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Here we are.

Last chance to settle for a pizza and a quiet night in front of the telly. No,

I'm looking forward to it.

I'm just a bit nervous about dinner with all those policemen, that's all.

Just think what it's like working with them every day.

Hi, that oil's not hot enough, it could just be beginning to smoke.

Supposed to chop the parsley, no, you finger.

We'll get a bloody move on.

Thank you.

Hi, Michael.

Hi. Who's Elaine?

How do you think I know this? Oh, this is Councillor Jackson and his wife,

Veronica. Hiya.

They're going to be sitting at the top table.

OK. We'll be organised, hopefully.

Chief Inspector Jarden? Yes.

Marcia Erskine.

I run the hotel with my husband, Jay.

That's him over there in the tartan jacket.

Just checking everything's ready.

Wouldn't want to let Dan Strathclyde see ID.

So you're the lady we'll be apologising to tomorrow, eh? Enjoy yourselves.

Your reputation's safe with us.

Thank you.

Phil, here's to a memorable evening.

Yeah, I'm sure it'll be that.

Come on, yeah, just finish the garnish, will you? I'm trying to make it look

presentable.

Thank you, Mr. Mudd.

I have done this before.

Gee!

Mr. Taker?

It's nice to see you again.

Would you like a drink?

Sorry, too much done.

Come on, come on.

You busy tonight, Jordan?

Yeah, I know, but you can table anyway, eh?

Good man.

This is a wind -up.

What is?

Jarden was signing us the night duty while everybody else was off enjoying

themselves.

What do you like anyway?

Who?

Jarden's bud.

Elaine?

She's a stunner.

Clever too.

Computer consultant.

She's a friend of Jackie's.

That's how they met.

Right, come on, no spent time around here. You can buy me a drink.

What? In the pub?

I wasn't thinking of a trip to the office, Stuart.

So has Michael warned you about the cabaret?

Don't tell me you've hired a bunch of stoners.

It's more of a comedy act, I believe.

It's supposed to be quite good.

They're called the Sweet Muffins.

Yeah, enough said.

The Sweet Muffins.

If everyone's here, Chief Inspector, we're just about ready for dinner.

Hello, Elaine.

How are you?

Fine, thanks.

I'm here with Michael.

Have you said hello to Jay? I know he'd love to see you.

I saw him a moment ago, but they look busy.

I did some work here last year, setting up the hotel's computer system.

Come on, there's a salmon here. I know they don't look hungry, but I assure you

they are. Right, what's that?

Yes!

There is that.

Yes, where are you?

I kept looking for you, but I never found you.

Ladies and gentlemen, if you'd like to take your seats, dinner is served.

Yes, I tell you, son, you're in right soup now, my boy. I want to be table

and get a little hot.

Is that one of you, Jay?

No, this person isn't. Who is he?

as this year's host.

On behalf of the officers of Maryhill CID, I'd just like to welcome you all,

esteemed colleagues and guests, to this, the annual Strathclyde CID dinner.

Some may meet, but can't eat.

Some may name, but want it.

We may meet, and we can eat.

So may the Lord be thanking.

30.

Mr. Erskine, I need to talk to you.

That looks good.

I'm absolutely famished.

I don't think this is mine.

I'll get you this. Oh, could I have some more sauce, please?

Please? Sauce?

Yes, some more sauce.

Here we are, sir.

Could I have some more red wine?

How about you, Elaine?

I'm fine, thanks.

Thank you.

Sorry about that, though. We've a lot of temporary staffing at the moment.

Probably don't understand your accent.

Something wrong?

No, it's fine.

I'll get you something else.

No, don't bother.

Listen, I'm the host tonight.

Ain't one of my guests going hungry?

Excuse me.

Have you seen Mr and Mrs Erskine? I need to order another meal. No, no, it's all

right. I really don't want anything else.

Could I borrow your keys, Michael? I've got a bit of a headache and my handbag's

in the car.

Sure.

Elaine,

do you want me to come with you?

No, I'm fine, thanks.

Mr. Mackey's been screaming for you these past 20 minutes.

I, um... If you want to keep your job, I suggest you get straight back to the

kitchen. Mrs. Erskine, I need to talk.

It's about Mr.

Erskine. He not... No.

Elaine!

The dinner certainly seems to be going well.

Like the boyfriend, by the way. Who knew?

Yeah, it'll be going out a couple of months now.

Marsha, ask him.

Which one?

OK, I'll check on it.

Sorry, I've got to go.

Someone's opened a fire door and triggered the alarm at reception.

Probably one of you lot desperate for fresh air.

Now, the moment you've been waiting for. On the way from East Kilbride.

Put your hands together, ladies.

Welcome on the stage.

Here we go.

I think I should apologise in advance.

Looking at those, you see, they spoke to me like...

Not exactly gladiators, are

they?

I didn't know, bud.

When I saw him just now, it was weird.

He looked straight through me.

I tell you, there's something funny going on.

What's this?

In case you'd forgotten, darling, you don't work here anymore.

I... I had to see Peter.

No, in my time.

And you, get back to your work.

Wonder who Elaine's got here.

Missing all the fun.

Perhaps I should go and make sure she's all right. No, you go and enjoy the

thrill. I'll go.

I don't pay you to think. I pay you to do it.

Get rid of this. Oh, yeah, come on. Sort yourself out.

Please,

get up.

Mr. Erskine.

Mrs. Erskine, you haven't seen Elaine, have you? About 15 minutes ago. Why?

I appear to have lost her.

Mrs. Erskine.

What is it? Outside.

I think he died.

Cherry?

No way.

You reckon?

Come on, sir.

You're no Stephen Hendry.

Tell you what, Stuart.

I'm out of the shop.

Drinks are on you for the rest of the night.

And if you miss?

I'm left alone with me.

On you go, then.

I'll have another pint, sir.

Sorry, Stuart.

Go, go.

Suspicious death at the Crawford Hotel.

Isn't that weird? Exactly.

If I could just have your attention for one minute.

