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The daughter of the sea.

Good weather for those who see him.

Dr. Poole? That's right.

I was expecting Superintendent Mepiti.

I'm afraid he was called away to an urgent meeting.

I see.

Claim the souls of those who are not worried, so that they may be reunited

their loved ones, live in peace evermore.

Yes.

It says...

You must see him as quite a role model, Inspector.

Absolutely. Leave me alone.

Leave me alone.

Raven dog, you dwell in tempest by our faithful fathers.

Here in Valhalla, the hall of the chosen, I preside over the Viking gods.

Please,

drop it.

Okay now, let's put the axe down.

Michael. Ray Gordon.

The guard who was attacked?

It was DOE.

And how about Eric Bloodaxe? What?

The other guard, Gary Fisher.

Oh.

Apparently he's been spinal damaged, a collapsed lung, and his skull is badly

fractured. My brother. Where is he? Gary Fisher.

He's my husband.

There's been an accident. I'll catch you later.

I'll get sister. Please wait a minute.

I'm a police officer, Mrs. Fisher.

DS, read me the hill.

I'm afraid I'll need to speak to you later.

Daniel, hurry. Hey, Linda.

Your dad's left his nose behind.

That should make an interesting lecture for a change.

Could you take them with you?

Well, there's a slight problem with that. Daniel, you're always cutting your

factory. I hear too many of them at home.

Good afternoon.

There will now be a short intermission due to my having left my lecture notes

behind.

I know, I know. However, all is not lost. The lovely Linda has been

to fetch them and should be here with them shortly.

Ah, even as we speak.

My guardian angel.

Thanks a lot.

Thanks very much.

All right.

Synthetic organic substances.

I'm telling you, Gary didn't have it enough.

Just because he was a big guy doesn't mean he said... All right, Ellen,

There's a machine down the corridor. Will you get Ulrika some chocolate,

He's right, Sergeant Reed.

What you're saying, I can't believe it.

Was your husband on any medication?

For depression, perhaps?

No.

Of course not.

Was he under any pressure?

Money?

Did he go on OK at work?

It hasn't been easy for us since we came here.

We met in Berlin. Gary was in the army.

He wanted to bring us home, back to Glasgow.

But it wasn't what he expected.

It was a long time before he found that museum job.

He tried so hard to look after us.

So, then what did he dispatch through details of Gary Fisher's military file?

He was a cook.

Hardly rambled, eh? He served in Northern Ireland and the Gulf.

Exemplary record, apparently.

Nothing to suggest any signs of a psychiatric disorder.

Talk to his GP.

You don't turn into a nutter like that for no reason.

Oh, sir.

Superintendent McVitie told me to catch you before you got to your office.

What the... Hello, Mike.

Gunnar, what the hell are you doing here?

I'm making myself at home, just like the biscuit told me to.

Orders are orders.

Here, do you want one?

This is my office.

Yes.

But you could say we're roommates.

Ah, Michael.

Nasty business at the museum.

Are you all right?

Until now, sir.

Yeah.

D .I. Skirra's office has plumbing problems.

It looks like the Niagara Falls fell through it.

Trouble is, Mike, it wasn't just water. Do you know what I mean?

So cheerful chap is going to take us in the end.

And going away the line.

Back anywhere else Danny boy?

No.

Too bad.

You see, you shouldn't bet with other folks, guys.

Especially not on donkeys.

You'll get the money, I promise.

But some folks don't keep their promises.

And that can be very, very painful.

Know what I mean?

Look, take what I've got.

Take it.

Are you taking a piss?

The boss ain't gonna like it, Danny boy.

He ain't gonna like you.

If I were you, I'd be keeping a lookout.

I've just been talking to Ray Gordon's wife.

According to her, he reckoned that Gary Fisher was creepy.

A weirdo.

This doesn't make any sense, Michael.

According to Crispin Fisher, Gary wouldn't hurt a fly.

I've told you.

You'll get your money.

Talked to a couple of the guys from the robbery squad last night.

Seemingly, Gary Fisher's brother has just finished a five -year stretch in

Berlin for robbery.

Why, doesn't that surprise me?

Michael,

what are you doing?

Oh, my new roommate.

It's like sharing an office with an orangutan.

Jackie? Well, hello.

I tell you, Mike, I don't know how you can be so mean.

You really ought to let Jackie do a turn with the rest of us once in a while.

You know?

Well, I'll leave you both to it, Michael.

Bye -bye, Jackie.

Oh, no bad, eh?

Ground rule, Skinner.

With that, this is my office.

I want you to respect that.

Are you sure? You just don't mean hands off Jackie, do you?

I'm not even going to dignify that with a reply.

Morning.

Hi, Linda.

Hi.

Hi, Juliet.

Coffee on?

Coffee's on.

Milk's off.

Gold star or what?

Hey, Linda.

They're here.

Oh, wow.

That's going to be exciting.

Pickets, the Giants and Glasgow tomorrow night.

Get ready for some real men.

Yes.

But are they ready for us?

Very good, W.

There's a few things we have to clear up.

Go on. Ask your questions.

Apparently things weren't going too well for Gary at work.

You say he had a temper, but he didn't get on with the other security people.

Doesn't sound like the Gary you were talking about.

Perhaps he was different at work. People ask sometimes, don't they?

His boss was worried about his state of mind.

There was nothing wrong with Gary.

So he was fine at home?

Nothing had changed? There was no strange behaviour?

Yes.

No.

Look, what is this all about?

I don't think you've been entirely honest with us, Mrs Fisher.

We were told Gary had been obsessed with people watching him all the time.

Even at home.

You must have noticed something.

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

I think you do.

Gary was hallucinating, wasn't he?

Oh, my God.

They dragged me into a photographer's studio in London last week when I was

for the conference, but, um... I don't know.

I wonder if we don't need something a bit more gritty, immediate.

Rubbish, James. They're fine.

Yeah?

You look very distinguished.

Distinguished, eh?

And thickly.

Miss Curtis, are you flirting?

Extraordinary development of the upper pectorals and anterior deltoid.

He was a bodybuilder. Was he using steroids?

I don't think there's any way he could have achieved that degree of muscle

growth without them.

And there's no sign of any...

physiological abnormality which might account for his behaviour.

Just another slice, please.

You said on the telephone that something unusual turned up in the lab? That's

right. There were traces of another drug, not a steroid. So Gary Fisher had

habit? I don't know.

It isn't heroin or cocaine or anything else, they recognise for that matter.

So what is it?

Well, it's not my field. I suggest you speak to Professor James Mitchell of the

University.

The formula for peace, James Mitchell?

The same.

He used to be one of the leading pharmacologists in the country.

That was until he started to save the planet.

A bit full of himself, if you ask me, but he still knows his stuff all right.

OK. Thanks, Jim.

Well, governments have to realise that it's time to stop fighting among

themselves. and to start fighting for the survival of mankind.

