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I know I've done bad things in my time.

Terrible things.

I think it's important that I admit that to myself, to you, to God.

And I pray for knowledge of God's will and the strength to carry it out.

Eddie!

Hey, Eddie!

You're not going to say hello?

I'm not blaming anyone else.

No one ever led me astray.

The other way around, if anything.

What's the matter?

Eddie!

There you are.

I know I've ruined lives.

Not just my own, either.

But I'm trying my best to make up for it.

The people I've harmed, I want to make amends.

And I thank God that I've been given the chance to do it.

God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change.

Courage to change the things I cannot.

And the wisdom to know the differences.

Home sweet home, sir?

Aye.

Gets me all misty -eyed every time.

Sir, the lady who found the body didn't see anyone else in the area?

Been here a while, by the look of things.

Keys.

Flag packet.

Matches. A gate pass for the shipyard.

Mr Edward Monroe.

No, he should be able to get an address on his work.

Maybe even next to Ken.

There's a mark here.

Would he have been wearing a ring?

I think.

The finger's dislocated.

Ring's been yanked off post -mortem.

Money taken from his pockets. Is it a mugging that's got out of hand?

Yeah, it could be.

Whoever did it made sure he wasn't going to live to tell any tales.

I think they'd be easier people to rob.

Looks a bit of a hard case.

Hard cases are ten a penny round here, Robbie.

What's the cigarette ends?

Like he was waiting for someone?

Well, I guess they turned up.

All right, you two try the yards.

Copy his ID on your phone.

Where are we going, sir?

In here's Boozer.

These fags are from a vending machine.

Pass them on the way down.

The old stag inn.

Just over the back there.

I keep forgetting this is your old stomping ground, sir.

I had to believe I could leave all this behind.

So much for customer care.

Open up!

I'll give you a question.

I'm busy.

I'll not give you your cocktail shaker for long.

Do you want to check out that snack bar?

Okay. I'll ask them a piece now.

I could do with a bacon roll.

Excuse me, mate. Yeah?

We're looking for the office or anyone who works there. It's over there.

In fact, talk to him. He works in it.

Excuse me.

Do you work at the office?

I run the payroll, aye. What can I do to help?

I'm Detective Sergeant Reed. This is D .I. Roth.

We're looking for some information about somebody who might work here.

I wonder if you can help us, Mr... Tulloch.

William Tulloch.

As in Tulloch's snack bar?

My mum and dad.

Good grabbing it. The best.

Do you want to grab something before...? Maybe later.

Must be furious that you've got no time for a bacon roll.

Yeah, it is.

Do you know this man?

Not really.

Not really?

He's not been working here long.

I've bumped into him a couple of times.

What did he talk about?

Not much.

Nice car, weather's bad, that sort of thing.

How come you got his ID anyway?

Maybe we should talk inside, Mr Thomas.

Any contact details?

Not married.

No next of kin. Just an address.

OK. Can you bring that over for us, please?

Well... Hang on a sec.

In the event of absence from work, please contact employee's probation

If he's up to something dodgy... Edward Munro is dead.

Liam, he was murdered last night.

Don't know the guy. So he wasn't in here last night?

We were busy. Don't notice everybody.

What do you think you might have used for your cigarette machine?

Funny.

Because I imagine you get fags in the teeth in a place like this.

Pirate DVDs.

Stolen goods.

Drugs. I don't know anything about that.

It's your name above the door.

It's your license. Oh, what do you want me to say? I don't know the guy.

Maybe some of your punters do.

Well, come back.

Always good for business having the police in. Look, do you want a wee half?

I mean, I know it's early, but I know what the coppers are like.

You don't know me.

What was he meant to have done, anyway?

Yes, Jack.

Yeah, yeah.

All right, good.

Yeah, you check out the home address.

Wheel of a word with probation.

All right, Stuart, we're off.

Hang on a sec, sir.

I think that guy over the road's watching us.

Been a bad job of kidding, hasn't he?

He's been there since we went into the pub.

Might be nothing.

Only one way to find out, eh?

Stay right where you are.

I said wait!

Are you ready?

Boss wants us over at Munro's flat.

I'm just not asking around here first.

What, following your gut instinct?

This is Mrs. Tulloch.

Terrible what happened.

Yeah, did you know anything, though?

I was just saying to the inspector the men don't really stop and chat.

They just want to feed him before they work.

What about your other staff?

Oh, it's... It's just me, really.

My husband helps me with the warehouse runs, but he's in his taxi most of the

time. Everyone OK, Mum?

Aye, fine, love.

Sorry, I've never had to deal with anyone like this before.

Don't worry, you're doing fine.

He's a good boy.

Always has been.

Name? Garland, Ian Garland.

Lookie, Mr Garland, how you stood watching us.

I wasn't, I wasn't.

We'll maybe throw you in the fells, Mr Garland. That won't do your shakes any

good at all.

I had a drink yesterday and I could do with a hair of the dog, you know. And I

was waiting for you to leave to see if Tam there had served us an early baby.

Thanks, pal. Thanks, thanks.

So you were in the pub last night?

Why?

Did you see that guy?

No, no.

