All language subtitles for Taggart s25e05 Lifeline

You're not superhuman, Jackie.

I never said I was.

No, but I think you feel just being in
this room talking to me is a sign of

weakness.

Can I be honest?

Please do.

I think this is just the powers that be
covering themselves.

Got to make it look like they care.

Might get sued otherwise.

What difference does it make?

Why not take advantage of the situation?

Because I see it as a pointless
exercise.

It doesn't need to be.

If you can let off steam, talk about the
pressures in your life.

What makes you think I've got any?

Everybody does.

And you're in a job where enormous
levels of stress are par for the course.

Yeah, exactly.

Par for the course.

Same for all of us.

Whining about it won't make it go away.

You're not whining.

I'm sorry, I need to go.

You know where I am.

Yeah.

Derek McGrath, 56 years old, ran a
second -hand boot shop.

His wife found him in his car. She was
doing CPR when the ambulance got here.

A lot of medics reckon he was cold. Been
dead hours.

So, carbon monoxide poisoning his coat
of death?

Look in that way. They were still
missing with the upper eye problem work

.20, the usual time.

Nothing from earlier today? Nobody
hanging about?

No, it's a quiet street.

If there was something going on, it'd
get noticed.

Sorry, folks.

Sorry. Nice of you to join us.

I was with that counsellor woman.

Worth the bloody time. Well, what had to
do it, Jackie? Part of the job these

days. Yeah.

What have I got? A possible suicide.

More than possible, I found it in his
car.

Lifeline Central.

Let's go and talk to the widow.

Derek did not kill himself.

Mrs McGrath, we appreciate this is a
dreadful time for you. He wouldn't do

You don't understand.

Well, we're trying to.

When did you last see your husband?

This morning.

He was going into the shop, as usual.

Did he seem upset or distracted?

It was the normal start of the day.

Mrs McGrath, we found a leaflet in your
husband's car.

It was for a helpline that deals with
depression and suicidal impulses.

Lifeline Central.

He was a volunteer.

That's what he did with his spare time.

Taught people out of committing suicide.

That's how I know he never... Never...
Sorry.

You and Stuart stay here. Keep talking
to Mrs McGrath. Get a socket to cover

whole house. Are we ruling out suicide?

I'm not ruling out anything.

Derek McGrath bookshop. Let's check it
out.

Look, I'm out of work. I'll need to call
you back. New boyfriend?

What's wrong, Jackie?

Oh, things are just going from bad to
worse these days.

Doesn't look like he came in at all
today.

Well, he could have died any time after
she went to her work. Or she could have

killed him before she left.

She said herself.

I want the suicide.

Is this you going through the motions,
or do you believe me?

Well, can you think of any reason why
someone would want your husband dead?

No. He was a good man.

Is there anything of value missing from
the house?

Nothing. You've checked?

I notice.

Is there anything out of place?

Not really.

Anything at all?

Derek's breakfast things aren't in the
sink.

I usually have to put them in the
dishwasher, but not today.

Dishwasher's still warm.

What difference does it make?

Could be someone trying to get rid of
fingerprints or DNA.

Can't see a place like this paying for a
house like that.

He made a pile of money in insurance,
apparently.

Took early retirement.

The wife reckons this was just a hobby.

I'm getting the impression he didn't
exactly keep his nose to the grindstone.

Looks like he kept himself busy on flow
days.

Nearly empty.

Get the forensic lads to examine that
blanket thing.

I call that a throw these days, boss.

Is that right?

I'm more interested in what it might
tell us about any female visitors Mr

McGrath entertained here.

Could be the wife, nipping in for a bit
of afternoon delight.

Could be.

Either way, it'll make for an
interesting conversation.

So what's the next step, Jackie?

Well, let's get the car down to the
station. I'll give the boss a cally.

OK, guys, we need a transporter.

Your account is not available at this
time.

Please contact customer support.

Jackie, ask the boss if he wants to meet
us back at the station.

Jackie?

Yeah, I'm... I'm not getting a signal.

McGrath had a cosy wee love nest in the
back room of his bookshop.

Sofa, champagne.

Half -empty packet of condoms. An
affair.

I think it's a possibility.

And if the wife found out? Yeah, but she
tried to convince us it wasn't suicide.

Why do that if she killed him? She gave
us the DNA swab, no problem.

Nobody said she was a nailed -on
certainty. Hold on.

Jackie, there's someone asking for you
at the front desk.

Sure, get on to the lab.

Take up that result.

Sir.

Jack Van Reed?

Yes. Detective Sergeant Jacqueline Weed?
Yes, is there something I can help you

with? I represent RFP Finance Limited,
and I'm here to present you with a final

notice for overdue monies owed in your
name to... I've already dealt with this.

...owed in your name to several parties.

They sent a debt collector to my place
of work?

That is correct.

