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Here, laddie.

Back for a second helping?

Well, you could do it without your squad.

Want your money?

We'll call it cash in advance for you in the future.

You get anything in the new?

You've got any more cash?

Is this your whack?

It's enough, isn't it?

We'll call this one a deposit, just in case you try to rip me off again.

I can't do that.

Watch me.

Stand by.

What do you

want?

There's nothing left to steal.

I'm only putting something in my room.

I thought you didn't live here anymore.

You guys packed me up?

No, just...

He was Paddy Lapsley, 18 years old.

He had a history of minor offences.

He indeed recently graduated to drug dealing.

Who found him? A courting couple.

Whatever happened to walking along the riverbank, or hand in hand?

What did you get from them?

He was desperate to get back home to his wife.

Get their addresses and send them home.

Do you think he was living in here?

The building's empty.

It's riddled with damp. They've been planning to pull it down for years.

I should pull the whole damn scheme down and be done with her.

Through this holy anointing, may the Lord forgive you whatever sins you have

committed.

In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.

Come on, guys. There's nothing more to see here. Come on. Off you go.

Okay. We'll take over from you. I can manage.

Come on, guys. It's my job, though.

Yeah.

They'll pay attention to me.

I hope you're not going to sweep this under the carpet.

We'll investigate the case thoroughly.

It has all the hallmarks of a drug overdose.

Oh, no.

He never took drugs.

Somebody killed him.

You're going to have to face some facts, Cindy.

I know he was selling it, but he promised me he wasn't a user.

All the kids in the scheme are on it.

Oh, even your Veronica?

She's not the type.

Well, neither was Paddy.

Aye, so we're going to need all this shit.

Aye, I'm on her.

I'm looking for Veronica.

Well, what's she been up to?

Family matter.

We used to be family.

Oh, aye.

What happened to you, then?

I lost the key.

Ah, well, if you run with Rat, as your mammy used to think.

Any message?

For Veronica?

Aye, I've got some bad news for her.

What about Paddy Lapsley doing away with himself?

The police are calling it murder.

Aye, I hear Jardine's been sniffing about it.

Aye.

Maybe I can solve this for you.

I can cope.

Someone's done the best to make it look like an overdose.

But this young lad was not an habitual drug user.

How do you make that out?

Well, there isn't a single track mark on his body, for one thing.

And look here.

This bruising at the top of both arms is consistent with having been held down.

Are you saying the syringe was forced into him against his will? Not only

To judge by the way the heroin appears to have entered the system.

I'd say the tourniquet was applied after the drugs were injected.

So you're saying this is murder?

Do we have a time of death?

Between 10 and 11 last night.

And how long before that was the fatal injection given?

Oh, not long.

The dosage was so high it would have taken hold in seconds.

His body would have gone into convulsion in minutes.

The actual cause of death was choking on his own vomit.

OK, Stockworth.

See what you can find inside.

I want the rest of you in door to door.

I'll organise an incident van, sir. No.

It's not worth the fuss.

Anyway, I'm not going to be up here that long.

Well, this is as good a place as any to start.

It's amazing what women all talk about when there's a queue and a fit of kelp.

And men only discuss nuclear physics, I suppose.

Right, now give one to your wee sister, OK?

See you later.

Can I help you?

Ah, where, um... The polling?

That always, are we?

Put it this way, you don't look like you're in here for a quarter of spam.

Right, well, you know what we want to ask you about, then.

Well, I've never seen anything.

We like to keep ourselves to ourselves round here.

Oh, well, this is a turn -up.

You people investigating a crime up here.

And you are?

John Kinsella.

I take it you're asking about this murder?

Yeah, have you seen anything unusual going on?

Aye, well, the unusual thing is it's been a wee quiet round here the last

of weeks.

You haven't seen anything, have you, Veronica?

Like I said, no.

Eh, we'll ask the questions if you don't mind, Mr Kinsella.

Aye, right.

Sorry. I don't really work here. You know, just help out when I'm needed.

Right.

Veronica's at the college.

Hey, Paolo.

Come and stay.

This is Scotland, mate.

Eh, Jackie, I'll deal with this, and I'll catch you later at the car, OK?

What do you reckon of Fiorentina this season, then?

I wouldn't know. I'm a Celtic fan.

All right.

So, eh, how's your dad keeping? He's working.

Any badges?

Badges. When the fabric ain't come up, they always give badges. No,

sorry.

What have you got?

Look. I haven't got anything.

You never had to pee, huh?

You're going to tell me to pee?

Ciao,

Luca.

What are you doing here?

Don't be very pleased to see me, Luca.

I wouldn't tell him anything separate than the people up here from each

elections. Oh, come on, man. There can't be many people on this scheme go a year

without a conversation with the police.

Your boss is not always involved.

Jarvis?

Why, would you make a difference?

You least said truth, man.

Listen, Luke, I'm making inquiries into the murder of a boy we found a close

near here.

Something to do with the fight?

No fight.

Have the right outside the shop.

One or the other money.

That's right.

Wait a minute.

Why didn't you call the police?

Did you recognize anyone involved in the fight?

Yes, I recognized.

Don't tell me their names, Luca.

Lapsley and Boyle. Everyone knows them.

Study Lapsley, John Boyle.

Lapsley chased Boyle with his sword.

Go on.

What brings you up here?

Nothing happening in the Merchant's City, then?

I'm investigating a murder.

Why are you bothering me, scum that lapsed me?

Where are you when our wains are dying?

Isn't he somebody's son?

Listen, hen, you're not going to get too far looking for his killer up here.

There's nobody in this scheme sorry to see the back of him.

If we knew who did it, we'd all chip in for a reward.

