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- MUSIC: "No Mean City" by Maggie Bell - Instrumental

I've got to go in a minute.

It'd be nice if you could take the afternoon off.

What, on my wages?

Elder doesn't exactly pay me a fortune as it is.

(THEY MOAN AND GIGGLE)

I could stay here all day, though.

Dead easy.

What would your mother say if she could see you now?

20 Hail Marys.

(THEY LAUGH)

It's my gran we should worry about.

Why?

She's the one with the second sight.

(SHARP INTAKE OF BREATH)

Does that stretch all the way from Derry?

Wouldn't surpri... prise.

What are you doing this afternoon?

Oh, writing a letter home, I suppose

Will I see you tonight?

No, I've got to study.

Mm...

What about tomorrow?

Same time, same place.

And what if it's raining?

Well then, you'll just have to smuggle me into the YWCA.

Is that all you ever think about?

Nearly.

(THEY LAUGH)

(LIVINGSTONE SHOUTS)

(SHOUTS)

- Sir. - Sir.

Hit him, Peter!

This isn't a boxing match, you know?

Oh, I can see that. At least they hit each other in boxing.

(BOTH GRUNT)

I've seen you with more injuries after tennis.

This is fighting, with a capital F.

Like jessies.

When I was a boy,

my boss docked my wages every minute I was late.

Sorry, Mr Elder, I was at the library,

and it took me ages to get a bus back.

I suppose that accounts for the grass in your hair.

Oh here, I want you to look at something.

Uh-huh.

What figure is that?

Five.

I read it as eight.

Aye, well sometimes I do wee squiggl bits when I do a five, you see.

You write clearly and distinctly.

I know pentobarbitone's not a registered drug,

but I like to keep a proper one just the same.

Yes, Mr Elder.

Hello, Mrs Russell.

Shopping early for Christmas, eh?

Yes, it feels like I am.

What do you recommend for travel sickness?

Is it for an adult or a child?

Myself. We have a long car journey ahead of us tonight.

Anywhere exotic?

No, just London.

London, eh?

I went to London once for my holidays.

Everyone kept calling me Jock. (CHUCKLES)

Nothing beats Glasgow, though, eh?

These are good, as long as you don't take them under a full moon.

(LAUGHS)

Somebody's left this.

MR ELDER: Terrible day, isn't it?

Terrible weather for the time of year.

How are the kids? Yeah?

Mm-hm, good.

Don't be so nosy!

It's Mrs Russell's.

I could take it up there after work.

She said they were going away tonight.

All the way to Dalnabreck?

Aye, I bet it's some place, eh?

I didn't know you were interested in golf.

I'm not.

But with their money, there might be something in it for me.

Can I help you?

I was just wondering where the Russells live.

Up there.

You're joking.

Wish I was.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Yes?

Is Mrs Russell in, please?

She's lying down at the moment. Can I help?

She left this at the chemist shop.

I thought I'd bring it out as you're going away tonight.

And you came all this way with it?

Ah, no trouble.

Come on in, son, come in.

Just go right in.

Thanks.

This is the boy from the chemist.

Seems Eva left her shopping bag.

Sit down.

Uh... fancy a whisky?

Aye, yeah.

- What's your name? - Jamie.

Helen - this is Helen Mendoza - shall I top you up?

No, I must be going.

Thanks all the same.

When are you off?

Soon.

I wouldn't mind three months by Lake Geneva.

Oh, and this is the last chance of a holiday we'll get.

Once the country club opens, I want to be here.

That's a good whisky, son.

Now don't waste it.

Now, excuse me, I'll take this to Eva.

Oh, not making the bed again, are you?

I have to keep busy.

You left this at the chemist.

The boy who works there just brought it.

(SHE SIGHS)

I didn't even know I left it there.

Look, Eva...

That call will come...

...without you waiting for it.

Now, why don't you come through and thank the boy?

Oh, Robert, please.

I...just can't sit down and make polite conversation.

Please don't expect me to.

You're gonna make yourself tired.

And ill.

And we can't afford that, can we?

Help me finish the bed, hm?

I thought they'd have a bigger house

They will have when their new one gets built.

Most of this one is leased to the golf club until the end of the year.

Are you... one of the family?

Good heavens, no.

I'm their solicitor.

You don't look like a solicitor.

What do you expect solicitors to look like?

Well, you expect... boring old men, don't you?

Do you?

(HE LAUGHS)

Are you training to be a chemist?

Elder's in Kelvindale.

- Oh, the shop's on Cleveden Road? - Uh-huh.

I know it. Must be interesting.

It's a dispensing course.

You sit an exam at the end of it.

Society of Apothecary certificate exam.

If you can say it.

How did you get out here?

Bus, and then walked the rest.

I'll give you a lift back if you like.

Thanks very much.

I live near the Kelvin Hall, is that OK?

- No problem. - Is that your Fiat outside?

Uh-huh.

Fast, is it?

Wait and see.

Do you drive?

Oh, yeah.

I don't have my licence yet, though.

I went over the speed limit in my test.

You shouldn't have done.

Coming all this way, it's very good of you.

Thank you very much.

No problem.

- I'll give him a lift home. - We'll do that.

Can't expect him to go unrewarded.

It's up to you.

Uh... I'll stay, thanks.

Well, I hope you have a wonderful holiday.

Send me a postcard, won't you?

I'll see you out.

Uh, have another whisky, son.

Oh, please, I think Robert meant for you to help yourself.

Thanks very much.

Where are you from?

Munich.

Is that anywhere near Munchen? (LAUGHS)

Yes.

Do you like Glasgow?

Oh, it's a bit like Chicago.

Have you been there?

No, I haven't been anywhere.

My second husband was from Chicago.

You don't look old enough.

You were saying?

Oof!

A typically Scottish spring day.

Dirty looks.

Oh, I'm immune.

Look what I'm giving them!

Archery, tennis, squash.

Maybe the members would like just to play golf.

Not to mention swimming pools, jacuzzi, solarium.

For £1,000 per annum.

Those that want to can always join another club.

It's not as if they hadn't known about the lease.

No, it's the concept they don't like

They see "country club" as American.

Take care.

Well, how's our good Samaritan?

Great. This is amazing whisky.

(PHONE RINGS)

We have a...

...an extension in the bedroom.

Excuse me.

WOMAN: No!

You'll have to catch me first!

(SHE LAUGHS)

MAN: You bloody... Come here!

WOMAN: Come on!

You come here!

No chance!

You'll be very, very sorry!

Come here!

Yoohoo! Oh!

(SHE SCREAMS)

(PHONE RINGS)

Yeah?

What?

Oh, shit!

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

That's funny, I thought the dead bod was in the water.

Ha ha (!)

Good school reunion, was it?

So you finally turned up?

Yes.

I'm sorry.

Can you smell a brewery?

Rather.

I should have you breathalysed.

It's not beer.

I was on the liqueurs all night.

Are you sure it's a boys' school you went to?

There was six suitcases down there.

One of them is tied to her ankles.

And that was on another.

This is gonna make the Biscuit's day.

Superintendent McVitie?

What?

Call for you in the clubhouse - urgent.

I got this for the hole, I'll take it before I go.

- That blew up quick. - Aye.

You wasted an hour!

An hour at the head of a murder inquiry's a long time.

Don't lecture me!

It was a once-a-year thing.

So is Christmas.

Sometimes it's... it's nice just to go out for an evening

and forget you're a policeman.

Oh?

I'll remember that when it comes to your assessment.

I'll bet you will.

Morning, sir.

- Filthy day, Jim. - Aye.

Drowned?

She was strangled first.

Something thin, like a tie, a piece of cord.

She just looks the way I feel at the moment.

Maybe I can do my job in peace for once.

How long has she been dead?

At a very rough guess, I'd say she's been dead about 10 hours.

Midnight.

She was dumped in darkness.

Whoever did it couldn't see it was shallow water.

You don't say.

Submerged bodies have a habit of bobbing up wherever you put 'em.

Once the skin begins to peel and the gases from putrefaction start...

You know, you don't look at all well

Who found her?

Two campers, sir.

He heard a car pull up in the middle of the night

but didn't bother to investigate.

Otherwise engaged.

He thought it might be fishermen.

At night?

Well, people do, sir.

Hey, Kenny.

Sir.

Get up and check out that farmhouse we passed on the way up here.

It's the only place around.

Quiet as possible.

His luggage here, as well as hers.

I know that, sir.

But he wasn't down there keeping her company.

It appears to have been searched through.

Very thoroughly, I'd say, wouldn't you?

Any passports, travel tickets, documents?

None.

The Russells were supposed to be in Switzerland.

I heard it at the club.

They'd taken a chalet on Lake Geneva.

Well, he might be in Switzerland, she certainly isn't.

I think we should have all the ports watched.

Sea ports, airports, just in case.

Looks as if there's nobody at home.

(LAUGHS)

(RETCHES)

KENNY: (LAUGHS)

A good job, isn't it?

I'm glad you find it funny.

Hair of the dog?

Oh, put that away.

