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Sorry to keep you waiting.

No problem.

You're new.

I started yesterday.

Still trying to get used to everything.

You're the hang of it.

First few days are always the worst.

If it's a warrant, step away from the briefcase.

I'm ready to believe that you're using these premises for the purposes of

immoral learning, and therefore I'm placing you under arrest.

You have the right to remain silent, but anything you do say will be noted and

may be used in evidence.

Law and order.

Issue number one in our manifesto.

Why?

Because it is issue number one with the Scottish electorate.

They want to see an end to the violence and anti -social behaviour that plague

our streets.

That is the challenge for this government.

The challenge for the police force and the challenge for the Scottish people.

Together, we will prevail.

There's always a challenge, never a near impossible task.

This spiral of violence will become a thing of the past.

In the Scotland that we envisage, fear and intimidation will not stop the

streets.

We mustn't delude ourselves that this will happen overnight.

To borrow from those famous words.

Let us not regard this day as the beginning of the end.

But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.

I need a drink.

I mean, too often there's a standoff between government and police, and I

it's so refreshing to hear a politician who's actually sensitive to the needs of

modern policing. I don't think that's all he's sensitive to.

I'm sorry?

Well, with respect, Chief Superintendent Henson, there's an election coming up.

The low and order ticket's always a good one to flog. I think Frank Morgan

genuinely cares.

Yeah, maybe he does.

But in my experience, there's always a bit of a gap between words and action.

So what would you suggest, DCI Burke?

Oh, I'm no one for making suggestions, ma 'am. I'm just an old -fashioned cop

that prefers police work to politics.

Well, Chief Inspector, politics, like it or not, is an unavoidable aspect of our

job. And in a modern force that welcomes... Laura, come with me.

I want you to meet the Justice Minister.

What?

Bulls?

China shops?

That was a pleasure, Angus. See you again.

Right, sir.

Well, Jackie, I think we've done our bit.

The capital has witnessed Glasgow's finest.

The charm, the patter.

Yep. Now it's back to crime -busting on the mean streets of the metropolis.

Do you enjoy your wine, sir?

Are you feeling all right?

Kathy. Matt.

Hi, you.

I work as a political consultant. Frank Morgan's one of my clients.

So are you back living here?

Yeah.

When we... Well, I went to Brussels, got a job in the European Parliament, and

after that Westminster, and then last year I decided to move back to Scotland.

So what brings you here?

Oh, the conference.

My sergeant and I drew the short straw.

Still a cop, then?

Yeah. Yeah, still a cop.

What happened to the log study?

It fell away.

Sorry, Fern.

Is that the taxi?

No. Thanks, Jackie.

Heading back to Glasgow?

Aye.

Aye.

There you go.

Thanks.

And we're good networkers, eh?

Chief Inspector Buck.

It's good to see you again, Cappy.

It's lovely to see you too, Matt.

Her name's Cathy Moffat.

And I was engaged to be married to her 23 years ago.

Look, sir, you don't have to tell me any more.

No, no, it's fine, it's fine.

The wedding was only days away.

She vanished.

Left a bridesmaid to tell me she couldn't go through with it.

And did you never try to... Oh, sure I did, sure.

Yeah, I got into it finally, but all my letters just went unanswered.

You know, these things, they're awful at the time.

You do get over them.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's right.

Hello?

Got in here, darling.

Look,

I told you never to call me at home.

I don't care. I don't take partner calls at home.

Mail. No ID.

Who found her? Some kids on their bike.

An iron mark laying to the body. Looks like he was driven here, dumped and then

shot.

What a mess.

I think the body's been lying here for about 12 hours.

That puts time of death at about 10 o 'clock last night.

There's multiple lacerations to his face, red wheels on his wrist,

was tied up beforehand.

Two bullets to the back of the head, 9mm.

I have a hunch it was premeditated.

Could be.

Drug wars.

These days every two -bulb dealer thinks it's Dillinger. Yeah, but...

tied up and cut.

That's not usual. Normally it's just a bullet.

Some seductive bastard getting his kicks.

Either way, once we've established that idea, let's start digging in the usual

haunt.

Somebody'll know something.

Grudges, rivalries. Don't know it.

How'd it go in Edinburgh?

Oh, marvellous.

Did you know, Robbie, that you're part of an elite team equipped to meet the

challenge of modern law enforcement?

Of course I did.

Well, go on with it, then.

Mr. Morgan, nice to see you.

It's disappointing when you won't return my calls.

