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They do the box.

What do you want?

I'm going to them.

Thank you, ma 'am.

Where the hell did you get this?

It's all there.

Aye, all right.

Hey, beat it. Back to your work.

You're late, girl.

I'll be ready.

Are you hurt?

No.

There's blood on your arm?

Oh, no.

Nothing.

Clean that off now.

Do you see how it worked?

Duncan, no one looks that happy to see me. People are dark. I was expecting

Robbie. Well, look at me instead.

I hope I know too much of a disappointment.

I'll get over it.

Time's a great healer.

So, what have we got?

Uniforms on patrol found him. They think it's a mugging. Really? No sign of his

wallet, phone, watch.

And what do you think?

I don't think it's a mugging.

Eddie Cash.

I wanted to talk to D .I. Ross.

Why?

Personal.

Do you think I have nothing better to do?

I'll talk to Roby.

Fine.

Can I go?

No.

Every bruising to the body, his hands, his face.

The long fight.

His lips were all busted up. He bled.

So where's the blood?

On the crime scene. So this is the dump site.

His clothes are clean.

No spatter.

So he wasn't wearing them when he was beaten?

He was dressed and then dumped.

Nothing about his penis right.

Excuse me, I've been waiting here for ages. Yeah, I'll have someone come to

This is ridiculous. I've been here for nearly three hours.

Robbie.

Morning.

Eddie Cash?

Yeah, what about him? He's in custody.

Why? Well, I imagine it's a long story, but he only wants to tell it to you.

OK. He's a good kick up the arse.

I'll soak him.

It's not like him not to come home.

What's he look like?

He's a sort of medium build. He's got dark hair.

He's a very thick looking.

Yeah?

This way, please.

What the hell were you doing at the palace?

I went to the McGreevy.

Tell him to stop pulling the boys from my boxing club. They need his cage

fighting.

Eddie, if the boys in your club want to fight at McGreevy's, that's down to

them. I love to eat.

Just wansky that bastard a straightener.

Craig, come on.

Eddie.

I'm sorry, Robbie.

A moment's madness.

It's over now.

Duncan, I need a headshot. I'm on my way.

Jackie, I need you in there.

Look, there's no some sort of trouble.

Um, I'm not sure yet.

Hello there, I'm Detective Sergeant Jackie Reed.

Julie Cash.

Cash? Eddie.

What are you doing here?

Looking for Noam.

So, uh, Julie's your... My daughter -in -law.

Is this your boy, then?

I want to see him.

I'll arrange for you to view him properly.

I'm sorry for your loss.

He looked like he was in a fight.

But there are details of his presentation that I'm not comfortable

What do you mean?

His body was dumped in a road.

So he was murdered then.

Well, that's what he'd find out.

I think it'd be best if you broke the news to Julie yourself.

Yeah.

Julie.

Eddie?

What's going on?

Not an overly emotional girl, is she?

Well, just because she's not wailing like a banshee doesn't mean she's not

devastated.

Give him a couple of minutes, then spot the one for questioning.

He hasn't hugged her.

What's with all the behavioural analysis?

No, I was just saying, it's strange.

Well, if you want to observe something interesting, check out the shoes, the

clothes, the bag.

They're all designer.

Must be worth a few bob.

Extensive bruising throughout the torso, grouped on the left side of the

ribcage. Multiple blows.

Close and tight. They were delivered by a boxer.

Well, it was a boxer who wasn't wearing any gloves.

Distinct knuckle impressions.

And here, faded bruises. Could be from previous fights. He's certainly in fine

shape.

Massive trauma here. The left argomatic arch.

Probably fractured it.

Is that the cause of death?

No. Most likely wound for that here.

Back of the skull.

You can see from the swelling that the blood has pooled under the scalp.

Probably fractured his skull.

From a clip?

I can't say yet.

It could be a weapon or a fall.

He could even have been thrown from a vehicle.

But I'll have to get his brain out of his skull and examine it to be sure.

Go for it.

You might want to stand back.

Oh, yeah, yeah. I'll leave you alone for that.

Let me know soon as.

Will do.

