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I do solemnly and purely declare that as a graduate of the Faculty of Medicine,

I will exercise the several parts of my profession to the best

of my knowledge and ability for the good, safety and welfare of all persons

committing themselves or committed to my care and direction.

Does it matter what you do to me?

I've told you that I will not knowingly or intentionally do anything. I don't

know where it is.

Or administer anything to them to their heart.

I'm ready for any consideration or from any motive whatsoever.

And I further declare that I will keep silence.

As to anything I have seen or heard in the practice of my profession, which it

would be improper to divulge.

Sir.

Sorry for the early call.

You should be.

The moisturizer hasn't even dried in yet.

So tell me you're going to restore my faith in humanity this morning.

No can do.

Sorry. No, I didn't think so.

Just a word of warning.

It's not pretty.

Never is.

You weren't kidding, were you?

Well, I didn't want to get too close, but it looked like the soles of his feet

had been slashed.

A cigarette burned on his arms.

Torture.

Finished off with what looks like a shot to the head.

This feels professional.

Whoever did this knew what they were doing.

Kept them alive till they got what they wanted.

If they got it.

Oh, Robbie.

Hope we haven't dragged you away from something important.

Sorry, boss. I had a bit of a hectic morning.

Well, that's your problem.

Tied with a multi -fold overhand.

It's an angler knot used to tie a hook to a line.

And look, something's been scratched here.

A -D -A -S -T -R.

Let's check that out.

Late night.

Hope she was worth it.

Force of death.

Trauma to the brain caused by a combustion nail gun.

This poor bugger was shot in the head twice.

He wouldn't have known what hit him.

So if he scratched those letters on himself, he did it before he was shot?

Yep, and he did do it to himself.

I found skin and blood traces under his fingernails.

The rope fuse was bog -standard, clean.

The knot was an overhand, also known as a... Gallows knot, I know.

The soles of the feet have been slapped, probably with a Stanley knife as was

his face. Probably.

I know a DNA hit would be much appreciated, but there wasn't a transfer

evidence. Which means our killer wore some kind of protective clothing.

My guess is gloves, spin liners on his feet. It's not all in the business of

guessing, son.

Only the victim's prints and DNA were found at the scene.

I have two things I know about the killer.

He understands that he taught him how not to leave a trace of himself at the

scene. He's done this before.

A gangland thing?

I'm thinking that way.

I want a full report by the end of the day. Can you do that? And don't say

probably.

Definitely.

And that's him in a good mood.

Got an idea on the victim.

Scott Clark.

Recently graduated from university as a doctor.

Oh, that kind of scuppers the gangland theory.

He just got his degree.

He just started work after the hospital.

Yeah, I can't imagine how you must feel.

He was from a special life.

Infectious diseases. He wanted to work in Africa.

You must have been very proud of him.

I couldn't have been more proud.

He was going to leave his mark.

We can do this some other time. No, no, no.

I'm all right.

Could you give her the list of his closest friends?

Lucy Boyd. They graduated together.

I don't know if there was anything romantic going on.

It's hard to tell.

And there's Gordon. I don't know his surname.

She had to fly for a couple of years.

Dr. Boyd. Can we have a word?

I'm busy.

Come on now, Craig.

How much have you had to drink?

We need to speak to you about Scott Clarkson. Is this a good time?

I just heard this afternoon.

I still can't believe it.

Should you be working?

I'd rather be doing something.

Do you mind if I ask? Were the two of you in a relationship?

No.

We went on a few dates in second year, that's all.

His father seemed to think you were close.

I don't know if I'd say that.

I hadn't seen him in a while.

I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but he was tortured.

It usually means one of two things.

They were taking revenge, or they wanted information.

Can you shed any light on which it might have been?

Sorry.

I don't know what he got himself involved in.

All I can say is that his behaviour was a bit...

Erratic lately, but... stressed.

I thought you said you hadn't seen him.

I meant so to be.

I'm sorry.

I need to get back.

Do you mind?

About what?

About her and Scott.

Notice how puffy her eyes were?

I think she's been crying all day.