Mind you, I didn't see much of anything after about nine o 'clock.

Certainly a good night, eh?

You can't remember it the next day.

Aye.

Can I go now?

I don't think he'd be much use to a credible witness anyway.

I don't think he's kind of much use for anything.

Guy's been in and out of prison most of his adult life.

Housebreaking, smack dealing, adult.

A real all -rounder, huh?

I think he changed.

I think he was out for good this time.

Hard to believe, given his record, I know, but he seemed settled to me.

He said that working in the shipyards was like going full circle for him.

Almost like he was destined to go back there.

And he said all that?

Aye. And I'm not the bleeding heart type.

I know when someone's bullshitting.

What about family?

His mother died when he was doing his last stretch.

He talked a lot about that, too.

She left me this ring and the belief I could become a better man.

Sounds like a typical Glasgow hard man with a big sentimental streak.

Maybe you're right.

But I've had a lot of them through.

And Eddie Monroe wasn't one of them.

It says here that Angus Ford was the first man to arrest them. That doesn't

surprise me.

There was a time when that guy was sending so many people down, I thought

on commission from the Bar L.

He's retired now, but you must know.

Aye.

Aye, I know.

Mr. Ford.

Who wants to know?

I'm D .C. Fraser, and this is D .C .I. Burke.

We Marty Burke.

Slumming it, are you, Marty?

Any joy with the neighbours?

Nah. They're all giving it three wise monkeys.

You know the score.

Yep. This room.

It's like a prison cell. The product of an institutionalised mind, Jackie.

Oh. Someone's been in a course.

Funny. Mm -hm.

So, apart from the fact Monroe still lived like an inmate, what else do we

about him?

Well, he's obviously found religion while he was inside.

Which one, though?

Catholic in Deniston, Church of Scotland in Govan, Methodist in Clydebank.

And then there's these, scattered all over Gladwell.

He obviously wasn't fussy.

No, I don't buy it.

Yeah, I've known plenty of Cohn, but I've found God.

Aye, they usually have bibles by their beds and crosses on the wall.

No, I think these mean something else.

Hardly believe it.

I knew your boss when he was a snotty -nosed kid.

A lot of water under the Bridgerton's fan.

Oh, aye.

Lacked I heard you were down in London.

I met.

I've been back up a while now.

That's what happens when you retire. You're out the loop.

So you're not short of company, are you?

A friend.

People round here look after each other.

It's called a community.

You'd know if there was any old faces back in the neighbourhood then.

Hopefully. Who do you have in mind?

Eddie Monroe.

I'd heard that scumbag was out.

What's he up to now?

Not a lot.

He's dead.

Is that so?

Crying shame, eh? Tea?

You arrested him?

Several times back in the early 80s.

He kept me in overtime, huh?

Had you seen him recently?

I don't think he'd bother looking me up.

What about your former associates?

Daniel Tulloch?

Nah. Daniel cleaned up his act years ago.

He'd have nothing to do with Eddie these days.

You're certain about that?

I don't waste my breath when I'm no certain, son.

What with some of these kids today.

There's a lot more to the job these days than handing out beatings.

Is that right, Chief Inspector? But I don't suppose I'd last five minutes.

Still, at least I knew how to break up a fight at chucking out time, as I'm sure

your old man would testify.

That's a miracle of medical science.

So Tulloch's a non -starter, then?

Oh, I'm sorry.

You're a busy man, hearing me blathering on about the old days.

And the only other person I can remember going round with Eddie was a guy called

Gowan. Ian Gowan?

Come across him already, have you? Sort of.

Then you'll know what I'm talking about.

A drunk.

A worthless drunk.

Open up, police!

No sign of life.

It's not around the back.

Anything?

No.

All right, let's get back to the station.

We've got to get water.

So what's the Ford guy like, then?

Old school?

Aye, he's an old something.

Wasn't shedding any tears from Monroe.

Ah, but he didn't know the all -new, deeply spiritual Eddie, though, did he?

Oh, he found all these church leaflets in his room, different kinds from all

over Glasgow.

A God -botherer?

Really? No, I don't think so either.

Aye. What, about as likely as a hardened criminal letting someone stab him to

death without putting up a fight?

Unless he was turning the other cheek.

OK, murder weapon.

We're looking for a kitchen knife or something similar.

Eight -inch blade, noncerated.

See what I mean?

Something that size, and he didn't see it coming.

Hmm.

His guard wasn't just down, it was completely non -existent.

Someone he knew then, someone he wasn't the least bit wary of.

Gallant.

According to Baird, the killer was focused, deliberate.

Doesn't sound like gallant, does it?

What about Eri's other old chum?

Eh, a Daniel Tuller.

Ford thinks he was clean, though.

Angus Ford isn't running this investigation, is he?

No, sir.

Sir, Robbie and I met a mother and son down at the shipyard.

Her name was Tulloch. Yeah, he works in the office. Eddie met Monroe a couple of

times and she runs a snack bar.

All right.

Let's get out of there.

That's the wife there, sir.

Grace, could we have a word?

How can I help?

Daniel Teller.

Hi.

I suppose you want to talk about Eddie Monroe.