Was Noel one of the lads cage -fighting at the Palace Club?

Noel wouldn't get into that.

Why not?

He's a champion boxer.

Really?

I've not heard of him.

Junior champion.

When he was 18.

OK.

But not now.

He was working on getting back to you.

Gone pro.

Was getting into shape.

Looking good.

Could have had it in the bag already if it wasn't for... Go on.

You know how that is.

I'd meet the girl. Oh, it changes.

Julie made an old stock box.

She wasn't happy about it.

Does no love a mobile phone?

A phone?

He's dead.

What's his number?

What am I looking at?

The injury that killed Noel Cash.

Half a dozen blows to almost exactly the same spot with a blunt object.

Not a beer puff?

No. It's hard to say exactly what the weapon was.

A series of ball bearings.

A knuckle duster.

And a blitz attack.

Noel's number.

Get a trace on it. A call log from the service provider.

I will do. Sir, I need to show you something.

I, er, I ran a search on the Palace Club just to see what was floating around in

the net.

Come up with this.

Just fight .co .uk.

Great.

Some punter from the Palace Club took this from his mobile phone last night

posted it.

See what he's got.

That's a box, then.

Boxing's an art.

Right.

Noel.

Yeah.

And he wins his fight.

Find the other fighter.

Yeah, I will do. There's something else.

Found it.

In the crowd.

Robbie.

worry about you. Where are you? Are you okay?

Um, Olivia, this is... Who's that?

Amanda. Um, Timothy?

You're gonna be flashing it around anyway.

Not for free, darling.

We open in ten minutes.

Cycle gives me the creeps. What's with him checking your calls? He's just, um,

protecting.

Not protecting you, girl.

That's owning you.

Go to the fight?

At the Palace Club.

It's not illegal.

It's hardly befitting a police officer to be down there rubbing shoulders with

the likes of Don McGreevy.

Does he know you're a cop?

Aye, sure.

And he also knows where the boundaries are. Bollocks!

McGreevy doesn't have boundaries.

Well, I do.

So you were at the club last night?

Yeah.

Remember watching Noel Cash in this fight?

You made contact with the victim and you don't remember.

But it was a bit of a heavy night, you know, and I had to leave early because

I... You pulled.

Yeah.

Does the betting go large?

Sometimes.

Did you know he was fighting at the palace last night? Is that why you went

there?

No.

I heard lads from my club were in there, but not Noel.

He was supposed to be working last night.

So where was that?

Morehouse Engineering.

OK. Excuse me.

So much for the big comeback.

He spent his whole life trying to live up to you.

OK, folks, my officer will look after you.

Thank you.

Oh, what a pair.

That number you gave me, sir, we made a clone of Noel's SIM card.

His phone is off or destroyed, so we can't run a trace on it.

But if anyone does call him, we'll get it on that.

Yeah. Of course, it's unlikely the murderer's going to call.

Yeah, but we do have this.

New message.

Hey, babe, I'm really worried about you. Where are you? Are you OK?

Um, Olivia, kisses.

Not Julie?

Nope. Caller ID is Anita.

She called earlier today.

Check the boxing club, this place will work.

Find us Anita.

Where are we with the other fighter?

We've got no hits in the biometric scan.

I'll circulate his photo. You know, I don't think he's local. Don't recognise

him. They do bring guys in to fight.

From where?

London. Belfast, Dublin.

Oh, great.

You texting her back as no?

Yeah, to see my note.

Where are you?

Matthew Burt.

McGreevy. Just like old times.

No, really.

I'm here investigating a murder this time.

No cash.

Last seen alive fighting in here. It was a fair fight all above board. So you'll

be happy if I search the premises, then?

What grounds do you have for your warrant?

He left here in one piece with a fistful of dollars.

How many dollars?

Four grand.

Not bad for 15 minutes' work.

Mind you, with a wife like his, he needed the money.

And why do you say that?

Expensive taste.

He lost his job a couple of months ago.

He's been ticking things over by doing the door down the casbah.

The lap dancing club? The very same.

Away, though.

His true talents lie in here.

