All language subtitles for Taggart s18e01 Hardman

Now, I promised before that I'd not lie
to you. And I intend to keep that

promise.

No one owes us a living.

The facts are there.

Increased productivity, matched foreign
yards are except the inevitable.

The order goes abroad and we die.

Yeah, can I ask something?

What is it this time, Gray?

If you're on your usual soapbox, I'll
give you the same answer I always do.

Safety takes priority over everything
else in this yard. No, that's not what I

want this time.

You say you've got a lot to lose, but
what if things do go wrong?

That's an option I'm not considering. I
know.

Who loses?

Us? You? We all do.

Listen, Michael, if you've a grievance,
bring it to the committee.

Committee? Aye, that really helped
before, didn't it? Isn't this something

can sort out in your own time?

Now, can I continue?

I'm not finished.

Yes, you have.

Right.

Thank you.

Now, I promised before that I'd not lie
to you. No one owes us a living, as I

said earlier.

We have to be the masters of our own
destiny.

Doesn't Michael deserve a bit of
support?

I'm talking to you. Listen, don't lie to
me.

You're back in your uni, tucked up safe
and sound. You'll still be here,

grafting in all weathers. Well, that's
if Michael hasn't closed the place.

You know, maybe you should stop
encouraging him before he gets in too

Ian, have a word.

Why should I help him?

Because you'd be doing something halfway
decent for once.

What is it with you and my dad? Does he
have some sort of hold on you?

What sort of hold, you hovering man?

Get off limits, do you?

What are you doing down here, then?

Right, Walton, whisk you know what? Hey,
easy wee man.

We're on the plane.

Michael!

Well, think about what you said.

I'll get back to you.

Michael, it's not how... Look, I'm
trying to get him. I care.

Look, if he's what you want, then you
go.

Hello?

Well, I don't want to talk to you.

Of course I want to settle things, but
it's not that simple.

Aye, but it's... Alright, where?

I'll be there.

Ten.

Ah, smell that, Robbie.

Takes decades of decay to get just the
right pungency.

I thought it was the sewage.

Morning, sir.

What's through here?

Well, this is our novelty.

When it's one of us, we get sorted.

Cart the poor sod off and back to work.
There's none of this.

Mr Gavin Logan, union convener.

Apparently, safety in the yard is a bit
of a hot potato.

What happens in here?

Mostly unused, sir.

Security found the body. They thought he
must have broken in and got caught up

in the machine.

Hi, Matthew.

Right,

well, he was male, mid to late 20s, but
even that's more informed guesswork than

anything else.

They found what was left of him down
there.

First of all, we thought he must have
missed his footing, fallen into the

machine's jaws and triggered it.

And why did you change your mind?

Simple. The usual signs of crushes fixed
there aren't present. There's no deep

engorgement to speak of. In layman's
terms, he was dead long before the

machinery got to grips with him.

Putrefaction suggests at least ten
hours.

So killed last night and then dumped
here.

And who was he?

Sir named Wilson, initial I.

Found a pay slip.

Ian Wilson?

Do you know him? Uh -huh.

Arrested him.

Here.

What did you do him for?

Criminal damage.

Years back.

Wilkinson took a claw hammer to her
neighbour's car. What sort of feud?

Phil, have order division check. There's
no still rumbling on.

Meantime, who's in charge here?

MD's McCabe. Tommy McCabe.

The doctor's just over here, sir. Behind
the shed.

I think he's expecting us. Better look
out for your little black number, eh?

They're saying it's one of ours after
all.

Never mind.

A criminal investigation?

Well, I suppose I should be thankful.

Thankful? Well, at least I won't have
the union shouting about corporate

manslaughter.

So how long will your investigation
last?

As long as it takes.

Of course.

As I said, Mr McCabe, we have a possible
identification of the deceased.

Does the name Wilson mean anything?

Ian Wilson?

Electrician, works here.

Do you know of any friction in the yard
involving Mr Wilson?

Look, as long as they do a full day, I
have very little to do with the men.

Wilson I met once.

What were the circumstances?

I put him under probation.

Petty theft.

But you kept him on.

Well, obviously.

Look, I really can't... We'll need to
talk to your workforce, Mr McCabe.

I hope that's not too inconvenient.

