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There are three points you have to leave in.

I'm going to leave not three points. I will leave no points I don't feel are

relevant. Three points you have to make in order to make people understand.

Listen. I'm not listening to anybody.

What's funny?

Lloyd doesn't take any shit from anybody.

Not even Miles. Yeah, fine.

At least you can come in the company car.

No, thank you. I prefer my own company.

Have you got your speech on disk, Terence? You'll need it for the

I won't be using a teleprompter, Alistair.

It's all up here.

No more money! No more grief!

No more money!

You nervous, George?

Not at all, Professor Anderson.

I never thought I'd see you share a confidence platform with Terence Lloyd

again. Like everyone else, I'm simply interested to hear what he has to say.

I imagine you're more than just interested.

I'll see you inside.

This is a big day for Wemborne, and we're not going to let it happen.

Come on!

No more clothing!

No more grief!

No more clothing! No more grief! No more clothing! No more

grief! No more clothing!

What's security doing?

Get off!

Off!

Get off!

Leave one more finger on me and I'll sue

you, your company and every fat cab bastard bankrolling this conference.

I've had enough of that.

Alistair, get back in the...

To share with you what can only be described as a breakthrough.

Yeah, a breakthrough.

Oh, God.

What do you reckon?

Oh, it certainly was a bomb.

Directly under the driver's seat.

Huge amount of heat generated.

I mean, the keys just melted in the ignition.

Whoever did this... He wasn't going to let anybody walk away.

Right, since the bomb squad have finished sweeping the hall, let's put

two groups.

Send one to Lloyd's house, the other to the Wenborn building.

Looks like we're dealing with a thorough type here.

Yeah. I want to make sure he hasn't left any plan B surprises anywhere else.

Right.

Right, timer device, trigger mechanisms, they explode with themselves.

I need everything you find as soon as you find it.

Jackie, what have you got for me?

Conference organiser, sir.

Professor Henry Anderson.

Lloyd was one of the leading voices in Europe.

If not the world.

And what field exactly?

Stem cell research.

He was developing a process to cultivate healthy cells to replace damaged or

defective ones.

We may have lost a cure for Alzheimer's or Parkinson's disease today.

Did he use embryos?

That usually gets people fired up.

No.

The demo was more about the funding.

We get our money from multinational pharmaceutical companies, Chief

Terence Lloyd worked for Wernborn. They sponsor our conference.

The anti -globalisation lobby don't approve.

Have there been any other violent incidents?

Dr North had his car pelted with rotten fruit, but nothing like... like this.

Is Dr North around at the moment?

Around?

Yes.

He saw the whole thing.

He got through the protesters. He pulled up and... and then he just... Excuse

me, do you mind if I sit down?

Sure.

Do you need a doctor?

No, no, I'll be fine, thank you. It's just... I was standing right there.

Did you know Dr Lloyd well?

No, no, we worked in the same field, but I didn't know him.

Sir?

Thought you'd be a bit quicker off the mark than this, Cammy. Busy man, Matt.

You know what it's like at Special Branch. Aye, I do.

I'll tell you what I don't miss about working there.

Fanatics. Sex, money, ambition. That's the kind of motives I can get my head

round.

This.

Who'd been keeping tabs on this group?

They've got it in for the multinationals. But the most extreme

have done is put a brick through a coffee shop window.

This doesn't seem like their style.

Maybe they've just got more ambitious.

I can't see it.

Then it wouldn't look too good for the branch if some wee bunch of brown

that you had downed as low risk suddenly went into the terrorist outrage

business. You think I'm looking at this and seeing what it suits me to see? Why

don't you just give me everything you've got in them, and I'll make up my own

mind. The branch won't usually go into sharing information.

True, but since you and me are old pals, that'll no be a problem.

Will it?

Don't beg to rot.

I think you should be there.

Yeah, this is D .I. Ross at Terence Lloyd's house.

Can you see a crime down here?

Need some photographs taken.

Don't talk to me about rules and regulations. I have my own rules and

regulations. I want to go into my office.

Right, that's my orders.

