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Have you seen my strapless bra?

Have you checked your bag?

Have you seen it? That's what you're
doing.

Sorry, but I can't find it.

You probably left it in that guy's car.

Who's that, then?

My daddy.

Do you want a coffee, Jimmy?

Oh, yes, sure.

What?

What?

I've managed to get them to the
director's room after the match.

Good.

both the golden gentlemen thank

you

thank

you

Right,

no playing.

Let's pick ourselves up and get on with
it.

You're going to be down, I know that.
It's football.

Right?

Now, what we've got to do is pick
ourselves up and take each game as it

Now, have a bath and I'll catch you all
later, all right?

I saw you a little in the other day.

Right little cracker.

Any sign of you and Alice?

We'll give it time, son.

Alan, you need to see the directors.

They're muttering.

60 feet in a row and relegation staring
us in the face.

The directors are expecting you.

It's traditional.

Well, I'm not.

Yeah, I think they're getting the gist
of that.

Look, Alan, they don't know you properly
yet. They just see change and ambition

and it makes them nervous.

Morris, you're right.

Let's keep them on fire, eh?

Come on.

Take the knife off that. Get out of it.

Oh, do you want to go to the game now?

Hey, man.

What? Peace, I need it. I'll take a cab.

It's my monitor.

What if it's taxpayer business?

How long are you going to be?

Until the director's a two -pitch, the
note is I'm gone.

Of course, we had a great fight in the
50s.

That's one of the trophies we won then.

They're the two badges. I think they're
from the 40s. Now, the 40s side wasn't

bad, but...

Never had anyone from outside the city.
Thanks.

Looks like I'm driving. Thank you.

Managers, everyone was from Glasgow.

I mean, it's funny. It's a funny
business, but there's no substitute for

experience. I mean, too much change too
quickly, no good for anyone.

And all these foreign players with their
big wages and their small brains.

I mean, they'd be as well playing for...
Sir Archie Drummond.

Top orthopaedic surgeon.

Keep an eye on it.

Lifelong devotee of the club.

Periodically big shareholder.

Don't get me wrong there, but we could
be mid -table.

Watchers in the club.

Hi,

John.

Archie.

Crystal, you all right?

All right.

I'm in, look.

Really enjoying it.

A

dead

referee.

As much good now as when he was alive.

Nothing I can do. Heart attack,
probably.

Better call the police.

I'll get that stupid card out of his
hand.

Would you mind leaving the body where it
is, please?

Who the hell are you?

I'm DS Reid.

May they hold the ID?

Detective Chief Superintendent Holmes,
Lothian and Borders.

Right, well, I'll be in my office if you
need me.

Oh, he's awful at decisions, Mickey.

Right, so we're up for it then.

Right. All the way.

Anything that keeps McAvoy out your
niches.

Barbed wire.

What club are they going to?

I don't know. I didn't hear that, but...
She's raging.

Aye.

I thought it was your day off.

So did I.

Are Jackie instructing you in the
beautiful game, is she? Yeah, well, it

certainly wasn't beautiful today.

I thought she was dragging you around
the kitchen shops.

Oh, very funny.

Who called it in?

One of the staff.

We were actually just having a drink at
the time, in the director's room.

Oh.

When he came in and told Hamilton, the
MD.

Right, we need a cause of death.

He called Stephen? Yeah, he's on his
way.

Well, now the cavalry have arrived, I
think we'll leave you to it.

Must have been a bad game.

Why? Sent himself off.

Poor Raleigh.

Does he have any families? Who would be
in touch with him?

That's being taken care of.

We've got more important matters to
discuss.

I think you know what I'm talking about.

I was prepared to give you the benefit
of the doubt when you took over from

father. But you're out of control.

I've had enough.

I let it go last season.

But when you brought in that pantomime
manager, you went too far.

I'm not going to let you ruin the club.

I know change is difficult sometimes for
the more traditional of our supporters,

Archie, but stick with it.

Give me time. Be careful, Alan. Be very
careful.

Look, Archie, I was being dragged down
these terraces before I could walk.

I could recite obscene chants before I
learned nursery rhymes.

I grew up with this club, and I'm going
to use my dad's prayers to turn it into

one of the best in Europe.

But I don't think you've got any idea
how to do that.

And I think you'll find the majority of
the board members are with me.

Look, see there?

Alice Driscoll lives there.

She's split from Billy now. You know,
that's life's best side.

She's got a dishwasher and everything.

He earned loads till he got injured.

Didn't he put his money away?

No. He lost it. Business deal or
something.

Look, even you get your man, make sure
he puts some of his dosh in your

Aye, dear.

How is she still living there?

Drummond's trying to organise an
emergency shareholders meeting.

They want you out.

They don't have the balls. It doesn't
matter if they have or not. We don't

a scrutiny, not now.

Calm down.

I'm sorry, Alan, but things are getting
out of control.

Since you took over, our wages bill has
gone up by 86%. We don't have the gate

receipts to cover that.

We will have.

Not if we keep losing.

A boardroom challenge, a look at the
books could finish us off. So I'm in

serious. This man has two passions in
life, this club and his vintage cars.

You mess with either of those, he can
get very dangerous.

Look.

When I took over, I shared my vision
with you and you were all in favour. So

you now telling me it was just the
salary increase and the bonus incentive

scheme?

Stick with it, Maurice.

I know things look dodgy at the moment,
but they will get better.

Fuck me.

Seems straightforward enough.

Except for the red car.

Yeah, you stick around, see what you can
find out. I'll get Steve with the port

moving.

So how am I going to get home, sir?

By the bus.

You're Billy Driscoll?

Aye, I know that.

I used to watch you play.

Aye, right.

Here.

So what do you do now?

Assistant groundsman.

Oh.

Sorry, I'm DC Fraser, Maryhill's PID.

It's about Mr Rowley.

Aye.

Tragic. You found the body?

Yeah. How was it?

Dead. I mean, in what position?

What did it look like?