You're on duty.

You're a fine one to talk.

The difference between you and me is I know how to handle it.

You've had a lot more experience of it, haven't you?

You haven't had the problems I have.

No?

Jim's just jealous.

If he wanted to have an old boys' reunion,

he'd have to have it in Barlinnie.

Hey, he loves you really.

Look at that, sir.

106.4 proof.

I didn't think you could get bottles like that.

Did you ever meet him?

A couple of times.

Played golf with him once.

Made his money as a London broker.

One of these city flyers.

Aye, I know the type.

Glasgow boy originally.

Came back here, thought he'd play at being a landowner.

Bought the Dalnabreck estate.

Which included your golf club?

Yes.

The lease runs out at the end of the year,

but he wasn't going to renew it.

He was gonna turn the place into a country club.

Run it himself.

- Is that bad? - Yes, Jim.

Sorry I asked.

Members will be forced to resign,

rejoin at extortionate fees...

...or find another club.

But the waiting lists for the better clubs being as long as they are...

So he was really popular (!)

You have it.

No sign of disorder.

Only two rooms.

Some but and ben, eh?

A temporary measure - when they started the country club,

they were going to build something bigger.

Did you know Mrs Russell, sir?

She was a German, I can tell you that.

He met her on a business trip to Munich two years ago.

He has a brother in Glasgow, an artist.

He'll be able to identify the body.

What kind of artist?

The usual kind.

Can you think of any motive for Russell to kill his wife?

None.

Though plenty of people would cheerfully have killed him.

You included?

(WELDING IRON HISSES)

RADIO: # ROCK

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

TAGGART: Come on.

Come on!

Seems like they're into heavy metal.

That's it, come on, yes!

Let's go!

Well, you didn't seem to have a lot in common with her.

I speak German.

We were quite friendly.

She used to come up here when she had nothing else to do.

I used to feel sorry for her stuck at Dalnabreck.

Anyway, she was quite interested in art.,

which is more than he was.

I gather you didn't like him?

He thinks his money makes him better than Sandy, that's all.

Interesting sculpture.

Thanks.

What does it represent?

Anything you want it to.

Oh, come on, what is this?

An art class or an interview?

Was Eva happy with her husband?

Devoted to him.

Did she have any other relations?

She'd been divorced twice.

(PAGER BEEPS)

Can we use your phone, please?

Oh, it's under the bench.

She has a son in Germany by one of her previous marriages.

Do you know which one?

No idea.

What's his name?

Kurt.

He lives in Munich.

Mind you, she hasn't mentioned him for some time.

I assume he's still there.

And what does he do?

He's a music student.

She used to boast about him.

Say how well he was getting on.

The Russells' car has been found.

What's up?

Aren't you gonna ask me where I was between the hours of...

Nine and three last night.

In London.

400 miles away.

Yes, we know the distance.

Well look, I was drinking wine all day at an exhibition.

Went to bed at eight, slept till thi morning, nearly missed my flight.

- Where were you staying? - With the gallery owner.

Is that purely a... business relationship?

She's 75.

Altogether a good thing, isn't it?

I had a call from Russell's bank.

He took out £40,000 in cash yesterday.

No reason given.

These are the serial numbers.

Is that normal procedure, sir, to record them?

No.

But then, this isn't a normal transaction.

Oh aye?

In tens.

What do you think, blackmail?

Russell was worth 10 times that much

Getaway money?

Dumps his car in Glasgow so we don't know which way they've gone.

Don't forget Ireland.

Ireland?

He used to dabble in Irish racehorses.

Got a few friends over there.

Not like the golf club, eh?

KENNY: She's a bit of alright.

LIVINGSTONE: Good God.

Do you know her?

Peter!

Helen!

What are you doing here?

I should ask the same!

I'm stationed here. What about you?

I'm in Glasgow now.

Marie Brown Mendoza solicitors.

Oh, great!

Oh, this is Kenny Forfar.

Helen Mendoza. We, uh...

We were at university together.

- Hello. - Hello.

Uh, mm...

Here to see a client?

Och, no, I don't do criminal work.

- Business and commercial. - Oh.

Who's in charge of the Russell investigation?

I am.

Och, this is serious, Peter.

I am serious.

Well, I was with them yesterday afternoon.

Uh... you'd better come up to my office.

What's this? The monkey route?

Oh, it's seen enough tricks.

And what are you?

Detective sergeant.

(CHUCKLES) Positive waste of a degree.

Yeah? Oh, that's alright.

Chief Inspector Taggart. Hannah Mendoza.

How do you do?

We were at university together.

You know we've got a case on?

Yes.

Isn't one reunion good enough for you?

Helen is a solicitor.

We haven't arrested anyone yet.

She was with the Russells yesterday.

We're his Glasgow solicitors.

I went round to get his signature on a Registrar of Companies form.

He plans to turn Dalnabreck into a country club when the lease runs out

Peter, go and get us some coffee.

OK.

Sugar, Helen?

One, please.

You went to university with him?

Yes, first time we've met since we graduated.

That must be nice.

Did you know the Russells were planning to go to Switzerland?

It was a bit sudden, but Robert said it would be their last chance

of a holiday for some time.

They were going stay in London for a week,

do a bit of business before taking the ferry.

Did he say what sort of business?

No.

Was there any reason

why they'd be carrying a large sum of money in cash?

- How large? - 40,000.

No.

I take it you hold their wills?

Hers is made out to him, it doesn't involve a lot.

Just a few thousand of her own.

What about her son?

What son?

She's got a son in Germany.

Well, I never knew about him.

You never knew about him?

No.

What time did you leave them?

Just after five. I left the boy with them.

- What boy? - I've forgotten his name.

The boy from the chemist.

That's 1.15, please.

There you are. Thank you very much.

Thanks.

(TILL BEEPS)

Don't take them all at once now. Remember what happened to Dr Jekyll.

I'll try. Thank you very much.

One day, that sense of humour of yours will land you in trouble.

The customers like it.

Just bear in mind that some might not.

Try to be a bit more business-like.

Yes, gentlemen?

Police.

Was it something I said?

And then?

They drove me home. That was the last I saw of them.

And you didn't know about the murder until now?

No.

When you got home, was there anybody there?

Your family or...?

My folks were at a club social.

What time did they get home?

About... half 11, I think.

I was a bit...

Well, Mr Russell just kept pouring me whiskies.

They were busy packing, going for three months,

had time to get you drunk?

Must have liked me.

They didn't even know you.

Were they carrying anything unusual?

No.

Like money?

They had a case with a lot of money in it, yeah.

And that wasn't unusual?

Well, they were rich, maybe they jus didn't believe in credit cards.

Bruising round the front and back.

What I'd expect to find if she'd bee strangled against a hard surface

with someone kneeling on her.

Like the floor?

More than likely.

These fingernails are very long.

Yes.

And that's the curious feature.

Perfect line of constriction around the neck,

but no resistance marks.

Aye.

You'd think she'd put her hands up, wouldn't you, to defend herself?

Hm, unless she wasn't able to.

Yet there's no sign she was knocked unconscious or bound in any way.

I'd like the answer to that one.

You'll have it.

You always did get involved with the wrong sort of people.

Obviously it's hard to tell nowadays

Accepting all that whisky at your age?

It could have been you in the loch with her!

I suppose that girl put you up to it?

Kathleen had nothing to do with it.

Oh, you surprise me.

Look, Mum, just cos she's a Catholic doesn't mean she supports the IRA!

No, I'm sorry, we don't take children.

No, I'm sorry.

Alright, bye.

Why don't you take children?

I worked with psychiatric kids for 12 years.

Had enough of them.

I'd quite like to be a nurse.

Doing something useful.

You are doing something useful!

Anyway, you wouldn't get much more on a nurse's salary.

Well, I don't want to be doing this all my life.

(SCOFFS) For heaven's sake, you've only been here three months.

- Morning. - Morning.

Any chance of breakfast a bit early, seeing as you're up?

Well, we're just setting the tables.

Oh, just scrambled eggs. I'm trying to lose weight.

Oh well, 10 minutes, then?

I spilled some drink on my bed last night.

I wonder if you'd mind changing my sheets.

OK, I'll do that.

That's the girl.

Does he want his nappies changed as well?

Show-off.

Yeah. Look at those...

Geronimo!

(THEY LAUGH)

Nothing's changed, you know.

In what way?

You being a policeman.

(HE GROANS)

It's a bit late to change that.

Don't you think... your idea of me

as some sort of fascist bully is a bit dated?

I wouldn't have slept with you if I'd thought that.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Oh...

That'll be the woman upstairs.

Come to tell me she's lost her bloody cat again or something.

I'll get rid of her.

- Yeah? - Hey!

Making sure you didn't sleep in this morning.

How did you get in?

You need some advice on home security.

Woman upstairs was going out.

Do you fancy a bit of sparring if we...

Maybe you've had enough exercise this morning as it is.

Look, I'll be downstairs in a few minutes, OK?

I can take the hint!

Don't let Jim know.

