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You're not superhuman, Jackie.

I never said I was.

No, but I think you feel just being in this room talking to me is a sign of

weakness.

Can I be honest?

Please do.

I think this is just the powers that be covering themselves.

Got to make it look like they care.

Might get sued otherwise.

What difference does it make?

Why not take advantage of the situation?

Because I see it as a pointless exercise.

It doesn't need to be.

If you can let off steam, talk about the pressures in your life.

What makes you think I've got any?

Everybody does.

And you're in a job where enormous levels of stress are par for the course.

Yeah, exactly.

Par for the course.

Same for all of us.

Whining about it won't make it go away.

You're not whining.

I'm sorry, I need to go.

You know where I am.

Yeah.

Derek McGrath, 56 years old, ran a second -hand boot shop.

His wife found him in his car. She was doing CPR when the ambulance got here.

A lot of medics reckon he was cold. Been dead hours.

So, carbon monoxide poisoning his coat of death?

Look in that way. They were still missing with the upper eye problem work

.20, the usual time.

Nothing from earlier today? Nobody hanging about?

No, it's a quiet street.

If there was something going on, it'd get noticed.

Sorry, folks.

Sorry. Nice of you to join us.

I was with that counsellor woman.

Worth the bloody time. Well, what had to do it, Jackie? Part of the job these

days. Yeah.

What have I got? A possible suicide.

More than possible, I found it in his car.

Lifeline Central.

Let's go and talk to the widow.

Derek did not kill himself.

Mrs McGrath, we appreciate this is a dreadful time for you. He wouldn't do

You don't understand.

Well, we're trying to.

When did you last see your husband?

This morning.

He was going into the shop, as usual.

Did he seem upset or distracted?

It was the normal start of the day.

Mrs McGrath, we found a leaflet in your husband's car.

It was for a helpline that deals with depression and suicidal impulses.

Lifeline Central.

He was a volunteer.

That's what he did with his spare time.

Taught people out of committing suicide.

That's how I know he never... Never... Sorry.

You and Stuart stay here. Keep talking to Mrs McGrath. Get a socket to cover

whole house. Are we ruling out suicide?

I'm not ruling out anything.

Derek McGrath bookshop. Let's check it out.

Look, I'm out of work. I'll need to call you back. New boyfriend?

What's wrong, Jackie?

Oh, things are just going from bad to worse these days.

Doesn't look like he came in at all today.

Well, he could have died any time after she went to her work. Or she could have

killed him before she left.

She said herself.

I want the suicide.

Is this you going through the motions, or do you believe me?

Well, can you think of any reason why someone would want your husband dead?

No. He was a good man.

Is there anything of value missing from the house?

Nothing. You've checked?

I notice.

Is there anything out of place?

Not really.

Anything at all?

Derek's breakfast things aren't in the sink.

I usually have to put them in the dishwasher, but not today.

Dishwasher's still warm.

What difference does it make?

Could be someone trying to get rid of fingerprints or DNA.

Can't see a place like this paying for a house like that.

He made a pile of money in insurance, apparently.

Took early retirement.

The wife reckons this was just a hobby.

I'm getting the impression he didn't exactly keep his nose to the grindstone.

Looks like he kept himself busy on flow days.

Nearly empty.

Get the forensic lads to examine that blanket thing.

I call that a throw these days, boss.

Is that right?

I'm more interested in what it might tell us about any female visitors Mr

McGrath entertained here.

Could be the wife, nipping in for a bit of afternoon delight.

Could be.

Either way, it'll make for an interesting conversation.

So what's the next step, Jackie?

Well, let's get the car down to the station. I'll give the boss a cally.

OK, guys, we need a transporter.

Your account is not available at this time.

Please contact customer support.

Jackie, ask the boss if he wants to meet us back at the station.

Jackie?

Yeah, I'm... I'm not getting a signal.

McGrath had a cosy wee love nest in the back room of his bookshop.

Sofa, champagne.

Half -empty packet of condoms. An affair.

I think it's a possibility.

And if the wife found out? Yeah, but she tried to convince us it wasn't suicide.

Why do that if she killed him? She gave us the DNA swab, no problem.

Nobody said she was a nailed -on certainty. Hold on.

Jackie, there's someone asking for you at the front desk.

Sure, get on to the lab.

Take up that result.

Sir.

Jack Van Reed?

Yes. Detective Sergeant Jacqueline Weed? Yes, is there something I can help you

with? I represent RFP Finance Limited, and I'm here to present you with a final

notice for overdue monies owed in your name to... I've already dealt with this.

...owed in your name to several parties.

They sent a debt collector to my place of work?

That is correct.

It's essential that we put in place a repayment plan.

Would you mind keeping your voice down?