It's essential that we put in place a
repayment plan.

Would you mind keeping your voice down?

My ex -husband's name's in this.

Certain of the agreements were entered
into on a joint basis, yes? Yes.

But the only trouble is, he's dead.

Well, our records clearly show... Well,
your records are obviously wrong.

OK. Give me the letter.

You can go now.

Jackie, post -mortem was the cause of
death as carbon monoxide poisoning.

There was Rohypnol in his bloodstream
too.

Rohypnol? Enough to flatten an elephant.

He was drugged, dumped in a car and left
to die.

So where are we going?

Lifeline Central, please.

These people are supposed to be good
listeners.

These people are good at talking.

Alone.

It's just about the most frightening
word in the English language, isn't it?

But you're not alone.

We're here.

Any time you get low again, just pick up
the phone.

You feel worthless inside, but you're
not, I promise you.

There'll always be someone ready to
help, OK?

Now, remember, we're expecting Derek
McGrath to walk through the door

Let's see how they react to the news.

Excuse me.

Can I help?

Do you work here?

Yes, I do.

Are you here for a consultation?

I'm Detective Chief Inspector Buck.
These are my colleagues.

Please. Only best if we talk inside.

Clara, everything all right?

Yes, yes. You go home, love.

My husband, he's a warrior.

I'll let you in.

Call me if you want to pick it up,
darling.

This is my good time.

The police are here.

Hi, my name's Stephen Gower. I kind of
run things here. What can we do for you?

I'd like to speak to all your staff.

Volunteers. No one does this for money.

No offence, man.

You know we can't talk about the callers
under any circumstances.

That's not why we're here, necessarily.

Then what are you after?

Well, your name would be a start.

Of course, it's Eric Rogan.

So, what's this all about?

Are you expecting anyone else this
evening?

Yes, yes, they should be here by now,
actually.

Sorry I'm late.

So, what exactly happened?

Well, I'm afraid I'm not at liberty to
reveal details of his death until after

we've completed our investigation.

So, I'm stunned.

I can't believe this is happening.

I'm not going to go to pieces.

Derek wouldn't have wanted that.

He'd tell us to keep answering the
phones, leave our personal problems at

door.

Did he have personal problems?

Not that I know of, really.

He was completely devoted to helping
people.

You know how rare it is to meet someone
like that, Detective Sergeant?

Yeah, I suppose it is.

I just mean he taught me a lot.

How to talk to people.

When it was best just to shut up and
listen.

And did Conrad establish a relationship
with particular volunteers?

We tend to discourage that, actually.

It becomes a dependency.

It's not very psychologically healthy.

If Derek was helping someone, straight
away he knew how to relate to them. What

made them tick?

He'd have been a good policeman.

Did he ever meet with people face to
face?

Well, that is frowned upon.

I wouldn't be a bit surprised if he did.

He'd have kept it to himself, though, to
stay around with Stephen.

Did they not get on?

Stephen's been doing this for a long
time.

He thinks he has a system that seems to
work.

And how was your working relationship
with Mr McGrath?

We didn't always say eye to eye.

Because he got too personally involved?

You establish a one -to -one
relationship with somebody and then your

circumstances change or you get sick
or... You die.

I mean, there could be people out there
relying on Derek right now.

How are we meant to explain this?

I'll need details of anybody who was in
regular contact with Mr McGrath. And I'm

afraid you'll need a court order.

Robbie organised a warrant. A warrant
into their phone records.

Oh, and the double fist goes after
dinner brandy.

Were you after something in particular?

Wanting an idea of the kind of things
you guys deal with?

Well, lots of ways for people to get
into trouble.

Thanks.

This isn't going to be easy.

Anyone that called in could have started
a personal relationship.

Yeah. Does that mean that anyone that
spoke to McGrath could be a suspect?

Hmm?

Jackie, is everything okay?

Yeah. Why wouldn't you be?

Oh!

Do you want me to drive?

I'm going to make a call to you.

Your account has been discontinued.

Please contact your service provider.

Sure, I'll need to borrow your phone.

So that's in both locations, John?

Yeah.

OK, good. Thank you.

Soccer results.

Traces of semen in the back seat of the
car and spermicidal fluid from a condom.

For using a car, does that suggest a
prostitute?

It's throwing the bookshop test at the
same.

More bet on the side than working girl.

Get back out of the house.

Ask Mrs McGrath in the most delicate way
possible how she thought her husband

was being unfaithful.

As if she hadn't suffered enough today.

Yeah. Well, that's why you need to be
delicate.

Diane, I'm afraid we have to ask you
some pretty intimate questions.

I don't understand.

Would you say that you and your husband
had a particularly adventurous sex life?

What? What the hell does that have to do
with you?

It's just we found some evidence of
sexual activity in your husband's car.

The car?

Yes.

And? At his shop.

Good God.

