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a similar pattern right down the cup right into

Thank you.

Thank you. Thank

you.

I'll get that.

Thanks. Pleasure.

Thank you.

I haven't seen you here before.

I haven't seen you here before.

I've only been a couple of times.

Last time I came with a friend, but she's got cold.

Cheers. Cheers.

I didn't realise how difficult it was for a woman to come out on her own, but

is. I can believe it.

What's your name?

Betty. I'm Alec.

Alec Dewar.

How do you do?

You're not married then?

No.

My husband's in the match for me and they all recommend me.

The only time.

Once every two months.

I used to be in the RAF.

What did you do?

That's what I do now.

You're a therapist.

A lot of people come to me for help in giving up smoking.

Do you like Rachmaninoff?

Well, I used to.

You look like a Rachmaninoff girl to me.

Thank you.

Do you live on your own?

I have a lodger.

Plays drums for the rivals.

Who? The band at the disco.

But he won't be back for some time yet.

And your shoes have said you're staying.

No, they've said my feet are killing me.

Of course, you may have something to go back home to. A dog.

Or a parrot.

No, just home.

Ah.

Well, I was thinking of going away for a couple of days.

To my cottage on the west coast.

Would you like to come?

We don't even know each other.

Well, you broke one convention tonight.

Break another.

Up there. Okay?

You'll make room for them yet?

Selling strawberries.

Very funny.

How's Jane?

Haven't seen her for a while.

Okay. You must bring her around for a meal one night.

Yeah.

You seeing anyone yourself these days?

Jim Taggart.

Does he ever smile?

Yes.

When you have to make an appointment.

Tiger?

What?

Right.

Get your skates on, Peter.

I've got a severed leg near the air -skating bridge.

Do you want it?

No. The kind you put mint sauce on.

It's beginning to smell a wee bit now, sir.

By the way, you're the one that's smelling.

I had sweat. I was playing tennis.

Well, that's time in the morning.

When do I get any other time?

You might have a bath before you come on duty.

Who found it? The van driver. What, here?

What is he, some sort of exhibitionist?

Probably thrown from a car.

What a way to go.

Good quantity stocking.

The next thing you'll be telling me is what she had for breakfast.

No. I don't know what you had.

I've taken your time.

It took me six weeks to learn this.

Oh, I think I'll take me six years.

Helps if you've got strong hands.

Where were you before?

Johnson's tea factory.

Where did you leave?

My mother was ill.

I had to look after her.

The better now?

She died a couple of weeks ago.

What about your dad?

Don't remember him.

It's good to have a job again after six months.

We're all one big happy family here.

Isn't that right, George?

I said we're all one big happy family here.

Ah, that's right.

As long as you don't mind the smell of blood.

Dr. Andrews is examining the leg now, sir.

Victim's age?

Between 25 and 40. We're hoping to narrow it down.

What do you reckon?

Is she from round here?

Could have been dumped from a car coming from anywhere.

Do we have any missing persons?

Yeah, we've got a few.

We're doing the usual checks with other forces.

Could be a long task.

We'll hope we can close this case in a fortnight.

Taking my wife to Bali for three weeks, then.

Oh, we'll do our best, naturally, sir.

Experience suggests that the wrappings often provide the best leaves.

You sound as if we get one a week. Oh, thank Christ we don't. There must be a

lot of Black Watch Titan rugs about.

Black Watch?

It's McDonald.

Black Watch? It's the McDonald of the Isles. Well, make your bloody minds up.

OK, I'll pass that on to him when he comes out.

Bali.

Australians.

Hope he gets hit by a boomerang.

Sir, could have a lead.

House to house have turned up this lady.

Seems she saw a gang of hailed angels party the lay -by three days ago.

Hailed angels?

That's all we need.

Sugar? Oh, here, please.

Thanks.

You're making that 20 -pound haggis tomorrow, aren't you, George?

That's right.

How big's that?

That big.

It's for a few masons' do.

How long have you worked here?

Don't you give us a hand?

I've got to go.

He's been here for six months.

He doesn't say a lot.

Ah, well, he has his problems.

His wife's left him.

Oh.

I didn't realise.

He doesn't like to talk about it.

That'll make a shapely pair, Jim.

Hasn't been in the water long, I'd say.

About a day or two.

From the state of decomposition of the other leg, you're looking for a woman

was killed about six days ago.

Which means she's in no hurry to get rid of the pieces.

Impossible, of course, to tell you how she was killed until we get the rest of

her.

Can you narrow that age down at all?

Thirty -five -ish.

That's a big ish.

The toes seem buckled together.

Yes, from wearing your fitting shoes.

Majority of women do.

I don't suppose you've spotted something useful.

Like a name tattooed on the thigh.

How old are the children?

Two boys of 16, one of 14, and a daughter of 12.

You haven't heard from your wife?

Not a thing.

We've been married for 17 years. She had no reason to leave home.

How was she?

She was always smiling, happy.

No relatives she could have gone to?

I phoned around them all.

Well, I'd like a list of them. But this is what I wanted done ten days ago when

I first reported her missing, but nobody was interested.

It's not a crime to go missing, Mr Robinson.

Not a crime?

To leave a husband and four children?

We haven't got the manpower to trace every missing person.

You have the manpower now, don't you?

I'd like a list of the relatives.

For something.

I found this three days ago.

Where?

Behind the clock.

We'll be right there.

Flippingston, sir. He needs help.

Don't I know her.

Sorry, sir.

It's an emergency.

Please. Well, I never did what I want anyway.

I just have a bike.

Quite as big as...

Hello, boy.

What's this?

The Boy Scout Jamboree.

The last person that did that near me wore his boss' head for earrings.

You all right, big man?

Sorry if we interrupted something.

I don't talk to pigs.

I don't make a habit of talking to people with a manners of pigs.

But sometimes the job demands it.

What's your real name?

Just Zach.

How many more times?

Okay.

So you just happened to see a car pull up and somebody throw an object down the

bank. Right.

You can't describe the car.

I'm a biker.

I don't look at cars.

You're not colorblind, are you?

It was night.

You the only one who saw it?

Most of us had crashed.

I was the lookout.

Against what?

Atala the Hun.

What were you doing there, anyway?

We were on a run. And what were you doing today?

The same run.

And you can't begin to describe the person you saw?

No.

Weren't you curious to know what he'd thrown down the bank?

I don't interfere in other people's business.

What's your name?

I've read where you come from.

Oh, you can read up here, then.

Take those bloody glasses off!

Now, listen, you.

I could charge you and your pals with a hundred things and keep you here.

It's Zach Stevens.

There.

Well, it wasn't too painful, was it?

Well, that's that.

