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Think of us when you're lying in your sunny beach.

Bring us back some tequila.

Compadres, all I'm going to bring back is me, lean, tanned, fit.

Happy holidays.

On you go, guys. I'm going to walk.

Hasta la vista.

Sorry.

The victim's a Jack Weavey.

Fifty -seven. Retired businessman.

Still another person in the house with his son, Jamie.

He's stoned out his head.

Looks like a break -in, but... What?

I mean, I've seen worse, haven't I? Oh, no, no, no. It's indigestion. I

shouldn't have rushed those falafels.

Did you say falafel, sir?

Yeah. Hell kick.

Fair enough.

Oh, and as a witness?

Baby? It was found lying on the front porch by Robbie.

Any idea who owns it? No, not yet, but Robbie might have seen something.

The son?

Not getting much out of him. His bedroom's like an opium den.

Even the cats don't.

But he's in his bedside.

His mother, pal?

Joan Ravey. His mother.

Who he says is away somewhere.

Don't think he's taken it in that his father's dead.

Have the paramedics checked him? Apparently he'll be bright -eyed and

-tailed in an hour or two.

All right, Stuart, you check the neighbours.

Jackie, he's got dopey heat here, sobered up.

A bucket of water, please.

Ah, cutting ears.

Hang on in there, mate.

Eh, it's a girl.

Oh, right.

Eh, look, don't get too back with the clothes for forensics.

Sure, no problem.

All right, son, try and remember.

Where's your mother?

Shopping.

She's gone shopping.

Where? Shops.

What do you know about a baby, Jamie?

Well, they're small and they usually result from shagging.

There's a man lying next door in a pool of blood.

Probably your father.

We need to know what happened here. Now go and get dried off.

Robbie,

you saw something?

Yeah, I saw a young woman out there in the street. I didn't get to see her

It was dark. She had her hood up and she was in a bit of a hurry.

Slim build, about five foot seven.

Could be just a passerby. No, no, she was here. She left the baby on the

And you know this how?

She was wearing this really distinctive perfume.

And the baby's shawl smelled of exactly the same perfume.

What's kind of evidence?

It evaporates.

Did you smell the perfume anywhere else in the house?

No, but we've got some on a teddy bear that's just been bagged up.

Are you not supposed to be on holiday?

Yeah, in a few hours.

Aye, aye.

That was the neighbour brigade.

Deal with them, Robbie. I have to talk to the son.

Then get yourself out of here.

Come on, son.

Let's go next door.

Did you see or hear anything?

Was your father alone when you last saw him?

What time was that?

Was the telly on? Was it dark?

We need to get in touch with your mother, Jamie.

Do you know where she is?

London. Our sisters.

The nosy neighbour is John Reed's brother. He lives around the

corner. Are you the organ grinder or another monkey?

I'm Detective Chief Inspector Buck.

You are?

Ron Catherdee, Jack's brother -in -law.

We might need to get in touch with your sister.

Do you have a number?

I do, but she'll be back here in a few hours. She's on the sleeper train from

London.

What happened to Jack?

We can't say yet.

There may have been a break -in. We don't know if anything's been stolen.

Well, I might be able to help you with that.

My daughter wasn't home yet.

She was going out with this tow rag.

Anyway, I came downstairs, took the rubbish out.

This was about 11 o 'clock?

Yes. Then I saw the car.

Green, quite small, driving away.

Did you see the driver?

No.

But I do remember part of the registration.

UCS5. Upper Clyde Shipbuilding.

My husband used to work there.

And Chloe's birthday's the 5th.

Helpful. Very.

Thank you.

Bellany watercolour.

And the raccoon bowl is gone.

Thank you, Mr. Cathery.

Oh.

Jack's Rolex.

Never took it off.

There's one more thing.

A baby was found on the front porch. A baby?

Sorry, I'm confused.

A baby was found outside the front door. A baby? A baby, yes.

Let me get this straight. They took the antique and left a baby? And a man is

dead.

Now, we don't know these incidents are related.

Well, it's a bit of a coincidence, wouldn't you say?

Look, I'm not going to pass judgment, but Jack had a woman in every porch.

