All language subtitles for Taggart s27e01 IOU.eng

Come on, Doc Sparks.

Come on.

Come on, baby.

Come on!

Cool enough, bro.

Yes!

Time of death?

Nine, ten o 'clock.

Singular puncture to the jugular. The
wound widens as the blade is drawn.

Killer steps clear and lets him bleed
out.

What can you tell us about the blade?

I need a closer look at the wound. Lab
conditions.

All right, give us five minutes to go
through his pockets and then get him in

the wagon.

Care to say he didn't touch anything?

Spotted the body, then called us.

There's a driver's license, sir.

Craig Williams.

That looks like a work ID, a bank on
Kelvinwood Street.

Any cash?

No. Could be a mug in there.

Well, they picked the wrong guy, if it
was.

Here's receipts for pawn shop.

I don't think he was that flush.

You two go to his work. Stuart and I try
his flat.

See the killer when they have to get his
money's worth.

A great lot of the criminal fraternity's
here.

It's never too late for a career change,
sir.

Look.

Somebody's been living the dream, eh?

The killer did come here.

He wouldn't have walked away with much.

Tell me, what was his position here at
the bank?

He started in general admin, but I moved
him to customer care.

He's good with people.

What do I mean?

I really can't believe it.

How did it happen?

His body was found early this morning,
but we believe that he was killed last

night. But I saw him last night.

You saw him?

We all did.

It was after half -night hack.

We were at the dog races.

Well, Craig certainly liked a flutter.

That's another one.

Identical bet.

Knoxville bell to win, £1 ,500 at five
to one.

Same here.

These will add up to a fair few quid.

Who's bookies are your slips for?

McShane's. So are these.

What other family do you want to be
messing with?

And when was it that you actually saw
him live?

Before the last race, I think.

Going to the bar.

Was he with anyone in particular?

No.

Craig was such a charming guy.

He was very gregarious.

He'd chat to everyone for two minutes
and then he'd move on. Just what he was

like.

Could we see where he worked, please?

I'll show you.

I'll need to tell everybody.

I'll be glad to explain to them.

Was there anyone who took the little
clothes to Craig?

Girlfriend of his?

I don't really keep tabs on off his
romance with Sergeant Reid.

I know he was recently divorced.

Do you have contact details for the next
wife?

They'll be on file.

This is it.

Customer support service officer.

What would that involve?

In a word, reassurance.

We're a traditional company.

Our clients like personal service. They
like paperwork.

They don't do everything online or via a
call centre.

So would you have been handling large
sums of money?

Not in cash form, if that's what you
mean.

Oh, God.

It's a little girl.

The victim's stuff from the pawn shop.

Craig's money worries were about to be
over.

Knoxville Bell romped home. How much are
the betting slips worth?

Forty -five grand.

All to be paid out by McShane Shops.

That can be good for business.

Robbie.

Okay, thanks.

He's got an ex -wife.

Your husband did a lot of gambling then?

Craig?

Living with him was worse than living
with a junkie.

Was he in debt to anyone in particular?

I don't know.

I couldn't go on like that anymore, OK?

That's why we split up.

When did you see him last?

The weekend.

Did he say anything out of the ordinary?

No.

You're sure?

We had nothing to say to each other, OK?

He came to see Beth.

We were still working out the visiting
rights.

And the child support.

There you go.

The boss of that.

Do you want?

You can start by telling us your name.

Jed.

Cheers, McShane. Is this your place?

Aye. Really?

I'm old man's late.

You've got a lot on you now, so... He'll
make time for us.

You're trying to run a business, you.

Aye, I'm sure you're giving Alan Sugar
sleepless nights.

Just get your dad for us, would you,
son?

Yeah,

boss?

That'll be the door lock.

Jackie, remember this.

Sandy Gorman, 42 Hornwood Road, Clyde
Bank.

Will do.

Who's Mr Gorman?

Greyhound trainer.

His dog was favourite last night, but
the boss thinks he might have been

nobbled. By the victim?

That's one way to thot out your child
support.

One way to piss off a bookie as well.

Officer, now I'm explained.

Sorry to keep you waiting, but I got a
course this morning.

