All language subtitles for Taggart s16e05 Falling In Love.eng

Amen.

Right, guys, you get kitted up here.
There's your boiler suits. Pick a boiler

suit. And the seats over there, and the
seats around here. I've never seen an

orange shroud before.

Hell, eh?

Tangerine green. Good bum you got there.
Yeah.

Okay?

Okay, gentlemen, baby's paid number
four. Number six, tell him, tell him

me. Number one, number two, number five.

Number one.

Number one.

I don't know.

Looking for you. Okay!

See you then.

Next wheel.

Next wheel. Mixer, no coming up.

Probably from up here.

Glasgow, Wadley.

Where are you?

Eight minutes back.

Set to 3 ,500.

Check your goggles.

Okay.

The moment you've been waiting for.
Stand by.

Clear prop.

Remember, Amanda, the single most
important thing when you exit the

look up and check your canopy.

Move to the door.

Next mile for roger

Which leg has the letter opener?

Is it a rental or a purchase, sir?

Do I look like a man that would wear
someone else's clothes, son? Of course

sir.

Wedding, is it?

That's right.

Ah,

not bad for an old dog, eh?

Not bad, sir.

I'll be fighting off the birds in this
outfit.

Sign here, sir. Begin fighting off the
birds.

It's me.

There's been an accident.

Do people wear this gear to funeral,
sir?

So, what have you got for me today,
Stuart?

Davy O 'Connor.

56 lit locally.

He went up on a plane with a group of
friends for a celebration jump.

They all got the plane okay, but David's
chutes failed to open.

What was he celebrating?

Marriage. He was about to get married.

Oops.

Michael, good afternoon.

Stephen? Looks like parachute failure.

Ah, apparently.

Our colleague here, the National Safety
Officer, said, well, David here jumped

out at 3 ,000 feet.

Frankly, anything over 30 feet would
have done the trick just as well.

He went into free fall and he was
decapitated on impact.

One of his legs is over there.

The other is still hanging on, just.

Just need to find his arms and we've got
the whole kit.

Instantaneous death.

Ah, you might think so, but no, not
quite.

You see, decapitation would leave the
brain able to function for a few

Did you know that victims of the
guillotine had time to blink their eyes

look at the crowd after their heads were
cut off?

Presumably you found the standard number
of limbs?

Sir?

He means was there anyone in the
greenhouse when Davy dropped in?

No.

So it looks like an accident.

Why did you call us out? I wondered when
you'd ask.

Well, the parachute harness.

No doubt forensics will give you chapter
and verse, but logic tells us that this

webbing was not cut by him falling
through the glass roof.

It's the reason he fell through the
glass roof.

So, when he pulled the red cord, nothing
happened?

No. Murder?

Where did they say I heard from?

Newfield, sir.

Eastside Yard and DS Reid.

A perfect end to a perfect day. The
police.

Sorry. You are?

James Redpath.

I'm Amanda Mackay.

Who, er, who organised the jump?

I did.

Oh.

Do you, er, take pictures?

Some. Everybody did.

That's mine.

We can get it developed for you.

How many did the jump?

Six. Me.

Davy, Pete Jenkins, Ian Higson, Jack
Cooper, Amanda here.

And they all went away?

Well, it wasn't a very good day. You
know what I mean?

I believe Davy had a fiancé.

Marie Daugherty.

My son took her home. She was
distressed.

What's your son's name?

Billy. Billy Mackay.

Everyone calls him Scott.

Good. Oh, they can't spell my son.

He was wild when he was a kid.

We're going to need names and addresses.

Parachutists, well -wishers, fiancés,
missiles, everyone.

It'll be down the club tonight.

Barry and Davy.

Oh, it'll be a while before the PF
releases the body, Mr Redpath.

I was speaking figuratively.

What do you mean, they won't release the
body?

Well, there are matters outstanding.

Listen, I've spent 20 years in the Royal
Air Force, Inspector.

I packed those parachutes myself last
night.

I checked them again before they went on
the backs of each of the jumpers.

I covered all the safety checks, every
single one.

No -one's laying the blame for this at
my door. No -one's trying to blame

anyone, Mr Redpath.

We just want to find out what happened.

Where were the parachutes stored after
you prepared them last night?

In the clubhouse.

Was there any sign of a break -in?

None. Well, we'll check that.

Anyone touch them today?

No. What about during the flight?

We were wearing them.

I'll tell you what, Mr Redpath, why
don't you talk us through it, eh?

We're kitted up here.

Right here.

You can.

Stepped on the plane.

Took off.

Everything as per usual.

I make the mid -air safety check.

Everything's OK.

I get the OK from the pilot, and out
they go.

Amanda, Jack, Pete, Ian.

One, two, three, four.

I'm pale end Charlie.

Davy's just in front.

As soon as Davy left the plane, I could
see he was in trouble.

I dived after him, but he was too far in
front.

He went down like a concrete bollard.

Was the jumper one -off?

For Davy.

Yes, apart from James, none of us had
ever done it before.

And you were the only female, Miss
Mackay?

It's a man's world.

You mentioned a club.

Did you all belong to it?

I worked there, but yes, basically we
all belong.

What kind of club is that?

Here.

Can we start your names, please?

Jenkins.

You'll be the plea?

Uh -huh. And you'll be the proprietor.

Alec Nevin.

Everyone calls me Eckie.

D .I. Ross, D .S. Reid.

This is my club.

I teamed up with Argentina and Tango.

My members have picked up the baton and
run with it.

Ninth day.

Hmm.

Eh, what's going on?

Marie was supposed to be marrying Davy O
'Connor tomorrow.