He was married to my sister, and Joan was very tolerant of his... Little

dalliances.

But a baby.

We will need to talk to you again.

I'm two streets away.

Oh, er... I think it's best if Jamie spends the night at my house. It's

upset. Fine by me.

Oh, thank you.

Dawn Revy.

Want to meet her off the sleeper. Break the news.

Great.

I get all the good jobs.

Okay, that's her now.

Mrs Weavey? For what?

I'm Detective Darden Wheat.

I'm afraid I've got some bad news for you.

Mrs Weavey, there's something else.

Last night a baby was found at the front door of your house.

Have any idea why somebody would do that?

Maybe.

No, I can't imagine.

Your son Jamie was at home last night when all this happened. Jamie was there?

Is he all right? No, it's okay. He's fine.

Fine.

I was supposed to go to Edinburgh for the weekend.

It was a mate's 21st, but I got a bit wasted and didn't make it.

Who else knew you were planning to go away for the weekend? I don't know.

I don't think you understand, Jamie.

Whoever killed your father knew that you and your mother weren't going to be in

the house.

Shit. Yeah.

So let's go over last night once again.

I was listening to my iPod all night.

I went to get a bottle of Coke and heard my dad arguing.

I didn't see anyone.

You heard someone.

Male or female?

Don't remember.

A wee word of advice, Jamie.

Lay off the jazz woodbine. It brings on early dementia.

Yeah? So what did you do in the 60s? Drank from all her phone.

So you got your coke and then what?

Went back upstairs, listened to my iPod. Until you fell asleep?

Pretty much.

Well, apart from watching Zombie Bride with my mate Davy.

Davy?

Who the hell's Davy?

Jamie, got to nip into work for a while.

Mother'll be home shortly.

Davy? Aye, Davy.

Mrs Revy, have you any idea who the mother of the baby might be?

It's just that the baby's mother may know something about your husband's

I don't understand.

You mean, was Jack seeing another woman?

Your husband was murdered, Mrs. Reedy?

Half the hour?

You know, Jack and I had a good marriage.

I know sometimes he... He always assumed that if a baby

came along, he'd chuck money at the problem and it would go away.

But... Apparently, yes.

What's up?

The police are sniffing around.

So?

So, we don't want them to get the wrong idea.

Do we, Jack?

What's with the boss's dance?

Reached out for one too many pies.

What the hell are you doing here?

Boss, I'm the only one who saw the probable mother of Baby Rose.

Baby Rose?

Yeah, the perfume smelled of roses, sir. Oh, roses. I see, of course.

What is this?

Dante's with Wayne, then you're some kind of Shawnee Indian who's going to

out the killer.

Grow up, you daft bugger.

Stay. Suit yourself.

So, what have we got?

A prune juice.

Here.

Jack Revy was killed by a blow to the head with an ashtray.

Some antiques were stolen, including Revy's Rolex.

Now, there's no sign of forced entry, so how did the killer get in?

Well, apparently Mr Revy left the French windows open to let out the gar smoke.

Approximate time of death?

Between 10 .30 and midnight.

At some point before that, Revy had a visitor.

His son Jamie heard them arguing.

Now, we need to know who that was.

The car seen pulling away?

DVLA pinned it down. A green Peugeot 205 circa 1989.

The last registered owner is a 75 -year -old from Perth who went abroad three

months ago.

I'll look at him. Whoever was driving that car could be the killer.

Also, the woman that Robbie saw near the house.

Now, you think that she left the baby? No, I know she left the baby. She wore

this very strong perfume and it was all over the baby's shawl. And if she was

Jack Revy's lover, that gives a motive.

We don't know the killer and the baby are linked.

No, and for now, everybody's suspect, including all members of the family.

Any joy finding this Davy character?

He can't come to the phone right now.

We'll track him down.

Joan Reavy?

Yep, she boarded the sleeper at Euston last night.

She was on a shopping trip. She's a garden designer.

How'd she take the baby in the doorstep?

She was shocked. She knew her husband played away, so she wasn't that shocked.

DNA results?

We're testing Jack and Jamie Reavy for a match to the baby.

Right. Find the car, check the hospitals for recent birth, eBay for antiques.

