All language subtitles for Taggart s11e03 Legends

Gazing in your eyes forever.

What's up to now?

I have had enough.

Fancy a takeaway?

I fancy my bed.

This will be done tomorrow.

Just leave it, eh?

Let Mike do the deal with the... Please?

Thank you.

Oh, dear.

Stephen.

Oh, hello, Michael.

Jackie.

Not to worry. The electricity is about
to be restored.

What happened?

Quite a complicated one, it seems.

The mail could have been electrocuted.

Turn it off.

Yes, the girl had multiple stab wounds.

The man has none.

Well, certainly wasn't an accident.

I'll make a star of you, yeah, Kate.

You need to go up market a wee bit,
though, don't you think? No.

At least it pays the rent.

That's about all it pays.

You could always move in with me.

You don't give up, do you?

Well, I should be able to give you more
information in the morning.

Well, have a nice night.

How are you, Stuart?

I was just getting some fresh air.

Right, you'd better start house to
house.

Sure. Oh, and don't forget to go in
forensics.

You've got a rare pair of lung pen.

Come on, back to the house. Here, you
behave yourself, Charlie. Come on.

You two haven't seen Ian, have you?

No.

I warned you it was no good, Kate.

Little bastard's probably out picking up
some scrubber right now.

Rick Mulvey was a member of a pop group
back in the 60s.

Liverpool had the Beatles.

We had the Adders.

We're talking Scottish folklore here.

Didn't know you were into the popular
music scene.

I could have been another Ringo Starr at
one time.

So what made you join the force, Joe? I
lacked a sense of humour, sir.

Never mind your cheek.

So where are the other members now?

Sir? The Adders.

Disappeared off the scene years ago.

The girl who sang with them?

Jenny Connolly.

Didn't she commit suicide or something?

Fell from a hotel balcony in Blackpool
after one of their gigs.

That was why the group split up.

Without her, well, they were nothing.

You got those statements together yet?

No, sir.

I might need to go back tonight.

Still haven't found the weapon.

Searched everywhere.

Call yourself a detective.

You should have stopped playing the
guitar.

It was the drums, actually, sir.

Keep me informed.

It's just not like him at all. No
message, nothing.

I'm just scared something's happened to
him.

Right, OK, I'll try David then.

Thanks anyway.

Bye.

Morning, Michael.

Jackie. Any results?

Not yet, I'm afraid.

Time of death, roughly the same for the
two of them.

Could she have died fast by any chance?
Couldn't say at this stage, Michael.

The small amount of water in one of his
lungs suggests that he died from the

electric shock rather than browning.
Although the post -mortem may disagree,

it's a grey area.

But I say that the cause of death may
simply turn out to be...

Cardiac arrest.

Why do you say that?

Well, there's no focal lesion on the
body.

And with a wide expanse of water like
this, an electric charge would...

So do you think it was one of those
kinky sessions that went wrong?

Well, that wouldn't explain death.

Any sign of the murder weapon?

No, not yet.

Part of my allowance book.

Found in the girl's bag.

Well, what's the name on it?

Caroline Buchanan, 114 Everscott House.
Yep, I know who that is.

Right, you go look at the address then.

Oh, thanks a lot.

Good morning!

You're OK.

You're all right. You're OK.

All right.

You're all right.

Leave the boy.

Come on, leave him. Where is he?

A bit of air, please.

Fraser's going to collect background
information and liaise with Forensic.

I've put together a squad to do house to
house.

The girl?

Not electrocuted.

Straightforward stabbing.

She probably would have died where she
was found.

In the jacuzzi.

Oh, we've got a lead.

Jackie's chasing it up at the moment.

You say electrocution?

That's what it looks like.

Found the stereo in the pool, and the
fuse box had been tampered with.

And the plug?

Wrong fuse.

Someone who knew their way round the
house?

I'm sure of it.

No sign of a break -in?

No.

Nor the murder weapon, either.

A killer with an innovative mind.

Perhaps the killer was with them.

They'd been drinking heavily.

And they'd gone back to Mulvey's house
for a bit of fun.

If we could just find out what Mulvey
and the girl were doing earlier that

evening. Jackie said an accident.

I tried to stop her.

I just didn't see him.

Mulvey was recently separated from his
wife.

She shouldn't be too difficult to find.
Look, I know something's wrong.

Six o 'clock last night isn't 24 hours.

He could have gone to see a friend and
not told you about it. I bet he would

have told me. He's a grown lad. Tom,
family loans. Look,

I'll make a note and I'll let you know
if something comes up.

I must know. There's nothing you can do.

Just give me a few minutes.

Is he going to be all right?

I don't even know his name.

You've got the all clear.

I take a few days off. Look, I didn't
see him. Not until the last moment. Go

home.

Detective Inspector Jardine, Maryhill
Police.

Yes.

Does Caroline Buchanan live here?

Why?

Does she live here?

What do you want to know for?

Can we come in?

She's not in any trouble, is she?

Excuse me, where will I find a taxi?

You'll find one there, just at the rank.

Let me get this straight.

You're Caroline Buchanan.

So who's the girl we have in the
mortuary, then?

Jessica.

Jessica?

My sister.

She borrowed it.

Borrowed it?

You want me to say she stole it? Is that
what you want?

Caroline.

She was with a man.

They were both murdered.

I'm not interested in a family of
unspoken.

I need to know who she was with.

Any friends she had.

Boyfriends.

You need to tell me everything.

Jessica was a dancer.

She'd been out of work about six months.

A dancer?

Told her sister she was going to be
introduced to a showbiz celebrity who

be able to help her. And who was going
to make the introduction?

You remember that dag night we had at
the rugby club?

The one that went wrong?

I don't wish to remember.

Well, the cabaret was arranged by a man
who called himself a theatrical agent.

Ex -second -hand car salesman come
ticket to with convictions for fraud.

Weirman? Yeah.

Some cabaret.

Stand -up comedian who didn't get a
laugh because we'd arrested him three

earlier for indecent exposure. Oh, yes,
I remember Veerman.

Alec bloody Veerman.

Of course I read the papers.

No problem. The deal still goes.

Look, my best advice to you is to change
your act.

Well, I'll call you if I hear anything.

Cheers.

Alec, I need help.

Problem? It's Veerman. He's too
confident.

Does he say anything about Rick?

No.

That's what worries me.

What if the police start asking
questions?

Well, worry about that when it happens.
I don't like this one little bit. Oh,

don't be such a wimp. I'm trying to
protect you.

We're in debt. Don't you realise that?
Since when has that ever bothered us?

