Original subtitles

[somber music]

STEVE: I've nothing against Germans.

Met a couple in the Foreign Legion--

Helmut and Klaus.

I was in the paras before.

Couldn't handle it.

Joined the legion.

You ever thought about joining?

Sure.

Why didn't you?

Still thinking.

[car passing]

That them?

No.

[phone vibrating]

[phone stops]

Is that your daughter?

I don't see my kids.

Saddest day of my life, the day I got divorced.

That's them.

[gun cocks]

What's that for?

I know what I'm doing.

Hey-- she's a nanny.

Hey-- cunt.

STEVE: [shouting in german]

NANNY: [speaking german] Nein!

Nein! Nein!

Ah! Nein!

Mama!

Mama!

[phone vibrating]

Mama!

Mama!

JACKSON: Come here. Come here!

It's OK!

[jennifer screaming]

Nein, nein, nein, nein!

Mama!

[gunshot]

Meine Tochter!

Nein!

[gunshot]

[shouting in german]

[tires squealing]

Mama!

Mama!

It's OK.

My name's Jackson.

I'm going to take care of you.

Promise.

[engine roars]

[theme music]

[radio beeping]

Where's her mother?

MAN: [speaking german]

Hey!

[speaking german]

I'm meant to be handing her off to her mom.

Hey!

[speaking german]

[tires squealing]

ROD: Tracy?

Can you go and speak to Superdrug Charlotte?

She's missing over 18 boxes of tampons.

Tracy?

What?

Tampons!

Superdrug.

Heard you the first time, Rod.

There's no need to shout"tampons" at me all morning.

[SINGING QUIETLY] Up above the world

so high, like a diamond in the sky.

Twinkle, twinkle, little--

Hello.

--star, how I wonder--

TRACY: You on your own?

--what you are.

You can't be sitting here on your own, kiddo.

Twinkle, twinkle-- ow!

Courtney!

You're really getting on my wick!

Come on.

COURTNEY: [groaning]

Come on!

COURTNEY: [groaning]

WOMAN: Come on!

Don't talk to her!

[radio chattering indistinctly]

MAN: No.

Babe-- no.

No!

Babe!

I'm moving his ice freezer?

There's no way I'm moving his freezer.

Get lost.

Come on you, you wee shite!

Oi!

MAN: Come on.

Come on! [dog yaps]

If I was you, Mr. Brodie, I would

be more concerned about themess you made of things.

Yeah, well, you're not me, are you?

You get your colleague'sshare, as well--

since I doubt he'll be in a position

to collect it anytime soon.

I hope it will ease your mind.

She was crying for her mum.

And you told me I was taking her to her mum.

Which is what I was told.

So it was the father.

Custody battles are always ugly.

Our job was to collect thechild from the location,

and deliver her--

which you did.

I'm gonna look into everybloody detail of this.

You won't find them.

I couldn't find them, even if I tried.

They'll have knew identities, by now.

It's just the way it works.

You do the job, I do the job.

We move on.

I did not sign up to takea child from her mother.

I do not recall you beingvery specific about what

sort of job you were lookingfor when you contacted me.

You would do anything, I thought.

I presumed you needed the money.

Flights to New Zealand don't come cheap.

I do my research, Mr. Brodie.

Your daughter, Marlee, is 12 years old.

She lives with her motherin Wellington, New Zealand.

Get on with your everydaylife, Mr. Brodie.

If you have one.

Until next time.

MAN: Come on!

[dog yips]

[dog yelps]

MAN #2: Hey!

You shouldn't betreating a dog like that.

What's your problem?

[dog whines] You're nothing but a pish!

Come on, you little shite, ye.

What's your problem?

Huh? - Hey!

Mate! - Huh?

En garde.

What?

Tit.

Collin-- you ever do thatto anything, or anyone, ever

again, I'll find you, and I'll kill you.

You got it?

OK, man.

All right.

[groans]

WOMAN: What about the wee dog?

You can have it.

Merry Christmas.

[dog barking]

You're doing my head in!

I've had it!

Come on!

Oi!

What?

You can think all you want.

Kiss my ass!

What did you say?

Come here!

Get your hands off me, you-- get off!

Hey! Hey.

Hey! Hold.

- Off! - Hold!

--touch me!

Stop!

Somebody like you don't deserve to have kids.

You find out how long this skiff's been here.

Door-to-door, and anywheretonight with a view.

OK?

Barry?

[sighs] Sorry.

I was miles away.

Door-to-door, yeah?

You think it was the samefella that killed the last one?

And she was a good-time girl, as well, eh?

We're not in the '70s, Barry.Come on.

Hi.

How's Marlee?

Yeah-- better.

I threw her bike in the lake.

She was not chuffed.

Did you fall off your bike, as well?

New Zealand must be a dangerous place.

No.

This, uh-- this is from Germany.

Oh, gosh.

It's hard to keep up with you.

Look-- I need your help.

You can't have it.

You don't even knowwhat I need your help for.

I don't care what you need my help for.

Louise-- BARRY: [SHOUTING]

Bye.

[dog yips]

Hey.

Move across.

What is your name?

"The Ambassador."

Fair enough.

Move.

[groans]

[phone ringing]

Jackson Brodie.

VOICE [ON PHONE]: You're in trouble, pal.

Oh yeah?

Why is that?

VOICE [ON PHONE]: Stop askingabout Carol Braithwaite.

Who?

VOICE [ON PHONE]: Carol Braithwaite.

You heard.

Apparently, we're in trouble.

[muffled barking]

Hey.

- Where have you been? - Yeah.

I'm all right, thanks.

How have you been?

Where have you been?

New Zealand.

Where do you think? Looking after Marlee.

You have not been in New bloody Zealand.

You were there for a couple of months,

and then you disappeared.- I went walking out.

Oh?

So what do you call not answering your phone

for the last three weeks?

The charger broke.

You left New Zealand three weeks ago.