That is the burden of my book, The Peace Formula.

That's fine.

Is that okay?

Is that okay?

Professor Mitchell, thank you very much. My pleasure. Thank you.

Professor Mitchell. Uh -huh?

I, uh, I read your last book. Fascinating stuff.

Oh, well, be sure to buy the new one, then. You can count on it.

And Detective Inspector Jardin from Maryhill Police.

Uh, I know you're a busy man, but, uh, I wonder if you could give us a few

moments of your time.

Yes, of course I can.

Well, I'm not surprised to hear that your lab failed to identify this drug.

Well, I don't mean that in a derogatory sense, but the quantity of new drugs

reaching the streets is literally beyond belief.

I dread to think what could be going on in backstreet garages up and down the

country with people whipping up formulae they've accessed on the internet.

Could this be a bodybuilding drug?

Well, bodybuilders use a variety of drugs, and the list is ever -expanding.

Can these drugs affect the way that people behave?

Absolutely. If it's the steroid, then the increase in testosterone could turn

normally placid person into a violent, aggressive one, yeah.

There he is.

He's got someone with him.

I need to see him.

It's the police, Daniel. Are you sure it can't wait?

You all right? What's happened?

Nothing.

Daniel, if you're in some sort of trouble, you know I could... Sort them

could you?

You bet I could.

You are a babe.

I think I'll come back later.

I'll see you, Linda.

I'll have the samples from our lab sent over straight away.

I should warn you, these tests may take a while.

This kind of thing can be a long, drawn -out process of elimination.

I'm sure you'll crack it, sir.

Oh, I'm looking forward to the challenge.

Makes a change from saving the planet, I suppose.

Thanks for your time, sir.

It's been a privilege.

Oh, perhaps you'd like to come to my book launch.

If you're not on duty,

you might find it interesting.

Bring your wife.

Gareth wasn't a drug addict.

He was taking steroids.

He was a bodybuilder. They all take them. You have to if you want to then.

There were traces of something else in his blood, Kristen.

Another drug.

Do you know what it was?

He's dead now.

What does it matter?

It could have been what happened to him.

What changed him.

He did change, didn't he, Kristen?

He hated it here.

It wasn't home anymore.

Dan Allen moved in.

Maybe we would have left.

Gone back to Germany, perhaps.

But not once they were back together.

Is that when Gary started to change?

Oh, I don't know.

But he changed.

He had nightmares.

Terrible nightmares.

He would wake up every night screaming.

Give the dean's office a call.

Dad?

Well, the prodigal son.

Hello, Daniel.

Why were the police here?

Don't worry, they weren't looking for you.

They found traces of something in the body of that museum guard on the news,

they want me to run some tests.

Anyway, I wanted to see you.

I've invited Juliet home for dinner tonight.

Dad. Don't torture yourself.

There's precious little youth there that I take seriously.

So, what if I was asking for your help?

£4 ,000?

Dad, do you have any idea how much cash you've creamed off me in the last year

or so?

What the hell do you do with it, Daniel?

It certainly doesn't go unclothed.

And I pray to God you've more sense than to get mixed up with drugs.

It isn't drugs.

Then what is it?

Dad, I'm in real trouble.

The answer is no.

And from now on, if you want something from me, your attitude is going to have

to undergo nothing short of a revolution.

You don't give a stuff, do you?

Well, I may be a disappointment to you, but I'm still your son.

And you won't let me forget it, will you?

Is that what you want?

To forget about me like you've forgotten about Mum?

It's too bad I'm still vertical and ticking, eh, Dad?

You can't just turn me face down on the bedside table like Mum's photograph when

you've got company, can you?

He's got looks, charm, intelligence, money, and he'll be a Nobel Prize winner

one day, believe me. What about fun?

James is fun!

What's the matter with you?

I don't know.

Maybe things are just getting too serious.

I'm having dinner with him and Daniel tonight.

Well, what's so dreadful about that?

You know, we go home to meet their parents and their kid.

You've met Daniel before.

Yeah.

Come on, Mike.

If we're going to be lumbered together, we might as well try and make the most

of it.

Do you fancy a pint later?

I don't drink.

No. Of course you don't.

I forgot.

Still, maybe you could risk a fizzy orange or something.

Jackie might like to come along.

Sorry.

Please yourself.

Do you get on all right?

You and Jackie?

Well, we've worked together for a long time.

Yeah, but we're about extracurricular.

What are you on about, Skinner?

Yeah.

What is it?

The Skinner Book of Records.

These are all WP2s. No, no. There's a couple of DSs there.

Places and dates.

It's a thought hobby of mine. You are a disgrace, Skinner.

What's your problem? It's only a bit of fun.

Tell you what, Mike.

I know you're not a betting man.

But ten quid says Jackie Reed's my next entry. You're out of order.

Right out of order.

Oh, come on, down off your bloody white charger, Jardine.

Don't tell me you've never been there.

Oh, you haven't?

You'd like to, though, wouldn't you?

Go on.

Don't tell me you've never fancied a turn with her.

What the blue thunder is going on?

This is a police station, not a school playground.

How would a suspension look on your record?

Can you not at least explain yourself?

No, sir. I lost control.

I'm prepared to accept the consequences.

This is not like you, Michael.

What did he say?

It's a private matter, sir.

Well, I have to warn you, Michael, that I should take this further.

But the caseload's too heavy at the minute for it to lose either one of you.

All the same, any more shenanigans, it'll be out of my hands.

Understood, sir.

Oh, er... What about Inspector Skinner?

I've sent him on a trip in the country to cool down.

Ah, Inspector Skinner.

Come for a breath of the country?

What's up, Doc?

Not much to worry you, anyway.

Bizarre, but not very sinister.

Heart attack?

Nah, you're kidding me.

See the blueness round his lips?

Now, my guess is he brought the scarecrow out here, finished putting it

ground, and then his heart packed in.

He made a grab for the scarecrow, slipped, perhaps knocking the head off

did so, and then impaled himself.

Bit of a freak, no doubt.

But that's what the signs suggest.

Have a look for yourself.

Sorry to disappoint.

Big lad, eh?

Can't be more than 25.

It's a bit young for a heart attack, isn't it?

I thought these farmers were fit buggers.

Well, I'd have to concur with you on that point.

What about his eyes?

What about them?

Well, they're yellow, aren't they?

Well spotted.

Could be liver damage.

Seems there's something interesting here after all.

Give us a bell when you sharpen up the baking slicer for a minute.

Okay, Doc.

He's late.

Maybe he's changed his mind.

No, he'll turn up.

I'm afraid.

Tomorrow night, then?

No problem.

It's good doing business for you, partner.

You could have given tonight a mess, Alan.

I've got more reason than ever to be here, Mr Skelly.

Well, if there's anything you need, just give the nods.

Loyalty's a valuable commodity these days. I like to invest in it.

