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Thank you.

I wish I knew why the hell I keep coming up with these so -called initiatives.

Frankly, I couldn't think of a better use for my officer's time than hanging

about with a bunch of bloody junkies. Yeah, and that's what I thought six

ago, sir, but, well, this Spencer's really different.

I think it really gives him some hope.

So what is it exactly you want me to do?

Well, just tell him some stories, things that you've seen down the years.

All right, that'll cheer them up.

Oh, you all right, Donny?

We're just through here.

Sir.

Tony Miller.

Do you know him?

Last time I saw him, he was just a wee boy.

Used to be pals with his dad, Charlie.

You see the effects of drug every day.

And I don't just mean the users.

I see what it does to families.

The misery it causes.

Mothers burying their children before they've even reached their teens.

Shit.

I'm sorry, what was that?

I think it makes a difference.

What you say.

You come in here, you know nothing.

I remember you.

Donnie Miller, isn't it?

And I remember you.

And you're still a wanker. Why don't you sit down, Donnie? I don't want to sit

down. I don't want your... Here.

You're pathetic.

Hard and all. Sit down or get out.

Don't worry.

I'm out of here.

This place thinks I'm a pig.

Donnie used to be such a bright kid.

I always thought he'd make something of himself.

He still can.

No, I doubt it.

I think by the time they reach this stage of the game, it's too late.

No, sir.

I don't agree.

I wish I could believe that.

You all right, sir?

How's your dad doing?

How should I know?

He's only been off this mark for a couple of weeks. It's just a hard time

him.

Buck.

Andy, can you get a focus? He's in his late 20s. A vicious attack.

No sign of any weapon injuries. He was kicked to death.

The stamp on the head broke his skull.

You know who he is?

No idea on the body, but we found this in one of his pockets. A betting slip.

Kind of the Clyde.

Two to one.

A thousand pounds?

No, don't take it out.

Just check.

The horse lost.

Came in last, in fact.

I'm not here to pick up the bloody winning funds. Just tell us who placed

bet.

Farish.

Regular. He's got an account here.

Good.

You can give us the address.

That's usually confidential.

Well, you'll be doing us a big favour then, won't you?

So tell me, £1 ,000, does that make him a heavy gambler?

Pretty heavy last few months.

What's he done?

He lost.

Big tape.

They've been one hell of a party.

Let's get forensics in.

That's Pete.

It's a terrible thing.

When did you last see him?

This morning. He was only in for about five minutes. He came in, bought a pint,

sat looking at his watch, then made a call on the payphone.

And then he left?

Aye.

Barely touched his pint.

Sir, Peter Farish?

He was on the dole for about a year and a half.

Refused to take a job, so they stopped his money. When?

Six months ago.

But recently he's been gambling. Thousands of pounds every week.

Check the bags.

Find his account.

Three years ago. In the living room.

Fifty grand we found under the floorboards. Came from this robbery.

We checked and the serial numbers matched up.

It was about a year and a half ago. Both men were caught. They're locked up, but

the money was never recovered.

How much did they get? 300 grand.

Farish had been involved?

Could have, but don't see him as a criminal, mark my mind.

Maybe he was laundering the money.

Who for?

Whoever planned the robbery.

Yeah, these guys had probably just hired hands.

Found this on Farish's computer.

It's a printout of bets at local race courses.

Most are fake bets, but some are outsiders.

I checked and virtually all the horses won.

So what are we paying?

He could have been laundering the money by betting on horses he knew were going

to win.

I was just betting local races.

He went to the tracks.

You two follow up.

Talk to the course bookies.

Charlie.

Matt.

Long time.

What are you doing here?

I was talking to Donnie, your boy.

Where are you now?

Does he still live with you?

He's a waste of space.

I threw him out a year ago.

I want nothing to do with him.

You know he's attending a rehab centre on a court order. I don't care what he

does.

You could do with some support, Charlie. I've tried everything with that boy.

I've got nothing but grief.

Maybe if you turned up one time and he was there. I've told you.

I'm finished with him.

That's it.

They were three months ago, on a Tuesday.

The race was won by Lady B.

I remember, 41.

I left a packet on it.

Did you take a bet from this guy?

Aye, wish I hadn't.

Four grand he took off me.

Did you take any other bets from him? No, he never come back to me. He went on

to George there.

George! Hello.

Police here are asking after that white boy. Mine took me for four big ones.

