All language subtitles for Taggart s11e02 Black Orchid

Welcome to the great Sabina Hypnotic
Show, ladies and gentlemen.

For those of you who haven't seen me
before, all two of you, I am Tony

And all of you out there are tonight's
performers.

Two questions people most often ask me
are, is hypnotism sleep and...

Can you hypnotize someone to commit
murder?

The answer to the first question is no.

Hypnotism is not sleep. All of you who
come up here tonight will be fully aware

of what you're doing all of the time.
Which is more than could be said for me,

madam.

And the answer to the second question is
also no.

None of you will be asked to do anything
immoral or dangerous or anything which

might go against your conscience.

You take your share of the good times
and bad times.

Always something praying on your mind.

Can you swim, Francis?

No.

Tonight, Francis, you are going to swim
the channel when you hear this piece of

music.

The stage is the channel.

And what's more, you're going to swim it
with your dog. One that's barking over

there. But not until you hear this piece
of music.

And you, my young friend, when you hear
this piece of music, you're going to

become very angry with this unruly
audience.

You're going to tell them to shut up.

The more they laugh at you, the angrier
you're going to become. Indeed, you

might even have to arrest some of them
to make them behave.

Every command you have received, every
instruction has now been completely

removed.

When you step down off this stage,
you'll be just the same as you were when

came into the theater this evening.

Ladies and gentlemen, let's have a huge
round of applause for tonight's smashing

participant.

I thank you.

Thank you. Good night.

Good night.

with me tonight?

I can't. Please.

I'd worked with him for the last four
years.

Been in that business with the little
girls who were snuffing it.

Jean, can I give you a hand? Oh, I'm
fine, thanks.

The way he treated you was nothing to
the way he treated Peter Livingstone.

Edinburgh, private school, upbringing,
university education.

It was all anathema to Jim. Yeah, well,
he came up through the ranks, didn't he?

Do you need any help, Jean? Oh, I'm
fine, Michael. I've got a whole army of

helpers. As Jim would say, it's like
Bram's hatch in here.

Now then, the potatoes are baking in the
oven, the quiches are out on the table,

there's plenty of drink in there.

Do we need more sandwiches?

I think there's enough food in there to
feed the 5 ,000, Jean.

It was a lovely service, wasn't it?

The hymns were all my favourite.

I don't think Jim had any.

He went to plenty of funerals, but
mainly to look at the faces.

There were plenty he'd have recognised
today.

There was quite a few villains, people
that he'd put away.

Really? It wasn't just his friends that
respected him.

It's funny.

All the time he put his life in danger,
all the risks he took.

And he should just go in his sleep.

I guess that's the way we'd all like to
go, eh?

Hello?

Oh, D .S. Reid's here with me. Just a
moment.

This station.

D .S. Reid.

Has the body been found in the Clyde?

Jim's probably there already.

You know what he was like.

Inspector Jardine.

Yes. Superintendent Drummond, acting
superintendent while Jack McVitie's

We hadn't been told, sir.

Surprise for me, too.

I've just stepped off a plane from
Chicago.

I copped.

International Conference of
Psychological Profiling Techniques. Of

Anything I should be briefed on?

A drowning incident.

Looks like a suicide.

I didn't get where I am, Inspector
Jardine, by coming to quick, ready

assumptions.

And would you ask Chief Inspector
Taggart to step into my office, please?

He's dead, sir.

We're at his funeral this morning.

That's why I'm wearing a black tie.

I'm sorry.

I wasn't told.

I've been in the States all week.

Quietly. In his sleep.

The way we'd all like to go.

Quite so.

Afternoon, sir.

What quick, ready assumption would you
make about my dress, Fraser?

You've been to Chief Inspector Taggart's
funeral, sir.

He'll go fast, yeah.

Sir, is this Inspector Toothide, Victor?

I've just seen this photograph.

I was with her last night.

You were what?

Not in the biblical sense.

With her on stage.

The great Sabina's hypnotic show.

Now, let's get this straight.

Last night, you stood up in front of an
entire audience and threatened to arrest

them. I was hypnotised, sir.

I don't care what you were.

You made a fool of yourself.

You threatened to lock them up.

If they didn't stop laughing, sir.

Why? I had no choice, sir.

There were seven of them, sir.

All doing the same thing.

Francis Shaw was one of them.

That's right.

She was hypnotised to believe that she
could swim.

That she was swimming the channel with
her dog.

Her dog?

He was one of the other seven.

If you were hypnotised, how did you know
what was happening to her?

I wasn't asleep, sir.

I was fully conscious the whole time.

So why did you make a fool of yourself?

Well, these have no two suggestions
taken away at the end of the night.

Sort of.

What do you mean, sort of?

They either were or they weren't.

They were.

Definitely.

And two hours later, Francis Shaw went
for a swim.

Every command you have been given, every
instruction is now completely removed.

He was going when I was in school,
Blazers.

As a long time ago.

Not that long ago, do you mind?

Ladies and gentlemen, let's have a huge
round of applause.

What do you reckon? Once they're up on
stage, we just have to do what we're

told.

Otherwise, it's like letting me show
them.

Don't you believe in hypnotism?

I don't believe it.

I'm just not convinced about it. Good
night.

Thank you.

Mr Sabina?

Yes. D .I. Jard, this is D .S. Reid.

We're investigating the death of a young
girl who appeared on stage with you

last night.

What girl?

Her name was Frances Shaw.

She was a switchboard operator.

Oh, yeah.

I believe you hypnotised her into
thinking that she could swim the

Yes.

That was part of the act.

She was found drowned in the Clyde this
morning.

I'm very sorry to hear that.

Well, it had nothing to do with any
commands I gave her. As you heard, I

the suggestion before any of them leave
the theatre.