Well, I haven't been in the office this morning.

Or all the other mornings and afternoons that I've tried. I've been very busy,

Mr. Shearer. There's been a conference on... I always say a busy man finds the

time.

I really don't appreciate it. Mr.

Morgan, please.

We're only talking about a little common courtesy.

That's not too much to ask, surely? I'm late for a meeting.

I will get back to you.

It was nice to see you again.

Please give my regards to your charming wife Fiona and those two beautiful

children.

The boys are back, if you want to catch up.

Sure, just give me a second, would you, Doug?

Sure.

Victim's name's Harry Boyd.

Previous record for assault and serious assault.

Yeah, we moved around the East End this morning and apparently Harry had a rep

as a hitman.

So somebody hit the hitman.

Was he on a job that went wrong?

There was a name that popped up several times.

Sam McIver?

Well, they do say shit floats to the surface, don't they?

So is he back out?

He served five years.

Paroled two months ago.

Time flies, eh?

Seems like only yesterday we nailed that bastard.

He speaks very highly of you, sir.

Yeah, I'm sure he does.

So what was the word?

Well, some say that McIver's used Harry Boyd's services in the past.

Did you talk to him?

No, we couldn't track him down, but I know a bar where he hangs out. We'll

that tonight.

Good. While you're there. So, what progress, Chief Inspector?

Uh, no.

Ma 'am, this is just the early stages of the investigation.

In my last posting, I enjoyed keeping in touch with the front line, as it were.

Yes. Well, I'll be filing a progress report to my superintendent later.

And what might it say?

It'll say that the victim was a suspected hitman.

He was cut up badly, took two bullets, and that's all we know for sure right

now.

No leaks?

Nothing concrete.

But then this is the stage of an investigation where you have to keep an

mind. Of course.

Well, I'll let you get on.

Pulling me up in front of my own bloody... Put me through to ACC

please. Sir, is that wise?

That's such a thing as a chain of command, Jackie.

Exactly. And you're about to break that chain yourself.

All right, so I mouthed off a bit yesterday.

What was that all about?

I don't know.

But I don't think squealing up to her is going to work somehow.

A degree in criminology and she bloody knows it all.

Well, she did reach chief super at 35, sir.

Youngest ever.

Yeah. Rose without a trace.

Burke.

Oh, hi.

Hi. Can you just hang on a second?

Sorry, Jack, I need to take this.

Sure.

Hi, sorry about that.

Yeah. Yeah, well, it's strange, because I was just going to phone you, but

something came up, so... The modern police force is a very competitive

environment, and I can understand your desire to make your mark, Chief

Superintendent. Sir, it's not about making my mark.

It's about recognition for new talent.

We do have promotional procedures.

Yes, I know that, sir, but...

I've been going over divisional statistics, and murder detection rates

10 % in the last year.

Against a rise in homicides of 15%. Well, it's my contention that we have a

surfeit of senior officers happy to coast along until retirement.

Okay. Let me see your hit list.

It's not a hit list, sir.

Merely a few suggestions.

The majority of these men are tried and trusted officers, many with

commendations. Maybe, but if we are going to fulfil the politicians'

need people who can embrace change, and that means... Chief Superintendent, we

are not in the business of fulfilling politicians' demands, and may I remind

once more that all senior officers are subject to regular review.

Thank you, Chief Superintendent.

Thank you, sir.

Well, this is lovely.

Still no ring in your finger, I see.

Married to the job, me.

How about you?

Divorced.

I've got a son down south, but very rarely see him.

Anybody?

Nobody.

It's been a while, actually.

To tell you the truth, I'm enjoying the freedom.

I feel like I have, yeah.

I can't sit here all evening, no.

Why?

Matt, I spent years asking myself that same question.

Have you really?

Did you come up with an answer?

You've every right to be angry.

In the misery?

And the binges, were they my right too?

You were older than I was.

You seemed so sure.

I was sure.

Well, that kind of certainty can be a bit scary when you're young.

Why no contact?

No explanations? I mean... The truth.

I'm a coward.

And I was ashamed of what I'd done to you.

So why are you here now?

At the Parliament yesterday, I saw in your face all the hurt and the pain that

I'd caused you.

So, time out.

Police looking for Sam McIver.

He's not been in Big Mac.

Is that right?

Hey, Sammy.

Thought you were still outside.

No.

How long you been out?

Two months.

What, your phone? You're all right.

Do you know Harry Boyd?

Slightly.

He was found murdered last night.