Like it does now.

With the red card?

Uh -huh.

Who'd want to do something like that?

About 95 % of the home support.

Who else has got access to the ref's
room?

Well, it's not off limits.

Duff, Boyle, anybody.

Hello,

darling. I've sent Goran to the physio.
He's taking a knock on his knee.

His knee, knee. He banged his knee. Ah,
knee. That's right, darling. So I

thought I'd pop round and put you at
your ease in case you was worried like.

I know your English is not too bright,
so I just wanted to make sure you

understood.

Comprende?

I come in, explain, you.

I had that last night.

Walter, I do not have time on a Saturday
to make another meal.

Any bread?

It's all right. Come on.

It's OK.

Look at this day on me. I must be going
daft.

No.

No, it must be a shock.

Raleigh's death.

OK.

That's great.

Thanks a lot.

Bye.

So do you want to know what Dr Andrews
had to say about the referee?

Can't wait.

No obvious signs of foul play.

Is that a joke?

Probable heart attack.

Right.

You don't seem surprised.

I'm not.

Why's that, sir?

Didn't see any sign of blood and gut,
did you?

No.

What about the body?

In that position?

I think you'll find that's almost the
idea of a joke, Stuart.

Bit of a grim sense of humour.

Aye, well, that's what you need at
Strathclyde FC these days.

What about Jardine? Tomorrow.

Hell of a thing, eh?

Rowley.

Yeah. Yeah, younger than me, too.

Mind you, I always could outlast him in
most things.

Most things?

You'll send a card, eh?

Yeah, but you're a friend.

Yeah, but you know the words and that.
You can say those sort of things. I

can't. I'm no good at words. Better
coming from you.

He won't.

Aye. Aye. Show him some respect.

He brought you into the game.

Ah, look where it got me, eh? Because
you wouldn't listen to anyone.

You could have gone right to the top.
Right there, sonny boy.

International by now.

I mean, what am I, a brush salesman? I
know football, laddie. You're chief

and occasional youth team coach for
Strathclyde FC, Dad. As opposed to

who walks around the ground cutting the
grass.

How do you think your mother feels, eh?

Waitress on every Saturday afternoon.

She cleans for Hamilton.

She cleans for McAvoy. What sort of life
is that?

It's the one you've given her. That's
enough of your lip.

You could have provided for her, given
her a bit of decency. Oh, so it's my

fault I got injured, eh?

It's my fault I can't play any more.

Do you think I want to live on
painkillers for the rest of my life?

I'm going out. Where?

Where are you going? I don't know.

Maybe somewhere where it doesn't hurt so
much, eh?

How do you know?

I did want to go to the test. You know,
the change of colour.

Who did it then?

I don't know.

Well, you must have some idea who it
could have been.

Dougie.

Salvatore.

Jean -Pierre.

So, midfield?

No. They play a 4 -4 -2 system now.

So isn't Mickey then?

No. Well, that's all right.

So what are you going to do?

I don't know.

Ring Jimmy.

Jimmy? Like a boy.

He's the one who'll sort you out.

And we'll get you to the doctor
tomorrow.

He'll be all right.

What were you going to do?

He shot and was gone.

What we used to do.

What do you want?

I don't want you to go back to Alice.

How many times?

I've got nothing to offer her, Mum.

Can you at least talk to her?

Come on, Billy, you can't go on staying
at home with me and your dad. You're a

grown man with a wife and child.

No.

Yeah, I was going to tell you.

What? I'm leaving.

What do you mean, leaving? Leaving for
where?

I don't know.

Canada?

Australia?

Australia.

Australia what?

It'll be a fresh start.

Your wife and your child are here.

Yes, I know that.

I know that. I've been looked after by
Jimmy McAvoy.

He pays the mortgage, he pays the bills.

Does that make me feel like a grown man?

Every time I look around, Mum, I just
feel like a joke.

I can't take that anymore. I should be
playing on that pitch, not mowing it.

I'm not ungrateful to Jimmy.

I owe him a lot.

I'm a big boy now, eh?

But not so big it doesn't hurt.

And I need to get away, just somewhere
far, far away.

There's no ghost left surrounding me.

See you off the grass in future.

Matthew's anywhere.

No mention of the dead ref either.

He died with his boots on.

Doing what he loved best.

Wanted to see me, boss.

Yeah, come in.

It's got to be pulled around to me.

Yeah, well, six games, no win.

Same relegation in the state. Not why I
brought you here.

I know that, boss. I'm fully expecting
to turn around. Then make it happen.

that my neck's on the line here as well
if you're directly getting edgy.

Well, have you worried about this
Therartic either?

What do you mean?

Well, Murray was telling me that he was
giving you grief, so I had a word with

him. Manta Pratt.

You know, well, I had to go and see him
about some other business as well, you

know, personal life. I deal with the
corporate business. You just manage the

team, Jimmy. Leave the Therartics of
this world to me.

All right?

Yeah, sure, sure. Good.

People warned me about you, Jimmy.

All fur coat and no knickers, they said.

I took a risk with you. Please don't let
me down.

Yes, but it was a pretty grim way to go.

Death was not instantaneous.

And he would have been conscious the
whole time it was being crushed.

You sure it was an accident?

Pretty sure.

The first police to get here thought it
was.

Understandable. They want to know his
legs had been broken before they were

crushed.

Nasty. Very nasty.

I'd say he was run over.

Both the fib and tib were uniformly
crushed.

The deceased is Sir Archie Drummond.

Sir Archie?

Do you know him?

Well, I met him yesterday at the match.

He's a good friend of Stephen's,
orthopaedic surgeon.

Was he any good?

Oh, yes, very highly thought of.

Does a lot of... Did a lot of innovative
work, mostly in the private sector.

He's found by that young lady over
there.

Go and interview her, Jackie.

Oh, this might be of interest.

You can't be serious.

I didn't tell him anything.

A man revolting.

I did see him hovering around outside
your door.

