All language subtitles for Taggart s19e04 Saints and Sinners

Cigars. Cigars.

I wonder what the poor people are doing
now, eh?

We're keeping this boy up, you know.

The good man.

Gentlemen, here's to a prosperous life.

Cheers.

Cheers. Oh, that's good.

Safe home now.

And then there was three.

Cigars. Thank you. Good night.

Sean!

Yeah, you're there.

More water of life for the survivors.

For God's sake, Muir, not you as well.

Sit down, man. You're an embarrassment.
Sorry.

I'm done then. Well, this half a flat
Muir, never shut.

Hey, party all night and then straight
into the office in the morning.

How do we do it, eh?

You're a long time dead, Martin.

Charlie.

Tell Monica it's my fault you missed
your bedtime story.

There you go, son.

Get yourself a drink on us.

Thanks, Mr Turner.

So you should be driving, Mr. Platt?

I'll be fine.

Not part of the office.

I don't know what to do.

I don't know what to do.

Sir? Why would the killer leave his
shooter behind?

Some kind of calling card.

Do we know who he is?

Yep. According to his plastic, Richard
Flett.

How long is he dead?

Two and a half, three hours.

Sir?

Excite me, Stuart. The caretaker looks
after all the car parks in the block.

He found them when he came back from his
round.

What time? Just after 6am.

Flett and Muir's solicitors occupy half
the building.

Any sign of Muir?

According to the caretaker, he's
normally in before now.

I wonder what kept him this morning.

Did your partner always come into work
so early? I didn't think he would today.

Why not?

We had a late meal last night.

Who with?

Building company.

Elijah. Their MD, Martin Turner.

Any special reason for this meal?
Nothing specific.

Which restaurant?

Silver.

And what time did Mr Flett leave?

Late.

I didn't really look at the time.

And you left with him?

Yeah. Mr. Muir?

Susan, secretary.

Anyone else work here? What's happened?

Mr.

Flett, Susan.

If you don't mind, Susan, we'll speak to
you in a minute.

Any ex -cons just out of jail might have
a grudge against your father.

We're company law here, Inspector.

Does Adele know?

Adele? Mr. Flett?

Was she with you last night?

Mrs Muir?

Oh, it was her business, dear.

Meatloaf. Maybe it was food, sir.

What's the news, Gemma?

I found some kind of earth or soil on
the gun.

Get it analysed.

Looking for clues, Robbie?

Let him look.

It's the only thrill he gets these days.

Do you know a restaurant called Silver?

Yeah, yeah.

Flettenmuir had a wee dinner party there
last night.

Check it out, see how it went.

You'd better go and give Mrs Flet the
bad news.

Do you want me to do the honours?

Mrs Bedell Flett?

No, no, no, don't bother.

Well, I take it you are the police.

I phoned my husband's office this
morning.

She's coping well.

You were expecting a weeping widow.

Well, that tends to be the normal
reaction.

I've been a widow for years.

Richard's work was always far dearer to
him.

I'd have thought they were given the
manner of his death. Live by the sword,

by the sword.

You don't get to being this successful
without rubbing a few people up the

way. Including yourself, Mrs. Flint?

Let's say we worked out a modus
operandi.

He worked.

I spent his money.

So, we can assume you can't account for
your husband's movements last night?

He wasn't in the habit of asking for my
permission, no.

I'm afraid you'll have to identify your
husband's body, Mrs. Flath.

It won't be pleasant.

He was shot through the head.

I'll manage.

I wasn't on last night.

You was.

Sure. He was still here when I arrived.

Left NACA, but with a flat tip.

This will be your group.

Martin Turner.

He's a regular.

Elysium Building Company.

Stays late and tips big.

How many did he book for?

Three. Big bill for three plates of
pasta?

Mr Turner's the last of the big vendors.

Best wine, cigars.

Did, uh... What's his name? Sean.

Did he mention any agro?

No. Why?

Eh, wouldn't have missed a turn in this
part. You had a hell of a head on him in

the morning.

Young girl like you should be looking at
stuff like that.

Got to get your kicks where you can.

Right, the sphenoid and temporal bones
are shattered. The cerebral hemisphere

destroyed. You mean to get his brains
blown out?

Mystification, sir.

At very close range. With a ruger 0 .38
snub nose.

Brand spanking new, one shot fired.

Which is then just chucked away.

And there's no cartilage residue
anywhere and no fingerprints.

Just soil on the handle.

Gloves, I suppose.

Dirty ones.

All right, let me know the minute the
soil analysis comes through.

Now, I don't have time for this.

I'm a busy man.

Anyway, how should I know where it is?
They beat it before I let the dogs out.

Come on, Betty.

Are you going to see Turner?

Count your fingers first.

