All language subtitles for Taggart s26e02 Grass

That's the roar.

There you are.

Hey, Tick.

That dog of yours one of your rapes
recently?

No. Somebody forgot to tell us the
greyhound.

It's no better than this lot, though.

How come the dead get the best views?

Well, I'm gasping for a pint, 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 a swinger?

Kid. Malky kid.

He'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 for the ditch.

You said that two drinks ago.

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

Eh, come again here when you're ready.

Hate to do 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 a 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 that?

You got any idea, think again, okay?

Monday?

Monday?

Idiot.

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 sealed off. Nobody in,

nobody out.

What's this?

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

Ah, put it on the Whippet Protection
Programme. New name, new kennel, new

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 this.

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 card.

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?

It might be under these cushions.

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

Ah, here we are.

Do you remember her name?

Mandy.

Amanda, something like that.

And they say romance is dead.

We'll 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 finished here.

Robbie.

The names.

Wait.

Robbie, I need them now.

What are you playing at?

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
inquiries.

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 does
never make a profit.

Hope the dogs have had their breakfast.

Look, just you let me deal with him.

He's a touchy character.

Robbie Ross.

Long time no see.

Well, hey.

How's it going?

Fine, fine. How's Carla? Good, eh?

Oh, good.

We're off to Florida next week.

A wee place to have a learn now.

Next to a golf course, I'll wager.

Well, of course.

See if I can get my handicap to another
there now.

Sorry to break up your little chat,
gents.

But maybe we should cut to the chase,
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?

I just needed him to confirm.

Some of your information, that's all.

Oh, it'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.

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 coated 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 gone 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.

DCI Bucks to see Mr Dryden.

I'll keep this short, as the smell of
freshly laundered drug money tends to

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?

A glock 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 Port Cullis for a few

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?

Fine.

Fine.

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 a 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 fed we talked straight away.

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

I'll call you back.

Hi. Mr Hayne? Yeah.

I'm D .S. Reid.

CID. 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 this one?

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 the past behind us.

We were every hour godsenses 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. He

said he 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.

OK.

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.

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?

Yeah. I've been calling.

Oh, you're late.

We'll wake him up.

Drive him then.

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 boss.

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 channels on 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 her 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
account, 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.

Need to do something.

Is that Duffy now?

Yeah.

He's not going anywhere.

Let's give it a couple of hours.

Is there another one in 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 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 apologise.

How are you?

I just feel numb.

Could do with some company.

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

You 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 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.

It's 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.

I feel 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.

Then you can tell him.

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 thought about it this night.

Ladies' night.

Getting free.

Aye, I know.

You sure?

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

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

It's like a cab.

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

You know, women -only drivers.

Uh -huh.

I remember that.

There was 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 Carlin
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.

Miranda,

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 key.

Go home.

I'm a bit tired up by morning.

Well, 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.

Aren't there enough questions that you
ought to find out who did them to

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 to Alan.

Did you know that Duffy had photographs
of her together?

Yeah.

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

Duffy trying to blackmail you.

Is that why you killed him?

William was handy with his fists.

Wasn't just his enemies he liked to
punch.

20 years I put up with it.

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 anything to happen to
you.

I would have dealt with it.

I couldn't trust Duffy to stick to the
bargain.

Then I remember 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.

anything 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.

For 20 years I had work.

Don't you want a family and a future?

I'm offering you a new life.

Did that really mean nothing to you?

Stuart's just taking Carla's statement
now.

Have 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.