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Cootsie, away you go home. Shower of no use, master. Away you go home, Cootsie.

Aye, aye, I'm going.

I'll be back either.

Aye, aye, aye.

Come on, Ben.

Let's go home.

Incomers. Stealing our land.

Know damn all about anything.

I'll tell you nothing.

Go to your basket, Ben.

Ray, who can tell me where Fenmore is?

It's a farming country, isn't it?

Yeah, in the middle of nowhere.

Well, these days, the middle of nowhere comes under our jurisdiction.

There was a fire last night in a farmhouse near Fenmore. A man was

fire chief thinks it was deliberate.

Murder? On the ball today, Robbie.

You've got an hour to get your bags packed.

Smell that.

I can't smell anything.

Exactly. Fresh air.

Open field, trees.

Cow pats, nettles, midges.

Nature in the raw.

One of the benefits of centralisation. You get out of Glasgow.

Well, one dod of cow shuck in my good boots and I'm straight back there, sir.

No, no, no. You go back up that road, take the first right, uh -huh, and then

the first left.

Okay, see you later.

That's forensics on their way. You mean the law? All right.

Gemma took a wrong turn.

Are you founders, then?

Graham Barr, Sergeant.

D .T. I. Burks, this is D .I. Ross, D .S. Reed, D .C. Fraser.

You sure there's enough of you?

Let's take a look.

His name's Ian Coote, a farmer.

Took to the bottle after the foot and mouth. He's hardly been sober since.

In there.

Fire brigade managed to stop the fire spreading.

Who called them? Thorley.

Thorley Crawford. Another farmer.

He's on his way home to the smoke.

The door was locked from the outside.

The key's still in the lock.

Well, that rules out suicide, then.

Here she is at last, the crack scientist.

Don't start.

The, um, body's in the house, which is that big building over there. Yeah,

Who's been in? The boss, Jackie, the local sergeant. Oh, and the fire

What, all of them? I don't know.

Right, can I get a list of names?

Maybe.

So, you took the CD group there?

What is in the house? Which is this big building here, I know.

All right, Graham, let's have the benefit of your local knowledge.

What do you need to know?

Well, we could start with whoever might have a reason for killing coots.

Well, they get a bit loud with a drink in them, but there's no reason for

killing somebody.

Do you have any enemies?

No, they're my way of.

Do you have a hall in the village?

No.

It's a local pub.

OK, I want people to come to me.

Stuart, I want leaflets printed through every door in the area, meeting tomorrow

at 5 .30. I want everybody there.

Is there somewhere we can find a bed?

There are two spindles on the street here and one at the end of the corridor.

That's a double.

He's got a think and there's a bathroom down the stairs.

OK, Jackie, you take that one. This one's mine.

You pair don't mind sharing, do you?

Eh, no. No problem.

You must know everybody in the village.

Used to be the case.

A lot of newcomers these days.

The new estate.

We saw it on the way in.

So you knew Ian Coote?

Oh, aye.

Cootsie.

I knew him.

Bit of a shame.

He was always drunk, starting fights.

I barred him twice.

Was he in last night? He was in every night he wasn't barred.

Usual story.

Started shouting at one other punter.

I threw him out.

He was blind drunk.

So what was the punter's name?

Mark Andrews from the new estate.

A man unfortunately died last night in a fire.

I heard.

Coots, wasn't it?

How did you hear?

Did the shop this morning.

Local grapevine runs faster than the phones around here.

You had an argument with him last night in the bar.

He was a drunk.

He was always banging on about something or other. I just tried to ignore him.

He resented the new estate.

It's an us and them situation.

I mean, you try to integrate. Integration is the key. See what I'm

of give and take.

They don't want to know.

We're giving, they're taking.

I understand their fears. They want things to be the same. But things

right?

Not our place to take sides.

Yeah, but they're the ones who are making it like that, you see.

They're the ones causing trouble. We just want to settle in here.

Had you argued with Mr Cootes before?

I've lost count of the number of locals I've argued with.

Mind you, that's better than the silent treatment.

Nothing's worse than nobody speaking.

You said they were the ones making trouble.

The young farmers, they're always up here trying to ruin the place. Speak to

them.

Not that I'm trying to tell you your job or anything.

It just strikes me they're getting out of control.

What time did you leave the bar last night?

When it closed.

I was on my way back to the pub. Saw the smoke.

You saw Mr Cootes leave the pub? Paul threw him out. He was drunk.

I left about half an hour later.

You knew the man well? Known him for years.

He had a bit of a drink problem.

Foot and mouth, done for.

