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That's the roar.

There you are.

Hey, Craig.

That dog of yours one of your rapes recently?

No. Somebody forgot to tell it's a greyhound.

Soon better than this lot, though.

How come the dead get the best views?

Well, I'm gasping for a fine, so what you got?

Heard anything about an attempted murder outside Wallace's bar?

Eh?

Nasty stuff.

You get names?

Well, I don't like to get involved.

I mean, it's just tittle -tattle.

So you're not going to swing it?

Kid.

Malky kid.

They'll spend it all at once.

Got something else if you're interested.

It'll cost you two grand.

With two grand, you better know who shot JFK.

Meet me here tomorrow.

I'll be working a while.

I'll be the judge of that.

One of the ditch.

You said that two drinks ago.

I was supposed to be going to the gym. Excuse me.

Same again here when you're ready.

I hate to say it, Robbie, but I think we're a bit old for this place.

Speak for yourself.

Don't you get tired of one night's dance?

Nah, do you?

I'm not as desperate as you are.

I'm laughing.

What's that?

It's kebab on the way home. Beat it.

You're a class act, mate.

Hiya. Hi.

Want a drink?

Sure.

What's your name?

Amanda.

What's yours?

Robbie.

You hear something?

See this?

You get any idea, think again, okay?

Monday Monday Monday

Yeah. Can you cancel all my cards, please?

Uh -huh.

And how long to get them replaced?

Okay. Thanks.

I want a common approach, Papa, tonight. Get the area filled off. Nobody in,

nobody out.

What's this?

Take a pic to work, then? It's a witness, Robbie.

Put it on the Whippet Protection Program.

New name, new kennel, new bitch.

Oh, I'm glad somebody finds this funny.

You on a flexi -time or something? Nah, sorry, boss. My car wouldn't start.

Aye, sure. Look, insult my mother, but know my intelligence.

Have a look at that.

Christ.

Aye, not so funny now, eh?

Bring him up to speed, Jackie.

The body was found early this morning. The dog was still with him.

Cause of death, obviously, a single bullet to the forehead.

Any idea?

Yeah, we found a membership for the dog track in the name of Thomas Duffy.

Check to see if it's him.

Let me know what forensics are going to say for themselves.

Find out if we know this guy.

You OK?

Yeah, you wait for the pathologist and I'll check his ID.

Thomas Duffy.

Occupation, sleek as a wee pig.

Formed for theft and assault.

Worked for Portcullis Security, which, as we know, is owned by William Dryden,

Glasgow's favourite gangster.

So, first things first.

If Duffy was a police informant, who would he grasp up recently?

Do we know if he's got a contact in the force?

Not as yet, no.

Well, let's pull the finger out. We can get this one tied up pronto.

Robbie?

Something you want to tell me?

Such as?

You recognised Duffy, didn't you?

Why didn't you say anything?

He's one of my informants.

I saw him yesterday.

And? Well, nothing.

Give me a name, it'd be not worth getting killed over.

But he did mention he had something else.

So tell the boss.

There's a problem.

I picked up a girl last night.

While I was asleep, she stole my watch, wallet, credit cards.

Oh, Robbie.

I think she also took my contact book.

It's got a record of what I pay my informants.

Names, amounts, dates.

And you're sure it's gone?

Might be under these cushions.

At one point we were on the sofa and she was about to give me... Stop.

Too much information.

Ach, we're wasting our time.

It's not here.

There's no reason to think it's got anything to do with Duffy's murder.

What if she gave it to someone?

What if we got into the wrong hands?

How would this girl know what she had?

It wouldn't make any sense to her. Then why take it?

It's all been an accident waiting to happen. Ach, don't use that.

Well, it's true.

All these late nights, a girl in every port.

So I have the odd affirmation, big deal.

Is that what they're calling it these days?

Let's find this girl.

That's my corner.

Right, and the two of you must have come down here about what time?

I don't know, about two.

Okay, let's spin it on.

Here we are.

Do you remember her name?

Mandy.

Amanda, something like that.

And they say Romance is dead.

Why don't we just fast forward this bit, will we?

Do you know how long she was in your place for?

No idea.

Oh, there she is.

35 minutes.

She didn't hang about.

Oh, God, I must have passed out.

Look, if it was planned, she'd have to get that book to somebody before Duffy

was killed. That's unlikely, Robbie.

Is it?

Looks to me like she's had something over.

I don't think Duffy's murder was a coincidence.

Do you?

Right, I'll try and get an ID in the girl.

I'm guessing Mandy or Amanda wasn't her real name.

Could happen to anybody, Robbie.