My ex -husband's name's in this.

Certain of the agreements were entered into on a joint basis, yes? Yes.

But the only trouble is, he's dead.

Well, our records clearly show... Well, your records are obviously wrong.

OK. Give me the letter.

You can go now.

Jackie, post -mortem was the cause of death as carbon monoxide poisoning.

There was Rohypnol in his bloodstream too.

Rohypnol? Enough to flatten an elephant.

He was drugged, dumped in a car and left to die.

So where are we going?

Lifeline Central, please.

These people are supposed to be good listeners.

These people are good at talking.

Alone.

It's just about the most frightening word in the English language, isn't it?

But you're not alone.

We're here.

Any time you get low again, just pick up the phone.

You feel worthless inside, but you're not, I promise you.

There'll always be someone ready to help, OK?

Now, remember, we're expecting Derek McGrath to walk through the door

Let's see how they react to the news.

Excuse me.

Can I help?

Do you work here?

Yes, I do.

Are you here for a consultation?

I'm Detective Chief Inspector Buck. These are my colleagues.

Please. Only best if we talk inside.

Clara, everything all right?

Yes, yes. You go home, love.

My husband, he's a warrior.

I'll let you in.

Call me if you want to pick it up, darling.

This is my good time.

The police are here.

Hi, my name's Stephen Gower. I kind of run things here. What can we do for you?

I'd like to speak to all your staff.

Volunteers. No one does this for money.

No offence, man.

You know we can't talk about the callers under any circumstances.

That's not why we're here, necessarily.

Then what are you after?

Well, your name would be a start.

Of course, it's Eric Rogan.

So, what's this all about?

Are you expecting anyone else this evening?

Yes, yes, they should be here by now, actually.

Sorry I'm late.

So, what exactly happened?

Well, I'm afraid I'm not at liberty to reveal details of his death until after

we've completed our investigation.

So, I'm stunned.

I can't believe this is happening.

I'm not going to go to pieces.

Derek wouldn't have wanted that.

He'd tell us to keep answering the phones, leave our personal problems at

door.

Did he have personal problems?

Not that I know of, really.

He was completely devoted to helping people.

You know how rare it is to meet someone like that, Detective Sergeant?

Yeah, I suppose it is.

I just mean he taught me a lot.

How to talk to people.

When it was best just to shut up and listen.

And did Conrad establish a relationship with particular volunteers?

We tend to discourage that, actually.

It becomes a dependency.

It's not very psychologically healthy.

If Derek was helping someone, straight away he knew how to relate to them. What

made them tick?

He'd have been a good policeman.

Did he ever meet with people face to face?

Well, that is frowned upon.

I wouldn't be a bit surprised if he did.

He'd have kept it to himself, though, to stay around with Stephen.

Did they not get on?

Stephen's been doing this for a long time.

He thinks he has a system that seems to work.

And how was your working relationship with Mr McGrath?

We didn't always say eye to eye.

Because he got too personally involved?

You establish a one -to -one relationship with somebody and then your

circumstances change or you get sick or... You die.

I mean, there could be people out there relying on Derek right now.

How are we meant to explain this?

I'll need details of anybody who was in regular contact with Mr McGrath. And I'm

afraid you'll need a court order.

Robbie organised a warrant. A warrant into their phone records.

Oh, and the double fist goes after dinner brandy.

Were you after something in particular?

Wanting an idea of the kind of things you guys deal with?

Well, lots of ways for people to get into trouble.

Thanks.

This isn't going to be easy.

Anyone that called in could have started a personal relationship.

Yeah. Does that mean that anyone that spoke to McGrath could be a suspect?

Hmm?

Jackie, is everything okay?

Yeah. Why wouldn't you be?

Oh!

Do you want me to drive?

I'm going to make a call to you.

Your account has been discontinued.

Please contact your service provider.

Sure, I'll need to borrow your phone.

So that's in both locations, John?

Yeah.

OK, good. Thank you.

Soccer results.

Traces of semen in the back seat of the car and spermicidal fluid from a condom.

For using a car, does that suggest a prostitute?

It's throwing the bookshop test at the same.

More bet on the side than working girl.

Get back out of the house.

Ask Mrs McGrath in the most delicate way possible how she thought her husband

was being unfaithful.

As if she hadn't suffered enough today.

Yeah. Well, that's why you need to be delicate.

Diane, I'm afraid we have to ask you some pretty intimate questions.

I don't understand.

Would you say that you and your husband had a particularly adventurous sex life?

What? What the hell does that have to do with you?

It's just we found some evidence of sexual activity in your husband's car.

The car?

Yes.

And? At his shop.

Good God.

I take it you weren't involved at either of those locations?

No, of course I wasn't.

