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Yeah? Money?
Chance of a lifetime, ladies. Take my word for it.
Ah, you know you want to.
Get a life.
The place was almost deserted by the time I got here.
Any witnesses?
No, really.
What about these guys?
Waste of time.
They're on another planet.
Right. Let's get the dogs in.
Test the place for drugs.
Come on, please.
His name's Scott Graham.
He's a builder's labourer from Shawlands.
He was also a drug addict.
Figures.
And a practising homosexual.
Well, takes all kinds.
Drugs or the fall?
The fall.
Pushed or did he jump?
He probably flew, the amount of drugs he consumed.
Sorry, it would be such a nuisance.
You're not the first middle -aged man to come in here suffering from a mild
heart attack.
Middle -aged, you're very kind.
Right, Mr.
McVitie.
Any idea what brought this on?
Heated argument.
Then I felt this tremendous pain in the chest and that was that.
I think it frightened Jim more than it frightened me. Jim?
Jim Taggart, my chief inspector.
The person you had the argument with?
Yes, he holds these very passionate views on this pure heroine that's being
on the street.
More deaths are caused by heart attacks, Mr McGritty.
You're going to have to change your lifestyle, I'm afraid.
Oh, and stay clear of argumentative chief inspectors for a while.
I have no comment
Found traces of drugs.
Nothing substantial.
What all happened to you?
Apparently Scott Graham was knocking back everything on offer.
Brain's completely fried.
My boyfriend?
No idea.
Everyone was totally stoned out of their minds.
About the party.
What do you say, Ray?
Must have been a few gatecrashers.
They usually leave via the window.
Who's your dealer?
Get him a doctor, eh?
Jack.
I was on my way to see you. Heard about your problem. Opened the car radio.
It's a little embarrassing.
Yes, well... You won't be long, will you? Two minutes.
I've spoken to the doctor, Jack.
Knowing how long these things can take.
My hopes are to be on my feet in a few weeks.
I think you're being somewhat optimistic.
In the circumstances, I feel we must have someone at the helm.
Someone to man the ship.
Aye.
I'm going to recommend that Taggart be made acting superintendent in your
Not the perfect choice, I know, Jack, but we haven't got anybody else
at the moment.
Still, a few strategy meetings at headquarters should keep him out of your
Superintendent McVitie's had a heart attack.
He's in hospital.
A heart attack?
Sometime this morning, that's all I know.
I had a hell of a row with Tiger over this heroin problem.
Who's on the cards?
I've been trying to get a hold of Mrs McVitie. She didn't know about it. You
leave that to D .S. Reid.
Carry on with the murder inquiry.
I haven't been to bed yet.
Just show a bit of enthusiasm, eh?
If you're looking for Mr Tiger, he's not here.
He's summoned to headquarters.
We made acting superintendent.
Do you know where she is?
No.
No, it's all right.
Yeah, I'm sorry if I bothered you.
I can't get hold of Mrs. McVitie.
I've tried everywhere.
Tried the Bearden Arts Centre.
Arts Centre?
That's where you'll find her.
How do you know that?
Mrs. McVitie?
Hello? Mrs. McVitie?
Yes?
Detective Sergeant Reid, Maryhill Police.
Yes?
Mrs. McVitie, your husband's been taken to the Glasgow infirmary. The infirmary?
We believe he suffered a heart attack.
What?
What happened?
Well, I understand he was having a slight argument with Mr. Taggart. An
argument?
I'm sorry, that was probably the wrong choice of words.
Mrs. McVitie?
Hello?
If the subcontractors can't deliver on time, then we get a local firm.
I don't care.
My main concern is that this section is finished by the fourth of next month.
My apologies.
Stuart, don't forget we've got that bloody Chinese delegation for you any
now. You'll sort something out, won't you?
It was an important meeting, Harry.
My car was stolen last night. I've been at the police station.
You should have been here.
Day, date, time and place.
I mean, it's simple enough, isn't it? I've been up all night, sir. Yeah, well,
don't let it happen again.
That's for you.
Yeah, Jordan?
Yeah. Go home and get a few hours sleep, eh?
Where?
Yeah, we'll be right there.
Average repeating with a blunt instrument.
Was she dead before being dumped in the river?
Almost certainly.
Anything else?
I would say she's had rather a hard life, Michael.
