All language subtitles for Taggart s23e03 Tenement

Please.

Yeah, Anita, please.

So, if you just keep an eye on it, it's
been a long day.

Thank you.

Anyone?

Good of you to turn up, Robbie.

Aye, well, didn't get home till late
last night.

Looks like you didn't go home at all.

That shirt could do with an iron.

No, Stuart.

I need someone a great wife one of these
days.

The boss is looking for you.

Can't be certain till we get her on the
slab, but I'd say you're looking at a

asphyxia. Deroted.

Aye. The ligature marks prominent at the
front of the neck but then fades

towards the back.

Killer came from behind.

Metallic wire, probably.

Any idea of a time?

Within the last 24 hours.

She put up a bit of a fight. Some
defence wounds, but not as many as I'd

There's not much sound of a struggle,
either. No forced entry.

Front door's intact.

Magnus, you remember D .I. Royce, don't
you?

Ruby? Well, it's part -time for him
these days. Helps out when he can.

Aye, sorry, boss. The traffic was
murder.

Who's that?

Agnes Welsh.

Bit of a community campaigner, by all
accounts.

Who found her?

Marie McCann. Next -door neighbour.
Jackie's with her now.

You opening a salon?

Been there, done that.

Lost my T -shirt.

Nah, business was never really my strong
point.

So were you close to Agnes?

Pop over once a day.

She usually left the front door on the
snib.

But not this morning?

No.

No, the door was wide open.

That's how I knew something was up.

What time was this?

About half nine.

You didn't see anyone hanging around?

No. So what about the other neighbours?

Did they pop in?

Ronnie Smythe, he's on the first floor.
He's in a nook.

But no Graham.

Graham? Graham Martin. He lives across
the corridor from Ronnie with his kids.

He's the janitor at the community
centre.

What about the top floor?

Empty.

Oh, there was a couple of students in
there until about a month ago, but they

moved out when the ceiling came in.

The building jiddled with rot.

So when was the last time you saw Agnes
alive?

Last night, about eight, I was helping
her with the application.

Application? I were trying to get a
grant to get the building renovated.

Agnes was the latest crusade.

She was quite the activist then? Oof.

Agnes was never happier than when she
was tied to the railings, shouting the

odds at some MP.

Agnes liked a battle.

That was like someone died out here as
well.

Looks like the cleaning roach has been
allowed to slide.

Yeah, there's been a lot of traffic
through here.

Aye, recent too.

Stalker boys reckon there's three or
four sets of footprints.

Not sure who, though.

Bin men.

Bin men?

Aye, I heard them this morning, just
before I found her.

Agnes was always going on at them, about
the mace.

Tell Stuart something to find out who
was working here this morning, get some

statement.

Marty, are you OK?

Aye, I'm fine, Jack.

Sir, this is Jack Lynch.

He's our... A good friend of Mary's.

And a local postman, as you can see.

Did you deliver here this morning?

No, I was at the meeting.

That's when I heard.

Poor Agnes.

What meeting?

At the community centre.

Agnes organised it. She was trying to
drum up some local support for the

renovation campaign.

Mary, you said that Agnes liked a
battle.

Was there anyone that she might have
crossed recently?

Could have been someone from one of her
campaigns.

Trying to think of anybody.

She had a few run -ins with Charlie
McEwan.

Charlie McEwan?

Developer. Been trying to buy up
property around here.

Including this place.

McEwan wants to knock this place down
and build new flats.

And I take it it was something that
Agnes wasn't prepared to let happen?

Over my dead body, she said.

Jackie, you can handle the box, OK?

Anyway, if you get me in this fight, you
and Stuart get a bad piece.

Yeah, but it's not just the boss that's
pissed off, Robbie. Hey, I may not be

the best timekeeper, but I'm here and
I'm still... Oh, yeah, you're turning

We should be thankful for that.

Do you have something to say?

It's just that you can't just sweet
-walk your way through this job, Robbie.

Hello?

Are you the police?

And you are?

Ronnie Smythe.

My mates call me Park Ronnie.

Why's that?

I work at the park.

Imaginative mates you've got.

You live above Agnes, don't you?

Is it true she's dead?

Yeah, I'm afraid so.

Detective Sergeant Reid will need to ask
you a few questions.

Where can I find Graham Martin?

In his office.

So, how well did you know Agnes?

She was my best pal.

And when did you see her last?

Yesterday morning.

We were doing the gardening.

Agnes only lets me do the gardening.

Hiya. Hello.

Is your daddy at home?

Can I help you?

I'm looking for Charlie McEwen.

And you are?