Are you sure? Yeah.

Yeah, I'm afraid so.

Derek, my Derek, was having sex in his car.

Did you suspect he might have been seeing someone else?

Hang on for a second. I can hardly believe it now.

We know it must be difficult for you.

Oh, no, you don't.

You have no idea.

Or you wouldn't come into my house and spout this filth about...

Oh, God.

Would you like some water?

Yes, please.

I'll go.

Radar.

No, this isn't her phone. She just used it earlier.

She's busy right now. Can I take a message?

Yeah.

Any sign of that warrant yet, Robbie?

Yeah, yeah, it came in ten minutes ago.

Oh, well, let's get on with it, man, for God's sake.

Yeah, I am, boss.

It's made a start on the phone record.

And?

Well, I'm assuming you found something since you look like you've been hit in

the head with a shovel.

I just... I recognise one of the numbers on this list. Someone who called

Lifeline Central.

Spit it out, Robbie.

It's Jackie.

Jackie's number is on this list.

OK, well, I don't think she knew.

No.

If she didn't know, the affair wasn't a motive.

No, she was totally in the dark.

People are secret, don't they?

Well, if there's anything this job tells you.

Listen, Jackie.

What?

Is there anything you need to talk about?

What do you mean?

I got a call for you on my phone.

They said they were from a debt collecting agency.

It's a mistake.

A fair mistake.

I've been trying to sort it out for weeks.

The guy sounded pretty serious.

Just drop it, Stuart.

There's nothing for you to worry about.

Whatever you say.

And not a word to anyone.

Do you understand?

Yes.

Good.

Well, Diane McGrath had no idea her husband was having sex with somebody

If she's lying, she's good at it.

Maybe they can't picture her killing him under a jealous rage. Listen, the boss

wants to see you.

What about it?

Er, he, erm... There was this call... Jackie.

A what?

This is my home phone number.

Yes. So was it... You don't think I called... Jackie. Sir, you don't think I

called this helpline? Somebody did.

Last week, 3am for 20 minutes.

Has anybody else got access to your phone?

No.

Sir, this is a mistake.

A crossed line or a coincidence. Well, that's kind of unlikely.

Don't you think?

OK, Jackie. OK, Jackie what?

It's late. We're all tired.

Go home and get some rest.

Is that an order, sir?

If it had to be.

I think it's time we all called it a night.

Yeah, I've seen it before.

Yeah? The job.

Sometimes people just hit a brick wall.

And you think that's what's happening to Jackie?

Oh, I don't know.

I hope not.

I think she's got things on her mind.

Like what?

Money worries.

I don't want to say too much, because I don't know for certain.

Well, we'll all just need to keep an eye on her, won't we?

You'll shout, by the way.

I think the news about Derek's really starting to get to us.

Of course.

It's bound to.

I'm... going to go home.

I'm no use to anyone here.

Listen, I'll give you a lift.

There's no need, really.

Well, after more questions, though, it may be better to ask you than take one

these guys away from the phone.

You take care, Rachel.

See, I had this image of lonely and desperate people.

People can be desperate and lonely and no one around them would know it.

Derek called it the spiral of despair.

And you'd really feel they can't ask for help except from people like you.

We can't do much in practical terms.

We listen.

We try to offer comfort.

This is me.

Well, thanks for your help.

You're welcome.

Only you didn't ask me much about Derek.

You know, this was more general background stuff.

I can sit and talk for a while if you want.

Seriously, it's not me, it's a friend of mine.

You're concerned?

I don't know.

It's someone who would...

I hate the idea of being worried about or fussed over. You know what I mean?

And you think they're in trouble?

I think they might be.

Well, don't give up on them.

Could be they'll need all the help they can get.

Excuse me.

I live at number 17.

Aye, I'll be there in a sec. No, it's okay.

I'm just a wee bit worried that some of my mail might have gone astray.

I don't see how.

This is my regular route. I drop four or five items at your place most days.

As many as that?

Aye. Mainly junk mines. Stuff you just chuck in the bin.

I've got an issue with some bills.

Aye, you probably chuck them too.

Easy to mix them in with the important stuff when you're swimming chit -a

-floggy alone.

Yeah.

Probably. You should shred it all, though.

You can't be too careful.

No.

No, you can't.

The carbon monoxide was the fatal ingredient.

But the real murder weapon was the Rohypnol used to render Derek McGrath

helpless. Yeah, drug squad reckon that Callum Walker might be the best place to

start. Well, he has the one -stop shop when it comes to illegal substances.

Well, we just want to know who's been buying Rohypnol.

I can't see him coughing up his client list.

Well, he might if the alternatives have in the polish on his face.

Great.

