All language subtitles for Taggart s09e02 Gingerbread 2.eng

Maybe the two words aren't connected,
sir.

Gingerbread and men.

A private detective's been murdered,
Jim.

There must be dozens of people with a
grievance. Let's not shunt ourselves

a sighting.

I agree it's a pattern, but what do you
make of it?

David Roth phoned home to ask about a
birthday present for his son. A normal

reason. Ian Scott phoned home here to
say that he was going for a drink with

some friends, which we know was a lie.

Unless he had friends in Glasgow that
his mother knew nothing about.

Yeah, but Frank Innes rang to say that
he loved his wife.

And Philip Chalmers phoned his wife for
the similar message.

Tell your boss I'll phone him in the
morning.

Okay.

What's he doing in this case if he's so
personally involved?

It's his patch.

Even so.

I see what you mean about the black
cigarette.

Yes, sir.

Hello, Jim.

Stephen, looking again.

I'm just leaving, Jim. Sorry.

Some other time.

Gemma and I are just going for a meal
and to talk about the Samson case.

Hello. Hello.

The Samson case, huh? Yes, I was telling
Gemma that forensically it was one of

the most fascinating.

The page three girl in the burnt out
boat, the shotgun killing of John

and the near cremation of the father
with that drug sucanol chloride inside

You were in charge of that case, weren't
you?

I was.

Come on. That table was booked ten
minutes ago.

Good night.

They were my cases.

I solved them.

Now, everybody seems to be taking the
credit.

Well, you refused to speak to her. What
do you expect?

Credit? Where credit's due?

There's a very simple answer.

Jean, I've nailed my callers to the
mast.

Well, un -nail them.

I've read these books.

They're unhealthy.

People read them for thrills. They're
not interested in the real detective

Besides, I haven't got the time.

You've got plenty of time.

I'm in the middle of a case. I haven't
got the time. Well, everybody else seems

to have the time. Jack McVitie, Dr.

Andrews, Michael, especially Michael.

All I want is a break.

The meaning of gingerbread man.

You'll get it.

You always do.

Such confidence.

A little bit of credit for you to go to
sleep with.

I bombed back with red.

Screwed back for the blue.

On to TV.

Can I help you, sir?

I wonder if you could tell me what I
should do with this.

There's an advanced stage of
decomposition.

Evidence of post -mortem burning and
burial.

Can we get prints off that?

That should be possible.

Well, do you know who's at it?

Not yet.

Mr. Jobson was just saying that his
dog's been a habit of wandering off for

few days and coming back with things to
bury.

He's not a dangerous dog. He wouldn't
have bitten it off anybody.

Well, how far does he go?

He's never told me.

A neighbour's dog used to wander 15, 20
miles, sir.

Great.

He just goes when the mood takes him.

Sometimes he'll no go off for weeks.
Then you'll turn your back and he's away

for three days.

So we just wait and follow him.

I've got a better idea, sir.

We could get the surveillance unit to
put a homing device on his collar.

Aye.

So you wait and follow him. That's a
great idea.

Sir.

Found more.

The human right foot, sir.

There's a part of a hand with two
fingers and something unidentifiable.

Is that a euphemism by any chance?

Take your dog away, please, Mr. Johnson.

You've been a busy boy, haven't you,
Blackie? Come on, come on.

I'm not sure if it is Philip Chambers or
any of the other missing persons.

We'll know soon enough.

His prints will still be in the house,
even after two months.

So?

That foot looks too fresh for two
months.

Eh?

Ah, he's just coming in.

For you.

Tiger.

I wouldn't ordinarily disturb you, Jim,
but we may have another missing person.

James Buchanan, a travelling
confectionery salesman. His wife

missing two days ago from Newcastle on a
business trip to Glasgow.

His car's been abandoned at the Temple
of Dayton.

He obviously played bingo.

Who do you think this is?

Gingerbread?

Why not taste it and see?

Aye, that's him.

Went and bought a whisky on Tuesday
night.

Do you know where he went after?

Aye.

So I'm up the singing bone.

Up the road.

Alone?

No. The two women.

Can you describe them?

Jenny and Anne, they're called.

Hey.

Do you always dress like that when
you're here?

Punters love it.

By the way, your beauty spot smudged.

I got here as soon as I heard. Heard
what?

Our sweet -toothed driver strikes again.

