All language subtitles for Taggart s17e03 Watertight

Good night, was it?

I told you before, there's no shortcut
through here.

So are you going to guess?

Go!

Like a good body to start the day off
with a flourish.

Good morning, ladies.

Didn't I expect you, sir?

Juicy Roaster said you were off on the
appeal.

I got delayed.

So, what have I got to begin on with?

Female, early teens, been in the water
upwards of six hours.

Any idea how she got there?

Not yet.

There's not too many young girls taking
midnight strolls down here.

Not for a hobby, anyway.

And there's these.

Sir.

So, do you see a prostitute who lost her
footing, in which case my budget's

short to help for no good reason?

Or is this suspicious?

Suspicious? If Stella were bruising,
most of that would have happened when

was in the water.

But there's also blood in her nasal
cavity.

Isn't that normal in a drowning?

Very good.

Only if she drowned, pure and simple.

What are these?

I'd say she was smothered.

Throwing in afterwards.

Right, get the girl's name and go and
tell her family.

Nicely. That won't be easy.

We found condoms and cash, but there's
no form of ID.

Jackie, if they're that desperate for
entertainment, tell them Stuart will

them a kick at his matchbox collection.

Careful, Robbie.

Someone tells me you're getting ahead of
yourself.

I don't think so.

All we've got so far is a wee lassie
working the streets.

Underage, no ID, no way of tracing her.
It's a carbon copy.

Meaning what?

There's still nothing drawn a line to
Willie's track, and the only person

that round here is you.

All right, so let's put on some
pressure, see what falls out. No,

getting hung up on him. Life's too
short.

What's for her? Then we find her killer
and see where that leads.

I don't.

Anyway, can you wrap up here? I've got
another bloody meeting to you on my way

through.

Sure.

What's that red mark?

Stuart, she's been in the water upwards
of six hours. It could be anything.

Jackie.

Keep an eye on things, will you?

Pretty often.

Do you remember being her age?

Yeah, I try not to.

Yeah, my biggest worry was that I was
still trying to lose my innocence.

See if you can get a trace, eh? If not
name, nationality.

Sure.

How many sugars would you like in that?

Thought it was you.

She must be a regular.

Saw her maybe twice.

You didn't like her?

Some of us do this for a living,
Sergeant. Not to pay for a couple of

Meaning she was undercutting you?

Aye.

Some of these kids are practically
gaining away co -op stamps with it. Are

done?

Just one more thing.

Did you speak to her?

Could she have been informed?

I remember.

Nothing but the best.

Well, he's tracking.

He's there.

Perhaps my life can deal with the rest
of this.

Thank you, Joseph.

Caterers. They never leave off.

Everything has to be just so.

At the end of the day, it's just food
you shove in your mouth.

Don't you agree, Mr Ross?

So, what's all this you need of?

My daughter's wedding.

Fiance's Canadian.

Family arrived yesterday.

But don't you worry.

We kept the noise down. This was last
night.

Which case they might be able to help.
There's a murder less than a mile from

here. Young prostitute.

Maybe they saw something. You leave them
alone.

I'm not having you cosying up, poisoning
my new in -laws with what you think I

may or may not have done.

You're giving your in -laws not know how
you pay for all this. I've changed.

Perhaps you should take a peek at the
guest list. Perhaps I should. What is it

with you?

You see a nice house, a nice life. Is
that what gets your goat? No, not me.

I just still smell what's underneath.

Have you got business here?

Because I've asked you nicely.

Now I'm telling you.

Unless you have, stop breathing my ear.

Just ask your new family whether they
saw any unsavoury characters.

What does he want?

None of your business, Mo.

Besides, Inspector Ross is easy dealt
with.

Hi, Jackie.

Listen, hold on a minute, will you?

Jackie, sorry about that.

Just someone I recognised.

Will you go for me?

Uh -huh.

Is he sure?

Oh, no, you're kidding me.

Right, thanks.

The gist of the appellant case rests on
his claim of police brutality.

Rubbish. We did everything but sing him
to sleep.

The question, then, is whom the court
believes.

Luckily, the bench tends to be less
jaundiced towards the police than the

public. We played by the rule.

Sorry, I'm going to have to take this.

William, how are you?

I see.

Have you a name?

Hold the line a sec.

Unfortunately, Mr. Burke, your claim to
play by the rules would carry more

weight if you persuaded your team to do
likewise.

William, when was this?

I was following a legitimate line of
inquiry.

I take it, then, you did door -to -door
on all the houses on Mrs Strachan's

Road? Well, no, I mean... Meaning what?

What reason had you for singling out an
innocent individual?

Innocent? Unless you've evidence to the
contrary.

It may have escaped your attention, but
you enforced the law not to make it,

Inspector. Perhaps I can shed light.

I asked Robbie to talk to anybody in the
area known to us.

Known?

Strachan's only conviction was 20 years
ago for importing dirty mags. Clearly,

wires get crossed. We're investigating a
murder of a juvenile prostitute.

Emotions tend to run high.

And you think a reputable businessman is
your killer? As good as.

Could you explain that?

That would be helpful.

Our information is that Strachan brings
girls in from overseas to use in the sex

trade. Some he's teamed out round
hotels, others get shipped on, others

pornography. Whatever their fate, he's
the one exposing them to risk.

Last one was 13, kept in a locked room.
And you have proof linking Strachan to

this ring?

Not as yet. The girl we rescued had
nothing on her to identify her.

Just the marks of what she'd been
through.

She killed herself and an immigration
holding fell.

But we're confident that finding this
second girl confirms that the ring is

active and growing.

Inspector?

I didn't get a chance to tell you
earlier, but the girl today is

foreign. Jackie reckons she's in a way
up from the pub trying to earn a bit of

pocket money.

In other words, you assumed.

And on the strength of that, subjected
an innocent citizen to a barrage of

insinuation.

Let me spell this out.

Strachan's first instinct was to take
his complaint to the Procurator Fiscal's

office. I dissuaded him. Alex, I
appreciate how this looks. It looks like

culture of sloppy policing from top to
bottom. No, we... I take this very

seriously. Please assure Mr Strachan of
that. And pass on Inspector Ross's

regrets at any distressed cost.

I beg your pardon?

For the happy couple, sir.

Thought you were stuck for a word
together. McPoodle might be the thing.

there, now.

Never, ever leave me exposed like that
again.

I tried backing you. I end up looking
like a joke whose CID department are all

singing from their own song sheets.

It's all right, boss.

Listen, what about Strachan?

We agreed, I say, where and when.

Yeah, I know.

The situation's changed.

Need you to get things moving, Sadie.
Yeah.

Can you get word to Frackham that he's
going to bring more girls in? It has to

be soon. Just like that?

Are you mental?

Sadie, you get out of this car and
that's a finish, right?

Maybe I'd be better off.

Wait a minute.

You told me you'd had it with punters
mauling you.

And you were scared Marie might be
forced down the theme road.

Now... There's only one way you can be
sure that won't happen. You get Strachan

out of your life for good, remember?

