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Just deal with it.

Court seated.

Will the defendant rise?

I think it looks good.

I think you might be right.

Mr. Foreman, have you reached a verdict?

Guilty.

James Dillon, you're a vicious career criminal who has shown no remorse for

life you so callously snuffed out.

I have therefore no hesitation in sentencing you to life imprisonment.

Yeah, I'll have you for this.

Take him down.

You hear me, McDonald? I don't care how long it takes. I'll have you.

Get! I swear to God, you're a dead man!

Daddy!

Morning, sir.

Stuart. Sorry to interrupt your Sunday lie.

What have we got?

Not very much.

The car was obviously burnt out before it was dumped.

The number plates are missing.

According to local boys, they usually find one a month along this stretch.

Mostly joyriders dumping the evidence.

But they don't usually find a body in it.

See if you can find a chassis number or something.

Okay, sir.

Is that what they're facing with the ethics office?

Mm -hmm.

Bit of a dark horse.

Oh, sorry. Next time I'll put a notice in the bulletin board, will I?

Yeah, that's a good idea. I mean, there's nothing worse than ill -informed

gothic.

Massive cranial trauma.

Extensive severe burns to all areas of exposed flesh.

Morning, Michael.

Stephen. Good weekend.

Oh, don't you start.

Sorry.

Forget about it.

Do we know the victim?

I doubt his own mother would know him now.

I should say the head wound killed him. Of course, the post -mortem burns and

immersion are a complicating factor, but, well, there's one bright spot at

least. I think we can rule out suicide.

Sometimes I'll worry about you, Stephen.

Sir, bad news, I'm afraid.

The car's registered to Detective Inspector MacDonald, Glenside CID.

Oh, God.

OK, let's take this one step at a time.

Stephen. We're going to need anything you can give us, ASAP.

Yes, sir.

Call Glenside to get him to verify the whereabouts of McDonald's and tell him

we'll be right over. Yes, sir.

Oh, good to see you could join us, Robbie.

Yeah, sorry about that. What's happening?

It looks as though our victim could be a police officer.

What?

Fill him in, Stuart.

Every night?

Jackie?

Yes?

I want you here.

It's a liaise with forensics.

This one's going to be a bit special, so I don't want any cock -ups.

Blair MacDonald.

Did you know him?

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, I knew him right enough.

Everyone at Glenside knew Blair. He was one of those guys, you know?

No, I don't know.

Well, he was larger than life.

He couldn't have been there forever. I mean, he was head of serious crime when

was just starting out.

Was he popular?

I don't know about that, but he was respected.

Demarco's here as a bit of a father figure, you know.

Couldn't imagine the place without him.

A bit like Jim Taggart at Maryhill.

So, how old was he?

Eh, mid -fifties, but harder than elders.

I'm telling you, I wouldn't have wanted to have crossed it.

Well, someone did.

That's nice.

Bandit country up here. Makes Mary Hill look like a church picnic.

Well, after you, Vicar.

I'd like to speak to the officer in charge.

Well, sit down and shut it.

Sorry? I said, take a seat.

Rob.

Ronnie. Been a long time.

So you're left on the car?

Yeah.

Michael, D .I. Ronnie Gregg, D .C .I. Michael Chardon.

Good to meet you.

I take it you've confirmed that McDonald's missed him?

Yeah, he never went home last night. His wife thought he was still at work.

What's all this?

We're pulling everyone in he's had contact with in the past week.

We don't expect some of them to be too cooperative.

No shortage of manpower, then.

Blair was well quoted around here, you know that.

OK. First thing we need is a timetable of his last known movements.

I want you two to make a start on that.

I need to speak to your boss.

Chief Superintendent Andrew Lennox.

Welcome aboard.

Please, take a seat.

Oh, you can see things are moving pretty fast this end.

The response of my officers has been magnificent.

I've even got people coming in off annual leave.

Very impressive, sir. There is just one problem. Oh?

The body was found in C Division.

That makes it a Mary Hill case.

Well, technically, yes.

With respect, sir, there's nothing technical about it. Now, come on.

Blair MacDonald was one of our own.

Passions are running pretty high out there.

All the more reason.

The last thing we need is a bunch of cops running around out there looking

revenge. All right.

Point taken. I'll tell D .I. Gregg you're to have a full cooperation.

Thank you.

Michael, isn't it?

Michael Jarvin.

Sir?

I knew your father in the old days.

He was a tickler for the rulebook, too.

I'd say you're a lot like him.

Just bear in mind that Blair wasn't only a fine officer.

He was a good friend.

I want the scum who killed him nailed to a cross and bugger the rules.

Clear?

Yes, sir.

It's clear enough.

You and MacDonald were interviewing the suspect.

Doogie Ben.

And the right little Ned he is.

Had you finished about 7 .30?

Around there.

It's all under your interview table.

Sure. What happened then?

Well, then, Doogie put his hands up.

We all went around to the bell for a wee celebration bevy.

Blair left the bell half an hour later.

I kind of got the impression he was meeting a snout.

There's no entry on the informant's log.

Where did you find this one, Robbie? The girl guide?

All right.

Thing is, Blair wasn't too big on paperwork.

I saw it, Samus. Well, he preferred to spend his time out nicking villains.

You boys do much of that yourselves?

Well, it has been known.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

It looks like we've got a result.

some sort of incendiary device was used to torch the car.

They're still running some tests.

Makes it look pretty planned, though, doesn't it?

I found this identification in a briefcase underneath the seat.

That's McDonald's.

Well, I can confirm the cause of death.

Shotgun fired at point -blank range.

And I moved steeply upwards like so.

Can you give us a positive idea?

Well, the X -rays may help.

Take a look.

Isn't that right, sir?

Yes, well done, Jackie.

Left tibia.

It's quite an old injury.

At least 20 years, I'd say.

And then... There's this.

Ah, this isn't my actual area of expertise, but I'd say this was a

Doesn't it bother you, Stephen, even slightly?