Mike. Matt Burke.

You're a sight for sore eyes.

You haven't changed a bit. Yeah, yeah, right.

It must be five years since I last saw you. I heard you made the eye. That's

right, and I've got you to thank for that. Oh, bollocks. Bollocks, nothing.

take a compliment, Matt.

I owe you.

And I want you to know I know that. All right, all right. Compliment taken.

So, what brings you to Glasgow?

London no exciting enough for you? Well, as a matter of fact, I've come to see

you.

We, uh...

We got word you had a nail gun killing.

Sorry about the state of the place.

It's a bit of a shambles. Yeah, we're just moving in.

They reckon we'll want better, nice new offices.

So you got a similar MO on this guy in North London last week? Our boss wants

know if it's linked.

It's hardly a common weapon, is it?

I can't say it is. You'd like us to work together on this one. Can you give us

everything you've got?

Yeah, fine.

Always happy to help the boys down south.

But I want everything you've got in exchange.

You show me yours, I'll show you mine.

Ignore him, Matt.

Yes, but he likes to think he's the master of quick wit and snappy repartee.

Ah, very good.

Well, he's come to the right place.

Here we are.

Share and share alike. How's that?

We understand you're a friend of Scott Clark.

Kinda.

Kinda?

Shut flat.

I studied pharmacy.

Thought of me as a bit of a second -class citizen.

He was going to be a doctor who changed the world.

So he looked down on you?

Yeah, he had that air of natural superiority.

Can be quite annoying.

You didn't like him?

I liked him fine.

Just because he's dead doesn't mean he was perfect.

Mr. Watts, is there something you know that we should then tell us? This was a

particularly brutal crime.

Sorry.

I wasn't really sunk in yet.

He didn't confide in me. I was just a flatmate.

Who did he confide in?

Listen.

They had an on -off relationship.

Volatile.

I think she mistook that for passion.

In my opinion, they just weren't compatible.

She was too good for him.

Okay.

Our boy wasn't tortured, but he did take two hits to the head from an L -gun.

There'll be an A.

Any chance you can get us the name of your John Doe ASAP?

Working on it. Fill us in on your guy.

Our victim is a junior doctor, Scott Clarkson.

We know he was stressed at work, anxious to pay off his student loan.

Well, thinking suicide.

He was tortured and killed by somebody who knew exactly what they were doing.

Could there have been more than one assailant?

It's portable.

So, the main lead we have is this.

It seems that he scratched these letters on his body before he died.

We're not exactly sure what they mean yet or how significant they are.

Ad.

Astra.

Ad Astra.

Latin. It means to the stars.

See? Not just a pretty face.

It was the last thing he did.

Could be a message to someone.

Okay.

We have to assume that the killer or killers are still a danger, still out

there. Still after whatever it is they're looking for.

We're going to need the names of his friends and his colleagues to see if we

connect any of that to our John Doe.

No problem.

That was quick.

Um...

I was thinking of transferring out of London. Would you recommend Glasgow?

Sure. Oh, it's a buzz and all that, but sometimes I feel like a change, you

know?

No family then?

Free as a bird.

Maybe we could have a drink and talk about it sometime.

If you've got time.

Yeah, I'll lay.

I'll get back to you in that.

What do you make of him?

Cocky bastard, isn't he?

Maybe he's got something to be cocky about.

At least the boss is happy.

Oh, let's go.

Take a look at this.

It looks like we had Clarkson on CCTV at a service station.

About an hour outside Glasgow, heading south.

When? Last week.

How did we get this?

I checked to see if you'd hired a car recently.

Struck gun.

And do we know if he was meeting anyone?

This is all we've got.

OK, Lucy Boyd.

Let's dig a little deeper.

See if there's something she's not telling us.

Why don't you guys take Boyd, we'll take the other one.

Gotten both.

That okay with you, Matt?

Yeah, sure.

Just when you finish your coffee.

That's her.

Let's go for the walk.

She has an address on the south side.

Recycling? And if we do it at 50?

Methylene dioxide amphetamine.

Benzoic acid.

Insecticide?