I'll need the name and address of the other fighter.

A crappy wee bastard.

Not without skills.

Shame he's such a sore loser.

You know the type.

Alamo.

Get Lewis's address.

He's a knacker.

Doesn't have a fake address, does he?

Well, get the name of the knacker's park where he ties up his caravan, then.

Malamo Higgins.

He was a serious talent in his day.

Yeah, he was.

And now he's your errand boy.

You take bet from the fight?

I'm a licensed bookie now.

I'll take a bet on two flies fighting over a dead body.

It's very messy in here, you know.

Blood everywhere.

Sir.

I have Julie outside, but I think you should take a look at this.

Bag statement?

Yeah. Noel put 40k into his account three weeks ago.

It went straight out to clear credit cards.

Bring it in.

In you come.

Just grab a wee seat.

Julie, what are you not telling me?

I don't know what you mean.

I think you do.

Even if you didn't know that Noel had lost his job, I don't see how you

order 40 keg into your account to pay off your lifestyle.

I thought it was a bank loan.

That's what Noel said.

The money didn't come from a bank, Julie.

I know that now.

How do you know?

That man phoned me.

What man?

McGravey.

Don McGravey?

He said that Noel owed him a lot of money and that he'd be dropping by to

to work something out.

I see.

Then I found out that Noel had lost his job, was working in a strip club and

cage fighting.

What else was he doing that I didn't know about?

So McGreevy mentioned nothing about the 40k that Noel owed him? No.

The real question is, what was Noel going to do to pay it back?

Are we looking at McGreevy?

Well, he's already guilty of withholding information.

We need this other fighter.

Well, Louis Pace has gone on the run with his caravan to that Rosa airport.

Make sure his post has posted all the ferry terminals.

Oh, sir.

Anita's got back to us.

She's sending all the tech?

Yep.

Keep me in the club tonight.

Everything's sorted.

Which club?

My money's on her working at the Casbah. We need to find her. She's their only

link to this murder. Aye, maybe I should get down there and check it out.

That'll be right up your street.

No, I'll do the Casbah look for Anita.

OK. My grief is expecting me to pay my visit tonight.

You're going to go instead, undercover.

Er, he knows I'm a cop?

Aye, but he doesn't know Jackie, your girlfriend.

Oh, I could be doing with a wee night out.

What do you want me to do?

Mingle with the girls who work there.

See if you can get the story of Noel in this Anita.

And I want to know how the betting works. I could tell you. I want Jackie

it. Yeah, I will do it. And one more thing.

Jackie's in charge on this one.

All right?

Fine.

We're walking slowly.

What's the world?

Thank you. Hi, fellas.

Hiya. Oh, hi.

What's your name?

Candy. Your name?

Can we go somewhere private?

Of course.

Let's wait.

The IP room.

Hey, Donna.

Oh,

hi, Donna. I'm Jackie.

G'day.

Hey, Liz.

Uh, that was... Strange?

Yeah.

Let's get a drink.

Oh, no, no, you don't need to do that. I just want a top.

One of those, huh?

It's serious.

Sit down.

Okay.

So, no more candy.

What's your name?

Kerry. Kerry.

I'm looking for somebody called Anita.

What's she done?

You know her?

Yeah. Where is she? I'm not about to drop her in the shit, am I? Listen, I'm

trying to help her.

And we can do it here, or we can do it at the station. Comprende?

Yeah. So where is she?

Respecting. What does that mean?

Some of the girls go over to the palace, you know, mingle with the punters, work

up some customers for later on.

So she's at the palace?

Do you know Noel Cash?

Are you sure he works here?

Are you going to ask me about him and Anita?

Should I?

What the hell are you doing?

My job.

Making sure you don't get disturbed.

Well, I went to somewhere else.

Who is it?

Bomber.

Anita, dear girl.

Not Noel?

No. Noel's married.

He's straight up. Do you know?

Yeah.

So what would happen, do you think, if Bomber caught Noel messing around with

Anita?

A lot of blood would happen.

Well, times are ticking and all that, so... Do you want one or not?

Ah, not.

No offence.

None taken.