Do you know I've been barred from entering my own building?

And you are?

William Miles, Chief Executive.

Well, once the bomb squad have cleared the building, I'm sure... When the board

has lost a valuable asset today, I owe it to the board... To make sure your

European headquarters aren't blown to buggery.

Do you want to put more of your staff? Sorry.

assets, life's in jeopardy. No, of course I don't. Then I suggest we just

here for the all clear, all right?

OK. On you go, Mr Moyles.

I appreciate this must be a difficult time for you, Mr Grey, but... I'll cope.

No sense feeling sorry for yourself, is there?

How long had you worked together?

Six years.

Long time.

You got on OK with him, then?

Mostly.

I think sometimes Terence thought of me as a necessary evil.

My field is bioinformatics.

Pretend I'm a layman who's got no idea what that means.

I, um, store and study biological data, the kind of information Terence needed

to kick -start his own research.

So was this a joint project?

God, no, no, this is Terry's baby. I did some donkey work, but he was the brains

of the operation.

And you never let us forget it?

Sorry, Miss Fisher? I'm just saying, Terence never let us forget who was

There's always imparting perils of wisdom.

We're going to miss them now.

Yes.

It must feel as if you've lost a friend as well as a colleague.

That's correct, Sergeant.

And no one's going to feel any better until you've brought those maniacs to

book.

Maniacs? I think Mr Moyles was referring to the protesters from the confidence

centre. You think they... Oh, wake up, Tara.

Who else hated Terence Lloyd enough to kill him?

I'll need some help to get this started.

I'm not sure that I can allow that.

Those computers contain highly sensitive and valuable data.

Mr Moyles, we're conducting an investigation into the murder of one of

employees. And I am running the research wing of a multinational drug company.

Access to the PC network is restricted.

And I'll be reminding my staff of the confidentiality. Closing their contracts

before any interrogations can take place. I'm sorry?

But I have my shareholders to consider.

Well, you have your priorities and I have mine.

I'll be back with a warrant, Mr Moyles.

In the meantime, consider this.

Touch anything in here and I'll have you for tampering with evidence.

Sergeant Reid, get a uniform in here.

I had these two at Lloyd's place yesterday.

How do you sleep at night?

Talk to his local Nick.

He reported a break -in. That should give us an idea of how long ago our

interior decorator chum went to work.

Glasgow against globalisation.

We at Special Branch don't think they're capable of this type of attack.

And there's no record of violence at any of their other demos.

So we're talking vegetarian aromatherapists rather than hardcore

Sit -ins in coffee shops and burger chains.

Ringleaders? They don't go in for anything as fascistic as leaders, Matt.

But... This guy's definitely the mouthpiece.

Dylan Ferguson.

He rents a room above a pub twice a month for meetings.

Now, of all the protesters, he's the guy that talks the talk.

But I can't see him being your man, to be honest.

Unless we just get fed up making speeches.

A little less conversation, a little more action.

You doubt my professional instincts, Chief Inspector.

Ask me again when I've used my instincts.

You got an address for this guy?

Naturally.

Good. Right, you keep it the branch file, Stuart. See if they've missed

anything.

Robbie, you get stuck into the stuff from Lloyd's house.

Jackie, we're going to have a chat with this mouthpiece.

People are dying every day. Why?

Because of money. Because of big business.

Stay low to multinationals. Stay low to greed.

I hope that's recycled paper, son.

Very helpful young man at your flat told us where we'd find you. What were his

exact words again, Sergeant Reed?

Dylan's taken the fight onto the streets.

It's called political rhetoric.

Pretty inflammatory language, though, eh?

Well, if you hear it with a policeman's ears, then yes, I suppose so.

Free the Ontario chemical plant bombers.

Whatever ears you hear it with.

Sounds like you're supporting criminal acts.

You ever heard the phrase, by any means necessary?

Malcolm X.

I'm impressed.

I rented the video.

You know, much as I enjoy discussing activism, I've got stuff to do with

Your group was at the conference centre yesterday when the bomb went off. Yes.

I was exercising my democratic right to protest.