Maybe he overheard you and Sir Archie
arguing.

I don't care if you thought it was low
priority.

I still want to be informed.

It was your day off yesterday, sir.

So when were you planning on telling me?

Well, when I got Andrew's report
confirming the MA.

I mean, there didn't appear to be
anything suspicious.

So you think most dead referees lay
themselves out like that, eh?

Who reported it?

Who found the body?

The assistant groundsman, Billy
Driscoll.

I do not expect to come back from a day
off and be greeted by tales of the

unexpected. Yes, sir.

Go and help Jackie.

And you.

You bring me up to date before we get to
scenes of crimes.

Not after.

Yes, sir.

Sorry, let me just check.

You came to see Sir Archie, who's an
orthopaedic consultant.

Is he?

Oh, I don't know.

What, that knees and stuff?

Yeah.

But you came to see him for a
termination?

Yeah.

He sort of sorts us out, you know, if we
have problems.

With the lads.

What lads?

On the team.

But it's only first team mind.

If it's one of the reserves, then you
have to sort it out yourself.

Um, Jimmy sets it up.

Jimmy?

Like a buddy.

You don't have to pay or nothing.

It's on the club.

What he says is...

He didn't want his players having their
mind off the ball.

It's their private health.

So, you went to see Jimmy? No, I rung
him.

He told me to come here and then I found
him.

What am I going to do now?

About that, you know.

Should I go and see Jimmy? No.

You can leave Jimmy to us.

Laurie! Laurie!

I was just coming to find you.

How are you, son? Fine.

Good game Saturday.

Shame about the result, though.

It happens.

Yeah, of course it does, of course it
does.

Mind you, any later than that would be
nothing palpitations, you know what I

mean?

This is from our friend in Hong Kong.

Any time.

So I'll be wanting a clean sheet for a
while. Do you think you can handle that?

Easy. You'll have to.

I can hire useless goalies and I don't
have to pay him to lose.

So I want good results from now on.

You understand?

Australia? That's what he says.

I can't talk to him. You'll need to do
something.

It's too late for that now.

He decided when he left me.

Alice, he didn't know whether he was
coming or going.

Do you love him?

Yes. Then do something.

Yes. 40 grand is worth five times that
much.

He will be hairy as soon as he signs for
me.

What is he at the moment, eh?

Another promising kid turning out to
become low -life, low -league, semi -pro

club?

You're not interested.

You make me sick.

That lad's going to be earning millions
for you, and you've taken advantage.

You know your trouble, Harry.

You're confusing sport with business
now. Have we got a deal or what?

Good.

Here's a conference.

Sign on the docket.

50 grand it says here. That's 10 grand
for you, then. Harry, I realise we both

have expenses.

Two for you, eight for me.

My expenses are more than yours.

Be the pleasure doing business with you,
Harry.

You got any more promising boys?

You know where to bring them.

You Billy Driscoll?

Yeah. You're the one that found Bernard
Rowley's body.

Ah.

Why did you put the red card on it?

I didn't.

You've got it here.

Take your fingerprints.

They'll match those on the card.

Look, it was a joke.

Do you realise that you could have saved
his life?

If you'd called the paramedics instead
of playing games, he could still be

alive.

Do you know Sir Archibald Drummond,
Billy?

Yeah.

How?

He was supposed to be a surgeon.

Was he supposed to be?

I had knee problems.

Cruciate ligament.

Was it Sir Archie who operated on you?

It was Sir Archie who ruined my career.

So you didn't have a high opinion of
him, then?

There's no reason why I should.

Not if, as you say, he ruined your
career, eh?

You see, my colleague here was right and
wrong, Billy.

Right that your prints probably appear
on the red card, but wrong it was that

one. That one was found on top of Sir
Archibald Drummond's body this morning.

He's dead, Bordy.

What 50 grand?

McAvoy told me you'd authorised 50 ,000
by signing on fee for a lad from King

Ducey Rangers.

King Ducey? Who the hell are they?

Non -league.

I don't believe him.

Well, that's the point, Alan, isn't it?
I mean, how am I supposed to keep track

of things when you're telling me to keep
this informer and that out of the way?

I still can't look Billy Driscoll in the
face.

350 ,000.

He knew the risk of investment.

Not yours, he didn't.

He's a footballer.

He relied on me to advise him.

I'm more interested in why he gave
McAvoy 50 grand.

He must know.

He said you knew all about it, so he
must know all about your private

development accounts.

Robbie.

I've told Jimmy.

He won't be long. He's in the jacuzzi.

Jacuzzi? That's nice.

Yeah, it is.

I told Jimmy I wouldn't move up here
with him unless he put one in.

How long have you stayed here?

Two years, come October.

Cos I'm not from round here.

Er, we can wait for you here, dresser.

Oh, that's all right.

She'll only rip a mop after you're gone.

Oh, stop it.

What can I do for you?

One of my lads been up to mischief?

Do you know a Miss Dolores Campbell?

Right, that's it.

You can forget that. It was not rape.

Whatever she did, she did as a full
consensual partner. She hasn't made an

allegation?

Oh.

Oh, well, only do you know.

Best way to blag a footballer or ten
grand from the local tabloids.

She came to you with a problem.

She got jacked up, yeah?

And you sent her to see Sir Archie
Drummond?

Did I?

I don't understand.

Why Sir Archie?

Well, you tell me.

Well, he's one of your directors and
he's also in the medical profession.

Enough said, OK?

No, sir.

It's not all right.

Only... Just say that if I buy a player
for five million, I don't want him

sitting on the bench for the rest of the
season because he's got a twinge.

So Drummond kept them ticking over.

And if one of your players gets a girl
pregnant, then you'll feed that as well.

When was the last time you saw him?

After the match.

I suppose being a director, he has to
protect his investments.

Oh, sort of.

Mind you, I don't know how long for.

I think he's planning a coup or
something. Was.

Was? He's dead.

When Sir Archie Drummond qualified, he
took the hypocritical oath.