All I want's the bastard that boyed him, Gary.

Come on, Hen. Show

us what you've got.

But you wouldn't have done this.

Have you got problem with that?

Come on.

I'll get somebody asking questions, Alan.

We'll find him.

I reckon I know where I'm going to start looking.

Excuse me, Alan.

So

you

got the money for Danny, boy?

He promised 4K by tomorrow.

And you believe him?

Well, he's done it before.

I'm really sorry.

Hello, Juliet.

Better late than never, I suppose. Come and sit down.

We were keeping it warm.

Don't forget your manners, Dad.

Juliet's your death, isn't she?

Ha, ha, ha.

Let's not push it. Not with Daniel here.

He has to come to terms with it, Juliet.

How difficult he makes it for himself is a matter for him.

Night, James.

And tomorrow.

Where are you going?

I...

Daniel, as fathers go, am I that bad?

I wouldn't know.

It's going to happen, Daniel.

I don't want to hurt him.

And I don't want to think about it.

His name's Nick McEwan. He was a research chemist here at Cross Hunter.

Well, obviously wasn't a mugging.

What have you got for me, Stephen?

Oh, Michael.

Well, a broad -edged implement.

Quite possibly a spade.

The neck muscles to the left have been split and the trachea severed.

Dan nearly took his head off.

But clearly he wasn't killed here.

There was not nearly enough blood around.

The killer brought him here.

I'd say someone was trying to make a point, wouldn't you?

Daniel, wake up.

Wake up, Daniel.

What? What's wrong?

This was in the doormat.

Somebody knows about us.

Someone knows. Just tell me I'm not all right.

OK. I owe someone some money.

They're starting to put the frighteners on.

How much do you owe?

It doesn't matter. I'm sorting it out.

Well, you better, Daniel.

It isn't just you they're frightening.

And if they know about us, they could tell Jane.

They won't.

That's not their style.

Exactly what sort of work do you do here, Mr Brown?

Biochemical research, mostly.

We handle a great deal of work for the MOD, so as you can appreciate, much of

is highly sensitive.

What about Nick McEwan? What kind of work was he involved in? He was security

level one.

His sections are graded in terms of security and biological safety.

Nick was a very bright young man, Inspector. In fact, we sponsored him at

university. But I can't believe his death had anything to do with his work.

What about those lunatics you mentioned?

Extremist animal rights activists, people like that?

Thanks. I'll give you a shout when I'm finished.

Okay.

Welcome to Venice Beach, Glasgow.

Excuse me, I'm looking for Mike Smussell.

Hey, pal, I'm talking to you.

Oh, sorry, miss.

Could I help you?

Yeah. You Mike Smussell?

Yep, I am.

Guy Jardin? Yeah, Freed.

I believe a man called Gary Fisher used to train you. Aye, that's right.

I heard what happened.

He's meant to compete in the Giants of Glasgow tonight.

And then I've stolen it.

Qualified for the Scottish Missiles.

Could have been all the way.

Physique like that.

America, films, the lot.

It's got to be the drugs he was using.

That was Gary's business.

Yeah, well, it's their business now.

Where are you supplying them?

All our supply are the weights and inspiration, Inspector. Like I said,

else, that was up to Gary.

We know he was using steroids.

But there were traces of another drug in his body.

Maybe he knew what it was.

I've told you, I don't supply steroids.

It's the other drug we're interested in. He didn't get it from me.

There are plenty of jokers in this game, but not me.

That's why people come to me.

I know what I'm talking about.

And I'm responsible.

I'm sure you are.

So, maybe you could suggest a few of these jokers that we can call on.

You ever been to Africa, Dan?

No.

I'm going.

One of these days.

Gonna hitch me up on a safari.

See these guys in the wild.

See, it's not the same in here.

Well, not during the day.

But you can get in at night if you can dodge the security.

And that's better.

No screaming kids.

Just you and them.

You can start to communicate.

You know what I mean?

Is there a problem?

We need to check in your bank.

We're partners, aren't we?

We trust each other. Sure.

By the way, we don't have tigers in Africa.

There was £3 ,000 all told, sir. In three different envelopes around the

I'm sorry.

I can see you're busy. Do you mind?

No.

So, how much does a junior research chemist at Cross Hunter earn? Not enough

save three grand, sir.

Not when he's still paying off his student loan.

Excuse me, Mike.

Can I use your desk? I shouldn't be long. Another max.

Help yourself.

So I wonder where McEwan gets £3 ,000 from?

I'd pull a tooth fairy in for a grilling if I were you.

Sorry.

Fraser, see if there's anything of interest in his personnel file at Cross

Hunter. Yeah, fine.

Right, I'll leave you both to it.

Whatever you're up to, Skinner.

Forget it.

I'm just trying to make an effort, that's all.

Donald Freeman?

You're a fintry scarecrow. You're not stealing that, are you?

Yeah, these were the papers from his office.

I thought it was natural causes.

Do I poke my nose into your cases?

No, I don't think so.

And we break away over six furlongs.

That's 100 in final chance.

One fussier here.

McEwan. Yes, I do remember him, I think. Sorry, I have so many students.

But I really don't think anything comes to mind about him that might be useful.

Don't concern yourself, sir.

If anything does come to mind you, let us know.

How are the tests coming along?

Well, as I've already explained to Inspector Jardine here, drug

can be a lengthy process.

It's a matter of elimination and patience, really.

A bit like detective work, I should imagine.

Unfortunately, superintendents aren't renowned for their patience.

Considering the brilliant career he had ahead of him, Nick McKeown didn't make

much of an impression on his professor.

I think James Mitchell's got more on his mind than remembering past students,

Jackie. What? Even one sponsored by a company like Crosshunter?

True.

Listen... You doing anything tonight?

Skinner hasn't asked you to fix up a date, has he?

No.

But you have your pick of any of the men.

Sounds like the best offer I've had all week.

Test result from that drug, James.

Thanks.

Hi, Daniel.

How are you? Fine.

What did the police want this time?

They had news of an old friend of yours.

Bad, I'm afraid.

You found something on her scarecrow, then?

Oh, indeed I did.

Steroids?

He'd rather overindulge them than his heart simply wasn't up to it.

But rather more significantly, there were also traces of what looks like the

same drug we found in Gary Fisher's body.

I must tell Michael about that. It may have a bearing on his investigation.

Don't worry, Doc. I'll let him know about that one.

Hey,

get what you're doing.

No worries.

Strathclyde Force.

Heavyweight boxing champion, three years in the trot.

I've told your colleagues all I know.

Does the Donald Freeman train here?

Sometimes.

Well, I'm afraid he won't be renewing his membership.

Heart attack.

Too many German steroids.

This has nothing to do with me.

Well, what about the other drug that turned up in Gary Fisher?

It turned up in Freeman too.

Now, that's quite a coincidence.