Right.

Slink off somewhere else to lick

your wounds, because Louisewants to marry someone nice?

Working, actually.

Did you get paid for it?

[dog yips]

What is that?

It's The Ambassador. You want him?

What does he eat?

Ferrero Rocher?

Patrick's not "nice and reliable."

Why would you say that?

Bit of a tit, if you ask me.

Don't touch my computer!

- All right--- Did you get paid for it?

--my laptop's charging.

You won't have a laptop in a few weeks, Jackson.

Do you know what I've been having to do?

What?

I've been working as you.

Unless you want to extractyour thumb from your anus,

and come up with some idea--

[knocking]

Mr. Brodie?

Have I come at a bad time?

[TOGETHER] No.

You're just-- you're righton the minute, Miss McMasters.

Come in. Make yourself at home.

Client.

I booked her in.

We need to have a serious financial talk.

And behavioral. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Any chance for a cup of tea?

Glass of water?

For the client.

Mum-- my adoptive mum--was a model during the '70s.

She was-- her name was Kitty Winfield.

Gorgeous.

She was.

She gave it up.

Came home, gave it up to be a good wife.

Dad was a police surgeon in Edinburgh.

Couldn't have kids.

Broke their heart.

Have you got kids?

Uh, a daughter.

Then I came along.

Like a gift.

That's why they called me Hope.

When were you born?

When did you come along?

Beginning of 1979.

They got the news at a Hogmanayball for vicars and tarts.

Not long after, they took me to Australia.

Dad died in 1997.

Mum, last year.

Sorry.

I never spoke with them.

If you've been given away, you see--

even for the best of reasons--

you have a-- you don't stop grieving for it.

If I have a mum here, I want to know.

You, uh--

I mean, do they keep intouch with anyone back here?

Always got a Christmascard from Ray and Margaret.

Ray and Margaret--?

Don't know the last name.

Scottish stamp, though.

Little lion in the corner.

I've got to say to you what I say to a lot

of people in your situation.

That-- well, apart from the fact that I

may not come up with anything--

it doesn't necessarilyalways end in a happy ending.

Happy or not, I want to know.

I did it in the microwave.

Is that OK?

Anyway, don't have it straight away,

because somebody said it carrieson cooking in your stomach.

Tummy.

I don't know, because I don't really

know much about microwaves.

Yeah.

Shut up.

MAGGIE: We knew Kitty andJohn from work dos and things.

Work?

Ray was a policeman.

Oh, right.

Well, I mean to say, we werelittle more than acquaintances,

you know.

I don't know why you're here, asking.

Did-- did you send them Christmas cards?

- No. - No.

Oh.

Well, we never had an address.

I remember they got a baby, but, um--

where were they?

New Zealand?

Australia.

They would get a baby, of course.

Kitty had everything, pretty much.

What did they end up calling her?

Hope.

So do you remember anythingabout the circumstances

in which they got the baby?

They got her and moved.

And the real parents?

The birth parents?

Car crash.

I don't suppose you remember a name?

They always had the luck.

Ray and I, we thought about adoption.

But I've had trouble with my nerves, you see.

And, uh, myself and Ray were--

they turned us down.

You said the word depressionin those days and folks

would run a mile.

Now it's almost compulsory.

We've managed all right.

I'm a lot better, now.

Good.

Uh, look-- I'm going to leave you my card.

And if you do remember anything at all,

please don't hesitate to give us a ring.

Wish I'd been bornKitty Winfield sometimes.

I wouldn't have swappedyou for any Kitty Winfield

in the world, Maggie.

I try my best.

Aye.

Well, I'll let myself out.

TRACY: These look nice.

What size are they?

[sighs] I can't tell whatsize anybody's supposed to be.

Kids-- you're so fat.

How old are you, Courtney?

Are you four?

Maybe a bit older?

Are you five?

Courtney?

Cut your leg off and count the rings.

Chew some crisps.

Here you go.

Hey-- that's the pig off your rucksack.

Look at him. Yeah?

Look at him.

Her?

Yeah?

[sighs] I'm not really gonna cut your legs off.

Tracy didn't mean it.

[UNDER BREATH] Tracy didn't bloody mean it.

[phone rings]

What's up, Trace?

This and that.

What's up with you?

Same old thing.

Sunshine and rainbows.

Listen-- have any kids been reported missing?

You've retired, have you not?

Tracy?

Hey.

Come here. Sit.

Sit! There you go.

Stay right there.

Don't bugger off.

[dog whines]

Can I help?

Uh, yeah. Maybe.

I'm a private investigator.

My name's Jackson.

Aren't you supposed to be meeting her at 2:00?

Eh?

Your appointment's not till 2:00.

Uh, I'm--

Oh, well, go on in, andI'll see if I can find her.

OK?

Help yourself to a tea, ifyou like that kind of thing.

Tastes like cobwebs to me, but there

you go-- each to their own.

Carol Braithwaite.

[dog whining]

JACKSON: [sighs] [WHISPERING] No.

No.

Hey-- hey!

Hey!

Stay there. Stay!

Stay!

Shut up!

[dog whining]

Genius.

[dog whining]

Braithwaite.

WPC Tracy Waterhouse, 1979.

Hm.

Smile.

[dog whines]

[dog whining]

[people laughing in background]

Come here.

[sighs] Come here. Come on.

Get-- hey.

Get under there. Go on!

Get under there. Go on.

Go on! Get me in trouble.

Go on.

MAN: She's at a sexual harassment seminar.

[phone dings]

JACKSON: Right. Um-- thanks.

I'm allergic, just so you know.

See me, I'm going to look like pink porridge

oats in about two minutes.

Guess you don't want him, then.

No, thanks.

Come on!

[phone ringing]

Hey.

DEBORAH [ON PHONE]: Hi!

Can you look up a Tracy Waterhouse for me?

Police or ex-.

Edinburgh.

