All language subtitles for Taggart s21e04 Running Out of Time

Did you know him?

Yeah.

He's one of ours.

Let me see him.

He's a detective.

His name's Archie Meads.

Archie Meads.

Sitting down there in the living room
having a can watching the football.

The bell goes.

Archie answers, I'm thinking it's his
wife.

What, she has to ring?

They're separated.

Six months.

Anyway, I'm thinking I'll keep the head
down, leave them to it.

I hear a bang.

I run out, Archie's lying on his back,
spark out.

There's a guy with a handgun.

Wearing a balaclava, five, ten, maybe
six foot.

He's heading down the path.

I shout out.

He turns round.

He's crouching down like this, you know,
like a pro.

I dive for cover.

So I'm flat on my arse and he's liked
it.

Gone.

That's it.

Then I caught the ambulance.

And that was at 14 .07?

Whatever.

You two worked together for a while?

Three years.

Why would anyone want to target Archie?

I don't know.

I wasn't even supposed to be here. We
were just having a drink.

So, Kevin, have you got any ideas about
this gunman?

Well... What?

We bust this guy last week.

Stevie Dixon.

He threatened Archie.

Threatened him?

How?

Said he was going to kill him.

We bust open this filing cabinet.

There must be 20 grand here.

See you later, Carol.

Right, if there's money involved, I'd
better call the Professional Standards

Unit. Oh, no, no, let's not get the
rubber heels involved just yet.

OK.

So, do you want to ruin the boss's
holiday or will I do it?

Ach, no, leave him. He needs a break.

We'll deal with it.

What, a cock gets shot and we find 20
grand in the cupboard and you don't

we need to call the boss?

Maybe we should, sir.

No, we need to speak to Stevie Dixon
first.

You talk to Archie's wife, we'll meet up
at five. Stuart.

That's the joint, eh?

Microsoft Word. Nine quid.

Is that cheap?

That's Bill Gates.

Can I help you?

Police officer.

Looking for Mr Dixon.

Do you bet they'd never give up?

Listen, I'm not interested in your dodgy
CDs and your space invader games, OK?

There were two cops here last week.

Correct. And one of them is now dead.

What?

Wasn't here.

So what do you call this?

Just a hobby.

Trothwick Hotel. Tracy here. How may I
help you?

Yes, hello. I was just wondering if Mr
Burke's around?

Mr Burke? No, I'm afraid he's not back
yet. Can I take a message?

Yeah. Could you tell him that Jackie
called?

He'll be enjoying the fishing.

It's a lovely day.

No doubt.

What's your number?

Yeah, if you could just get him to give
him a call when he gets back.

Yes, okay, you will do. Thanks.

Can I help you?

Oh, I'm Detective Sergeant Reid.

I'm afraid I've got a bit of bad news
for you.

Did you burn all this stuff here?

It's imported.

Imported from where?

Stevie gets it all. I just do the shop.

Where is he?

Right, Stuart, let's get a guide and
hoover this lot up.

Is that the boat?

Boat?

He's got a boat down in the Clyde.

Hires that out for fishing.

They're very good.

They're crap.

Profitable, but crap nevertheless.

I should be the one making you three.

If you want me to play the distraught
wife, I'm sorry.

It's not in my repertoire.

You don't seem very surprised by the
news.

Who was it? A bookie? Or some poor real
lassie's husband?

Well, we don't know as yet.

But you were saying that after you'd
been married a year... I think there had

been two, maybe three other women by
that time.

That's apart from the gambling.

Was that a problem?

He emptied our joint account of £13
,000.

Would you find that a problem?

I think I'd find that a betrayal.

To tell you the truth, the money wasn't
the worst.

It was the fat WPC from Wishother with
the last straw.

I haven't seen him since.

And what about you?

Me? What about me?

Is there anyone else now?

No.

No one.

And how's business?

There's no shortage of dog lovers with
more money than taste, if that's what

mean.