And how am I supposed to do that?

I'm just a small part of this.

Yeah, I know that, I know that.

But Strachan needs people like you and
Mo to keep his hands clean.

If you're not there to babysit these
girls he's bringing in, then he's

So?

So tell him time's short.

Tell him you're not going to have the
flat for much longer. Tell him anything

make him get things moving.

And what if he finds out I'm lying?

You won't.

I promise you.

None of this will lead back to you.

You'd make a great pimp, do you know
that?

I need an answer, Sadie.

Yes or no.

What choice have I got?

They thought we were developed by
traffic to counter motorists who muddied

number plates.

It's brilliant, isn't it?

Any more and I'll wet myself.

So that's the dead girl.

What about the driver?

It was a bit more difficult to enhance.

But I did manage to get one frame.

Do you get me this excited only to let
me down?

What's that on his neck?

Still doesn't get very far.

How good are you to make time, Robbie?

I was just saying, we already know the
victim was on the game.

All we've got here is a get in a car.

Not exactly.

Time of death was between ten and
midnight.

The counter on the clock in the video
puts it somewhere seven minutes into

Which means that the driver is either
our killer or one of the last people to

see it alive.

So who is he?

That's where we fall down.

Anybody?

Robbie?

Could be anyone, boss.

Only it's not.

I ran a P &C.

Put Nectar 2 under identifying features.

Morphing equation.

Known as Moe. A dress and hanging show.

Form? Serious assault.

Living off of moral earnings.

His thing is to offer the girls
protection.

Sounds like he's the one they need
protecting from.

Check the car.

Moe drives the same make and model.

Excellent. OK, so what are you waiting
for? Moe McLeish. Go and give him a

shake.

Gira? Get a ride with Stuart, OK?

Why, where are you off to?

What's with the mystery, Robbie?

Who is it? Christopher McLeish.

I didn't order a pizza.

I think somebody's had you for a fool.

How?

I'd take down your particulars under the
circumstances. I think I'll leave that

to D .C. Fraser.

Surey.

Oh, aye, get a knife, filly.

Only don't load two, please.

See, the police round here don't care
who they take in. Get easy with you

Or you.

She left him in his towel.

It's a pity Robbie missed all the fun.

Sandy, I need to talk.

Not now.

Upstairs.

Listen, Mo's been a rep about her
mother. Nothing I can do about it. But

should have found something.

You know the score as well as I do.

If Mo's not there, we're pissing in the
wind. Aye right, but hold off from

striking till I get things sorted.

Too late.

I did like you told me. They're bringing
some girls in.

And I know this.

Right now, you've got one wee girl lying
cold on the slab.

But see, if the dragon gets edgy, she
better budge up.

Sadie, you've got to stop them.

No. I've done my bit. Now it's your
turn.

Get Mo out.

I don't care how.

If you don't, you know it'll happen.

Sexual activity, yes.

Though clothing was still intact.

Semen samples, no.

The river saw to that.

Oh, and I'm afraid a large dish of mea
culpa is in order, Stuart.

Meaning the mark was significant?

Yep. It tallies with the damage to her
inner ear.

Habitual usage of an ill -fitting
hearing aid, I'd say.

And another thing.

A trace of something under the girl's
skin from where her sealant's

bit her.

A trace of what?

Can we wait for the spec test on that?

I picked her up a bit tennish.

Told her I was a punter.

But you're not.

No, I'm in the welfare game.

I just pointed out to her what a bad
place this world could be.

What did she say to that?

She started crying, if you must know.

And what then?

I dropped her off.

See, I find that difficult to believe.

I mean, here's a kid guaranteed to
satisfy particular tastes.

Oh, I know.

My soft spot will be the death of me. I
don't buy it, Mo.

And just in case we're all getting
through, this is a murder inquiry.

All right.

The truth is that she was not worth my
time.

She was just a daft wee lassie trying to
earn enough to pay herself into the

pictures. I didn't need to hassle.

I told her if I ever saw her working
again that I'd ruin her face.

Now, why would I tell you that if I'd
killed her?

Good.

Very good.

So, you're telling the truth.

Okay.

Truth it.

You dropped her off.

Where'd you go then?

Here and there.

Saw some people.

Who? Just some people that I don't want
bothered.

I don't have time for games.

Look, you're not listening to me.

See where he went? He checks out. You're
in the clear.

Give me names, give me places, give me
something, give me anything.

Oh, come on, shitful brains, get your
act together.

Interview terminated at 11 .29.

Robbie, I want...

What's

going on?

I just don't think he's that man.

MacLeish wouldn't need to admit to being
with her. We're wasting time. I'll

decide that.

Mo's had no night to come up with a
story, and he's shrewd enough to know

more truth in it, the harder it is to
break down. I wonder if it's all true.

Four counts of serious assault, not one
was on a woman. There's always a first.

Forensics have got nothing linking him
to the girl, which means the only thing

we have is a meeting that he volunteered
himself.

All right, let's cut the bullshit.

You want Mo out of here.

How about you tell me why?

So you're the organ grinder?

Very cute.

Robbie tells me you know Mo McLeish.

She does, that's my cat.

You also had a professional
relationship.

He was my pimp, yeah.

Are you the client that thinks he's a
murderer?

No, I'm the bloody ringmaster.

So let's cut the crap, eh?

All right, then, listen.

Mo hasn't got it in him.

I should know.

I gave him enough cause.

Especially when I told him I was jacking
it for this.

And you're his kid's mammy?

Mo never left a hand.

If he did, do you think I'd have let him
win a mile of me?

So why do you need him let go?

Other side of the bed getting caught?
No.

I'm not doing this for me.

I'm scared for those kids.

Making you what? The original tart with
a heart?

Listen, you might have sold my inspector
some sob story, but I want the truth.

What's in it for you?

All right, you're right.

There's nothing soft about why I'm doing
this.

So tell me.

I've got this bar.

I'm off of the streets.

But as long as Mo and Strachan are out,
I'm never going to be able to start

again properly.

See, Mo's a proud daddy.

He's not got to let Marie go.

The only way I can get a new life is by
dealing with you. See, if that's the

price, I'll pay it.

That's better.

I like to check the price of things
before I buy, too.

But he'll just see why you need Mo to
let go.

Mo meets the lorries, bringing the girls
in.

I've got to keep them out of sight until
Strachan and Cheer have now been

followed. So Mo's out of circulation,
Strachan uses a new pick -up man?

He won't.

He trusts Mo.

So he waits, we wait?

You haven't told him, have you?

You've not got that option.

No, unless you're wanting a bunch of
dead girls turning up in a field

He told me to get things started, or
else forget it.

Time was we fought crime, no commission
there.

What the hell possessed you? Our best
shot is tracking. Oh, well, you listen

yourself. Look, just let me put Moe back
in the street. No, the man's a murder

suspect. He didn't kill anyone.

But if he's not out, you heard what
Steddy said. Aye, who's got her own

for wanting to believe the worst?