DEBORAH [ON PHONE]: You'vegot 20,000 pounds in the bank,

here.

Yeah.

DEBORAH [ON PHONE]: Can I bank it?

No. You can't.

Don't touch it.

DEBORAH [ON PHONE]: Why?

Where's it from?

You're not still making appointments

and working as me, are you?

DEBORAH [ON PHONE]: No.

And don't change the subject.

[sighs] OK.

Tracy Waterhouse is at 67 Burnside Road.

Now-- where is this money from,if I can't put it in the bank?

What's wrong with it, Jackson?

[clears throat]

[doorbell rings]

[knocking]

[WHISPERING] OK.

So what we're gonna do, we're gonna

play hide-and-seek-- which is,like, a really brilliant game.

OK? Right.

You're gonna get in the cupboard.

Go on. Get in the cupboard.

And then you'll have won the game.

All right?

Oh, hey-- sorry.

What the frig are you doing,lurking about out there?

Who are you?

It's all right, Tracy.

I'm a private detective.

You called.

We're not interested in private detectives.

Well, it's about a young child I think you

may have been in contact with.

Right.

Carol Braithwaite?

What?

1979?

Carol Braithwaite?

Ring a bell?

Yeah, but-- why are you asking about her?

She wasn't a kid.

Why you asking about her?

Who was she?

Well, she was a good-time girl.

You know-- the sort of good timethat lasts about five minutes,

and sets you back a couple of quid.

She was killed.

And there was a kid.

[tv chattering indistinctly]

[flies buzzing]

TRACY: She'd been doneabout three weeks before.

January.

It really stank in there.

Even in winter it really stank.

I hadn't been long in the job.

But me and Barry were alwaysgetting that kind of thing.

Newspapers jammed in the letterbox,

and flies swarming about.

[flies buzzing]

Oh, Christ.

Tracy.

[flies buzzing]

[tv chattering]

Some bastard had locked it in with it's mum.

Jesus.

For three weeks.

Michael.

Michael?

A little boy?

I think he was taken out of his mind.

He was just about three.

He must have gone off of his head.

I mean, he didn't cry, or anything.

He was just like a stone.

It was like, you know-- the lights were off.

Is it him you're working for?

No.

I'm working for theparents of a little girl.

But it's 1979, so I thought maybe--

[dog yips]

Oh, yeah?

Who's this?

Uh-- this is Courtney.

I'm Courtney's nanna.

Hey, Courtney.

Courtney-- um, didn'twe have that pizza before?

Don't you think you should have another one?

Come in the house. Let's go in.

No-- come on. Now, don't be silly.

[courtney groaning] TRACY: Come on.

Let's go in. No.

JACKSON: What you got there?

Give us a look.

Can I have a peek?

Wow.

Is that off a silver tray?

TRACY: Courtney?

Do you want a biscuit?

Yeah?

Come on.

It's the only thing that keeps her quiet.

Shame it wasn't Michael.

Yeah.

HOPE [ON PHONE]: Hi, you'vereached Hope McMasters.

Please leave a message, and I'll call you back.

[beep]

Hope, it's Jackson.

You haven't hired anotherinvestigator, have you?

OK.

Look-- I need to come andsee you in the morning.

Don't get too excited.

[engine recedes]

[sighs] I was going totake you to Robin Hood's Bay.

I've got a little cottage booked there.

I go there for me holidays.

Have you ever been to seaside?

Courtney?

No.

I suppose not.

Right.

Well, we'd better get going.

I don't suppose you ever will get to the seaside.

She'd never take you.

Come on.

NEWS ANCHOR [ON TV]: Police in Edinburgh

are hunting a serial killerafter the body of a prostitute

was found in the city's WestLinton area, this morning.

It's the third woman to be slainin the city in the last month

alone.

Police have appealed forany members of the public--

Len-- there's that Jackson wants to see you again.

NEWS ANCHOR [ON TV]:--to come forward if they

saw any suspicious behavior--

Tell him to sod off.

But he says to tell youit's about Carol Braithwaite.

When's that "Pointless" on, eh?

Don't want to watch this crap.

ELLEN: It's the news, Len.

Slow news, yesterday.

Right.

On my way out.

Right.

Eh, will I call you a taxi?

Aye.

You call me a taxi to mindyour own business, Ellen.

[shower running]

[thud]

RAY: Maggie!

[groans] Maggie!

Maggie!

[groans] Maggie!

[screams in pain] Help!

Please!

I'm here to help, Ray!

What's the problem?

Hi.

You're a brave man, showingyour face around here.

Brave or stupid.

The two aren't mutually exclusive, are they?

I thought you did a good thing.

Too many bad apples around here.

Shouldn't have been you to get the sack.

Thanks.

Listen, uh-- can I ask you about Tracy?

Tracy Waterhouse.

What about Tracy?

She used to be your partner, right?

Yeah.

Until she retired.

So what?

She got any grandchildren?

No.

She doesn't have any children.

Neither do I.

Any kids she takes care of, or anything?

Tracy?

Spinster to the parish.

I don't understand what this has got

to do with Carol Braithwaite.- Eh?

Well, you left a message.

Are you working for Michael?

No.

Who are you working for, then?

It's someone called Hope.

Hope.

That's a woman's name.

That is because she's a woman.

Right-- do me a favor.

Lay off Tracy, eh?

You'll only upset her.

Why?

Well, because after we foundMichael, they took him away.

They put him into care.

Tracy, she wanted to follow up.

Make sure he was OK.

But you know what it's like.

You have to let go.

Don't you?

JACKSON: Hey.

What?

Nothing.

I'm not here to see you.

Oh.

Oh-- can you stop harassingthese people, by the way?

What people?

Who am I harassing?

I'm getting angry phone calls from Lomax.

Eh?

Len Lomax?

Len-- Ex-chief Constable Len Lomax?

Aye.

Well, nothing was proved, yeah?

