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(MUFFLED WEATHER FORECAST)

TV: "Rain through much of Scotland.

"The north and west most likely to hang onto the sunshine.

"A similar pattern right down the country, right into Wales

"and the southwestern corner..."

(SWITCHES TV OFF)

(WHISPERS) What's all this? What's all this, eh?

What's all this? Come on.

Eh? Eh?

(CHUCKLES)

♪ ROCK

♪ So you wanna be a winner

♪ I got a chance for you

♪ So you think you'll take a walk

♪ I got news for you ♪

♪ Have you heard what they're sayin'

♪ I just can't believe ♪

Vodka and tonic, please.

I'll get that.

Oh, thanks.

Pleasure.

- Here's your change. - Thank you.

Thank you.

I haven't seen you here before.

Pardon?

I haven't seen you here before.

No, well, I've only been a couple of times.

Last time I came with a friend, but she's got a cold.

Cheers.

D'you know, I didn't... I didn't realise how difficult it wa

for a woman to come out on her own, but it is.

- I can believe it. - Yeah.

Sorry, what's your name?

Betty.

I'm Alec. Alec Dewar.

How d'you do?

You're not married then?

No.

My husband's in the merchant navy in the oil rig supply.

Yeah, he only comes home... once every two months.

I used to be in the RAF.

Eh?

RAF.

Did you?

That's what I do now.

Hypnotherapist?

A lot of people come to me for help in, uh, giving up smoking.

♪ Don't you believe what you read in the magazines

♪ Dancin' lights

♪ Whoa

♪ Dancin' lights, let me see you dancin' ♪

Come on.

(RECORD PLAYER SKIPS)

Oh, excuse me.

♪ CLASSICAL

Do you like Rachmaninoff?

Well I used to.

(AMERICAN ACCENT) You look like a Rachmaninoff girl to me.

(AMERICAN ACCENT) Thank you.

(NORMAL VOICE) D'you, um... d'you live on your own?

I have a lodger.

Plays drums for The Rivals.

Who?

The band at the disco.

Oh.

But he won't be back for some time yet.

And your shoes have said you're staying.

No, they've said my feet are killing me.

(LAUGHS)

Of course you may have something to go back home to.

A dog.

Or a parrot.

(CHUCKLES) No, just home.

Ah.

Well I was thinking of going away for a couple of days.

To my cottage on the west coast.

Would you like to come?

We don't even know each other.

Well you broke one convention tonight.

Break another.

Ha! Unorthodox.

I'm there.

OK?

You'll make Wimbledon yet.

Selling strawberries.

Very funny.

How's Jane?

Haven't seen her for a while.

OK.

You must bring her round for a meal one night.

Yeah...

You seeing anyone yourself these days?

Jim Taggart.

Does he ever smile?

Yes.

But you have to make an appointment.

(PHONE RINGS)

Taggart.

Och, what?

Right.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER AND LAUGHTER)

Get your skates on, Peter.

We've got a severed leg near the Erskine Bridge.

Human?

No, the kind you put mint sauce on (!)

TAGGART: Don't suppose it could be part of a tailor's dummy?

OFFICER: It's beginning to smell a wee bit now, sir.

By the way, you're the one that's smelling.

LIVINGSTONE Oh, it's sweat. I was playing tennis.

What, at this time in the morning?

When do I get any other time?

You might have a bath before you come on duty.

Who found it?

The van driver, stopped for a pee.

What, here?

What is he, some sort of exhibitionist?

Probably thrown from a car.

What a way to go.

Good quality stocking.

The next thing you'll be telling me is what she had for breakfast.

No.

But I know what you had.

You have egg on your tie.

WOMAN: Took me six weeks to learn this.

Oh, I think it'll take me six years.

Helps if you've got strong hands.

Where were you before?

Johnson's tea factory.

Oh, why did you leave?

My mother was ill.

I had to look after her.

She better now?

She died.

Couple of weeks ago.

What about your dad?

Don't remember him.

Oh, it's just good to have a job again after six months.

Aye, we're all one big happy family here.

Isn't that right, George?

What's that?

I said we're all one big happy family here.

Aye, that's right.

As long as you don't mind the smell of blood.

TAGGART: Dr Andrews is examining the leg now, sir.

Victim's age?

Between 25 and 40. We're hoping to narrow it down.

What d'you reckon?

She from round here?

Could've been done from a car from anywhere.

Do we have any missing persons?

Yeah, we've got a few.

We're doing the usual checks with other forces.

Could be a long task.

I hope we can close this case in a fortnight.

Taking my wife to Bali for three weeks then.

Well we'll do our best, naturally, sir.

Experience suggests that the wrappings

often provide the best leads.

You sound as if we get one a week.

Well thank Christ we don't.

Must be a lot of Black Watch tartan rugs about.

Black Watch?

It's MacDonald.

Black Watch.

It's the MacDonald of the Isles.

Well make your bloody minds up.

OK, I'll pass that on to him when he comes out.

Ta.

- Bali. - Full of Australians.

Hope he gets hit by a boomerang.

Sir, could have a lead.

House to house have turned up this lady.

Seems she saw a gang of Hells Angels

partying on the lay-by three days ago.

Hells Angels?

That's all we need.

Sugar?

Two, please.

Thanks.

We're making that 20 pound haggis tomorrow, aren't we, George?

Aye, that's right.

How big's that?

That big.

It's for a freemason's do.

How long have you worked here?

Somebody give us a hand?

I better go.

He's just been here for six months.

He doesnae say a lot.

Aye, well he... has his problems.

His wife's left him.

Oh.

I didn't realise.

He doesn't like to talk about it.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

It'll make a shapely pair, Jim.

Hasn't been in the water long, I'd say.

About a day or two.

From the state of decomposition of the other leg,

you're looking for a woman who was killed about six days ago.

Which means he's in no hurry to get rid of the pieces.

Mm.

Impossible of course to tell you how she was killed

until we get the rest of her.

Can you narrow that age down at all?

Ooh...

35-ish.

That's a big ish.

The toes seem buckled together.

Mm.

Yes, from wearing ill-fitting shoes.

Majority of women do.

I don't suppose you've spotted something useful?

Like a name tattooed on the thigh.

(HORNS BEEP, MAN SHOUTS)

Livingstone. Request for assistance.

How old are the children?

Two boys of 16, one of 14, and our daughter is 12.

You haven't heard from your wife?

Not a thing.

We've been married for 17 years, she had no reason to leave home.

How was she?

She was always smiling, happy.

No relatives she could have gone to?

I've phoned round them all.

I'd like a list of them.

This is what I wanted 10 days ago

when I first reported it but nobody was interested.

It's not a crime to go missing, Mr Robinson.

Not a crime? To leave a husband and four children?

We haven't got the manpower to trace every missing person.

You have the manpower now, don't you?

I'd like a list of the relatives.

There's something.

(PHONE RINGS)

I found this three days ago.

Where?

- Uh, behind the clock. - DCI Taggart's office.

We'll be right there.

It's Livingstone, sir. He needs help

Don't I know it.

Sorry, sir, it's an emergency.

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(CHICKEN CLUCKS)

(YELLS)

Police.

Well...

...I never did like it much anyway.

(GASPING) I...

I...used to have a bike.

Not quite as big as... those.

TAGGART: Hello, boys.

What's this?

A Boy Scout jamboree?

The last person that did that near me...

...wore his baws hame for earrings.

You alright, big man?

Sorry if we interrupted something.

I don't talk to pigs.

I don't make a habit of talking to people with the manners of pigs.

But sometimes the job demands it.

What's your real name?