Detective Chief Inspector Burke.

Well, Detective Chief Inspector Burke.

You've found her.

Mr Martin.

D .I. Roberts.

Hardness.

You lot didn't waste much time. We like
to pick up the pace when we're dealing

with murder.

I suppose murder's where the glory is.

I doubt your neighbour would agree with
you.

Aye, well, you knew that.

You didn't get on?

I didn't get on.

I did not get on.

She was a pain in the arse, that's all.

You don't sound too bothered that she's
dead.

So what are you going to do?

Arrest me for a lack of emotion?

Is there some sort of problem, Mr
Martin?

Good. So you won't mind telling me where
you were last night? At the hospital.

All night? My son's in intensive care.

What happened?

Hit and run.

Not that you lot would care.

Anyone vouch for you last night?

Consultant.

Couple of nurses, half a dozen porers.

And my daughter, Alice.

And where would I find her?

On the stage in the main hall.

Really in Charlotte.

Insisted on Charlie when I turned 13.

Bit of a tomboy.

So, how can I help you?

I'm here about Agnes Welsh.

What's she been saying now?

She's not saying anything.

She's dead.

We found her this morning in her flat.

Murdered.

Of course, you'll have heard that Agnes
and I didn't exactly see eye to eye.

It was mentioned.

I bet it was.

Butter.

Well, it's no secret.

I've got plans for Craigford.

We're about some back in the big
development there.

Breathing your life into the area.

Agnes didn't see it that way.

Accused of tearing the heart out of the
community.

What a nonsense.

Well, I can see your point.

You're trying to demolish her home.

If she had her way, we'd all still have
outside toilets.

All that romantic crap about tenement
living.

I was brought up in a tenement.

Me too.

Shite, wasn't it?

But Atlantic Street's beyond saving.

Place is a death trap.

Literally.

Alice Martin.

Detective Inspector Ross.

Heard she was strangled.

That's why you're here, isn't it?

About Agnes.

Yeah, that's right.

Any idea who did it?

Well, at the moment, we're just trying
to find out who'd want to do it.

And you'd have your work cut out.

Plenty of people would have gladly
throttled Agnes.

Yeah?

Like who?

Nobody in particular.

Getting on people's nerves was Agnes'
hobby.

Not exactly bursting with charm.

Apparently she did a lot for the
community.

Yeah.

As long as the cameras were there to see
her do it.

You at home last night?

Me and my dad were at the hospital.

Oh, your brother.

Brian, yeah, how do you know?

Yeah, just had a friendly chat with your
dad.

Police aren't his favourite people right
now.

Still haven't found the driver.

Has he?

OK, well, I'll let you go with your
painting.

The lab's analysed his sliver tick from
Agnes' throat.

Reckon the ligature was galvanised wire
rope.

Box standard stuff. You get it in any
DIY store.

Diameter? Given the width of the wounds,
two millimetres.

They found chemical traces on her neck?

Possibly from the ligature. Still to be
analysed.

When men say they hit Atlantic Street
about 8 .30, nobody saw anything, nobody

heard anything.

Are they sure about the time?

They do set routes.

Same time every week.

Why?

It's just that Mary McCann said she
heard them just before she found Agnes.

And? And when I asked her what time that
was, she said half past nine.

Maybe she was confused.

The shock and all that.

Well, she wasn't confused.

According to the control centre, she
rang emergency services at 9 .25.

So why wait an hour before calling us?

Good night.

The boss in yet?

He's on his way.

Got a couple of minutes clear.

Thanks, Sean.

I owe you.

And Robbie.

You're self -sorted.

Cheers, mate. You got a life saver.

Going somewhere?

Yeah, actually, I'm making a flight.

Looks like you can afford to book the
next one.

Any idea where she was going?

Corfu. I could do with a week in Corfu
myself.

Looks like she was planning to stay
longer than a week.

One -way ticket.

Where did you get the money?

I've been saving up for going away, you
know.

We checked your accounts, Mary.

A lot going out.

Not so much coming in.

Certainly not three grand.

Did a couple of jobs.

Cash in hand stuff, you know.

And you've got the names of the people
who paid you?

Er... Did you take this money from
Agnes?

Of course I didn't.

You two were close.

So? So maybe Agnes tells you about a bit
of money she's put away.

She never.

You decide to help yourself.

Only Agnes catches you. You panic. Next
thing you know, you're strangling the

life out of her. I didn't kill Agnes.
She was my friend.

I thought you might want to see this.

Agnes and Mary's phone records from
yesterday morning.

But if Agnes was such a good friend, why
did it take you an hour before you

called the police?

