All language subtitles for Taggart s16e02 Skin Deep.eng

Thank you.

Glenna. What?

Have you got the, you know... Of course
I think she'll end up here.

Hello?

Peter. How lovely to hear from you.

Bitch. Sorry, I'll have to leave it
there.

Don't forget your stretches.

I'd watch myself if I was you, Janine. I
hear your honey spreads his cell a bit

thin.

Come on, Janine. It's not worth the
effort.

Women, eh?

Why don't you go home, Michael?

You look awful.

Well, thanks for that vote of
confidence.

Look.

It's gone four.

Could almost take the rest of the day
off, you know.

Wouldn't hurt.

It's probably nothing, just... I've got
some stuff for food.

Will everyone please stop fussing?

I'm fine.

When was the last time you had a
holiday, Mike?

What's that got to do with anything?

Go on, when?

I can't remember.

I think you should take a holiday.

I mean, it's been quiet here for a while
now.

Well, you're welcome to my paperwork,
Robbie, if you're short of things to do.

Uniform warrant is over to the health
club on Moss Road.

Well, you could do the good work out,
Stuart.

Sounds like an accident.

Except someone at the club's insisting
it was deliberate.

There's an ambulance on the way.

Looks pretty bad.

OK, Robbie, take Jackie and get down
there.

That's a very nice suit, Robbie.

Thanks, Jackie.

Just what I was thinking.

Or a couple of weeks ago. But I treat
myself.

David!

You stay away from him.

I'll come with you to the hospital.

Janine, I don't think that's a very good
idea. I've already called his wife and

she's on her way.

What are his chances? Not very good.

I've had it!

I know what you've done, you bitch.
There's no call for that, Janine.

What's going on here? Who's in charge?

I am.

Elliot Moncar, I'm the club manager.

Who? What's been happening?

One of our members, David Grant, seemed
he fell in the steam room and hit his

head. With an accident.

Who found him? I did.

And it was no accident. She did it.

Sure you wouldn't rather have a nice
piece of cake? Are we, you?

I thought you were supposed to be my
pal.

And so I am, Morag.

I really don't seem to get anywhere with
it.

Look at her.

Stuffed herself like a Christmas duck in
a medical lodge.

I've seen more meat than a butcher's
pencil.

Relax, Morag. Be yourself.

There's worse things than being big.

Aye.

Like being hit over the head.

Of course, Eddie Phil.

Aye.

It's just me wishing, that's all.

Why, right.

I'm sorry, Sheila, that I snapped at you
in there.

I am, really.

I just have to be careful.

Look, I'll have it for you tomorrow, OK?

You seem to know your way around.

I've been here a couple of times as a
guest.

So is the bar nice?

My squad, Jackie.

What do you think? We're wasting our
time here, Robbie. I mean, we've not got

much to go on apart from one hysterical
accusation. But if he doesn't make it,

we could be talking murder.

Yeah.

Let's see what uniform I've come up
with, eh?

Uh -huh.

Don't think that a two -day management
conference is the best use of my time.

Come in.

Yeah, next month.

Yeah. I'll keep those dates free.

What is it, Stuart?

Is this a bad time, sir? No worse than
any other.

Only my appraisal's coming up.

And I'll get to it, OK?

Let me... Let me give you a bit of
advice, Stuart, early on in your career.

Getting on's fine, but the further you
climb the ladder, the further you get

away from the things that made you want
to do the job in the first place.

I'd best be off. You know what he's
like.

I do, Morag. More's the pity.

Alex, why do I pay you?

Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr Munker.

I just thought since you pretended to
pay me, I pretended to work. I told you,

last month was a temporary cash flow
problem.

Least of my worries.

Excuse me.

Could I have a word?

Look, I know you've got your jobs to do,
but I'm sure you can appreciate this is

all very bad for business.

I'm sure it's worse for David Granby,
wouldn't you say, Mr McCullough?

If it was an accident, the club could be
sued.

And if it turns out it wasn't... What
makes you say that?

Nothing.

It's just that...

Well, that wouldn't be very good for
business either.

Look, all I'm saying is that please do
whatever it is you have to do as quickly

as possible.

I've only been here a few months, and I
have to show head office that I can run

this place without any... problems.

Excuse me.

Nicky? Nicky?

Ladies.

Your Mr Munker seems, eh...

Very attached to Nicky Jones.

I call her the ones the way I heard it.
And that was before David Grant offered

his services.

So she was warming his slippers too?

Nicky's very generous that way.

We may need to speak to you again at
some point.

What for?

And who are you?

I'm D .F. Reid. This is the IWOF.

Sorry, you are?

Morag.

Morag.

Morag Johnson.

I haven't got all day.

No, no, of course not.

Look, Nicky, I'm not very good at this
sort of thing.

You're telling me.

It's not about that idiot, is it?

David?

No.

It's got nothing to do with David.

I'll spell it out for you, since that's
obviously what you want.

I'm not interested.

Sorry.

Okay, no, fine, well.

Morag, you gave him your maiden name.
Okay, it was stupid. I panicked.

Oh, God, look at the time. I have to go.
He's going to kill me.

No, if you kill him first.

Hello, Mike.

It's Brian Holmes here, complaints and
discipline.

Look, I'm sorry about the late call.

Yeah, fine.

Fine.

I, uh, I need to come and see you.

No.

No, it's about one of your officers.

I'm afraid it's serious.

Yeah, well, I would rather not discuss
it over the phone.

Tonight? No, I can't make it tonight.

In the morning?

Fine.

I'll be there.

The grieving widow.

He's not dead.

He will be when he wakes up.

Robbie. Well, you saw the woman at the
club.

I mean, David Grant was playing away big
time.

Maybe his wife had had enough. I mean,
she didn't look too cut up about it.

Maybe she's just in shock.

Yeah, Ross.

I'm afraid it doesn't look good. Mr
Grant sustained serious head injuries.

He's in a coma.

And before you ask, we don't know.

He could regain consciousness. He could
die.