Could we take a look inside?

Sure.

Bad enough somebody getting murdered, but when it's somebody you know, it

you back a bit.

Did you ever see Eddie Monroe when he was working here?

No, but I'm not around that much.

I helped Greg set up first thing and close down at the end of the day.

But I spend most of my time driving a cab.

I know you never saw your name in the front of the van and came looking for

Oh, come on.

It's 20 -odd years since we knocked around together. Another life.

He was troubled back then?

Oh, aye.

It was a relief when he went to the jail.

I thought you were a friend.

We went to the same school. I didn't exactly pick him as my best pal.

After he'd gone, I calmed down a bit. Got my life sorted out, you know.

Where was your husband that night between 11 and 1?

In his bed.

He works hard, so he's knackered by half a tonne. And you would have heard him

get up, would you?

Definitely.

I was downstairs until all over.

Liam's 21st at the weekend, so we've got a lot to do.

That's nice.

A lot of what?

Well, I'm sure you don't mind that, if this place has anything to go by.

Well, you've got to be thorough.

Can't mess around when you're serving the public.

No.

Look, are you going to be much longer here?

You know, that's it. I'm just going to have to take these in.

My name?

You don't think we have to be thorough, do we?

Yes. I suppose you do.

What about Ian Garland?

He was friends with you and Eddie.

Oh, aye, I see him around.

Most a pity.

What do you mean?

He's always tapping me up for drink money.

That wee van's a gold mine.

What's 20 quid to you?

Gracie gave him a right bollock in a while back, though, and he's no been

since.

You think he'd ever ask Munro for money?

No way.

No, unless he wanted her kicking to go with it.

What is this now?

Nothing for you to worry about.

Aye. I'll wait you in the lock -up for your mother.

Do you go to get your hands dirty for once?

You do the manual labour. Me and Mum are the brains of the operation.

Aye, just get on with it, smart -arse.

I'll give you a hand in a minute.

With that set, you guys are finished.

Almost.

It's Liam, isn't it?

That's right.

I believe you met Mr Munro a couple of times.

Yeah. Did he ever mention he was old mates to your dad?

No.

Were you, Dad?

Aye, yeah.

When we were kids.

I had no idea.

Honest.

We'll be in touch.

You know where we are.

Anything, Robbie?

I'm going to take these in. The murder weapon's probably in the Clyde, but you

never know.

Drop them off at the lab.

I'm going to be checking out those churches.

Which one first?

Let's start with chapel. You being an ex -altar boy?

That's not going to go too far, is it?

Bit short just now.

Otherwise I'd get you one in, obviously.

We need to ask you a few questions.

Ah, well, it has to be outside.

Some reason you don't want to be seen speaking to it?

No, not at all.

Just a nanny straight gone mad, don't I know?

Well, this had better be doing the soul some good because it's getting us

nowhere. Well, I don't see him as a born -again type anyway.

So why all these leaflets?

Well, he's probably trying to nick the lead from the roof.

Where next?

Denison? That's a long way from Monroe to travel.

Well, especially when there's churches near his doorstep that never set foot

Yeah, well, maybe treading across town made him feel like a pilgrim. I don't

know.

You knew Eddie Monroe, but denied it when we showed you his picture.

Making you a liar, as well as a drunk.

What it makes me, Mr Burke, is a man with an instinct for self -preservation.

Aye. Aye.

You don't talk to the Polish about Eddie Monroe.

I thought you were after him. I didn't know he was dead.

Aye, but you do now.

Jungle telegraph constant.

So he can't harm you anymore, can he?

Tell us everything.

I knew Eddie, aye.

But it's a long time since we were, pal.

Did you know he was back here?

No.

But seriously, if he wasn't drinking here or at the old vault or McCann's,

paths wouldn't have crossed.

And what about when you were down at the shipyard, scrounging off Danny Tulloch?

That guy wouldn't give you the steam off his fish.

That's a nice way to talk about an old pal.

Oh, well, he forgets.

Thinks he's Mr Respectable now.

But he wasn't always like that.

You were a wee bit of a gang, weren't you?

You and him and Eddie.

A few run -ins with the law.

Impetuous youth constable.

Until that bastard Angus Ford kicked it out of us.

It's him you should be harassing, not me.

Who says we haven't spoken to him already?

Ah, well, if you have, maybe you should ask him about how he fitted Eddie up.

What are you talking about?

18 years for dealing heroin.

Eddie Monroe couldn't deal a hand of pontoon.

Ford planted that smack on him.

Nobody to buy us a drink, then?

No, sadly our congregation is small enough to notice new people. What about

stuff going missing? You know, lead from the roofs, attempted break -ins,

that... Sorry, I need to raise my voice.

Well, you're in the right place to be forgiven.

I really wish I could help.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to open the hall for our youth group.

Father?

Sorry.

What else is the hall youth for?

Mr Ford, we checked Munro's arrest record.

Second time you put him away, it was for heroin.

Aye, what a bitch.

He does 18 months inside for housebreaking.

He's out two days and gets his hands on more smack than the guy in the French

Connection. Doesn't add up.

Added up to about 18 more years for it. You know what I'm talking about.