Morning.

Mr Hendry.

Detective Chief Inspector Taggart, Maryhill police station.

I thought you didn't look like a golfer.

Oh?

What do golfers look like?

It's how they dress.

Ah well... it takes one to smell one, I suppose.

What can I do?

Are you the resident golf pro here?

Only just.

If Russell hadn't done a Lord Lucan, I might not have been much longer.

Who says he did a Lord Lucan?

Oh, it's what everyone's saying.

Got influential friends, has he?

People with his money always have influential friends.

And enemies.

I, uh... I take it part of his plans for the country club

were to get rid of you.

Me, and everything a golf club is supposed to be.

He was friendly with this pro in the States,

was gonna bring him over.

How well did you know Mrs Russell?

Never spoke to her. She wasn't a golfer.

Ha!

Well, I'm not a golfer and we're talking.

I had as little to do with the Russells as possible.

Oh, I saw him yesterday evening, incidentally.

Outside there, talking to this bird with a Fiat.

- Oh, we know about her. - Good.

I hope you catch him.

He can't run this club from a prison cell.

Don't bank on it.

People have run criminal empires from prison cells.

The person who had more dealings with him is Gordon Latham-Brown,

club secretary.

- Where do I find him? - In the clubhouse.

You might just catch him.

Put another in there, would you, Alan?

Well, it seems he's done us all a favour.

Innocent until proven guilty.

Guilty until the press decide otherwise is more like it.

Why the hell did he do it?

With a wife like that, I'd give up my...

...Sunday game.

That's a bit extreme, isn't it?

Yes, probably.

I'm looking for Mr Latham-Brown.

I'm Latham-Brown, but I'm afraid I'm just leaving.

Chief Inspector Taggart, Maryhill police...

I know where you're from.

I play golf regularly with your superior.

Can we talk about Eva Russell?

I only met her once.

Where was that?

Here, strangely.

He'd just brought her back from... Germany.

She came in here and I told her that we didn't serve women.

But she was the owner's wife.

He leases us the land.

We make the rules, he knew that as well as anybody.

Well, I suppose he had plans to change that as well.

I expect so.

And now if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting.

Listen, listen.

This'll just take a minute.

7.15, this evening, my house.

Jack McVitie will tell you my address.

I'm not in the habit of making appointments.

I am.

I'm conducting a murder inquiry here!

I want to talk to you now.

You can conduct this interview, if that's what you call it,

this evening, Mr Taggart.

Chief inspector to you.

There are ways of talking to people.

I suggest you go and learn a few...

...graces.

Give me a whisky.

Make it a big yin.

There's a "members only" rule.

(SIGHS) Oh, yeah...

I haven't heard from him.

Did you expect me to?

You are his brother.

(SCOFFS)

We know he had a large sum of money on him.

Any idea what it might be for?

None.

Something he could be running away from?

Tax man?

I was thinking more of blackmail.

Oh, a guilty secret?

Well, it wouldn't be a secret if I knew about it, would it?

You do you want us to catch him, don't you?

Not particularly.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Come in.

How did you get on at the, um... golf club?

Let's just say if golf's a religion, I'm glad I'm an atheist.

I was on the phone to the police in Munich this morning.

Eva Russell was divorced from her first husband. No children.

So the son must be by her second husband, an American.

Howard... Abraham.

Uh... they moved to Chicago.

He was a tunnel engineer.

Son must be about 20 now.

Um... they're trying to trace him.

Sir, a woman in Inverkip thinks she's seen Robert Russell.

That makes 27 sightings today.

Local police thought you might be interested, apparently she knows you

Aye, she does that.

I'm just off for my lunch, Mr Elder.

Well, try to be back in time for a change.

I will.

Do you like it here?

The air's better.

I might retire to a place like this myself.

You?

Oh, you're far too young, Jim.

Where exactly did you see Robert Russell?

Oh, just here.

A bit open for a man on the run.

I'm positive.

My eyesight's very good, you know.

What drew my attention to the men was their furtiveness,

as though they were exchanging something, like money.

I don't know...

He was making for Ireland.

Good spot.

A small boat.

I'm afraid the local police didn't take me very seriously.

Lucy's always going missing and I'm always bothering them.

Oh, Agnes, I couldnae imagine you causing bother.

- Ow! - You see?

That's what she thinks of the local police.

Aye, and some of the Glesga police.

So what happened?

I gave them my fingerprints.

Fool you!

It's for my own good, for elimination purposes.

They can't make you unless you're detained under suspicion.

I wish he'd stop talking about it.

That's why they took mine when I was 16.

Join the club.

I was only helping them.

Nobody helps the cops!

Jamie has nothing to hide!

I could name a few things.

Eh, Jamie? Mr Matheson's projector.

Shut it!

You know fine about Mr Matheson's projector.

You never got caught, did you?

They're catching up with you now! It's 35...

You know, you'd think he was pleased

Och, Alastair's OK.

I had enough of the police back home

It's quite exciting... being involved in a murder.

Don't keep on about it!

You know, I really like you when you're angry.

Like to come in for a cup of tea?

No thanks, Agnes.

Or a drop of something stronger?

Oh, it's too early for me.

Oh, you can't tell a policeman's widow that.

Something wrong?

That's him.

You're certain?

Oh, absolutely!

(ENGINE STARTS)

Hold the boat. Would you look at that!

You're keen for a swim.

Where's the big white chief?

Right here.

Ah.

I've got something that should interest you.

That's what I like.

In the final analysis,

the death of Mrs Russell was certainly caused by strangulation.

That much we know.

I had the lab analyse the blood.

There was a high level of barbiturate intoxication.

Was she on them?

A high level suggests a fast-acting drug,

one that's absorbed quickly.

In this case, pentobarbitone.

Administered in alcohol, it makes it more potent.

Your conclusion?

That whoever strangled Mrs Russell...

...drugged her first.

Mr Gall?

Come with me.

Are you just back?

From where?

Well, from anywhere - you weren't here yesterday.

It's in the shed.

Filthy weather, eh?

It's in there.

Get the details.

Do you live here alone?

I just want that body out of my shed!

Yeah, it's Russell alright.

His clothes are soaking.

- He looks... - Wha...

Jesus Christ!

He's alive!

Get an ambulance.

Mr Russell...

Who was it?

Just one word.

A name!

(WEAKLY) The boy...

The next time you decide to go for a swim,

you should take your clothes off.

You wouldn't be laughing if it had been Robert Russell.

You should use this instead of your legs.

A quick call to the coast guard...

And we'd have looked fools.

Well...

...you'd have been a dry one.

Do you mind if we stop?

You're on a pedestrian crossing.

So?

Money.

(DIAL TONE)

Sergeant Livingstone.

They've found Robert Russell.

No hurry.

He died on the way to hospital.

That's all he said - "the boy".

You know the value of a dying declaration.

Uncorroborated, it'll never stand up.

I heard it. Isn't that good enough?

It couldn't have been a name you heard?

Like Boyd, or Boyle?

It was two words - "the boy".

McCormack's a chemist.

He's got access to barbiturates.

He never said anything else?

Died on the way to hospital.

You two searched that farm, didn't you?

Well, we searched it, but...

But what?

We didn't actually... look in the barn.

Oh, for God's sake!

What do you think I sent you up there for, to buy milk?

To talk to the owner, who wasn't there.

Alright, well, your clothes are dry.

Get out of your fancy dress and go see the owner of the chemist shop.

And don't alert that boy!

I don't understand it.

There's only 70 capsules.

And your register definitely says 90

Pentobarbitone's not a registered drug, you understand.

But a lot of doctors don't like to prescribe it nowadays

because of the additive effect of alcohol.

So I like to keep a record of all barbiturates in my register.

There's no legal requirement for me to do so, by the way,

Hm...

How many milligrams in one of these?

100.

Now 20 capsules, that's two grams.

A lot of drug just to go missing.

I take it McCormack has access to them?

Well, of course.

And what was he wearing the day he went round to the Russells'?

Red tartan jacket, blue jumper, grey trousers.

You've got a good memory.

We'll need these capsules and the register for evidence.

You'll get them back.

Did you know he left everything to you in his will?

- No. - Uh-huh.

Dalnabreck estate, Dalnabreck golf club...

About 200 acres, I believe.

He was planning to turn it into a big style American country club.

Is that why he was killed?

Well... it's a possible motive.

I remember reading this case about a guy that murdered his wife

cos she wouldn't let him play golf on a Sunday.

(THEY CHUCKLE)

Aye...

They get quite passionate about it, don't they?

You checked my alibi?

Well, Sandy...

I'll be frank with you, I don't like alibis.

Especially where an inheritance of this size is concerned.

Look, I was in London.

Well, we checked with Mrs Daniels, the lady you stayed with.

She never saw you between 8 in the evening and the next morning.

I was talking to people all day, drinking wine.

Being interviewed by art critics. I was finished, I was in bed!

Still leaves 12 hours.

I'm gonna need the names of those art critics and wine drinkers.

400 miles away?

