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I have a warrant for your arrest for the murder of... James McCandlish, an

eminent advocate, is arrested and charged with murdering his wife.

He chooses Greg McDowell to represent him.

Greg's domestic life is being enlivened by his involvement with Sarah Thompson,

the music student.

The high -profile case is welcomed by Catherine Dunbar, who is still

to raise the image of the firm.

To this end, she instructs Archie Hoseason to prepare a radio

the company and to take part in a phone -in.

I think we could do better.

Archie is also approached by Janie Naismith, who is suffering psychological

abuse from her husband, John Naismith.

Archie ultimately decides to try and obtain an exclusion order, effectively

remove John from the family home.

DCI Smith and DC Murray arrest Paul Lucas, a busker, on suspicion of murder.

Lucas, in trying to avoid being captured, is killed.

DCI Smith is suspended.

McCandlish, when arrested, confessed openly and surprised Greg by giving him

copies of his confession tapes.

The confession tapes were made to DCI Smith.

McCandlish now changes his plea.

He's lying.

Maybe, but it's a damn good defence.

He told us weeks ago that he disposed of the body and attacked it. He smashed

the head open.

No body, no problem.

McCandlish is guilty.

It's all right.

How much longer? Oh, soon.

You said it would be quick.

Had something gone wrong?

No, no, no. It's all right.

If I don't get him out now, if I have to go home to him, he will end up killing

me.

I've got to go in again.

Well, it is Mrs. McCandlish.

Dental records.

A perfect set of teeth.

However, it's not that simple.

Why, then?

You didn't play mouth organ, did you?

Or juggle, perhaps?

Not a street performer, then?

No, what is it?

The cause of death.

A rabbit blow to the neck and strangulation.

All the traits of the street killer.

And yet...

His last victim met his end when McCandlish was safely locked away.

I think you and Mr. McCandlish is innocent.

The pathologist said he couldn't have done it.

His wife was killed in the same way as the serial murder victim.

At least one of those murders was committed when McCandlish was in prison.

Well, why didn't McCandlish tell us about his forced confession before?

Why didn't he tell us right from the off that Michael Smith had induced it out

of him? I mean, that's the first thing that most accused would tell you.

Perhaps he'd had the stuffing knocked out of him.

Perhaps he's only thinking clearly for the first time.

It makes sense, Greg.

Smith is under suspension.

He went over the top on the serial murder, caused the death of a suspect.

Smith is a prime target for us.

Discredit Smith, we acquit McCandlish.

Good with your hands, aren't they, Mr. McCandless?

Greg's not the easiest to talk to.

You're his superior, Catherine. Make him listen.

Anyway, the way things are turning out, it'll take an absolute imbecile to lose.

Detective Chief Inspector Smith is no fool.

That's not how it looks, and how it looks is all that matters in a trial.

It's not like Smith to be... to be wrong.

What does Mr. McDowell think?

We'd be the last to know.

Supervise the case, Catherine.

Hanson's a good man. Given the right evidence, given the right instructions,

he'll do the job.

Which is?

Destroy Smith.

You don't have to do it.

I'm not on a full grant.

My parents can hardly afford to keep me here.

The busking that paid for my book.

Your parents would want me to tell you.

I have a responsibility.

You can't ignore me.

You're a pianist, a talented pianist. Now, don't neglect that.

If you're short of money, the university can help.

And besides, you know what's going on. Two killings, both buskers.

There's a nutcase out there.

I, um... I keep photos of old girlfriends.

Trophies? No, no.

Crutches, more like.

To lean on.

Just to reassure me that things are going well.

Mind you, you only need crutches when things start to break down.

That's not going to happen again.

You know what I mean?

Yes.

Yes, I do.

Really?

My first marriage lasted three weeks.

My second marriage lasted four months.

And my present marriage has lasted six months.

So far.

How old are you?

Thirty -five.

Yes.

Get it right, Greg.