I take it you weren't involved at either
of those locations?

No, of course I wasn't.

Are you sure? Yeah.

Yeah, I'm afraid so.

Derek, my Derek, was having sex in his
car.

Did you suspect he might have been
seeing someone else?

Hang on for a second. I can hardly
believe it now.

We know it must be difficult for you.

Oh, no, you don't.

You have no idea.

Or you wouldn't come into my house and
spout this filth about...

Oh, God.

Would you like some water?

Yes, please.

I'll go.

Radar.

No, this isn't her phone. She just used
it earlier.

She's busy right now. Can I take a
message?

Yeah.

Any sign of that warrant yet, Robbie?

Yeah, yeah, it came in ten minutes ago.

Oh, well, let's get on with it, man, for
God's sake.

Yeah, I am, boss.

It's made a start on the phone record.

And?

Well, I'm assuming you found something
since you look like you've been hit in

the head with a shovel.

I just... I recognise one of the numbers
on this list. Someone who called

Lifeline Central.

Spit it out, Robbie.

It's Jackie.

Jackie's number is on this list.

OK, well, I don't think she knew.

No.

If she didn't know, the affair wasn't a
motive.

No, she was totally in the dark.

People are secret, don't they?

Well, if there's anything this job tells
you.

Listen, Jackie.

What?

Is there anything you need to talk
about?

What do you mean?

I got a call for you on my phone.

They said they were from a debt
collecting agency.

It's a mistake.

A fair mistake.

I've been trying to sort it out for
weeks.

The guy sounded pretty serious.

Just drop it, Stuart.

There's nothing for you to worry about.

Whatever you say.

And not a word to anyone.

Do you understand?

Yes.

Good.

Well, Diane McGrath had no idea her
husband was having sex with somebody

If she's lying, she's good at it.

Maybe they can't picture her killing him
under a jealous rage. Listen, the boss

wants to see you.

What about it?

Er, he, erm... There was this call...
Jackie.

A what?

This is my home phone number.

Yes. So was it... You don't think I
called... Jackie. Sir, you don't think I

called this helpline? Somebody did.

Last week, 3am for 20 minutes.

Has anybody else got access to your
phone?

No.

Sir, this is a mistake.

A crossed line or a coincidence. Well,
that's kind of unlikely.

Don't you think?

OK, Jackie. OK, Jackie what?

It's late. We're all tired.

Go home and get some rest.

Is that an order, sir?

If it had to be.

I think it's time we all called it a
night.

Yeah, I've seen it before.

Yeah? The job.

Sometimes people just hit a brick wall.

And you think that's what's happening to
Jackie?

Oh, I don't know.

I hope not.

I think she's got things on her mind.

Like what?

Money worries.

I don't want to say too much, because I
don't know for certain.

Well, we'll all just need to keep an eye
on her, won't we?

You'll shout, by the way.

I think the news about Derek's really
starting to get to us.

Of course.

It's bound to.

I'm... going to go home.

I'm no use to anyone here.

Listen, I'll give you a lift.

There's no need, really.

Well, after more questions, though, it
may be better to ask you than take one

these guys away from the phone.

You take care, Rachel.

See, I had this image of lonely and
desperate people.

People can be desperate and lonely and
no one around them would know it.

Derek called it the spiral of despair.

And you'd really feel they can't ask for
help except from people like you.

We can't do much in practical terms.

We listen.

We try to offer comfort.

This is me.

Well, thanks for your help.

You're welcome.

Only you didn't ask me much about Derek.

You know, this was more general
background stuff.

I can sit and talk for a while if you
want.

Seriously, it's not me, it's a friend of
mine.

You're concerned?

I don't know.

It's someone who would...

I hate the idea of being worried about
or fussed over. You know what I mean?

And you think they're in trouble?

I think they might be.

Well, don't give up on them.

Could be they'll need all the help they
can get.

Excuse me.

I live at number 17.

Aye, I'll be there in a sec. No, it's
okay.

I'm just a wee bit worried that some of
my mail might have gone astray.

I don't see how.

This is my regular route. I drop four or
five items at your place most days.

As many as that?

Aye. Mainly junk mines. Stuff you just
chuck in the bin.

I've got an issue with some bills.

Aye, you probably chuck them too.

Easy to mix them in with the important
stuff when you're swimming chit -a

-floggy alone.

Yeah.

Probably. You should shred it all,
though.

You can't be too careful.

No.

No, you can't.

The carbon monoxide was the fatal
ingredient.

But the real murder weapon was the
Rohypnol used to render Derek McGrath

helpless. Yeah, drug squad reckon that
Callum Walker might be the best place to

start. Well, he has the one -stop shop
when it comes to illegal substances.

Well, we just want to know who's been
buying Rohypnol.

I can't see him coughing up his client
list.

Well, he might if the alternatives have
in the polish on his face.