I don't know.

I don't know. I wasn't thinking
straight.

I must have been in shock or something.

And yet you made a phone call at 8 .30
yesterday morning.

Who to?

I don't remember.

It won't take us long to find out.

It was Charlie McEwen.

The developer?

She paid me the money.

Why would Charlie McEwen pay you £3
,000?

For information on Agnes's campaign.

That's a lot of money for information.

We've checked a police report for
Atlantic Street.

There's been a lot of call -outs
recently.

Breaking?

Vandalism?

Militia damage?

Was McEwen paying you to sabotage the
building?

I didn't want to do it.

Why did you then?

Because Charlie McEwen's not the sort of
person you say no to.

What do you think?

If she did kill Agnes, why wait a day
before bolting?

Why not just go straight away?

Left is suspicious.

She's smart.

Probably thinks we don't have anything
on her.

Apart from criminal damage, we don't.

We'll let her go.

Make sure she stays available.

She seemed genuinely scared of Charlie
McKeown.

I can't see why.

The woman's not exactly gangster
material.

Don't let that fool you.

Spoke to a mate of mine at building
services.

Apparently McKeown's got a reputation.

Bribery, intimidation, anything to get
her developments through. Is that right?

Yeah. She's too smart to get her own
hands dirty.

But there's plenty of people who do it
for her.

What do we know about this Craigford
development?

The plans and cost things.

Atlantic Street's the only thing
standing in its way.

So if the tenants get a renovation
grant, the whole project's finished.

Hell of a lot of money for a couple of
flats in the East End.

More than just a couple, boss.

Anyway, haven't you heard?

East End's the new West End.

Like one West End, is he bad enough?

Anyway, there's enough money at stake
here for McHugh to have a motive.

Talk to the neighbours.

See if she's approached anything.

Where are you going?

To see a woman about a scone.

You just can't keep away, can you?

A few things I need to clear up.

Well, I hope we can clear it up quickly.

We're late for Molly's Italian class.

Don't get your shooting jacket down him.

Pack this good campaign.

You'd plan to lose a lot of money if
this renovation goes ahead.

If it goes ahead?

Well, apparently they have a good place.

I'm confident the things are about me.
Why?

Because you've got them in your pocket?

Because the development makes sense.

Look at the fueling you've put in here.

Do you have anything concrete?

I spoke to Mary McCann.

Name doesn't ring a bell.

She called you yesterday morning.

I was out.

Perhaps she spoke to the cleaner.

The count claims that you were paying
her for information on Agnes's campaign.

Obviously, she's a liar.

She's a very convincing liar.

Well, the same.

If it's her word against mine, I'll take
my chances.

Now, we really are late.

Say ciao to the nice policeman.

Ciao.

Leave the door on the step when you
leave.

I wouldn't go in there if I was you.

Mothers and toddlers, not pretty.

I need to speak to your dad.

He's at the hospital.

I was just about to head up there
myself, but I thought I'd go home and

her part.

I'll walk you back.

Please do, of course.

Yeah, if you like.

Bloody dog.

Thanks. Bloody owners, you mean.

So why do you want Dad?

Looking into a developer called McEwen.

Wondered if she'd approach him.

You mentioned something about an offer
for the flat, but to be honest, it's the

last thing on our minds right now.

How is your brother?

Unconscious since the accident.

Three weeks now.

I'm sorry.

Not your fault.

Do you know how they assess comas?

The Glasgow Coma Scale.

That makes sense. Half a glad you're in
a coma every Saturday night.

That was sensitive.

Do you believe the Samaritans turned me
down?

Yeah, I would.

What's he like?

Brian?

Your average nightmare younger brother.

Always in trouble with you lot.

Tear away.

Not always.

We lived in Ireland until Mom died, then
Dad brought us back here, and that's

when he started going off the rails.

Drinking, fighting, stealing did my head
in.

But he's still your brother.

Didn't deserve to be left for dead in
the middle of a road, put it that way.

What are the doctors saying?

The longer it goes on, the less hopeful
they are.

You don't think he'll wake up?

I know he will.

But waking up's the easy bit.

It's the recovery that's hard.

It looks great.

The policeman said it was okay.

Said the Soto were finished.

The Soko.

Yeah, but... Yeah, it's fine.

Is it true?

It's not true. You've arrested Maddy?
No, she's helping us with her inquiries.

Do you not think she's been through
enough?

Finding Agnes like that.

Maddy's a very vulnerable girl.

We're just trying to find out who killed
Agnes.

By arresting innocent people.

Look, Mr Lynch, we haven't arrested her.
She left the station over an hour ago.