Took three and a half for me. A real raj, a real bampot. You know he goes

every track in the country and does exactly the same thing. Think you had

information? Let's put it this way. I think the guy knows his stuff.

As I said before, the victim's skull was fractured by the impact of a severe

blow. A stamp, you say?

Several heavy stamps, in fact. Particularly vicious.

Heavy boots?

He even left some marks with his soles.

There'll be lots of blood splashes, I reckon. Oh, definitely.

The killer's boots would have been covered with it, the bottom of his

probably even a few spots on the rest of his clothes.

Yeah, thanks, Brenda.

Something wrong?

That was the rehab centre, sir.

Donnie Miller's been found dead.

How?

A heroin overdose.

Accidental.

He's only been off it for a couple of weeks.

His body probably couldn't cope with the sudden hit.

What does his dad know?

I can tell him if you want.

I'll go.

I told him it.

Oh, Tommy.

Tommy.

Sir, we found another lift on Farish's computer.

Favourites that lost.

Most of these are from the same stables.

Yeah, the stables are on a large estate on the outskirts of the city, run by a

family called Forsyth.

Could be where he was getting his inside information.

Must cost a fortune maintaining a place like this. Not to mention a stable full

of horses.

Can I help you?

Mrs. Forsythe.

That's me.

Police.

This is my husband, James. Police.

DCI Burke.

This is DS Reid.

I do too.

Is something wrong?

Just a few questions.

We're investigating the murder of a man called Peter Farish.

Then I suppose you've heard of him.

Is the marriage of this man with gambling on races involving horses from

stables? I have a number of horses. I enter many races.

Races where all your horses lost.

You can't win them all.

Despite being favourites? Are we being accused of something?

We wonder whether somebody from your stables might be passing on information

about the horses.

I have a trusted team. Well proven, I'd find that highly unlikely.

Who's in charge of the horses?

Well, me, I suppose.

But our trainer, Terry Dean, he'll find them down at the stables.

How long have you been working here, Mr Dean?

20 years I've been here now.

Bit of a losing streak of late.

Can't get the beasts.

It's always a risk buying new stock.

There's been some heavy bets on races involving your horses, Mr Dean.

All of them lost.

Well, you win some, you lose some.

Can't be much wrong with the horses when they're made favours.

Look, this is an honest stable.

So have you ever passed on information about your horses to a third party?

No, I haven't.

And I find that offensive.

Is that the boy Ramage?

Panda? Yeah.

It's one of the boys from Greenhouse, isn't it?

How long has he been working here?

Nearly a year.

He's a good worker.

He's been off heroin for a couple of years now.

He's been doing really well.

But he's still at the centre.

Yeah, a lot of them like to keep going just for reinforcement.

So, this is what you're up to?

Well, it's a job.

I think it's great.

That's OK.

I like horses.

You'll have heard about Donny.

Shame. He was doing really well.

I need to ask some questions.

I think somebody might be selling information about the horses.

What information?

Well, a lot of these horses were favourites, then they lost.

Well, we don't set the odds.

Have you ever met anybody called Peter Farish?

No. Look, I don't know anything about selling any information.

I've got a really good job here and I don't want anything mucking that up. Did

they know your history?

They'd never have gave me the job if I'd have told them that.

Seems really settled.

What do you know about his background?

Not much.

Must be social work reports, that kind of thing. I want to see them.

Who's that?

Paul Cooley.

He's one of the jockeys.

Fancy car?

I suppose there has to be some competition for being a short arse.

Is he in?

In his office.

I thought he was going away on a trip.

Tomorrow. South Africa.

How long?

Two weeks.

Listen, I think I'll take one of the horses out.

Maybe I'll see you.

Yeah, maybe.

So, Kenny, I see it's four years till your first parole consideration.

What's this about?

I don't know how long you want to be banged up for.

You're offering me a deal?

Yeah, you tell us where the money went and your parole date won't go back even

further.

You can't do that.

And I've already told them.

I've no idea where the money went.

You just lost it.

Somebody stole it from us.

Who hired you to rob the van?

I've been through all this before.

Just give us a name, Kenny, and we'll leave you alone.

Nobody hired me.

It was all your idea.

That's right.

See, we think you're just a hired hand.

And we think you're protecting someone because you're scared they'll come and

get you. You think what you like.

Listen, Kenny.