It appears there's been a serious incident in the hotel.

And someone has been injured.

Oh, Jackie, what kind of... I don't think I've ever asked you. The body's

way, sir.

Excellent.

And yes, the bathroom remained open.

Is there somewhere where I should talk to this guy with an inhaling distance of

most of Glasgow's CID? Well, the music was pretty loud, you know.

Well, he's been strangled, of course.

Look at your marks of beauty.

You pay attention.

Cool night.

Temperature of the body, I'd say not so very long ago.

Probably while the party was in full swing.

There you are.

Locked up, Fraser.

Hi, Stuart.

Talk about the name for your supper.

Right, Chris, you're judging by the length of the guest list.

I've just got to the room, Jackie.

Sorry?

Friend is waiting.

Why, what did you think?

Right, we need to find out the last time Jay Erskine was seen alive and by whom.

I suggest you leave his guest number on and pull him out a few at a time.

That's assuming that they can still stir.

Where were you earlier? I got that caught up.

What's going on?

Jay Erskine's been murdered.

What?

You all right?

Yeah, it's just... I can't believe it.

Well, how did it... I mean, how was he murdered?

Look, why don't you go back to the dining room?

I'll see you later.

Erskine was seen in the kitchen corridor just before dinner got underway.

And Jackie saw him a few minutes later.

He got into the lift near the ladies' cloakroom. I remember him in the tartan

jacket.

Nobody missed a thing. I'm again after that until Peter, the assistant chef,

found him outside.

What about the staff?

Anyone with a personal grudge?

Not that we know of.

What about the people during dinner?

They left the dining room.

Judging by the amount of alcohol consumed tonight, that must be most of

Wait a minute.

Are we saying that every member of Strathclyde CID here tonight is a

suspect? And the guests that are staying at the hotel.

Well, that narrows it down to about 200.

Should have it cracked by dawn.

And you were the one who found him?

Must have been quite a shock.

To begin with.

But then it's like everything, isn't it?

Better him than me.

Why do I get the feeling you're not exactly cut up about Mr Erskine's death?

I'm not sorry, if that's what you mean.

He was bad news for the staff, especially the girls.

He used his position to... To take advantage.

All the staff were asked to go to the line.

Maybe you didn't hear.

Life goes on.

We're investigating a murder.

Last time I saw Jay was just before dinner.

He was in that corridor over there.

As I came in, he went past.

He didn't speak.

I find it works better that way.

But he's your boss?

Well, just because he married the owner.

Marsha Erson?

Aye.

Jay was my kitchen porter one day and God Almighty the next.

Still. She's over 21, eh?

What about your assistant chef, Peter Yip?

Was he here all the time?

No, he went missing for part of the evening.

Any idea where he could have been?

Well, I can guess.

He was probably pestering Jay for a pay rise.

Ironic, really.

What is?

Well, him pestering Jay.

Why don't you ask Yip about Jay and his pretty little girlfriend, Kerry Chan?

You haven't seen the lady that was sitting upstairs?

No, I'm sorry, sir.

I know the fuss. I didn't notice.

Sorry. Thanks.

Fraser, have you seen Elaine?

She's not here now, ma 'am. We were heading towards the reception a few

ago.

She said to say goodnight.

So, you're a... Keep the please. I feel to finish your dress and make it look

good.

Thank you very much.

And did you see which way she went?

She got into one of the cabs waiting outside.

You've only just missed her.

Elaine? Ah, she decided to take a cab.

Interesting night, eh?

Not the one I had planned, I'm sure.

Come on, Enzo's is still open, I'll treat you to a hot chocolate.

Chocolate? The best offer you'll get tonight.

No thanks, I'll, uh, eat tomorrow.

Somebody making hot chocolate?

See, I would have said a single malt was more useful.

Well, they make that really sweet place just around the corner.

Elaine, it's me. Can I come up?

Not tonight, Michael.

I was wondering where you got to.

Look, I'm tired. I just want to go to my bed.

Can I not come up and talk first?

Have you seen the paper, sir?

It's a beauty.

Blue murder at CID sex romp. Top cops caught with pants down.

Morning, sir.

Morning.

You got nothing better to do than read the papers, Fraser?

Jack in yet?

No, I haven't, you know.

What's up with him?

Not that he's too keen on the newspapers having a field day at his expense.

At the round -off last night, this bird showed him the red card.

Jackie told me.

Told you what?

Morning, Jackie.

Nice of you to join us.

DCI's been asking for you.

You must have been in early.

Couldn't sleep.

Something bothering you?

Peter Yip's girlfriend.

Kerry Chan.

What about her?

Well, she was at the hotel last night, but she wasn't among those that we

interviewed.

Maybe she saw something.

Is that all that's bothering you?

Before Elaine left the hotel last night, did you see anything?

Not to me.

Why?

It's probably nothing.

I'll give her a call.

Right. Better get on.

Yeah?

Why did you call so early?

Look, Michael, I'm sorry about last night. I don't know what was wrong with

It doesn't matter now.

Can I see you later on?

I'd actually like to see Jackie this evening.

Why don't you call tomorrow and we'll organise something, eh?

OK, fine.

See you tomorrow, then.

Bye.

Bye.

Last night was certainly one of the more memorable CID dinners.

Not exactly what you call a good night out.

Oh, excuse me.

Dear.

Hiya.

So,

what happened to you last night?

Look, I need to see you.

How about this evening?

Fine. Oh, if Michael asks, could you say that this was an arrangement we made a

while ago?

I'll explain this evening.

He was a normal, healthy male, early 30s. There is signs of kidney stiffness.

He should worry now.

Cause of death, Dr.

Anglican? Some smooth sort of strap wound around the throat with a crushing

motion. But cutting off the airway was not the cause of death.

What was?

Severe constriction of the carotid arteries.

Cuts off the supply of blood to the brain much quicker than choking.

The victim usually falls unconscious within 45 seconds and death follows very

soon thereafter.

So no chance to cry out then?