Look, this is too big a chance to miss,
Larry. There's no going back.

I'm glad he's gone, Kate, to be honest.

I love him, Alec.

I want him back.

A couple of days, you'll forget all
about him.

Come back later, Kate. There's a good
girl.

She's got talent.

Go far.

What can I do you for, gentlemen?

Oh, we're not gentlemen.

Not what you're concerned.

Ah. I remember.

The rugby club police stag night.

You promised to put me out of business.

I promised I wish I'd kept.

I gave you your money back, didn't I?

Hi, lads. Can I take my keys?

I can't let you out of the car yet.

Why not?

If the lad dies, I've got to issue the
report.

Maybe if I had some more facts, I
could... Jackie!

A drink.

Whiskey.

Jessica Buchanan.

Who? A dancer. She's on your books.

You arranged for her to meet Rick Mulvey
last night.

You do know who Rick Mulvey is, don't
you?

Aye.

They were found murdered.

Murdered? But the papers said that it
was an accident.

So you do know who we're talking about?

Look, I don't want to get involved.

But you are involved.

You could be the last person that saw
them alive.

In fact, you could even be the killer.

Now, wait a minute.

Unless you can convince us otherwise,
that is.

They left the pub about 10 .30. Which
pub?

The Melville Bar.

I didn't leave till closing time. Then I
went on to a private function.

Well, there are at least 30 people
there. They'll tell you. And I'll be

contacting every one of them.

You can bet on that.

I want to help.

Just a coming -of -chance.

I can't say for sure, but there is a
possibility.

Hold on.

We know that Jessica left home about
seven o 'clock.

She told her sister she was going for a
drink.

And we can place... Oh, come on, Willie.

What kept you?

We can place her in Melville's bar
between 7 .15 and 10 .30 when she left

Rick Mulvey.

So... Not only do I want everyone who
was in that pub interviewed, but also

the minicabs and the taxi companies as
well.

Any questions?

Oh, for those of you who don't know,
Rick Mulvey was the lead guitarist with

60s pop band, The Adders.

Yes, Stuart.

All I was going to say was, did you know
that Adders entered the charts this

week at number 49 with a re -release of
the single Two of Us?

It's the group's 25th anniversary.

Maybe a piece of useless information.

But I thought I'd just mention it
anyway.

Shut the door, Stuart.

You're obviously into the pop scene,
Fraser.

Now, who would you go to if you wanted
to find out a little more?

This man.

Roddy Ferguson.

The editor.

He's well respected in the music
business.

I don't know him personally, but when I
was younger, he sold second -hand

musical instruments.

Go on.

I tried to buy a drum kit from him.

I don't expect he remembers me, but it
might be worth a try.

Sergeant Reed.

I'm sorry to trouble you. How are you
feeling?

A bit better.

He... He's in theatre.

He has a blood clot.

There's something I want to show you.

You don't remember me, do you?

Should I?

I tried to buy a second -hand drum kit
from you.

Sorry.

Well, you've certainly come a long way
since then.

Yes, well, we publish three music
magazines.

Pop, country and popular classic.

Is that your car?

Yes. No, it's a new model.

Oh, really?

It's got a better engine. A V6, 2 .9
litre, with 190 brake horsepower.

Look, Mr Fraser, another bitty.

If I've committed some traffic... No,
no.

I'd like to ask you a few questions
about the adders.

Mulvey, lead guitar, Marie MacDonald,
keyboards, Alan Mann on drums, Tony

Balmoral, bass.

And, of course, Janie Connolly, the
group's singer, songwriter and

She was terrific.

Janie.

Janie was a poet, very, very talented.

Her death was a great loss.

Rick Mulvey.

Both of them.

Hello. The proof of the Bob Dylan
interview.

My dead sister, Sheila.

Nice to meet you. Hello.

Mr Fraser, the policeman.

Stuart.

Please, call me Stuart.

Nothing wrong, I hope, Stuart.

Just reminiscing, that's all.

I'll look up if you like.

Oh, thanks.

There's something that's been worrying
me.

I don't understand.

You can see for yourself.

I'm puzzled.

Some of these injuries weren't caused by
the accident.

It's this mark here.

It's from a ring.

And I know whose ring caught it.

I have all their photographs, but I
think you might be more interested in

The band and their heyday.

Can I borrow that?

It's a collector's item.

I shot it myself.

Just for a few days.

You'll get it back.

You'll know how the operation went in
about an hour.

He picked me up every night.

They knew he'd be there, the bastards.

Do you know their names?

Kevin Faulkner and Benny.

I don't know his other name.

But he wears a large gold ring.

It's a sovereign, I think.

Right.

Let's grab a cup of coffee and you can
tell me all about it.

Why would anyone want to kill Rick
Mulvey?

Women trouble?

Money problems?

You were close then.

At one time it may have looked like
that.

But you weren't.

A long time ago, Rick took away a
girlfriend of mine. After that, things

never quite the same between us.

And now the group's back in the chart?

Yeah.

It's their 25th anniversary.

Yeah, I know.

That would have been good for Rick.

I mean, financially.

Rick was on the verge of bankruptcy.

Any royalties would have been good news.

Can I give you a call if I need to ask
you any more questions?

I'll have to write an obituary for next
month's edition.

I may have to contact you.

No, no, no, you keep it.

Courtesy of Blue Suede Shoes. You sure?

Yeah, sure.

Cheers. Bye -bye. Bye.

Bye -bye.

Bye.

Kevin Faulkner and Benny... Doherty.

Aye, they're getting chimes.

Thank you. Right.

Come on, you two.

Let's see some real boxing.

Kevin Faulkner.

And who wants to know?

Benny Dockerton?

Yeah.

And you'll be Kevin?

Right, lads, if you want to get dressed,
we're going down the station.

What for?

Just a small matter of assault.

You can get stoned.

That was you, darling.

I do a year where you can still walk.

I wouldn't go moving, that lad.

Pulling through here?

Just

do

yourself a favour and stay out of it.
Look, I'm responsible.

I'm entitled to know.

Don't push it, eh?

I want to know what's going on.

You better have a good explanation for
all this.

What's the score, that? Why didn't you
let us out?

And what's her game?

Faye wants to see you.

What the hell got into you?

The person I knocked down, sir.

His name's Ian Garvey. You were booked
off duty.

I know, sir.

It was stupid, irrational, and not what
I expect of an officer of your

experience. We are a team.

I'm sorry, sir.

Sorry?

You're lucky you're still in one piece.

Don't ever do anything like that again,
Jackie.