Or he might just stay this way. Was it
an accident?

There was major trauma to the rear of
the skull. Was it an accident?

Hard to tell.

Well, can you not find out? If he dies,
we've got a murder inquiry.

If he dies, you can do a post -mortem.

As long as he doesn't die, he's my
patient and that's all I care about.

It was a pretty hard blow at an angle to
the back of the head.

Could have been an accident, I suppose.

You don't sound too sure.

That's because I'm not.

Yes, someone could have hit him over the
head.

But I don't know.

Unlike you, I don't deal in black and
white.

Mr Grant.

DS Reid, Maryhill Police Station.

Quick.

No, thank you.

I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to ask
you a few questions.

Ask away.

Do you think this was an accident?

You think someone may have attacked your
husband?

Why would someone want to do that?

I'm not a fool.

I'm his wife.

You don't have to pretend.

David promised me he'd stop seeing Nicky
Jordan six months ago after I caught

him.

He lied.

Then I found out about the other one.

Janine.

MacLeish? Wouldn't keep it in his
trousers.

In the end, there's always a price to
pay.

The doctor wasn't sure, right?

There's only one person who can tell us
for sure, Jackie.

And he might never wake up.

That would seem the worst for now, eh?

Well, take your pick.

Nicky Jones or the manager.

I'm encouraged to have a good enough
reason to dislike David Grant if what

two at the bar said was true.

What about the wife?

Well, she's not even a member.

They had guests there, though. I told
you, I went there as a guest.

Ah.

Don't buy it, Jackie. I mean, would you
sit there eating grapes like that if you

heard Mara been cheating on you?

Starving here.

No chance of you wasting away, though,
eh?

Look, I'm sorry. I couldn't get away
from the club. What's that supposed to

mean? I want my supper.

It's the only thing you're good for. The
police were there. The police were for?

It's not about you, Doogie. It's nothing
to do with you.

There was an accident at the club.

An accident? So why the police? Because
somebody thought it was deliberate.

And my name never came up. You know I
wouldn't talk about you, Doogie.

What do you want?

You asked me to come. I did?

Yeah. You told me to come and tell you
when the job was done. So, here I am.

The job is done.

Come in and have a drink, Ben.

Morag! Get us a beer.

One for me and one for Bernie here.

Night, Alan.

Taylor and Charlie against her.

Aye, looks that way.

Good night.

Mm -hmm.

Making yourself at home?

Here?

You all right?

Yeah.

Bad day, that's all.

Why?

What happened?

You know, the usual.

Sometimes I hate my job.

Anyway, let's not talk shop, eh?

Morning.

I thought someone should tidy up a bit
while it's quiet.

Anyone under the ground?

The hospital say no change.

I checked out Janine McLeish.

And? She's married.

So I thought we might have a jealous
husband.

Except he's been in Angola for the last
three months.

Works in the oil industry.

It's in Africa, sir.

Go where it is.

Right, we're working on the assumption
this was attempted murder.

Jackie, go and have another chat with
that nice Mr.

McCurt. And, eh, I'll go and see Nicky
Jones.

I'll let the boss know what we're up to,
yeah?

What am I supposed to do?

You, Stuart?

Well, when you've taken your penny off,
you can man the phones.

She was beautiful.

Is Tim here?

No. He wanted to be cremated.

I don't know how you do it, Glenna.

Carry on at the club after everything
that happened.

Carrying on is all that's left.

I've got it, Sheila.

What you wanted.

But I meant what I said.

This is the last time.

Does it have to be today?

I'm busy.

OK.

OK.

Yeah, I'll be there at 12 .30.

Yeah, come in.

Thought this might help.

You don't give up, do you?

Thanks, Heather.

Good morning, sir.

Whatever it is, Jackie can wait.

Sure.

No print, no postmark.

Hand -delivered a few days ago.

Complaints and discipline must get these
all the time.

I don't like this any more than you do.

And the many turn out to be hoaxes, hmm?

People pissed off at being put away, out
for revenge.

Some.

Look, Robbie Ross cuts a few corners.

He'd even admit that himself if he put a
gun to his head.

But this?

No way.

He knows where the line is.

You sure about that?

Yeah. Of course I'm sure.

You think I want this to be true?

Yeah, OK.

It could be a hoax, but let's face it.

Ross hasn't got an unblemished record
now, has he?

That was a long time ago. It was a
serious error of judgment accepting a

from a known villain.

Oh, come on.

It's words in a file.

It's not the same as knowing the man.

Look, I came here to inform you not to
ask your permission to investigate.

I don't need it.

Sounds as though you've already started.

I've done more than that. I wouldn't be
here otherwise.

I got this from the bank.

Ross paid in five grand last week. Five
grand cash.

What exactly is it you do, Miss Johnson?

Nicky, please.

I'm an escort.

With an agency?

Freelance.

It's perfectly legal.

Men who need to be seen with attractive
women.

Mostly it's just dinner.

Mostly?

Sometimes it's drinks or the theatre.

Janine MacLean seems convinced that you
put David Grant in hospital.

A very insecure woman who doesn't like
to share past her best.

It's very exciting having good -looking
policemen come and ask me questions, but

there's nothing in what she says.

What about you and Elliot Moncarris?

Did he pay you?

The first time, yes.

After that, he wanted something else.

More.

And David Grant, did he pay you as well?

Anna, that was pleasure, not business.

Have you been speaking to Elliot?

We will be.

I think you'll find some answers there.
The fact that I was seeing David made

him rather cross.

Jealous.

By the way, Inspector, I do like your
suit.

Maybe we should go out sometime.

Thanks, but... I don't think I could
afford

that.

I'll see myself out.

Are you Janine on here?

Oh, it's all right, I know.

No need to say anything.

David got what was coming to him.

Mrs Grant, this is the stuff from your
husband's locker.

Thanks for coming in.

Would you care to come to my office?

I'm afraid some rather indelicate
matters have come to light as a result

accident.

You mean the fact that my husband shags
anything in a skirt?