D .I. Ross.

You, uh, got a public relations problem?

What, my gold rake and a sidekick?

Occupational hazard.

You can't house hundreds of people
without coming across a couple of

Mr. Turner, yeah?

That's right.

You were with the myth of Richard Flett
last night?

Yeah. Mr Flett's dead, sir.

You're kidding me.

Hey, McLeish, do you hear that?

Mental. Seemed all right last night.

What? How? When?

Was last night a personal or a
professional event?

Is there a difference?

Business.

What kind of business exactly?

Just patch -up.

There were three of you?

Yeah.

That's right, either was myself, Flett,
and the sidekick, Newell.

And you?

He just drove me home.

Perhaps I could speak to Mr Turner alone
for a moment.

Still bugger, eh?

Come on, fancy.

Good to see you, Inspector.

Eh, no thanks.

Mr Flett was murdered, sir.

Jesus.

Were there any arguments last night?

No, not at all.

Did you and Mr Flett leave the
restaurant at the same time?

Aye, McLeish picked me up just before
five. I saw Flett go into his car.

Did he say where he was going?

His office.

And Mr McLeish, he drove you straight
home?

No, we creeped up behind him and went
boo.

Hardly a joking matter, Mr Turner.

Aye, all right.

McLeish drove me straight home. We're
back here for the morning shift at six.

And Mr Muir?

He left earlier, back at two.

You sure of that?

It was about then.

Okay.

Thanks for your time.

How many warnings do you need?

He was very meticulous, Mr. Platt.

Strict, was he?

Worked all the hours, God's sake.

And expected everyone else to do the
same.

I know that kind of boss.

Grew the cold fish too.

Oh, that's terrible.

Did, uh, Mr Muir get on okay with him?

Mr Muir gets on with everyone.

Can I help?

Susan and I are doing fine.

We'll, uh... I'll give you a shout if we
need your help.

Poor man.

He'd be lost without Mr Flett.

Can I ask you some questions about last
night?

Sure, go ahead.

Was Mr Muir regularly after our business
dues?

My husband does what Mr Flett tells him.

Not anymore, he won't.

Terrible, though, isn't it?

So, they were partners?

Junior and very senior partners, yes.

So do the wives ever go to these parties
and meals?

I don't.

Do they always go on very late?

Richard Flett's the night owl.

Charlie likes to slip away.

Not last night.

I'm not raw.

I take something to help me sleep.

So you don't know what time he came in?

Sorry.

I'm sure it wouldn't have been very
late, though.

One of Glasgow's most respected
solicitors was found brutally murdered

this morning.

No, we can't let him know.

Especially not a bully.

Right, what have we got?

That was Mr Turner.

Eh, building trade.

What more do you need?

Sorry, that's probably it. We've got a
lift home with one of the staff.

Stuart, any theories?

Professional spat.

According to Fletton Muir's company
article, Muir inherits the business.

Does he now?

Going concern, is it? An impressive
client base.

Is this one of them, Arcadia?

I think you're stuck in a crossword
puzzle.

Amongst the files the secretary gave me,
there was one with nothing inside it.

Just that written on the front.

Completely empty.

I'll track it down.

OK, dodgy doings at the workplace. Any
other ideas?

Well, matrimonial. This lot make sleek
marriages look blissful.

Mrs Muir's on sleeping pills.

Sleeping pills.

Can't she vouch for what time Muir got
in last night?

No.

Well, what we do know, according to
Turner, is that Muir left a lot earlier

the others.

That's not what he told us.

A lying lawyer, there's an unusual
thing.

Bring him in, Robbie.

Sir, that was Foursquare Insurance.

Richard and Adele Flett are insured for
five million apiece.

Five million each?

Who took out the policy?

Mr and Mrs Flett, jointly.

Right, Jackie, let's go and disturb the
lovely Adele's beauty fleet.

Seen that car before?

Neither. What's he doing here?

My private life's my own affair.

I couldn't have put that better myself.

You stand to inherit the legal firm,
don't you?

If I were advising a client, I'd say you
were in danger of exceeding your

powers.

I understand you left the restaurant
alone at 2am, but you told my colleagues

that you left with Mr Flett, which was
5am.

Did I?

I was confused.

Well, there's half a Flett in your
number shots.

Richard was going to leave then, decided
to stay.

Was there a lot of drink taken?

Not especially.

Did the evening get out of hand? No.

Unfortunately, Mrs Muir didn't hear you
come in.

Well, my wife doesn't eat very well.

So nobody can vouch for you between 2
and 6 a .m. yesterday morning?

Can they?

So do you think Mr Moodle will be having
difficulty with his alibi for last

night?

So what do you want me to do?

If we alibi each other, aren't we still
under suspicion?