Well, there might be a connection.

Just don't get under my feet.

Well,

when you smoke that in here, you may get
lynched.

She's a

good

kid. She's only 18.

Some men like schoolgirls, believe it or
not.

I look after her. I know the things that
can happen.

Like this.

Punter gave me that years ago. Business
hasn't been the same since, you might

say.

That's why I took the number of the car
they went off in.

Do you still have it?

They didn't do anything anyway.

How do you know?

She told me.

This one was a gentleman.

We just sat in his car and talked.

What else, Jenny?

That's all.

We ate chocolate.

Chocolate? He was a travelling salesman.
He had boxes of it in the back.

What about gingerbread?

Did either of you eat a gingerbread man?

A gingerbread man, no.

Does gingerbread men mean anything to
you, or just gingerbread?

No.

So he paid you just to sit in the car
and eat chocolate?

He didn't pay me.

I didn't want to do what he wanted.

He said he understood.

He had a daughter my age, and he
wouldn't want anyone to force her to do

anything against her will.

I haven't been doing this very long.

How long?

Two weeks.

He drove me back to the pub, gave me two
pounds for a drink, and then drove

away. I think you're in the wrong job,
Jenny.

And she's dunking.

I told you never to come without
ringing.

Go on.

Get out of here.

Go on.

Jessie asked me to come to collect you.
I don't need collecting.

And I thought I might meet your friend.
She won't meet you. She won't meet

anybody today.

Oh, I thought... She says never to come
without ringing.

So I wanted to see what she would do if
I did.

She's mad.

She's a widow, Simon.

And she lives alone.

People like that can become a little
strange.

Now, come along.

Give me a bike.

And I'll take you home.

Why does nobody believe me?

About being a witch?

No. About her having something to do
with my dad's murder.

Remember what Sergeant Jardine said
about too much imagination?

As for witches, well, maybe there are
one or two.

Wouldn't do to stop believing in them
altogether, would it?

Simon, we were getting worried about
you.

And it's the first player to five who
goes through to the semi -final.

Hi, Jackie, it's me.

So, how's Operation Walkies?

As you see him.

Is there a door at home?

Yep, the back door.

We keep sending him out, but he keeps
coming straight back in.

This is Nigel Wynne -Davies. He comes
from the surveillance unit.

Hi. Pleased to meet you.

The homing device is on his collar.

All we can do now is wait.

I was just saying to your colleague,
Jackie, that we can now keep the

line so precise that we can track the
bug to within a few feet from five miles

away. Oh, Henry, you numbs...

I can't believe it.

Usually it's vehicles with large amounts
of money or high -risk prisoners one

has to monitor.

So this comes as quite a challenge.

Michael, you, eh, you don't fancy giving
me a few hours' break, eh? Oh, sorry.

Gemma's waiting for me at home. Going to
the Riverside Club?

Oh, well.

Have an exciting evening.

Right, come on, you.

Back garden.

Come on, Davis, miss it.

Yes! Right, go on.

Off you go.

Hi, it's

me.

Gemma?

It was very good of you to invite me.

Cheers. Cheers.

I wouldn't like you to write your book
and get the facts wrong.

Jim headed every major murder inquiry in
Glasgow in the last eight years.

I wouldn't say every one, Jean.

It only seems like that.

I've got a lot of questions to ask you.

Well, I'd like to get two things
straight.

First, it was me that told Dr Andrews
that John Framston was murdered.

He was hit in the head. The shotgun put
in his mouth and fired. He could feel

the head injuries.

He could look like suicide.

Almost the perfect murder.

And the other?

Who you been told discovered the contact
lens in the Bowman case?

Superintendent McVitie tried to take the
credit for it, but of course it was

Mike. Mike?

Yes. He'd only joined us that time. He
was just a DC.

Jim realised the significance of that
contact lens.

The bowman left it in one of his
victim's houses. She found it. She put

thinking it was hers. Of course, she
couldn't see.

Mike was a very small cog in that
investigation.

You know, I think this evening is going
to be very informative.

I think you should tell Gemma about the
dismembered drug dealer's case.

After dinner.

Plenty of time.

Who's all this for?

Battle Maitland, Mother. Taking me to
the premiere of his new film.

What's he like off the screen?