I know half the bodies in this place.

I put them here.

I don't know if I can keep things to myself.

Here we go.

Might feel obliged to let them know that you're trying to make a deal with us in

here.

Not anybody would believe that.

This pantomime's been tried before.

This time it's different.

See, we've found some of the money.

We'll check the rest.

And whilst we're doing that, I might put the word around this prison that you

told us where to find it.

You're lying.

The boy that had the money was beaten to death.

Ask some of your mates in here.

They know all about it.

Forgive your name.

I want protection in here.

Sure.

Raymond Carney.

Carney, I heard you.

Aye.

He gave us the info in the van. We passed the money on to him.

Will you testify to this?

I've went far enough.

So what do we do?

Bring Carney in?

I nearly busted that slippery bastard once before.

It's going to be even harder now that he's a businessman.

There's no one here.

I'm sure I heard something.

There's no one here.

I'll go back.

Well, you can say what you like, Mr.

Cardney, but we have it on good authority that you planned the robbery.

You got the money.

Whose authority?

I don't know how I'd be telling.

Shelley, get my lawyers on the line, will you, please?

I really hope you lot aren't going to make a nuisance of yourself again.

I've got a long history of police harassment behind me.

Really?

Why would that be, Stuart?

Who's Peter Farish?

You tell me.

You've never met him? I remember everybody I meet. And I won't forget

when it comes to the complaint. Now, are we finished here?

Or do you really want to go too far?

Well, Ramage's story reads like a cliché.

Broken home, father left when he was young, alcoholic mother.

A number of small convictions.

Addicted to heroin at the age of 20.

You think he's selling the info?

No, I've checked around the bookies. There's nothing out of the ordinary. He

knows some small bets here and there, but never on horses from his stables.

That doesn't make sense.

If he's got the information, why wouldn't he use it?

People can change.

It's possible he's a reformed character.

It's possible.

I was out riding.

Where did you go?

Just down through the woods and back.

Is everything okay?

I mean, with all this police stuff.

Do you think something's going on?

Maybe.

What?

Cooley.

Paul?

Most of the races we've lost, he's been the jockey.

You can't think that's deliberate.

Do you know how to get rid of him, don't you think?

That's up to you.

Wouldn't bother you?

Why should it?

That's decided then.

Here again.

One night.

We'd like you to come round to the station.

Help with our inquiries.

Are you for real?

Look, this job means a lot to me.

Do you know how this is going to look?

We're not arresting you, Panda.

If you come, it'll be voluntary.

I'll just volunteer them.

Get in the car.

Are we being a bit hasty, sir?

He's obviously made a fresh start.

Aye.

We'll see.

Are you a gambling man yourself?

I'm allowed the odd quarter.

You should get paid information.

I've never done that.

Thanks.

Look,

it took me years to drag myself out of this shit.

I don't want to end up back there, do I?

And what about heroin?

You like a wee bit of that, don't you?

Not anymore.

What, you just gave it up?

No.

I nearly died.

I tried killing myself once, but I got help.

It took me two years to come off it, if that's what I am.

Cos every single bloody day, I'm tempted.

What got you through it?

My horses.

Your horses?

They like me.

That's a first for me.

Seems genuine enough.

Aye, he does.

But then again, I've never met a junkie that wasn't a world -class liar.

Maybe this is a first for you.

I got a name from Kenny Whelan.

Raymond Carney.

Well, there's a blast for the past.

He planned the robbery, took the proceeds.

You sure Willie can be trusted?

He's laid his life on the line by naming Carney.

I'll pay Mr. Carney a visit in his office.

Do you want to see the place?

He's sitting there giving out police harassment, blah, blah.

You can afford to bet.

We need to be solid on this.

Yeah.

James has gone out, I'm afraid.

Well, perhaps you can help us.

If I can, do sit down.

Mrs Forsyth, you mentioned that you were in charge of running the stables.

James is always off on business. It's meant to be my job to oversee the

Meant to be?

Not really my thing.

I've never been interested in financial stuff.

I was a model when I met James.

So you just leave Dean's to get on with things?

Usually. He'll discuss things with me sometimes.

Hiring and firing, money, those sort of things.

But I just leave him to get on with the horses.

So he could be giving out information?

I really don't think he would.

But if you get nothing to do with the horses, you wouldn't know what he was up

to. I'm just saying I'd be surprised if it was true.