He's calling about me?

Aye.

What's he calling you for?

Maybe he thinks we're friends.

Huh.

Just stop harassing him, eh?

I think someone's pretending to be me.

Why the hell would anyone want to do that?

[dog barking, yapping]

NANNY: [ECHOING] Sie ist meine Tochter!

[gunshot]

JENNIFER: Mama!

JACKSON: Excuse me?

This room's off limits to the general public.

It's top secret.

I'm looking for Tracy Waterhouse.

Oh-- Mr. Jackson?

Jackson is my first name.

Your first name's Brian.

No. No.

My first name's Jackson.

"Jackson Brian."

There's only one man that can get off

with having a first nameas a surname and a surname

as a first name.

And that's Elton John, pal.

No, my name's Jackson Brodie.

Yeah.

Private detective.

You've been leaving messages.

I'm getting pissing well fed up with this.

Well, pissing piss, you'vejust missed her again, "Brian."

She's been in and out.

She's away on leave.

What was she doing her?

She wanted an address.

JACKSON: Whose?

I'm not prepared to divulgethat kind of information.

50 quid.

All right, then.

Kelly Cross.

Who's that?

One of her regular shoplifters.

Prossy.

She'll steal anything-- fromtampons to wheelbarrows.

Why did Tracy want her address?

Don't know.

She got any kids, this Kelly?

She's always got one tagging along.

All right.

Ta.

My name's Rod, by the way.

Sorry?

You never asked me my name.

That's not very polite.

My name's Rod, as in "Rod Stewart."

You've let yourself go a bit, Rod.

Any other time I can help you, "Brian," do

feel free to pop in and kiss my ass.

Hey, hey-- hold on.

[dog whining]

Hello?

[dog barking]

Stay.

[loud pop]

[ominous music]

[groans]

[eerie music]

[muffled ringing]

Hey.

Oh, Jackson-- what were you doing here?

I was looking for Tracy Waterhouse.

What-- the police officer?

Perpetual Tracy?

Why?

I saw her this morning.

She had a kid with her I don't think was hers.

It might have been Kelly Cross'.

What-- you saw Tracy here?

Tracy was here?

No.

We need to find out if Kelly Cross had a kid,

and if Tracy's got an alibi.

Would you recognize the kid?

Yeah.

[sighs] All right.

Meet me at the office.

Is that your dog? - No.

Why? You want it?

No.

Park it before you come and see me.

DEBORAH: No.

Of course, I completely understand.

Look-- we are here toensure that the marriage can

be built on trust.

Yeah.

You'll receive a full writtenreport, photographs, and if--

sorry.

Of course.

No, of course-- take your time.

OK. OK.

Bye.

[dog growls, barks]

Hey!

Hello!

Come here.

Border Terrier.

That's a nice dog.

You ever been to the borders?

Just down the A-68.

No.

I don't drive.

I think they're even morebeautiful than the West Coast.

Mr. Brodie's dog?

Yes.

Can I help with anything?

- He's not here, then? - Uh, no.

No, he's not.

Can I help with anything?

I think I can find him myself.

Thank you, Deborah.

Sorry-- have we met?

Hello?

Hi!

Excuse me!

What is going on?

[phone dings]

Kelly had one daughter.

Courtney.

Any news on Tracy?

No.

She's still not home.

But she was at work during allthe murders, so it's not her.

Murder, you say?

Mm-hmm.

I feel like you want anapology from me, Jackson.

I've said nothing.

Hm.

See, I don't need to apologize.

I don't need to explain myself.

Did I ask for either?

Just, it takes more thanhalf a sentence on my doorstep

on Christmas day.

Well, it wasn't me that said it.

You made me say it.

You made me say it to you.

I'm just saying-- it wasn't me, was it?

And then you bugger off fortwo months to New Zealand.

Because my daughter broke her arm.

She had an accident.

So you just want me to-- - Mm.

OK.

It's just, I called you.

When did you call me?

OK.

Look-- that's TracyWaterhouse with Kelly Cross.

JACKSON: And that's the kid I saw.

Did she just buy that child?

JACKSON: Yeah.

Why do you always have to complicate things?

I don't mean to.

Well, could you just,maybe, leave it with me, now?

Yeah.

I guess you're good at leaving things with me.

[somber music]

[cars passing]

[dog barks]

JACKSON: Put that money away.

Tracy Waterhouse-- where would she run to?

Friends, family, bankaccounts, previous holdings--

that kind of thing.

"Jennifer, Munich, kidnap."

Not now.

Jackson, what did you do?

Well, you're a detective, aren't you?

Work it out.

Well, did you kidnap someone?

I did a job.

I took someone fromsomewhere to somewhere else.

All right?

Against their will?

I don't know.

I'm not sure.

Maybe.

What do you mean, "maybe?"

I mean, I don't know if--

I did the right thing.

Jackson, this isn't your sort of job.

Yeah, well-- it's done now.

I can't change it.

So just forget it.

Put that away. - What?

We could call--

No.

There's nothing to be done.

Just leave it.

- Well I could-- - Bloody leave it!

Will you?

[dog whines]

I'm going home.

[dog whining]

[music]

Dark by night I'll be a lightby dawn Trouble on high I'll

be a break in the storm

[computer chiming]

I'll lead you somewherewarm Like a star in the sky

shining since the day you were born

[chiming continues]

If you're going nowhere fast

[music fades]

[chiming continues]

Hey!

Hiya!

Where the hell have you been?

Up to no good.

MARLEE: Surprise, surprise.

Thing is, when you say that,you actually mean it, don't you?

What have you got to tell me?

What's going on?

MARLEE: Well, mom is a bitch.

Excuse me?

MARLEE: She's a bitch, and she chose a dick.

You watch your mouth.

You think he's a dick.

Solid point.

But I don't go around saying it, do I?

Why-- she's not, but whywould you call your mum that?

'Cause she grounded me.