Great.

That's the right way to start the day.
But not for you. I'm sending Stuart and

Jackie. Of course.

You'll be working on the list of callers
from the helpline.

And I'm not to be trusted with that one.

Are you fit for work, D .S. Reid?

Yes, sir.

Then do the job you've been given.

Come on, Robbie.

Angela Boyle called four days ago, spoke
for about an hour.

She'll be delighted if he has one, eh?

You excited to come shopping with Mommy
today?

Yeah?

Yeah, I called the helpline, but not
because I was in a bad way.

I'm sorry if this is intrusive, but why
else would you call them?

To say thank you.

For getting me through the bad times?

What sort of bad times?

Oh, about the worst you can imagine.

I was raped, Detective Inspector.

Three years ago.

I see.

No, I don't think you do.

Because I got through that.

I reported it. They caught the guy.

And I stood in a witness box and told a
court full of people what he'd done to

me. And none of that made me suicidal.

So what did then?

The bastard walked.

Okay?

Walked free.

and that night I wasn't sure I could go
on.

So I made a call.

A few calls, in fact.

And here I am.

Here we are.

Do you remember who you spoke to?

It was different each time.

It's not about a particular person. It's
just the idea that someone's there for

you. I see.

Well, thank you for your time.

Why are you so interested?

One of the volunteers was murdered.

Jesus.

Who'd want to kill them?

I think I've worked it out.

It's ID fraud, plain and simple.

Do you think so?

Yeah. I think someone's grabbed some
bills from my rubbish, used it to set up

fake credit cards. I think it's been
going on for a while. So what are you

to do about it?

I've already spoken to the bank, but
I'll sort the rest of it out when I've

five minutes.

You reckon it's just a random thing?

Yeah, it's nothing.

Yeah, but how does that explain his
phone call to Lifeline Central?

Yeah, well, there's only one answer to
that, and it sounds paranoid on top of

everything else.

Somebody's out to get him.

Mr Walker.

Officers?

Ah, did you see that, DC Fraser?

He knew exactly who he was dealing with,
even before we introduced ourselves

properly. Must be a sidekick.

Experience is what I am.

Enough not to talk to you without my
legal representation.

You don't need a lawyer.

You're too smart for that.

Running your little empire from your
laptop.

Never really touches money.

Certainly never touches drugs.

Drugs?

This is my addiction of choice,
officers.

Yeah, we drink a lot of coffee in our
line of work.

Oh.

See, there was three shots of espresso
in that one.

Strong.

And thick.

And that's just the start.

What do you want?

Information.

Rehypno.

Sometime last week. Who bought it? When?

And where?

Email us.

Bet you made a spare laptop.

Leave me a phone.

Stephen's stains on the floor were a few
days old.

Probably happened when he was trying to
get rid of the condo.

Same kind of thing at the bookshop.

And apart from that, nothing?

Nothing. It's like the car's been
valeted.

Looks like the killer was trying to
cover his tracks.

Killer didn't clean this car.

The victim did.

So?

The guy's having an affair.

Now, it's easy to overlook a stain once
it's dried. But a long hair?

The scent of perfume.

You've got to get rid of that before the
wife clocks it.

Two of you get back out of the house.

Check through his bins, bin bags, hoover
bags, cleaning cloths.

There you go.

Derek was forever cleaning his car.

I never dreamt it was because... Diane,
is there anything else that comes to

mind about your husband's behaviour?

I don't think I paid him enough
attention to notice.

We're in luck.

It's full.

If she ever was in the back seat with
Derek, she'll have left something

Oh, hi.

Hello again.

Do you mind if we come in?

I was just on my way out.

Well, we have a few more questions and
we'll take it along.

Mrs McGrath, we'll leave you in peace
now.

Oh, that's okay. My colleagues are
going.

I hope that's not because of us.

No, not at all.

I was glad to use you as an excuse,
actually.

All these well -wishers, it can get a
bit overwhelming.

So will you be okay on your own?

I'll get used to it, won't I?

Do you get what you need?

We'll soon find out.

We think Mr McGrath was seeing someone
before he died.

He was married?

Yes, well, these things happen.

You've got that wrong.

No, Clara, we haven't.

Derek was involved in a textual
relationship with someone other than his

Do you have any idea who that person
might have been?

No.

We were thinking of the centre, you
know.

I mean, an intense environment, people
thrown together.

Oh, my God.

You mean me?

Oh, excuse me.

May I get a top -up? No, babe.

These gentlemen are just leaving.

If you're sure you can't help us with
this particular line of inquiry... I'm

positive.

Stuart, do any of you have come up with
a hair sample?

From the Carvac.

Yeah, they don't think it's Diane's
colouring, but it could be either of the

girls from the centre.

Shall we try and convince them to give
us a DNA sample? Well, that's easier

than done.

Stuart, can I ask you a favour?