Why didn't you tell me this before?

Well, I wanted to make sure it really was a problem. All right.

A list of your informants goes missing, then one pops up dead.

How could that be a problem?

Listen, Duffy did mention he had some information that he wanted serious cash

for, so maybe somebody wanted to shut him up.

Is that the best you've got?

You know what your problem is, Robbie?

Your mind's not on your job. You're letting another part of your body do

thinking. I want the names of every informant you've got. Get them to

toot sweet.

We're beneath here.

Robbie.

The names?

Wait.

Robbie, I need them now.

Before you play, huh?

I need to speak to someone. Who?

One of my informants. I'll call you later.

No, no, no.

You had better tell me exactly what's going on, or I'm going straight into

and telling him you're obstructing our inquiry.

Who are you going to see?

William Dryden.

You're joking.

He's one of your informants?

Has been for years. We were at school together.

You've never mentioned this.

It's a mutually beneficial set -up.

He gives me information, I give him... Oh, don't tell me you give him

information back.

No, just turn a blind eye now and then.

And Duffy?

You use Duffy to keep an eye on Dryden?

Yeah, something like that.

Dryden's a moneylender, a drug dealer.

And he knows everything that goes on in this city. Oh, come on, Jackie, it's the

way things work. We both know that. You give a little, you take a little. And if

you make a pact with the devil, you get burnt.

I'm coming with you.

No way.

It's not up for debate.

Doing well for a guy whose business would never make a profit.

Hope the dogs haven't had breakfast.

Look, just you let me deal with him. You're a touchy character.

Robbie Royce.

Long time no see.

Well, hey.

How's it going?

Fine, fine.

How's Carla? Good, eh?

All good.

We're off to Florida next week.

Are you placed over there now?

Next to a golf course, I'll wager.

Oh, of course.

See if I can get my handicap down over there now.

Sorry to break up your little chat, gents. But maybe we should cut to the

Robbie. Aye, this is DS Reid.

She knows about our little arrangement.

Oh, aye.

I need to get a lift of my informant to the D3I today.

Your name is going to have to be on that lift, Billy.

Is this a wind -up, Robbie?

You know that if it came out that I was giving information to the cops, I'd be a

dead man.

Well, someone out there may have your name already.

One of my informants has been murdered.

Which informant would that be?

Duffy.

Tommy Duffy.

You using Duffy to spy on me, Robbie?

I just needed him to confirm some of your information, that's all.

That's garbage.

You've been tamed with that, haven't you?

The only thing we can do, pal, is find out who's got the names and adopt them

before they kill anyone else.

This is unbelievable.

You've put my husband's life in danger.

And all he was doing was trying to help you.

I'm sure Mr Dryden felt the benefits of seeing some of his rivals arrested.

So, how'd they get a hold of the names?

I lost my contact book.

Oh, for Christ's sake, Robbie.

I will sort this out, mate.

I just wanted to give you the heads up.

My boss will want to talk to you.

Boss.

We need to talk.

The press are going to love this.

One of my senior officers cozyed up to the city's ranking gangster.

A man who once used ice cream vans to sell smack to the kids in Easterhouse.

Cheers, Robbie.

You may well have ruined my career as well as your own.

If I can find this girl, I might be able to... You couldn't find your arse if it

sat in your face.

Wait here.

Jackie.

I'll need details of all convictions made and information received from

informants. Could be people looking for revenge.

Dryden.

What else do I need to know?

He was going legit, so I backed off.

Now and then, he gave me a useful tip.

Money changed hands?

No, not with him. He wasn't doing it for the money.

No.

No, of course he wasn't.

How could you be so stupid?

Only protecting the people in my book, you realise that?

You want me to put a car in front of their doors?

You might as well put a target in their back.

Forget it.

I'll keep this short, as the smell of freshly

laundered drug money tends to give me the bulk.

In your case, Attack will not be the best form of defence.

Really? Aye.

Really.

There might be some head cases out there who know you've shot them.

They might even be after your scalp.

But you're going to sit tight.

What? And wait for the big Glasgow send -off?

I could lock up my arse?

No, thanks.

You're safe enough in here.

Says you.

I don't want a gangland war in my hands.

I'm trying to do you a favour.

No, you're not.

You're here to save your own neck, because if this gets out, it'll look bad

your department. We both know that.

And I'm not a pacifist.

Somebody hits me, I hit them back.

Well, there you go.

We do have something in common.

You do something stupid, and I'll come after you.

And if I do, you're going to wish you'd stuck to selling pokey ass.

You're not going out.

What does it look like?

Oh, don't yell at the guys tonight, please.