You must have worked with us, Matt.

Yes. Well, our paths did cross, but to be perfectly honest, we never really hit

it off.

Now, if it were you or Jackie lying there, that might be different.

Thank you, Stephen.

James Michael Dillon.

Son of an explosive speciality.

Convicted in October 1984 of armed robbery and murder.

He was sentenced to life imprisonment.

Three others involved were given a ten stretch each.

Right, so what else you got?

Dillon was released on parole four days ago pending an appeal.

He'd gone missing from an ex -con's hostel on Lauriston Road.

Our information is he's done a runner.

He hasn't been seen since Saturday night.

Why, Dylan?

Why not one of the others?

The M .O. fits him like a glove.

And I was there when they huckled him down screaming and killed Blair first

chance he got.

Take my word for it.

This is our man, all right.

Me!

Me!

Don't you know who I am?

Jimmy!

God, man, you look like a ghost.

Looks like I've come in the right place then, doesn't it?

Listen, I need to disappear for a while.

Could you help me?

Why?

Right.

Mrs MacDonald. Come in.

Blair?

Oh.

Who are you?

Michael Jarden, Mrs MacDonald.

This is Jackie Reid from Mary Halsey ID.

I thought you might be Blair.

He's missing.

He seems to be missing.

Yes, we know.

We need to ask you about your husband's movement last night.

Well, he rang me from the station and said he might be working late.

He's always been very good about that, very considerate.

He said he was meeting someone, I think.

Did he say who?

Oh, no, we never discuss his work.

Blair makes a point of that.

Well,

he didn't, Blair.

In the car, I mean.

There's been some sort of mix -up.

He's been a policeman all his life. He never takes risks.

I just can't understand why he doesn't call.

Mrs MacDonald, could you tell us if your husband ever had any sort of serious

injury? Well, only years ago when we were first married, he fractured his leg

playing football.

Was it his left leg?

Yes, uh -huh.

I, uh... I wonder if you could...

Do you recognize this?

Oh, yes.

This is Blair's.

Definitely. See?

I'm sorry.

I don't understand.

Where did...

All of you, just go away.

Well, this one seems pretty straightforward.

Do you reckon?

Aye. All you've got to do is find this guy, Dylan.

A 50 -year -old ex -con, I mean. How hard can that be?

So what do you think of B .I. Greg?

Ronnie?

He's about my chance, or maybe.

Curtsy odd corner.

Definitely fancies himself.

What are you laughing at?

Sure.

G .S. Reid.

Did you leave a name?

Or a number?

Okay, thanks. Bye.

There's been an anonymous call at the station.

Blair McDonald was at the turning point confino last night.

I'm not happy, Jojo.

The hole's way down on last month.

I'm not running a charity here. No, Mr. Fullerman. Oi, fetch my motor, will you?

And there's too much shrinkage on the bar.

Kick some bloody arses.

Yes, Mr. Fullerman.

And that new crew here...

Get rid of him. He's altogether too fly. Yes, Mr. Sullivan.

And Georgiou. Yes, Mr. Sullivan. Don't agree with me until I've finished

to you, sir.

When was your vehicle driven last, Mr. Sullivan?

I don't know.

This afternoon.

Is that you?

No, me poodle. Who do you think?

Who's the casualty?

It's one of my boys. What's on the door?

Mr. Sullivan.

I need to sit down. Yeah, go on, son, go on.

Get inside, get a cup of tea.

Torrey Sullivan?

Yeah, this is who I am.

DCI Jordan, DS Reid, Maryhill.

Maryhill? Jeez, I've got them coming at me from all over now.

Hold on. Are you taking over all our investigations?

We're pursuing a murder inquiry.

Do you know who might have done this?

Yes, I know exactly who did it, darling.

But right now, I think I need a bit of a drink.

Would you come inside?

All right with you?

Be my guest, sir.

Did you ever hear of an evil bastard called James Dillon?

Name rings a bell.

It should, because according to DC Buchanan, he just got out of Barlinnie

week. What would he have against you?

Well, the way Dylan would see it, I nicked his wife. See, when he got sent

Alice was left with a kid to bring up all on her own, so I sort of took her

under my wing, so to speak.

So this was an act of charity, then?

Well, not exactly.

I mean, she wasn't bad -looking in them days.

Mind you, it didn't last. She had a terrible temper.

And you still think that Dylan did the good?

He's not exactly a forgiving man.

How long ago are we talking about?

It's part of 15 years.

I haven't set eyes on James Dillon for 15 years.

And you know what?

It isn't a moment too long.

But you are still married.

On paper, maybe.

That's all.

Right, so, um... So you never went to visit him in Berlin, then?

No.

And you've not tried to make contact since his release?

Why would I?

He was a bad man and a worse husband.

The day he started his life sentence, mine ended.

You'd be better off talking to my daughter Patricia.

If anyone knows where he is, she does.

So they're close, then?

Oh, aye.

She's wasted half her life running a campaign to get him released.

God knows why.

She works down the law centre.

Thanks.

We'll have a word with her.

And if he does make contact?

I'll be straight on to you.

Inspector.

When you catch him, throw away the key this time.

I just can't believe it.

Blair MacDonald.

I mean, I thought a man was indestructible, you know.

You sure?

And you reckon it was Dylan that killed him? We're keeping an open mind at the

moment. Well, don't keep it open too long, because if that bad bastard is

looking for revenge, then it won't just be me and Blair that he's looking for.

Come.

Excuse me, Mr Sullivan, the agency need to know how many more door staff we'll

be wanting.

Just tell him in a round dozen, my son, all right?

I'm just taking on a bit of extra security for tomorrow, just in case.

You say you and DCI Macdonald were old friends?

Yeah. Yeah, we go way back.

When did you last see him?

A couple of weeks ago.

You sure about that?

I played a round of golf with him.

Why? What's this all about?

We have information that he met you here sometime after 8 o 'clock last night.