Sure. It's just between you and me.

I don't want Robbie or the boss to know.

OK. Well, someone going through a trauma
can hide it from those closest to them.

They feel ashamed of feeling worthless,
become secretive, defeatful even.

That's really something to look out for.

Yeah.

Why is that?

Well, usually that means things are
pretty far gone.

So what if someone was... Actually,
we're here to see Rachel.

I'll just go and get her.

I think we should try and focus on the
job in hand.

Don't you?

Yeah, sure, boss, but I mean, they heard
the play that Jackie... Yeah, I'm

worried about Jackie too. But the
occasion's got to come first, all right?

I know.

Good.

You wanted to talk to me?

Oh, you're looking a bit out of shape
than you were last night.

Life goes on.

That's what we're all about.

Still, Inspector Ross fed you in a bit
of a bad way.

Were you particularly close to Mr
McGrath?

Meaning?

Come on, Chief Inspector, I'm a grown
-up.

Were you having an affair?

That's a direct question.

Should make for a direct answer, then.
No.

I was not having an affair.

Next question.

Would you be surprised to hear that
Derek was being come on?

I've been doing this a long time. I
like... Oh, Jesus Christ.

OK, I'll go ahead.

Stephen, Eric!

Not again.

That bastard!

Her husband.

That's it, I'm going over there.
Stephen, that's not what we do. Mr

right. You leave him to us.

TTI, Buck. Get me a SWAT car.

You can't keep me here!

I'm going home.

I'm going to go home and really suck
that slut out. I'll pull her to the

Is it just me or does that sound like a
confession?

Not exactly in full possession of his
faculties at the moment.

He's got a motive if he thinks Clara was
having an affair with McGrath.

Yeah, he probably just thinks that
because he overheard us this evening.

I think we'll just let him flip it off.

So, Clara and Derek were the nighting?

Well, she flat out denied it, as does
Rachel.

We might have a way to prove it.

We found a hair strand in McGrath's car.

It doesn't seem to match his wife.

You know, I gave Rachel a lift home last
night. She might have left traces in my

car, which we could test against the
hair you found.

Do it.

OK, but it'll be morning before the lab
get back to us. No, I'll give laughing

boy a chance to sober up.

How's the widow doing, by the way?

Not too bad.

She had a visitor when we were there.
She said it was a colleague.

Yeah, she couldn't get rid of him quick
enough. A colleague?

Her alibi puts her at work when Derek
was killed.

Check it out with her office tomorrow.

Morning, Stuart.

Any luck with the files?

No. I checked your arrest history.
There's no recent releases and no one

might hold a grudge.

Are you sure?

Yes.

To be honest, Jackie, I don't see how
messing up your credit rating is going

be anyone's idea for revenge.

Yeah, well, I think someone's been in my
house.

Really?

When?

I don't know.

Things have been moved around.

There's scratches on the lock. I think
it's been picked.

It's not exactly proof, is it?

Yeah, well, tell me something I don't
know, Stuart.

Who's the boss?

He's checking Philip Taylor's hangover.

Are you not going to answer that?

Fraser.

I can't remember a thing about last
night, you know.

Let me refresh your memory.

You assaulted your wife.

She suffered severe facial injuries and
broken fingers where she tried to

protect herself.

He also spoke in violent terms about
Derek McGrath.

The recently deceived Derek McGrath.

Barks had got what was coming to him, I
believe was the exact phrase.

So did he, Philip?

Did he deserve to be murdered?

No, no, of course not.

What, even if he was sleeping with your
wife?

Which he wasn't.

But if you thought he was, a man with
your violent temper... I didn't kill

Look, I get a bit wound up when I've had
a drink, that's all.

But sober, I know Clara wouldn't cheat
on me.

She wouldn't dare.

You seem awful sure about that.

I am.

Same as I know she won't press charges
over last night.

I'll be out of here in no time.

You know, there was a time when people
in this job would have beaten a

confession out of a suspect like him.

You know, he could be anything, Robbie.

That's just a legal technicality.

God forbid us to make the job any easier
for us.

So how's our overnight guest?

Far too comfortable for my liking.

So if Philip walks, where does that
leave us? With Diane, maybe.

I spoke to her work. She left office at
one o 'clock on the day of the murder.

She told us he didn't go home till five.

Is that enough to bring her in? No.

Get out of the house.

See if any more colleagues turn up. She
goes out thick with her.

So what about Mr Walker?

I thought we were going to chase him up
about the rehypnol. Oh, you can handle

that, can't you?

Yeah, of course.

Right.

Will you be all right?

Oh, for God's sake, Stuart.

Your wee pal not around today?

I don't need to come in mob -handed for
the likes of you.

You should be nice to me.

I was just about to ring you.

Well, I am being nice.

I've saved you the price of a call.

That a hypno was bought by a woman?