Everybody handles it their own way.

How did you handle it?

Got on with my work.

Did you see anything else?

Anyone on the road? I just saw the smoke.

Came back here and phoned 999.

That's right, lassie.

And you didn't go to the house to check?

I thought it might be the barn. You don't waste time with that.

And what did you do after you'd phoned? Went to my bed.

Weren't you curious about the fire?

Some of us have to get up early.

What have you got for me?

Forensics have finished the search of the house. We found these.

They're two rifle bullets.

Nothing unusual in that. It's a farm.

Well, we haven't found a gun.

We found a secure gun case in the wall, but nothing inside it.

Why would he have rifle bullets if he hasn't got a rifle?

Stuart, take a look at this log.

What do we have?

A Crawford stole the smoke from the fire brigade and went to his bed.

His bed?

He said he had to get up early.

What, he didn't think to go and help?

Didn't seem all that bothered about it.

Hiding something?

Not sure, maybe that's just the way he is.

All right, keep at it. Anything else?

Ian coots his papers.

He was in some serious debt and he was selling off his farm piece by piece to a

land development company.

Get on to that, find out who they are.

All right, I think we'll try a bit of integration tonight.

Come on, Brian, just hand the money over there. I don't have any money. You're

unbelievable. Come on, man, let's see it. Hand the money over.

You said you had enough. I thought I did. Well, you don't have enough, you

play.

Listen, boys, we're busted.

You want an indetective?

No, I've never been much good at happy families.

You sure you don't want to come with me? I'm fine.

You'll miss the maestro in action.

What a pity.

The Italian in me.

What? Makes me feel sorry for them.

Who?

The women, Stuart.

The women.

Thanks. Put it on the room floor.

Well, you can ask for as much as you like. It doesn't mean you're going to

it.

And knock him down with a brick.

Maybe we'll try later on.

Nobody will be trying anything later on.

Was that a threat there, city boy?

You're in the wrong league.

You want to try me?

Right, that's enough.

You, fit.

You lot put a lid on it.

You see what we're up against?

Would that be the strong arm of the law there, Cammy?

Aye, I think he might arrest us for laughing.

Premeditated laughing.

I said put a lid on it. Just down for a city for a fly weekend, is it? Did you

not hear what he just said?

Aye, with his young assistant.

A fickle business, is it? A man died last night.

Is this how you show your respect around here?

Come on.

You got a problem?

Well, sir.

Looks like we've stepped into a private war.

Sir.

You got something?

We found an empty petrol can lying around the back of the house. I'm going

take it back to Gladwell for analysis.

Anything on it? Some smudgy print, but they might belong to the victim.

There were a couple of other fuel cans in the tractor shed.

So what about the door key? Anything on that?

No, it looks clean.

The killer was probably wearing gloves.

All right, thanks, Gemma. Keep us posted.

I'm Crawford. I spoke to your officers earlier.

Oh, yes, you're the gentleman at Calderflower Brigade? It's me.

This is Billy Jemison. This is John Duggan. D .C. I. Buck. This is D .S.

You made any progress?

Our inquiries are continuing.

Word is it was deliberate.

Whose word?

I don't know. Just the word.

Who would want to kill him?

How the hell would I know?

So it was just an accident, then?

They wouldn't be here if it was.

Well, I'm away for my tea.

See you tomorrow, sonny. Aye, aye, sonny.

Night, John.

Good night, then.

I need to feed the

beasts. We really need the money, Thorley.

Hello? Oh, hello, Agnes.

OK, I'll see you then.

Bye.

come to this.

We were living on borrowed time.

In what way?

I mean the farm.

It's never been the same since the foot and mouth.

You had financial problems?

I really don't want to talk about this now.

Yeah.

Yeah, I understand.

I can talk to you later.

OK, common factors.

Two farms have been hit. Who's got it in for the farmers?

How many farms are in here, Graham?

That would be five.

The two you know, Robertson... Young farmer, full of himself.

That's him, and then there's Duggan and Jimmison.

They were in the pub last night with Crawford.

Young Cammy Dodd and Brian Falzer get small holdings.

Robertson's mates. Aye, we saw them too.

OK, that's where we start.

You pair go and see Robertson, get his reaction to this.

Jackie, we'll start at Duggan.

I think the Crawfords have financial problems.

That's something both our victims had in common.

So we're looking for somebody with something to gain from the debt.

Insurance, maybe?

Well, Coote had already cashed in his policy.

What about Crawford?

I don't know yet.

I'd like to give his wife some space.

She mentioned something that they were living on borrowed time.

She's talking about the debt?