Dunbar and Partners, you're in safe hands.

You damage your car, you want to complain. Sorry.

That's okay, Archie. We'll go back to the top.

Just relax.

Dunbar and Partners, you're in safe hands.

You damage your car, you want to claim.

then Bar and Partners, you're in safe hands.

You want a watertight contract, no room for mistake, then Bar and Partners,

you're in safe hands.

There's domestic problems, marital strife, then Bar and Partners, you're in

hands.

It seems very quiet.

Life's so dull, we have nothing to talk about.

Church is looking spectacular.

Children have done a wonderful job on the tapestry.

Children have been marvelous.

Oh,

no,

Libby, this is the third one.

Unsolicited. Computer error, no doubt, but they're proud of it. Ray?

Yeah? Can I have a word?

Sure.

It looks as if McCandlish is going to get off.

It looks promising, yes.

You don't sound too pleased.

Pleasure's got nothing to do with it.

It looks as if we're going to get a result.

That's what you wanted to know, isn't it?

I want to help you.

So how are you going to help me?

We'll work on it together.

Don't you trust me?

Of course I do, but it's a big case.

The file's on my desk. Take it.

Greg.

I want to get to know your methods.

I want to work with you.

Let's stop this macho posturing. We'll work together.

We'll make sure we get it right, equal partners.

And who knows, for the future.

And what is getting it right?

Getting McCandlish off, allowing him to walk.

Catherine Dunbar, James McCandlish.

A new recruit.

How do you do?

Things are getting busy, Mr McCandlish. There's a lot to do.

How are the other prisoners treating you?

One of the officers was saying they'd give you a bit of hassle.

Nothing I can't handle.

We've got the new trial date.

Between now and then, I want as much on Smith as possible.

There must be no letter. That's your job, Greg.

Too dirty for Catherine to do?

No, too enjoyable for you to miss.

Yes? Mrs Smith?

Yes? I'm from the police complaints department.

Can I have a word?

He's not here.

And don't expect me to tell you where he is.

You don't care.

You're just here to pin the blame on him.

There's nothing more vicious than like turning on like.

The police especially.

It's because you're all afraid.

Believe me, Mrs Smith, I'm not here to harm your husband.

I need to know as much as possible so I can help him.

He's a good man, and honest.

Committed to his work.

Take them.

Well, but... From now on, they'll always leave a sour taste.

Wrap your chips in them.

Hello? Yeah, could I speak to Thera Thompson, please?

All right, no, no message, thanks.

Craig McDowell.

Yeah?

What is all this? Ballista was impersonating a police officer. Who

we'll end up.

His wife.

What did you want with his wife?

I didn't realise she was out of bounds.

Telling her you were a police officer?

I didn't tell her I was a police officer.

I told her I was from the police complaints department.

There's a difference.

Or at least there should be.

What's all this got to do with McCandlish?

I don't know.

Maybe nothing.

McCandlish is guilty.

I presume you know that.

Is this an interview about my handling of McCandlish's defence? Because if it

is, I'm sure the judge, let alone the jury, is going to take a very dim view

me being interrogated about a client's case. What do you think?

You take a lot of risks, McDowell.

You're a friend of Smith's.

His wife showed me some cuttings. You did some good work together. Always got

right.

This guy, Lucas, he was clean, and now he's dead.

All because of our friend, Detective Chief Inspector Smith.

Do you fabricate evidence, Detective Constable Murray?

How did you force McCandlish to confess?

If you need someone to talk to, as friends, no strings attached.

John, there are always strings.

Keep it in mind, thank you.

I'll see you tomorrow.

John!

I think we can get some help.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

What happened?

I don't know.

Well, you can't stay here tonight.

I'll get you another room.

No, I'll sort it out for myself.

Damn you, Greg. Where are you?

Another naughty lawyer.

I thought we'd stop locking children up with dickens.

They let you see us for life today, eh?