Hard life?
Scars, some of which had received rather crude medical attention.
The most recent stab wound, I'd say.
Anna Polanski.
Polish?
Detective Inspector Jarvin. Yes?
It's Anna Pulaski.
She's not in at the moment. If you want to leave a message... Are you a friend
of hers?
A neighbour.
She was found murdered this morning.
Anna! Could we have a look at her flat?
Yeah.
You shouldn't let him bully you.
It's not Jim's fault.
It could have happened at any time.
That's not what I was told, Jack.
Please, Marjorie, that's enough.
I have to get to college.
Who are the others?
Don't know.
Miss Pollock would like you to identify the body later.
I didn't really know her that well.
We have to make sure the body we have is Anna's. But the photograph... We have
to be certain.
Just concern yourself with getting better.
Forget about Jim Taggart.
Jim and I are old friends.
Can I have a word, please, Mrs McVitie?
Mrs. McVitie, your husband needs peace and quiet.
He will be all right.
I need to do some tests.
However, I would suggest that any visits be kept to a minimum, particularly from
his colleagues. What was that chief inspector's name?
You mean Taggart?
Yes, especially Taggart.
Good morning, Joan.
Mrs. McVitie, this is a surprise.
I'm sorry about... So am I.
I do hope he's going to be all right.
Early days, Joan.
Well, we're all going to miss him.
I've come to collect his personal things. Of course.
Go right in.
She has no relations, as far as we know.
We've got a foolish community in Glasgow, have we not?
Yes, sir.
What are you doing sitting in my husband's chair?
Marjorie, we made acting superintended.
You just couldn't wait, could you?
Who am I? You've always been jealous of Jack.
The truth be known, you engineered this.
Hey, Marjorie.
Hello. Hello, Jean.
Do you want the good news first?
What happened?
I've been made acting superintendent.
Wonderful.
Oh, well done. You deserve it, Jim.
Well, Marjorie McVitie doesn't think so.
Marjorie? Oh, I don't understand.
Jean, here's the bad news.
I've been promoted because Jack has suffered a heart attack.
Oh, dear.
Poor Jack. Is he going to be all right?
Oh, aye.
I don't know if I'll survive it, but...
Listen, Jean, I want you to do me a favour.
I'm assuming I can go through with this.
How can I help you?
Does the name Anna Pulaski ring a bell?
Anna Pulaski?
No.
She was found dead this morning.
She'd been murdered.
Poor woman.
I think originally she came from Gdansk.
I know every Polish family in Glasgow.
I never heard of Anna Polaski.
Is that strange?
Well, as I do not know of her, when she didn't want to be known.
Paul. Paul,
let me introduce you to Jackie.
Hello. Paul came over from Poland, especially for Maria's wedding.
Nice to meet you.
Paul Holmes from Vedan.
Would you like to dance?
Why not?
Come on.
Thank you.
What could she possibly have done to deserve that?
Would you take me home?
I'm sorry, I'm rather busy.
I'll get you a car if you want.
No, it's all right.
Give us a ring if you remember anything.
I know this is a million -to -one chance, but do you happen to know a girl
the name of Anna Pulaski?
From Dansk?
Her body was dragged out of the river this morning.
She'd been murdered.
These are terrible times.
Would you like me to make inquiries when I return?
I have connections.
Yes, I know it. Good.
You return my favour, Jackie.
Like what?
You come to the party with me tonight.
What party?
Family.
Polish people are great ones for celebration.
I don't know.
Probably half a date.
Well, think about it.
Did you tell them anything?
What did I tell them?
It's going to cost more.
Who cares? Just keep it coming.
Fergus!
Eh? I hope you don't talk in your sleep.
I never sleep.
Good night.
Any luck?
No, not really.
How about you?
Helen Pollock identified Anna.
Soapgrass? Maybe they've given Taggart a chauffeur.
Jordan, Reid, come in.
Close the door.
Just popped in to see how you're coping.
Well, sir, with Superintendent McVitie in hospital and DCI Taggart... This
murder investigation appears to be painfully slow.
We are having difficulty establishing a motive, sir.
That in turn has made the investigation more complex.
I don't want excuses.
No, sir.
I want results.
This is a chance for you to shine, Jordan.
Yes, sir.
What about Yuri? Are you up to it?
I've always carried out my duties to the best of my ability, sir.