That's the right way to start the day. But not for you. I'm sending Stuart and

Jackie. Of course.

You'll be working on the list of callers from the helpline.

And I'm not to be trusted with that one.

Are you fit for work, D .S. Reid?

Yes, sir.

Then do the job you've been given.

Come on, Robbie.

Angela Boyle called four days ago, spoke for about an hour.

She'll be delighted if he has one, eh?

You excited to come shopping with Mommy today?

Yeah?

Yeah, I called the helpline, but not because I was in a bad way.

I'm sorry if this is intrusive, but why else would you call them?

To say thank you.

For getting me through the bad times?

What sort of bad times?

Oh, about the worst you can imagine.

I was raped, Detective Inspector.

Three years ago.

I see.

No, I don't think you do.

Because I got through that.

I reported it. They caught the guy.

And I stood in a witness box and told a court full of people what he'd done to

me. And none of that made me suicidal.

So what did then?

The bastard walked.

Okay?

Walked free.

and that night I wasn't sure I could go on.

So I made a call.

A few calls, in fact.

And here I am.

Here we are.

Do you remember who you spoke to?

It was different each time.

It's not about a particular person. It's just the idea that someone's there for

you. I see.

Well, thank you for your time.

Why are you so interested?

One of the volunteers was murdered.

Jesus.

Who'd want to kill them?

I think I've worked it out.

It's ID fraud, plain and simple.

Do you think so?

Yeah. I think someone's grabbed some bills from my rubbish, used it to set up

fake credit cards. I think it's been going on for a while. So what are you

to do about it?

I've already spoken to the bank, but I'll sort the rest of it out when I've

five minutes.

You reckon it's just a random thing?

Yeah, it's nothing.

Yeah, but how does that explain his phone call to Lifeline Central?

Yeah, well, there's only one answer to that, and it sounds paranoid on top of

everything else.

Somebody's out to get him.

Mr Walker.

Officers?

Ah, did you see that, DC Fraser?

He knew exactly who he was dealing with, even before we introduced ourselves

properly. Must be a sidekick.

Experience is what I am.

Enough not to talk to you without my legal representation.

You don't need a lawyer.

You're too smart for that.

Running your little empire from your laptop.

Never really touches money.

Certainly never touches drugs.

Drugs?

This is my addiction of choice, officers.

Yeah, we drink a lot of coffee in our line of work.

Oh.

See, there was three shots of espresso in that one.

Strong.

And thick.

And that's just the start.

What do you want?

Information.

Rehypno.

Sometime last week. Who bought it? When?

And where?

Email us.

Bet you made a spare laptop.

Leave me a phone.

Stephen's stains on the floor were a few days old.

Probably happened when he was trying to get rid of the condo.

Same kind of thing at the bookshop.

And apart from that, nothing?

Nothing. It's like the car's been valeted.

Looks like the killer was trying to cover his tracks.

Killer didn't clean this car.

The victim did.

So?

The guy's having an affair.

Now, it's easy to overlook a stain once it's dried. But a long hair?

The scent of perfume.

You've got to get rid of that before the wife clocks it.

Two of you get back out of the house.

Check through his bins, bin bags, hoover bags, cleaning cloths.

There you go.

Derek was forever cleaning his car.

I never dreamt it was because... Diane, is there anything else that comes to

mind about your husband's behaviour?

I don't think I paid him enough attention to notice.

We're in luck.

It's full.

If she ever was in the back seat with Derek, she'll have left something

Oh, hi.

Hello again.

Do you mind if we come in?

I was just on my way out.

Well, we have a few more questions and we'll take it along.

Mrs McGrath, we'll leave you in peace now.

Oh, that's okay. My colleagues are going.

I hope that's not because of us.

No, not at all.

I was glad to use you as an excuse, actually.

All these well -wishers, it can get a bit overwhelming.

So will you be okay on your own?

I'll get used to it, won't I?

Do you get what you need?

We'll soon find out.

We think Mr McGrath was seeing someone before he died.

He was married?

Yes, well, these things happen.

You've got that wrong.

No, Clara, we haven't.

Derek was involved in a textual relationship with someone other than his

Do you have any idea who that person might have been?

No.

We were thinking of the centre, you know.

I mean, an intense environment, people thrown together.

Oh, my God.

You mean me?

Oh, excuse me.

May I get a top -up? No, babe.

These gentlemen are just leaving.

If you're sure you can't help us with this particular line of inquiry... I'm

positive.

Stuart, do any of you have come up with a hair sample?

From the Carvac.

Yeah, they don't think it's Diane's colouring, but it could be either of the

girls from the centre.

Shall we try and convince them to give us a DNA sample? Well, that's easier

than done.

Stuart, can I ask you a favour?