Just Zach.

How many more times?

OK.

So you just happened to see a car pull up

and somebody throw an object down the bank.

Right.

You can't describe the car?

I'm a biker.

I don't look at cars.

Not colour blind, are you?

It was night.

You the only one who saw it?

Most of us had crashed.

I was the lookout.

Against what? Attila the Hun?

What were you doing there anyway?

We were on a run.

- And what were you doing today? - The same run.

And you can't begin to describe the person you saw.

No.

Weren't you curious to know what he'd thrown down the bank?

I don't interfere in other people's business.

What's your name?

I've read where you come from.

Oh, you can read up here then?

Take those bloody glasses off.

Now listen, you.

I could charge you and your pals with 100 things

and keep you here.

It's Zach Stevens.

There.

That wasn't too painful, was it?

Well that's that.

What about the dangerous driving, no helmets?

First priority with him is as a witness.

We've got a missing person.

He chewed up my ID card.

Hopefully it doesn't give him indigestion.

(PHONE RINGS)

Forfar.

When did you last see her?

Haven't seen her for five days.

Not since he went back to sea.

Eh?

Fred, her husband.

I'm not one to spread gossip, but...

...I could hear the rows they were having before he left.

What does he do?

Merchant navy.

Chief engineer, oil rig supply vessel.

Comes home one month in two.

If you want to get into the house,

the back kitchen window has a catch loose.

Is that right?

(DOORBELL)

What kept you?

Do you think I like climbing through windows?

Do you think I like hanging about on doorsteps?

Just because our witness had his eye shut, don't take it out on me.

Don't answer me back, go and look in the bedroom.

What the hell are you doing in my house?

We thought you were dead.

- Dead? - I wasn't to know, was I?

No one's seen you for five days.

The hell's that got to do with you?

What's going on here?

Mrs Swan?

Yes?

This is a bit embarrassing for us.

He'll explain.

Police.

We're here... primarily to check

whether you're still alive.

I must be going mad.

You'll be aware of the recent murder case involving two severed legs.

And you thought they were mine?

You were reported to us as missing.

Listen, have you told anybody else about this?

No, we haven't.

I suppose you had a warrant?

Oh, it's alright, Alec.

Oh, uh, this is a friend of mine, Mr Dewar.

TAGGART: Well, uh...

(CLEARS THROAT) Well thanks for being so, uh...

- Understanding. - Aye.

Excuse me.

Well you can go back to your own house now, Mrs Barnet.

Next time you're going somewhere, tell me.

That's what neighbours are for.

I don't think you should come in, Alec.

It would look bad.

Your case.

Listen, thanks for a great time.

No guilt?

No.

It was a chance to get away, to forget.

Thanks.

Well I'll, uh, see you at Havana Joe's.

How's the new girl?

Aye, she's fine.

You keep pigeons, don't you, George?

That's right.

There's something in the paper I thought you might be interested in.

Somebody going about stealing pigeons,

bringing them into people's dookets.

TAGGART: See, this woman has just disappeared.

And what's he done? Kept the other pieces?

If he has, I think the publicity will make him get rid of them fast.

All the odds he's already done it.

If only we could find the source of the tartan rug.

Oh, there must be thousands like it.

Buck Ruxton was more obliging.

Before my time.

Parsi doctor from Lancaster.

Cut up the children's housemaid and his wife.

Wrapped a piece up in the local paper.

Now that's what you call publicity.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Where d'you live?

Just off Maryhill Road.

How d'you travel in?

Car.

Mm.

I go to Scotstoun.

Oh aye?

Aye, it's a shame it's the opposite direction.

Oh well.

Home to cook for one again.

They'll put you off food in here.

(GIGGLES) Not yet.

I like cooking Chinese.

Oh aye?

I'll see you in the morning.

Good night.

You're a tryer.

He's a close one.

I just feel sorry for him.

That's all.

(PIGEONS COO)

TAGGART: We'll get away.

That's a token gesture on your part.

It isn't.

And I'm sorry you think that.

You were the one that brought up the idea of a holiday.

I've been looking forward to it.

Can't see us solving this one in two days.

Well I mean, did you have to take it

There are other detectives in Glasgow, surely.

You said yourself you had some leave due to you.

This isn't an ordinary case.

We don't even know who the victim is.

I've had an invitation to go to Canada.

To do what?

Visit disabled groups, study their methods.

When?

Next month.

I'll probably go.

Mr Dewar?

Yes?

My name's Angus Robinson.

I'm looking for my wife.

Well how can I help you?

I found a card with your name and address on it.

My kids don't seem to know you, so I assume my wife knew you somehow

Robinson?

Yeah, Mary Robinson, she's been missing for 10 days.

Oh, yes.

She came to me, two or three times.

What for?

Well I'm a hypnotherapist.

Your wife came to me as a patient.

She wasn't ill.

She was.

She was depressed.

She never said anything to me about it.

Look, if your wife is missing, Mr Robinson,

I suggest that's a matter for the police.

She walked out on me, and the four kids.

I'm sorry.

I really am.

Excuse me?

Are you a friend of Mr Dewar's?

Sorry?

A patient?

Uh, no.

Forgive me for asking but is perhaps your wife a patient of his?

What do you know about my wife?

Nothing, personally.

I'm Judy Morris.

Scottish Sunday Herald.

Could we talk?

MUSIC: "Hungry Like The Wolf" by Duran Duran

♪ Burning the ground, I break from the crowd

♪ I'm on the hunt

♪ I'm after you

♪ I smell like I sound

♪ I'm lost and I'm found

♪ And I'm hungry like the wolf ♪

You're the drummer, aren't you?

- That's right. - I think you're really great.

Do you have a girlfriend?

No.

I'm Lena.

I thought a guy like you would have hundreds.

I'm just the drummer.

I play drums.

Mine's a brandy and babycham.

Mine's lager.

Alright, Scott?

Billy.

Do you have any...?

What?

A smoke?

Oh.

(CHUCKLES) No.

Not that kind.

♪ SMOOTH SYNTH

(AMERICAN ACCENT) And here he is, my main man, Paul Young!

Hello.

Aren't you going to introduce us?

Alex, this is, uh...

Lena.

- Lena. - Hello, Lena.

I've seen you here quite a lot.

Yeah?

Shall we dance?

Aye, OK.

♪ I can tell you're gonna cry, is it over me? ♪

You don't waste time, do you?

What?

I said you don't waste much time.

♪ I'm not worth it, you see

♪ For I'm the type of boy

♪ Who is always on the roam

♪ Wherever I lay my hat, that's my... ♪

LIVINGSTONE: Makes you wonder.

What?

Missing persons.

Some of them will come home tonight, some of them won't.

Just some might be buried somewhere.

And we'll never know.

Fancy Joe's for a nightcap?

Thought you were supposed to be the married one.

Yeah, OK.

I'm going for a drink. Coming?

No.

No, thank you, sir.

I'd rather see you fresh in the morning.

I'll be fresh.

Could be she's from another part of the country.

I don't think so, sir. I think she's local.

Well, I hope you're right.

- Good night. - Good night.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Mr Robinson?

Detective Chief Inspector Taggart.

It's about this card you found behind your clock.

♪ ROCK

♪ Ooh, yeah ♪

He's been like it ever since his daughter left home.

Taking it out on you, eh?

What's new?

Where's she gone?

Taken up a nursing post, some hospital in Manchester I think.

Didn't you go out with her a couple of times?

Yes.

Peter.

There's, uh, something I haven't told anybody else.

What?

Can I trust you?

Yeah.

It's Jane, she's walked out on me.

What?