I'm not a Concorde pilot or a magician!

Sandy, this might seem a strange question,

but did Robert have a pet name for you?

What?

Well, I mean, you being the younger.

Like "son", "boy", something like that.

No.

Bruising round the neck.

But he survived the strangulation.

So what killed him?

I can't say yet.

Pneumonia, possibly. He was very wet.

20 capsules of pentobarbitone unaccounted for.

That's two grams in all.

What's a fair dose?

To knock someone out in a few minutes, half a gram.

Mixed with alcohol, it could kill you.

If you want to know what I think...

He'll tell us anyway.

He was left for dead with his wife.

The shock of the water revived him.

He pulled the knot free and crawled ashore.

In the dark, that farm would have been the only light.

He makes for it like some poor half-dead moth.

You'd be the authority?

It's not impossible.

The body isn't an exact instrument.

You can't switch it off like a light

Sometimes the will to survive takes over.

Well... shall we bring the boy in?

No.

Leave him till the morning.

I want him fresh.

Hey, wake up.

My mother will be here in a minute.

(SIGHS)

I was just dreaming.

What have you still got this for?

He's my best friend.

Does Kathleen know that?

It's got fleas.

Right, Jamie, time to get up.

Um, Mum, Alastair crashed out last night.

I want a word with you.

Shut the door.

How many times have I told you I do not like that boy in the house?

We were late out the disco.

No wonder you crept in so quietly.

Who is it?

Alastair Finn.

Well, it's his room.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Just let him bring back who he likes

And fancy letting somebody sleep on the floor.

Is that all that bothers you?

Anybody would think we didn't have enough beds!

Look, we want you to have friends, but...

But what?!

You don't like any of them!

You've risen above boys like that.

Just because I work in a chemist shop?

Big deal!

- It's the police. - What?

- What the hell have you been up to? - What's all this?

It's a warrant to search the house.

Jamie...

We want you down at the station. We want to talk to you.

I'm away, Jamie. I'll see you later.

Who are you?

I'm Alastair. Who are you?

Do you really think Jamie could have done it?

Of course.

A bit young.

We've put away younger.

Much younger.

Aye, you could be right.

Hey, Peter...

Look at that.

What about it?

Anxious to get in there, are you?

Who, me?

20 pentobarbitone capsules went missing from Elder's the chemist.

Where do you say they've gone?

Well, I didn't take them.

Who did? Dr Crippen?

Be a bit difficult.

While the Russells were busy getting you drunk,

I take it they had a drink themselves?

I think they had a couple.

Easy, isn't it?

Break open the capsules,

put the pentobarbitone into the drinks.

Look, what am I accused of?

Have you got a pal called Alastair Finn?

- We're at school together. - Plan this together, did you?

- Plan what? - Theft, murder.

Oh aye, we're a couple of big villains (!)

When we go up the Gallowgate, people walk on the other side!

I'm not joking, son!

Right...

Let's get back to this money.

The money you saw, the money you didn't think was unusual.

- I looked at it, that's all. - When?

When I was sitting there, she opened the case and she shut it again!

And then?

And then he came in.

There was a phone call, and...

...she went into the bedroom to take it on the extension.

And... he listened in on the phone in the room that I was in.

You didn't mention this before.

You didn't ask.

- You're lying! - Why should I?

- Did you go in any other room? - No.

- Not even the toilet? - No!

What's your girlfriend's name?

How do you know I've got one?

Kathleen.

Kathleen Kelly.

Anything?

We haven't.

There you are.

Russell died of bronchopneumonia.

How significant is that?

Very. It's what you expect following barbiturate intoxication.

You... stick to teddy bears.

No, it's right.

Barbiturates depress the respiratory centre in the brain.

Fluid enters the lungs.

(SNAPS FINGERS) Bob's your uncle.

Any trace of the actual drug?

He lived long enough for it to be expelled from his system.

You.

Put teddy back together again.

Peter.

We've got a girlfriend to go and see.

Let me have a go next door!

You stay out of there.

- Oh, come on! - That's an order!

Have a good day.

Thank you.

Right...

Sorry, Kathleen?

No, she didn't come in today, she's off sick.

Where can we find her?

The YWCA, where she stays.

How long has she worked for you?

Three months.

Why do you want her?

Oh, it's nothing to do with her, it's her boyfriend.

He's in a bit of trouble.

I warned her

about getting in with the wrong people.

Well, thanks for your help.

Morning.

Morning.

KATHLEEN: You've got no right to do this!

You don't seem that sick to us.

I felt sick when I got up this morning,

if that's any business of yours.

What's in there?

Personal things.

Can you open it?

Please.

There's no key.

We can break it open.

What did I tell you?

They're private things, family things.

Where from?

Home.

Seems you can't get away from police searches.

Where did you meet Jamie?

Kathleen.

We can take you in and ask you if that's what you want.

In a bar.

Nothing to be ashamed about in that.

There's plenty, if I was at home.

You're not at home.

I went out with some girls that live here, that's when I met him.

Look, I don't know what business that is of yours!

There's nothing wrong about meeting a boy in a bar.

That happens all the time.

But there is about shielding a murderer.

Now, did he ever give you anything to keep for him, anything at all?

Go and have a fag, I'll take over.

Cheers.

Look, there's been a mistake.

You're the one that made it.

Russell lived long enough to give me your name.

How?

He didn't die... the way you expected him to.

He told me all about you.

But he couldn't have.

We're gonna have you, you murdering little bastard, so stop lying!

I'm not!

You'd better leave.

Who else could "the boy" be? Ask him that.

He's right.

Who else?

My name's Meacher, we have a double room booked.

Ah yes, Mr Meacher.

Would you like to fill in this form for us, please?

And can I give you one of these with our compliments?

No, thank you. We already know our way around.

Look, if he'd gone there intending to kill them,

he'd hardly have jumped at a drive i my Fiat, asking me how fast it went.

Maybe he fancied you.

Oh, what's that to do with it?

Did he like cars?

I expect he must!

Able to drive?

Yes, he said he could.

(SCOFFS)

What do you think he did?

Killed the Russells, put their bodies in the car

and drove them all the way out to the loch?

That's ridiculous!

Evidence is pretty overwhelming.

What motive?

£40,000 worth, which is still missing.

Any other reason to think he's innocent?

No.

Solicitor's intuition?

No.

Just a woman's.

Aye, there's a lot of them about these days.

Is it not a temptation working amongst them?

I'm not sure what you mean.

How much did you trust your assistant?

Implicitly, till yesterday.

He's always been a bit of a joker, but I never thought...

Just how much is he involved with the murders?

These pentobarbitone capsules, are they on prescription?

Yes.

What are you running here, a branch of Exit?

I'm only the chemist.

I don't decide what drugs are put on the market.

I dispense what's prescribed, what's available.

- I hear they're not even registered. - That's right.

But as I said to the other police officers, the younger ones,

I do keep a register, which I gave to them.

Even though I don't have to.

Mr Elder, that shopping bag that Jamie took up to the Russells,

are you sure there was no other reason for him going?

None that I can think of.

Who found it?

I did.

(SIGHS)

I think you'll to have to recommend something for me, Mr Elder...

...to take away a very bad taste in the mouth.

That's it, sir.

No 40,000, no capsules of barbiturate.

No forensic evidence on his shoes or any of his clothes.

Carpet fibres were taken from every room,

and Dr Andrews does say they were strangled on a hard surface.

- What about the Irish girlfriend? - No...

An innocent abroad.

Political persuasion?

Well, she's not a card-carrying Conservative.

A boy of 19 and three of you can't break him!

I'd break him.

We know.

There's two things worry me about this.

If he drove that car back from the loch,

why didn't we find any prints on the wheel?

It was cold that night, maybe he wore gloves.

He's humping bodies about all night, he's sweating,

he's gonna put on a pair of gloves to drive home?

- I can't see that. - OK.

What was your other point?

Well...

He didn't know about the existence of that money

till he got to the Russells'.

So why steal the drugs?

Good pupil, is he?

You should take it up.

If I had a nice comfy desk job like Mr McVitie, I might.

It's a pity nobody saw the Russells leaving.

I suppose you suspect someone in the club now.

Your golf shop's got a grand view of their front door.

But then they left when it was dark.

You'd be home, eh?

(SCOFFS) Playing golf isn't easy in the dark.

Neither is detective work.

You talk as though nobody's given you much help.

Do you really expect it here?

I expect it everywhere.

Aye, well...

...we're not exactly mourning for Russell.

Well, I hope when I go, somebody sheds a tear.

What he wanted to do to this club was criminal.

It's been this way since 1921.

There's nothing traditional about a country club

that's full of Jacuzzis and saunas.

So this club means a lot to you, then?

It's where I played my first game of golf.

My grandfather used to take me round.

You're a bit young to be so keen on tradition.

I'm keen on my job here, and now that's safe for the moment.

Ah...

Well, aren't you gonna look at it?

I've seen it.

Oh, your enthusiasm's infectious (!)

You do know this is a private golf club?

We're just here to look around.