Well, I wouldn't... I'm afraid your
husband's behaviour isn't quite the sort

thing we want in this club.

You're kicking him out.

He's in a coma.

I don't think he'll be requiring any of
your services for quite some time.

Any of your services.

Oh, and by the way, my lawyers will be
in touch about what happened.

Liability, Mr. Moncar, liability.

I think the very least I'm owed after
all of this is some money, don't you?

Where's Robbie's shirt?

He's out, sir. Out where?

He's following up the health club thing
with Jackie.

Get him back here, now!

So tell me about your relationship with
Nicky Jones.

And what relationship would that be,
exactly?

Oh, I get it.

The fat slags have been moping off
again, have they?

Who? That bloody moose, Morag, and her
lardy pal, Alice.

The gossip mongers.

The worst sort.

How did you feel when Nicky started an
affair with David Grant?

I don't believe this.

You think I hit David Grant over the
head or something because I was jealous.

Were you?

Look. What happened here was an
accident.

And even if it wasn't, it has nothing to
do with me.

Whatever it is you think you have here,
D .S. Reid, you've come to the wrong

person.

This is pure bollocks.

It's over.

Someone's trying to fit me up.

Calling a lawyer, D .I. Roe.

Call my bank, sir. You think it'll help?

I don't know if I have grand in my
account.

I know.

Where did you get that?

Is that your signature?

You've no right to go digging around in
my finances.

Is that your signature?

It's a forgery.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Why would I put my bum in my current
account and then call a bank in front of

you? Do I look like I came out of
colliding a bike?

I don't know, D .I. Roth.

Maybe you're just a cool customer.

A cool customer who likes nice suits.

And now maybe you want to make it look
like someone set you up.

Why don't you tell us?

Hi, Glenna.

God,

you made me jump.

Mike.

You still here?

Listen, Mike. I told him that you knew
where the line was.

There were things I didn't tell him.

I didn't do this.

Yeah, well, it's out of my hands now.

I've got an appointment, so I'll let you
leave your ID in the desk, OK?

Go on, now.

Who's Stuart?

You knew. You must have known.

You what?

You never said anything.

About what? What's going on?

What's going on, Jackie, is that I've
been suspended.

Yeah, lover boy came to see Jordan this
morning. He thinks I'm on the take.

Now it's official.

Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't know, Rodley.

I swear.

Robbie, wait.

I thought we were friends.

I even thought I trusted you.

Is this going to take much longer?

You can stop now.

Well, can I get dressed?

Type A personality.

Classic. People usually answer my
questions.

Which is my point exactly.

Let me guess, Mr Jardine. It's Chief
Inspector.

Not in here, it's not.

Let me guess.

You get up early, you work too hard,
you're used to getting your own way, and

you're always anxious to move on to the
next thing you have to do.

So, when will you know?

Tomorrow. The blood test and the rest
should be back by then.

David Grant's still out cold, but it
turns out that his wife's car was in the

health club car park in the afternoon
that he was attacked.

Jackie?

Jackie?

What's wrong?

It's Robbie.

Robbie?

What about him?

He's been suspended.

Yeah.

What, now?

Yeah, OK.

OK, tell her five minutes.

We've got a visitor downstairs.

The health club thing.

So what's the charge?

There isn't one as yet.

Complaints and discipline think he's on
the take.

What?

To you?

No!

No, I don't.

Look, let's just drop it, yeah?

Who's this visitor?

I was hoping I could speak to that
rather nice detective I met this

Ross, that was his name.

Robbie Ross.

Well, I apologise for not being D .I.
Ross, but perhaps you could tell us why

you've come here.

You know Glenna Bennett?

She's a fitness instructor at the club.

And?

Shocking, really.

Someone in her position.

You don't know, do you?

Diet pills.

Black market stuff.

Quite spectacular results, apparently.

Unfortunately, the side effects include
heart failure. Even stroke.

So you're saying that Glenna Bennett has
been peddling diet pills illegally?

That's a serious allegation.

I've had my eye on her for a while.

Why are you telling us this?

I told you.

I just wanted to be of some help.

I'd like to help you, Mr Ross.

Really, I would.

As you can see, the payment slip bears
your signature.

£5 ,000 cash.

Our records show that it was deposited
at 12 .36pm precisely on the day in

question, which, if you recall, was the
day after we were instructed to cancel

your stolen cards.

I wore it.

Of course.

Your cards were cancelled, but there was
no reason to put a stop on your account

for other items.

Can I see your tapes, Mr Kincaid?

Tapes? Security tapes.

You do keep them?

Well, yes, we do have tapes.

Good. I need to see them.

In normal circumstances, the IROs, we
are only too happy to cooperate with the

police.

But? Well, how can I put this?

A detective, Chief Superintendent
Holmes, from Complaints and Discipline,

already been in touch on this matter.

Right.

In any case, as I explained to DCS
Holmes, the funds were not paid in at

branch. Well, where was the payment
made?

You can tell me that, Mr Kincaid.

At our West George Street branch, I
believe.

So what are we going to do about Robbie?

I don't know, Stuart.

Really, I don't.

Where did Michael go?

He never said.

Look, let's just concentrate on the job
in hand, yeah?

Yes.

You really think I'd sell dangerous diet
pills in my position?

You've got a lovely house.

What do you mean?

Nothing.

I bought it with my husband, Jim.

He died last year.

Who told you about the pills?

Oh, I'm sorry, that's confidential.

I can guess.

The more I talk.

She hates me because she's still fat.

Expects me to work miracles of some
kind.

Morag Todd?

Yes.

I thought her name was Morag Johnson.

Todd?

That's what her membership card says,
anyway.

You sure?

Of course I'm sure.

She's in my class.

Thanks for your time.

We'll be in touch.

I'll have two slices today, Alice, if
you don't mind.

Wouldn't want you to waste away.

Oh, God.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Sheila.

It's today, the anniversary.

Why don't you go and sit down and I'll
bring it over, eh?