A little unreal, but rather nice,
really, when you get to know him. Well,

looks anything like he did as the
wonderful Cavalier and the Broken Sword,

can't help envying you.

I think he does.

Except, of course, for the horse and the
four bottom wigs. I hope I'm going to

meet him. Is he picking you up here?

Oh, I'm sorry, Mother. No, we're meeting
Uncle Joshua. He wants to see the

picture gallery. Oh, that's too bad.

Enjoy yourself, dear.

Good night, Mother. Good night.

Oh, I forgot to tell you. Chapel's ran
out.

What about?

Somebody telephoned them about tuning in
to Joshua's piano.

Hello.

Who's calling?

It's for you.

Look, call Ginger.

Ginger?

Hmm. I remember.

She was my first client.

Hurry up, you're going to have fun, Bob.

He was quite nice.

Hello, Ginger.

Ginger Gingerbread

Can you give me the number of Maryhill
Police Station, please?

I'm sorry, Chief Inspector Taggart's
gone home. I could let you speak to

officer.

Gott?

He's not at this station.

Okay.

But it's got to be something to do with
a chap called Philip Chalmers. We've

gone missing.

Jack McVitie.

Oh, hello. My name is Jenny McCluskey. I
was interviewed yesterday by Chief

Inspector Taggart, and he asked me if
gingerbread men meant anything.

Well, I suddenly remembered it's not
gingerbread men, but...

Is that a fantastic evening?

Sorry.

But when your boss said he'd talk to me,
I couldn't give up the chance.

What changed his mind?

I think he wanted to correct a few
facts.

What facts?

Just little things, you know.

I don't know.

Like who it was who discovered the
contact lens clue in the Bowman case?

Told you all about it. Mike, I've
interviewed dozens of officers.

They all have selective memories.

Yours was just a little more selective
than most.

I suppose he took the credit for
everything, eh? Not everything.

He said you were a very good foot
soldier to his intuitive command.

I said what?

I'm winding up.

He told me about the Balfour kidnapping
case.

The dismembered drug dealer.

That might be important.

Chardon?

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir, I'll be there right away.

I wasn't in bed.

Not yet.

Bye -bye.

You'd better go.

Don't worry.

I've got a couple of hours of work. Then
I'm going to hit the hay.

Bill, don't wake me up when you come in.

She was slashed with an open razor five
times.

Could it be the same weapon that was
used in Tombara?

Could be the same weapon.

Almost certainly it was the same hand.

The cuts are identical.

Same depth, same length.

Who was she phoning? Do we know?

She phoned me, Jim. She wanted to speak
to you, but she'd gone home.

What did she want?

She said she had some information about
gingerbread.

Mounted over a recipe?

Now, that's new.

Did she say what information?

No.

Something about the disappearance of
Philip Chalmers.

And she said, not gingerbread man.

Not?

What did she mean?

She didn't have the chance to tell me.

Thank you.

You lot.

Can't a girl get some sleep?

Your flatmate's getting plenty.

Down in the mortuary.

Oh, no.

Can we come in?

What happened?

Did she go and meet a client tonight?

It was someone she knew.

She was aware of the risks, but she knew
the guy. Who was he?

Somebody called Ginger.

Wouldn't it be his real name?

Do you know him? I said she knew him,
that's all.

There's a fair chance that this ginger
sliced her open with a razor.

And you'd know how that feels, don't
you, Anne?

Do you want to see the rest, eh?

No, you wouldn't, would you?

Nobody does.

Who did it to you?

How the hell should I know?

I don't even remember what he said his
name was.

I was drunk, stupid, 17.

They pumped so much blood into me, none
of it's my own.

Jenny phoned her tonight.

Said she'd some information about
gingerbread men.

Do you know anything about that?

She said something as she went out.

Ginger something.

I thought it had to do with her client.

Bye -bye, bye -bye. Good night, good
night.

Find Gemma a very nice girl.

Very intelligent.

Well, Michael seems taken with her.

I, uh... Thought you overdid your part
in some of the cases.

It's only a book.

A book that you consider unhealthy.

That people only buy for a thrill, not
because they're genuinely interested in

detective work.

Did I say all that?

Word for word.

It's amazing how a pretty young thing
like Gemma can change your mind.

Hi, how you doing?

Where have you been?

They got some prints off of that hand.

It's Philip Chalmers. The biscuit wants
it.

But you were not.