Take for your leader.

Cosmo? Yeah.

What does it need to look like?

Here we go.

Robbie. John.

You all going to introduce me?

Yeah, this is Jackie.

Don McGreevy.

Pleasure. That's what I've heard.

So, are we here for the fight? We are.

And debating.

I'll keep you high on this one.

Yeah. We're just getting started, but bring them in when they're ready.

Bring them in.

Cheers, Don.

Boys.

Is it okay for you?

Yep. Thanks, Alamo.

Note to self, both mess with Alamo.

That's a text from the boss.

Anita's in here somewhere.

Five foot nine.

Ethan European, blonde, brown eyes, Markle.

Well, that narrows it down.

From the

bath.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

So, is there history there?

Well, don't I know it, my dear friend.

Well, if I were you, I'd start to make a fuss of you, because if I was your

girlfriend, you'd be getting a pep just about now.

Well,

I, er... Will you have a glass of champagne, then?

That'll be a start.

But I think you're going to have to be a wee bit more convincing.

What's that?

That's the tip.

The winner of one of the fights, so we can bet on it.

So they're fit?

Eh, not all of them, just one.

That's all right.

Jackie, I don't fit.

I'm the one who has to fit.

Good. Because, eh, you won't be needing this.

Jackie, this is going to be a mess you want. You all right with that?

Yeah, but I tell you what, Steve, I think you'll be there to catch me.

Ah, blood.

Ah, that's it, my love.

Yes.

That's it.

Go for the right. Take him down. Take him down.

Brilliant. So you're not surprised that Noel isn't in for work tonight?

Should I be?

Did you phone him? See if he was ill?

Yeah, I look like enough.

Come on, mister, let's have out.

You've got a girl working here.

Anita. Ah.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, it's funny her name should come up.

Because I was going to sack her. Really?

Why would that be?

Oh, look, don't get me wrong.

None of the girls that work for me are easy to handle.

But Anita?

Well, she's more trouble than I need.

In what way?

Well, she's got a habit.

Drugs? That's usually what the habit is.

Why don't you be straight with me? Tell me what she's done.

I'm investigating a murder.

No cash.

Nah. We're finished here. Oh, we haven't even started.

By the time I get a team in here to strip this place down, interview your

your punters... Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Okay.

She owed me a couple of hundred quid.

And she paid me last night.

Are you there?

You don't think it's strange it's all covered in blood?

It's purse money.

They shove it into their hands after the bout.

She's been screwing one of those mad cage fighters.

I'm going to have to hang on to this.

Keep it.

But I don't want this place torn apart.

Thanks for your time.

Pleasure.

Oh, what I need to show is you phone me.

That way I won't have to come back and look for her again.

Thanks.

Bomber, get her in here.

Well, I guess that's it ruined.

I guess so.

Do you work here?

Here and now.

You all right?

You look a bit upset.

I'm fine.

Oh, you... You missed a bit.

Oh, thanks.

Oh, so have I.

Okay, done.

Have a good night. Thanks, you too.

McGreevy, come on.

Let's hug you.

I'll take you on. Fighting like a man.

Come on, one -on -one, McGreevy. You had my boy in here fighting like a dog.

Now you think you can come sniffing around his wife?

You couldn't fight your way out of a paper bag.

I'm going.

Hey, leave it.

I'm just going to calm down.

Are you hurt? No, I'm fine.

I'm a nurse.

Get him out of here.

Go. Sure.

Sorry. You know, I'm getting tired of this.

You could have been a contender.

Takes all sorts, eh?

Yeah.

Before I forget, you did well.

All right, thanks.

A nurse?

Yeah. Well, you never know when you're going to need one of them around, do

What's that?

Wings.

Okay, we'll deal with that later. The blonde behind me in the denim?

Uh -huh.

Benita.

You should. Yeah.

I don't think he'd buy in you being my girlfriend.

Well, no wonder.

You've been acting like I'm your girlfriend.

Eh?

You haven't even hit me all night.

You want me to?

Yeah. You've got me.

Make it good.

What about Cripp?

So, eh, who's that making a beeline for any... Right, come with me.