Sure. It's just between you and me.

I don't want Robbie or the boss to know.

OK. Well, someone going through a trauma can hide it from those closest to them.

They feel ashamed of feeling worthless, become secretive, defeatful even.

That's really something to look out for.

Yeah.

Why is that?

Well, usually that means things are pretty far gone.

So what if someone was... Actually, we're here to see Rachel.

I'll just go and get her.

I think we should try and focus on the job in hand.

Don't you?

Yeah, sure, boss, but I mean, they heard the play that Jackie... Yeah, I'm

worried about Jackie too. But the occasion's got to come first, all right?

I know.

Good.

You wanted to talk to me?

Oh, you're looking a bit out of shape than you were last night.

Life goes on.

That's what we're all about.

Still, Inspector Ross fed you in a bit of a bad way.

Were you particularly close to Mr McGrath?

Meaning?

Come on, Chief Inspector, I'm a grown -up.

Were you having an affair?

That's a direct question.

Should make for a direct answer, then. No.

I was not having an affair.

Next question.

Would you be surprised to hear that Derek was being come on?

I've been doing this a long time. I like... Oh, Jesus Christ.

OK, I'll go ahead.

Stephen, Eric!

Not again.

That bastard!

Her husband.

That's it, I'm going over there. Stephen, that's not what we do. Mr

right. You leave him to us.

TTI, Buck. Get me a SWAT car.

You can't keep me here!

I'm going home.

I'm going to go home and really suck that slut out. I'll pull her to the

Is it just me or does that sound like a confession?

Not exactly in full possession of his faculties at the moment.

He's got a motive if he thinks Clara was having an affair with McGrath.

Yeah, he probably just thinks that because he overheard us this evening.

I think we'll just let him flip it off.

So, Clara and Derek were the nighting?

Well, she flat out denied it, as does Rachel.

We might have a way to prove it.

We found a hair strand in McGrath's car.

It doesn't seem to match his wife.

You know, I gave Rachel a lift home last night. She might have left traces in my

car, which we could test against the hair you found.

Do it.

OK, but it'll be morning before the lab get back to us. No, I'll give laughing

boy a chance to sober up.

How's the widow doing, by the way?

Not too bad.

She had a visitor when we were there. She said it was a colleague.

Yeah, she couldn't get rid of him quick enough. A colleague?

Her alibi puts her at work when Derek was killed.

Check it out with her office tomorrow.

Morning, Stuart.

Any luck with the files?

No. I checked your arrest history. There's no recent releases and no one

might hold a grudge.

Are you sure?

Yes.

To be honest, Jackie, I don't see how messing up your credit rating is going

be anyone's idea for revenge.

Yeah, well, I think someone's been in my house.

Really?

When?

I don't know.

Things have been moved around.

There's scratches on the lock. I think it's been picked.

It's not exactly proof, is it?

Yeah, well, tell me something I don't know, Stuart.

Who's the boss?

He's checking Philip Taylor's hangover.

Are you not going to answer that?

Fraser.

I can't remember a thing about last night, you know.

Let me refresh your memory.

You assaulted your wife.

She suffered severe facial injuries and broken fingers where she tried to

protect herself.

He also spoke in violent terms about Derek McGrath.

The recently deceived Derek McGrath.

Barks had got what was coming to him, I believe was the exact phrase.

So did he, Philip?

Did he deserve to be murdered?

No, no, of course not.

What, even if he was sleeping with your wife?

Which he wasn't.

But if you thought he was, a man with your violent temper... I didn't kill

Look, I get a bit wound up when I've had a drink, that's all.

But sober, I know Clara wouldn't cheat on me.

She wouldn't dare.

You seem awful sure about that.

I am.

Same as I know she won't press charges over last night.

I'll be out of here in no time.

You know, there was a time when people in this job would have beaten a

confession out of a suspect like him.

You know, he could be anything, Robbie.

That's just a legal technicality.

God forbid us to make the job any easier for us.

So how's our overnight guest?

Far too comfortable for my liking.

So if Philip walks, where does that leave us? With Diane, maybe.

I spoke to her work. She left office at one o 'clock on the day of the murder.

She told us he didn't go home till five.

Is that enough to bring her in? No.

Get out of the house.

See if any more colleagues turn up. She goes out thick with her.

So what about Mr Walker?

I thought we were going to chase him up about the rehypnol. Oh, you can handle

that, can't you?

Yeah, of course.

Right.

Will you be all right?

Oh, for God's sake, Stuart.

Your wee pal not around today?

I don't need to come in mob -handed for the likes of you.

You should be nice to me.

I was just about to ring you.

Well, I am being nice.

I've saved you the price of a call.

That a hypno was bought by a woman?

Not something you see every day.