I find the truth generally works in
situations like these.

We're getting a girl guide, aren't we?

Oh, Charlie.

Between 2 .30 and 6 .45 last night,

Mr. Charlie Muir was warmly tucked up in
my bed.

Mrs. Blatstein says, Charlie.

You should have told us.

Okay. I've been having an affair with
Adele.

Nothing to do with your inquiry.

I'll be the judge of that.

I know what you're thinking.

But it's difficult, you see.

I can't tell my wife. I can't leave her.

It would finish her off.

It'd have been better for everybody if
you'd told her that this morning.

The rigid flare, no?

God, no.

He'd have went ballistic.

What, his junior partner?

So if there had been a confrontation, a
fight could have erupted and... What,

me?

Shoot him?

I wouldn't know what end of the gun to
hold.

Monica mustn't find out about this. You
should have thought about that before,

shouldn't you?

You've no idea what it'll do to her.

Charlie Muir of the Balls for murder.

He's more worried about his wife finding
out he's been playing away from home.

Sir, the flat's bank accounts.

Nothing unusual except this one.

A joint account.

What's in it?

£170 ,000.

That's a nice wee net there.

£1 ,000 or £1 ,500 paid in regularly
over the last three years.

Not a single withdrawal.

Where did the money come in from?

Arcadia.

The empty file.

Morning.

Do they think I buried him under the
fuchsia?

It's not funny, Adele.

This is a nightmare.

Come on, you need a drink.

Look, my love.

I can't.

Running back to Monica?

This thing will tell her.

She'll have to find out sometime,
Charlie.

She'll go crazy.

You know what she's like.

Don't be a coward on this one, Charlie.

She'll survive.

A box of tissues and a phone call to
mummy.

Tell her, Charlie.

Best not hear yet?

On their way.

Seen a few precious moments along with
me.

Let's make good use of them, then.

Something they've been wanting to tell
you. You want my love child?

Even better.

The serial number and the murder weapon?

Love it when you talk dirty to me.

Boy, that firearms recognise it. They've
been looking for a batch of six Ruggers

missing from a cache they made last
month. And ours is one of them.

Missing from where? Stolen from a
stockpile in Edinburgh.

Worth a drink?

My treat.

Now, do I want sex on the beach or a
slowly comfortable school?

G and PJ.

Yeah, great.

I'll have a double and get the boy a
half a shandy.

Make it a vodka and tonic.

Eh, vodka and tonic, gin and tonic,
double malt, heavy, please.

So there's empty files, Stuart.

Arcadia. What the hell's Arcadia?

None of you do classics at school?

No, I went for techie drawing.

Lithium, the fields of heaven.

It's from Greek mythology.

Arcadia is often used to refer to an
imaginary paradise.

Arcadia and Elysium both mean heaven.

I don't think the locals see anything
heavenly about Elysium. There were two

women protested outside there yesterday
morning. Now we're cooking.

If let's get paid by some outfit called
Arcadia.

Elysium. Same company?

It's a code word.

All right, Jackie, come on. Check out
these protesters.

Stuart, find out about that empty file.
Robbie, come on.

No time for that.

It's the thought that counts, Robbie.

Arcadia.

It doesn't ring a bell.

Also, there's no files for Elysium
builders, but we know you did do work

them. They weren't amongst the bundle I
gave you?

Afraid not.

Strange.

Are we never to be left in peace?

We've got work to do.

I've no intention of disturbing you, Mr
Muir.

We've never had a client called Arcadia,
have we?

I know.

And the Elysium case, Mr Muir?

I thought I picked that up from your
office.

I told you already.

Where's the flat they're within?

Yes, but where are the files?

How do I know?

I'm not the secretary.

He's not himself at all these days.

I'll keep looking for you.

Does Elysium ever trade under the name
Arcadia?

No. Do you not want to think about that
for a moment? I've got a good memory.

You couldn't provide us with a copy of
your accounts, could you?

There you go.

The Fletton Muir appear in here. There
are several legal firms that we pay for

advice. The laws of minefield for
builders.

Do you trade under any other names?

We are proud of Elysium.

Do you get a lot of this?

This is phase two of the Kregans'
development.

Phase twos are always plagued by cranks
from phase one.

Now, is there anything else I can help
you with, gentlemen?

I'm sure we'll come up with something.

Who are you?

Oh, good evening. I'm looking for Martha
Ramsey or Betty McGoldrick. I'm not

here. Well, maybe you can help me.

Are you involved with the protest
against the Lysian Building Company?

haven't got time for us right now.

Sorry.

You just going out?

He's going into hospital.

Oh.

I apologise.

I hope he's OK.

He's not.

Okay, wee man.

Who was that?

A nosy lady.

Nice seeing you again, Robert.