You never grounded me, Dad.

No.

I miss you.

I miss you, too.

Wish you were here.

I don't like it here.

I know.

And I'm sorry.

It's just the way things are.

It's Stuart.

He beats me, Dad.

No, he doesn't.

[sighs] Well, I still don't like it.

Look, I've got to go.

Hold on--

Bye!

[computer chimes]

[music playing]

[dog barking, yapping]

Here I stand with the makings of a plan.

Pouring the light on the mess you left behind.

I swore the day you closed the door--

No, no, no!

Hey! Hey!

No dogs allowed!

In you go.

[dog yaps, whines]

[muffled barking]

I knew the minute we were through

[music fades]

It's not you.

It's a little boy.

What? JACKSON: Yeah.

Name of Michael.

My mistake.

[sighs] It's-- it's 1979.

He-- [STUTTERING] He went missing.

He-- so I thought--

You're-- you're sure it's not me, though?

It's really not you.

But it's the same look in the eyes, though.

Look-- I hate saying this, but I--

I really don't think there'sanything I can do for you.

It's only been a day.

I know.

But your adoption papers,your birth certificate

are forgeries.

So you're not on the official record.

And I've-- I've explored the one thing I could.

I don't want to takeyour money for no reason.

Honestly, Hope-- I think the--

the best thing you can do for yourself

is work out how to get on with your life.

Sorry.

No, it's--

Night shifts.

We had a nasty suicide.

All right.

I'll keep thinking.

You know?

And if there's anything--any other angle, anything--

I'll call you.

I promise.

You don't want a dog, do you?

No.

I want a mother.

Yeah.

I'm sorry I couldn't help.

I guess that couldn't have been me,

anyway, in the photograph.

I would've been a baby then.

Oh, yeah.

[chuckles] Good luck.

LEN LOMAX: Hey bawheid!

You talking to me?

Can you not take a telling?

Eh?

You know why I'm here?

No, Mr. Lomax.

I have no idea, and I don't care.

Ray Strickland.

What's he got to do with anything?

His wife killed herself.

Eh?

He's lying in the hall like an upturned beetle,

and she's lying in the bath bleeding to death.

- Jesus. - Aye.

And you were round there.

Stirred up shite about CarolBraithwaite, of all people.

I did not go there to-- you know what?

It's none of yourbusiness why I went there.

Just-- tell him I'm sorry for his loss, will you?

I'll tell him frigging nothing.

Who put you up to this?

Nobody put me up to anything.

Barry Crawford.

What?

You-- walk away from this.

Get your hand off of me.

I don't take orders from you.

[dialing phone]

TRACY: Ah-- good.

That's it.

Is that the last one?

No.

Hang on.

There's another one.

Got it.

Right.

Let's have a look.

Very good.

And don't be asking me to put plats in,

because I'm rubbish with plats.

Because I always had fingers like sausages.

Which don't mean you can eat them.

Look at you.

You look lovely.

Do you want to see?

What do you think, Mrs. Shiny Hair?

Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the fairest?

It's got to be Courtney, hasn't it?

Fingernails.

Ew-- look at them.

What's under there?

You could grow potatoes under there.

Do you like potatoes?

[doorbell rings]

Do you want to have some potatoes?

JACKSON: Barry. - Hi.

How are you doing?

Yeah.

Good.

BARRY: Great.

Can I come in?

I'd like to know a bit moreabout the Braithwaites.

Can I come in?

TRACY: Barry-- oh, sorry.

I was just gonna say, have you got any spuds?

Did you kill Kelly Cross?

Of course I didn't.

I see why you got the sack.

Bloody rubbish detective you'd make.

But you did kidnap her daughter, didn't you?

I paid for her daughter.

What?

Fair and square?

Oh, shut up.

I was taking her back.

That's what I was doing there.

I was taking her back.

Why would you take her, in the first place?

What were you thinking?

Well, I wasn't thinking.

Her mother was knocking sevenshades of shit out of her,

and I was trying to stop her.

Which I did.

And I happened to have aload of money in my bags.

I'm having a kitchen put in.

I had 3,000 pounds right there.

It was a moment of madness.

You could have called Social Services.

I just wanted to get her away for a bit.

And show her that life isn't all--

and I was going to give her back.

But when we got there, her mum was dead.

I mean, like, properly dead.Courtney didn't see.

I just-- I called Barry.

She did.

So what?

You can't just buy a kid.

He's right, Tracy.

But if I hadn't--

if she'd been in that flat 24 hours later--

she'd have been dead, too.

So I've made me bed, andI'm gonna have to lie in it.

What does that mean?

Eh?

Think about it.

What do you think is going to happen now?

Look, Tracy-- Barry said you were

very affected by what happenedwith Michael Braithwaite.

This is nothing to dowith Michael Braithwaite.

Well, what happened to him?

What?

Tracy?

[ominous music]

TRACY: Len Lomax turned up first.

He went in the ambulance with Michael.

He was such a little thing, you know.

Been in there all that time--

weeks and weeks with his mum.

He should have had help, you know?

Counseling, they'd call it, now.

But then--

Len Lomax?

You know, what happened--it knocked us sideways.

Didn't it?

The both of us.

Finding Michael like that, then losing him.

We went the next day to find him.

Because they said he wasin the Children's Hospital.

But that was it. He'd gone.

He'd just disappeared.

What do you mean?

Did-- did you try and find him?- Mm.

Yeah.

But nobody had any paperwork on him.

Not the adoption, not Social Services.

What about our police?

And what was Len Lomax doing there?

In those days, you didn't ask.

You-- you didn't barge into theChief Superintendent's office--

No.But maybe we should have.

[doorbell rings]

[doorbell continues]

Get the kid away.

Now hold on a second.

Don't-- hey. Just wait a second.

Courtney, get your bag. Get your things.

MAN: Open the door! - Hey!

Alpha-- you're on the front.