You're our meal ticket chum. Don't have
any choice, boss. We've got to. No.

Sadie Macphail's pulled enough strings
that she can kick -start things. She

could put the brakes on them as well.

Leave the new ample time to put this
case to bed.

Me?

The appeal.

Wouldn't you just know the gods would
wait till now, making you acting DCI

orders to concentrate on the murder.
Nothing else.

Where have you been?

What, have we got each other in and out
now?

Oh, to hell with you.

Stuart, let's think about the hearing
aid. Follow it up. Try the infirmary.

audiology department?

Yeah, yeah, them as well. Whatever.

What?

He already has.

They're checking.

And if you leave off barking, you might
learn with a possible witness.

Twenties, good -looking, student type.

You know the sort.

Indulge me.

Got it all up there, but... To talk to.

Mind, this one was a bit more out of it.

Like he was on something.

Yeah, blood in his cuffs and that's why
you remember him.

Well, that and the address I took him
to.

Pollock Field.

I dropped him a count higher off the
same house a few times.

Same student?

No. Figured it was the boy's father.

Sheriff's alone.

So, how do we play it?

How do you mean? We've got the name of a
possible witness, maybe more.

Sure, but take it easy, Robbie Cahoons.
A big fish cover your back.

Not my style.

Yeah, well, maybe it should be. Whatever
game you're up to, you might need it.

Has this got something to do with
McLeish?

What?

Well, it just seems strange. We've got a
perfectly good suspect locked up.

And he's the only one you're not
interested in. Yeah, that's right,

not interested. Just forget it, eh?
Yeah, the same way you forgot his face

Stuart showed you his picture.

Even though you'd locked him up eight
months ago.

What's going on, Robbie?

Nothing. Just leave it, eh?

Sure.

Yeah? Oh, good work.

Yeah, I'll be right with you.

Got a name for our victim? A D.

Faraday? Good. You follow up. I'll take
your head. Robbie?

I mean what I said.

Watch your back.

Good boy.

Are you sure?

Yeah. In which case this could prove
sensitive.

Can't ignore what I've been told.

Sure. All I ask is you learn a bit of
tact.

We can take you to see your daughter.

Why?

What's the point?

She's dead.

I'm sorry.

I'll get my coat.

Maeve, I can go instead.

I'll call you. No.

You took enough of her from me when she
was alive.

Leave me this.

What does she mean?

She's upset.

We both are.

Can I just ask why you didn't report
Dean missing?

Kids that age, they come and go.

This isn't easy, Mr Faraday.

We think Dee was working as a
prostitute.

Did you know?

No.

Do you think I'd have let it go on if I
had known?

Your daughter had a hearing problem?

Her auditory.

From her da.

I'm only a stepdad, but I've tried my
best.

Yeah, I'm sure. All her life, people
couldn't see past that bit of plastic in

her ear.

Even her own mother.

I set myself one goal.

To make that child respect herself.

Come on.

Your wife's going to need your support.

Is this your idea of getting your own
back, Inspector?

I can see how it might look that way.
Perhaps you could tell me, then, what

my son supposedly doing in this park?

Same time he was at a leaver's door.
That's what I'd like to talk to him

Unless your witness got it wrong, or is
being malicious, or you are.

I hear what you're saying, sir. However,
we'd still like to talk to Craig, with

or without your support.

What are you getting at? I didn't need
to warn you. Craig's old enough.

I hope to avoid a media circus for your
sake.

Will you trust me to bring him in?

First thing tomorrow morning, then.

Oh, and one last question.

Does Craig do any drugs?

No. Why?

I was just having a witness to it.

Dad?

Are you still up?

What's that down there?

You wore it two nights ago.

Found your shoes as well.

Covered in mud.

So? So how did they get that way?

That's blood. What is this, Dad?

Why does it matter?

I can't remember.

The police say you were in the park.

The night the girl was killed.

They want me to take you in.

Why?

What for?

What have I done?

What have I done?

It's okay.

It's okay.

Shh.

Right, so, uh, you think the
stepfather's letting on less than he

I think he knew Dee was on the game. And
there's a friction there. I mean,

whether it's more... Ah, either way,
he's worth checking.

Stuart, get on to that. Start with an
alibi.

Robbie, slow down. The man's just lost
his daughter.

Still worth checking?

Yeah, the way that Mo McLeish isn't.

Look, where the hell's Calhoun? I said
first thing.

Oh, I forgot to say.

They're waiting for you.

And Sheriff Calhoun asked for a word.

If this is to ask for special
treatment... It's not.

Craig's admitted being in the park.

And I found this in his room.

It's a surprise, Inspector.

Your taxi driver would have said Craig
had blood on him.

What did you think?

I'd destroy possible evidence?

Don't get me wrong.

I still know Craig's nothing to do with
this.

But you have to eliminate him.

Until you do, I won't stand in your way.

We apply the law, Inspector.

That doesn't make either of us above it.

I was drunk.

I went there to sober up.

Only I fell.

Had a nosebleed.

So why not sober up at the university?

By the park?

And it's hardly on your way.

Do you think that's good enough?

A 14 -year -old girl is dead.

Now I'm going to ask you again.

Why were you there?

The sooner you answer their question,
Craig, the sooner you're out of here.

The less chance there is of anyone
finding out you've been taken in.

And why should I care?

Or is it Dad you mean?

Less chance his name will get dragged
into it. Just answer the question.

Craig, the dead girl was a prostitute.

That's why a lot of men use that park.

Not all, though.

Was that why you were there?

If it came out, how would that look for
Dad?

His son, cruising.

For men?

I'm gay, OK?

Happy now?

So did you find what you were looking
for?

He doesn't exist.

No.

I approached one man, only I'd got him
wrong.

How do you know?

I saw him later, with a girl, arguing.

Could you describe this man?

Would you recognise him again?

Take the description first.

And if you did see Moe with Dee in the
park later, then Moe's a liar.

Yeah, yeah, I've got that much.

A final lap of honour?

Sadie! You know any friendly coppers?

Just because Moe wasn't picked doesn't
mean he wasn't the man Craig saw.

Give it a rest, will you, Jackie?

So what do we do with Craig?

Release him if Father cut the dependent
forensic result.

And Moe?

We've got no reason to release him.

Unless you do.

Ross.

Hang on, hang on, Sadie. You're not
making sense.

What did he want?

For me to go to the police and say that
I was with Moe that night.

And I said, no, it wouldn't work.

But he wouldn't be asking unless things
were moving. Right, well, let's say they

are. I mean, maybe my boss is right.
Maybe Strachan will use someone else. He

won't. And the longer Moe's locked up,
the more Strachan will get edgy. Look,

I'm up against it here. I can't just
release Moe for no reason. Fine.

Blood's on your hands, then.

I did this to get Moe and Strachan off
my back, not to kill innocent girls.

We don't know Strachan will do that.

I do.

I'm warning you.

Let Mo go. He's not a killer.

Hang on to him and we will be.

Stuart, where's Robbie?