I don't like Wemborne or that kind.

What about Terence Lloyd?

The dead guy?

Yeah. The dead guy.

To me, it just means there's one less parasite in the world.

Don't enjoy yourself too much, pal.

A man's dead and we're going to catch whoever did it.

By any means necessary.

No break -ins reported, so I guess Lloyd wasn't too bothered about the graffiti.

How's it going with the special branch files?

Great.

Good. You won't mind having a crack at this, then.

It was him with Lloyd's stuff.

What is it?

Some sort of code.

Since it was set by a genius, I thought another genius might be able to work it

out. Very good, Robbie.

Telly, Stuart, my head is spinning with all this techno speak.

How's that going, Robbie?

It's like watching the Open University with a hangover.

Great, stick at it. Any news about the Warren?

Yeah, they're going to bike it over as soon as it comes through.

Sir, Lloyd's not the only Wenborn employee we should be taking a look at.

What have you done?

What the hell have you done?

Kid loves with Tara, Jackie.

If we bring her in, she might clam up.

Well, there's no danger of her boyfriend doing the same. Very cool.

You guys have really got a bit of a blue thing going here.

Funny you never mentioned knowing Tara Fisher when we had a little chat.

You didn't ask.

I'm asking you now.

She came to a couple of meetings.

And you knew who she worked for?

Yeah. So you knew more about Terrence Lloyd than you let on to?

You know, the dead guy?

Has she mentioned him a couple of times?

Maybe. I suppose for somebody like you, An impressionable young girl like Tara

could come in handy.

I mean, she could show you how to get into the Wenburn car park undetected.

Maybe even keep the attendant talking while you and your pals planted the

It wasn't like that.

What was it like, Dylan?

She came to us.

I mean, she had no time for the company and she absolutely hated that Lloyd guy.

Enough to kill him?

Ask her.

When was the last time you saw Tara Fisher?

Today, she turned up at a bar a -drinking.

And what did she have to say?

Dylan.

Well, she wasn't making any sense.

I mean, she thought I'd done it.

Well, that's not too wild an idea, is it?

I mean, just five clicks of a mouse away from your website, there's an anarchist

homepage with a step -by -step guide to making your own bomb. That's an American

site. Which you support.

Do you know how many deaths multinationals cause every year?

Now if Tara or whoever decided to make an example of him, don't expect me to

shed too many tears.

Miss Fisher?

Tara?

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

I've got a doctor's appointment.

Oh, I can give you a lift.

No. No, I need the fresh air.

It's only round the corner.

Good. We can walk and talk.

So how long have you worked at Wenborn?

18 months, ever since I graduated.

What made you apply for the job?

They're a major company.

Great first step on the ladder.

And I'd seen Lloyd's lecture a few times at the uni.

So no reservations then?

No.

Well, then I have to ask, what made you get involved with an anti -globalisation

group?

A group that specifically targeted Wenborn?

It's a free country, isn't it? Everyone's allowed their political

You have to admit, Tara, it does look like a betrayal of trust.

I was disillusioned.

I thought working in research was this noble thing, but it's not. It's all

the money.

So you went off to join the protesters?

I just wanted to hear what they had to say.

I know it looks bad, but I've talked to Dylan and I don't think he had anything

to do with the bomb.

Look, I've got to go.

I've got... An appointment?

Yes, you said.

We'll be in touch, Tara.

If you did set the device... I didn't. I'm just saying, if you did, it wouldn't

be the first time you'd resorted to criminal activity, would it?

I was 18.

I broke into an animal research facility and set some chimps free.

Now, it's not the same as blowing someone to smithereens.

It's an ideologically motivated crime.

And then there's the graffiti at Lloyd's house. How do you sleep at night?

That seems like your style to me.

OK, I'll call for that.

Now, slap my wrist and let me go.

You get more than a slap wrist for breaking and entering, mate.

There was no breaking involved.

Tara got a key from somewhere.

The whole thing was her idea. She even told us what to write.

Is that a fact?

Yes.

And she came to the meeting, talked about the issues, but always came back

Lloyd.

