All language subtitles for Taggart s07e02 Double Exposure.eng

Here we go, mate.

Here.

Eddie!

We're not caught for the loon!

Well, today, I'll call it today.

I'm sorry.

Hello?

Oh, you're back.

What, today?

It's Saturday.

I'm on duty at the resource centres.

Well... Yeah, okay, okay.

About half an hour then.

Bye.

Welcome back, Eric.

Before you say anything, you were right.

I'm sorry.

I really am.

But I've worked out a way for us to
solve all our problems.

You want to shut the door?

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I know I've been a mug, but this way
it's a new chance with a clean sheet.

What do you think?

Well, I don't know. It solves
everything.

It'd certainly be a weight off my mind.

Things have been a bit... Well, I know.

Trust me.

You go off to the centre, I'll go
through my mail, get things back to

and then we'll cross the Tees and Doddy
Isles on Monday.

OK?

All right.

All right, you've convinced me.

Well, thanks a lot, pal.

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Oh, Diane, that would be marvellous. No
sooner said than done.

Oh, look, I better scoot.

Jim, you've not met Diane.

She's taking some photos for the
accessibility pamphlet.

Hello.

Are you not taking this, say,
accessibility thing a bit far? If you

here, you wouldn't say that.

Oh, remember, we're going out tonight.

How could I forget?

Would you show Diane out? She's late for
work.

You work on a Saturday?

You've got my sympathy.

Where are you going?

Parkhead.

Parkhead?

Lizanne.

Look at this.

Look at it.

The kids could have been killed.

What happened?

I was late with the milk bill. Look, why
don't you just piss off to where you

came from?

What?

Hackney.

Lizanne.

The dad!

I saw someone attack Andy.

The dad!

The dad!

One minute.

I've been involved.

And the only reason he fell was a lack
of safety. Look, don't sit there and

accuse me of taking risks.

I fell because we've been startled with
totally unrealistic schedules.

I'm telling you, Mr.

Malcolmson, there won't be another
stroke of work... I'm telling you there

be another bloody paycheck if you let go
out.

I've a topping -out plan for next week.
And a penalty clause that'll send us all

down that 20.

Are you threatening me?

I haven't even started yet, you...
Gentlemen,

gentlemen!

I feel we should all just calm down and
deal with this responsibly.

Now, on behalf of the union...

What Mr Renton is expressing are
legitimate fears.

They're about the same, Toby.

Mr Malcolmson has a point too.

So let's see if there's somewhere we can
meet in the middle.

Job creation in Pilton. I did a course
for two years, freelance for a bit, and

then the Glasgow Daily News took me on
full time.

So how come you're a sports
photographer?

Oh, I do all sorts.

Today it's the old firm, Matt.

Tomorrow could be new hippo at the zoo.

You never know what's next.

Sounds a bit like my job.

So, did you not fancy the match this
afternoon?

I fancied it very much, but duty calls.

Oh, never mind.

You can see my photos on Monday.

Sorry I'm late. Aye, you are late.

How'd the meeting go?

Petey's agreed to act as arbitrator.

What kind of traitor?

Our data are the same.

And Jackie, next time use paper clips.
They're more accurate.

Care to share it?

Can I have a word, Jim?

By the way, sir, I'm just in to try and
crack these rosters for Monday.

I had a bell from...

Bobby Blackstock yesterday.

Apparently your name's being mentioned
in high places for superintendent.

Superintendent? Are you surprised?

I've never seen myself as management
material.

Think about it, Jim.

I could set up a selection panel, give
them a nod.

Have a word with Gene.

I will, sir.

Well?

Well, I'm away to the old fun match. You
too?

I thought tickets were like a head's
teeth.

I think that's a good composition.

Joy of luck.

Good.

No, no, leave it for a while. See what
happens.

Right.

Hey, look, I've got to go. I'll see you
later. Bye.

Hop in, Jack.

And if there's anything you don't
understand...

Bye

-bye. Bye -bye.

Oh, my God, Philip.

I'm so relieved that you've told her.

Look at me. I've gone all shaky.

Don't you worry now.

It's all sorted out.

Hello, Mr Singh.

You'll be wanting to see the flat, yeah?

Medical job, yeah? I'll see you later at
Babbagee.

Glad you could get away, Jake.

Excuse me.

They

tried

it again, Philip.

But they got the wrong flat.

Come sit down, Jack.

Thanks.

Very comfortable, these big blisters?

Yep.

I've been looking forward to this all
week.

I hope it's a good game.

I'm sure it will be.

Someone just tried to burn me out of my
house.

I've seen the guy in the street.

I don't want to calm down.

Have you reported it? Don't be so bloody
naive.

We've got to sort this out ourselves.

Well, that was the theory, wasn't it?

Self -defence is no offence.

Danny, Danny, rule one, never elevate a
slogan to a tactic.

Rule two, never patronise your own
supporters.

You're beginning to sound like BT. And
you can cut that crap for a start.

I don't deserve it. Look, I'm sick of
being a bloody victim, Philip.

It's time we started dishing it out. And
you'd better make up your mind which

side you're on.

be bounding from one end to the other
and nobody really gaining the upper hand

yet

What's going to be for it?

It's about the suicide.

I'm sure you two can cope.

That's Denham, sir. That's the guy that
found him.

Go and have a word, Jackie. He'll have a
job. He's deaf.

It's okay. I can sign.

What's that one?

I've PNC'd the cursor.

Registered Keeper, Philip McLean, 37
Ashfield, Crescent.

Just two seconds, Mike.

Is that you?

Sorry.

He doesn't know.

Well, mission accomplished.

Well, the chap's sure the car wasn't
here at around 3 .30.

He ran and stopped a police car as soon
as he found the body.

And what was he doing here?

He said he'd lived here for a few
months.

Fascinating. Get a statement.

Has the doctor been called? Doctor, he
was starving his second pint of gin in

it. Hi, Jackie.

Michael, what's the trip?

Ask him.

Oh, dear, dear.

Well, let's take a shifty for the poor
sod's pulse.