He could have operated on me, but that
would have kept me out of the game for

six months.

So instead, he just patched me up and
kept me going until my knee broke down

completely.

And that was his decision?

Well, was it?

No. So whose was it?

Well, the manager's, but if Drummond had
been any kind of a surgeon, he would

have told Jimmy what the implications
were.

And Jimmy would never have asked him to
do it.

Are you sure about that?

So, Drummond wasn't your favourite
person?

Mr Jordan, that bastard's death was the
first piece of good news I've had in a

long time.

Now, I didn't kill him.

But if you can't find out who did, and
you need somebody to take the blame,

I'd be happy to.

Because I've got nothing going on in my
life at the moment.

And I'd enjoy the feeling that people
thought I had the balls to take him out.

Your club seems to be becoming a fatal
place to be associated with, Mr.

Hamilton.

Yeah, the referee.

We thank condolences for the family and
a check to the charity of their choice.

Nice decor.

Thanks.

So how can I help?

Sir Archibald Drummond, he's a director.

And a valuable one, too.

For his medical expertise.

Excuse me?

He can keep the players playing well
past the sell -by date, I believe.

Oh, well, I don't know about that.

Come on.

The chairman.

And the players are managed by the
manager.

But Drummond was organising a boardroom
revolt, was he not?

Was he?

Well, it's been reported that he was
very vocal.

Criticising your regime?

Well, Archie was somebody who had very
strong views, and he wasn't used to

contradicted.

He and my father went back a long way.

Were you aware that Mr McAvoy sent a
young girl to him for a termination?

No.

Now, I knew that Jimmy was there
earlier, but I didn't know why.

McAvoy was there this morning?

So he said.

OK. Thanks very much, Mr Hamilton.

I'll be in touch.

I can leave town.

Just a joke, Chief Inspector.

McAvoy! I want it back.

What? You know what.

The 50 grand.

Can't. I've spent it.

You... You told me that Alan had
authorised it.

He will do. Don't worry.

You have no right to spend club money
without myself or Alan's express

authorisation.

You... McAvoy.

McAvoy, I want it back.

Heather, fancy a coffee?

And if I did?

Get me one as well.

Could you be that too?

Look, youth, I've just done my course on
sexual harassment, right?

And I've got your numbers.

One false, maybe... Well, the shag's out
the question, then.

I ain't your dream.

Sorry, son. No, it's my fault.

McIntyre.

Message?

Oh, does there have to be one?

No, no, no message. Just put from
Michael.

Now, hang on.

Make that love, Michael.

Yeah.

Wait a minute.

Better make that best wishes.

Yeah.

Look, let's just... I'll get back in
touch.

Oh, nice flowers.

Thank you.

What do you think, sir?

Nice flowers, eh?

Mr Murray, there's two detectives to see
you.

Mr. Roth and Mr. Jordan.

What's going on, Mr. Murray?

How do you mean?

Life expectancy is diminishing in this
club, Mr. Murray, and it seems to be

associated with red cards.

Oh, yes.

I know.

Please have a seat.

It's become a bit of a standing joke
around here.

The players can be rather coarse. Very
bad taste, I know.

They're putting cards in each other's
bags now.

Very juvenile.

They even sent me one.

Of course, they all deny it was one of
them, but, well, they would, wouldn't

they? Do you have it with you?

Yes. Could I see it, please?

Where did you get it?

It was just slipped under the door.

Probably a joke, like I say, what with
the referee and everything.

There's something wrong, isn't there?

This is important, isn't it?

This isn't the referee, this is
Drummond.

Did Drummond get one of these?

He got a red one and then he died,
didn't he?

I'm afraid I can't comment on that.

He did.

This means I'm next.

Alan, you don't have to warn me.

I'm not going to say anything.

Sorry, Miles. I don't know what you're
talking about.

What do you want?

Where is your husband?

Prison.

What? Oh, you mean Jimmy? He's my
partner.

Where is he?

Don't know, love. Ain't he at work with
you lot?

No. Then I can't help you.

You tell him. He touch my wife again, I
cut off his balls and stuffed them in

your mouth.

That is great.

We know it's Laurie's birth, but we
don't know where they're going.

Bloody Michael.

What am I going to do?

Shut it, you!

I'm going to have to sort her out and
you're going to have to find out where

they're going tonight.

Me?

How am I going to do that?

Use your head, girl.

Get down that ground and find out.

We really can't give you protection
unless you give us reason to.

I don't know why I got the bloody thing.
Mr Murray, if you don't tell us what's

going on at this club, then we can't
help you.

I don't know anything.

Well, let's hope you don't become the
next red card holder, eh?

Wait.

Everything all right?

Yes.

Yes, fine.

Good.

Well, if we can be of any more
assistance, then let us know.

Keep it low. Keep it low.

Keep it going, keep it going.

Excuse me.

Do you want to get out the way, love?

Well, I was just wanting to know where
yous were all going.

Serves you right. Get her off. It won't
be the first time she's been floored by

one of our boys.

You OK?

Yeah.

I knew I shouldn't have come.

I won't you after.

Autograph? No.

I was just wondering where you were all
going tonight.

Oh, well, that lot.

They'll be at the lair. The lair?

Yeah.

Great, thanks.

Will you be there? No.

Not my thing.

Hi there.

Hi.

It's nice when it's quiet, isn't it?

Beautiful.

You probably don't remember me.

I was at the game on Saturday.

That was terrible about the referee,
wasn't it?

Sorry, I'm DS Reid. Made a healthy ID.

You're not just a Saturday waitress,
then?

No.

Waitress, cleaner, general dog's buddy.

How long have you worked here?

Years. Have you noticed anything unusual
happening recently?

No.

Not really.

Would you mind giving me a call if you
do?

Sure.

Thanks.

It's over.

What do you mean, over?

I want to try again with Billy.

What? It's not that I'm not grateful,
Jimmy. I really am. You stupid tart.