She had it in for him. So you just went along with her vendetta?

Attractive young women can be very persuasive, you know.

Not to me, Inspector.

I'm gay.

What do you think?

I think he's on mouth.

I think he's enjoying the attention.

He'll probably make a very successful politician one day, but, uh, no, I don't

see him as a killer.

He says, I hit her out of the heat with a shovel, put her in a bin bag, slinging

in the Clyde, and I'm the bad guy.

Oh, thanks, Robbie. I need this.

It's been a long day.

It's not that. It's just that I'm getting perfectly anxious looking at

wee worried face.

What's got you thinking so hard?

Some sort of code.

Turned up in Lloyd's things.

Trying to work it out with no joy.

Humph.

It's spelled.

T. Lloyd, if you substitute the previous letter of the alphabet.

You don't have to be Miss Marple to work that out, son.

Yeah, I know. Get your finger out, eh, Stuart?

First thing tomorrow, log on to your bank's website.

Use those letters as a password and see what you come up with.

You're not having the best of days, are you, mate? I mean, first the old gay

darn Miss Dillon.

Must need retuning.

I'd better go home and play some Judy Garland.

Normally does the trick.

What's your story, Robbie?

Ah, nothing on the tapes apart from lab reports and scientific jargon. What, you

got through a full shift without kicking someone's door in? That must be a

first. Aye, well, the chief's always on at me to try the patient, painstaking

approach, so I've spent the last couple of hours going through the deceased

documents. The payoff, did it?

Aye, big time.

There is one thing I found.

A stub in Lloyd's checkbook made it to a place called the Hopkins Clinic.

800 quid.

Checking it out in the morning?

Do you not think Jackie would be a better bet?

I mean, yeah, softly, softly approach.

No, I'm more of the gentle touch.

There you go, Robbie.

Do your good to develop a gentle touch of your own.

Hang on a word with George North.

What about?

Well, we know Dylan and Tara hate Wenburn.

Moyles and Greg are devoted to it.

I want to hear what an impartial observer has to say.

Wenburn are a huge company, one of the biggest.

And their share price has rocketed in the last few weeks. Why was that?

People were expecting Dr Lloyd to announce something special at the

He'd requested to address the delegates.

Moyles had organised a champagne reception afterwards.

That suggests a breakthrough to a lot of people. But not to you, necessarily.

Wenburn throw money at their research wing and it's possible it paid off.

But they'd have to be years ahead of everyone else.

Everyone, including you.

I work for a much smaller company, Chief Inspector.

We're not in the same league.

To be honest, I'm not sure I'd want to be part of an organisation like Wenborn.

Why not?

In a word, pressure.

Millions are invested in research teams.

Hundreds of millions of potential profits.

It's easy for the science and the scientists to get lost in all that.

Being first becomes more important than being right.

Aniston, now the detective sergeant has her warrant.

Assist her in any way you can.

And keep a record of any files she accesses.

That'll make it easier to trace any leaks.

Do you honestly believe we're going to start selling your secrets to the

bidder, Mr Moyle?

Your integrity may be rock solid, but I doubt the same can be said for your anti

-hacker security system.

I'll be in my office.

This must be a great place to work.

William has his moments.

There's nowhere else I want to be.

We're going to make history here. Even without Mr Lloyd?

Oh, great, if we'll miss him, but in the end, nothing stops progress.

Sound confident?

Well, there might be a very slight delay, but we'll get there.

Most of this stuff's just jargon, but I'm happy to translate.

Yeah, well, it's difficult to access his work -in -progress folder.

Active documents are wiped from the hard drive and stored on disk.

Security.

Can I see it?

Well, not unless you recovered it from the car.

Herentz kept his most recent data with him at all times.

Well, at least I can access his email.

Mr Greg, I'll have to ask you not to read the screen from now on.

But Mr Moyle said... I'm afraid I insist.

I will need to see any corporate documents you want to remove.

Sure.

But this is not corporate.

It's personal.

Excuse me, can I help you?

Yeah, hopefully.

I need some information.

I'm sorry, Inspector.

