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It's a big frang though to spend it all at once.

What have you done?

Oh, we've got the money. Let's go.

Come on, we gotta fight them!

I swear!

You idiot!

What? Fight them!

Boom!

A hail of taxi in the wee earth is always going the other way.

This poor sod agrees to bring a punter to this shithole.

Jackie.

Hassan Osman, 28, multiple stab wounds, anonymous call from a phone box at the

flat. Somebody must have seen who made it.

Get house to house organised.

Yeah, I doubt we'll have much joy from the people round here. That doesn't

excuse us doing a sloppy job.

If Mr. Osman brought a fare here, the chances are the killer's still in his

sweeping off his night's endeavours.

Oh, I doubt you'd find your killer here, Matthew.

Meaning what exactly?

Well, there is blood in the cab, yes, but we're confident that's not where the

attack took place.

Given the injuries sustained, believe me, there would be a lot more mess if it

had. We've checked the rest of the waste ground, sir. There's no sign of an

attack here either.

So Mr. Osmond's attacked elsewhere and then drives himself here.

Why? The mortuary would have made more sense. Cut out the middle man.

What about his takings?

Gone.

Sir?

Anybody think he'd speak to his employer?

Or are we just meant to surmise what price some scumbag put in his life?

Come on, let's get a gildy on here.

He's got a budget meeting.

Yeah, well, tell him if he leaves off barking that I'll be at the taxi office.

Simple answer is, I can't tell you.

We've no Hassan Osman working here.

Maybe he was working under an assumed name. Are you kidding me with the checks

have to do?

I'm telling you, Sergeant, he wasn't one of ours.

So why would he have your pennant on his aerial?

Your phone number?

Could he have been moonlighting when somebody else attacked him?

No way.

He checked mileage.

Whatever game your man was on.

He wasn't legit.

Look, it's Harley Rocket Science, Jackie.

Osmond gets himself a taxi, rigs it out to look like the real McCoy and then

takes the risk of picking up each and every fare he can find. Yeah, it's a lot

of hassle to go to. Why not just get a minicab?

Well, what would you prefer to get into late at night?

Robbie's right.

Chances are his only mistake was putting the wrong drunk out.

Excuse me, sweetheart.

If you've got typing to do, try the clerical centre.

This was a murder inquiry.

With respect, sir, I'm not your sweetheart. My name's Fairchild.

D .S. Fairchild.

I've been seconded to your team.

Call me old -fashioned, D .S. Fairchild, but my usual style is to pick my own

officers. I appreciate that, sir.

Good. Then precond yourself back again.

I'm afraid that'll have to come from you.

Sorry, say again?

I'm on an accelerated programme, fast -track to senior management.

Your rank, actually.

The headquarters will need to know why you felt your particular investigation

be incompatible with that.

For those who haven't met, D .S. Fairchild will be joining the

team.

Right, Hassan Osman, 28, Kurdish origin.

Jackie, what else do we know?

Yeah, well, according to Home Office, he married a local girl.

She's taking her baby to see her mother at Kuroth.

The boys are bringing her back to ID her husband.

That'll make for a fun journey.

We've ran a check on the cab, sir.

The P &T shows it was written off two years ago. Sold for scrap.

Get the vehicle boys onto it. How are we doing in last known movements?

We've collected the CCTV footage, but it's been hard trying to pick out one

from another.

Yeah, well, we may have a good starting point there.

This was found under the seat.

Los Anglia Restaurant. It's just off George Square.

OK, somebody get down there. If Osmond was there, maybe we can trace his

movements afterwards. Otherwise, surety, I want every frame looked at.

Now, let's find out more about how Mr Osmond came by his cab. Now, ringed or

not, it can't have been cheap. So who did he owe money?

Well, I thought we were going with robbery.

Yeah, that's still favourite, but until I know for certain, I'm keeping an open

mind. In which case, sir, shouldn't we be considering Mr. Osman's nationality?

I'm sorry?

There have been a number of reported assaults in that area on Kurdish

four in the last crime accounting month.

Yeah, well, I wouldn't know about that. The only accounting I do is fiddling my

expenses every month.

Yeah, well, a racial motive is a valid angle, sir.

Like I said, I'm really nothing out.

We start yelling about this being a race murder and we shackle the inquiry

before we start, so let's not get ahead of ourselves, eh?

Besides, you two are busy.

Patriot cave.

Sorry you got saddled.

Is DCI Burkle with that Neolithic?