What? What, do you think I've set you up
here for fun? You don't tell me when

it's over. I tell you, all right?

What are you saying? I'm saying you're
mine.

I'm sorry. Is it the kid? Is she getting
to you?

Get out.

What? Get out!

Listen! I could have had any of them
slappers, but I chose you because you're

good.

You've got class.

We go well together.

Oh, no, we don't.

I was stupid enough to believe that you
really cared about me.

Well, not anymore!

Now, get out!

You be saying hello to the bailiff.
Fine.

I'd prefer them to you. Now just leave
me alone!

Well, I've been finance director here
for quite a while and I just thought it

was time to move on.

Friday's fine.

Yeah. No, I'll look forward to it.

Goodbye.

Moving on where, Morris?

Get your cup.

What? You heard, you're sacked.

Jimmy!

What are you talking about?

You want to know that?

Ask your wife.

Great girl.

And then what did he say?

He said if you touch this wife again,
he'd have you.

I don't know what he's talking about.

You do these foreigners a favour and
they get the wrong impression.

Yeah, right.

What?

Nothing. You wearing that, then?

Yeah, what's the matter with it?

Nothing. Put the beach one on. Why?

Because I don't want waiters dropping
things down there and diving in

afterwards. That's why.

You said you liked it. I do, but not at
the lair.

I don't know why we're going there. It's
all horrible.

Oh, look, just get changed and put the
peach one on. Hey, look, I've had a

result.

Get yourself a new dress tomorrow.

And get one that doesn't make your belly
stick out so much.

Oh, here we go, girls.

Get those down.

Right,

tonight's the night, girls.

Oh, come on, you cheat -up. Come on,
doubles.

All right, okay.

To the lair. The lair. Here.

The world, isn't it?

Sometimes you get a run of form that
goes against you, but that doesn't mean

say you give up now, does it?

I mean, admitted, we should have clucked
a few holes, but I've had a word with

Laurie. The lad knows what he's done.
He's put his hands up. Let's just get on

with it.

So drink up.

Enjoy yourselves.

And tomorrow, get back training harder
than ever.

He's a nutter.

He's foreign, isn't he?

Did he do things different over there?

Were you screwing his wife?

Of course I wasn't.

Just forget it, eh?

You were screwing Alice?

Of course I wasn't.

Don't lie.

All right.

But it's over, right? I ended it for
you.

You must think I'm so stupid.

Oh, no, I don't, babe.

Come on.

It's just you and me now.

Tell you what.

Why don't I open a bottle of bubbly?

Because I don't like it. I hate it. I
keep telling you.

All right, then. Why don't I open a
bottle of bubbly that I like?

And then you can join me in the boudoir.

And what shall I wear? The flannel
nightdress. What goes to my neck?

Don't get smart, babe.

You know what I like.

And don't be long.

Come on, babe.

All right. Point!

What have we got?

Champagne, if you can call it that.

Personally, I doubt whether this bottle
has been within 100 miles of either

Reims or Eponay.

Yeah, yeah, you can spare us your bon
vivant.

I want to know if he was poisoned with
it.

Over the head.

Poisoned?

What? With?

The champagne, I dare say.

Look, Michael, I know I'm supposed to be
the font of all wisdom.

But even I can't do a spectrum analysis
with a toothbrush and a bit of dental

floss.

Tomorrow, OK?

Thank you.

I think the bond of our crack got to
him.

How's your girlfriend?

Well, she's putting on a good show.

Not sincere?

I should say she's enjoying her moment.

This football club's beginning to get to
me.

Still, at least there was no red card
nonsense last night. I'm sorry, I almost

forgot.

Found this under the pillow.

Right, no -one else knows about this,
OK?

Now, McAvoy, he's high enough profile
that we can't keep him out of the press,

but this... this remains off -limits.

Who?

Patricia.

The grieving widow.

She must have called the press before
she spoke to us.

All right.

Enough's enough.

You get round to the grieving widow, ask
her about McAvoy, and tell her that

we're not happy about this PR.

What about the young lady at Drummond's?

Think her termination might be
connected?

Meanwhile, I'll pay Mr Murray a visit.

Spice up his morning, all right?

crawling all over the place. I knew it.

Calm down.

You wanted to see me?

Yeah, come in.

Thanks, Maurice.

How long have you been with the club,
Walter?

Er, 19 years, something like that.

Good.

So is that it, then?

Pardon? The heave -ho.

I know we're losing, so we're probably
losing money as well.

I'm out then, am I?

On the contrary, I want you to take over
the manager's job.

Start now.

It's temporary, but if you turn us
round, who knows?

Who'd want him dead?

To be honest, it would be easy if you'd
asked who'd wanted him alive.

Hello?

No, my agent's doing all that.

Billy?

Yeah?

You're not done badly out of his demise,
then?

No.

He was a pig all right, but I never
stiffed him.

Where'd the champagne come from?

The club, probably.

He'd never buy anything he could neck.

What about the bruises?

A jealous husband.

Who?

Goran Lukic, his name. One of the
players.

But it weren't him. He was here on
Sunday, but he never went near the

How do you know?

I know men.

He's all hot -blooded in action.

This was planned, wasn't it?

So, um, getting back to my original
question.

Who'd want him dead?

The easiest thing you could do would be
put up a poster and then wait for the

cue.

Jimmy was nice, but peel back the finia.

Peel back the what?

Finia, I read it.

Lady Roxanne's dilemma.

Her husband, the landowner.

Seemed nice enough.

But he was shagging all the servants and
stealing the family's silver.

Well, that was Jimmy.

I tell you what.

I hope I don't get lonely.

Give us a cuddle, Mr. Ross.

I want to know what's going on.

And I want to know now.

I can't help you.

You thought you were going to be the
next victim.

You even asked for my protection.

Now McAvoy's dead and you're still
swanning around.

You don't think I'm going to be curious?

I told you, I don't know what's going
on.

You are this much off of obstructing me
in the course of my duty. And I'm not

giving out parking tickets, do you
understand?