What about the dangerous driving? No helmets?

First priority with them is there's a witness.

We've got a missing person.

He chewed up my IV blood.

I hope it doesn't give him energy.

Oh, sir.

When did you last see her?

I haven't seen her for five days.

Not since he went back to sea.

He?

Fred, her husband.

I'm not one to spread gossip, but I could hear the rows they were having

he left.

What does he do?

Merchant Navy.

Chief engineer, oil rig supply vessel.

Comes home one month in two.

If you want to get into the house, the back kitchen window has a catch loose.

Is that right?

We'll catch you.

Do you think I like climbing through windows?

Do you think I like hanging about in doorsteps?

Just because we've got a witness who had his eyes shut, don't take it out on me.

Don't answer me back.

Go and look in the bedroom.

What the hell are you doing in my house?

We thought you were dead.

Dead? I wasn't to know, was I?

Nobody's seen you for five days.

Well, what the hell's that got to do with you?

What's going on here?

Mr. Swan?

Yes?

This is a bit embarrassing for us.

You'll explain.

Police. We're here primarily to check whether you're still alive.

Oh, that's begun mad.

You'll be aware of the recent murder case involving two severed legs.

And you thought they were mine?

You were reported to us as missing.

Have you told anybody else about this?

No, we haven't.

I suppose you had a warrant.

It's all right, Alec.

Oh, this is a friend of mine, Mr Dewar.

Well, thanks for being so understanding.

Excuse me.

Well, you can go back to your own house now, Mrs Barnett.

Next time you're going somewhere, tell me.

That's what neighbours are for.

Don't think she'd come in, Alec. It would look bad.

Your case.

Thanks for a great time.

No guilt?

It was a chance to get away to forget.

Thanks.

Well, uh, see you at Havana, Jones.

How's the new girl?

Ah, she's fine.

You keep pigeons, don't you, George?

Ah, that's right.

There's something in the paper I thought you might be interested in.

Something about stealing pigeons' brains from people's dookies.

See, this woman has just disappeared.

But what's he done?

Pipped the other pieces?

He has.

With the publicity, I'll make him get rid of them fast.

All the Aussies already done it.

You can find the source of the tartan rug. Oh, there must be thousands like

Buck Ruxton was more obliging.

All right, then.

Parsi doctor from Lancaster.

Cut up the children's housemaid and his wife.

Wrapped a piece up in the local paper.

Now, that's where you draw publicity.

Where do you live?

Just off Maryhill Road.

How do you travel in?

Car.

I go East Scots.

You know that?

No, it's a shame it's the opposite direction.

Oh, well.

Home to cook for one again.

They don't put your food in here.

Not yet.

I like cooking Chinese.

Oh, I...

I'll see you in the morning. Good night.

You're a dryer.

He's a close one.

I do feel sorry for him.

That's all.

Get away.

That's a token gesture on your part.

It isn't.

And I'm sorry you think that. Well, you were the one who brought up the idea of

a holiday.

I've been looking forward to it.

I can't see you solving this one in two days.

I mean, did you have to take it? There are other detectives in Glasgow, surely.

You said yourself you had some leave due to you.

This isn't an ordinary case.

We don't even know who the victim is.

I've had an invitation to go to Canada.

To do what?

Visit disabled groups, study their methods.

When? Next month.

I'll probably go.

Mr. George?

Yes? My name's Angus Robinson.

I'm looking for my wife.

Well, how can I help you?

I found a card with your name and address on it. My kids don't seem to

so I assume my wife knew you somehow.

Robinson? Yeah, Mary Robinson.

She's been missing for ten days.

Oh, yes.

She came to me.

Two or three times.

What for?

Well, I'm a hypnotherapist. Your wife came to me as a patient.

She wasn't ill. She was.

She was depressed.

She never said anything to me about it.

Look, if your wife is missing, Mr. Robinson, I suggest that's a matter for

police.

She walked out on me.

And the four kids.

I'm sorry.

I really am.

Excuse me.

Are you a friend of Mr. Dewar's?

Sorry? A patient?

No, I... Forgive me for asking, but is perhaps your wife a patient of his?

What do you know about my wife?

Nothing, personally.

I'm Judy Morris.

Got her Sunday Herald.

Could we talk?

Do you have any... What? A smoke.

No, not that kind.

And here he is, my main man, Paul Young.

Hello. Hello.

Aren't you going to introduce us?

Alex, this is... Lena. Lena. Hello, Lena. I've seen you here quite a lot.

Shall we dance?

Aye. Okay.

You don't waste time, do you?

What? I said, you don't waste much time.

Missing persons.

Some of them will come home tonight, some of them won't.

Their son might be buried somewhere.

We will never know.

I thought you were supposed to be the married one.

I'm going for a drink.

Can I?

No.

No, thank you, sir.

I'd rather see you fresh in the morning.

I'll be fresh.

Could be she's from another part of the country.

I don't think so, sir. I think she's local.

Well, I hope you're right.

Good night. Good night.

Mr. Robinson, Detective Chief Inspector Tiger.

It's about this card you found behind your clock.

Hey,

it's been like it ever since his daughter left home.

You're taking it out on you, huh?

What's new?

Where's she gone?

Taken up a nursing post at some hospital in Manchester, I think.

Didn't you go out with her a couple of times?

Yes.

Peter.

There's something I haven't told anybody else.

What?

Can I trust you?

Yes.

It's June. She's walked out.

What? She's left me.

I don't believe it.

I'll call later.

Why didn't you tell anyone before now?

Come on.

Most of the guys were at my wedding.

You've only been married, what, 18 months?

So where is she?

That's it. I don't know.

Got home around midnight a week ago Friday and there's no... Don't bother

looking for me. Don't try to find me.

Why did she do it?

You must have some idea where she is.

Parents are on holiday. She's not with them.

One of her friends knows where she is. I'm damn sure of it.

You want to make it official?

Come on.

And have everybody know.

Which you'll come back sooner or later, Peter.

Fancy that played over there.

Well, I don't suppose you see much of him if he's a security guard.

No, I don't.

Do you get lonely?

I do a bit.

Oh, dear.

I can't have that.

Do you use a pendulum?

Huh? Or do I have to stare into flames?

You've been watching too many films.

I use my voice.

It opens doors.

Sorry. What can we do for you?

I'll leave you alone, then.

Good night.

My lodger.

Hey, listen.

I was thinking of going away for a couple of days to my cottage on the west

coast.

You're right to come.

This report has got quite a file on Dewar.

Why did his wife go to him?

Dewar said she was depressed.

Well, I can't understand why people want to take the probe, Mr. Cranks.

Sometimes there's nobody else.