She's left me.

I don't believe it.

About a fortnight ago.

Well... why didn't you tell anyone before now?

Come on.

Most of the guys were at my wedding.

You've only been married, what, 18 months?

So where is she?

That's it, I don't know.

Got home around midnight

a week ago on Friday, and there was this note.

"Don't bother looking for me," it said. "Don't try to find me".

Why did she do it?

I don't know.

You must have some idea where she is.

Parents are on holiday, she's not with them.

One of her friends knows where she is, I'm damn sure of it.

You want to make it official?

Oh, come on.

And have everybody know?

She'll come back sooner or later, Peter.

Fancy that pair over there?

♪ CLASSICAL

Well I don't suppose you see much of him if he's a security guard

No, I don't.

Do you get lonely?

I do a bit.

Oh, dear.

We can't have that.

Do you use a pendulum?

Huh?

Or do I have to stare into flames?

You've been watching too many films.

I use my voice.

It opens doors.

(DOOR RATTLES)

Sorry.

ALEX: What can we do for you?

I'll leave you alone then.

ALEX: Good night.

My lodger.

Hey, listen.

I was thinking of going away for a couple of days,

to my cottage on the west coast.

Would you like to come?

According to Angus Robinson,

this reporter's got quite a file on Dewar.

Why did his wife go to him?

Dewar says she was depressed.

Though I can't understand

why people want to take their problems to cranks.

Sometimes there's nobody else.

Sad state to be in.

Yes?

Mr Dewar.

We'd like a few words.

It isn't convenient.

It's convenient.

What's it about?

Can we come in?

Well at least you've learned the grace of ringing doorbells.

We're looking for a Mrs Mary Robinson.

We understand she was a patient of yours.

Yes.

Her husband was here yesterday.

When did you last see her?

April the 27th.

Mrs Robertson went missing on the 28th.

I didn't realise.

So anything you could tell us about her would be useful.

She was depressed.

Unhappy with her family, felt trapped.

I meet a lot of women like her.

Would she have taken her own life?

I don't know. I hope not.

Did she tell you she intended leaving her husband and children?

No. But if she had it wouldn't have surprised me.

Where did she find out about your... services?

I advertise.

Was Mrs Swan a patient?

Uh, no, she was... just a friend.

Are you married, Mr Dewar?

Separated.

My wife's living in France I think.

How long ago?

About a year. Look, is this the same enquiry?

Are you still looking for the owner of the legs?

'Tis the same inquiry.

Well I wouldn't chop up a woman.

Terrible waste.

We're looking for Rhona Cameron.

I'll be with you in a moment.

If you'd like to start unloading,

there's a couple of guys coming to help you in a minute, OK?

This job has its compensations.

What can I do for you?

You're one of the biggest manufacturers of tartan rugs.

So I like to think.

We're the police.

We'd like you to come down to the station

and help us identify a piece of tartan.

Has it got a label on it?

No, no label.

What tartan is it?

- MacDonald. - Black Watch.

MacDonald.

It could be difficult.

There's a lot of copying goes on.

It's quite a large piece.

Connected with some crime, is it?

You could say.

What d'you imagine he's got in there

What?

That box.

Ask him.

I'm not nosy.

Perhaps he's bought you a birthday present.

I'm sure (!)

You know, I could unpick that string and do it up again in five seconds.

Why don't you?

This is Mrs Cameron.

Detective Chief Inspector Taggart.

- Hello. - How do you do?

Have you two got nothing to do?

I was about to say it's difficult to tell whether this is ours.

It could be.

There's one sure way of knowing.

- What's that? - We keep all our dyestuffs on file.

Good.

So we can extract the dye from some of these threads

and compare them, that's a start.

Right.

What was it used for?

It was used to wrap up part of a human body.

Well.

I'll do all I can to help.

You know, most people would feel squeamish knowing a thing like that.

I might be if the part of the body was still in it.

If it is your rug, how many shops would sell it?

You're talking about hundreds.

Aye.

I thought I might be.

A half pint of lager and a pint of heavy.

Paper, big man?

Oh, I've got one, son.

Thank you.

Paper, big man?

Aye, give us one.

Ta.

Keep the change.

Thank you.

Mm, cheers.

Ah, look at this.

Listen.

"Change self-defeating patterns. Hundreds helped.

"Smoking, overweight, sexual problems.

"Caring psychotherapist hypnotherapist, Alexander Dewar".

What's he like?

Smart.

- Qualified? - He's not registered.

Well, good work if you can get it.

Have you told Jim yet?

No.

You've got to, Kenny.

Look, what I told you was in confidence.

You know the case we're working on.

Jane doesn't want to be traced.

If there's anyone who'll be traced it'll be me.

I wonder how long he's gonna be on that delivery.

What are you doing?

I've parked here because I don't want your employees to know I'm about.

How many have you got?

On the manufacturing side or altogether?

Altogether.

63.

I'll need their home addresses, please.

That explains your secrecy, you suspect one of them.

I wish my choices were so narrow.

When I come to collect the dyestuff,

I'm just an ordinary retailer, OK?

Come to my house.

I'll take it home with me.

Aye.

I'd like that.

You shouldnae be so secretive.

Me, secretive?

You're being too bloody nosy as usual.

I didnae even think you knew it was my birthday.

You're embarrassed.

(LAUGHS)

We're walking down the steps, Judy.

We're almost at the bottom.

There's the sand, and the sea.

You like the sea.

You want to walk across the sand and go in.

I'm going to take your hand...

...and we'll walk across the beach, together.

There.

How is the sand?

Beautiful.

You feel... very warm.

You want...

Why don't you take off your blouse?

Your eyelids are very heavy.

You can't keep them open.

There's no stress here.

Not in this place.

How do you feel?

You need a lesson in anatomy, Mr Dewar.

My mind is up here.

- See the game on Saturday? - That'll be right.

There's something on the belt.

Jesus! Stop the belt.

What do you do on weekends?

I just spend them quietly.

Reading, watching the telly.

I've got a friend in Maryhill.

I sometimes take her wee girl out.

I'll probably be down your way.

Oh aye?

How have you enjoyed your first week then?

Great.

Not turned you vegetarian?

Who cooks for you at home?

What do you mean?

It's just... Jessie told me.

Jessie told you what?

About your wife.

Did she?

How long's she been...

Look, I don't want to talk about it.

OK?

How long before that cools down?

Early tomorrow morning.

It's been burning since eight o'clock.

Are you sure about what you saw?

Aye, I'm sure.

Was it wrapped up in anything?

Didnae seem to be.

Could've become loose when the bulldozer picked it up.

It's burnt now.

Shouldn't be reduced to clinker yet, though.

Go and ask the gaffer if he can remember

which truck brought that load in.

Looks like I can take a rest till tomorrow morning then.

Listen, I'm sorry I brought you out.

That's alright.

Nothing compared with the task facing the boys

if there is a head in there.

Morning.

Hello.

What's her name?

Brock.

She rolled in some mud.

Do you like horses?

Last time I rode a horse it was a coalman's horse.

(HORSE WHINNIES)

Irish Hunter?

Oh, you know something about them.

They asked me to find Shergar but I was too busy.

I've got all the information you wanted.

I hope it's helpful.

I'm sure it will be.

Caroline, will you take Brock in for me, please?

Sure.

She's my neighbour's daughter.

She wants to be a show jumper.

You jump yourself?

Not competitively.

It's nice to have the time.

I make time.

I don't believe in letting work rule my life.

It's a good maxim.

Is that the list you want?

Not really.

I'd be happier if the rug was sold by a dozen specialist shops.