When and where?

Friday. You got a description?

You think my operative is going to sit down with a sketch artist?

I think your operative will do exactly as you're told.

People in my line of work don't remember individual customers.

The only reason this deal stuck in the guy's mind is that it was a woman buying

her a hypno.

That not enough for you?

Right.

Okay, good work.

That was Jackie.

Apparently it was a woman who bought the Rohit mill. I think I know who.

Aye, Rachel.

No, Diane.

Well, this DNA report puts Rachel in the car and in the bookshelf. I was sure it

put Diane in the Merchant City with a fancy man.

So we've got two people with a motive.

I'm not sure about your affair with Derek McGrath.

You said there was nothing going on.

Yeah. That was a lie.

Diane, you were shocked at the thought of your husband being unfaithful?

Yes. Because you didn't think he was the type?

No.

I teach in a Catholic primary school.

Do you know what would happen to me if it came out?

How long had you been having an affair?

A few months.

And you're single?

Yes.

Idiot. sex in his bookshop and in the back of his car.

Yes. McGrath never just came out to your house.

We liked, he liked... It was more...

exciting.

More... clandestine.

Sorted might be another word.

When we spoke to you at your house, just...

After you found Derek's body.

You told us you'd just come back from your work.

Yeah.

We checked with your office.

They say you left just after one.

So that leaves about four hours unaccounted for.

You'd like me to account for them now, is that it?

Yeah.

I took a long lunch.

Is that the same restaurant you were in today?

With the same man?

Yes.

And you were there all afternoon?

No.

After lunch we went to a hotel room.

And your colleague, he can verify all this?

He might lie.

He's married too.

I knew you wouldn't understand. That's why I never said anything. No, but I do

understand.

I understand how intense these things can get.

Obsessive, even, you know.

Emotions run high.

Well, yeah, but... Oh, wait.

Wait.

You don't think that... that I killed him?

Well, maybe Derek ended the affair.

He felt used, mistreated, angry.

Oh, no.

Please.

You have to believe me. Why?

Why should I? You've done nothing but lie to him.

Tell us where you were when McGrath was killed.

I was on my way to the shop to meet him.

I saw you there, both of you.

Why would I go there if I'd already killed him?

Great. We've got two women. I've already lied to her, asking her to take them at

their word.

We could speak to Diane's lover, see if her alibi stands up.

And if he lies to protect her?

We need to keep this simple.

The Rohypnol was the murder weapon.

Let's make the dealer remember selling it to either of them.

Photographs? I think we can do better than that.

I saw

you.

Saw me?

One night.

I dropped him off at the centre just as you were getting there.

I never suspected a thing.

Look, I don't think we should be talking.

Surely you and I don't have anything to hide from each other.

What do you expect me to say?

Sorry would be a start.

Right, ladies over here, please.

No.

Nothing like it.

None of them.

Look, the last haircut I'll do is pale, slim.

She had bruises everywhere.

OK, you can go.

Am I getting a lift back?

Aye, cos that's our number one priority.

Poor this man.

Now what?

Pale.

Covered in bruises.

Clara?

I know you've had a tough few days, Clara, but...

Do you have some more questions about Derek?

I understand.

It's your job.

You seemed shocked when we told you that he was having an affair.

I was.

You never felt let down by Derek?

God, no.

I owe him my life.

Really?

How's that?

I made a call one night after Philip had been, you know...

And Derek answered.

I got through it.

Started helping others all because of him.

You know, Clara, we can protect you a lot more if you prefer charges.

I haven't got the stomach for that.

But I am going to leave him.

That's my way of honouring Derek's memory.

Sir, I managed to track down the arresting officer on the Angela Boyle

case. I bet you were popular.

Cops love talking about the guilty ones that got away.

He didn't get away for long.

Lawrence Carpenter, he was acquitted in March, killed in a car accident in July.

Suspicious? He was drunk, already banned and uninsured.

Crashed into a wall.

And a thorough investigation followed, no doubt.

The guy I spoke to wasn't losing sleep over it.

I suppose a son might say Carpenter got what was coming to him.

Not you, though, sir.

Well, wish Helena Rapist who walked free.

Never. All right, then. File it under dead end.

I should go over.

She's staying with family.

How is she?

Not good.

As you can imagine.

She's probably better off without him, eh?

Well, I don't know.

What do you think, Stephen?

Is she better off without him?

In a word, yes.

Only you said you were going to go over.

Sort him out.

Look, I was just angry. I wouldn't have the nerve to actually do anything. It's

not in me. Still.

I'll need to know where you were between nine and ten this evening. On my way

here. We all were.

Yep.

All en route.

All alone.

Look, it's a hit and run, isn't it?