Sarge, stay to the end.

Yes?

Mr. Jura.

We'd like a few words.

It isn't convenient.

It's convenient.

What's it about?

Can we come in?

Well, at least you've learned the grace of ringing doorbells.

We're looking for a Mrs. Mary Robinson.

We understand she was a patient of yours.

Yes. Her husband was here yesterday.

When did you last see her?

April the 27th.

Mrs. Robinson went missing on the 28th.

I didn't realize.

So anything you could tell us about her would be useful.

She was depressed, unhappy with her family, felt trapped.

I meet a lot of women like her.

Would she have taken her own life?

I don't know. I hope not.

Did she tell you she intended leaving her husband and children?

No. But if she had, it wouldn't have surprised me.

Where did she find out about your services?

I advertise.

Was Mrs. Swan a patient?

No, she was...

Just a friend. You married, Mr. Dure?

Separated. My wife's living in France, I think.

How long ago?

About a year. Look, is this the same inquiry? Are you still looking for the

owner of the legs?

It is the same inquiry.

I wouldn't chop up a woman.

Terrible waste.

We're looking for Rona Cameron.

I'll be with you in a moment.

If you'd like to start unloading, there's a couple of guys coming to help

a minute, okay?

This job is its compensation.

What can I do for you?

You're one of the biggest manufacturers of tartan rocks. So I like to think.

We're the police.

We'd like you to come down to the station and help us identify a piece of

tartan. Has it got a label on it? No. No label.

What tartan is it?

MacDonald.

MacDonald.

It could be difficult. There's a lot of copying goes on.

It's quite a large piece.

Connected with some crime, is it?

You could say.

What do you imagine he's got in there?

What? That box.

Ask him.

I'm not nosy.

Perhaps he's got you a birthday present.

Oh, I'm sure.

You know, I could unpick that string and do it up again in five seconds.

Why don't you?

This is Mr Cameron, Detective Inspector Taggart. Hello.

How do you do?

Have you two got nothing to do?

I was about to say it's difficult to tell whether this is ours.

It could be.

There's one sure way of knowing.

What's that?

We keep all our dye stuffs on file.

So we can extract the dye from some of these threads and compare them.

That's a start.

Right.

What was it used for?

It was used to wrap up part of a human body.

Well, I'll do all I can to help.

You know, most people would feel squeamish knowing a thing like that.

I might be if the part of the body was still in it.

If it is your rock, how many shops would sell it?

You're talking about hundreds.

All right.

I thought I may be.

I've painted like I've been painted heavy.

I've got one, sir.

Thank you.

It was a big moment. All right, guys.

Keep it changed.

Bye, John.

Cheers.

Listen. Change self -defeating patterns.

Hundreds helped. Smoking, overweight, sexual problems.

Caring psychotherapist, hypnotherapist, Alexander Dewar.

What's he like?

Smart. Qualified.

He's not registered, if that's what you mean.

Well, good work if you get it.

Have you told Jim yet?

You've got to, Kenny. What I told you was in confidence.

You know the sort of case we're working on.

Gene doesn't want to be traced.

If there's anyone on the trace, it'll be me.

I wonder how long he's going to be on that delivery.

Apart here because I don't want your employees to know I'm about.

How many have you got?

On the manufacturing side or all together?

All together.

Sixty -three.

I'll need their home addresses, please.

That explains your secrecy. You suspect one of them.

I wish my choices were so narrow.

When I come to collect the diaster, I'm just an ordinary retailer, okay?

Come to my house.

I'll take it home with me.

Aye.

I'd like that.

You shouldn't have been so secretive.

Me secretive? You've been too bloody nosy as usual.

I didn't even think you knew it was my birthday.

You're embarrassed.

We're walking down the steps, Julie.

We're almost at the bottom.

There's the sand and the sea.

You like the sea.

You want to walk across the sand and go in.

I'm going to take your hand and we'll walk across the beach together.

There. How is the sand?

Beautiful.

You feel very warm.

You want... Why don't you

take off your blouse?

Your eyelids are very heavy.

You can't keep them open.

There's no stress here.

Not in this place.

How do you feel?

You need a lesson in anatomy, Mr. Dewar. My mind is up here.

Is the game on Saturday?

What are you

doing,

me Ken?

I'm just going to spend them quietly, reading, watching the telly.

I've got a friend in Maryhill.

I sometimes take her wee girl out.

I'll probably be down your way.

No, I... Have you enjoyed your first week now?

Great.

No tummy vegetarian?

Who cooks for you at home?

What do you mean?

It's just... Jessie told me.

Jessie told you what?

About your wife.

Did she?

How long's she been a... Look, I don't want to talk about it.

Okay.

How long before that cools down?

Early tomorrow morning. It's been running for 10 o 'clock.

Are you sure about what you saw?

I'm sure.

Was it wrapped up in anything?

Did he seem to be?

Could have become loose when the bulldozer picked it up. It's burnt now.

Shouldn't have been reduced to clinker yet, though.

Go and ask the gaffer if he can remember which truck brought that load in.

Looks like I can take a rest of tomorrow morning, then.

Listen, I'm sorry I brought you out. That's all right.

Nothing compared with the test -facing the boys.

If there is a head in there...

Hello. What's her name?

Brock.

She rolled into mud.

Do you like horses?

The last time I rode a horse, it was a Coleman's horse.

Irish hunter.

Oh, you know something about them.

They asked me to find Shergar, but I was too busy.

I've got all the information you wanted.

I hope it's helpful.

I'm sure it will be.

Caroline! Will you take Brock in for me, please? Sure.

She's my neighbour's daughter.

She wants to be a show jumper.

You jump yourself.

Not competitively.

It's nice to have the time.

I make time.

I don't believe in letting work rule my life.

It's a good maxim.

Is that the list you want?

Not really.

I'd be happier if the rug was sold by a dozen specialist shops, not 250 high

street stores.

And that's Justin Strathclyde.

And you've been making that rug for how long?

Five years or so.

And here's the other list you wanted.

Current employees.

I'm afraid I'm going to need another one.

Ex -employees going back the five years.

It'll be a long list.

I'm not easy to work for.

They say that about me.

Do you seriously think he's an employee?

Not really.

It's just in a case like this, you follow up every lead, no matter how

Just be discreet, that's all.

What does your husband do?

We're divorced.

How long?

Ten years now.

Perhaps you were too independent for him.

Perhaps.

Any other information you require?

No.

Not for the moment.

You're late.

All right. I had to see somebody first.

Got your vodka?

Yeah.

Anything harmed?

No.

A fella drove up my motorbike last night. It just started me thinking about

again.

Are you sleeping, Bertha?