I don't know. If you see him, you tell
him I want a word. Tell him yourself.

OK.

Let's start with how come you've let go
of prime suspect.

Because right now it stinks.

Like as if McLeish has got the drop on
you. All right, all right. Not here.

You cut me out the loop.

Sadie needed careful handling and I
couldn't have Burke knowing chapter and

verse.

Oh, I think you'd better explain that.

If you had been open with me, what
exactly did you think I would do? Take

Burke. Come on, Jackie, since you've got
your ass in gear, you've been trailing

after him. Plumping his cushion. Oh,
rubbish!

You know, the truth is that after
Michael, you thought Burke would be more

thing. Only it didn't work out.

Whatever. I need your help.

Well, you've got a funny way of asking
for it.

First you keep me in the dark.

Then you let go of a murder suspect.

All so that you can pursue your own
personal vendetta. I just don't want to

my paper in five years' time and read
about Strachan's OBE for charity work.

Jackie.

I need you on my side.

You've released a suspect and now you
want extra resources to tail him. We

insufficient evidence to hold him.

And you agreed?

Yes, ma 'am.

We're pursuing the theory that if Mo's
involved, then he's not acting alone.

Go on.

Dee served a particular market. People
into underage girls.

Now, it's possible someone's trying to
corner that market and that Dee was

killed as a warning to other amateurs.

Tailing Moe might just lead us.
Inspector, I should tell you, you did

no harm with how you handled Cahoon.

Don't spoil that. We can't ignore the
fact, ma 'am, that Willie Strachan is

major player in this area.

Says your informant who's playing to her
own agenda.

Yes, DCI Burke briefed me. He also left
you clear instructions.

I suggest you follow them.

Lyle Faraday.

All records have is a traffic offence.

Apparently, Skoda was in collision with
a melt float.

It doesn't say who was overtaking who,
though.

Stuart. Spare me the wit.

He's out of work.

Laid off from Scotstoun.

Neighbours say he's a model father.

He and Dee were close.

Alibi. Home alone, watching the box.

I'm getting the phone records to see if
they back up his story.

What about Dee?

Spoke to the school.

Well -liked, hard worker, but not overly
bright.

Played her cards right. She could have
made D .I.

All right, all right, enough.

Stuart, keep on to Faraday. There's
close and there's close.

Jackie, you and me, Craig Cahoon, let's
get some background.

Doogie, Karen, door -to -door, Jerry,
sex offenders. Let's go.

Well, that covers all angles.

Except for MacLeish, of course. He's not
our killer.

Listen, Robbie, I backed you up with
Patterson, but don't kid yourself.

My money's still on MacLeish.

And if I'm right, you're playing with
fire.

So, eh...

How's Mo?

Enjoying his freedom?

Aye, if dragons wander, we keep his head
down.

But, eh, thanks for getting away.

Come on, let's walk.

Has he mentioned that girl?

Who? The one that's dead?

No. Why should he?

No reason.

Oh, is that what this is about?

You still think he did it?

Just ask him. He'd better not.

If you're going to do this, I do not
want to be looking over my shoulder

wondering if he's going to get pulled
again.

What's that mean?

Yeah, I think it's about to happen.

I almost said to give my mum a phone and
see if she could look after Marie for a

few days.

When?

First off, I need to know it's you
that's calling the shot.

If anyone's doubting me, I'm out of
here.

Come on, take no notice of my boss.

Of course it's me.

I've got full backing.

So, when?

Day after tomorrow.

I'll get the rest of them all soon,
right?

I've got to go.

Craig's studying law, third year.

Following his father, then? And mother,
yes.

Though Shona never actually practised.

How come?

We studied together.

Then she met Alex. He was out to make
something of himself, so she played

fiddle. Familiar story.

So where's his mother now?

Dead. Did you not know? Car crash.

Tell us about Craig.

He's perhaps not as motivated as his
father, but he has a sharp brain.

Why did you choose to come here? I
thought students used the university as

chance to cut the apron strings.

But then there's a close bond between
him and his father.

Given what they've been through, I
suppose that's hard to break.

So has Craig got into any trouble that
he knows?

Strictly speaking, that's confidential.

But as far as we go, no.

Craig's a clean sheet.

Lying.

How do you work that one out?

Do some digging for us, will you,
Jackie?

What you doing?

So was there anything worrying her?

Exams, you mean?

No, I meant anyone.

She's not wanting to go home.

She used to stay with me quite a bit.

Did you say why?

Not really.

Thought it was because of her.

Who? Her ma, right boot.

Always picking on Dee, putting her down.

About what?

About everything.

My mum reckoned she was jealous.

Jealous? Of the way Dee was with her da.

He was really good.

He was always sitting up for her.

That was enough to make her jealous?

I think it could have been something
more.

Like what?

Pervy, you mean?

No way.

Not him.

Just because our mates think he's okay
means nothing.

Yeah, I know that. I mean, for all we
know, Faraday could be dad of the year,

but until we're sure... Right, got
anything else?

Path results.

Asked Robin if there's anything back in
the trace found in Dee's skin.

What's Robin now, is it?

She says it's molecular structure
consisting of a number of elements, the

one being chlorovalenol.

Give me the idiot's guide, will you,
Stuart? She's done lots of things.

Antiseptics, disinfectants. In other
words, could be anything getting us

nowhere.

As much as it grieves me it seems you
were right to have qualms about Craig

Cahoon.

The allegation was unsubstantiated. I
had no right repeating it as proven

What, you'd no right in telling us that
a student had attracted a complaint of

attempted rape?

Kate Urquhart withdrew her allegation.
Said she wasn't sure what had happened

after all.

I thought then, I still do.

She laid it on a bit thick.

She only thought later the harm she'd be
doing.

Why exaggerate?

And if Craig Cahoon tried to rape her?

Why should she care about harming him?
Because Kate and Craig were an item.

Maybe she still cared.

About time.

You've been asking everybody else about
me.

They're going to think I was the only
one not qualified.

It's purely routine.

I just wonder if you remember anything
else about the night Dee died. No, died.

Was murdered.

And maybe if you spent more time fixing
that instead of spreading rumours.

Rumours? In fact, I plastered this on
myself.

I don't get that.

And you don't live around here either.

Too many idle sods keen to run with any
rumour they can. And if it comes from

the police, all the better.

What are they saying?

That I'm a perv.

Well, why not? A stepdad tries to do
right by the kid, he's got to be in her

knickers. Especially if the police are
asking the same thing.

I'm sorry. Answer to your question is
no.

I haven't remembered any more.

All I keep thinking about is my little
girl crying in the dark and me no there

for her.

Is this your van?

If this is about the rent strike, we're
backing with the legal advice on that.

No, it's not.

Boy, there's some sort of a stopgap for
you.

How do you mean? The university told us
you left the first.

In other words, why help other people
with their boring everyday problems

than fill my own pockets?

Sorry, that's none of our business.

We actually want to speak to you about
Craig. Oh, my God.

Has he done it again?

So tell us about that night.

