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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.

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

Sampson, and the near cremation of the father with that drug, succinyl

inside him. 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 refuse 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 the red Screwed back for the blue Once a 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.

Quill, do you know who that is?

Not yet.

Mr. Jobson was just saying that his dog's in the 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.

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 column.

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.

You always dress like that when you're here.

Punters love it.

By the way, your pee -pee spot's smudged.

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

Our sweet tooth 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.

Hello.

I'm Jenny.

Jenny and I?

She's Jenny.

We're from Media Hill Police Station.

Thought you were for somewhere.

Were you in the company of this man on Tuesday night?

That's them.

Right, girls, if you'd like to accompany her down to the police station. Why?

Because he's disappeared.

Another night, business ruled.

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 man mean anything to you? Or just the gingerbread?

No.

So he paid you just to sit in the car?

And he choked, Claire.

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.

But 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 numbskull!

I can't believe it. Usually it's vehicles with large amounts of money or

-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. Go into the Riverside Club.

Oh, well.

Have an exciting evening.

Right, come on, you.

Back garden.

Come on, Davis, myth 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 lost 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 weights.

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.

Why have you got the telechapels ran out?

What about?

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

Hello?

Who's calling?

It's for you. A bloke called Ginger.

Ginger?

I remember.

He was my first client.

Hurry up, he's in the phone box.

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...

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 you took the credit for everything, eh? Not everything.

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

He said what?

I'm winding you 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 about me.

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.

It's 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?

He 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 us 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.

I found 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 a lot?

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 and easy. 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 seem to starve him.

Starve my dog?

Well, just for today, please.

You that, Blackie?

It's just like 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 spare.

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... But 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 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? Like 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'd 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.

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.

No, you tell me.

Ready?

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't 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, customer.

Please.

Don't worry, we're not a vice squad.

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

I'll have to ring 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, 26.

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.

Glad to be finding you at this game.

Do you see Reed?

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

This'll 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 Anneslink.

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 buff 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 about you as though we were your

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

family. 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 keep telling you, she didn't turn up.

I waited half an hour, and then I left.

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

Yeah.

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 see you 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 with 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 don't know how.

Go on.

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.

Golden will take you back in the morning, and you'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 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.

Ready? First thing you're going to do is go round

to Mrs. Duncan's and apologise.

She's mad.

You can't betray someone you trust by breaking into their house and snooping

around when they're not there.

You 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 us 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 ground for you. How about that?

It's in 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 it 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 at Glasgow Suckle.

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?

I would say you told me so.

Well, did warn you, Michael?

Look, can I give you some advice?

Forget her.

How can I?

Do 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, will you not tell Hope and show?

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. Let's see.

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. When a guilty phone calls home telling their wives they love

them.

Michael, make a phone call.

Kid on you're a punter.

Supposing she asks me what I'm into?

Well, just don't say the missionary permission.

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.

Having passed through grief and sorrow, they were at last free and lived out

their lives in joy and happiness.

you take your share of the good times and bad