I'm afraid I made a statement on access
to your bank accounts.

To see if I paid to get them shot.

No, that's not what I meant.

Put this in your report, Sergeant.

I don't know who it was that shot the
bastard.

Yeah, well, I can't get hold of him when
he's mobile.

Just leave it then.

A colleague's dead, Stuart.

The boss should be told.

I'm sure we'll manage.

Manage what?

Nothing. What do you mean, nothing?

Is Robbie there?

Aye. Yeah, well, tell him to get a watch
in the wife's house, ASAP.

She's at it. At what?

Jackie?

Jackie?

Where the hell is she?

Lost the signal.

Lank DVDs.

It's unbelievable.

There's thousands of them.

Okay, let's go.

Can I help you?

Eh, we're looking for Stevie Dixon.

Ah, he's not here, mate.

What was he about earlier on?

I've been here all morning.

Haven't seen a hide in the hair of him.

He was a wee bit upset.

I hear he got lifted last week.

Aye, we heard that too.

What sort of goods get handled here?

Postal stuff, mostly.

Small bit.

Well, if you see Mr. Dixon, ask him to
call D .I. Ross on this number.

Yeah, sure.

So what's going on?

Just get him to call.

Ah, here we are.

He's definitely on the lock. He's hired
a boat.

Will you be having dinner with Mr Burke
later?

No, I have to head back to town.

Where do they usually fish?

You'll probably find him on the East
Bay. That's a favourite.

What are his observations?

BP 70 over 14 falling.

Tachycardic at 140.

Okay, let's get him on the table,
please.

When was he shot?

About five hours ago. Five hours, what's
his name?

Oh,

sorry, Matthew.

Matt. Okay.

Matt, can you squeeze my hand, please?

He's lost a lot of blood. We'll be
giving him 500 mils of saline.

Get me two units cross -matched and some
O negative now, please.

Don't you worry, Matt. We'll soon have
you sorted out. Well, he's still with

Stuart. That's about all I know.

What are the doctors saying?

Well, it's not really good, but they're
doing what they can.

Stuart, can I have a look at this?

I've got to go, Jackie.

Let me know when.

We'll live.

Yeah. You know, any news? Yeah, yeah.
Bye.

Bye.

Well?

Doesn't look good, Robbie.

Should have called him. He was too late
by then. No.

Should have listened to her.

All we can do is catch the bastard.

Yeah, looks like they've caught it.

Footprint there.

Knee there.

Through the reeds.

Can you get a shot of the ground here?

Timberlands, apparently.

See if Dixon's got a pair to match.

From his wife?

No option.

There's nothing left of the bullet that
killed Archie Meads.

Straight through his skull and out the
window.

The other bullet's buried in the boss's
neck.

So the boss is a victim and a witness.

Great.

We'll need to find Dixon.

And soon.

Right, lads, I want this double -teamed
at all times. Understood?

One goes to the toilet, the other to
stay.

Excuse me, could I just ask you about Mr
Burke?

Do we know about the next of kin?

Oh, no, I've tried to contact his
family, but no joy of the air.

How is he?

Well, I just got this back from X -ray.
The bullet's lodged in the anterior of

the atlas vertebrae to the back of the
spine here.

So could there be spinal damage?

Well, it's too early to say.

I lost a lot of blood. The bullet caused
major lateral trauma, but just missed

his left ventral jugular.

No, I'm sorry, you've lost me.

Well, basically, we need to get that
bullet out. It's very close to the

cord, but we can't operate till the
swelling goes down.

We've deeply sedated him and stabilised
the situation.

My colleague.

So when do you think he can operate?

Two, maybe three days.

Is he... I mean... I won't give you any
false hope. This is a very serious

injury. Right now, I'm afraid it's just
wait and see.

Could we have a copy of that x -ray?
Yeah, no problem.

Do you think this may have something to
do with Archie?

Do they know each other?

Not that I know of.

Are you sure ballistics can't do
anything more with this?