Are you accusing me of planting evidence?

I don't think it would give you any sleepless nights.

Look, you know the scope.

And believe me, Eddie Monroe never did a day inside that he didn't deserve.

You don't get to decide that. Yes, I do.

I know the people around here. I know who needs a quiet word and who needs a

kick up the arse.

God, if it wasn't for me, your old man would have done time.

We're not here to talk about my... Any other copper would have nicked him every

time he kicked off in a pub, but not me.

I'd just give him a wee tap and send him home to sleep at all.

And what do you think happened when he got there?

Do you think he was happy to see me and my mother?

Sir.

Answer your phone.

DC Fraser.

Do I get the blame for your miserable childhood now as well?

I never put a bottle in your daddy's hand, did I?

No.

It's Robbie.

They've worked out a thing with the churches.

Churches?

Talk to me.

All right, get over there now.

Always a pleasure, Mr. Birch.

He's a better cop and a better man than you'll ever be.

You know, son, you're probably at least half right.

Hello. Hi, I'm Catherine.

You're a bit early, but help yourself to tea and coffee.

Eh, we're not actually here for the meeting.

Detective Inspector Ross, this is DS Reid.

We're investigating... No, I'm sorry.

You can't stay.

It's called Alcoholics Anonymous for a reason. We just want to ask the group a

few questions.

Impossible.

Seriously. You see, someone who may have attended these meetings was murdered

last night.

A Mr Edward Munro.

Do you recognise him?

Yeah, I think so.

Did he speak to anyone here?

Look, you need to go.

Someone you know could walk through that door. Your GP, your child's school

teacher, another policeman. Their anonymity would be totally compromised.

If you won't leave, I'll cancel the meeting.

Okay, Eddie Munro did come to AA meeting for you.

And? Well, that's as far as we got. The woman running the show said she'll close

it down if we try and talk to anyone.

She'll do as she's told.

No, I don't think so, sir.

It's AA.

They're going to defend their privacy.

Eddie Munro was in that hall pouring his heart out just hours before he was

murdered. The motive could be in there. The killer could be in there.

But, hey, let's respect their privacy.

Welcome to the meeting.

Tonight we have Kieran in the chair. So welcome, Kieran.

Thanks.

My name's Kieran and I'm an alcoholic.

I'm trying to follow the steps.

I've made a list, you know, of all the people I've got to make amends to.

But my kids, my kids are on top of that list.

And what do I say to them?

What do I do?

Supervised visits I get.

How can I make amends in a supervisor's visit, for Christ's sake?

I'll sort it, though.

I will.

If I stay off the booze, I've got a lifetime to sort it.

Haven't I?

Well done.

Good luck, mate.

Sorry to let you go this time.

Is everything all right?

No, it isn't.

Daniel.

Daniel, wait.

It's supposed to be anonymous in there.

You know something?

I might feel worse about invading your privity if you hadn't already lied to

I never.

I mean... You saw him on row at a meeting, didn't you?

Aye. And you didn't think to mention it? It's like... You won't understand.

Try me.

What happens at a meeting, it stays in a meeting.

I never thought of it as seeing him.

No, really.

What did he say?

Daniel.

He talked about the 12 steps.

The wrong he'd done and how he was trying to make amends.

It's what we all say.

Did you believe him?

Aye, I did.

The steps worked, Mr Clark.

And what about afterwards?

Did you talk one -to -one?

I gave him a wide berth.

Even though he was sober, it reminded me too much of my drinking days.

Can I go?

Not now.

But this had better be the last thing you think from me.

It is.

What's going on?

Nothing to worry about.

Were you a policeman?

I'm DPI Burke.

I believe you spoke to some of my colleagues earlier.

Yes, I did.

And I told them they weren't welcome.

You realise we're investigating a murder here, don't you?

It's Daniel.

I need to see you.

Oh, something tells me they're not right.

Yeah, the bird says no match.

Anything at the meeting?

Aye. Daniel Tilloch walked in.

Another drunk.

I think he'd prefer recovering alcoholic.

Oh, I stand corrected.

Well, if Daniel and Eddie went to the same meetings, that gives us a

now, not just 20 years ago.

A connection, aye.

I guess I'm too pleased.

We've got a link.

Both Bevy merchants.

Where?

I'll tell you something, Robbie.

I'm glad I went to that meeting.

Because these people are genuine. They're trying to get their lives back

track. I think Munro was trying to do the same thing.

Another day and four hours sleep.

Yeah, well Margaret Thatcher ran the country and left.

Guess that makes her more of a man than me.

Afternoon.

Oh, is that your subtle way of telling us you've been in for a while, Robbie?

Even I didn't beat the boss.

Yeah.

He's not very happy, is he?

Is he ever?

No, but this is different.

Okay, Stuart.

Spell.

I don't think I should.

Stuart.

That guy Ford's really getting under the boss's skin. Yeah?

I thought they'd go on like a house on fire.

Couple of old -style cops.

No. Ford's a nasty piece of work. Never missed a chance to have a dig.

Personal stuff going back years.

Personal? Family.

The boss's dad, he's an alcoholic.

I don't think he went to any meetings.