Another vicious cupboard door.

I know, Alice, maybe.

Why did you let them do it to you?

Oh, at last. You've reported them.

See when you lock the bastard up this
time, can you not lose the key?

Something you want to tell me?

No. I don't believe this, Maureen. Shut
up, Alice.

Just shut up.

So who are you today?

Miss Johnson or Mrs Todd?

See? I told you.

You're married to Doogie Todd, aren't
you?

Anything you want to tell us now?

What's the matter?

Wasn't I paying you enough?

I told you, I don't have any more.

And just how long do you think it'll
take them to find out?

Oh, that's easy for you to say. It was
all...

Coraig Todd liked her because she was
embarrassed about her husband.

Scared's the word.

He beats him.

She must have been worried about what
might happen if she brought the police

anywhere near him.

We've got nothing to link her to David
Grant.

Or anyone else.

All we have are bits and pieces.

What were you saying about a car?

Christine Grant's car was at the club
the day he was attacked.

Uniform did a check on the place in the
car park.

His wasn't there.

Could have borrowed his wife.

Maybe.

And then there's Nicky Jones.

Well, she was obviously trying to send
us off on a different track.

So what about the pills thing?

Well, Glenna Bennett didn't deny it, in
so many words.

Something was bothering her, though.

So what's the link with David Grant?

Maybe there isn't one, Stuart.

Maybe this isn't about jealousy.

If the theory about the pills is true,
then...

Maybe it's all about money.

Michael's still not back yet.

His mobile's switched off.

It's not like him.

I'm going home, Stuart.

My head's spinning.

All right, all right.

I tried to phone you earlier.

Can I come in?

Why didn't you tell me?

Why didn't you tell me last night?

You must have known.

I couldn't, Jackie.

Why not?

You've told me other things you
shouldn't have.

This was different. You and Ross.

You're close.

Damn right we are.

I couldn't risk compromising an
investigation.

I think you'd better go.

Could you not wait until I was in my
office, at least?

Where were you yesterday?

That's none of your business.

Look, Jackie, I had no choice.

Do you really think Robbie's in the
take?

The truth?

I don't know what to think.

Michael.

Michael, this is Robbie.

Is this Robbie Ross, the good cop that I
grudgingly respect?

Robbie Ross has sailed as close to the
wind as he can get. We're talking about

taking bribes here. I know that.

Jackie, I want to believe.

And did you tell him that?

Oh, it wouldn't have hurt you, Michael.

Just for him to know that you're on his
side. I am not questioning his side.

Either did it or he didn't.

And if Robbie isn't the take, then God
help him, because I won't.

I am trying to keep the personal and the
professional separate here.

It's a lot easier said than done, isn't
it?

I think it's about time we told Stuart.

So where are they now?

At home, if you get any sense.

And how long will it take, the
investigation?

As long as it takes, Stuart.

And until it's done, you have to stay
away from them, the two of you.

Understood?

In the meantime...

The job doesn't stop for Robbie Roth.

Or anyone else, for that matter.

Hello.

Well, I'm waiting.

When? There's still no change in David
Grant's condition, sir.

Tell me something new.

You really think we should pursue this?
Uh -huh. We don't even have a body.

Yeah, we'll be right there.

Michael.

Looks like you've got your body.

Luckily, there are a few pills lying
about, so we should be able to find out

what they are.

No labels on the bottles.

I think you might find their diet pills.

Diet pills?

Diet pills!

Well, I must say, your powers of
chemical analysis are truly remarkable,

Diet pills.

I've heard of crashed diets, but well...
Whatever they were, they didn't do her

much good, did they?

And that bottle of vodka couldn't have
been much help either.

Anything suspicious?

Well, she was like this when the cleaner
found her.

My guess is that the booze and the pills
brought on a massive coronary failure.

Suicide?

I don't think so.

There was no note.

Not all suicides leave notes, Stuart.

Why not, Steve? You know me.

Keep the best to the last.

It's my belief that someone forced Lana
Bennett to take the tablets and drink

the vodka.

I think her hands and feet were tied.

There are no marks, just a slight trace
of swelling post -mortem.

Something soft, like a dressing gown
cord or elastic.

I don't know about you, but in my
experience, suicides don't often tie

themselves up beforehand, do they?

There's a bit of bruising on the wrist.

Possible sign of struggle.

Any sign of what they used to tear up
with?

No.

Took it away with them, I suppose.

So this is where they got in, then?

Hmm.

I'd say whoever did it wanted to make it
look like suicide.

I think you should come and have a look
upstairs.

Oh, how dirty we grew.

We've taken our eye off the ball here,
me included.

And as a result...

Someone's dead.

Okay, Stuart.

You and I are going to go and speak to
my car down at the club.

Jackie, I want you to bring in Christine
Grant for questioning.

I've got a feeling there's a link
between this and what happened to her

What are you waiting on?

Written invitations?

Here you are, Joey.

I'm afraid not.

And we've reason to believe that it was
murder.

God, no.

I'm sorry.

Glenna was our best instructor.

She had a very loyal following.

Mr. Moncur, I think Glenna Bennett might
have had a loyal following of a

different kind.

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

Apparently she was selling diet pills.

Glenna would never do anything like
that.

Why not?

I didn't say they were illegal, did I?

I think you'd better come to my office.

I shouldn't even be here.

What is it you want, Jackie?

Listen, I'll tell you about yesterday.

I had no right.

It's okay.

I have to ask you something.

I need to know, Robbie.

Off the record.

Oh, for God's sakes, Jackie. You of all
people, do you even have to ask?

No. The answer is no. I'm not taking
kickbacks, I'm not taking bribes, I'm

taking anything from anyone.

How could you think I was?

I don't.

I just needed to hear it from you.

Aye, well, now you have, I'm sure you've
got plenty to be getting on with.

What's going on, Robbie?

Tell me.

Me tell you?

Your boyfriend cannae see past the notes
in my file, so I'm dealing with it.

That's what's going on.