You know the story. They need the
bullet.

And when are they going to get it?

Robbie, right now they're just trying to
keep him alive. The bullet's the least

of their worries.

Bastard. What a bastard.

Here. Excuse me.

There's a call for you.

Oh, thank you.

D .S. Reid.

Yeah, we'll be right there.

What is it?

D .B. Dixon's just walked into the
office with his lawyer.

This sign here.

Send your boots and clothes for forensic
analysis.

What is that, then? Foot in mouth?

I'm not in the mood, Mr. Dixon.

Well, let's go home, then.

Your wife furnished you with an alibi
which has since proven false.

So I want you to tell me what you know
about the shooting of the two police

officers.

I don't know anything about any
shooting.

You were arrested last week by
detectives Meads and McQuillan.

By for pirate CD.

That was it.

You battered.

I'm going to kill you.

I swear I will.

Any comment?

Do you deny you threatened to kill D .C.
Meads?

I never said anything like that.

And I don't know anything about this
other cop, whoever the hell he is. This

other cop is my boss and he's fighting
for his life.

So where were you this morning?

I was on my boat.

You're listening to me, Stevie. You are
in deep shit here.

Oh. You met the wife then? Where were
you?

I was in the hospital.

Room 303. Anyone corroborate that?

Need a name.

Mary Innes.

Mrs Mary Innes.

She owns the tanning salon across the
road from my club.

Sorry, mate.

They're both Timberlands.

Other than that, they can't say.

So we can't place them at the lock side.
Sorry.

Yeah, and I hate to say this, but your
story holds up as well.

He went into the hotel at the time he
said he did, and Mary Innes, the lady

the tanning salon, confirms it.

Could have gone to the hotel and then
headed off.

Yeah, yeah, you could have.

What about the gun?

We've taken the shop and this house
apart.

Nothing.

OK, check his boat again. Not letting
him go till we've a full forensic test

his clothes.

His lawyer won't like it. Exactly.

And find out if the boss ever had
anything to do with Archie Meads.

Hello?

Yes, Doctor, it's DS Reid.

Yeah, we'll be right there.

See you there.

So, what's the next step?

Well, we've stabilised him as much as we
can, and so far he's holding his own.

So we plan to operate tomorrow. His
father's given the go -ahead.

Strangely enough, he's never visited.

No.

I believe they aren't close.

OK, fine. I'll make the arrangements
then.

Right.

I've checked all our files.

Burke and Mead's never worked together,
but they do know one another.

They made phone calls to each other over
the last week.

So it's no coincidence they've both been
targeted.

Yeah. The last thing Meads did was text
this number to the boss.

Johnny Luth's gone.

He owns a large country estate near
Kippen.

How are they, anyway?

They're operating tomorrow.

Listen, we're no use here. Let's get
some sleep.

Jackie, first thing in the morning, find
out about this guy.

Stuart, we're going to have to search
the box at flat.

Excuse me, gents.

I'm looking for Mr Lewis Scott.

The Brigadier.

Some over there.

Oh, thank you.

Miss, walk round the red flags.

Oh!

Brigadier?

Detective Sergeant Reek?

Hello.

Johnny. Johnny Lewis Scott.

What can I do for you?

There's really friends down there.

Yeah.

This must be his son.

You wonder how well you ever know
anyone.

Stuart, I've got the boss and Archie
Meads in the same angling club.

Must be thousands here.

So how long have you finally been here?

Well, this room was part of the original
keep.

Dates back to the 12th century.

Over the centuries, various members of
the family added new wings.

There's a Jacobean wing, a Georgian
wing, a Victorian wing.

The last addition to the house was made
by my father in the 40s.

That's him.

He died two years ago.

And you inherited the estate?

Yes. I've made a few changes. You have
to move with the times.

We organise hunting and shooting
parties.

We even hire out the house in the summer
for weddings.

These are the gentlemen I was telling
you about.