Oh, brilliant.

No leads, no evidence, and somebody playing mind games with the boss. It

gets better and better, eh?

Don't bother taking your jacket off.

Where are we going?

You, Robbie, get out and see Grey Tulloch.

See her returning her knives, but get her talking.

I want to find out if the Tullochs are just playing at happy families.

Soon I'll start hitting the pawnshops.

Why so?

The ring.

You're not thinking it was only taken to make it look like a mugger? Yeah, but I

could be wrong.

Print out a list of those shops. I'll be waiting in the car.

That isn't good.

It's the first time I've heard him admit he might be wrong.

The next shop's on Henderson Street.

That place, they'll in they go.

These little old wiles have spent more time in their shop window than they did

in their front room.

Must have been hard.

I'm not looking for sympathy this year.

No matter what Angus Ford thinks.

No, sir.

Everybody gets through a hard time in their life.

It's all about how you deal with it.

Well, we deal with it by putting criminals behind bars.

Simple as that.

Of course, I'll give Manny a ticket to that old bastard who poured the law on

the way. That bit of boner.

I know, sir.

Mrs. Tulloch.

I'll not be reading these now.

Oh, really?

Does that mean you've finished harassing us?

Nobody's harassing you, Grace.

Then what do you call it, following my husband into his meeting?

This is a murder inquiry, Mrs Pollock. We can't afford to tiptoe around

personal problems.

It's an illness.

Daniel fought it and he won.

But it could come back at any time.

Especially with all this strength.

It can't have been easy for you over the years, I mean.

Nothing worthwhile is ever easy.

But I'm sure you've been very supportive.

Got to be.

Oh, I see where this is going.

You've stood by him.

Are you protecting him now?

We have to ask these questions.

Yes. But I don't have to answer them.

Do I?

This is it.

I wonder if they'll still get our old wireless.

Right, here's your seven -month ticket.

Cut the quid of ones, all right? Thank you.

There's the donkey bag.

We're looking for a signal, right?

I've got hundreds.

Is it for you or them?

You must have been a great loss to the variety circuit.

We're after something you might have been offered over the last 24 hours.

Look, I always ask for receipts or proof of ownership, but...

You can't always get that with jewellery. All right, calm your jets.

We're not going to do you for a reset today.

Know if you help us out.

Aye, OK.

There was a guy in yesterday.

What the one?

Aye.

Give him 30 quid for it.

Who are you?

Eddie Munro.

What's this guy like?

A pig -head or a junkie, maybe.

Scruffy looking. Green jacket.

Sound familiar.

Look, do I get an award for being so public -spirited?

Hey, look, I'm going to need a receipt for that.

Call Robbie. He'll come to Edward Galland's flat.

We'll meet him there after we've checked his second home.

If he's got any money, that's where he'll be.

Aye, word's here.

Here you go, folks.

Hammered on the door before we were even open.

Did you let him in?

I'd be against the law, wouldn't I? We're no interested in that.

Just gallant.

He's a cheeky bastard, I'll tell you that.

How do you mean?

Well, I pulled him a pint one main time.

Then he turns round and tells me he's got no money.

And when I told him where to go, he got arsey.

Said cash isn't going to be a problem for me anymore.

He wanted to treat me with a bit of respect.

Respect? You say where this money was coming from?

I shouldn't have wasted my breath, that's all.

Funny, though. He almost had me convinced.

Just for a second.

Does he drink in any other pubs round here?

You know where he gets there, don't you, Tick?

You know, I went home to drink a dregsie, a bottle of Bucky.

Top floor, sir.

Aye. I want us all on our toes.

I thought he was just a wee alky.

A wee alky without a drink in him could be like a cornered animal, Robbie.

Ricardo and Eddie Monroe.

We know he's handy with a knife.

Yep.

Could get very interesting.

Don't get a reply. This time we're kicking the door in. Oh, looks like

beaten us too.

You two stay back.

There's somebody in there. I don't want them in the path.

Just do as I tell you, Robbie.

He's dead.

Step away from the body, Mr Ford.

What?

I said step back.

This isn't what it looks like.

Take him away, Stuart.

Get your hands off me.

You okay down there?

It's okay, D .I. Ross.

Everything's under control.

You can walk out of here under your own steam.

Or I can have you subdued and cuffed and thrown in the back of a van.

Now what's it gonna be?

You're making a mistake.

I'll tell you about that one way.

Come on.

I want this done properly.

No mistakes.

I'm not going to let Ford walk away.

When can I have my shoes back?

And we're done with them?

I can save you a job.

They match the footprint on Gallon's door.

You admit to forcing your way in?

Criminal damage, aye.

I'll get off with a fine.

And what about the murder?

Flat dressed?

I'll take my chances in court.

Your chances might be a wee bit on the slim side, considering we find you

standing over the body.

You'll still find a way to ball it up.

I imagine.

All right, D .P. Fraser.

I'll take it from here.

Sir. Thank you.

Going against the rules, are you? I'm impressed.

What rules?

What's with two guys having a natter about the old days?

Fine with me.

Hear that, Stuart?

Fine to him.