Hanging's too good for the likes of him.

As long as they're around, they'd try to beat the damage to the drug's dread,

eh?

Right, Sean.

There's nothing there for a hundred tenner bags.

You can bag it up any way you like, but I want 800 quid. What? You can

shortchange your customers, or do discounts for your junkie pals, or stick

profits in your arm, I don't care.

Just don't try shortchanging me, or I'll send you to play with jigsaw here.

How am I making a profit with two tenner bags?

Well, actually, didn't he complain?

I'm not Paddy Lapsley. Sean, it's up to you. I've got a whole housing scheme

queuing up for that patch. You take it or leave it.

Legal exit.

£10 a minute, OK?

What have you got for me, Robbie?

Lapsley had a pretty public tete -a -tete with another Ned a couple of

before he went to meet his maker.

He chased the other guy, Sean Boyle, down the street this hot.

So what do we know about this Sean Boyle?

Think I know his father, Ackie Boyle.

A post office robber?

Ackie's been jangled with a drink that much these days. He'd be hard pushed to

prize open a piggy bank.

What have you dug up for us, Stuart?

The natives aren't exactly what you'd call friendly.

Please, Jackie, tell me some good news.

People in that scheme only know two phrases and they're both ending off.

So, you've all been out there the entire day and come up with precisely nothing.

Robbie got a name?

The name of a person who doesn't see eye to eye with a drug dealer. Brilliant.

There is someone else who might know what happened.

Who's that?

Father McGowan, parish priest.

You know, for some reason, I'm not hearing the word open and shut.

Scumbag.

What was that?

Your elite shoe.

Living half other folks' misery.

Rosie, you like to do?

Is that what's wrong with you?

Is that your best shot?

Go.

Come back!

Get a boy!

You keep your nose out of my business.

Are you all right?

I can manage.

We've managed long enough up here without help for the likes of yous.

I never saw you up here when my daughter died.

Nah, but scum that Lapsley gets, she's all worked up.

I'll deal with this, Robbie.

Least it go to my half the street.

That's the mayor that can be said for the polis.

I've heard all you have to do to get half a shoplift in charge these days is

slip the polis a joint in a line of coke.

These are all useless.

Come on, miss. It's Miss Rosie Lewis.

I can imagine how it must feel to lose a child.

Many ways you go.

Well, that's besides the point. Nein.

I might again.

Look, I've lost people.

Burying your granny doesn't count.

You don't know what it feels like to lose a child.

Losing a child doesn't give you a monopoly on grief.

You ought to take a long, hard look at yourself, hen.

Your career women are all the same.

Spend that much time mixing with men, you start acting like one.

I'm not up here doing a popularity vote, but I tell you something.

I'm going to solve this crime, and you can spread that around.

All right, folks.

We're looking for a guy called Sean Boyle.

Oh.

Come on, are you sure?

Aki.

They need to find Sean, Aki. It's important.

There's not many homes to go to.

I'm not going to tell you again.

Any idea where Aki is?

What's she wanted for?

Oh, Aki and I used to work together. I was just passing. I thought I'd drop in

for a chat.

Funny. I can have a men's. We're going to Poland.

Was that the one over there?

Yes, sir. It's inside.

Should have been. Cleared.

Luke, just give me a torch, will you?

How the hell did we miss a second body?

Because it was buried under the floorboards.

We had no reason to look for it.

What about all these local contacts of yours, Robbie, eh?

What have they given you?

Well, nothing you want to hear just now.

Yeah, you see, that's the danger of turning over stones in a place like

You never know what's going to crawl out.

Amen.

Telling you man, flogging a stuff will take a sweet as half, won't it?

What do you want?

I've got some bad news for you, Ikey.

About Sean.

Have a run about him's bad news.

I do, period.

I'm sorry about... He's dead.

Yeah. Is that it?

I can go?

You all right, Aki?

I'm fine.

It's okay to shed a tear, you know.

We need tears for that.

He was your son.

No, so you'd notice.

I lost him years ago when he started in that stuff.

I've got a son myself.

Oh, well, good luck.

Come on.

I'll give you a lift.

Listen, Aki, you must know something that's going to help us find Sean's

Aki,

come here a minute.

Look, you'll not get any cooperation around here without boss of yours

his nose in.

Jordan? He's put on weight, he's lost the uniform, but he's still got his

good looks.

And people around here have got very good memories.

What are you talking about, Aki?

Look, let's just say he's got the reputation of the poet that thinks that

talks. And he only speaks to them that talk the loudest.

If you know what I mean.

This has to be one of the most drug -ravaged bodies it's ever been my

to examine.

There are intravenous injection marks all over the place.

Arms, legs, ankles, penis.

Well, they run out of veins, you see. They have to tap into unmined seams, so

speak. Is it the same MO as the Lapsley case?

Well, there was a syringe involved, but it bears little resemblance to the

murder of the other boy.

In what way?

Well, the Lapsley boy was definitely murdered by two or more people.

But in this case, the fatal injection was administered by somebody acting

Then there's the small fact that it wasn't heroin that killed him.

No. No, it was a lethal dose of some strychnine -like poison.

Any sign of a struggle?

None.

Did you get a chance to look at the body we found under the float boat?

Ah, now that presents an altogether more challenging prospect.

As I see it, we have three murders.

But Lapsley and Boyle are definitely linked, so it's two investigations.

Now, Dr Andrews has managed to get a fingerprint off the body under the

floorboards. The victim's name is Angus McNichol, known in the scheme as Tukta.

Family?

There's a bit of a down and out.

Oh, great.

That'll be fun.

Contacting an investigator amongst our vagrant friends.

What about Lapsley and Boyle?