She wanted the party to go ahead.

It was all paid for anyway.

You can't pour the blood back into the
sheep, can you?

No.

Chief, can I have a word, please?

With your name, please.

Eh, it's good.

Billy Mackay. So, um, did you jump? Me?

I looked stupid.

No. I was in town getting fitted out
with a Mel Gibson outfit.

I was to be poor old Davy's best man.

We'd like to speak to his bride. Marie.

Marie.

Well, here's your chance.

Somebody watch the child, for God's
sake.

Here, we'll get you a chair.

No Jackie?

No.

It's going to be a late one tonight,
Brian.

Forensics have just confirmed a murder.

Oh, well.

Tell her I was here.

OK.

Have you got your diary?

Yeah. Do me a favour. Keep the afternoon
and evening of the 6th free.

Do you a favour? Well, both of us.

Why? What's happening?

Just watch this space, OK?

Could I have a brandy, please?

That was Ian Hickson, one of the
jumpers.

You're all right, then? Fine.

Did you notice anything strange this
morning?

Aye, David died.

That is my wife, Isabel.

You chap's drunk and on duty now, eh?

It's not for me.

Mind you, some folks are never off duty,
they say.

Priests, policemen and prostitutes.

How long had you been engaged to Davy?

Four weeks.

We only met eight weeks ago.

Isabel Hickson had a field day.

Told you who?

Isabel, the woman at the bar with Ian.

It was love at first sight.

Davy taught me to tango.

He was so romantic.

Kind.

Said he'd waited his whole life on me.

He was like a fish out of water in this
big house.

He liked to drink.

Pals. A bet.

He had money?

He was very generous.

Where'd his money come from?

I don't know.

I was his fiancée, no tax inspector.

Sorry.

He had some sort of telemarketing firm.

He got fed up of it, sold the business
and moved here.

He was always buying drinks.

Folk here aren't exactly ruling in it.

Why did he come here, to the club?

He loved dancing.

And he and Jim were old pals and went
back years.

Did he have enemies?

No.

You're an angel.

Look, we'll get you up the road.

Right. By the way, was he insured?

I've no idea.

Ever talked to you about his will?

He said I'd be well looked after, that's
all I know.

Well, not exactly.

Michael Douglas and Zita, what's her
name?

No.

I'm sorry you've lost him, Marie.

Oh, Michael, come in.

Robbie, I think you'll find these blood
tests rather interesting.

Davy O 'Connor had cancer.

His bladder was riddled with it.

I wouldn't have given him any more than
about six months at the most.

Would you have known?

Oh, yes.

Well, we can check it with his GP if you
like, but I'm pretty certain he would

have been in considerable pain.

Would his girlfriend have noticed?

Well, unless the relationship centred
entirely on romantic love, yes.

She'd have known something was wrong.

Why kill a man who's going to die
anyway?

Well, luckily, that's not my concern.

Oh, I hear that forensics have confirmed
that the parachute was sabotaged.

Well, they do say that the good die
young.

And no rest for the wicked.

Good night, Stephen.

Good night.

Thank you.

Oh, okay.

Did the killer know who'd be wearing
that particular parachute?

Well, Jim Redpath fitted the jumpers
with their parachute packs the night

before. So all the parachutists knew
whose pack was whose?

If they cared to look.

So they're all suspects?

Possible suspects.

Redpath is in pole position.

Why? He had the best opportunity.

We need a motive, though. For Redpath.

For anyone.

Money. Jealousy.

Scott seems to be very keen on the bride
-to -be.

So we'll talk to him.

Yeah, and his mother, Amanda Mackay.
She's not exactly universally loved.

Well, the men seem to like her.

That's my point, Stuart.

We need to know more about Davy O
'Connor.

He's past and he's present.

Heather, check him in the SCRO.

Stuart, I want to know how he came by
that money and whose nose he put out of

joint getting.

Talk to his pals as well. Sir, Redpath.

Yeah, chop on the list. You do him.

And the jellyfish?

That'll be you and me.

Any white spirits?

Oh, for God's sake, give me it.

Are you satisfied?

It's coming from you.

Meaning? Meaning if the cat fits.

I'm going to hit you. Come on.

You're standard, isn't it? Why don't you
ask one of your main friends to do it

for you? What's the problem? She put
that in my car.

She attacked me. Enough, enough.

Hugh, what's going on? Someone painted
graffiti on a windscreen.

I did not. That

Ian Higson.

He's one of the parachutists from
yesterday.

This is my wife, Isabel.

And this is Jack Hooper.

My intended.

What intentions. Be quiet.

Hey, Mr Hooper.

You carry on scrubbing that car, eh?

Mr Higson.

You take your wife for a walk. I'll
speak to you later.

Amanda, we're here to see Scud.

You'll find him at the boatyard.

So, Amanda and Isabel, what's all that
about?

Yeah, I live on that boat, Amanda there,
Ian and Isabel next door.

We get under each other's feet all the
time, you know.

Sometimes the girls get a bit, you know,
hairy.

Are you here all the time? Yeah, I'm
retired.

What about Amanda?

Does she work? No, she doesn't have a
job. Not with Isabel.

Ian has a barber shop in Oliver Street.

You and Amanda, you're going to get
married?

Well, it's been a night for some time
now.

So, when did you decide to do this? A
couple of weeks ago.

Oh.

Why?

Well, with Davy and Murray.

The monk isn't dead yet, though.

Yeah, but Davy is.

Morning.

D .I. Ross, Maryhill CID. I'd like to
speak to Flight Lieutenant Davis,

So, Jim Redpath.

What's he been up to now?

What was he up to before?