Yeah, I'm getting out as much as possible.

That's what you told me to do.

Aye, right.

I know you're sitting about moping. Get out and enjoy yourself.

That's what I've been doing.

I was in Amsterdam last night.

We took this young engineer down the Red Light District.

You know my puppet.

What exactly are you looking for?

A pay rise.

You be here on Sunday?

Yes. Oh, that's good.

The drinks will be tomorrow. There'll be a few men bodies coming in for you.

Heads will be one of them.

Want a drink?

Take a seat, Miss... Judy.

Judy.

Do you always work this late? You?

You've been a hard man to get hold of.

What do you want?

It's about a man called Alec Dewar.

What about him?

I understand he might be involved in this torture murder.

Where did you get that?

Angus Robinson.

His wife is missing.

Now you know better than... I'm not here about the murder.

I'm planning to do a piece for the Sunday Herald on Mr. Dewar. I just

check that I'm not on sensitive ground.

Very considerate of you.

Yes.

So, is he involved?

We've questioned Mr. Dewar, and I'm satisfied he has nothing to do with this

inquiry.

Good.

What's the piece about?

It's an expose of his practices.

I see they haven't escaped you. I hope you've got evidence.

I've been on his trail for some time.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Who's that?

Reporter.

You smell.

A bit infectant.

Had a nice evening, have you?

Busy.

I thought there remained a severed head.

How's the set going?

We're working under the art lights now.

That should heat it up. Then you'll really fall.

You are coming out there.

There are other lines to this inquiry.

I saw Mrs Cameron.

She's divorced, you know.

She would be.

George, it's Scott.

Don't phone and don't come round.

What are you doing here? I told you I might look in.

Look, I'm really busy right now.

Garden rubbish.

Let me help you. No, no, no.

Fine.

How did you find out where I lived?

Ah, Jessie.

I wanted to know if you'd like to come round for your dinner tomorrow.

No, sure.

You said all you do is read and watch television. Well, I didn't watch

television, too. I thought we might as well do it together.

Look, I'm in a bit of a hurry. I've got to go and dump this rubbish.

I'll come with you. No, no, I've got to go on somewhere else afterwards.

Look, why don't you come round here tomorrow sometime?

We'll have your dinner here, all right?

I'll bring it, OK?

Aye, fine.

I'm not entirely helpless, you know.

He won't be a minute.

Still in bed, is he? Yeah, he's having a lie -in.

Do you want a coffee?

Been celebrating, has he?

Must have been.

Do you live here?

I'm in Dixie.

Where did you meet him?

At Havana Joe's.

Disco. I'm drama with the rivals.

Good afternoon.

You must think I spent my life in bed.

We're still searching for Mrs. Robinson.

Look, I've told you, I don't know anything more about her.

Was she just a patient, Mr Dewar?

Or did you try and get on friendlier terms?

What do you think I am?

Did you hypnotise her?

Yes. Make a recording?

No. Usual procedure, isn't it? Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't. In Mrs

Robinson's case, I didn't.

I am reliably informed that not all your consultations are conducted, well,

professionally.

Well, that's a damn lie.

Who's been spreading this rubbish? Never mind who's been spreading it. I've a

right to know. And I have a right to know everything Mrs. Robinson said.

Depression, family life, sexual problems, everything.

Good morning.

I can smell it from here.

It's overall in the wagon.

I think I'll leave you in charge of this, Peter.

Good experience for you.

I'll take a cup of tea, though.

I hear you've been working beside rats.

I'm used to it.

I'll pretend I didn't hear that.

There's something I ought to tell you.

There's another missing person.

Kenny Pauper's wife, she walked out on him a week ago last Friday.

When did you hear about this?

A few days ago. A few days ago? He was embarrassed about the guy's finding out.

That's why he didn't want it made official.

Don't let on I... Kenny.

Yes, sir. I want you back at headquarters with me. No.

You see, I've called the police. Well, you can understand how... The police

here? Yes.

Oh, Mrs. Swan, I can't tell you how... That's all right, Mrs. Barnett.

Thank you.

You

didn't tell me

the police were here.

They're not. I must have forgot.

Come on, Betty.

How could you forget something like that?

Well, I did.

Look,

it was all a mix -up.

When I got back, I found them coming out of the house. They thought I was the...

Do you know that woman that was murdered? Where they found the legs?

They were in here?

Yes, but they were very apologetic.

What were they doing?

Clutching? They left as soon as I arrived.

Where the hell were you?

Shopping. Who brought you back?

What do you mean?

You weren't shopping.

Some guy brought you back.

His name is Alec Dewitt.

And he's a hypnotherapist.

A hypno -what? A hypnotherapist. I'm going to him for treatment.

Fred, it hasn't been easy for me since Patrick's accident.

Here on my own, I needed help.

Why didn't you go to the doctor?

And get more drugs.

Now, Mr Dewitt, he's...

He's patient.

I talk to him and he listens to me. He's very understanding.

How much does he cost?

Does that matter? We're no short.

Listen, I don't earn good money over there for you to waste on cranks. If you

hadn't wasted it on a motorbike for our son, he might still be alive.

And you've no idea where she is?

None. Have you spoken to her parents?

They're on holiday, sir.

Driving around Europe.

Maybe she's with them.

They left by the time she disappeared.

I've phoned round all her friends.

They either don't know or they're not telling me.

I'd have come forward sooner, but I didn't think it necessary.

She doesn't wear the kind of stockings... I want to see that note.

I've been carrying it around with me.

I must have read it about a hundred times.

How bad were things between you?

No worse than any cropper's marriage. Straight answers, please.

She'd complain about my hours.

She never saw me.

When she did see me, I was always tired.

That's about it.

That note mentions drinking.

Who doesn't?

She'd complain about that.

Just about relaxation, that's all it is.

She seems determined you shan't find her.

I suppose that is her handwriting.

Of course it is.

What do you think I did?

Chopped it up and wrote it myself.

Thanks a lot.

Me.

Pity. Enormous pity.

It must be possible to get a print.

Decomposition in itself is no problem.

Fingerprints go right down to the dermis.

In this case, we have no dermis.

Eaten by maggots, Peter.

Two days in all that stinking rubbish and we don't even have a fingerprint.

A fan, bloody tactic.

I think you'd better take him over the road and buy him an orange juice.

One thing I have noticed, they seem to have been very skillfully dismembered.

What about the legs?

On the legs, too.

But now we've got these, it gives a more complete picture.

It's obvious.

Hi, Peter. I didn't see you come in.

A whiskey and a gin and tonic, please.

Do you want a topper?

No, sir.

Have you been on that dump job?

Yes. I thought I could smell dental.