All the same, she drowned.

Two hours after your show.

Well, perhaps she was already suicidal.

We've spoken to her parents.

She had no mental or emotional problems.

She wasn't depressed about anything, in
fact.

She was very excited about going to see
your show.

Mr. Jordan, I hypnotized thousands of
people. They walk out of here perfectly

safely. Nothing happened to them. I
suggest you look for another

I'm terribly sorry for her parents.

Come on, Michael. Thousands of people
leave there and nothing happens to them.

Tell it to Francis Shaw's parents.

Playing with the mind is not right.

It's show business.

It's been going since Victorian times.

It doesn't make what Sabina does right
or responsible.

At the end of the day, it's up to the
PF.

I don't see what charge he could
possibly bring.

Let's all talk about the great Sabina.

Brian Welsh, Sunday Echo.

We've nothing to say.

Didn't seem like that to me. Look, I've
told you.

We've nothing more to say.

Look, I'm not looking for information.

I'm supplying it.

You see, this isn't the first time this
has happened.

March 30th last year, Newcastle upon
Tyne.

A boy drowned himself in the river after
appearing on the great Sabina hypnotic

show.

He too was hypnotised into believing he
could swim.

It happened two days after the show, so
there wasn't too much publicity.

Sabina paid a few people to keep quiet
about it.

My paper's doing a big story on it
tomorrow.

It'll destroy his career, but the way I
see it...

He's had a good run for his money.

This Newcastle incident, where did he
pay?

Journalist. Just to keep the connection
out of the newspaper.

He didn't pay the money over himself, of
course.

It was his agent and business manager,
Bob Rosen.

Well, if that's everything, Mr Welsh.

Don't forget, gentlemen, you read it in
the Echo first.

Welch. It's a good name for a
journalist.

The connections are too tenuous, too far
apart.

Anyway, in this case, I've already had
the PF's opinion.

Not even a culpable homicide chart?

Tell me how you prove what went through
the suicide victim's head.

What about the case for closing down his
show pending further inquiries?

When this hits the papers, you won't
need to.

Oh, damn them all to hell!

Turn them all the way there and back
again.

I thought you said there was no such
thing as bad publicity.

Listen to this.

Tony Sabina has been around long enough.

He should hang up his brown velvet suit,
symbol of an act that's become as

predictable as Agatha Christie's
mousetrap, and retire.

I've had worse.

Who is this Brian Welch?

Didn't the bit about the deaths bother
you?

No, they had nothing to do with the act.

Then why did you get Bob to greet so
many palms after you?

That was a damage limitation exercise.
Bad publicity, yes, but... Well, this

could finish me.

I doubt it.

By the way, I've got to tell you.

I've got an audition.

Murder by numbers.

It's opening at the Queen's.

Well, I'm glad fortune's mouth on one of
us.

It's out of my hands, Tony.

There's nothing I can do about it.

It's a district council decision.
They've got the backing of the police.

On what grounds?

Public safety.

I have been doing this act for the last
20 years, Bob.

They have no right to start cancelling
performances just because of some bloody

jumped -up snot -nosed journalist.

Give it time, it'll blow over.

And another thing, I'm going to sue him
and the Echo for every penny. Tony, sit

down.

I have been your friend longer than I've
been your agent.

Listen to me.

If you sue, they'll bring up last year's
payoff.

Ask why we did it.

Can you afford to lose?

Well, I can't afford to sit here and let
people destroy my career, not after all

these years.

A few weeks' time and they'll have
forgotten all about it.

Want some good news?

Go on.

Terry got the part in Murder by Numbers.

Terrific.

And I don't want to see you leave me,
baby.

But most of all, I don't want to be
free.

I was just, I was just sitting here
thinking

about your kiss and your warm

embrace. Sweetheart, I'll have another
brandy, hmm?

Make it a treble.

What are

you staring at? You shouldn't be looking
at her.

Not me.

Thank you.

Oh, Tony.

What are you doing here?

Well, I came to meet my wife from her
first rehearsal.

You should have warned me.

Obviously.

Listen.

How many actresses take their agent to
the first rehearsal?

Well, I had to... Just shut up. I'm
talking to my wife. Can't we talk about

at home?

No. We'll talk about it now.

How long has this been going on, hmm?

Look, Terry's right. Maybe we should
talk about this at home.

You're not coming to my home ever again.
You are finished as my agent. Do you

hear me? You're finished! That just
about makes two of you, because you're

finished as well.

You slut.

You bitch.

You untalented little whore. It was me
who got you started in the business, and

don't you forget it. Without me, you are
nothing.

I got where I am by my own talents, not
yours.

And why shouldn't I see who I like?

You come home smelling of that singer.

See who you like. Who you like! Yes! Who
I like!

And Bob was there.

How often?

Well, every night.

Every evening while I was on the stage.

How could the pair of you do this to me?

You're not exactly in a position to cast
the first stone.

But by God, I'll cast the last one.

He's good.

Wait till you see the act.

It's brilliant.

Class.

Panache.

Everything turned lost about 15 years
ago.

We should take him on.

I just did.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. My name
is Darren Temple, and tonight we're

going to take a journey into the
unknown.

The piano, ladies and gentlemen, I ought
to explain. I used to be a concert

pianist, but I spent so many evenings
putting people to sleep, I thought I'd

better change my career.

Excuse me.

Aren't you Tony Sabina?

I am the great Sabina.

I've been to dozens of your shows. I
think you're the greatest.

Do you think I could have an autograph?

If you don't mind me saying so, I
thought you were really close to that

No, no, I don't mind you saying so.

I don't have a pen. All right, I've got
one here.

I carry this with me everywhere.

Never know who you're going to meet.

Why have you never volunteered at any of
my shows?