But the women who visit this clinic rely on our confidentiality policy.

Right, I see.

Miss Bennett.

Room two, please. Thank you.

Look, I'll be honest with you. I don't really want to be here.

I know I'm in the way.

If he won't talk to me, I'll have to come back with a warrant and a whole

of police officers.

Now, we don't want that, do we?

And I'm sure your patients won't want it either.

I really don't feel able to divulge information.

The person I'm interested in is dead, so he doesn't need to rely on your

discretion anymore.

OK. OK. Name?

Dr Terence Lloyd, Central Road in Hindland.

You wrote out the cheque for £800, payable to this place?

We never cashed the cheque, Inspector.

Dr Lloyd did arrange an appointment, but the lady in question cancelled.

Who was the lady in question?

If she didn't turn up, she was never a patient.

So you don't have to worry about confidentiality, do you?

Sir.

You've got a I'm -going -to -make -the -bot -of -the -day look in your face,

sir. I did what you said. I used Lloyd's password in his bank account.

£320 ,000 paid in the 14th September. It was three days ago.

Tell me you used your initiative and found out who by.

Mottram and Radford.

They're a firm of stockbrokers in Blithewood Street.

320 grand.

Now that's the kind of motive I can get my teeth in me. Go to the head of the

class. Sir, take a look at these.

No peeking, Stuart, they're X -rated.

Email correspondence between Dr Lloyd and his beautiful young protege.

If Tara ever gives up science, she could give Jackie Collins a run for her

money. Bring her in.

Robbie. Where are you off to?

Pick up Tara Fisher.

Well, go easy on her.

She's pregnant with Lloyd's child.

Lloyd made the appointment for a termination.

Wrote the check out.

She's cancelled.

She's still carrying his baby.

Who stands to inherit more than 300 grand from Daddy.

You really think she killed him?

Ask me again after we've had a wee chat.

Come on.

Interesting correspondence between yourself and Mr Lloyd.

Starts off on a strictly professional basis and then gets a little more

and then flirtatious and finally, well, intimate.

Sexually graphic language used by both parties.

Don't people have any privacy anymore?

I'm sorry if you're embarrassed.

I'm not.

We had a relationship, yes.

There was an age difference, yes, but neither of us were married. We had

to be ashamed of.

And yet you kept your relationship a secret?

Moyles wouldn't have liked it.

And the global scientific community. Well, you'd be surprised how much gifted

men and women got it.

Is that why Terence ended it?

He was worried about his reputation.

I ended it.

Because of the baby?

There really isn't any privacy anymore.

We look for two things in any murder investigation, Miss Fisher.

Motive and opportunity.

Now, you worked at the Wenborn building, giving you ample opportunity to plant

the bomb. And you certainly had plenty of motive.

Look, we split up. It's not that big a deal. Pretty acrimonious, though. Him

wanting you to have an abortion. You must have been angry.

I was.

I mean, look, why would I kill my child's father?

Lloyd had more than 300 grand in the bank.

Your baby's heir to that now.

He ploughed all his earnings into the house.

He didn't have that kind of cash floating around.

As of this week, he did.

He'd been playing the stock market.

300 ,000?

Keep you in disposable nappies for a wee while, eh?

Did Terence ever talk to you about shares?

No.

He's got Wenborn stock. We all have. It's part of the salary package.

Could that have been the shares that he sold?

I mean, they've gone through the roof recently.

Everybody anticipating an announcement.

There wasn't going to be one.

Nothing massive, anyway. In five or six years, maybe.

But not yet.

Five or six years?

It's a blink of an eye in terms of medical research.

Then why all the fuss about the conference?

What was Terence going to say?

I don't know.

If Wenborn really are five years away from hitting the jackpot, I want to know

what Lloyd's big speech was going to be about.

You know, maybe he was the one that started the breakthrough rumour.

Pushed the share price up, then flogged them before he had to come clean at the

conference.

Let's get out of there.

I hope this isn't going to take too long. I do have work to do.

Yes, of course.

Can't let the shareholders down, can you?

Exactly. Especially when you're one of them.