Not if a windpipe's been crushed at the same time, no.

No, it would have been over just like that.

Anything else?

He was probably attacked from behind.

These small, subdual hematomas suggest pinching where the ligature fastens.

This is where it was pulled tight and with considerable force, too.

You think we're looking at a male attacker?

It's a reasonable assumption.

The victim's fairly tall.

So what about the murder weapon, then?

Well, the marks suggest a fastening about a centimetre wide with straight

and corners.

Like a small buckle?

Yes. So was it a belt?

Well, if it was, you can rule out leather, cloth, canvas.

There are no fibres, no contact traces, no imprint patterns.

No, probably a...

Made of metal or plastic.

Hmm.

Quite unusual.

Are they all here?

Eight, still missing.

Including Peter Yip.

He was the one who left his post during the time of the murder.

I'll take Fraser. See if we can scare him up.

Stuart, see if you can locate his girlfriend while you're at it. Right.

OK, Jackie, show me exactly where you saw Jay Erskine last night.

This is where I was standing when I thought you could get into the lift.

Given his reputation as a ladies' man, he could have been on his way to an

assignation in the base.

Well, that would certainly explain why nobody saw him after I did.

sign out the back door.

Who was the Ross?

Peter.

How are you?

I'm looking for Peter Yip's place.

Who are you?

I'm what was Peter, did you tell?

Let's talk.

Okay, thanks.

Oh, he's not in.

You sure about that?

His girlfriend Carrie was here earlier. She knocked, but there was no reply.

Uh -huh.

What time is that about?

Maybe eight o 'clock. I told her we didn't hear him come in last night.

Do you know where I can find his girlfriend?

I think already I've said enough.

Ah, I see what you think again.

Hello.

Can I help you?

You're the manager, sir? Yes.

Mary Hill, CID.

Could I speak to Kerry Chan, please?

Thank you.

Kerry Chan?

Yes? I'm D .I. Ross with the D .C. Fraser Mary Halsey ID.

We're looking for your boyfriend.

Why?

What's happened?

Could someone take over here for a minute, please?

Thank you.

We're investigating the murder of a Crawford hotel last night.

Murder? Who?

Jay Hartigan.

We think Peter might be able to help us with our inquiry.

Do you know what he is?

Peter wouldn't have anything to do with the murder.

He's not like that.

He didn't like Mr. Erskine, did he?

Jay was ripping him off.

Paying him rock bottom wages.

Peter's a fully trained chef.

He used to work at a foster hotel way back in Hong Kong.

How did he end up at the Crawford?

I used to work there.

Jay gave him a job as a favour to me.

Peter couldn't get a British visa without one.

Do you have any problems with Mr Askin, Kenny?

Nothing I couldn't handle.

Peter just gets a bit jealous sometimes.

Something wrong, Chief Inspector?

Who was Jay Erskine when you saw him last?

He was in the corridor here by the office.

And what time was that?

Twenty -five past eight. Or maybe a bit later.

Jordan.

Ross here. There's no sign of Peter yet.

Um, he's not at his flat, and Kerry Chan seems genuinely concerned.

So she should be.

Right, now, Peter Yip's in it up to his neck.

Well, I've taken a statement from her, and she's given us a recent photograph

Yip, so I'll get some copies made and circulate to the other stations.

Fair enough.

Keep me informed.

OK, we are... Right, Marky, we're going to go.

OK, we're going to go.

Flight, weather, proceed.

Standing by, waiting for... Hey, what the... Scupper! Scupper!

There's a boat in the water, Scupper!

Fight boat!

Fight boat! Go ahead, fighting boat.

Boating in the water, G -2, 5 -star. Houston, 5.

Hello, Michael.

Jackie.

Well, according to the contents of his wallet, his name's Peter Yip.

So much for that theory.

You know him?

He's the assistant chef from the Crawford. He was the one that found Jay

Erskine's body.

We had him down his favourite for the murder.

How long has he been dead?

Oh, maybe 12 hours.

Well, well.

Seems he got the same treatment.

Same bottle, no? Oh, with the missing eyes.

That's new.

An embellishment.

I'm pretty sure he was dead before they were removed.

Oh, and another thing.

There's a fucking great lump on the back of his head.

Looks like the old blunt instrument syndrome.

So he was knocked unconscious and then strangled.

I'll let you know after the post -mortem.

Thanks, Stephen.

Two victims.

Practically the same M .O. Here's a link.

What have you got there?

Witnessed J .F.'s mother.

Recognise the attacker.

Big great opportunity for a blackmail.

Why didn't the murderer just simply kill him?

Why the business with the eyes?

Maybe it wasn't the only witness.

Could be a grisly warning to other members of staff.

Well, I wouldn't tell that to Kerry Chan when you speak to him.

Glasgow.

Thousands of miles from home.

We were going to build a new life here.

Now what am I going to do? I think it's time you started telling me the truth,

Kerry.

Look, you may as well know the only reason Jay gave Peter a job was because

slept with him.

You had an affair?

Nothing that dignified.

Whenever he felt the urge, he'd just call.

Peter was an illegal.

Jay threatened to tell immigration about him.

What else could I do?

Did Peter know?

I'm sure he suspected.

Chase, they think to taunt him.

They think to enjoy knowing there was nothing Peter could do.

Nothing? You don't still think Peter could have... I don't know what to think

now he's dead.

Tell me, Kerry.

When you went to the hotel last night, did you see anything unusual, anything

strange?

No.

Nothing that I recall.

I was only there for a few... No, wait, there was something.

Peter said he'd been looking for Jay to ask him for a pay rise.

But he did see Jay.

But he didn't manage to speak to him.

But there was something funny going on.

If Yip wasn't illegal, there must be others working there too.

Well, that would explain how Jay could get away with treating them so badly.

And if Jay was threatening to inform immigration, I mean, that gives anyone a

good enough reason for wanting to shut him up permanently.

It also explains why some of them didn't turn up today.

Anything to note, the last thing they want to do is talk to the police.