I'd wait till you meet some real cavemen before you make that judgment.

So, how did you know all that about attacks on refugees?

I worked in a similar case.

Wraith attacks?

Not exactly.

Undercover at a university where the far right were recruiting.

Undercover? Dangerous work.

Not really.

Besides, we don't leave all the heavy stuff to the boys anymore, Jackie.

Well, away from Maryhill, anyway.

Oh, well.

Could have been worse.

Could have got the grieving widow.

How about his taxi? We anywhere on that yet?

Yeah, traffic confirmed, but several vehicles reassembled.

Stuart's locating where parts from the original were sold on just now. Good.

Tell him to stick at it.

Whatever was going on in Osmond's life is a long way away from the cosy family

man we imagined.

Sheila, what have you got for me? Oh, I think you're going to like this.

How tall are you, Matthew?

About the same height as the victim, aren't you? So?

Try it for size.

Osmond wasn't the last person to drive his own cab.

Exactly.

Whoever drove him to that waste ground was taller by at least... Three inches.

Well, it came from here, all right.

Then again, a lot of folk take leftovers away in doggy bags.

I'll ask her staff for you, but we're pretty full on here last night.

No, I doubt the person actually ate here.

He drove a taxi.

Why didn't you say before?

It's obvious, isn't it? He must have driven one of her diners home.

I've got run -off reservations for you.

Yeah, well, that would be a start.

I imagine you take contact numbers?

Sure. Just give me a second, OK?

Tell me, Mr Baxter.

See, I was dining here last night and wanted a taxi home.

Then we'd have got you one.

Either that or you could take your chances out there.

Why? Well, I don't imagine the people who can afford your price with fancy

hanging around in a pavement.

Is there a point to this? I just wondered who you call.

A regular farmer.

Mary Hill Cabs.

Why? Well, our man works solo.

Really?

Well, he wouldn't have been booked by us then.

So, ladies, do you want the list or not?

Have I got the feeling you're not wanted?

Yep, lying.

The question is why.

We know Osmond was there last night.

Why make out otherwise?

That's me.

Listen, we need to talk.

Listen, the cops have been here. They're asking me questions.

Now, shut up!

Listen, you've dropped me in this big time.

You're going to have to get me out.

Mrs. Osmond, at first we figured your husband's murder was random.

Now we suspect it was premeditated.

So let me ask you again.

Can you think of any reason why somebody would wish your husband harm?

You've a nice house, Mary.

And a good area.

Must have needed a big mortgage.

We don't have a mortgage.

Has got a loan.

From where?

Oh, come on, woman, you must have asked.

I don't know.

Honest.

All Has said was the money was from someone he worked for.

Was this taken recently?

Yes.

Edward Mark Calder.

The picture's a bit dated.

We've not heard a peep out of Eddie for a good five years. Calder?

That name turned up in connection with the scrap taxi.

Yeah, well, that would follow suit.

One of the Calder family businesses is scrap.

If somebody wanted to stitch together a dodgy taxi, they could provide the

means. But if Calder did out of trouble, why do we think he's mixed up in this?

We don't.

Eddie's what you might call the white sheep of the family.

Last I heard, he was off at college.

Eddie's brother, however, is a different kettle of fish.

Frank Calder.

GBH, living off immoral...

Extortion, all -round gangster.

Home turf is most of East End.

Where Osmond's body was found.

Exactly. So if there is a connection between Frank Calder and Osmond, maybe

we've just found an answer as to why he got himself killed.

Right.

Let's do this.

No problem, Frank.

Tell McLean this is just a start.

Why the surprise, Eddie? Did you not expect to find a pig in a zoo?

What do you want, Mr Ross?

Well, you can start with why it is you're hanging around this place.

I thought sociology was more your thing.

Yeah, well, you can learn a lot from animals.

True. But you don't need to come back to Glasgow to find a zoo. Look, I'm just

back to get some cash together.

Working for Big Brother Frank?

No way.

I'm not a grass... Oh, wait a minute.

I'm not asking you to grass on anyone.

All I want to know is, what was Frank's relationship with Hassan Osman?

Who? You played five -a -side football with him six weeks ago. A charity thing

Frank sponsored, now he's dead. So cut the crap, eh?

All right, I played football with him, but I didn't know him. And Frank did?

not ask him? Because I'm asking you.

Look, my brother does business with lots of people. I stay well clear.

So it was a business relationship, not social.