No.

I'm going to give you the rest of the
day to think about cooperating.

Or I'll give you so much protection that
no one will ever find you.

Come on, hit the cones.

Keep moving. In there, lads.

Come on, Darren. Come on, pudgy
Henderson.

Move it in again.

Pick up the cones, lads. Pick up the
cones.

Come on, Darren.

Move it.

In again, lads.

Come on, Gordon, shift yourself.

In there, in there. Shift, Gordon.

Again, lads, once more.

Round there, round there.

What's going on?

A new manager, apparently. Come on,
lads, in there, in there.

Come on, Henderson, shape up your body,
boys. In there, move it. I just don't

understand. What does this man know
about top -class management?

What will the directors say?

Well, that's less of a problem now.

Because Drummond's dead, we don't know
that.

We don't know what will happen to his
shares.

Well, we do as it happens.

He and my father both agreed on their
death their shares revert back to the

club, so they come back to me.

Hey, I expect you heard.

Yeah.

Congratulations.

Yes. Well, I can't say I expected it.

On the other hand, experience is what
you need after a period of uncertainty.

As I say to Mr. Hamilton, I might have
an old head, but it's a wise one.

Right. I want you to take on the youth
team.

Hmm?

That's where the future lies.

I say to Mr. Hamilton, we don't need all
these spaghetti boys. We can grow our

own. I've been sacked, Dad.

And I'm rehiring you.

You work for me now.

Hmm? I know it's a big shift for you
into management.

But I'll be there to advise.

You should have seen what I did with the
first team this morning. They couldn't

believe it. I had them out running,
cross country.

They've no stamina.

That's their problem.

I'm going to run them so hard they won't
know what day it is.

And destroy their speed?

What? You run them in the ground.

You're going to destroy their ability to
act quickly.

They're footballers, Dad.

They're not car horses.

If you train someone to run slowly over
a long period of time, that's all

they're going to be able to do in
performance.

They need to train dynamically, not plod
along for hours at a time.

I'm sorry.

So am I.

That looked painful.

It is.

What happened?

I fell over.

So who gave you the black eye?

No one.

Was it the guy who made you pregnant?

Came round to the flat last night.

One of your neighbours said you were out
clubbing.

Where did you go?

The lair.

Who did you go with?

Who did you go with, Dolores?

Mickey Munro.

The footballer?

One of the best.

If she needs an alibi, I can give her
one.

I was there and all.

Laurie Henderson.

Sorry.

Who's that?

Only the best football goalie in
Scotland.

Did I tell you?

I went down to see Laurie Train this
morning.

He didn't want me there.

So I had to try, Laurie.

I told him last night.

I don't do this with everyone.

Besides, we're going to get engaged at
the end of the season.

Well, the lads have got it in for him
just because he done what he was told.

Well done.

Well, it wasn't his fault he let in the
goal.

Jimmy McAvoy told him to.

Is that right?

So who else have you told about this?

Nobody.

Yeah.

Sure. Sir, we've got a result.

The substance in McAvoy's body.

Phenyl tetrahydrochloride.

Which is?

Grimesman used it to toughen the grass.

Better bring in Billy Driscoll, then.

All this flying by the seat of your
pants stuff, Alan, it's just not my

How do you know me, sir?

I'm sorry, but for me it's just not
worth the anxiety.

I'm handing in my notice.

You hated Jimmy McAvoy?

Yes.

Why? Too many reasons.

They don't concern you.

Ah, but you see, Billy, they do concern
me.

Was there a big enough one to kill him?

Did you?

Yes.

So we've got a confession, sir.

Brilliant. Hold your horses, Stuart.

Why? Because you didn't do it.

Yeah, which is a pity, because
everything else fits into play.

Yeah, McAvoy kept him playing despite
the fact he was injured and needed

treatment. He paid Drummond to keep him
ticking over.

I mean, it was great as a result.

But the stuff that killed McAvoy is used
by groundsmen. Yeah, but we don't have

concrete evidence, Stu.

This one just went and banged up for it.

As soon as we started asking questions,
he was all over the place.

Didn't have a clue.

Aye, boy need a bit of therapy.

Michael? Yeah?

We've got a result.

Come on, lads, now, liven it up!

Factor in that shape up! What is it? Is
it a para? Ah, shut up.

Crepeed. Hey, right, you, 20 preps up.
Come on!

120 press -ups!

Bloody... Come and have a wee word with
us instead, eh?

What are you doing?

I'm so talented I can't even get
arrested properly.

I'm off.

Lad!

Come on, lad.

This is the new one in the youth.

Now, come on, take five minutes' break,
yeah?

Then come back, we'll try attack versus
defence.

Then if that works, we'll try out some
functions, eh?

Is that all right with you?

What do you think, then?

All right?

Right, have a break, then. Pair off.

Can you think of anyone who would want
to hurt the club or any of its members?

No. There are people not happy with your
current performance.

Well, there always are and there always
will be, but you wouldn't point them out

as murdering.

Yeah, on the other hand, there are some
people who are quite pleased at the

current run of form, aren't they?

Excuse me?

Well, are you aware that at least one of
your players has taken bribes to throw

matches?

No. And that your ex -manager is behind
it.

I don't know what to say.

Who's the player?

Laurie Henderson.

He'll be helping us with our inquiries.

Dreadful.

Strange sort of manager, McAvoy. Why?

Well, as I recall, he'd been, er,

sacked from his last two clubs.

Well, that's football being sacked part
of the TV these days.

So he was cheap.

He was a genius.

Was he popular?

McAvoy is irrelevant.

Hired him to get results.

So he wasn't.

You ever had any threats against
yourself, Mr Hamilton?

Well, we'll go back and have another
chat with Mr Henderson.

You see, corruption's a serious
business, Mr Hamilton.

It's always murder.

I remember when McAvoy got the job
thing, it was a bit strange. I mean,

only been sacked, he'd been out in the
wilderness for over a year.