Good night.

Good night.

You're hurting my heart. Come on! Let go!

Let her go!

This is not a police matter.

No, I think you'll find it is.

Can I save him?

No, not now.

The blood and that money.

Look at it.

That's Noel's blood.

No. Oh, yeah.

So you and Noel were close?

Yeah. What's the friend?

Well, I think he was more than a friend, wasn't he?

He... What?

He was coming to help me.

Anita, what's going on here?

I mean, I don't get this.

You and Noel.

We connected.

He confided in you?

Sometimes.

We talked.

You know, really talked.

He'd tell me stuff.

Real stuff.

What kind of stuff?

About his feelings.

Oh, Jesus.

Look, I'm not going to go around the houses with you here.

I want some straight answers, otherwise I'm going to charge you with obstruction

and conspiracy to murder.

And you'll be doing cold turkey in the neck.

I'll tell the truth.

Where'd you get the money?

Bummer.

I'm seriously considering charging you with the murder of Noel Cash.

You what?

Well, he gave Anita a roll of notes with Noel's blood on it.

You were jealous of his relationship with her.

That's a good link.

I think I can make that stricken court.

But I didn't do it.

Well, do you know who did?

No.

Well, see, that's no use to me.

I mean, I've got you.

I can do you for the murder.

But I'm innocent.

No, what you have to understand is that you're guilty by association.

By evidence, by circumstance. I mean right now, in the eyes of the law, you

guilty.

Tell me about the money.

It's his past money.

Then why have you got it?

I went round to his dressing room after the fight.

He was gone. The money was still there.

I've still got it.

Here. Why did you go to the dressing room?

To give him a fee and two.

You know what he was doing to Anita.

Stinging her along.

Making her stupid promises that he could never keep.

I was... trying to offer her something solid.

Real.

He was just offering her dreams.

Yeah.

And Lewis Hayes will verify that.

Lewis? The other fighter.

Why, his dressing room was right next door to Noel's. It would have been

impossible for you to get in and out without him seeing you.

I didn't see him.

Lewis wasn't in his dressing room?

No.

Boss.

I picked up Lewis as he was trying to board the

ferry to Belfast with his family and his caravan.

He had £15 ,000 on him.

Where did a traveller who'd just lost a cash fight get money like that?

He doesn't.

Let me interview him, boy.

I think I can get it to him now.

You're lucky it's me in here, son, cos you're in a lot of trouble.

Listen to me. They have your DNA all over Noel Cash's clothes. You know what

that means, don't you?

No. It means they can prove that you dressed Noel Cash after he died.

Jesus. Yeah, shit.

You're looking at a murder charge here.

Do you get that, son? Yeah.

Right.

I'm all you've got, so this is the deal. You can either fit tight and go to

prison for murder, or...

With what?

Help me help you tell me what happened.

I'd be a dead man walking.

No.

We can talk off the record.

Whatever we say and hear is between you and me.

You... You just dropped down dead in the directorium after the fight.

I...

I conned... I conned something.

Concussion? Aye, aye, that's it.

You saw this?

Yeah.

Then what?

I... I... I dressed him.

Picked him up.

Put him in the car.

Dumped the body.

Yeah. All by yourself.

No one held you. Yeah.

This is more than the only chance you've had of staying out of jail.

What? I come in here to help you. I'm straight up here. You treat me like some

kind of a mug.

I'm out on a limb to help you here. Wait, wait, please.

I'm sorry.

I'm just... What?

Scared?

Yeah.

Okay.

But I told you, it goes no further than me.

You're going to have to trust me here a little bit.

In two minutes, my boss is going to pull that door right out of my hand. Now or

never. Hurry, okay?

Alamo! He called me into his dressing room.

Told me McCreevy said it was my fault.

I helped him with the body.

And Noel was dead?

Yeah.

Save that.

We'll need it for the court. I told him it was off the record.

You know what, Robbie?

You're hanging about with gangsters that much, you're starting to think like one

of them.

Well, he's not putting McGreevy in the dressing room.

And we've got to change all that.

How do you mean?