Did Revy have any lovers, enemies?

Grill the wife, and Robbie, sniff out the killer.

What's he on?

Prune juice and falafels.

So, apart from your brother, who knew you were away for the weekend?

Only a few people.

My assistant, my son, and my sister, Ruth, who I stayed with in London.

None of them could have killed Jack.

What time did you board the plane at youth?

About 11 o 'clock.

And what did you do until then?

I had something to eat with my sister, and then I went to the theatre.

Jack had got me the tickets for my birthday.

I don't understand why you are asking me all this.

Do you have your ticket?

Yes, I have my tickets.

For God's sake, you met me off the train.

Have some coffee.

I'll go and get my tickets.

How's she doing?

She's wee, but she's a fighter.

Any sign of the mother?

Not so far.

You wonder how anyone could leave such a sweetheart.

Yeah, I know.

You go, kid.

Son.

Somewhere.

There are clothes.

And we found this in the folds of her blanket.

Someone liked her very much.

Gold lockets are only for special girls.

Fraser Hart.

Posh.

Rose, can I find your mummy?

You said at your sister's house in London?

Yes.

But don't take my word for it. Ring her.

This is a murder inquiry.

We need to check everything.

Yes.

And the wife is guilty until proven innocent.

We're assuming your husband's mobile was stolen.

Did he keep a diary?

The phone was his diary.

Well, sometimes he scribbles stuff on the calendar in his study.

I'll show you.

Joan, we need to find out if your husband was involved with any other

Unfortunately, he didn't exactly confide in me.

I know you mentioned earlier that you turned a blind eye to your husband's

philandering, but was there anyone else... My husband's a serial shagger,

could be anyone from here to John O 'Groats.

Jamie. Well, there's hardly a seek for that.

I've probably got brothers and sisters all over the show. Jamie, that's not

helpful.

There were times when I could have happily strangled Jack.

But I didn't.

Did you have any close friends?

My brother.

He and Jack went on fishing trips together.

He might know something.

They were quite close.

The engraving would most likely have been ordered at the time of purchase, in

which case we'll have a note of it.

Love you, is what we're looking for.

How much does all of this cost?

I'd say in the region of £300.

Do we have a result?

One small, very fine 24 -carat locket, inscription love you, ordered on the 1st

of February last year, so it's probably a valentine's gift. Yeah, just tell me

he ordered it.

Mr J. Revy.

But according to the signature, we've collected by Mr. R. Cassidy.

Cassidy Ante.

Okay, thanks.

There was a gold locket hidden amongst the baby's clothing and I've traced it

back to Cassidy.

Okay, meet me at his auntie's warehouse in ten minutes.

Does Davey have a car?

In his dreams.

And do you drive?

No way, man.

Bad for the planet.

Yo, Davey.

Davey, I'm DC Fraser.

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

About what?

You were at Jack Revy's house last night. So?

Well, you might have witnessed the murder.

Get in the car.

Do I have a choice?

You do.

This gets it done quicker.

What can you tell us about this?

Well, it's not an antique.

Yeah, we'll go with that.

A trinket.

Reasonable quality.

Why? Who was it for?

Sorry, no idea.

He picked it up from Fraser Hart eight months ago.

Okay, I think I remember.

Jack had ordered it as a gift for, um, whoever.

I paid for it and picked it up.

It's something I did occasionally.

Avoided any potential embarrassment.

Embarrassment?

For Joan.

You know, finding receipts, presents, that sort of thing.

Excuse me.

Look, I've an urgent delivery to organise. Can we walk and talk?

Last night you mentioned Jack Reevey had a woman in every port. Do you know if

there was anyone special?

Jack was married to my sister, so he was discreet. But about seven, eight months

ago, in his cups, he said he'd got too involved with someone.

It was time to stop.

He'd never leave Jones.

And do you know anything about this someone?

He'd been spending a lot of time in the northeast, fishing.

I think she was from Aberdeen.

Did he ever describe her?

He said she had the voice of an angel.

Meaning? Meaning she had the voice of an angel.

She could sing.

Jack was a sucker for the opera.

He called her his Mediterranean temptress.

So she could be Spanish or Italian.

