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Just deal with it.

Court seated.

Will the defendant rise?

I think it looks good.

I think you might be right.

Mr. Foreman, have you reached a verdict?

Guilty.

James Dillon, you're a vicious career
criminal who has shown no remorse for

life you so callously snuffed out.

I have therefore no hesitation in
sentencing you to life imprisonment.

Yeah, I'll have you for this.

Take him down.

You hear me, McDonald? I don't care how
long it takes. I'll have you.

Get! I swear to God, you're a dead man!

Daddy!

Morning, sir.

Stuart. Sorry to interrupt your Sunday
lie.

What have we got?

Not very much.

The car was obviously burnt out before
it was dumped.

The number plates are missing.

According to local boys, they usually
find one a month along this stretch.

Mostly joyriders dumping the evidence.

But they don't usually find a body in
it.

See if you can find a chassis number or
something.

Okay, sir.

Is that what they're facing with the
ethics office?

Mm -hmm.

Bit of a dark horse.

Oh, sorry. Next time I'll put a notice
in the bulletin board, will I?

Yeah, that's a good idea. I mean,
there's nothing worse than ill -informed

gothic.

Massive cranial trauma.

Extensive severe burns to all areas of
exposed flesh.

Morning, Michael.

Stephen. Good weekend.

Oh, don't you start.

Sorry.

Forget about it.

Do we know the victim?

I doubt his own mother would know him
now.

I should say the head wound killed him.
Of course, the post -mortem burns and

immersion are a complicating factor,
but, well, there's one bright spot at

least. I think we can rule out suicide.

Sometimes I'll worry about you, Stephen.

Sir, bad news, I'm afraid.

The car's registered to Detective
Inspector MacDonald, Glenside CID.

Oh, God.

OK, let's take this one step at a time.

Stephen. We're going to need anything
you can give us, ASAP.

Yes, sir.

Call Glenside to get him to verify the
whereabouts of McDonald's and tell him

we'll be right over. Yes, sir.

Oh, good to see you could join us,
Robbie.

Yeah, sorry about that. What's
happening?

It looks as though our victim could be a
police officer.

What?

Fill him in, Stuart.

Every night?

Jackie?

Yes?

I want you here.

It's a liaise with forensics.

This one's going to be a bit special, so
I don't want any cock -ups.

Blair MacDonald.

Did you know him?

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, I knew him right enough.

Everyone at Glenside knew Blair. He was
one of those guys, you know?

No, I don't know.

Well, he was larger than life.

He couldn't have been there forever. I
mean, he was head of serious crime when

was just starting out.

Was he popular?

I don't know about that, but he was
respected.

Demarco's here as a bit of a father
figure, you know.

Couldn't imagine the place without him.

A bit like Jim Taggart at Maryhill.

So, how old was he?

Eh, mid -fifties, but harder than
elders.

I'm telling you, I wouldn't have wanted
to have crossed it.

Well, someone did.

That's nice.

Bandit country up here. Makes Mary Hill
look like a church picnic.

Well, after you, Vicar.

I'd like to speak to the officer in
charge.

Well, sit down and shut it.

Sorry? I said, take a seat.

Rob.

Ronnie. Been a long time.

So you're left on the car?

Yeah.

Michael, D .I. Ronnie Gregg, D .C .I.
Michael Chardon.

Good to meet you.

I take it you've confirmed that
McDonald's missed him?

Yeah, he never went home last night. His
wife thought he was still at work.

What's all this?

We're pulling everyone in he's had
contact with in the past week.

We don't expect some of them to be too
cooperative.

No shortage of manpower, then.

Blair was well quoted around here, you
know that.

OK. First thing we need is a timetable
of his last known movements.

I want you two to make a start on that.

I need to speak to your boss.

Chief Superintendent Andrew Lennox.

Welcome aboard.

Please, take a seat.

Oh, you can see things are moving pretty
fast this end.

The response of my officers has been
magnificent.

I've even got people coming in off
annual leave.

Very impressive, sir. There is just one
problem. Oh?

The body was found in C Division.

That makes it a Mary Hill case.

Well, technically, yes.

With respect, sir, there's nothing
technical about it. Now, come on.

Blair MacDonald was one of our own.

Passions are running pretty high out
there.

All the more reason.

The last thing we need is a bunch of
cops running around out there looking

revenge. All right.

Point taken. I'll tell D .I. Gregg
you're to have a full cooperation.

Thank you.

Michael, isn't it?

Michael Jarvin.

Sir?

I knew your father in the old days.

He was a tickler for the rulebook, too.

I'd say you're a lot like him.

Just bear in mind that Blair wasn't only
a fine officer.

He was a good friend.

I want the scum who killed him nailed to
a cross and bugger the rules.

Clear?

Yes, sir.

It's clear enough.

You and MacDonald were interviewing the
suspect.

Doogie Ben.

And the right little Ned he is.

Had you finished about 7 .30?

Around there.

It's all under your interview table.

Sure. What happened then?

Well, then, Doogie put his hands up.

We all went around to the bell for a wee
celebration bevy.

Blair left the bell half an hour later.

I kind of got the impression he was
meeting a snout.

There's no entry on the informant's log.

Where did you find this one, Robbie? The
girl guide?

All right.

Thing is, Blair wasn't too big on
paperwork.

I saw it, Samus. Well, he preferred to
spend his time out nicking villains.

You boys do much of that yourselves?

Well, it has been known.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

It looks like we've got a result.

some sort of incendiary device was used
to torch the car.

They're still running some tests.

Makes it look pretty planned, though,
doesn't it?

I found this identification in a
briefcase underneath the seat.

That's McDonald's.

Well, I can confirm the cause of death.

Shotgun fired at point -blank range.

And I moved steeply upwards like so.

Can you give us a positive idea?

Well, the X -rays may help.

Take a look.

Isn't that right, sir?

Yes, well done, Jackie.

Left tibia.

It's quite an old injury.

At least 20 years, I'd say.

And then... There's this.

Ah, this isn't my actual area of
expertise, but I'd say this was a

Doesn't it bother you, Stephen, even
slightly?