What exactly were you making, dear Dodd?

Ecstasy.

I want to talk to a lawyer.

What have we got here, then?

This Lucy Boyd.

Oh, the both of you's checking up on us.

Wouldn't put it like that.

How would you put it?

What? What's he saying?

Can't understand you, mate. Slow down, will you?

We couldn't find Watts. We thought we'd join you guys.

What did you find up there?

Beg your pardon?

I said, what did you find?

Oh, sorry.

Must be the accent.

OK, OK. We wanted in on the action. We should have asked.

Yeah.

This is our investigation.

Robbie, Robbie, if you're thinking about phoning the boss, forget it.

Or do you want some salt for that big chip in your shoulder?

Gordon Watts works for the hospital pharmacy.

And that gives him access to drugs.

Drugs that Lucy needed to make E.

So is he supplying them? Is he part of all this?

Oh, I bet on it.

We just need to tie Scott into this and we have a motive. Drug money.

Or jealousy.

Gordon wasn't happy with Lucy's on -off relationship with Scott.

Let's have a consultation with a good doctor. Shall we?

You must know a bit of Latin.

Part of your studies, I would imagine.

Does the phrase ad acta mean anything to you?

To the stars.

Scott carved it on himself before he died.

You're an intelligent young woman, Lucy.

A wonderful career ahead of you.

How the hell do you get yourself into this mess?

You've been doing it for a while?

Making and supplying?

Was it your idea?

Or Scott's?

Or did Gordon come up with it?

Was that funny?

Gordon, not leadership material, Lucy.

Scott, then.

He was in immense pain when he died.

And the fact they kept hurting him means he didn't give them what they wanted.

Whatever it was, he was protecting.

You and Scott weren't romantically involved, that's right, isn't it?

So it wasn't you he was protecting.

No. No, it couldn't have been.

Well, whoever it was, he must have loved them very much

to have endured what he endured.

I couldn't have done it.

Who killed him, Lucy?

We need more time.

What? What do what?

His mother just reported a missing. He didn't turn up till the birthday lunch,

which she's not liking, apparently.

Is it possible Lucy got a message to him?

You know, Lucy did tell Scott.

Couldn't have done it on her own.

Gordon? What another woman?

The girl I saw when we picked up Lucy.

She knew why we were there.

Her flat?

I'll check with the landlord.

Get a name.

Katie Wallace.

Know her?

Whatever happened to How's It Going?

Ah, in a bit of a rush, Tommy.

The flat was being used as a drug factory.

You paying for the soup as well?

Aye, sure.

Have a roll with it. Push the boat out.

A baguette, if you don't mind.

This is French onion soup, not Ayrshire onion soup.

Where do you pick up your sophisticated taste, Tommy?

Speckle, you know?

Katie Wallace.

I vaguely know what you're talking about.

She's a junkie.

Stands out that Kelvin side type.

She dropped out of university when the habit kicked in.

There's a certain je ne sais quoi there.

Where will I find her?

Sometimes turns tricks around here when she needs money fast.

Here.

Clarion Hall, York, 5th annual. Okay, okay.

You still doing karaoke at the Ship Bank Inn?

Every Sunday.

Good for my stress levels.

Don't get hungry, don't get angry.

Don't get lonely, don't get tired.

That's what they tell me at a mammy center, Rod.

Good advice.

To be honest, the way you've been talking him up, I just expected someone

different.

You're talking about Bert?

Yeah. I just imagined somebody a bit more on the ball.

I said he used to be one of the best.

You looking for something, lad?

Matt, yeah.

Crime scene report.

Seem to have lost hours.

Oh, don't worry.

I'll sort you out.

Should get some downtime when we've cracked this.

That'd be nice.

Any plan?

Probably a quiet night in with a bottle of Pinot Grigio and a Meryl Streep

flick. You?

Nah, nothing much.

What? No copious amounts of alcohol in a one -night stand that you dump for the

footy the next day?

That's wonderful, look at that theme.

There's a lifestyle choice that's beginning to loot at the locker.

How did we end up with that?