DC Fraser, this is Chief Inspector
Burke.

How can I help?

Maybe we can help you.

Sorry? I'm guessing you had a bad night.

You were sung to the tune of... What was
that again, DC Fraser? 45 ,000, sir.

Jed!

Gentlemen, why don't we talk in my
office?

Lead the way.

Bit of an upset last night, eh, Sandy?

Must have been a few angry punters.

Favourite, aye, but favourites don't
always win.

Tried your best, didn't you, girl?

Didn't you, Libby, eh?

Do you know a man called Craig Williams?

No.

He's a good bit of gambling.

No way, then.

I don't associate with gamblers that
frown upon.

Sure it is.

He'll look a bit dodgy, wouldn't he?

I mean, it looked like you were giving
information or taking bribes. That's why

we don't do it.

So you don't recognise this man?

No.

Can you take a closer look?

Fine, fine.

I don't know the guy, right?

Hey, after him for anyway, what's he
done?

He got himself killed last night.

At the dog track.

An awful shame, really. He had a stack
of winning bets on the one race.

Same race that your dog was favourite to
win.

Craig must have been pretty certain that
she wouldn't.

Let me try that bet.

She's a good girl, I told you.

Sure.

There's something not right about that
race, Andy.

You know it.

We know it.

Why don't you have a wee think?

This is a call.

I've been getting calls all morning. All
six shops lost big in a dog race last

night. The race that was won by
Knoxville Bell.

Correct.

If somebody came in and laid down nine
grand, that would have shortened the

odds. But these were spread out across
the chain.

Your managers don't talk to each other.

Any single transaction over 2 ,000 has
to be cleared by me.

And is that common knowledge?

A serious punter might know.

Some serious punter's going to be
getting serious shit kicked out of him.

true. He certainly is not.

We run a legitimate operation, Chief
Inspector.

And look where it's got you.

Somebody's taken the piss.

You're down nearly 50 grand.

Think for a minute, boy, would you?

We're down nothing.

The police are here.

The person that laid the bets must be
dodgy.

Right? The person that laid the bets is
dead.

A man called Craig Williams was killed
last night.

Out at the dog track.

Oh, the wee prick.

Well, you knew him then?

Aye.

Well, I did.

He was an ex -customer.

He was barred from my shops.

Why? He owed me money.

700. He couldn't lay a bet anywhere.

He laid plenty yesterday.

It's a hell of a motive.

The man's already dead.

And you've only just told me about the
bets.

Are you sure about that?

You had absolutely no idea?

None whatsoever.

And even if I had, Chief Inspector, I'm
not a violent man.

I knew your father, Mr McShane.

I didn't.

He was in jail most of the time I was
growing up.

This has been a legitimate, successful
business since the day I took it over.

Come on, darling.

Come on.

Come on.

You see?

You see what happens?

You let people think you're a sucker.

And that's how they treat you.

Why are you so worked up?

You're down 45 grand because of a shit
like Craig Williams.

We're not down a penny.

He's dead.

That muddies the water straight off.

If any family come looking for the
money, we'll see them in court.

Court?

We're not like him.

You're not.

I know.

Where are you going?

Go get your hands dirty.

You wouldn't understand.

What have you done, son?

What are you doing here?

Sandy, Sandy.

When are you going to show me and my
family some respect?

Okay. Thank you.

How was the greyhound people?

They sent their guy to test Libra. Sandy
claims she ran away.

Today? Yeah.

Convenient, eh?

I know the two of you go and help the
poor man find his doggy.

Stuart, we present from the bank, Craig
Williams' computer.

Looks nasty, Sandy.

You're not having a very good week, are
you?

Lost the ray?

Lost your dog?

Lost your balance?

Made that much damage you can do to your
face by taking a little stumble.

I banged it on the door.

So you said.

That's true.

No, it isn't.

Somebody battered you, and we all know
why.

No.

You fixed that race.

And now you're going to lose your
licence. You might even end up in jail.

Go look after your dogs.

Or they'll disappear.

Like Libra.

We need to know what happened, Sandy.

I had to drag her.

What's that?

I killed her, all right.

I shot her in the head and put her on
the ground.