Where is she?

I've no idea.

She was going away.

Last night, said she was going on
holiday.

Where?

We've asked her to postpone her trip.

She didn't tell me she was going away.

Did Mary do something wrong?

Get a lot of prams next round here?

No. But we did get a lot of drug
dealers.

That is, until Agnes bullied the
council.

Made them put in spooky TV all over the
park.

She wasn't all bad then.

I didn't say she wasn't useful.

I just didn't buy into the whole
community spirit bullshit.

Yeah? There's nothing to be said for it.

I mean, there's not much of it about
these days.

There never was.

People don't give a shit. They never
have done.

No such thing as society, eh?

Just the individual.

Family.

Eh, something like that.

Is this where it happened?

Just there.

Still no news on the driver.

Do you know who's working the case?

Guy called Fitzgerald.

Waste of bloody space.

Sorry.

Do you know him?

Yeah, yeah, I know Fitz.

And you're right.

He is a waste of space.

Hey, let me track you down.

See what's going on.

Hey, what's this?

A gospel?

Yep, anytime.

Hey, Clint.

Robbie. You here again?

Getting to be a habit?

Neither the habit I can break, Finn.

Just telling the boys here.

Got a wee date lined up later.

Record of my good looking.

Really? Do I know this guy?

Very funny.

What do you want?

Hey, you're working a hit -and -run
case, Brian Martin.

India Drive.

What about it?

Any luck finding the driver?

Nah. CCTV from the playground caught the
accident, but we couldn't pull a

registration from it.

Do you mind if I take a look at the
tape?

Sure. Give me a call tomorrow.

Hello?

Who's there?

Definitely the same method, probably
with the same weapon.

Same killer?

Not my job to say.

We'll swab the neck, see if we can find
the same chemical traces we found on the

first victim.

Stuart.

Where's Robbie?

I don't know, sir.

So what have we got?

Nothing much.

Sockers are still at it.

Not much sign of disturbance.

Front door's been forced.

Uniform. They kicked in when they got
the call.

So who made the call?

You sure you're okay? Yeah.

Have you found her?

This morning.

About eight.

I just came round to check on her after
yesterday.

I saw her lying in the hall.

How did you manage to see her if the
door was locked?

The letterbox.

She didn't answer.

So I opened the letterbox.

When did you last see her?

The day before yesterday.

We knew her here about Agnes.

Did you see her after she was released?

I tried to find her.

Eventually I went home.

I tried calling her, but she was
ignoring her phone.

How do you know she was ignoring it? She
met me now.

I went for a walk last night, about ten,
to see if she was home.

I passed by and saw her light was on.

She was definitely in.

So... Why didn't you go up and see her
if you were that worried about her?

She had company.

Who?

It was a woman, I think.

Do you remember anything about her?

Not really.

I couldn't see that well.

One thing I did notice was one of those
jeep things parked outside.

What colour?

Yesterday morning you claimed you didn't
know Mary McCann.

No. What I actually said was her name
didn't ring a bell.

There's a difference.

You're telling us you forgot you knew
her?

Embarrassing, I know.

But I meet a lot of people.

Hard to keep track.

So you admit you were paying Mary to
sabotage Agnes's campaign?

Hardly sabotage.

Let's just say Mary and I had a business
arrangement.

Is that why you went to see her last
night?

To discuss business?

I think that's between me and Mary.

She's dead.

So now it's between you and us.

You don't seriously think I had
something to do with it?

Well, you knew Mary told us about the
payment.

She's a liability.

Maybe even a threat to the development.

That's motive.

And we have an eyewitness that can place
you in her flat shortly before she was

murdered. That's opportunity.

Mary was a liability.

I agree.

But hardly a threat to the development.

I make my presentation to the council
tomorrow.

I'm confident they'll vote in favour.

As for her flat, I don't deny being
there.

But I wasn't the only one.

When I arrived, she was having an
argument with her neighbour, Ronnie, I

his name is.

Not very bright.

What was the argument about?

I really couldn't care less.

It was furious when he realised Mary was
working for me.

Your eyewitness can't be very reliable
if they didn't spot him.

Now, I would offer, but you probably
don't have time for lunch.

Not with two murders to investigate.

I want that woman nailed.

Yes, sir. Don't care how we do it, I
want her nailed.

Right. I mean it.

Start digging, come up with something.

Anything. I want her nailed. Nailed.
I've got it, sir. Right.

There's just one problem.

What's that?

I don't think she did it.

Don't get me wrong, I think she's up to
something.

But not murder.

All right, get on to the council.