Have I heard of a man called Raymond Carney?

No.

We've had Farish's web activity over the last six months analysed. These are

online betting sites.

Laundering the money is part of what he's been up to. There's an even bigger

scam. What do you mean?

We know he's been taking the dirty money to the racetracks and turning it into

clean money through fake bets.

It's what he then does with the money.

Farish has been making huge returns with the cash through online betting.

Why not just take the money to the bookies?

Two reasons.

Firstly, we're talking about large sums, which might arouse suspicion.

And secondly, and most importantly, on the internet, you can bet on a horse to

lose a race.

Handy if you know a favourite's going to lose. So somebody with a bit of know

-how could make damn sure it does.

Exactly. But the important thing is that none of this would work without inside

info from the stables.

This jockey, Paul Cooley.

Bit of a society type.

Expensive party, photo in the tabloid. Pocket prize playboy.

Exactly. Five years ago, there was a bit of a scandal.

He was accused by the Jockey Club of betting on a race he was riding in. They

suspended him for six months.

Well, Cooley, we need to ask you a few questions.

You've been riding with the Forsyth recently?

On and off.

Not with much success?

Or is it a favourites losing race with big money involved?

What can I say?

Favourites lose.

Seems you have a bit of history, Mr Cooley.

I had a feeling that might come up.

Look, I was a youngster when that happened.

Totally naive.

Okay, I put a bet on a horse I was riding.

But to win, not to lose.

I got a six -month suspension.

Boy, do you think I'd make the same mistake again.

Has anyone asked you to throw races?

No.

So how do you explain what happens if there are five horses?

Who knows?

Could be form.

Maybe Terry Deans is getting a wee bit past it.

I don't know.

You'd know if a horse had been dogged?

Well, it's not that easy to tell.

It's a lot rarer than you think.

Look, I've got another race here.

Aye, OK.

She went out riding last night.

The horse came back riderless this morning.

Nobody had noticed till then.

Would you take Mr Forsyth back to the house?

We have to wait for our team to arrive. We'll be along to talk to you both

later.

Sir.

But we'll let you be with your wife just as soon as we're finished.

Come on, sir.

Come on.

You say you never saw Mrs Versailles last night.

When did you get to the stables this morning?

I got here about eight.

The horse was waiting outside the stables.

And did you notice anything unusual about it?

Like what?

Well, was the saddle okay?

Fine. There, if you want to look at it.

And Panda Ramage, was he?

Sleeping in, probably.

Did he die off?

Sorry to bother you, Panda.

No worry. It's just through here.

Excuse the mess.

I don't get many visitors.

When was the last time you saw Mrs Versailles?

Why?

She's been found dead on the estate.

Dead?

She came off her horse, banged her head.

So when did you last see her?

Yesterday. She took her horse out.

Were you close?

It was Mrs Versailles that took me on.

How could she just come off her horse?

She could ride.

She could ride better than anyone the other day.

How well did you know her?

Did she ever confide in you?

She told me once that she met London, but... That's about it.

I can't believe this.

I went to bed early.

She wasn't there when I woke up.

So when did you realise she was missing?

When... When Terry came to tell me about the horse.

What time did you go to bed?

I don't know.

Ten, something like that.

Mr Forsyth, was everything OK between you and your wife?

It was difficult for her.

to this.

Maybe I should have left her where she was.

If you look at these wounds on the side of her head here, this is where we

presumed she hit her head when she fell.

The hat came off on impact.

So that was the first blow. But then we discovered two fractures on the back of

her head.

And they were made after she fell.

She was muttered.

Oh, aye.

And that's not all.

Blood tests.

There was a substantial amount of cocaine in her system.

And judging by the state of her nasal passages, she'd been using it heavily

quite a while.

I didn't know.

It appears she'd been taking them for some time.

She had a bit of a drug problem back in her modelling days, but I thought she

put that all behind her.

One of the reasons I brought her here was to get her away from all that stuff.

You don't check in the hectares of your staff before you hire them.

I saw you taking away Ramage. You think he's got something to do with this?

That was just routine.

Can we have a look at her things?

Yes.

Yes, of course. Suzanne.

Can you show them to our bed?

Sweet.

Sir?

Oh.

We'll need to find out who was supplying her.

You happy now?

Where did I tell you? I knew this would happen.

What? What happened? What happened?

I've been sacked, and that's what's happened, because of you.