Frank lent him money, right?

And what happened?

Osman late on the repayments?

I don't know.

But you do know what Frank would have done to anyone who tried to cross him.

that what happened?

Come on, man.

You've got away from all of this.

You don't need to get sucked back in.

You're right.

I don't.

So the answer is no.

I'm not getting involved.

Kid, see when I was bursting my hormones?

The chucking stones at Wendy's.

Nowadays it's petrol burns.

What about the damage?

No. Didn't even touch my cab.

You seem very calm, Mr Maclean. Oh, well, I don't see the point in getting

stressed out, do you see, Fraser?

You just end up shorting on your own life.

And you're positive it was kids?

Couldn't mean someone had a grudge against you? Oh, I think we all have our

grudges these days, do we not?

About somebody in particular?

No.

No. Well, if you're sure, Mr Maclean.

Yes, I'm sure.

Thanks for your time.

No, put it away, Joseph.

Leave Mr Culver to me.

What's up?

Baxter from the restaurant.

Every time I try for background, I get this.

Just to be a reason.

Yeah, thanks, Hannah. I got that much.

And I'll lay money on you having someone who can tell us what it is.

Or are you waiting for a glorious leader to say it's OK?

and a bit of digging, boss.

Two possibilities for motive.

One is that Frank called his brush out in a sharking.

He loans Osmond the money for a house and a taxi.

Osmond reneges on the repayments, so Frank figures he has to make an example

him to deter others.

All right, let's say I buy that, as far as it goes.

Explain this. If Frank's our killer, why leave his victim in a taxi that we can

trace back to him?

Why dump the body in his own turf? No, no.

There's too many holes, Robbie. What else have you got?

Er... OK, we know Frank runs some high -class hookers, right?

Now, the word is he ferries them about in taxis.

So Osmond could have been in Calder's payroll.

But then why kill your own man?

Maybe he didn't, you know?

I mean, maybe someone's muscling in on Frank Turf.

And Osmond's murder was a warning.

So let's go to see Frank Calder.

Ask him who's been upsetting him.

Boss? Can I have a word?

Make it quick, Jackie. We're on to something.

Yeah, well, so are we.

The guy from the restaurant, he's got form.

There was a blocker we would have got to him sooner. A block?

Baxter's not his real name.

He got his catering qualifications from the Young Offenders Institute.

When he left, new idea.

He was locked up for his part in a teenage race attack.

Apparently he admitted the crime but showed no remorse. And where is this

heading?

Look, good work, Jackie.

I think we've got a more promising lead.

Robbie.

Yeah, well done, Jackie.

Good work.

Here's a biscuit.

Oh, well, that's typical of his sort.

What, suddenly you're an expert in human nature, like everything else?

I'm sorry.

Not you I'm picked off at.

I'm surprised we found you here, Frank.

I thought you'd given this place the go -bar years ago. Now you've got an empire

to run.

Empire? Someone's been feeding you fibs, Mr Buck.

But since you asked, I like it here.

I feel more at one with myself.

That's something even my kid brother can get his head around.

Eddie agreed with you, went off to study.

Used to bore me rigid going on about how he was going to help people get free of

their own shite.

Took three years of my money to realise that that's what most folk don't want.

Not heard you were back, Eddie. I'm not.

Nowhere you're concerned anyway.

Well, that's a small talk, Don. Are you going to tell me why you're here?

They ask about Hassan Osman.

Nah. Name means nothing.

Listen, Frank, the sooner you stop asking about it, the sooner we'll be out

hair. Osman ferried tarts around for you. Now he's dead.

I doubt that's a coincidence.

What's that so?

In which case, you'd better find who killed him before I do. We'd stand more

chance with your help.

Unless, of course, you don't want us finding the killer.

In which case, I'm asking myself why.

Where were you the night he died? Don't be absurd, Burke.

If Osmond worked for me, why would I want him dead?

I don't know.

But unless you've got an alibi, I'm going to take great delight in asking

same question for six hours solid.

My brother was with me.

We took a drive to our old house, or where it was.

Frank was trying to take us back to when we were kids.

Well, that's right.

Reel of unhappy times.

Bullshit.

That's for your wee pal Eddie's bloody twisted as Frank.

All that bollocks about happy drives down memory lane.

Same way he lied about not knowing Osman.

It's Eddie.

What?

Eddie. Do you have any idea what Frank would do if he found out I'd been

to you? I did try warning you.