A man's all heart.

I'd be all but apologised if I clipped
him up his yard with a cork.

Robbie. Yeah, Division confirmed the
feud had died off. Both families left

area. Pity.

Still, at least we've got names to begin
on with. First rule, Stuart.

Find out how the victim lived. That'll
tell us why he died.

Right, so you and me take this place.

You two get tonight's star prize.

Next to Ken.

Oh, no.

What's he done now?

D. Kerwell?

Aye.

Do you mind if we talk inside?

I'd like to build a picture.

Anything you or your colleagues tell us
might be useful.

Like who Ian's mates were, who he didn't
get on with.

You know, that sort of thing.

We might have killed him, you mean.

Why not?

Save us a lot of luck.

My office is up there.

Maybe it'd be easier if I fetched
someone.

Say your mother.

Don't bother.

Do you not get on?

I've not seen her.

Since when?

Since me and Ian moved in together.

Is she not approved?

How old were you?

Fifteen.

Only she didn't care about that.

All she ever wanted was to get shot at
me.

The only one who cared was Bud.

Who's Bud? My brother.

But he'd get really mad about you being
older.

Do you think he was worth mentioning?

An older brother who hated Wilson
fiddling with his wee sister?

No.

Oh, come old -fashioned, but why is it I
see the word motive lit up in fairy

lights? If I didn't mention it, it's
because I didn't think it was

I should have ran everything past you
for approval.

No, don't take the high ground, Robbie.

The fall's much greater from up there.

For the record, didn't mention Budge
because nobody is.

Barlinnie, doing a nine -year stretch.

You tell me how he got out five years
early to kill Ian Wilson.

All ears.

Hello, Michael, it's... Hi, it's Michael
here. Please leave a message here.

Michael, I need to talk to you before
anyone else does.

So please call me, OK?

This is a shipyard.

The place is full of know -it -alls.

No -one's actually come straight out and
pointed the finger, Mr Logan.

Nonetheless, it fits.

There have been, what, four, five math
layers here.

Yet each time Wilson was safe despite
being on probation.

Now that sounds to me like somebody was
giving him the kid glove treatment.

I wouldn't know.

Really? You the union man, no ability to
spot a boss's lackey. I would have

thought that would have got right up
your nose.

If it was that simple, maybe.

You're the one handing out labels.

So correct me.

Men create their own destiny, but not in
circumstances of their own choosing.

Marks. Not Groucho, the other one.

Meaning what, exactly?

I'm a pragmatist, Mr Burke.

Ian Wilson was whatever society made
him. All right, spare me the red flag,

It'd be my only interest to find out who
killed the lad, and I don't believe

that Wilson could have got by here
without somebody getting a hum.

Me.

Sir.

Got a name.

Someone that failed to show today.

A Michael Gray.

All we need is for you to identify a few
pieces of clothing, okay?

Now, do you remember what Ian was
wearing the last time you saw him?

Jeans.

Trailers.

Yeah.

When was that?

Yesterday morning.

What about last night?

Didn't you worry where he was?

He didn't.

Okay, I'll make you patronise him!
What's all this?

You okay?

I'm fine.

Don't need patronising.

Is that right?

What's your name here?

Helen. McCain?

Aye. The bossy donkey.

The biggest slut of the world.

My sweetheart, I don't know who you are.
Sorry.

Steve the dead boy's partner. But
there's something else you should know.

Her brother's got form?

Violent? Yeah, and he's in Barlinnie. We
have been through this. No, Robbie, he

won't. Wait a minute, wait a minute.
What do you want to tell me what's

happening here?

Badger Kerr will get weekend relief.

Although he never went back. He's still
missing.

And he hated Wilson with a vengeance.

And my information was that Budge
Carwell wouldn't breathe fresh air for

two years minimum. Don't squirm, Robbie.
You'll make the arse of your trousers

all shiny.

So what else haven't you told us?

I knew him and Wilson didn't get on.

I knew Wilson was keen on D.
Carwell's...

I just used that information.

How used?

I persuaded Wilson to grass on Budge.
Oh, terrific.

As if he hadn't got enough motive. No.
There's no way Budge could have found

out. I kept it unofficial. An
unregistered grass.