Sir, I've accessed the hard drive in
Craig's PC.

Did he have his fingers in the till?

Not that I could see.

Something did stick out, though.

There's nothing personal on it. No
photos, no emails, nothing.

Either he's the only person in Britain
that never Skyped for five minutes or...

Or he wiped it all off.

There could be hidden or encrypted files
that I can't find. Get the IT guys to

have a look.

Preferably somebody with fraud
experience.

Yes, sir.

Put someone in her food.

Just enough to take her edge away.

Otherwise, she'd have won.

No danger.

And Craig paid you to do it?

Five loudly grand.

Not a lot of money to sell yourself for.

I needed it.

I'll look after all the dogs above
Array.

That doll stood at all costs.

One race, one payoff, and they'd be
sorted.

Yeah, he's handy.

What's this?

Oh, I just heard this.

And more besides.

Who was it?

I can't tell you.

You need to tell us, Danny.

Jed McShane.

I won't press charges.

I won't.

Stuart, tell the boss the machines are
doing things the old -fashioned way.

Hello again, gentlemen.

How can we help now?

It's your son we're here to see.

Well, I'm sure.

Jed, put your phone away.

Okay.

What? Sandy Gorman.

What about him?

You gave him a slap.

Is that a formal charge?

I would like legal representation
present.

What, someone else to hide behind you,
mate?

I'm hiding behind no one.

If you think that old fart will press
charges, arrest me.

But he's no Connie.

Too scared of you, eh?

He's not going to mess with me.

Was Craig Williams scared of you too?

Well, not scared enough.

Trying to rip off my dad like that?

Brave move, that, eh?

A knife against an unarmed man.

If I was going to kill a piece of shit
like him, I'd do it with my bare hands.

For God's sake, adore him, gentlemen,
please.

Nothing would give me greater pleasure.

Unfortunately, the attack in Sandy shows
your family isn't squeaky clean after

all. Look, I've tried to tell you.

Until I heard about the fixed race, I
never gave Craig Williams a second

thought.

Just because I'm getting the IT guys to
do the geek stuff to you, doesn't mean

you have to go round picking fights.

Guy's a scumbag, sir.

He's not my Christmas card list either.

But your dad's right, and if they didn't
know about the race picture... Then

where's the motor?

You know this picture that we're getting
of Craig?

He was a loser, he was an addict.

He still managed to raise nine grand to
lay the bet.

Yeah, but who actually went to the
counter?

If he's persona non grata in McShane's
shops... Let's try his ex -wife.

He came round at the weekend.

Envelopes full of money.

Told me where to go, what to do.

And you did it.

Even though the race was fixed.

We're skint, Mr Burke.

He said we couldn't lose.

Me and the baby aren't going to get the
winnings now, will we?

Probably not.

No.

So where did your ex -husband get nine
grand to bet with in the first place?

I don't know.

Oh, look at that lovely teddy. Thank
you.

Are you showing the man your teddy,
darling?

Okay, he's nice.

Okay,

don't be scared.

What's the key for?

I don't know. I never noticed that.

Where did the teddy come from?

Craig gave it to her at the weekend.

What brings you up here?

Preliminary findings.

And, of course, to see your good self,
Robbie.

Which gives you some idea of how the
rest of my day's been.

Nothing to report, Alice?

No more than we knew at the crime scene.

The sharpness of the blade and angle of
entry means it wouldn't require a great

deal of strength to inflict that injury.

There was one guy involved in this with
a capacity for violence.

Six foot, ten inch stone.

Could have done it.

He's still got a ten -year -old girl.

Aye. He'll let you at your crypt.

Coffee machine broken again?

I just thought I'd come up.

Oh, I'm out of here.

Not having the best of days, huh?

She's not the only one.

You two get back out to the bank.

Why have you got a new lead?

That depends on what Craig Williams was
keeping in his safe deposit box.

I stole lots of things here.

Jewellery, legal document.

And did Craig get a box himself?

I doubt it very much.

But he did have access to this vault.

He may have assisted clients from time
to time.

This is the system. The client keeps the
key, the bank keeps the key. It takes

both to open the box.