You must have worked with us, Matt.

Yes. Well, our paths did cross, but to
be perfectly honest, we never really hit

it off.

Now, if it were you or Jackie lying
there, that might be different.

Thank you, Stephen.

James Michael Dillon.

Son of an explosive speciality.

Convicted in October 1984 of armed
robbery and murder.

He was sentenced to life imprisonment.

Three others involved were given a ten
stretch each.

Right, so what else you got?

Dillon was released on parole four days
ago pending an appeal.

He'd gone missing from an ex -con's
hostel on Lauriston Road.

Our information is he's done a runner.

He hasn't been seen since Saturday
night.

Why, Dylan?

Why not one of the others?

The M .O. fits him like a glove.

And I was there when they huckled him
down screaming and killed Blair first

chance he got.

Take my word for it.

This is our man, all right.

Me!

Me!

Don't you know who I am?

Jimmy!

God, man, you look like a ghost.

Looks like I've come in the right place
then, doesn't it?

Listen, I need to disappear for a while.

Could you help me?

Why?

Right.

Mrs MacDonald. Come in.

Blair?

Oh.

Who are you?

Michael Jarden, Mrs MacDonald.

This is Jackie Reid from Mary Halsey ID.

I thought you might be Blair.

He's missing.

He seems to be missing.

Yes, we know.

We need to ask you about your husband's
movement last night.

Well, he rang me from the station and
said he might be working late.

He's always been very good about that,
very considerate.

He said he was meeting someone, I think.

Did he say who?

Oh, no, we never discuss his work.

Blair makes a point of that.

Well,

he didn't, Blair.

In the car, I mean.

There's been some sort of mix -up.

He's been a policeman all his life. He
never takes risks.

I just can't understand why he doesn't
call.

Mrs MacDonald, could you tell us if your
husband ever had any sort of serious

injury? Well, only years ago when we
were first married, he fractured his leg

playing football.

Was it his left leg?

Yes, uh -huh.

I, uh... I wonder if you could...

Do you recognize this?

Oh, yes.

This is Blair's.

Definitely. See?

I'm sorry.

I don't understand.

Where did...

All of you, just go away.

Well, this one seems pretty
straightforward.

Do you reckon?

Aye. All you've got to do is find this
guy, Dylan.

A 50 -year -old ex -con, I mean. How
hard can that be?

So what do you think of B .I. Greg?

Ronnie?

He's about my chance, or maybe.

Curtsy odd corner.

Definitely fancies himself.

What are you laughing at?

Sure.

G .S. Reid.

Did you leave a name?

Or a number?

Okay, thanks. Bye.

There's been an anonymous call at the
station.

Blair McDonald was at the turning point
confino last night.

I'm not happy, Jojo.

The hole's way down on last month.

I'm not running a charity here. No, Mr.
Fullerman. Oi, fetch my motor, will you?

And there's too much shrinkage on the
bar.

Kick some bloody arses.

Yes, Mr. Fullerman.

And that new crew here...

Get rid of him. He's altogether too fly.
Yes, Mr. Sullivan.

And Georgiou. Yes, Mr. Sullivan. Don't
agree with me until I've finished

to you, sir.

When was your vehicle driven last, Mr.
Sullivan?

I don't know.

This afternoon.

Is that you?

No, me poodle. Who do you think?

Who's the casualty?

It's one of my boys. What's on the door?

Mr. Sullivan.

I need to sit down. Yeah, go on, son, go
on.

Get inside, get a cup of tea.

Torrey Sullivan?

Yeah, this is who I am.

DCI Jordan, DS Reid, Maryhill.

Maryhill? Jeez, I've got them coming at
me from all over now.

Hold on. Are you taking over all our
investigations?

We're pursuing a murder inquiry.

Do you know who might have done this?

Yes, I know exactly who did it, darling.

But right now, I think I need a bit of a
drink.

Would you come inside?

All right with you?

Be my guest, sir.

Did you ever hear of an evil bastard
called James Dillon?

Name rings a bell.

It should, because according to DC
Buchanan, he just got out of Barlinnie

week. What would he have against you?

Well, the way Dylan would see it, I
nicked his wife. See, when he got sent

Alice was left with a kid to bring up
all on her own, so I sort of took her

under my wing, so to speak.

So this was an act of charity, then?

Well, not exactly.

I mean, she wasn't bad -looking in them
days.

Mind you, it didn't last. She had a
terrible temper.

And you still think that Dylan did the
good?

He's not exactly a forgiving man.

How long ago are we talking about?

It's part of 15 years.

I haven't set eyes on James Dillon for
15 years.

And you know what?

It isn't a moment too long.

But you are still married.

On paper, maybe.

That's all.

Right, so, um... So you never went to
visit him in Berlin, then?

No.

And you've not tried to make contact
since his release?

Why would I?

He was a bad man and a worse husband.

The day he started his life sentence,
mine ended.

You'd be better off talking to my
daughter Patricia.

If anyone knows where he is, she does.

So they're close, then?

Oh, aye.

She's wasted half her life running a
campaign to get him released.

God knows why.

She works down the law centre.

Thanks.

We'll have a word with her.

And if he does make contact?

I'll be straight on to you.

Inspector.

When you catch him, throw away the key
this time.

I just can't believe it.

Blair MacDonald.

I mean, I thought a man was
indestructible, you know.

You sure?

And you reckon it was Dylan that killed
him? We're keeping an open mind at the

moment. Well, don't keep it open too
long, because if that bad bastard is

looking for revenge, then it won't just
be me and Blair that he's looking for.

Come.

Excuse me, Mr Sullivan, the agency need
to know how many more door staff we'll

be wanting.

Just tell him in a round dozen, my son,
all right?

I'm just taking on a bit of extra
security for tomorrow, just in case.

You say you and DCI Macdonald were old
friends?

Yeah. Yeah, we go way back.

When did you last see him?

A couple of weeks ago.

You sure about that?

I played a round of golf with him.

Why? What's this all about?

We have information that he met you here
sometime after 8 o 'clock last night.