I'm not doing anything.

It was Vierman that put them up to it.

Can you prove that?

Sir, Kate McFeely is Ian Garvey's
girlfriend.

Vierman's warned him off on a number of
occasions.

Thinks Ian's trying to ruin her career,
but the truth is that Vierman fancies

her. Will she make a statement for that
effect?

Well, Vierman's trying to make his way
in show business.

He's organised this gala concert at
Glasgow Green in aid of a charity.

A charity?

Yet to be named. The main attraction was
to be a one -off performance by the

Adders to mark their 25th anniversary.

Bring in Wehrman.

He's not at his home or his office.

We've had it checked out.

Then find him!

You got me right in it with the law.

I didn't. Then how come they're sitting
on my doorstep? And how come Benny and

Kevin are banged up in the nick?

After all I've done for you.

Look, how did you get in here?

I worked my arse off to get you a good
gig, and this is how you repay me.

I wouldn't hurt you, Alec.

Then why do it?

They could have killed Ian.

Veerman has to show his face at some
point.

I don't think he's the type to flee the
country.

What are we going to do with Falkman and
Daugherty, sir?

Well, we're certainly not going to let
them go, that's for sure.

We need witnesses.

Yeah, CID.

Yeah.

It's the hospital for you.

I'll take it at my desk.

Thanks.

Hello? Speaking.

Right, thanks.

I want access to all the information
before we connect up to the main system.

Somebody told me you want to talk to me.

I don't want to spend my career singing
in a pub.

I want to make something of my life.

This might be the only chance I get.

I'd be a fool to throw it all away.

I'm so sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

Would you like me to go? No, it's all
right.

I've spoken with the nurse.

He's going to be okay.

Yeah, I know.

Is there something wrong?

Yeah.

The men you arrested.

Faulkner and Docherty.

I'm sorry, I made a mistake.

A mistake?

I made the whole thing up.

And Veerman?

I suppose that was a mistake too.

I don't want to talk about it.

What about Ian?

Is he going to say it was a mistake?

Ian wouldn't do anything that might harm
me.

And why should the girl say that you
ordered Doherty and Faulkner to beat up

boyfriend? Kate said that.

We have a statement.

She has this thing about being a star.

A figment of her imagination?

I can tell you now.

You're wasting your time.

And this gala concert, is that also a
figment of her imagination?

She told us about the resurrection of
the Adepts. Great idea, don't you think?

Two of the original group were dead or
had that escaped your attention.

Old pop stars never die. They just re
-release, didn't you know?

You mean it's a con?

Look, I can put in a couple of look
-alikes.

All they have to do is mine to a couple
of numbers.

And the public would stand for that? Of
course.

Nostalgia.

It's the best -selling game there is.

Time you got up, you lazy so -and -so.

Someone here to see you.

Alan!

Thank you. I'm sure he knows I'm here.

Alan, open the door.

It's open!

Look at you!

What a waste!

I want you to sign, Alan.

Stop that bloody noise and listen to me.

This is my future.

I'm not going to allow you to ruin it.

Alan, I know you.

You're not as crazy as you'd like me to
think you are.

Sign, Alan, sign.

Where have you been?

At the hospital.

That was vehement.

We had to let them go because you don't
have a case, Jackie!

wouldn't sign.

You wouldn't even speak to me.

What do you expect?

there'd never be anything like the
album.

But we've got a special treat for you
tonight, ladies and gentlemen.

Singing two of us, please welcome to the
stage a sensational new singer, Miss

Kate McCready!

What are you doing?

What the hell did that?

A corrosive lavatory cleaner forced into
the mouth.

As you can see, spillages on the face
and neck tighten and burn the skin.

That's Alan Mann.

The drummer?

He's been working nights here for three
years.

Apparently he's unreliable.

Steals things.

When he does turn up, he's usually out
his head on drink or drugs.

Why do they employ him, one wonders?

Well, the boss was an old adders fan.

Well, obviously someone doesn't want
them to get together again.

Come on.

Let's get out of here.

Go.

Think of Trey Smith as Mulvey, sir.

You think?

Almost sure.

When you're positive, let me know.

Sure.

Where's Inspector Jarden?

Alleyman's lodging, sir.

Lazy so -and -so.

Owed me rent.

Didn't he ever do any washing?

Offered. But I was lucky to get a word
out of him.

Do you know he was a pop star at one
time?

Pop star?

Lay about more likely.

Did he have any friends?

No.

Although a woman did visit him
yesterday.

A woman?

Smart, well -dressed.

Did she give a name?

No.

She came in one of those jeeps.

Jeeps? He looked like a farmer.

Who looked like a farmer?

The man who was driving it, of course.

He was wearing one of those waterproof
coats that farmers do.

That's better.

We'll have you back on your feet in no
time.

OK. She's been in quite a few times to
see you.

Don't worry.

They'll all come back to you in good
time. The most important thing now is

you to get some rest.

For someone who wanted fame and glory,
sir, it was a pitiful sight.

And do you think Vierman was
responsible?

There's no doubt he had the kid in
hospital beaten up.

But the killings are something else.

Perhaps he put out a contract on them
for some reason.

Vierman?

Vierman looked and acted like a
gangster, but that's where the

What line of inquiry are you following?

The only connection we have at the
moment, sir, is that two of the victims

members of the Adders, who just happen
to have a record in the charts at the

moment.

We know they hated each other's guts,
and they haven't been in contact for at

least 24 years.

So the pop scene's not as glamorous as
it's made out to be.

Well, it certainly wasn't all loving and
LSD, that's for sure.

Man's place was an absolute tip, sir.

It's doubtful whether he owned more than
one pair of socks.

Friends and associates?

He had one visitor yesterday.

Smart woman in her forties.

She left after a few minutes.

She was with a man.

He was parked outside in a jeep of some
sort.

He was like a farmer type. He wore a wax
jacket.

Is it on the computer?

No, not yet, sir. Then do it.

I think she needs a few days off. I've
tried telling her, sir.

Do we have that film copied here?

I'll check it out.

Just a minute, Michael.

This came in this morning's post.

Read it.

Whoever wrote that letter knows
something we don't know.

Oh, come on, sir.

It's anonymous.

I can't afford to ignore it.

Means digging up case notes from over 25
years ago.

Yes.

But we'd better find out who wrote it
first.

Fantastic.

Yes? Yeah, I've got a name and address,
sir. Anyone we know?

Mrs Margaret Rennie.

Never heard of her.

She owns an antique warehouse at York
Hill Street.

Well, what are you waiting for?