MAN: Open the door!

Stay there!

Hey-- you!

Brodie! [screams]

Come here!

Come here!

Hey!

You!

[JACKSON GRUNTING, BLOWS LANDING]

Where do you think you're going?

[tires squealing]

[dog barking, yapping]

[panting]

[barking continues]

JACKSON: Mr. Bodie, I presume?

My name's Jackson.

I'm a private investigator.

I think this was meant for you.

[groans in pain]

Got your dog some sausages, as well.

Hope you don't mind. - Not at all.

Thanks.

What's he called?

JACKSON: "The Ambassador."

That's an unusual name.

Thought that was a name for a bigger dog.

Well, he's big inside, I suppose.

I have a very normal name.

I'm called Brian Jackson.

I guess that's where someof the misunderstanding

might have come from--

two private investigatorscalled Jackson.

Asking about Carol Braithwaite.

Mm.

Ah.

So who's your client?

He's a man who was a--

well, he grew up inchildren's homes, fostering.

I traced that he came from Scotland,

but there wasn't much to go on.

Records are missing.

You think it's Michael?

Yeah.

Might be.

Can't remember muchabout where he came from.

One thing he does remember is his mother.

But he couldn't put a face to her.

Remembers her being very sick.

He remembers watching "Playschool"

when some policemen came--

You know she was murdered, don't you?

I mean, little Michael sat in the flat with her

for three weeks-- with the body.

Yeah.

Well, he's not going tofind his mum, then, is he?

He's not looking for his mum.

What's all this?

This yours?

Oh, yes indeed.

Where'd you get it all from?

Catalogs.

You must get the catalogs.

Go out to all the BAPD members.

The what?

BAPD.

Not a member?

Not much of a joiner-in.

So how much you charge, then?

200 an hour, plus expenses.

Christ in the bucket.

Yeah.

You stretch it out, these things can add up.

Yeah, I'll bet.

So you weren't asking aboutCarol Braithwaite at all, then?

No.

No.

Wait-- if he's not looking forhis mum, who's he looking for?

Oh, I forgot the receipt.

For what?

Breakfast.

Expense, isn't it?

Back in a jiff.

[sighs]

[steady beeping]

You sneaky little bastard.

[beeping louder]

Hey!

Come here!

Hey!

Come here!

Come here!

Get in!

Go on.

Oi!

Oi, oi, oi!

Oi!

Oi!

TRACY: Actually, I'lltake one of them, and all.

I'll take one of them lollies.

Thank you.

There we go.

There's your ice cream.

Oh-- I got you that.

You don't like whistles?

You can eat it.

You know, I was brought up round here.

When we were little, we usedto go to all the rock pools.

And you'd see little starfish in them,

and little sea anemones--an-enemas-- anyway.

They're little red, wavy things.

Courtney, if you could haveanything you wanted-- like,

if you could have any treat--

and it might be the last time anybody asked you--

what would you have?

[whistle hissing]

I'm not 100% sure what we're gonna do.

I've got me house. Could sell me house.

We could go and live in Argentina,

like the Nazis used to.

Don't know why I mentioned Nazis.

I don't suppose you even know what Nazis are.

A skipping rope.

What?

What'd you say?

A skipping rope.

Red.

OK.

Yeah.

I think we can manage that.

[door opens, bell rings]

Or maybe not.

JACKSON: You can't do it, Tracy.

TRACY: Why can't I?

What sort of life would she have had?

JACKSON: That's not the point.I'm not gonna let you.

[courtney laughing, dog yapping]

TRACY: But you're not a copperanymore-- any more than I am.

COURTNEY: Here boy.

Here boy! [dog yapping]

JACKSON: Just take her back to Edinburgh,

and give her back to her family.TRACY: No.

I'm not going back to Edinburgh.

I know where I need to be.

And it's here-- near her.

JACKSON: Look-- she's got a father.

She's got to have a dad, ain't she?

TRACY: Do you think?

Where's her dad when her mom'sknocking hell out of her?

Because that wasn't the first time

she was covered in bruises.

Do you really think she's gotsome lovely granny at home,

getting the dirt out of her fingernails

and reading her bedtimestories, and putting her to bed?

She's got nobody.

You don't know that.

I do.

Barry checked.

They're either dead, or they're in prison.

COURTNEY: Here boy!

[dog yapping]

You're not thinking clearly.

Look at the two of you.

You're not going to go and move on, are you?

Eh?

You're not going to make a kid disappear.

No. [dog barking]

COURTNEY: Here boy!

- If this is about Michael--- No!

I keep telling you, it's not about Michael.

Well, it's got to be.

Be honest with yourself.

It must be. Right?

You walked away with someone else's kid.

That's not normal.

All right.

I know what you're trying to get me to say.

I was bothered about Michael.

Which is OK.

Yeah, but Barry kept saying,you know, that I was too naive,

and it wasn't our job to--

and I just wanted to make things different.

I get it.

No-- when I saw her, I just wanted things to--

end differently.

And I know that was probably wrong, and I--

but I'm not a bad person.

I never said you were.

You're not a bad person.

Come on.

Look--

COURTNEY: Tracy!

What, pet?

Look!

The dog!

[laughing] Here boy!

TRACY: I know.

I know.

It's his doggy.

Here boy!

Here!

Here!

[dog yapping]

Here boy!

She's got nobody.

I can love her.

I can love her.

All right.

Stay here.

I'll go see if I can sort something out.

What?

I don't know.

Something.

Everything.

Maybe nothing.

[sighs] I'll find you.

You've got money?

Don't use your card.

No, no.

I've thought of that.

[dog barking]

Where's my car?

Um, it's over in that car park.

It's a bit dirty.

Sorry.

COURTNEY: Here boy!

Here boy!

[dog yapping]

[courtney laughing]

Hey!

Courtney!

We need to take the dog back!

Here boy!

Here boy!

[somber music]

Why? Eh?