And where did you get that from?

Well, that's just the, uh, relayable
source.

Never black a blacker, my son.

Meaning?

Meaning somebody's giving you the wind
-up, Chief Inspector.

I'm sorry, but your so -called
information is dead wrong.

Yes? Patricia Dillon?

Yes. Working late on a Sunday. Must be
very dedicated to your clients.

Oh, police, right?

Right. Well, your pal just left ten
minutes ago.

What pal?

A D .I. Greg.

Heath Glenside.

We're Mary Hill.

I don't care if you're from Doc Green.
I'll tell you the same thing I told him.

I don't know where Dad is.

We'll need more than that.

It's a simple enough question.

When did you last see your father?

Isn't that the title of a picture?

That would know.

Art's not my subject.

Well, how about civil rights?

He does have them, you know.

Even if he is an ex -con.

He's a murder suspect, Miss Dillon.

So you say.

But I haven't heard one scrap of
evidence.

Well, isn't it true that he threatened
to kill Macdonald?

That was 15 years ago.

Anyway. He was with me all last night.
Where?

My flat.

I cooked a meal.

We watched TV.

What was on?

Do you know?

I really can't remember.

So where is he now?

I told you, I don't know.

He left early this morning on his
motorbike, planning to do a bit of

north, maybe look up a few old friends,
all perfectly legal, so long as he

reports to his probation officer within
a week.

I think you're lying.

Too bad.

Now, if you don't mind, I have to repair
a case for the sheriff's court.

What's that, then?

A tasty wee bit of shoplifting?

No, a tasty wee bit of wrongful arrest.

I'm suing a detective inspector.

Detective inspector.

OK, come on, settle down.

Settle down!

Right, as you're all probably aware,
this is the man we're looking for.

James Michael Dillon.

At Glenside, I've traced a card cash
account to Dillon containing £7 ,000.

I realise he could have money stashed
elsewhere, but he made a withdrawal from

cash machine in Dundas Street on
Saturday night and we're hoping he does

again. I've arranged for surveillance of
all the central branches.

Do we have the manpower for that, sir?

Stuart, we'll try to find a man who
murdered a police officer. Do you

understand? Yes, sir.

Yeah.

I've asked Glenside for some help.

Jackie, forensics.

The lab are still running tests on the
incendiaries used in the car.

Most crude.

Probably homemade.

So we're assuming that the bomber and
the killer are the same person.

No usable prints on either vehicle.

What is it, Robbie?

I don't see why we don't go public on
Dylan.

Use the media.

Because I don't want to scare him off.

But there's no evidence for game.

That's not what Glenside think.

Yeah, well, Glenside aren't running this
investigation.

Are they, Robbie?

What about the daughter?

Well, we know she's lying about Dylan
being with her on Saturday.

Between 7 .30pm and midnight, she was at
a meeting at the university.

Some sort of civil liberties forum for
lawyers.

She was one of the speakers.

Why would she lie? She must have known
we would check up.

Maybe she wants us to know that she
doesn't care what we think.

I want you two down at the casino.

See if you can find any leads on this
bomber.

And while you're at it, ask about
Macdonald.

If he was there that night, Someone must
have seen him.

All this on the basis of one anonymous
phone call?

Yeah. Plus my gut feeling that
Sullivan's got something to hide.

You got a problem with that, Robbie?

No, Russell, no problem.

Good.

Jackie?

What's this problem?

Won't you concentrate on Dylan's back?

Oh, and get Glenside to send you the
files of the robbery you went down for.

Right, OK.

By the way, I've run a check on Sullivan
already.

And? He's got quite a background
himself.

No actual convictions since the early
80s, but plenty of suspicion.

Of what?

Robbery, handling, loan sharking, you
name it.

How the hell did he get a gaming
license?

Good question.

He obviously knows people in high
places.

So, what's up with you, then?

It's a waste of time, isn't it?

I mean, Jargon's just fighting his own
little turf war with Glenside.

Do you not think you might be a wee bit
prejudiced?

Come on, we should be out there looking
for Dylan. I mean, you know that.

Gentlemen, please, we need to interview
your staff.

I'll have to clear it with the boss.

Aye, you do that, my man, and coffee
would be nice, of course.

Care for a spin of the wheel while
you're waiting?

Eh, no, no, no, no, no. Too much house
percentage, eh?

Blackjack's my game.

I believe they're starting a new shoe
now.

I'll have your coffee sent over, shall
I?

Excellent.

That'll be a total waste of time after
all, eh?

Are you sure?

Okay. Thanks a lot.

Any luck?

If you ask me, sir, they were told to
keep their mouths shut.

What about the security videos?

Can we see the tapes?

Apparently there was some sort of
problem over the weekend.

None of the cameras were working.

Where's Rob?

Um, I'll, uh, just go and check, sir.

Chief Inspector Jardine, how nice to see
you again. Mr. Sullivan.

A pity about those cameras.

Could have been useful. Well, that's
technology for you.

Certainly seem to have enough of them.

I want to make sure no one's trying to
cheat me.

Hi there.

I've been hearing a few things about
you, Mr. Stanley. Oh, good, I hope.

Not exactly.

I'm told you have a bit of a checkered
path.

Well, we're not the main thing.

The path is another country, right?

Well, uh...

Thanks for your cooperation.

Oh, er... We'll be in touch.

Patricia Dillon?

Well, I could hardly miss it, could I?

All right.

All right. Calm down.

Where can I meet you?

Ellie. Hello, Tony.

Loving coaches as ever.

Thank you.

Oh, I helped myself.

Hope you don't mind.

Congratulations, by the way.

Very classy.

Bet you take some money through here
every night, eh?

What can I do for you?

Oh, I'd say it's more of a question of
what I can do for you.

Such as?

Such as keeping my mouth shut.

What are you talking about?

Blair MacDonald.

The police seem to think that Dylan
killed him.

But you and I know different, don't we?

Biggest mistake of my life, letting a
girl like you get away from me.

It was that.

So, how much do you want?

Hi there, it's me again.

It's Jackie.