Dark -haired, perhaps.

Plenty of new plots to go on.

Thanks, Mr. Cafferty.

We'll leave you to your urgent delivery.

So did he smell like the killer for you?

Patronising prick.

Ah, don't get your thong in a twig.

There were opera programmes at Revy's study.

So you got to Revy's place about nine o 'clock.

What did you do then?

Nothing.

Played some music, had a smoke, left.

What time was that?

About half ten.

You see Jack Revy?

No. Did you hear any shouting?

No. Did you notice anything suspicious?

Like what?

A man was killed there last night.

Oh, OK. So did I see someone wielding a bloody axe? No.

So where did you go after you left the Reavies?

Home. And can anyone verify that?

Well, I fell asleep in front of the telly.

A flatmate woke me up about half two.

Where do you work?

Joe's Cyber Hut.

And do I see stuff?

What's in the bag?

A laptop.

Can we see it?

A few bobs were there.

It belonged to a friend.

Who's your friend then?

He's gone abroad. I'm looking after it for him. Look, I would like to just go

now. Is that right?

I'm well within my rights to leave.

If you want to detain me, fine.

I'd like the services of a lawyer.

That's the last of them. Thank you.

Here we go.

Pilar Frances.

Soprano.

Aberdeen. All my love to you, Jack Bezos Pilar.

Okay, thanks.

Pilar Frances, music teacher. Lives in Aberdeen. Not teaching at the moment

because she's on maternity leave. Bingo. I'll drop you off.

Where? The office.

I'm going to Aberdeen. Promise Baby Rosa I'll find her mother. And I will.

No, slow down, Robbie.

Now, whether you like it or not, the mother might be the killer.

Chances are she's no longer in Aberdeen.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, you're right.

Let's talk to Grampian.

Two things, sir. The owner of the Green Peugeot is in hospital in Spain.

He had a stroke.

But his daughter says that he sold the car, but she doesn't know who to.

And they've not registered it.

So now we find it the hard way. And?

According to Jack Revy's accountant, there's £500 ,000 of his money

for. That's a whack of money to go missing.

It's too early to say if it's missing.

He could have opened internet accounts.

But check this.

Seven months ago, Jack Revy transferred £10 ,000 to Pilar Sanchez's account.

She's in Glasgow.

She told her never she was coming here to join the baby's father.

Then they want to know where I got the laptop from.

Said it belonged to a friend who lived abroad.

Good answer.

Yes, but what if we start pushing for a name?

Make one up.

Look, baby, they have absolutely nothing to go on.

Now get a grip, son, or someone might think you've committed a murder.

Hey, this will all blow over.

Go home.

Smoke a pipe.

A Pilar Sanchez was admitted to the Western today by ambulance.

What's her condition?

Well, all they would say was that she'd fainted in the street.

She was in quite a date when we brought her in.

Don't go upsetting her.

No, we just wanted to talk to her.

In here.

Feel her, Sanchez?

They thought his baby was due at any time.

Jack is not the father.

My fiancé, Tom, is.

Is that why you split up with Jack?

Because of your fiancé?

Yes.

But also because Jack's wife came to see me.

Joan Reaver came to see you?

Yes.

She wanted to know how serious I was about him.

What did you tell her?

To go back to her husband.

Jack and I had a very passionate affair.

But I wanted to settle down.

Start a family of my own.

Jack could not give me that.

But he did give you ten thousand pounds.

It was a parting gift.

He was, uh... Okay.

So, could you not? Robbie moved towards Pilar Sanchez and she goes into labour.

Ah. He who dances with wains has not lost magic touch.

I bet you wish you'd gone on that holiday, eh? Right, you're right. Big

staying here.

Pilar Sanchez, yes, he's in the clear.

He's a pilot and was flying over the Alps at the time of the murder.

So who fathered the abandoned baby?

Jack Revy or his son?

DNA results?

This afternoon, sir. And what about this green pugil? Got a call about a

possible sighting in a car park in Motherwell. About to head there now.

Good. Anything else on Revy's finances?

We think he used internet accounts.

Where's his computer?

Any studies, sir?

And was it dusted for prints?

Oh, page one.

Page bloody one. Dust the crime scene.