Apparently they're plenty of enemies. They're wholesalers. They're customers.

Vigilantes.

Vigilantes?

I've seen people in that scheme show they can have contempt for drug dealers,

but it could easily lead them to murder.

Rosie Lewis?

I remember that name.

She was in the papers a lot when her daughter died.

When was this?

A couple of months ago.

The Evening Times was promoting her crusade against drug dealers.

Who's bringing the drugs into the scheme?

The drug squad's looking at a guy called Robert Kinsella.

The math has to steer clear.

They want to play him to get to the bigger fish.

Don't let the drug squad get between you and a suspect.

This is a murder inquiry.

A suspect?

We've got nothing that makes him a suspect.

All I'm saying is don't take your eye off the ball.

He's going to the airport, right?

OK.

nothing of all that he has given, and I should raise it up on the last day.

O God, by whose mercy the faithful departed find rest, bless this grave,

your holy angels watch over it.

As we bury the body of our brother, deliver his soul from every bond of sin,

that he may rejoice with you in heaven with all your saints forever.

We ask this through Christ our Lord.

Ensure in certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life through our

Jesus Christ.

We commend to Almighty God our brother Patrick.

And we commit his body to the ground.

Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

May the Lord bless him and keep him.

May the Lord make his faith shine upon him and be gracious to him.

May the Lord lift up his countenance upon him and give him peace.

Almighty God.

Well... I may not get to heaven, but... Please, the boy, speak to paradise.

Aye.

Paradise for you, maybe.

Listen,

Rob, doesn't need to hear this, you know.

That boy was the last good thing in my life, John.

Where did I go wrong?

There's more than one way to lose somebody, Sadie.

I will pray to God your Veronica manages to stay after this stuff.

She's well out of it just now.

And there's all this lot to be paid for.

I told them to send the bill to me.

Oh, John, you shouldn't have.

We go back a long way.

If only we knew then what we know now.

Look, thanks for everything.

Are you going to be all right going into an empty house?

To tell the truth, I'd like a bit of time on my own.

Well, you know what?

It has been six weeks since my last infection.

Since then...

I'm going to wave my prayers on that drug -dealing scum he called his son.

Oh, Rosie.

Can we not just put this behind us?

No. I need you to wake up every morning and remember I don't have a daughter

anymore.

It's because of the likes of your son.

Oh, he's dead, you and all.

Can we not just let them both rest in peace?

Your son will never find peace.

He's not right. He's lost in hell.

Rosie, Rosie, Rosie, Rosie.

This isn't doing anybody any good.

Yeah? Are you ready, sir?

Yeah, just trying to justify the overtime that you lot are claiming.

I would have thought three dead bodies was justification enough.

Michael, could I have a word?

Sure.

I think we might be missing something by not having a closer look at Rosie

Lewis. Jackie.

She lost her child to a drug dealer. Now, that could be all the motive she

need. You should see the things she said in the papers. And I heard what she

said about you.

And I know it hurt.

But we shouldn't let personal grudges cloud our judgment.

You know me better than that.

Can I talk to you as a friend, Jackie?

We all know what happens when we let emotions interfere with a job.

Is Paddy in?

Oh, no, hen.

Paddy doesnae live here any more.

He's got to be in. I need to see him.

I'm sorry.

Do you get any gear?

No. Can you let me in?

I know where to start, Peter.

Thanks, missus. You've saved my life.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

I didn't expect to see you again.

After your move upstairs.

I'm still a policeman.

Still, let's bring back a few unpleasant memories, eh?

There's a lot of water under the bridge since then.

Aye.

To think my mother thought she was bringing us to live in paradise, eh?

Where do you stay?

This is where I belong.

I'd feel like a traitor if I bailed out now.

Does your brother still live around here?

Robert? No, he wouldn't soil his goochies.

But you've still got the scrapyard down the road, eh? Oh, aye.

How well do you know the two boys that died, Mr Kinsella?

Paddy and Sean.

They were both in my daughter's class at school.

Why did you pay for Paddy Lapse's funeral?

Siri's an old friend.

Our family moved up here same time as mine.

Do you want to talk about it?

Talk about what?

The ghost from your past this place dredges up.

If you had it to live all over again, Jackie, would you change anything?

Oh, that's a bit heavy.

Well, would you?

Well, to be honest, since all this started up here, I've been thinking a

about whether I'll ever have children.

Children?

With the heartache that we've seen, you've made the right decision.

No, it's love that causes the heartache.

It doesn't always need to go wrong.

Sometimes the smallest mistakes can haunt you forever.

Someone told me recently it doesn't pay to carry grudges in this job.

I don't understand, Sadie.

John, I just don't know where else to go. What is it? What happened?

She just handed it to me.

I didn't know what was going on. Look, you'd better come in the back.

I didn't even know it was there, John.

Calm down.

Just take your time. Tell me what's happened.

Where the hell did you get

that?

It was Paddy's.

Go, John.

I was hoping that you could maybe get rid of it for me.

Oh, look, the last time I flushed it down the toilet, Paddy said it would

its way back into the water supply.

Oh, come on, you.

I'll sort this for you.

Come on, why can't you grab your light?

Right, now, don't you lose this scarf, eh? Yes.

All right.

We're going to win. Yes.

You got your money?

Yeah.

Uncle John?

Michael!

Now you have to get gubbed again, eh?

Yeah, give me five.

Straight home after the match now, Michael.

OK. See you later, Uncle John.

See you, Michael.

What brings you round here?

What do you think you're doing, bringing that stuff under my roof?

You've put it under every roof in the scheme.

You and your scheme, eh?

The only reason you stay up there is because you're scared of what you might

find out about yourself in the real world. Do you know who gave me this?