The world's full of them.

Oh, aye?

And both of them are dead.

Looks like the Church of Pain is turning into quite an unhealthy place to train.

I'm off now, James.

A bodybuilding show tonight. Should be a laugh.

You all right?

Yes. Sure.

Yeah, I'm tired, that's all.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Got to go.

Enjoy yourself.

We will.

All those gorgeous men.

Not as gorgeous as you, though.

Do you know which is the more Neanderthal?

They or Skinner?

Do you know what I heard?

What?

That you hit him.

Skinner.

Close them.

Let's find Maxima.

Just remember, you're ripped and you're ready, so don't go hitting too much of

that stuff.

I want your veins standing out, not you falling off the stage.

Inspector, what brings you here?

I took you for a bit of pencil neck myself.

I'm just keeping DS Reid out of trouble.

I hope you both enjoy the show.

Look.

I need to be up front. I've got one of my lads on stage.

One more chance, then I want Danny Boy's balls in a frying pan.

Aye, all right.

Mr. Kelly?

Yeah, you two got tossed out last night.

Want more of the same?

I'm glad you're a good man to work for. Oh, I am.

That's because I've only got good men working for me. From where I'm standing,

you two don't look too impressive.

You reckon?

What the hell are you on?

You liked him.

Aye. Maybe I would.

It was a fascinating conversation, wasn't it?

Who cares?

Can we have number five?

with a taste for overdeveloped pets.

Hi,

dear.

Will we make it to Dr. Mitchell's lab today?

Are we under suspicion or something?

I was wondering what the attraction was.

Are you kidding?

We'll take a look at the necklace he's wearing.

Why would anyone want to get that bang?

Oh, you.

I think we've got something to discuss.

Are we back to your bottle?

I'm Gary Fisher's brother.

Okay, okay.

I'm really sorry about that. Oh, you're sorry?

You're the murdering bastard that killed her. You're in your head, by the way.

Now it's your turn.

He killed Gary, bastard.

Aye, aye.

Is that where Gary got the drugs from?

Max Muscle?

He was pumping him full of shit.

Told him he could be in the movies.

Make it to Hollywood.

Pumped him full of shit, he did.

Shit -ass bullshit.

Do you know what Gary was taking?

What does it matter what he took?

He's dead.

Alan Fisher said you supplied his brother with a drug. Alan Fisher's

someone to blame for Gary's death.

Ask anyone here.

He's been round half the gyms in Glasgow asking questions.

He's right.

Someone supplied Gary with a lethal drug.

I hope you're not looking my way.

Have you not got the message yet?

I've told you and I've told your pal Skinner.

Skinner?

Farmer's death is my case. You're in the church of pain and life.

You're deliberately sabotaging my investigation.

I'm a detective. I'm doing my job.

All you are, Jordan, is a jumped -up regular.

Don't suck up your ass.

What the hell is going on now?

Are you off your head?

I'm telling you, you've got a problem here. We've both got a problem.

No, James, I don't think so.

If your ghost is coming back to haunt you, that's your problem.

And don't expect me to cover for you when the police start asking questions.

You deliberately withheld crucial information.

I was following a line of inquiry on a separate case. Stop it, both of you.

This is a police station and you are police officers.

It's quite clear to me that these cases are joined at the hip.

So why can't we try working together?

Michael... Do we know what drug we're dealing with?

No, sir.

Well, what's the problem?

I thought this Professor James Mitchell was the best in his field.

Or perhaps he's too busy promoting that book of his.

It's a matter of elimination, sir. It takes time.

Max Muscle?

He denies having any knowledge of this drug.

He's lying.

Michael?

Yeah, I'd say so, sir.

Good, an agreement. We're making progress.

So what do you suggest?

A such one?

I'd like to put someone in the inside, find out what's really going on in

Good idea.

I reckon D .S. Reid would look great in a leotard, don't you, sir?

Sergeant Reid is checking out any possible animal extremist connection

McEwan's murder, sir.

Do we have any bodybuilders at Maryhill?

What did I tell you?

Come on, Stuart.

You've got to hate her.

Hate her.

I'm Ellen.

I helped Max out with the newcomers. I reckon you could do some TLC.

He doesn't look as though he needs any.

Mark won last night's chance of Glasgow. He's through to the Scottish Masters

now. Looks as if someone's turned him inside out.

You should have seen Gary Fisher.

Who? He used to train here. Max is starved, but he died.

Max good, but didn't stand a chance against Gary.

He was huge.

Is that why some of them take drugs?

To turn them into monsters?

They want to win.

So what about Gary Fisher?

Yes, he wanted to win.

And win big.

So was he on anything?

What do you think?

Come on, Stuart, what are you after? Championship gold muscles?

I just want to tone up a bit.

Not a lot to work with, is there?

It's a simple proposition.

I'm interested in your merchandise.

But first I want the name of your supplier.

Tell me that, then we can start talking like grown -ups.

How do I know I can trust you?

How does this suit you?

Call it a sign of trust.

I thought I'd better let you know as soon as I had something.

I can't identify this drug by name.

But from my analysis, I believe I have a fairly accurate idea of what it does.

Which is?

It stimulates the release of adrenaline.

Could it be dangerous?

Well, under normal circumstances, the adrenaline rush is just that, a rush

in a matter of seconds. But too much adrenaline over an extended period of

can affect the brain.

Disrupt sleep patterns, that kind of thing.

Can it affect a man's behaviour?

Oh, yes.

The drug's a sympathomimetic.

Which means?

It acts like an amphetamine, so it can ultimately induce psychosis.

So it could drive a person insane?

I hear you made a wee bit of a fool of yourself last night.

Getting pissed and having a go at Max Muscle in front of the police.

Not very bright, was it?

He's my business.

And how I deal with it's my business.

Fair enough.

I just thought you'd like to know I was talking to a couple of fellas last

night.

Max Muscle might be in it up to his oversized neck, but he's not on his own.

Stuart? I was just feeling a bit queasy.

I was looking for somewhere to lie down.

Are you sure you're ready for bodybuilding, Stuart?

Maybe you ought to try something a bit lighter.

Tiddlywinks, perhaps.

You

ought

to be more careful, Danny boy.

A lot more careful.

Now, listen.

If I don't get what you owe by the end of the week, your next fall could be

the top.

A guy could break his neck.

Comprende?

Are you Vander?

That's right.

You were one of the protesters outside Cross Hunters last year, weren't you?

Was I?

D .S. Reid, Maryhill Police.

Come on, Vanda.

You were bound over when you threw a condom filled with chicken blood at Ian

Grant, the M .D.

The what?

There's been a murder, Vanda.

We think it may have something to do with animal activists.

And you thought of the Animal Freedom Front?

Who's dead?

A junior research chemist, Nick McKeown.

Do you know him?

We were at university together.

He's a bad boy.

How do you mean?

Ecstasy.