Not 250 high street stores.

And that's just in Strathclyde.

And you've been making that rug for how long?

Five years or so.

Oh, and here's the other list you wanted.

Current employees.

I'm afraid I'm going to need another one.

Ex-employees going back the five years.

It'll be a long list.

I'm not easy to work for.

They say that about me.

Do you seriously think he's an employee?

No.

Not really.

It's just in a case like this, you follow up every lead.

No matter how remote.

Just be discreet, that's all.

What does your husband do?

We're divorced.

How long?

10 years now.

Perhaps you were too independent for him.

Perhaps.

Any other information you require?

No, not for the moment.

You're late.

Aye, I had to see somebody first.

I got your vodka.

Oh, great.

Anything happened?

No.

A fella drove up on a motorbike last night,

it just started me thinking about him again.

Are you sleeping better?

Yeah, I'm getting out as much as possible.

That's what you told me to do.

Aye, right.

No use sitting about moping.

Get out and enjoy yourself, well, that's what I've been doing.

I was in Amsterdam last night.

Oh?

We took this young engineer down the red light district.

No my cup of tea.

What exactly are you looking for?

A pay rise.

You be here on Sunday?

Yes.

That's good, cos if Rangers get beat tomorrow

there'll be a few more bodies coming in for you.

His'll be one of them.

Want a drink?

Take a seat, Miss, uh...

Judy.

- Do you always work this late? - Do you?

You've been a hard man to get hold of.

What do you want?

It's about a man called Alec Dewar.

What about him?

I understand he might be involved in this torso murder.

Where did you get that?

Angus Robinson. His wife is missing.

Now, you know better than to...

I'm not here about the murder.

I'm planning to do a piece for the Sunday Herald on Mr Dewar.

I just wanted to check that I'm not on sensitive ground.

Very considerate of you.

Yes.

So is he involved?

We've questioned Mr Dewar.

And I am satisfied he has nothing to do with this inquiry.

Good.

What's your piece about?

It's an expose of his practices.

Ha!

I see they haven't escaped you.

I hope you've got evidence.

I've been on his trail for some time.

Good night.

Judy.

Who's that?

Reporter.

You smell.

Disinfectant.

Had a nice evening, have you?

Busy.

I saw the remains of the severed head.

How's the search going?

We're working under the arc lights now.

That should heat it up.

Then you'll really pong.

You are coming out there?

There are other lines to this inquiry.

I saw Mrs Cameron.

She's divorced, you know.

Oh, she would be.

♪ SYNTH POP

George?

It's Scott.

Don't phone and don't come round.

Can I give you a hand?

What are you doing here?

I told you I might look in.

Look, I'm really... I'm really busy right now.

Garden rubbish.

Let me help you.

No, no, no, it's fine.

I can manage myself.

How did you find out where I lived?

I asked Jessie.

I wanted to know if you'd like to come round for your dinner, tomorrow

I'm not sure.

You said all you do is read and watch television.

Well I read and watch television too

I thought we might as well do it together.

Look, I'm in a bit of a hurry.

I've got to go and dump this rubbish

I'll come with you.

No, no, I've got to go on somewhere else afterwards.

Look, why... why don't you come round here tomorrow sometime?

You can have your dinner here, alright?

I'll bring it, OK?

Aye, fine.

I'm not entirely helpless, you know.

(GIGGLES)

He won't be a minute.

Still in bed, is he?

Yeah, he's having a lie in.

Do you want a coffee?

Been celebrating, has he?

Must have been.

D'you live here?

I'm in digs here.

Where did you meet him?

At Havana Joe's.

Disco. I'm drummer with The Rivals.

Good afternoon.

You must think I spend my life in bed.

We're still searching for Mrs Robinson.

Look, I've told you, I...I don't kno anything more about her.

Was she just a patient, Mr Dewar?

Or did you try and get on friendlier terms?

What do you think I am?

- Did you hypnotise her? - Yes.

- Make a recording? - No.

Usual procedure, isn't it?

Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't.

In Mrs Robinson's case I didn't.

I am reliably informed...

...that not all your consultations are conducted... well, professionally.

Well that's a damn lie.

Who's been spreading this rubbish?

Never mind who's spreading it.

I have a right to know.

And I have a right to know everything Mrs Robinson said.

Depression, family life, sexual problems, everything.

(ENGINES RUMBLE)

Morning.

I can smell it from here.

There's an overall in the wagon.

I think I'll leave you in charge of this, Peter.

Good experience for you.

I'll take a cup of tea though.

I hear you've been working beside rats.

I'm used to it.

I'll pretend I didn't hear that.

There's something I ought to tell you.

There's another missing person.

Kenny Forfar's wife, she walked out on him

a week ago last Friday.

When did you hear about this?

A few days ago.

A few days ago?

He was embarrassed about the guys finding out,

that's why he didn't want it made official.

Don't let on I...

Kenny.

Yes, sir?

I want you back at headquarters with me, now.

You see, I'd called the police. Well you can understand how...

The police were here?

Yes.

Oh, Mr Swan, I can't tell you...

That's alright, Mrs Barnet. Thank you.

You didn't tell me the polis were here.

Did I not? I must have forgot.

Come on. Betty.

How could you forget something like that?

Well I did!

Look, it was all a mix up.

When I got back I found them coming out the house.

They thought I was, d'you know that woman that was murdered?

They found the legs?

They were in here?

Yes, but they were very apologetic.

What were they doing, searching?

They left as soon as I arrived.

Where the hell were you?

Shopping.

- Who brought you back? - What do you mean?

You weren't shopping.

Some guy brought you back.

Right.

His name is Alec Dewar.

He's a hypnotherapist.

A hypno what?

A hypnotherapist.

I'm going to him for treatment.

Look, Fred, it hasn't been easy for me since Patrick's accident.

Here on my own, I needed help.

Why didn't you go to the doctor?

And get more drugs?

Mr Dewar, he's kind, he's patient.

I talk to him and he listens to me.

He's very understanding.

How much does he cost?

What does that matter? We're no short.

Listen.

I don't earn good money for you to waste on cranks.

If you hadn't wasted it on a motorbike for our son,

he might still be alive.

I'm sorry.

And you've no idea where she is?

None.

Have you spoken to her parents?

They're on holiday, sir.

Driving around Europe.

Maybe she's with them.

No, they'd left by the time she... disappeared.

I've phoned round all her friends.

They either don't know or they're not telling me.

I'd have come forward sooner but I didn't think it necessary.

She doesn't...

I want to see that note.

I've been carrying it around with me

I must have read it about 100 times.

How bad were things between you?

No worse than any copper's marriage.

Straight answers, please.

She'd complain about my hours.

She never saw me.

When she did see me, I was always... tired.

That's about it.

- That note mentions drinking. - Who doesn't?

She complained about that.

Just a bit of relaxation, that's all it is.

She seems determined you shan't find her.

I suppose it is her handwriting?

Course it is.

What do you think I did?

Chopped her up, wrote it myself?

Thanks a lot, mate (!)

Kenny.

Pity.

Enormous pity.

It must be possible to get a print.

Decomposition in itself is no problem.

Fingerprints go right down to the dermis.

In this case we have no dermis.

Eaten by maggots, Peter.

Two days in all that stinking rubbis

and we don't even have her fingerprints.

Fan-bloody-tastic (!)

I think you better take him over the road and buy him an orange juice

One thing I have noticed.

They seem to have been very skilfully dismembered.

What about the legs?

Oh, the legs too.

But now we've got these, it gives a more complete picture.

It's obvious.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hi, Peter, I didn't see you come in.