Is that a good idea?

This is my career we're talking about
here.

I spent most of last night trolling
every dive in town, talking to every

of scum that I've had dealings with.

And?

And nothing.

So far.

Well, I lifted my wallet, got my bank
details and paid five grand into my

account. But not in my branch. I'm known
there.

Someone put five thousand pounds into
your account just to make you look bad?

That's expensive.

Aye, it is.

Someone's got it in for me, Jackie.

And I'm going to find the bastard.

Yeah, all right. I knew about this.

And you just turned a blind eye.

I didn't have the heart to fire her, not
after what happened.

And what was that?

Glenna and her husband, Jim, they
started this place as a business

He died last year. She told us.

Yeah, that's right.

It was awful.

She was liable for the business tip. The
place wasn't even finished.

So you sold it to the company you worked
for at, let me guess, a knockdown

price?

No, no, no, no. That wasn't my decision
to make.

When I got here, I tried to help her.

I kept her on as an instructor.

She had her dignity.

The only way that Glenna would ever do
something like selling those pills would

be if she really needed the money.

So she was buying them?

I don't know.

Really, I don't know.

I did see someone taking some pills once
in the bar.

People take pills all the time.

She seemed upset that I'd seen her.

And this was?

Sheila. She's in the same exercise class
as David Grant.

Sheila Maitland.

She's gone!

Sorry? Christine, she's gone.

Gone where?

How should I know?

Saw her this morning in her suitcase
getting into a taxi.

Dreadful thing about husbandy.

Hello, Jackie.

What?

Right, okay.

Heather. Yeah.

I want you to put a watch notice on the
ports and airports.

The name's Christine Grant.

What's happened?

I'll drop you off at Sheila Maitland's
place.

I'm going back to Maryhill.

Sheila Maitland.

Stacey Fraser, Maryhill.

What do you want?

Sorry about this, sir.

G .I. Ross, Maryhill CID, investigating
a case of forgery.

There's a pretty big fish involved and
I'll be needing to see your tapes for

Thursday the 6th of April.

Bernie Bevan.

You wee shite.

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm sorry.

She was a good friend. She was kind to
me.

That's me.

No.

Four years ago, just before my husband
left, I was 16 stone.

I keep up there to remind me of what it
was like.

I won a prize, you know.

That's fantastic.

Getting my husband back would have been
better.

Is that your daughter?

Mm -hm.

She's very pretty.

Thanks.

Mrs Maitland.

Sheila, please.

Can I ask you something?

Glenna Bennett, did you sell your pills?

Sell?

Slimming pills, for money.

How did you know about those?

It doesn't really matter.

Did she?

No, she didn't sell them to me. She gave
them to me.

I needed them.

They were expensive. I couldn't afford
them.

She felt sorry for me.

But she was selling them to other
people.

Come on, Sheila.

It's better to tell me what you know.

I suppose it doesn't matter now that
she's gone.

She was selling them.

Glenna needed the money.

Only then it all went wrong.

How do you mean?

I don't know anything about it. You have
to believe me.

About what?

She told me about it once.

She had to pay someone. She never said
who.

Glenna was being blackmailed because of
the pills.

I'm sorry, sir, but it's very awesome.

Out.

I found out who did it. He shouldn't be
here.

The bank security tapes. There's a small
timer on them called Bernie Bevan.

Forgery. Cons. He's a minnow, but he's
in the queue a couple of minutes before

the money's paid into my account.

Did you have the tape?

No, the bank manager wouldn't let me
have it.

Didn't think to look at the tapes, did
you, sir?

That wouldn't have made any difference
if you had.

Bernie Bevan doesn't operate in the
borders or wherever planet you're from.

He operates on my patch.

I know him.

You're suspended, D .I. Ross.

You've no business investigating this or
anything else for that matter.

Sir, my wallet gets stolen. Then Bernie
Bevan tells us... I don't think you

heard me.

You know, at least check it out. Last
time I heard her standing in a bank

wasn't a crime.

Robbie, go home.

There's nothing you can do here.

Just go home and wait.

Oh, and, uh, this time...

So, it seems you were right.

Diet pills.

The Federal Drugs Administration in the
States banned these two years ago.

And they're not licensed here, so
importing and selling them is illegal.

How do they work?

They attack the central nervous system,
a bit like amphetamines.

There's another class of drugs called
anorectics. As in anorexic?

Yes. Same root, Greek.

Orexes, longing.

Anyway, that's what killed her. That and
the vodka.

Massive coronary, as I thought.

What, with the marks on her wrists and
her ankles?

Ah, yes.

There were no trace of any fibre, so
we're looking for something elastic or

similar.

Let's narrow that down, then.

Well at least we've got a motive.

Whoever was blackmailing her must have
been scared to come to us.

Hey, lad.

You ever seen Bernie Bevan about?

No. No?

Yeah,

right.

It's for you.

Who is it? Head office.

Something about a letter from Christine
Grant's solicitors.

Tell him I'm not here.

He told me to tell you that he's no via.

Hello?

Hello?

Summer Solstice racing clear of Lucy
Dream with Fantasy Man closing fast but

he's left his lap a little too late
today. At the fourth, Summer Solstice by

half a length from Lucy Dream. Fantasy
Man is third. The time of the race, 2

minutes 32.

A great result for Jockey Freddie Reid
in his first life back after a terrible

fall at Nair. The doll for Summer
Solstice.

Not your lucky day, Bernie. You're
hurting me. I'm hurting you.

I've not even started yet.

All right, all right. I'll still get
water.

And a bang.

It wasn't for me, Mr Ross. It wasn't for
them.

Your choice, Bernie boy.

Whoever it was can put you in hospital
later for telling me. I'll have to call

an ambulance for you right now.

Diggy. Diggy Todd.

I don't know what to say.

That should help.

A squirt under your tongue if you're
feeling under pressure.

I don't drink.

I don't smoke.

I wouldn't start now. Not in your
position.

Not unless you want to make things very
much worse than they already are.