Detective Constable Archie Mead and
Detective Chief Inspector Matthew Burke.

Do you recognise them?

No, I don't.

So you have no idea why DC Meads would
give Mr Burke your number just before

they were both shot?

My telephone number?

No, I haven't the slightest clue.

Who knows?

Perhaps they wanted to come up here and
do a bit of shooting.

How is the injured officer?

He's critical.

He's in intensive care.

I'm terribly sorry about that.

I wish I could be of more help.

6 ,420.

They match the notes we found in Mead's
house.

This is just unbelievable.

Well, you know what we have to do.

Now, Matthew Burke is a twisted,
aggravating pain in the arse.

But he wouldn't take a free cup of tea,
let alone a backhander, and you know it.

Well, I know it.

We have to take this to the professional
standards unit.

Well, well, well.

You've got a short memory, Robbie.

What do you mean?

No, it's just that I don't remember the
boss squealing to the PSU when you were

found with your trousers at your ankles
last year.

And we had to cover for you.

Yeah, but I just... They'd hang him out
to dry. You know what they're like.

There's no smoke without fire. Listen,
Jackie... No!

You listen to me.

You either back the boss or you don't.

Matthew Burke is not on the take.

Right?

I'm not stupid, I know that. Yeah, we'll
just forget about the bloody PSU, will

we?

Sorry, I... Will I come back?

No.

No, we're finished here.

How's Matt?

Yeah, he's still unconscious.

They're going to operate this morning.

How'd you get on with Dixon?

He's got a watertight alibi.

He's a lying bastard. You take that from
me.

We're pre -opping him now if you want to
see him before.

Oh, I really wish you could see the
boys.

Stuart's brought you flowers, but he's
not allowed to bring them in.

Strathclyde's finest.

Oh, you're talking of which?

Did you know you were all over the
papers?

Turns out you're a top detective.

Right boys.

Kevin, you bastard!

So what's the hold -up?

He's not well enough.

They've postponed it till tomorrow.

Jesus Christ. It's a torture.

Yeah, but it might be for the best.

Come on, lads, we need to stay focused.

Anything on Stevie's clothes?

No, nothing.

Right, what we need to do is put more
pressure on the Dixons. Come on, Stuart.

They're making a total mug out of you,
do you know that?

Nobody's doing anything to me, right?

This is all going to blow over.

So it will.

Well, if you keep your mouth shut, we'll
be fine.

Thanks for your call. You too, come on.

This is harassment.

We'll give you a receipt for anything we
take.

My lawyer should be here.

You're right.

Someone ought to be the patsy for all
this, Stevie boy. How much did they pay

you? Look, I've told you, there's no
-one else.

We've linked you to the bribery money.

What money?

Come on, your DNA's all over the
envelope, Stevie.

You tried to frame our boss and now he's
in the hospital with a bullet in his

neck. Hey, whoa.

I never touched any envelopes.

OK?

So you're spreading all this cash
around, then?

Is there a big job on?

Is that it?

When do you leave me alone?

Tell them!

For God's sake, tell them or I will! You
shut it!

It's Mickey Watson you want.

You'll find him at the port. Out!

Get out, Piers!

You two ought to come back and bring a
warrant.

What else could I do?

I'm a dead man.

So, what can I do for you this time?

Seems you know Stevie Dixon quite well.

He goes in and out in his boat.

He used to do a few wee delivery jobs
for me.

Used to?

Yeah, well, I had to nail everything
down when he was around.

Our relationship was mutually
terminated.

What's he done now?

Your name came up in our murder inquiry.

What murder inquiry?

What are you talking about? One dead cop
and another critical.

And what's that got to do with me?

What is this?

Where were you yesterday morning?

At work.

Transporting stuff.

Delivering, picking things up.

You saw me yourself.

We saw you three hours after the
shooting.

We need to see a tack of graphs and
paperwork.

There's the tacos.

Been painting?