Go on, surprise me.

Sadie Lapsley.

Have you stopped to think what you're doing to Sadie and people like her?

When we used to play with her up the swingy, that weekend you took her to

Blackpool. Did you ever imagine that one day you'd be responsible for the death

of her son?

I don't have to listen to this crap.

Get it.

Go on.

Brother or no brother?

Happily.

You're no brother of mine anymore.

All right, Pop, how you doing? How you doing, Pop? Good.

Talk to you later, eh?

You better talk to me today.

What would your Nono think if he knew you're doing drugs?

It's no drugs. It's only a bit of hash, all right?

We'll just go to the drug dealer to get it, then.

It's not as bad as the bottle of wine Nono's hooped on or the fags he tells

at the counter.

Aye.

Talk to me as the first uppers, eh?

Listen, I don't need to tell anyone about this.

Aye? Then again, maybe I should get you done for possession.

Make sure you don't do it again.

No, don't do that.

Okay.

You do me a favour, I'll do you one.

That old drunk, they got talked.

Juked her?

I never knew his name, but I did see him with Sean Boyle's old man the day he

went missing.

Ackie, when was this?

They started off at 2 Bob Corner.

Where cargo is usual.

But when their mates disappeared, them two just kept going.

The last ass -off, they were heading into the stair, where he was found,

over the last bottle of bucky.

Good.

Good.

Bet you feel a lot better for getting half your chest, eh?

Can I have my hashback now?

Go on, pal.

You know I can't do that.

Taxi for Boyle.

Mike Jordan.

You can talk.

How do you mean?

Well, we all know about you and your cheap cider days.

Ah, here he is, Stuart.

Here's our man. All right, Aki?

Oh, thanks very much.

Oh, no, no, no. You've got it all wrong, mate.

Fill the service. Treatment doesn't even start until they're in the special

unit. The barrel?

What have we done?

A witness has put you with Tuchel McNichol hours before he was stabbed to

and you were arguing.

Everybody argues with Tuchel.

He was an awkward bastard.

Started a fight in an empty house.

Is that what happened?

He started a fight?

Look, Mr Rod, I don't know. Honour, I cannae remember the last time I saw

Tuchel, but I know that he was alive.

He was talking about having to get out of the town.

He was going to hide till it was gyro, but the boys captured him and made him

buy a carry.

Why would Chester have to get out of the town?

He was up to no good.

What kind of no good?

Look, should I know of a lawyer here?

Are you upset, somebody?

Look, do you know I've got a phone call?

What's he given you?

Ackie's memory's got more blackouts and coloured in bits.

And what's your feeling?

A drunken brawl that went too far?

It wasn't Ackie Boyle that killed Chieftain McNichol.

What makes you so sure?

I haven't got the wit to hide the body.

What did you bring him in for?

A guy like Ackie, always with a shake.

Never know what might fall out.

Let him go.

Aye, all right.

Listen, Robbie.

How much you've got feeling in this, Winnie?

I don't know, God.

You're a boy.

Does he look any better from up here?

Yeah.

A view like this would make you want to jump.

I suppose the neighbours heard

anything?

I had to explain to Nick's door who Mrs Lapsley was.

So, what do we think?

Did she jump?

Well, there's no sign of a struggle.

OK. This is a murder inquiry until we find out otherwise.

It's obviously linked to her son's death.

What makes you say that?

Well, it's a bit obvious otherwise.

Maybe she knew something she shouldn't.

Have you spoken to that priest, Robbie?

Eh, no, no, not yet.

You're the wife of a dachshund.

I'm scared of my own planet.

Jed and I, Jed McGrory, face off all covers. What are you saying? I'm nearly

being you.

I nearly see keywords.

But I'm not being you. All right, check that.

Listen, I need to get back to work.

Police presence or no, I just didn't.

OK, you start back to that.

Yeah? It's no problem.

Oh, cheers, Luca.

You could have been killed.

It's all right, big man, we'll know soon.

Go on, scram. I'll take you in my car and take you to the police.

No, you won't. No, you won't. Move it.

Give me your lip.

Crusher.

Oh, yes, come on.

I can't wait for something.

What can I get you?

A glass of whiskey, half a head at least.

Thanks, Tom. Cheers.

It's a dud.

Who gave you that?

The guy over there.

Leave it with me.

Old habits die hard.

Used to be an altar boy, you know.

What, were you in it for the wine?

Hello there.

I'm Father McGowan.

D .I. Ross.

D .S. Reid.

Hi. Don't I know you?

Yeah, yeah, I'm Jamie's dad.

What brings you to church?

We like to talk about Sadie Lapsley. We gather she was in here for a confession

recently. We prefer to call it reconciliation these days.

Do you get more punters now, then?

It's never too late for you to come back into the fold.

Did Sadie talk to anyone when she was here?

Yes.

She had a few crosswords with Rosie.

Rudy Lewis?

Mm -hmm.

You must hear a lot of secret from that box father.

That's where they'll stay.

Excuse me.

Speak to me.

You ever seen that film Deliverance?

No. No, it's more like groundhog day. I keep asking these questions, they keep

giving me the same answers.

Say that again.

Sorry.

Am I interrupting something?

Because we really do need to make some progress here.

So what do we know about Chuka McNichol?

If we hadn't stumbled across his body, nobody would have known he was missing.

Nobody would have cared.

And lastly in Boyle?

Nothing new.

Well, you're not going to find out anything standing here yapping to your

are you?

I think the theory of Jackie's is starting to look like a prospect.

It looks, wouldn't it?

She's all over the papers that drug dealers should hang.

Now she had an argument with Terry Lansley just before she's pushed her

OK, we'll have a word with her.