This investigation reflects on us at headquarters.
I'm sure you appreciate that.
Yes, sir.
Very well. Carry on.
Yes, sir.
When was the last time he investigated a murder?
Forget it.
He's got nothing better to do.
Forget it?
Like water off a duck's back.
Well, that's him scrubbed off the Christmas card list.
Thank you.
I've collated mixing colours of vehicles parked in the area at the time over a
few registration numbers which may or may not be correct. Keep trying.
There's a black taxi mentioned here.
Yeah, that's right.
Mrs. Lee Archibald?
Yes. Mrs. Archibald, this is DC Gibson, Maryhill Police Station.
Yes. Mrs. Archibald, do you own a Golf GTI?
Yes. Could you tell me where it was parked last evening about 11 .30?
No. No?
My husband borrowed it. He's had his Mercedes broken into so many times.
Um, can you tell me where I can get in touch with your husband?
Why? Routine inquiry.
Well, I'll get him to call you as soon as he comes in.
I'll have my husband call you as soon as he gets home, officer. The black taxi.
Oh, one of the witnesses said he thinks the guy pushing drugs at the party was a
cabbie.
Why would a witness say that?
Because the guy drove a taxi.
Well, you would, wouldn't you?
We found this photo at the dead girl's flat.
A taxi?
We've got a connection with Scott Graham's death.
Check out licensed cab drivers.
They all have their photographs and their applications, don't they? Yeah,
Please don't stay too long.
Gee!
I didn't know what to bring you.
I... I thought they may have put you on a diet or something.
God knows I could use that.
Thank you, Jim.
Glad to see you're all right.
That's the sort of thing that happens to other people, never to yourself.
Yes.
Jim was very cut up about it, what happened, the way it happened.
Tell him not to worry.
Marjorie! I suppose you're here making excuses for your husband.
Well, you know me better than that. No, it is.
I've always known Jim envied Jackie's promotion, but I never expected such
underhandedness. That's not true.
Ladies, please.
Jim
has
his fault, but no matter how much he loves his job, he would never sacrifice
friendship for promotion.
I'm sorry, but I must ask the both of you to leave.
Look what you've done.
I can't even visit my own husband now. Perhaps it's for the best. What do you
mean by that?
Don't be so silly, Master Dick. You haven't had the last of this.
No, I'm sure we haven't.
There's nothing here.
I've gone through the index on the previous three drug -related deaths.
There's no sign of a black cab.
Goodbye to 91.
You after a transfer?
Oh, I'm impressed.
So you should be.
DC's appraisal interview.
Tag up.
Oh, dear.
Rory McLeod, Hex University.
Was expelled for possession of drugs.
Drives an old black taxi.
There's no present address.
Information came through the collator. I checked with her. Believed assault on a
girl with a knife two weeks ago.
Dr Andrews mentioned that Anna had a recent scar.
We've got him.
I've had these calculations checked.
We need to change the connection detail.
Yes.
Where were you last night?
What's the matter?
The police have been making inquiries.
What sort of inquiries? They didn't say.
What have you been up to, Sam?
Nothing, I swear.
I hope you haven't been getting up to your old tricks again.
Darling, I was with Harry.
Must be some mistake.
Well, I hope for your sake there is.
Darling.
I told the police you'd contact them.
I want you to do me a big favour.
Polly, she said.
Anna Pulaski.
P -A -L -L -E -S, I remember.
She discharged herself.
Discharged herself?
Didn't want to get involved with the police.
Something that's done back to herself in Poland.
Strange.
Strange?
The particulars are not on the computer.
Perhaps somebody slipped up.
No.
No, I entered them in myself.
Yeah. Yeah.
Both the hospital and the doctor's records are missing.
Missing? It's as if Anna Pulaski never existed.
Somebody must have remembered something.
The hospital sister remembers the night that Anna was brought in with the stab
wound. Anna said something.
That she feared the police more than she feared her attacker.
The sister got the impression it was something that stemmed from her
Have you checked with the Polish community?
Nothing.
Although... Although what?
Nothing. Was it possible she was at the party?
Her name hasn't come up.
But we know for certain that MacLeod was there?
Yeah.
I wonder if there was time.
Time for him to leave the party and kill Anna?
Hmm.
Yes, that's possible.
Thank you.