Well, you can't park here, this is the captain's space.

(SCOFFS) Which one?

Captain James T Kirk of the Starship Enterprise?

You can't go in there!

Do you know who we are?

Let's go, Marie.

This is Sandy Russell!

Robert Russell's brother.

We own this outfit.

I don't care who you are, you can't go in there!

- I'll keep a table for you tonight. - Thank you.

Can I help you?

We want to look inside.

I'm afraid that's not possible.

Sandy, will you tell these people who we are?

Marie, please.

Can't you read the notice?

Bugger off!

- Come on. - Sorry.

I wouldn't like to come home to her on a Friday night

with a broken pay packet.

Chief inspector.

Is it true? They're the new owners?

(ENGINE STARTS)

Yeah, it's true.

And you're letting them get away with it?

Away?

Away with what, precisely?

Come inside for a drink.

There's a few things I want to talk to you about.

Members only.

I'm paying.

Mr Latham-Brown...

If you've got something that concerns you,

ring up, make an appointment.

At the moment, I'm busy.

How do you know what McCormac's like You met him for what, two minutes?

I've given my reasons.

Look, I'll be straight with you.

Jim Taggart, everybody, they all think he did it.

But I side with you.

So why the pretence?

Sounding you out.

They're gonna have him unless I can come up with something.

So, are you coming back tonight?

I don't want to get involved again, Peter.

And what was the other night?

Old times.

Bye bye, thank you.

They let you go, then?

That's right.

Where are you going?

To get my coat.

- You won't be needing that. - Why not?

I can't employ you anymore.

Och, you're joking.

I think you know the reason.

- No, I don't. - Just go, Jamie.

Don't make it more difficult for me.

Look, I didn't steal any money or drugs!

Why would I do that?

I'll send you your wages and your P45.

Now goodbye!

I want something on McCormack.

Now, it's only a hunch, but I've asked Peter and Kenny

to bring in the Russells' bedspread for examination.

They weren't strangled in their bed, they were strangled on the floor.

Dr Andrews could be wrong.

Oh, we all can.

Where are your parents?

Out working.

It's lucky they've got jobs.

Look, what do you want this time?

Just passing.

We brought your teddy back.

Aren't you a bit old for that sort of thing?

What have you done to him?

That's what they use to beat up for practice.

Still sick, are you?

Yeah, sick of you lot picking on Jamie!

Hey, hey...

Where did you get that jumper?

What's it to you?

You're wearing it, we want it!

Look, what is this?

You won't be happy till I've got nothing on?

Well, maybe that's what they want.

The big one there looks as though he could be a bit that way.

Take it off.

We'll give you a receipt for it.

- No. - Right, take it off at the station!

Stay where you are.

That's a good boy.

Right, you bastards.

You want my clothes, you can have them!

Don't be silly.

Now do you want the rest of me?!

You know... (CLEARS THROAT)

...I've never taken a solicitor out before.

Usual police procedure is to keep them out.

For as long as possible.

I'm surprised you ever had anything in common with Peter.

Is this an official discussion?

No, it's just lunch.

Well, I did, until he joined the police force.

Oh, like that?

We even thought of getting married.

- It wouldn't have worked. - Oh?

You said so yourself.

Policemen and solicitors don't go together.

About this intuition of yours...

As though you really cared.

Oh, I do, I do.

I wish I had some...

...about that 40,000 and who it went to.

And about why Eva Russell left nothing to her son.

Well, there could be lots of reasons

Family rift?

Oh, no, no.

She was proud of that boy.

(SIGHS)

I simply drew up the will on the information they gave me.

Is it important?

Well, it could be.

When you were there, did you get the impression

the Russells were waiting for a phone call?

She seemed on edge, that's all.

What was your relationship with Mr Russell?

Professional.

I only asked.

Well maybe if you ask the right questions,

you might find out who killed them!

That boy wasn't there to murder anyone.

I'd really like to believe that.

See, it's Peter that thinks he's guilty.

He was laughing at us, because we let him go.

Come on, I'm the one she insulted.

As if we needed more evidence against him!

We do. You're the only one who heard Russell's words.

I'd like to have thumped him!

That would have been a great help (!

I'd have slept a bit better tonight anyway.

I thought the hard stuff did that for you.

Well, I don't have chief witnesses to help me.

What? Sleep?

I'm dying for a pee.

Here, I'll seal it.

I'll see you downstairs in the car.

Alright.

Kenny, have you got a light?

My hunch was right.

What hunch?

47 bedspread fibres on one sleeve of the jumper, 53 on the other.

And that considering he never went into any other room?

You see?

They also work who sit at desks.

Fish supper.

Hey Alastair, it's freezing in here.

Try and keep your clothes on, then.

Aye, very funny.

Eh, you've got a deputation.

Detective Chief Inspector Taggart.

Police!

Police.

The boy, which way did he go?

Down there.

Cheers.

Bastards.

Well?

Were there any problems?

No.

Should there have been?

Suppose...

Suppose nothing.

I'm as nervous as you.

Does Jamie make his own bed in the morning?

God, what's that got to do with it?

Does he?

MOTHER: We're telling you nothing.

Is he a tidy boy?

I said nothing.

Right, please yourself.

I'm just trying to help him.

It's a pity you're not.

Look...

What boy is tidy?

Thank you.

Come straight up.

(BUZZER)

What a mess.

(HE GROANS)

Hi there. You timed that well, I just got in.

I tried you last night.

We didn't have a date, did we?

Hard day, was it, trying to convince people of that boy's innocence?

Oh... not that again.

I had lunch with Chief Inspector Taggart yesterday.

He didn't tell me.

Of course, that is nothing new.

He told me what you really think.

Did he?

Why did you lie?

Look...

You said you didn't want to become involved. It was a way of...

Humouring me?

Appeasing you.

You just wanted to get me into bed again!

That wasn't such a bad thing, now was it?

You don't even know the facts!

What facts?

Forensic evidence.

Oh, he's guilty.

You're so keen to defend him!

What are you gonna say in court now?

"He can't be guilty.

"I knew him so well.

"I met him for all of two minutes an he seemed such a nice little boy."

(VOICE BREAKS) Go to hell.

So... you're feeling better?

Yes, thanks.

The police were here looking for you

Were they?

Something about your boyfriend.

Uh... he drove a car without a licence.

Oh! Is that all?

The way they spoke, I thought he'd robbed a bank.

(PHONE RINGS)

Ardmore Guest House.

No, I'm sorry, we're full up over the weekend.

That's alright!

No, thank you for calling.

Bye.

I didn't think there were any bookings over the weekend.

I would have told you if you'd been here!

I'm going to stay with my sister in Ayr for the weekend.

God knows I need a rest from this place!

You've been hiding from me.

I've been sick.

I've missed you.

Take your hands off!

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello?

Jamie, where are you?

I'm sorry, we're closed over the weekend.

Thanks for phoning, though.

Bye.

Where are you?

No, no, no, listen, don't tell me.

- "Meet me at our place." - "What place?"

"You know, our lunchtime place by the river."

"Can you bring me some money?" I only had the price of this call.

"I haven't got any."

"Have you seen the papers, Kathleen?

"I can't stay round here, I need to get away."

(BEEPING)

- "Jamie!" - "Remember the money!"

- "Ja..." - (DIALTONE)

Cheers.

I hear you had lunch with Helen Mendoza the other day.

That's right, I did.

Good of you to tell me.

You're not jealous, are you?

Did you have to discuss me?

You should be flattered.

How did Jamie get so many fibres on his sleeve?

Probably leaning on the bed strangling the Russells,

whom he'd drugged.

Look at that bed.

It's not even disturbed.

So? He tidied up afterwards.

It's tucked in all round the edges, that's a woman's hand.

That's not a boy that didn't even make his own bed in the morning.

And besides, Dr Andrews says

they were strangled on a hard surface like a floor.

He could be wrong.

He could be.

Look...

Jamie said he never went into any other room.

The fact is he must have done.

The fact is... I don't like it.

(PHONE RINGS)

Taggart.

Right, thanks.

Come on.

He's been in touch.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Hello.

Mrs Greig?

Yeah?

Oh, are you going out?

To the shops. I'll be back in about in half an hour.

I need a favour.

I need to borrow some money.

What for?

I owe it to a girl at the YWCA.

(SCOFFS)

Can you not manage your money a bit better?

I'm trying.

It's difficult.

Look... do you have £20?

It's not going to help you, is it?

Paying a debt with a debt?

No, I'm sorry, Kathleen, it's not something I do.

An advance on my wages, then.

What wages?!

You've hardly been here this week.

Besides, I'm not so sure

it hasn't got something to do with this boyfriend of yours either.

Look, I tell you what I'll do, then.

I'll look after the guest house this weekend while you're away.

Oh, that would be a rest for me?

I'd like to do it.

Well, I might have agreed...

...if I wasn't so sure you hadn't got mixed up with the wrong types.

Goodbye now.

♪ SUSPENSEFUL

There she goes.

Now you won't lose her, will you?