I can look after myself.

I know that.

I just think you should stay away from Portcullis for a few days.

Carla, if I do that, I'll look scared and guilty.

I'd be as well sending my own death certificate.

What if people know?

Well, that's a chance I'll just have to take.

I never ask for anything.

So for once, will you listen to me?

Since when did you start giving the orders?

I... I...

Sir.

Better be good news.

I have that list of convictions for you.

Anything jump out at you?

Well, Duffy's brother went down for attempted robbery.

In his statement at the time, he made it clear he thought Duffy had grasped him

up. His own brother?

Nice. And there was a young guy called Danny Haynes. He was charged with

assault, but was killed whilst on remand by two other prisoners.

You had my hopes up there.

All I could hear was the sound of hands clutching at straws.

No, not quite.

Haynes' father is a property developer, and Dryden was one of his main backers.

There's the link.

If I was your teacher, I'd be saying much do better.

Well, let me at least speak to the father.

What have we got to lose?

My job.

Now, you won't regret it.

Five per cent of the talk straight away.

Think about what you're doing in our set -up lunch.

I'll call you back.

Hi. Mr Hayne? Yeah.

I'm Deirdre.

It's the ID.

I wonder if we could ask you a few questions about your son, Danny.

I'd rather not if you don't mind.

Can I ask why?

My son went to jail in hearsay.

Died in prison before there was a trial.

A trial which he would have been found not guilty.

You lot couldn't wait to get a conviction. You weren't too fussy who'd

convicted. Does that answer your question?

William Dryden is an investor in this company, is that right?

He would.

Did you know a man that worked for him called Thomas Duffy?

It was Duffy who gave the cops Danny's name.

Said he saw Danny attack a man outside a nightclub.

It's all lies.

So why would he think?

Brian invested in one of our developments.

Trying to go legit.

Wanted interest in his investments straight away.

I couldn't do that.

As a warning to me, he set Danny up.

Just to prove what he could do.

These guys killed my son.

Thomas Duffy was found dead yesterday.

Everything all right, Dad? It's fine. It's fine.

Just get me the brochure so we'll leave Geneva Development.

Go on. It's fine.

Thanks, darling.

Daddy's here.

Yeah.

I'd rather you didn't speak to her. She's not quite over it.

So be fair to say that you wanted revenge.

If I was a lawyer, I'd say that was a leading question.

Look, if you're trying to drag us into this, we've put a pass behind us.

We were every hour God sends us in this.

Fifty chalets and a hotel to build.

I don't have time for revenge. So, if you don't mind.

Thanks for your help, Mr. Hume.

Gavin Duffy?

Not need.

I know you're a cop.

Do you know why I'm here?

My brother, I presume.

I hadn't spoken to him for years.

Not since I got out of prison.

You thought your brother informed on you, is that right?

That's what I thought at the time.

I was upset.

Confused.

I was wrong.

So why are you still not talking?

The only people that liked my brother were the people that hadn't met him yet.

You're making a very good case against yourself, you realise that?

You're forgetting one thing.

My brother worked for Dryden, and you don't mess with him.

It would have been suicide for me to go after revenge, even if I wanted it. You

said you had some information that he thought was pretty valuable.

Do you know what that was?

He wouldn't have told me, even if he did.

Was he involved in fitting up a young guy called Danny Hayne?

Like I said, I hadn't spoken to him for years.

Okay.

Well, have a think about it, yeah.

It might be the reason why he was killed. No.

My brother got killed because people found out he was a grass, and that's

to you, right?

Sad news, I'm afraid, boys.

We had a...

Judas, among us.

Like Judas, he was found in a field of blood.

I just want to say that if anybody else is thinking of making a few extra bucks

chatting to cops, forget it.

Because I don't like it if you do that.

And see him.

I like him.

Imagine what I would do if I don't like you.

So, who wants a game of pool?

Rack him up.

I'm going for a ciggy.

You want company?

I'll be fine.

Just gonna go back.

See you in a minute.

Peace.

Start talking.

Dryden. Same M .O. as Duffy.

Single bullet to the head.

Anybody see anything?

He went out the back for a smoke.

By the time they find him, whoever did it is gone.

Somebody must know his routine.

Looks to me like a professional job.

So, another one -off Robbie's life.

Speaking of which, where is he?

Hey.

I've been calling.

I was asleep.

We're waking up.

Dryden's dead.

Oh, no.

Oh, Billy.

I need to see Carla.

Yeah, we'll have a shower first.

You're thinking of drink.

And just so you know, I've covered for you with a ball.

Carl, I'm really sorry.