Jackie Reed, that is.

I don't know what it is about these
things. I'm usually quite coherent,

Oh, well, you're obviously still out, so
when you come in, you can maybe give me

a call.

OK.

Bye.

Just a professional colleague.

OK.

I'm going home.

See you tomorrow.

OK, then. Bye.

Hello, Jackie.

Who's there?

Come on, show yourself.

Yeah. OK, I'm awake.

Morning, gorgeous.

Hey, come on, breakfast will be here any
minute.

Oh, my God.

What time is it?

Where's our Jackie, then?

Not seen her yet, sir.

Aye, aye.

Stuart, Glenside come up with anything
yet?

Yes, sir.

All right, Jackie?

Fine, thanks.

Bit of a heavy night, was it?

Yeah.

Morning, Jackie.

Michael, could I have a word, please?

In private.

Well? Eh, a friend of mine.

A chap called Brian Holmes.

He's a detective chief super with
clothing and borders.

He's on secondment to complaint from
discipline.

Friend, is it?

Yes, I met him at that financial crimes
course in Edinburgh last month.

Michael, I trust him.

OK.

Well, I, eh... I met up with him last
night.

Andy told me very confidentially that
Discipline had been running an inquiry

into alleged corruption in Glenside for
the last six weeks.

The main focus of the inquiry has been
the relationship between DCI Macdonald

and Tony Sullivan.

What? You are kidding me.

Apparently Macdonald got himself heavily
into debt back in the early 80s.

Sullivan bailed him out with a series of
so -called loans.

And in return, they think he was
offering Sullivan protection.

That's why none of the charges against
Sullivan have ever stuck.

I don't believe I'm hearing this.

Well, the point is that they were just
about to arrest Macdonald and they were

pretty sure they could make it stick to
send Sullivan down with them.

Which would give Sullivan a strong
motive for getting rid of him first.

Exactly.

I take it this guy Holmes is your
anonymous caller.

So why all the cloak and dagger stuff?

Why didn't discipline just... Give us
this officially.

Well, they can't.

With Macdonald dead, the investigation's
buried with it.

I mean, they're pretty pissed off about
it.

Yeah, they're not the only ones.

Why, the hell wasn't I told?

It wasn't relevant.

Look, I'm trying to run a murder inquiry
here.

How can I do that without all the facts?

What facts?

If DCI Macdonald had been on the point
of making some sort of confession, if

such confession had implicated
Sullivan... And if the potential

been serious enough to form a credible
motive for murder, then and only then

would the discipline inquiry have any
bearing. But you can't prove any such

thing. Meanwhile, the inquiry's dead and
that decision comes from the very top.

In other words, an official cover -up.
Look, Michael, Blair was the most highly

respected officer in this station.

The man was a hero, for God's sake.

Why rake all this up now? What could it
possibly achieve?

Apart from a great deal of damage to the
reputation of the whole force.

And none of us wants that, do we?

Your father was a copper.

You of all people should understand.

My father was an honest policeman.

Your father was a drunk and we both know
it.

How do you do that, sir?

Look, I don't set myself up to judge.
That's my whole point. We're all human.

all make mistakes.

Yes, maybe Blair was too close to the
Tony Sullivan.

Maybe he did do him a few favours. I
don't condone that.

But any mistakes he made, God knows he's
paid the price.

So, in order to protect his reputation,
you're willing to let Sullivan away with

murder? No.

You get some real evidence against him,
fine, you go with it.

But meantime, let's just leave the dead
to rest in peace.

Hey, check this.

The boss got us some new secretarial
stuff.

Oh, no, I'm wrong.

That's a Mary Helm detective, that is.

I hear the DCI of yours is a bit of a
tyrant.

Mike Jordan?

Yeah. Oh, he's all right.

Yeah? Yeah.

And what about your DC?

Are you giving her one or what?

Ronnie, give it a rest, will you?

No. OK, we need copies of everything
they have on Sullivan.

Especially any cases that McDonald was
involved in.

Excuse me, sir, I'll take you to play
this with the chief super.

Yeah.

So now we're treating Tony Sullivan as a
suspect.

Damn right we are.

Sir, that was a call from the bank on
George Street. Dylan's just used his

card. Stuart, get over there.

Sorry, sir. They lost him. Oh, I don't
believe it.

Get over to the law centre and watch
Patricia.

Dylan might show up there.

Morning, gents. Morning.

I'll give you a hand with that.

Why not?

There you go then, gents.

Oh, it's a great spot, this.

Thanks very much.

Benji! Thanks, Benji.

Benji, aye.

All right?

Oh, yes.

Thank you. Thank you very much, gents.
Thanks.

Thank you very much. See you then,
Benji.

Thanks.

City center, please.

I just don't see how I can help you.

I told you, Blair and I never discussed
his work.

I understand, Mrs MacDonald.

And I realise that this is a very
difficult time for you, but what you do

is to find who is responsible.

I thought you were already looking for
this man, Dylan.

Oh, there are some possibilities we
can't rule out at this stage.

That's nice.

Oh, thank you.

Bean. It's underneath here. We've got a
little place out there.

Blair always loved the sun.

Do, uh... Do you know someone called
Tony Thilliman?

Uh, yes, I think so. He was a friend of
Blair's. They used to play golf.

Did you ever meet him?

I believe he came to dinner once.

I didn't really take to him, to be
honest.

I want you to think very, very
carefully.

Did that man ever threaten your husband
in any way?

What?

Threaten Blair?

Look, I'm sorry, but if you'd known him,
you would understand how silly that

sounds. Well, your husband did owe him
money.

No, I... Rather a lot of money. Well
over £100 ,000, we think.

That's ridiculous.

What's he supposed to have done with it
all?

Well, that's a good question.

You see, I'm the same rank as your
husband, and, well, I don't think I

afford a house like this.

It's OK, Mrs MacDonald.

I'll get him.

What are you implying?

You're not implying anything, Mrs
Macdonald. Yes, you are.

You know you are.

You come in here, you ask all these
questions, suggesting that Blair, of all

people, I don't know how you have the
nerve.