Yes, please.

It's a nightmare, sir.

They never used their real names.

Did you know that Rick Mulvey's real
name was Robert Glosh?

Glosh. Now, if it had been Elvis Glosh,
he might have been a hit on both sides

of the...

Hi, Kate.

I'm sorry to trouble you.

Please,

not now.

Who is it?

Who are you?

Look, now's not a good time.

So is he.

I understand.

I understand.

It's okay.

Jackie, I don't want you to think...

You don't have to explain.

I don't want you to get the wrong idea.

Look, Ian wanted to see you.

He'd conjured.

Don't throw it all away, Kate.

Ian needs you.

It's not as simple as that.

Hello?

Can I help you?

Margaret Rennie?

Yes.

How did you find me?

You, uh... Your name and address are
imprinted on the letter you sent to

Superintendent McVitie.

Well?

You'd better come this way.

In that letter, you alleged that Janie
Connolly was murdered.

I did, didn't I?

They pumped her full of drugs, you see.

Who pumped her full of drugs? Someone in
the group.

Let me get this straight. You're saying
someone in the group murdered Janie?

Yes. Why didn't you tell us at the time?

I didn't want my... husband to know?

To know what?

Janie and I were lovers.

Lovers?

Being a lesbian is not a recent
phenomenon, you know.

I'm sorry.

I want to show you something.

Do you know when that was?

Roughly.

June 1971.

Yeah, that'll be fine. Great. Cheers.

Sir.

Marie MacDonald, the group's keyboard
player.

Yes. Married Larry Bain.

And who is Larry Bain? The group's
manager.

June 1971, Registry Office, Edinburgh.

That was just after the group broke up.

DC Fraser.

Hi, Roddy.

The Hilton.

Excellent.

Sure.

Okay. Bye -bye.

The Hilton.

I've been invited for lunch.

Information, sir.

I thought the Hilton was exclusive.

Promise not to tell anyone, sir.

It may be a little dusty.

The Adders were not only a pop group.

They were an industry.

I don't understand.

I ran the group's fan club.

It was a full -time sales and marketing
job.

Nobody knew them better than me.

Hi. How you doing?

Quite good afternoon, sir.

I'm with that gentleman over there.

Of course, yes, certainly.

Let's come through to your table. Sure.

Some place there.

Food looks excellent.

Hi. How you doing?

Stuart.

Rick's wife, Louise.

Forgive me, I'm absolutely starving.

No problem.

Nice to meet you.

Sorry, Thunder.

Such circumstances.

Whatever else I am, I'm not a hypocrite.

Let's get that straight from the start.

Stuart, sit down, please.

The only reason I asked for this meeting
was because I knew sooner or later you

would find me.

You didn't want to be found.

Louise is having a somewhat delicate
relationship.

I don't want the media sitting on my
boyfriend's doorstep.

Tell me about Rick.

I've read so much about him and admired
him as a... Perhaps we should order

something first.

Can I try some lobster?

Kate.

I'm Jackie.

Jackie.

Where's Kate?

She's working.

Working.

Working.

She's not working, is she?

No, I shouldn't think so.

Forget the crap about Rick being a nice,
warm -hearted guy.

He was a womaniser, a selfish bastard
who beat me senseless when the mood

I stayed with him for one reason and one
reason only.

Money. And then the money ran out?

Not at all.

But eventually he made sure my share of
it became less and less, so it was...

Time to move out and leave him to his
own delectable lifestyle.

I can't believe you really hated him
that much.

Promise me something.

When you catch the guy who did it, I'd
like to shake his hand.

What about Alan Mann?

One of the good guys.

We'd want to kill him.

Probably the same person that killed
Rick.

Look, I'll probably need to speak to you
again.

Leave a message with Roddy. You'll be at
the funeral?

She'll must go on.

Shed a few tears, I should imagine.

Oh, part the image, lovey. Now, could
you excuse me? I'll see you out, Louise.

Margaret Rennie ran the group's fan
club.

She had a lesbian relationship with
Jeannie.

If she says that a member of the group
killed Jeannie, I'm inclined to believe

her. Perhaps we should exhume the body.

I'm reluctant to seek an order on the
word of one woman.

How far forward are you in tracing the
other?

I'm waiting for confirmation.

But I have it on good authority that
Tony Balmoral became a monk.

A monk?

Well, not a monk exactly.

Apparently he went to one of those
islands where old hippies go to find

themselves. Which island?

I'm still trying to find out, sir.

Marie McDonald?

I hope to get result food.

Come on, Stuart.

I'm doing my best.

But if these people don't want to be
found, then it's not going to be easy.

She certainly knows how to turn it on.

See the guy that hasn't tucked his shirt
in?

Used to go to school with him.

Is it this jockey?

Probably wouldn't want to speak to me
now.

That's the way of it, Michael.

His father was a minister.

Very strict.

Find out who that is.

I suppose the widow has to be
comfortable.

Is that what you call it then?

No wonder she didn't want the press
turning up on her doorstep.

She knows what she wants.

Excuse me.

She'll have you for breakfast.

All in the line of duty, Sarge.

It's not what you think, Mr Fraser.
After watching you at the funeral, Mrs

Mulvey, I'm sure you'll be nominated for
an Academy Award.

Mike Jordan!

Thought I recognised you.

How are you doing?

OK. You?

Can't complain.

I always thought you'd get into the
church like your father.

I never figured that you'd turn out to
be a policeman like your dad.

I will.

There you go.

Johnny Patterson must have been quite a
catch.

We're very much in love, actually.

I don't want anything to spoil it. Aye.

I'm sure you don't.

I want everyone at the funeral
identified.

Particularly our mystery man.

So, let's go out and find him and bring
him in.

I've traced Marie MacDonald.

She and Ben have a farm at Craig Maddy.
South Loan? Yeah.

The land's over at the cemetery.

It's licensed to South Loan Farms
Limited.

I wish someone would tell me what the
hell's going on.

It's still there in the wild.

Maybe someone's got something to hide.

Aye.

Do you realise if Marie Macdonald's in,
she'll be the first live member of the

group we've seen?

Alistair, I want that exclamation order.

Yes? Police officers.

Murray MacDonald?

Impressive.

Marie wants to take them down.

Why?

It's all over.

Gone.

Surely something to be proud of.

Hanging on to the path is not going to
pay the bills.

Yep.

Yep.

That then.

In Svagen.

Forget the newspapers, magazines.

The truth is we hated each other.

You were at the funeral.

We wanted to pay our last respects.

You keep out of this, Larry.