It was actually locked on the night of the murder, sir.

Keep the cap out.

Apparently it sits on the keyboard and furthered it up.

It was locked until you took Jamie Reeve in.

Thank you, Miss Marple.

Right, get the computer dusted. See what that gives us.

Good

morning,

Mrs Reeve.

I need to ask you a few more questions.

Okay.

Is there any reason why you didn't tell us that you went to visit Pilar Sanchez?

Probably because it was very humiliating for me, meeting the mistress.

I was going to leave Jack.

He was a sex addict.

But we had counselling.

So did the counselling work?

Jack was determined. He said from now on he was going to stick to fast cars and

fishing.

And it seemed to work for a while until... Until?

Well, someone left a baby at our door.

I'm guessing they were female.

Mrs. Reeve, is it possible that Jamie could be the father of the baby?

Jamie?

Oh, now you're just being silly.

Jamie doesn't even have a girlfriend.

Found Easter.

Joe's Cyber Hut.

Let's check for print.

Priority.

All right, Jamie.

My dad's dead.

Somebody dumped a kid at her door.

And the police have moved in. Yeah, I'm great. Okay, just asking.

How's your mum?

Crap. But you know her. Soldier and all.

That your father's?

Yeah, the one mum gave him.

I guess it won't make me wearing it now.

I never saw him without it.

I assumed it had been stolen.

Ron.

How you coping?

Oh, I don't know.

Not very well.

I just met Jamie.

I'd never seen Jack without his Rolex.

The one you gave him.

Take that off at once.

That belongs to your father.

Jamie,

I'm... It's just, it's too soon. It's still his.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I know, darling, I'm sorry.

I'm not up my path.

Jamie?

Jamie, can you get that?

Mrs. Revy? Uh -huh?

My name's Lisa Corey.

Two nights ago, I left my baby outside this house.

So when did you meet my husband?

Two years ago.

I didn't want to come here, but I've had to give up my job. I've got no money.

He didn't give you anything?

Jack wanted an abortion.

I couldn't go through with it, but he promised he'd support me whatever my

decision. And he didn't?

A few months ago.

Gave me £100 to keep me going.

Then nothing.

Stopped answering my calls.

And what do you expect me to do?

If Evie came early, I was on my own.

Have you no family?

I don't want to go into trouble.

I just want Jack Evie to face up to his responsibilities.

You don't know, do you?

What?

Sir, apparently it's urgent.

What is it?

Fingerprint results from Jack Revy's computer.

Give it here.

Also, sir, would you like some birthday cake?

No, I would not like some birthday cake.

What I would like is a suspect picked up.

Fiddling with my own buns.

Can you drive?

Yes. Come with me.

It was very important when you came here with your baby.

Are you absolutely sure that you didn't see anyone?

No. I've never been in this street before. I looked the address up on the

but please, can I see my baby?

Lisa, what happened when you came to the house?

There was a light on.

So I rang the doorbell.

But then I got scared.

So I put the baby down.

And I ran.

I left my baby.

That's your paramedic now.

So angry with him.

Who's that?

That's Jack.

My husband.

Who you slept with.

I've never seen that man before in my life.

David Kincaid.

Your taxi's here, David.

Planning a trip, Davey?

Somewhere nice, I hope.

Oh, the 340 to Bangkok.

I never fancied Thailand myself.

Grub's a bit slimy. I hear their jails are top -notch, though.

Sit down.

Care to explain why your fingerprints are all over Jack Revy's computer?

Do you have any idea where this man worked?

He said he imported wine, travelled a lot.

I don't understand. He even had credit cards with Jack Ruby's name on them. And

where did you meet? Where did he tell you?

Well, I live in Paisley.

We usually met there, in my place, pubs. OK, so apart from being tall and

handsome, is there anything else you can tell me? Shave his head.

He might find 666 stamped on it.

Do you want to hold her?

Yeah.

What is her name?

Lily.

Lily Rose.

Davey and his pal Jacob are accessing Jack Reedy's bank account.

Accessing? Davey's keeping a stooge until his lawyer arrives.

I guess if they were helping themselves.

How much?

It's half a million I'm accounting for.