That's a shame.

Where did he work for you in the past?

Not that I remember.

So you wouldn't know what Harry was up to last night then?

No.

I'm in parole.

I've got to be careful of the company I keep.

So whose company were you in last night?

Here till twelve, then home.

I suppose your amigo back there will confirm that.

Hey, mate.

Ask him nicely.

Okay, Sammy.

We'll be seeing you later.

No, I don't think I'd have made a good criminal lawyer.

I don't agree.

I think it's a shame you gave up.

I couldn't put the classes when they're work.

Anyway, can you picture me cross -examining some Ned in a stand?

You're guilty, you scheming wee bastard.

It could have been a whole new style.

And I wouldn't look stupid in a wig.

So how do you like the politicking game?

It has its moments.

This guy Morgan, what's he like?

I've worked with the best in Brussels and Westminster, and Frank's up there.

But he also cares about the issues, and I think people can feel that when he

speaks. Well, I'll take your word on that.

You're kind of the same to me.

Oh, you're a cop. It's your job to be sceptical.

Matt, there's something I need to talk to you about.

Yeah? It's about Frank.

Oh. He has a situation, and I'd like your opinion.

Far away.

In the run -up to the by -election, when Frank won his Glasgow seat, he received

funding from a local entrepreneur called Robert Shearer.

So? Nothing illegal in that?

No. But the problem is, Shearer now feels that Frank owes him.

And he wants Frank to help him with some difficult planning application.

Isn't that par for the course?

Normally, yes.

But what Frank's found out is that Shearer may have links with organised

Well, I haven't heard of them.

Shearer's never faced a charge, but there are rumours. And with the election

due... You can't afford to be compromised.

It's a bad fact of politics that just sticks whether true or untrue.

Let me help you.

No, Matt.

I just wanted to know what you think. I didn't know... No, no, just let me look

into the Führer guy.

Oh, I'm not sure... It's all right. I'll give you a wee bit of digging on the

side.

Now, if you're going to get your trade, you'd better go.

I'll be in touch.

Thanks for this, Matt.

And for a lovely dinner.

Good night, Captain.

Okay, come up, guys.

According to their IDs, one Ralph Cosgrove, one James Miller.

We're running checks on them just now.

Yeah, the witnesses said the car came steaming from across the road, guns

blazing all the way. Well, if Harry Boyd's death was gang -related, is this

reply? It could be.

Whether our friend Mackay ever happened to... Eh, not much, boss. He was...

Chief Inspector.

Ma 'am.

Three murders in 24 hours.

What do we tell them?

Right now the press are not my priority, ma 'am.

But they will require a statement.

Have you been drinking, Chief Inspector?

I was off duty.

Had a glass of wine with dinner.

So what's the deal here?

We don't know yet.

Could be a gang war if this killing's linked to last night.

Well, keep me informed, Chief Inspector.

Ma 'am.

Ladies and gentlemen, my officers are pursuing various leads, but it's our

theory that these killings are part of a gang war.

Now, we expect to make you some arrests very soon when a further statement will

be forthcoming.

That's all just now, then. Thank you.

Playing to the bloody gallery.

Sir, the gallery's still watching.

Your own desk there now?

That buck.

I've got the junior upstairs.

The lad needs the experience.

Busy night for the boys in blue, are you? Oh, Mudderpolis.

I need a favour, Jim.

I've been phoning Robert Shearer.

Entrepreneur.

Disconnected to the Mudders? No, no, no. I just heard some rumours about them.

I'll check him out.

Where can we meet?

I'm on till nine in the morning.

Can be okay?

I'll be here in my office.

I'll get them in.

Well, let's say it was a thrown -off shotgun.

The weapon of choice for the discerning thug.

Yeah. Listen, we spoke with the widow of James Miller.

Apparently, Miller ran a security company called Millennium Protection.

What kind of work?

She was a bit vague, but she thinks they specialised in bodyguard or protection

services. That could cover a multitude of sins.

Get into their office to get their files.

Will do. So, the only possible connection so far is our old pal Sammy

All right, pull McIver in.

Let's put some pressure on him. I had Uniform go out of his flat this morning,

but no sign of it.

Well, keep on it.

I've got to go out now. Stay in touch.

Good turn.

That was Henson on the phone.

She was looking for an update.

No, she had a press conference coming up.

Sir, I really think you should... Oh, I'll deal with her later, Jack.

What's up?

Jim. Matt.

It's the... Oh, it says me standing in a pissing rain.