I've been up a few times, but you always
send me back.

Ah, well, er... John.

John Campbell.

You must get asked this question a lot,
but... Is it true that you can't be

hypnotised to commit murder?

It's possible to hypnotise anyone to do
anything.

All you have to do is change their
perception.

How do you mean?

You're going step by step down that
staircase.

Down, down.

Your eyes are heavy now.

Walking across a beach toward the sea,
your feet are so heavy they're sinking

into the sand.

You reach the water.

And as it laps round your ankles, you
feel even sleepier.

All you can hear is my voice.

You're wading into the water.

Feeling all your weight go.

What is your name?

John.

Who do you hate most in the world, John?

My father.

Why do you hate your father?

He used my mother.

Do you hate him enough to want to kill
him, John?

Killing him would be too slow.

Do you know where he is?

No.

I've got news for you, John.

He's standing over here by the
sideboard.

When you open your eyes, you won't see
anyone in this room but your father

standing by the sideboard.

There's a gun on the table by the
window.

Open your eyes, John.

Go to the table.

Pick up the gun.

Kill him, John.

Oh, you won't get another chance.

You're a very good subject, John.

It's very good of you to drop in.

I just wanted to see how you were
getting on.

Oh, you look busy.

I've always believed in keeping busy.

If I were completely immobile, I don't
suppose I'd have done half the things

I've done.

I do miss him, though, coming in that
door at 11 o 'clock at night, talking

about his cases.

I wish sometimes I'd taken more of an
interest.

You took an interest?

I didn't listen. I gave my opinions.

I just wanted to shut him up so that we
could get to bed. Otherwise, he'd have

talked all night.

Some of my friends used to think he was
terribly unfeeling towards me, Jackie.

He wasn't.

I was the one that was awful to him.

I just wish we'd had the chance to
speak.

Before... We all wish.

How you hate that man.

Ever since he walked out on your mother,
you hate him so much you want to kill

him. How much do you hate him? So much.

You want to kill him.

You won't even be a good son, John,
until you do.

You want to be a good son, don't you?

Yes. Yes, well, your mother wants you to
be a good son.

How do you do it?

Kill my father.

Load that gun.

Now, that's not a toy.

That is your helmet.

You've had a drink, John?

That's where you'll find your father.

But if you get caught, you're not being
a good son, are you?

No, you mustn't get caught.

You'll go there tomorrow night.

In bed, you'll find your father. With
him will be a woman. You must kill her,

too, or she'll tell the police.

You will do it at exactly one in the
morning.

One in the morning.

After the deed, you will go home, you'll
hide the gun and the ammunition, and

the moment your head touches that
pillow, you will fall fast asleep and

completely forget everything you've
done. Is that clear?

Clear.

When you see this rose in my buttonhole,
John, that means...

I want to see you again. Do you
understand?

Yes.

My darling, you were fantastic.

Let's go eat.

Well, there's a second act.

Yeah, but you're dead, remember?

Well, even corpses have to take a final
bow.

Where'd this lot come from?

Tony. Tony?

Well, you know what we can do with this
lot. Oh, you'll leave them exactly where

they are.

Well, I must be under a quiz with here.

Yeah, well, you must think I'm worth it.

And you just accepted them? For God's
sake, they're only flowers.

Why aren't you married to him?

But you're living with me now.

Do you understand?

Not him.

I think you're jealous.

Jealous?

Listen, if you still love him, you can
go back to him, you know.

He did not get me started in show
business. Get you started? He did

I'm your agent, Terry, and I got you
every bit of work you've ever had.

The only thing Tony ever did was cheat
on you.

Didn't I cheat on him?

Didn't you?

And you were supposed to be his best
friend.

I see.

Right.

Well, don't expect me home tonight,
because I'm going to Edinburgh.

Great.

Go to Edinburgh.

mummy and daddy and tell them what a
horrible business show business is.

What's this, then?

Oh, I don't know. I'm not Claire Boyan.

Hypnotist think never think about you.

You can go to bloody Edinburgh as well.

Would you allow me to stay with you
tonight?

I'd like that.

And what the time is?

I let you sleep.

I must have needed it.

Too much brandy.

Have you listened to the news?

No.

I found Great Britain Mewsley.

It's all very healthy. One look at it
makes me feel great.

Hello?

I think I will have some coffee, thank
you.

Hello?

Who was that?

Someone who didn't want to speak.

This may be of interest.

Early edition.

She just opened last night and murdered
her by numbers.

She just closed as well.

Maybe someone didn't like her
performance.

Most peculiar thing I ever saw.

One bullet through the head and two
through the heart.

That's peculiar?

It is when you have a teddy bear that's
been shot in exactly the same places.

This might not be my brightest thought
for the morning, but teddy bears don't

have hearts.

Where the heart would be if it had one.

You're saying it's an execution?

Seems like one.

No contact wounds.

Time of death, small hours of the
morning.

I can't be more accurate at the moment.

Oh, and the bullets that went through
the teddy bear are embedded in the

mattress.

Who was shot first?

Well, somebody's going to ask.

I rang you as soon as I found it. Look,
I'm sorry I might have touched things.

You just don't think rationally at times
like this.

How did they get in?

The kitchen window.

So it was burglars?

You were in Edinburgh all night?

Yeah, all night. I stayed at my parents'
house.

Your parents will vouch for that, I take
it? Well, of course they will.

What time did you go to bed?

About midnight, maybe later.

And your parents, when did they go?

They always go to bed early.

Up past ten.

Are they light sleepers? Well, they were
aware I was in the house, if that's

what you're after.

Look, I've been totally honest with you.
I told you we'd had a row. I didn't

have to tell you that.

Put that down in your notebook. I don't
want you turning around later and saying

I never mentioned it. I wouldn't do a
thing like that, Mr Rosen.