Find out who's voting in this crag for
development.

There's more than one way to skin a cat.

Kneeling and skinning, sir.

We're going to be ready.

Let's keep him chewing a wee bit, yeah.

No chance of him coming down and
catching us, is there?

You scared of my boss, Fitz?

Everyone's scared of your boss.

Here we go.

You can't see the accident from this
camera.

So, why am I looking at it?

Job's all about rigour, Robbie. I
thought you knew that.

It's important to see where the boy was
coming from, eh?

Is there another tape, Fitz?

Told you.

There's nothing on it.

I wouldn't say nothing.

Well, nothing we can use, I mean.

What about enhancement?

No point.

Pixelation's shit.

Witnesses? Nah.

Nearly midnight.

Look at the time code.

Any idea what he was doing there?

Martin. Up to no good, probably.

Who makes you say that?

Boys got a better reputation for being a
nuisance.

I'm in front of the panel a few times.

Fighting, thieving, that sort of thing.

Follow me.

Right.

Craigford.

India Drive.

Give me up.

The car's heading west along India
Drive, which means it has to turn into

Craigford Road.

Maybe. No, definitely.

There's nowhere else for it to go. OK.

Craigford Road. So what?

Fitz, how long have you been in traffic?

What is the last thing you would do on
Craigford Road?

Don't know.

I mean, you don't speed for a start.

That road's chock full of cameras.

Speed cameras?

Good chance your vehicle was moving at
speed.

Do you want to check these cameras?

I might get a snap of them. Ready on it.

Manny's dead.

We found her this morning.

You were with her last night?

Mm -hm.

What time did you leave her?

I don't remember.

Is that because you were angry with her?

We spoke to Charlie McKeown.

She said you were furious with Maddy.

Maddy betrayed Agnes.

I don't know why she did it.

I told her I wasn't her friend anymore.

And what did she say?

Said I didn't understand.

And where did you go after you left her?

Right home.

What were you and Maddy fighting about
before Charlie McEwan turned up?

I don't remember.

It must have been about something.

I have to go.

Sit down, Ronnie. I need to finish the
garden.

Agnes would want me to finish the
garden. Ronnie, sit down.

Agnes... Agnes won't need her garden
done.

I didn't do anything.

Katie, any joy with the door to door?
Not yet, sir.

Sir.

Find these.

We've run some tests, and all the
results are inconclusive.

I think you've got to prepare yourself,
but the news is not good at the moment.

We've changed the medication, and we've
just got to take it one step at a time.

It really is a day -by -day struggle.

Any progress is going to be slow, but
you do have to prepare yourself for the

worst.

What the hell are you doing here?

Mr Martin, I just came by to tell you we
might be closer to finding the driver.

I thought you might like to know.

Who is it?

Well, we're not there yet, but we do
have a lead.

A lead?

Three weeks, and that's the best you can
come up with? A bloody lead?

Meanwhile, my son's lying in there in a
coma.

That's enough, Dad.

You should be getting off to work. I'll
stay here with Brian.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to.

It's okay.

They're changing his medication.

Getting desperate.

Right.

I... I shouldn't have come here and I
just... I... Sure.

Thanks. Look, I know it's just the lead,
but... It's a start.

What's your thoughts?

Well, he's obviously devoted to Agnes.

As for Mary, I can't see him wanting to
hurt her.

Well, someone did.

Found these in her flat.

Cake meal.

Anonymous? Yeah.

Some of the stuff in it's pretty
aggressive.

I've been watching you, you dirty whore.

Been asking for it all brilliant.

She had a stalker?

Checked the records.

She never reported it.

For some reason, she didn't want the
police involved.

So we've no idea who they're from?

No. And no postmark either.

Give me a minute.

Ronnie.

Did Manny ever mention letters?

Threatening letters?

Ronnie, if you know something, you need
to tell her.

If Manny really was your friend, you
need to help her find who killed her.

She'd been getting them a while.

Who from?

Who were they from, Ronnie?

She said Brian Martin was sending them.

Brian Martin wrote the letters.

Nah, just don't buy it. According to
Ronnie, Brian's been pestering Mary for

months. Is there talk of the clue?

A schoolboy crush, maybe. But this
stuff, hate mail.

Brian Martin's got a record.

Yeah, I know, I spoke to Alice about it,
but apparently it was just a nuisance.

A nuisance?

Car theft?

Two counts of assault?

Did young Alice mention that?

Look, it's a big jump from joyriding to
stalking.

Have you seen these letters?

Yeah.

Content's pretty extreme.

It's not the content that bothers me so
much as the handwriting, the grammar.