I know.

Okay, I lied about Osman.

So what is the truth?

Frank used Osman whenever he needed somebody he could trust.

Frank didn't strike me as the trusting type.

Yeah, well, that's where Osman... Osmond was different and reliable.

Him being an outsider made him vulnerable.

So what was Osmond doing that night? Collecting protection.

Which wasn't with Cap the next day.

Is there something you're not telling me here, mate?

No. I've said far too much, as it is.

Sounds like someone's dipping their fingers in a Frank's pot.

You believe him?

Yeah. He did sound scared.

I think somebody's making a hostile takeover bid here.

Yeah. The question is who.

Were you living happy days?

Very good.

Maybe all these years with your head stuck in a book weren't such a wasted

Maybe you should learn to use your brain.

McLean made you an offer, why not accept?

Frank!

Frank!

I'm not the great...

Efficient copper I make out, Jackie.

Yeah, but you're still the one in the fast track.

Oh, yeah, I'm ambitious, don't deny that.

But it's not all been as smooth as I make out.

In what way?

When I went undercover.

It was with a right -wing group.

Only they sussed they'd been infiltrated.

Did you have to pull the operation?

Stakes were too high.

But when they went looking for the intruder, it wasn't me they found.

Oh.

Can't be blamed for that.

You try telling yourself that over the blear of an ambulance.

I'm sorry, Hannah.

I'm not looking for sympathy.

All I'm saying is, if the likes of you and me are ever going to sit in Burke's

chair, that's the kind of thing we'll have to learn to cope with.

Yeah, you're right.

I think we should give Baxter another shake.

Give me two sacks of ketchup.

Sure.

See anyone?

No. Ty is home, is he?

No, let's turn on the back first.

Phone call for Mr McLean.

Go ahead, we're through.

Oh, Thangley.

Yeah, I know where that is.

Hello?

Mr. Baxter?

Hannah. Here we go.

Thanks.

Look, Jackie, I'm sorry if I... Forget it.

It was hellish in there.

You okay?

Sir? See she gets back, Jackie.

Sure.

Oh, and for future reference, forensics would prefer you not to leave your lunch

all over the nice, tidy crime scene.

Briefing 8am.

Set your alarm.

Are you sure you don't want company?

Thanks, I'll be fine.

What was he doing about that?

Just going to do the job, you said.

No, listen.

Just listen, I'm out of here, okay?

First chance I get.

Osmond worked for this man, Frank Calder, and Baxter paid protection money

the same man, both under Frank's wing and both dead.

Now, I'm convinced that somebody's moving in on him and that both murders

to either goad Frank into raising the white flag or come out fighting. And

whatever anybody says, Frank's still the same psychotic wee thug he always was.

He's already threatened retaliation. Now, I figure that whoever's goading him

will have calculated that risk, so we need to find out who it is. I may have a

name. Martin McLean.

McLean?

Runs a chain of clubs up in the West End. And the night before last, someone

tried to firebomb one.

Ultraviolet. And then I saw him again yesterday at the murder scene.

So I ran a check.

Go on, Stuart.

He's got form.

Mostly gaming offenses south of the border.

And according to criminal intelligence, since he came back here, he's been

trying to widen his operation.

Making Frank Calder an attractive target for a takeover.

How you doing, Edward?

No, I'm doing so damn.

So, what have you brought for me?

Is Frankstein the light yet?

My brother's stubborn, Mr Maclean.

He won't let go without a war.

War? Well, maybe that's what you're giving then.

Look, I came here to do this the civilised way.

Like you said, without anybody getting hurt. It's far too late for that, isn't

it, son?

Over here.

You've brought me a message, so I have to send one back, don't I?

Nice fingers.

God, please!

Don't do this!

You tell that bastard brother of yours, if he wants to try and take me on, fine.

I'm right here.

But if he ever, ever tries setting me up with the police again, the finger moves

for him.

That'll be for real.

Hannah, your fag.

I tried returning them last night, but you were on the phone.

You all right?

You seemed a bit upset.

It's nothing.

Half of it at home, it's all.

Stuart, have we got the post -mortem report on Baxter's murder yet?

I haven't seen it.

You've already had the PM report, Jackie.

I left it on your desk.

Are you sure?

Uh -huh.

I must have missed it.

I'll take another look.

Um, how's Hannah Fairchild today, anyway?

Is she over the shock?

Do you know her?

I do an afternoon a month at officer training.