Right, back to the hotel.

Can I help you?

Yes. There was a number of foreign staff working here last night.

Uh -huh.

You haven't seen any of them today, have you?

Sorry, they haven't come in. Do you have any idea where I might be able to find

them?

No. To be honest, it's difficult to know who is working here half the time.

Seems like every week two or three new people start. Before you get a chance to

know them, they've gone.

Where did they go?

That way they came from, I suppose.

Look, mate, we were really busy last night.

Yip had bunked off once already.

That's the reason I was giving him a hard time.

The only reason.

What about afterwards?

Peter's saying things to you about what he'd seen.

No. Has it spoken to anyone else?

It wasn't that many with anybody else.

Apart from Oscar.

They were thick as thieves, always jabbering away in Chinese.

Could I speak to this Oscar?

Only if you're in touch with the spirit world.

He's dead.

One minute he's got a headache, next minute he's collapsed on the kitchen

Dr Sutherland rings as a brain haemorrhage.

Pity, actually.

Why's that?

He's a good worker.

Hello? Is anyone there?

Who are you?

So, have you seen Elaine again?

I thought about tonight.

Tonight?

Don't worry.

I called Elaine this morning.

She told me the two of you were getting together for a little chat.

Whose idea was that?

I can't remember.

Mrs Erskine. Can I help?

Could you tell me why some of your foreign staff have no national insurance

records? And why those who do are registered at what appears to be false

addresses? I'm sorry, I don't understand.

You are the owner, Mrs Erskine. Yes, but that was Jay's affair.

His responsibility.

Is there anywhere else he might have kept this information?

Jay kept most files on the computer.

Could you access them for us?

I'm sorry.

Jay was the expert.

I always meant to learn.

Elaine was always trying to teach me, but... Elaine?

She set up the system.

Spent weeks teaching Jay how to use it.

Croatia.

What brings you to sunny Glasgow?

My friend.

Say, in UK, we can make much money and study English.

The men who take us to here, they also find work in hotel.

But pay is very low.

Not enough to study.

From what I hear, money wasn't the only problem.

Sorry? Mr. Arkin.

We understand he's got a lot of interest in the girls.

When... I first arrive.

He take me to dancing.

Spend lots of money.

I think he like me.

How long did that go on?

Four months.

Maybe five.

Then what happened?

I became pregnant.

He arranged for it to be taken away.

You remember the name of the hospital?

Parklands Hospital.

And the name of the doctor?

Dr. Heatherland.

Heatherland? Yes.

A hotel doctor.

He often come here.

New staff must have medical before start work.

The police are still asking questions about last night.

What I saw, what I didn't see.

Fact is, That's all more than I'm letting on.

Oh, I think you do understand.

This isn't some foreign language I'm speaking.

You know exactly what I'm talking about.

I have to say, the pair of you pulled some trick there.

You even had me fooled for a while.

My point is this.

Now that I know what really happened, my silence is going to cost you.

You understand what I'm saying?

Strictly speaking, I couldn't answer any of your questions.

Medical confidentiality.

We do have Maria's consent, Dr. Sutherland. Sorry, Chief Inspector, I

pedantic, but actually I'm a consultant surgeon, so it's Miss Sutherland.

Whatever.

But this is still a murder inquiry.

Very well.

Yes, I conducted the procedure.

The fetus was under ten weeks.

What's the problem?

Mrs Erskine.

How much does she know?

She knew there was a baby, of course, but not the name of the father.

Good thing, really. She's always had a soft spot for Maria.

Soft spot for most of our staff when we're here.

Private health care.

Full medical check -up for new employees.

Bit excessive, isn't it?

Not when you think where some of them come from.

Right.

So Mrs. Erskine gets the personal touch.

Sorry? Someone of your seniority, Mr.

Sutherland, making personal visit to the hotel.

That's pretty unusual, isn't it?

Mrs. Erskine happens to be a good friend.

She also keeps a damn good cellar.

Now, if that's the last of your questions... How is he?

Michael?

Push it this way, I've seen him better.

Look, Helene, I know it's none of my business, but is there something wrong

between you?

Wrong?

What do you mean?

Well, it's just that Michael said that you left abruptly last night.

It just doesn't seem like you.

It was after I heard about G.

You were all busy and I was just sitting there feeling... I don't know.

Mum, I suppose.

Decided to get away.

I forgot that you knew him.

Jackie, I didn't just know Jay Erskine.

Oh, I see.

It was while I was training him to use the new computer system.

Obviously, we'd spent a lot of time together.

My advice is to tell Michael.

He can be a good listener.

Yeah.

And he also holds the world record for jumping to conclusions.

That's why you have to promise you won't say anything.

These are my favourites.

Really.

You shouldn't have bothered.

See what you can do when you put your mind to it.

Morning, Michael.

Even? In here and up the stairs.

Same killer?

Yes.

This time he left the ligature.

Look at the eyes, though.

Seems they're more important.

And he's staying of a struggle?

No.

I'd say he was taken quite by surprise.

I'm guessing, but I reckon he knew his attacker.

First inkling he had was the old knife in the hand.

The mobilizer would have made slipping the loop more easier.

It's cable tidy.

You know, such as they would have in a computer installation.

It's on a one -way ratchet, you know, one stiff tug and it's on for good.

Computer?

Yes, it gathers up the cables and tidies them away.

Ross? Uh -huh.

Did you give her name?

Right, I'm on my way over.

They were waiting outside my flat when I got home.

How many were there? Two.

They're the people who smuggled Peter here.

He still owed them $8 ,000, and now that debt's mine.

Mr. Rose, I don't have that kind of money. Okay, Kerry, just calm down.

Take a seat.

Come back again.

Call this number.

I'll get someone around right away. Okay?

Thank you.

Just one more thing.

Did they say anything about Peter?

About what happened to him?

Nothing. At first they wouldn't even believe that he was... They thought I

lying to protect him.

They didn't know he was dead?

Not until I told them.

Right, the forensic reports on Jersken.