You won't regret this.

I hope I never have to hear you say that
again, Robert.

Old friends are gold friends.

Right, Martha.

What the hell's he doing here?

Why me, man?

Let's meet up next.

Love you, Ben.

Good night.

No, no, no. Listen, I'll get the thing
over that side.

Right? Okay?

Monica.

I swear, Charlie, I'll kill you.

Monica, look.

It was nothing.

Who told you?

What does it matter?

Look, Adele and I were just... You're
pathetic.

Our whole lives you jumped when Richard
Flett snapped his fingers.

And the moment you had a chance to stand
on your own two feet, you danced to

Adele's tune.

I couldn't do anything else. I don't
want to hear it!

Where are you going?

Monica!

Was there anything in Turner's account?

No. He did the whistle.

Sir, not only has Muir never heard of
Arcadia, but he misplaced the Elysium

file.

Well, there's a coincidence, eh?

Turner's given it the big innocent eyes
routine as well.

Muir.

Muir's the key.

Playing the virtuous lawyer and the
misunderstood husband while he's bitten

side that gets regular payments from
Arcadia.

I want him back in here first thing in
the morning. And if he mentions

power, slap an arrest warrant on him.

I think Charlie boy knows more than he's
letting on.

Is he still breathing?

Yeah, through the bottom.

Nothing good in the telly, though, eh?

Dead? Not yet.

Got it in the neck, literally.

When? I don't know. It's a lot of blood.

Mr MacLeish found him an hour ago.

Over here, sir.

Another one.

Ruger, 0 .38. Snub nose.

Again.

Somebody's got a collection.

Get this checked out.

Turn it round the front, sir.

A man's found dead an hour after you
leave him.

Next day his partner's shot in your
premises.

Why would Muir be at your site in the
middle of the night?

I haven't a clue.

What time did you leave?

Seven. At a function until I was dragged
here.

Plenty of witnesses.

Were you and Mr Muir in touch with each
other yesterday?

Why would we be?

If I was you, I would start thinking
hard about these funny wee coincidences.

Mr. McLeish is the gentleman who picked
Mr. Turner up from the restaurant.

And the joker who was supposed to be in
night duty.

He was down the pit.

How would they see him?

Well, you're deaf as well as blind.

He must have had a shot.

Knocked off for an hour.

When? Back at nine.

Pubbing the parade. Met some mates.

You can ask them.

All right, let's start at the very
beginning.

You can tell Inspector Ross here your
life story.

Stuart, first thing in the morning,
check the courts for any cases involving

Elysium. And Arcadia.

Sure.

It was me.

We had an argument. I said terrible
things.

I was shouting.

It's my fault. Your husband's alive, Mrs
Muir? I went out, and when I came back,

he was gone.

Why did he go to the Elysium site?

I don't know.

It was funny about that place. A man
fled.

Both of them.

So what was the argument about?

She phoned me.

Is he going to die?

Well, he's in good hands, Mrs. Flatt.

You told Mrs. Muir about you and her
husband.

Charlie was right.

He said she'd go mad.

And how mad is that, Mrs. Flatt?

She's, um, ill.

She has these turns.

I never should have told her.

What did she say when you phoned her?

She already knew. I know she did, but
she didn't say anything. She just hung

I should have warned Charlie.

Mrs Fleck, you have to see the situation
you're in here.

First your husband, then your boyfriend.

Don't you see?

Don't you see that Charlie and I had
nothing to do with Richard's death?

I've been so stupid.

Go on.

I was glad when you suspected us because
I thought it was my opportunity.

Opportunity? We weren't guilty, so we
were safe.

You threw us together and I thought,
yeah, this will bring things to a head.

Bring Charlie and me together.

And it worked.

Until I told her.

I never should have told that crazy
woman.

Monica's psycho enough to do that old
man.

I'm calling with the Goodell's word for
it. They're both a couple of basket

cases. Love it. Feminine solidarity.

Oh, shut up.

The same spirit.

Turner and MacLeish aren't exactly in
the running for men of the year.

What's MacLeish's story?

He used to run with a bad boy's
minister. How beautiful story. You know

script. I'm waiting on his records.

All right, keep me posted.

Oh, guns.

Firearms boys knew they were in Glasgow.

They'd been hunting out east, including
Cregan.

Cregan? There's something interesting
here, sir.

This map here is Cregan's today.

This one 15 years ago.

See this building here?

The old pharmaceutical factory?

Knocked down four years ago. Compare it
to the new map.

The area it covered borders right onto
the lithium development.

Fletton Mew were at the High Court last
year. A dumping case at Cregan.

The judge who presided over the case
recently retired.

Spends most of his time at his club now.

I said we'd meet him there this
afternoon.

Lord Falkland.