Sorry, sir.

Three priorities.

We find the rest of Philip Chalmers.
We're waiting for the dog to do that,

We find this ginger, and we learn what
Jenny was trying to say.

There's got to be a load of red -headed
people called Ginger.

He must have been with other prostitutes
in Glasgow.

We might find him through that.

What does she mean, not a gingerbread
man?

Well, all I know, sir, is Tom Barrow was
killed because he found out something

about Philip Chalmers' murder.

And Jenny was murdered for the same
reason.

What about my role then, eh? Oh,
Blackie, no, no, no, no, no. Beg, beg,

it, beg.

Sit nice now. No, no, no. I wish you'd
stop feeding him.

I mean, we want him to wander off.

If you keep feeding him, we could be
here till Christmas.

You're saying starve him?

Starve my dog?

Well, just for today, please.

You that, Blackie?

Strathclyde police don't want you to
have any breakfast.

It's a known fact that dogs can survive
up to two months without any food.

It's a known fact if I'm stuck here with
you too much longer, I'll go to the

bear.

We compared the prints we found in the
house.

There were enough points of similarity
to convince us.

Where's the rest of him?

We're hoping to find out soon.

He didn't deserve this.

There's been another murder, Elsa.

A prostitute was murdered.

By the same person who murdered the
private detective that you hired.

What?

Did Philip have any connection with
prostitutes?

Did he, Elsa?

Could you leave us alone?

That won't be necessary.

Philip referred to them as...

Escort.

I found a list of names and telephone
numbers in his briefcase.

Edinburgh.

Glasgow.

London. You still got it?

I burnt it.

How long ago was that?

About two years or so ago.

You've known about this for two years?

I couldn't satisfy him, so... Why didn't
you tell us 11 days ago?

Call it pride.

Pride?

You told Tom Burrow, didn't you?

I had to.

Why didn't you tell us?

Because... Because you didn't want me to
find out.

How could I?

What sort of wife would you have thought
I was to let a husband go with... Your

pride.

It's cost us 11 days.

It was understandable.

Understandable?

I've got two corpses lying in the city
morgue.

I don't doubt that for your pride.

No, no, no. Any red ball he wants,
right? It's that in any pocket, right?

then he gets a colour. Any colour he
wants, right? It depends on the colour.

He's a good boy, eh? A lordy.

Do you want some of this?

No, don't do that.

I'm trying to starve him.

Sorry.

Come here, I've something to show you.

Michael, it's beautiful.

I'm going to ask her tonight.

Don't tell anyone.

You're supposed to ask her then go and
buy the ring.

I thought it would be more romantic this
way.

Michael, you have only known her for a
week and a half.

I've known her for 16 years.

Yeah, but you know what I mean. It's
like we've never been apart.

Have you seen the dog?

Yeah, he was in there.

He's not now.

He didn't pass us in here.

I can't believe you could let this
happen.

When he was lying there, quite the
thing.

She could have saved Doc a lot of time.

I'll handle the escort agencies and
massage parlors they send.

I didn't think they had these things in
Edinburgh.

They call them VIP services here.

They would.

Blackie?

Blackie?

He's gone.

He's around.

He's not.

This time, he's gone.

Looks like he's heading north -northwest
across the garden.

Being a dog, he won't necessarily travel
by the road.

Should perhaps do a degree in animal
behaviour?

Nick turning on your right, and then
there's one immediately left, that's

Lane. That should be about as roughly
near where he is.

Hang on, he's changing direction.

We should have brought the helicopter.

Now you tell me.

That's your logs.

Thank you, Joe.

Got a chance for a cup of tea?

Expecting visitors?

Just the children.

What about your own?

Ah, they never come.

Wish I had a man like you, Betty.

Saw that kid the other day.

Simon.

Seems you shut the door on him.

Became uninvited.

Don't you like visitors?

I don't get that many.

You get plenty.

I've seen them.

Talk about your family.

Yes.

That's who they are.

You see?

Your family do come and visit you.

He's heading towards the river.

Let's hope he can't swim.

Where's the bridge?

He's getting faint.

He must be moving fast.

There's a page missing.

There's a bloody page missing.

That's a photograph of Philip Chalmers.

Probably didn't use his own name.

Can Mrs Chalmers remember any of the
names on her husband's list?

No. She's blocked it out.