It's too neat and articulate for a 17
-year -old Ned. You know, it's too

precise.

OK, look, what do we know about Mary
McCann?

Lifestyle, boyfriends?

Well, I think there's something going on
with Jack Lynch.

Maybe you should have a chat with him.

No, I'm going to speak to the Martins.

Robbie, I don't think the boss would
think that was a good idea.

Don't you worry about the boss.

You speak to Lynch.

Heal me, sir?

I was very fond of Marnie.

I like to think we're more than just
friends.

So you were in a relationship?

No.

There was a time when I thought we could
be.

She didn't see me in that way.

I found that out the hard way.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, no problem.

You can't be too clean.

So you told her how you felt?

Not young, not rich, not Mary's type.

Oh.

That must have been hard.

Not as hard as not seeing her for months
after Mary's idea.

I think I made her uncomfortable.

We, er... We found this in Mary's flat.

Along with her mother's.

Excuse me.

Well, you don't know who sent these.

Well, apparently Mary thought they were
from Brian Martin.

Did she ever talk to you about him?

It was obvious Brian had a thing about
her, always hanging about.

A very aggressive boy.

So, he could have written this?

I don't mean to be unkind, but Brian
Martin was trouble.

Everybody agreed.

You've got to be kidding.

You are bloody clueless, you know that?

I know it's difficult.

Difficult?

You're accusing my son of being a
stalker. Some sort of pervert.

Everyone knows that Brian had a crush on
Mary.

Did you see Mary McGann?

Of course he had a crush on her.

But nothing sinister.

What is this?

You lot don't have enough to
investigate. You've got to pin something

Listen, Ronnie told us that Mary thought
the letters were from Brian.

He's lying. No way Brian wrote them.

Why would he lie?

Same reason they all would.

They had it in for Brian.

Always at the door complaining about
something.

Well, he wasn't exactly an angel, was
he? He didn't write those letters.

What makes you so sure?

Because he's illiterate.

DCI Burke.

I don't have time to speak to you.

Who says I'm here to see you?

Matt.

Good to see you. George.

Charlie's been filling me in on the
Craigford development. Very impressive.

George, we need to have a quiet one.

Actually, Councillor Douglas and I were
just about to... It's important.

Sure.

As a reporter, I'm pleased to have snaps
of you taking money from McEwen.

And you've seen these photographs?

No. It's probably bluffing when we both
know you're not the type.

Just thought I'd tip you the wing,
that's all.

What's your back, mate?

Actually, Matt.

Obviously, this was a one -off.

No idea how he got the pictures.

But this sort of stuff.

But it gave out.

Hard to put away again.

Exactly.

I might have a way out of this.

How?

You're a good counsellor, George.

I would hate to see you ruin your career
over one stupid mistake.

There's anything you can do, Matt.

Vote against McEwan.

It's not bribery if you don't do what
she asks you.

But when people see the photographs...

I can tell him you came to see me a
month ago.

Said you were concerned about McEwen.

I asked you to help us catch her and you
agreed to take part in a sting

operation.

You mean we can undercover?

Wouldn't do your profile any harm
either.

Election's coming up soon.

Martin's school file.

Okay.

There's no way he could have written
those letters.

Is this lexic?

Uh -huh. And not your mixing up B's and
D's type.

Your full -blown can't -read -or -write
type.

What, he can't write at all?

No. Spent his first years at school
thinking he was an idiot.

Finally diagnosed when he had his
secondary.

Okay.

Guess that rules him out, then.

What do you think?

Robbie, could I have a word?

In private?

Why are you so keen to rule Brian Martin
out of this investigation?

Doing my job.

She's 21, Robbie.

Oh, no, wait a minute.

You're jumping to the wrong conclusions
here.

Am I?

It's just that Stuart had a conversation
with Fitz.

He was saying that you'd been helping
him out in Brian Martin's hit -and -run

case. Yeah, well, you know what Fitz
would like is useless.

Listen, the Martins deserve a thorough
investigation.

But you're in the CID, Robbie.

You're not in the traffic.

You're working in the Atlantic Street
murders. You should be helping us.

Stuart's had enough.

So have I.

We can't keep carrying you, Robbie.

Is that right, Detective Sargent?

Listen, Jackie, I know I've been off my
game lately, but I've stopped the rot

and I'm back on course.

Good.

You look much better in a suit than in a
uniform.

You know, you're wrong about Alice.

And what was it I said about those
letters?

Yeah, yeah.

You said they were too precise.

Trollby, we've got the lab results back
and the chemical traces transferred from

the ligature.

And? We're looking at acrylic polymer
emulsion.