Well, here's your lucky day.

What's the problem?

Nothing to do with us.

Take it easy, son, okay?

How long has that kid been in custody?

Which kid?

The one you threw me in with.

Not your problem, sir.

Come on, Greg.

I want to see his custody record.

It's got nothing to do with you, sir.

I'm his solicitor.

That's got everything to do with me.

You brought him in last night.

You can only hold him for six hours. Has he been charged yet?

No.

Well, then, let him go.

Come on, Catherine.

You're obviously itching to give me a bollocking.

Is that what you think?

Irresponsible, arrogant.

Isn't that what you think?

You really do have a high opinion of yourself, don't you, Greg?

Well, if you want the truth, I feel sorry for you.

Sorry because you've probably screwed up any chance you ever had of becoming an

advocate.

The faculty don't take too kindly to applicants who have been arrested,

not charged.

Irresponsible, foolhardy, arrogant, yes.

But above all, a prat.

Anyway, if Smith's rotten, he's a dangerous man because he fooled everyone

met.

I have to tell you, Catherine, in that police station, the man that poked

It will be all right.

Come on.

Come on, sweetheart.

You get it!

Janey!

Sue?

Where is mommy taking... Janey, this is not the mature way to deal with our

problems. Come inside. Let's talk.

Trying to get to the bottom of this.

See what can be done.

Susan, tell Daddy where Mummy's taking you.

I'm really sorry I wasn't here.

There was no sign of forced entry.

My door was locked when I got to it.

One of the porters.

Please think so.

One of my cassette tapes was found behind the porter's desk.

Why your room?

Why so much damage?

Come back.

Not because of what happened to my room.

Things have changed.

Why? Because that's where I live.

Take care.

Do me a favour.

Sure.

Hand me a violin.

Hello?

Yes. Archer Hoseason, thank you.

I've got a little on the telephone.

Put her on.

Yes, Viv?

What?

That's right, you heard.

I'm going to sue Dumbarton Partners for your negligence.

Are you sure about this?

The pathologist's report nailed the lie that McCandlish killed her.

She died to a blueprint used by the serial killer.

We can exclude the confession.

Smith is now a liability to the prosecution.

All we need now is a good performance from McCandlish.

I've brought a full set of productions that the prosecution are going to use.

I've sent a set to your junior as well.

I'll have a word with them as soon as he's looked at them.

They've gone a bit over the top with the photographs, haven't they?

Don't worry.

You'll be all right.

Hello. This is Jenny Naismith and Susan.

Hi. Come on in.

Hi.

I want you to do me a big favor.

Mommy, I don't like it here.

Well, it won't be for very long.

Why are we staying here?

He, um... beat her up badly.

Tried to strangle her, Viv says, in front of the child.

Why didn't she come back to you?

She feels that I've let her and Susan down.

She told Viv that I said I only did conveyancing.

I didn't mean it like that.

So what's happening?

Viv's going to try for an exclusion order, and this time an interdict.

If she gets it, she says she's going to advise Janie to sue us for negligence.

What?

Viv says that any competent solicitor would have got an exclusion order at the

first time of asking.

So if Viv wins, we're in trouble.

Over the weekend, there were attacks on 20 women in the Lothian area.

Who the hell are you?

Good morning.

There's some porridge, Mrs. Nesmith.

Would you like some porridge, too? Yes, please.

Alone at last, McCandlish.

Morgan, why don't you just leave me alone?

It's not every day we get the prosecutor on the inside.

Some would say it's a perfect opportunity.

Her eyes flickered. She knew nothing of it.

And I threw her into the sea. It was so instinctive,

so right.

I told Greg to keep in touch.

You're an independent spirit, Catherine. He likes to wing it.

I worry about him.

How so?

He's making enemies.

Again.

So, how far are you going to go to protect him?

Charlie bloody Chaplin.

Greg, I'll be out in a minute.