Just a turn of phrase.

When did he leave the RAF?

Four years ago.

With a pension?

No. Didn't serve the whole 22 years.

How many did he serve?

Twenty.

That's odd, isn't it?

Inspector. I can discuss Jim Redpath's
RAF career in general terms.

I can confirm his qualification.

I can confirm the date he joined and
left the RAF.

If you want more, you'll have to go
through the Ministry of Defence

branch.

Did he take his parachute certificate
here?

As a leisure pursuit.

Professionally speaking, we prefer to
stay inside our planes and leave

jumps to the army.

This is a murder inquiry.

Someone jumped out of a plane with a
sabotage chute and ended up spreading

themselves over Glasgow.

Jim was always very meticulous in his
parachute work.

Why did he leave the RAF before he was
due his pension?

He joined late, in his mid -thirties.
Went into the catering side.

Then he just decided to put his papers
in.

It happened.

Not at that date, surely.

What would you speculate?

I can't speculate.

Do you want some tea?

No, no thanks. I'm sure you do.

With or without sugar?

Without. It may take a little while.

What's going on? Health and safety at
work?

Pete! Yeah, where's Scott?

Down the road.

Yes.

I knew I knew you.

You're a cafe, aren't you?

Was. Was?

Was lost, but now I'm saved.

Don't know how you guys like it.

So, what is this place?

This is the Keele Project.

We offer an alternative to custody to
young offenders and car thieves.

I'm surprised you've not heard of us.

Murder's my business.

Were you on this parachute jump? I was.

How well did you know Davy? Very well.
Davy liked to busy himself here. Liked

use his time.

Doing what?

Whatever needed doing. Just like Jack,
our other volunteers.

And Scud?

Now, Billy Mackay is a full -time paid
worker.

And you?

Aye, me too.

Like my clients, I am the beneficiary of
other people's money. That's very

modest.

What will I work into this project?

Set it up to keep the local kids off the
street.

Kids like Scud?

If you like.

Tell us about him. What's to tell?

He was in the nick, now he works here
and he hasn't been in trouble for six

years. Just like Ivan.

I'm impressed.

Davy left the project to the state.

How much?

Over a million, we're sure.

Did Marie do it or do you know?

It's hardly for me to ask her.

Davy could have told you.

They were in love.

That's what Davy told me.

Have you been inside?

Yeah.

For theft?

For murder.

How's it going, Stuart?

Fine.

It's easy.

Yeah? How's that?

The aesthetic bachelor.

What?

Well, he doesn't have many possessions.

But those that he does have, he keeps in
order.

Passport, driver's licence, birth
certificate, they're all in order.

Good. How's RAF Clyde?

What are you doing here?

I just came for some of my things.

What sort of things?

I've got some clothes here, upstairs.

And there's a couple of pictures of me
and Davy.

Uh -huh.

Is it urgent?

I just wanted them.

Right, I'll go with you.

You've been seeing a lot of Marie.

So? Look, she's just lost her man.

Looking after others, Phil.

Stepping into his shoes.

Just with dancing pumps.

Nothing else.

Why didn't you tell us Davy had cancer?

You never asked.

How long had he known?

A year, he said.

You two all got engaged?

He was straight with me, if that's what
you're asking.

I knew we wouldn't be married for 20
years.

See, Marie, I'm trying to figure out
what was in this relationship for you. I

mean, it wasn't sex, right?

It wasn't status.

He wasn't a politician.

He wasn't a good -looking young guy to
take you round the town, you see that?

Scud.

I was married, of course.

You said...

Davey was going to look after you in his
will. He had an appointment with the

solicitor yesterday afternoon.

So the day he was killed was the day he
was going to change his will in your

favour? The day before our marriage, he
was going to change his will, yes.

But that never happened?

I don't know.

You'll have to talk to the solicitor.

Uh -huh.

I'll do that.

He's not here.

I didn't want scud.

I wanted you.

Huh? For what?

What in the hell did you bring those
coppers round here for?

What's it supposed to do?

What's up, sir?

It's that bastard Jardin.

He comes round here and what does he
see?

A man working in a boatyard?

No.

A thief.

He sees job.

Good to take that, Laura.

Nay, customer.

I've often wondered what barbers do when
they're not very busy.

Would you like a trim on the house?

Could I ask you a very simple question,
Mr Higdon?

Did your wife paint that word on Amanda
Mackay's car?

No. But it was her opinion.

Amanda's a bit of a party animal. That's
no exactly the wife's cup of tea.

You, er, you sound as though you keep
well out of it. Well, wouldn't you?

I'm not married.

She's had men round, though.

A man doll. I wouldn't want to see.

I thought men told their barbers
everything.

You know all about men, then.

Feel free to speak freely, Mr Hickson.

D .S. Reid here. She's a woman of the
world.

Aye. She had men round.

Davy? I don't think so.

Jim Redpath?

Pete Jenkins?

I'm not out there counting, missus.

Men?

You?

Certainly not.

Who do you think I am?

Your wife wouldn't like it. I wouldn't
like it?

What kind of a world are you in, where
all the men are like dogs rearing

bitches?

How'd you get on with the demon barber,
then?

Scared of his wife, I'd say.

Couldn't even manage to stop her going
for a man down the street.

I suppose it must be difficult living
next door to each other.

So what do you think? Just keeps his
head down?

Some men will do anything for a quiet
life.

Yeah, talking of which, Brian's not
changed his mind about the wedding yet.

No, Robbie.

He hasn't.

You sure you're doing the right thing?

Yeah.

I am.

Robbie.

Found Redpath yet?

No, the club's closed down there. He's
not at home.