Robbie, all you had to do was beat a
confession out of the guy, you'd have a

full house.

Anyway, that can wait.

Jackie, talk us through the gallery.

Michael Gray.

Worked with Wilson. Hasn't been seen
since he died.

We're picking up there was some friction
between the two, sir. Make it

imperative we find him. Jackie, Robbie,
he's yours.

Er, boss, I'd like to go after Budge.
You'll do as you're told.

Next, the sifter, Dee. Where are we at
with her?

Forensics are at her flat, sir.

Right, keep me posted.

Meantime, surety, we'll see what she's
got to say for herself.

Shall we?

So what was the fight with Helen McCabe
about?

What do you think?

You know, he knew to tell me about him
and her.

Seeing me cry turned him on.

Was that the only way he got his kicks?

Is that why you're no more upset?

He battered me.

Doesn't mean I'm glad he's dead.

And how about Budge?

You tell him how Wilson was treating
you.

Maybe you reckon he could sort things.

What did you keep on about my brother
for?

I thought he was still in jail. Come on,
Dee, he's been out for the best part of

a week.

Don't tell me he hasn't popped in.

He hasn't.

Honest to God.

There's definitely someone in there.

Where are these backing onto?

The canal.

Oh, great. If I stood here, Michael Gray
could be halfway to Drum Chapel.

Oh, take it easy, Robbie.

Police. We're looking for Michael Gray.

I'm his father. He's not here.

Can we come in? Why?

What do you want with Michael?

Routine inquiries.

Unless, of course, you've got some
reason for not letting us in.

Thank you.

Is this what you do for a living?

Barging into houses.

Accusing folk.

So, when did you last see him?

I asked you what it was you wanted of
him.

Just give us an answer, will you?

There's been an incident in the yard.

We want to ask him some questions.

Well, he never had breakfast, I would
have heard, but I sleep through there.

Last night at the back of 10, I heard
him go upstairs and then straight back

again. Did he say where he was going?

Michael never looked in, did you?

Heard him moving about upstairs and
then... Where would he have gone?

I'm the way's keeper.

Was his bed slept in?

How would I know?

I've no got the puff to go up there.
Look, are you done here or what? For a

minute, yes. But if Michael does come
back, you be sure and tell us, eh?

Oh, I must add, I'll polish my sheriff's
badge.

Special.

Hello? Who is this?

Michael, talk to me.

Please.

We're a fool of a figure. I can do you
four for the price of three.

I know I'm going to hate myself later
with you, but I'll pass, thanks.

Nay buying, nay fondling.

Bud Kerwell.

Nay bringing any bells?

Well, I know he uses the post office for
cashing more on his gyros.

Also, he's on walkabout from Berlin. Any
idea what he's been up to? Well, you

should have the imagination for that.

What about other creature comforts, like
beating the shit out of the scumbag

that was battering his kid?

Well, he was yelling about putting a
little creep six feet under.

Just yelling?

That's all I've heard. Gospel.

Right, here.

Say a bit more honestly, will you? See
if Bud's actually been true to his word.

Oh, here.

Clean fair, in case you get knocked
down.

You think Ian's girlfriend set Thelma on
him?

We're just exploring possibilities.

Well, if she did, she got it wrong.

Not that I blame her.

Girls like Dee, they see someone like me
working with their men and imagine a

threat.

Someone different, you mean?

No, I'm the same.

It's just privilege allowed me to see
above the parapet.

What exactly are you doing at the yard?

A course break from uni.

So what's the truth about you and Ian?

The truth is that nothing happened.

You made it up?

The male ego.

Have you not heard of it?

Look, I wasn't interested in Ian. And
how about your father?

Sorry? How did he and Ian get on?

How should I know?

Why didn't you ask him?

Look, I'm cold. Can I get dressed,
please?

Just one more thing.

Did Ian have any enemies?

Was there anyone threatening him?

Whose car is that?

What are you doing here?

I'm just asking your daughter some
questions.

Is this how you normally conduct
interviews?

It's purely routine. Daddy, I'm fine.

You're half -dressed.

You're finished here, son.

Now beat it.

And next time, phone and make an
appointment.

Listen to me.

You have nothing to tell them.

Do we understand each other?

Mr Akira Akija, please.