You're a policeman.

Surely you already know that life isn't
fair.

I want to talk to you. Aye, but I don't
want to talk to you.

I'll be seeing you until this thing
runs.

Do you get it?

Are you following me?

I had to see you.

Why?

Am I under investigation now?

Jackie, wait.

I don't think I have anything to say to
you.

I wish I could have told you. I'm sorry.

But you didn't.

No.

I don't want to see Robbie destroyed.

He's a good cop.

It's as simple as that.

Is it?

From where I'm standing, yes.

He gave me his word.

It's good enough for me.

You've seen him?

Of course I've seen him.

He's a friend.

Jackie, you can't do that.

Don't ever tell me what I can and can't
do.

Not ever.

You're just making things more
difficult.

That's what happens when you have to
make a choice, Brian.

And what if it's the wrong choice?

And I'll live with it.

If I were you, Brian, I wouldn't let
jealousy compromise an investigation.

You listen to me.

I want to speak to Detective Inspector
Ross.

We have a special relationship.

And unlike you, he is a man of
considerable charm.

I appreciate the flattery as much as
anyone, but I'm afraid D .I. Ross is

unavailable for the time being.

About here, Dee?

I shall be speaking to Robbie about
this.

Robbie, is it there?

Oh, it's much more than first -name
terms.

Though I don't expect he's told you.

Then again, why would he?

Team 15 Grant was booked on a flight to
Paris before we got the watch out.

Since then, no trace.

Uniformed forensics have been down at
the Grant's house.

Nothing so far.

Have you contacted Interpol yet?

No, not yet.

Morning, sir.

Are

you

all right, sir? Yeah, yeah, I'm fine,
sir.

Morning. Is it?

Thought you'd like to know.

Uniform found days at Glenna Bennett's
house.

Bank statements.

Some big cash withdrawals.

Almost six grand within three months.

We're assuming the blackmailer's
Christine Grant, yeah?

Glenna Bennett thought she might go to
the police.

So why do we think Christine Grant had
anything to do with this?

Her husband's in a coma, Stuart.

And she left the country the morning
after Glenna Bennett was murdered.

That doesn't strike you suspicious?

Maybe she had a motive for putting her
husband in a coma.

And we don't have anything that links
her to Glenna Bennett.

I still think we could be looking at two
separate cases.

As if David Grant's the case at all.

It could have just been an accident.

And Sheila Maitland, she told me that
she didn't pay for the pills.

Those things cost a lot of money.

Why would you get them for free?

You think Sheila Maitland might be the
blackmailer? Is it possible?

Except she's the one that gave us the
blackmail lead.

She doesn't seem like the type.

They never do, do they?

OK, go and fetch your suit.

Right. Oh,

I almost forgot.

Her visitor's back.

I'm beginning to think she's got serious
problems.

I mean, it's obvious, isn't it?

Someone must put acid or bleach or
something to me shampoo bottle at the

Did you bring the bottle with you?

No, I threw it away.

Pity. That's evidence.

Do you have any idea who would have
wanted to do that?

If I knew, I'd have told you by now.

Did you know that Glenna Bennett was
dead?

Yeah, I know.

And he told us.

Very sad.

Did you ever buy slimming pills from
her?

Don't be ridiculous.

I'm a size ten.

You told us about the pills, if you
remember.

Just pleased it can have been of some
help.

Miss Jones, did you know that Glenna was
being blackmailed?

You don't think it was me, do you?

Did we say that?

Well, it wouldn't have been very bright
of me to tell you about the pills in the

first place if I'd been blackmailing
her, now would it?

I suppose you think I did this to myself
as well just for fun, do you?

Sister, thanks again for helping the
police.

Come in.

We've found him.

I'll leave you to finish up here,
Jackie.

I think we're finished.

Don't you?

Have you seen her?

I wouldn't have thought Sheila was your
type.

She's not.

This is police business.

And she's not at home, you said?

That's right.

That's just why I thought she might be
here.

Is she in trouble?

I don't know.

This might be if I can't find her.

Look, I'm trying to help. There is one
place.

She might be at the cemetery.

Her daughter.

She died last year.

What did she die of?

Anorexia.

Mr Bevan.

I believe you've been causing trouble
for one of my detectives.

I've nothing to say to you.

I didn't have anything to say to your
man, Ross.

Didn't stop him near killing me, though,
did it?

Are you saying D .I. Ross physically
attacked you? No, he bought me a lovely

bunch of flowers. What do you think?

Do you want to make a formal complaint?

Not good with that, Dave.

Police always look after their own.

Every kid round here knows that.

She wasn't at the cemetery, either.

The boss isn't going to be pleased when
he finds out another suspect's done a

runner.

A woman whose daughter died of anorexia
wouldn't have much time for someone who

was selling things with diet pills,
would she?

I just don't buy it, Jackie.

Blackmail, maybe.

But not murder.

Not Sheila Maitland.

Why would she lie to you about her
daughter?

She didn't lie.

She just didn't tell me.

Look, I'm going to go round and check
her house in the cemetery again.

Is Christine Grant really the best we
have?

There's an extra piece somewhere.

Blackmail.

Wasn't that something that Doogie Todd
gets sent down for?

Morag Todd's husband.

I thought we agreed.

Agreed what, Stuart?

Don't let me interrupt you.

Well, look, it's a long shot, but does
that remember Doogie Todd did some time

for blackmail amongst other things?

So? So, it could be that he's involved
in this somehow with his wife.

I mean, maybe she knew about the pills
at the club, told him, and he saw a

chance to make some money.

Could be the piece of the puzzle that's
missing.

That looks painful.

Not really.

She gets used to it.

Alice, I take it you want to see Doogie?

Who is it, woman?

Well, you'd better come through then.

Still selling dodgy sportswear, eh? That
was years ago.

Too gay.

You're just picking on me because you've
got nothing better to do.

I've got nothing to do with that club.