Highest nicotine content in the market, you know. Ever thought of giving up?

Can you be a hack without a fag and a drink?

You're a dying breed, Jim.

Robert Shearer's big into the waterfront development.

County's got stakes in bars, clubs, boutique hotels.

All legit?

Well, if you don't count the backhandlers to the right people, yeah,

There's your man.

So is there anything in these rumours?

There's a Pope a Catholic.

Shearer's a boy from the schemes made good, and I don't think he can resist

lure of the tainted buck.

How tainted?

It's called agencies.

That's a high -class prostitution.

Well, Shearer's got the classy hotels with the wealthy businessmen in tap.

A ready -made market.

Champs and counters.

Female companionship. My gardening correspondent gave me that last night.

Your gardening correspondent?

Well, it seems his passions extend beyond hardy annuals.

Anyway, he reckons Shearer's got an interest.

Thanks for this, Jim. What can I get you?

No. I'm going for a flag.

This conference will attract the top estate agents from all over the world.

I have to be certain that their reputations will not be tarnished.

Oh, I guarantee you, Mr. Gordon, our ladies are very discreet.

And this is your business?

I'm not the proprietor, no. I'm the manager, Ace.

I see.

Well, and do you think it'd be possible for me to speak to the proprietor, then?

Then why would that be necessary?

Simply to reassure myself.

Well, it's like a partnership that runs things. There's not one particular...

Please! This is a warning. Step away from the briefcase.

Oh, Jesus Christ! That leads to the backstage.

I would have taken some explaining that for sure.

Oh, I feel so responsible.

No, don't.

Sherlock here would be a good way to find out more.

Shearer's involved in prostitution?

According to my guy, he is.

So the vice cops are on to him?

No, I don't think so. No, I checked.

The squad do a circuit at these places. It would just be their turn to get

busted.

When I think of it.

Ah, well.

No harm done. I got away with it.

Yeah.

I'll keep digging, though.

I've got a Sheila's double wife, but there'll be something.

Are you sure you want it?

Yeah.

Well, little Cathy, I have to ask you this.

Are you sure about Morgan?

How do you mean?

Are you sure he's being straight with you about Sheila?

Yeah.

He's not hiding anything?

No, absolutely not.

He wouldn't. Not with me.

Relax, Sherlock.

Duty calls.

Um, I'm just thinking, what about having dinner tonight?

I could come through to Edinburgh.

Oh, I'm actually at a constituency meeting here in Glasgow tonight, Frank's

election strategy.

Well, maybe you'd like to drop by my flat later for a drink?

Sorry, Matt, I need to get straight back to Edinburgh.

Another time?

Yeah, sure.

No problem.

I'll get you a cab.

Hi, Sheila. How you doing?

Thought I'd check the ins and outs at that escort agency.

All right.

I know him.

He's a cop.

So, what's new?

Sir, I've been trying to reach you.

Oh, I'm sorry, Jackie. I forgot I had it switched off.

Henson called.

What, again?

She wants to see you.

Yeah, I'll call her.

In the assistant chief's office at three o 'clock.

She said, what's the matter?

Why were you there, Chief Inspector?

I'm sure you have a good reason, Chief Inspector.

Perhaps you were aware of the undercover operation.

No, Sarah, I wasn't.

Was it in connection with the murder inquiry?

I was there... I was there for personal reasons.

Personal reasons?

Would you care to expand on that, Chief Inspector?

Then, in that case...

I am obliged to suspend you, Detective Chief Inspector Burke, pending an

official inquiry.

Your warrant card, please.

OK, boss.

You can't tell us why you were there.

Which means you've got a good reason not to.

So, how do we help you?

I can't involve any of you.

I'll get out of this mess myself.

Look, sir, we need to help you.

We're a team. We set up. Is that it, sir?

I can't face you.

We've still got... You've still got a murder inquiry in your hands.

I'd like you to concentrate. To hell with a murder inquiry.

I mean, who cares what bunch of scumbags want to kill each other? The bottom

line is it won't do you any good to be seen in my company.

Not until this is sorted out.

Sir?

What is it, Jackie?

Is there something you want to tell me?

I said I was clear.

It's just that ever since we've come back from Edinburgh, you've been... Does

this get anything to do with Cathy Moffat?

No. Now leave it, Jackie.

And don't mention Cathy to anybody else.

Okay?

Pray so, Cathy.

Penny would call it an official conduct review.

Well, I've got a month to figure something out before it's due.