Yeah, maybe.

Just got the impression there was something more.

You get the idea that everybody's got a secret round here.

I'm looking for Mr. Duggan.

That's in the dairy.

Over there.

Thanks.

Mr.

Duggan? What's happened?

I'm afraid Mr.

Crawford died last night.

Died? You were with him last night at the pub.

So what's that supposed to mean?

Yourself and Mr. Jimmerson left at the same time.

When did you split up?

Outside the pub, back in back here.

It's the same as Coop's, isn't it?

Sounds like somebody's got round for the farmers.

Any suggestions?

Everyone knows everyone around here.

Everyone gets on, save for a newcomer. Hi, I'm Kelly.

Thank you, sister.

Oh, thank you.

Won't you have a pretty face then?

I would hope so.

So you're a detective then?

That's what they tell me.

Makes a change to see a man in a suit.

Kelly, you done those chickens yet?

Just about to.

I'll see you later.

Yeah, hope so.

So, gentlemen, anything else I can do for you?

Yeah. What can you tell us about Crawford?

He's been around for ages.

Struggling. Seems effective.

Coots was selling his farm. He and Crawford could have been doing the same.

Wouldn't comprise me.

You ever thought of selling up?

My dad left me this land.

I'll never sell.

What did you do when he left the pub last night?

Is that me a suspect now?

I mucked around with the boys.

Then I came home.

Mucked around where?

I don't know. Different places. Ask my mates.

Aye, I will.

Who's friends are your brothers?

Cammy and Brian.

The brainless wonder.

You don't like them?

When Frankie's with them, they just set each other off.

Nothing bad, though. Just stupid kid stuff.

They all grew up together.

Listen, we'll be in the pub tonight if you can think of anything that might

help.

I'll try and think of something.

You might think about bringing a friend.

Thanks for the tea.

What was that all about?

What? Bring a friend.

I couldn't exactly ask you to bring a hunky young farmer, could I?

Cammy, is it?

That's me.

What are you shooting?

Rabbits.

You were in a pub last night with Frankie Robertson. That's right.

Where did you go after that?

That's about Crawford.

Where did you go?

Mucked about with Frankie and that.

Where? Different places. Having a laugh.

And did you have your laugh anywhere near Crawford's farm?

No. So where then?

We went up to Newhouse's.

To do what?

Nothing much. Mucking about.

Till what time?

Early. Three o 'clock I got back.

And did anyone see you at the new houses?

Probably. They're always there, hiding behind their curtains.

Somebody's been buried.

Oh, come on. You're not accusing me, are you?

We just need to account for people's movement.

You saw me leaving the bar.

Just after Crawford left.

I came straight back here, just as well I did.

What happened?

Did you see the mess outside?

We noticed.

Just after I got back.

I heard them. They're young farmers. They do it all the time.

You should report it.

It's a bar. You don't think I've tried?

Can I ask you how you feel about these deaths?

How do I feel?

Well, it's obviously sad.

Sad? I never really knew the men.

I never really got the chance, if you know what I mean.

You seem why.

We'll be in touch.

Thanks for your time, Mr Andrews.

We'll see ourselves out.

One of the farmers was in the process of selling up his land.

Any progress on that?

Yeah. The company's got offices all over the country.

The head office is in Glasgow.

Jackie, you and Stuart find somebody from head office to talk to. Find out

land deals in that area. See if Crawford's name crops up.

Sawley would never sell his land.

Plus, we have a missing gun.

Ian Coote said ammunition, but no gun. We need to find out what happened to it.

Probably just sold it.

Have you got anything helpful to say, Graham?

If he sold it, why keep the ammunition?

Now, this private war between the young farmers and the newcomer.

Yeah, I spoke to Robertson and a couple of his mates.

Seems they went up the new estate after they left the pub.

Yeah, we saw the damage.

I mean, there's resentment there. That's a possible motive.

Yeah, we've got Mr Andrews up to high dough. There must be others.

OK, some door knocking required.

See who else is angry. You can handle that, can't you, Grail?

Don't beat everybody in the estate.

Good. Robbie will give you a hand.

Now, there was another farmer we met in the pub.

Jim. Old Billy.

This place was quite a way away.

You knew both victims?

Oh, I knew them.

Thanks. But no one never stretched to like him.

You think of anybody that would want to kill them.

Oh, I can think of plenty would cheer their passing.

But to kill them?

No.

You come across this guy, Andrews. Oh, I'm aware of him. He likes to make a lot

of noise.

Are you aware that he feels persecuted by the young farmers? He makes himself a

target. If he ignored them, they'd stop.