She's the brightest and the best.

That's why her reactions surprise me.

Well, nobody knows how her body's going to affect him until it happens, do they?

Well, it's hardly her first.

Autopsies are all part of the course.

McLean made Frank an offer.

Good money.

Only my brother turned it down.

And now he's trying another way.

Frank reckons McLean killing Osmond and Baxter was just an attempt to intimidate

him. So did he?

Kill them? I don't know. And I don't care.

Look, I'm just worried for Frank.

He might have slowed down a bit, but when he heard about Baxter, he went mad.

Any more of this and he'll pick up the gauntlet. I thought he already had.

McLean Club.

I was just in spite.

And what was this?

McLean returning the compliment?

You should have stayed clear when you had the chance, mate. And gone where?

Shit like this is all over.

Look, folk need people like my brother. They give things an order.

No, you're wrong, Eddie.

We do that.

Then do it.

I'm telling you, let McLean run and you'll have a lot more bodies in bag.

Mr Calder, thanks for your help.

Let's do as our friend asks, Robbie.

Let's pay McLean a visit.

Never seen him before in my life.

Can you tell us where you were the night he was murdered?

I was here.

How many witnesses would you like to confirm that, Inspector? Oh, I'm sure

you've got plenty.

All suitably coached.

Well, that's not very trusting.

All right, what say we take a look at this guy?

Erwin Baxter, killed yesterday.

Oh, don't tell me, let me guess.

You were here, right?

No, I was there at his restaurant.

Say again?

I was there.

I know you've been tipped off. I know you know I was there.

Next question. So you're asking us to believe that you were in the vicinity of

murder and that was pure coincidence?

I never said anything about coincidence. What I did say is I'm not your killer.

I'm finding that hard to believe.

You're making a move in Calder. It won't deal.

So you start nipping at the edges.

Killing a man's a bit more serious than nipping at the edges, Burke.

Oh, sure.

Your little empire's all neat and tidy, eh?

So, uh, how did that square with you putting a fright in his uncalled -as

brother? Oh, please.

That was nothing.

It was just a warning, that's all.

The frank?

Get out of there? No, for him to stop his silly bugger games.

What games?

Well, that's just it, isn't it? I don't know.

I thought I was going to go there to find out, but it just turns out it was a

bloody set -up.

Hey, hey, hang on.

Let's just rewind a wee bit here.

When? The day Baxter got killed.

I got a phone call.

Frank wanted a meeting at this restaurant out of hours.

Only I was late, which turned out to be lucky.

Otherwise I'd have gone strolling in there and left my prints all over a

scene. Are you telling us Frank killed his own man just to set you up? Why not?

The man's paranoid.

No.

I don't buy it.

You wanted something.

And killing Osman and Baxter was a way to get it.

No, you're miles off. You were baiting Calder.

That's why you left Osman's body in his turf.

Wrong. Look, if Calder wants a war, then fine, I'll give him a war.

Look, what am I doing here?

You've not got a single thing on me.

I'll deal with this, quickly and efficiently. I'm very good at this.

So why don't you, in this cheap suit, go and chase some shoplifters or whatever

you people do?

He so much as sneezes and calls his direction. I want to know all about it.

Sure, but if he's our killer, why admit to being at the restaurant?

Because his kind are brighter than the Frank Calder's of this world.

I claim those are the best way to lie to include as much truth as you can get

away with.

So how do you want to play it, boss?

I don't know, Robbie.

But either we nail this or the city's undertakers are looking at boom time.

Hewlett said you were looking for this. I borrowed it earlier.

No worries.

Hannah?

Could you do me a favor?

Could you hand this down to the store?

Glad to.

Calder. One phone call isn't much to hang somebody on, Jackie.

If I thought it was just that, I wouldn't have brought it to you. I would

confronted Hannah Mathel.

Go on.

Well, there's her reaction to the body, the business with the post -mortem

report. I mean, I keep trying to think of an innocent explanation, but I can't.

Why phone Frank Calder?

I don't know.

But I agree it's hard to see it as innocent.

But a fair child is in Frank's pocket. Why? What did he gain by having a

officer on my team?

So what should we do?

Until we know for certain I want this kept under wraps.

Find out exactly who she's calling, when and how often.

Where will you be?

With any luck, Jackie.

Keeping the lid in the bloody water.

McLean's a liar.

Why'd I want to meet with a flushed girl like him?

He's not saying you did, Frank.