Yes.

Come in.

DCI, but this is DS Reid.

Terrible businesses.

Flett and Muir.

You knew them well.

Not so much Muir.

Flett's been in front of me far more
often.

Good lawyer, was he?

Sometimes overplayed his hand.

Was he good in the other sense?

You know, was he fair?

The ladies like saints and sinners, good
men and bad men.

Kind of comes with the territory, don't
you think?

Isn't that what law's all about?

I just see people, Sergeant, muddling
through.

Sometimes getting it right, sometimes
wrong.

A murder and a shooting.

What would you call that, Lord Falkland?
A bit of a flip -up?

How about Charlie Muir?

Did he get a lot wrong? If nothing else,
he was in the wrong place at the wrong

time.

The Elysium trial.

Not particularly unusual.

Land that's been used for earlier
purposes often gets built upon.

What was Ender Cregan saying?

Chemicals. The complainants claimed that
the landfill caused them health

problems. However, the Elysium
adequately demonstrated that they had

decontaminated to above legal standards.

So why the trial?

There was no trial.

Thrown out at debate stage.

The complainant, who were they? A group
of residents.

Headed up by a bit of a hothead, as I
remember.

Miss McGoldrick?

Betty.

See? The dump extends right up to her
garden.

Why take Elysium to court?

Because they're poisoning her.

There used to be a farming food go
factory here.

Elysium never decontaminated it.

The rates of lung cancer are way above
average. And our son Ben's got a tumour

on his spine.

Is he OK?

Just touch and go.

Go and he'll operate.

A malignant tumour must be connected to
the dump.

Petty's dad died from emphysema eight
months ago.

There must have been a lot of
disappointed people around here when the

failed. Some old geriatric judge threw
it out, just like that.

So you must have been angry at Flet and
Muir's solicitors. Well, what chance did

they have? Up against a big company like
Elysium?

Against Elysium?

That Turner.

Ruthless to his.

I wouldn't be surprised if he'd done
those lawyers in just for trying.

Are you telling me that Flet and Muir
are representing you?

Yes.

And they acted against Elysium.

Scheister.

Boy, I'm just being Turner. I'll talk to
you later.

Mr Turner!

I didn't know you were so close to
Charlie Mew.

I've got a sick granny.

Maybe getting his throat shot out in
your backyard has brought you together.

You never told us about the problems you
had over the Cregan's dump.

I told you.

Every development has its cracks.

Aye, but you forgot to mention that
Fletton Muir prosecuted you. Case came

nothing. I put it right out of my head.

Whilst you were paying them to advise
you.

You know, you should brush up on your
law, Inspector. There's nothing illegal

that. Now, if you don't mind, give me
some peace.

What's the prognosis?

He might get his voice back unless he
ends up paralysing the neck down.

It's in the balance right now.

Mute lawyer.

I'll be on the phone.

The soil's from a garden, a well -pended
one.

Composite suffused with fertiliser and
weed killer.

You mean the sort of stuff you get at a
garden centre?

Exactly. I want samples from both the
Fletts and the Muirs gardens. I'm

on to it.

Pull over here. This is Fletts' cab.

Right.

You got a fag?

Straight back to the site.

And no pissing off for a fly pint, you
understand?

Gemma! Well, you lot be finished. I need
to find out what Turner was looking for

in there. It could be a while, but it
might be worth the wait.

There's no danger of these killing him
now.

Turner's or the gunman's? Oh, and the
soil on the carpet.

No gun, though.

We need in there soon.

So, Muir got shot at Turner's work.

And Turner's killed in Fletch's house.

Are they playing musical coffins here?

The lock was picked by Turner or the
killer.

Well, Turner came up through the tree.
He'd know how to pick a lock.

How did he get here, though? There's no
car outside.

Sir, found in a wheelie bin, four doors
down, a Ruger .38, nubbed nose.

What kind of killer with a long lip in
his pocket throws away his weapon every

time? Someone who thinks every time will
be his last. OK, thanks. There were

three Nighthawks at the restaurant, all
are dead.

Or just about.

Leaving the driver, McLeish.

I've just spoken to firearms about the
Miffing guns.

One of the names on their list of
portable fences is a Mr Thomas McLeish.

McLeish.

Meet me outside in a minute.

Mr Turner a regular visitor, was he?

I don't know who he is.

Except that he had been here with
Richard.

Your husband's killed.

Your boyfriend's shot. Now a house guest
has ruined your carpet.

What was he doing here?

I have no idea. He was looking for
something. What?

You just came back from the hospital and
found him.

Do you think I did this? I think you're
up to your neck in bodies, Mrs Flett.

Stuart, you and me will invite MacLeese
for morning coffee.

Robbie, get back to the restaurant.