McCabe. He knows who I am.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll hold.

Good news on Burge Kerwell.

He was picked up in St. Enoch.

He was D &I.

Uniform had him four hours before they
realised we wanted him. Get the doc on

him, Jackie. Check we're clear of the
interview.

Yes, arranged, sir.

Stuartie, what does McCabe have to say
for herself?

Denied anything to do with Wilson.

When asked about enemies, she clammed
up.

Yeah, I figured.

I mean, she wouldn't want to say
anything, not if she wanted to keep

of things.

Go on.

That's a speculation, but I thought it
worthwhile taking another look at

Gray's phone.

Yeah, I've done that, Robbie.

He was arrested.

Anti -nukes protested. Kid stuff.

Yeah, yeah, I know, right, but then I
checked the names of the people who were

arrested with him. One of them was Helen
McCabe. What if Michael had his eye on

Helen and then heard the rumours about
Helen and Wilson?

What, and murdered him out of jealousy?

No doubt it. No, I agree.

But until we know for sure nothing's in,
nothing's out, including hearts and

flowers. Jackie, get back over there.
Ask the boys further.

Yes, sir.

So what's this, Robbie?

Trying to gain brownie points?

Karen?

No, Sheila.

We got that positive victim ID here.

Well, to help if the cadaver wasn't
crushed flat.

Tomorrow. Earlier.

No, I was bringing this.

It's the forensic results from D.
Carwell's flat.

Now, I heard you'd arrested the brother.

In which case, you will want that.

Blood traces?

Aye, sure.

Why not?

So you're admitting to the murder of Ian
Wilson? No, what I'm saying is, if

you're stuck for somebody to pin it on,
go ahead.

Except it wouldn't be murder.

Just killing that little shite would be
an act of mercy.

For who?

Your sister?

Aye, her as well, aye.

And loads more.

Just you ask the folk, he intimidated
out of houses.

Or graft.

Heroes.

Giving you even more motive to kill him.

Only I didn't.

So where's your alibi?

I was at a drinking club off the Tron
Gate.

Can't remember who else was there or who
might have seen me. Are you looking for

an argument, pal?

Because if you are, you'll no get one.

I'd save a hundred percent chance of a
conviction.

Your memory was so slow. No, and if I
had, I'd talked to him. I'd remember.

I'd even buy the video.

All right, budge.

All right, let's say I believe you.

That leaves just one thing.

The traces of the victim's blood found
at your sister's flat.

See, somebody went back there after the
deed and tried washing the evidence

away. Now, if not you... Who?

Jackie, where are we at with Michael
Gray?

I've put out an all -ports warning, sir.

But is he our killer?

Well, it's possible.

I mean, maybe Robbie was right about him
being, you know, the jealous type.

Very rarely at home. Maybe he sees
Helena the way out.

Well, enough to kill to get what he
wanted.

Sir, that was the commercial bank.

Someone's trying to use Wilson's cash
card at the Govan Hill brand. They got

nothing. The hole in the wall swallowed
it.

So whoever took Wilson's card presumably
took it after he was dead, making him

either an accomplice... Or the murderer
acting alone.

Aye, well, we can discount Budge, cos
he's still here.

Well, there's an easy way to find out
who was using it.

These cash machines have got cameras in
them. Whoever used the card will be on

tape.

The card was used just after 1448.

It's amazing how many people still use
cash to pay their bills. More scandalous

than that, Stuart.

Some of us still wear 1 ,000 feet and
inches.

What's that? Stuff we ask the bank for.

It's Wilson's account details.

Come on, Stuart, let's see.

Show us our killer.

She'll just be coming up now.

Well, whoever it is, they're not as
stupid as they look.

So where did that leave it?

Jackie?

Michael Gray had something going with
Helen.

So did our victim.

Result of friction.

Get down to the yard, see if anybody can
put meat on that story, eh? Sure,

you stick with this videotape. Get one
of your pals to enhance it, or whatever

the hell it is they do.

Robbie?

Sorry, are we disturbing you?

Eh, no, no, I was just, um... What do
you make of this?

Whoever tried to get money out of
Wilson's account could have ended up a

man. There's near 30K in there. All paid
in over the last two years, all from

the same payee, Furnell.