This is where the bullshit stops now, Arthur. You tell me the truth and I'm

going to make life very unpleasant for you.

Am I supposed to be intimidated?

I could get a lawyer in, you know.

Why don't you?

Professional courtesy.

You're not a cop anymore.

What were you doing in Gallant's flat?

He owed me money.

So you broke in to demand it back?

I wanted to get him frightened.

You're a loan shark.

I help people out now and then.

And what happens if they don't pay?

They always pay.

I'm known, Chief Inspector. I'm respected.

Better me than some gangster.

That last lady we saw leaving your house the other day.

She was one of your customers.

Aye.

And I'm not going to steal her family allowance or ask for payment in kind, am

I? You're practically a charity.

I don't expect you to understand.

You pissed off to London and left your own people behind.

I'd have more time for your sentimental shite if you weren't exploiting your own

people. You run those streets like your personal kingdom.

I'm not going to apologise.

Only what happens when one of your subjects steps out of line?

Like Garland, like Munro?

No one's shedding any tears for the likes of them.

That's not the point.

That place smells bad, even without a dead body.

Isn't that how all you single guys live?

You know fine well my flat's a palace compared to this.

Yeah, I'd forgotten.

What are you doing down there anyway?

The plumbing?

There's some clothing waste behind you.

Oh, it's a coat.

Wait a minute.

Is that what I think it is?

Eddie Monroe's blood on Ian Gallen's jacket.

Makes him favourite to have killed him. No.

Puts him in the alley, that's all.

Monroe was stabbed three times, close in. We're talking about deep, open

And a lot of blood.

More than that, anyway.

So Galen found the body and nicked the ring?

Even though he knew the victim. He was drunk and he was desperate.

Only he didn't just find the body. He witnessed the murder.

How do we know that?

He asked the landlord of the old stag to set up a slate for him.

Said he was going to have money coming in.

Regular money.

Blackmail.

Nice wee motive for Mr Ford to pay my visit, eh?

Are you going back in there on your own, sir?

What if I am?

Well, it's just a bit irregular, that's all.

Sir, it's obvious.

Ford's just trying to provoke you.

It was that obvious, don't you think I worked it out for myself?

Thank you for your concern, all of you.

I know what I'm doing.

How much did Ian Gallen owe you, exactly?

£200.

Not a fortune, then.

He would have paid.

Why?

Because he was afraid of getting a kick in?

Partly. But also because he knew he'd always need to borrow again.

He'd been telling people his cash flow problems are over.

Drunks are always talking big.

Eh, Mr Buck?

I suppose he genuinely believed that he was going to get cash on a regular

basis. Well, not many job opportunities are in for a man like him, are there?

Well, let's say he witnessed a murder.

Started blackmailing the killer.

Meaning me?

Meaning you.

Do you really think I've done this?

Or is it all about your daddy?

This has got nothing to do with my... It's got everything to do with your old

man. He was... come and I dealt with him like some... Shut up! Anyway, what's

better? The odd hiding for being pissed or abandoning him like you did?

You don't know anything. I know you, Matty Burke. I know you.

It's Chief Inspector Burke. And don't you forget it. You can write it on the

wall of your cell at Berlinie.

You'd send an ex -copper down and I'd smile while I was doing it.

Right then.

If I'm just at that billion, I'll use my rights like anyone else.

I want a lawyer now.

He wants a lawyer.

Are we going to charge him?

Sir... I don't know.

I want to.

I want to put him away.

Sir, with respect, I think he knows that.

This is a personal thing for you now.

And Ford's using that to cloud your judgement.

So why don't you tell me what I'm missing then, eh?

Well, he wants to get a lawyer.

Get an assistant.

That takes time.

It gets him and us further away from the murders.

That's why he's been drip -feeding this stuff.

Admitting to housebreaking, loan sharking.

Thinks he's a clever bastard.

He knows what our next move's going to be. And he's not worried about it.

So why don't we do the last thing he expects?

Let him go.

Sir, Ian Gallen's post -mortem result.

Nothing in his stomach. Looks like he hadn't eaten for a few days.

He was sent.

Wasted his money and food.

Yeah, but his blood alcohol level's sky high.

Yeah, he put away a bottle of whisky in the period immediately before his death.

Good stuff, too. Malt.

Malt?

He'd never buy that.

The killer must have bought it.

Good way to get into an alcoholic's house. Turn up with a bottle of whisky.

need for Ford to break the door down.

Then we'll have to assume it wasn't Ford that brought the booze.

Yeah, but it was someone who knew Galen well enough to know that he had a drink

problem. Hmm.

So are we back at Daniel Tulloch again?

He was in a gang with Munro and Galen. They're both dead.

Could be he did it. Or it could be he's next.

Dad.

You guys again?

You've already upset my mum today.

Now listen.

It's all right, sir.

These people have a hard enough job without getting grief from us.

What is it?

It might be better if we talked inside.

OK.

Hope you don't mind.

New carpets.

No, no.

Not a problem.

That's two old friends of yours, both murdered.

But old's the key word, Inspector.

These people aren't in our lives.

You told our DPI that Mr Gallen had pestered you for money?

Yeah, but not for a wee while.