I thought his marriage with Dave were
over.

And then Hamilton gives them a job.

Something going on between McAvoy and
Hamilton?

If you're betting your club to lose,
it's only a limited payoff.

All right.

What would the odds be in Strathclyde SC
winning the league next season?

Astronomical. So, if you're betting your
team to lose this season, and then next

season you clean up at the bookies?

Brilliant. Except McAvoy couldn't win a
raffle.

And this is real life. We're talking
here, Michael. Not Roy of the Rovers.

They cannot put on dates.

How are you, Mr. Murray?

Fine.

Fine.

McAvoy get Henderson to throw two games,
right?

The rest is he's lost anyway.

So it is a betting scam?

Not a very good one if it is. I might
not leave tough.

He merely lost because McAvoy's a crap
manager.

I thought he was all right.

Come on, Jackie.

Flashy the genius don't compensate for
his mistakes next to intricacies.

What you want in a manager is
consistency.

Jackie, that's Emily Driscoll. Is it
Murray's house?

You okay, mate?

Hmm.

Freaky. How's that?

Well, how can I put this?

The actual cause of death is quite
simple.

His carotid artery was severed, so death
was severe blood loss and very quick.

Now, what's tricky is how his head came
to be there in the first place.

Still, that's your problem, isn't it?

Cheers, Stephen.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Getting to be a bit of a habit, isn't
it?

How are you feeling?

Not too good.

Well, that's understandable. You've had
an awful experience.

Well, do you see things like this all
the time?

Not all the time, fortunately.

The world's a cruel place.

Emily, what exactly were you doing here?

Cleaning.

My time for Mr Murray.

I do three hours a week for Mr Murray
since his wife left. Poor man.

I thought he looked upset when he came
home.

Can you tell us what happened?

Take your time.

I came down to see if he wanted a cup of
tea.

And I found him.

And you didn't hear anything or see
anything?

I had the vacuum cleaner going in the
bedroom.

When I think about it...

There was noise.

Glass breaking.

Voices raised.

I didn't think anything of it. I thought
it was the television.

Yeah, well, it certainly wasn't that.

No. I'm sorry.

Well, thanks very much. If you do think
of anything, you let DS read, no?

I actually have a witness who saw
nothing.

Three murders at the same football club.

Drummond's the director, opposed to
Hamilton, and wants to get rid of him.

And McAvoy's been brought in for some
reason other than his talent.

Hamilton and Murray.

What's the link there?

Finance. Port and treasure.

Fraud? Corruption?

Better check out the club's finances and
turn this place over.

If he was up to something dodgy, he
wouldn't leave anything lying around his

office.

Yes, sir.

You know, I am sure that Hamilton's the
key to all this.

I want you to check up on his outside
interests.

Right.

Well, lads, as you know, I've spoken to
the board.

And they have agreed that Billy will
take over as temporary manager.

Right. Well, Saturday.

We know that Burnbank striker Barry
Anderson's out at the moment, so they'll

lacking in pace down the left flank.

Goran, I think you should take an
overlapping midfield position.

That would surprise them.

No, I mean, see, the reason I say this
is I think it would surprise the

opposition.

You see, if we can surprise them and
bust through on the left, then they're

going to have nothing to come back with.

If you could just calm down... Shut up!

You lot pay attention to the lad.

He has got more football brain in his
little finger than you lot have got in

your combined Nancy bodies.

You want a job at the end of the season?

Start winning.

You want to win?

Listen to him.

Right, as I was saying.

You must be doing rather well on your
lease pay.

Oh, no, it's way out of my league, all
of this.

So, venture capital's a lot safer than
running a football club, eh?

I've always been a risk -taker.

Tell me now that Drummond's dead.

Do his shares go back to the club?

Sit down.

Does that make you the majority
shareholder?

Mr Hamilton, can you tell me how many
shares you have?

Drum and Fares do come back to the club,
but they do not give me the majority.

Am I under investigation?

Where were you at 4 .30 this afternoon?

No, you're not. I am definitely going to
do it.

Hiya. Hiya.

Hiya. Did you get everything?

Aye.

Thanks for watching, now.

You OK?

Fine.

It's all right, Mum.

We're here for you.

Alice. I'll be fine.

When you and Billy get back together
again, I can do this all the time. You

if? No.

I mean, when?

Why would you want me back?

Because I love you.

We all do.

You're family.

Family together.

I'm going to beat you. Not this time.

Yes, I am.

I'm going to go much higher.

Yeah. Hi.

Just to say thanks for the flowers.

They were lovely.

Ah, fine.

Good.

OK.

I got into Murray's laptop, no trouble,
and I found his letter of resignation to

Hamilton, copied to all the other
directors, showing the money movements

been told to make.

Yeah, that kind of tied in with what I
found.

Which is?

Hamilton's a member of this place called
the Friday Club. He's well known there

as a budding venture capitalist.

Now, Drummond's shares go back to the
club, giving him a 48 % holding. Not

enough. Yeah, but Hamilton's a
speculator.

Thinks long -term.

He decreases the value of the club by
bringing in a manager who's passed his

sell -by date.

The club gets relegated.

Shares go down.

Shareholders can't wait to get rid of
him.

Hamilton picks him up for a song.

Takes control of the club.

Why would someone want to buy a
worthless football club?

Well, worthless as a football club,
maybe, but as a shopping complex or

development, the site could be worth
millions.

So Drummond was onto him.

And McAvoy must have found out too.

And definitely Murray.

What a bastard.

OK, we're going to need evidence against
Hamilton now.

Jackie, find Emily. Bring her in if you
need to. And Stuart, I need copies of

that letter from Murray.

Oh, and you.

That's me.

Did you think you were being helpful?

Is this personal or professional?

Personal.

Come on, Michael.

You want to, you won't. You're desperate
for it.

You bloody will need it as well. You
just watch your step. Get your act

together, man, and quick.

You keep out my business.

What about the flowers?