That's the hi -hat with the mobile twig
again.

Lock that at 1848.

Is it a knock?

No.

Let's give him enough rope to hang
himself with.

Well, it's an extinction of life.

He's been dead for about an hour and a
half.

Two hours.

Looks pretty open and shut, but we'll do
a PM on Monday. Thanks, Colin.

Where's your gaffer tonight, then?

Polishing off a lamb madras.

Well, I'm off for a drink. Do you care
for a tincture?

Let's get this wrapped up here first.

Looks a lot of embalming, eh?

Well, I'll maybe see you in Babbitties
when you get this lot wrapped up.

Bye.

Charming.

Yep.

Mine's a gallon.

That's another hundred.

And don't give me any grief.

I won't result this time.

No reason at all.

But we've been planning to go away for a
few days.

In his car, you see.

My God.

Did he have any professional worries
that you can think of?

You'd have to ask his partner, Eric,
about that.

They'd been having difficulties, but as
far as I knew, it was all sorted out.

Anyway, nothing that would cause... Oh,
God.

Oh, God.

Busy weekend, Ewan?

Ha, ha.

One suicide, a couple of births, and a
serious assault in Horsham.

It'll make three column inches on page
94.

If I'm lucky.

There should be something for you there,
Peter.

Are you still snapping footballers'
knees?

Well, it beats stealing dead kids'
pictures.

He wasn't dead.

He was just in a life support machine.

What's that doing here? That's one of
mine.

That's a suicide.

You're joking.

I had a drink with him after I took
this.

That one was really nice.

I shame that.

It was him that copped it.

Morning, gentlemen.

Morning. Morning, Constable. How's the
head?

Some of them worried about it.

Right, what have we got here?

Motor vehicle, hose pipe.

Lawyer, eh?

Oh, well, you win some, you lose some,
eh?

Who's here for the ID?

The wife and the partner, Doctor.

Right, I'll have a word.

No money troubles us yet, but the
accountants have been sent in.

So we should get a report in about three
months.

Maritose? My wife says things have been
a bit difficult.

She thought they'd been patched up and
settled.

Well, they have now.

What were his last movements?

He's a volunteer worker at Southside
Resort Centre.

Legal advice, that sort of thing.

Was last seen there by the manageress,
Miss Sharon Lall, at 2 .45.

He was booked by a traffic warden at 3
.15.

And he left this note.

Sorry.

He's been typing a word processor.

OK. Keep me posted.

This looks more interesting.

Serious assault and possum.

Mrs. McLean.

And you, Mr. Barr.

I'm sorry about all this, but it's a
legal formality if you'd care to come

way.

Cherry pink hue lividity.

Ditto major organs. Pointing to the
formation of carboxyhemoglobin

with CO poisoning.

Right, Walter.

Let's do the head.

I don't want to stay in that house
another night.

You're not leaving.

I sent you.

Neither than Britain.

Halloween's.

As well as can be expected.

Look, I'm fresh out of Small Top George.

My nerves are getting bad.

I just... I don't know how long I can
stand it.

I'm getting something done, darling.
Right?

What can you do stuck in here?

I can do plenty.

Believe me.

We'll just reflex the scalp and that...
Hang about, what's this?

Good God.

Colin, take a look at that.

On reflexing the scalp, massive
subcutaneous internal contusions were

Aye, aye.

So on and so forth.

leading to the conclusion that the
victim was rendered unconscious by a

the rear of the cranium before being
subjected to carbon monoxide poisoning,

resulting in his death.

The PM pictures are on the racer. What
about the weapon?

They reckon it was a blunt instrument
like a sandbag or a cosh wrapped in a

cloth.

Right, Michael.

I want the locust sealed off and gone
over with a tooth comb. Take as many men

as you want.

Jackie, have that car taken apart.

I want the forensic collated and on my
desk yesterday.

We've already lost two days in this.

Did he leave a will?

Of course he didn't. He was a lawyer.

Did the lot go to you?

I haven't thought about it.

You're packing away his things, I see.

Life goes on.

Not usually so quickly.

Where were you last Saturday afternoon?

I was here preparing a paper.

I'm a lecturer at the university.

What's your subject?

Penology.

Study of prudence.

I know what it is, Mrs. McLean. What is
all this about? I talked to the police

on Saturday.

It's about this, Mrs. McLean.

Your husband didn't commit suicide.

He was murdered.

That was it. Perfect.

What was that?

Cinema on the south side. See how... I
mean, there isn't even enough room for a

buggy, never mind a wheelchair.

It's the same as that one there. Look,
registrars on Bath Street.

Oh, look, yes, you're right. You can
see.

They've put in a ramp, but it's too
steep.

Typical. Diane, these are great.

Well, they should cause a few red faces.
Quite right, too.

I'll get them printed up as soon as I
can.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to do them
at home because we're not allowed to use

the darkroom at work.

And where are you off to now?

Step by path. A duck's built its nest in
an excavation.

Hello? Uh -huh.

Yeah, okay, 15 minutes. I'll be right
there.

The duck got cancelled.

I told you, I left him here at a quarter
to three.

And there was no one else here? No.

How long have you known Mr McLean?

About a year.

He worked here as a volunteer.

And what do you know about his political
background?

What is this?

Was there not a Philip McLean expert
from the Labour Party recently?

Letters to the Herald and all that.

He was suspended, yes.

And why was that?

I wasn't party to the discussions.

It's your daughter, Brian, not to me.

Who's Brian?

It's no secret we quarrelled.

And you had him suspended from the
party?

The Labour Party doesn't go in for
illegal activity, Mr Jarden.

So what had Mr Maclean in mind?

It had to do with the escalation of
racist attacks.

Philip was into direct action.

And you wanted to pass motion?

Aye, well, that's as may be.

When did you last see him? About a
fortnight ago.

I really don't see how else I can help.

I believe you're a bit of a high flyer,
Mr Beattie.

District councillor, prospective general
secretary of your union. Is that right?

I get it now.

You got my name from Sharon Lyle, didn't
you?

We're not at liberty to say.