It's full of a bunch of Jeffreys all
prancing about in their Weberites they

wear. Your wife seems to enjoy it, Mr
Todd. My wife? What the hell's my wife

to do with you?

Where were you last night, Mr Todd?
That's none of your business.

Glenna Bennett was found dead earlier.

You'd better go.

Are you sure?

Aye.

Once they've gone, I've got it. There's
nothing you can do.

You can.

You could leave him.

Stay with me.

Just how long do you think it would take
him to find me, Ella?

Go on, just go now.

Morak! Morak! Where's the stupid clown?

We've been looking for you.

How's that, my sister?

She said I should come to you, but I
wanted to come here first.

It's awful.

What is?

I got this letter.

From Glenna.

Doesn't get us any further forward,
though, does it?

Oh, I don't know. Doogie Todd is a
violent man.

He's also a convicted blackmailer.

Do, uh...

Do you know where Robbie is, Jackie?

No.

Maybe he's gone away for a few days.

Jackie.

He's in it even deeper now.

I'm trying to help him, but it seems
he's beaten up some small -timer. He

he's put the money in his account.

Our, uh...

You still close to Brian Holmes?

What's that got to do with it?

I'm just saying.

It must be difficult for you.

Yeah, well, I have had easier times.

So why did she write to you?

She felt sorry for me.

For what happened with my daughter.

Lena's husband died the week before,
Jenny.

Your daughter?

She was taking the pills?

No. I was taking the pills.

I was always putting pressure on Jenny.

Don't eat too much. Don't get fat. Don't
end up like me.

Even after I lost all that weight.

When she died, I still couldn't stop it.
The stupid obsession.

I haven't been taking the pills for
long.

And Glenna gave them to you? She didn't
want me to have them.

I kept pushing her.

In the end, she gave in. Just a few
boxes.

But she wouldn't let me pay for them.
And she made me promise that I'd get

Whatever made her want to sell them in
the first place?

When Jim died, she owed a lot of money.

They had debts.

But she felt guilty, you know.

And she worried about the blackmail,
like it says in the letter.

After Hugh found out things, it was all
too much for her.

She just... Excuse me.

Is Hugh Stuart?

Stuart?

Oh,

Stuart. What's all this about?

I am rather busy if it happens.

Leonard Bennett's suicide note.

But it wasn't suicide.

Do you think you could have been wrong?

Wrong?

Well, it's a small chance, I suppose.

But there were the marks and the
bruising.

The whole thing was fishy because of the
pills.

She could have got the bruises from a
fall.

But what caused the marks on her wrists
and ankles?

You said elastic.

Do you think it could have been her
clothes, maybe?

Well, it's possible, I suppose.

We'll get someone from uniform to go
round and check our wardrobe for you.

if anything fits the bill.

Thanks.

Oh, yes.

Please do your mum enough with me!

I'll tear your navel off!

You bloody cunt! You brought a post in
him, I swear!

I've got nothing to say to you.

Besides, I hear you've been suspended.

Aye, that's right. Might as well be hung
for a sheep as a lamb, eh? You know

what I want.

That's right.

This is just for me.

I did yours for you.

Prison leaves a smell you can't wash
away.

Five grand!

Worth every penny.

I'll prove it.

So,

it was suicide?

Yes, sir.

Looks like we found our blackmailer.
It's all in the letter.

Yeah, well, we can start that with...

That was good work. Well done.

I'm not in the mood.

No sign of the wife?

Uniformed right looking.

What about her friend from the club?

Alice? She'll probably know where Morag
is.

That's good, Jackie.

See, you never saw Morag.

There's no Morag you want.

There's D .I. Ross.

What do you mean?

He was here.

Did you know Ross put Doogie away?

Twice. Before his Mary Hill days.

Ross thought Doogie had fitted him up
for something.

And look what's happened.

When? When were you here?

About ten.

I was walking up the road and there he
was. Heading for Doogie's.

Facelifted. Oh, I stayed out of the way
till after he left.

That's when I found Doogie. So why did
it take so long before you called us?

Oh, come on. I knew I would get more
grief for you.

I had enough of that for Ross.

Look, your man's gone completely over
the edge. I've seen it myself.

You're lying, bastard Bevan. This is a
set -up, and you're involved.

We'll settle this down at the station. I
know my rights to the station. I'm not

going to the police station. There's
still a lot of questions needing

No, by me.

You've no right to hold me or charge me.

I'm just doing my duty, reporting a
crime.

Don't worry, Bernie.

When we find a reason, we'll make it
stick.

Believe me.

I'll see where he goes.

Where are you going, Michael?

What do you think, Jackie?

No choice.

I'm coming with you. No.

You go and get Ali.

Look, if Ross has got more of him, you
need a female... I said no!

You're too emotionally involved in this.
We all are.

This job has to be mine.

He did a runner, Jackie.

I lost him.

Yeah, I'll get uniform round to check
his flat.

But he won't be there.

Any luck with Alice?

None.

Went to her house and Morag wasn't
there.

Yep, she says she's no idea where she
might be.

Look, I'll, eh... I'll speak to you
later.

Did you see Doogie Todd last night?

I shouldn't be here.

Did you see Doogie Todd last night?

Yes, I did.

When?

About 9 .30.

Why did you go and see him? Because you
went in your job properly.

So you thought you'd finish the job for
me, eh?

Thought you'd do it properly?

Doogie told me.

He admitted it.

Well, you would say that, wouldn't you?

Now that he's not around to confirm your
side of the story.

You've already beaten someone up, and
now the person you claim was trying to

frame you is dead.

Insane isn't the right word.

Convenient is what I had in mind.

We have to get Warwick.

It's Bernie Bevan. He's the one who
knows what's really going on here.

Well, he's not gone home.

Yeah, but where else can he be?

Michael?

I've got the assistant chief constable
waiting in my office.

About Robbie?

No, no. The social cop.

Oh, for God's sake, you don't really
believe that he killed Doogie Todd?

I don't know what to believe.

I just want to know the truth, one way
or the other.