Uh, a whisky and a gin and tonic, please.

Do you want a top up?

No, thanks.

I hear you've been on that dump job.

Yes.

Thought I could smell Dettol.

Ought to get on the drug squad,

they don't do that sort of thing there.

Do you have people like Jim Taggart?

Getting you down, is he?

A little bit.

We're worse than him.

I'd like to meet them.

I wouldn't say too much about him.

He's just come in.

Keep the change.

I'll leave you to your misery.

Cheer up.

We've only got the big bit to find.

Couldn't bear another minute in that place.

Part of the job.

Pint of heavy, please.

- D'you want one? - No.

So...

...what did Kenny say?

Probably the same thing he said to you four days ago.

He asked me not to tell anyone.

But it's part of your duty to tell me.

Gave me a list of her friends.

I've spent the afternoon ringing around them.

Nobody's seen her for a fortnight.

You don't think it's her?

How well do you know her?

Quite well.

BARMAN: Sir.

Right, thanks.

What was she like?

Restless.

Bit of an artist.

Frustrated, intellectual type.

Is she the sort of woman that would reply to an advert

placed by Alec Dewar?

Oh, come on.

Bored housewife.

Frustrated.

Husband drinking too much.

Bit depressed.

What do you think he is?

A sorting house for every troubled female in Glasgow

You might be near the truth.

Thanks.

I'm giving you an opportunity

to get away from that rubbish dump for a morning.

I heard on the news about you finding more of the body.

Not the most glamorous part of police work.

I never thought of it as glamorous.

Some people do.

Well, here's the other list you wanted.

Ex-employees going back five years.

I warned you it would be long.

What do you do, eat them?

Do you want a drink?

I'll take a malt.

Right.

D'you take water in it?

No, thank you.

You know, it must take a lot of courage to cut up a body like that.

Courage?

Well, maybe that's the wrong word.

Try cold-bloodedness.

I wonder why he didn't just bury her.

He was probably frightened she'd be identified.

Buried bodies have a habit of being dug up.

It makes you wonder how many missing people are buried somewhere

and won't be found.

I don't have time to worry about things like that.

Only the ones that are found.

You don't mind me taking an interest?

Not at all.

Whose is the horse?

He was mine.

His name was Star Cloud.

He injured himself in a jump and I had to shoot him.

Must be a hard thing to do.

Not when something's in pain.

Were you riding him at the time?

No, my husband was.

Alex.

You're in the Sunday Herald.

Don't be ridiculous.

Read it.

(SHE COUGHS)

That hypnotherapist you went to.

What was his name?

Dewar.

Alec Dewar. (COUGHS)

Didn't do you much good, did he?

Well, I may have to go back.

Was that him?

It's difficult to tell.

There's a picture of him.

I know, I see it, I said it's difficult to tell.

He's the guy that brought you home, isn't he?

He must be, mustn't he?

I want the truth!

He's in there.

I'm not getting involved.

But you are involved, you live here.

Where are you going?

I'm off to my room.

Bloody coward.

Scott.

I'm sorry, I...

Please, stay here with me, will you?

It'll cost you a month's rent.

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

Two weeks.

No, four.

That's including the two that I already owe you.

Get stuffed.

You're the coward, Alex.

Have you seen him?

No, but he's definitely in there.

I know one way to get him out.

Clear off, all of you! I've called the police!

My wife, Dewar, you were the last to see her.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTS AND GRUNTS)

LIVINGSTONE: Stop!

(SMACK)

I didn't know you were a cop.

You know now, don't you?

You have some sort of fund, don't you?

For widows and children?

When you give me back my things, there's a £20 note in my wallet.

You can have it.

Get him out of here.

What's to happen to Dewar?

He hasn't broken any law.

I'm away at sea six months of the year.

I'd like to know my wife's safe from men like him.

That's all.

That's up to your wife.

Isn't it?

Nice keeker.

If I thought you'd sent me there on purpose I'd give you one to match

♪ DRAMATIC CHORAL MUSIC

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

You hadnae forgotten I was coming?

Kitchen through here?

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

I brought round a chicken.

Ready cooked, some sprouts, potatoes.

And... a bottle of vino.

You shouldnae have bothered.

Who wants to eat on their own on a Sunday?

I didn't know you were religious.

Religious?

Aye.

That music.

I just find it takes my mind off things.

Och, look...

Just leave it all to me.

I have to go and check my pigeons.

Can I have a look at them?

No, uh... No, they're laying.

It's been over a week now, we've got two legs and two arms

and we don't even know who she is.

What's taking us so long?

Dr Andrew seems to think he might be a... butcher.

It might be an idea to ask any missing persons to come forward.

Confidentially if need be, just so that we can eliminate them.

Forfar's wife won't.

Why not?

Kenny on the force, I don't think she'd trust any policeman.

Haven't you any idea where your wife is?

No.

I came back one day and, uh...

...she'd packed her bags and left.

Not even a note?

No.

People can't just disappear.

Can they not?

Where did you work before?

I worked a few places before McSwean's.

Used to work in the slaughterhouse for a while.

(LAUGHS) Oh, I wouldn't like that.

Aye well, you get used to it.

Why did you leave?

Redundancy.

Got made redundant.

Do you have any children?

We had a daughter.

Had?

She died last November.

I'm sorry, I...

Can I ask how?

Heroin.

We'd no idea.

She'd become so secretive, you know, she...

Telling lies, staying in her room all day.

Difficult to wake her up.

We found her one morning.

In the bathroom dead, with the needl still stuck in her arm.

I had no idea.

Well I don't talk about it much.

See, Edna and me, we...

...blamed each other for Pauline's death.

Och, that was it, just...

...bitterness, rows.

Maybe she'll come back.

Your wife.

Oh, I doubt that.

I doubt that very much.

Last one.

Sorry it's been a bit slow the day.

Not been feeling too good today. I was kind of sick over the weekend.

OK to drive?

Yeah, sure.

Well when you're finished this lot, just go home, eh?

Thanks, pal.

Hiya, how's things?

(INAUDIBLE)

Mr McSwean?

Detective Chief Inspector Taggart, Detective Sergeant Livingstone.

I know, I've had three butchers onto me today already.

Looking for the guy that chopped up this woman?

Are you married?

Afraid so.

Is your wife accounted for?

Accounted for? What kind of language is he speaking?

Is she at home?

Well if she's not, gie her a bollocking.

Jessie.

Was my wife in the shop yesterday?

Aye, that's right.

Why?

Police are checking.

What makes you think it's a butcher?

Och, it's just a hunch.

If it's an amorous butcher you're after

try Porteous in Kenilworth St, he's got three on the go.

Oh, we've seen him.

All accounted for, as this one would say.

Cheerio.

I wish you'd learn to speak English.

Like me to speak French?

I could.

We've got enough difficulties.

♪ ROCK

♪ Yes! ♪

(SINGER VOCALISES)

♪ You got it! ♪

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

DJ: Alright, what about the band?

They'll be joining you a bit later.

Now what about a bit of "Too Shy" from Kajagoogoo?

MUSIC: "Too Shy" by Kajagoogoo

Never give in, do you?

Life's too short.

You don't look good.

You got a smoke?

Oh, make it two.

That's four quid off the rent.

Two joints?

It's good stuff.

I suppose you're gonna rush round and find out what's wrong.

Oh, he looked so ill yesterday.

Yeah, there's something not right with him.

Any more news from George?

No.

He'll just have a dose of the flu.

Goodnight, girls.

Genuine article?

Yeah, looks like it.

Who found it?

The guy with the dog.

I'll have a word with him.