We found a murderer.

Maybe not ours, though.

Who? Pete Jenkins.

Killed a man in a bar room brawl in
Rotterdam when he was 20. Did ten years

Dutch prison.

Hence the project he works on.

Introducing enlightened alternatives to
custody in the Greater Glasgow area.

You've been studying his literature.

And I've spoken to his supporters in the
Scottish office.

Pete Jenkins is halfway to Sainthood.

But he had a killer.

Well, punch up in a pub's one thing, but
cutting somebody's parachute line,

that's another.

Murder is murder.

Meaning? It's a taboo.

Break that taboo. You can do it again.

Speak for yourself.

So how was RAF Clive?

Well, Jim Redpath was within an inch of
being court -martialed when he resigned

from the RAF. Fiddled the boots of the
officer's men. Sold thousands.

What were they stealing from Davy?

We picked up Davy's will from the
solicitor.

That's the original.

Now, the solicitor prepared a changed
will with everything going to Marie

the marriage, but Davy hadn't signed it.

Everything goes to the Kiel project.

That's what Jack Cooper said.

The witness...

is Jane Redmer.

Can we check, though? Who did coach her?

The will's a fake.

How's that?

Because David O 'Connor is a fake.

He never existed.

Everything started three years ago. Bank
statements, medical card, savings

account. There's nothing before that.

What about his bus certificate and
driving licence?

The real David Patrick O 'Connor was
born in Dundee on the 12th of August

And he died on... Heather?

January 3rd, 1945.

Also in Dundee. With pneumonia.

Could Red Pass have supplied the new ID?

Of course.

Fake documents are his speciality.

Marie talked about how Davy and Redpath
were friends for years.

And I wonder if he had any other
aliases.

I found Redpath.

Check out that club again.

I used to be a successful dance club
owner.

Now I only get visits from the police.

What's it to be?

A tuba libra? A pina colada?

Or a pint of heavy?

We're looking for Jim Redpath, Mr Nevin.

So am I, if I'm paying his wages.

Probably be in the kitchen.

Yes!

old friend the blunt instrument again.

Well, he certainly took some hectic
plows to the back of the head.

But it's this single blow to the temple
which I'm guessing is the one which

actually killed him.

Why? Well, it's not easy to kill
somebody with blows to the back of the

It's thick, tough, and shaped to
withstand force.

Sounds like a call.

Whereas, the temple is another matter
altogether.

It's more fragile.

The bone will break more easily, and
when it does...

Fragments of broken skull can penetrate
the brain.

Do you know what kind of blunt
instrument was used? I don't know.

There's some curious marks.

Look here, do you see?

A sort of star -shaped pattern around
the temple there.

Looks as though it might have had a
sharp curved edge as well.

I'll be able to give you a better idea
when I've had him back on the slab.

Something like this?

Ah, yes, Jackie. Something very like
that.

What do you think that is?

Oil.

Better get it analysed, then.

So, Redpath comes in here.

Someone waits for him behind the door,
tenderises him, and he's away.

When do you think this works, Stephen?

Don't ask.

I won't be able to give you an exact
estimate of the time of death.

Why that?

With a freezer.

I mean, can you give me an estimate for
the time of death of that Lego lab

there? It takes up to 24 hours for a
human body to freeze up.

To fudge the time of death, then? Oh,
they've achieved that.

So, can you tell us anything about our
assailant? Big or small?

Male or female?

Angry to judge by the wound.

That's not a medical opinion.

So what time does Redpath start work?

Depends.

We were closed yesterday.

Meant to be Davey's wedding.

Jim said he would come in early and
clear up after the wake.

Were you here?

No.

You saw me arrive.

So people knew when he started work?

It's no secret. He's a barman.

What?

Do you have any security cameras, Mr
Nevin?

It's a tango club.

What's going to get stolen?

Well, there's the bar.

I've no problems there.

Not even with Jim Redpath?

You knew why he left the RAF? Jim was
straight with me. He told me what

there. But you trusted him? Yes.

Why? Why?

A man comes to you with the reputation
of being a thief.

Is it not a bit odd that you put him in
charge of running the bar?

Not everyone sees the world through
policeman's eyes.

Thank God.

Would you call Jim Redpath your friend?

That's what I'm trying to tell you.

And Davey O 'Connor?

Was Jim's friend.

Yeah, well, it's been a bad couple of
days for friendship, Mr Nevin.

How long are you going to need me for?

Well, we might need to speak to you
later on.

Where are you going to be?

Here.

Robbie, that's forensics and a
tenderiser.

There's no fingerprints, but there's
minute traces of engine oil in the

What would you use engine oil in a
kitchen for?

Nothing. Whereas if you were doing up
old boats... Or living on one.

Sir, is that tenner in for Jackie's
wedding present?

Or any amount above a tenner.

You have got to see this.

It's the response from Dave O 'Connor's
fingerprint check.

What?

Heather was just going out to get some
sandwiches.

Some sandwiches?

Yeah, I haven't got any change.

Do you want some?

Yeah, OK.

I'll have chicken.

What are we looking at?

David Napier.

Or Davy O 'Connor to us. Real name David
Napier, known as Davy.

Born 9th February 1941.

Did ten years for a bank job down south
in Leith.

Money was never recovered.

No wonder Davy had deep pockets.

But also convicted was Alexander John
Sewell.

S -E -W -E -L -L.

Born 21st of May 1949.

Alexander Sewell.

Now known as Alexander Ecke Nevin.

Tango Club proprietor.

Got eight years.

Came out in full remission. So much for
that I hardly knew Davey was Jim's pal.