What do you think I am, an idiot?

I'll reserve judgement on that one.

And don't forget, she didn't come up the Clyde on that bike.

I couldn't stand it if we were found out.

Don't think it.

We won't be.

(LOCKS CLICK)

That's everyone in position, sir.

Now that's him surrounded.

He'd better show up.

LIVINGSTONE: OK...

He's arrived.

Move in.

Here, take that.

Are you sure nobody followed you?

Nobody.

It's great to see you.

Shit.

- Oh, come on, son. - Leave me alone!

It's OK, Jamie.

Don't be stupid.

I've done nothing!

(HE SCREAMS)

New reg, eh?

Amazing what some folk will do for the insurance.

I don't remember anything.

It's your leg in plaster, not your brain.

I've got amnesia.

A German guy tried that defence once

His name was Podola.

You probably read about him in your book.

Aye, they hanged him.

How did the fibres from that bedspread get onto your jumper?

It was my dad's jumper.

Maybe he did it.

LIVINGSTONE: You were wearing it.

JAMIE: You had all my others.

Do you still maintain you never went into the Russells' bedroom?

For the last time, no.

He's always been such a good boy.

I mean, pranks at school, nothing more than that.

Maybe you don't know him as well as you think.

When can we get in to see him?

When they're finished.

Right, I'm getting him a solicitor.

Look, you know what I've said about solicitors.

Now, Jamie has done nothing wrong

and I'm not having anybody thinking that he has!

You were born into another world.

Are you finished with my jumper?

What jumper?

Well, the one you took off Jamie, the one I lent him.

I mean, I only bought it the day before.

MOTHER: We can't think why you wanted it.

It was new?

Aye, it was brand new.

Can you prove that?

Aye, you're damn right I can prove it.

I've got the receipt.

I always keep them.

You never know when you might have to take something back.

Uh, do you mind if I hang on to this

No.

I'll deal with it.

He's a good liar.

I used to be a good judge of them.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello. Detective Sergeant Forfar.

This is Elder's the chemist on Cleveden Road.

Are you one of the detectives who came...?

Oh, good.

Well, you see, there's been a mistake, I'm afraid,

a terrible mistake.

"About these drugs going missing.

"You see, on the occasional days I have off

"a locum pharmacist comes in.

"As I explained, there's no legal requirement

"to keep a register of barbiturates."

Yes, but you keep one.

"Well, what's happened is I've been endorsing my prescriptions.

"I've just discovered one for 20 capsules of pentobarbitone

"made out by the locum pharmacist, which he didn't record."

Didn't you check?

"I didn't think to check!

"I was so convinced by you that Jamie had taken them."

Yes, yes, OK, OK.

Thanks very much Mr...

I'll make sure that's passed on. Bye bye.

Same again, Joe.

- Handbrake off? - In neutral, the old push job.

The body's converted to adipocere.

That's a hardening of the fats caused by long-term immersion.

I know what it is.

Facial characteristics preserved,

as well as those browny-grey marks on the neck.

Almost certainly they were strangled though I'd have to confirm that.

What makes you think I want them, Archie?

This.

So? It's a tie.

It was lying next to the bodies.

Ring any bells?

I've got the feeling I've been here before.

The car's registered to a Keith Brown,

an accountant wanted by Lothian and Borders Police for embezzlement.

He and his wife Janice went missing from Edinburgh six months ago.

Reckoned to have had about 120,000 in cash on them.

That's three times as much as the Russells had.

It seems they were going somewhere.

They've been searched through, in a hurry,

as though the killer was looking for something.

Could this be useful?

If they were drugged, any chance of finding a trace?

Got it in one.

Oof!

That was a bit hard.

Oof! (GROANS)

Cool it, will ya?

Ach!

Oh, ya...!

Hold on.

(LIVINGSTONE GRUNTS)

OK!

(LIVINGSTONE GRUNTS)

Oh!

Ah!

Oh!

I'm sorry, Peter.

Sorry?!

Have you been drinking?

Just a couple, that's all.

You could have killed me!

I'm in trouble.

Damn bloody right, you are.

I need your help.

Do you remember that jumper we took off McCormack?

Uh-huh. (GROANS)

It belonged to his father.

So what? He was wearing it.

Does Jim accept that?

How should I know? Look, what does it matter?

His father bought it the day before we took it off him.

That's impossible.

He showed me the receipt.

Well, that would mean that Jamie couldn't have been wearing it.

I know.

Kenny... you didn't?

Well, Russell as good as named him!

What were we supposed to do, sit back and wait?

You bloody idiot!

If Jim finds out, we've had it.

We've had it?

No, you leave me out of this.

You're on your own, Kenny.

Peter, Kenny, come on, get your clothes on!

You tell him and I will kill you.

Trouble?

Yeah.

Just that.

Well, maybe you're no such big jessies after all.

MCVITIE: 'I can't accept it.'

It's impossible there should be any connection.

The Browns were carrying a large sum of money.

They were dumped here in Glasgow, strangled with something like a tie.

A tie was found in the car.

Their cases were ransacked exactly the same way.

Why were the Russells not dumped in the dock in exactly the same way?

Because the docks have been fenced in since then.

Suppose the killer tried and then was forced to go somewhere else.

That would explain why he made a hash of it.

But we've enough evidence against McCormack for the Russell murder.

I know, sir.

And that's why it's so baffling.

There's something I should tell you.

Elder the chemist phoned.

Says he made a mistake about the missing drugs.

- When was this? - This afternoon.

What do you think we are, Kenny, clairvoyant?

Doesn't exactly help our case, does it?

I was gonna go round there, help persuade him otherwise.

I'll go down myself.

- I'm perfectly capable... - I said I'll go.

"A car containing the remains of two people

"was pulled from the Clyde today at Meadowside Granary.

"The bodies have been identified as those of an Edinburgh a couple

"who disappeared six months ago.

"They've been named as Keith and Janice Brown..."

Come on, this'll get cold.

"..treating it as a murder inquiry."

You alright?

I can't stop worrying.

If something had gone wrong, we'd have heard.

It's not right, keeping us hanging around like this.

(PHONE RINGS)

Yes?

It's Eddie.

Hello, Eddie.

Did the Norwegian tin come in?

Good.

And did you do the delivery to Spain?

Peter, here.

Sit down.

Did you talk to Elder?

Uh-huh.

He's adamant to the point of repentance.

So no drugs went missing?

No.

Is there any way

that jumper could have come into contact with the bedspread?

No.

Is there any way that jumper could accidentally

have come into contact with the bedspread?

- Not through me. - If you're lying...

You're a good judge, remember?

Send Kenny in.

He wants you.

What did you say?

Nothing.

It's up to you now.

Sit down.

Is there any way that jumper could accidentally

have come into contact with the bedspread?

No way.

They were sealed at the locus.

Is that the truth?

Well, Peter was with me.

All the time?

Yes.

Who sealed the bags?

I did.

Alright.

Oh, listen...

Before you go...

...would you mind giving me that receipt McCormack gave you?

What receipt?

I called in to see him on the way back.

He gave you a receipt that proves he bought the jumper the day before

and that means Jamie couldn't possibly have been wearing it.

I don't have it.

- Why? - Look, I can explain...

You'll do better than explain!

It was the only way!

I thought he'd done it! Look, we all break the rules.

Oh aye, some of the rules!

But you don't rig evidence on an investigation!

Not on my investigation, especially not on my investigation!

You give everybody in here a bad name, get out of the building.

- Come on, Jim, give us a break! - Out of my sight!

You.

Double whisky, please.

Make it a malt.

What's that, a drink or a summer holiday?

A Blue Lagoon.

Would you like another one?

Yes.

Bring them over, please.

Well, there's not a shred of evidence against him now.

So why is he in hospital?

Oh, eh... just a bit of a misunderstanding.

You know I've been thinking?

The Russells were expecting a phone call.

Whoever the caller was either knew their killer or was their killer.

When you arrived, I was reading that and thinking how wrong I might be.

Distrusting your intuition?

Thanks.

Peter told me your wife's disabled.

Aye, that's right.

Is that difficult?

Not for her it isn't.

That looks good.

I make them at home, it's a hobby of mine.

Oh well, every girl should have her hobby.

Perhaps you'd like to come back and try some.

I can't think of a better way to end a worse day.

Come on.

Sorry I got you up.

It's half two in the morning.

I was thinking of getting up anyway.

Cannae go home.

No wife, now no job!

You've only been suspended.

For the last time.

Think they'll take me back after this?

I could be prosecuted.

Ah...

(LAUGHS)

No, I'm finished.

It's alright for you graduate types.

(POSH ACCENT) You get on, go far.

What about me?

You can have the couch.

I was right!

Everybody breaks the rules, I just got caught!

I did it for us.

Will you still be my pal, Peter?

You've had enough.

I'm just nipping next door for a fag.

You won't go away, will you?

Piss off.

- How did you get in? - Sh!

Oh!

What's broken?

Tibia.

Where's that?

(KNOCKS) In there somewhere.