Ross.

OK, I'm on my way.

Sir? Yeah?

Ackie Boyle's been caught passing a fake 20. He's asking for me.

I've got four murders in my hands.

They're too busy for a counterfeit case.

I'm not bothered about the counterfeit, but...

Wouldn't mind another crack at hockey.

All right.

Ian, where's the pub?

They've got to help me, Mr Ross.

I'm a victim here.

Like you helped me with Tuchter.

Look, I told you the truth.

I don't know what happened to Tuchter.

You've got to tell me about his bent 20s, then.

Two of them after bookies.

Just give us a minute, will you?

I'll cheer.

I hear deep enough smelly stuff here.

You've been caught passing a bent, 20.

All the few quid in that street party you threw the other night being funded

more of these.

You're going to jail, pal.

And there's nothing I can do about it.

Unless... See what you've got at the bar.

Get a couple of drinks.

You can tell me everything you know about your mate Juchter.

I can't tell you anything.

Can't or won't.

You've been in the jail before.

As I remember, you weren't too happy there.

Maybe the jail isn't all that bad.

You know, it's just the best man, you know that?

She's gorgeous.

Do you like it?

OK, we'll take it. It's 184 all in.

Thanks. I'll ring through the sale while you're getting her changed.

OK, thanks.

You have?

Yeah.

Could we have a word, Mrs Lewis?

Yes, miss.

What do you want to talk to me for?

Well, we'd like you to tell us what you can about the murder of Sadie Lapsley.

And the death of Paddy Lapsley and Sean Boyle?

Is everything all right?

Yes, thank you.

Somebody's got to look after these people. Miss Lewis.

How did you get on with Sadie?

I suppose I felt sorry for me, Sadie.

Look, I'm no too happy that my last words were a barangay one, but I never

pushed her off the flat.

What about her son, Paddy?

He's a scumbag. It seems I'm not going to miss him.

Where were you on Wednesday night, say, between the hours of nine and midnight?

I cannae remember.

That was the night Paddy Lapley was killed.

Are you allowed to ask questions like that?

Miss Louie didn't need to answer.

Or what about when Sean Boyle was killed? That was Thursday night, say,

8 and 10. But he's another one that's not going to be missed. We reg in

night. That's easy.

I was in the chapel. It's benediction nights and Thursdays.

Till 10?

No, till 8 o 'clock.

Then some of you go in the chapel hall for a game of bingo.

We're raising money for a youth drop -in cafe.

So there were plenty of witnesses to support your story?

Yes, several.

Let's think again about the day that Sadie Lapsley was murdered.

Where did you go after the row you had with her in the church?

I was asleep.

At home?

Alone?

No, in the chapel house.

After he had the row with Sadie, Rosie took one of her pills.

Look, the doctors got me on these pills for my nerves. They knocked me out, so

father and sister sleep it off in his bedroom.

Now, she's told you she suffers from her nerves.

Are these questions absolutely necessary?

I'm still not satisfied about her weird about tonight Paddy Lapsley was killed.

OK. Is she under arrest?

No.

Hi, dear.

All right?

You been away?

John sent me to Ireland.

Your dad?

He's not got a clue.

Wants me to stay away forever.

Well, at least he cares.

I would have thought Alan would be quite nice at this time of year.

What brought you home?

I need to be here.

With Robert, your uncle?

Not my uncle.

We're much closer than that.

I'm sorry.

I have to report any fake notes.

I've been scrubbing floors at night for months to buy that dress.

I mean, I even got my wages held back so they'd be safe.

All I want is for her to have what the other girls have got.

Mrs McLaughlin, no -one's accusing you.

I just want to know where you might have picked up the forge notes.

I collected it all yesterday and I put it straight at the back of my parcel and

I wouldn't touch it.

Oh, she was just so excited when I told her we were going for it today.

Who paid you the money?

John Kinsella.

She sure she got them here?

She said she could only have got them when you paid her the wages you'd been

holding back for her.

Has, uh, Ackie Boyle been spending a lot of money in here lately?

Aye. Came in, bought a big carry -out. Best part of 200 quid. And you didn't

think it was suspicious for him to have that much money?

I didn't think it was any of my business.

I thought you were away your holidays.

Oh, I can be hack another minute.

Auntie Rose being to her Irish hospital.

It is a bit father dead, isn't it?

So, what's your daddy saying about you being back?

You know I don't like you calling him that.

Darling, what are you doing here?

Chill. Chill?

Chill? What the hell are you talking about?

Have you forgotten why I sent you away in the first place?

Dad.

I was lonely over there.

You know, I didn't know anybody.

I missed the shop and... I missed you.

Aye, all right.

Give you a lift up the road, eh?

Pick up a couple of chops or tea, eh?

It's all right. Robert phoned in a takeaway.

You've been round the yard.

Oh, you missed me that much. You went to see your uncle before you'd anything

today with your head further.

Jean, hold on a minute.

I'm just keeping an eye out for you there.

Look, I heard what happened about the money for the wee lassie's dress.

I know, John. I just don't know what to do. I mean, the communion's a week away,

and I just can't help but set my hands.

Oh, God knows, the Wayne's got little enough luxury in their life, is it?

I feel that bad about it.

Shouldn't have happened to a nice lassie like you.

You take that, won't you?

Oh, John, you didn't have to.

Salt and vinegar.

Right, who's next, please?

Anybody waiting in fish here? It'll be ten minutes, all right?

I want salt and vinegar with that.

Look her.

You know the fight you saw the other night, yeah?

See the last thing boil? Yeah.

You know, um...

Professional habits. Somebody runs away, I chase them.

What are you around for?