So when the band split up, you didn't
keep in touch at all? I hated the

publicity, the pretense.

I wanted to drop out.

Lose myself completely.

So you married Larry? We understand each
other.

I didn't want to change the world.

Save a rainforest or any of that crap.

All I wanted was a secure, normal life.

Why did you visit Alan Mann the day he
was murdered?

I haven't seen Alan for 25 years.

You were spotted, Marie.

It was my idea.

No.

You see, I was the group's manager.

Alan was the youngest.

I felt a personal sense of failure.

He was on a rollercoaster right from the
word go.

Fell into all the traps.

Booze, drugs, girls, everything.

A few months ago, I discovered that he'd
contracted AIDS.

He was living in a shitty little room.

With nothing, nobody.

Just couldn't ignore it.

So a touch of conscience?

If you like.

You any idea who we'd want to kill, Rick
and Alan?

No. Aren't you worried?

Why?

Well, you two could be on the killer's
list.

What a strange couple.

Did you really believe all that?

Couldn't make head nor tail of them.

I think they were hiding something.

Or protecting somebody.

Why didn't you keep your bloody mouth
shut?

Why tell them about Alan?

I thought I covered it quite well.

Do you think for one minute they
believed you?

They knew we'd been there.

Damn it.

I knew we shouldn't have started this.
Well, you'd be happy for us to lose

everything. It wasn't me that spent all
the money. You've enjoyed it as well.

Shouldn't leave your door open.

You never know who's about.

Naughty Nicky Lee, late as usual, puts
herself in the hot seat for the next 60

minutes of Sounds from the 60s.

Me? Well, I'm signing off to the early
show tomorrow evening.

Don't forget to tune in.

But till then, it's good night and good
listening.

And thanks to the wonderful Johnny
Patterson for the last two hours.

I'm going to be with you right up until
7 .30, so let's get on with the music.

You two can work it out between you.

I don't want to get involved anymore.

What's wrong with him? Oh, he's having
second thought.

If anything goes wrong, this will all
come back to me. All you have to do is

keep your mouth shut.

What if Tony doesn't go along with all
this?

Leave Tony to me.

It's only a matter of time before the
police get to me. I mean, you know that,

don't you?

You shouldn't have run away from the
cemetery.

That was stupid.

Look, there are questions I don't have
answers to, Marie.

So what?

You tell them you were the group's
roadie. You wired them for sound, that's

You know nothing more.

I'm an electrician, for Christ's sake.

They might suspect that I wired Rick up.

I can't meet you there.

Anywhere else but not there.

Yeah.

That sounds fine.

No. I won't be late.

Here you are.

And you.

TID office.

Stuart.

Rory Ferguson.

Hi. The Melville bar tonight.

About eight o 'clock.

You'll see something to your advantage.

Like what?

I don't want to spell it out, but you'll
see an unholy alliance. What you've got

to ask yourself is what are they up to?

Can you be a bit more specific?

It's called bribery.

Sir, I think we might have struck lucky.

What exactly are we meant to be looking
for? We'll know it when we see it.

It's a lot of money, Johnny.

I told you it was a loan.

What, a disc jockey at the top of his
profession, borrowing money?

Come on, I have problems.

How much do you earn a year?

That's a private matter.

So do you want me to ask questions
elsewhere?

No.

No.

That's better.

Now tell me the truth.

Look...

I have a girlfriend.

She... She has an expensive habit.

Drugs?

You're saying that Louise is an addict?

Paola.

Do you know what that word means?

Of course I know what that word means.

Thought you might.

Pushing records for money.

I told you!

It was a loan.

Who's pushing two of us, Freeman?

Who says it's being pushed?

I say it's being pushed.

I don't know what I'm doing here.

I lent him the money. I haven't done it.
Take him down.

This must be right up your street, eh?

What?

Bribery. It was a loan.

Do you think the court's going to
believe that?

They'll believe it when I tell them you
promised to put me out of business.

I have witnesses.

He's got you over a barrel.

He would never get to court.

You're going to have to release him.

Oh, I've had enough for one day.

So what do you want me to do with him?

We don't have any choice, do we?

We don't usually do these bloody things
when the sun's shining.

Yeah, you've got to have the right mood
for an exhumation.

Somehow it's not the same on a bright
sunny morning.

God, I hope this one doesn't fall apart.

Oh, no, she was buried in a upmarket 60s
-style state -of -the -art coffin,

which is more than Alan Mann will
achieve.

Live life to the full, Michael.

Lesson for us all.

Morning, gentlemen.

Morning.

Right.

Now, hold on, hold on.

Where do these come from?

Somebody always puts roses there.

Can we get on with this?

What do you mean, always?

Every two, three weeks. Michael, there's
a lot of work to be done.

Right.

Oh, digitally remastered the tracks.

Stick some reverb on.

Just giving you a professional opinion.

How many songs in all?

Thirteen on both, and all unpublished.

Better than I expected.

Even better when we start talking about
money.

We've still got to get Tony's agreement.

I'm catching the early morning ferry.

Once we get everything signed, then we
make our move.

She was lightning at the door.

That's a lie.

I just came to see if you had a gig for
me next week.

Let me introduce you to the new Janie.

I'll need to get samples of soil and any
water that's in there.

Janey Kwandi's funeral.

They all look so young.

The mourners are named.

The manager, Mary Bain.

And the group's roadie, Patrick Liddle.

Our mystery man.

No wonder you couldn't catch him with a
mule like that.

Sergeant Reid.

Freda?

Yes, sir.

Get on to records.

See what they can dig up on him.

Someone who legs it like that has
probably got some form somewhere.

Okay.

What are you waiting for?

I know he's supposed to be bright, but
it's hard to see it sometimes.

Jackie.

Where the hell's she got to now?

Read that one, will you?

Little packed his bags and moved out the
day you lost them at the cemetery.

Does he have any friends?

He's got a red metro.

Oh well.

That's the main thing. He also has a
persecution complex, doesn't pay his

and he's threatening to take his
landlord to the European Court of Civil

In fact, he hasn't worked since last
Christmas.

I'm inquiring about Ian Garvey.

Are you a relative?

I'm his girlfriend.

Let me see.

Sorry to trouble you, sir, but I thought
you'd like to know.

I've traced Tony Balmoral.

He stays at the Lorne Retreat.

It's on its lagging.

What time do the berries run?

Depends on the weather. Usually back and
forwards all the time.

By the way, sir, the rector, the Hilton,
it does a wonderful lobster salad.

It's just a setback.

He'll be okay.

I feel some responsibility.