McLean's accusing you of arranging a meet at Baxter's restaurant in order to

him up.

Reckons you intended him to walk into a murder scene.

The only murder scene I'd intend for McLean to walk into is his own. Which is

why I'm here. To pass on some advice.

Whatever the truth is, you and McLean are locking horns.

I'm telling you, pull back.

Give me one reason.

Because if anything happens to McLean, I'll know where to look. Because your

best bet for a quiet life, Frank, is to let us handle this.

Am I getting through to you?

You hurt my brother, Mr. Buck.

This isn't business anymore. This is personal.

Since our inquiry started, there's been 12 phone calls from Hannah's mobile to

Calder. Across March Times, the one I heard her make, that was to him.

See this call here?

That was just before we went to look for Baxter.

I remember her hanging back to make it.

So you think she was warning Frank of her interest in Baxter? Yeah, well,

the way it looks.

Next minute, Baxter's dead.

Doesn't make sense.

Anyway, I think somebody's pulling their bloody chain here, Jackie.

Sir? Common sense tells us whoever Fairchild tipped off killed Baxter. Now,

person was Frank Calder.

Yeah, but why would he kill his own man?

I don't know.

All I know for sure is that DS Fairchild's in this up to her bloody

So do we confront her now?

No. No, if we do that, she's just going to clam up.

We let her run, see where she leads?

Look, as things are, Frank doesn't know that we're on to her.

Now, if we play this right, she might just lead us to the killer.

OK, thanks.

Let me know if you do.

Robbie, what are you on?

Why is an alibi, boss?

Trying to figure out if he could have got to the restaurant any earlier.

Yeah, well, forget that. There's been a development.

What's he mean?

Oh, some new theory.

I'm not holding my breath to be told what it is.

How should I know what it is?

Well, there was books, no idiot.

Yeah, well, maybe if you'd been straight with me from the Austings, we'd be

different.

Am I hearing this right, boss?

We've a corrupt cop and you're leaving her be.

It's her best way forward, Robbie.

Look, I can't be certain who killed Osmond or Baxter or why.

All I know is it's tied up with this turf war, which is why I need to be

when it goes off. Yeah? How are we going to do that? We keep Calder under

observation. Only with maximum discretion.

Calder's not a good word. And when he does make a move? Then we play a waiting

game. Look, I want to huckle both Calder and McLean at the same time.

Aye, I know.

Get this wrong and I'll have more than two bodies clogging up the mortuary.

Yeah, I was thinking more about your career, boss.

Aye? And don't you threaten my account.

What do you think you're doing here? I'm as involved as you, Frank.

McLean bumped me, remember?

Forget it. This is my fight.

I've already seen two men go down. I don't want to see you go the same way.

Yeah, well, they knew the risks, just like I do. I said no.

And when we're through with this, I want you out of here.

They're on the move.

What's going on?

Hannah, I'll tell you on the way.

They're here.

Yes. Go.

Where's McLean?

You should have listened, Frank.

Before, when I was trying to show you a bit of respect.

And you should both have listened when I told you to leave B. You stay out of

this, Buck.

We sort this ourselves.

Sorry, Frank, but you've already paid for me through your income tax. If I was

to just walk away, I'd feel I was shortchanging you.

This is a police fleet on your weapon.

Do as the man says.

Put them down.

Now! Yes, you called them.

Another set -up? That's your style, McLean, no mine. Put the weapons down,

gents.

Calder.

Right,

Jackie, you and Fairchild take Calder, me and Robbie will take McLean.

Sir? Just a minute to get a vote.

Well, Sergeant, maybe you could start by what part he played in the deaths of

two innocent victims.

Is that enough to begin on with?

Sir?

I don't get this. I thought we had an acclaim in the frame for the murders.

Oh, yeah, we had.

Only, I reckon Burke's on to something.

I think we should go after Calder.

Well, that's to let you think we're wasting time.

No, why not?

About time.

You can go.

Just like that?

I've got no further interest in you.

Keep away from Calder's tough and that's how things will stay.

You understand?

I understand.

See, you have to ask yourself this, but why would I have anything to do with

him?

Calder's the past.

So whatever it is that got his men killed has nothing to do with me.

Get him out of here.

What are we hoping to achieve, sir?

Work it out, Stuart.

Fairchild can't afford Frank getting rattled.

The minute he thinks it'll get done for too long, he'll sell her out.

So one way or another, she's got to get him out of here.