You used to be Tony Sabina's agent,
didn't you?

Yeah. I was a great fan of his.

I was at one of his final shows.

He hypnotised me on stage.

Really? It was fascinating.

I threatened to arrest the entire
audience if they didn't stop laughing.

Well, let's hope you arrest somebody for
this, then.

Sir.

I've got Rosen's parents' statements.

They alibi him up to about ten to
eleven.

After that, they were fast asleep.

But they're sure that if he left the
house, drove away and came back, that

would have heard him.

And what do you think?

The drive's just below the bedroom
window, which they say was open.

And what sort of people are they?

Respectable middle class.

Respectable middle class people lie too,
you know.

In fact, I've got more reason to.

It didn't have the look of a lover's
quarrel.

I mean, by the time we got to Edinburgh,
I'd have cooled off.

You don't drive back 40 miles to
assassinate your teddy bear.

Do you have anything intelligent to say?

One person with a motive is her husband,
Tony Sabina.

The great Sabina.

Last night, where were you?

Between the hours of 12 and 2 a .m.

In bed.

I was with someone.

She's a friend.

A very old friend. Her name is Julie
Carson. She sings at the Way Out Oyster

Club.

Was she with you on your invitation?

No, she phoned me. She said she was
feeling rather lonely and I was feeling

rather sorry for myself too.

It's good enough reason for two people
to be together.

Touching.

Do you have an address for this woman?
47 Queensborough Circus, Kelvin Side.

Right posh alibis we're getting.

Do you need to do that right now?

Leave it.

Can I go and have a look at them, sir?

What do you think this is?

A zoo.

With Carson? Yes.

Detective Inspector Jardin, this is
Detective Sergeant Reid.

Could we come in for a word, please?

Shouldn't take too long.

And relax.

Switch.

And relax.

Aerobic?

Yes.

Um, what do you want?

We're investigating a murder, Miss
Carson.

The wife of a friend of yours, Tony
Sabina.

Terry's dead?

You knew?

I never met her. Tony talked about her.

Dead? How dreadful.

Mr Sabina says he was with you last
night.

Can you vouch for that?

Yes, I can. We were together all night.

Whereabouts?

At his house.

Did he just ask you to call?

No, I needed to see him.

I felt lonely, I suppose.

Just wanted to be with him. How long
have you known each other?

Years.

Could you develop that a bit further?

I'm sorry, it's just that you don't
expect the police to come and ask about

friends.

Yeah, I understand.

Tony and I met 20 -odd years ago. We
were in a talent competition together.

We stayed friends.

That's all we are, just friends.

You didn't sleep with him?

Last night?

Friends can and do sleep together.

Oh, of course.

Is that all?

For the time being.

We'll need you to sign a statement of
alibi.

Of course.

Of course. I'll do anything.

Lonely. She could have any man she
wants. I mean, what is she doing with a

washed -up has -been like Sabina?

Do I detect a note of jealousy?

There is something wrong up there.

The question is, is she telling the
truth?

Platonic bed -sharing?

Does happen. Not with women like that,
it doesn't.

Bullets are .44 calibre, sir.

Ballistics think they were fired by a
Colt Frontier or a single -action

revolver. The old Peacemaker.

Yeah.

I'll study this. Thank you. It's a Wild
West gun.

So easy to fire, it used to carry what
was known as five beams in the wheel.

The sixth chamber was kept empty in case
the gun went off in your holster and

blew your foot off. I remember my
Saturday morning pictures. Thank you.

also know it's been produced for over
100 years.

It's one of the commonest guns in the
world. Every bullet has its billet. Find

it. Sorry, sir?

The gun.

Find the gun.

Ballistics report, sir.

0 .44 bullets from a Colt Frontier. The
old peacemaker.

He used to... Why don't you take him out
of here?

Come on.

And, Inspector Jarnan, get a bit of
order into this place.

In future, don't bother Superintendent
Drummond with things like this.

You bring them straight to me. You
weren't here, sir. Then wait for me to

back. It carries five beans in the
wheel, sir.

What? The peacemaker.

Explains why there were five shots.

It carries six bullets.

You leave the last one out in case it
goes off accidentally.

I think you've got five beans in the
wheel.

5 '8", good blonde hair, nice
personality.

You'll like her. Yeah, you've talked me
into it, Ken.

Take a dip.

Don't look bored to death with your
bloody autograph book.

Did I tell you I got Ali McCoy the other
day?

Everybody's got Ali McCoy. Yeah, but not
on the same page as George Pepper.

Hello, John.

How are you?

Fine, Mr Sabina.

It's going to be a beautiful day.

Wasn't that... Yeah, but I've already
got his.

By the way, I won't be able to make that
date tonight.

I just remembered I've got another
engagement.

Sorry.

You hate them even more.

Last time, you failed to kill him.

You let him get away.

But tonight, John, you'll know where
he'll be.

Tonight will be his last performance.

Squeeze those hands ever tighter.

Concentrate on it.

Squeeze them till they whiten.

Till they shake.

Squeeze them as though you're trying to
merge each hand into the other.

Tighter.

Tighter.

Tighter.

Ever tighter.

Tighter still.

All of you with your hands still joined
together, come on stage.

You're counting backwards, John.

From 300, 299, 298,

297.

Keep counting back.

You're getting sleepier and sleepier.

I won't need you to, thanks.

You, Robert, or one of the top drummers
in the world.

He used to play with Duran Duran.

And tonight, you're going to make a
comeback.

You see, ladies and gentlemen, everyone
can be a musician.

The record will be available in the
foyer after the show.

Jupiter.

You're one of the greatest guitarists in
the world. And tonight, you are going

to give us the performance of your life.