Most major companies offer stock options to senior executives, Chief Inspector.

Would it surprise you to learn that Terence Lloyd sold all of his shares a

days before his death?

I can't think why he'd do that.

The stock will triple in value when the announcement is made.

You mean F. When?

I don't know what made Terence Lloyd sell up, but it certainly wasn't a lack

faith in Wenburn's future.

So he was going to stand up at the conference centre and say that

coming up roses?

Of course he was. What else would he say? Something a bit more controversial,

maybe.

Controversial enough to get him killed before he got a chance to say it.

Five or six years?

No, Tara's got it wrong.

We're much closer to the breakthrough than that.

But how would she not know?

Wasn't she part of the team?

She's a bright girl with a future, but...

At this stage in her career, she wouldn't be involved in decision

You saw for yourself how security -conscious Mr Moyles is.

Well, Tara's not the only one who thinks you're still some distance from a

breakthrough. I spoke to another delegate at the conference, a doctor in

George North?

Yeah, well, I wouldn't place too much stock in anything he says.

Why not?

Well, he's a rival for a start.

At least he liked to think he is.

Plus, he and Terence never got on the...

Worked together years ago, had some sort of falling out.

North's been licking his wounds in Canada ever since.

Stuart, deck up all you can on Dr George North and any dealings he had with

Lloyd. See if there's anything else the absent -minded professor forgot to tell

us. Yes, sir. Oh, and Sheila called in. She wants to see you in the lab.

This really is a fascinating combination of chemicals.

Fascinating? Yeah.

Now, the intensity of the blast made it extremely difficult, I have to say, but

I have now identified the constituent elements.

And this is the unusual stuff.

Tetrachloride sulfate B.

Yeah. You ain't going to find that in a kid's chemistry set.

So where would you find it? Well, highly specialised suppliers.

Perhaps only a handful in the entire country.

Well, that could be good news.

Picking something as rare as this could be our man's slip -up. Yeah.

Or it could be seen as more of a calculated risk.

I mean, on the downside, yes, it can be traced, but then the flammability is

such that it's guaranteed to work.

A cupful of this stuff is enough to burn a man to death in seconds.

Sir, I thought you'd better see this straight away.

It's from a Science magazine website dated 1985.

North career in ruins.

Lloyd denounces North at conference.

Well done, sir.

Listen, since you're on a roll, how do you fancy tracking down some lethal

chemicals for me?

I tell you, man, not a single gram of tetlachloric sulfate B has left this

building in the past 11 months.

It's company policy.

Keep tabs on the dangerous stuff so I know.

So what if it was stolen?

Then I'd be on to you guys.

Especially for something like that. It's lethal, you know.

Yes, we know.

So someone's used it, then. Done some damage.

It was used in an explosive device, yes.

No, not Dr Lloyd.

I'm not at liberty to say.

I watch the news, you know.

How many bombs go off in Glasgow?

I can't believe it.

Did you know Dr Lloyd then?

He was a customer.

Bit of a pain in the arse at times.

Him and the whole team used to come down and supervise the mixing of any

compounds they needed.

Is that common?

No.

But you're not going to say no to the guys from Wenburn, are you?

North lied to her. Simple as that.

Lloyd destroyed him. He was North's assistant, and he stood up at a

and told every boffin who mattered that North's research was worthless.

Now, Lloyd's dead, and it's his work that's worthless.

Eh? I went to the Stock Exchange website.

Really? Yeah, well, Stuart showed me how to do it. Anyway, Wenborn stock's

collapsing. The shares that Lloyd sold are worth next to nothing now. Because

the company's lost its prime asset.

So he made a real killing, then?

But Lloyd couldn't possibly have known what was going to happen to the share

price. Unless we're dealing with the most bizarre bloody suicide in history.

New cells.

Entirely healthy.

Entirely self -replicating.

With no danger of rejection.

Perhaps as soon as 12 years from now, certainly within 20, this procedure

be as commonplace as placing a plaster on a cut finger.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

Conference with carrying on as normal, then?