Anybody, Annie?
Shouldn't think so.
In you look.
On MacLeod?
Yeah.
It's Scarlet Pimpernel.
We seek him here, we seek him there, we seek him every bloody where.
Keep trying.
What are you doing here?
I just thought I'd let him away home.
She certainly will have a struggle, considering... Considering what?
Considering she was pregnant.
Pregnant?
Nice trip.
Everything go all right?
No problem.
Join me if you like.
I'll see you in the morning.
Aye.
See you in the morning.
Irina!
Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Police bearer?
Paul's a policeman.
Didn't he tell you?
No. No, he didn't.
I'm sorry I've troubled you.
Very nice.
I thought you were going home.
I dropped in at the mortuary.
No wonder you looked depressed.
Anna. She was pregnant.
Pregnant? A couple of months.
Oh, God.
I need cheered up.
Me too.
You fancy a drink?
You don't drink.
I almost forgot.
Come on.
I'll buy you a large lemonade if you buy me a large gin and tonic.
Look, whatever happened to Anna Hatton, there's nothing we can do about this.
How can you be so insensitive?
She just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. That's all.
I don't believe you, McLeish.
Believe what you like, but I'm warning you.
Don't go shaking your mouth off. Go to hell.
That damned woman.
Who, Marjorie? Who else?
You were supposed to smooth things over.
The things that woman said.
You may be no angel, Jim, but what are the likes of her insinuating that you
intentionally brought about Jack's heart attack so that you could take his job?
Listen, Jean.
We've both had a hard day. Forget supper. I'll get one of these takeaway
Thank you Naomi.
That guy was attacked, beaten up, left for dead.
Another guy, a Samaritan who was traveling on the same road, saw him.
And his heart was filled with pain.
Don't eat me.
I am alright.
Naomi? Come here.
You've been up for a couple of days.
I've tried all kinds of indices.
Social security, tax office.
They all come back the same. My address unknown.
Someone's hiding them.
Any joy with the company?
Not registered with the district council.
Look, you've got to admit, it's pretty smart.
Jump in the cab, buy your smack, out to the next junction.
Send me a red robe or street corner dealing.
I've got to find out the identity of the other girl in that photograph.
I'd like to use the press.
We'll have to ask Acting Superintendent Taggart's permission.
DS Reid.
Yes.
We'll be right there.
A girl's body's just been found in the river.
The second hip operation with your mother is out of the question. It's a
of money. Your mother is senile, Mr. Campbell.
I must do what I can.
She's been like this for nearly three years. Why put her through all that
unnecessary pain when we both know she will not walk again?
the photograph.
Died before she was dumped in the river.
Weapon? Blunt instrument.
Possibly a piece of hardwood.
There were also minute samples of blood under the fingernails of the right hand.
The killer's? Quite possibly. She put up a desperate struggle.
Nothing. Not even a bus ticket.
This one's not pregnant.
I'll let you know.
The photograph connects the two girls and they've got the same M .O.? If it is
the killer's blood underneath the fingernails, then we're in business.
Blood samples from every suspect?
Every one.
You never know what might turn up.
And if they refuse?
Well, they've got something to hide, haven't they?
Got that?
Yeah. Thank you.
The body in the river?
We've got an ident in the prints.
Well? Name's Lucy Ferguson.
One previous conviction, short -lived in Aberdeen. Last known address, the
Sandalwood message.
Do we know it?
It's a kind of halfway house, the room.
It's run by a priest, an evangelist.
I'll try in here.
Can I help you?
I'm Detective Inspector Jarden.
I'd like to speak to someone regarding Lucy Ferguson.
You'd better see Father Doyle.
Go back to the Social Security office.
Tell them you know Derek's last address.
Play it cool.
Don't blow your top this time.
See you later, Janet. Let me know how you make out.
This is Detective Inspector Jarden.
It's about Lucy.
Lucy?
Lucy Ferguson?
No, we'd got a change of clothing.
Lucy travelled late.
She's not been here for a while, has she?
The refuge is not a permanent address for any of us.
Backpack.
Did Lucy have her backpack with her?
No, she didn't.
Wouldn't go any way without it.
It's part of the image, you see. A free spirit.
What about boyfriends?
I don't know his name.
I think he might have driven a taxi for a living.
We'd take in anyone.
We're all God's children.