Were you already lovers by that age?

We never were.

That's why I liked the way Craig had
restrained.

Made me feel a little cranky about
wanting to stay a virgin.

But this night, he lost his self
-control.

He flipped.

One minute.

The next he was on me, ripping at me.

I tried reasoning, but he put his hand
over my mouth.

It was as if I didn't know him.

And the more I fought, the more excited
he was.

Until at last I just went limp.

Like it was dead.

That's how I felt.

Only he stopped, mumbled something, and

went.

Kate, we need to ask you about his hand
over your mouth.

How exactly?

What are you up to, Stu?

Running a P &C, checking a van.

Right, forget that for now. I want
everything you can get on Craig Cahoon,

if we can rattle any more skeletons.

Still think I'm chasing shadows?

No. I admit it. I was wrong.

That's not what I'm after.

Mind you, I'm going to take great
delight in dragging Patterson down here.

all, I don't want to rush into anything
without covering my back.

Folk who worry about covering their back
normally worry about a knife going in.

So you may be wise there, Robbie.

Boss, I thought you were on the appeal.

Prisoner threw in the towel, I have that
effect.

The only pleasure I took was puncture
the moment I got back here. There's been

development. My prime suspect let Lucy
walk the streets of Glasgow. Does that

count as a development? Because to me,
it's a flagrant act of disobedience.

Mo's no longer a suspect.

I lay awake.

I hated him.

But I must have closed my eyes.

I woke and heard someone making coffee.

I asked him straight out, why?

And he looked at me like he had no idea
what I was on about.

Until he and I began to wonder.

Kate never imagined it?

All right, that's persuasive.

But if Craig's attack on Kate was
spurred by sexual tension, why D?

She was an offer.

Maybe that's how he gets his kicks.

Pulled back from Kate, known to be
consequences.

Lee wasn't the fortunate.

Pray amen.

I said I'd not block your investigation,
but I'm putting you under warning.

Any shortcuts, any errors of protocol,
and my legal team will rip your wings

off. I know.

Who are at work?

I'm sorry.

Jackie, do the business for us, will
you? Got a call to make.

Oh, you're all I need.

What happened?

What does it look like?

Strachan told Moe that I'd not give him
an alibi.

And Moe thought it was me wanting him
locked up.

No, no, no, not like that.

Not like that, man.

Now, you told me that Moe would never
lift a hand against you. Not like this,

did, no.

No, Freddie, you said never. What if I
did?

Well, he slapped me about a few times,
but it's never as bad as then.

He's really worried about this Strachan
job.

Enough to kill someone?

I don't know.

Maybe.

Why tell me he wasn't violent? Oh, work
it out, would you?

How else was I going to get him let go?

I needed to be sure that Mo and Strachan
went down at the same time. That way

one's no left to have a go at me.

You lied to me.

Fix things your way. Aye, my way.

What if he had killed that girl? What if
he had?

She cannae hurt any more.

Me and mine can.

Just because the boy came like a lamb
doesn't imply guilt, Robbie.

True.

But Craig knew he was going to get
picked up. He was prepared.

The same way he was prepared with lies
to explain why he was in the park in the

first place. I tried to switch the
blame. I have read your notes.

None of which gives us more than grounds
for suspicion.

And what about the fact that he tried it
before?

Similar case evidence only carries so
much weight. You know that.

We need more. What about the DNA in his
shirt?

Ah, we're still waiting.

Look, boy, word that the dragon's on the
move. It's a one -off window, and if

I'm kicking my heel here, we've met it.

There's, eh, there's another reason as
well.

Right or wrong, I encourage Sadie to get
in over her head.

Don't want to abandon her now.

Are you sure in your own mind that
Craig's the killer?

There's no question of it being Mo.

No.

None.

The strike is all yours.

Yes.

I attacked Kate Urquhart.

You're admitting attempted rape? I
misread the signals.

The minute she said no, I stopped.

Really?

Kate reckons you had your hand over her
mouth.

Says you didn't pull back until she
played dead. I don't remember that.

It was all a myth.

No, Craig.

It was actually quite straightforward.

You fancied Kate, only she wasn't
interested, not physically.

So you tried raping her. No.

You don't know what went on. And in the
morning, you went back and acted as if

nothing had happened.

Playing mind games with her. No.

Pretending nothing had... I didn't know
it had.

What do you mean?

I mean... I didn't know she'd taken it
so badly.

Please.

Tell her how sorry I am.

Sure.

Sure.

Trouble is, I'm not spiritual.

Well, I assume you want to pass the same
message on to Dee Faraday.

I told you.

I had nothing to do with her being
killed. Oh, that's right. So you did.

So why don't I give you my version?

See, I think the girls at the uni,
whether they believe Kate or not, give

wide berth.

So you have to go out looking.

Unfortunately, she doesn't know you need
a struggle to get turned on. I said I

know nothing about her.

I was there, but I don't remember her.

What do you mean?

You know nothing or you remember
nothing?

I know nothing.

What was that all about?

Not sure.

It was odd.

Like the only one believing his denials
was him.

Best liars do, Jackie.

Oh, and when you see his daddy off the
premises, tell him Craig's on a one -way

ticket to Berlin.

I'm sure they'll lay on a welcome.

Something wrong?

No. Should there be?

What are you doing hanging around?

Shouldn't you be off fighting the good
fight against international crime?

My heart belongs to Glasgow.

Burke.

I thought D .I. Ross was the officer
dealing.

The D .C .I. has taken over. D .I. Ross
is back in another case.

The trafficking?

It came up before.

So, if Mr. Burke's winding down his
inquiry team, what does that mean?

He's confident my son's the killer?

Oh, I'm sorry.

But waiting here's not going to help
your son.

Or you.

And what will?

Actually, he may be able to help me.

I may be way off the beam here, but has
Craig ever had any bouts of confusion

before? Like blackouts?

No.

Never. Why?

No, no reason.

Can I get you a car?

No, thank you.

I'll see myself out.

One mistake, Sergeant.

That's all it takes.

One minute to master up your own
destiny.

And something happens and your life's
never the same again.

Are we talking about Craig here?

I meant in general.

I thought if anyone was going to beat a
confession out of me, it'd be DCI Buck.

Maybe I thought fighting a female was
more your thing.

Listen, Craig, I've got something to
suggest.

I think you're holding back on us.

And if you are, and it's something that
might explain your actions, well, then

it's better you tell us now.

See, you said that you couldn't recall
what happened.

So I asked your father if he ever had
blackouts, and he said no.

But I've got a feeling he was trying to
protect you. No.

He's telling the truth.

Right, settle down.

You all know why you're here.

Three observation points.

First, William Louis Strachan.

Second, Morrissey Moe MacLeish.

Third, Abbotsinch Transit Park.

Immigration scans taken on the ferry
confirm the intelligence we have.

Chris?

My team believes there's at least six,
maybe seven girls on the lorry, packed

into customised crates inside the
trailer unit.

Not exactly first -class travel.

Now, these are children.

who have been sold into sex slavery.