I'd be happy for you to check my car if it'll help. Yeah, mine too.

I won't be necessary.

The car that killed Philip was stolen and abandoned half a mile from the scene

of crime.

Bonto. No incriminating evidence.

then I'm sorry, I don't see how any of us can help you.

We're now dealing with two murders, at least.

At least?

The guy who raped Angela Boyle, Lawrence Carpenter. He died in a car accident.

It could be a link.

Yeah, but does it look like the work of the same person? I mean, McGrath made

you look like suicide, Carpenter.

At least it looked like an accident.

There's none of that with Philip. No attempt to hide that it's a murder.

If it is the same killer, it could mean they're losing control.

No, I'm with Robbie.

It's not just the MO that's different, it's the motive.

Punish the wife -beater, punish the rapist.

Why punish McGrath?

Does it affair?

No, it's hardly in the same league.

All right, different MO, different motive. But they're all linked to

Central. I'm going to go back and talk to Angela.

See what she remembers about the volunteers she spoke to.

Come on, Robbie.

This is a list of cons with Joy riding her car theft in the records.

Goes back years.

Yeah. I asked for that.

It's all the people I've arrested.

And?

Well, if the car that killed Philip was stolen and we cross -referenced that to

fraud... Fraud?

Well, identity theft, really.

What are you talking about?

Well, it's my belief that these crimes are linked in some way to someone who's

got a grudge against me.

My office.

Now!

I'm in charge of this investigation.

Yes, sir.

It's your job to follow any leads that I decide are relevant. Yes, sir. So what

are you playing at?

Why are you wasting time? I'm not wasting time.

I'm sure there's a link. I know there is. I just don't know what it is yet.

Oh, for God's sake, Jackie, I am trying to help you through this bad patch.

Whatever it is, whatever's brought it on, I don't know... Brought it on?

I'm being targeted, sir. You're under pressure. I know.

And I know there's money worries involved.

But I don't... Pardon?

Jackie.

DS Reid! That was helpful.

What do you mean? Talking about the behind my back.

I was concerned. How long have we worked together, Stuart? Whatever happened to

trust? Jackie. Don't you know me at all?

Yes, we do.

And the Jackie we know doesn't stand in the middle of the incident room shouting

at her junior colleague. She doesn't storm out of her DCI's office in the

of a discussion about her professional conduct.

You're not yourself, Jackie. You don't understand.

Someone's messing with me.

They're out to get me.

Listen, maybe you just need to take some time off.

I think that would be for the best.

Take as long as you need.

Let's go, Robbie.

It's like I told you.

I spoke to different people.

Did any of them want to know details?

Details? About your trial. About your attacker.

No.

It was me they cared about.

All of them.

Could you have mentioned Carpenter by name during any of these conversations?

It's possible.

What's all this about?

What aren't you telling me?

Thanks, June.

Look, I'm sorry.

Oh, don't be.

You were worried about me.

Maybe you were right to be worried about me.

We just want what's best for you, Jackie.

Even the boss.

I know.

Carpenter's dead?

Yes.

You had no idea?

None.

Thank you.

You've made my day.

That's not why we're here. No, but if you think I'm going to help you find

whoever did it, you must be insane. This is not just about you, Angela.

We think the same person who killed Carpenter might have killed two other

now. It's not my problem. Including one of the volunteers who probably helped

you through your ordeal. I don't care.

I tried doing things right, obeying the rules, following the system, and it got

me nowhere.

If someone else feels like dispensing justice on my behalf, fantastic.

Thanks very much.

What now?

Did she buy the rehypnol from you? Yes.

Just look at the photograph and answer the question.

Did she buy the rehypnol?

No.

Her?

No.

Her? No.

What about this one?

No. Look again.

No. Well, maybe it's the lighting in here, mate.

Maybe you'll see better down at the station.

What are you going to do, drag us out in front of all the troops?

Are you sure?

Are you sure?

Let's get that gig though!

I can't exactly remember what I said, so I must have been in a pretty bad way.

I wondered if you could ask if anyone remembers me?

Sure. What's your name?

My name's Jackie.

OK, hold on, I'll just check.

Sir, the stolen car that hit Philip checked out. It went missing round the

corner from the pub.

Yeah, it sounds a lot more impulsive, doesn't it?

Usually when that happens, the killer makes mistakes, we get closer to them.

But not this time.

So far, the Rohypnol's the only concrete piece of evidence we've got.

So it's back looking for the junkie who bought it. Yeah, that good old

-fashioned leg one. Come on, we'll start on the east end.

Right, got it.

I'm a police officer.

I haven't done anything.

Then why are you running away?

What?

I just... I don't like police, right?

Yeah, I get that a lot.

But you're different. You panicked and ran.