Not something you see every day.

When and where?

Friday. You got a description?

You think my operative is going to sit
down with a sketch artist?

I think your operative will do exactly
as you're told.

People in my line of work don't remember
individual customers.

The only reason this deal stuck in the
guy's mind is that it was a woman buying

her a hypno.

That not enough for you?

Right.

Okay, good work.

That was Jackie.

Apparently it was a woman who bought the
Rohit mill. I think I know who.

Aye, Rachel.

No, Diane.

Well, this DNA report puts Rachel in the
car and in the bookshelf. I was sure it

put Diane in the Merchant City with a
fancy man.

So we've got two people with a motive.

I'm not sure about your affair with
Derek McGrath.

You said there was nothing going on.

Yeah. That was a lie.

Diane, you were shocked at the thought
of your husband being unfaithful?

Yes. Because you didn't think he was the
type?

No.

I teach in a Catholic primary school.

Do you know what would happen to me if
it came out?

How long had you been having an affair?

A few months.

And you're single?

Yes.

Idiot. sex in his bookshop and in the
back of his car.

Yes. McGrath never just came out to your
house.

We liked, he liked... It was more...

exciting.

More... clandestine.

Sorted might be another word.

When we spoke to you at your house,
just...

After you found Derek's body.

You told us you'd just come back from
your work.

Yeah.

We checked with your office.

They say you left just after one.

So that leaves about four hours
unaccounted for.

You'd like me to account for them now,
is that it?

Yeah.

I took a long lunch.

Is that the same restaurant you were in
today?

With the same man?

Yes.

And you were there all afternoon?

No.

After lunch we went to a hotel room.

And your colleague, he can verify all
this?

He might lie.

He's married too.

I knew you wouldn't understand. That's
why I never said anything. No, but I do

understand.

I understand how intense these things
can get.

Obsessive, even, you know.

Emotions run high.

Well, yeah, but... Oh, wait.

Wait.

You don't think that... that I killed
him?

Well, maybe Derek ended the affair.

He felt used, mistreated, angry.

Oh, no.

Please.

You have to believe me. Why?

Why should I? You've done nothing but
lie to him.

Tell us where you were when McGrath was
killed.

I was on my way to the shop to meet him.

I saw you there, both of you.

Why would I go there if I'd already
killed him?

Great. We've got two women. I've already
lied to her, asking her to take them at

their word.

We could speak to Diane's lover, see if
her alibi stands up.

And if he lies to protect her?

We need to keep this simple.

The Rohypnol was the murder weapon.

Let's make the dealer remember selling
it to either of them.

Photographs? I think we can do better
than that.

I saw

you.

Saw me?

One night.

I dropped him off at the centre just as
you were getting there.

I never suspected a thing.

Look, I don't think we should be
talking.

Surely you and I don't have anything to
hide from each other.

What do you expect me to say?

Sorry would be a start.

Right, ladies over here, please.

No.

Nothing like it.

None of them.

Look, the last haircut I'll do is pale,
slim.

She had bruises everywhere.

OK, you can go.

Am I getting a lift back?

Aye, cos that's our number one priority.

Poor this man.

Now what?

Pale.

Covered in bruises.

Clara?

I know you've had a tough few days,
Clara, but...

Do you have some more questions about
Derek?

I understand.

It's your job.

You seemed shocked when we told you that
he was having an affair.

I was.

You never felt let down by Derek?

God, no.

I owe him my life.

Really?

How's that?

I made a call one night after Philip had
been, you know...

And Derek answered.

I got through it.

Started helping others all because of
him.

You know, Clara, we can protect you a
lot more if you prefer charges.

I haven't got the stomach for that.

But I am going to leave him.

That's my way of honouring Derek's
memory.

Sir, I managed to track down the
arresting officer on the Angela Boyle

case. I bet you were popular.

Cops love talking about the guilty ones
that got away.

He didn't get away for long.

Lawrence Carpenter, he was acquitted in
March, killed in a car accident in July.

Suspicious? He was drunk, already banned
and uninsured.

Crashed into a wall.

And a thorough investigation followed,
no doubt.

The guy I spoke to wasn't losing sleep
over it.

I suppose a son might say Carpenter got
what was coming to him.

Not you, though, sir.

Well, wish Helena Rapist who walked
free.

Never. All right, then. File it under
dead end.

I should go over.

She's staying with family.

How is she?

Not good.

As you can imagine.

She's probably better off without him,
eh?

Well, I don't know.

What do you think, Stephen?

Is she better off without him?

In a word, yes.

Only you said you were going to go over.

Sort him out.

Look, I was just angry. I wouldn't have
the nerve to actually do anything. It's

not in me. Still.

I'll need to know where you were between
nine and ten this evening. On my way

here. We all were.

Yep.

All en route.

All alone.

Look, it's a hit and run, isn't it?