Is that what you call it?

I came here to help you and I find you
holding his hand.

What are you getting at?

You're not concerned about Ian. You
never were.

You simply want him to give evidence
against Dr. Falkner.

So you can get out of trouble.

That's not true.

Look, why don't you just go?

You're not wanted here.

I wouldn't have bet on you being here.

I'm not sure I want to be here.

Think of it as an investment.

Why me?

You have the contacts.

Okay, I'll listen to them. I'll let you
know.

From what I can gather, the retreat is
on the east side of the island.

They run some kind of natural fish
farming program.

What's the matter, Jackie?

Nothing, sir.

I want you fit and ready in the morning.
You're going to Inchilagan.

was stupid, irrational, and not what I
expected from an officer of your

experience. We had to let them go
because you don't have a case, Jack. We

team. We do not get resolved by personal
vendetta.

Yes, I asked for Sergeant Reid's
telephone to be checked.

There's no answer.

You'll have to catch the next ferry.

What is she doing?

Yes.

She's what?

Thank you.

Unplug the bloody phone.

She's been under a lot of pressure
lately.

I'll take a car, go round and get her.
No.

You're coming with me.

It's been a long time, Tony.

What are you doing here?

Why did you do it?

Do what?

Kill the others.

You haven't changed, have you?

You were the hot -tempered one. The only
one with the guts to do it. I've

changed.

I'm not the Tony Balmoral you once knew.

A leopard doesn't change his spots.

I found peace in this place, Marie.

Come on.

You know what our problem was?

Success came too easily.

We couldn't handle it.

We depended too much on Janie's talent
and charisma.

I didn't come here for a post -mortem.

Without her, we were nothing, Marie.

She carried us.

I just went along for the ride.

And when the bubble burst...

I wasn't bitter.

In fact, I was relieved.

The bubble hasn't burst yet, Tony. We
can milk it some more.

Cephalopod mollusk.

Eight arms equipped with suckers.

You know what suckers are, don't you,
Marie?

You like backbone. You always did.

But not you.

You could have been a great guitarist.
Pity you're such a wimp.

What do you want, Marie?

Fine.

I'm not even going to give you the
satisfaction.

Go to hell.

Shortcut.

Mr. Balmoro?

Tony Balmoro?

Well,

not me.

It's the only uniform I've got.

They were a Christmas present.

I believe you.

I'm sorry, sir.

Three murders on our hands and you
decide to have a lie in.

I've got things on my mind.

My offer.

You set an incident room up at the
retreat.

I'll have a squad of detectives here
within the hour.

First murder we've had on the island.

I would never have had a crime before.

And we'll get our own forensic boys in
for continuity.

It'll be an upheaval for the folk around
here, that's for sure.

I suppose you don't keep records of who
comes and goes on this island?

No. But the weirdos up at the laboratory
might know if we'd any visitors.

Sometimes I'm not as smart as I should
be.

But outside of that, I've got feelings
and responsibilities like everyone else.

I couldn't sleep, Sarah.

I walked for most of the night.

I've told you not to get personally
involved.

Well, he doesn't seem to be getting any
better.

It wasn't your fault, Jackie.

It doesn't help.

It's not your problem.

I know.

I can't go on making excuses for you.

Yes.

Yes, Michael.

I'll get a team down there right away.

You better come back here.

Tony Balmoral is dead.

If you'd been here when you were
supposed to be here, he might still be

Well -dressed, medium height,
attractive, middle 40.

Asked to see Tony Balmoral.

Well, doesn't take too much figuring
out.

Now, she would have taken 15 to 20
minutes. That's...

An hour and a half in total.

Yeah, that would give her plenty of time
to get back and catch the return ferry.

We'll move away, wherever you want.

What about your career?

It's not important anymore.

I wouldn't want you to give it up.

Ian, I just want us to be together.

Listen, I'm sorry. I've been very
selfish lately.

We're getting married.

Oh, I'm pleased for you.

Fault on Doherty.

I don't want to go ahead with the
charges.

Well, that's your choice.

Kate, I have something to tell you.

When I went into Verman's office
yesterday,

He had these tapes of a recording
session.

I couldn't quite make out the girl's
voice at first.

But then he came to me.

Jeannie Connolly.

From the Adders?

They were unpublished songs.

Alex said they were going to make a lot
of money out of it.

They? Well, there was a man and a woman
there.

And did you know them?

No. But the funny thing was, Alex
introduced me as the new Jeannie.

Well, hello, everybody.

It's Johnny Patterson here once again.

Kelvin Radio.

Music till midnight.

Remember this one, Grandad?

We've just had some really sad news in.

Tony Balmoral, one of the last surviving
members of the Adders, was found dead

this morning.

Police aren't saying anything at the
moment, but we believe they're treating

as another case of murder.

As you probably know, two of the group
have already been found murdered in the

past few weeks.

It's a crazy world out there, man.

You take over.

Please? I'll be two minutes.

Yep. I heard you on the radio.

Touched melodramatic, I thought.

Is that all you can see?

You're in the public eye, Johnny.

I were you.

Keep my mouth shut.

Do you think Marie MacDonald is capable?

Of mother?

Aye.

Given the right circumstances.

Hate is a very powerful motor.

Unless... Something else, perhaps?

How about unpublished songs by Jeannie
Connolly?

I take it Tony wouldn't sign.

There are other ways.

He's dead.

Marie.

Dad?

He was on the radio.

Can't be. I was with him.

You'd better get your story straight.

You don't believe I had anything. I've
always stuck by you, haven't I?

The tapes were of a girl singing.

Kate thinks it was Janie Connolly.

The talk was of unpublished songs that
would make them a lot of money.

A record by a group well past its sell
-by date pushes its way into the top 50.

And now we hear of unpublished songs.

A record company's dream come true. And
Alec Vierman is the common denominator.

Who were the other two?

From Kate's description, the woman
sounded like Marie MacDonald. But who

man?

Tony Balmoral had a visitor just before
he was murdered.

We're sure it was Marie MacDonald.

I think it's time we had a word with
her, don't you?

How many times do I have to tell you I
didn't kill him? I'm on your side.

Tell me, what would be the point?

OK, then.

Somebody knew you were going to see him.
There was only Alec, Patrick and...

The

police! They're looking for me!

They've been making inquiries, asking
about me. They think I'm a killer.

They're questioning everyone, Patrick.

Yes, but did you know they'd exhumed
Jenny's body? It's all in the papers.

Why would they do that?

I mean, if they find out about...

It's

the police.

I've got to get out of here.

There's no need.