And was she at liberty to tell you she's
been having an affair with Phil McLean?

You know, just for once, I'd like to
break a story.

You got the front page, didn't you?
Yeah, with a six -month -old shot.

You stick to ducks in the excavators,
darling. Leave the investigative stuff

the big boys.

Uh -huh.

And, uh, what are you doing?

Next week's expenses.

Is there a bar?

Sorry, I don't believe... Oh, Diane
Johnson, I took this photo a while back

you were on the snooker show.

Goodness, that's right.

Of course, didn't we go for a... We went
for a drink afterwards.

Listen, I'm really sorry about it.

Yeah.

It's hellish. Really hellish.

We did get a copy of that one.

Phil had one with Ike. I'll print you up
a copy tonight.

No bother. No, honestly, it's no bother.

Well, OK, thanks a lot.

Right, okay.

Yeah, of course.

Bye.

What are you playing at? I do the
interviews.

I was just renewing an affirmative.

Excuse

me,

Mr. Taggart, you and Rob, I was just
wondering if you could... No comment.

Happy New Year to you too.

Have you got a quote for me?

Well,

listen.

Get me the address of Bart, the partner.

Sir.

There's no need. That's a model.

They've closed the office. I can't get
near it.

Margaret McLean phoned. I assumed you'd
want to speak to me.

So you know we're treating it as murder?

Thank God.

That's right.

Well, I mean, when I heard Philip killed
himself, my guts just churned up.

It's a relief in a way to know that he
didn't do it.

And you were at the game all afternoon?

I left about quarter to five, obviously,
and I went straight home.

You met him about four hours earlier.

What was that about, a business meeting?

Yes. We'd been under a bit of pressure
lately. The firm wasn't doing too well.

Why's that?

Slump in property values.

On top of that, I'd not... Well, my
mother died a couple of months ago. She

a...

And I'd taken some time off to get
myself sorted out.

I only got back last Saturday.

Did a bit of walking.

Did the West Highland Way.

Anyway,

as I was saying, I've been doing a bit
of thinking and I suggested to Phil that

we take on a new partner.

He seemed... I don't know, as if he had
something on his mind.

He went off to the resource centre
and... Well, you know the rest.

If I knew the rest, Mr Barr, I'd know
who murdered him.

Have a look at this.

That's the cotton wool pad smelling of
chloroform.

This was found next to it.

Looks like a heightened boot or
something.

We're following it up.

So he hit him with something when he
couldn't get him with a pad.

What the hell was McLean doing up at
Penneky Braes?

Sir, I think you should have a word with
the traffic warden.

Sir, this is Mrs. Adams.

Just repeat what you told me.

Like

I

said, I remember it quite distinct
because when I'm not right, old

Aye, shouting and swearing.

For once it wasn't at me.

Anne -Marie, would you bring the dishes
through?

Anne -Marie?

But you said they, so there were two of
them.

Of course there was two of them.

There was the driver and the other one.

Aye, but who was the other one?

Money!

Packy boy.

If they're getting my packy boy.

That's a profit from last year.

What are these?

Oh, that's a list of legal aid
applications Philip McLean made.

If you look, sir, they're all for
roughly the same amount of money, all

the same week.

Well, that's certainly a coincidence.

Well, that's with accountancy.

Close proximity of claims lodged and
similar values therein are highly

suspicious. Singh Patel Muhammad.

All Indian names.

And all care of the Southside Resource
Centre.

Who's the woman in charge there again?

Lau, sir. Shan Lau.

The girlfriend who wants it kept secret.

Get Michael.

The two of you get over there.

See if she recognises any of these
names.

What about the partner, Bart?

I was going to mention that, sir.

On you go, Jackie. Well?

Well, you know you saw him at the match
on Saturday.

What time was that?

Well, before the match started, about
five to three.

Did you see him after?

Oh, I can't recall.

Where are you getting at, Jim?

Do you not think it was a bit convenient
to be in such a public place when his

partner was murdered?

Suppose he left shortly after seeing
you. And drove up to Benachie Braes and

killed McLean before four o 'clock? Oh,
you're clutching at straws here, Jim.

The man's a lawyer, not an Olympic
sprinter.

I think you should concentrate on
finding this Asian boy.

I killed Nipsey.

I killed the cat.

I know, Mum, but I'm not having the
children here.

I'm sorry, but I'm bringing them.

I don't know how bloody long. Just look
after them.

These don't mean a thing.

None of them match up at all.

They sound like stereotypes to me.

What do you mean?

They're all too common.

It's like looking at a list of John
Smiths and Ian Browns. Where did you get

these? I can't say at the moment.

Are you accusing Philip of some kind of
fraud?

With an open mind and everything at the
moment, Miss Lamb... No, you don't seem

to understand.

Philip was straight up and down. There
was no side to him.

So you knew him well?

He worked here as a volunteer for no
pay, nothing.

So why would anyone want to kill him?

If I

was you, I'd start

looking at the top rather than the
bottom.

I don't understand.

I didn't...

I've told you this before, but Philip
thought that he was being followed, that

he was under surveillance.

By who?

I don't know.

MI5, Special Branch.

Why would anyone like that be following
him? I don't know the way these people's

minds work.

Phil wasn't exactly pro -establishment.

Stick your head above the parapet,
you're bound to become a suspect to

This is Glasgow, not Moscow.

Look, I'm just trying to help. Yeah, you
are.

Just because you're paranoid doesn't
mean you're not being followed. He was

paranoid.

Maybe he had a lot on his mind.

Under pressure.

I don't know.

Does this mean anything to you?

No. Who is it?

We've reason to believe that Philip
McLean wasn't alone when he left here in

Bathurst. He was alone when I left him.
What are you on about here?

We're on about a charge of misleading
the police.

I've told you all I know.

So be it.

If we find out you've been keeping
something back, you'll regret it.

No, not a clue.

And these names are all new to me.

What about the figure?

I suppose they're accurate.

I knew we weren't in a healthy state.

I did not know things were as bad as
this.

Could be a lot worse.

This is the initial report.

Come on.

Come on.