I don't know about you, but I've put a lot of work into it.

That car.

Why did you let Scott and Lucy use your flat to make drugs?

I didn't know they were.

Did they give you a cut of the money?

Would I be here if I had money?

Where's Gordon, Katie?

No idea.

Listen, you can flutter your eyes at him all night. I don't care.

But I'm not leaving here until you answer my question.

Who was involved?

We need to know two people have died.

Two?

What do you mean?

Scott and another man down in London.

Now, this is more than just about drugs, Katie.

Whoever's involved in this is going to go down for a long time.

Help her.

You'll be doing yourself a big favour.

What came up with the idea of selling drugs to pay off a student loan?

I didn't want it hanging around his neck for the rest of his life.

Selling to who?

I thought it would be safer shifting them down south.

A guy he knew put him in touch with somebody down there.

Name?

If you want protection, we can give you that.

Oh, really?

Look, if there's someone who's scaring you, the only way you'll be safe is when

he's behind bars.

And name?

Danny Kerr.

You were at university, is that right?

Studying to be a doctor?

No.

Katie does not have to be like this.

I can help you.

Come on.

Robbie?

We need to go.

I read about it in the paper, but I had no idea it was Scott.

I didn't look that closely.

Well, we have someone who claims that Scott and yourself were involved in

selling drugs.

What?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Who's been telling you this?

You tell us.

I don't know.

Someone who knew Scott and Lucy. She seems pretty sure.

Her name's Katie, by any chance.

Scott told me all about her.

You can't listen to her.

No?

Doesn't she have a drug problem or something?

See, the thing about junkies is, they'll tell you anything they think you want

to hear.

You seem to know a lot about it.

Here, Faye.

That's all I have.

Oh, listen.

The contact's in special branch. Just fax me details with that John Doe down

south. A dealer named Levine.

They think his death is linked to the fact he was selling a dodgy batch of

recently.

They've had the information for days.

You going to interview Lucy Boyd again?

If I am.

Want some company?

No. No, you're all right.

So he never mentioned the names Kerr or Levine.

Let's go.

After somebody fired a couple of nails into his brain.

Lucy!

I'm sorry I had to show you that.

I just had to be sure that you didn't kill him.

Are you?

I am now.

Talk to me, Lucy.

I can help you.

First I didn't think seriously.

He was always coming up with crazy ideas.

Then I realised he meant it.

I should never have listened to him.

But he'd persuade people.

He had that knack.

Kept saying it was just ecstasy.

Then when we started, it was just one batch, just one, just to be off the

then we'd never do it again.

But the last batch we made was lethal.

How did that happen?

Scott screwed up.

I knew too much insecticide.

Gordon was furious, but by then it was too late.

Scott had sold the drugs and people had already died.

I wanted to get after that.

And Gordon blamed Scott?

He did.

How did the contact dance fail to react to all this?

Only Scott spoke to him.

I didn't meet him.

Scott thought everything should be on a need -to -know basis.

Sometimes it was just a big game to him.

Until those people died?

Yeah.

Until then.

And he never mentioned the name Levine?

No. But Danny knew who the contact was?

Danny put him in touch with someone and that person put him in touch with

someone else.

That's all I know.

He did say it wasn't easy getting out of the deal with this guy.

But he thought he knew how he could make him back off.

Just didn't say how, eh?

Interview terminated.

22 -27.

He'd have got things into him.

A creepover, isn't it?

Lookie right now, that's the least he'll want it.

Why didn't you just ask them?

I'm sorry, I know, it was out of line.

You knew the name of the victim down south all along, didn't you?

What are you playing at?

You think I'm as thick as your granny's soup?

I need to solve this case, Matt, and quick.

My new super down there, he's got it in for me, big style.

I think he's what they call a personality class, you know.

So you just walk all over an old friend? I don't know what I was thinking about.

Just show some respect, mate. Yeah, I know. This is my patch.

I got that.

You sound a little bit of a dinosaur there, mate.

My patch. Your patch.

What decade are we in?

I might be a dinosaur, pal.

But I'm no extinct yet.