What do you feel about the new estate?

What's your first name, detective?

Matt. Well, Matt, how would you feel about the new estate?

I think I'd probably resent it.

I don't resent it. It's just a symptom of what happened here.

What happened?

Let me show you something.

This is where my cattle lie.

Foot and mouth.

Watching the fires.

Burned the heart out me.

Did you get your compensation?

It isn't about money, Matt.

It's a way of life. It's about pride in the job, doing it right.

Surely you can rebuild, restock, start again.

How do you start again?

Bring in somebody else's dog.

This was mine.

I took pride in my beast.

You looked in their eyes, and there was history there, generations.

I could look in those eyes and see what my father saw.

And his father afore him.

Would that be your city humour there, Matt?

No, it's just me being an arse.

Why am I here?

We've made some phone calls, Mr Andrews, to the company developing the land

around here.

Apparently they have a representative in this area.

And apparently that's you.

That's my job. What about it?

Oh.

Why didn't you tell us you were involved in the land deal?

You didn't ask me.

You could have volunteered the information.

I don't see that it's got anything to do with it.

You bought land from Coos?

Of course.

It's my job.

You told us you didn't know the man. Socially. I meant I didn't know him

socially.

So, who else have you had dealings with?

That's confidential.

Yes, well, I'm requesting you furnish us with the information, Mr Andrews, of

every land deal you've been involved in or are currently carrying out.

I'd have to clear that with my boss in the city.

Sure.

And you can tell your boss that we can get a warrant if we have to.

What did your dad do?

My dad?

Shipyards. He was a welder.

Shipbuilding?

Dying out, same as the farms.

Yeah, I suppose.

Or the old industries.

He worked there all his life?

There's nothing left of them now.

I got out in the nick of time.

You got out?

It was never really me.

He lined me up an apprenticeship and knocked it back.

So you went to the police?

I found something I wanted to do.

But your dad never approved.

How do you know that?

I had a son.

Have a son.

Other side of the world now.

Haven't spoken to him in ten years.

Never took to the farming.

I thought it would be in the blood.

I thought wrong.

Your dad still alive?

Aye. Do you keep in touch?

He's a difficult man.

You know there's a meeting tonight in the pub.

Oh, I got the letter.

I'll be there.

Good.

You, uh, you want to stand next to me?

I'd prefer to stay here if that's okay.

Suit yourself.

Excuse me.

Right.

Good evening, everybody. Thanks for coming.

We'll try not to keep you too long.

As you no doubt know, two men have lost their lives in the past two days.

And my colleagues here and myself want to make it clear that we'll be looking

your community for help. Some community.

Thank you, Mr Andrews.

We'd like to hear from anybody we haven't spoken to yet who knew the

You'd be lucky to get any help around here. Please, Mr Andrews. Chalk him out.

have a right to be here and I have a right to express my opinion. And you've

a right to hook him in it.

That was a threat. Did you hear that? Can we please get back to the matter in

hand? I demand to do something about this rabble. Sergeant, would you remove

Andrews? Me?

I'll give you a hand.

You've got me all crooked in that city, boy.

Two men have died here!

I don't care what your difference is now. You set them aside.

You set them aside right now and you help us catch this killer. You should be

ashamed of yourself.

We're not the only ones.

Mr Duggan, where are you off to?

I'm now waiting around here to be next.

Why would you be next?

You saw him in there.

Saw who?

I'm saying nothing.

His exact words were, you saw him in there. In the pub? That's right.

So maybe the killer was in there.

He seemed genuinely terrified.

I want the names of every person at that meeting.

Sir!

I think you should hear this.

I sold it this morning.

Ansel's?

Your husband didn't want to sell?

No. But the money was running out.

Did Andrews ever use any kind of pressure?

No.

But you got the feeling he could turn nasty.

In what way?

Just words.

The way he said them.

Nothing obviously threatening, but you got the message.

Did he threaten you this morning, Anne? Not directly.

Same as usual.

Told me out.

Couldn't manage the farm on my own. It was dangerous being there by myself.

I was an easy target.

What will you do with yourself now?

Have you got somewhere to go?

I have a sister in Glasgow.

You'll miss the land.

Too much blood on this land now.

Are you hungry?

Every night, same time?

Was there anyone in the pub tonight that you didn't know?

I knew everybody there.

Excellent. You can help us make a left.

All right, Graham.

Apart from you lot.

Dedication. My favourite thing.

Impressive. We'll do them all tonight.

What? Anybody got a problem with her?

No, sir.

Sometimes I love this job.