They know that you were with him on
Saturday.

Did you say anything?

No, of course not. But I think they know
that I wasn't telling the truth.

Don't worry.

Don't worry.

Look, um... The best thing is if I just
keep my head down for a while till it

all blows over.

But if you've done nothing, why not just
go to... I just can't.

That's all.

Look, um... I'm a bit short.

Any chance of some cash?

Good night, Bessie. I don't know.

About a hundred.

That's all.

Thanks.

I'll meet you at Virgin Records.

Thanks.

Bye. Bye.

Logged at 10 .25am.

Michael, why didn't you ask if she was
having an affair with McLean?

Did you hear the one about the young
bull that went up to the old bull and

let's run down that hill and grab a
couple of cows?

And the old bill says... No.

Let's walk down and get them all.

Want a Jim Taggart?

Sister.

Like a trout to a fly.

Come to.

Some shots before lunch.

Is that your mother?

Yes, sir, yeah.

It's getting fixed.

Ah, you do that.

There's one more thing, Mr Barr.

You mentioned she died recently.

What was the cause?

Natural causes.

Heart attack. She died of a heart
attack.

She must have been a good age, eh?

She was 64.

She stayed on to help the business.

I wish she was here now.

So do I.

She might have been able to answer a few
questions.

You got it?

I'm fine, Danny. Thanks. How are you?
Listen up, Sharon.

I'm worried sick, Danny.

Well, don't be. There's no problem.
Look, did you bring the cash?

Hello, Fred.

Are you sure you're doing the right
thing?

Look, just trust me.

I'll be all right.

Of course you will.

You'll be safe and sound with us.

You will.

Got a change of a tenner?

Stop it here.

Go in a bit closer.

That's him.

Oh, well.

That's another theory knocked in the
head.

He was at the march all the time.

Shanlal's brother Where is he? In the
car Let's go and

see what his home life is like

Hello?

Oh.

Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to
startle you. It's just that... Well, I

there was no one in and... There's your
photograph.

The photograph?

Great. Thanks a lot.

You look different with your clothes
off.

It's the suit.

The dreaded lawyer suit.

Would you like a box of food?

I thought you didn't drink.

Ah, well, I'm...

It's a beer titola, not a champagne
titola.

Sit down, Brian.

Thank you.

This is probably a bit public.

You prefer the press club.

Listen, it'll all be out in the open
soon.

No, what'll you have? This one's on me.

Houston Air.

Lead the way, darling.

I'd hate to pay your electricity bill.

DC Reed Maryhill Police Station. Eh,
Mrs... Archer.

I'm pursuing inquiries about the death
of a man in an incident on Saturday.

I wonder if I could have a few words.

What about?

Well, specifically about whether you
noticed anything suspicious on Saturday

evening. We're trying to trace the
movements of your neighbour, Mr Lal.

I don't know nothing about anything.

Perhaps I could come in and we could...
Perhaps you couldn't.

OK.

You claim he gave you a lift back to
your place.

And then he went off on his own?

I don't claim anything. That's what
happened.

So what were you arguing about? What?

Traffic warden saw you and McLean
arguing in the street.

Football.

We were discussing football.

What were you doing at the centre?

Well, he was coordinating action against
harassment.

Racial harassment?

No, the multicultural kind.

Look, Danny boy, don't harass me.

You'll be sold mail bikes for the next
three years. Understood?

Where'd be this phone call? I told you.

Tell me again.

Well, whoever it was, it bothered him.

He went really pale.

He said he'd have to shut up the centre
and meet someone.

I don't know where.

You went up to Beneke Bridge?

Yeah, so I heard.

And you went home and stayed in all
night?

Yeah.

On a Saturday night?

I'm the shy retiring sort.

Do you own a pair of hiking boots?

No, I don't. And I think I'd like to
speak to a lawyer.

It's not time for that yet, Danny boy.
Not yet.

We're going down to the motor.

Talk to your sister. She's having a wee
greet. I'm going to cheer her up.

And don't book any holidays abroad.

Do you get my meaning?

What about the sister?

I think they're both clean.

Can't have one.

Do you know this place?

No.

Why?

So, what's the three Y's and Y's up to?
Should we tip them off?

Not on your nelly.

And I say, I feel wonderful tonight.

It looks like somebody's been having a
go at his flat.

The stairhead is covered in racist
graffiti.

And there's signs of a fire in the flat
opposite.

Has he made a complaint?

Not close.

Well, I'd better tell the rest of the
relations boys anyway.

Any luck with the neighbours?

There's only one, sir. A Mrs Archer. She
says she's seen nothing and heard

nothing.

That's what I like about this job.

Public cooperation.

No, no, not a removal. A clearing.

Well, as soon as possible, really.

Good, good.

Yeah.

I'll expect you then.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Well, your fingers do the walking.

Matches the indentations on McLean's
skull exactly, sir.

He just dropped it down the nearest
drain.

Obviously panicked.

Traceable. I'm trying to find that out.

Any thoughts on your promotion, Jim?

I've not had a chance to speak to Ginia.
I'll need an answer soon.

I'll sort it out tonight.

Catch her in a good mood.

Use all my available charm.

Good luck.

How long?

Only three months.

How did you know?

I saw the tasting kit in your drawer.

Oh, God.

I feel better already.

I couldn't say anything in front of that
other policeman. He was such a... Yeah.

Yeah, he is.

Did Philip know?

No.

No, I just told Tony.

I didn't want to put any more pressure
on Philip.

Anyway, he told me on Saturday he was
going to leave his wife.

We were due to meet up later on.

I was going to tell him then.

He never showed up.

He said he was leaving us.

Yeah.

That's what makes all this such... I
can't help thinking how well things were

going to turn out.

Now...

And we never know what's round the
corner, do we?

Pregnant? And only Danny knew?

So, McLean tells his wife he's leaving
his girlfriend, and his girlfriend is

ditching his wife.

Quite a findle he's got to Solanti.

Well, there's your motive, Jim.

Perhaps there was no phone call.

Perhaps Danny confronted McLean and
asked him to do the honourable thing by

sister.