They can't give us the exact product
until they run it through their

Anything else?

The boss was looking for you.

Oh, great.

What sort of mood is he in?

Inspector Ross!

In here, now.

Does that answer your question?

So,

are you still

part of this team, or not?

I should have been here yesterday, I
know. Yeah, you should have been.

Meanwhile, everybody else is running
about trying to cover your arse.

It's not as if I was sitting in a pub.

I've got some stuff to check out. Stuff
like Alice Martin.

Don't you start.

She is part of this investigation.

And so is Agnes Welsh, and so is Mary
McCann.

What? I told you. I was chasing
something up.

What, you mean this?

Yeah, left the tapes in here. Yeah.

Along with a half -eaten roll scattered
across my bloody desk.

Oh, yeah, sorry.

So what were you doing with him anyway?

It was his traffic case.

He was asking questions.

Did he ask the right question?

What do you mean?

Why was he running?

Um...

Watch.

Before he was hit, the boy was running
for his life.

You see where he's looking?

Behind him.

Why?

He's been chased.

What's on the other side of the park?

The road.

What road?

India Drive.

India Drive's a crescent. It loops
around the park, see?

So where's the car when the boy runs
into the park? Well, it must have been

behind him.

The car was chasing him.

The boy cuts through the park. The car
has to go the long way round.

Catches up with him on the other side.

It wasn't an accident.

Hey, Fitz.

Robbie.

Still dodging that bastard of a boss.

Chief Inspector.

So, how do you on with the registration?

Got an image off the speed cameras. Ran
us through the computer this morning.

And?

Good news and bad news.

ID'd the owner, but the car was reported
stolen the night of the accident.

Yeah?

Did you get a name?

Um, say... Lynch, I think.

Hi. Jack Lynch.

A friendly postman.

What?

Where did you leave the car?

I left it in town.

About seven.

Came back a couple of hours later and it
was gone.

Where in town?

Near the station.

You can't remember the street?

Moss Street.

Moss Street?

Can't park in Moss Street. Saw a taxi
wrecked.

Maybe it wasn't Moss Street. It was near
there.

Till you found the car?

No, not yet. But when we do...

We're confident it'll prove to be the
car that hit Brian Martin.

So let's cut the horse shit, shall we?

The insurance company wouldn't pay out
if they knew someone else was driving

car.

You're saying you weren't the driver of
the car when it was stolen?

Then who?

Mary borrowed the car.

Mary McCann?

Said they left it in town, came back
later and it was gone.

They are in part Ronnie.

Ronnie! Ronnie!

Shit! Oh, no!

You don't get a pulse.

DCI, Buck.

Emergency services, Craigford Park.
Right away.

Just spoke to Fit.

Found the car in a lock -up that Ronnie
was renting.

All right. Get forensics on to him.

What's happened?

That looks like Park Ronnie was next on
the killer's list.

Robbie's down at the hospital now
waiting to talk to him. So he's still

Just.

Poor Ronnie.

Poor Ronnie nothing.

Him and McCann were in the car that hit
Brian Martin.

Do you think this has all to do with
Brian?

The boy keeps popping up everywhere we
look.

The accident, the letters, even if he
didn't write them.

Oh, well, he didn't.

I think I know who did.

You're not serious?

Jack, we know you wrote the letters.

And you can prove it was me?

Well, we'll get a warrant. It won't take
us long to find a handwriting sample to

compare it with.

Starting with this.

It's not what you think.

Triad.

I wasn't... I'd never have carried out
all those threats.

So why make them?

I was desperate.

After you told her how you felt about
her and she said she didn't want to see

you again, right? I told her we could go
back the way it was before, just

friends.

She wasn't interested.

I decided to teach her a lesson.

Mary's a very vulnerable girl.

She needed to look after protection.

So I wrote the letters to make her
realise how much she needed me.

To make her come running to you?

But it didn't work, though, did it?

Because she didn't tell you about the
letters.

In fact, she didn't even give you a
second thought.

She blamed Brian.

I didn't know about that until today.

Yeah, when you tried to pin it on him
too.

I'm not proud of what I did.

But I'm willing to accept the
consequences.

Good. Because I'm going to make sure you
do.

Thanks.

You all right?

Throat's sore.

I'll bet.

Can you tell me what happened?

Come on, Ronnie.

You must know who did this to you.

I was asleep.

In the van.

Don't remember anything after that.

We know that you were the driver of the
car that hit Brian Martin.

We'll be able to prove that you were in
it.

What? It's time to start telling the
truth.

It was an accident.

Then why didn't you report it?