I told him no when he was getting the message.

Did you ever see him at the, um... You know, the church hall?

You can talk about AA.

We know Dad goes.

We're proud of him.

I never, ever saw Ian there.

Believe me.

Is that it, then?

Interrogation over?

For now, yes.

Tell me, are you planning to go out this evening?

Er... No.

We'd like to arrange for a uniformed officer to keep an eye on you.

What? No way.

Oh. It's for your own safety.

Two men are dead.

Two men that Daniel was friends with?

In another lifetime.

Look, we've got a huge party here at the weekend.

Do you want us to strip search everyone that comes through that door?

Thanks, but no thanks.

OK.

Let's get our shoes.

Not going to say goodbye in person, Chief Inspector.

You're a joke, man. A joke.

Let's make sure I get the last laugh, Ace, shall we? I'll do my best, sir.

So?

Are we heading back to the office? No, we are not.

Bath are going back in now.

Shall we?

Well, we might not be uniformed officers, but I suppose we just have to

Detective Sergeant Reid.

Of course.

Let the boss know, will you?

Think he's starting his shift?

No, the light's not on, so he's not for hire.

So are you going to follow him, Detective Inspector Ross?

Yes, I am.

He's just picking up from the airport.

Pretty stupid.

Well, that's that theory out the window.

It's not an AA meeting.

Stuart?

Where are you?

We're at Ford.

Yep, just stand by. Let's see what happens.

Call the board.

How long have they been in there now?

Over an hour or so.

They hugged each other as if they were brothers.

Ford never told us they were close.

Not what?

Not even when they told us that Daniel had cleaned up his act and that Gallum

was the one we should be after.

You two still popular with the wife?

I think we're starting to get on nerves.

Good. Keep it up.

I want to start rather than gauge it.

Two people have been murdered.

Men you both knew.

You've both been questioned about it and now you're meeting up here at this time

of the night.

A suspicious person might think you were getting your story straight.

There's nothing sinister going on here, Chief Inspector.

Daniel and I are good friends.

Neither of you mentioned that.

He didn't ask.

What are you doing here? You don't have to answer that.

Are you happy for him to tell you what to do all the time?

Happy to let him run your life for you?

I owe him my life, so why not?

Daniel... Let him speak!

Angus, I want to.

They should know the truth.

You can see how it looks.

As soon as you get rid of her, then Daniel jumps in his car and drives off.

He went to see his pal.

Nothing wrong with that.

And no need for you to keep bothering us.

Most people would call that protection.

Unless they were hiding something.

What are you talking about?

Two of your father's friends have been murdered.

They weren't his friends.

My dad's a decent, hard -working man.

All right, darling.

You need to get worked up.

I'm sure this will be all over soon.

I doubt it.

We're going to stick around till we get some answers.

That's what we do.

When I was a kid and going off the rails, Angus sorted me out.

Took Eddie out of the game.

With your help?

You informed on him, didn't you?

Aye.

Aye, I did.

And do you think Munro knew about that?

No.

If he did, he would have killed me years ago.

Angus kept me out of it.

Helped me get sober.

He got you into AA?

Yeah.

I've got a wife.

A son and a home.

And it's all down to this man.

He's even godfather to my son.

And proud to be.

You're Daniel's sponsor.

But a sponsor.

A man who's already done the 12 steps, yes.

Another recovering alcoholic.

So you're not fit to play God after all.

You're a hypocrite.

Just another lying, worthless drunk.

You'd know all about that. You don't get to talk about my father, not any more.

You're no better than him. Oh, but I am.

I got myself out of it.

Angus.

I saw others who could be helped.

Some people are beyond redemption.

Lemon Roll, your old man, the 12 steps would never work for them.

It was working for Eddie.

He was going to the meeting.

He might have gone through the motions.

Underneath, he was still a piece of human garbage.

Can you take those for me now, too?

No.

I can tell they won't match what we're after.

Okay, then.

They're new.

What?

Your knives.

They're new.

Yes, they're new.

Everything in this house is new.

We've got a big party coming up.

Well, of course.

You're 21st, isn't it?

You fishing for an invite?

Well, I'm free on Saturday night.

Doesn't surprise me.

Bit of a sad case, eh?

Just like Eddie Munro.

Now, what are you on about?

Well, Munro had contact with his family.

He's dead.

Gala needs to come round asking for money.

He's dead.

Both friends of Daniel.

But he's kind of gone off them, hasn't he?

That's right.

He left them behind.

Why would he need to kill them?

People get killed for all sorts of reasons.

Sex, money.

For instance, Daniel suspected you were having an affair with Munro.

Me with?

You!

It's okay.

I'm okay.

You out of my house!

Oh, God, is it tomorrow already?

Yep. Another day further away from the murders and nothing concrete to show for

it. Don't know about that.

I think I might be getting a black eye.

You should have brought her in.

I don't like the idea of people hitting my officers and getting away with it.

Well, you know, I was winding her up.

Plus, you don't want him to stand up in court and cry about getting hit by a

lassie.

Yes, there is that, Stuart.

You know, she wasn't just wound up.

She was outraged.

As if the thought of cheating in Daniel made her feel sick.