We've been drinking.

I couldn't believe it.

The first shoe shop went into Victoria
Road.

They sold five pairs of Dexter sole
boots last month. Only one size eight.

Mr. Diljeet Ball.

I think we're in business.

Right, it's a knock. Go!

Go!

You paid your daily license.

Did I not see a high -rise outside the
resort site?

I'm off down here.

Police!

Who's Danny Lyle?

Carl Lyle by now, I should think.

The radio investigation service.

They suspect Lars running a pirate radio
station.

Radiocranty. Means revolution.

Oh, does it?

Well, I'll have their kneecaps for
ashtrays.

Who the hell do they think they are?

They're with the Department of Trade and
Industry, sir. I don't care if they're

with the United Nations.

They have no right to screw up a murder
inquiry.

Where are they?

They're in with the biscuits, sir.

The what?

Complaining about us.

We've had them under surveillance for
about two weeks.

We were just about to move in when your
officers decided to do the same.

Ah, Jim, this is Harry Easton. I know
who they are. What I want to know is

they're doing, fella, not my pal. Just
you hold on.

I don't need you or anyone else's
permission to mount an investigation.

And while you're chasing disc jockeys, a
mother suspect escapes.

Those disc jockeys were interfering with
the radio broadcasts of the ambulance

service. They should have been informed.
They were doing their job in the best

of faith.

Are you saying I'm not? I'm saying that
we've both caught it up and we've both

bloody well got to make the best of it.

They've had Lyle under surveillance for
the last two weeks.

Two weeks?

Were you taking photos on Saturday?
Saturday? Yes. What time?

Between three and five.

Oh, no. We knocked off for the old firm
match.

There's the warrant.

I want you pair to go to Danny Lal's
place.

Tear it apart.

What's the neighbour's name?

Archer, sir. Lisanne Archer.

Lisanne Archer?

A pale -faced woman about 30?

That's the one, sir.

Georgie Archer's wife.

I put him away for bank robbery. I
thought I knew that flat.

Get a hold of her.

Bring her in here if you have to.

Jim.

I could have done without that outburst.

What do you expect me to do?

Roll out the red carpet for them.

I expect you to show a little decorum.

This sort of thing does not go down at
all well upstairs.

Yes, sir.

So when was this?

George Archer did a bank job in Bath
Street about two years ago.

The boss promised Archer he'd put a good
word in for him with the judge, if he

cooperated.

He knew the trial judge was a sucker for
a sob story.

Pregnant wife and a kid.

Nonviolent record and all that.

And?

Well, he did cooperate.

But then the original judge was taken
ill.

Ended up with some old duffer three
steps to the right of Genghis Khan.

Archer got ten years.

Dragged from the court, screaming he'd
get even with the boss.

I think it was the voucher's attitude.

Exactly.

Double lock the door door.

Dare you use the front door keys then?

After you.

I'll handle this. You go knock the door.

Come on.

Oh, my God.

Mike!

Michael!

Well? I don't think there's much work
for it.

That's a top -and -out ceremony, Peter.
Here, this is for you. Oh, thanks.

Hello. Hi, Diane.

Uh -huh.

Um, I just really wanted to thank you
again for the photo.

And I was wondering, uh... What are you
doing tonight?

Tonight? Well, I don't know. It's a bit,
you know... Well, what did you have in

mind? Well, I don't know. Maybe a meal?

Italian? Indian?

It's a bit difficult.

Serbo -Croatian. Diane, come on!

Hang on, would you?

Look, um... Yeah, okay, all right.

Uh, about eight? Great.

Fine. Bye.

Bye.

What's up with you?

Come on, just leg it.

Did you give us a statement, Mr.
Taggart? All right, all right, hold your

horses, you'll get a statement.

A woman who looked at this address was
rushed to hospital, and she was dead on

arrival.

I won't give you her name until we've
informed her next of kin.

Are you treating this as murder, Mr.
Taggart? You're treating it as

death. How did she die? Now, you know I
can't tell you that yet.

Is there any link between this murder
and that of Philip McLean last Saturday?

Well, we're anxious to interview a man
in connection with both deaths to

eliminate him from our inquiries.

His name is Diljit Lal, otherwise known
as Danny Lal.

That'll be all for now.

Didn't you interview him earlier today?

Don't call me.

Well, as tomorrow is a frontage meet.

Lizard!

Lizard!

Lizard!

Found it in the wash house downstairs.

What it for?

Hi. Look, I'm afraid that... Look, guy.

Sorry? Tie.

Tie? Chicken with lemongrass curry.

I hope you don't mind. I decided against
going out.

No privacy. And, of course, this way I
get to show off my skills in the

Here is it.

Where's the walk?

I just get fed up with women constantly
being portrayed as either victims or

playthings. Oh, I see. That's why you
work for progressive people like the

Glasgow Daily News. Oh, that's bloody
rich coming from a lawyer.

Yeah, well, don't listen to me.

I've got a PhD in applied hypocrisy.

Cheers.

You're a constant source of surprise, Mr
Barr.

Please, not so formal.

This is going to be Barr.

I've got something for you. Oh, yeah?

Follow me, bar.

To the end of the street, Johnson.

Wow.

I've got a surprise for you.

Oh, Christ, no.

Embarrassing. I didn't know you'd taken
that one.

That's really good.

Not yet, but it will be. I've still got
some work to do on it.

See, that's the motor drive for you.

I thought I might put it in with those.
Would you mind?

Mind? No.

Why, what are these?

Special favourites?

No, they're an offbeat portfolio for a
competition.

Glasgow unobserved.

Never know my luck. Offbeat?

What's that?

Pleasure, not business.

No, no more for that.

I'll just go and see if the coffee's
ready.

By the way, have you got your
toothbrush?

Sorry?

Well, I thought you might be in the mood
for a shallow and meaningless

relationship.

Kids have been through enough.

Yeah.

We can have them old age.

It's not on.

Well, we've facturated the city.

There's no sign of love.

And you're telling me that a man on the
run... They're going to bother about

broadcasting behind your music.