What if Jack Reedy found out?

It gives them a motive for murder.

You and Stuart go over to Reedy's house. See what you can find out about this

missing money.

Sir. The baby DNA didn't match Jack or Jamie Reeve. So who the hell's

impersonating Jack Reeve?

Davy Kincaid.

Too young.

Ah, but wait for this.

Davy Kincaid's prints were on the book of matches found in the green car.

There's a big gap in your story, Davy.

Now, you say you left the Reeve household at 10 .30, and then you

until your flatmate wakes you up at 2am.

So, can't you fill us in? I told you, I went home and fell asleep.

No, I don't think so.

Why the sudden urge to go on holiday?

Well, why shouldn't I? I've done nothing wrong.

Apart from steal money from Jack Remy's bank account?

Look, no.

Jamie told me he had access to his father's account.

I might have sat there at the computer with him, but I wasn't aware I was

stealing.

What were you doing in the car?

What car?

The one you dumped in Motherwell.

I'm sorry you've lost me. You work at Joe's Cyber Hut?

Sometimes, yeah.

And you're a smoker.

So?

So you clipped up.

Big mistake leaving these matches in the car.

Your prints are all over them.

I've no idea what he's talking about.

No?

Well, let me clarify things for you.

Jack Ravey found out that you were stealing money from him. And you smacked

hard enough to kill him. You jumped in the car, drove off and dumped it in

Motherwell. That should account for the missing four hours.

No. David Contade, I'm arresting you in suspicion of the...

Look, Jack Revey was alive when I left that house.

I've got an alibi.

What a blast.

We're going fishing.

Trying to take our minds off things.

We've gone nowhere, mate.

And your father's Rolex?

Yeah, it's got a cool in it.

Oh, it wasn't stolen then?

No, it's just lying around my parents' bedroom.

Where's your uncle? Hey, chill, man.

Ron's going to get supplies. He'll be back soon.

We know you've been siphoning off money from your father's internet bank

accounts. Mm -hm, that's right.

But I had his permission. It was like a challenge, see?

You want to explain that?

When I was leaving the Levy house, I saw Ron Cassidy arguing with Jack Levy.

Cassidy saw me, told me it was rude to eavesdrop and showed me out.

What were they arguing about?

Money.

Cassidy's going bankrupt.

Why didn't you tell us this before?

Because Ron Cassidy told me not to.

He said the police would just jump to their own conclusions.

Meaning?

Well, he said that him arguing with Jack Reavy made him look like the guilty

party. And the plods would just assume that he did it. And did he?

I never saw the murder.

And why should you do what Ron Cassidy tells you?

Because he knew I'd been playing around with Jack Reavy's bank accounts.

He'd keep quiet if I kept quiet.

So you cut him in to shut him up.

How much do you take?

Half a million?

Think about it, son.

The money.

The matches.

No rush, though.

You're here till light's out.

So now do you get it?

My dad wanted to know how safe his internet bank accounts were.

He asked me to test the security. I got Davey to help.

Davey's the IT king.

Is that right?

So what are you saying?

You didn't take any money? Well, maybe a little bit. Hey, who's counting?

Oh, about half a million.

What?

No, no way.

What?

Yeah, that's right.

Uh -huh. Yeah, and Catherine's on his way here right now. Yeah.

Oh, yeah, and, uh, another thing.

Jamie. was wearing his father's Rolex, the one we thought was stolen.

Huh?

Yeah, OK.

Help yourself to tea and coffee. I'm going out.

Oh, thanks.

Hey, Mrs Revey, we just need to clarify something.

We were under the impression that your husband's Rolex was stolen. Is that the

case? No, it wasn't stolen. It was on his bedside table. Why?

No, it's our misunderstanding.

That's all.

So, I'm to be hung, drawn and courted for a little dope.

And identity theft.

Impersonating Jack Revy?

Yes.

Mayor Maxima Culper.

I used his name for a bit of fun. Fun?

Well, one more girlfriend wasn't going to harm his reputation.

Much fun for Lisa.

My relationship with Lisa ended six months ago.

I did not want a child.

I offered to pay for an abortion.

We know you weren't Jack Revy's house the night he was murdered.