Michael. Rony.

I want you to know how sorry we all are,
Siobhan.

Thanks.

Well, Chief Inspector, I must say I'm
very surprised to see you here.

We have a funeral arrangement to
discuss.

I think you'd better leave.

Oh, no.

You battered them.

So, do you think she knew her husband
was on the take?

She must have.

There's a big house, a place in Spain.

Where else would the money come from?

You all right?

Yeah. This thing stinks, doesn't it?

You know what Lennox did when I fronted
up to him about the inquiry?

Threw my dad drinking in my food. Oh.

You ever wonder what this job's doing to
you, Jackie?

What kind of person you'll turn into
when you've been in the game as long as

McDonald's has.

Oh, come on, Michael. No -one makes a
thing, this job.

You're free to get out at any point.

As far as I'm concerned, any officer
that takes a bribe is beneath contempt.

Thanks. I'm sorry.

That's what I think.

No.

You're right.

And you know what?

See if Macdonald was bent.

I bet you he wasn't the only one in the
squad.

This one at Glenside's wee jokes.

Just step out of the car, please, sir.

You've been observed driving away from a
public house.

Have you been drinking, sir?

No. I'm teetotal.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you
to take a breath test.

What? Listen, Constable... Unless you'd
rather give a urine sample.

Then to the station, of course.

Oh, now you really are taking the piss.

Billy, your can, mister. Only a tenner.
Ah, take a hike.

Here, listen.

That's a brand new set of tyres in
there.

You even think about it, I'll have your
plums on a plate, all right?

Go on.

Punter, you may be interested in Mr
Sullivan.

Camera five.

Puss. Ah, my little darling here.

There you are, my darling. Get vista
into that.

Puss. Got another customer.

Fifteen. Cut.

Nineteen. Stand.

Twenty. Stand.

5 or 15?

Card.

21.

Blackjack. Oh, no.

Hey, look, can I cash a cheque for 300?

Find out for you.

It won't be a minute.

What's up?

Done his brains.

Wants 300 quid credit.

Cash card's only good for 100.

Well, then, give me 300.

You're going to miss the Ross.

Of course we can cash you 300, no
problem.

Thanks very much.

It's a lot of legal, eh?

Oh, come on, Michael, you've got to see
the funny side of it. I do, yeah.

I suppose there's a whole new definition
of police harassment.

Michael, stop!

Isn't that... Patricia Dillon.

What the hell, Stuart?

Crazy! Dylan! Stop!

Dylan!

Patricia?

She's gone.

Ah, damn it.

Stuart, where the hell are you?

Problem? No problem.

Who is this guy?

Scarlet Pimpernel?

Oh, let's knock it in the head.

You, uh, you heading home?

No.

No, as a matter of fact, I'm meeting
Brian.

Brian, is it?

I'll, uh, give you a lift.

20. Stand.

14. Card.

21.

18. Stand.

Black deck.

Right.

That's me finished.

Thank you, sir. Good night.

It's been a pleasure.

Like his own woman.

Are you boys here Saturday night?

What's it to you, you mealy bastard?

Quite trouble for yourself, eh, son?

Here every night, aren't we?

Try to build a business enterprise, you
know.

Uh -huh. Very commendable.

Do you, eh, do you recognise this guy?

Aye. That's that corporate that got
killed.

He was one of your regular.

Mr Mack.

Was he here on Saturday night?

Aye. He's only about half eight.

Could you swear to that?

Told you, he was a regular.

Big red beamer, three series, leather
seats, nice motor.

You know what, son?

You've just earned yourself that tenner.

Em,

I'm going to have to owe it to you.

All right.

Miserable bastard.

So this is where he's staying.

Discipline don't stunt themselves, do
they?

Jackie?

Was it serious?

See you tomorrow, Michael.

Nice time, mate!

Go round this side.

Look at this carpet.

Right, I'm going in.

Look at that.

Grab the other end of that.

Blair Macdonald embodied the highest
traditions of the police service.

He will be remembered as a fine officer,
a loyal friend, and above

all, perhaps, a man of courage who daily
risked his own life in defence of the

weak and powerless of our community.

His tragic death in the line of duty
ennobles us all.

When I first met Blair, I knew that I
had met a man of integrity, a man of

commitment, a man that I could trust.

What is it now?

You shouldn't have come.

You're not welcome here.

I found the button.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, I've got that.

Look, we're a bit pushed at the moment.

Okay, we'll get someone over as soon as
we can.

Thanks.

How's the funeral?

Not bad.

Who's that?

Some kind of accidental death up in the
camp scene. That was local PC, George

McBain. Not a problem at all.

It's only ten miles out.

It's well within our area.

Rubber stamp job.

They just want someone from CID to go up
and file a report.

Well, come on and deal with it then.
Okay.

Benjamin Greer.

Bit of a local character, I suppose.

Living his own up in the hills.

Did a bit of gullying for the fishing
trade.

Kept us there pretty much to himself.

Cause of death?

Drowning. He was unconscious when he
entered the water.

Probably just fell and bashed his head.

What about these other injuries?

Well, they're consistent with the body
being dragged by the current along the

stream bed.

A hopeless alky, of course.

An accident waiting to happen.

Open and shut, then.

Do you want to see where we found him?

Lead on, Macduff.

MacBain. Pardon?

Name's MacBain, son.

We found him.

Any idea where he went in?

Guess the lock's steeper further up.

The time of death was about 7 .30.

What was he doing here at that time?

He's got a boat in there, eh?

Is there anything else up there?

Ah, just one little weekend of playtime.

Aside from that, there's a lot of sheep.

Patricia Dillon.

P .S. Jackie Reed.

I think we missed each other last night.

What do you want?

I think you know what I want.

I'm looking for your father.

Then I can't help you.

As I told your colleague, I don't know
where he is.

So that wasn't him at the snooker club
last night?

No. Who was it then?

A friend.

You're a lawyer, Miss Dillon.

I'm sure you realise what a serious
offence it is to lie to a police

Oh, am I under caution? I must have
missed that.