It's pronounced Bungrether.

They've been broadcasting continuously
for the past three months.

Two hours every night.

You reckon the RIS can trace the signal?
They'll come out all the hard way

that's necessary.

All right.

I give in. Get Easton.

We already have, sir. He's waiting
outside.

We see your dad.

We see your dad.

You too.

Mobile Unit 2, this is Mobile Unit 1.

Confirm position.

Over.

Unit 2 in position, sir.

Unit 3, confirm please.

Over. Unit 3 in position, sir. Over. So
what now?

We sit.

And we wait.

Okay, George.

Time for a bangles.

I don't think... Brian.

Forget it.

Time for a bracelet, Mr.

Roberts.

They usually break down into two groups.
The ones that want to be DJs and the

ones that want to build the
transmitters. You know, the radio buffs.

And what's Danny? Oh, Danny's a bit
unusual.

He wants to be both.

I still can't create a house somebody
would... Hello, all you pangra freaks

there. This is Mad Danny on Radio Kranti
welcoming you to two hours of non -stop

music. And I'm going to open the show
tonight with one of my favorite all

pangra classics, Marcharappa by Hira.

Have you got them?

Loud and clear, sir.

Two, five, four metres, sir. Repeat,
two, five, four.

Hang on.

One, five, one.

I don't believe it.

Berwicky Brave.

Best place in Glasgow.

Means they can cover the whole city.

All units, contact established.

for she that wants to mark reference
5541328.

Penicillin Brains.

Thank you.

Shit, I don't believe it.

A link. They've got a bloody link.

What? A link.

They've got their main transmitter
somewhere else.

That way if they get raided, they only
lose a hundred quid worth of equipment.

Could be anywhere.

Marbles. Bloody marbles.

And that's from Radio Cranford tonight,
sadly, unfortunately.

But I'll tell you what I'm going to do.

I'm going to put on the Javid brothers
and no place to hide.

Archer.

I don't know if you'll appreciate this,
but I've had the fiscal's office on the

phone about Lizanne Archer's PM.

Sure.

She wasn't murdered, Jim.

She committed suicide.

There's more, I'm afraid.

They're not happy with the press
coverage.

They're asking who briefed the press on
this.

It comes down close to suggesting that
Lyle killed McLean and Lisanne Archer.

Well, thanks.

No, no, no, no. That's very useful. I
owe you.

Diane?

You're a woman, aren't you?

Um, is that a trick question?

I've just been given a tip -off.

Our dead lawyer was having an affair.

I don't know.

The young folk these days.

With Danny Lal. Okay.

Now, why would a brother want to do harm
to his sister's boyfriend, eh?

You and, uh... Platonic.

Ask him about the girlfriend.

Hello, Southside Resource Centre. Can I
help you?

Hello, Sharon.

This is Ewan Robb from the Glasgow Daily
News here.

I was just wondering if you could
clarify a few things for me for a wee

don't want to say anything to the
papers.

really an article.

I mean, I'm on your side on this one.

Anyway, I just wanted a bit of
background, a few facts.

What facts?

Well, I just wondered how old your
brother was. You know, human interest,

sort of thing.

Danny? Danny's 26 next June.

Good, good.

When's the baby due?

How did you know about that?

So you are pregnant then?

I presume it's Philip McLean's child.

What?

I think our readers have a right to
know.

Please, please don't print anything.

Listen, though, it's going to be public
soon anyway, so you're just as well

dealing with me.

Now, why don't I come over and we can
have a wee tete -a -tete?

You utter shit.

Hello?

Hello?

Oh, well, put yourself.

Treats empty.

Nor one.

Boo! Oh!

Sorry, officer.

And a rose tea ticket, recommend?

I'll think about you.

Thank you.

But how do you know Archer's wife
committed a suicide? I mean, someone

have done it. Put a knife in her hand.

See?

When someone's attacked with a knife,
the first thing they do is put their

up to defend themselves.

So you get a series of defensive wounds
on the forearm and the hand.

And she had none? Correct.

Secondly, the suicide victim almost
always makes a series of tentative

strokes. Then they go for the big one.

Now, in the case of murder...

You don't want to hear about all this.
Oh, no, no, no, I do. Go on.

Where was I?

I think you got to murder.

So, we've got Philip McRaean, who's
murdered, but it looks like suicide, and

Lisanne Archer, who's a suicide that
looks like murder.

Marvellous. Bloody marvellous.

Top of which, George Archer's still on
the run.

And it's one hell of a coincidence that
the next -door neighbour of our chief

suspect should choose to kill herself
the very minute we're going to lift him.

It wasn't a coincidence, sir.

Somebody was trying awfully hard to get
them out of that tenement.

The woman just cracked up under the
strain.

Michael's looking into you, aren't you?

Frankly, Jim, these two are making mocks
of us. The papers are having a field

day. The powers that be are unhappy,
which means that I'm very unhappy and

ought to be bloody miserable.

This is the sort of thing which does not
impress selection panels.

We've tried everywhere, sir.

If we'd have tried everywhere, we would
have found them.

What's all this, Inedo?

One Friday a month they organise a
Bhangra disco here.

It's the only chance the Marrakesh get
to dance.

Do you condone drugs?

What do you want here?

You seem very nervous, Miss Law.

Nervous? I've had my life smeared over
the front pages.

I don't feel nervous, I feel defiled.

Any idea where your brother might be?

No, no, I haven't.

You ever seen this man?

No.

That's strange.

Because he lived next door to your
brother.

His name's George Archer.

He's looking for Danny, too.

Yeah. See, he's got this idea that your
brother caused his wife's death.

It'd be safer for Danny if I find him
before us.

Since when has a black man ever been
safe with the police?

I'm not singling Danny out for any
special attention.

I'll take everybody along.

You go down you see.

Are you running for a bus?

Are you sure you've got nothing to say?

No.

Look, here's my number.

If you change your mind, give me a call,
eh?

In that you, Anwar Rizwan... Just call
me Rithy.

did install and use or cause to install
and use apparatus for wireless

telegraphy not in accordance with the
terms of a licence under the Wireless

Telegraphy Act 1948.