According to this, boxes 72 and 35 are
available.

That'll be 35.

Good. Let's give it a try, shall we?

35.

I wonder if I need to talk to legal
about this. If Craig was storing

for a client... No.

You'll find that confidentiality clauses
expire when someone has been murdered.

That could be property of the bank. I'll
need a requisition slip, obviously.

Obviously.

Thank you, Charlotte.

What?

Stuart, Stuart, you can do that.

Well, whatever it is that's on there,
Craig obviously thought it was worth

protecting. Is it encrypted?

No, it's not data files.

I think it's a DVD.

Hurry up, Craig.

I'm getting lonely down here.

Is it on yet?

Oh, it's on all right. Strange Charlotte
never mentioned this.

Some bank manager, eh?

Must

be

employee of the month.

Most places you just get a badge.

The affair is

not something of which I am at all
proud.

Presumably that's why you didn't mention
it.

Even though we were investigating your
lover's death.

Ex -lover.

I ended it last month.

Why was that?

It was a fling.

That Krieg was splitting up with his
wife?

Yes.

Gamblers are only fun to be around when
they're winning.

Did your husband know about the fling?

Absolutely not.

Maybe we should ask him.

If you must.

I'll give you the number of his hotel
room in Singapore.

He travels a lot on business.

And what about Craig?

He just accepted you were ending it.

Some people just won't take no for an
answer.

I hardly think I was the love of his
life.

Well, I thought enough of you to keep a
little souvenir of your time together.

That night was a little... wild.

We'd been to a casino and then on to a
card game on the south side.

Craig was winning.

We were drunk and full of adrenaline.

I'd have agreed to almost anything.

She's a cool customer, eh?

Some may call it grief under pressure.

You reckon?

She's trying to protect her marriage,
her career.

Maybe she killed Craig for the same
reason.

Robbie, if everyone who slept with the
wrong person murdered them, we'd be up

rising dead bodies.

And you'd be doing life somewhere.

She was shagging a low -level employee,
that's all.

She might get a couple of people in the
office snigging behind her back.

Well, she didn't seem that intimidated
about us watching the DVD.

I don't think she'll worry about some
gossip.

All right, well, if sex isn't enough,
what about money?

Could you have been bankrolling Craig's
race -fixing scam?

Go back in there and try the financial
angle.

She'll probably think you don't know
what you're talking about and lower her

guard.

I need to speak to you again.

The day before he died, Craig gambled
with £9 ,000.

I've seen him win and lose that kind of
money before.

But when you split up, he'd been on a
bit of an unlucky run.

Disaster.

So where do you get £9 ,000 to play
with?

Not from me, if that's what you're
implying.

You've been careful.

Well off.

And married, with joint accounts.

I think I'd have trouble explaining that
sort of amount to my husband.

You do work in a bank, senior position,
wealthy client.

Security procedures set in stone.

Yes.

Insurance. We found Craig's bank account
details.

There's a direct debit going out every
month.

The policy's still valid.

And it definitely goes to me.

Legally, you're still married.

Christ.

He couldn't look after us alive.

Does this look bad?

Am I, like, a suspect?

We're looking at every possibility.

Yeah. Well, I didn't kill him.

If I'd known about the insurance, I
might have... You

must think I'm terrible.

You've been through a lot.

When will I get this money?

I need it.

Diane, listen.

I need that money, right?

What's wrong?

What is it?

I just don't want to feel scared
anymore.

I just want to feel safe.

What are you scared of?

Okay, without a murder weapon, there's
only so far I can go with a fatal wound.

Find me the knife, and I'll match it.

Yeah, I'll do my best.

So what am I looking at here? Well, I'd
noticed some slight bruising on the

victim's ribcage. It was retained when
he was murdered.

That's the cool thing.

Turned out they were old injuries.

Timescale? A week, ten days.

The ribs were healing, but two had
actually cracked.

Maybe the sealant had used a knuckle
duster.

Or maybe they wore a lot of rings.

Bling might do it.

You get somebody in, right?

What happened last week?

A guy came here looking for Craig.

Said he owed him money.

Did he give you a name?

Big G.

That's how he kept referring to himself.