And where did you get that from?

Well, that's just the, uh, relayable source.

Never black a blacker, my son.

Meaning?

Meaning somebody's giving you the wind -up, Chief Inspector.

I'm sorry, but your so -called information is dead wrong.

Yes? Patricia Dillon?

Yes. Working late on a Sunday. Must be very dedicated to your clients.

Oh, police, right?

Right. Well, your pal just left ten minutes ago.

What pal?

A D .I. Greg.

Heath Glenside.

We're Mary Hill.

I don't care if you're from Doc Green. I'll tell you the same thing I told him.

I don't know where Dad is.

We'll need more than that.

It's a simple enough question.

When did you last see your father?

Isn't that the title of a picture?

That would know.

Art's not my subject.

Well, how about civil rights?

He does have them, you know.

Even if he is an ex -con.

He's a murder suspect, Miss Dillon.

So you say.

But I haven't heard one scrap of evidence.

Well, isn't it true that he threatened to kill Macdonald?

That was 15 years ago.

Anyway. He was with me all last night. Where?

My flat.

I cooked a meal.

We watched TV.

What was on?

Do you know?

I really can't remember.

So where is he now?

I told you, I don't know.

He left early this morning on his motorbike, planning to do a bit of

north, maybe look up a few old friends, all perfectly legal, so long as he

reports to his probation officer within a week.

I think you're lying.

Too bad.

Now, if you don't mind, I have to repair a case for the sheriff's court.

What's that, then?

A tasty wee bit of shoplifting?

No, a tasty wee bit of wrongful arrest.

I'm suing a detective inspector.

Detective inspector.

OK, come on, settle down.

Settle down!

Right, as you're all probably aware, this is the man we're looking for.

James Michael Dillon.

At Glenside, I've traced a card cash account to Dillon containing £7 ,000.

I realise he could have money stashed elsewhere, but he made a withdrawal from

cash machine in Dundas Street on Saturday night and we're hoping he does

again. I've arranged for surveillance of all the central branches.

Do we have the manpower for that, sir?

Stuart, we'll try to find a man who murdered a police officer. Do you

understand? Yes, sir.

Yeah.

I've asked Glenside for some help.

Jackie, forensics.

The lab are still running tests on the incendiaries used in the car.

Most crude.

Probably homemade.

So we're assuming that the bomber and the killer are the same person.

No usable prints on either vehicle.

What is it, Robbie?

I don't see why we don't go public on Dylan.

Use the media.

Because I don't want to scare him off.

But there's no evidence for game.

That's not what Glenside think.

Yeah, well, Glenside aren't running this investigation.

Are they, Robbie?

What about the daughter?

Well, we know she's lying about Dylan being with her on Saturday.

Between 7 .30pm and midnight, she was at a meeting at the university.

Some sort of civil liberties forum for lawyers.

She was one of the speakers.

Why would she lie? She must have known we would check up.

Maybe she wants us to know that she doesn't care what we think.

I want you two down at the casino.

See if you can find any leads on this bomber.

And while you're at it, ask about Macdonald.

If he was there that night, Someone must have seen him.

All this on the basis of one anonymous phone call?

Yeah. Plus my gut feeling that Sullivan's got something to hide.

You got a problem with that, Robbie?

No, Russell, no problem.

Good.

Jackie?

What's this problem?

Won't you concentrate on Dylan's back?

Oh, and get Glenside to send you the files of the robbery you went down for.

Right, OK.

By the way, I've run a check on Sullivan already.

And? He's got quite a background himself.

No actual convictions since the early 80s, but plenty of suspicion.

Of what?

Robbery, handling, loan sharking, you name it.

How the hell did he get a gaming license?

Good question.

He obviously knows people in high places.

So, what's up with you, then?

It's a waste of time, isn't it?

I mean, Jargon's just fighting his own little turf war with Glenside.

Do you not think you might be a wee bit prejudiced?

Come on, we should be out there looking for Dylan. I mean, you know that.

Gentlemen, please, we need to interview your staff.

I'll have to clear it with the boss.

Aye, you do that, my man, and coffee would be nice, of course.

Care for a spin of the wheel while you're waiting?

Eh, no, no, no, no, no. Too much house percentage, eh?

Blackjack's my game.

I believe they're starting a new shoe now.

I'll have your coffee sent over, shall I?

Excellent.

That'll be a total waste of time after all, eh?

Are you sure?

Okay. Thanks a lot.

Any luck?

If you ask me, sir, they were told to keep their mouths shut.

What about the security videos?

Can we see the tapes?

Apparently there was some sort of problem over the weekend.

None of the cameras were working.

Where's Rob?

Um, I'll, uh, just go and check, sir.

Chief Inspector Jardine, how nice to see you again. Mr. Sullivan.

A pity about those cameras.

Could have been useful. Well, that's technology for you.

Certainly seem to have enough of them.

I want to make sure no one's trying to cheat me.

Hi there.

I've been hearing a few things about you, Mr. Stanley. Oh, good, I hope.

Not exactly.

I'm told you have a bit of a checkered path.

Well, we're not the main thing.

The path is another country, right?

Well, uh...

Thanks for your cooperation.

Oh, er... We'll be in touch.

Patricia Dillon?

Well, I could hardly miss it, could I?

All right.

All right. Calm down.

Where can I meet you?

Ellie. Hello, Tony.

Loving coaches as ever.

Thank you.

Oh, I helped myself.

Hope you don't mind.

Congratulations, by the way.

Very classy.

Bet you take some money through here every night, eh?

What can I do for you?

Oh, I'd say it's more of a question of what I can do for you.

Such as?

Such as keeping my mouth shut.

What are you talking about?

Blair MacDonald.

The police seem to think that Dylan killed him.

But you and I know different, don't we?

Biggest mistake of my life, letting a girl like you get away from me.

It was that.

So, how much do you want?

Hi there, it's me again.

It's Jackie.