Look, I don't want the social, you know. I'm working in the chippy, all right?

Is that why you wouldn't tell Sergeant Reid where you were on Tuesday?

I had to. This cow puts a fear of God in me.

Now, you'll have witnesses.

Aye, loads.

It was a big game live on the telly Tuesday night. We always get busy after

final whistle, all right?

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

It has been six weeks since my last confession.

Robert. Can I keep oil?

Check, sir.

Oh, yeah.

I hear you've been spending my money, Aki.

Where's Zachy Boyle?

Hey.

What have you been up to this time, Aki?

Nothing. Nothing?

That's funny, cos the whisperer out there says you've got on the wrong side

Robert Kinsella.

Is that what they're saying?

You'd better tell me what's going on if you want to stay out of his clutches.

Look, they're not doing the drink.

Go on, Stuart.

He doesn't want our help.

Look, hold on.

Faith 920s.

My Sean robbed them off of Kinsella.

You're Sean.

Robbed Robert Kinsella.

Well, he never was the brightest bulb in the Christmas tree.

Anyway, when Sean... Well, I didn't think there'd be any hairmen spreading a

twenties about.

Right, that's the money.

Now, you want to tell me about Tuchter?

Oh, come on.

Well, no good, you know.

Would you rather deal with Kinsella?

All right, but you didn't get it from me.

When it came out that Tuchter was at the stoke, the ball...

interfering with children.

You knew he was doing that. You didn't think to tell anyone.

You're as sick as him, Aki.

She wasn't before half being legal, but she was still a wane.

Anyway, Robert Kinsella put the mark out and chooked her.

Well, now that you're in a more talkative mood, Aki, is there anything

you'd like to tell us?

Aye.

He's going to fill me in on what you've been hinting at about my boss.

No in front of the children, eh?

Eh, Stuart.

I went and got some pan drops from the WRVS stand.

Go on.

Right, Aki.

Once upon a time.

Right. Years ago, your boss, Jarden, Robert Kinsella paid him up to lose a

bit of evidence.

If you're winding me up, Aki.

Honest, I... Cross my heart.

You just don't get it, do you? Oh, I'm sure you'll fill us in.

People like me and Tuktor McNicol, we move in different circles.

So you're admitting you knew the victim?

Ah, well, I knew who John Lennon was, but I didn't kill him.

You do realise you're entitled to have a lawyer present during questioning?

I don't need a lawyer.

Oh. Well, in that case, I put it to you that Tuktor McNicol did something to

upset you, and you killed him to stop him doing it to you again.

A lot of folk think B, we do what he was up to, deserved to die.

What was he doing?

You're the police, you tell me.

You see yourself as a Robin Hood, Robert.

No, he lived outside the law, didn't he?

I think if you check the records, Mr Jardine, I was found not guilty.

What do you feel about Peter Thales?

Is there a point to any of this?

We know you threatened violence against McNicol because he was performing sex

acts against children.

Someone had to take action.

Is that a confession?

Look, we all say more than our prayers, eh?

A lot of people threaten a lot of things up in that scheme. Usually the words

are enough to keep the scum off their doorsteps.

Usually.

I never talked to Sir McNicol.

I hear it didn't go too well.

I could have a crack at him.

Robbie,

a long jank I've been in in this job.

I know, but change of face, change of approach.

What are you getting at?

This personal crusade can't be good for you or the case.

What's that?

A reprimand?

A bit of advice.

Yeah, well, when I want your advice, I'll ask.

There's always a chance he's innocent.

He's bringing drugs into that scheme.

And he's responsible for a lot of deaths.

He's not getting away with it this time.

Mike, if you're trying to settle a personal score, you'll end up putting

ball in your own net. Robbie! Robbie!

Enough.

You've all got to live with that past, you know.

I'm the senior investigating officer.

I'll decide how this case is handled.

Just want you to know you've got a team behind you.

Well, that'll be a first for you.

I'll tell you what I'm going to do, though.

I'm going to give him a night in the cells.

Graham, I'll take over.

I'll let my coffee black and strong in the morning, Mr Jar, don't you? I hope

you don't lose that sense of humour when they're locking you up for life.

The law says we are innocent till proven guilty. I thought you would have known

that.

It's been a long time since you were innocent, Kingfella.

I'll die.

What can I do for you?

Here do you pay for information?

You've been watching too much TV.

What a better reward for handing loose property.

Why, what have you got?

Where did you get that?

We're not going to be able to hold him for much longer.

I'll hold him as long as it takes.

What, without charging him?

Dodgy.

Toby, you got a statement out of Aki Boyle yet?

No, it won't go on the record.

About the attack on him, the threat to McNichol. Put a pen in Aki's hand and he

can't even remember his own name.

Sir, look what turned up.

A counterfeit plate.

Where'd you find it?

Would you believe it?

Robert Kinsella's scrapyard.

Does that jog your memory?

Knew we'd get him eventually.

Oh, come on, Michael.

It's hardly an airtight case.

A printing plate was found in his scrapyard. He could have got there in

sorts of ways. He could have been brought in in a scrap car.

What's this all about?

What do you mean?

What has Robert Kinsella done that's upsetting you so much?

He's a drug dealer that's suspected a murder. What more do you want?

Has he got something to do with your past?

In that scheme?

Jackie.

Just drop it, eh?

Michael, don't bottle it all up.

We all need to talk to someone.

Don't tell me you're beginning to question my judgement as well, eh?

No one's questioning your judgement.

No. That's Robbie Ross.

Robbie... Robbie doesn't trust his own shadow.

What is this awful thing you've done?

Listen, I don't want this becoming the talk of the steamy, right?

Michael.