Shocking the lies some people tell of
him, that.

So, Heather, what about the sandwiches?

I'll fetch them in a minute.

What do you think? They're falling out
amongst thieves?

Well, you two pick up Nevin or Sewell or
whatever he's calling himself and we'll

find out.

You and me will go and speak to some of
Eckie's pals.

Find out what they knew about Phoebe.

What about my chicken sandwich?

Got an alibi.

Hi.

You heard about Mr Redpath, no doubt?

Oh, yeah.

Well, we're going to need samples of all
the oils that you keep here.

Why?

Because I say so, that's why.

We're also going to need the same from
your boat, Mr Peter. OK.

So...

Where were you yesterday afternoon?

We were both at Davies Lawyers.

Says you've nicked our will.

Documentary evidence, Mr Jenkins.

You'll get it back.

How about the evening before the jump?

Here with him.

And you?

Here with her.

Oh, that's a nice match.

So, do you have a criminal record, Mr
Hooper? Oh, much worse.

Used to work in insurance.

What kind of insurance?

Death benefits?

Endowments. So, if I went to your old
employer, they'd recognise both your

and your name?

What is this?

How much do you know about Icky Nev and
Davy O 'Connor's background?

I'm in a social club. I know nothing
about the background.

And you?

Same. What?

There weren't some ex -cons that you
took under your wing, right?

Tim's a bit old for my scheme, no?

What about Davy? Oh, now what?

Oh, I see.

Done a bit of time, have you?

Have you ever been in Eckie's kitchen?

No. And you know he's never been in
mine?

Because I'm a mechanic, not a cook.

No eckie.

And Marie's wedding dress.

Looking after his best mate's girl.

And the coat's still warm.

So, what did you think of our friend, Mr
Jenkins?

If he did it, he's a very cool customer
indeed.

What about the oil that was on the
tenderiser handle?

It's a common substance.

Must maybe have been put there to send
us off the track.

By someone that knew his record?

One of his friends?

Some friend.

Jarden. Mike, it's Robbie. Yep.

Eckie Nevin seems to have disappeared.

Find him, Robbie, find him.

Eckie Nevin's done a runner.

Because he killed Redpath?

Maybe he thinks he's going to be next.

I hate it all.

You're the fool, love.

Look after you properly, then, eh?

Oh, Jack.

I'm not sure he's going to be asking you
for that. You can have anything you

want, you know that.

What if you get fed up and take off from
your boat?

Not without you, love.

Tell you what.

I'll be Humphrey Bogart, you'll be
Catherine Hepburn, floated down the

the African Queen, eh?

And I'll tell everyone, there's my man
floating down the clive. And I'll tell

everyone, it's my wife.

Pretty one.

You all

right

now?

Was it you?

Last time I saw you in a pretty bad way.

I'm in a bad way for the rest of my
life.

I lost the best man I ever met.

And a fortune.

Say that again?

Well, Davy was your passport out this
place.

Listen, just because you've got a badge
and a car doesn't mean you can say what

you like to people.

I didn't want out.

I wanted Davy.

I loved him. I was less than 24 hours
from marrying him. You had him snatched

out your arms?

Yeah. So you feel pretty bitter about
whoever killed him?

Yes. Jim Redpath.

Have you come down here to accuse me of
killing Jim Redpath?

He killed your man, in a way of
speaking.

How well do you know Jim?

Enough. Enough to make him jealous of
Davy, or Davy jealous of him?

If you're asking, did I take him to bed,
you're looking in the wrong quarter.

Uh -huh.

But she'd look somewhere, eh?

Where?

Amanda Mackay?

She's no shortage of men, friend.

Is that just gossip?

Scud told me.

It's a funny thing to say about his
mother. Oh, it's a funny way for a

behave. God doesn't approve.

Marie, did Davy ever mention a man
called Napier?

David Napier.

No. So where is Scott?

Sure.

Viagra. On prescription.

Prescription? He's your doctor.

They're Jack's.

Do you want to see what we've got?

Come for a drink after work and show me
then.

All right.

No echo?

No, but we have stumbled into a hotbed
of sexual intrigue. It's right up your

street, Robbie.

Eh, not this time, no. We've found Scud
selling Viagra amongst his pals.

The Carthys?

Mm -hm.

Former Carthys who want to impress the
birds with their all -night stamina

apparently do it with the aid of Scud's
little blue pills.

He's stealing?

Mm -hm.

So did you nick him?

No. I thought the procurator's office
would laugh at us. I mean, it's not

exactly smack, is it?

Where did he get them?

He had them close to home.

Meaning?

Several people have told me that his
mother, Amanda Mackay, is very generous

with her favours. And she recruits
amongst the tango wrinklies.

And none of them would have a problem
getting Viagra. Do the recipients of

Amanda's generosity include any of our
victims?

I'll have to ask her.

Yeah, we'll take Jackie along.

For, uh, for your own protection.

Mrs Mackay, were you previously having a
relationship with Davy O 'Connor and

Jim Redpath?

This was before Jack.

Some before.

And after.

Oh, Jim was lonely.

Awfully lonely.

You told Jack about it?

He was fine with it.

He said he was fine with it, or he was
fine with it. He was fine with it.

How would you describe your relationship
with Pete Jenkins?

Pete? Oh, he can pass for ages.

Is he awfully lonely too? He can be.

And does Jack know about him?

Davy O 'Connor? Oh, he's another woman's
man.

How about before he was with Marie?

Oh, Davy, all I ever wanted was hugs.

Poor Davy, he was awfully lonely.

That's right.

So how does Scott feel about all of
this?

Young people don't understand.

Meaning? He moved out.