How do you think it looked, you carting me off in the car?

Do you know anything about this?

I don't believe this.

You told First Knight about my past, didn't you?

Look, if you get somebody else, you can stay.

You just couldn't wait, could you?

He couldn't wait to put the boot on.

Panda, I can give you an address.

Keep it.

Mr Forsyth.

Sorry to bother you again. I've, um... I've just been talking to Panda Ramage.

What about him?

The boys turned his life around.

When I first saw him here, I jumped to conclusions.

The wrong conclusions.

I have to think of the reputation of the stables.

He deserves another chance.

Panda! It's OK, Panda.

I'll talk to Mr Forsyth.

We're too late.

He's gone.

When was this, Harry?

Any word?

You're sure it was her?

Nope, no address.

Maybe in a squat or something.

Well, I'll get the guys at the centre to keep an eye out for him. Bye.

Sir, the journalist who dished the dirt, Paul Cooley, says that Penny Forsyth

was off her face at one of Cooley's parties two weeks ago.

So maybe he was complaining about cocaine.

Yeah, but proven it's another story.

See what you can get out of Cooley.

Mrs. Pertite was always good to me.

A good person. I'll miss her.

Did you know about her habit?

No. What habit?

Cocaine.

I never knew.

See, we were wondering who was supplying her.

What am I?

A drug dealer now?

Did you supply Penny Pertite with cocaine?

No.

You know Panda Ramesh, don't you? He sometimes comes to the meeting.

Panda, sure, aye.

Saw him earlier on.

Oh, right, where?

Near the bus station.

What was he doing?

Oh, nothing much. You know, just... Nothing, really.

Gary.

Honest, it was nothing.

Look.

Was he with someone?

You can tell me. I won't tell anyone that you've told me.

He was talking to Cammy for a while.

That's all I know. Cammy Watson?

That's all I know.

Just following.

Thanks, Gary.

Maybe ask other guys.

See if they know who he is.

Sure. No problems.

I'll give you my mobile number.

Ring me when you know.

Sure.

Okay.

Sir, Panda's been spotted at the bus station talking to Cammy Watson.

Cammy what?

That rings a bell.

Yeah, number of convictions for dealing.

All right, let's go talk to him.

No, there's no point.

He'll just deny having seen him.

I've got young Gary from the rehab centre. He's out looking for Panda now.

All right, we'll just have to wait.

You all right, sir?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm fine.

You were just doing your job. I know that.

I know.

I'm fine.

Yeah.

No, I really appreciate it.

Thanks, Gary.

I've got an address.

I had that.

Come here, warden.

Sir?

Have you been using?

No.

Well, what's all this?

Look, I've been trying to keep Tammy off it.

Forsyth said he'd give you another chance.

What changed his mind?

I had a word with him.

OK, we have two murders.

So far, the only thing that links them is this business with the inside

information.

Well, Penny Forsyth had written some distance from the house. Now, obviously,

her killer was close behind her.

So do you think the killer was in horseback?

That would mean somebody had keys to the stables.

So Dean's ramage on the Forsyth?

Maybe even Paul Cooley.

All right, let's get access established.

Sir Dave?

Do you have keys to the stables?

Of course I've got keys.

Who else has?

The owners, obviously.

Mr Cipher, the key.

Panda's got one.

Oh, and Paul Cooley, the jockey.

He gets to come and go as he pleases.

Is that not unusual?

They used to go out riding together.

They spent a lot of time together.

Is there something going on between them?

You'd have to ask him that.

He's out on one of our best horses at the moment, Honest John.

Warming him up for the big race tomorrow.

It'll be Cooley's last with us.

And why's that?

The site wants a change.

I persuaded him to wait until after the big race.

It was too late to bring in somebody new.

Did you know that Mrs Forsyth had a drug problem?

Look, I saw her once doing a line of coat in the stables.

I thought I'd seen something, but... Somebody killed her.

I thought it was an accident.

Somebody smashed her skull in with a rock.

Is there anything else you can tell us?

No.

No.

Well, you know you can always talk to me at any time.

I know.

Are you going to get to the rehab centre tonight?

I don't know.

You should.

You should go up and talk.

What for?

Because you're an example to them.

Tell them I've been trying to help Cammy.

Might prevent another Donnie Miller.

They'd just rip their piss.

I understand you have keys for the stables.