Something on his clothing looks interesting. A combination of grease and

particles associated with the burning of fuel oil.

Nobody picked that up from... Something to do with the heating system, perhaps?

Well, let's find out, shall we?

Coming, sir?

Not this time.

Things to do.

I was wondering are you free for lunch?

I think we've just found the grease from Jay Erskine's clothes.

Jackie.

Looks like it could have happened there.

The body was then dragged through here, wiping the floor area in the process.

Who else was missing between 8 .30 and 9 .25?

We did interviews.

Everybody had a solid alibi for that time.

Everyone has set with DCI's girlfriend.

Not that she'd any reason to get involved.

Unless I'm missing something.

We'd better get the snorkels back down here.

See where else they can tell us.

Yeah.

Glad you could make it.

Drink? Yeah, whatever you're having.

Jackie said there'd been a second murder.

And a third, last night.

Mr Mackey, head chef at Crawford.

My God.

What, same curtain?

No, he leaves a kind of signature.

Signature? Sort of calling card.

Every time he uses this type of plastic, look.

First he threads it through here.

Then he flips the loop over the victim's head and yanks it tight.

Voila.

That's horrible.

Yeah, it is.

Still no idea who was responsible?

Not yet.

It would help if we find out more information about G. Erskine.

Did you know him well?

Did Erskine just climb?

Besides, it was Marsha I dealt with mainly.

Jay was computer literate.

I'll get them sent up at once. Sorry if you can't wait.

Bellabor, can you take these cases up to room 108?

The guests are waiting for them.

Bellabor? Bellabor, what's the matter?

Oh, don't just stand there. Tell reception to call Dr Sutherland.

What's up?

Didn't Marsha say that Jay was the one that handled the computer system?

Yeah. Why do you ask?

What Elaine just told me was computer illiterate.

Come on.

Where are we going?

To see Jay Erskine's brother.

Didn't know he had one.

Neither did I.

Sorry, Inspector. I don't know what else I can tell you.

We went to watch football once or twice a month.

Last time I saw him, he seemed fine.

Didn't have a care in the world.

What about his marriage?

Any problems there?

Marcia?

You must be joking. The woman was besotted with her.

I know he played away from home once in a while, but that was just him.

It didn't mean anything.

You're saying she turned a blind eye?

Well, you know the old saying, what the eye doesn't see.

So, no enemies that you can recall?

Nobody giving him a hard time?

Well, there was this one girl.

When he finished with her, she went quite loopy.

It was right fatal attraction stuff, he said.

It was threatening all kinds of things.

What was her name? It was... Yvonne, Elaine.

Elaine?

I can't remember now.

It was a while ago.

You must get fed up with all this, don't you?

Three years ago, I went down with a strep throat.

Just my luck, I'm one of the few people whose symptoms were affected by the

antibodies.

Shot both kidneys to pieces.

But you get used to it.

Just out of interest.

Where were you the night before last? Between eight and ten.

I was at Parklands Hospital having tests.

Well, Mr Thurman says I'm close to top of the transplant list now.

It's a shame you couldn't have had Jay's kidneys.

We did offer.

The wrong tissue type.

Not sure I would have had the bottle.

Well, that's how it was between us.

Jay would have done anything for me.

And me for him, too.

Selfless acts.

You sure we're talking about the same person?

I doubt it.

I'm not sure I believe all the stuff about them being incompatible, either.

They look like twins.

Well, Sutherland will be able to confirm whether he's lying.

What about this girl he mentioned?

Yvonne? Or Elaine?

Either way, it was over a year ago.

Probably nothing.

Yeah, probably.

Thanks for coming, David.

Is he going to be all right?

Probably his appendix. We won't know for sure until we've run some tests back at

the hospital.

Leave it to me. We'll look after him.

We've enough to worry about.

Not sleeping down there, I hope?

Sir, the tracks lead straight ahead.

Erkin's body was definitely taken out this way.

Ross? It's Carrie Chan.

I think there's somebody in my flat.

Where are you?

I'm in a phone box outside.

Don't go in the flat. We'll be right over. Stuart?

Sorry, I can only give you a few minutes. I'm due in theatre.

This won't take long.

Can you confirm that you have a kidney transplant patient by the name of Thomas

Erskine? We're waiting for a suitable donor.

Pity Jay Erskine didn't survive a little longer.

Thomas could have had one of his kidneys.

Or both, even.

Thomas and Jay were compatible?

They're twins, of course they were.

Thomas said that he was here the night that Jay was killed.

Can you confirm that?

Came in just after six o 'clock. There were problems with the samples, so he

didn't leave till about 11 p .m. But if you're wondering whether it was Thomas

who killed Jay so that he could inherit his kidneys, forget it.

What do you mean?

Dead flesh just won't do.

The donor has to be alive when we harvest the organ. Thomas would have

that.

Anyone come down, Kerry? No one. What number are you? Number 52.

Right, stay here, okay?

Don't do it, mate. You'll break her neck.

Give me a hand.

Come on, man. Don't be stupid. Give me a hand.

When you're ready, Stuart.

Right.

I'm J .I. Ross, Mary Hill CID. Now, you're supposed to tell us who you are

what you're doing here.

I'm looking for Peter Yip.

My name is Liang.

Oscar Liang.

Oscar?

You're supposed to be dead, pal.

Any news?

I'm afraid not. But you must... I'm sorry. I'm sure you're doing your best.

How can I help?

Jay's twin.

Thomas? What about him?

Oh, could you tell us about the relationship?

Were they close?

Very.

What we don't understand is why Jay refused to donate a kidney to Thomas.

Jay wanted to help, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it.

Said if God gave him two kidneys, that must be for a good reason.

In the end, I suppose he was just too scared.

And what about Thomas?

How did he react?

For a long time, they didn't speak.

Then at their mother's funeral, they started up again.

Going to football, meeting up for a drink, that kind of thing.

I know it must have been hard for Thomas, but I think he understood.

The last time I saw Peter was

four days ago.