They must have followed me yesterday I'm sorry.

It's not your fault.

Look, have they asked you about that money?

No.

Well, if they ask you, say it's yours.

- Don't say I gave it to you. - Why?

Never mind why, just say it.

- (DOOR OPENS) - OK.

Can I help you?

You're not supposed to be in here.

Who are you?

Student nurse O'Malley.

Look, I've just come on duty. Do you mind?

Where's your uniform, then?

Well, give me a chance to put it on.

Look, his bed was in a terrible state.

This is a hospital, you know, not a prison!

GORDON: Smell them? The spring flowers?

I've got no sense of smell.

It's the smell I always associate with Dalnabreck.

Bitter wind from the fields over there...

...tells you that summer's coming.

Good God...

Try not to laugh.

Nice day for an exhibition.

There's one on every green!

Somebody drove over the course last night.

Not exactly Henry Moore, are they?

No.

More like Henry Cooper. (CHUCKLES)

Sit down.

I need a girl I can rely on, not one who's always late,

who runs off the minute my back is turned.

I do try, Mrs Greig.

"I do try, Mrs Greig."

And you wanted to look after this place for me while I was away?

I still would.

Is it to do with this boyfriend of yours?

And the police?

Why don't you tell me about him?

Look, I need this job.

And you're afraid I'll give you the sack for keeping bad company?

Yes.

I was married to a man who wasn't a saint.

Seven years.

Gambling was his weakness.

Not all men have a weakness.

I was so much in love, I couldn't see the end of my nose.

Aye, that's difficult to imagine, isn't it?

Well, I wasn't much older than you were.

But I learned to see through him,

but not until he had taken me and my mother

for every penny that we had.

Every tray that I took up to her for the next 14 years,

she accused me.

She said I should have given him children.

Oh, believe me, I know all about wrong ones.

When are you leaving?

Midday, I want to get away by then.

I'd better get on then, hadn't I?

(LOUD KNOCK ON DOOR)

Get up there, you.

Move that junk!

I don't like my time being wasted.

But we haven't committed any crime.

It's going to be his, so what does it matter?

When it is his, he can do what he wants with it!

Grow turnips, make an airport, I don't care!

They can play golf there at the year 3000 if they like.

I don't want it.

Fine.

Hey, Mr Taggart...

You ever been on a Greek island?

- Have you? - Yeah, I've been to Rhodes.

I want light to paint in, not darkness.

A studio by the sea, income from Dalnabreck and, uh...

...a new wife.

We're getting married.

Got it all worked out, haven't you?

- Did you manage to find the son? - No.

- Oh. - But we will.

He's a suspect now?

I'm not finished with you yet!

I'd like to blow that alibi of yours to smithereens!

But you can't, can you?

Just don't leave the country yet.

Either of you.

Thanks to the magic of ultraviolet spectrum photometry,

and a well preserved liver...

...they were drugged.

Pentobarbitone.

You were right.

I've found no connection with the Russells.

I've been through to Edinburgh, even spoken to their cleaning lady.

Got to be one, Archie.

You've missed something.

What about the keys?

A cottage in Wales.

A place called Llanfihangel-yng-Ngwynfa.

You found that out quick.

Quicker than it took me to learn how to pronounce it.

The Browns had rented it for six months

under the name of Burgess.

Running away to a new life?

Seems so - it's in the middle of nowhere.

Peter, it's time you and me went through to Edinburgh.

- A bit of courtesy there, Jim. - Oh, don't worry, sir.

I'd hate to upset Lord Snooty here and his pals.

TAGGART: I hate Edinburgh.

LIVINGSTONE: You've never given it a chance.

One street and a clock made out of flowers?

LIVINGSTONE: There's Holyrood Palace the festival.

TAGGART: The festival?!

What's wrong with that?

It's about as Scottish as salami!

It's an international festival.

Oh, Scotland's not good enough for Edinburgh, is it?

The Tattoo!

It's for tourists.

In Glasgow, we don't put things on pedestals.

Yes, people would knock them off.

I had a drink with Helen Mendoza last night.

Oh, yes?

I just thought I'd let you know.

Business?

That'd be a waste of good cocktails.

Tell you something, Peter, I could get the taste for that.

More of you?

Mr Donald?

That's right.

Inspector Taggart, Sergeant Livingstone, Strathclyde Police.

You're not from Edinburgh.

I had some Glasgow chap across already.

A pity the money wasn't in the boot of the car.

Brown certainly screwed you.

We've been looking at the files on the case.

Ha, you're right.

It's the last time I advertise for a business partner.

I knew all there was to know about distilling,

but I needed someone with a head for figures.

He had that, alright.

You never suspected anything till he up and left?

We had good overdraft facilities, the business was going really well.

Then one day he just goes to the ban and draws out 120,000.

He'd spin some cock and bull story

about a cash transaction for plant equipment.

That was the last anyone saw of him.

Left his house with a second mortgage on it.

Where do you think he's headed?

Oh, we know. A village in Wales.

Llanfihangel-yng...

Yeah, something like that.

Why Wales?

New name, new identity, different life.

Sounds as exotic as the bottom of the Clyde.

Did they know anybody in Glasgow?

No one I can think of.

Would you like to try our products?

- No thanks. - Yes please.

Come and meet my wife.

OK, here we are.

Ah, is this the castle blend?

Yes.

Cocktails are more your thing, aren't they?

Cocktails? A Glasgow man? (LAUGHS)

They're more sophisticated than you'd think.

Moira's my saviour.

Well, I do the accounts now, it's better that way.

Keeps it in the family.

We're trying to find a link between your ex-partner and his wife

and the Russells of Dalnabreck.

Who?

You know, the couple, the Glasgow couple, the golf club.

A link?

They weren't in the same league, come on.

Well, they certainly have something in common.

Well, the Russells are big landowners.

I'm sure the police know their business, Alan.

Just like you know yours.

Thanks.

How well did you know Janice Brown?

I got to know her fairly well.

Maybe if there's no connection between the husbands

we can find one between the wives.

You'll make a polis yet.

You stay here, see if you can find a connection.

Right.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hey, how do I get in here?

Who are you looking for?

Mrs Lowe.

She's out.

Oh, aye?

She's my mum!

- It's about the Browns, isn't it? - What about the Browns?

My mum cleaned for them.

I cleaned for them too.

Mum kept me off school to do it when she was ill.

She needed the money.

I know something.

What?

I'll talk to you...

...for a fiver.

Now, listen.

You know something, you tell me.

I was there when Rosemary Matthews came one afternoon.

Who's Rosemary Matthews?

She worked for some agency, she sold babies.

What's your name?

Dorothy.

Dorothy, people don't sell babies. Was she involved in adoption?

If you don't want to hear, then.

- I didn't say that. - Well, I wasn't supposed to listen.

But I did, at their door.

Mrs Brown was gonna have to wait nine months,

and then she'd buy a baby from somebody else.

You said her baby?

Yeah.

- Listen, if you're making this up... - Cross my heart!

How long ago was this?

About two years.

And you've told nobody else?

Only Mum. She said I wasn't to waste the police's time.

This... this Rosemary...

How old was she?

She was quite young.

What did she look like?

She's nice looking.

Kinda... classy.

That's all I know. Can I have my money now?

Dorothy...

You should know you don't take money or sweeties from strange men.

Hey, what about my money?!

None of it was true, it was all lies, you hear?

Productive time?

There's a list of everything we know about Keith and Dennis Brown.

Can't find one thing in common with the Russells.

Do you want a bite?

No.

Did you find out why they had no children?

Mm-hm. They couldn't.

Janice Brown was infertile.

She attended a clinic without any success.

Then they tried for adoption but got turned down.

Peter, eh...

What do you know about surrogacy arrangement law?

Surrogacy?

Aye, when a woman's carrying another man's child

and gives it away for money.

Well...

Private arrangements aren't necessarily illegal,

but commercial agencies are, since the Cotton case.

- Commercial agencies? - Mm.

Who find paid surrogate mothers for potential parents.

I knew there was something wrong about the Russell boy.

Why nobody can find him.

Because he doesn't exist.

Marie Burns said...

Oh, fantasy.

A sad woman desperate for a child.

She'd given up hope before she married a wealthy man.

I reckon we'll find she had tests in Germany and America.

Where have you found that?

Well...

...I found out the meaning of Russell's dying words.

Who the boy is.

I'll bet it was the child they never received.

Come on, let's get out of here, get back to Glasgow.

I'll tell you about it in the car.

A young lassie...

- Hello. - Hello, excuse me.

Hello. Hello there.

Hi.

Jean?

Excuse me a minute, will you?

What's all the secrecy about?

Looks like the Dodgems in here.

What's the matter?

Two or three years ago,

you mentioned a crony of yours that was turned down for adoption.

Well, that's happened to more than one disabled person.

Aye, but this one's special.

You mentioned something about her contacting a surrogacy agency.

Mary Walker.

I want to meet her.

Well, I mean, I haven't seen her for three years.