I wish I could help you further, Inspector.
Quite a few girls stay one night.
Move on.
Sure. I would remember her.
You don't keep a register?
A register?
I want to encourage the girls, officer, not drive them away.
MacLeod, we have got to find him.
Maybe he's the father of Anna's baby.
More than likely.
The telephone number's in the wall.
Wall? What wall?
The hallway in Anna's flat.
My cloud's number, it could be there.
Some of these are so faint.
Get the wall photographed and set. Have them blown up.
Oh, damn!
You're making a hard job of that.
Yes, I am, aren't I?
Rob, I need a photographer.
And I thought the day that she will be wherever.
Would you get him to come to 14 Kilmer's Crescent? I usually get to help old
ladies across the road.
Don't get too many damsels in distress this side of Stocky Hall Street.
Yep, I'll hang on here, eh?
Let me get this straight, sir.
You didn't park your wife's car outside the apartment block... I told you.
I was with a colleague from work. We were having a drink.
The car was parked outside the public house, nowhere near this block of flats
you keep referring to. The car couldn't be in two places at once, Mr...
Obviously somebody's made a mistake or given you false information.
What's the likelihood of two cars running around Glasgow with the same
registration number?
Are you 100 % sure you have the right registration number?
Officer. My job is civil engineering. I employ 800 people. I'm a very busy man.
Now, if there are no more questions... The name of your colleague?
The one who can verify your story?
Harry Clyde.
As in the river.
When I was in trouble, I called to the Lord, and he answered me.
Oh, yes, he answered me.
Lord, save me from these liars and deceivers.
Well,
I must say that was great. Wonderful.
And we have had some great meals.
What was the name of that restaurant, Harry?
The one we never stopped talking about.
Wolfgang. No, not Frankfurt.
Krakow.
This restaurant was used by the old communist regime.
Well -kept secret. They treated us like royalty, didn't they, Harry? Yes.
I reckon we must have boosted the Polish economy that night by at least 50%.
Mind you, we did have something to celebrate.
The company had just completed a $200 million oil refinery for the Polish
government six months ahead of schedule. Darling, Susan was there.
Why don't we trip the light fantastic?
Don't.
If you keep doing that, we'll have no fire.
Dead men's shoes.
What in heaven's name are you talking about now? I don't want this promotion,
Jean. It's only temporary. Why don't you sit back and enjoy it while you've got
the chance?
You don't understand.
I understand only too well.
Michael and Jackie, they're quite capable, you know.
I'm not so sure.
You don't mean that.
Jean, I've got this gut feeling something's wrong.
All they need's a wee bit of luck.
Hiya. Hello there.
You all right?
Must have been a valve.
I'll give you a lift home.
They say there's never one around when you want them.
You'd think it was the perfect relationship, wouldn't you?
I don't really care.
Sam's bisexual.
You know that.
Sam?
I've covered up for him many times.
Not Sam, surely?
I feel sorry for Lee.
She knows.
He promised faithfully. No more affairs.
So why are you telling me this?
One of Sam's boyfriends died at the party the other night.
Died?
Police have been making inquiries.
Sam wants me to give him an alibi.
Only this time I'm not sure I'm doing the right thing.
Oh, don't get involved, Harry.
Please. I owe him.
If Lee finds out the marriage is over, I can't let that happen.
haven't I? No, it's OK.
There you go.
Would you like to come in?
I've got to get back.
I've got to go away for a few days.
It's my parents' silver wedding anniversary.
Perhaps when I come back?
Perhaps. See you around, eh?
Sam. Certainly not.
This is on me.
I ain't pleased.
Why all the fuss?
Company's going to pay anyway.
What are friends for?
Cheer up, Susan.
It may never happen.
I think we found that black taxi.
The statement you hear from Mr Sam Archibald, managing director of a big
engineering company.
They're building that new office block near the city centre.
Yeah.
He denies being at the party.
Who?
He fits the description of Scott Graham's boyfriend.
It's just... They're two completely different characters.
It doesn't make any sense.
What do you mean? Two different characters?
Scott Graham's boyfriend was dressed in a black leather studded biker's jacket.
Er, Mr Harry Clyde, please.
Sam Archibald probably still wears long underwear and suspenders to keep his
socks up. Ah, Mr Clyde. Just the very man I've been trying to get a hold of.
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