He was making it until he was found out.

Not that they did anything.

Nick had friends in high places.

Who? His pharmacology professor.

A guy called James Mitchell.

Rumour was he got it all hushed up to keep Daniel out of trouble.

Daniel?

Your son.

Daniel was Nick's best mate.

That's bad news about your partner.

What do you know about Nick?

Just what I read, mate.

You're jumping on a cat in a Korean kitchen, eh?

Well, listen, I've got a deal on the table that could change your life.

Fix this and I promise you, man, your troubles are over. I've never made the

stuff. That was Nick's end, I think.

Well, Dan, that's too bad.

See, cash -wise, this would have cleared your slate.

No.

No, hold on.

Maybe I could work it out.

Dan, Dan, Dan.

That's my man.

Strange how you couldn't remember Nick McEwan better after all the trouble he

must have caused you, sir.

What trouble?

Was there any truth in the rumour that he was making ecstasy, selling it to the

students? No, of course there wasn't.

I'll come flooding back to you now, does it, sir?

Were he and Daniel still friends?

No.

McEwan was a bad influence.

Bright, yes, but wild. You know the thought.

Daniel has nothing to do with him.

Well, had nothing to do with him.

And I'm not sure I see the relevance of your inquiry.

If Nick McEwan was still making drugs, that could be why he was murdered.

How many more times do I have to say it? Nick McEwan did not manufacture drugs!

Good.

Just wanted to make sure.

Going out?

How long have you been there?

Gary was a lucky man.

That's what I've always thought, anyway.

I've told you I don't like you hanging around my bedroom, Ellen.

I don't like you in my home.

Kristen, sorry.

I wasn't... I just thought you'd like to know. I found out where Gary was

getting that drug.

The one that killed him.

Kristen. You made it then. I did.

You lied to me.

You gave Carrie that drug.

You killed her.

Kristen.

Now let's see you lie to the police. Gary knew what he was doing.

Nobody forced him to take the stuff.

He wanted to make something of himself.

All I did was help him.

Help him?

Do you know why he did it? Why he was so desperate to win? He wanted to do it

for you.

He wanted to make you proud of him.

You bastard.

Have

you

got it?

What do you take me for?

Now come on, I'm waiting for someone.

I've been seeing things.

Horrible things.

And we're no sleeping.

I'm having weird dreams.

There's something no right with this stuff.

I'm telling you.

You boys are priceless, you know that?

I can't help it if you're having nightmares.

I mean, you're not exactly reserved for what you put up your noses or into your

veins now, are you?

Anyway, how can you say it's them that's giving you nightmares, eh?

Man, I'm surprised you two can recall reality at all, you know that?

Now do you want that or not?

At least it's a clean kill. How much a barlet that weighs?

An Olympic bar weighs more than 50 pounds, but that's just your standard 20

-pounder.

Thank you, Mr. Universe.

And from the look of him, I'd say he received the initial blow standing.

That means the murderer delivered the blow from shoulder height.

Someone with muscles, then.

This place stinks to more than just a toaster.

Freda, take that.

Yes, sir.

That money's on Alan Fisher.

We know he blamed Max Merkle for his brother's death.

Not very bright, though.

Telling the whole world what he's planned to do the night before he

We're talking brawn here, Jackie.

Not brain.

How's it going, Fraser?

Not much joy, I'm afraid.

Found some steroids, but nothing else.

You know what they use in these supplements, Fraser?

Crushed monkey bollocks.

I'm telling you.

Monkey's balls.

They're all queers anyway, aren't they?

Not like when I used to pump iron.

You mean your... No, I used to do a bit of boxing.

But not like one of these prancing posers.

All posing pouching baby oil.

They reek of it.

Fraser, have you noticed who makes this stuff?

No, sir.

Crosshunter. McEwan's place.

And you want to be a detective when you grow up.

Get your clothes on.

Come back to see me when you've got yourself some style.

So, Inspector, what do you think of the new club?

Very stylish, George.

I do you a deal in membership?

Not my style.

We're looking for Alan Fisher.

He isn't here.

It's just me and Tinkerbell.

You were saying?

I'm getting too old for this.

Why run off?

Hardly the reaction of an innocent man, is it? You know my history.

I got drunk and stupid the other night.

Who else are you going to pin it on?

I'm not going to pin it on anyone.

I just want to know who the killer is.

If you want me to change my mind about you, then why don't you try and help us?

What do you know about the drug that Gary was taking?

We know you've been asking questions.

If you give us some answers, then maybe we might be more inclined to believe

you.

It's called Berzerker.

I know Max Muscle supplied it, but I don't know where it comes from.

Except there's this guy, a cowboy, in an old silver Merc.

Bodybuilding supplements.

Yes, we do develop them.

In fact, Nick McKeown did some work for us in that area. What sort of work?

We selected a number of gymnasia in the city which Nick visited to talk to the

people using our products and to measure the results.

One of them wasn't called the Church of Pain by any chance.

Yes, it was, as it happens.

Is there anything else you haven't told us, Mr. Grant? Some other drug, perhaps,

that makes people do strange things?

I should have said something before.

Oh.

We did have a drug in development a few years ago, but research was shelved.

However, the scientists who led the research took the formula with them when

left. Well, stole it, really, I suppose.

Anyway, he came to see me a couple of days ago.

He said he thought that someone was manufacturing it.

Who was that?

Professor James Mitchell.

That is why I believe this book to be so important.

It is a cry from the heart for mankind to save itself before it's too late.

Thank you very much.

Professor Mitchell.

Can I have a word in private, please?

No.

Dan. Missed you last night.

Who did you get in here?

Just walked in through the door.

Guess he must think I look like the student type, eh?

I know I messed up last night.

Believe me, I've got it sorted now.

Well, I hope so, Dan.

Because this guy isn't going to wait forever.

And let me tell you something.

If this screws up, neither of us is going to be jumping rainbows.

Jules. Daniel.

What's going on?

Don't mind me, babe.

I'm out here anyway.

I'll be hearing from you then, Dan.

Who was that?

Nobody. I thought you'd gone to the book lodge.

I did. I made up an excuse to come back. I said I'd forgotten something.

Look, Daniel, we've got to talk. Not now, Jules. I've got to go. But it's

important, Daniel. Later, Jules. I'll see you at your place around five, OK?

Hello?

I don't usually give people second chances, Carrick.

But I'm willing to make an exception with you.

Just once.

I was developing it for medical use.

Then I discovered that Crosshunter had approached the military.

What for?

Frontline troops.

It was every general's dream.

An unstoppable army that fought longer and harder and ignored pain.

I refused to be any part of it.

Crosshunter went on with the work for a while, trying to come up with a strain

of the drug without side effects.

Long -term use led to hallucinations and psychosis, you see. There was no

guarantee that our troops wouldn't turn on each other.

Eventually, the project was shelved.