Why not call for an ambulance?

I wanted to.

Didn't want to leave him there.

She told me to drive on.

Marty told you?

Marty wanted to help him too.

It was Agnes who told me to keep going.

Agnes.

According to Ronnie, They just wanted to
scare Brian.

Seemingly, Marty took the letters to
Agnes and said they were from Brian, and

she wanted to call the police.

But Agnes preferred a more direct
approach.

Nothing like a bit of vigilantism to get
the community together.

So Ronnie was just the muscle. He was
there to scare Brian.

So what happened?

Well, they confronted him outside the
park.

Brian took off.

So they cut him off at the other side?

Yeah, literally.

Agnes told Ronnie to drive off and lose
the car.

Metalised emulsion floor polish.

Analysis of the traces found in the
victim's necks. It's a mixture of wax

acrylic. You know, from one of these
buffer machines.

Don't you mind.

I'm just about to lock up.

I need you to come down to the station,
Mr Martin.

What if I don't want to come?

Robin.

I don't think you have any choice.

Good work.

But right now, this wire's only
circumstantial.

I need a confession.

Jackie, I want you in there with me.

Yes, sir.

Boy, if I'm closer to the family, it
should be me in there.

I want Jackie.

Look, am I still part of this team?

Of course you are.

Traffic are handing over the hit and run
to us.

Your pal Fitz is dropping off the
paperwork now.

Why don't you make a start on that?

Right. Jackie, I'll see you in there in
five minutes.

Somebody I have to say hello to first.

Yes, ma 'am.

Jack, take this to the lab.

Tell them I want it mashed in 20
minutes. It'll make them eat their test

An undercover operation?

We are the army in the shadows.

There's no way anybody could have taken
photographs.

And you know it.

This won't go anywhere.

I'll be out of here in a couple of
hours.

Maybe so.

Being kissed goodbye to your Craigford
development.

Say ciao to the nice lady, Stuart.

Ciao.

The length of wired rope we took from a
reel found in your store cupboard.

Recognise it?

I couldn't pick it out in a crowd if
that's what you mean.

The wire used to strangle Agnes Welsh
and Mary McCann was similar to this.

Similar? Same diameter, same material.

Well then, you've got me. I confess.

We also found traces of floor polish in
this.

The same traces were found in the
victim's neck.

Can you explain that?

Nope.

Doesn't look good then, does it?

Is this all you've got?

Your present for your Robbie.

It's all there.

Action reports, interviews.

If you need any help... What's this?

CCTV from the north gate of the park.

The north gate?

Something tells me you haven't watched
this.

He was hit at the south gate.

Why would I watch it?

Rigor, Fitz.

Rigor. You said you were at the hospital
the night that Agnes was killed.

All night?

According to the nerfers, you and Alec
come and go.

Hard to keep track of you.

You could easily have sneaked out
without anybody noticing.

Look, why would I want to kill Agnes or
marry for that matter?

Because they were in the car that hit
your son?

Along with Park Rony?

The clothes didn't have much time for
Brian, did they?

Always up at your door complaining or
calling the police?

Brian didn't do half the stuff they
accused him of.

Still, once you get a reputation, eh?

That must have been frustrating for you.

I dealt with her. The same way you dealt
with Agnes and Mary.

I want a lawyer.

When did you realise they were in the
car that hit Brian?

Get me a lawyer.

Could be something vital here.

It's just a bunch of wasters getting
drunk.

One of those boys is Brian Martin.

Bloody hell.

I was seeing.

If I'd watched this, we'd have saved
ourselves a lot of hassle.

If you'd have watched this, you might
have saved two people's lives.

It's not going to look good at my next
appraisal, is it?

Who's that, Al?

Ronnie, what are you doing here?

Hey, Missy Brian.

Are you all right?

I'm sorry.

Bye.

Bye.

Alice Martin, we're about to prefer a
charge of murder against you.

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

may be used as evidence. Do you
understand the charge?

It took me a while to put it together.

I mean, I saw them arguing, I saw Brian
run away, but I thought he was just

up to his usual tricks.

By the time I got to the other side of
the park, the police were already there.

Saw them put Brian into the ambulance.

But I heard it was a hidden run. I knew
it was them.

Bastards left him there to die.

Oh, if it was an accident.

It was a lynching.

They set out to lynch my brother for
something he didn't do, so I lynched

right back.

You know, Agnes was wrong.

Community is nothing.

Family is everything.

You all right?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm fine.

That's what we can do in the pub.

We can invite Fitz.

He can watch me terrorise him.

No, I'll give it a miss.

Early start tomorrow.