If you want to get yourself on a drug spore, you don't do that sort of thing

there. Do you have people like Jim Taggart?

Getting you down, is he?

Well, worse than him.

I'd like to meet them.

Well, they wouldn't say too much about it. We'd just come in.

Keep the change.

A lady to your misery.

Cheer up.

We've only got the big bet to find.

Couldn't bear another minute in that place.

Part of the job.

Very heavy, please.

You were one.

So, what did Kenny say?

Probably the same thing he said to you four days ago. He asked me not to tell

anyone. It's part of your duty to tell me.

He gave me a list of her friends.

I spent the afternoon ringing round them. Nobody's seen her for a fortnight.

You don't really think it's her?

How well do you know her?

Quite well.

Thank you, sir.

Very nice.

What would she like?

Restless. Bit of an artist.

Frustrated intellectual type.

Is she the sort of woman that would reply to an advert placed by a lecture?

Come on.

Old housewife.

Frustrated. Husband drinking too much. A bit depressed.

What do you think he is? A sorting house for every troubled female in Glasgow?

You may be near the truth.

Thanks.

I'm giving you an opportunity to get away from that rubbish dump, Earl

about you finding more of the body?

Not the most glamorous part of police work.

I never thought of it as glamorous.

Some people do.

Well, here's the other list you wanted.

Ex -employees going back five years.

I warned you it would be long.

What do you do? Eat them?

Do you want a drink?

I'll take a malt.

Right.

Do you take water in it?

No, thank you.

You know, it must take a lot of courage to cut up a body like that.

Courage?

Well, maybe that's the wrong word.

Try cold -bloodedness.

I wonder why he didn't just bury her.

He was probably frightened she'd be identified.

Buried bodies have a habit of being dug up.

It makes you wonder how many missing people are buried somewhere and won't be

found. I don't have time to worry about things like that.

Only the ones that are found.

You don't mind me taking an interest?

Not at all.

Who is this? This is the horse.

He was mine.

His name was Starcloud.

He injured himself in a jump and I had to shoot him.

Must be a hard thing to do.

Not when something's in pain.

Were you riding him at the time?

No, my husband was.

You're in the Sunday Herald.

Don't be ridiculous.

Read it.

That hypnotherapist you went to, what was his name?

I looked you up.

Didn't he do you much good, did he?

Well, we'll have to go back.

Was that him?

It's difficult to tell.

There's a picture of him. No, see, I said it's difficult to tell.

He's the guy that brought you home, isn't he? Well, he must be, mustn't he?

I want the truth.

He's in there.

I'm not getting involved.

You are involved. You live here.

Where are you going?

I'm off to my room.

Bloody coward.

Scott!

I'm sorry.

Please, stay here with me, will you?

It'll cost you a month's rent.

Two weeks.

No, four.

And that's including the two that I already owe you.

Get stuffed.

You're the coward, Alex.

Have you seen him?

No, but he's definitely over there.

I've got one way to get him out.

Clear off, all of you. I've called the police.

My wife, George.

I didn't know you were a cop.

You know now, don't you?

You have some sort of fund, don't you?

For widows and children.

When you give me back my things, there's a £20 note in my wallet.

You can have it.

Get him out of here.

What's there happened to Dewar?

He hasn't broken any law.

I'm away at sea six months of the year.

I'd like to know my wife's safe from men like him.

That's all.

Well, that's up to your wife, isn't it?

Thanks, Kika.

If I thought you'd sent me there on purpose, I'd give you one to match.

I hadn't forgotten.

I'll be coming.

Who's in the door here?

I've brought round a chicken, ready cooked, some sprouts, potatoes, and a

bottle of vino.

You shouldn't have brought that up. Who wants tea on their own in a family?

I didn't know you were religious.

Religious?

That music.

I'm just fine. It takes my mind off things.

Jacob, leave it all to me.

I'll have to go and check my pigeons.

Can I have a look at them?

No. No, they're laying.

It's been a week now. We've got two legs and two arms and we don't even know who

she is. What's taking us so long?

Dr Andrews seems to think he might know.

What's that?

It may be an idea to ask any missing persons to come forward.

Confidentially, if need be, just so that we can eliminate them.

Kenny Falk was like one. Why not?

Kenny on the porch?

I don't think he'd trust any policeman.

Haven't you any idea where your wife is?

No.

I came back one day and...

She packed her bags and left.

Not even a note?

No.

People can't just disappear.

And they know.

Where did you work before?

I worked a few places before McSweets.

Used to work in the slaughterhouse for a while. Oh, I wouldn't like that.

Ah, well, you used to.

Why did you leave?

Redundancy. I think it made redundant.

Do you have any children?

We had a daughter.

Had?

She died last November.

I'm sorry.

Can I have a cup?

Heroin.

We've no idea.

She becomes so secretive, you know, she...

Telling lies, staying in her room all day.

Difficult to wake her up.

We found her one morning in the bathroom, dead, with the needle still

her arm.

I had no idea.

Well, I don't talk about it much.

See, Edna and me, we blamed each other for Pauline's death.

That was it, just...

The bitterness rose.

Maybe she'll come back.

Your wife.

I doubt that.

I doubt that very much.

Last one.

I'm sorry.

No, it's the flow of the day.

You're feeling so good today.

I was going to sick over the weekend.

You need to drive?

Yeah, I should.

Well, when you're finished, let's just go home, eh?

I might as well.

Mr. McSween.

Detective Chief Inspector Tiger, Detective Sergeant Livingston. Ah, you

have to tell me. I've had 300 butchers on me today already.

I'm looking for the guy that chopped up this woman.

Are you married?

Afraid so.

Is your wife accounted for?

Accounted for? What kind of language is he speaking?

Is she at home?

Well, if she's not, give her a bollocking.

Jessie, was my wife in the shop yesterday afternoon?

Aye, that's right.

Why?

Police are checking.

What makes you think it's a butcher?

Oh, it's just a hunch.

Well, if it's an amorous butcher, you'd have to try Porteous and Kenilworth

Street. He's got three in the go.

Oh, we've seen him.

All accounted for, as this one would say.

Here you go.

I wish you'd learn to speak English and like me to speak French.

Good. We've got enough difficulties.

All right, what about the band? They'll be joining you a little bit later on.

Now, what about a little bit of Two Shot from Catch a Goo Goo?

That will get them to you.

Oh, that's too short.

You don't look good.

You've got to smile.

That's four quid off the rent.

Two joints.

Good stuff.

I suppose you're going to rush round and find out what's wrong.

Oh, he looks so elderly.

don't they? Yeah, there's something not right with him.

Any more news for George?

No. I just thought I'd do it with the flu.