On you go. We'll do them in the morning.

All right.

I'm on you.

What are you talking to me?

Playing by me.

Oh, you planning going undercover tonight, Robbie?

Any good.

Hi, Kelly.

Hi.

This is Laura.

Hi. Hi.

Hello, Laura. Can I get you ladies a drink?

Yeah, we're vodka lemonade.

Coming up.

Two large vodka lemonades, pint of heavy and half a shandy, please.

So, thought you might be of some help.

That depends on what kind of help you need.

Oh, let me think.

Mr. Duggan?

Mr. Duggan, are you there?

Keep a couple of hours.

Optimistic? Realistic, mate.

Do you want another drink?

Yeah.

Duggan, an old hand like me, found all his life here.

He suffers from nerves.

Has he got any enemies?

Everybody used to get on round here.

Till the newcomers arrived.

Folk don't like change.

What do you think of Andrews? He's a vulture.

Don't hold back here.

There's that humour again.

Did he ever contact you about the land?

You working, Matt?

I'm interested.

He hasn't reached me yet.

He will.

And what will you do?

Smells like rain.

We better get back.

So it's just you and your dad, then?

Yeah. Mum died a few years back.

And you're stuck looking after him? Oh, I don't mind.

He needs somebody, especially now.

He seems convinced he'll be next.

What makes him think that?

I wish I knew.

He's always been the nervous type, but since the first murder, he's terrified.

Did he know Ian Cootes?

All his life.

They were friends up until the foot and mouth.

Then what happened?

Cootsie went off the rails.

Hit the drink.

We stopped talking to one another.

Thanks for the lift.

Do you think I could come in?

I'd like to have a quick word with your dad.

He won't talk to you.

There's no harm in trying.

Mr Duggan.

Who's that?

It's DC Fraser.

I want to talk to you about Ian Coote.

I'm saying nothing.

You used to be close friends.

Mr Duggan.

Mr Duggan.

I'll try again some other time.

You're in my bed.

Well, you can get in a proper bed then.

She got a bit excited.

You...

Morning, sir.

Morning, Jackie.

You OK?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Couldn't find you anywhere last night?

I was with old Billy Jemison. Had a couple of questions to ask him.

What questions?

How about Duggan?

Is there something you're not telling me, sir?

No.

No, really, just hunches, you know.

So what's your hunch?

Andrews.

You just don't like him? Can he stand up?

I'm trying to help here.

I've tried to persuade him, but I'm afraid he's adamant.

All the papers are confidential.

What's your boss's name?

That deal took months of negotiation.

Negotiation?

Crawford dies and the deal gets made.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, I'm just saying it's a lucky break for you.

Right.

That's far enough.

You want to start accusing me, take me in.

We'll get the lawyer in and do it right, eh?

I'll see through you, Mark. Do you now? Oh, that smooth patter.

I can see what's underneath. What would that be?

Both. Doesn't matter where it is.

The city or the country, I can always spot a piece of scum.

Insults. Good, I'll let my lawyer know. You do that.

We should go. And you'll let him know that I'm coming after you and I'm going

nail you. It just gets better and better.

Sir, we should go.

He was leading you on.

I know that.

So why did you let him?

The man's a vulture.

Do you want to tell me what's going on, Houston?

There's nothing going on, OK?

Thanks, you've been a great help.

The land company have no one working for them called Tony Wilson.

Andrew gave it their false name.

Excellent. Doesn't make him a killer, sir.

How do you fancy a trip to Glasgow?

Does Dolly Parton sleep in her bag?

You and Stuart get inside this land company.

Shake them up. Talk to the boss. Find out how much they know about Andrews.

Now, how are you getting on? Apart from providing a stud service to the local

ladies. Oh, come on, boss.

You know me better than that. Aye, sure I do.

None of these have got alibis for Crawford's murder.

Robertson and Cammy do.

No, they're just covering for each other. No one actually confirmed seeing

up the new estate that night.

All right, you take Robertson.

You seem to have a way in there.

That's part of my plan.

Hiya, Kelly.

Something wrong?

Nothing.

Where's your brother?

He's inside.

Need to ask you something about him.

He claims he was at the new estate the night of Crawford's death. He was.

You were there?

He told me.

Do you believe him?

Well, why would he lie to me?

Why did he tell you?

I asked him where he'd been and he said up at the new estate with his mate.

Did he say...

You umber! Come anywhere near me again, I'll kill you!

Frankie, I've got some questions for you. Do you now? What's happening

you and Andrews?

That's my business.

What is happening between him and Andrews?

Kelly.