You need make no reply, but anything you
do say will be noted and may be used in

evidence against you.

It's a brick wall all round, sir.

It was Lyle's driver, all right, but
he's seen nothing.

Well, I hope we find something soon.

If Archer gets to Lyle before we do, we
may have another murder on our hands.

Jump.

Sir, I think I've found something.

Ask the accountant to run a search in
the tenement address through McLean's

files.

Red light started flashing.

Michael, I do believe we're getting
warmer.

According to the files, McLean managed
the tenement for a Miss, say... Dawson.

She died six months ago.

The lawyers were instructed to sell it
by her nephew. He's in Australia.

McLean sold it at a low price for some
of his chums.

GM Securities.

Who just happened to own the entire
block the tenement's sitting on?

So, you get rid of the tenants, knock
the building down, and suddenly you've

five acres of prime building land worth
ten times the original price.

You could make two million on a deal
like that.

Well...

Who's behind JM Securities?

I have all the details here, sir.

Spit it out, Constable.

The managing director of JM Securities
is Joe Malcolmson.

Look, what the hell's going on here?

Don't tell me to cool it, you arsehole.

Police activity was not part of this
deal.

Yeah, you're damn right I want to see
you.

No, not now. Something else on.

About ten on the site.

And you better have a bloody good idea
about what we're going to do.

And as you can see, the whole area will
incorporate a swimming pool and an ice

rink, which will enhance the local area
and be of enormous benefit to the local

community. I don't think we should
forget the impact on employment either,

ladies and gentlemen.

We all know you've got an axe to grind,
Mr Beattie.

But the city must have strict
assurances.

that we are not throwing good money
after bad. You need have no fears on

call. I can assure you that in fiscal...
Joseph Malcolmson.

Detective Chief Inspector Tiger.

You got a minute here, please?

I don't know what this is all about,
Tiger, but I have friends who can make

life pretty uncomfortable.

Well, as a matter of fact...

Chief Superintendent McVitie asked me if
I quite worried you about the

acquisition of 35 McNeil Street.

Call this quiet!

I don't keep track of every deal I make!

Oh, if you'll excuse me, there's my
card.

I suggest you make an appointment with
my office. That's where my records are,

and that's where I'll answer any
questions you might have. I'd like that

much, Mr.

Malcolmson.

Very well.

I think you'd better back in here.

Your friend found worried about you.

Strathclyde police have deployed scores
of officers in the search for Daniel

Lowe, known as Danny Lowe, wanted by
police in connection with the death of

lawyer Philip McLean last Saturday.

Police are also looking for George
Francis Archer, who escaped from the

of prison officers yesterday afternoon.

The officer in charge of the
investigation, Detective Chief Inspector

Taggart, today urged both men to give
themselves up for their own safety.

Oh, hello.

I heard the radio and wondered if you
could spare a half pint of milk.

Oh, milk?

No. Sorry, I haven't got any milk.

Oh, well.

Sorry to bother you.

It's all right.

Bye. Bye.

Come on, Willie.

Come on, boy.

Billy. I've got a business meeting.

I prefer to be private.

Here's the tenor.

Go to the pub. Treat yourself to a
couple of pints.

Thanks very much, Mr.

Malcolmson.

Oh, and, uh, Billy.

Take your time.

What do you mean you don't know?

His car's sitting here with the doors
wide open.

It was there when I came in last night.
We're not leaving this place until we

see him.

Michael, we're going to take it apart,
search it from top to bottom.

He gave me the runaround yesterday.

He's not doing it again.

Maybe it was suicide.

Not unless he put a screwdriver under
his lower jaw, shoved it up through the

roof of his mouth into his brain.

I never seen nothing last night. A man
was abducted 40 yards from you, and you

didn't see or hear anything.

I might have dropped off or something.

What's the badge you're wearing?

British National Party.

You know anything about harassment
evasions?

Harassment? No way.

I know Malcolmson had cash flow
problems.

But this?

He's in real trouble, sir.

The company's going to collapse.

The receivers have closed the site.

He's been making a lot of contacts.

Brian Beattie.

Philip McLean.

You.

I suppose it's one of the hazards of
high office.

What about Danny Lyle and George Archer?

Vanished.

But at least we know that Philip McLean
and Joe Malkison were in this fiddle

together.

Together in the mortuary, too.

I don't see where Lyle fits in.

I mean...

The chloroform, the boot prints, all
point to his killing McLean.

But now, Thompson, maybe he wanted to
keep them both silent.

Are you saying that Lowell wanted people
to think he was being harassed out of

his own tenement?

Yes,

I hope so.

It's a bit personal. I was wondering, do
you have somewhere quiet where we can

speak? Yes.

So, um, do you want to come for a view?

I'd like to report a burglary.

Right, then.

How can I help?

My name's McLean.

Margaret McLean.

Margaret.

Who's that?

Mrs.

Yes, that's right.

Mrs. McLean.

I believe you knew my husband.

Listen, look, I did what you asked.

I burned all the photos I could see, but
she came in while I was there.

I didn't get them all.

Look, I hate these things. I'll phone
you later, right?

You might have had a wee chat, Sonny.

Look, it's all locked up. No one's meant
to go in.

Good. That means we won't be disturbed.

Open it up.

I married Philip when we were both
students.

You should have seen him then.

His eyes were lit.

He was going to right every wrong, stick
up with a little man against the

system, a buccaneering lawyer.

15 years on, he was conveyancing for
West End Trendies and halfway to his

author. Mrs Maclean, I really do
understand how you feel. You don't

thing. Not a thing.

You see, it was me who suggested he
should do voluntary work.

Salve his left -wing conscience.

And when I found out about you, I wanted
to come over here and cut your throat.

I'm not serious.

This is a wind -up.

I don't know nothing, so I don't. I
never told the police nothing.

I know you didn't.

You'll tell me.

Well, I want you to meet a friend of
mine.

You hang around here.

I'll pop in here.

Please, I really... Let me finish.