And Jack?

He moved in.

He's going to.

We're getting married.

Married?

Will that put an end to your adventures?

I haven't thought about it.

All right, Jack?

You're not going inside?

Come on.

I'll make us a cup of tea.

So what do you think?

Well, it's...

Original? It's a sculpture called
Wedding Rings.

I just wish they had a wedding list or
something.

You don't like it, do you? I do, I do.
It's just very original.

It's fun.

It wouldn't have been on any wedding
list.

That's boring.

Yeah.

Yeah, you're right.

They are adults at the moment.

What would they do with another toaster
or...

Hit a spoon, do you?

What is it?

Marie Docherty.

Day before her wedding.

Do you think this is about love, sir?

Michael. We're off duty.

Michael.

Jealousy is a very powerful motivator.

Yes, sir.

Sorry, Michael.

The trouble's people.

It's always people.

The facts we can deal with. It's easy.

What?

Nothing.

I have to go. I need to get my bus.

No, stay and have another.

I'll run you home.

You left this in the car?

Look, I'm just making a hot drink.

Would you like one?

Is it Sir or Michael?

It's Coco, actually.

Sounds great.

Jackie, you know you told me to organise
the wedding.

I did.

So I did.

And I booked a registrar.

When? Friday.

Friday?

I can't.

I'm in the middle of a case. Yeah, well,
you're always in the middle of a case.

And, like, you're not.

I've cleared my desk.

Anyway, I talked to Mike. He says he'll
manage.

Michael knows.

Well, I had to.

And the others?

Before me?

Yeah. Well, they needed a chance to sort
out their rosters.

I'll bloody kill them.

We keeping you up, Heather?

Morning. Morning.

Eddie. No word.

That figures.

Is he running from us or from a killer?

That's the question.

You OK?

Tired.

See when she's out of that uniform.

It's on with a leather miniskirt. She's
out clubbing till dawn.

Your fantasy life appalls me.

Morning, all.

Update? Eckie's still in the loose, sir.

And we're still looking.

So out of the original skydivers, only
four are left. Am I right?

Do we think whoever cut Davey O
'Connor's parachute lines killed Jim

I'm not a fan of coincidences,
especially murder.

Are the four suspects or future victims,
should we be concentrating on them or

Eki? Well, the only connection we have
with the group in the plane is that they

were all pals.

Yeah, that works for Davey, Jim, Jack,
but Amanda Mackay's a pal?

I don't think so. And then we've got,
God, the Viagra dealer.

What? Scott is selling his mother's
fiancée's Viagra to his pals as the drug

choice.

It sure beats the hell out of Tamazapan.

Well, we'll have to assume that whilst
Jack's Viagra has been sold to enhance

the performance of wee willies up and
down the Clyde, Jack himself has got

something missing and Amanda gets it
elsewhere.

Amanda Mackay admits to a free and easy
sexual relationship with the men in the

group. She says that her fiancée, Jack
Hooper, is all right with her. And Jack?

Well... We haven't asked him yet.

Well, ask him.

Robbie, you go with her.

Heather and Stuart, you find Eckie. No
stone unturned.

Yes, sir.

Michael? Yeah.

Can I have a word?

Sure.

So, anything you want to share with me?

No little notes about leave beginning on
the 6th? Oh, yeah, I put you down for

some. It's all right, isn't it?

Oh, you're something else, Michael.

Listen, he told me to keep it quiet.

From me?

Well, I thought you should be the person
to tell me first.

Right.

So, that's it, then.

The 6th.

Yeah.

Congratulations, Jackie.

I see the chickens have come home to
roost.

What?

Debbie O 'Connor and Jim Redpath.

The sins of the flesh have caught up
with them.

Isabel, they were friends of ours.

They're both dead.

There's no way to speak.

I speak of the find.

They'd stay away from that woman.

Amanda? You're surely not saying she
killed them?

I'm saying she brings nothing but
trouble.

Who's next, I wonder?

Another useless man with no shame, you
or thee?

Amanda's all right.

She's no married or anything.

She just likes a bit of fun. Fun?

Ruining the reputation of the whole
neighbourhood with her comings and

You stay well away from her from now on.

Well, someone obviously likes you.

These are from Jack.

How do you know?

I just do. I know it's him.

Could they be from anyone else?

Jack's very thoughtful. He knows they're
like flowers.

Just a few more questions. He's not
here.

Who?

Hickey. You're not looking for Hickey,
are you?

What makes you say that?

Well, everyone knows you're looking for
Hickey. He's not here.

We're looking for a murderer.

Sorry, you won't find one here. And we
have a motive.

Right here.

What? For your dead pals.

Does it fit?

What's your motive?

Not mine, Jack.

Yours.

Go on.

Jealousy. Not a jealous man.

You are engaged to Amanda.

That's private.

Isn't it?

You took the pictures, Jack?

Jack, we need some answers.

Both the men in those photographs are
dead.

Murdered. I'm saying nothing.

That puts us in a very difficult
position.

These pictures are of your fiancée and
two of your pals, David O 'Connor and

Redpath.

Now, are you going to tell us what
you're doing with them, or do we jump to

own conclusions?

Mr Hooper, you're under arrest.

Suspicion of murder.

What's going on?

What's happening?

Walk her across the way.

Catch you later. Right.

I just want to know what's happening.

Yeah. Yeah, of course you do.

Hello.

Jack's been arrested.

I know.

I came straight over.

There are police women in here.

Hello. Hi there.

So, satisfied?

I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean.

You wanted to fit up one of us.

Now you have.

That's not how we do things.

Oh, sure.

I've heard it all before.

You can go.