Jackie Reed, that is.

I don't know what it is about these things. I'm usually quite coherent,

Oh, well, you're obviously still out, so when you come in, you can maybe give me

a call.

OK.

Bye.

Just a professional colleague.

OK.

I'm going home.

See you tomorrow.

OK, then. Bye.

Hello, Jackie.

Who's there?

Come on, show yourself.

Yeah. OK, I'm awake.

Morning, gorgeous.

Hey, come on, breakfast will be here any minute.

Oh, my God.

What time is it?

Where's our Jackie, then?

Not seen her yet, sir.

Aye, aye.

Stuart, Glenside come up with anything yet?

Yes, sir.

All right, Jackie?

Fine, thanks.

Bit of a heavy night, was it?

Yeah.

Morning, Jackie.

Michael, could I have a word, please?

In private.

Well? Eh, a friend of mine.

A chap called Brian Holmes.

He's a detective chief super with clothing and borders.

He's on secondment to complaint from discipline.

Friend, is it?

Yes, I met him at that financial crimes course in Edinburgh last month.

Michael, I trust him.

OK.

Well, I, eh... I met up with him last night.

Andy told me very confidentially that Discipline had been running an inquiry

into alleged corruption in Glenside for the last six weeks.

The main focus of the inquiry has been the relationship between DCI Macdonald

and Tony Sullivan.

What? You are kidding me.

Apparently Macdonald got himself heavily into debt back in the early 80s.

Sullivan bailed him out with a series of so -called loans.

And in return, they think he was offering Sullivan protection.

That's why none of the charges against Sullivan have ever stuck.

I don't believe I'm hearing this.

Well, the point is that they were just about to arrest Macdonald and they were

pretty sure they could make it stick to send Sullivan down with them.

Which would give Sullivan a strong motive for getting rid of him first.

Exactly.

I take it this guy Holmes is your anonymous caller.

So why all the cloak and dagger stuff?

Why didn't discipline just... Give us this officially.

Well, they can't.

With Macdonald dead, the investigation's buried with it.

I mean, they're pretty pissed off about it.

Yeah, they're not the only ones.

Why, the hell wasn't I told?

It wasn't relevant.

Look, I'm trying to run a murder inquiry here.

How can I do that without all the facts?

What facts?

If DCI Macdonald had been on the point of making some sort of confession, if

such confession had implicated Sullivan... And if the potential

been serious enough to form a credible motive for murder, then and only then

would the discipline inquiry have any bearing. But you can't prove any such

thing. Meanwhile, the inquiry's dead and that decision comes from the very top.

In other words, an official cover -up. Look, Michael, Blair was the most highly

respected officer in this station.

The man was a hero, for God's sake.

Why rake all this up now? What could it possibly achieve?

Apart from a great deal of damage to the reputation of the whole force.

And none of us wants that, do we?

Your father was a copper.

You of all people should understand.

My father was an honest policeman.

Your father was a drunk and we both know it.

How do you do that, sir?

Look, I don't set myself up to judge. That's my whole point. We're all human.

all make mistakes.

Yes, maybe Blair was too close to the Tony Sullivan.

Maybe he did do him a few favours. I don't condone that.

But any mistakes he made, God knows he's paid the price.

So, in order to protect his reputation, you're willing to let Sullivan away with

murder? No.

You get some real evidence against him, fine, you go with it.

But meantime, let's just leave the dead to rest in peace.

Hey, check this.

The boss got us some new secretarial stuff.

Oh, no, I'm wrong.

That's a Mary Helm detective, that is.

I hear the DCI of yours is a bit of a tyrant.

Mike Jordan?

Yeah. Oh, he's all right.

Yeah? Yeah.

And what about your DC?

Are you giving her one or what?

Ronnie, give it a rest, will you?

No. OK, we need copies of everything they have on Sullivan.

Especially any cases that McDonald was involved in.

Excuse me, sir, I'll take you to play this with the chief super.

Yeah.

So now we're treating Tony Sullivan as a suspect.

Damn right we are.

Sir, that was a call from the bank on George Street. Dylan's just used his

card. Stuart, get over there.

Sorry, sir. They lost him. Oh, I don't believe it.

Get over to the law centre and watch Patricia.

Dylan might show up there.

Morning, gents. Morning.

I'll give you a hand with that.

Why not?

There you go then, gents.

Oh, it's a great spot, this.

Thanks very much.

Benji! Thanks, Benji.

Benji, aye.

All right?

Oh, yes.

Thank you. Thank you very much, gents. Thanks.

Thank you very much. See you then, Benji.

Thanks.

City center, please.

I just don't see how I can help you.

I told you, Blair and I never discussed his work.

I understand, Mrs MacDonald.

And I realise that this is a very difficult time for you, but what you do

is to find who is responsible.

I thought you were already looking for this man, Dylan.

Oh, there are some possibilities we can't rule out at this stage.

That's nice.

Oh, thank you.

Bean. It's underneath here. We've got a little place out there.

Blair always loved the sun.

Do, uh... Do you know someone called Tony Thilliman?

Uh, yes, I think so. He was a friend of Blair's. They used to play golf.

Did you ever meet him?

I believe he came to dinner once.

I didn't really take to him, to be honest.

I want you to think very, very carefully.

Did that man ever threaten your husband in any way?

What?

Threaten Blair?

Look, I'm sorry, but if you'd known him, you would understand how silly that

sounds. Well, your husband did owe him money.

No, I... Rather a lot of money. Well over £100 ,000, we think.

That's ridiculous.

What's he supposed to have done with it all?

Well, that's a good question.

You see, I'm the same rank as your husband, and, well, I don't think I

afford a house like this.

It's OK, Mrs MacDonald.

I'll get him.

What are you implying?

You're not implying anything, Mrs Macdonald. Yes, you are.

You know you are.

You come in here, you ask all these questions, suggesting that Blair, of all

people, I don't know how you have the nerve.

Michael. Rony.