Tonight is a royal variety performance.

Take it away!

John, you can't stand the sound of it.

Dreadful, isn't it?

What are you going to do about it?

Dreadful.

If you had a gun, you'd shoot a lot of
them, wouldn't you?

Yeah.

You wouldn't, John.

Because that would be murder.

What you are going to do.

You're going to get up there and you're
going to tell him to stop.

You're trying to sleep and you can't
sleep with a racket.

You're getting angrier and angrier.

Let me get you.

Tell him you're trying to sleep.

Stop making that noise, please. You're
trying to sleep.

Stop doing it.

I can't stand it. Please, please.

I'm going to give you one last chance.

Stop making that noise.

What, a new gimmick? I don't know who
got the bigger fright, me or the

Don't he check the lights?

These things happen, Darren. Not in my
show, they don't.

Read it.

Wanted to do an appearance on GMTV.

It's no more than one expects.

Oh, come on, Darren.

Tony Smealy didn't get a slot on
television until he'd been in the

ten years. Television wasn't invented
when he started.

I just thought you'd be pleased with the
news.

I want my own show, Bob.

I'm sure you can talk him into it, eh?

Look, do the show, then we can talk to
them. We talked before.

Well, we don't talk at all.

I want room service.

Two rounds of smoked salmon sandwiches
and a bottle of Chianti.

You've got smoked salmon on the menu.

You're a hotel, aren't you?

Go out and get it.

It's open

Room service.

Are you still there?

What the?

What are you doing here?

Somebody else just gave their last
performance.

They say those contraptions are bad for
your health.

Just give us the details.

He was shot five times.

Two in the heart, one through the left
lung, and twice in the head.

A bit excessive, if you ask me.

I'm no ballistics expert, but the
bullets look the same.

Five beans in the wheel, sir.

Well, there's a curious expression.

Isn't it?

Thanks, Stephen.

I suppose you're going to tell us that
you were on stage with him last night.

And not this time.

You'd surprise me. But I was with the
show.

He was better than Sabina. A lot better.

Greater than the great Sabina?

So great Sabina might have been jealous.

First his wife for deserting him, and
now his rival.

It's a love letter.

Straight from the heart.

Well, Mr. Rosen?

Words fail me.

You're a theatrical agent.

I'm sure words don't fail people like
you very easily.

Did you know she was seeing Temple?

I suspected it.

No more.

She just left Sabina for you. Now you're
telling her she was cheating on you

too.

Well, that's what it looks like.

Looked like?

It's there, written down. Well, all
right, then she was.

Terry was the kind of girl who'd sleep
with anybody.

You mean to get to the top?

I don't think she was fussing which
direction she was going in.

Where were you last night, Mr Rosen?
Around one o 'clock.

Why would I kill him?

I just got him a TV job to do a show.

I was going to make money out of him.

You don't kill somebody you're going to
make money out of. You do kill somebody

who steals your girlfriend.

But I didn't know about this. Not until
you showed me. I swear it.

She cheated on us both.

You must excuse me, but... Do you have
to see the funny side of it?

No. Well, no, you don't, excuse me, or
no, you don't see the funny side of it.

Bob got what he deserved. He played with
fire, he got his fingers burnt.

Oh, the minx for the jinx.

Summed up my wife, don't you think?

I'm afraid my sense of humour strangely
numbed Mr Sabina.

Why don't you arrest him instead of
bothering me? I had nothing against this

Darren Temple, whatever his ludicrous
name was.

Oh, he was a plagiarist, like the rest
of them.

Yet you resented him.

Do you know what it's like having your
career swept from underneath you like

some carpet?

Suddenly you're flat on your back,
people walking all over you.

No, I don't suppose you do.

Where were you last night, Mr Sabina?

Here at home. Julie was with me. She
stayed all night.

She's the only friend I have.

Was it purely platonic at the time?

That ain't no business of yours. Of
course it's our business.

Your wife and one of her lovers have
been murdered.

And that lover happened to be a business
rival.

Oh.

That's show business, as they say.

Another reason, another reason for

making more peace.

Picture a little love nest

down where the roses cling.

Picture that sweet,

sweet love nest.

Never try and work out what a woman he's
never had.

Why not?

It's not always in the surface.

Well, you should know.

Sorry to bother you again, Miss Carson.

I saw you in the audience. I thought you
might want to talk to me.

We need to ask you about your
whereabouts last night.

That night, I was with Tony at his
house.

Just like before.

I often go there. There's nothing
strange in that.

Again, was this on your own initiative?

I beg your pardon?

Did Sabina invite you?

No.

I went because I needed to see him.

What about?

I can't remember.

Miss Carson, this is a murder inquiry.

Now, if you're lying to protect him,
you're in very great trouble.

Who's he supposed to have murdered?

Darren Temple was shot dead last night.
Who's Darren Temple?

He's a young stage hypnotist, a rival of
Tony's.

Tony's a gentle man. He wouldn't hurt
anybody.

Miss Carson, we need to know why you
went to his house last night and what

you did.

I slept with him.

All night?

I had no reason to go back.

If that answers both your questions, I'd
like to go home now, please.

She's lying, sir.

She knows something. I just... I just
don't know what.

Isn't it your job to find out what?

She doesn't seem to be in love with him,
and yet she's always there, feeling

lonely, needing to see him.

It doesn't make sense.

Makes perfect sense to me, as a student
of human nature. With respect, sir, you

haven't met her. What difference would
that make?

A woman like Julie Carson is no...

No reason to be lonely.

Because she's good -looking?

Good -looking people don't get lonely.
Is that what you're telling me?

I think what Inspector Jordan has is
more of a gut feeling than that, sir.

Suppose she is telling the truth and
Sabina gets someone else to commit the

killings for him.