It's difficult.

What is?

He's after the farm, right?

And Frankie's not for selling.

He'll never sell.

Yeah. Told him it was his father's land.

Can I ask what happened to your father?

Kelly.

He left.

Left?

I can't talk about this.

Look, Kelly, you know I really like you, don't you?

But it doesn't mean I won't bring you in for questioning.

Do you understand that?

He left.

During the foot and mouth, he just... Upton left us with all the mess.

Where did he go?

I don't know.

He's never been in touch?

It was like he just...

Had enough of us.

He said you were up the new estate the night of Mr Crawford's murder.

You and Frankie Robert.

That's right.

Who else?

It was me, Frankie and Brian.

You got a licence for this thing?

Of course.

Just use it for the rabbits.

Can I have a look?

2 -2.

All right.

I see.

What does that stand for?

I don't know.

I see.

Ian Coots.

Why don't we start off by you telling me where you got this?

I bought it. Where?

A gun shop in Glasgow.

Name and address of the shop.

Stones on Dingwall Street.

Stones keep records of their guns, Cammy. I will check.

OK, I won it.

In a game of cards.

And whose initials are they?

Ian Coote's.

He used to play cards with us, but he never had enough money. So he gave you

gun? Frankie and Brian will back me up. Why did you lie to me, Cammy? I thought

you'd think that I nicked it. Where were you the night of Ian Coote's death?

Wait a minute, I was in the pub. Ask anybody.

Oh, I will.

Let him go.

Check his alibi at the pub and talk to his mates, see if they back him up.

We should talk to Barth first.

About what?

Frankie Robertson's father. He disappeared.

All right, Caroline.

Don't leave us to lie next time.

Thanks, James.

What do you know about Robertson Senior?

Jack Robertson?

There's the story.

We're listening.

He just stopped six.

Took off one day.

Where'd he go?

Nobody knows.

Just disappeared.

He just disappeared?

It wasn't uncommon at the time. During the foot and mouth.

All sorts going on.

Suicide soaring amongst the farmers.

People getting depressed.

People disappearing.

I don't suppose it occurred to you to try looking for him?

I logged him with a missing person.

And where are the records?

Of interviews, steps he took to find them.

There aren't any, are there?

Waste of bloody space.

I need to ask you something, Billy.

Oh, never a good sign when a conversation starts like that.

Jack Robertson.

He disappeared.

That he did.

Any idea where he went?

Let me tell you about Jack Robertson.

He was an odious, selfish man.

Nobody liked him.

Nobody cared where he went.

I didn't ask you what he was like. I asked you where he went. How would I

Come on, Billy, you know who you're talking to.

Wish I could be sure about that.

Which means there's something hidden here.

Always something hidden.

It's time for straight talking, Billy.

It's ending magic.

What is?

Everything.

All of this.

Take it.

While it's still mine to share.

Oh, surprise, surprise.

What?

Andrews is on file. He has previous...

Housing development in the city several years ago.

And for intimidation.

Convicted for six months.

Any violence?

Nothing. We managed to terrify a pensioner.

Why can't you talk about Robert?

Some things are hard to speak.

You should know that.

Me? Your dad.

I'm not hiding anything.

When was the last time you spoke to him?

Years, I'd say.

all day.

Dad.

I'm staying here till they catch him.

The cows need milking.

Come on, Dad. Come out of there.

I could see in his eyes this big disappointment I didn't follow him into

yard.

That's how I felt when my son left.

Took me a while to get used to the fact that he had his own life to live.

And he doesn't keep in touch?

A bit like you.

I can never think of anything to say to him that doesn't start a bloody

argument. Would it kill you to make the effort?

Who's Jack Robertson, Billy?

What makes you think I know where Robertson went?

You said there was something hidden.

I can't help you, Matt.

You know, you remind me of him.

My old man.

I presume that's not a compliment.

You think you know what's best, what should be done, what should be said.

You're as bad as him. Don't you dare stand there and pass judgment on me.

What do you know about me, about this place?

You're a city boy.

You can't even begin to understand anything about this place. People are

and you're standing there feeling sorry for yourself.

I've had enough, Billy. It's you I feel sorry for, Matt. I don't want your

sympathy. I want the truth.

How you doing, Stuart?

Yeah. I got this stuff from Andrew's boss.

He had an impressive CV.

They knew nothing about his past record.

Oh, there's the shot.

It looks like Andrew was thorough.

He did a survey done on all of Cootes' land.

Chopped up into little plots, some of which match the contracts.

And look at this.

Bids.

He made bids on Duggan's farm.