Please, let me finish.

You see, I wasn't really able to accept
that we'd fallen out of love.

And when you got him... Mrs. McLean, I
never wanted it to be this way.

And Danny didn't kill your husband?

I know he didn't.

I did.

Oh, not literally, of course.

Not my style.

But we should have let each other go a
long time ago.

The man you got wasn't the one I
married.

I didn't realise that until he died.

And now I'm going to do a little
conscience -salving myself in India.

Voluntary services overseas at my age.

I just wanted to give you this.

It's an endowment.

We took it out when we got married for
our first child.

Everybody got round to it.

No time.

I'm sure you've got more use for it than
me.

I'd better be off.

I don't want this.

Don't take it.

Give it to the baby.

Say... Say it's a present from its
auntie.

Bye.

Ah, good.

Still here?

Come on, then.

Hello, Billy.

You never know what's going to crop up,
do you?

So, who put you up to clearing the
tenement?

The police say it was Phil McLean.

And who do you say it was?

Please, don't make me say.

He's a nutter.

He done Mr.

Malcolmson for threatening to grasp him.

I don't give a tinker's curse about
Malcolmson.

Someone made my wife kill herself.

So who else was in on it?

Right, Danny. Burn it.

All right, all right!

It was Barr.

It was Eric Barr.

We'll create the elaborate.

Eh? Get on with it.

Jackie.

Get me the file on that robbery George
Archer was sent down for.

Baron Malcolmson took up a deal with the
tenement.

They paid me to clear it, make it look
racist.

But him and your missus wouldn't go, God
knows why.

And what about Phil McLean?

He found out about it.

He said he was going to grasp him.

Barr killed him and made it look like
suicide.

Malcolmson panicked when the police
discovered it was murder.

But Barr killed him as well.

He made me plant a chloroform in your
clothes.

I'm sorry about your wife, mister. It
was all Barr's idea.

That's it.

We could never understand how Archer
bypassed the security system.

Archer wasn't here after Danny Lyle.
They were on a banjo together.

Yes.

Hope you're not forgetting your
interview.

Like it happened here, sir.

What a mess.

Quit garbling and give it a hand.

Here.

You just here. You bastards.

I had to be sure it'd be here when I got
out.

Come on.

And I was bumming fives off my sister. I
don't think you'll be bothering her for

a while.

Where was he last night? When Malcolmson
was stopped, eh?

He said it was Bob that killed Malcolm
and Adam McClane. You ask him. I don't

ask him. He said he knows nothing.

Maybe he didn't ask nicely enough.

You've had me stuck in here, no telly,
no bloody newspapers, no nothing for a

week now.

I mean, you know, you travel halfway
around the world to get me.

Tell me all you need is me to dress up
in a monkey suit and go to a football

match and you give me five grand.

Okay. I haven't asked and I don't care
why.

I kept my part of the bargain for the
last time.

Where is the money you promised me?

Look, it's on its way. You've been
saying that for a week.

With your ticket home.

I don't want a ticket anymore.

I'm not going back. I'm staying here.

I've found someone I actually want to
stay for.

Your little photographer friend.

You shouldn't have let her take
photographs, John.

I don't like publicity.

I'm still getting in the way, Eric.

A nuisance of a little brother by 13 and
a half bloody minutes.

You know, I always blame mum for sending
me away.

I mean, I never bought that story about
the two of us being too much for her.

All these years, I thought she just
liked you better.

Now I know, though, it wasn't her, it
was you.

You bloody set her against me from the
first day we were born, didn't you?

We can talk about it when you're less
emotional.

Emotional? You wouldn't know an emotion
if it bit you on the leg.

When I saw that picture of the pair of
you...

You really did cut me off, didn't you?

You smashed the photo. I don't know what
you've been up to.

But either you get me the cash today or
I'm phoning the police.

And what's it to be?

I'm just off to get the money.

I'll be 15 minutes.

Good. I'll be gone in 20.

Anybody there?

Hello, Eric.

I think we need to have a talk.

Thank God it's you.

Why so little blood?

Ah, that's fascinating.

See, the sub -mandibular tissue appears
by a thin stiletto type thing.

A stiletto? Just like Malcolmson?
Exactly.

Now, stiletto has the twin effect of
minimising blood loss and maximising

of entry.

Sounds like just the job.

Sir, come and look at this.

This looks like Barsby. Come and see the
mother's room.

I had a feeling somebody else was here
when I came before.

So who's been sleeping in my bed?

No Goldilocks.

Sir, the message room is patient.

Please phone home. It's very urgent.

When? This morning.

They destroyed all my necks and prints.

Are you okay?

I'll survive.

A bit shaky, you know.

See you're in voyeur mode again.

Oh, the tide's going.

Do you want to put the kettle on? I'll
just be a minute.

Jim is terrible.

Diane's been burgled. Somebody broke in
and destroyed all her photos.

She phoned the police and they said they
were too busy to do anything about it.

Well, if they didn't do anything, they
probably were too busy. But you know

I'm going to do? Hang on.

My name's Cindy McPherson. And I'm
calling on behalf of Highland Glen... I

this in his gear.

Quentin's.

you asked. I burnt all the photos I
could see, but she came in while I was

there.

Didn't get them all.

Look, I hate these things. I'll phone
you later, right?

Diane?

The weird thing is that they didn't
steal anything.

It's bizarre.

Engaged. Anyway, now I've only got two
hours to do all the prints for the

competition. Thank God I had the negs
with me.

That was lucky.

Milk and no sugar for me, please.

Come on!

What a turn you gave me. I'm just doing
your print again.

You're not going to believe this.

Oh, yes.

It's really strange.

You can't quite... There was someone
else there. Look.

I wish you hadn't seen that.

Right, then I'll take you back. We'll
make it if we hurry.

What? For your interview.

All right, yeah.

I think I'll just walk.

Yeah, but...

Yes, I know the feeling like a lover.

You don't bet it's hard to love another.
But I found this is no mean

town. No mean city.

City life is strange. You take your
share of the good times and bad times.

That I'd be willing to die.

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