I'll stay here now.

Are you okay, Amanda?

It's all right.

You might as well join the club.

Came as soon as I could.

It's all right, Ian.

I'll look after her.

She'd best be back to Isabel.

Gary.

Where were you when Jim Redpath died?

When did he die?

That's a good question.

Around midday yesterday?

With Pete Jenkins, you know that.

What time would that be?

Between ten and six.

I was helping him prepare for the new
project.

Ah, yes, the famous Kiel project, eh?
Yeah.

Was he with you all the time? Yes.

He didn't nip out? No.

Here we go.

Oh, Pete.

Jack never killed anyone.

I know.

Oh, Pete.

Hey, don't worry.

Poor Jack.

He'll be okay.

It's only comfort.

It's only comfort.

Did you take these? No.

So how did you get them, then?

Someone sent them to me.

You know who I jacked?

I don't believe you.

Your fiancée is putting out a bow, pal.

You bastard.

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

Send the pictures.

The pictures don't lie.

How?

Amanda has a good nature, she is. Look
at them set. She's holding them.

A man who would hold a regiment of
parrots if they were upset now. We need

reality check here, Jack.

This is your prescription.

Need my glasses?

Well, I don't need mine. This is your
prescription for Viagra.

Could have been filling them.

No, he hasn't.

We found them on him. Perhaps he was
experimenting.

He's admitted it.

Oh.

Well, the lad doesn't have much cash,
you know.

It's not harmful, you know. It's not
drugs.

Jack, Jack.

Let me just outline this for your
benefit, eh?

You're in a hole here.

If Scud is selling your Viagra, then
you're not using them.

They give me headaches.

I feel as though my eyes are bulging
out.

Your bulging eyes are not the issue
here.

You know, if you're not doing the
business with Amanda, Jack, that

means she's going somewhere else.

Amanda? is banging your chums.

And we're looking for a motive for
someone to have killed your chums.

Do you see where this puts you?

I wouldn't do that.

Come on, Jack.

Can I come in?

Yeah. Well, I've got loads to do in the
yard, so... I'll see yous later.

I thought you could use this for you and
Jack.

Have we ever fixed the date?

See if we take it in a bit. It'd look a
treat on you.

Marino, I can't.

Sure you can.

You helped choose it, after all.

Virginal white. Not quite me, is it? Nor
me.

But white suits you.

Maria. Go on, please.

For me.

I've no use for it anymore.

If I'd done it, it'd be a trial, right?

Right.

But if I'd done it, you wouldn't read
out all the evidence, would you?

Where's this leading to, Jack?

I plead guilty.

That's it. Guilty.

No putting Amanda through the grill. Am
I right?

You're right.

Then you'd leave her alone.

Supposedly would.

Then I did.

Did?

Killed Jim and Davey.

Why?

I've had enough of this crap.

You're wasting my time.

Go home, Mr Hooper.

Do you need a hand to clear up?

If you're going to be taking wedding
leave.

So did Brian discuss it with you two?

No. Michael told us.

And so is the secrecy.

Well, I mean, I can't just leave things
the way they are.

What else did Michael tell you?

He cares what happens to you, Jackie.

And he's genuinely pleased for you both.

And he told everyone this?

No. We went for a drink after work.

We were just talking about work, though.

That's all.

Don't worry, Heather.

I can keep a secret, too.

Just let Jack Hooper go.

What's that, Heather?

Forensics on the engine oil samples from
the boatyard.

Anyone can get engine oil.

Yeah. And anyone can use it to point the
finger at Jack eating the boys.

We're dealing with someone who's trying
to lead us up the garden path.

A clever calculating killer.

You know that, clever.

They're all diesel engines.

So?

They all in the tenderizer?

Came from a petrol engine.

Amanda? It's me, Marie.

Amanda?

Jack?

You'll see these.

They're what we call defensive wounds.

Looks to me as though Amanda Mackay
fought hard for her life.

So would her attacker have been marked?

Very possibly.

It would depend what they were wearing.

And the weapon?

Ah, the scissors deep in her back.

Cut off her lifeblood, so to speak.

But? But there's something not quite
right, Jackie.

I'm going to do some tests.

Do we have a time of death?

Oh, Jackie.

Well, since it's you, I'd say between
four and six hours ago. But that's an

estimate, mind.

Thank you, Stephen.

Well, that takes Jack out of the frame.

He was with us.

What are these?

Her life.

Amanda's dead.

Can I help you?

Nevin. Alexander Nevin, my love.

I believe the techs are looking for me.

I'm certainly looking to talk to them.

Haven't the police looking all over
Scotland for you?

You never said don't go anywhere.

I never had. Am I under arrest or
something?

Where have you been, Eckie?

Oban. To some formal event?

No. So why are you... Decked out like
Rob Roy?

I wanted to fit in.

I wanted to blend into the background.

Been there before?

There are a load of miserable bastards.

It's Glasgow for me any day. So that's a
no.

Why did you go there?

I wanted a bit of quiet.

Uh -huh.

Did you get it?

Till last night.

If you could just tell us what the name
Davy Napier means to you.

Also convicted was Alexander John
Sewell.

Surely that name rings a bell?

Alexander Sewell?

Alex Sewell?

Who would it be called in Glasgow?

Ah, yes.

Eckie Sewell.

So, we've got Eckie Sewell and Eckie
Nevin, Davy Napier

and Davy O 'Connor.

Am I getting warmer?

You've done your homework.

That's my job.

So you and Davy O 'Connor, or Davy
Napier, as it was, you did an armed

in Leeds 15 years ago. So what?

That was then, this is now.

I've paid my dues.