There's something we're missing about
that night.

I'll go and see if Rip Van Winkle's sore
throat's cleared up yet.

He's heavily sedated.

Try again tomorrow?

Yeah.

Thanks.

Mr Ramsey?

When's the operation?

Tomorrow. Well, that's good.

Yeah.

Progress. We'll see.

Still chasing lawyer killers?

Yeah, afraid so.

I can't see them weeping for them.

You pay them and they make you do all
the work.

Then we lose the case anyway.

What work?

All that information we dug up.

The chemicals in the landfill.

The diseases they cause.

The lithium's decontamination report.

Huge big folder of stuff.

Didn't work?

Never even got presented.

Mustn't he?

Better be going.

There was another twist in the case of
the lawyer's shootings in Glasgow this

morning as a rumour circulated about a
possible affair between the dead man's

wife, Mrs Adele Flett, and his business
partner, Mr Charles Muir.

Can I get a cup of tea, Mrs Muir?

No.

Shall I let you know when he's awake?

He's all yours, what's left of him.

The police has gone AWOL.

Sean, this is the policeman who was
asking about Mr Turner.

My lips are sealed.

Client confidentiality. Oh, shut it,
son. This is a murder inquiry.

I'll leave you to it.

What do you want to know?

Was there any aggro the other night?

I can't remember.

A bit of ribbing when one of the guys
left early.

Charlie Muir?

Don't ask me names.

I'm their best buddy till the tip comes,
but once they're at the door... There's

a big bell for three people.

Four.

Four.

There's a book for three.

Turner and the two lawyers.

There was another guy at first.

He left before that guy you mentioned.

Who's he?

No idea.

What did he look like?

Wearing a suit.

Middle -aged, middle -class, middle
everything.

They all looked the same to me. And he
left first?

Gemma, tell me you're here to bring a
smile to my face. I'm not sure I can.

soil doesn't match any of the major
brands. Local suppliers think it must

been bulk bought from abroad.

Is it possible to trace it? I'm working
on it.

Gemma. Hi.

I helped Mr Muir fill out for the count.

I met Robert Ramsey.

His son's in a poor way.

Ramsey can't be that happy with his
lawyer.

Yeah, well, he reckons his wife and
Betty McGoldrick did all their work for

them. You know, they put together this
report on toxic waste and Elysium's

decontamination, but it never even got
presented at the court.

Why not?

I don't know.

Flettenmuir couldn't have thrown the
case, could they?

Well, lost it deliberately.

Well, they were in the pay of Elysium.

You know, was that the deal?

Make sure the opposition lose?

If Turner hadn't decontaminated
properly, it would have saved a lot of

But... You were right about the
restaurant. There was a surprise guest.

Who? Another businessman, or at least a
guy in a suit, and he left before

Charlie Muir. Yeah, well, Muir can't
tell us anything now.

At least, not yet.

Yeah, Flet and Turner have been well and
truly highlight.

Sir, Uniform have just picked up McLeish
down his local.

Go with Jackie.

Try your conspiracy theory in a judge.

Robbie, give Mr McLeish time to get his
feet under the table. Then I want blood

and snotters.

Last time we met, Lord Falkland, we were
under the impression that solicitors

Fletton Muir had acted for Elysium in
the Craigins case, not against him.

Doesn't say much about police
efficiency, does it?

Nobody was volunteering to correct us.

Speaks volumes about lawyers'
evasiveness.

That's what they're paid for.

What, to win at all costs?

You know of a better legal system?

Is it possible that Fletton Muir could
have thrown the Elysium case?

Like boxers? I certainly hope not.

What arguments did they present on
behalf of their clients?

Oh, they argued, but with the lack of
evidence.

Well, people at the Cregan say they
prepared a report.

Facts and figures.

I saw no such report.

Is it possible their lawyers decided not
to present it?

If it was inadmissible or flimsy, then
yes.

Or if it was in the lawyer's own
interest to suppress it.

That would be a most serious breach.

You take them there, too.

Aye. Him and who else?

Just Turner.

Who else is at the restaurant apart from
Turner and the two lawyers?

I don't know.

I just drove him.

You get a nasty habit of being just out
of sight when people are shot.

So you're just a driver, eh, Tommy?

Let's try last night again.

I left Turner outside flat and went back
to work.

What did he want there?

Going to pick something up. What?

A recipe for a dumpling. How should I
know?

You saw him into the premises?

I dropped him and drove on.

Packed a night watch.

We can all sleep safe in our beds when
MacLeish is on watch.

The other night was a one -half.

I had to see a man about a dog.

How is business, Mr MacLeish?

What are you on about?

What kind of dog was it yet to see this
man about Tommy?

A gun dog?

We know Tommy.