I want you to know how sorry we all are, Siobhan.

Thanks.

Well, Chief Inspector, I must say I'm very surprised to see you here.

We have a funeral arrangement to discuss.

I think you'd better leave.

Oh, no.

You battered them.

So, do you think she knew her husband was on the take?

She must have.

There's a big house, a place in Spain.

Where else would the money come from?

You all right?

Yeah. This thing stinks, doesn't it?

You know what Lennox did when I fronted up to him about the inquiry?

Threw my dad drinking in my food. Oh.

You ever wonder what this job's doing to you, Jackie?

What kind of person you'll turn into when you've been in the game as long as

McDonald's has.

Oh, come on, Michael. No -one makes a thing, this job.

You're free to get out at any point.

As far as I'm concerned, any officer that takes a bribe is beneath contempt.

Thanks. I'm sorry.

That's what I think.

No.

You're right.

And you know what?

See if Macdonald was bent.

I bet you he wasn't the only one in the squad.

This one at Glenside's wee jokes.

Just step out of the car, please, sir.

You've been observed driving away from a public house.

Have you been drinking, sir?

No. I'm teetotal.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to take a breath test.

What? Listen, Constable... Unless you'd rather give a urine sample.

Then to the station, of course.

Oh, now you really are taking the piss.

Billy, your can, mister. Only a tenner. Ah, take a hike.

Here, listen.

That's a brand new set of tyres in there.

You even think about it, I'll have your plums on a plate, all right?

Go on.

Punter, you may be interested in Mr Sullivan.

Camera five.

Puss. Ah, my little darling here.

There you are, my darling. Get vista into that.

Puss. Got another customer.

Fifteen. Cut.

Nineteen. Stand.

Twenty. Stand.

5 or 15?

Card.

21.

Blackjack. Oh, no.

Hey, look, can I cash a cheque for 300?

Find out for you.

It won't be a minute.

What's up?

Done his brains.

Wants 300 quid credit.

Cash card's only good for 100.

Well, then, give me 300.

You're going to miss the Ross.

Of course we can cash you 300, no problem.

Thanks very much.

It's a lot of legal, eh?

Oh, come on, Michael, you've got to see the funny side of it. I do, yeah.

I suppose there's a whole new definition of police harassment.

Michael, stop!

Isn't that... Patricia Dillon.

What the hell, Stuart?

Crazy! Dylan! Stop!

Dylan!

Patricia?

She's gone.

Ah, damn it.

Stuart, where the hell are you?

Problem? No problem.

Who is this guy?

Scarlet Pimpernel?

Oh, let's knock it in the head.

You, uh, you heading home?

No.

No, as a matter of fact, I'm meeting Brian.

Brian, is it?

I'll, uh, give you a lift.

20. Stand.

14. Card.

21.

18. Stand.

Black deck.

Right.

That's me finished.

Thank you, sir. Good night.

It's been a pleasure.

Like his own woman.

Are you boys here Saturday night?

What's it to you, you mealy bastard?

Quite trouble for yourself, eh, son?

Here every night, aren't we?

Try to build a business enterprise, you know.

Uh -huh. Very commendable.

Do you, eh, do you recognise this guy?

Aye. That's that corporate that got killed.

He was one of your regular.

Mr Mack.

Was he here on Saturday night?

Aye. He's only about half eight.

Could you swear to that?

Told you, he was a regular.

Big red beamer, three series, leather seats, nice motor.

You know what, son?

You've just earned yourself that tenner.

Em,

I'm going to have to owe it to you.

All right.

Miserable bastard.

So this is where he's staying.

Discipline don't stunt themselves, do they?

Jackie?

Was it serious?

See you tomorrow, Michael.

Nice time, mate!

Go round this side.

Look at this carpet.

Right, I'm going in.

Look at that.

Grab the other end of that.

Blair Macdonald embodied the highest traditions of the police service.

He will be remembered as a fine officer, a loyal friend, and above

all, perhaps, a man of courage who daily risked his own life in defence of the

weak and powerless of our community.

His tragic death in the line of duty ennobles us all.

When I first met Blair, I knew that I had met a man of integrity, a man of

commitment, a man that I could trust.

What is it now?

You shouldn't have come.

You're not welcome here.

I found the button.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, I've got that.

Look, we're a bit pushed at the moment.

Okay, we'll get someone over as soon as we can.

Thanks.

How's the funeral?

Not bad.

Who's that?

Some kind of accidental death up in the camp scene. That was local PC, George

McBain. Not a problem at all.

It's only ten miles out.

It's well within our area.

Rubber stamp job.

They just want someone from CID to go up and file a report.

Well, come on and deal with it then. Okay.

Benjamin Greer.

Bit of a local character, I suppose.

Living his own up in the hills.

Did a bit of gullying for the fishing trade.

Kept us there pretty much to himself.

Cause of death?

Drowning. He was unconscious when he entered the water.

Probably just fell and bashed his head.

What about these other injuries?

Well, they're consistent with the body being dragged by the current along the

stream bed.

A hopeless alky, of course.

An accident waiting to happen.

Open and shut, then.

Do you want to see where we found him?

Lead on, Macduff.

MacBain. Pardon?

Name's MacBain, son.

We found him.

Any idea where he went in?

Guess the lock's steeper further up.

The time of death was about 7 .30.

What was he doing here at that time?

He's got a boat in there, eh?

Is there anything else up there?

Ah, just one little weekend of playtime.

Aside from that, there's a lot of sheep.

Patricia Dillon.

P .S. Jackie Reed.

I think we missed each other last night.

What do you want?

I think you know what I want.

I'm looking for your father.

Then I can't help you.

As I told your colleague, I don't know where he is.

So that wasn't him at the snooker club last night?

No. Who was it then?

A friend.

You're a lawyer, Miss Dillon.

I'm sure you realise what a serious offence it is to lie to a police

Oh, am I under caution? I must have missed that.