Try that and I'll have them both.

Of course I did. Why do you think I went there?

No, you're admitting your intention today was to kill Martin McLean.

Well, I think even I'd have difficulty persuading a jury otherwise, darling.

So, eh, how about you tell me why you think I killed my own men?

Because unless you've motive, charge me with the other stuff and I'm out of

here.

Mr Calder has a point, Jackie.

We can't actually prove he killed anyone.

Bravo. Thing is, Julie might not need proof.

See, Frank, we can prove Osmond was collecting protection money for you the

night you died.

So what?

What's that got to do with anything?

Well, maybe nothing, but it does tell us a lot about what sort of person you

are.

A man who profits from intimidating others.

See, our victim was just starting out in life.

Osmond needed all the money he could get, so maybe he was even tempted to

bit of what he collected for you.

Osmond was the straightest of days long. He wasn't cheating me.

Well, you would say that, wouldn't you? I mean, you're hardly going to admit to

something that would give you a motive for killing him.

No -one's going to believe that.

Do you think it's such a big leap?

That man who was set on killing a rival is also capable of killing two people

that were ripping him off.

Let me tell you, Frank, that jury's going to be itching to send you down.

And we'll give them every excuse.

She's not letting him off. She's trying to nail him.

I like Dozman.

I like the way he had the balls to...

To quit all that crap and make a new life for himself.

And yet Mr Burke said that you were scaring him about your brother wanting

the same thing.

I was pissed off with him for giving it up. For crawling back and wanting in

with me.

No, well, he told D .I. Ross he was just passing through. Who cares what Eddie

told him? This is about me.

About you stitching me up for something I didn't do. No, no, I want my lawyer.

And I want you to start telling us the truth.

You're getting nothing.

Until my belief comes here.

Interview suspended.

Why did he do that?

Well, we're getting somewhere.

We're getting nowhere.

Look, let him have his lawyer, Jackie.

He'll have something so other Franks know about to confess.

So?

How do you think we should play it?

Let him go?

Believe him?

I'm not sure.

Look, I need a breather, OK?

Look, I need to see you now.

I don't care.

What are you talking about?

Listen, you better be there when I get there.

So who the bloody hell is she phoning?

Frank safely under lock and key?

I don't know, but she's certainly taking fright.

That's probably right, Jackie. The question is, what does she do next?

Sir?

Hannah, I've just been telling the boss that you're keen to see Calder properly

represented.

I thought we had nothing to gain by denying him, sir.

Yeah, fair enough.

Wouldn't want the big man saying how two female officers bullied him into

admitting guilt, would we?

Actually, sir, if it's all the same, I'd like someone to take my place.

I don't feel too good.

Uh, right, sure.

Yeah, go on home.

We'll struggle by without you somehow.

I can guess what you've had.

Are you here?

Look, I know you are.

So what do you want?

Things have gone too far. What the hell's going on, Eddie? What do you

know what is. You're paying back a favour, that's all. Any debt I owed you

now paid back. That's for me to say, Hannah, not you.

You told me all Frank needed was prior warning of what we found.

You never said how he meant to use it.

How's that?

I'm not a fool, Eddie.

I told you we were interested in Baxter. Next thing, he's dead.

Now, Frank's the killer. That makes me an accomplice and my career is ruined.

It wasn't Frank.

It was you killed the both of them. Well, what else was I supposed to do?

This is mine's as much as his.

I needed Frank to either get his act together or move over. I had to force

hand. Why did you do that? You killed two men.

Spare me the tears, Hannah.

I don't recall you crying when that wee student got her legs broken instead of

you. I saved your neck then and you're going to help me now.

I didn't know that was going to happen.

No, you just wanted your career back on track. So where's the difference?

It's a fair question, Hannah.

You stupid bitch.

Go back up. Go. Go.

You're going nowhere, Eddie.

So is that what this was all about?

You go drink, are you?

Yeah, well.

Least I went for it, Jackie.

I wasn't content to play second fiddle to the lights of hell.

I may not be on a fast track, but at least it's straight.

One for Calder, eh?

Even university can't change them.

So why did Fairchild agree to help him?

He had a hold over her.

Eddie had set up some poor university students so that Hannah could remain

undercover. This was payback time.

Yeah, I thought she'd been bright enough to see that one coming.

There's a world of difference between having a brain and knowing how to use

Jackie.

Yeah, well, where she is going, she'll have plenty of time to work that one out

for herself.

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