Yeah, that's right.

On Mrs Forsyth's personal instructions.

Was there something going on between you two?

So what's the gossip?

Do you think you spent a lot of time together, you know?

On the horses?

She liked to race.

Test her skills.

That was it.

If you ask me, it was more than just the occasional ride.

Maybe Forsyth found out about it.

Yeah, possibly.

Still lacks a connection to the carny business.

It's Paul Cooley, the link.

You know, he's passing on info. Penny for size finds out.

Do you know what's odd?

They're just carrying on as normal.

How do you mean?

One of the owners just died, but they're going ahead with this race meeting.

Must be a really important race.

The estate has to be run.

I just let them get on with it.

You have no interest in the race?

I spent my morning at the Undertaker's.

to choose the flowers.

I go into her room.

I see her dresses.

What do I do with them?

Mr. MacFyfe, I'm sorry we have to ask questions at a time like this.

But we've heard some things about your wife.

Her and Paul Cooley.

So you knew they were having an affair?

I suspected.

Not Penny's fault.

She was bored.

Took her away from a life she loved.

Cooley wasn't the first.

It's not that I didn't love her.

I just didn't want her to be unhappy.

So you just let her have affairs?

I was hardly ever here. Little wonder she got bored.

I did love her.

And I needed her.

If that's what it took, then... I don't expect you to understand.

And you never get jealous?

No.

I'd ask her, and then I'd believe what she told me.

You all right with this?

Aye. I just know what they're like.

Yeah, well, just be honest with them.

You'll be fine.

Look, you don't have to go through with it.

No.

You spoke up for me.

And then I was, like, about ten.

Started taking wee bits of speed in that.

And wait a minute, I was eleven.

Make your mind up.

That's enough, Gary.

No, it was ten.

Speed never reached your brain then?

I started smoking smack at 12.

AM or PM?

Gary.

Look, you will hear this a lot.

What?

I tried to kill myself when I was 20.

Did you succeed?

For a while.

I wished I had.

But I got myself a job.

With the horses.

I went through rehab.

And I found myself something to be proud of.

What?

Shoveling shit?

I'd rather shovel shit than be it.

I don't buy it.

My?

If you're buying.

Well, it wasn't that bad, was it? No.

Just sometimes I look at them and I think that was me.

I don't know how I get out.

I grew up.

Maybe.

Fame a bit with his facade, don't I?

You're still working.

I have to.

I've still got a killer to fight.

See, I was brought up to see cops as the enemy.

Same with me in my young day.

So why become a cop?

I grew up.

Rule number one.

Don't talk to the police.

Well, we're talking now, aren't we?

Still feels wrong, though.

You really still think I'm your enemy?

Look, son, what I badly need in that case is a break.

Off the record?

I don't think Terry Deans is too happy with the Forsythes.

Go on.

Well, there's a rumour going round they're going to make him redundant.

Yeah?

Interesting.

Aye, OK, we'll get on to it.

Stuart, get your coat.

We going for a pint?

Afraid not. The boss wants us to tell Dean.

Where do you think he's heading?

Looks like the multi -storey.

Evening. You screw me, you bastard, and you'll get what's coming to you. Do you

understand me? Yeah.

I can't hear you. I understand.

So why were you meeting Terry Deans?

He owes me money.

You lent him some?

We met at the races a few times, had a couple of drinks.

He asked for some money, so I gave him it. How much? 500.

But he's only paid back 50.

What, you were breaking his neck for 500 quid?

OK, fair enough, I shouldn't have grabbed him, but he is making a fool out

me. Oh, let's cut the crap, shall we, Mr Carney?

Pete Farish was laying dodgy bets for you with the money you got from the bank

robbery. And he got himself kicked to death for his troubles.

Are you making this up as you go along?

We can tie it to the robbery, we can tie it to Terry Dean.

Well, charge me then.

Where's your proof?

Because you better have something. If you don't, you are going to fill the

with some of the best lawyers money can buy.

Why were you meeting Raymond Carney?

I'm saying nothing.

You were giving him inside information about the horses, weren't you?

Terry, You'll only make it worth it if you don't talk to him.

How much would you owe him, Terry?

Owe him?

You owed him money.

I didn't owe him anything.

Then why was he attacking you?

I don't know.

You'd have to ask him that.

I heard you were being made redundant.

Who told you that?

No thanks, no big payoff.