Down there.

Can you give me a photograph of this bit?

(KNOCKS)

Get that out of there, boys.

What's that, a feather?

Mm, it was in the folds.

Could've got there since.

It was too deep inside.

- What kind is it? - Sir...

I'm no expert.

At a guess I'd say... a parrot.

We found another body.

It's lying in the ditch.

Shit!

George?

She's a Mrs Harriet Gordon. 48 Green Drive, Rutherglen.

Bit near for coincidence.

She's been dead about three days.

Looks like a particularly nasty hit and run.

I suppose we're all thinking the same thing?

He's made his first mistake.

I was just looking for George.

I was just looking.

Are you a friend of his?

Doesn't matter.

There are two groups of feathers.

Down feathers and contour feathers.

This is a contour feather.

See, all feathers have knots.

With sparrows, they're close together.

Wading birds are different, their knots are pointed and conical.

Chicken feathers would have characteristics

the same as wading birds, so this isn't a chicken feather.

This one has long knots with several protruding tips.

Do you want to have a look?

Just tell us what it fell off.

A pigeon.

It's a pigeon feather.

(PHONE RINGS)

Taggart.

It's for you.

I'll take it outside.

Some pigeon owners do dye their birds exotic colours.

Really?

Hello?

Yes, yes, absolutely.

Where?

WOMAN: Give him those.

I don't want them.

At least now you know I'm alive.

TAGGART: How many bullets?

Hard to say.

Entry wounds are close together in the chest.

Are the bullets still in there?

Yes.

I'm just going to get them out for the ballistic boys.

Now at least we know how she died.

Doesn't fit a pattern of domestic murder though, does it?

You must know quite a lot about your murderer by now.

We do.

Everything.

Bar his name.

You feeling better?

Aye fine, just a wee touch of flu, that was all.

A hot toddy before your bed.

Doesn't cure anything, but it's a great excuse.

Aye, who needs an excuse?

Go on your tea now, Rosy.

Called in to see how you were last night.

When?

Oh, about six.

Couldn't get any answer.

I was probably sleeping.

I doped myself up with some aspirins

There was this guy, trying to get into your pigeon dooket.

What guy?

Oh, he didn't tell me his name.

What'd he look like?

Tall, blonde hair.

About 20.

Thought I'd tell you, I remembered what you said about thieves,

but he seemed to know you.

Why'd you not tell me before?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I got the ballistics report on the bullets.

Makes interesting reading.

So...

...where is Jane Forfar hiding?

Old school friend.

You gonna tell him?

It's difficult.

I thought he was a mate of yours.

He is.

Nine millimetre what?

Italian Fiocchi bullets.

Fairly rare in this country.

Normally found abroad in personal protection guns.

How big is a gun like that?

Small enough to conceal in a handbag.

Well, it means checking all the collectors and firearms clubs.

But if he has used a licensed gun,

he's a bigger idiot than he's appeared so far.

By the way...

...that's the name of the next pigeon keeper we're going to see.

George Bryce.

Aye.

I like the sound of him.

That young detective asked me out.

Join the club.

Think the other one's trying to chat me up.

Is that wise?

He seems to think I might have something to contribute to the case.

Or maybe he doesn't.

Shouldn't you tell him?

Let him find out for himself.

Mr Bryce?

Yes?

We're police officers.

Chief Inspector Taggart, Detective Sergeant Livingstone.

Have we caught you at an awkward moment?

No, no, it's...

It's just we're making a routine search

of all the pigeon dookets in Glasgow.

Would you object to us looking in yours?

No, no, not at all, just been cleaning it out.

Right, Kenny.

Can I have a few words?

Aye, sure.

Whereabouts do you work?

McSwean's.

McSwean's, the butchers.

You're a butcher?

Well I make... I make haggises and black puddings and stuff like that.

It's a kind of small business

and we all do a wee bit of everything.

I make deliveries as well.

Is your wife at home?

No, we've... we've separated.

She's... To tell you the truth, I don't know where she is.

I'm sorry to hear that.

How long's she been gone?

Three months now.

Doesn't it worry you, you don't know where she is?

Like I say, we're separated, I mean...

You know, sometimes you're better no knowing something than knowing it.

Uh... Look, can I ask you what this is all about?

It's just routine enquiries.

Care for one?

Uh, no thanks.

You mind if he does?

We get paid far too much these days.

Oh, aye.

Aye, I wish I had a job like that.

Where did you work before McSwean's?

Well I had quite a few jobs, actually.

Mainly just kind of filling in, you know, after I was made redundant

Redundant from where?

From where I used to work.

In the slaughterhouse.

Not a job I'd like to do.

Um, what exactly are they looking for?

Listen, uh...

You mind if we take a look inside the house?

We could get a search warrant, but we'd prefer to do it this way.

What's going on here?

I don't mind helping you, I've got nothing to hide.

If you'll just tell me what this is all about.

Pigeon thefts.

♪ DRUM SOLO

Sorry, Scott.

But you know how it is.

Why now?

You just don't fit in.

I used to.

I hear The Scratch are looking for a drummer.

How do you know?

We've got theirs.

(CYMBAL CRASHES)

Thanks for your help, Mr Bryce.

We'll not bother you again.

Are there any other pigeon fanciers in the area?

Uh, aye, there's two across there.

Oh, we've seen them.

Cheerio.

See you.

Should get that light fixed, you'll be lifted.

Aye, I keep meaning to get it sorted.

We've got him.

MCVITIE: We're sure she's been missing three months?

We checked with a neighbour.

MCVITIE: Does he know you took this?

Borrowed, sir. But no, he doesn't.

And no gun.

No evidence of one.

And we know our victim's been dead for only about two weeks.

Look. She's missing.

He can't say where. He's a butcher.

He keeps pigeons.

He's got a dent in his car...

What colour is it?

Fawn.

You might be interesting to see what we got on the hit and run victim.

They found fawn paint on her clothes.

(SIGHS)

Oh, uh, there is a bonus.

George Bryce worked for four months as a packer

at Rhona Cameron's woollen mill.

Well, that clinches it.

So, what are we waiting for?

Forensic tests.

MCVITIE: And in the meantime?

Let him stew.

WOMAN: You're leaning forward again.

Shoulders back, back straight.

That's it. Very good, sergeant. Carry on.

Don't let your hands bounce about.

Keep them down, keep them still.

Oh!

Carry on.

Hello.

I thought you weren't going to come here.

A man is helping police with enquiries.

Oh, that's good.

There's one other thing.

Do you keep records of discount sales to employees

going back about three years?

Oh, you're asking the impossible now

That's a pity.

Are you trying to say he is an ex-employee after all?

A packer used to work for you about three years ago,

named George Bryce.

Yes, I remember him.

Think anyone else would? Somebody that worked with him?

Why?

I want to know if he bought any tartan rugs.

It's very likely, we do give staff a good discount.

I don't want anybody to know about this yet.

Sounds like you're asking me to play detective.

I am.

Ready, George?

No, not quite.

I'm sorry things have been a bit on the slow side the day.

It's alright.

I'll just leave you to lock up then.

Aye fine, I'm meeting somebody later anyway.

Right, see you in the morning.

Aye, goodnight.

Can't you tell anything about this chap?

Only that I spent three days on a rubbish tip because of him.

Why don't you arrest him?

We're waiting for some forensic results.

Sounds very technical.

I wouldn't wait if it was up to me.

By the way, I think Jim Taggart fancies your neighbour.

A lot of guys do.

I don't think he'll get very far.

(YELLS)

Morning.

Morning, Rosy.

There you go.

What's this?