Why did this happen?

Where's Tracy and the kid?

Come on.

You know something, don't you?

Something you never told aboutMichael Braithwaite, or Carol.

What is it?

Aye.

You're right. - What is it?

Where is Tracy?

She's somewhere.

And I can look after her, ifyou tell me what is going on.

What happened?

It was a rotten place, back then.

A rotten place to work in.

I was always so close to saying something.

Like you said something.

What happened?

It was the policeman's ball.

Hogmanay in 1978.

I was on taxi duty.

Just so to avoid any drunk-driving scandal.

Not that that mattered, I don't believe.

I can't help, you stupid bitch!

Who do you think you are?

BARRY [VOICEOVER]: Ray Strickland.

He was a complicated guy.

Oh, he was well on with the drink.

I was a Constable.

He was my sergeant.

Oi.

I need a lift.

All right, Ray.

Calm down.

BARRY [VOICEOVER]: So he nabbed me.

And, uh-- he got me to drive him somewhere.

Carol Braithwaite's place.

He came out of there in some state.

So I took him back to theparty, and Ray and Len talked.

And they told me to beat it.

Three weeks later, I found it.

Ach-- I don't know what I thought.

But Len and Ray weren't saying anything.

So I asked.

I asked Len.

I said, what happened with the boy?

Did you leave the boy in that flat?

And the mother-- who killed mother?

And?

Well, he tore a stripe off me.

He says, if I thought thatthey'd left the little boy

there to die, I must be mad.

And the mother, she was a prostitute,

you know-- that Ray just fancied.

See, it was well-known back thenthat he'd her up with a baby.

He'd come in there, he foundher there, and he panicked.

So Len went back withhim, and they cleaned up.

They locked up, and they leftit for some other poor bugger

to find her.

You know-- the ones that alwaysdeal with the swarms of flies.

And he told me, "there's no point in Ray

getting mixed up in all this."

Did Tracy know?

Did you tell her?

Oh, it's eating me up.

This is eating me up.

They said to me, "if you valueyour livelihood, shut it.

Forget it.

If you value yourfamily's house, the meals,

and the table, you forget it.

You tell Tracy to forget it, too.

You get that to happen, ifyou feel anything for her."

Which I did.

Which I do.

So I-- so I tried my best to--

bury it.

He's alive, Michael Braithwaite.

He's back.

And he wants some answers.

Um-- uh, Tracy Waterhouse.

Doesn't matter.

No friends, no family, no holidays.

Don't need it.

Find everything that you canon Carol Braithwaite's murder.

Police statements, press clippings, anything.

Email it to me.

Sorry.

No, it's my job.

No, no.

I mean about before.

Blowing up at you.

I'm sorry.

I'd already forgotten about it.

Thanks.

[music playing]

Here comes the first light

JACKSON: What am I missing?

Eh?

I'm missing something.

Seems like I'm only happywhen shadows fall in the dark

you left behind Peopletell me you must stand tall

Get some grub beforethe vultures descend, eh?

This is where we had the policemen's ball.

Aye.

Aye.

That's right.

Still know some people, eh?

How you doing?

JACKSON: My condolences, Mr. Strickland.

Piss off.

There was a littlegirl, there, wasn't there?

LEN LOMAX: Did you not hear what I said?

New Year's Eve, 1978.

Carol Braithwaite's flat.

Would you like the rest ofyour face rearranged, pal?

Can we go into another room?

We're not going into any other room.

She's your daughter, isn't she, Ray?

Hey?

You took your little baby girl out of there,

and you kept her safe.

Well, she's all grown-up now.

She's about 10, there.

She's a woman, now.

She wants to know where she comes from.

She wants to know whathappened to her mum and dad.

What shall I tell her?

Ray?

What shall I tell her?

So you were having a thingwith Carol Braithwaite.

Right?

Probably let her off abust in return for favors.

Isn't that how it works?

Then you got her pregnant.

Right?

Carol Braithwaite was a whore.

So she got what she deserved.

Go on and give us a break, you two.

Eh? Give us a break!

I'm keeping the bastard off your back, Ray.

Like I've been keeping the bastards off

your back this past 40 years.

Did you kill her?

Ray, did you kill Carol Braithwaite?

She had a wee girl.

Francesca.

I didn't want to see Carol.

But Maggie and I didn'thave any bairns of our own.

No matter how we--

I tried not to.

But I couldn't stop myselffrom seeing Francesca--

the baby.

You know?

I couldn't stop thinking about her.

She was so-- so--

she had such-- she had such blue eyes.

JACKSON: Ray.

Enough.

But Carol said--

Carol wanted money.

And it got so that she saidshe'd tell Maggie if I didn't.

Then she-- she--

she stopped me seeing Francesca.

I got so steamed up and drunk at the Hogmanay.

CAROL: [SHOUTING] That's it, Ray!

Go on!

[SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY, VOICES ECHOING]

You're never coming back here!

[shouting, arguing]

RAY: Shut it!

He's started it.

That's the last of ye.

You can't keep her, Ray.

Doc says.

You can't keep her!

It's not right.

Now get in the car.

Ray!

John and Kitty did all right by her.

Sure they did.

RAY: Me and Maggie wouldhave done all right for her.

LEN LOMAX: Aye.

You just killed her mother.

If you'd have been smart about it,

you could've had your whoreand your daughter on the side,

if that's what you needed.

We all had whores on the side.

RAY: Present for you, Kitty.

From Len Lomax.

My god, she's beautiful.

RAY: Aye.

That she is.

Did you tell your wife?

I told her the day I saw you.

Why?

RAY: I couldn't have.

I could have loved it.

I could have learnt to love it.

RAY: Maggie! - Oh, god!

We could have had a life again.

There could have been life.

There could've been color.

We could have laughed.

RAY: I'm sorry!

There could've been wax--

waxed crayons or-- there could've

been just something, Ray!