Tell your man he shouldn't be messing
with Big G.

He said Craig owed him 40k.

40 ,000?

I would have laughed at him if I hadn't
been so scared.

And did he threaten you?

He threatened Beth.

I begged him not to hurt her, he said.

He said that since I didn't have any
money, I'd have to make

up for it some other way.

I did what he wanted.

Anything to get him out of the house,
away from my kid.

Anything.

It's okay, Diane.

Well, I couldn't go to the police.

He didn't hold a knife to my throat. He
didn't hold me down, but I had to do it.

Do you understand that? Of course I do.

And then today... Today he came back.

What?

He said it didn't matter. Craig was
dead.

I owed him the money now and ten more
for taking the piss.

It's OK, Diane.

He won't bother you again.

Trust me.

Sarah, what are we going to do about
Charlotte Campbell?

She's sticking to her story.

Yeah, well, unless we can prove any
different, we've got nothing to hold her

She can go.

Let her know we'll be in touch.

Right, good work.

Looked like the McShane kid beat up
Craig.

I'm going to bring him in.

Stuart's way ahead of you. You can add
rape to Jed's list of charges.

What a charmer, eh?

Not exactly how Stuart described him.

Where's your son?

Officer, I've already tried to explain.

Can I ask you something?

How does being a sex offender fit in
with the McShane family image?

I'm sure you're mistaken about that.

I don't think so.

And neither do you.

I'll try phone.

I'll advise them to cooperate.

That's the best thing you can do for
them right now.

Believe me.

I'm on your side.

I don't want them getting into any more
trouble.

I hope you haven't come empty handed.

Who found her?

Couple of Neds looking to nick a fat
man.

Certainly got more than they bargained
for.

What kind of state was Diane Williamson
when you left?

Distressed. Distressed enough to stick a
knife into somebody's throat?

Maybe. He forced her to have sex.

Threatened her daughter.

Go back and see her.

You too, Jack.

Great,

that leaves you and me telling his dad,
eh, boss?

Telling him, yeah.

I'm praying to God it's McShane DNA that
they kick in.

Can I see him?

The pathology department, they'll have
tests to run.

Of course.

He was in the car, you said?

That's right.

According to his wife, Craig Williams
owed Jed 40 grand.

Jed was into poker, bare -knuckle
boxing, pit bulls.

Craig ran up quite a tab, yeah.

And the little shit tries to rip me off
to settle his debt with my boy.

Niall, did your son kill Craig Williams?

No.

He wasn't worth anything dead.

Jed wanted the money he was owed more
than anything.

He loved that car, my boy.

In the driver's seat, he said, sat
there,

That's where you found him?

Yes, that's right.

That's where he died?

Mr McShane. I'm trying to get a complete
picture.

You don't want one, sir, believe me.

It won't do you any good.

Maybe I'll decide what will do me good,
Mr Burke.

Maybe that's my decision.

Hi, Anne.

Hi. We thought we'd missed you.

I've been at the park.

The walls were closing in, so I just put
Beth in the pram and started walking.

What about last night?

Who were you?

I'm a single mum.

Where do you think I was?

You were at home.

On your own?

Apart from Beth.

What is it? What's wrong?

The man that came to your house.

That threatened your daughter.

What about him?

He's dead.

Murdered.

God.

You had it coming, though, eh?

Diane, you're not doing yourself any
favours talking like that.

What do you mean?

I mean, you had a motive.

You don't have much of an alibi.

Did you have anything to do with Jed
McShane's death?

No.

If you tell me where he's buried, I'll
dance on his grave.

Did IT have any luck with Craig's
computer?

There's a digital storage website you
visited, but you need a password to get

into it. Give Diane a call.

Find out her wedding anniversary, baby's
date of birth, anything that might help

you work it out.

Boss, are we really looking for two
killers?

I mean, who had motives for Craig and
Jed?

Diane, maybe.

Jed raped her.

Maybe she blamed Craig for making her a
target.

Yeah, and she gets to keep the winnings
and the insurance money.

Wait a minute.

Jed had a habit of intimidating women.

Maybe he went after Craig's posh totty
as well.