At last somebody's talking some sense in
this place.

It would make more sense if Sabina set
her up as an alibi.

That's what we've got to prove.

Egg sandwiches.

You smell like a train spotter.

Look, there's a cafe up the road.

Get me two salami and rye and a coffee
and get yourself anything but egg.

Do you object to cheese?

They were known a picnic.

Get a load of her!

Hey darling!

This is private!

Private to us!

Well then, would you please let me come
out and get dressed?

I'm not stopping you!

Could be wanting your towel, then.

Come and get it.

Leave her.

Who says?

This says.

Now beat it, the pair of you.

We're just having a bit of fun.

And I'll have a bit of fun thinking up
some charges.

Now beat it fast.

Makes you wonder what he was doing here,
eh?

He's probably a people tomb.

Why did you follow me here?

It was a good job I did.

Were you watching me?

No.

No.

Get dressed, eh?

Thanks for what you did.

Don't mention it.

I'll, uh... I'll take you home.

I'm usually very private here.

On weekdays.

Not when I come, usually.

You didn't answer me.

I did follow you.

But I didn't know you were going to go
swimming.

What did you think I was going to do?

I, uh... I had no clear idea.

Meet Tony, perhaps.

That's what all this is about, isn't it?
You don't believe me.

And it's cool, every bit of it.

Would you bring in my bag, please?

Have you ever loved him?

Yeah, I used to when I was younger.

Then I lost touch with him for 20 years
or so.

Until one night I was sitting at the way
out oyster when he turned up.

He took me out to dinner and... Well,
you shouldn't try and start up an old

affair again.

But you did.

I went out with him. That's not starting
anything up.

And you never married?

They were near marriages.

It didn't worry you that Tony Sabina was
married?

Well, it's full of married men. You
can't avoid them.

They're like rocks on the seashore.

It, uh... It just seems strange to me
that you were with him on both

the nights in question.

Why? You sure you've been telling us the
truth?

I'm not a liar.

Are you sure that he didn't invite you
over in those two nights? I've told you,

I went to see him.

And you didn't call first to tell him
you were coming? No, I just went to see

him. Why don't you believe me?

I thought... I

just had to see him, that's all.

But you won't say what about.

Well, what do you think it was about, Mr
Clever Detective?

An admirer?

Orchids are so beautiful, don't you
think?

I can't thank you enough for what you
did this afternoon.

I'm sorry I found it necessary to follow
you in the first place. Please don't

go.

Stay a little longer.

I can't.

I'm afraid of being left alone.

I'm very afraid.

What is there to be frightened of? Those
men.

They may come back. Maybe they followed
us here.

They didn't follow us.

How can you be so sure?

I'm sure.

Fraser's absolutely furious.

The owl and the pussycat went to sea in
a beautiful pea -green boat.

She's like a woman who's lost her soul.

What did he do?

Did he touch you?

No.

He did, Julie.

He did more besides.

He went to bed with you.

He was so strong you couldn't resist
him.

He hurts you when he made love.

You remember that, don't you?

I remember.

You remember it vividly, the pain, the
anguish.

And tomorrow you will go to the police
and you will tell them all about it.

What will you do?

Go to the police and tell them all about
it.

Good.

Now, there's no need to fear being
alone.

I'm here.

This is a serious charge, Miss Carson.

Against a police officer?

Are you sure you want to stand by it?

Would I have come here if it wasn't
true?

Inspector Jarden, as I understand, is a
good policeman with an unblemished

record.

Look at the bruises on me if you don't
believe me.

Of course, you always stick up for each
other, don't you?

You have my assurance there will be a
full investigation.

You were well out of order yesterday,
Michael.

What, you?

Not a fair man.

I want to see you.

You. Now.

It's a lie, sir.

I never touched her. What the hell were
you doing there?

I was trying to get at the truth.

On a riverbank while she swam naked?

I didn't know she was going to take her
clothes off, sir.

And yet you stayed.

Well, she was being hassled by two guys.
I had to intervene.

Did you also have to go home with her?

I thought she might be in shock.

You thought what?

I never laid a hand on her, sir, I swear
it. There's been a complaint.

I had to go through the proper channels.
I'm sure you know what that means. She

changed, sir.

Suddenly, in front of my eye, she
changed.

Still destroying people's careers?

Let's turn to this weekend.

Politicians?

Scoutmasters? A minister from Inverness,
actually.

If you'll excuse me.

I hope you people sleep well after what
you do.

I was only doing my job.

Like you did yours.

Only I was better at mine.

You could get done just for talking to
me.

I'll take the risk.

It looks bad.

Fraser's going to have to say that you
left him behind.

That you went after her on your own.

What a mess.

Just think upon me as a repairwoman.

Find out, Jackie.

Find out why she told those lies.

Who put her up to it?

Sabina.

Suddenly, suddenly she changed.

The orchid.

She received an orchid in a box.

Remember the last time we were there?
Only this time there was a message.

From the owl to the pussycat.

Somehow, somehow it changed her.

Changed her how?

She put her arms around me as though she
wanted to make love.

You're not going to tell that to the
boys from complaints, are you?

This is John Majors.

How did you get John Majors?

I just went up to him in the street the
other day when he was in Glasgow.

I said hello, John. Hello, John.

It's going to be a lovely day again.

Is he a friend of yours or something?

Kind of.

Now, I'm getting worried about you.

I'm on your side.

I just don't believe Mike Jordan would
do a thing like that.

She's lying.

She has to be lying.

Superintendent Drummond saw the bruises.

Bruises can be put there by anybody.

Something else bothers me.

About that night Sabina's wife was shot.

And the teddy bear.

It's always bothered me, too.

There was a full moon that night.

Curtains were wide open.