RAY: Maggie!

Christ!

Christ!

RAY: Maggie!

Anything but the life I've had!

[water running]

Maggie!

LEN LOMAX: You think you're going to be

daddy now, after all this?Hm?

You've always been too soft, Ray.

Always have been.

JACKSON: So you just left thelittle boy, then, did you?

Just locked him in with the body?

What kind of men do you think we are?

I thought he was with his father.

That's what we thought.

Didn't think it was going to take

three weeks to find the body.

That's police incompetence.

Where's my daughter?

Can I see her?

Well, that would be up to her.

What are you going to do?

Brodie-- Brodie! [SHOUTING]What are you going to do?

[somber music]

Thank you.

Ah-- Mr. Brodie.

So, what can I do for you?

I was hoping you might be able to arrange--

um, need some new passports.

Identities.

Sale of the house, and themoney to be moved untraceably.

The whole thing, basically.

For who?

For a couple of friends of mine.

That's very costly.

20 grand cover it?

No.

It's all I got.

Then maybe we can cometo some other arrangement.

JACKSON: Like what?

20,000, Mr. Brodie--

plus an acknowledgment that you owe me.

And that one day, I'll give you a call.

No.

I'm not working for you again.

I can have two whole newidentities for you in 24 hours.

Bank accounts, social security--

for anywhere in the world.

In 24 hours.

Fine.

Thank you, Mr. Brodie.

You've got my number.

I certainly have.

Mama!

Mama!

Mama!

Where's her mother?

MAN: [speaking german]

Hey!

I'm meant to be handing her over to her mum.

Hey!

MAN: [speaking german]

[dog yapping, panting]

Hi, Michael.

[dog whining]

[fog horn blaring]

And what is she called?

Hope.

Oh.

I'm glad he found her.

Can you tell Michaelthat he wasn't forgotten?

Yeah.

Hey.

Think you forgot something.

Thank you.

JACKSON: I'll make sure the money from the house

gets to you. - Yeah.

And I know how much those houses go for.

So don't try diddling me.

I wouldn't dare.

Anyway, thanks.

Say goodbye to Jackson, Courtney.

Goodbye.

Bye, Lucy.

It's the name on the passport.

What you asked for.

Do you like "Lucy?"

Lucy.

If I was going to have a little girl,

I was going to call her Lucy.

And what am I called?

Michaela.

Oh, bloody hell.

Michaela, Lucy.

Hm.

I'll have to get some leopard-skin leggings.

Good luck.

Come on.

[fog horn blaring]

[seagulls cawing]

Yes my lady?

Ah.

I just wanted to know if you'd got anywhere

with Tracy and Courtney Cross?

It's just that they both disappeared,

and apparently, Tracy's house is up for sale.

No. Nothing.

Trail went cold.

Could you look me inthe eye and tell me that?

Louise, I've got nothing.

The trail went cold.

OK.

That's why you called me in?

It is.

What have you got in there?

A serial killer.

Good job.

You look nackered. - Oh.

Well, there's a reason for that.

Well, anyway-- congratulations.

Thank you.

Do you want a drink?

Aye.

Don't mind if I do.

Bit of old fashioned police work.

Rough justice.

Married life.

So what's he like, then, your Patrick?

Seems a bit boring, to me.

Well, Patrick is funny, and thoughtful,

and a very good doctor.

And he's clever.

And he makes me feel better than anyone's

ever made me feel before.

Pff.

Well.

LOUISE: And anyway, I'mnot so interesting, myself.

You found that one outpretty quick, didn't you?

And what is it that youthink that you are, Jackson?

Are you enthralling?

You'll never know, will you?

Couldn't take the chance.

That's not a chance, Jackson.

That's Russian roulette.

Sounds exciting.

You're not exciting.

You're boring. It's boring.

This is boring.

And now, I'm going home to my fiance.

Congratulations.

Well done on the case.

[music]

I'll lead you somewherewarm like a star in the sky

[computer chiming]

Shining since the day you wereborn If you're going nowhere

then go there by yourself

[chiming continues]

[chiming stops]

Hi, Dad.

It's me.

I missed you.

Hey.

How's it going?

MARLEE: Yeah, I'm good.

How's it going with, uh--

MARLEE: OK.

Or great, in fact.

Mum's got sacked.

You what?

Her firm's moving to China.

JACKSON: That's-- that's terrible.

What's, uh-- how-- she--

she's not moving to China, is she?

MARLEE: No.

She's moving back to Edinburgh.

With you?

MARLEE: What do you think?

Well, that's fantastic.

When's that happening?

In a month.

But I told mum I didn't want to wait.

I wanted to come back sooner,so I can stay with you.

What did she say to that?

She said it was a mad idea,and that I wouldn't like it.

And I said I would like it, and wanted

to stay with you forever,and see her on the weekends

when she gets back.

And then she got all upset.

Or pretended to.

But then she said I could.

She said I could, Dad!

What do you mean?

I bet she was upset.

She was, a bit.

She said it will all go wrong, and I'll

come running back to her.

But she's wrong.

It won't, will it, Dad?

Well, I'll-- I'll--

MARLEE: You-- you could be a bit happier.

No, I am.

Look, I am.

It's amazing.

It'll be brilliant.

I can take care of you.

You don't have to take care of me, sweetheart.

That's my job-- take care of you.

So, OK if I tell Mum?

Yeah.

Of course.

What do you think?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Get her to call me.

Amazing.

Right.

I'm gonna go pack.

Love you.

Love you, too.

[computer chimes]

Said to your storm I'll be the shore of the sea.

Gone to North Pole, I'llbe the leaves on the trees.

If the world hounds you there,I'll show you where to hide.

If your dreams desert youthere, I'll open up your eyes.

Even in the hurricane.

[music fades]

[music playing]

Standing on a hill beneath the heavens,

filled with falling stars.

Looking out into the great white--

[music fades]