Yeah, I thought I'd freshen the place up
a bit.

It was hard, wasn't it?

Who?

That lunatic wife of his.

What makes you say that?

She hates my guts for sacking her.

But she's a lying bitch.

Is that all?

That woman wouldn't know the truth if it
jumped up and bit her on the arse.

Evina?

Hi, but not me.

I'm Detective Sergeant Jackie Reed. You
can go here.

Yeah, I know. I've just seen him leave.

Well, I've got nothing to say to you.
Well, you spoke to my colleagues about

Mickey Watson.

What's he involved in you? Listen to
you.

Leave me alone, will you?

Does your husband have access to a lot
of fun?

Look at this place. It's not exactly
Harrods, is it?

So why is he connected to Watson?

Look, Davina, we can speak in
confidence.

Look, I'm trying to help you here. Can
you not see that? Look, why don't you

just piss off?

Go and annoy somebody else. Go on, leave
me in peace.

Look, take my mobile number.

Call me anytime, night or day.

We can talk in private.

Who's that?

Why didn't you phone back?

I've been busy.

I had the police at my place all day
asking about a murdered cop. What the

hell's going on? Would you calm down?

It's got nothing to do with us. Don't
give me that bullshit. They were here

Everything is fine.

And tomorrow?

It's all said.

I paid a lot of money for all this.

If it goes pear -shaped because of
Strathclyde's boys in blue sniffing

you'll regret it.

Oh, you.

Don't you ever talk to me like that
again.

I'll talk to you any damn way I like.

And it better not go wrong.

Understood?

Jackie, you need a break.

Ach, I'm fine.

Thanks.

How did you get on with the fishing club
members?

I cross -checked all their names.

There's no link to the Landridge Gun
Club.

I'm not surprised.

The boss hates guns.

So what did you find out about this
Scot?

Well, for a start, he's no chinless
wonder.

He cultivates that image, but it's just
a front.

He retired two years ago from the SAS.

To do what?

Well, it says in there, security
consultant, but he's not very good at

How do you know that?

He went bankrupt last year.

Hasn't got a penny to his name.

He didn't have any business with the
board that we know of. Nothing we can

What about with Archie Meads?

Lewis Scott.

I'd remember that name. Doesn't mean a
thing to me.

Have you checked up on Archie's files?

Aye. No back three years.

No mention of him.

But Archie was obviously concerned about
him.

Maybe they all went hunting, shooting
and fishing together.

No, we don't think so.

I know this guy.

Watson. Bent lorry driver.

He'll check our files, but I don't think
he'd anything to do with Archie.

How'd you get on with Stevie Dixon?

Well, you might ask. You're pointing a
finger, but we can't get anything on

All I know is he was mouthing off about
Archie.

How's Mr. Buck?

Not good.

A list of flights from Glasgow to
Latvia.

And? Lewis Scott and Watson travelled in
the same flight to Riga. A need for a

Scotland -Latvia match.

I'm just trying to picture the Brigadier
and I see you, Jimmywig.

How did this soldier boy strike you,
Jackie?

Oh, perfectly charming.

Yeah, let's see how charming he'll be
with me.

Get Watson in. I'll let them both stew.

Excuse me.

Is the brigadier around?

He's due back soon.

Can I help you?

Do you keep a record of the comings and
goings here?

Well, I keep a register, if that's what
you mean.

Can I have a look?

Here you go.

Six to the seventh.

You were right.

It's just the two of them here.

The brigadier and Mr Watson.

And again, you.

The two of them alone?

It looks like it.

That was my day off.

Did you shoot yourself?

I run the estate for the brigadier.

That's it.

Hello. You come for the shooting?

D .I. Ross, I wonder if we could have a
wee chat.

I'm a bit busy at the moment, as you can
see.

These gentlemen have just come from
Italy for a bit of shooting.

Ah, buongiorno, signore.

Buongiorno. If you'd like to leave your
number.

No, I don't think you'd grasp the
seriousness of this.