I'd be happy for you to check my car if
it'll help. Yeah, mine too.

I won't be necessary.

The car that killed Philip was stolen
and abandoned half a mile from the scene

of crime.

Bonto. No incriminating evidence.

then I'm sorry, I don't see how any of
us can help you.

We're now dealing with two murders, at
least.

At least?

The guy who raped Angela Boyle, Lawrence
Carpenter. He died in a car accident.

It could be a link.

Yeah, but does it look like the work of
the same person? I mean, McGrath made

you look like suicide, Carpenter.

At least it looked like an accident.

There's none of that with Philip. No
attempt to hide that it's a murder.

If it is the same killer, it could mean
they're losing control.

No, I'm with Robbie.

It's not just the MO that's different,
it's the motive.

Punish the wife -beater, punish the
rapist.

Why punish McGrath?

Does it affair?

No, it's hardly in the same league.

All right, different MO, different
motive. But they're all linked to

Central. I'm going to go back and talk
to Angela.

See what she remembers about the
volunteers she spoke to.

Come on, Robbie.

This is a list of cons with Joy riding
her car theft in the records.

Goes back years.

Yeah. I asked for that.

It's all the people I've arrested.

And?

Well, if the car that killed Philip was
stolen and we cross -referenced that to

fraud... Fraud?

Well, identity theft, really.

What are you talking about?

Well, it's my belief that these crimes
are linked in some way to someone who's

got a grudge against me.

My office.

Now!

I'm in charge of this investigation.

Yes, sir.

It's your job to follow any leads that I
decide are relevant. Yes, sir. So what

are you playing at?

Why are you wasting time? I'm not
wasting time.

I'm sure there's a link. I know there
is. I just don't know what it is yet.

Oh, for God's sake, Jackie, I am trying
to help you through this bad patch.

Whatever it is, whatever's brought it
on, I don't know... Brought it on?

I'm being targeted, sir. You're under
pressure. I know.

And I know there's money worries
involved.

But I don't... Pardon?

Jackie.

DS Reid! That was helpful.

What do you mean? Talking about the
behind my back.

I was concerned. How long have we worked
together, Stuart? Whatever happened to

trust? Jackie. Don't you know me at all?

Yes, we do.

And the Jackie we know doesn't stand in
the middle of the incident room shouting

at her junior colleague. She doesn't
storm out of her DCI's office in the

of a discussion about her professional
conduct.

You're not yourself, Jackie. You don't
understand.

Someone's messing with me.

They're out to get me.

Listen, maybe you just need to take some
time off.

I think that would be for the best.

Take as long as you need.

Let's go, Robbie.

It's like I told you.

I spoke to different people.

Did any of them want to know details?

Details? About your trial. About your
attacker.

No.

It was me they cared about.

All of them.

Could you have mentioned Carpenter by
name during any of these conversations?

It's possible.

What's all this about?

What aren't you telling me?

Thanks, June.

Look, I'm sorry.

Oh, don't be.

You were worried about me.

Maybe you were right to be worried about
me.

We just want what's best for you,
Jackie.

Even the boss.

I know.

Carpenter's dead?

Yes.

You had no idea?

None.

Thank you.

You've made my day.

That's not why we're here. No, but if
you think I'm going to help you find

whoever did it, you must be insane. This
is not just about you, Angela.

We think the same person who killed
Carpenter might have killed two other

now. It's not my problem. Including one
of the volunteers who probably helped

you through your ordeal. I don't care.

I tried doing things right, obeying the
rules, following the system, and it got

me nowhere.

If someone else feels like dispensing
justice on my behalf, fantastic.

Thanks very much.

What now?

Did she buy the rehypnol from you? Yes.

Just look at the photograph and answer
the question.

Did she buy the rehypnol?

No.

Her?

No.

Her? No.

What about this one?

No. Look again.

No. Well, maybe it's the lighting in
here, mate.

Maybe you'll see better down at the
station.

What are you going to do, drag us out in
front of all the troops?

Are you sure?

Are you sure?

Let's get that gig though!

I can't exactly remember what I said, so
I must have been in a pretty bad way.

I wondered if you could ask if anyone
remembers me?

Sure. What's your name?

My name's Jackie.

OK, hold on, I'll just check.

Sir, the stolen car that hit Philip
checked out. It went missing round the

corner from the pub.

Yeah, it sounds a lot more impulsive,
doesn't it?

Usually when that happens, the killer
makes mistakes, we get closer to them.

But not this time.

So far, the Rohypnol's the only concrete
piece of evidence we've got.

So it's back looking for the junkie who
bought it. Yeah, that good old

-fashioned leg one. Come on, we'll start
on the east end.

Right, got it.

I'm a police officer.

I haven't done anything.

Then why are you running away?

What?

I just... I don't like police, right?

Yeah, I get that a lot.