But you took the formula with you.

I hoped that one day I'd develop the drug that I'd envisaged to help people,

to kill them.

So you knew exactly what this drug was all along.

You knew it was berserker.

I tried to help you.

But I was frightened, I suppose.

If it all came out that... I developed a drug like this.

What would it do to the formula for peace movement, to my reputation?

Your reputation?

I thought you were meant to help people, not kill them.

Do you realise what keeping quiet has done? James?

What's going on?

It's all right, Linda.

Linda.

Are you sure you're OK?

Did McEwan steal the formula from you, Professor Mitchell?

No. That would have been quite impossible.

It's on my computer at the lab.

Nobody can access it without the password. Only I know it.

None of your staff?

No.

What about your son, Daniel? No.

Daniel's got nothing to do with this.

McEwan and him were friends.

This is your drug.

Doesn't that feel a little too close to home?

I told you, nobody knows the password except me.

No, Daniel, this is important.

Okay, I'm listening.

Who is that man in the lab?

You want to talk about him?

Is he something to do with the cards you've been getting?

Keep out of it, Jules.

Please.

You're in trouble, aren't you?

Why don't you just tell the police?

Leave it, Juliet.

Well, if you don't call the police, I'll do it for you.

Don't you ever, ever even think about calling the police.

Just stay the hell out of it, all right?

I didn't kill Max Mussel, you know. All right, Alan, you're with friends now.

I don't blame you.

Mussel got what was coming to him.

Like I told you. Sure, whatever you say.

But if you want to finish the job, the guy that sold the stuff to Mussel,

The guy with the Mercedes.

I can tell you where to find him.

His name's Carrick.

Police! Get your ass in here!

How could you? I don't need a lecture, Linda. I know I've screwed up.

Do you love him?

Daniel is in trouble.

He's in danger. I know he is.

But he won't let me go to the police.

He doesn't want the police involved.

Then like it or not, George, you can bet he's got a good reason.

Vinnie. And rice.

I've come across them before.

They're a couple of smackhead losers.

They spend most of their time when they're lucid working out who they're

to rob to pay for their next hit.

They've tried everything that's going.

Berserker?

It looks like it.

Hi, lads. D .I. Jarden.

Need a bit of information.

Think you can help me?

Piss off.

Well, I heard what you got up to at that petrol station.

Right couple of supermen, eh?

We'll be out of here as soon as your back's turned.

I'm not going to waste my time.

Where did you get it, Berserker?

Forget it.

Why don't you tell me about the nightmares?

You know the ones that leave you too frightened to go to sleep?

And what about when you're awake?

You're seeing things, aren't you?

It's the drug that's doing that to you.

He said it wasn't the drugs.

So get out of here. Who said?

Cowboy?

He said there weren't any side effects.

Bloody shut up!

What's his name?

Carrick. And where would I find it?

And miss you.

Tell me it's not our man.

Sorry, sir.

We found Carrick's silver Mercedes parked outside the zoo.

There was a briefcase in the boot containing drugs.

Any berserker?

No. Everything else, though.

What's he doing here?

Aren't you coming in, Mike?

It's OK.

Pussycat's gone for a wee nap.

Hello there, Michael.

Even if I turn up for the book, eh?

Death in the lion's den.

Did I ever tell you my grandfather was an engineer on the East African

Apparently, construction work was held up on the Ugandan railway for weeks by

two man -eating lions who kept dragging the working out of the tents night after

night.

I never expected to come across a case in Glasgow, but...

Well, it makes a change from gunshot wounds and throttlings, I suppose.

Surprised there's anything left? Well, in the wild, lions can eat up to 40

and then go a week before the next kill.

But these two are probably well fed, so our friend here was just something of a

midnight snack, so to speak.

Tell me, was he dead before the animals caught him?

Oh, I can't tell you that before I get him on the slab.

But there was a blow to the head.

I'd say he was struck.

Stunned, probably, and then thrown in here.

Well, at least we can take Carrick off the suspect list.

It would have been nice if we could have spoken to him first.

Oh, what about security?

It's a private zoo, sir.

Security's not that tight.

They reckon they probably got in after the place was locked up.

They're checking the security tapes.

Well, what are you doing here, then?

Hello? Police closed Glasgow's privately owned Valley Animal Park today after

the discovery of a man's body, apparently mauled to death by a lion.

It appears that the dead man had entered the zoo late last night.

This was 20 to midnight last night, sir.

Yes. Thank you, Fraser. Alan Fisher.

What's happened?

I've got to get out of here.

Alan, are you in trouble?

What does it look like?

Stole them.

What? I'll give me a chance, will you?

That's all I'm asking.

For Gary.

Alan Fisher!

Come on, open up!

What's going on?

Well, you take your time.

But you're out of hands with the doll naked, Inspector.

We're looking for Alan.

Fisher! Here.

What do you want him for?

things hard for me.

I didn't kill him.

Come on, Fisher.

We know you wanted to get even for what happened to your brother.

Nick McEwen, Max Muscle, Carrick.

You wanted them all, didn't you?

I had nothing to do with what happened to them.

Yeah, all right, I went looking for Carrick.

but I couldn't find any sign of him.

Then when I heard it on the news this morning, I knew you'd come looking for

How did you know to look for him at the zoo?

Someone told me.

Who?

That's my business.

Shouldn't you be doing the interview of the Herald, James?

Good God. And don't forget the faculty meeting at four.

Is that not tomorrow?

No, today.

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Julia, my notes for that meeting have been at home. Would you mind?

Of course.

Don't do that, will you?

Nobody doesn't add up, though.

All three murders were linked to Berserker.

And all three would have required a degree of strength.

But Nick McEwan's body was moved from the scene of crime.

Why?

Because the scene of crime was near the killer's home.

And if Nick McEwan was murdered when he was making Berserker, a dead body would

get in the way if someone wanted to carry on making it.

I think we need to have a wee word with Daniel Mitchell, Jackie.

No, Michael. I want Jackie and Peter to look for this laboratory.

It may be the key to the whole business.

Yeah, but... Yes, sir.

Jules.

You made me jump.

What are you doing?

James sent me over. He forgot these.

Right.

I'd better get them to him.

Jules. What?

Yesterday, I got mad. I'm sorry I shouldn't have.

There's nothing to worry about.

Are you sure?

Daniel, your father has asked me to marry him. He's what? Sorry, Daniel, but

of this was you and me.

It's been a terrible mistake.

I love your father.

I always have. She always, she can't. I've got to go.

Have you

worked

out what you're going to do about James and Daniel?

I don't want to talk about it.

You can't just leave it, Jules.

Jules.

Juliet?

Juliet? What's wrong?

What is it?

Tell me.

It's Daniel.

He's in trouble.

Serious trouble.

What sort of trouble?

He won't talk to the police.

You've got to help him.

He's very frightened.

He's being threatened.