Och, George has left the bloody boilers on.

(SHE SCREAMS)

Phone the police. Phone the police!

Went round a few of her friends again yesterday.

- Could be indicative. - Of what?

She doesn't want to know, Kenny.

She's my wife, for Christ's sakes.

Alright, boys. Let's get Bryce first, eh?

You were quick.

Quick?

He's in there.

Jesus.

TAGGART: Who found the body?

I did. Must've been here all night.

Turned off the boilers when I came in.

Kenny, take them outside.

And don't you touch anything else in the shop.

Well what have we got here, Peter?

Bryce killed his wife.

Who killed Bryce?

The Biscuit is not gonna like this.

It's...

There was just all this steam.

And he was... lyin' there.

How long have you worked here?

Two weeks.

Did you know him well?

JESSIE: Now can you not give her time?

She was going out with the guy.

Well, sort of.

How often did you leave him to lock up?

Now and again.

Was a bit behind yesterday, he wasn't feeling well.

Said he was meeting somebody.

- Did he say who? - No.

Or where?

Could've been here, he didn't say.

Did he have his own keys?

Aye, had his own keys.

That's the funny thing, whoever killed him must've...

...turned the lights off and locked up.

Aye, wanted to give himself plenty of time to get away.

Excuse me.

Listen.

Before you say anything, nobody knew he was gonna be shot.

I've just been talking to Angus Robinson.

He's had a postcard from his wife.

She's not coming back to him.

It's a bit academic now, sir.

Ooh, not really.

Our wives will be joining her soon, I think.

♪ DRUM ROLL

♪ UPBEAT BRASS

Does it have to be so loud?

And I wish you wouldn't smoke in the house.

If we get another visit from the law...

You sound just like my father.

Yeah, what are your drums doing on the stairs?

I've left the band.

I might sell 'em.

Oh. Why?

They've got a new drummer.

What's the matter, don't they like your style?

It seems not.

I'm old-fashioned.

I don't fit in, to quote them.

You'll find another band.

I told you, I've given up.

RADIO: "..investigating the fatal shooting this morning

"of a butcher's assistant in the centre..."

- Turn it down! - Leave it!

"..has been named as George Bryce, aged 40.

"But no other details about the shooting have yet been released.

"The Scottish trade deal..."

We weren't close or anything, but... I felt sorry for him.

His wife had left him, and his daughter was dead.

He never mentioned a daughter.

She died of a drug overdose.

Some time last year.

This chap you met in Bryce's garden.

I've told you all I can about him.

He just seemed to be looking for something.

You remember him well enough to do a photo fit picture for us?

I could draw him.

I used to be quite good at art at school.

Please, please let me.

I want to help.

OK.

There was something else.

He... he had a badge on his lapel with something written on it.

What?

It was a slogan of some sort.

Oh, I wish I'd paid more attention.

Oh, you weren't to know, Rosy.

If you do remember anything, give me a ring.

Now Peter'll take you to do that drawing.

How were you so quick this morning?

I'd only just put the phone down.

We're efficient, Rosy.

There can't be that many people in Glasgow with guns, surely.

Oh Jean, don't be so naive.

Well suppose you do find out who shot Bryce, what then?

Another case arrived on your desk, it'll be the same story.

Look, I didn't come home to give you excuses.

The excuses find you.

None of us expected this.

When I find out who's behind it I'll follow you out.

- On your own? - I'm not a child.

You didn't want me to come in the first place.

Only because I thought you'd be left out.

I can sight see.

Go round the museums.

OK, we lead separate lives, meet somewhere in the middle.

But for somebody that can write a book about sex and disablement...

...things needn't have been as big a problem as they are.

In spite of this chair, I can still walk out.

Kenny.

Strange.

There's hardly a thing to suggest he had a daughter.

Aye well, you either want to be reminded or you don't.

What about this?

Shouldn't have thought Bryce was into them.

We saw them at Havana Joe's.

I'm taking Caroline there tonight.

Aye.

Weird looking mob.

Course, you're into weird looking mobs, aren't you?

Hm?

Those Hells Angels.

Hear about them digging up a grave near Oban yesterday?

What?

Member of a rival gang that had been stabbed.

Some sort of ritual desecration.

No.

You're out of touch, pal.

Obviously.

I didn't expect you to go to all this trouble.

Oh, a salad's no trouble.

Help yourself to bread.

You know, I thought that he was the man you were after.

It appears he's not.

Well he definitely bought the rugs.

I asked in the most roundabout pretext you can imagine.

What do you remember about him?

Very little.

He was good at his job.

Oh, and he took odd days off because of illness.

What about his family?

I get to know the people that work for me, but not that well.

He said he was going to meet somebody the night he died.

Well if you'd still like me to play detective,

I'd say he hired somebody to murder his wife

and then was killed by that person.

What makes you think it was his wife?

It's just an assumption.

Wasn't it?

Well you don't usually have someone to commit a murder

and then get rid of the body yourself.

MUSIC: "Relax" by Frankie Goes To Hollywood

♪ Relax, don't do it

♪ When you want to go to it

♪ Relax, don't do it

♪ When you wanna come

♪ Relax, don't do it

♪ When you wanna suck, chew it

♪ Relax, don't do it

♪ When you wanna come ♪

Hi Kenny, d'you want...

Where is she?

- Look... - Where is she?!

Get off him!

You don't want to know, Kenny!

- Liar! - (WOMAN SCREAMS)

Alright guys, that's enough! We're calling the police.

We are the police!

Look, Kenny, I...

(KNOCKS DOOR)

Sit down.

I dislike suspending any officer.

You can hardly blame Kenny.

What were you doing at a disco during an inquiry?

Relaxing, sir.

And while you were relaxing...

...it's been established that the bullets which killed Bryce

came from the same gun.

- (KNOCK) - Come.

I know who that guy is.

Come on, big man. That's Dewar's lodger.

Why did he leave so suddenly?

DEWAR: I don't know. You can read as well as me.

His drums are still out there.

Yeah, well they'd be a bit of an encumbrance to him, wouldn't they?

Besides, he's left the band.

Did he ever meet a man called George Bryce?

He had a girlfriend once called Pauline Bryce.

Wait a minute, George Bryce, isn't he the man...

Yeah, he's the man.

He was shot dead two days ago.

Pauline Bryce was his daughter.

Did Scott ever take drugs?

Or deal in them?

Why?

I want to know.

Well I...I think he probably smoked a little

but I know for a fact

he didn't touch hard drugs, felt pretty strongly about them.

So do I.

Pauline Bryce died of a heroin overdose.

She didn't get it from him.

I wouldn't have drugs in this house.

Did Scott own a gun?

How do you expect me to know all these things about him?

He lodged here, that's all.

Um...

...shouldn't your eye have healed by now?

Yes.

It should have.

Hm.

ROSY: Aye, he doesn't look... exactly like that.

JESSIE: It's only supposed to be an impression.

I'd know him again if I saw him.

Maybe not got anything to do with it of course.

It's the first time in my life

anything like this has ever happened to me.

The police have probably got more important witnesses than you.

(CLATTERING)

What on earth's the matter with you?

What is it?

I just... I just keep thinking of him, lying there.

You could have given her the day off

Go on, Rosy.

No, I'll be alright.

Come back in the morning.

You come back when you feel up to it

You go and talk to the band.

Drop me off at Bryce's in case you missed anything.

You're not taking that with you?

Why not?

The police'll find him without you.

They've got thousands of men on the go.

And they need them, there's some strange people about.

You hear about these Hells Angels digging up each other's graves?

I'd shoot the lot of them.