Yeah. But that money was never
recovered, was it? So?

Is that what paid for the fancy dress,
the fancy lifestyle?

That's so...

I'm a businessman now, Inspector.

I used my time in the neck well.

I learned.

And since I've come out, I've made
something of myself.

And David?

The same.

We were tearaways when we were young.

But we're older now, aren't we, Chief
Inspector?

Why did you change your name?

Fresh start.

Didn't want to spend our lives with the
police breathing down our necks.

We might start wondering where he got
his money from. And ask for it back.

Who thought about your paperwork?

Paperwork? Driving licence, passports,
national insurance number. Jim Redbath.

Forgery was his thing.

Yeah, we know.

Davy had known him since we were kids.

So you gave him a job in return for some
paperwork?

Jim, I gave him a life.

I gave him a home.

And I gave him thousands of pounds just
when the government threw him away.

He was caught stealing.

Didn't the previous 20 years count for
something?

See your roses?

Where do you get as many roses as that
round here?

Not my path.

No?

That's why the coppers pull you in.

What evidence do they have?

Photographs they found on the boat.

Photographs? I remember.

A man with Davey, a man with Jim.

Did you know?

You're the one selling my Viagra.

Tell me it wasn't you, son.

Marie tells me she saw you round there.

Yeah, I was worried about her when they
took Jack away.

He didn't go there first, though.

I just hung about till Marie turned up.

Do you want a trim?

Eckie's convinced that someone found out
about the robbery money and was after

it.

No one would kill Amanda for her money.

So Eckie felt safe again?

How did he find out?

Marie phoned him.

She knew all about Davy's background?

Ah, she must have done.

I mean, it'd be a pretty weird
relationship if she didn't. How's that?

Well, what kind of a man, Stuart,
marries a woman telling her he's got

and his wee soldier won't grant the
attention, but fails to mention that...

done a bit of time. I mean, that would
be perverse.

They are connected, though, aren't they?

How do you mean, sir?

Jim and Davy's murder with Amanda's.

Michael, you're the one who doesn't like
coincidences.

Hello there.

I hope I'm not interrupting anything.
Stephen, put yourself up a chair. We're

just depressing ourselves here. Ah,
right. Thank you.

I thought I'd better come across
straight away before anything else.

These are photographs of the body of Mrs
Mackay.

And these are the scissors which were
found beside her.

Now, it was a frenzied attack, full of
short, sudden, sharp movements, a sort

punching with scissors. But we have a
problem.

These scissors do not match these holes.

What would?

Something finer, longer, with a good
cutting edge evenly along the length of

braid. A knife?

A bit too broad for a knife.

For what, then?

Well, I don't know.

Scissors, probably, but... Well,
specialist.

Ear -dressing scissors.

Ian Hickson.

How's it looking?

Oh, terrible, Brian. We've had another
murder.

You couldn't put off your wedding, could
you?

Till when?

Well, a year should see us clear. And
Jackie? Look, I promise she will be

But she wants you guys there.

Look, I just need your presence for one
hour tomorrow. Just one hour.

You know, you can see everything that
goes on at the club from here.

You can see when Jim Redpath would go
into work.

And when he was alone.

What's been going on here?

He took pictures of my mother with men.

He wanted her.

How do you know?

Negatives are over there.

What would my mother want with a creep
like you, though, eh?

You knew you couldn't have her.

So you killed her.

Now no one has her.

He didn't... Didn't what?

He didn't kill your mother.

Your mother defended herself?

Look at your arms.

Not a scratch?

I'll go and tell his wife.

Mrs. Hickson?

Mrs. Hickson?

It's about Ian.

He's just been arrested for the murders
of Davey O 'Connor, Jim Redpath, and

Amanda Mackay.

Oh.

Can you dance?

Yeah.

It's about control, the tangle.

Suppressed passions.

Hidden emotions.

I'll lead.

Where did you get these?

You're with a whore, you know.

And she had my husband spellbound.

He was weak.

He couldn't bear to see her with other
men.

He didn't want her to marry.

Are you married?

No.

Good.

Don't waste yourself on a man.

Isabel confessed to killing Amanda.

Jealousy.

And her husband's been bumping off all
his rivals for her affection.

And Higson took the folkness from Amanda
and sent them to Jack.

He wanted to frame them for the murders.

I can't paint myself.

Killing for love.

That's where you're wrong, Robbie.

You see, passion, that makes us all
desperate.

Ian Higson hated the fact that other men
could touch Amanda while he couldn't.

Meanwhile, his wife...

She couldn't stand it that he preferred
a good time girl over her.

I hope I die before I get old.

I'll see you later.

Are you Brian Holmes, whose details are
recorded on the marriage schedule?

I am.

Are you Jacqueline Reid, whose details
are recorded on the marriage schedule?

I am.

Repeat after me.

Come on, Michael, you're late.

You didn't need to wait on me.

I will.

Weddings make me nervous.

I, Jacqueline Reid, so call upon those
present... I,

Jacqueline Reid, so call upon those
present... To witness that I solemnly

sincerely declare... To witness that I
solemnly and sincerely declare... There

is no legal impediment to me marrying
Brang Holmes, whose hand I hold.

There is no legal impediment to me
marrying Brian Holmes, whose hand I

And who I now take as my lawfully wedded
husband to the exclusion of all others.

And who I now take as my lawfully wedded
husband to the exclusion of all others.

This ring is a symbol of my love and
respect.

I be wed.

By virtue of the binding declarations
you have now made with each other,

me and in the presence of these
witnesses, it is my great pleasure to

you to be husband and wife.

You may now kiss the bride.

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