It's a lucrative trade and it's growing
all the time, so let's get this right.

As my report says, it's good and bad
news.

Oh, give me the bad news first, Sheila.
That way things can only get better.

OK. Well, the DNA tests confirm that the
blood on Craig's shirt is his.

It's not Dee Faraday's.

So it was from a nosebleed he was
telling the truth?

Well, you see, that's where the
contradiction kicks in.

And your good news, Matthew.

Now, this shows a splatter pattern we'd
anticipate from someone who'd tried

stemming a nosebleed.

Disordered. Even more so if the bleed
occurred from an accident.

However... This is what we found on
Craig's shirt.

Now, the picture I get is of someone
with a bleed.

Sitting over a garment, allowing drops
to fall, deliberately.

Nothing. Drivers disappeared.

Leader to eyeball two. Any movement?

It's your call, Robbie.

Can't wait forever. Those kids are in
crates the size of coffins.

Yeah,

go ahead.

You faked the shirt, Craig.

So why do that?

Well, I tell you.

Because you've got a brain.

And while part of you thought you'd get
away with murder, the second part said

no. Make sure you've got a fallback
plan, just in case somebody saw you.

So you faked it.

Knowing that if we came after you, we'd
find it. Only what we thought would be

damning proof of guilt would in fact be
your salvation.

It's the only answer there is, Craig.

You knew the blood in the real shirt was
from Dee?

I didn't know.

Didn't know or couldn't recall?

I've asked you before, Craig. I won't
ask you again.

This is your last chance. I couldn't
remember.

I get fits.

At times I don't recall what I've done.
It's called dissociative amnesia.

Since when?

Since my mother died.

Doctor say it's trauma -related.

Call them fugue episodes.

See?

I don't know whether I killed that girl
or not.

Right, go to that.

Two to leader. We have a problem.

How the hell could they lose him?

He doubled back.

He must have known he was being
followed. In other words, those clowns

close. Stuart, I want every available
officer after him. He's got to have

another route.

Meantime what?

Sit and watch them die?

Eyeball seven, movement.

We have a vehicle in the port. Closing.

Clear, clear. Wet my show.

Can't look out any closer.

That's a different van.

It's not more.

Target's checking the label. You can
start by...

All units, go, go, go.

Police! Run now!

We'll look after her now.

It's okay.

I thought your gift was keeping your

distance. Aye.

Maybe I should have taken note of my
caterer.

Left nothing to chance.

Take good care of him, eh?

How'd it result?

Oh, yeah.

Where the hell is Moe?

Thank you.

Thank you.

Siri?

The cause of death is fixation.

Only means it was. She was dead before
she was put out to dry.

What with the blood?

That's from where her nasal septum was
crushed. The pressure of her hand,

probably. You think this was similar to
the way that Dee Faraday was killed?

Very. As well as the attempt to destroy
forensics. Using water, now heat.

There's a modus operandi.

As fixed as the market leader when it
comes to murder, we're both either

distinctive. But we have Dee's killer.

How could he have murdered Sadie when he
was locked up?

Meaning Craig didn't kill Dee either.

Which only leaves McLeish.

I know it's not what you want to hear.

Look, hang on. There's no point going
after him, guns blazing.

It won't help.

Look, questioning yourself's fair
enough.

Given what we had in Craig, given we had
nothing solid on Mo, I would have done

the same.

Look, you can't go blaming yourself for
this. She told me... What?

Came round.

Mo was there.

We knocked her about.

What exactly did she tell you?

That Mo could have been the killer.

Let me get this for better.

Sadie Macphail told you that Mo could
have been the killer?

She's lied before to make sure Mo got
released.

Making you what?

Two sides of the same coin.

She lied and then when she caused the
truth you don't pass it on because you

wanted Strack and as bad as she wanted
Mo.

Where do you think you're going?

Anywhere, as long as it's not here.

You stay put. You're going to be the
charge for this.

In fact, I'll get back to you.

What?

Look, I know Robbie's screwed up. But we
should offer support.

Never for the grace, all that bullshit.

Yeah.

Yeah, we should.

A colleague got things wrong.

As a result, an informant is dead.

I'll leave you to work out how you deal
with that.

One or two of you might be secretly glad
Robbie had it coming.

But for my part, I think the best
response is to try to get him out of a

To that end, I want McLeish found. I
want all loose ends tied up. That means

Cahoon. That means the stepdad.

But if the same killer struck twice...
We don't know for certain the murders

connected. Not yet. So all lines stay
open.

Now, let's start doing things properly.

Jack, I want... Have you got any idea
where Robbie is?

A few guesses.

Take some time out. Check he's all
right.

Brought that one on myself.

Aren't you supposed to be on Faraday?

I am.

I think I've found out why I didn't have
much of an alibi.

Well, go on.

Look at this here. Go on, Stuart.

Robbie, what the hell are you doing?

You shouldn't be here.

Patterson's gunning for you, is it? I've
unfinished business.

Like what?

Mo McLean.

Sadie said he'd never let go of his tit.
That's why she needed him sent down.

So you think he'll still try and see
her? Not if I get to him first. Oh,

be stupid. You're in deep enough.

Think I don't know that?

My informant's dead. Her child is waking
up wondering where her mother is.

It's all down to me.

It's no reason.

We haven't established the murders are
the work of the same man.

That's not what I'm hearing.

Your killer struck a second time, whilst
my son was in your cells.

Surely the most watertight of alibis.

The truth is, the only reason you
continue to hold them is you're loath to

such a high -profile error. Wrong.
Believe me, going public in this would

me great pleasure.

Starting with young Craig's artistic
endeavours.

Falsifying evidence hardly suggests a
clear conscience, Alex.

My son has been crass and naive.

But then so have I.

I told Sergeant Reid Craig had never had
blackouts before.

That wasn't exactly true.

So why did you?

Craig asked me.

He was scared you'd use his condition
against him.

I knew I should have said no. Well,
since you're such a family man, Sheriff,

don't you give thought to spending more
time with your son?

A lot more time.

I'll take what's coming.

All I ask is my son be released.

Sir, could I have a word?

Sure. I know we're finished in here.

Your son stays sheriff.

What the hell is it we wrote me?

The more I try and keep these nuts out
of the fire... The problem is that I

think he's past catering.

Where's Mo?

Where is he? I don't know. I haven't
seen him.

I've got my wiener up here.

Stop them. He's marching to the end.

Get up.

What do you think you're playing at, you
stupid bastard?

There's no enough of your pissing your
career away. You want to be up for a

murder charge as well.

Tell him it needs walking up. I never
told Sadie. You shut up. The next time

I'll be pulling them off you.

I knew that that bitch was

grassing me.

I got told.

And I went round there to teach her a
lesson. Aye, killing somebody's a kind

hard lesson. But why would I?

Were you knowing she was fingering me,
I'd need to be mad.

So what? It was an accident? Just got a
wee bit out of hand?

I went round there to give her a doing.

But more than that, to get her in my way
now.