The bookie.

Yeah, the same, Stuart.

So why would a dodgy, tough accountant
be paying that to Wilson?

Well, people do win now and again, you
know, Inspector.

Obviously, it's not a habit we like to
encourage.

I don't think so, Mr Furnell.

We're talking 12 big wins in the last
two years, just under 30 grand.

Even so.

Do you know what?

I've often said, if my punters put the
same sweat into a job, we'd have more

millionaires around here than Monte
Carlo.

And these punters, do they carry on
being lucky?

See, Ian Wilson didn't. He got himself
killed.

But then we reckon he never was that
lucky.

And these winnings paid in weren't
exactly what they were made out to be.

I don't know what you're talking about.
And I've known them to be pissed around!

Now, either you help us, or we go
through your books to find out who else

laundering money for.

It was nothing criminal.

No. I wonder if the revenue will see you
that way.

How much of your business will you have
left when they're done with you, do you

think?

All right.

I got given cash.

A wee bit on top.

All I had to do was to pay in cheques to
look like winnings. That's better.

Leaving one thing.

Who's the paymaster?

I can't tell you that.

Do you think I want to get a phone call
for you boys at three in the morning and

tell me this place is bummed down? Did I
say anything about choice?

If you got a call for the revenue,
you'll not have a place to burn down.

He's from the shipyard.

McCabe.

Michael?

Is that you, son?

Michael, you there?

We've had the police round.

I thought the gossip was about Mary and
not Michael.

Are you denying it's true?

Of course. Michael's just a kid.

Making you vote.

You got arrested together.

I also spoke to his dad.

He said that you two were an item. So
how about you stop lying to me, Helen?

You're right. I've not told you the
truth.

Michael and I... He just followed me
round.

Like a wee puppy.

But there was a thing between Ian and
me.

Not how everyone makes out, though.

I'm listening.

He tried it on. I said no.

So why let people think there was more?

What would they do? Let them gossip.

What, there's no harm in it?

Is that how Michael sees it?

Well?

Yeah, you're right, boss.

14 cases of criminal damage, harassment,
intimidation. In each one, Wilson was

named as a possible suspect or his
description fits, but nothing was ever

proven. And they cross -matched with his
bank statements?

Uh -huh. Each payment was made soon
after an incident.

11 of the targets were at the yard. The
other three had contacts, you know, a

journalist, that sort of thing. All in a
position to do McCabe down. Let's see

him talk his way out of this.

Hold on. There's more.

One of the workers Wilton intimidated
was Gavin Logan, Mr Karl Marx himself.

And what happened?

Bricked through his window, car trashed.
Seems it worked.

Logan refused to cooperate with the
police inquiry.

Well, that's his problem. Either way, I
think it's high time we had another wee

word with Mr Thomas McCabe.

Sir, could I have a word? Sorry, Jackie,
had to wait. Jackie, it's been an

urgent call.

Thanks, June.

Talked about that kind of feed
relatives.

Yeah, he's got a wife somewhere.

His son's still missing.

Where did you find Mr Gray?

Halfway up the stairs.

That's strange.

He told me he couldn't get up the
stairs.

I wonder what was so important.

You told me before you hardly knew,
Wilson.

All right, that wasn't exactly candid.

Oh, let's not be coy, Mr McCabe. It was
an outright bloody lie.

You paid Ian Wilson to intimidate
anybody that got in your way. I assume

have something to substantiate your
allegation. Oh, I will have. Give me

But that's not what I'm here for. The
lad's dead, and my guess is his killer

somebody he menaced on your orders,
making you responsible.

Utter nonsense.

No, Mr McCabe. We have some names, and
we'll be talking to them. Now, we need

fill in the gaps.

Who else wished Wilton harm? Who else
did you set him on?

All right.

Strictly off the record, yes, I did use
him. I won't deny that.

I'll draw up a list for you.

Hallelujah.

Mr Burke, whatever you might think of
me, I do have a child of my own.

I can fully appreciate what Ian's
parents are going through.

Any help I can give to catch his killer,
I will.

As soon as we get McCabe's list, I want
everybody on it interviewed.

Even if we've talked to them before.

Got a minute, sir?

Aye, just a second.

Now, our priority is to find Wilson's
killer.