Something to do with drugs.

Drugs?

Why did Daniel tell you all that?

He didn't.

I worked it out.

Worked it out?

But I thought that you and Daniel never... I've been seeing him.

I'm sorry.

Since when?

Does it matter? It matters to me. When you were away.

The conference in London.

Right.

And have you...

You feel, Daniel?

I get sick in the jacuzzi.

I've told you, Dad's not going to be back for ages.

He'll be in the lab.

You're a chemist yourself, aren't you?

Like father, like son.

Like Nick McKeown, too.

You know, I think your friend Nick was killed because he was making a drug

called Berserk.

A drug that your father developed for the army when he was at Crowthunter

Research.

Tell me, did your father ever talk to you about his work there?

Dad and me, we're not all that big on conversation.

Well, someone talked to Nick McKeown about it, and, well, somehow I

don't see it being your father.

So?

Look, Daniel, this just isn't about drugs.

Three people have been murdered because of this berserker.

Nick McEwan, a gym owner on the east side called Max Muscle, and a

pusher called Carrick, who turned up in the zoo with cat food last night.

A drug dealer?

I'd have thought you'd have been glad to get rid of him.

Do you know what I think?

I think you were in business with Nick McEwan.

You were making berserker, weren't you? No.

And before you ask, I didn't kill him either.

Well, I hope you're telling the truth.

Because see if you have anything to do with this drug, you could be next in the

mortuary.

Are you sure?

No one but Daniel could have known the password.

He's accessed the file twice. The last time was yesterday when we were all at

the book launch.

That's obviously why I refused to go.

Have either of you two seen the idiot in here?

No.

I did yesterday.

People are dying because of this drug, and I'm responsible.

Of course you're not.

What are you going to do?

Tell the police, I suppose.

Do you want us to stay?

No.

Turn out the light as you go.

How's it going, Jackie?

Checked every lock -up known to man in Glasgow.

We'll start new estate agents tomorrow.

Estate agents?

There must be some empty premises that have been on the market for years.

I'm going to think some of them may have been forgotten about.

So where is he?

Thirsty work, Michael.

I suppose he asked you along.

Yes, I did.

Just be careful, Newarkie.

What do you mean by that?

Sir, it's Professor Mitchell.

I'll take it in office.

So you do think it is the same killer?

Well, there's nothing scientific, of course, but gut feeling?

Yes, I'd say so.

That's Alan Fisher off the hook.

He was in custody.

So where does that leave us?

Three people had access to the lab and the office.

Juliet Curtis, Linda Meadows and Daniel.

Only one of them might have had motive for murder, though, and that's Daniel.

Kill his own father?

No.

It's not unknown.

And Mitchell wanted to tell us something.

Maybe he found out that Daniel and Nick McCune were making berserker together.

Why did you turn the light off if the professor was still there?

He was in the office, not the lab.

It's called energy conservation.

And was there anyone else about when you left?

That's university. There's always people around.

But no one suspicious.

I suppose that's what you mean.

James asked me to marry him.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Daniel, Professor Mitchell Thun?

He must have been a regular visitor to the lab, I suppose.

Oh, not really.

He avoided the lab as much as he could.

It's difficult.

Why?

You'll find out eventually, so... Daniel and I... We

slept together.

Only a couple of times.

See? But that had nothing to do with what happened.

Really?

No.

Look.

Daniel liked to bet.

He owed money and...

Someone was getting heavy with him, sending him threatening cards, things

that.

Well, I thought James should know.

That's what I meant to say, but... somehow everything came out about Daniel

me.

How did Professor Mitchell react?

How do you think?

Did Daniel and James see each other after this?

No.

James didn't leave the lab.

And you haven't seen Daniel since?

No.

I already told Daniel it was finished.

You can't think...

Jackie, I thought you jilted me.

Any luck?

What do you think?

Come on.

I'm sick to the back teeth of this.

Make a thirsty man happy, eh, Jackie?

Well, that... That's an order from your superior officer.

I didn't say anything to the police.

Neither did Linda.

We agreed.

I wonder.

James knew you'd gotten into his files.

He told us last night.

I didn't know what else to do, Jules. I was desperate.

I suppose you think it's my fault he's dead.

I loved your father.

You knew that.

You still talked me into bed with you.

You didn't care.

Stole this drug.

You didn't know what it could do.

That it could hurt people.

But you didn't care.

Not as long as it got you out of trouble.

You don't give a talk about anyone but yourself.

You really did love him, didn't you?

So the research has recently seen that Daniel and his father... That's quite a

formula. Puts a different motive into the equation.

Jealousy.

Are you not saying that these killings are to do with Daniel Bonk and his

father's girlfriend?

No. But perhaps the motivation for what's been happening isn't as direct as

something like revenge?

That's an interesting thought.

Lateral.

It's the kind of thinking that would turn a sergeant into an inspector one

Can it?

You've got the makings of a very good DI, Jackie.

And a very attractive one, too.

Don't knock it.

They reckon it's a man's world, but in my book that gives a woman a lot of

advantages.

Really?

What are they?

Oh, come on, Jackie.

I'm sure Mike knows all about your advantages.

He fancies you, you know that, don't you?

And he's not the only one, either.

I wouldn't try that again if I were you.

How you doing, Daniel?

Kelly's the name.

We've been doing business for a while, you and me.

I'm sorry, I don't know you.

Does the name Ferguson ring any bells?

Oh, God. Don't excite yourself.

I want to do a deal.

What sort of deal?

Shame what happened to Carrick.

We had big plans, him and me.

How did you know of it? Just give me the Berserker formula and consider your

debt paid.

No way. I'm not getting near that stuff.

You've no choice, Danny boy.

Can't you wait until things have calmed down a bit?

You've got till three tomorrow.

I'll be at the midnight club.

I can't. I haven't got it. Then you'd better get it.

Otherwise, next time that pretty girlfriend of yours is putting her face

she'll need a surgeon to gear her on with.

You wanted, Kelly, a piece of your action. Listen, if you still want to get

for your brother, there's one left.

Daniel Mitchell, the professor's son.

He's the one you want.

It's his drug.

Well done, Jackie.

Feast up.

What'll the forensics come up with?

More prints in the picture shop, boss.

It looks like this is the place where McEwan was murdered, sir.

There's no prints on the murder weapon.

But if Daniel Mitchell's prints are among McEwan's on the lab here, then

something explaining to do.

Morning.

Daniel, there was everything you need to make berserker, even the formula.

We found your fingerprints and traces of Nick McEwan's blood and tissue.

I didn't kill Nick.

I didn't kill anybody. Why would I?

You owed money to a lot of nasty characters, Daniel.

Liz Berderker looked like a right money spinner.

But in the end, your cut wasn't enough.

You wanted my cuins as well.

And there was no point in having a middleman absorbing all the profits, so

Carrick ended up dead too.