And if your father's innocent, then it's
a wee bit stupid.

Innocent?

He's already served 15 years in prison
for one crime he didn't commit.

What the hell's innocent got to do with
anything?

Wait.

I have no illusions about Dad.

He was never much of a father, and my
mother will tell you what a lousy

he was.

Yes, he was a career criminal, but he
didn't kill that security guard because

wasn't in on the robbery.

The jury thought otherwise on the
evidence?

What evidence?

There was no evidence apart from the
shotgun, and MacDonald planted that.

I've read the transcript.

The other three all identified your
father as being the one who pulled the

trigger. Well, of course they did,
because MacDonald offered them a deal,

he?

They fingered Dad. He dropped the
conspiracy to murder charge.

Is that the basis of your appeal?

Yes.

Just what the defence argued at the
time, isn't it? I don't hear anything

What's new, Ed? They can prove it.

You going to tell me who?

Oh, you're joking, aren't you, Detective
Sergeant Reid?

Ah, most of these places I haven't lived
in.

People just go out for the odd weekend
fishing, you know.

This is still fresh.

Do you know who owns this place?

Find out, easy enough, if you think it's
worth it. They might have seen

something. You never know.

You wouldn't think you're only 12 miles
from Sucky Hall Street, would you?

We'd better get you back to the big bad
city or you'll be after my job.

Assuming that you're right, why would
Macdonald want to frame your father?

Because Macdonald was on Sullivan's
payroll and Sullivan told him to.

My mother was having an affair with
Sullivan.

Well, Sullivan said that started after
your father's arrest.

Well, then he's lying.

It had been going on for months.

I mean, I was only 14, but even I knew
there was something.

They were both scared to death of what
Dad would do when he found out.

He had a hell of a temper.

Still has.

So you're saying that MacDonald framed
your father to cover up for Sullivan's

love affair?

Patricia, that doesn't make sense.

My witness will testify.

that the gun Macdonald planted on Dad
belonged to Sullivan.

Sullivan gave Macdonald the gun?

Sullivan was the one that killed the
girl?

Mm -hmm.

Hello. Yeah.

Oh, God.

Yeah, she's, uh...

Yeah, I understand.

Okay.

Patricia? What?

Oh,

afternoon.

Yeah, not exactly fragrant, is it?

How long has she been in there?

Well, judging solely by the progress of
rigor, roughly 36 hours.

That would mean she was killed late
Monday night?

Yeah, a neighbor saw her go out about 8
o 'clock.

Any idea where she was going?

Well, not a local chippy dressed like
that, anyhow.

Those yards are the stuff in the skip.

Apparently they're rewiring the place.

So, a weapon of convenience.

A lot quieter than a shotgun, giving him
time to get away.

Meaning Dylan?

Aye, who else? He's just out to buy a
rail. He's looking for revenge. Robbie.

Well, look, first the coffee puts him
away, then the wife's lover, now the

herself. What more do you want? What's
your point? What's your point? The point

is we should have gone public from the
start and wasted our time with Sullivan.

Michael.

Sorry to interrupt.

Where's Patricia?

Oh, I took her home.

She was pretty shaken up.

Aye, what does she think of her father
now?

Well, she still claims she's no idea
where he is.

Aye, yeah.

I think we should look inside, eh?

Oh, Robbie, get a description over to
the taxi firms.

A dress like that, I don't think she
would have got the bus to you.

Look, what about Dylan?

Do we got the dress?

No, not yet.

So Blair said, no, my lord, but he also
had a baseball bat and I don't think he

was looking for a game of rounders.

Yeah?

I found him.

You sure?

I'm looking straight at him.

All right, I'll be with you in half an
hour.

Uh, something's come up.

Just hang on in there.

It'll be all over soon.

Well, there's no sign of a struggle.

I reckon the killer was waiting for her
outside.

Someone she knew?

Mm.

By the way, Patricia wants to know when
she can have access.

I think there's a few photos and stuff
that she wants.

Well, it's not a scene of crime, so...
Sure, why not?

Oh,

this, eh, this story about robbery, I
think she was telling the truth.

Yeah, I'm sure she believed it.

And if she's right, and Sullivan is the
real murderer, then it's a hell of a

motive. There's no statute of
limitations on murder.

Yeah, but with Macdonald dead, well, I
can't prove it.

Only he and Sullivan would have known.

Unless Alice knew.

Oh, I thought the stock was just found.

About five grand there, I reckon.

The turning point.

At Sullivan's place.

Think he gave her the money?

Let's ask him, shall we?

Bring him in.

Arrest him if you have to.

It's like Robbie.

Arrest him anyway.

Let him know we mean business this time.

He's in there.

Good work.

Is it going right in?

No.

And you never saw him, right?

I don't get it.

You don't have to get it, Al.

Off you go.

Still here?

Alice Dillon was at your casino on
Monday night.

Is that right?

Yes, it is.

And according to the taxi driver who
picked her up, she didn't leave till

midnight.

That's fascinating.

What did you want?

I wanted you to ask her.

You gave her that.

What for?

What does she say?

Was she blackmailing you?

Don't be tough.

So why the money?

It was a present, that's all.

£5 ,000 to a woman that you claim you
haven't spoken to for 15 years.

Come on, Tony.

What did she have on you?

Look, all right, she did come round the
other night.

She heard that Dylan had been released
and she was worried.

So I told her to take a novelty. That's
what the five grand was for.

That's very generous, Mr Sullivan.

Well, I'm a generous man.

As you well know.

Anyway, what's all this about? Something
happened to her?

Yeah. She was strangled just after she
left your casino.

Oh.

Going back to Saturday the 11th and the
murder of DCI Macdonald.

Earlier you denied ever having met him
that night, correct?

Yeah. Correct you denied it or correct
you never met? We never met.

Only I have an independent witness that
saw Macdonald enter your casino at 8 .30

and leave about 11 o 'clock.

Well, Mr Sullivan.

Well... All right, yes.

He did drop by.

Cos he was worried about Dylan as well.

Regular little counselling service you
run there, eh?

Oh, yeah, just like the Samaritans, me.