I said leave it. You owe me 23 .50.

Is that your granddaughter?

Yeah.

She's beautiful?

Yeah.

Your son's had it rough recently, hasn't
he?

You never stop worrying about them.

Emily, is there anything else you want
to tell us about Mr Murray's death?

No.

Nothing.

Are you sure?

Are you all right?

Could I have a glass of water, please?

Sure.

I know I should have said something
earlier.

I didn't want to get him into trouble.

He's been very good to us.

Do you want to tell me about it?

So what have we got?

I've got the murderer.

Signed, sealed and delivered.

Ah, Mr Hamilton.

Good of you to come and see us.

You'll have to forgive me quickly, but
where were you yesterday around 4 .30?

Presumably you're asking me because you
already know.

I'd like you to tell us, just for the
record.

I went to see Maurice Murray.

And did you?

I did.

And then did you kill him?

No. Why did you go and see him?

We'd had a professional disagreement.

What about it?

How about money?

Why do you ask?

Well, he is your financial director.

Yes, money.

Did you tell Mr Murray to move funds
from draft IDFB into your own personal

business account?

No.

Have you seen this, Mr Hamilton?

Murray's letter of resignation to you.
He made copies out to all the directors,

but none of them received any.

Presumably you thought you'd wiped his
system.

You see, he had a laptop as well.

Do I have to repeat my question?

No.

I did ask him to move money around, but
I always repaid it.

It was just been announced to the
accounts for a couple of days at a time,

Morris couldn't live with that.

And why did you go and meet him?

To tell him it would only be for a
little while longer.

I'd seen the letter.

I didn't want the directors getting wind
of it, and I wanted him to hang on for

a bit.

So instead you killed him?

This is such rubbish.

So why don't you tell us exactly what
happened then?

I started to explain the situation to
him, and he just loved it.

He started screaming at me to get out,
and I tried to calm him down. He ran at

me, and we had a fight.

It was pretty stupid, like a couple of
school kids.

And then I left him with a bleeding nose
on the carpet.

That certainly clears that up.

What do you think?

I think he's talking bollocks, sir.

Like to explain, Robbie?

Certainly, sir.

We have a witness.

Yeah.

A witness who was there but refuses to
speak about it.

Because she doesn't want to get you into
trouble.

You see, her and her family have worked
for Strathclyde FC for many years.

And they feel the debt of gratitude to
the club.

Emily.

Emily also worked for Murray as his
cleaner.

She was upstairs and heard you and
Murray shouting at each other.

She saw you.

You were fighting.

You had a hold of Mr Murray. You swung
him round and let go.

The next thing, Mr Murray went through
the window.

Mr Hamilton went to help him, I thought.

He went to help them.

But instead... Instead, he just pressed

on Mr Murray's head.

I believe this.

I did not kill Murray.

Just Drummond and McAvoy.

Are you mad?

Do you deny trying to manipulate the
value of your shares?

No.

Look, I hate football.

And everything it stands for. I couldn't
wait to be shot at the club, but that

doesn't make me a murderer. We've got
forensic evidence, Mr. Hamilton.

What? That is ridiculous. You can't
have.

Why didn't you tell us this had happened
right away?

I was shocked.

I don't know what to do.

My hands were shaking. I couldn't lift
the phone.

I'll do as soon as I could.

You should have told us.

I wanted to.

He just couldn't handle the fact that
his father whet the family fortune

propping up a useless football club.

So I was right. No one wanted to buy it
as a football club.

So he hired McAvoy to lead them into
obscurity.

So he can make millions.

But they're actually wanting control of
the club.

McAvoy was stealing and Murray knew the
books were being cooked.

With all this evidence.

Hamilton's going to go away for a very
long time.

Yeah.

I still don't understand why he used the
red card and drew attention to himself.

Emily.

You've done the right thing.

Hiya. Right, I want you to come to the
match.

Mum, he won't want to see me.

Alice, come on, he's desperate to see
you.

This is a big day for him.

Please.

Right lads, you've had a difficult week.

You've got every night to feel uptight.

But if you're feeling uptight, that's
good.

It's a post for a day.

And when you take that energy out onto
the pitch and use it, we show them the

real Strathclyde FC, eh?

No quarter asked, no quarter given. What
do you say?

What do you say?

All right.

Now go lay your new manager down, OK?

Let's go.

Oh, congratulations, Billy.

Thanks.

This is my wife, Alice.

Hi. This is my daughter, Christine.

Now, I've seen a beautiful photograph of
you.

Well, it looks like the club's on to a
winner.

Yeah, things are going to be better for
all of us.

You all right?

What happened to you?

I thumped her.

Going with my man.

Got anybody away from football?

Do you?

Not seriously.

What do you think about kids?

Kids in general or kids in particular?

You know what I mean.

Oh, I'm sorry.

They're just such a big responsibility.

I guess you spend the whole time just
caring about them and saving them from

hurt.

Mother always said you never stop
worrying about them.

No, it's a powerful thing, Mother, love.

Oh, my God.

What's that?

Emily.

Hello, Michael.

Grandma.

Have you got any more of those cards?

Yes. They're in my bag.

Look at your grandpa.

What is he like?

Men.

They want to help, but they're useless,
aren't they?

Mind you, they're not all bad.

I knew a nice one once.

But he died of a heart attack.

Your daddy didn't like us being friends,
so he played a trick on him.

He gave him a red card.

And some people thought that was silly.

But Grandma... Thought it was a good
idea.

There were a lot of nasty men out there,
sweetheart.

Like the man who was nasty to your
mummy.

And the doctor who wouldn't make your
daddy better.

And then there was the man who wasted
your daddy's money.

Grandpa didn't know what grandma knows,
did he?

He didn't know about the nasty man
making the club go rotten.

Making monkeys out of all of us.

You can keep these now, sweetheart.

Grandma doesn't need them anymore.

And promise me, when you're a big girl,
you'll never marry

a...

Yes, I'm done!

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