How did that make you feel?

After all these years?

Nothing to show for it?

I don't know what you're talking about.

I don't know what Forsyth got planned.

Thank you.

OK.

See you around, boys.

Aye. Catch you later.

Me and Terry deemed his being let go of.

That's right.

No payoff.

What's that?

I employ a lot of people. I can't afford overgenerality.

Or maybe he just found out what he was up to.

Wanted to avoid a scandal.

Not true.

Mr Versailles, you must have had an idea of what was going on.

Right. When this comes to court, we'll get you in. You can answer our questions

then. Jackie.

Look, I had an inkling things weren't right.

I just didn't want it dragged through the press.

Because of your wife's habit?

You can't blame me for wanting to protect her.

Was it her you were trying to protect?

Or your reputation?

I resent that.

You knew your stables were bent and you tried to hush it up.

Deal with it quietly.

People have died as a result, including your wife.

So why don't you tell us what you know?

I found these in Penny's clothes.

Betting slips.

We lost those races, despite being favourite.

Penny backed the losing horses.

Cooley was our jockey.

I know, Harry, but until I speak to London, there's nothing I can do about

That's right.

Look, Harry, can I call you back in ten minutes?

Yes.

OK, bye.

This had better be good.

Warren, if that's your office, I'm home.

Oh, this just gets better and better, eh?

So tell us about you and Mrs Versailles.

I've already been through this with the other guy.

Yeah, but you forgot to tell us that you were passing on information to her

about racing.

Who told you that?

Do you want to explain these to her?

Betting slips.

Is that what you'll tell the jockey club when I hand them on?

They don't prove anything.

No, but I'm sure they'll be very interested, especially with your

Look, she was worried about the money.

She didn't want for Scythe to notice how much she was spending on the coke.

So you helped her with a bit of inside info?

I would have done anything for her.

Like feed her habit?

No.

I loved her.

I was trying to get her off the stuff.

Where was she getting it from?

I don't know.

I don't. She wouldn't tell me.

Did you throw the racist poem?

No. Then how did you know you'd lose?

I suspected that Terry Deans was doping the horses.

All I ever did was give Carney some information.

Terry, we found the pills he used to dope the horses in your cottage.

Someone was kaputting there.

All right, Terry, listen to me.

Forget about the inside information and the rest.

Two people have been killed and you're involved.

Penny Forsyth found out about you, didn't she?

No. She threatened to expose you. She had to be stopped.

Look, I've never killed anybody.

Are you afraid of Carney?

You should be.

People who do business with him tend to end up dead.

You think I don't know that?

Look, I wanted it out.

I told him no more information, that's it.

But he said he'd phone you lot.

We had to let Carney go.

He's out there, waiting for you.

And now I'm going to let you go.

Might you take your chances?

No.

Please.

Did Carney get you to dope the horses?

Did he get you to kill Penny Forsyth?

I've told you that wasn't me.

Look, please don't tell Carney what I've said.

So, do you think we have enough to charge Mr Kearney? He'll just deny it.

word against Dean, he'll never get to court. Sir, we found this in Kearney's

office.

I know.

Panda Ramage.

Who suggested him for the job?

I did.

I mean, who suggested him to you?

It was Kearney, wasn't it?

He made me take him on.

I think he was there to keep an eye on me.

I thought Penny pathetic, the hiring.

She left it to me.

I think she was happy enough to have Ramage.

What do you mean?

You know about Habit?

He was supplying her.

What do you think?

Hold it.

But it's marked.

What are you doing with Panda Ramage's mobile number?

Ramage?

I don't remember who this is.

Don't give me your shit!

When I told you.

I don't remember who this is.

We'll see if he remembers you.

All right, hold it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. The race is suspended.

Get him off and bring the horse to the vet's enclosure.

Now.

You know a man called Raymond Carney?

Who is he?

Never mind.

Sir.

The horse has been doped.

Right. I'm taking you in.

Me? I never doped a horse.

I said move!

Stuart. Heroin.

Again.

We found this in your mattress.

So?

Well, your fingerprints are all over it, we've checked.

I never said it wasn't mine.

You want to tell us what was inside it?

I kept my stuff in it.

Papers. Money.

Heroin.

Cocaine.

Somebody sent me up.

You was applying coke to Perry Forsyth.

No way.

Dean's told me.

He's lying.

Who was getting the heroin?