Well, it was never a one -man show, and some of us have come a long way to be

here. That's right. You're both in Canada now, aren't you?

Been there ever since Terence Lloyd ruined your career in this country.

I don't know that I'd put it that way.

We had some professional differences of opinion over the years, and I was never

a fan of Wenbo. Well, corporate issues aside, Dr North, you denied even knowing

Terence Lloyd.

I was confused.

In shock.

I did witness a man die, after all.

A man that was about to make a speech that could leave you dead in the water?

Professionally speaking.

A man who worked for a bigger and better company.

Any more questions?

No.

Not right at this moment in time.

Good.

All yours, Robbie.

OK. The X represents Lloyd's car.

Now, considering the complex chemical components used in the device itself,

trigger mechanism was extremely rudimentary, which actually threw me for

while. But I've been working on what was left of the receiver, and it seems that

that would be useless over anything more than a 50 -metre radius.

Your murderer... ..is somewhere within this circle.

And so was every witness and suspect we've spoken to.

That means we've met the killer.

And let them go.

Two people we know were close enough to Lloyd's car to detonate the bomb.

And they meet up in the middle of nowhere. The victim's boss and his

rival cozying up together.

I don't see how that adds up.

Well, they both had something to gain by Lloyd's death.

Yeah, North I can see, but, I mean, what good would it do Moyles?

He gets someone a bit easier to boss around, maybe. Somebody to tow the

line. No, you're not going to get rid of a genius just because he gets a bit

lippy every now and then.

Unless he's about to leave you, taking his genius and the research you funded

with him.

Yeah, maybe that speech that everyone was getting so excited about was going

be his resignation.

I think we need to see Mr Moyles again, Jackie.

Ask him if he decided to push Lloyd before he jumped.

You two pay North a visit.

Morning.

Good morning.

I'd like to speak to one of your guests, Dr George North.

One moment.

I'm afraid he's no longer here. He checked out this morning. Have you got a

forwarding address?

No. We just assumed it was his home address in Toronto.

Call the airport. Find out when the next flight to Canada leaves.

I'll let Bert know the prof's gone walkabout.

Don't worry yourself, Robbie.

I know exactly where he is.

Really, Chief Inspector, this is becoming tiresome.

I'm doing my job, sir. Trying to find Terence Lloyd's killer.

Just as you've done your job in finding his replacement.

Wenborn has to move on.

And North was his ideal successor?

Basically, yes.

Someone of his experience represents a safe pair of hands in the short term.

Helps calm stock market jitters.

And you wouldn't want anybody rocking the boat now, would you?

I don't follow you.

Lloyd was very much his own man.

A maverick.

People like that aren't easy to manage.

Do you think I'd actually want to get rid of one of my company's most valuable

assets? Not unless you thought he was about to make a speech to the scientific

community. announcing his resignation.

As far as I was concerned, Terence Lloyd was going to stand on that platform and

announce progress, which would make him and me and anyone else with a

substantial number of shares very, very wealthy.

Do you think I would allow the occasional personality clash to get in

that?

How are you getting on with your new boss, then?

I'll cope.

Are you disappointed you didn't get the job?

I just don't want him to jeopardise everything we've all worked so hard for.

He's slagged this company off to anyone who'll listen. Now he expects to stroll

in and change the way we operate.

Just when we're on the verge of something amazing.

Yeah, well, my DCI has a theory that things weren't actually going that well.

That Lloyd was going to use the conference to suggest to people that he

to offers.

Then your DCI is very wrong.

If we had Lloyd's speech, then we'd know for sure.

I'm afraid his speech died with him.

Alistair, do you have the rest of the data I requested?

Sorry, Dr North, it's taking a while to collate everything for you. I'm not

surprised. From what I've seen so far, the methodology in this lab leaves a lot

to be desired.

Everything you need will be on your desk this afternoon when we get back from

the conference.

You're going back to the conference?

Well, we're better to officially announce my appointment and our resource

than I can get down to some real work, of which there is plenty.

Miss Victor, I wonder if we could have a word with you in private.

You knew Lloyd better than anybody.

Not really.