I didn't see why Marie should have to
keep up on her ma's account.

Meaning what? Well, her fracking had
found out about Sadie. It went

And I didn't want my wee lassie growing
up with her ma.

Just ask yourself, would I do that
again?

And even if I wanted her dead, why would
I score this when I could have just

given her his fracking?

Lock him up. Oh, come on!

Wait, I'm being set up here!

I've been so sick of you trying to do
that!

Please!

Please.

She's a Faraday.

Custody Sergeant said you were a bit
upset.

What about?

Just fell trapped.

Had no room to think.

Well, if it's any comfort to you,
medical records confirm your story.

And don't quote me, but you could be out
soon.

Your records also mention that you were
trapped in the car with your mother.

How did it happen?

Dad blames himself.

But the crash report said there was
nothing he could have done.

Doesn't stop him going on like he's
guilty.

Is that why he clings so hard to you
now?

So when you said you felt trapped, you
meant...

Look,

Craig, I don't know all that's been
going on, but we all need to cut the

Maybe it's time we did.

How did you go on to me?

It was the small things.

Like your phone records showing no
evening calls.

Your accident was at first light.

So I wondered why anyone who was out of
work would be up so early.

I was cleaning.

I was knackered.

If you're working, why did you give us a
false alibi? I've been lying about this

for so long. It becomes second nature.

I'm no throw -the -book seat.

I know I shouldn't have.

But you're so worried about your
neighbour to find out it wasn't you. I

thinking straight, OK?

Look, I'm sorry for wasting your time.

So where were you on that night?

I can't remember.

This mob won the local authority
contract, all public buildings.

We go all over.

McLeish is not, repeat, not our only
suspect.

Yes, I know he fits the profile.

Meaning what?

You bought all that garbage about him
being framed? I bought nothing. For the

fact, as Mo told us, he knew Thaney was
a grass.

That's why he killed her. So why give
her the motive and a plate knowing it

would strengthen our case?

Ah.

Speak up, Robbie. Flo's open.

I'm with Jackie.

I mean, no one needs Mo McLeish out of
the frame more than me, but he's sharp.

You said so yourself.

The more pooched a story, the harder it
is to break down. And who'd bother

framing him? Oh, Strachan. Mo's got too
much on him. Wouldn't make sense.

Yeah, maybe not.

But I'm not having some smart -ass
lawyer throw it back at me later.

So let's go back over everything.

Stuartie, you had something to the
stepdad.

Only that he lied about his alibi to
cover the fact he was working.

I'm verifying it.

This is stupid.

We're chasing our arses here. McLeish is
our killer.

I'll take what I'm due, boss, rather
than see that lowlife bastard slip the

again. He's lying. In recent form,
Robbie, I would hesitate to put yourself

forward as an expert on who to believe
and who not.

That was custody.

Our suspect wants to make a statement.

Not more.

Yeah, that's right.

I'll hold.

Two killings, right?

The only person who had a motive both
times.

Momoclish. I mean, logically, what other
answer is there? A different motive.

One we haven't found yet.

Like what? You kill a young prostitute,
why strike again a few days later

unless... Unless there was no motive.

What do you mean?

What if killing Sadie was some sort of
cover -up steering in the wrong

direction?

But to do that, you'd have to know what
we'd got in the first place.

No one else could.

Yeah. That's right, Faraday.

Are you sure?

No, it's okay.

Thanks.

What's up?

Lyle told me he was cleaning on the
night of Dee's murder.

According to the firm, he signed off
early.

Cleaning? Yeah. The firm's got the local
authority contract.

You know, public buildings.

Like here, you mean?

I suppose so.

Do the favour, Stuart.

Get the forensic report in Dee's body.

I did see her.

Dee Faraday?

Yeah.

I was with her.

You went to her for sex?

I remember her asking Philly money.

I think she thought it was naive.

Then we were arguing.

That's all I remember.

After that, it's all a blur.

Only when I got back home, my wrists
were bruised.

As if someone had tried holding them.

To defend themselves.

I think I did.

Craig, why didn't you tell us this
before?

My dad said not to.

Get Cahoon in here!

Make sure the papers have got a head
start.

I want pictures of our sheriff all over
the front pages, preferably in cuffs.

Boss, you might want to hold off on
that. I don't think Craig's our man.

While Faraday gave no alibi, he knew
he'd break it. Find out he'd skived off

night of Dee's murder.

It's confirmed.

And Robin reckons that the trace found
under Dee's skin could have come from

some sort of cleaning material.

The sort of thing Faraday would handle
every night.

But I thought we were going in the
theory that the same person killed both

girls.

There's no way that Faraday would have
known enough... Correction.

He'd every opportunity.

The farm he moonlights for, they clean
here.

Right. Bring him in.

And you'd better start praying you're
right, because if Lyle Faraday killed

those girls, then you're in the clear.

I'd hoped you'd take longer.

Time enough for me to bury her, at
least.

It wasn't like everyone wanted to make
out.

What?

Dirty.

I never talked to her that way.

But you killed her.

I didn't mean to.

You found out Dee was telling her body,
right?

I guess long before I knew.

Only I blocked it out.

I was just glad she had money to keep up
with her maze.

Then I heard this guy bragging about a
deaf kid who did it for a twenty.

So you followed her to make sure it was
true?

That's when I seen her get in a car with
a man.

My heart broke.

Up until then, I would hope she was just
selling drugs.

Anything. But no rat.

What then?

I was set to go.

I thought, where the next day?

I couldn't bring myself to.

I felt I had to be there for her.

And I saw her with this guy in a kilt,
and he was bartering like she was cheap

meat.

I grabbed him, threw him to his blood on
him.

Poor Biddy.

How did she react to seeing you?

She ran.

But I had to make her listen.

Only when I grabbed her, she started
screaming.

I put my hand over her face.

I was worried people would come and see
what she'd become.

I wanted to protect her. But instead...
You bastard!

You bastard!

Why? She loved you more than she ever
loved me.

You should have killed me too. Come on.

I didn't mean to hurt her.

But he was my angel. No.

You attacked her in the heat of the
moment.

But you couldn't cope with what you'd
done getting out. Please. You killed her

to cover your guilt, the same reason you
killed Sadie McPhail. Who?

You saw your daughter get into Mo
McLeish's car, and now you saw a reason

him up. You're wrong. So you killed
again to make it look like him. I don't

understand.

Who are you talking about?

I killed Dee.

No one else.

Not parody. Are you sure?

I killed his stepdaughter. We insist
Sadie's murder wasn't about him.

Yeah, well, he would. With Dee, he can
say with an accident, I don't know if I

can kill him, he becomes premeditated.

Trouble is, Jackie, I believe him. All
right, let's hold our horses here.

Whatever you believe, Lyle could still
be a double killer. I'm afraid not, sir.

I spoke to his firm again. At the time
Sadie was killed, Faraday was working.

What? He was putting in overtime.

I've got the names of three witnesses.

What is it with this case? It's just
full of dead ends.