There would be enough light for an
assassin to see he was pumping shots

stuffed toy.

Well -aimed shots.

Suppose Julie Carson isn't lying.

I've worked with Michael for years.

You've worked under him for a month.

Don't try and tell me what she thinks
the truth. What I meant was... I know

you meant. I won't listen to it. Hear
him out. Look.

It's possible for a hypnotist to plant a
false memory into somebody's head.

She may genuinely have believed Mike
raped her.

Even when he didn't.

Tell them that over the road and they'll
have you in point, Judy. I've been

hypnotised, I know.

We need another hypnotist to advise us.
Outside my sphere, I'm afraid.

It's not outside mine.

I mean, how many claims do I have to
hear?

I stayed behind the tree, but I didn't
watch her. I mean, what else was there

do?

Do you know how ludicrous that sounds,
Inspector Jarton?

I don't care how it sounds to you. A
naked woman swimming in the river.

You stuck behind a tree, pretending not
to watch her.

You wouldn't get a jury in Benbecula to
believe that.

Answer, did you?

Decide to throw a bit of caution to the
wind.

She's an attractive woman.

She said you tried to get your way with
her by the river.

And when she refused, you offered to
escort her home. That's nonsense.

Not the story she told.

It was very convincing.

Also very detailed.

Now, why would she make up a story like
that?

Trace the two guys in the car. I gave
you the number.

We already have.

Is this really going to help?

Robert Mingus was a stage hypnotist long
before Sabina. Back in the 40s.

So, how do you know about him?

He wrote a book.

Condemning what he sees is all the cheap
showmanship that goes on today.

Looks like I've picked a wrong
profession.

It's nice to have the company.

So few people come to see me nowadays.

It's one thing to be forgotten, but
quite another to be ignored.

I'll write you a book, Mr Mingus.

Ah, bless you.

Bless you. I haven't seen it for ages.

You can't buy it now.

Where did you find it?

In a second -hand bookshop.

Oh. Oh, well, you've enjoyed it, I hope.
I found the count of your

demonstrations of hypnotic regression
fascinating.

Could I get on this wavelength?

Mr Mingus, we have a problem and we'd
like your help.

I'd be glad to do what I can.

A colleague of ours has been accused of
rape by a woman who, well, may have been

hypnotised. Quite possible.

I've done it myself.

For demonstration purposes. You plant a
false memory in somebody's head and they

can go on believing it till the day they
die.

Could you tell whether she'd been
hypnotised or not by hypnotising her

I could.

Depends how deep the memory has been
buried.

In this case, the soil has been settled.

Who do you believe this woman's been
hypnotised by?

Tony Sabina.

A charlatan.

I used to watch his shows.

He's told a lot of ideas for me. A lot
of ideas.

It is urgent.

We need to prove to some block -headed
individuals that false memory can be

planted. I can do that now, if you like.

How? This young man would make a
splendid subject.

Shall I, uh... Wait outside?

Well? Well, what?

What did he do?

He didn't do anything.

He just chatted about his book.

I thought he was going to hypnotise you.

Don't be silly.

This is the last time, John.

Your father survived to hurt your mother
all over again.

But this time you will succeed.

You want to see him punished, don't you?

Yes. Well, when you've killed him,
you'll go back to the flat as usual and

you'll hide the gun.

You'll suddenly find you have a very
sweet tooth.

You like mint, don't you, John?

Yes.

Take one.

Enjoy it.

I've got a jar of them in my pocket.

You'll feel like eating the whole jar.

You'll feel very thirsty. You'll drink a
lot of water to help them down.

And then you'll fall into a very deep
sleep.

Where have you two been?

D .I. Parker and D .S. Malcolm have been
waiting to interview you both.

Sir, there's something we have to
explain.

Is it Fraser?

Would you step in with us, please?

Sir, Julie Carson may have been
hypnotised to say these things about

A person can't be hypnotised to do
anything against his conscience.

It's a known fact.

It's a myth, sir.

A person can be hypnotised to believe
anything.

That the moon is blue, that chalk is
cheese, that his own mother is an alien.

Julie Carson wasn't under hypnosis when
she spoke with me.

They're not under hypnosis. Don't stand
with their arms out in front of them

like zombies.

Do you see, Fraser?

Last Monday about 11am, you were keeping
surveillance with D .I. Jackman and

Miss Julie Carson.

Is that right?

No, sir.

We know that you were, Fraser.

It's no use covering up for him. I'm not
covering up for anybody, sir.

At that time, I was pursuing a grey
-haired man down Maryhill Road.

believed to be the Far Hill Flasher.

Unfortunately, he got away.

Maybe there's two DC Frasers.

Are you joking with us, Fraser?

No, sir.

Will that be all, sir? No, it damn well
will not be all.

I have to see Superintendent Drummond.

You will sit down and answer our
questions.

I've been ordered to go to his office at
seven o 'clock, sir. Fraser, sit down.

I'm very sorry, sir.

You want to see me, sir?

It's not I who wants to see you. It's D
.I. Parker and D .S. Malcolm.

I was told you distinctly wanted to see
me, sir.

I don't want to see you. Have I come
into some sort of madhouse?

You're the Far Hill Flasher.

What? You're the man I chased down
Maryhill Road.

I'm cautioning you that anything you say
may be taken down in any... P .S. Reid!

He was in Superintendent McBitty's
office.

The guy chased down Maryhill Road last
Monday. Is this man a lunatic?

Stuart, this is Superintendent Drummond.

No, it isn't.

I will not put up with any more of this.

I'm glad somebody finds it funny.

Sir, I think I have some explaining to
do.

It was a stupid mistake.

I realise that now.

Jim made a few in his time.

He was never accused of anything like
this. He put himself into plenty of

situations where he might have been to
get evidence he needed.