But you're different. You panicked and
ran.

What are you hiding?

Nothing. Look, if you're shoplifting, I
don't care. If you're on the game, I

don't care.

I'm not.

All I want to know is if you bought
anything other than heroin in the last

What do you mean?

I think you know exactly what I mean.

I'm talking about Rohypnol.

Me? That?

No way. Don't lie to me.

It wasn't for me.

So who was it for?

Come on, who did you buy Rohypnol for?

Just... just... just a guy.

Thanks for seeing me. I know it's late.

That's okay.

Can't really do my job nine to five.

Yeah, well, I don't think I can do my
job at all.

What makes you say that?

Things have happened to make people
question my judgement.

Myself included.

You're under pressure. So are my
colleagues, but they're doing fine. You

compare yourself to others.

There was a call to a helpline.

It was from my phone.

I see.

I don't remember doing it.

Yeah, well, there's other stuff too.

There's death.

Unpaid bills. It's easy to let things
get away from you. I'm not like that.

That's just not me.

Well, then you have to ask yourself,
what are the other possible

It's like as if I'm being singled out.

Punished.

It's strange because it fits with the MO
of the case that I'm working on.

Punished for what?

I don't know.

Maybe the killer... Jackie, I'm here to
help solve problems, not crimes.

Sounds to me like you're trying to make
the case fit with the personal

difficulties you're going through.

Do you see what I'm saying?

Yeah, I understand.

This is about you, not work.

You don't get it.

It's not me in the one hand and work in
the other.

What I do is what I am.

We've only spoken a few times, but I did
pick that up. I do get it. No, that's

the problem.

If I'm not functioning as a cop, I'm not
functioning.

Look, I see all sorts of issues in here.

Alcohol issues, anger, paranoia,
depression.

None of that applies to you.

You are under a lot of stress, yes, but
like you said, par for the course.

So I should just... One of these days,
you are going to be in trouble. You are

going to be close to the edge.

I want you to trust me enough to be able
to come back here when you really need

to.

Thanks.

So go on, then.

Get out there and function as a cop.

If that's going to make everything else
all right.

Yeah, well, they didn't know everything
else, but... I know what you mean.

The guy told her he wasn't going to use
their own hypnol on a woman.

Yeah?

She believed him.

Oh, of course she did.

What does she care?

She'd tell her granny if it put a needle
in her arm.

Yeah, maybe so.

But he cared.

He felt he had to persuade her.

Communicate with her.

Reach out.

Someone from Lifeline.

I've got the photographs.

Run them by her.

Where's my bag? I need a smoke.

Get a fag. I want an earthquake.

I can't stay here.

I need a hit.

Can... Can you thwart me out?

I can arrange for a doctor to give you a
dose of methadone.

OK.

OK. Good.

First I need you to concentrate for me.

Just for a wee while.

I think you can do that.

Aye. All right.

Now, you take your time.

Tell me.

Is this the man you bought the rehypnol
for?

This one?

Aye.

Maybe. You sure?

No.

I'm not sure.

Sir. What is it? I found this credit
card.

It's got Brian Holmes' name on it.

Jackie's husband?

Yeah.

Where did you get this card?

I said, where did you get this card?

From... from him.

You drink too much anyway.

Hi, dear. I can't come to the phone at
the moment. If you leave your message...

There's always lots of empty wine
bottles in your bins.

Jackie, it's me.

We've got our man.

It's Rogan from Lifeline.

Robbie and Stuart have gone to pick him
up, so your instincts were right all

along. I would have got there sooner if
we'd listened to you.

I'm sorry, Jackie.

So get a good night's sleep.

We'll sort out Rogan together in the
morning.

Good night.

Carpenter was a rapist.

Philip was a wife -beater.

And Derek, he just... he just had an
affair.

Petty, seedy adultery is one thing.

But using the centre to pick up a woman.

Rachel.

Using the work we do to impress her,
seduce her.

That was disgusting.

You punish them?

Why punish me?

What gives you the right?

I was sent down.

Not guilty.

You were in prison?

I was on remand.

Three months.

Three months of hell.

And then... Actually, our mistake.
You're free to go. I'd remember that.

I'd remember you. I didn't send you
down.

No.

Your husband did.

My husband?

All this because of my husband?

You've never really understood hurt,
have you?

Never understood being the victim.

Oh, you broke in here.

All this stuff with the debts and the
bills.

You used my phone to come in! That's
nothing compared to what I went through,

believe me!

I was branded a pervert!

Do you know what happened to sex
offenders?

What the other inmates do?

I was an innocent man!

Why are you here? What do you want now?

I couldn't get your husband.

So I got the next best thing.

Now, I need closure.

Could

I

speak to DCI Bert, please?

Yeah.

Hello, sir.

Yeah, sorry I couldn't speak to you
earlier.

I had a visitor.