What are you hiding?

Nothing. Look, if you're shoplifting, I don't care. If you're on the game, I

don't care.

I'm not.

All I want to know is if you bought anything other than heroin in the last

What do you mean?

I think you know exactly what I mean.

I'm talking about Rohypnol.

Me? That?

No way. Don't lie to me.

It wasn't for me.

So who was it for?

Come on, who did you buy Rohypnol for?

Just... just... just a guy.

Thanks for seeing me. I know it's late.

That's okay.

Can't really do my job nine to five.

Yeah, well, I don't think I can do my job at all.

What makes you say that?

Things have happened to make people question my judgement.

Myself included.

You're under pressure. So are my colleagues, but they're doing fine. You

compare yourself to others.

There was a call to a helpline.

It was from my phone.

I see.

I don't remember doing it.

Yeah, well, there's other stuff too.

There's death.

Unpaid bills. It's easy to let things get away from you. I'm not like that.

That's just not me.

Well, then you have to ask yourself, what are the other possible

It's like as if I'm being singled out.

Punished.

It's strange because it fits with the MO of the case that I'm working on.

Punished for what?

I don't know.

Maybe the killer... Jackie, I'm here to help solve problems, not crimes.

Sounds to me like you're trying to make the case fit with the personal

difficulties you're going through.

Do you see what I'm saying?

Yeah, I understand.

This is about you, not work.

You don't get it.

It's not me in the one hand and work in the other.

What I do is what I am.

We've only spoken a few times, but I did pick that up. I do get it. No, that's

the problem.

If I'm not functioning as a cop, I'm not functioning.

Look, I see all sorts of issues in here.

Alcohol issues, anger, paranoia, depression.

None of that applies to you.

You are under a lot of stress, yes, but like you said, par for the course.

So I should just... One of these days, you are going to be in trouble. You are

going to be close to the edge.

I want you to trust me enough to be able to come back here when you really need

to.

Thanks.

So go on, then.

Get out there and function as a cop.

If that's going to make everything else all right.

Yeah, well, they didn't know everything else, but... I know what you mean.

The guy told her he wasn't going to use their own hypnol on a woman.

Yeah?

She believed him.

Oh, of course she did.

What does she care?

She'd tell her granny if it put a needle in her arm.

Yeah, maybe so.

But he cared.

He felt he had to persuade her.

Communicate with her.

Reach out.

Someone from Lifeline.

I've got the photographs.

Run them by her.

Where's my bag? I need a smoke.

Get a fag. I want an earthquake.

I can't stay here.

I need a hit.

Can... Can you thwart me out?

I can arrange for a doctor to give you a dose of methadone.

OK.

OK. Good.

First I need you to concentrate for me.

Just for a wee while.

I think you can do that.

Aye. All right.

Now, you take your time.

Tell me.

Is this the man you bought the rehypnol for?

This one?

Aye.

Maybe. You sure?

No.

I'm not sure.

Sir. What is it? I found this credit card.

It's got Brian Holmes' name on it.

Jackie's husband?

Yeah.

Where did you get this card?

I said, where did you get this card?

From... from him.

You drink too much anyway.

Hi, dear. I can't come to the phone at the moment. If you leave your message...

There's always lots of empty wine bottles in your bins.

Jackie, it's me.

We've got our man.

It's Rogan from Lifeline.

Robbie and Stuart have gone to pick him up, so your instincts were right all

along. I would have got there sooner if we'd listened to you.

I'm sorry, Jackie.

So get a good night's sleep.

We'll sort out Rogan together in the morning.

Good night.

Carpenter was a rapist.

Philip was a wife -beater.

And Derek, he just... he just had an affair.

Petty, seedy adultery is one thing.

But using the centre to pick up a woman.

Rachel.

Using the work we do to impress her, seduce her.

That was disgusting.

You punish them?

Why punish me?

What gives you the right?

I was sent down.

Not guilty.

You were in prison?

I was on remand.

Three months.

Three months of hell.

And then... Actually, our mistake. You're free to go. I'd remember that.

I'd remember you. I didn't send you down.

No.

Your husband did.

My husband?

All this because of my husband?

You've never really understood hurt, have you?

Never understood being the victim.

Oh, you broke in here.

All this stuff with the debts and the bills.

You used my phone to come in! That's nothing compared to what I went through,

believe me!

I was branded a pervert!

Do you know what happened to sex offenders?

What the other inmates do?

I was an innocent man!

Why are you here? What do you want now?

I couldn't get your husband.

So I got the next best thing.

Now, I need closure.

Could

I

speak to DCI Bert, please?

Yeah.

Hello, sir.

Yeah, sorry I couldn't speak to you earlier.

I had a visitor.

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