Good night, girl.

Genuine article? Yeah, looks like it.

Who find her?

The guy with the dog.

I'll have a word with him.

Didn't hear.

Can you give me a photograph of this bit?

Sir, a feather.

It was in the folds.

Could have got there soon.

It's too deep inside.

What kind is this?

I'm no expert.

I guess I'd say a parrot.

We'll find another body. It's lying in the ditch.

She's Mrs.

Harriet Gordon, 48 Green Drive, Rutherglen.

A bit near for coincidence.

She's been dead about three days.

Looks like a particularly nasty hit and run.

I suppose we're all thinking the same thing.

He's made his first mistake.

I was just looking for George.

I was just looking.

You're trying to piss.

Doesn't matter.

There are two groups of feathers.

Down feathers and contour feathers.

This is a contour feather.

All feathers have knots.

With sparrows, they're close together.

Wading birds are different. Their knots are pointed and conical.

Chicken feathers will have characteristics the same as wading

isn't a chicken feather.

This one has long knots with several protruding tips.

Do you want to have a look?

Just tell us what it fell off.

A pigeon.

It's a pigeon feather.

Tiger.

It's for you.

I'll take it outside.

Some pigeon owners do dye their birds exotic colors.

Really?

Hello?

Yes. Yes, I'm still here.

Where?

I don't want this.

At least now you know I'm alive.

How many bullets?

Hard to say.

Entry wounds are close together in the chest.

Are the bullets still in there?

Yes.

I'm just going to get them out for the ballistic boys.

Now at least we know how she died.

Doesn't fit the pattern of domestic murder, though, does it?

You must know quite a lot about your murderer by now.

We do?

Everything.

About his name.

You feeling better?

Aye, fine. Just a wee touch of glue, that was all.

A hot toilet before your bed.

It doesn't cure anything, but it's a great excuse.

Who needs an excuse?

I'm your Tina, Ruthie.

Well, didn't you see how you were last night?

When?

About six.

Couldn't get any answer.

I was probably sleeping.

I don't know how hot they come aspirin.

There was this guy trying to get into your picture and took it.

What guy?

No, he didn't tell me his name.

What did he look like?

Tall, blonde hair, about 20.

I thought I'd better tell you, because I remembered what you'd said about

thieves, but he seemed to know you. Why did you not tell me this before?

I'm sorry.

I've got the bulletin report on the bulletin.

Interrupting reading.

So, where is Jane Forfer hiding?

Old school friend.

You gonna tell him?

That's difficult.

I thought he was a mate of yours.

He is.

Nine millimeter what?

Italian Fiocchi bullets.

Fairly rare in this country.

Normally found abroad in personal protection guns.

How big is a gun like that?

Small enough to conceal in a handbag.

Well... He's checking all the collectors and firearms clubs.

But if he has used a license gun, he's a bigger idiot than he's appeared so far.

By the way, that's the name of the next pigeon keeper we're going to see.

George Bryce.

I like the sound of him.

That young detective asked me out.

Join the club.

I think the other one's trying to chat me up. Is that why?

He seems to think I might have something to contribute to the case.

Or maybe he doesn't. Shouldn't you tell him?

Let him find out for himself.

Yes? We're police officers.

Chief Inspector Tiger, Detective Sergeant Livingston.

Have we caught you an awkward moment?

No, no.

It's just we're making a routine search of all the pigeon dookers in Glasgow.

Would you object to slipping in yours?

No, no, not at all. Just to be clean out here.

Right, Kenny.

Have a few words?

Not sure.

Whereabouts do you work?

Uh, McSweeney's.

McSweeney's, the butcher's.

You're a butcher?

Oh, well, I make, uh, I make haggis and, like, puddings and stuff like that.

You know, it's a, it's a small business and, uh, we all do a wee bit of

everything. Uh, I make deliveries as well.

Is your wife at home?

No, we've, uh, we've separated.

Oh, she's, uh... Oh, to tell you the truth, I don't know where she is.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

How long's she been gone?

Three months now.

Doesn't it worry you you don't know where she is?

Well, like I say, we're separated. I mean, you know, sometimes you're better

no -knowing something than knowing it.

Look, can I ask you what this is all about?

That's just routine inquiry.

Different one?

No, I think.

Do you mind if he does? We get paid far too much these days. Oh, hi.

I wish I had a job like that.

Where did you work before McSween?

Well, quite a few jobs.

Actually, uh, mainly just kind of filling in, you know, after it was made

redundant.

Redundant from where?

From where I used to work.

The slaughterhouse.

Not a job I'd like.

Uh -huh.

Um, what exactly are they looking for?

Looking, uh... Do you mind if we take a look inside the house? We could get a

search warrant, but we're prepared to do it this way.

What's going on here?

I mean, I don't mind helping you. I've got nothing to hide.

If you'll just tell me what this is all about.

Pigeon pets.

Sorry, Scott, but you know how it is.

Why now?

You just don't fit in.

I used to.

I hear the Scratts are looking for a drummer.

How do you know?

We've got theirs.

Well, thanks for your help, Mr Bryce. We'll not bother you again.

Are there any other pigeon fanciers in the area?

Aye, there's two across there.

Ah, we've seen them.

Cheerio.

Cheerio.

Check at that light fixed. It'll be lifted.

Aye, I'll keep my hands to get it sorted.

We're sure she's been missing three months.

We checked with a neighbour.

Does he know you took this?

Borrowed, sir, but no, he doesn't.

And no gun?

No, no evidence of one.

And we know our victim's been dead for only about two weeks. Look, she's

missing. He can't stay where.

He's a butcher.

He keeps pigeons.

He's got a dent in his car. What colour is it?

Fawn.

You might be interested to see what we got on the hit -and -run victim.

They found fawn paint on her clothes.

Oh, there is a bonus.

George Bryce worked for four months as a packer at Rona Cameron's woolen mill.

Well, that clinches it.

So, what are we waiting for?

Forensic tests.

And in the meantime?

Let them stew.

forward again. Shoulders back, back straight.

That's it. Very good, gorgeous. Carry on.

Don't let your hands bounce about.

Keep down, keep still.

I thought you weren't going to come here.

A man is helping police with inquiry.

Oh, that's good.

But one other thing.

Do you keep records of discount sales to employees going back about three years?

Oh, you're asking the impossible now.

What's a pity.

Are you trying to say he is an ex -employee after all?

There was a packer who used to work for you about three years ago named George

Bryce. Yes, I remember him.

Think anyone else would? Somebody that worked with him?

Why?

I want to know if you bought any tartan rugs. It's very likely. We do give staff

a good discount.

I don't want anybody to know about this yet.

Sounds like you're asking me to play detective.