Jack and I had some private matters to discuss.

You were about to be declared bankrupt.

You wanted him to bail you out.

Rubbish. You were angry because he wouldn't give you the money. We argued,

Jack agreed to help.

We had a drink, and then I left.

And when you were having this drink, did you happen to notice whether Jack was

wearing his Rolex?

Yes. As I told you before, he never took it off.

And what about Davy Kincaid?

You see him leave?

Davy heard Jack and me arguing.

I told him not to eavesdrop, and he went back upstairs.

See, the problem is, Davy said he left before you.

I saw Ron leaving the house.

My dad was still alive at the time.

Now, could we be of any further service to you officers?

Oh, yes.

You're coming down the station, and you're going to rot in our manky cell

we get the truth.

Your story stinks!

I've got four high -interest accounts so far.

£190 ,000 withdrawn.

And no way of telling who withdrew them?

That's internet banking.

There's no paper trail.

You get hold of someone's password, you can just tell it yourself.

Sir.

She said the Rolex wasn't stolen.

Is that right?

Okay.

What's up?

The Rolex.

Cassidy claims it was on Mr Reavy's wrist the night he died, but it wasn't

when we found him.

And now Jamie's wearing it. So someone removed it from Jack Reavy's body?

Jamie?

I think we should have a wee look around, Stuart.

Davy's prints could have easily got in the matches in Jamie's room. Then

planted them in the car.

Yeah. And what do you make of it?

Within the Ravey's dry cleaning?

With a train ticket from Motherwell to Glasgow?

And the morning after Jack Ravey was killed?

Well, whoever dumped the car in Motherwell might have taken the train

Glasgow.

We should check the CCTV.

Look, it's perfectly clear. Someone broke into the house, robbed the place

killed Jack. But not you.

No, not me and not Jamie.

What about David?

Very much doubted.

All three of you in the house, maybe you did it together.

And maybe you've got an IQ at room temperature.

Boy, it's time we moved Mr Caffrey to the basement.

Smells when the decor might help to jog his memory. I want a lawyer.

I want doesn't always get.

This is the one we're interested in.

Motherwell Station, 6 or 5am.

Nobody's getting on.

Watch.

John Revy.

You met her off the sleeper. That is the sleeper.

Stops at Motherwell. She never went to London.

No, my guess is she did, but she came home in an earlier train, whacked hubby,

made it look like a robbery.

Used the Peugeot to drive to Motherwell. Then got on the sleeper. Deed done,

alibi in place, met off the train by the police.

She had it all worked out.

Smart cookie.

Bring her in.

You took your husband's Rolex off his wrist after you killed him?

You should have been more careful where you hid him.

I didn't kill him.

You came back to Glasgow thinking your house was empty, killed your husband,

then you drove off in the green Cujo 205?

No. You drove to Motherwell Station, you hid in the car park, until it was time

to board the sleeper? No.

No, I didn't.

Joan, we've got you in CCTV.

Boarding the train that I met you off 20 minutes later.

Why did you kill him, Mrs Revey?

For 15 years, I'd been the dutiful wife.

Pretending I didn't mind his sleeping around while he climbed up the career

ladder.

Everyone thinking, oh, Joan's a saint.

Doesn't even mind that her husband can't keep his dick in his trousers.

Well, I mind it.

I mind it very much.

But you confronted your husband?

Yes.

I can't count the times I begged him to stop.

And every time he promised he would.

And I actually believed him.

But then he'd get careless.

Perfume on his shirt.

Some stupid bitch phoning him at midnight.

Pick a cliche.

Jack invented them all.

So you put up with this for 15 years?

Why kill him now?

Two months ago he announced he was going to leave me.

After all I'd been through, the coward bastard was going to leave me.

So be it.

He could leave.

But on my terms.

She's obviously never had a divorce.

So unless some sleek -it, troop -twisting lawyer gets it off, she's

decorating herself for the next ten years.

And what about the jazz woodbine three still in custody?

Let them sweat.

Serves them right for being cheeky. And, Robbie, take a holiday.

I'm going.

There.

Good news?

Yeah.

End of that birthday cake left.

A cholesterol pit rock bottom.