You're a friend for guns in the East End
arms trade.

So, the information you got for the
court case, you have a copy? There's

my computer, but the most important
stuff, we only had one copy of.

And you gave it to the lawyers?

What was it, the important stuff?

A report from the Environmental
Protection Agency, and at least there

report of their decontamination.

The agency, if we could get again, but
lithium.

We'll have destroyed any copies. Fine.

It was the basis of our case.

It didn't match the environment agency.

At the very least, they decontaminated
on the cheap.

And didn't you ask for it back when the
case failed?

Of course we did.

Well, it gave us some mumbo -jumbo about
keeping it under legal supervision.

Thought it might be able to reopen the
case one day.

So if this file was found, it would be
damaging to Elysium?

It would prove they're poisoning us.

Thank you, ladies.

That's illegal, by the way.

Just coming to see you.

Might be able to raise your spirits now.

You tracked down the supplier?

I did.

The company specialises in moving huge
amounts of earth for big projects.

They do botanics, National Trust, that
kind of size, and Elysium.

Supply them earth for their houses,
gardens.

Including Craigens? Mm -hm. Phase one
and phase two. The whole enchilada.

Like I thought, the soil at all the
crime scenes comes from under the feet

the victims and their killer.

Well, you haven't raised my spirits
much.

Narrowed the steps, fancy anybody who's
ever been there. I haven't finished yet.

Soil. Earth.

Don't you recognise it?

You had me on.

Elysium crud.

And each crime scene on every gun, on
the shoes and hands of the killer.

You must get pretty clogged up with that
stuff in your job.

Who doesn't?

All right, let's see.

Victor MacLeish was one of the last
people to see Fleth alive.

He's on G, the nightmare shot.

And dresses both.

Who he hated. To the place of his
murder.

And works in the earth and at every
crime scene. No.

You're putting two, two together and...
Getting what?

And we haven't even added in guns yet.
Guns that you were trading.

Like a double murder and an attempted
murder so far.

I didn't murder anyone. Were you the
fourth man at the restaurant, Tommy? No.

What was Turner looking for in the flat
house? I don't know.

All right.

How do you smoke, Tommy?

These are yours, aren't they?

I don't smoke.

A crowned Bithai permanent dead body.

Smoking's bad for your health, right
enough.

Would you like a lawyer?

Oh, no, no, I forgot. One's in the
hospital, the other one's in the

They're not mine.

You're only plumbed here, pal. Your paw
prints are all over them.

I gave them to Turner.

He was always catching smokes.

His prints will be on them, too.

Well, we'll see if you can find a nice
charity bill for Tommy.

He's planning a long, romantic holiday.

These facts place you at the crime
scene.

You'd better start talking.

Now. The guns.

I get asked every now and then where he
can get a shooter.

I hear stuff around the pubs. Where do
you find the prospective client?

It's a guy who... Sir.

D .C. Fraser.

Do you realise what you've just done?

It's important.

Nothing's as important as what MacLeese
was about to tell us!

I think this is what you've all been
looking for.

The Arcadia file.

You knew this was in your house all the
time.

A lawyer's mole, and you never heard of
withholding evidence.

It incriminates Charlie.

Yeah.

Poor old Charlie.

People are being killed, Mrs Flett. I
didn't know what was in it. But you knew

it was important.

I knew that Richard wanted it kept
secret.

And Charlie Muir too?

After Richard was murdered, yeah.

So why didn't you give it to us then?

You realise it was connected to money
paid into an account from Elysium? No, I

didn't make that connection.

Do you know now what's in this?

I never looked.

You're some girl for burying your head
in the sand, aren't you, Adele?

Just as long as the paychecks keep
coming and the boyfriend pops round

regularly. I've forgotten.

Little Miss Prim.

What you've been holding back, Mrs
Flett, proves that Elysium didn't

decontaminate Phase 1 or Phase 2 of
Craigins. And the fact that it was

your house proves that Flett and Muir
suppressed vital evidence.

I realise that now.

Is Charlie going to jail?

People out there are being poisoned.
It's not Charlie's fault.

My husband called the shots.

Charlie didn't even realise what was
going on until after Richard was shot.

Maybe you can help him.

We know there's somebody else involved
in this little cartel.

Who would that be, Mrs Flett? I don't
know. I would tell you if I did. I've

given you the file and I've told you
everything that I know.

Now, please, can I just go to the
hospital?

You were saying?

I can't remember.

Well, let me jog your memory.

You're about to go down for a very long
stretch for the murders of Flett and

Turner and the shooting... I only know
where they're stored.

I'm not the same guy you tell me.

The name, Tony.

I thought he's got anything to do with
murders. The name.

Look, he's an old mate.

A straight guy.

I don't want him getting... Just give us
the name, MacLeish.