I promise you, we'll find out who did this.

Is there anything you can tell us that might help us find out who's responsible

for this?

Billy?

Mention anyone who might want revenge.

If there's anything I can do

to help you, I mean, the funeral or anything,

I'm here for you.

Get the fuck out of my house.

Now, the Haynes, both father and daughter, were at their office the time

Dryden was killed.

Is it possible that they paid somebody else to do their dirty work?

Yeah, it's possible.

What about Duffy's brother?

Gavin Duffy's got an alibi.

He was at home with his wife.

Well, the wife could be lying.

Watch his movements tonight. If he's so much as changed his channel from the

telly, I want to know about it. All right?

Go to find this girl.

She's the key.

Let me do that.

You've caused enough damage.

If you'd kept the trouser snakes zipped up, we wouldn't even be having this

conversation. I don't have to listen to this. You'll listen to whatever I've got

to say.

You're bloody lucky I haven't called in complaints.

Robbie!

Get back here.

Robbie!

All right.

You can piss your career down the stank if you want, but I'm trying to help you

here. It doesn't feel like it.

It feels like you're enjoying having me exactly where you want me. If you want

to stay part of this team, you have to listen to me.

We need to work together to dig ourselves out of this hole. Do you

You don't know anything about what happened to Dryden.

I paid off the money we owed him, and he was out of our lives.

You're trying to set us up again?

What did this family ever do to you?

That's enough, Meg.

That's what I like about you lot.

You don't let annoying facts like whether somebody's innocent or guilty

the way of a good conviction.

No, we just get a bit nervous when two people give each other the perfect

Just let them ask their questions, and we can get back to work.

I want to see your books, your bank accounts, everything.

Why? Just because you didn't pull the trigger doesn't mean you didn't kill

So you better be able to explain any large sums you've spent recently. This

absurd. Oh, don't get all self -righteous with me, Hayne.

You get involved with Dryden in the first place. If you hadn't, your son

still be alive.

Pick on the weakest.

Take the easy option and let the guilty walk free.

Is that your motto, detective?

You don't have to give them anything.

Let them get a warrant.

Sure they don't.

You need to carry something.

That Duffy now?

Yeah, he's not going anywhere.

Let's give it a couple of hours.

Another one of your concrete?

You really think he's our man?

Same person killed both of them.

He does have a motive.

Makes perfect sense to me.

And Cain rose up against Abel, his brother, and flew him.

You hungry?

Could eat something.

There's a good chippy down the road.

Wayne gets a couple of fish suppers.

Do they do mock chops?

I don't know.

Keep an eye on Duffin.

Robbie!

Thanks a bunch!

You lost them. I went for chips.

Where did he go?

I don't know.

He was getting text messages from some girl.

Maybe he went to meet her.

Christ, you're worse than a man's short.

Here.

Check these accounts for irregularities.

If there's any hidden payments in there, I want them found.

You think you can do that without losing them?

Yes, sir.

I've got a good idea where he might have gone.

Don't need to apologize.

How are you?

I just feel numb.

Could do with some company.

I don't want to be alone tonight, Robbie.

I can't.

Not tonight.

I can't complain.

I was the married one, after all.

No, no, it's not that. It's, um...

I have to find out who's got my contact book.

My career is on the line.

Maybe you could come over later.

I don't think that would be a very good idea.

Not at the moment.

Is there anyone else who can come and keep you company?

Funny. We didn't have as many friends as I thought we did.

Do you want to start telling me exactly what the hell's going on?

How long have you been seeing her?

Not seeing her.

A couple of one -night stands, it was nothing.

Does she know that?

Aye, sure.

Same for her. She was bored.

You certainly like to live dangerously, Robbie.

A complicated web you're weaving.

Just having some fun.

Doesn't look like fun from where I'm sitting.

Looks like loneliness.

You can't tell Buck.

Oh, come on, Robbie.

If my position's compromised, he'll suspend me.

Don't do this to me. I can't lie to him.

I need answers.

I need to set this straight.

You're too close to it.

Give me a couple of hours to find the girl.

Any time.

I'm sorry.

I told the police when they came. I can't remember.

She's wearing a black dress.

She's got brown hair, brown eyes, pretty.

Brown hair, brown eyes, pretty.

The place is full of them.

Yeah.

Does that help?

Sorry.

Good work, son. Well done.

You see Robbie in your travels?

No. Is he not here?

Doesn't matter. I'll deal with him later.

Sure, redeem them yourself.

Found some large sums of money in the Haynes business accounts. They look

suspicious. In what way? Looks like they've created a dead man payroll.