But if anybody cares that this should
happen, what McCabe's been up to, we'll

have that as well.

Right. Aye, what is it? You better see
this tape.

Okay, my offer.

It was the suspect covering his face
that put me onto it.

If he was that clever, he wouldn't use
the cash machine near to where he lived.

So he had to get there.

This is from Partick.

Cash machine.

It's the same jacket. The guy with the
hood.

Wait a minute.

That's not Michael Gray.

Ian Wilson.

The dead walk.

Well, at the risk of sounding defensive,
we never actually said the dead boy was

Wilson. Okay, okay, this is not an
exercise in a portion they blame.

The fact is, somebody went to great
lengths to make us think the body was

Wilson. Why?

Well, if you're the killer, What better
way to cover your tracks?

And Wilson had every reason to want
himself assumed dead. He'd budged to

about it.

Right, this is what we're going with.

Wilson and Michael were both after the
same girl. There was a rammy.

Wilson came out on top, he killed
Michael, dumped the body, and then had

brainwave to kit him out on his own
clothes. Getting Budge off his back at

same time.

Visit Mr Greyjack. He'd get a DNA
sample.

Right, let's find Wilson.

Why?

Michael never harmed anyone.

We're not sure that it is Michael yet.

That's why we have to compare DNA.

You would be asking if you weren't sure.

I'm sorry.

You heard noises in Michael's room the
night of the murder?

You thought it was him only.

Well, it couldn't have been.

Do you think there was any reason that
Wilson might have been going through

Michael's things?

Why would he?

I don't know.

The officer said she found you on the
stairs.

I thought I heard Michael.

But it was Helen.

I recognised her perfume.

And the night of the murder?

Was that Helen too?

Oh, no.

No, that wasn't her.

That was definitely a man's threat.

What was Helen McCabe doing there?

I don't know, but that's twice someone
searched Michael's room. Different

each time.

Looking for what?

Not sure, but you should see his room.
It's like a shrine to safety in the

Every accident there's ever been.

Maybe he had a doubt with somebody.

Yeah, but there's something else there.

Oh, Matthew, we have a positive ID.

DNA confirms the victim was definitely
Michael.

Right. Thanks, Sheila.

What were you saying?

Just that I found this in Michael's
room.

It's a group of people.

Get them printed up.

They'll force them more reason for
killing Michael than just Helen. I want

know.

So if it wasn't Wilson, who was the poor
sod?

We're not releasing any names.

What we need from you is everything you
can tell us about Ian Wilson.

What makes you think I can tell you
anything?

Oh, you're right, Mr Logan.

I was forgetting you two were hardly
comrades in arms, were you?

Wilson was McCabe's bully boy.

Gave that a go at you.

When I first heard that I had you in the
frame as a suspect,

Me? Well, that's when we still thought
the victim was Wilson. Thought maybe you

had refused police assistance because
you wanted to sort things out your way.

Then you were wrong.

Not entirely, no.

See, there's a reason you put up with
Wilson.

Same reason that you and him always
managed to hang on to your jobs.

You both knew how to play the game.

How about Michael Gray?

There's always kids like Michael.

To hear him go on, you'd think he was
the only one that ever cared about

safety. In other words, you and him
should have a common cause.

But what I'm picking up is that you
didn't have much time for him. Why,

didn't bear the kid any grudge. Whatever
went on was nothing. What was going on?

Michael came to me, making some big play
about exposing negligence.

But he couldn't see what that meant.
Everybody knows accidents happen, but

sometimes it pays not to shout too loud.

And does that know why you're here? I'm
also here to protect jobs.

Walk outside the gates, Mr Burke.

I don't see Glasgow's brave new future
in these communities.

I'd rather one man in the hospital than
hundreds on the dole.

Very pragmatic.

Aye, it was.

Look, on another day, I might have
backed the kid.

But he was raving, going on about how
we'd all been sold down the river. Said

he'd proof.

And had he? Of course not.

I think it was more about trying to
impress Helen McCabe.

Sir, we have a fighting.

Wilson checked in on the night of the
murder under a false name.

Paid cash.

Like I said, he's nobody's fool.

How many guests are in there with him?

Four. A couple and two singles.