Sir, Doogie Todd's got a perfect motive
for setting up Robbie.

Making it look like he would take him
bribed. Which is as good a reason for

murder as any.

Nothing on Morag Todd? No.

And Bernie Bevan's disappeared.

Well, we'd better find something. And
soon.

Now, give it a rest, will you?

A rest?

I don't think so.

They found your prints in the hall.

I told you.

I was there, but I didn't kill him!

You're the worst kind, Ross.

You've forgotten what this job means.

Even if you manage to wriggle out of
this one, mud sticks.

You know that, don't you?

Well, there's plenty here on Bevan, but
that still doesn't tell us where he is.

Robbie might know.

He probably knows the place that he
goes.

Somehow, I don't think you're going to
get the chance to speak to Robbie.

Wait here.

Need to take a leak.

What are you going to do?

Hold it for me?

Can't be too careful.

Robbie, not now, Fraser.

We have to find Barry Beavis.

Did you not hear me?

I heard you, sir.

I think he might know where Morag is.

I'm not making myself clear.

This is a murder suspect and a colleague
of yours. No questions.

Have you tried a lock -up? No. Where is
it?

I'm sorry about this, then.

I can't have you talking to the police.

Not until after we've taken care of D
.I. Ross for poor Doogie.

God rest his soul.

I think that's up to us.

Don't you?

You bitch!

My hand, Bernie!

I think you've found a reason.

This one will stick.

Right. I think there's something you
need to tell us.

I thought he was going to kill me. Don't
be a stupid woman. It was just not you.

I thought Dukey was going to kill me.

I pushed him away and he fell back.

Didn't he mean that?

I just wanted him to leave me alone.

How long have you got to live like this?

A week?

A month?

You never were the brightest, were you,
Bernie?

Well, I hate to admit mistakes, but...

It was found in a laundry basket.

I suppose it just goes to show things
aren't always how they seem.

Yes, I thought you'd be pleased.

Stephen?

I'll be on my way then.

Yeah, sure.

Where's Robbie?

I don't know.

Is he in the clear?

Yeah. Yeah, he is.

Ernie Bevan told us everything.

Wallet, a lot.

Now all we have to do is pick up the
pieces.

Michael.

Look, I know it's none of my business,
but... Well, you haven't exactly been

yourself this week.

You mean I've been short with people?

More than usual?

Well, me too.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

And so will you be, Jackie.

You did a good job.

Well, I don't know about that.

I mean, we were thinking it was murder
and one turned out to be suicide and the

other self -defence.

Well... Can't see any court jailing
Morag Todd for culpable homicide.

Not after what she's been through.

Oh, er... I nearly forgot.

We've got some business down at that
health club.

See you then, Alice.

Right.

Thanks for the generous tip.

Give me a large whisky.

Bit early in the day, isn't it?

Just give us a drink, Alice.

It's the last time you'll have to tell
me.

You firing me?

You, Alice.

God, no. I need a very large cannon to
fire you.

I'm leaving.

I faxed my resignation to head office
ten minutes ago.

You found her? Is she all right?

That's not why we're here.

Can you open the case, please?

I've been a busy boy.

Looks like there's a lot more than
Glenna Bennett's 6 ,000 in there.

How much have you been fleecing the club
for?

How did you know?

A letter.

From a dead woman.

I did it for Nicky, you know.

I wanted to give her things.

Blondes are supposed to have more fun,
right?

Well, she certainly believed it.

Michael? Yeah.

I'll see you back at the station.

There's someone I need to see.

Christine.

Hello, David.

Thank God you're here.

I'm sorry.

I got here as quickly as I could.

When did he wake up?

About an hour ago.

I tried calling the house, but there was
no answer.

Where's his wife?

Will you be seeing her? I doubt it
somehow.

Doctor? Yeah?

There was something else. I was just
wondering. There's a medication called

glycerol trinitrate.

A spray.

Do you know what it's used for? It's a
treatment for angina.

Heart trouble?

Is it serious?

Depends. That stage?

Actually not, if you take care of
yourself.

Can you hands off me? What's going on?
You're in a hospital.

Christine Grant, I'm arresting you on
suspicion of attempt... On suspicion of

what exactly?

What the hell's going on?

On suspicion of visiting my husband in
the hospital.

How did you get back into the country?

I never left the country.

I bought the ticket to get you idiots
off my back.

I just needed some peace to think.

Would somebody please tell me what the
bloody hell is going on here?

Mr Grant, we've reason to believe that
your wife attacked you at the health

club.

Attacked?

Me? Do you remember anything about what
happened?

I slipped on the damned floor.

Sorry? Oh, for God's sake, I slipped.

Banged my head when I fell. That's why
I'm here.

What is this? A madhouse?

But her car was at the club on the day.
Only because I drove it there.

Mine wouldn't start.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

It wasn't worth the effort in the first
place.

I was going to tell you before I was so
rudely interrupted.

This is from my lawyer.

You'll find that I've taken half the
money from the account.

In my view, rather less than I deserve.

Goodbye, David.

Do you know what you mean?

Yeah, but the weirdest of them all was
Nicky Jones.

What a bunny boiler she was.

She's a real thing for you.

Strange, that.

Did you bring her in?

Oh, no, it wasn't worth the bother. She
was just after attention.

So what did he say?

Who?

Michael.

Oh, right, well, I'm just trying to keep
out of his way. As much for a hip break

as mine.

Uh, Jackie, I've been, um...

What?

I want to say thank you.

What for?

You know what for.

So, what about you and Sherlock?

Brian.

His name's Brian.

I don't know, Robbie, I really don't.

I heard you.

I mean, I may not have any reason to
like him, but I've seen you two together

before all of this, and...

He'd be mad to throw it all away now.

What about what he did?

Hark the man out of point. He's just
doing his job.

I mean, you're just angry because he
didn't tell you first.

I can't believe I'm hearing that,
especially from you.

Jackie, you can't let this job get to
you. It's not your life.

Not another.

Yes, I'm done.

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