The Metro!

I'm afraid he saw you coming.

I'll read you for some help.

It's in better condition than I
anticipated, Jack.

Come and have a look.

Of course, the head has become detached.

Still, we're lucky.

We might have ended up with a bucket
full of brown sludge.

Mind you, it's not part of that now.

What are the chances?

What, of proving it wasn't an accident?

Of proving it was mud dust.

Very slim.

We'll have to see what the boys in
forensic come up with.

She's innocent.

We're taking her in for questioning,
that's all. I want to come.

You'd be better off here.

Let them have their little game. I'll be
back in a few hours.

To lose one partner may be considered a
misfortune.

To lose two is downright carelessness.

A coincidence.

You visit the victims only hours before
they're murdered.

There's also a question mark over where
you were at the time of Rick Mulvey's

murder.

Supposition.

You had the motive and the opportunity.

Motive?

Tapes.

What tapes?

The tapes you had in Alec Vierman's
office.

Oh, this is silly.

Silly?

Is that what you think?

You're facing several murder charges,
Marie.

I didn't kill anyone.

Then why don't you tell us what this is
all about?

Because once you're on the sheet, it's
too late.

You don't go recording new material and
not tell the other members of the group.

Janey.

She was cutting us out. We had a binding
contract.

We had a right to those songs, just as
much as she did.

You asked Alan and Tony to sign away
their right. Why not?

Alan didn't care. He was on another
planet half the time.

And all Tony Balmoral wanted was peace
of mind.

What I tried to do was legal and above
board.

And when they wouldn't sign, you killed
them.

No!

You're the sole surviving member of the
group, Marie.

You stand to gain a small fortune in
royalties, whatever else you've got

planned.

Don't you?

Well, don't you?

Yes.

Yes.

You have enough to hold her till
tomorrow?

We'll need more evidence if we're going
to make the charges stick.

24 hours.

Still no sign of Little.

Yes, Stephen.

Had a call from the lab, Jack. Yes?

There just isn't enough.

Enough? Of Janie Connolly's remains.

Well, it was a long shot.

Surprisingly, the toxicologist found
traces of heroin in the hair.

Hardly surprising in view of her
lifestyle.

Yes, but what concerns me is...

I've got the pathologist's original
notes here, and for some strange reason,

it's all fit not to test the body for
drugs or anything else.

Meaning? It all looks a bit dodgy to me.

Dodgy?

Let me put it this way.

I wouldn't have arrived at a verdict of
accidental death.

Can I have your attention, please?

I think we've inherited another mudder.

Jackie at MacDonald, Morris and Fraser,
and Smith, my office.

Briefing. A Scottish soldier who
wandered far away and soldiered

far away.

Go on, Angus, tell the nice man what you
did best at school.

Reading, writing, and arithmetic.

What did he say?

He said reading, writing and arithmetic.

No, that's what you said. What did he
say?

Tell the nice man, Angus, what do you
like most?

A bottle of beer. A bottle of beer. What
did you say?

A bottle of beer. A bottle of beer.

The bees are the most difficult thing to
do.

A bottle of beer. A bottle of beer. It's
good, eh?

I could change the script.

I'd change the bloody act if I were you.

Please, Mr. Beaman, you're our last
chance.

That sounds like a personal problem, and
I'm not the vicar. Piss off.

I'm bloody good. You're bloody awful,
and you know it. Disappear.

I want my share.

You know the deal. Once I've sold the
tape. I need the money now.

He can't help you, Patrick.

Look, if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't
have the tapes.

You want to settle for a one -off
payment, is that what you're saying?

Yeah. What kind of figure are you
thinking of?

Oh, make me an offer.

A grand?

One and a half? You've got to be
kidding.

I don't kid about money.

Then bastard!

Shit,

stop!

Look, all I want is my fair share.

I think I deserve it. I brought you
that!

Piss off.

There's no way to talk to you, old
friend.

I've got news for you. If we don't get a
date soon, it's curtains for you, mate.

Ah, who is, boy, you hid your shatter
knock.

That does it. That does it. First thing
in the morning, you open the fire.

I'd like a few words, if that's not too
much trouble.

I'm stopping this tape at 10 .30am in
order that a break can be taken. If

trying to wear me down, you're wasting
your time.

Miss McDonald had been served with a cup
of tea and allowed a cigarette.

Do you want a tea?

So how did Jeannie really die?

Have we got to go through all this
again?

It's off the record.

She fell over the balcony. It was an
accident.

Mate, it's cold in. We've got muddle.
Brilliant. Thanks.

What about the others?

I've told you. There was no love lost
between any of us. Our relationship was

purely business.

Would Patrick Little confirm that?

We've just picked him up.

You're wasting your time.

Patrick doesn't know anything.

He was the band's roadie.

He's bound to have known what was going
on behind the scenes.

Might tell us something you haven't.

I've told you everything.

Might even put you in the frame.

He knows nothing.

If I was in your shoes, I'd be scared.

Why should I be scared?

Another couple of hours, I'll be out of
here.

He tried to kill me. He's crazy.

He should be locked up in Berlin.

You don't really care, do you?

Why should he want to kill you? I told
you he wanted me to open the safe.

What for? What do you mean, what for?

He wanted money.

Not for the tapes.

And if you see what tapes...

I will personally see to it that it's
you that's locked away in Barlinnie.

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

Give it two minutes, eh?

I've had enough of you.

You can do what you want. I'm saying
nothing.

We could talk it over if you'd just
agree.

I know it may be hard for you, but I
think it would be why

you don't seem to read.

My report.

And the original pathologist's notes.

They don't tally.

I suggest that the case be reopened.

Are you still suggesting that someone
got at the pathologist?

That Janey was murdered?

That is for you to find out in your
investigation.

But that's what you suspect.

As I said, it's up to you.

You know what this is going to do, don't
you?

Make more than a few waves.

Not our problem, thank goodness.

What if I told you Jeannie was murdered?

I don't think I can take any more of
this. Tell me what really happened,

Patrick stole the tapes the night Janie
died.

I'm listening.

Besides being the group's roadie, he ran
errands for her.

Drug?

That's what he told me.

Did he tell you how she died?

There was a party.

She went up to her room on the 11th
floor, smashed out of her head.

He followed.

Got there just after she fell.

Why didn't all this come out in the
inquest?

Larry was our manager.

He did his best to cover up the drugs
aspect of it. So he bribed people.

He had to protect our image.

Is that it?

I want to go home now.

I suppose you'll be getting married once
all this has died down.

Maybe.