But he's contained and there's nothing
to say he's armed.

So do we take him?

No.

Nobody's to go near him. Let him run for
a while. Why not, boss? Because we're

missing something, Robbie.

Wilson killing Michael was a bit more
than just sexual rivalry.

Stick with him.

McCabe. Who are these guys?

I'm not sure.

Right, let's take this step by step.

Michael was fixed on making his mark at
the yard. Now, whether that was just to

impress the lovely Helen or whether he
actually had got something, I don't

But either way, Logan was keen to shut
him up.

If Michael had got something, maybe it
was dangerous for Wilson too.

Well, there's one person who can tell
us.

You spun DS read a nice wee romantic
fiction, didn't you?

Two lads after you.

Michael gets jealous, next thing
Wilson's dead.

But that's all it ever was.

Mills and Boone. No, till you said I
thought it was Ian that was dead.

I thought Michael must have killed him.
That's the truth, I swear.

But not the whole truth.

So why don't you fill in the gaps,
starting with what it was you had to

from his room.

Michael was hung up in safety.

And he got something more than just
newspaper clippings, was that it?

How should I know?

Don't mess it around, Helen.

Say Michael had got something
incriminating, who would that hurt most?

Logan?

Wilson?

Daddy?

Your father was pinning everything on
this order.

Did he see Michael as a threat?

You think he set Ian and him to stop
Michael shouting about safety?

No. You couldn't be further from the
truth. Dad wanted Michael to make a

He was setting him up.

That's why I had to try and protect
Michael.

thinking about it.

She knows we've got those photos.

And sooner or later, Miss McCabe's going
to tell us what they mean.

So shall we let her see them?

No.

That's to you for a bit.

I'm going to go and have a word with her
daddy.

What has my daughter got to do with any
of this?

If this is some sort of gambit... No,
it's not.

Michael Gray and Ian Wilson fought. We
can't be sure exactly why, but given

were both interested in Helen, it seems
probable she was the cause.

And has she said as much? In as many
words.

Although I don't think she relishes
having her private life picked over in

court.

She was naive to get mixed up with a
pair of them.

Maybe you should have thought things
through a bit better before letting her

loose in the yard.

So when will you be releasing Helen?

As soon as she's made a full statement.

Thanks for telling me. I'm grateful.

All part of the service, Mr McCabe.

You're meant in court.

Does that mean you're confident of
catching him? Wilson's running an empty.

We're talking days.

Maybe hours.

Jackie. Good.

Get a hold of Robbie.

Tell him to get back up and stand by.

Is this what you were looking for in
Michael's room?

How did you get them?

Did you give them to Michael?

Who are the men with you, Father?

I don't know.

Helen, I think you better start talking.

Michael's dead.

And we both know these photographs have
got something to do with it.

I'm in town already, Robbie.

Keep me posted.

Okay, will do.

I checked with the Taxi Fun boss.

He's heading for Central Station.

All right, Robbie. I'm on my way.

Central Station.

Yes,

Jackie. Helen's told us where the photos
meet, sir.

Good luck.

Listen, Robbie's followed Wilson to
Central Station.

Central? Yeah. Meet me there.

Bring Helen.

Do you think it'll help, sir? Just do
it, Jackie.

Robbie, I'm at the station. You fill
with him.

I'll get back to you.

He's in a tunnel.

Underneath a station.

I think he's heading for the underground
car park.

We're at the top of the stairs now,
Robbie.

He's in the middle of the street side of
the car park with someone.

What do you expect?

Want me to sit there like a moron and
wait for the cops to come round and pick

me up? We need to give it more time.
I'll go down there.

You're going down, T.

Where's my money?

I'm afraid it's not that simple.

You want the police known? You wanted
Michael killed? We killed him, remember?

That's right.

I wanted nothing to do with him.

If he'd grasped you up about your scam,
you'd have ended up in pieces.

I owe it to you that I wasn't.

I knew I could rely on you to clear up
my mess.

I'm sorry, Ian.

So he killed Michael out of greed.

He needed to protect his payoff. And the
Koreans were paying him to lose the

order. So it seems.

And he ruins his daughter's life as
well.

So why?

He had everything going for him.

The McCabe's of this world always want
more, Jack.

The problem is it comes at a price.