You want to make this into a competition, pal? Fine by me.

But bear this in mind. I don't go to work. I go to war.

I take it he was dumped here but muddled somewhere else. I can't say for sure

yet. Well, his hand's tied.

A knot.

Was it the same knot? His hands weren't tied.

Sorry.

Okay, I need to know if it was the same nail gun.

I think you can do that for me.

It's not a firearm. They don't have different characteristics.

It's pretty obvious, isn't it?

You tell that to the procurator at Fesco, son.

Don't let those two anywhere near the crime scene.

This isn't about money.

The violence is disproportionate.

It's revenge.

For the contaminated drug?

Yeah, it could be.

Go over to the service station's PCTV again.

See if Danny Kerr pops up.

Danny Kerr?

What?

You people never make appointments. I'm busy.

Gordon what?

Remember him?

Scott Clarkson's geeky pal for the pharmacy?

No, I don't think I do.

Somebody did a spot of DIY in his napper that night.

I think it was you.

Me? It's a joke.

It's a protest of elimination.

And you seem to be doing the eliminating.

I'm going to need a DNA swab.

Really? And I'm going to need a compulsion order.

You know all the jargon.

I'm impressed.

Oh! That was...

You'll pitch up at my cop shop tomorrow morning for a swab voluntarily.

In the meantime, if anybody else turns up with a head full of nails, I will use

them to crucify you.

Get it?

Are you settling into

the new space?

I prefer the old nicotine -thin walls myself.

What was it Johnson said?

Change is not made without inconvenience, even from worse to

Chinky Johnson said that?

So what's on your mind?

Chief troopers usually don't pay social calls.

No. You're right, Matt.

There's been a complaint made against you. Daniel Kerr seems to have a very

lawyer. It's nothing.

The days of slamming heads together are well gone.

It's his word against mine.

Not quite.

Another officer witnessed it and has come forward.

Who? D .I. Mike Casey.

Maybe it's time for a move.

Have you thought about the Crime Review Unit?

They need men with your experience.

Do they?

A lot of guys have already retired at your age.

DCI's pension's pretty good.

Compared to what?

Am I getting demoted?

It's worth thinking about.

That's all.

Karen, I know I'm not your cup of tea, but I'm not ready to be put out to

Not just yet.

Another officer backing up the complaint.

Could be serious.

Hiya, Katie.

What have you done now?

Nothing.

Just here to ask you a few questions.

Sorry.

Or was it me that you dropped out?

Doesn't matter.

I used to take beads to help me get through my vans.

That's how it started.

Guess I'm an addictive personality.

Yeah.

Look, last time Scott met his contact, did he come back here?

He usually did.

Did he ever tell you you're not bad looking for an old guy?

No.

You were the first.

Did he do anything different?

No.

Did he maybe talk about how he was going to stop supplying, or did he have

anything with him? Did he hide anything?

I'm not supposed to remember.

I think it's important. Did anything unusual happen?

He gave Lucy a present.

Some old tat he got from the barbers.

Anything else?

What am I looking for?

He's...

What's

the blade for?

Self -defense, what do you think?

Do you want to have a take a look? Oh, you do?

It's not legal, is it?

A little plane inside.

What is?

It gives me presents.

What are you talking about, darling?

Paperweight.

A little plane inside.

Stars that floated around when you shook it.

Guitars.

And what did Lucy do with it?

Binned it, probably. She hated it.

This is important.

Where is it?

Did it have writing on it? I don't know.

I told you, it was just some old tat.

Okay.

Jackie, I know what to the start is all about.

When did you get all holier than thou?

Soul to soul.

You've done much worse to get what you wanted.

And don't tell me you haven't.

Times have changed, ma 'am.

So have you.

Sir.

I hope you're having a better day than me.

Well, could be.

We need to go and ask Lucy about a paperweight Scott gave her. Now.

What's this?

Get out of here! I've got to sleep! Get out of here!

When did you last check?

An hour ago, I think.

You think?

You're not sure?

She was sleeping the last time I looked. It's just a pity you can't remember

when the last time you looked was, isn't it?