No one was at his flat when I went round yesterday morning.

But when you arrived, I ran.

You caught me going out the back way.

Anyway, I didn't know where else to try, so I came here.

I'm sorry I frightened you.

You knew he wasn't dead, didn't you?

I made a promise.

Look, this is my fault. Let me explain.

One day when I was working in the kitchen at the hotel, I had a blackout.

When I woke up, I was in the hospital, surrounded by... bright lights and

wearing masks.

I knew they were going to cut me, so I jumped off the table and I ran out of

hospital and straight round to Peter's place.

You do realise that they were probably trying to save your life?

Look, the blackout I had came from nowhere.

No symptoms, no warnings.

It was as if some malicious spirit had entered my system.

It's called a pack gua.

It's supposed to ward off evil.

Oscar Leung believes there's a malicious spirit at work.

Probably acting through someone inside the hotel.

Says the three murders prove it.

Malicious spirit?

Well, Kerry Chan took him in. She's got these things all over her flat.

Oscar says that in the Far East there have been several instances of serial

killers claimed possession by gods or demons.

Maybe our killer's on a similar trip.

Well, could explain the ritualistic nature of the killings, you know, the

missing eyes.

Oh, come on, Jackie.

You don't believe all that, do you?

The idea's ludicrous.

Must have been one hell of a ride with his girlfriend.

No. Yes, I understand.

No, just let me know when the organ arrives.

The police were in contact.

That's quite a day.

The second time they wanted me to confirm your whereabouts the night Jay

And?

Obviously, I told them you were here.

You called me in just to tell me that?

No, of course not.

What I wanted to say is that at last we found a suitable donor.

I've booked a theatre for the morning.

By this time tomorrow, you should have your own fully functioning kidney.

Sorry, it's just... I was beginning to give up hope.

Look, Michael, if there's something you want to say, then just say it.

We, er... We went to see Jay's brother Thomas today.

He told us about Jay's winning ways with the ladies.

And he also told us about a certain girl who he gave the brush off to.

He said he thought her name was Yvonne or Elaine.

Shall I go on?

All right, we had an affair.

What of it?

Well, they told me about it.

It consisted mainly of tacky episodes in hotel rooms and it was over long before

you and I met.

That's not what I meant.

I'm talking about after Jay was murdered. You should have said something

Well, don't think I didn't want to.

That's why I told Jackie.

You told Jackie?

It's all right. I swore her to secrecy.

It was just such a shock.

I had no idea how you'd react.

Everything all right?

See that guy opposite?

I sure recognised him.

One of the porters from the Crawford Velabor.

Suspected appendicitis. I'm operating on him in the morning.

Better get some sleep.

Big day tomorrow.

I won't be a minute.

Why don't you put some music on?

Some new CDs by the computer.

All right.

a three -for -two offer, so I ended up buying more than I meant to.

Found anything interesting?

Coffee's on.

Oi!

What happened to the music?

Michael, what's the matter?

Nothing.

Yes, there is. I can tell.

What is it?

I can't tell you.

Can't or won't.

I'm sorry.

Michael?

Michael?

Well, Jackie, boss wants to see us right away.

What about?

Dunno.

Close the door.

Sit down.

I had dinner with Elaine last night.

She told me how she was involved with Jay Erskine.

I also found this on her bed.

Remember Thomas Erskine?

Told us about a girl that Jay had dumped.

Said she'd make threats against him.

But Thomas couldn't even remember her name.

It was Elaine.

Then there was the dinner dance.

Remember how she slipped away from the table?

She had a headache?

She was going for half an hour.

She went to the car to get her handbag.

Only I found it under her chair.

Then she disappeared.

And later that night, Peter Yip was murdered.

This doesn't make sense.

Oh, it makes sense to me.

Jealous sex lover.

Can't quite let go.

I thought you'd been acting strange.

You're forgetting about the night that Mackie, the chef, was murdered?

Elaine was with me.

Dr Andrews said that the murder happened between ten o 'clock and midnight.

When did you leave her?

Just before ten.

If it was my girlfriend and I was the investigating officer, I think I'd have

admit that I... Might be a conflict of loyalties here.

Yeah. Well, that's where you and I probably differ, Detective Inspector

Even so, sir.

Do you not think it'd be better to hand the investigation over to someone else

for the moment?

OK.

It might be better if Elaine talked to someone else.

But you continue to report to me.

Yes, sir.

Got a minute, Jackie?

You knew about Jay and Elaine, didn't you?

Michael, I was in confidence.

This is a murder inquiry, Jackie.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

That explains a few things.

You were a bit hard on Michael in there.

I needed saying, Jackie.

There was something else you should know.

Elaine was the one that recommended to Crawford for the CID dinner.

Elaine?

I'm assuming I don't have to report that back to Jarden.

So are you going to arrest her?

Not until I've spoken to Dr. Andrews.

Want to come along?

I think you should let Stuart go.

No, Stuart's the one interviewing me, pal.

Behind.

I'd like your input.

Satsang with Mooji

Satsang with Mooji

I find them. I tell them you not bring immigration.

Thanks a lot for coming back and agreeing to speak to me.

I tell them you only interested in the killings.

What I'm really interested in is anyone who left the hotel suddenly.

You know, there one day, gone the next.

Especially the illegals.

How many names do you want?

All that you can remember.

I need details.

I want to know what happened in every case.

Well, it's not only one thing.

I mean, some are fired and others, they move on.

Some, we think, ran from immigration.

What about afterwards?

Did any of them stay in touch?

A sick nation in the boiler room?

Romantic devil.

Any evidence of sexual contact prior to death?

None.

The guest sat down at 8 .30. Elaine left the table just after 9.

Now, your estimate for the original time of death?

My estimate was based on conditions outside the hotel.

Now, if you're telling me that the boiler room was so hot, then clearly it

have a significant effect on the cooling rate of the body after death.

Right, so how much earlier could we be talking about? Oh, well, now,

temperatures would be misleading.