Not even vandalism, it's just sick.

Just cos they're rivals.

What's the matter?

Excuse me.

What's that about?

Och... she's just a wee lassie.

Mrs Bryce, I presume?

Yes?

It's strange to read in the papers about someone you know.

At first I couldn't believe it was George.

Still don't.

Where have you been?

In Edinburgh, working in the hotel.

I've worked in them before.

Nobody questions you.

Wants to know your business. Or lack of it.

Why did you leave?

Do you have a daughter, inspector?

Yeah.

So did we.

She's...

Neither of us knew about her problem until it was too late.

After Pauline's death, there was very little to hold us together.

Perhaps you can't understand that, inspector.

Perhaps I can.

You ever meet your daughter's boyfriend?

Scott Adair?

Yes.

I haven't seen him since the trial.

Milk and sugar?

Both, please.

What trial is this?

There was a relief teacher called Heather Jamieson.

Accused of drug dealing.

Scott told us she sold Pauline the drugs that killed her.

How did he know that?

They all used to go to this disco.

It wouldn't be Havana Joe's by any chance?

That was it.

Mrs Bryce, I remember that Jamieson case.

The verdict was not proven, she was released.

I know.

Can I use your phone?

Aye, go ahead.

It's so wrong.

George and Pauline are dead and she's still free.

I hardly think she's that, Mrs Bryce.

Superintendent Tom Burnside. Drug squad, please.

LIVINGSTONE: Hello?

In here.

Detective Sergeant Livingstone, meet Mrs Bryce.

Don't worry, she's not a ghost.

We assumed...

Never assume.

Oh Tom, it's Jim Taggart here.

I'm trying to trace the whereabouts of an old customer of yours.

Heather Jamieson.

Yeah, that's the one.

See you next week. Bye now.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Let's find a seat.

So Dave, what happened?

She moved to Merseyside,

and Merseyside forgot to tell us she moved back here.

What a cock-up.

Quite precarious.

The jury believed she'd confiscated the drugs

and she was on her way back to hand them in.

A few good months' work and then som clever bastard on the defence counse

can destroy it in a few hours.

So, she's your victim?

Looks like it.

Public service.

Killing Bryce wasn't.

So you think it was Scott Adair?

He was Pauline Bryce's boyfriend.

Do you remember Bryce at the trial?

Never made himself known.

His wife said he spent every day there.

I mean, a lot of parents did.

A few of them would like to have killed her.

Remember any of them?

I remember the one who made the most noise.

A guy called Swan.

Fred Swan.

Merchant navy?

Ship's engineer or something.

Their son died in a motorbike accident.

He was on LSD at the time.

Supplied by Heather Jamieson.

We met Swan, but I didn't know that.

Could he have met Bryce?

Swan made a point of meeting everybody.

Buxhill radio station.

I'd like to put a call through to the MV Braemar.

She's an oil rig supply boat.

The person I want to speak to is the officer of the watch.

I can't keep you away.

I thought I'd call round to tell you we've almost solved the case.

I have a distinct feeling of deja vu.

No, this time it's different.

We've got a lead on someone.

Shouldn't be long till we find him.

Well, what do you want me to do this time?

My wife went to Canada this morning.

She'll be away for a month.

I thought I'd like to repay you for last night, take you out to dinner.

Wouldn't you have liked to have gone with her?

She's lecturing to disabled groups.

She's disabled herself.

The last man who asked me out

didn't have the courage to mention his wife.

What's wrong with her?

Paralysis after childbirth.

20 years now.

I see.

Well, you're wasting your time with me.

Why?

I was married once.

Under pressure, because it was what the family expected.

But now I'm free.

And next to horses, I prefer my own sex.

How many?

You wouldn't have any idea what the calls were about, would you

♪ ROCK

Sir!

Um, thank you.

I think you've told me all I need to know, yes. Thank you, bye.

I know who killed Bryce, it wasn't Scott Adair.

Bryce sat in the public gallery during Heather Jamieson's trial.

Slow down.

One of the other parents there was Fred Swan.

His son died after taking LSD.

What are you saying now?

That there's a third conspirator?

In the logbook, on Swan's ship,

a record of three ship to shore call made by Swan to Bryce's number.

Proves nothing.

At the time she was killed,

Swan's ship was up the Clyde for repairs.

It makes sense.

Swan did the shooting.

Bryce was left to dispose of the body

because Swan had to go back to sea.

But Adair?

Is he in this still?

He must be.

You mean all three?

Looks like it.

Jim know about Swan?

No.

You'll be popular.

Come on.

Let's get down to Swan's, see what he's got to say for himself

♪ ROCK

♪ It's been a while

♪ Since I heard from you

♪ It's been a while

♪ With the day you lose

♪ Going away

♪ Maybe today, yeah

♪ Whoa, yeah

♪ Sooner or later... ♪

♪ I feel alive

♪ I've never felt so good... ♪

Please, would you get that message to Mr Taggart?

Tell him it's very important.

(RADIO BEEPS)

RADIO: "941, 41."

Yeah?

♪ Oh, it's time I was leavin' (It's time) ♪

(MUSIC STOPS, CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

Is there a picture of your husband in here, Mrs Swan?

- Yes. - He's not upstairs.

I haven't seen him all day.

Does your husband own a gun, Mrs Swan?

No.

Could he have brought one from abroad and concealed it?

- Is that him? - Yes.

Come on, Peter.

Listen... What's he done?

♪ ROCK

♪ Did I make you laugh

♪ Tempt you to love

♪ Tell me baby, did I make you cry

♪ I got no regrets

♪ No sinner said, oh

♪ Whoa, this could take my life

♪ Like the fool I am ♪

Don't you read the papers? Your face is all over them.

Come on.

I'm not going with you.

Do you want to be recognised?

So what if I am? I didn't kill her.

I just found her for you.

You know, son.

You can't get me in here.

Like George.

I'm safe in here.

I wouldnae bank on it.

ROSY: I thought Mr Taggart would come himself.

You stupid little...

I just phoned the police.

I thought... I'm sorry.

(MUFFLED MUSIC IN DISTANCE)

Police.

Straight on, down the stairs.

Uh, don't let anyone out till I say so.

OK.

♪ You know it don't make no difference

♪ It might go either way

♪ So tell me, why put up resistance

♪ Just run away ♪

RADIO: "..Havana Joe's discotheque to apprehend suspect Scott Adair."

Message received.

I thought you said Scott Adair left the band.

He has.

Well how come he's at the disco?

I dunno.

A good place to hide.

He must be running very scared.

You did a good job on the artist's impression, Rosy.

Aren't you gonna arrest him?

No, there's no hurry.

Let him finish his number.

Do you know his name?

Aye, but we thought he'd left the band.

- Something wrong? - No.

- (SINGER CONTINUES) - Want a drink?

Sorry?

This crap...

D'you want a drink?

Half a lager, please.

(MUSIC STOPS, APPLAUSE)

Police.

Ah! You're barred, you're no getting in.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

You, stay where you are.

- You don't understand! - (GUN SHOT)

(SCREAMING)

- (GUN SHOT) - Agh!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTS)

Go and fetch an ambulance!

The police said nobody leaves, will you all just go back inside?

Police. Open the door. But don't let anybody else out.

- What's happening? - Come on.

ROSY: (SHOUTS) Stop that man!

He's the one, he's got a gun!

(SCREAMING)

LIVINGSTONE: The ambulance is on its way.

Tell Jean I won't make it.

You'll make it.

To Canada, you dunderheid.

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♪ No mean city

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♪ Always something preying on your mind

♪ (Preying on your mind)

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