And I killed my own father.

Why not?

You were already sleeping with his girlfriend.

Faith it, Daniel.

You're in deep trouble.

The sooner you start to cooperate, the better.

There is nothing that says I killed anyone.

I'm out of here.

Sit down.

I am not a killer.

Juliet will tell you.

What are you saying?

Daniel killed James?

What for? His inheritance?

That's madness.

It's more likely that James had discovered what Daniel was up to.

Is that right, Juliet?

He found...

Something on the computer.

He knew it had to be Daniel.

Only Daniel could have worked out the password.

So after you and Linda went home, Daniel could have turned up later? I don't

know.

Someone did, didn't they?

Looks like Daniel had himself a wee system of playing the GGs.

Didn't do him much good, did it?

I've seen better systems scratched than a larvae wall.

He was a loser from the start.

Oh. Idiot.

These will be the cards he was getting from Skelly.

Skelly?

Come off it.

Skelly wouldn't send you a card with teddy bears on it.

He'd send you a box with some poor bastard's ear inside.

I know it was wrong.

Daniel and me.

It really did happen.

That's what it's like with Daniel, though, isn't it?

We got together once, you know.

You and Daniel?

Last Christmas.

You never said.

Why should he? It's between us and nobody else.

He came back to my place, spent most of Christmas there.

Oh.

I'm surprised he never told me.

Daniel knows how to keep a secret.

He doesn't deserve any of this. I know.

I know, and I...

I never should have told the police.

What do you mean?

I told them, Linda.

Well, he was in trouble.

I wanted to help.

I was talking to Mountain.

Yes. Yes. You didn't mean to get him into more trouble.

I can't.

I can't.

Any success?

We know James Mitchell was on to Daniel, sir, so we've got a concrete motive for

his murder.

And the others?

Who else would have known where to find McEwan?

What about Mac's muscle and carrot?

That's what's bothering me, sir.

Doing away with your market and your middleman when Ferguson and Skelly were

still leaning on you for the cash. It doesn't make sense.

Unless someone else would have taken matters into their own hands.

Go on.

James Mitchell was murdered because he knew about Daniel.

Maybe that's why the others were killed.

To cover Daniel's tracks.

You mean someone who knew we were closing in on Daniel and was trying to

him? Well, someone who was close to Daniel to know what he was doing.

The guardian angel. No one was murdered until after we took that sample of

Bergerka to James Mitchell for analogy.

Juliet Curtis was having an affair with Daniel.

I thought we were looking for a strong man.

She could have had an accomplice.

Alan Fisher.

Someone told them where to find Carrick.

She was there when James found out what Daniel was up to.

The reason why she couldn't have killed him herself.

I haven't delivered. You've got to get round there. All right, just calm down.

How did George Skelly get involved in all this?

Carrick was selling the stuff to gyms round Glasgow.

The night he was killed, I was supposed to ring him and arrange a delivery, but

he never answered his mobile.

I tried him again the next day.

Then I heard about the body at the zoo.

Carrick had said something about a big deal.

That must have been with Skelly.

And then when Skelly showed up, it sounded like he'd done away with Carrick

the others. I mean, you don't mess around with a guy like that. What the

was I supposed to do?

You could have told us for a start.

For God's sake, aren't you going to do something?

He's going to hurt Juliet!

Fraser, get a patrol car that Juliet covers his flat on the double.

I'm looking for Danny Mitchell.

You've got to find her. He'll kill her.

I don't think so, Daniel.

Skelly wants what you've got too much for that.

We've got officers looking for him, but we need your help.

Phone tap's working.

OK, Daniel.

If Skelly does ring, you do whatever he wants.

We'll be listening.

So I just sit here?

There's nothing else you can do.

Abracadabra. I never thought I'd be pleased to see a policeman.

Thank goodness the trip didn't work.

Daniel, I've got a message for you.

Inspector Skinner's just found George Skelly in the Midnight Club, trussed up

and gagged in the magician's box.

What?

Skelly told Alan Fisher about Daniel.

Seems he didn't want to wind up with another kind of arse. So we're looking

Alan Fisher again.

The lab has some interesting news in these cards, sir.

There's no sign of Ferguson's or Skelly's fingerprints on any of them.

Daniel said... The prints belonged to Professor Mitchell's lab assistant,

Meadows. The police said I shouldn't do anything. Daniel, he said we had to go

alone.

This is Juliet's life we're talking about.

Are you coming or not?

Let's find an easier way in.

Shouldn't we get a warrant, Michael?

Yeah, I suppose we should.

Linda Meadows!

Linda Meadows, open up, it's the police!

Michael!

Not just a spectator, then?

Did these look familiar?

Was there anything?

This is madness.

Didn't you ever have a crush, Michael?

Not like this I didn't.

She must have known every movie made.

Seen everything.

It's a bit early, isn't it?

That takes you back, doesn't it, Daniel?

A great party, eh?

You and me.

Linda, I really don't want to... I know.

I know, I know.

You're worried about Jules.

Better not have touched her.

Jordan from Fraser.

Go ahead.

I'm following Daniel Mitchell.

He's with Linda Meadows.

I think they're heading for the Church of Pain.

OK, we'll see you there.

What about the police?

Take the place apart where Max Mussel was killed.

It's the last place we'd look for Juliet.

Juliet.

It's all right.

Don't worry.

Where's Skelly?

What's going on?

I wanted to show you how much I love you.

And I always knew you loved me.

You couldn't have been clearer about it on that Christmas night.

Did you like the car?

This is madness.

Let Juliet go, then we can talk about it.

Yes, the name is Juliet.

You know, that night when I saw you together, you were throwing away

we had.

I had to find some way to prove to you how much I love you.

How I would do anything for you.

Anything at all.

What do you mean?

I knew you'd be in trouble unless I helped you.

You killed him.

You killed my father.

Daniel, I loved him too.

He was a great, great man.

But he was going to tell the police.

Oh, my God.

I mean, she opened her mouth.

You know, I always knew she was poison.

That's why I had to get her out the way.

I wish I'd had anything else to hurt you.

To hurt her.

Let her go, and it'll just be you and me.

There's too late for that, Daniel.

They're still in there, sir.

Go on.

What's this?

It's a sacrament, Daniel.

Berserker.

Enough to break both our hearts.

We'll drink it together, and then no one can come between us.

Linda Meadows, you're under arrest.

I hate it.

I love them both, you know.

In different ways.

I'm sure you did.

Can I go with him?

Sorry.

How could you do all this?

Love is a drug, Michael.

Makes you do funny things.

Moving out?

All good things come to an end, Michael.

But, uh... You want to pop by for a coffee or some advice?

Any time.

Oh, and, uh... Why don't you try and tidy this place up? It's a bit of a

isn't it?

Bye -bye.

Are you feeling lonely already, Michael?

That's not life.

It cannot.

Of course it is.

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