There are all sorts of factors to take account of.

There's ventilation, insulation, the type of clothing being worn. Then

humidity and wind chill... Stephen, how much earlier?

Well, did it make any sense?

I'd have to say two to two and a half hours.

So he could have died as early as seven o 'clock, then?

Yes.

That's not possible.

Remember, I saw Gerskin in the corridor at, what, twenty -five past eight?

I'm sure it was him.

Yeah, well, maybe it was.

Maybe, yeah.

Maybe it was him, I can feel it.

How is he?

Ah, he'll be fine.

Bit of a complication, though.

Found a tumour on his kidney. Had to remove one of them.

Good job he's got two.

Something wrong?

You said you'd found a donor.

Didn't say where.

No, and all the excitement I forgot.

I'm listening.

You know, Thomas, experience warns us it's best not to delve into these things

too deeply.

Really?

The same about the tumour.

Right. This way you were standing?

Yeah. OK.

Tell me exactly what you saw.

I remember smiling over some joke.

I heard a noise. I looked up.

There he was.

White male, 5 '11", blonde, wearing a tartan jacket.

I bit into the lift. The door's closed.

Close your eyes.

Sorry? Help me picture him.

Describe him.

What does he actually look like?

I feel very difficult.

You haven't backed me.

Does he turn around?

No.

Do you see any part of his face?

No, not even a glimpse.

So how do you know it's him?

I told you he was wearing a tartan jacket.

Well, what about Mackie?

Do you remember seeing Erskine minutes before I did?

Yeah. And now Mackie's dead.

Which is Peter Yip fit into.

Well, we know it's something to tell Kerry, but he never got the chance.

So you think he also recognised that it wasn't Jay wearing the tartan jacket?

Well, that would explain both our deaths.

You see, maybe a bogus Jay Erskine was only ever meant to be seen by us, by

people who didn't know him.

Therefore, that would make our murderer a man, and it couldn't be Elaine.

Not necessarily.

No, you can't have it both ways.

Who do you think moved the body?

However it was, if you're right so far, it was obviously somebody Mackie

recognised. Someone he knew he could be blackmailed.

Who do we know who could pass close -up for Jay Erskine?

His brother Thomas?

He's obviously a dead ringer for Jay.

But he was at Parklands Hospital undergoing tests from 6 .11 the night

was killed.

Okay, okay, let's just forget about the identity of the double for the minute

and think about this.

If I am right, then this whole charade could be to give someone else an alibi

for their true time of the murder.

And that someone was?

Someone sitting right under the nose of the Strathclyde CID. Someone clever

enough to make sure you saw the dead man still walking around at half past

eight.

And that someone was?

Who was it that first suggested the Crawford Hotel?

Between six and eight?

That's right.

Got in from work at 6 .15.

Made a coffee.

Watched what was left of the news.

After that, I partied a bit, cleared the kitchen.

Seven o 'clock, I started getting ready and Michael came by at eight.

Did anybody see you?

No, I was alone.

Jackie, what's this about?

These cable loops you keep in your study.

Did you know?

The same kind the killer used.

Yeah.

Michael told me.

The night of the dinner, when you left the table, where did you go?

It's God, my witness, Jackie. I haven't done anything.

Look, Helene, I want to believe you, but I can't unless you tell us the whole

truth. That's what I've been doing. Right.

So when you left the table, where did you go?

OK, Thomas, it's make -your -mind -up time.

Kidneys don't have a long shelf life.

And if you'd rather, it went to somebody else.

A few weeks ago, I made a client call to the hotel.

I hoped I wouldn't see Dee, but I did.

And?

We got talking.

They went out to dinner.

It turned into breakfast.

But weren't you seeing Michael then?

Jay kept calling me at work, threatening to appear while I was with Michael if I

didn't see him again.

Why didn't you just stay away from the dinner?

I was going to tell Michael everything.

But not before I told Jay what I thought of him.

I had a whole speech prepared.

I couldn't find him.

I looked everywhere, getting more and more worked up, more and more angry.

In the end, I chose the ladies to throw myself out.

Is that everything?

Yes.

I suppose now you'll want all that in a statement for Michael to read.

A statement?

Saying what?

That he didn't actually see Jay at all that night? No.

He's got a deathful of those already.

Come on, Jackie.

Give Michael a callie.

No, I'm way back with those now.

I want to check the staff records. I'm sure there's something we might have

missed. Okay.

Did you tell the DI where you were?

How did the interview with Elaine go?

Well, we'll spare you the personal details, but we believe Elaine, she's

murderer.

And that brings us back to whoever's running around playing head waiter.

Yeah, and Thomas is the one person who could have passed for Jay.

Yeah, but what was his motive for murdering his own brother?

Jay refused to donate a kidney to Thomas, even though they were

Yeah, but he must have hoped he would change his mind.

If he did kill Jay, it would be like signing his own death warrant.

And what about his alibi?

I mean, he was at the hospital having tests when Jay was killed.

Ah, for your own sake, I'll go here.

You know, if Thomas was masquerading as Jay, he would have had to have dyed his

hair. Right.

And if he dyed his hair blonde, he'd have to have dyed it brown again

afterwards. So if we get a hair sample, that'll show up at analysis, and Thomas

will have to explain it to you.

Come on, Jackie.

Where are we going?

Let's go to Sutherland, see if he wants to change his mind about Thomas's alibi.

You coming, sir?

Just let me know where to go.

As I told you in Chief Inspector Jardine, Thomas was here all that

We have to be ready. You never know when an organ might become available.

In fact, it's a good job that we were prepared.

Mr. Erskine's number finally came up.

Bit sudden, wasn't it?

Always the way.

Can't exactly plan for a motorway pile -up.

And as for a hair sample, in the circumstances, I'm afraid that's quite

impossible.

Sorry I couldn't be more help.

You should go home.

Burn this joss paper to enrich Peter's spirit.

His spirit will know no peace so long as his murder goes unpunished.

I'm going back to the hotel to find out what really happened.