I'm not sure he wouldn't have done
exactly the same thing when he was

Thanks, Jean.

I knew you'd believe me.

Jim would have believed you and he'd
have stuck up for you.

He'd have torn a strip off me first.

I'm going to tell you something.

More than anybody else, Michael, he
wanted you to do well.

He regarded you as the son we couldn't
have.

And he wanted.

He told you that?

He's there.

Shot five times in the back.

Oh, he never even saw who did it.

There's enough clues here to think a
battleship.

The killer didn't even bother to avoid
the paint.

What is that blood?

I think you'll find that it's paint.

Most of the blood is on the planks and
the ceiling.

Three of the bullets went right through
him.

It's just like the teddy bear.

What is? The footprints in the paint.

It's as if the killer was only half
awake.

The identity of the victim's clue enough
for me.

Let's pick Sabina up.

Okay. Sabina!

There's nothing to be afraid of, Miss
Carson.

Well, Tony, he's just spent the night
helping us with our inquiries.

Well, I just spent seven hours with Miss
Carson.

Or rather, I spent seven hours with a 15
-year -old girl called Lou Carson.

Fifteen? That's how old she was when
Sabina raped her, under hypnosis.

They first met at a talent competition.

She is a singer and he is a stage
hypnotist.

The relationship lasted some years and
then they lost touch.

How can you call that a relationship?

Her words.

Miss Carson was turned almost into a
walking automaton by Tony Sabina.

She had a very firm parental upbringing
and that can sometimes make a person

more susceptible to hypnosis.

Are you saying just because she had
strict parents, she lost her will?

No. But to a man like Sabina, she was a
perfect subject. I had no trouble at all

in hypnotising her.

This thing Gally loves.

Exactly. What is remarkable is that
after a break in their relationship of

almost 20 years, he was able to exert so
strong an influence.

A simple flower.

An orchid, in fact.

Plus a short message.

From the owl to the pussycat.

He planted that when she was 15.

The very receipt of those two items was
enough to make her feel desperately

lonely, in need of his affection.

And she wouldn't know?

The instruction was so deeply buried, it
took me seven hours to get it out.

And the lies about me?

Put there by Sabine, I've not a grain of
truth in them, except in the mind of

Miss Carson.

She remembered everything.

Come in.

Sir, we've got an eyewitness.

Saw Sabina enter Welsh's house last
night.

So we need one.

Can you take whatever it is out of his
mind that you put in?

With ease, Superintendent.

I am not insane, Bob. I'm not. The
police have got a witness, Tony. They

going into Welsh's house.

I was asleep in bed.

Someone framed me.

They'll do a thing like that.

And for what reason?

I don't know.

It's your defence, Tony.

Take it.

Somnambulistic coma, huh?

Why else would you have left so many
clues?

No jury would ever believe you did that
with a rational mind.

So I am supposed to have walked halfway
across Glasgow in my sleep, shot someone

and then gone home to bed?

You've been under a lot of strain.

Something snapped.

It's not an unknown defense.

The chap in Canada pulled it off
successfully.

Made legal history, in fact.

And he drove to where he pinched the
murder.

Try convincing a Glasgow jury of that.

Then there was Sergeant Bouchier in this
country.

Strangled a girl while he slept.

He was found not guilty.

There won't be any chance of that here.

Murder or culpable homicide.

He's going to wait for a very long time.

Welcome to the great Sabina Hypnotic
Show, ladies and gentlemen.

For those of you who have not seen me
before, all too often.

I am Tony Sabina.

He's been shot several times.

He was only wearing his underpants and a
pair of goggles.

I'm warning you for the last time.

And you?

Your name is John Campbell, and you live
at No.

5, Admillan Terrace, Glasgow.

That's right.

On the night of September 20th last,
what were you doing?

I was coming back from a party, and I
was walking down Patterson Road when I

bumped into a man. Is that man in this
coat?

Yes, he's in the dock. What was he
doing?

Well, he was coming out of a house, and
he had paint on his clothes, and he

looked like he was in a dream.

No!

What's wrong?

Did you see the look on Sabina's face
when the boy entered the witness box?

Well, how did you expect him to look?

Joyful?

It was a look of hatred, Jackie.

Sheer hatred.

Who speaks for you?

Members of the jury, have you reached
the verdict?

We have.

And what is your verdict?

We accept the defence's plea of
diminished responsibility and find the

guilty of culpable homicide.

Pain in my heart just won't let me
sleep.

Where can my baby be?

Lord, where can he be?

And all those days when it began to get
tough, I

said I want you to come back, come back,
come back, baby.

You wait till I'm asleep.

And on those days that I began to get
rough, I

said I want you to love me, love me,
love me, baby, till I get

enough.

He's in a place where he can never hurt
you again, ever use you.

Be free of him, Mum.

I'm here to take you home this time.

Wrong.

We're here to take you.

Can I help you?

We heard inquiries.

Yeah.

You never told us you had a son by him,
Miss Carson. Why do you want him?

And suspicion of having committed three
murders.

Perhaps two more.

And what two would those be?

Two people who drowned after your
father's performances.

Yeah.

You weren't content just to destroy his
career.

You set out to destroy him.

My father's a sick man.

You can't prove anything you've said,
you know.

My father's been convicted.

You'll have to get that overturned
before you can arrest me.

Now, can I take my mother home?

She's been through rather a lot in 23
years, don't you think?

Just one question, John.

Why didn't you let your father jump?

I don't know what you mean.

We went to visit him.

He said that you saved him from
committing suicide.

Well, that would have been too quick.

We've got all the time in the world,
John.

We'll prove it.

I'm sure you will.

Keep the flower.

My mother doesn't need orchids anymore.

City life is strange. You take your
share of.