Uh -huh.

Except all of your clients seem to wind
up dead.

Why did you lie about it?

Look, I was confused, right? I mean,
don't forget, he had a pop at me as

Ah, yes, the famous car bomb.

which left you completely unscathed, I
seem to remember.

Aye, right, and then, of course, the
security cameras broke down, so we

see who planted it.

What are we getting at here, boys?

Ah, come on, Tony.

You set up the whole thing yourself to
make it look as though Dylan was waging

some sort of revenge campaign.

Where is everyone?

Interviewing Sullivan.

I've been out in this thing up in the
campsies. Of course, you're denying

everything. It's a bit weird.

They must have been at it well over an
hour.

Do you know anything about fish?

Fish? Well, trout.

Do you know if you can catch them at
night?

I think you've been overdoing it,
Stuart.

What exactly was your relationship with
DCI Macdonald?

Well, I told you before.

We go way back.

We played a bit of golf.

Do you deny you also gave him money?

What money?

According to our information, payments
totalling £100 ,000.

Now, where do you get that? Never mind
that.

Is it true?

Answer the question!

Yeah, OK, it's true!

There's nothing illegal about a friendly
loan.

No, not at all.

Unless it's an inducement to conceal a
crime.

Or rather, a series of crimes.

including an armed robbery in 1984 where
our young security guard was murdered.

Oh, come on, man. You were away with the
fairies.

Yes, I like to keep men with the boys in
blue.

Ask Inspector Ross here.

Go on, ask him.

Interview suspended.

22 .15.

What's he talking about?

I don't know.

I'm going to say this only once more,
Robbie.

What is he talking about?

All right.

Blew the money at the casino last night.

Oh, for God's sake!

No big deal. It's all about boards. I
paid him what I owed. See if that red

pill's got something on you!

I'm going to claim for you this time,
and I mean it!

Well, he hasn't.

You just can't help it, can you?

Can I go?

Take Mr Sullivan down to the sales and
pick him out a nice one. I think

you're going to be here for quite a
while.

Definitely the guy from the snooker
club, right? I'd say so.

It's not Dylan.

Sir, this lady says they're brother.

Name of Jimmy Calder.

Calder? I ran a P &T check. He's got
quite a record.

Burglary, assault, robbery.

He's only just out of a ten -year
stretch at Barlinnie himself.

All right, have we taken him away,
Michael?

Yeah, why don't you go see him?

Impressive physique, whoever he was.

Took no less than 16 blows to see him
off.

And this ain't no toffee hammer.

All right, lad. Let's get him back to
the shop.

Michael.

There was a Calder in the 1984 Wagers
van robbery.

He was one of the ones, the three men
who identified Dylan.

I hear you finally caught up with my
witness, Chief Inspector.

Witness? Yes.

We were supposed to have a meeting
today.

He was due to testify in the appeal
court that Macdonald did a deal with him

the others to frame my father.

You led us to believe that he was your
father.

Oh, no.

You came to that conclusion all by
yourselves.

So why did you run the other night?

You're the police, aren't you?

He was terrified of the police.

Oh, for God's sake.

If that had been my father, do you
honestly think he'd be alive right now?

You'd better get back and release
Sullivan or we'll have his lawyers

all over the place. Just he didn't do it
personally doesn't mean he wasn't

involved. I know that.

We've no evidence to hold him, have we?
But Mike... Just do it!

Stop it.

What are you looking so happy about? The
guy in the shooting gallery claims he

saw G .I. Gregg here last night with
another guy.

Yeah? What makes him think it was Gregg?
Well, he knows him apparently.

He claims he busted his wife's kid
sister's cousin or something like that.

And the guy with him?

Medium height, mid -twenties, slim
build, brown cord jacket.

Alvin Buchanan.

Michael!

Glenside have got him. Who?

Dylan. Think it's the real thing this
time.

Well, Chief Inspector, it looks as if
we've done your job for you, doesn't it?

Sure he's in there?

Absolutely. Two of my officers were on
the scene as soon as he used his cash

car. They followed him here.

And your officers have been briefed, not
just scooting left side of him?

Of course. Only we don't want any
accidents, do we?

Ready, sir.

Well, let's get on with it.

Mr. Sullivan.

With you in a minute, Tom.

Mum, please, don't! Mum, no!

Mum, please, don't! Do it!

Don't let her get hurt! Do it!

This is a cure -all.

All right, let's have a look then, shall
we?

Oh, shoot!

All right!

Where's the cash cart?

Come on, the cart!

Where did you get that?

On it.

It was just lying on the towpath.

Up there, by the canal.

Side of the bridge.

Where we found McDonald's car?

I never stole it, and that's the trick.

Can I see that, sir?

All we got was a wee bit of the baby in
the boombox, like.

We'll pay it back when we get more
social.

Oh, shut up.

What about the... What about the number?

What? The pin number.

Michael, it's right in the back there,
isn't it?

Looks like Dylan didn't trust his memory
after all this time.

There's time for the murder scene, isn't
there?

Would somebody please do something about
that bloody dog?

Solomon!

Inspector Ross.

Oh, yeah, there was another killing last
night.

Lucky for me, eh?

What's this?

It's a 300 quid I owe you.

Apparently, you forgot to buy my
cheques. Listen, I don't want your

Aye, well, you're getting it in front of
witnesses.

There you go, son.

It's still something that wife used.

Thanks very much.

All for you.

We, er, celebrating in order, Mr
Sullivan?

Oh, what a good boy!

Yeah. Let's see what Ronnie Gregg's got
to say for himself.

Shouldn't we clear it with Jordan first?

No. I know how Glenside works. He
doesn't.

They've been giving us a run around for
long enough.

Lovely, chubby, bubbly.

Let me not do it.

Seems D .I. Gregg called in sick.

All right.

Alvy, can I have a word, mate?

Yeah, later.

Now.

Are you crazy?

No, I'm just pissed off, so human me.

You were at the fair last night with
Ronnie Gregg, eh? So what?

So you were looking for Jimmy Calder.