I can't say I blame her.

I've got a list of all the massage
parlours and escorts that advertise in

newspapers.

Also, there's all the 0898 numbers that
masquerade as dating services.

It was much simpler in my time.

Hey, by the way, Gemma's a nice girl.

Yeah.

Glad you had a really nice evening.

You haven't got anything else on your
mind, have you?

Like that ring in your pocket?

How did you know?

You were in such a fuss during the
Biscuits office, you left the receipt on

desk.

Congratulations.

Cheers.

I haven't even asked him yet.

Well, wait until you've got this job
done. We've wasted enough time.

Hey, stop.

I'll pull in here.

We'll check him out.

Well, come on.

You don't want to alert him, do you?

He's a dog, not a terrorist.

I think he's in love.

It's someone else I know.

So Operation Walkies wasn't one of your
biggest successes then?

Give me criminals any day, dogs, forget
it.

Welcome back to the real world.

This is the real world.

After you.

No, after you.

Three, so far.

Got to go, Captain.

Leave.

Don't worry, we're not advised to go.

No skin off my nose if you were. There's
no vice here.

We were investigating the disappearance
of two men.

There's one of them.

Philip Chalmers.

He wouldn't have used that name.

He doesn't come here. I told that to the
other detective.

What detective?

He was a private detective.

Was his name Burrell?

Something like that.

Can you remember when he came in?

About...

Ten days ago?

He was murdered about ten days ago.

I read something about it.

And you didn't think to come forward?

I've got a business to run.

So have we.

We're also looking for a man who may
have called himself Ginger.

Ginger Hare?

Could have.

Don't know anybody with that name or
description.

This Ginger might have been involved in
the murder of a prostitute last night.

They shouldn't be on the streets, love,
should they?

I'll just be out to the cottage and the
old woman says he's not been there.

I'll be telling the police.

Sure, he'll be all right, you know.

He's a sensible boy.

Things still happen to sensible boys.
Especially with the number of wicked

people out there.

Simon wouldn't go off with any
strangers.

Sometimes it's not the strangers you
have to worry about.

Two more massage joints, then it's up to
the sophisticated end. I can hardly

wait.

Yes, 23.

Oh, that's Carol.

041, 248, 4418.

Yes, 83.

Oh, that's Lucinda. She's a cracker.

041, 332.

3351.

Yes.

Oh,

my pleasure. Thank you for calling
Strathclyde Datelines Escort Express.

Call again.

Perfect, Jordan.

Long time no see.

Hello, Jack.

I'm glad to be finding you at this game.

Do you see Reed?

Yeah, Billy's line used to be porny
videos.

This will be the sophisticated end,
then.

This is legitimate.

Very respectable.

Dateline services for the shy and
lonely.

Yeah, who pay 50 pence a minute to
listen to a recorded message?

We listened.

Until her money ran out.

That's peak rate.

Peak daylight robbery.

Tell her communications, it's big
business.

Where the money is.

This is a murder inquiry, Billy.

Not guilty.

Client called Ginger.

Ring any bells?

I get hundreds of calls, Mr Jarden.

Mainly Jimmy's.

They give me reference numbers of the
girls that they hear on the tape.

I supply the phone numbers.

That's all.

So you'd remember a ginger, then?

Aye. I remember a ginger.

A couple of hours ago.

A couple of hours?

He rang up, looking for the number of a
girl called Tina.

She's Afro -Asian.

Full name and address.

Now!

You know, look at your boss's manners.

Right, Michael, I'm leaving now.

Ginger's going to your flat in
Annasrink.

How do you know it's the same Ginger? I
don't.

By the way, Michael's getting a guest
tonight.

To Gemma?

Already? Very romantic, isn't it?

Well, I hope he's more romantic about it
than you were.

You mean I wasn't? You proposed to me in
a butt shelter.

It was raining, wasn't it?

Simon, where have you been?

Do you know what time it is? We worry
about you. We don't. Simon, we worry

you as though we were your family.

And while you live here, young man, we
are your family. You're not my father.

And you come home at a reasonable time.

Simon, Simon, Simon.

Your name Ginger?

Uh -huh.

Did you arrange to meet a lassie called
Jenny last night?

Yes. We're arresting you on suspicion of
murder.

Now, you don't have to say anything, but
anything you do say may be used in

evidence. Take him to the car, Michael.