Look, I know nothing about this.

And that is the honest truth.

Could Terry Deans be setting him up?

I don't see Deans as a dealer.

Well, Cooley, then?

There's a lot of heroin in that box, Jackie.

You don't carry that much around with a hell of a lot of clients.

I think he's lying.

I think he's been lying all along.

Sir,

we're across from Pander's Cottage.

We find a brazier with some ashes in it.

Looks like he managed to burn most of the clothes.

But the boots put on more of a fight.

All right.

Thanks, yeah.

This is the head of Peter Farish.

After somebody kicked him to death.

After you kicked him to death.

We found his blood in your boots.

We found Penny Forsyth's blood in one of your shirts. We know you were dealing

to some of the guys at the rehab centre.

I told you.

Somebody set me up.

Just cast iron, son.

You can't lie your way out of it.

The only thing I don't understand is why.

It was Carney.

Carney got you to kill Faris. He?

It's in the supplies of drugs.

That's what I meant.

And what was he doing?

Blackmailing you?

You know what he's like.

Once you're in with him, you don't cross him.

You do as he tells you.

And why did he get you to kill Perry Forsyth?

I don't know.

He never told me.

And you never asked?

You're caving her head in with a rock and you don't even know the reason why.

Can you think?

My head was just spinning.

But when you're in smart, you don't. I thought you'd kicked heroin.

Six months, I was queen.

First time in my life, I thought I was going somewhere.

But guys like Arnie never let you go.

Roll up your sleeves.

Show me your veins.

Oh, man, come on. I said roll up your sleeves. Look, I don't use my arms, do

All right, I'll get you stripped.

Check every vein in your body. No.

You can't do that.

I have to lie every day.

Because folk have always got something to hide.

So I play them at their own game.

And I'm good at it.

Just like you.

I learned to lie when I was young, on the streets, just like you.

Which is why I recognize a good liar when I see one.

So let's start again.

The truth this time. Why did you kill Penny Forsyth?

You wouldn't understand.

We come from the same place. If I don't understand, nobody will.

Why would you want to understand me?

I don't know.

I look back when I was young and up to your sort.

Maybe I could have turned out like you.

I know what you're doing.

But he's a friend.

Yeah, I'm talking.

I've seen it all before.

I was your friend.

Why?

Maybe because I thought you were worth it.

No, you've got your evidence now.

What more do you want?

To understand what happened to you that made you turn into this.

Like you once said, Mr Buck, I grew up.

Very clever.

Most folk managed to grow up without killing.

Penny Forsythe was in my way.

I was on the way up.

First time in my life, I was a somebody.

Not just some junkie nomark standing in a street corner.

I was on my way.

And never mind who got hurt in the process.

Feeding drugs to Donnie Miller, even though you knew it could kill him.

Can you even begin to imagine what that means?

Me.

Respect.

Position.

I could see something worth having.

All the things you got the straight way.

I wasn't born for that.

We were born the same.

Oh, were we?

Did your dad beat you up every night?

No, every night.

Your ma, known by vodka or water.

You were never the same.

All you ever wanted from me was to feel good about yourself.

Do you think I feel good looking at this every day?

Penny Forsyth.

She was just a cockade.

I saw her shagging coolly in the trees.

She threatened to expose me to Forsyth if I said anything.

She had no idea what she was messing with.

Your career.

Does that make you feel any better?

You had me believing in you.

I know.

I know that.

I was looking at you.

And I was hoping that just once, just one time, I'd got it wrong.

Look, I'm sorry, okay?

I never meant to make a fool of you.

I want to make a deal.

A deal?

It's what I do, remember?

You need my testimony to nail Kearney.

So I'll testify that Kearney hired me to kill Farish.

Get him charged.

What about Kearney?

We'll find another way to nail him.

Sir, Ramage is a few years less.

Are you still looking at plenty? I won't deal.

Sir, if all we've got is Terry Deans, it won't even get to court.

Without Ramage's testimony, Carney will walk.

I made deals before.

What's the difference here?

You think I should deal?

Yes, I do.

Carnie and Ramage inside together.

Ramage will be lucky to get out alive.

We deal and that boy's dead.

If Carnie walks with another million like Panda, for him to exploit.

Look, if it's any cost... Forget it.

Jackie, when's your next session at the rehab centre?

I don't think I'm going back, sir.

Put my name down for another go.