Robert Kinsella did a deal with a sergeant I used to work with when I was

uniform.

Well, you paid him off.

Sent him to the World Cup.

In exchange for losing a bit of evidence, Robert Kinsella walked free in

series of felt charges.

They offered me the trip too.

Turned it down, thank Christ.

It was Argentina.

And you didn't report this?

I'd only just started.

Fell for all that closing rank stuff.

And then I've had to...

Sit back and watch Kinsella take over that scheme.

Knowing that I could have stopped him.

I should have put him away then.

And I'm not going to blow it now.

Look, Michael, he may be lowlife, but is he a murderer?

I know he's involved in this mess, Jackie.

I'm sure of it.

Sean Boyle's fingerprints were all over Robert Kinsella's safe, but we'll never

be able to use them in evidence.

At least we know Aki was telling the truth.

How are we doing with other murders?

I think we should have a word with John Kinsella.

John Kinsella? Who does he fit into the equation?

It's just too good to be true.

Well, it's hardly a crime.

How are we progressing on the theory laps, Leakey?

She's more fun than Mother Teresa.

There's no obvious motive for her killing.

Not like the others.

Whether you think they deserve it or not, Stuart, they are all murders

to be solved.

So I want you all back out there, and please don't come back empty -handed.

Hi.

What can we do for you?

I need your help, Father.

Both the murders of Paddy Lapsley and Sean Boyle.

How can I help?

Well, people must tell you all sorts of things.

I can't break the sanctity of the confessional. You know I've taken an

If we put you in the witness box, you'll be taking another oath.

I wouldn't take the stand.

I couldn't.

You mean you'd defy the law?

There is a higher authority.

You people have no respect for nothing or nobody.

Me?

I have no respect.

Do you know what? I wish I could work out what makes somebody as negative as

you.

Do you really want to know?

Do you?

Yes.

It's all right, Father.

Who could you?

After all the promises you made me.

I thought you might have stood a chance with that Paddy Lapsley out of the way.

I thought Robert might have been in to see me.

Well, I don't think he'll be showing his face around here much longer.

Why not?

He's went out to play with the big boys.

And forgotten the rules.

What happened?

He got lifted by the police.

He was in on some counterfeit scam.

And the squad he was working with are not going to take too kindly to that.

Hello, hello, hello.

Heard about people like you.

Hanging about hospitals, watching people suffer.

Plenty of suffering going on in there.

Smack.

How do you know?

She used to come round to see Sean.

Caught the two of them, hitting up, met him once.

Well, well.

Somebody selling drugs to John Kinsella, do we, lassie?

That's all a motive he'd need.

Eh?

Eh, nothing.

Could you give us a light?

A light?

Sure, no problem.

There you go.

Take your time.

What do you need to talk to me about, Rosie?

I feel like that animal lived after what he had done to her.

Did someone hurt your daughter?

I stuffed the dogs for weeks.

Had a bit of colour on their cheeks.

It was like getting her back for the deed.

I knew she was drinking at 15, but I turned a blind eye. It was better than

other stuff.

She was in one of the flats to sell the drink in.

I'll go in my cell.

It's not your fault.

He filled her up with some concoction of milk or cereal or something that kind

of numbed her.

Then he knocked her out.

But she knew everything that was going on.

Look, do you want to go somewhere else?

Somewhere more comfortable?

No, no, no.

I'm fine, Hen.

She went missing for days.

And then when she did come back, all she wanted to do was hide in her room.

But I wanted to know what went on.

I stayed up all night coaxing the story out of her.

She had these bad dreams.

Flashbacks.

Even when she was awake, she kept seeing his face.

McNicol laughing when he was raping her.

Truth to McNicol?

Aye.

I keep wanting to see that smile back on her face.

That's when I made a big mistake.

I went to see one of her old pals, you know, the pals that she took the drugs

with. I mean, I'd banned her from seeing them, but I was desperate.

Invited the lassie out to see my daughter.

I mean, she said she'd learned her lessons with the smack.

So when she asked if she'd go out with the lassie, I said aye. I was just so

happy to see her smiling again.

Two years later, she was dead.

You know, our system had lost the resistance to the drugs.

One dose of the old strength and she was gone.

What about McNichol?

I felt a bit dolled up when I looked for him.

He was an easy catch.

I even let him slither all around my face just to get into that flat.

Once I got inside, I pulled out a knife and plunged it into him.

He sat drunk.

He didn't even put up a fight.

there for hours just watching him die.

Do you know the worst thing?

The worst thing is I enjoyed it.

I enjoyed seeing the pain in his face. I enjoyed hearing him shouting out for

help. I enjoyed knowing that that bastard had sent him to hell.

Did someone help you move the body?

There's nothing to him.

I just waited till it got light and found a couple of loose floorboards and

lifted them up and put them into the hole.

Left the flat.

I'm freaking out.

So now that Rosie's admitted to killing McNicol,

We've got no reason to hold Robert Kinsella anymore.

Yeah, that's good work, Jackie. Well done.

And why do I feel so bad?

Who'd have kids, eh?

Kids?

Hardest job in the world.

No matter what you do, no matter how hard you try, you just know they deserve

a... What?

Better parent than I'm ever going to be.

Do you miss Jamie?

Only with him every other weekend.

So, yeah.

I do.

When he's around, things seem to make a bit more sense.

Look at this, sir.

What's that you're looking through, sir?

It's Sadie Lapsley's thing, sir.

Uniform couldn't trace her next of kin.

Listen. Dear Lord, you gave us the most precious gift of life.

I've tried my best to use mine as a prayer of thanks to you, but I can fight

longer. Please forgive me for the awful thing I'm about to do and let me sit

with you in the next world.