It's like somebody's pulling my bloody
strings.

So if Faraday killed Dee, we're now
looking for two killers?

Any similarity in the cases was pure
coincidence.

Yeah, well, we'll deal with that
whenever there's a chance to think.

First off, Cahoon.

I thought Craig was in the clear.

I meant his father.

Keep score for me, would you, Sheriff?

Fabricating evidence, obstructing a
murder inquiry, inciting perjury. Just

long a jail sentence are we up to so
far?

And you know the worst of it?

You've no need.

Your son didn't kill Dee Faraday.

We've got the man who did.

But if you think that's an end to you...
Give me some credit, Mr Burke.

I know there'll be repercussions.

If it means anything, I've already
tendered my resignation.

Oh, no.

No, you don't get away that easy.

Time I'm finished, you'll all be trusted
to judge a high P contest.

You're your worst, Chief Inspector.

My son's coming home.

That's all I care about.

Time to go.

Why what, Inspector?

Why risk everything for your son?

You've answered your own question.

I'm all Craig has.

After his mother died, I promised to
protect him.

No matter what the cost?

When it comes to blood, you don't count
the cost.

Simple as that.

Why not?

Well, there has to be a line you tend to
yourself.

None of us are above the law.

And I'll pay for disregarding that.

I wasn't thinking of you.

Dee Faraday was killed by her
stepfather.

All the poor bastard wanted was to
protect her from a big bad world.

Same as you with Craig.

I don't understand.

I thought the suspect you arrested was a
pimp.

The one mixed up with your informant.
The girl make fail?

No, we got it wrong.

It wasn't him.

Good luck.

Okay, son.

Can we go?

I mean, let's get you out of here.

Sure.

Thanks.

Come on, Sam.

There was no conspiracy.

What we have is two murders committed
for different reasons.

Dee Faraday died at her stepfather's
hands. We know that much. As for Sadie

McPhail... Mo McLeish.

The reason being me.

Oh, would you give us peace, Robbie?
You're like a stuck record.

Yeah, Mo could be the killer. He almost
certainly is.

but the only way we're going to know for
sure is by conducting a professional

inquiry. Which will prove that her death
was my fault. And that comes before

anything else.

What do you mean? Like who told Mo she
was a grass?

You see, in my book, that makes them as
culpable as Mo. But then in your current

state, I doubt you share that.

The trouble is, McLeish is not likely to
tell us.

And if he does, can we believe him?

Agreed.

Unless... we find somewhere he's nothing
to gain by lying.

Before I say anything, I want a deal.

Witness protection.

What? Swap that big fancy hoose for a
high -rise.

Scream at neighbours and lift his ankle
deep in junkies' piss. Better than sit

in the jail waiting for a bullet.

You see, the people I've been dealing
with are like me where they can see me.

Which says to me that you know much of a
position to stay at turns.

What do you want?

Everything.

They left that with something that's
bothering Robbie.

Why make the pick -up yourself, Willie?

You usually steer well clear of the
action. Because that shite McLeish let

down right to the death.

Too late to just dump the load.

He said he'd had a call.

Somebody warning him.

Did he say who's wrong?

No.

Just that he was being tailed. And what
about Sadie?

Did most of the end about what he
intended for her?

Sadie?

Has she got to do anything?

I told Strachan that yous were telling
me and it was all to do with that D

being killed.

And when you told him you didn't know
who the warning was from?

Well, that was the truth. I got a phone
call. I didn't recognise the voice.

All he said to me was that Sadie was
giving you enough to lock me away for a

long time and that the pick -up was a
trap.

You said Sadie was talking to me?

Aye. Detective Inspector Ross, he said.

You sure?

Aye. He had a posh voice. Dead clear. No
mistake.

So he definitely knew that Sadie was my
informant. Aye. Sure. Why?

Boss, I know who's been pulling our
strings.

Still is.

Stuart and I figured that Sadie was
killed either by Moe or by someone who

wanted to make her think that he'd
killed both victims.

But when Lyle owned up to Dee's murder,
that second option sunk without a trace.

Go on.

And left Sadie's killer.

wasn't out to protect themselves.

And Leith, what they were doing was
protecting the person they thought was

guilty of Dee's murder.

Alex Cahoon, you genuinely thought your
son was guilty?

That's why you got him to lie.

Craig, listen, what you are... You're
accusing the man of murder. Why not?

I mean, he knew I was investigating both
cases, and there's something been

niggling me.

Cahoon let it slip that he knew Sadie
was my informant now.

How did he know that?

He had access.

Nobody was going to question him having
a wander around on his own. Exactly.

I'm the reason you are how you are.

A man could have found out whatever he
wanted. He was above suspicion.

Everything you do is about tying me in.

Stopping me ever living my own life.

And if I don't go now, I can't be sure I
ever will.

What about you?

What you owe me?

So it was a hell of a jump from lying to
murder.

Know of the thing you care most about,
is it, Refk?

Come on.

There's definitely someone in there.

Try the back.

You two run the side.

Pause.

Get down!

Robbie! Stay down, Jackie.

Okay, Craig.

Take it easy, son.

No one's after killing anybody.

Robbie, can you move?

Yeah.

Listen up, Craig.

I'm going to ask my officer to stand up
and slowly walk away. Is that okay with

you, son?

Robbie, do as I tell you.

It's fine, boss.

Craig doesn't mean us any harm.

I'm crying out loud. Robbie!

Because I shouldn't understand that.

It's nothing.

And I'll be fine.

Don't worry.

Put out code 21.

I want an ARV here, now!

Where's your father, Craig?

Don't. Don't touch him.

What's going on?

You know.

We know your father killed Sadie
Macphail.

Did he tell you? Said he had you
followed.

It was part of a corruption thing he
told them.

Only that meant he knew everything.

He said he did it all, even killed her
to protect me.

You don't believe that?

What else would he?

To keep me here.

Trapped, so that I can never escape.

Whatever his reasons, Craig, I need to
know that he's okay.

His pulse is weak, Craig.

He's going to have to let me get help.
No.

This is what he wanted.

I said I'd not let him box me in again.

That he couldn't use what he'd done to
make me stay.

But he said if I went, he'd have nothing
left.

Only guilt.

I'd have to live with that.

With what I'd driven him to.

If you let him die, then he'll be right.

Question is, Craig, are you going to let
him do that to you?

Are you, Craig?

Or is it time to call a halt?

Okay.

You went down. I thought it was more
than just a scrape.

What's that, Jackie?

The interest you get to sympathy?

I don't know. I have my moments.

The day they finally throw the book at
you, I'll be the first to offer my

shoulder.

Aye, well, you'd better get some
practice in then.

I don't know.

I think we've got a while to go yet.

Jackie, go look at who and see when we
can interview.

Sure.

Well, I hope that's how you assist them.

What's that, boss?

I've got no need for heroes, Robbie.

Or crusades. Just good detectives.

You keep that in mind, and you and me
will get along fine.

Get patched up, get back on board.

Thanks for the grapes.