Open the door.

My God, what the hell's going on? Are you all right?

What's all that racket?

There's someone trying to get in.

Where? In the corridor.

It's all right.

I thought it was you.

It's all right. They've gone now.

Someone's trying to get in.

See you tomorrow.

All right.

Archie, stop worrying.

Yes, Catherine. Good night.

Night.

moved you on? Aye, that's Wayne.

I have an idea for another pit.

Just the central.

Are you not supposed to vet people who come in here? What is it, open house?

Are you a resident here?

Leave it, Greg.

No, I'm not. And neither is she anymore.

Jack, come on. They've just won a treasure place.

That's the last time they'll all come between us.

Come on.

There's something I've got to do.

you

Control McDowell.

You want a result.

We'll get one for you.

But if things get messy, I don't want him to suffer. Do you understand?

Just get that result.

No, I hope Viv wins.

For Jenny and Susan's sake.

Even though I might lose my practicing certificate if she does.

Mr. Hanson. Oh, thanks, Libby.

I think I've got all the books I need.

Oh, you shouldn't worry.

Dr Lester never uses books.

Our listeners' needs are pretty basic.

Dr Lester usually gets asked about mumps, measles and chicken pox.

Only once in a blue moon does he get a VD question.

The same I would imagine will apply to yourself.

Expect the mundane, but always be ready for the VD caller.

VD.

Very difficult caller.

Call line one. I'm sure, yes.

And we have a caller, Mr. Jenk. Mr.

Jenk has a problem.

And, um...

The most important thing to remember, Mr Jenks, is that with

all things to do with litigation, it can always be a slow business, and I

would suggest... We'll find out what our legal seagull suggests right after

Kylie.

need a new advocate.

Hanson's out of it. He's stepped down.

What?

Why? No, you know better than to ask questions like that, Catherine.

Mr. Hawkinson's telephone.

Viv Little.

Put her through.

Liv, this is Dominic Lawson here.

How can I help you?

Just tell him that we won.

Tell him he's finished.

He's not in.

You can't wait all day.

I can.

This is his car.

You're going.

I'm a lawyer, Greg.

Not a private detective.

Call me if you need me.

Well, after what Archie's told us, I think the local council deserve a golden

flatulence award.

Look, I didn't come here to be made fun of.

No one's here to make fun of you, Archie.

Dr. Lester has no problems with the format.

Well, perhaps Dr.

Lester is used to all this. Caller number eight, before you ask your

our legal seagull, tell me, what sort of music do you like?

Most types of music, particularly choral, if you had to push me.

Mr. McCandlish, please sit down.

Why so glum? Things are going well.

In fact, if the prosecution had any sense, they'd throw in the towel in

position. I wouldn't.

We have a problem.

A big problem.

It's the question. Both left me.

Wife and child.

Making horrible accusations.

Taunting me.

Stripping away my self -respect.

Mr. Hosea and I tried to reason with her.

But it only made her worse.

She alienated the child.

She undermined everything that was beautiful.

She was evil.

I tried to help her.

I tried to make her understand.

It was when it started affecting the child.

I never used violence towards her.

I love her.

I never beat her, hit her, hurt her in any way.

Thank you, Caller 8. We've got a pretty tight schedule here.

Until you stuck your evil nose in.

Had I hit her?

Had I hurt her?

You know that I hadn't.

We were working it out.

But you, Mr. Hoseason, saw something in it for you, a good case.

So you came to my house, stirred it up.

I want you to know that after your visit, any chances we had of saving

had been destroyed by you.

You needed to know that, Mr. Hoseason.

And I needed to tell you.

It wasn't like that. You...

Misunderstood. What about some music?

Danny, have we anything choral back there?

And I will make you suffer for it.

When did this happen?

Last night.

I don't understand.

No one does.

There doesn't seem to be a reason.

We have to face the fact.

Hanson has ditched you.

And I want to know why.