I want to know what's going on, Roddy.

Going on? There's a rumour going around
about unpublished songs written by

Janie.

Don't believe all that you hear.

The rumour is you have them.

Roddy, I've always respected you as a
friend and... The song she wrote just

before she died.

How come it suddenly appeared after all
this time?

You do know each other, don't you?

Take him down.

Denies all knowledge of the tapes.

Well, I'm sure you'll be able to find
out.

I thought you wanted to do the
questioning.

I've had enough, Michael.

Look, these tapes are the key to this
whole business.

There's a good chance that Janie was
murdered.

McVitie's applying to have the case
reopened.

I knew Little was up to something.

Rick was probably the first person he
approached.

Killed him because he wouldn't do
business over the tip.

Possible.

I always thought the guy was right on
the edge.

Pull over.

I'll get out here.

often wondered why you didn't get
married.

Marriage is a good way to end a
beautiful friendship.

So is death.

Phil, what happens now, then, about the
tape?

Two of us will probably get as far as
the top ten.

Then a CD will be released, a
compilation, including Janie's new

The copyright will be owned by Vierman
Music Limited.

Vierman Music Limited?

The name of convenience.

The main beneficiary will be Marie
MacDonald.

Not if I have my way.

Look, Roddy, I must go.

Thanks for lunch. It was super.

Time to request your environment, sir.
No, I want to speak to Liddell first.

Jackie. Yes.

Go and get Liddell up there.

What's the matter?

The caretaker at the graveyard said
there was always fresh roses.

Well, did Margaret have any?

Could be someone else.

Bye -bye.

Roddy.

Marie. The tape.

I don't have the Marie. That's not what
Alec Beerman tells me.

Marie, I'm just a reluctant middleman in
all this business.

Do you think the police are going to see
it like that? Hey, Marie, the... Don't

Marie me. I want those tapes back.

8969, good afternoon.

Mrs Rennie, it's Inspector Jardine. I
came to see you. Yes.

Mrs Rennie, Janie Connolly's grave.

Yes. Have you visited it recently?

Good gracious, no.

I just thought that perhaps with... What
I told you was all in the past.

Someone has been placing red roses on
the grave.

Mrs Rennie?

Please don't call me again.

I've told you all I know.

There'll be an official inquiry.

Yes, sir.

They'll want to know why he wasn't
properly searched.

Belonged to a previous prisoner.

Ought to have been met.

Jackie.

No matter how many times you see it, you
just never get used to it, do you?

Why commit suicide?

He supplied drugs to Jeannie.

Perhaps he felt responsible for her
death.

But why now, sir?

Perhaps it played on his mind and the
exhumation was the last straw.

What happens if he's earned money for
that?

Are you all right?

I think we'll interview Vierman now.

This is not a game anymore, Alec.

It's for real.

And it's happening to you.

Can I get you anything?

Nobody would blame me if you went home.

I'll be alright.

Your luck's got to change.

Do you think so?

I'm sure it will.

Thanks.

Haven't you got work you should be
getting on with?

Ethan Fedder.

Please don't call me here.

Look, I couldn't make it.

I'm sorry.

Of course I do.

Yeah.

I'll be in touch.

Okay.

Liddle did some work for me, setting up
equipment for a gig. He told me about

the tapes.

At first, I didn't realize their
importance.

To tell you the truth, I didn't believe
him.

Was this before Rick Mulvey was
murdered?

Yeah.

Then Marie showed up on the scene a few
weeks later, with Liddle and the same

proposition. I could see the potential.

Why did they come to you?

Because they knew I wouldn't disclose
how I got the tapes.

Meaning?

Tapes that were stolen from a young girl
who'd just thrown herself off a

balcony. What would that do for my
reputation?

Roddy?

Roddy?

And that's it.

No, no.

Not quite, Alec.

Where are the tapes now?

Roddy Ferguson.

Ferguson? He had the contacts.

He was going to set up a deal with a
record company.

Can I get my naughty dog back?

Is that the one?

Larry? Yes?

Roddy Ferguson?

Yes? Is Marie there?

She phoned to say she'll be back about
four.

No problem, is there?

Your wife is trying to blackmail me. Did
you know that?

Get out!

Roddy?

Tell Marie I've got what she wants.

I'll contact her.

Roddy, we have to talk.

You're in trouble. I want to help.

Some guy tried to kill me. Do you know
that?

Well, who would want to kill you? You
tell me.

Listen, Alec.

Everything's over between us.

I suppose you're going back to that
little creep.

Well, we're going to get married.

I'm thinking of going to college, too.

You have a contract with me. I did have
a contract.

Not anymore. No one walked out on me.

Ian is considering making a statement to
the police implicating you in the

assault.

I could back that up if necessary.

You couldn't seem to save your life
anyway.

Get out of here!

You missed him again, I'm afraid.

Shouldn't you wait until Roddy comes
back?

Where is he?

I don't know.

You get the key to this drawer?

No.

No.

There's a Mrs Rennie at the front desk.

I know nothing about them.

He was fanatical about Jeannie.

When Inspector Jordan mentioned red
roses, it all came back.

He wouldn't leave her alone.

He pestered her with phone calls, sent
her flowers.

Red roses.

If he couldn't have her, nobody else
would.

All that kind of silly nonsense.

Who are we talking about?

She egged him on.

It was a game to her.

He was on the telephone.

I came in and he shouted at me. He was
very angry.

It was none of my business.

What was none of your business?

Sheila.

He was being blackmailed. Who was
blackmailing him?

Somebody he telephoned.

How do you know it was someone he
telephoned?

If it had been an incoming call, I'd
have heard it. There's a bell in the

office. You haven't used the phone
since?

No.

Last number redialed.

South Lawn?

South Lawn.

You tell your Mr.

Ferguson that I want to speak to him
when he gets back.

Yes? Michael?

Yes, Chanky?

Yes, thank you, Jackie.

We're in business.

You. Why?

You destroy the talent.

It was an accident. She fell from the
balcony.

There was no accident, Larry.

The police investigated it.

I was there, Larry.

She didn't struggle. She knew.

She knew I was saving her from that
evil.

You killed her.

She left things the way they were,
Larry.

Please.

There's no need.

You corrupted her memory.

You intend to profit from her death,
Marie.

I can't let that happen.

No!

You're hurting me!

I loved him away.

No, Roddy, don't. I stayed true to our
men. You have to die to complete the

circle. No. You're all just as bad as
one another.

It's just a wee game to you, isn't it?

Roddy Ferguson, everybody's fool.

Well you don't expect me to do you?