And if your father's innocent, then it's a wee bit stupid.

Innocent?

He's already served 15 years in prison for one crime he didn't commit.

What the hell's innocent got to do with anything?

Wait.

I have no illusions about Dad.

He was never much of a father, and my mother will tell you what a lousy

he was.

Yes, he was a career criminal, but he didn't kill that security guard because

wasn't in on the robbery.

The jury thought otherwise on the evidence?

What evidence?

There was no evidence apart from the shotgun, and MacDonald planted that.

I've read the transcript.

The other three all identified your father as being the one who pulled the

trigger. Well, of course they did, because MacDonald offered them a deal,

he?

They fingered Dad. He dropped the conspiracy to murder charge.

Is that the basis of your appeal?

Yes.

Just what the defence argued at the time, isn't it? I don't hear anything

What's new, Ed? They can prove it.

You going to tell me who?

Oh, you're joking, aren't you, Detective Sergeant Reid?

Ah, most of these places I haven't lived in.

People just go out for the odd weekend fishing, you know.

This is still fresh.

Do you know who owns this place?

Find out, easy enough, if you think it's worth it. They might have seen

something. You never know.

You wouldn't think you're only 12 miles from Sucky Hall Street, would you?

We'd better get you back to the big bad city or you'll be after my job.

Assuming that you're right, why would Macdonald want to frame your father?

Because Macdonald was on Sullivan's payroll and Sullivan told him to.

My mother was having an affair with Sullivan.

Well, Sullivan said that started after your father's arrest.

Well, then he's lying.

It had been going on for months.

I mean, I was only 14, but even I knew there was something.

They were both scared to death of what Dad would do when he found out.

He had a hell of a temper.

Still has.

So you're saying that MacDonald framed your father to cover up for Sullivan's

love affair?

Patricia, that doesn't make sense.

My witness will testify.

that the gun Macdonald planted on Dad belonged to Sullivan.

Sullivan gave Macdonald the gun?

Sullivan was the one that killed the girl?

Mm -hmm.

Hello. Yeah.

Oh, God.

Yeah, she's, uh...

Yeah, I understand.

Okay.

Patricia? What?

Oh,

afternoon.

Yeah, not exactly fragrant, is it?

How long has she been in there?

Well, judging solely by the progress of rigor, roughly 36 hours.

That would mean she was killed late Monday night?

Yeah, a neighbor saw her go out about 8 o 'clock.

Any idea where she was going?

Well, not a local chippy dressed like that, anyhow.

Those yards are the stuff in the skip.

Apparently they're rewiring the place.

So, a weapon of convenience.

A lot quieter than a shotgun, giving him time to get away.

Meaning Dylan?

Aye, who else? He's just out to buy a rail. He's looking for revenge. Robbie.

Well, look, first the coffee puts him away, then the wife's lover, now the

herself. What more do you want? What's your point? What's your point? The point

is we should have gone public from the start and wasted our time with Sullivan.

Michael.

Sorry to interrupt.

Where's Patricia?

Oh, I took her home.

She was pretty shaken up.

Aye, what does she think of her father now?

Well, she still claims she's no idea where he is.

Aye, yeah.

I think we should look inside, eh?

Oh, Robbie, get a description over to the taxi firms.

A dress like that, I don't think she would have got the bus to you.

Look, what about Dylan?

Do we got the dress?

No, not yet.

So Blair said, no, my lord, but he also had a baseball bat and I don't think he

was looking for a game of rounders.

Yeah?

I found him.

You sure?

I'm looking straight at him.

All right, I'll be with you in half an hour.

Uh, something's come up.

Just hang on in there.

It'll be all over soon.

Well, there's no sign of a struggle.

I reckon the killer was waiting for her outside.

Someone she knew?

Mm.

By the way, Patricia wants to know when she can have access.

I think there's a few photos and stuff that she wants.

Well, it's not a scene of crime, so... Sure, why not?

Oh,

this, eh, this story about robbery, I think she was telling the truth.

Yeah, I'm sure she believed it.

And if she's right, and Sullivan is the real murderer, then it's a hell of a

motive. There's no statute of limitations on murder.

Yeah, but with Macdonald dead, well, I can't prove it.

Only he and Sullivan would have known.

Unless Alice knew.

Oh, I thought the stock was just found.

About five grand there, I reckon.

The turning point.

At Sullivan's place.

Think he gave her the money?

Let's ask him, shall we?

Bring him in.

Arrest him if you have to.

It's like Robbie.

Arrest him anyway.

Let him know we mean business this time.

He's in there.

Good work.

Is it going right in?

No.

And you never saw him, right?

I don't get it.

You don't have to get it, Al.

Off you go.

Still here?

Alice Dillon was at your casino on Monday night.

Is that right?

Yes, it is.

And according to the taxi driver who picked her up, she didn't leave till

midnight.

That's fascinating.

What did you want?

I wanted you to ask her.

You gave her that.

What for?

What does she say?

Was she blackmailing you?

Don't be tough.

So why the money?

It was a present, that's all.

£5 ,000 to a woman that you claim you haven't spoken to for 15 years.

Come on, Tony.

What did she have on you?

Look, all right, she did come round the other night.

She heard that Dylan had been released and she was worried.

So I told her to take a novelty. That's what the five grand was for.

That's very generous, Mr Sullivan.

Well, I'm a generous man.

As you well know.

Anyway, what's all this about? Something happened to her?

Yeah. She was strangled just after she left your casino.

Oh.

Going back to Saturday the 11th and the murder of DCI Macdonald.

Earlier you denied ever having met him that night, correct?

Yeah. Correct you denied it or correct you never met? We never met.

Only I have an independent witness that saw Macdonald enter your casino at 8 .30

and leave about 11 o 'clock.

Well, Mr Sullivan.

Well... All right, yes.

He did drop by.

Cos he was worried about Dylan as well.

Regular little counselling service you run there, eh?

Oh, yeah, just like the Samaritans, me.