I am.

Any, George?

No, not quite.

Some sorry things have been a bit slow today.

It's all right.

We'll just leave you to look out there.

All right, fine. I'll meet with somebody later anyway.

Right. See you tomorrow.

Ah, good night.

Can't you tell anything about this chap?

Only that I spent three days on a rubbish tip because of him. Why don't

arrest him?

We're waiting for some forensic results.

Sounds very technical.

I wouldn't wait if it was up to me.

By the way, I think Jim Taggart fancies your neighbour.

A lot of guys do.

I don't think he'll get very far.

Morning, Ruthie.

What's this?

George has left the bloody boilers on.

You were friends again yesterday.

Could be indicative.

Of what?

She doesn't want to know, Kenny. She's my wife, for Christ's sakes. All right,

boys. Let's get Bryce first, eh?

You were quick.

Quick?

He's in there.

She's...

Who found the body?

I did.

Must have been here all night.

Turned off the boilers when I came in.

Kenny, take them outside.

And don't you touch anything else in the shop.

Well, what have we got here, Peter?

Bryce killed his wife.

Who killed Bryce?

The biscuit is not going to like this.

It was just all this steam.

And he was lying there.

How long have you worked here?

Two weeks.

Did you know him well?

Can you not give us time?

She was going out with a guy.

Well, sort of.

How often did you leave him to lock up?

Now and again.

He was a bit behind yesterday. He wasn't feeling well.

He said he was meeting somebody.

Did he say who?

Or where?

Could have been here. He didn't say.

Did he have his own keys?

I had his own keys.

That's a funny thing, that. I killed him at the... under lights off in

Loughborough. He wanted to give himself plenty of time to get away.

Before you say anything, nobody knew it was going to be shot.

I've just been talking to Angus Robinson.

He's got a postcard from his wife.

He's not coming back to him.

It's a bit academic, no, son? Oh, not really.

Our wives will be joining us soon, I think.

Does it have to be so loud?

How would you want to smoke in the house?

We get another visit from the law and they say... You're starting to sound

my father. Yeah, and what are your drums doing on the stairs?

I've left the band.

I might sell them.

Why?

They've got a new drummer.

What's the matter? Don't they like your style?

It seems not.

I'm old -fashioned.

I don't fit in.

You'll find another band.

I told you I've given up. Police are investigating the fatal shooting this

morning of a butcher shop assistant in the centre of... Turn it down! The man

has been named as George Bryce, aged 40.

But no other details about the shooting have yet been released.

The Scottish Trade Department... We weren't close or anything.

I felt sorry for him.

His wife had left him and his daughter was dead.

Never mention the daughter.

She died of a drug overdose sometime last year.

This chap you met in Bryce's garden. I've told you all I can about him.

He just seemed to be looking for something.

He'd have made room well enough to do a photo -fit picture for us.

I could draw him.

I used to be quite good at art at school.

Oh, please, please let me.

I want to help.

Okay.

There was something else.

He had a badge on his lapel with something written on it. What?

It was a slogan of some sort.

I wish I'd paid more attention.

Ah, you have to know, Rosie.

If you do remember anything, give me a ring.

I doubt Peter will take you to do that drawing.

How are you so quick this morning?

I'd only just put the phone down.

We're efficient, Rosie.

There can't be that many people in Glasgow with guns, surely.

Oh, Jean, don't be so naive.

Well, suppose you do find out who shot Bryce. What then?

Another case arrived on your desk, it'll be the same story. Look, I didn't come

home to give you excuses.

The excuses find you.

None of us expected this.

When I find out who's behind it, I'll follow you out. On your own? I'm not a

child. And it was you who didn't want me to come in the first place.

Only because I thought you'd be left out.

I can sightsee.

Go round to museums.

Okay, we lead separate lives, meet somewhere in the middle.

But for somebody that can write a book about sex and disablement, things

have been as big a problem as they are.

In spite of this chair, I can still walk out.

Strange.

It's hardly a thing to suggest he had a daughter.

Oh, well.

You either want to be reminded or you don't.

What was that?

A little brace was entered in.

I saw them at Havana Joe's.

I'm taking Caroline there tonight.

Weird -looking mob.

Of course, you're into weird -looking mobs, aren't you?

Hmm? Those hell's angels.

You heard of them digging up a grave near Oban yesterday?

What?

Remember a rival gang that had been stabbed?

Some sort of ritual desecration?

No.

You didn't touch Paul.

Obviously.

I didn't expect you to go to all this trouble.

Oh, a salad's no trouble.

Help me, Dr. Brad.

You know, I... I thought that he was the man you were after.

It appears he's not.

Well, he definitely bought the rugs.

I asked him the most roundabout pretext you can imagine.

What do you remember about him?

Very little.

He was good at his job.

Oh, and he took odd days off because of illness.

What about his family?

I get to know the people that work for me, but not that well.

He said he was going to meet somebody the night he died.

Well, if you'd still like me to play detective, I'd say he hired somebody to

murder his wife and then was killed by that person.

What makes you think it was his wife?

It's just an assumption, wasn't it?

Well, you don't usually hire someone to commit a murder and then get rid of the

body yourself.

Hey, Kenny, where is she?

Where is she?

You don't want to know, Kenny!

All right, guys, that's enough. We're calling the police. We are the police.

Look, Kenny, I...

Sit

down.

I dislike suspending any officer.

You can hardly blame Kenny.

What were you doing at the discotheque in the middle of an inquiry?

Relaxing, sir.

And while you were relaxing, it's been established that the bullets which

Bryce came from the same gun.

I know who that guy is.

Come on, big man.

That's Dewar's lodger.

Why did he leave so suddenly?

I don't know.

You can read as well as me.

His drums are still out there.

Yeah, well, there'd be a bit of an encumbrance to him, wouldn't there?

Besides, he's left the band.

Did he ever meet a man called George Bryce?

He had a girlfriend once called Pauline Bryce.

Wait a minute. George Bryce, isn't he the man? Yeah, he's the man.

He was shot dead two days ago.

Pauline Bryce was his daughter.

Did Scott ever take drugs or deal in them?

Why?

I want to know.

Well, I think he probably smoked a little, but I know for a fact he didn't

hard drugs. He felt pretty strongly about them.

So do I.

Pauline Bryce died of a heroin overdose.

She didn't get it from him.

I wouldn't have drugs in this house.

Did Scott own a gun?

How do you expect me to know all these things about him? He lodged here, that's

all.

Um... Shouldn't your eye have healed by now?

Yes. It should have.

He does not look exactly like that.

It's only supposed to be an impression.

I'd know him again if I saw him.

Maybe he'd not get anything to do with it, of course.