Not as well as I thought.

Before Lloyd's death, the company was put in the champagne and ice.

Now North's in there saying there's a ton of work to be done, which is what

you've been saying all along.

So who's right?

I don't know.

Just something Terence said about the future not being as bright as he'd

Tara, is there anything else you think you can help us with?

What about the speech he was going to make?

I don't see how that could just disappear without trace. There's nothing

There's no note at his house.

Did Terence ever take you to a cottage or a holiday home? No.

Think, Tara. You must know something.

I don't.

There was one thing.

But I doubt... Try me.

He had a place.

A little office.

No phone, no PC.

He used to go there just to think sometimes.

We went there together once. Do you remember the address?

It was on Trondgate. I can't remember the number, but it was above a bank.

We'll find out.

I don't think my talking to you is going to make me employee of the month.

Get back behind that wheel, Robbie.

Where am I going to?

Trongate. Lloyd kept an office there, somewhere above a bank.

See if you can locate it and find some evidence of that bloody speech.

Who are you off to, sir?

Jackie and I are going to find out who did it.

Simple as that.

Whoever made the bomb needed that ultra -flammable substance.

We know they didn't buy it, so they're to steal it. We're going to do the same.

Yes, it's Detective Inspector Ross.

I need to gain access to an office space in the name of Terence Lloyd.

Oh, very salubrious.

I don't know.

Well, it's not exactly Wembourne, is it? I can see if someone might come here.

No phone to distract you.

Just peace and quiet.

Sense to think.

Out loud.

This race for the prize has become an obsession among the global scientific

community.

Furthermore, there's an important piece of information I need to impart.

So, we get to hear Lloyd's speech after all.

I told the other cop.

We're very security conscious here, Chief Inspector. Very. Good.

You got some nasty stuff here. Thank you.

The really nasty stuff's through there.

Reinforced glass. You need a sledgehammer to get through it.

Satisfied? Excellent security.

First class.

So you see, whoever did Lloyd in didn't get their fireworks from in here.

Would you like a cappuccino?

That would be lovely.

I drink far too much of the stuff myself.

But it's my only vice.

No booze or cigarettes.

Mine is better than any coffee shop, I can tell you.

Where's your pal?

How much of this tough metal?

That was through yesterday.

Who was the last person from Wenburn in here?

You'll need this, Dr North. Thank you.

And look, since we're going to be working together, I suppose you'd better

it George.

George. Excellent.

A united front at the conference.

If you don't mind, I'll take my own car. I've got some stuff to do later on.

As long as you get there in plenty of time.

Don't worry.

I'll be right behind you.

Understood.

Bomb squad are standing by the conference centre.

Robbie, we know who did it. Yeah, so do we, sir. We found the dictaphone with

his speech.

He's in his own car.

Behind the Jag.

Stuart, we're tailing Greg now. He said his own car is behind the Wenborn Jag.

Where exactly are you?

East Lawson Street, sir.

Approaching the lights.

Head straight for the conference centre.

We have to keep a distance between the two cars. We can't trigger the bomb over

50 metres. If we stop the Jag, he'll blow it.

Thank you, sir.

Shit! Huon, tell Robbie, cut him off, now!

Sir, who stocks this car?

All squad officers, make yourselves known to the Wenbon car. The detonator

out of range.

Give it up.

I wanted to warn them.

I found the detonator at Wenborn.

I was trying to... Forget it.

Even if I was stupid enough to believe you, you've still got Lloyd to answer

for. Terence.

Terence was my mentor.

He was like a father to me. Why would I want to... Because you were greedy.

You put profit before science.

Wenborn were years away from a breakthrough and Lloyd knew it.

He was about to denounce you.

After his speech, you'd be ruined.

You don't know that.

No one will ever know what he was going to say.

Robbie.

Today, I name and shame my junior partner, Alistair Gregg.

His greed and ambition saw him corrupt our painstaking research with falsified

data in an attempt to put profit before science.

Had his scheme gone unnoticed... Switch it off.

Switch it off, Robbie.

Mr Gregg will hear it often enough during his trial.

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