Sure as I'd not.

What else is there?

A school photograph.

I wonder what these red letters stand for.

D for dead.

Sean Boyle's got an X.

So, X is dead.

And D is for dealer.

Veronica Kinsella.

Veronica's a dealer.

I'm a bit disappointed Mr Jardine didn't come out to say goodbye in person, eh?

Mind you, he was never very good at admitting when he was wrong.

There's a tape on there.

Cheers.

Oh, take me straight home for a shave, eh?

How could you do this to your own niece?

What do you mean?

Veronica's lying in the hospital with tubes coming out every hole in her body.

What's that got to do with me?

It was you who got her addicted to this stuff.

Look, if you can't keep your own daughter under control, don't go blaming

everybody else when she ends up in a mess.

Get off!

Get off! Hey!

Is Dad in?

My dad or yours?

Hope one lives here.

He's at the yard, I think.

Thanks.

Do you want to come with me?

For the walk?

Well, I don't know.

Come on.

We haven't seen much of each other lately.

Can I bring my ball?

Are you going to let me have a crack at John Kinsella over the Latsley and Boyle

killing? Robbie, Robbie.

He didn't kill anyone.

What have you got in Veronica?

Nothing incriminating, sir.

Seems to be about my daddy, sir.

Aye, we know that.

Sure said they were really close in the family.

Thanks, Peter.

He'd just be the leaver we need to get information out of him about his

So can I have a go at him?

I'll do that.

Hey. Shall I sit in?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, all right.

There's no car.

What? Well, if he was here, his car would be here. I thought he was.

Right, well, I hope you haven't told me a lie on purpose.

Stay over there where I can see you.

Right, now, you wait there.

So what was this fight all about, eh, Joanna?

Families, eh?

Veronica?

About your daughter?

Aye.

At least she's safe in the hospital, eh?

What is it? What's happened?

She's run away, John.

That stuff will be the death of her.

We know that Robert was selling the drugs.

Is that what the fight was about?

If you help us put Robert away, that'll be one less place you can get the stuff

from. Give me a break.

He's my brother.

He's poisoning your daughter.

As well as a lot of other young people just like her.

Aye, all right.

I'll give you what I can.

For the sake of the children.

You don't have a lot of time for drug dealers, do you, John?

Look, I've just sent my own brother to the jail.

That should tell you all you need to know.

Aye. For the sake of the children.

Did Veronica ever buy drugs from Paddy Lapsley?

Or Sean Boyle? Did you kill them to stop them killing your daughter?

She's all I've got.

And that stuff is coming up.

I'm not convinced he did it.

He didn't hear a confession I've ever heard.

From a father who would do anything to protect his own daughter.

Like killer dealers?

Yeah, maybe.

Right.

I'm going to pick up Robert Kinsella.

You take Jackie and find Veronica.

What are you doing here?

Veronica brought me.

Veronica? What, where is she?

Where?

Well,

we've seen a different side to Mike Jarden this week.

In what way?

All this grudge stuff with Robert Kinsella.

It's that scheme.

Gets to all of us. And Michael doesn't like to lose.

Aye, take my bung.

Who took your bung?

Mike Jarden.

Get a grip, Robbie.

up here, sir.

No need to announce our arrival.

Where else could she be?

Her uncle's scrapyard.

Let's go to try.

I could always get what I wanted from him.

He said it was because I had my mother's smile.

Have you ever saw her smiling?

She must have been miserable with him.

Why else would she have done her own?

She left because she was a selfish, scheming bitch who mistook your daddy's

kindness for stupidity.

He brought you up.

Now you sit there laughing, talking about him as if he was deep.

He might as well be dead.

We can live like father and daughter now.

I'm clear enough.

Once the word gets out that I've been caught with them plates, there's some

hardy boys going to want to make sure that I don't see more than I have to.

I can come with you.

You need me, Robert.

It's a clean break. No ties.

Not to help.

But I know.

I know you're my real daddy.

What? You're not mine.

No.

No.

I don't understand.

Whatever gave you that idea?

Don't tell me lies!

Veronica, you are not my daughter!

Stop your lies! You're my father, not his!

Veronica! Ain't nobody... And he said, Dad!

Everything's going to be all right, Michael.

Don't worry.

You've got to help me.

If you hunt him, I'll date time for you, I will.

Don't say that now, after everything I've done for you. What have you done

me, Veronica?

You killed for him.

Didn't you?

Killed? What, me?

Who? You killed Sean Boyle because he was stealing your uncle's money.

Didn't you?

Oh, you stupid wee bitch.

Why did you kill Paddy Lapsley? I didnae. Sean done Paddy. He's dealing

But you were there, weren't you?

You saw Sean kill Paddy Lapsley.

You helped him.

I wanted to see him die. He was boasting he was ripping you off.

Does your dad know any of this?

Don't call him that. He's not my father.

He confessed to save you, Veronica.

Only a father would do that.

He's not my father!

You don't want to hurt Michael.

If it's John you're angry with, take it out on John.

Look, I promise you'll get to speak to him.

Keith.

Keith.

Let the boy go and take it.

The body of Christ. Amen.

The body of Christ. Amen.

Let us pray.

Father, watch over your children who have received the Eucharist today.

May they always rejoice in the resurrection of your Son, our Lord Jesus

For he is our Lord forever and ever.

The Lord be with you. He's a real charmer.

May almighty God... Just praise Father.

In the name of the Father and of the Son.

and of the Holy Spirit, the Mass has ended.

Go in peace. To love and serve the Lord.

The

building's

empty. It's riddled with damp. They've been planning to pull it down for years.

You should pull the whole damn skin down in me, don't you?