Right. Let's start again.

I'm telling you, she didn't turn up.

I waited half an hour, and then I left.

Look, I've got a... You just waited?

Yes.

You didn't think to phone her to find
out what happened to her?

No. Why not? You had her phone number. I
just didn't. There was a phone box

about 50 yards away, round the corner.

Could have gone there to phone her.

I didn't.

Is there any reason why you don't want
to put yourself anywhere near that phone

box? I just left. I told you how many
times.

If I get home too late, my wife asks
questions.

You're in for a rough night, then.

I didn't meet her.

Somebody did, Ginger.

She went to use that phone on somebody's
daughter.

Gingerbread.

Does that mean anything to you?

What? That isn't a nickname that your
friends use.

They call me Ginger, that's bad enough.

Look, can I do a deal with you?

Ah, we don't do deals.

I'll answer any questions you want,
just... Let me go home to my family so

don't ask questions tonight, and then
I'll come back in the morning.

Sorry, Ginger.

It's just the way it goes sometimes.

Take it he's not our man, sir?

We've not finished with him yet.

Well, a guilty man would have denied
knowing her. He admitted going to meet

straight away.

You're so smart.

You go and question him.

Anything on Ginger?

His real name is Ernest Collins, sir.
He's as bewildered as we are.

You may as well go home.

Oh, yes.

We'll be in the morning, Michael. All
right.

Oh, good luck with that.

Yeah, yeah.

Is there something I don't know?

Hi. Hi.

How's it going?

Do you want to read it?

It's a black pudding shop murder. I've
titled it Choice Cuts from the Meat Man.

Yeah, Lisa.

I'm working on the Balfour kidnappings
now.

I got a letter from Michael Balfour in
Peterhead Prison. He said he'll meet

me and tell me his side of it, which
should be exciting.

Let me ask you something.

Just let me finish this sentence.

Right.

What is this?

It's an engagement ring.

I mean, we can take it back if it
doesn't fit.

I really should have asked you first.

Mike. It's a wee bit more expensive than
the one I gave you 16 years ago.

Mike. Do you want to think about it?

There's something I have to tell you.

What?

I'm already engaged, Mike.

His name's Derek.

He's a journalist in London.

I've known him for about five years.

I would have told you earlier. You moved
in with me?

Temporarily. We agreed.

You even slept with me.

I know I did.

How can you be engaged?

Because Derek and I agreed to a trial
separation for three months so we could

sure. And then you... Could be sure?

Could be sure of what?

That we were right for each other in
marriage.

I would have told you before... You
would have told me?

Yeah, you would have told me. I didn't
think you'd do something like this.

You've been using me for your stories.

No, not just for... No!

No, I haven't!

I like you, Mike. Mike, I like you. I
love you. You're my oldest friend.

You have a trial separation.

And you sleep with me to convince
yourself it's him you really want.

It wasn't like that. Well, what was it
like then?

You made the running.

You're the one that fluttered with me.

Made me think we could pick up where we
left off.

like we had in the past. I didn't think
you'd take it seriously.

Just go.

Get your stuff together and beat it.

There's no need for that. There's every
need for it!

Because I took it seriously.

In my stupid innocence.

You weren't stupid.

I was.

No, there's nothing.

Simon. Is it the wrong time, Simon?

I don't want to go back.

Well, you're going to have to. Please,
Mike.

I told them I'd take you back in the
morning.

And they're going.

Why was it the wrong time tonight?

It's been a long day, Simon.

I saw Gemma downstairs.

She'd been crying too.

You know, one day your powers of
detection are going to get you into deep

trouble.

Have you split up?

Yeah.

She was nice.

Yeah, she was.

You'll get over it.

Oh, yeah.

And you'd know all about that, eh?

Mike, do you think I could have saved my
dad the night he got killed?

You got your wee sister out of the
house.

I mean, that was quick thinking.

Just wondered.

I think you're more than just wondered.

I think it's been on your mind a lot.

I miss him.

Don't let anyone mock you for reading
fairy tales, Simon.

Sometimes we need them.

Betty! Betty!

First thing you're going to do is go
round to Mrs.

Duncan's and apologize.

She's mad.

You can't betray someone you trust.

By breaking into their house and
snooping around when they're not there.

Need a search warrant for that kind of
thing.