Please, Carrie, go home and rest.

I'll come and see you later.

You bring the boss up to speed, Jackie, and I want a quick word with Stuart.

What's that?

What's it come from the hotel?

Marcia Erskine's office was empty, and the file with the health and safety

records was open on the computer. So I copied it?

What on earth made you do that?

Well, you're always telling me to use my initiative, sir. I didn't tell you to

go steal and stuff.

Are you telling me that you wouldn't have done the same thing if you'd been

there, sir?

Not if I was a detective constable, Stuart, no.

Right. Tell the boss what you found.

Don't tell him how, eh?

Come in.

Don't blame Sutherland.

Even with the authorisation, with different intent, you still have to

Ferskin before you take that sample.

And as for being protective, here's the man's doctor.

And his alibi for the night J was murdered.

Yes, Stuart. There's something really weird happening at the hotel, sir.

I've discovered that in the past three years, nearly two dozen of the foreign

staff, mainly illegals, have gone missing.

What do you mean, missing? Just that.

Disappeared into thin air.

Is that what their friends told you? Sir, I checked the hotel's health and

safety record, and I found eight of them were taken to Parklands Hospital.

Well, there's nothing strange about that. They're not eligible for NHS.

Each underwent some minor surgical procedure, was discharged and then

vanished.

Each? That's not counting Oscar Liang.

There's one there now.

A Croatian named Avellibar.

Seems he was taken in with suspected appendicitis. Lo and behold, it turns

that it's a tumour. They had to remove his kidney.

Thomas Erkin's transplant?

I want to see Mrs. Erskine.

Very colourful.

Now, what was it you wanted?

You killed Peter.

I beg your pardon?

Don't deny it. You killed him. I think you'd better sit down. You're an evil,

murdering bitch!

You're upset.

I know that when you lose someone, it's... Easy to get confused.

We believe a person who dies horribly cannot go to heaven.

Instead, they become a hungry ghost, destined to wander the earth, tormenting

the living.

If it's a question of money, I'm sure we can come to some arrangement. I wanted

you to know what misery the future holds for you.

I wanted to see the look in your eyes.

I believe there are still some things in Peter's locker.

Take them and go.

The police have been back.

They wanted to take a hair candle from Thomas.

Did you let them?

What, without the donor's consent?

That would be ethical now, wouldn't it? They're bound to come back if he talks

to the police.

Let me handle that.

What about you?

Kerry Chan was here.

She's not going to let things lie.

Okay.

Bring the items over here.

I don't care how many warrants you've got, this is still a working hospital.

I'll deal with any complaints when we're finished.

Now, please, if you just stay here and don't try and interfere.

Well, there's no record available of any of the missing hotel staff or their

operations. You bet me right, Fraser.

However, the dates they went missing do correspond almost exactly with the

expense of transplant operations.

Liver, kidneys, corneal grafts.

Looks like Oscar had a narrow escape.

Check these organ sources against the National Transplant Register.

And now perhaps Thomas the African has recovered sufficiently enough to speak

us.

Everything seemed to have gone well, but... Transplants are still far from a

routine procedure.

Bit convenient, wasn't it?

Him killing a woman like that.

I'm sorry, Inspector, but... We'll be impounding Thomas Erskine's body pending

full post -mortem.

I'm treating his death as suspicious.

Can't they do anything on their own?

Can you believe this?

They're taking advance bookings.

Three corneal grafts, two bone marrow transplants, and one for a new liver.

You have to tell us where you keep the crystal ball.

Bro. Oscar, what's up?

Remember you say not to do anything stupid.

Well, I'm at Carrie's flat and she's not here.

I think she's gone back to the hotel.

Any idea of why?

She wants to release the hungry ghost.

You've been cutting your donut cuts?

Find what you were looking for.

Those are Peter's eyes, aren't they?

Aren't they?

If only he'd kept to the kitchen.

I wouldn't have had to kill him.

We were going to be married.

Don't worry.

You'll soon be reunited.

Why are you doing this?

I never did anything to you.

Lots for my husband, though, didn't you?

Let him save us.

Leave.

Where's Mrs Erskine?

I just saw her a minute ago. Where?

Way back at the cold store. I'll show you.

Maybe there was something in the craft at all.

I still can't believe Marcia was capable of killing anyone, let alone Jay.

People are full of surprises.

Yeah, you can say that again.

You know, you could have been more honest with me about Jay.

Well, maybe it's better this way.

At least now we know how far we trust each other.

I think I'd better go.

Right, let's go.

He couldn't help himself.

Every female he ever met, like some dog in the street.

A dog that needed putting down, is that it?

I couldn't take any more.

Staffs niggering everywhere I went.

I told them I wanted a divorce.

David Sutherland and I have an understanding.

She agreed, but he wanted money more than I had.

Said it was his due.

Reckon to go to the police about the other business.

The spare parts surgery?

You wouldn't believe the money there is to be made.

If you have the right contacts.

And a ready supply of raw material.

Who killed Jane?

You or Thomas?

I did.

I know a cobbler's idea to throw the body in the boiler room.

He said it would make the time of death seem much later.

And Strathclyde's CID would provide me with the perfect alibi.

What about Thomas?

Why did he help her?

David guaranteed him a transplant.

At least he's got something out of all this.

Yeah, we've got lucky.

Look!

Get away.

Anyway, I think we've got a good team.

Well, don't get the idea that it might be permanent. I think Michael's still

seeing one of these personal properties.

Is he?

I have to see if we can't change that, then.

I've been wondering.

Go on.

Well, if Thomas Erskine had survived, what would have happened to the kidney

was given?

I mean, strictly speaking, it was stolen property.

Shouldn't it be handed back to its rightful owner?

Yeah. That's a very interesting question, Jackie.

But seeing as Thomas Erskine is dead, it's one we can leave to the

Right.

What were you eating then?

Chinese?

Chinese? I think I've had enough oriental culture for one week. How about

mixed grill?

Huh.

Looks like we're going vegetarian then.

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