I'll go and see them.

I'll come clean about everything. I'll speak to Frank about it.

No, no, Cathy, don't do that. Please don't. No point making that bigger mess

than it is.

But, Matt, your career... You didn't ask me to help. I chose to help.

I need to sort this bit for myself.

Got some stuff on Millennium Protection.

The security company James Miller worked for.

Find out the registered owner's a guy called Robert Shearer.

And guess what? They provided the security for the escort agency the boss

at. What?

Let me see that.

So the boss was on to something.

I keep us out of the loop.

Listen, Stuart, get McIver's file from records. It's just something that's

niggling at me and I want to see his indictment again.

Okay, if you want to deal with him, I'll try and check out this guy, Sheeter.

Okay. Listen, Jackie, do you think we should tell the boss about this?

No.

No, let's just see what we dig up, yeah?

Must be a dug batch.

Doesn't seem to be getting me drunk.

Well? Sir, this escort agency.

Were you by any chance after a guy called Robert Shearer?

I was, uh... I was checking him out.

Yeah, well, the two dead bodies from last night, they work for Shearer. What?

Shearer's now linked to a murder.

Sir, why were you there?

I'd heard that Shearer was...

putting the squeeze on Frank Morgan.

You heard?

From Cathy?

So she asked you to check out Shearer? No.

She didn't want me to. Sir, why do you trust her?

I know she's being straight with me.

I trust her because it was my idea to go after Shearer, not hers.

Well, somebody's asked her. Then it has to be Morgan.

I felt all along he was keeping something from Cathy. Now, whatever

need to protect her.

No, sir. No, we need to protect you.

Because it's your career that's on the line.

What career?

After I was suspended, Henson called me to his vice -return's office.

Told me my name was already in some kind of hit list.

Said if I wanted a full pension and an honourable discharge, her advice was to

make a deal now.

So, I'll help you all I can with the case, Jackie.

It looks like I'm finished.

Mum!

Could I have a word?

Of course.

Normally I wouldn't do this kind of thing, but... Yes?

Matthew Burke is one of the finest officers you have in this force.

I think it's unacceptable that you've been suspended.

Well, Detective Sergeant Reid, I think it's unacceptable that we should have

police officers involved in fleeing.

Oh, no, that's a load of old crap.

With all due respect, ma 'am, I... And I can prove it.

I'd be more than happy to see your proof.

Yes, well, I'm still working on it.

But I'll get back to you.

Hello. Thanks for coming.

Fancy coffee?

Yeah, sure.

A Hitler?

Complete nonsense.

Yeah, well, that's what I told Henson.

Kind of.

Well, we're finally getting somewhere.

DNA links the two latest corpses to Harry Boyd's killing.

So the revenge theory holds up?

Yep. And I looked at McIver's indictment. There was a plea bargain,

he was only tried for the attempted murder.

The original charge included immoral earnings.

Escort agency.

The same agency that our Mr. Shearer provided protection for?

Aha. It seems Shearer just moved in when McIver went inside.

We've picked up McIver. He's down in the cells.

Yeah, I also invited Shearer in for a chat. He's at reception with his lawyer.

Hello? Oh, DS Reid.

Jackie.

Sir, how are you getting on?

Very interesting.

I'll tell you in a second.

Put Stuart on, would you?

Yep, sure.

What? Stuart, I need you to do something for me. What?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, I will do.

Ralph Cosgrove and James Miller, the dead men.

They work for you?

Not as such, no.

They run a company in which I retain a holding.

I have many companies and I can't be hands -on with all of them.

We learned today that one of your companies made a donation to the

of the Glasgow MSP, Mr Frank Morgan.

Nothing irregular about that.

No?

Why Morgan in particular?

I admired the way a Glasgow politician was trying to make a name for himself on

the bigger stage.

I like to reward enterprise.

Hiya.

DC Fraser.

DS Watson.

Hey, thanks for letting me see this. No bother. Just in here.

Do you know a Sam McIvor?

No.

Well, there was a time prior to a short spell in prison where McIvor ran escort

agencies.

And we think he was muscled out by someone bigger.

And he's a bit of a grub.

And we think that someone was you.

Go on.

So this MacIver hires a hitman, Harry Boyd, to deal with you or your boys,

not sure which, but it goes wrong.

And he takes a couple of bullets instead from your guys, who in turn get their

comeuppance in the bloodbath of the other night.

And by the way, their DNA was all over Harry Boyd.

Detective, I'm a businessman.