So she's a stand -by -your -man type.

That means we've got a trick to be in his alibi for the night Munro was

murdered.

What about the son?

No, I don't think so. I mean, he's still just a kid.

despite his office job and his flash car.

So we're looking for other possibilities.

Eddie Monroe must have made a few enemies over the years, eh?

No.

This was all tied into the past, into that neighbourhood, these people.

Ford.

Even if he's not the killer, could be Eddie was out for revenge and someone

protecting Ford.

You know, there's something about those two I don't get.

We think that Ford fitted Eddie up.

Planted heroin on him after that first spell in prison.

I'm proud he'd done it.

Yeah, but if Ford was so certain that Eddie needed locking up, why didn't he

just put him away properly in the first place?

You know, what could Eddie have done during those few days out of jail that

could convince Ford to send him away long -term?

I've no idea.

She'll go through his record again.

You two concentrate in Gala.

He's our most recent victim.

Where are we with him?

Well, we've got everything from his flat, bagged and tagged. The only prints

his. We've got a losing scratch card, off -license receipts, old bus tickets,

that kind of thing.

When's the last off -license receipt from?

Yesterday morning.

Are you sure?

Aye.

Callum was scrounging drinks yesterday morning.

Killer left us.

There's an address on here, sir.

We're on report.

Sir, according to this, Monroe was arrested in the vault for the heroin.

The vault was always a rough pub, but not a place you went to buy drugs.

If Ford did plant the stuff on him, he was taking a risk.

Crowded place, lots of witnesses.

Why didn't he just stash it in his flat?

He needed Monroe out of the way, and quick.

Eddie was just a petty crook back then.

Why was Ford so determined to frame him?

We can't ask Monroe about it, can we?

Just leave this one option.

No. Another minute or two?

Okay, play it from here.

And our mystery guest is... Are you kidding me?

Ian Gallen.

Another satisfied customer, eh, Mr Ford?

Open the desk.

I want to see your cash book.

We need a warrant.

Only if we're trying to build a case against someone.

We're trying to prove you're anything.

Open it, Stuart.

See if there's any record of Ian Garland being loaned money.

You're wasting your time.

His name's not in it.

Don't get yourself too comfortable.

I'm taking you in.

You're going to arrest me?

If I have to.

That was a £20 note.

Someone gave him a sub right before they killed him.

An expensive whiskey.

He must have thought there was more to come.

Oh.

Looks like someone's waiting for him.

Wait a minute.

I recognise that car.

Just rewind.

Yeah. Come on, Jackie.

Thanks, mate.

You've been playing games with me.

I'm too old for that.

You know who the killer is. I don't. You've known all along.

You can't prove it. You're an accessory.

You knew about Munro. You could have stopped the killer before they got to

Galen. Did he deserve to die too?

No. What were you doing in his flat?

I told you. He owed me money, that's all.

You weren't there to threaten him, were you?

You were there to clear up somebody else's mess.

Who is it?

Nobody. The same person you were looking at for all those years ago when you

framed Munro.

No!

You planted enough smack in Munro to send him away for years.

Aye. And I'd do it again in a heartbeat.

Dispensing your own brand of justice.

That's right.

What did he do?

Why did he deserve to go to jail?

I told you. He was a bad bastard.

Definitely. The last Germany Garland took was in this car.

What now?

You guys got a problem with my car?

You can confirm this is your vehicle there.

Aye.

Sort of.

What do you mean?

The car is an early birthday present, but I haven't passed my test yet, so I

can't drive it unaccompanied.

Were you driving this yesterday afternoon?

Afternoon?

No. No, it was parked right here.

Munro did something.

He'd only been out of jail a couple of days, but he did something major.

Major? You don't know what you're talking about.

Did he know that Daniel Tulloch had informed on him? No.

Was he coming after him? No.

Then what?

Who else do you give a damn about enough to put somebody away for 18 years?

18 years wasn't enough.

Enough for what?

Rape!

Munro raped Grace Tulloch!

One wrote his father.

Did anyone else get keys?

Just... No, no one.

There's no point in lying to me.

No, wait.

It's okay, love.

Okay.

I want you to phone your dad.

Tell him.

Tell him.

I've been arrested.

Daniels is father.

Monroe's an animal.

You're not obliged to say anything, but anything you do say may be noted and

used in a... OK.

I'm ready to confess.

We'll take your statement down to the station.

There's not a lot to see.

Monroe threatened my family.

So I killed him.

What do you mean, threatened your family?

You don't need to know the details.

And what about Gallum?

Here we are.

You are welcome to paradise.

You saw it?

You blackmailed me.

£100 a week.

Get your money.

So he had to die too.

I thought you could go.

I want to see Grace.

Family and legal representatives only.

Sorry.

She doesn't belong in jail.

She killed two people. They deserved it. You don't get to decide that.

It was you playing God that got her into this mess in the first place.

I was trying to protect her. See, when I got through it, that's what people do.

I know.

I used to be a frightened wee boy once, and now I'm a detective chief inspector,

which is why I can tell you to get the hell out of my sight!

Tell them.

Tell them to call if they need me.

We will.