Name.

Ramsey.

Robert Ramsey.

We need to bring Ramsey and Jackie.

He's got guns and God knows he's got
motive.

Sir, the search and arrest warrants are
on their way. Get a backup team out to

Cregan. No, Ramsey won't be there.

His son was going through his operation
today. He'll have spent the night with

him. Right, get a couple of uniforms and
test the house.

Jackie, you'll be beat.

Come on,

Ben.

You'll be fine.

But tonight, you'll be back up here with
me and your mum.

What in the name is happening here?

Mrs McGoldrick, we're on police
business.

Is there nobody home? What are you
looking for?

Like my colleague said, it's police
business.

Great, isn't it?

For three years we've been poisoned
here.

My dad's dead and her son's got a
tumour. But the minute some fancy

corrupt builder, gets in the neck,
you're suddenly all over the shop,

us, breaking into decent folk's houses.
Mrs McGoldrick, we have reason to

believe that firearms have been stored
here.

Gun?

Hi, Ben.

Do you remember me? I'm Jackie. I met
you at your house.

I've heard the day's a big day.

Where's your dad, son?

He went outside for a cigarette.

You shouldn't be in here just now.

I thought the boy's father stayed with
him round the clock.

Well, he goes out for something to eat.

I have to ask you to leave.

How long does he stay out for?

An hour.

Goes for a walk sometimes, round the
necropolis.

Ramsey. Something up with Ben? No, Ben's
fine, Robert.

You're storing firearms, Mr. Ramsey.

You know nothing. You've received
information.

My son's about to go through hell today.

You think I give a shit about your guns?
Sorry, and guns are the least of your

worries, Mr. Ramsey. But you're right,
it is.

Do you have any idea what my wife and I
have been through?

Ben.

My son might never recover after today.
Those guns have killed two people, maybe

three. And you've got reason to do all
of them. You don't order here. Did you

kill them?

I don't need this.

Right, I'm taking you in.

But you can't.

I've taken Ben down to the operating
theatre now.

There's nothing I can do about that.

Give me two minutes with my boy, then
I'll help you. I haven't got two

In the name of God!

Sir.

Two minutes.

After that, I'll give you what you want.

Nothing, sir.

Okay, lads, let's go.

Dad, I'll see you after.

Either me or your mum, son.

Dad. Be brave, son.

Dad. You'll do grand.

Dad.

Dad.

Mr. Ramsey.

I needed the money.

The spec would be bang thick.

There's four guns missing.

Can't be.

They were all there.

One each for Flett, Muir and Turner.

Where's the other one?

I don't know.

They were all there.

But it wasn't me.

I haven't touched them. I swear on my
boy's life.

Who else uses your car?

Nobody. Just me and...

And where is she now?

Who the hell was the fourth man in the
restaurant that night? We need to know.

Inspector, Charles Muir's regained
consciousness.

Muir's the only one that can tell us who
the mystery man is.

Go now, Jackie.

Whoever it is, his name's on that gun.

Sir.

If you come closer, you can hear him.

Here.

And then there was three.

Stay calm there.

It's the judge.

It's Falkland.

Get over to Falkland's club. Now!

I know what this is about, Mrs... It
must be hard, remembering the names of

little people.

I can see how you're angry.

If I'd known about the research you'd
done... You knew, all right.

Come on, Robbie, take a foot down.

I assure you, no evidence was presented
to the court.

Now, of course, the case can be
reopened.

A bit late for Ben.

My son, Ben Ramsey.

Of course, Ben.

That's what we'll do.

Reopen the case.

You think I'd be standing here with a
gun if it was as easy as that? You can

turn a blind eye to this. The court will
understand.

You're all upset.

No.

I'm not.

I used to admire people like you.

Judges. Lawyers. What you're doing here.

You're going to need my help.

I'm the only person that can help you.
You?

You can't help or harm anyone anymore.
Listen to me.

I'm the only hope you've got.

Do that! Do that!

What good can this do you?

You won't be with your boy anymore.

I'll get out. After how many years?

Ben, I'll understand.

He's ill.

He'll get better.

He's strong.

Listen, please.

I have influence, even with doctors.

I can make sure that your boy will get
the best treatment possible. That's how

you bargained with Flair and Turner.

I'll do this for you if you give me
that, and if a few people die of cancer

along the way, where... I swore there
was nothing dangerous in Cregans.

Listen.

Please.

I'm no saint.

But I never realised.

You think you're so righteous.

You haven't got a clue how the world
works.

Sir. This way.

Judges and lawyers and doctors.

We all waste half our lives clearing up
after people like you look at you.

Couldn't have just done nothing, could
I?

I thought we'd got here sooner.

We didn't have two minutes, Jackie.