Invented an employee and paid them in lump sums.

30 grand in total.

And who's responsible for the payroll?

The daughter, Meg Hayne.

Do you recognise this girl?

She was here on Tuesday night.

Sorry. I sort of busy this night.

Ladies' night.

You getting free?

Aye, I know.

You sure?

I was with her and we left together in a cab.

Yeah. See your Cinderella, like... I wouldn't do it like that, exactly.

Actually, a cab?

There was a girl that turned up in a lady cab.

You know, women -only drivers.

Uh -huh.

I remember that.

There's not that many of them.

Aye,

I think that's her.

You reckon?

Here comes the daughter now.

Oh, she's certainly giving him a hard time.

I can know what that's all about.

Jackie, it's me.

Yes, Robbie.

Good news.

We've got an address for the girl.

You're a ball hair away from your jotter. Where are you?

Boss.

Listen, can you meet me at 44 Catlin Street?

Stay here.

Open up.

Kick it in.

Yeah. Either kick it in or we're both back in the beat.

Well, are you sure you've got the right girl? Well, I've got the right girl.

Yeah.

Amanda, nice to see you again. Morning, my boss.

How long have you been in the game?

I'm not.

I'm an escort.

That's what I said. How long have you been in the game?

I keep them company.

I don't shag them. Who told you to steal my contact book?

I don't know what you're talking about. Oh, now, you're really starting to piss

me off.

I've got you and CCTV handed the book over.

There's two people dead because of what you did. Now, start talking.

I was approached by a woman.

She asked me to steal your contact book.

Name? I don't know.

It was over the phone.

And how do you know where to find me?

She sent a photograph, then called to see where you'd be.

I was meant to make it look like a robbery.

There was a car waiting.

And I had to pass the book to the driver.

All right, let's go. You're under arrest.

Right, Robbie.

You've done your bit.

I'll take it from here.

I need to know who this woman is.

I know already.

It's Meg Hayne.

How would she know about my contract book?

You can ask her yourself tomorrow. Give me her keys.

Go home.

I'm a bit tired up by morning.

What, how am I supposed to get home?

Take a bus.

Yes, sir.

Pick up the handgun.

Thought you'd never ask.

What do you want?

Meg, I need to speak to her.

She left five minutes ago.

I didn't see her go.

She parts her car out of the back.

I know this is a difficult time for you, Mrs Duffy.

But I just need to ask you a few questions.

I've answered enough questions.

It's up to you lot to find out who did them to Thomas.

He mentioned that he had some information for me.

Do you know what it was?

No idea.

Is there a place where he might have kept things?

You know, a special place, a safe, maybe?

A safe?

He kept his training stuff in the spare room.

You're welcome to have a look if you want.

What were you arguing about earlier?

Was it about the money she spent?

What money?

The money she put through the books as wages.

The money she gave Thundie to kill Dryden and Duffy.

Meg wasn't cooking the books.

I was.

I'd been in Gambler's Anonymous for three years.

When Danny died, I started again.

Blame myself.

When I was gambling, it was the only time I wasn't thinking about him.

I used that money to pay my debt.

Why should I believe you?

Check with my bookie.

That's what Meg was angry about.

Can you make a statement to that effect right now?

No.

Sir.

Hi Carla, how are you?

Fine.

Listen darling, did you know that Duffy had photographs of us together?

Yeah.

Well let's not talk about it on the phone. Can you meet me tonight at the

usual...

Duffy trying to blackmail you?

Is that why you killed him?

William was handy with his fists.

Wasn't just his enemy to like to punch.

20 years.

I didn't realise.

If Duffy had given him those photographs, he would have killed both

He didn't care about me.

I couldn't bear to talk to you.

I would have dealt with it.

I couldn't trust Duffy with Dick to the pardon.

Then I remembered that little book you talked about.

I could kill Duffy.

And William.

And you'll all be chasing their tails.

Thinking it was all about revenge.

You do realise I did it for us?

For us?

For me and you, that was just a casual thing. I thought you knew that.

that's ever happened to me.

Care for you.

You know I care for you, but I never meant you to think it was serious.

This is our chance to be together.

I mean, I can sell the house, the businesses, and we can start over.

Florida, even.

Carla, live in the real world. We're not going anywhere.

You're 20 years of hard work.

Don't you want a family and a future?

I'm offering you a new life.

Did I really mean nothing to you?

Stuart's just taking Carla's statement now.

You told the boss about me and Carla.

No, I thought at best it came from you.

They'll be okay.

Just be straight with them.

Robbie, it wasn't your fault.

You don't believe that.

And neither do I.

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