She's got somebody else up there.

So have millions of people.

Give me one reason why you think she's
involved in your father's death.

Dad took her there on a nature walk
before he died.

You're going to need a lot more evidence
than that.

I can't go back.

She says I always had to ring first.

Tell you what we'll do.

I'll ring her first.

Prepare the gown for you. How about
that?

Hello, you've come with Greg, aren't
you? Hi, I want to see the kitchen.

Thanks very much.

Good morning, Simon.

Well now, young man.

We're going to have to find a way of
preventing these little escapades.

Here he comes.

For he's a jolly good man, oh, for he's
a jolly good man, oh, for he's a jolly

good man, oh.

Well?

Well, what?

A congratulations or not?

No, no, no.

Turned you down, did she?

I found three in Edinburgh who knew
Philip Chalmers. Two worked for a

parlour in Coburn Street.

The third is altogether more
interesting.

A Miss Rebecca Wilton, part -time city
tour guide, part -time escort.

That's some tear.

She got into it as a kind of dare.

Met Philip through an agency.

He used to take her to the theatre, away
for weekends.

Risky profession to take up as a dare.

We're talking special services.

He got a special service here in
Glasgow.

And we're still no nearer finding out
where or who by.

That's the cue to go back to work, I
think.

Maybe you only saw one person in Glasgow
South.

So what is it we're looking for?

A crazy female with a razor?

Or a jealous boyfriend with one?

Look for both.

Do me a favour, eh?

Don't say you told me so.

Well, they'd warn you, Michael.

Look, can I give you some advice?

Forget her.

How can I?

You know, if a guy did that to me, I'd
kill him.

No, you wouldn't.

Something would hold you back.

Like it held me back last night.

I mean, how could anybody be so callous?

So deceitful?

She wasn't once.

Mike, are you not still hoping she'll...
No.

I just want to close this thing.

And I'm thinking rationally, which I
wasn't doing last night.

Listen, there's a phone box up ahead.

Mind pulling in?

Look, Michael, you're not going to...
Look, don't worry about it.

I'm not going to be long.

She's probably at her mother's.

I just want to say a few better chosen
words, that's all.

Yeah, I can think of some.

Hi, Mrs Normanton.

It's Michael Jarden at Gemma there.

She never came home last night.

Yeah, I'm going to have to go, Mrs
Normanton. Yeah, I'm sorry, bye -bye.

Quick, get back to base.

That's what Jenny was trying to tell us.

It's not gingerbread men. It's
gingerbread girls.

Well, that adds up. I mean, the guilty
phone calls home telling their wives

love them.

Michael, make the phone call. Kid on
you're a punter.

Supposing she asks me what I'm into?

Well, just don't say the missionary
position.

The same number.

What? I've just sent Simon back there.

Right then, off you go and apologize.

You're not coming in with me?

No, I am not.

I've got a children's party in half an
hour.

Balloon magic and ventriloquism.

Anyway, you won't need me.

Off you go.

Simon, we all have to grow up and fight
our own battles.

Go on.

Mrs. Duncan!

Duncan!

Everything. If you hadn't invited him...
It's gone too far, Anne. Shut up while

you're trying to think.

You're not going to hurt the boy.

Oh, that's right. Protect him like you
protected us. Don't, Anne. Why don't you

tell him the truth? Tell Simon what you
were. Why we all get taken away from

you. That's enough.

That nice old lady fixed me up with a
client that did this. Well, now she's

paying along with the rest of them. Shut
up!

We were just kids. What chance did we
have?

You get the money to feed you to buy
clothes.

Haven't you punished me enough, Anne? We
were children, Mum.

Let him out of there, Anne.

No!

Who else have you told?

Who else?

Who else knows you're here?

Who is that in the van?

You're going to tell me.

I was right, wasn't I?

Yeah.

Yeah, you were.

He deserves the credit for this one.

I found the card.

I mean, before.

He had all the information from Simon.

His dad was watching this place. That's
why he brought the kids up here.

How could any of us have known that?

You should have spent more time
listening to him.

Less time pursuing your love life.

You really know how to make me feel
great, sir.

Don't you think you're a bit hard on
him?

Michael!

Life isn't always a fairytale.

And so having passed through grief and
sorrow they were at last free and lived

out their life in joy and happiness.

you take your share of the good times
and bad

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