Where were you getting your nails done?

This is a total failure of required practice.

We have to provide a minimum level of care.

Where the hell was the custody officer? It's not her fault. I'll take

responsibility. That's big of you, but you're a bit late.

I understand the prisoner was a junior doctor. That'll attract attention.

Meaning? Meaning it won't just go away. Oh, you're worried about her, I tell

you. Watch your mouth.

The chief constable will want a fatal accident inquiry. I need a report on my

desk tomorrow, sooner if possible.

Are you trying to cripple this division single -handedly, D .C. Ivor?

Because you're doing a good job.

Did Lucy say anything to you the last time we checked on her?

Not to me.

What, was it someone else with you? The two officers from London came down to

speak to her.

In her cell?

Just for a minute.

They were in and out.

They said that she refused to speak to them.

And you checked on her after that?

Yes, like I said.

She was sleeping.

Sorry to hear about your prisoner, Matt.

Looks like we're hitting a brick wall with this one.

What were you doing in that cell?

Just wanted an opportunity to speak to her.

You didn't seem inclined to give her the chance.

So you just took her?

That's what she taught me.

Initiative.

What did you say to her in there?

She just sat there like a zombie.

Didn't get anything.

If you ask me, she'd already made up her mind to talk herself.

Maybe it was something you said.

Excuse me, ma 'am. Can I have a word about DCI Burke? It's in relation to the

death in custody.

I don't have the time right now, D .S. Reid. Make an appointment.

Oh, you need to know that D .I. Casey and D .S. Moretti visited the prisoner

her cell.

Unauthorised? Enough.

You have something to say, say it to the inquiry.

You know, Jackie, you should be looking out for yourself.

Burke's career is on the wane. You still have far to go.

Matthew Burke is the best DCI we've got.

Everyone has their time.

Maybe someday somebody will say that about you.

We need to find this paperweight.

I think we should take a look in Lucy's flat.

No.

You've got a better idea.

I thought you'd like to hear this as soon as possible.

My report on Lucy Boyd. I think you'll find it interesting.

Thanks, son.

It's Duncan.

Not son.

Any luck?

No.

Well, I've checked the bedroom and the kitchen.

Maybe she didn't bring it home.

Her locker at the hospital, remember?

Well, it's portable.

Ross. It's me, Katie.

I'm being followed.

It's Danny Kerr.

I'm scared.

Where are you?

The Barrow.

Stay there. I'm on my way.

Wait a minute.

Where are you going?

You check the hospital in the locker.

I'll see you back at the station.

Robbie!

It's the girl, isn't it? Check the locker.

Going for my night, Danny.

To the stars.

I know what you're thinking.

It looks bad.

But they just wanted me to keep an eye on her, that's all.

Just keep an eye on her. Who did?

You have a computer nearby?

Do you recognise her?

Her name is Lupine.

What about this man?

Yeah, I do remember him. This man?

No.

What about this man?

Yeah, that's the guy he was with.

He's a bit younger than that, but... Aye, that's him.

OK.

One, two, three, four.

You're lying.

I was in the can.

The London boys said they would back me up.

Said they would cover for me.

Are you off?

Yeah.

All the best for the inquiry.

I wouldn't worry, Mike.

I won't get the blame for Lucy's death.

You will.

Same note Scott was used to make Lucy's noose. Is this what you've been looking

for?

Danny Care filled it in.

You've lost me.

Scott Batson wanted out.

But you wouldn't let him.

Too good a deal having your own drug factory, wasn't it?

But then he made the mistake of trying to blackmail you.

And once you knew that footage was out there, you had to get rid of anybody

may have seen it.

You were the best of the best, Mike.

When I saw guys like you coming up through the ranks, it gave me hope.

What happened?

I realized I was turning into you.

That's what happened.

I didn't want to end up alone.

on for me pension.

Me?

What have you got to show for 30 years of everything?

Nothing.

Stand aside.

Why should I?

I'm all washed up, remember? I've got nothing to lose.

I'm serious.

Do your work.

Put it down, Mike.

Is that drink allowed to wait?