I want to interview you about a murder
and an attempted murder.

No. I'm afraid that's completely out of
the question.

This way, gentlemen.

You enjoy killing?

No.

Seven years on and off in bandit
country. What were you doing there?

I was a soldier.

I was doing my job.

I have to tell you, you're making a big
mistake here.

I wouldn't be involved in killing a
policeman. It would be bad for business.

Business is bad, according to your
accounts.

I've suffered some financial
embarrassment.

You're an undischarged bankrupt,
Brigadier.

You're about to lose your house, aren't
you?

Pending appeal.

So what's the deal with Mickey Watson?

I enjoy the odd pop at a clay pigeon.

That's it.

So you and Lewis Scott have to know each
other well, then?

I wouldn't say so, no.

You share an interest in football.

So do you like a pie at halftime?

Excuse me?

You know, game of two halves, sleeping
giants, sick as a parrot.

Ah, the Latvia game.

Yes, well, we're both sporting
masochists. We enjoy watching Scotland.

So we went to a football match together.
So what?

What was the score?

We murdered them. 0 -3.

Are you finished?

So what do you think?

I don't know.

The story caught it back up.

Yeah, well, they're up to something
together.

What's up, Stuart?

You know you asked me to check all the
surveillance logs?

Yeah. I kept a man in Angela Mead's
house.

The widow?

Cara's made three visits to the cottage
in the last three days.

The driver parked 100 yards down the
road, then sneaked in through the back.

Who is it?

D .F. McQuillan.

Doesn't look too good, does it?

You tell me.

My dad was a baker in Billslands over
there.

45 years and all he got was a cough and
a gold watch. It never worked.

What are we up here for?

The old pals act before the caution?

In about five minutes, this is official.

Can't hide it.

You're in the frame, mate.

You had gaffers in the frame with six
grand of petty cash. What are you going

do about that?

Four minutes.

It's no big secret.

I love her.

People in love do crazy things.

Alt, you never knew.

It was after we split up.

Why keep it quiet?

Angela's been through enough.

Do you want to change the statement you
made on the day of the murder?

No.

Okay.

I'm going to have to caution you.

Save it, Robbie.

Let's go.

My relationship with Kevin has got
absolutely nothing to do with

my husband's murder.

And just how would you describe your
relationship with Sergeant McQuillan?

That is none of your damn business. No,
I'm afraid it very much is.

Listen to me.

I have been to hell and back in the last
six months.

Kevin is a friend. He helped me get
through it. That's it.

Now, if you don't mind, I've got work to
do.

Where were you the day your husband was
shot?

At Kevin's place.

How long for? I had stayed the night,
OK?

Then I came back here.

Alone?

Yes.

Angela, this house is halfway between
the two shootings.

You know, you really ought to spend more
time amongst decent people instead of

the street sweepings you slide around
in. Then maybe you'd realise the world

actually full of decent people.

So that's all you have to say?

No. I want you to get a message to
Kevin.

I'm listening.

Tell him.

Tell him I said he should tell you the
whole story now.

That's what she said.

Archie was on the take.

Had been on and off for years.

And that's it?

No.

It wasn't just for himself.

He offered me cash too.

For what?

I don't know.

Just like I don't know about Burke.

Some big deal going down other than
that.

So what happened the day of the
shooting?

He asked me to come along with him, said
the guy was going to be at the house

often as a piece of the action.

And you decided to go?

I went with him to persuade him to leave
it alone, tell the guy we had to shove

it.

But the bastard was already there with
the gun.

Go on.

The door was open.

Archie was lying dead.

It was like I'd said before.

When he turned the gun on me, I've hit
the deck, he's got off his mark.

So what did you do then?

I'm lying there.

There's up as a 20k lying on Archie's
floor.

I did what any mate would do.

I had the money in the garage and
cleaned the place up.

This is all a bit too late, Kevin.