Oh, and approaches to Robertson's.

This is going to make someone very happy.

Hello, Mr Andrews. Mind if we come in?

Why did you give us a false name for your boss?

I didn't want you going to him with all this nonsense.

What nonsense?

All this intimidation crap.

Oh, you mean that crap you served a prison sentence for?

That was just ridiculous.

The jury believed some poor old biddy lived in the same house 50 years could

barely remember a name, let alone her address.

Details you omitted from your CV.

How else could I get a job?

Your movements. The night of both murders.

I was at home.

Alone? Alone.

You any chalk?

In the corner?

What are these videos?

Oh, er, foot and mouth.

The Ministry filmed the files and left us copies.

What are you two off to?

Eh? Oh, just a bit of R &R. Well, that could wait.

You seeing Duggan's daughter again?

Eh, tonight, sir.

Good. Find out everything you can about Duggan. His history, why he's so

terrified. These three young farmers, I want you to go back and see Brian.

Lean on him, see his height.

I'm supposed to be having a meeting with Kelly. Just do as I ask, will you?

OK, boss.

Er...

Highland, please.

Hi,

Jack.

OK, what's going on?

What would you like?

Do you have a gin and tonic, please?

Something's getting to you about this case, isn't it?

What makes you say that?

Oh, I don't know.

Just a hunch.

Ach, it's nothing, nothing.

Important.

Right.

What's that?

It's from Jimmison's land.

What is this thing about you and Jimmison?

Nothing, he just reminds me of something.

So let me get this clear.

On the night of Crawford's murder, there was you, Frankie Robertson and Cammy up

at the new estate.

That's right.

Nobody else? No.

Do you remember what you did?

No, I'd had a bit to drink, you know.

Yeah, you remember clearly who was there.

What was Frankie doing?

I don't remember.

I'll be the drink again, eh?

Look, I don't really remember much about that night.

Brian, you're standing at an alibi for suspect in a murder inquiry.

Now, these are important claims you're making, and you'd better be sure of the

facts.

Well...

We usually hang about together.

Me, Frankie and Cammy, so it stands to reason.

But you can't actually remember what you did or who was there?

No.

Stuart, can we talk about something else? All night, how's your dad? Is your

all right?

Sorry.

So there's nobody in?

Still in the back room. I can't get him to come out.

I don't see why he thinks he's next.

Unless he knows something that we don't.

Does he?

Not that I'm aware of.

Aware of?

Who's there?

Did you ever hear anything about Frankie's dad?

Heard he disappeared, that's all.

Seems kind of strange, don't you think?

Nobody seems that concerned.

I guess.

I know there's somebody there. I can hear you.

What do you want?

Oh, my God. Why does no one want to talk about this?

The man disappeared.

I think that round here, that'd be the main topic of conversation.

I really don't know.

Did something happen to him, Laura?

Oh, my God, no!

I'll take him to a friend's for tonight.

Thank you.

Can I ask about your dad's dealings with Andrews?

Andrews?

Andrews wanted to buy some of Dad's land.

He refused to sell it.

I'd like a word with him.

I'd rather leave it tonight.

All right.

You'd better go.

There's something more here, sir.

I don't know what it is.

Laura gave me the impression that Duggan knows something.

Some secret, and that's why he's a target.

Something hidden.

Okay, Robbie. Take the hero with you. Go and bring in Andrews.

Make sure he's got all his paperwork.

His maps, his file, and his laptop.

Okay.

Andrews is kicking up.

Let him sweat.

Well, this paperwork from Andrew's house doesn't make sense.

What is it?

Well, this is a map of Ian Cootes' land from Andrew's office. And if you look at

Andrew's laptop, same map, but the border here is different.

There's a field missing.

Why would Andrew change it?

He was pretty accurate about everything else.

Shall we get him up here?

No, no, I want to see it first.

Too dark to do anything tonight. We'll check it out in the morning.

Yep, this is it, sir. Just a field, sir.

It's not just a field.

It's a half -ploughed field.

Why?

And why did he stop ploughing here?

What's so special about that spot?

This is male, middle -aged. The charring of the bones indicates the victim's

body was burned.

There's two distinct bullet holes in the back of the skull, which may indicate a

planned assassination.

An execution?

Possibly. So he was shot before he was burned?

Almost certain.

You'll note that the bullets haven't exited from the front, which led me to

suspect a low -powered gun.

And also led me to check inside the skull when I found these bullets.

0 .22.

Not the same size as Cootser's rifle.

He'd still be possible to match the bullets to the board of any rifle.

How old was Jack Robertson when he disappeared?