I don't know that she'd welcome being interviewed

about such a personal matter.

It's important, Jean.

Good God, you mean I'm actually helping you with your work?

I want to talk to her. Where does she live?

Well, I don't know.

She moved somewhere.

Oh, Milngavie, I think.

Would any of this lot know?

No, they don't know her.

- What was her first name again? - Mary.

- And her husband's name? - Kenneth.

Kenneth Walker in Milngavie?

Thank you.

Rosemary Matthews appeared on the radio in November '84.

A show called 'Parents Without Hope',

about a surrogate parenting agency.

Where is she now?

No one knows.

A lot of people wrote to her care of Radio Clyde.

They forwarded her letters to this address,

In Aylesbury, Bucks.

She's moved.

No forwarding address.

Anything else?

Um, she comes from Edinburgh...

Young, business-like, good-looking.

And she used to be a social worker in adoption.

That's it.

Are you sure this is not just some wild theory?

It fits all the facts.

What are we looking for, a bogus agency, one woman, or what?

Someone with a supply of that drug.

This was found near the bridge where McCormack was chased.

It's been dusted, it's got his prints on it.

I imagine it slipped from his pocket

The serial number matches - it comes from the Russells' 40,000.

Now, are you saying he still had nothing to do with it?

(ROTARY DIAL CLICKS)

(PHONE RINGS)

Yes?

Yes! Yes, it is.

Oh, thank God.

What's happened?

Yes. Yes, I'm still here.

Where...

Will we have to come?

Yes.

Yes.

(DOOR CLOSES)

You have a son.

MARY: Oh, I can assure you, nothing embarrasses me.

Except losing touch with my friends.

Forgive me, Jean.

It's to do with dealings you had with a surrogacy agency some time ago.

The kind that's illegal now.

I'm sorry, Mary.

He said it was important.

Did I...break the law?

Of course you didn't.

This is unrelated.

(SHE SIGHS)

Kenneth and I heard about it on a radio programme.

I've never been able to have children, you see.

It's the one thing we've missed most

We tried for adoption, but...

...they say you're not a fit mother in a wheelchair.

You remember the name of the agency?

I dealt with a Miss Matthews, Rosemary Matthews.

What was she like?

A very nice young lady.

Very understanding.

She had dozens of letters from couples like us.

Uh... how was it to be carried out?

Artificial insemination.

That was why an agency was so important.

We would never know the mother, the mother would never know us.

I couldn't have accepted Kenneth going with another woman.

We can appreciate that.

Then of course a law was rushed in making it all illegal.

We never heard from Miss Matthews again.

I expect she gave up...

...as we did.

Where did she live?

Down south somewhere.

Oh, she did say she had a father living in Glasgow.

A Free Church minister.

Wasn't that true?

(HE SIGHS)

Will I pour you some?

Please.

Mr Elder, my boss, just phoned.

He gave me the sack but he says I can have my job back.

Oh, good.

He made the mistake that got me in this.

I've been sticking out for you too, you know.

You? Why?

You don't look like a murderer.

Nobody thought Hague did, and he dissolved his victims in acid

Quite the expert.

Did they allow you a solicitor?

Yeah, Mum got me one.

Wasn't as pretty as you, though.

(THEY LAUGH)

What are you doing here?

He's no longer a suspect.

You're a solicitor.

You don't interfere in police business.

Oh, don't be so pompous.

See you later, Jamie.

I was having a great time there. Thanks a lot (!)

This was found near where you fell.

It's not mine.

It's got your fingerprints on it.

It comes from that money you saw at the Russells'.

Well?

Sir, there's been a development.

I know, I was in contact with the station...

Well, fancy seeing you here.

I suppose you're going to tell me off as well.

Helen... you shouldn't even have been in there.

Then that makes a hat trick of thing I shouldn't have done.

We're looking for a woman called Rosemary Matthews.

Did the Russells ever mention her?

No.

She'd be about your age, comes from Edinburgh like you.

Who is she?

She's someone who holds the key to four murders.

There's only one person could have given him that money.

- Kathleen. - Why?

When he called her, he asked her to bring money, remember?

Cos he didn't have any.

Look, I'll go and talk to Kathleen.

You speak to the minister.

That's... Rosemary Matthews' father.

How did you find that out?

Peter, I haven't been to university, I don't belong to a golf club.

But see when it comes to contacts?

I know the right people.

What did Helen mean...

...by the hat trick of things she shouldn't have done?

Peter, it's solicitors' jargon.

Don't even try and understand it!

Never...

Is Alastair in?

- Alastair! - Thanks.

You get around.

I don't live there, you know?

I wouldn't mind you coming to work for me.

My business, you see.

I'm looking for a guest house to buy.

Have you found one?

No, not yet, but when I do, I'd give you a job.

No, thanks.

Suit yourself!

I will.

It's a strange thing to do, close the guest house at the weekend.

Thank you.

I'd like you to know that I've found myself somewhere else.

- Who's that creep? - He was a guest.

Talking about uninvited ones...

Hello, Kathleen.

We've been looking for you.

Why? What do you want now?

- We want you to come with us. - What for?

You gave Jamie some money.

We'd like to know where you got it.

I never gave him anything, and I'm not coming with you!

You will... because you're under arrest.

Kathleen...

You don't have to say anything, but it's better for you if you do.

You bastard. Piss off and leave her alone!

We know where the money came from.

It was the money that went missing after the Russells were killed.

That's impossible.

You're lying.

No, you're a liar.

I know you're lying!

I know where that money came from!

Where?

I borrowed it.

- From who? - Mrs Greig.

♪ SUSPENSEFUL

Ardmore Guest House, this is it.

Where is he?

Please, sit down.

The doctor and the midwife are on their way with him now.

They should be here in about 15 minutes.

We've waited nine months.

I'm sure we can wait a bit longer.

I hope you'll understand the need for secrecy up until the last minute

Of course we do.

Running an agency like this is illegal.

I could be put in prison.

Your baby might even be taken into care.

Yes, we understand that.

Good.

That's why we haven't told anyone.

It's in all our interests, isn't it?

Where is... the mother?

You are the mother!

Well, yes, I know, but...

...we'd like to have a few words with her over the telephone.

Just for a few moments,

to let her know how grateful we are.

I'm sure she knows that already.

There is joy in giving other people happiness, you know?

All the same, we'd like to.

Well, there could be emotional difficulties.

Now, that is why £40,000 isn't so much to ask

for giving up your baby?

Here's the money.

She's earnt it, whoever she is.

You said we'll receive a signed birth certificate bearing our names?

Oh, yes, of course, the doctor's bringing it with him now.

Good, it's just that I'm going to the passport office tomorrow.

Now, how about some champagne to celebrate?

That would be wonderful.

Your anxieties are all over now.

They're all over!

What did you say your name was?

Detective Sergeant Livingstone.

Come away here.

Just take a seat over there.

It's a nice place you have here.

♪ SUSPENSEFUL

Yes...

I always say that if you can work with mental patients,

you can run a guest house.

It was my mother's.

She was... housebound for many years.

A great trial, believe me.

Still...

...you find ways of dealing with those little problems...

...don't you?

You do.

- There we are. - Thank you.

No, thanks, I don't drink.

- Please, you two go ahead. - Cheers.

- Some fruit juice, then? - No, thanks.

Cup of tea?

Please, I'm alright.

I just wish they'd get here.

(GLASS CLINKS)

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

Whatever happened to Miss Matthews, the woman who first visited us?

Oh, it was very tragic.

She was heartbroken when... when the law was changed.

An overdose.

Oh, how terrible.

Yes.

She was staying here at this time.

You've lost all contact with your daughter, then?

Don't you think it's distasteful and immoral what she's doing?

It's not my job to judge the morals right now.

Rented mothers!

Probably on low incomes, being used by high-income couples.

That's what it amounts to.

When did you last see her?

She was recruiting up here a couple of years ago.

She wanted to stay with me

but when I found out what she was doing, I wouldn't let her.

So where...?

So where did she stay?

It was a guest house.

What was it called now...?

Oh, yes, The Ardmore.

That was it.

What's keeping them?

You said 15 minutes, we've been here half an hour.

They maybe just got held up.

Well, can't you phone, find out when they left?

Joyce...

Joyce!

Joyce, don't go to sleep.

Joyce, what's the matter?

Joyce!

Joyce, don't go to sleep. Joyce!

- (CRACK) - Uh...

- Ah! - Uh!

(TONY GROANS)

(JOYCE STIRS)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

(DOOR RATTLES)

Peter? Peter?!

What the hell are you doing here?

Have you seen Mrs Greig?

No, the house seems empty.

(JOYCE GROANS)

Kick it in. Kick it in!

(LOUD SMASH)

Jesus...

He's dead.

Mrs Greig?

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

What brought you here?

Rosemary Matthews stayed here.

Her father hasn't heard from her since.

I'm not surprised.

You were right.

Kathleen gave Jamie that money.

Stole it out of there.

Mrs Greig's outside in the car.

- Do you want to talk to her? - No.

Big jessie.

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