Where I come from, you don't grasp your
partner. That's the bottom line. So

don't you come to hide bloody mighty
with me.

I don't believe you. I don't give a shit
what you believe anymore.

Quite frankly, you can charge me
whatever you want.

Withholding evidence, obstructing a
murder inquiry.

I am Pascal.

Hello? Oh, it's you.

What, now?

Well, can I not wait till tomorrow
night?

OK, OK.

Right, bye.

What was all that about?

It's safer if I don't tell you. Here,
lock up.

Stevie! I'll see you tonight in the
house.

Stevie, come back!

He's still breathing.

But other than that... I'm sorry,
Stuart, what was that? I can't hear you.

Sorry, Stuart, what was that?

I've just come out.

They say they just don't know.

And what about the bullet?

There's writing on it.

I can't make it out.

Can I, uh... Just give us a sec.

Look, I'll bring it straight over.

I think we've been put off.

I'm afraid there's been a bit more
damage to the blood vessels than we

thought.

What does that mean?

There's been a haemorrhage.

I think you'd better get prepared for
the worst.

What was he saying?

Well, he's still in the theatre and
they're not... Oh, thank God. Stuart.

Oh. Oh, hello.

Right.

Where?

See you in a couple of minutes.

Thanks for calling.

If he finds out I've been talking to
you, he won't. I promise.

So what is it you wanted to tell me?

He's getting over his head.

Something's happening tomorrow.

Some scheme. I don't know.

Do you know where?

No idea.

Is it with Watson? I really don't know.
He won't tell me anything.

But listen, get this from the bank this
morning.

Statement through.

But we've already checked your account.

Not this one, you've no... £10 ,000 paid
in?

Last week we never had £10 ,000.

Find out who gave him that and you'll
find out who's behind all this.

Thank you.

Listen, I love my man.

I know he's no saint, but I need him.

We all need him.

That's the only reason I'm talking to
you.

Yeah, I understand, Davina.

Don't let me down then.

Right, boys, come on.

Here you go.

OK, do it.

I'll see you up there in a minute, OK?

Hey, McClann.

Is this the we're only doing our job
speech?

No.

Could be me in your shoes, mate, you
know.

I'm really sorry about all this.

I should have told you, mate.

I apologise.

I've been a bit emotional, losing my
partner.

Sure.

How's Burke?

Oh, Matt's a cussed bastard.

He'll not give up without a fight.

Hang on now.

Poorly. What in God's name does poorly
mean?

How the hell would I know?

They talk in code.

He's very weak.

They're not hopeful.

And this writing on the bullet.

What writing?

E something.

The funny mark above the E.

Like a V.

And your point is?

Well, there might be Russian.

Someone from the university having a
look at it.

Great.

Good man.

Well, what now?

I can't think straight.

Well, not much use to the boss moping
around up here.

Lewis Scott and Watson are up to
something.

Meads was their insurance policy. Inside
information, turning a blind eye,

whatever. So why shoot Meads?

He bottled out and told the boss.

On a fishing trip?

Aye, why not?

I mean, they both had to be taken out.

Meads told the boss about Lewis Scott
too late.

Any word?

It's not looking good, Jackie.

You know, you always imagine it's going
to be in some dark alleyway, don't you?

A wet night.

Some wee gum bag with a blunt knife.

That lock was just too beautiful.

He's not going to die.

Right there.

Somebody's put ten grand into Stevie
Dixon's bank account.

We checked all the accounts.

Well, not this one we didn't.

His wife's scared to think he's involved
in some big deal tomorrow.

She'll get 24 hours to find out what
they're up to.

More importantly, where.

Dixon is the key to all this. He could
be in danger. Here, pick him up.

Robbie, it's Stuart.

Stevie's not at home.

She's been in the shop. No sign of him.

He's gone AWOL.

We've missed him. Shit. Get back to
Dixon's house.

Wait there. Okay, then.

Get the patrol car right to Luke Gordon
Watson.