Eh, 49.

Who is it?

What?

The body in there.

How did I know?

Speculate.

Could be anybody.

Could be Jack Robertson.

Could be.

Tell me about it.

What do you want to know?

Everything.

There's not much to tell.

He was never liked.

He wasn't liked.

And then one day he disappeared and you didn't find that suspicious?

No.

Get out of my sight.

Sir.

Check the land records.

The field's recently changed hands. It transferred from Ian Coutts to Frankie

Robertson. You told us that you, Robertson and Brian were up to new faith

Hayek Crawford's death.

That's right.

You don't want to change your mind about that.

Why should I?

Because of these.

.22 bullets.

We found them in the skull of a body that was buried in a nearby field.

That used to belong to Ian Coutts now belongs to Frankie Robertson.

What's that got to do with me?

Well, you had Coutts' gun.

And if we could match these bullets to that gun, that would put you in the

for murder, Cammy.

I never killed anybody.

So who did?

It was just me and Brian up here that night.

Frankie wasn't there.

He's lying.

And why would he do that?

I thought you were best met.

I don't know why, but he knows I was there.

I kept Dad's room the same, hoping that one day he'd come back.

You think your brother could have killed him, Kelly?

No.

He doted on my dad. They were inseparable.

He's never been the same since he left.

He was a good man.

But nobody liked him around here.

Nobody understood him but me.

It was his farm.

He built it.

After he left, it was my job to keep it going.

Do you know how he died, Frankie?

He's not dead.

He's just disappeared.

We checked your bank records.

Seems they're about to foreclose on your farm.

I'll have to drag me out.

Sir!

Andrews made you an offer, didn't he?

I'll never sell.

I'd rather burn the place to the ground.

Do you make a habit of starting fires, Frankie?

Why did Coots give you the field?

He lost heavy in a game of cards.

He put up a bit of lance. He lost, I won.

He just gave it to you? I claimed it.

He wanted to give me another piece of land, but... the field was perfect.

About 20 cans of petrol, and, eh, we also found his father's watch in the

Looks like it's been in a fire and maybe lying around in the dirt for a while.

All right, get over to Duncan's. I want him in here.

Well, seems like young Frankie's ploughed up his father's remains.

Why won't you help us, John?

I nearly died once.

Because of something you know.

I'm saying nothing.

Whoever tried to kill you is going to try again, you know that. I'll take my

chances.

You're being deliberately obstructive, John.

I'm going to have you charged.

What? You could end up in prison.

What do you think your chances would be there?

I'd rather fight safer there.

Why? Well, he'll never be there.

Who?

Roberts.

Frankie's the killer, isn't he, John?

He'll kill me if I say anything. He'll kill you if you don't, and you don't see

that man! Can he say anything?

What do you know about the field?

I don't know anything. Oh, come on, John, you're out of options here. I'm

nothing.

Bring him in.

What are you doing?

Well, everybody seems hell -bent on doing this the local way. Who am I to

disagree?

What's he doing here?

You can't leave me with him.

Sort it out between yourselves.

He'll kill me.

Is that right, Frankie?

You killed my dad.

Right, I'm going to charge him with the murders of Coutts and Crawford.

Time to start talking, John.

What did happen to Frankie's dad?

It was during the foot and mouth.

Everybody had to declare the cattle to the ministry. Only Jack Robertson saw an

opportunity.

He bought some infected animals, infected his own herd for the

The infection spread to the rest of us. It had to be stopped.

So... Some of us got together and we stopped him.

We killed him.

You killed him?

With Coots's gun.

And you burned him?

And buried him.

Coots was the problem. He lost the field to young Robertson.

Frankie must have got the truth out of him before he killed him.

Who pulled the trigger, John?

There were four of us.

He's coming after us one by one.

Cootes, Crawford, me and Billy Jameson.

He did the shooting.

What are you doing, Billy?

Leave me be.

You know I can't do that.

Let me do it my way.

Keep your distance, Matt.

I don't want you getting hurt.

I know you killed Robertson. Then you know this is what I deserve.

No.

This is not the way to make things right, Billy.

I want you to come with me.

You have me in a cell.

No room to move, to breathe.

Let me go.

What about your son?

You can't do this to him.

I phoned him.

Never told him any of this. Just phoned to say hello.

He was happy.

Look, I understand about the cattle.

I know how it must have made you feel. I'll make sure you've got all the help

you need. Believe me.

The courts will listen.

Now give me the lighter and we'll talk.

Please, Billy.

Go see your dad, son.

Right.

Are you going to eat him?

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