McGreevy's got you in his back pocket.

He handed you a wad of cash in front of Jackie.

Yeah, winnings from a legitimate bet.

And I can guarantee you that was recorded in one of his security cameras.

Any jury looking at that will just see a cop taking money from a gangster.

OK. It was stupid, but I'm not bent. Robbie, if I didn't know that, you'd be

gone already.

The point is, McGreevy thinks you're bent.

Or at least bendable.

So go to him.

Tell him that Lewis has put them to the crime and offer to let Lewis out onto

the streets for the right price.

I want to speak to McGreevy.

About what?

About something very private.

Can you speak to McGreevy?

He's busy right now.

Dad, I won't take long out.

Sorry.

Look, how busy can he be in there?

Let's go in there.

No,

stay down!

Time was trying to do me with a blade.

He was trying to make an order to take her down. You mad junkie. It's all his

fault. She's off her head. Is she?

Get her out of here.

Enough.

What the hell are you doing here anyway?

We got a call.

One of the girls at the club tipped us off that Anita was on the warpath with a

knife. You came here to save my life?

Why is that? I don't believe that. I really don't care what you believe.

All right, let's go.

Oh, and, uh...

If I find out that you've been anywhere near Julie Cash, I'll bring you to a

dark place and take a hammer to you.

Same old bookie.

Out.

So what was the plan?

You and Noel.

Get out of Glasgow.

Give me your drug.

Start again.

Go.

I don't ever want to see you again.

You won't.

So what happens now?

Well, it's not a total loss.

We still get him.

I was in the crowd that night.

You're short of the title.

You should have won that.

I mean, you really should have won it.

You took a dive.

I knew it.

The crowd knew it. The Boxing Federation knew it.

He knew it.

Eddie Cash, your old coach.

You didn't get me here to talk about that.

Why not?

How did it go down?

McGreevy came to you and said, you take this hit for the firm and we'll make

sure you get another crack at it.

And so here you are, still taking hits for McGreevy.

I do OK.

Do you?

Look, what you want is what I don't want.

I don't want you for the murder of Noel Cash, but it looks like you've been

served up to me for it.

Look at this.

Take that into any court in the land and get a conviction for murder.

Charge me.

Get it over with.

Duncan.

He's not fit for viewing.

I don't think he cares.

Look at him. Your old coach, Eddie Cash.

He's just been found.

Beaten to a pulp with a knuckle duster.

Same knuckle duster that killed his boy.

Father and son.

How much more damage are you going to let that bastard get away with?

He's an animal.

But he owns me.

I know that.

I know that Noel was supposed to take a dive.

But he didn't.

So McGreevy's got egg in his face and a big hole in his pocket.

So?

I understood the kid, you know.

He told McGreevy he couldn't get out. He just couldn't do it.

He didn't know until you're in there.

He knows only when you're there.

The kid found out that he just couldn't take a dive.

You know, sometimes they're wired.

They may stand them and there's nothing anyone can do about it.

I tried to explain that to McGreevy.

But McGreevy's never been in the ring.

So he had no understanding of it.

Yeah.

He wanted to give me a frenzy.

It was so fast.

By the time I could stop him, all the kids had was smashed him.

He looked at me like nothing had happened.

Told me to deal with it.

McGreevy!

You calling me out?

I am.

All on your own.

I've got a warrant for your arrest for the murders of Noel and Eddie Cash.

Please, don't come quietly.

I wouldn't dream of it.

Good.

You know what's going to happen now, don't you?

I'm going to walk out of here over your dead body.

Stop talking.

Start dancing.

Where's your hammer, then? In my head!

It's a murder weapon.

Thank you.

I've had the whole place locked down, boss.

Good.

Listen, I'm sorry, but... Everybody who watched Noel's fight shares a part of

the responsibility for his death.

Do you understand that?

Yes, I do.

Good.

Do you also accept you're addicted to gambling?

What?

You're a functioning addict, Robbie.

And the functioning part is getting ropey.

Sir, I am not an addict.

Then this will be easy.

Stop gambling or stop working.

What? You heard.

Yeah.

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