Well, Charlotte said she went to poker
games with Craig.

Yeah, part of her walk in the wild side.
Maybe she was there when he lost to Jed

big time. Okay, put his picture under
her nose. Let's see if it gets more of a

reaction than the sex tape.

Sir, Diane's line's dead.

Well, she's had money problems. Maybe
it's been cut off. Yeah, but if we can

work out she might have killed Jed.

Can't Niall McShane think the same?

I'm okay.

He's gone.

Anything early?

Barker's privilege, I suppose.

It's been just a couple of days. I just
want to go home and relax.

Don't worry, we won't keep you long.

Do you recognize this one?

Maybe.

Yes, I think so.

From where?

Craig knew him.

They weren't friends, they just moved in
the same circle.

Gambling circle?

So did Craig owe him money?

Possibly.

I never asked Craig about his death.

Something of a passion killer.

I'm sure.

I'm sorry I can't be of more help.

I don't even recall the man's name.

Well, it's written on a tag hanging from
his big toe just now.

He's dead?

He was murdered?

God.

I think I used to find that world
exciting.

It's not. It's sordid and brutal.

And I'm glad it's behind me.

He was so calm.

He just sat and talked to me.

He said he knew Jed had been here.

Did he threaten you?

Not at first.

He talked calmly and quietly.

He even said he was sorry for what Jed
had done.

And then the phone rang.

And he ripped out the wall and smashed
it to pieces.

That's when I got really scared.

We need to get into that digital storage
website.

Craig could have been swapping emails
with whoever was financing his scam.

Diane was too rattled by Niall's little
visit to help with her password.

It could be anything.

Family pet, mother's maiden name.

No, Craig wasn't that sweet -natured
when he was into homemade porn. Maybe we

start with that.

Blindfold.

Handcuffs. A little PG certificate, I
think, Stuart.

Did he keep calling her on that DVD?

Eh, both, lady.

There you go.

You're a bloody genius, Stuart. It's an
offshore account.

Money transferred.

Single transaction, £15 ,000.

So enough to fix the race. Look at the
authorisation.

CC 1964.

CC... Charlotte Campbell.

Bring her in.

Mrs Campbell.

That's right.

I need to speak to you about your late
colleague, Craig Williams.

She's not fazed by anything, Charlotte,
is she?

Like the boss said, she may get away
with a sex scandal at the bank, but no

embezzlement, no jail.

She made a mistake getting involved with
Craig.

She made a mistake giving him money to
fix the race.

You sound like you feel sorry for her.

No, no.

Because of that, two people are dead.

Him took us out the window, Robbie.

Terrible.

A young man like that, murdered.

Yes, we were all very shocked.

Must have been bad for you, though.

You used to screw him, didn't you?

We had a brief relationship, yes.

Brief.

Casual.

Meaningless. Yes.

Enough to get him killed, though.

Him and my boy.

I don't know what you're talking about.

My boy knew you financed Craig's little
gambling habit.

He wanted pay him. But Craig dead, he'd
come to you.

He'd think you were a soft touch.

But you're not, are you?

All I can say is I'm sorry for your
loss.

He let you walk up to him in his car.

He underestimated you.

But I won't.

Don't you see?

Don't you see?

I'm not going to be exploited and
intimidated by people like you.

I gave Craig money, but it wasn't
enough.

It could never be enough.

And he was stupid enough to think he
could blackmail me.

And you're vile, sick, dead

boy.

He thought I'd be so scared.

He was a nurse.

And you're not much better.

Come into my house.

Drop the knife, Charlotte.

Drop it!

Mr. McShane, this is the estuary.

I'm going to call an ambulance.

I was in my home.

I was protecting myself.

Where were you protecting?

It's all I know.

Yep, this is Detective Sergeant. Would
you like an ambulance, please?

Yep.

Two men dead.

One man critically injured and not a
hair out of place.

Oh, she spent her whole life perfecting
her image.

She was never going to let anything
wreck that.

You need to call her husband.

I'll do it.

Poor guy.

You ought to feel sorry for him.

You can't have known his wife was
capable of this.

I don't think Charlotte had any idea
either.

No idea at all.

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