It's the first time in my life anything like this has ever happened to me.

The police have probably got more important witnesses than you.

I just keep thinking of him lying there.

He couldn't get another deal.

Go on, Lucy. No, I'll be all right.

Come back in a moment.

You come back when you feel up to it.

You go and talk to the band.

Drop me off at Bryce's in case you missed anything.

They're not taking that with you. Why not?

The police will find them without you. They've got thousands of men on the go.

Man, they need them. There's some strange people about.

You hear about these hell's angels digging up each other's graves?

I'd shoot the lot of them.

It's not even vandalism. It's just thick. Just because they're rival.

What's the matter?

What's happened?

Oh, she's just a wee lassie.

Mrs. Bryce, I presume?

Yes.

Strange to read in the papers about someone you know.

First, I couldn't believe it was George.

Still don't.

Where have you been?

In Edinburgh, working in a hotel.

I've worked in them before.

Nobody questions you, wants to know your business or lack of it.

Why did you leave?

Do you have a daughter, Inspector?

Yeah. So did we.

She's... Neither of us knew about her problem until it was too late.

After Pauline's death, there was very little to hold us together.

Perhaps you can't understand that, Inspector.

Perhaps I can.

Did you ever meet your daughter's boyfriend, Scott Adair?

Yes. I haven't seen him since the trial.

Milk and sugar?

Both, please.

What trial is this?

There was a relief teacher called Heather Jameson, accused of drug

Scott told her she sold Pauline the drugs that killed her.

How did he know that?

They all used to go to this disco.

It wouldn't be Havana Joe's by any chance.

That was it.

Mrs. Bryce, I remember that Jameson case.

The verdict was not proven. She was released.

I know.

Can I use your phone?

Aye, go ahead.

It's so wrong.

George and Pauline are dead and she's still free.

I hardly think she's that, Mrs. Bryce.

Superintendent Tom Burnside, drug squad, please.

Hello. In here.

Detective Sergeant Livingston, meet Mrs. Bryce.

Don't worry, she's not a ghost.

We assumed. Never assumed.

Oh, Tom, it's Jim Taggart here.

I'm trying to trace the whereabouts of an old customer of yours, Heather

Jameson.

Yeah, that's the one.

So, Dave, what happened?

She moved to Merseyside and Merseyside forgot to tell us she moved back here.

Like the gays.

The jury believed she'd confiscated the drugs and she was on her way back to

hand them in.

You can do a good month's work and then some clever bastard at the defence

council can destroy it in a few hours.

So, she's your victim?

Looks like it.

I'll be excited.

Killing Bryce wasn't... So you think it was Scott who did it?

He was Pauline Bryce's boyfriend.

Do you remember Bryce at the trial?

Never made himself known.

Bryce said he spent every day there.

I mean, a lot of parents did. A few of them would like to have killed her.

Remember any of them?

I remember the one who made the most noise. A guy called Sworn.

Fred Sworn.

Richard Nevy.

Ship's engineer or something.

Their son died in a motorbike accident.

He was on LSD at the time.

Supplied by Heather Jameson. I met Swan.

I didn't know that.

Where do you meet Bryce?

Swan made a point of meeting everybody.

A Buckfield radio station?

I'd like to put a call through to the MV Braemar.

She's an oil rig supply boat.

The person I want to speak to is the officer of the watch.

I can't keep you away.

I thought I'd call round to tell you we've almost solved the case.

I have a distinct feeling of déjà vu.

Oh, this time it's different.

We've got a lead on someone.

Shouldn't be long till we find him.

Well, what do you want me to do this time?

My wife went to Canada this morning.

She'll be away for a month.

I thought I'd like to repay you for last night taking you out to dinner.

Wouldn't you have liked to have gone with her?

She's lecturing to disabled groups.

She's disabled herself.

The last man who asked me out didn't have the courage to mention his wife.

What's wrong with her?

Paralysis after childbirth. Twenty years now.

I see.

Well, you're wasting your time with me.

Why? I was married once, under pressure, because it was what the family

expected.

But now I'm free.

And next to horses.

I prefer my own sex.

How many?

You wouldn't have any idea what the calls were about, would you?

Sir, um, thank you. I think you've told me all I need to know. Yes, thank you.

Bye.

I know who killed Bryce.

It wasn't Scott Adair.

Bryce sat in the public gallery during Heather Jamieson's trial. Slow down.

One of the other parents there was Fred Thwan.

His son died after taking LFD.

What do you say now?

That there's a thug conspiracy?

In the logbook on Thwan, the record reads...

A call made by Swan to Bryce's number.

Proves nothing.

At the time she was killed, Swan's ship was up the Clyde for repairs. It makes

sense.

Swan did the shooting, and Bryce was left to dispose of the body because Swan

had to go back to sea.

What a dear.

Is he in this still?

He must be.

You mean all three of them?

Looks like it.

Jim know about Swan?

No. You'll be popular.

Come on.

Let's get out of this world.

See what he's going to say for himself.

Go away.

Baby's dead.

Baby's dead.

Would you get that message to Mr.

Taggart? Tell him it's very important.

Is there a picture of your husband in here, Mrs. Swan? Yes.

He's not upstairs.

I told you, I've been looking at him all day.

Did your husband own a gun, Mrs. Swan? No.

Could he have brought one back from abroad and concealed it without your

knowing? Is that him?

Yes.

Come on, Peter.

What's he done?

I didn't

kill

her. I just found her for you. But you lose, son.

You can't get me in here like George.

I'm safe in here. Put me back on it.

I thought Mr. Tiger would come himself.

You stupid... I just wanted the police.

I thought... I'm sorry.

Straight on down the stairs.

Hey, don't let anyone out till I say so.

Okay.

The message received.

I thought you said Scott Adair had left the band.

He has.

Well, how come he's at the disco?

I don't know.

A good place to hide.

I must be running very scared.

You did a good job on the artist's impression, Rosie.

Aren't you going to arrest him?

No, there's no hurry. Let him finish his number.

Do you know his name?

Ah. But we thought he'd left the barn.

Something wrong?

No.

Want a drink?

Sorry?

Do you want a drink?

Have a lager, please.

You're barred. You're not getting in.

You staley ass. You don't understand.

Go and fetch an ambulance.

Police said nobody leaves. We all just go back inside.

Police.

Open the door.

Don't let anybody else out. What's happening here? Come on.

Stop that man!

He's a lying guy!

The ambulance is on its way.

Told you I won't make it.

You'll make it.

To Canada, you dunderheed.

Yes, I know.

And it's hard to love another that I found.

This is no mean town.

No mean city.

City life is strange. You take your share of the...

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