Who? The guy at the fair. He's dead,
Alvy. That makes you an accessory to

murder. Oh, come on, you're kidding me
on.

Maller!

Look, I know nothing about that.

Ronnie just said he wanted the guy
found, so I found him. Then what?

Oh, nothing.

I left him to it. I'm just a bag man,
OK?

I do what I'm told.

So where's Ronnie now?

I think he went to Siobhan McDonald's.
What for?

Oh, you know Ronnie, eh?

Don't tell me you're knocking off
Blair's wife.

How long has this been going on?

A while.

Does Blair know about this?

What, you think I asked him?

We'll be back.

You'd better get yourself a brief, pal.

Robbie.

Didn't need to come to that, eh?

Don't go looking for anything.

You wee shag. You still owe me for a set
of tyres.

Excuse us.

What are you looking at?

Ready?

I don't know about this, Ronnie.

It won't be for long.

I promise.

You got passports?

Yeah.

See what you can get out of him.

Mr. Sullivan.

Johnny, it's Michael Jarden. Who did
this?

Claire, you... Forget about Claire. Who
ran you off the road?

Go on.

You all right?

What'd you say?

A man in a motorbike?

That's what he saw.

Black leather jacket, blue face helmet.

Dylan, go to B.

Hi, sir.

McBain here.

I've got that name you wanted.

What name? The owner of the cottage you
were asking about.

Look, George, this isn't a very good
time.

He's a copper from Glenside.

Wait a minute, are you sure about this?

Of course I'm sure.

The owner's a detective inspector,
Ronnie Gregg.

Sir, I'm coming to pick you up.

I've just had some information on D .I.
Greg.

Ronnie?

What is it?

Er... It's nothing.

If Robbie's right about Siobhan and Greg
having an affair and Steve, for

instance, McDonald found out about it,
well, it would give them a motive to

him, I suppose.

But what about the others?

Where does Dylan fit in?

Still warm.

Ah, Jackie.

I've been a bloody fool.

I've just realised what Sullivan was
trying to tell me back there.

Well, well.

Hello there, Ronnie.

And hello again, selfie on the rock.

Stuart, I don't believe you've met Blair
Macdonald.

Blair killed Dylan.

That's what Sullivan said.

It wasn't Macdonald's body in that car.

It was Dylan's.

But that's not portable, is it? Think
about it, Jack.

All they had to do was put Macdonald's
wedding ring on him and make up some

story about breaking his leg.

And because Siobhan played the grieving
widow, we never questioned it, did we?

Why, Blair?

Oh, come on.

What was I supposed to do?

Just sit back and let a judge jail me?
I'll never accept a scumbag like Dylan.

Alive, I was just another corruption
statistic.

Dead, I was a hero.

And a pretty well -off one as well.

What do you mean?

Tony Sullivan and I had a deal.

He'd write off my debts if I took care
of Dylan and anyone else who could give

evidence against him.

Calder, you mean?

Calder was no great loss.

My final service to the community, you
might say.

What about Alice?

Alice knew it was Dylan's body in the
car.

I don't know how.

He tried to blackmail Tony.

You just went along with it?

He's as deep in this shit with Sullivan
as I was.

Aren't you, Ronnie boy?

Give me your car keys.

What about Benji Greer?

Who? The guy you dumped in the river.

The half -wit.

He saw me. He recognised me from the
papers.

Except he couldn't read.

Too bad for him, then.

Kill four people.

You're a police officer, for God's sake.

And what's that, Rob?

We're just the midget men. We keep the
muck off the street. That's all. Listen,

Blair. Quiet!

There's someone out there.

You got the firearms boys out there,
Rob?

No. Don't lie to me now.

If I go...

You go.

There's no one there.

I might change the plan, darling.

I think, Dan, I'll have more chance
alone.

What? She would have dumped me as soon
as she could anyhow.

You think I didn't know about you and
lover boy?

Of course, there'll be no widow's
pension.

You can't have everything, can you?

You bastard.

That's my girl.

You haven't a hope, you know that?

I've still got a few contacts.

Once I'm out of the country, the high
hegions won't try too hard to get me

will they?

After all, I'm just an embarrassment
now.

Move back.

You first.

Slowly.

Lock the door.

Tuck it.

Move.

Just tell me you regret it, Blair.

What, getting involved with Tony
Sullivan?

That was a long time ago. You'll have to
live with your mistakes after a while.

People looked up to you.

I looked up to you.

Yeah? Well, I never paid the bills.

Did it, Rob?

Get in. You're driving.

I'm James Dillon's daughter.

Patricia, the gun.

I don't think so.

I promise you, you'll be punished for
what he's done.

What are you going to do, Chief
Inspector? Lock him up? It's not enough.

And if you end up spending your entire
life locked up, what's that going to

achieve?

Will that bring back your father or your
mother?

Patricia, you're not a killer.

I killed Tony Sullivan, didn't I?

No. Sullivan's still alive.

But he'll go to jail.

But if you pull that trigger now, well,
that's deliberate murder.

That just makes you the same as him.

Come on.

Do it if you're going to.

It's your time, Mike.

What were you going to do, Ronnie?

Wait for Siobhan to come running back to
you with Blair's pension?

So, how did you know it was your
father's body in that car?

The same way Alice did.

The paper said that MacDonald's wife
identified the body from a fracture to

left leg. Dad broke his leg a year
before he went to prison.

MacDonald must have remembered.

Don't worry.

They'll get what's coming to them.

Think so?

MacDonald and Sullivan will get life,
for sure.

Exactly.

Life. For so many deaths.

You don't get justice in the courts.

I've spent enough time in them to know
that much.

Good morning.

Morning. How are you?

I'm well.

How are you?

I'm fine, thanks.

Hey, Robbie Roth.

And you are?

Holmes. Complaint and discipline.

Holmes? What, as in, uh... Brian.

Oh.

I, uh, I didn't think you'd still be
around.

Now that you've found MacDonald, the
investigation's back on, so it looks

I'm going to be here for some time.

Good. Great.

Must they all get together for dinner
one night?

Yeah, why not?

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