Uh -huh.

Except all of your clients seem to wind up dead.

Why did you lie about it?

Look, I was confused, right? I mean, don't forget, he had a pop at me as

Ah, yes, the famous car bomb.

which left you completely unscathed, I seem to remember.

Aye, right, and then, of course, the security cameras broke down, so we

see who planted it.

What are we getting at here, boys?

Ah, come on, Tony.

You set up the whole thing yourself to make it look as though Dylan was waging

some sort of revenge campaign.

Where is everyone?

Interviewing Sullivan.

I've been out in this thing up in the campsies. Of course, you're denying

everything. It's a bit weird.

They must have been at it well over an hour.

Do you know anything about fish?

Fish? Well, trout.

Do you know if you can catch them at night?

I think you've been overdoing it, Stuart.

What exactly was your relationship with DCI Macdonald?

Well, I told you before.

We go way back.

We played a bit of golf.

Do you deny you also gave him money?

What money?

According to our information, payments totalling £100 ,000.

Now, where do you get that? Never mind that.

Is it true?

Answer the question!

Yeah, OK, it's true!

There's nothing illegal about a friendly loan.

No, not at all.

Unless it's an inducement to conceal a crime.

Or rather, a series of crimes.

including an armed robbery in 1984 where our young security guard was murdered.

Oh, come on, man. You were away with the fairies.

Yes, I like to keep men with the boys in blue.

Ask Inspector Ross here.

Go on, ask him.

Interview suspended.

22 .15.

What's he talking about?

I don't know.

I'm going to say this only once more, Robbie.

What is he talking about?

All right.

Blew the money at the casino last night.

Oh, for God's sake!

No big deal. It's all about boards. I paid him what I owed. See if that red

pill's got something on you!

I'm going to claim for you this time, and I mean it!

Well, he hasn't.

You just can't help it, can you?

Can I go?

Take Mr Sullivan down to the sales and pick him out a nice one. I think

you're going to be here for quite a while.

Definitely the guy from the snooker club, right? I'd say so.

It's not Dylan.

Sir, this lady says they're brother.

Name of Jimmy Calder.

Calder? I ran a P &T check. He's got quite a record.

Burglary, assault, robbery.

He's only just out of a ten -year stretch at Barlinnie himself.

All right, have we taken him away, Michael?

Yeah, why don't you go see him?

Impressive physique, whoever he was.

Took no less than 16 blows to see him off.

And this ain't no toffee hammer.

All right, lad. Let's get him back to the shop.

Michael.

There was a Calder in the 1984 Wagers van robbery.

He was one of the ones, the three men who identified Dylan.

I hear you finally caught up with my witness, Chief Inspector.

Witness? Yes.

We were supposed to have a meeting today.

He was due to testify in the appeal court that Macdonald did a deal with him

the others to frame my father.

You led us to believe that he was your father.

Oh, no.

You came to that conclusion all by yourselves.

So why did you run the other night?

You're the police, aren't you?

He was terrified of the police.

Oh, for God's sake.

If that had been my father, do you honestly think he'd be alive right now?

You'd better get back and release Sullivan or we'll have his lawyers

all over the place. Just he didn't do it personally doesn't mean he wasn't

involved. I know that.

We've no evidence to hold him, have we? But Mike... Just do it!

Stop it.

What are you looking so happy about? The guy in the shooting gallery claims he

saw G .I. Gregg here last night with another guy.

Yeah? What makes him think it was Gregg? Well, he knows him apparently.

He claims he busted his wife's kid sister's cousin or something like that.

And the guy with him?

Medium height, mid -twenties, slim build, brown cord jacket.

Alvin Buchanan.

Michael!

Glenside have got him. Who?

Dylan. Think it's the real thing this time.

Well, Chief Inspector, it looks as if we've done your job for you, doesn't it?

Sure he's in there?

Absolutely. Two of my officers were on the scene as soon as he used his cash

car. They followed him here.

And your officers have been briefed, not just scooting left side of him?

Of course. Only we don't want any accidents, do we?

Ready, sir.

Well, let's get on with it.

Mr. Sullivan.

With you in a minute, Tom.

Mum, please, don't! Mum, no!

Mum, please, don't! Do it!

Don't let her get hurt! Do it!

This is a cure -all.

All right, let's have a look then, shall we?

Oh, shoot!

All right!

Where's the cash cart?

Come on, the cart!

Where did you get that?

On it.

It was just lying on the towpath.

Up there, by the canal.

Side of the bridge.

Where we found McDonald's car?

I never stole it, and that's the trick.

Can I see that, sir?

All we got was a wee bit of the baby in the boombox, like.

We'll pay it back when we get more social.

Oh, shut up.

What about the... What about the number?

What? The pin number.

Michael, it's right in the back there, isn't it?

Looks like Dylan didn't trust his memory after all this time.

There's time for the murder scene, isn't there?

Would somebody please do something about that bloody dog?

Solomon!

Inspector Ross.

Oh, yeah, there was another killing last night.

Lucky for me, eh?

What's this?

It's a 300 quid I owe you.

Apparently, you forgot to buy my cheques. Listen, I don't want your

Aye, well, you're getting it in front of witnesses.

There you go, son.

It's still something that wife used.

Thanks very much.

All for you.

We, er, celebrating in order, Mr Sullivan?

Oh, what a good boy!

Yeah. Let's see what Ronnie Gregg's got to say for himself.

Shouldn't we clear it with Jordan first?

No. I know how Glenside works. He doesn't.

They've been giving us a run around for long enough.

Lovely, chubby, bubbly.

Let me not do it.

Seems D .I. Gregg called in sick.

All right.

Alvy, can I have a word, mate?

Yeah, later.

Now.

Are you crazy?

No, I'm just pissed off, so human me.

You were at the fair last night with Ronnie Gregg, eh? So what?

So you were looking for Jimmy Calder.