What's happening?

Stevie's disappeared.

Neither Watson nor Lewis Scott are at
home.

Any chance of some good news?

What's so urgent?

See if you can get some pack of pants
off the entry window.

Robbie, when I was in Belfast in the
70s, we had a term for this sort of

A close quarter plug.

Really? It's a grand place for a
pathologist on the make, believe me.

I've seen this sort of thing before.

I think you've mentioned it a couple of
times, Magnus.

Sorry. He was shot at very close
quarters, similar to the first killing.

So what do you reckon?

No binding marks, no sign of a struggle.
A single shot just below the sternum.

In my opinion, he either knew who killed
him or the killer suddenly pulled out a

gun and bop.

Or both.

No struggle, no mess, no clues.

Local farmer found the body this
morning. House is all locked up.

Still no sign of Lewis Scott.

Somehow I think he's going to be late
for work.

Robbie, traces come through in Stevie's
bank account.

Money was paid in by Road Crew
Transport, Mickey Watson's firm.

Excuse me.

Hello?

When?

Yeah.

No, I'll... I'll be there right away.

OK, thanks for letting me know.

It's the boss.

He's regained consciousness.

Thank God, I thought... Listen, Jackie,
you get over to the hospital. We'll go

back to the office, get an APB out on
Lewis, Scott and Watson.

OK, how about that?

Feel anything?

No?

All right, just relax for the moment.

Plenty of time for a chat later.

Yes, Rufus, for a moment.

Who did this to you?

Who was it, sir? Did you see?

Was it me, Senator Teague? Is that what
you found out?

Would you please leave now? Thank you.

It's okay, Mr. Burke. Take a deep
breath.

That's fantastic.

Thanks a lot. Bye.

What is it? Remember E -A -K and the
bullet from the boss's neck?

Yeah. With a wee V mark above the E.
Aye. It's a diacritic mark.

It's a what?

It's Latvia.

And the Baltic Sea?

Dicks and bolts.

How's it going?

Not bad. What about halfway there?

I'll be able to get going.

I'll make breakfast.

Sorry, darling, got to rush.

Got to be in town by nine.

Don't worry, it's fine. You get off.

You OK?

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

Give yours to the cat.

On the other hand, I could be persuaded.

You've got a nine o 'clock, remember?

Beat it.

I'll be back at eight, eh?

I'll be here.

D .S. Reid.

D .S. Reid's at the office. Look, I need
to talk to her. It's extremely urgent.

It's about Archie Meade's murder.

Oh, OK. I'll try to transfer you to the
hospital.

Hold the line, Colin.

Jackie?

Yeah. Oh, thank God.

Angela?

Jackie, I am so sorry.

He's taken me for a complete mug.

All right, let's go.

Brigadier, what have you got?

Machine guns.

RPGs.

And which of the world's killing fields
were they off to?

Was it worth the lives of two men?

He didn't kill anyone.

What's his lot for?

Target practice.

Do you honestly think we'd have wanted
trouble up here with all this going on?

I've got 80 trained men waiting for
these. I paid through the nose to stop

trouble. Who to?

Tell him.

Excuse me.

DS Reid.

Jackie, make sure the hospital's secure.

McCollum's our man.

Yeah, I know. It's done, Robbie.

Don't worry, you won't get near him.

You're scum, McQuillan. Save it, Robbie.

Cuff him.

Just read me my rights.

Kill your partner.

Shoot my boss.

You plant money in this rat!

Robbie!

I'm about to formally charge you. You do
not have to say anything, but anything

you do see may be noted and used in
evidence.

Do you understand the caution?

Do you understand the caution? Yes, I
do.

Kevin James McQuillan, I'm arresting you
for the murders of Detective Constable

Archie Neitz and Stephen Dixon. And for
the attempted murder...

Glad you're on the mend, sir.

Yeah, it's been a wee bit quiet without
you.

Right, let's get back to the office and
enjoy the peace while we can.