What you're describing here is like something from a gangster film.

And we think you had a starring role.

I can assure you I didn't even have a bit part.

Will that be all?

For now.

We don't think about leaving town without informing us.

Just like the movies, eh?

I'll say again.

I stayed in the pub till twelve. Then went home.

Sam, you're moving these exalted kirkles.

So who do you think are one of these guys dead?

No idea.

They ran a security firm called Millennium Protection.

You heard of it?

Nope.

These are the guys who killed Harry Boyd.

Have you seen it?

DNA says so.

No question.

So it seems he got your revenge.

So Sam, tell us about escort agencies.

Apparently you were involved in them before you went inside.

Do you know a guy called Robert Shearer?

Did he muscle you out?

And now that you're street side again, you decided to sort him out?

He's kind of an old stand -by, Harry Boyd.

Like I said to you before, I'm in parole.

Gotta be careful.

The two dead guys work for Shearer?

Look, are you gonna charge me with anything?

Because if not, I'd like to get going.

I'm gonna nail that little bastard.

Guys, come and look at this.

This is the back door of the escort agency.

I went back two years to the month before the election, like the boss asked

This is it coming up.

Oh, one Frank Morgan MSP. There's more.

Vice told me that when these pictures were taken, McIver still ran the escort

agency, even though he was in jail.

So Morgan was one of McIver's customers?

A regular.

So a proven link with Morgan and McIver.

I was beginning to think it was wishful thinking with her MSP friend.

Makes sense. They knew each other of old.

Morgan discovers they've both got a grudge against Shearer. Have we got a

warrant yet?

McIver's back in a cell, but Morgan's office say that he's in a meeting in

London tonight.

Cooper's asked if we can pick him up in the morning, try and minimise the media

bun fight.

And Shearer?

He's not convinced we've got enough to bring him in.

So Morgan knew that Shearer had the real dirt on him.

That bastard lied to Cathy. I knew it. I knew it!

Sir... Maybe I should go and speak to Super about Cathy, just in case they

think... No, sir. Not while you're still suspended. Let's play safe.

Yeah, yeah. Fair enough.

I'll call you in the morning. Just sit tight, yeah? All right, I will do,

Jackie. Yeah.

Good night.

Kathy, I'm really sorry turning on like this, but I need to talk to you.

Oh, right. Well, come in. Come in.

What is it, Matt?

Morgan's been lying to you.

That whole thing about Shearer's supposed crime connections wasn't about

How do you mean?

We've got images of Morgan leaving that escort agency.

They're certain that Shearer's got them too.

I don't understand.

We reckon she has been blackmailing Morgan, probably threatening some kind

sleaze expose.

And... What?

I shouldn't really tell you this.

We're virtually certain that Morgan's linked to some murders. I can't say any

more right now.

Oh, God.

Matt, no, that's not possible. Look, let me talk to Frank. I'm sure there's a

next... No, that wouldn't be a good idea.

My team are going to arrest him in the morning. Just leave Will alone.

I can't take this, then.

I just can't take it. Oh, my God.

I'm... I'm going to have to go now.

I'll call you in the morning.

Don't worry, we'll sort something out.

Yeah, that seems fine.

Sign here, please.

Mr Morgan has opted for a plea bargain.

He's pleading guilty to conspiracy to murder.

He implicates you.

I only did what he asked.

All just part of the job.

I was in love with him.

Well, I wasn't going to allow some chumped -up thug like Shearer

to ruin Frank's career.

So who approached MacIver?

I did.

And he organised Harry Boyd, the hitman.

But it went wrong.

When did you find out?

MacIver called me the morning I saw you and Matt at the Parliament.

And you decided to get Matt Burke to help you.

No. Well, not at first.

I didn't know what to do.

But then Matt provided an opportunity for me to...

Get information I needed.

An opportunity?

Listen to yourself.

You abused his trust once and you had no qualms about doing it a second time.

What kind of person are you?

I do regret involving Matt.

And finally, I would like to express my gratitude to all our officers from CID

for the tenacity and resolve they've shown in the successful conclusion of

investigation.

And in particular, to the leader of the team, Detective Chief Inspector Matthew

Burke.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

I know what you're thinking.

An old fool like an old fool, eh?

Don't beat yourself up.

Who did I think I was kidding?

You warned me, didn't you?

Ah, those two deserve each other.

Yeah, I wish that made it easier.

I'm sure.

Right, come on, I'll buy you breakfast.

No, no, thanks.

Just head home.