Who? The guy at the fair. He's dead, Alvy. That makes you an accessory to

murder. Oh, come on, you're kidding me on.

Maller!

Look, I know nothing about that.

Ronnie just said he wanted the guy found, so I found him. Then what?

Oh, nothing.

I left him to it. I'm just a bag man, OK?

I do what I'm told.

So where's Ronnie now?

I think he went to Siobhan McDonald's. What for?

Oh, you know Ronnie, eh?

Don't tell me you're knocking off Blair's wife.

How long has this been going on?

A while.

Does Blair know about this?

What, you think I asked him?

We'll be back.

You'd better get yourself a brief, pal.

Robbie.

Didn't need to come to that, eh?

Don't go looking for anything.

You wee shag. You still owe me for a set of tyres.

Excuse us.

What are you looking at?

Ready?

I don't know about this, Ronnie.

It won't be for long.

I promise.

You got passports?

Yeah.

See what you can get out of him.

Mr. Sullivan.

Johnny, it's Michael Jarden. Who did this?

Claire, you... Forget about Claire. Who ran you off the road?

Go on.

You all right?

What'd you say?

A man in a motorbike?

That's what he saw.

Black leather jacket, blue face helmet.

Dylan, go to B.

Hi, sir.

McBain here.

I've got that name you wanted.

What name? The owner of the cottage you were asking about.

Look, George, this isn't a very good time.

He's a copper from Glenside.

Wait a minute, are you sure about this?

Of course I'm sure.

The owner's a detective inspector, Ronnie Gregg.

Sir, I'm coming to pick you up.

I've just had some information on D .I. Greg.

Ronnie?

What is it?

Er... It's nothing.

If Robbie's right about Siobhan and Greg having an affair and Steve, for

instance, McDonald found out about it, well, it would give them a motive to

him, I suppose.

But what about the others?

Where does Dylan fit in?

Still warm.

Ah, Jackie.

I've been a bloody fool.

I've just realised what Sullivan was trying to tell me back there.

Well, well.

Hello there, Ronnie.

And hello again, selfie on the rock.

Stuart, I don't believe you've met Blair Macdonald.

Blair killed Dylan.

That's what Sullivan said.

It wasn't Macdonald's body in that car.

It was Dylan's.

But that's not portable, is it? Think about it, Jack.

All they had to do was put Macdonald's wedding ring on him and make up some

story about breaking his leg.

And because Siobhan played the grieving widow, we never questioned it, did we?

Why, Blair?

Oh, come on.

What was I supposed to do?

Just sit back and let a judge jail me? I'll never accept a scumbag like Dylan.

Alive, I was just another corruption statistic.

Dead, I was a hero.

And a pretty well -off one as well.

What do you mean?

Tony Sullivan and I had a deal.

He'd write off my debts if I took care of Dylan and anyone else who could give

evidence against him.

Calder, you mean?

Calder was no great loss.

My final service to the community, you might say.

What about Alice?

Alice knew it was Dylan's body in the car.

I don't know how.

He tried to blackmail Tony.

You just went along with it?

He's as deep in this shit with Sullivan as I was.

Aren't you, Ronnie boy?

Give me your car keys.

What about Benji Greer?

Who? The guy you dumped in the river.

The half -wit.

He saw me. He recognised me from the papers.

Except he couldn't read.

Too bad for him, then.

Kill four people.

You're a police officer, for God's sake.

And what's that, Rob?

We're just the midget men. We keep the muck off the street. That's all. Listen,

Blair. Quiet!

There's someone out there.

You got the firearms boys out there, Rob?

No. Don't lie to me now.

If I go...

You go.

There's no one there.

I might change the plan, darling.

I think, Dan, I'll have more chance alone.

What? She would have dumped me as soon as she could anyhow.

You think I didn't know about you and lover boy?

Of course, there'll be no widow's pension.

You can't have everything, can you?

You bastard.

That's my girl.

You haven't a hope, you know that?

I've still got a few contacts.

Once I'm out of the country, the high hegions won't try too hard to get me

will they?

After all, I'm just an embarrassment now.

Move back.

You first.

Slowly.

Lock the door.

Tuck it.

Move.

Just tell me you regret it, Blair.

What, getting involved with Tony Sullivan?

That was a long time ago. You'll have to live with your mistakes after a while.

People looked up to you.

I looked up to you.

Yeah? Well, I never paid the bills.

Did it, Rob?

Get in. You're driving.

I'm James Dillon's daughter.

Patricia, the gun.

I don't think so.

I promise you, you'll be punished for what he's done.

What are you going to do, Chief Inspector? Lock him up? It's not enough.

And if you end up spending your entire life locked up, what's that going to

achieve?

Will that bring back your father or your mother?

Patricia, you're not a killer.

I killed Tony Sullivan, didn't I?

No. Sullivan's still alive.

But he'll go to jail.

But if you pull that trigger now, well, that's deliberate murder.

That just makes you the same as him.

Come on.

Do it if you're going to.

It's your time, Mike.

What were you going to do, Ronnie?

Wait for Siobhan to come running back to you with Blair's pension?

So, how did you know it was your father's body in that car?

The same way Alice did.

The paper said that MacDonald's wife identified the body from a fracture to

left leg. Dad broke his leg a year before he went to prison.

MacDonald must have remembered.

Don't worry.

They'll get what's coming to them.

Think so?

MacDonald and Sullivan will get life, for sure.

Exactly.

Life. For so many deaths.

You don't get justice in the courts.

I've spent enough time in them to know that much.

Good morning.

Morning. How are you?

I'm well.

How are you?

I'm fine, thanks.

Hey, Robbie Roth.

And you are?

Holmes. Complaint and discipline.

Holmes? What, as in, uh... Brian.

Oh.

I, uh, I didn't think you'd still be around.

Now that you've found MacDonald, the investigation's back on, so it looks

I'm going to be here for some time.

Good. Great.

Must they all get together for dinner one night?

Yeah, why not?

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