New Tricks (2003–2015): Season 9, Episode 10 - Glasgow UCOS - full transcript

♪ It's all right, it's okay ♪

♪ Doesn't really matter
if you're old and gray ♪

♪ It's all right, I
say it's okay ♪

♪ Listen to what I say ♪

♪ It's all right, doing fine ♪

♪ Doesn't really matter
if the sun don't shine ♪

♪ It's all right, I
say it's okay ♪

♪ We're getting to
the end of the day ♪

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- [Taps]
- STANDING: [Groans]

- I thought you were the golfer.
- [Chuckles] So did I.



- Go on, then.
- Okay.

A really difficult green
to read, I'll tell you.

I know, I know, I
know. Don't you worry.

- Here we go.
- Morning.

- Oh, morning, sir.
- What are you two doing?

Final hole of the Open.

- Where's Brian?
- Oh, Esther rang in.

She said he's got
very bad flu, apparently.

Right.

- Glasgow have been in touch.
- Oh?

They're setting up their
own cold-case review section.

What, like this one?

I doubt it will ever be
quite like this one, no.

They're asking if Mr. McAndrew



would return to his
native city temporarily...

- Nice one.
- Yeah, right.

Along with a more
experienced UCOS officer

to help them with
their formative process.

You're not talking about me?

Well, who else is it gonna be?

Well, how long is it?

About seven days
or so, apparently.

A week in Glasgow?

Well, I've got to
clear this with Sandra.

It's already been cleared
with DCI Pullman and myself.

Your contact will be
a DCI MacDougall.

You're expected
tomorrow morning at 9:00.

- Tomorrow?
- 9:00?

- That's a seven-hour drive, sir.
- Yeah. Well, don't be late.

Well, we're not taking my car.

Damn right we're not driving
to Glasgow in that bone shaker.

A week of deep-fried
pizza, Irn-Bru, and haggis.

I can't bleeding wait.

[Chuckles]

- You got your passport?
- Ha ha ha.

[Laughs]

Have you ever actually
ever been to Scotland?

STANDING: Once. 1973.

England 5, Scotland 0.

- Can't remember the rest.
- Why not?

STANDING: I was pissed.

Anyway, what I don't get is
why they're dragging us up here

to set up a Scottish UCOS.

I reckon there is more to
this than meets the eye.

McANDREW: Do you, now?

Home sweet home.

Ahh!

Can't be arsed with
that drive anymore.

Blimey.

This is smashing, isn't it?

Yeah, it's good.
Come and have a drink.

STANDING: Oh! [Chuckles]

- Malt?
- Anything large.

[Chuckles]

Cor, this is
fantastic, isn't it?

Oh? Oh, yeah.

Do you know how much this
would cost you in the smoke?

Yeah, tell me about it.

Ah! The lovely Charley.

- Yeah.
- Am I gonna get to meet her?

- If you behave yourself.
- [Laughs]

I should be seeing her myself
tonight, but she's on a course.

Cheers.

- But you live together, yeah?
- No, no. Cheers.

No, uh, she does her own thing.

I go to her place,
she comes to mine.

It's, you know... It's cool.

Excellent.

- Cor, that's nice.
- Mmm.

Oh, that is good.

Well, I don't know about
you, but I'm knackered,

and you did all the driving.

Yeah. Come on. I'll
show you your room.

Cheers.

McANDREW: Oh, Charley's been
in and made the bed and everything.

STANDING: Oh, smashing.

Oh, hey. Have a look at this.

If you fancy a change of mood.

- Good God!
- [Laughs]

Hey, listen, I didn't
have that put in.

It was here when
I bought the place.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah, yeah. Promise.

[Laughs]

Okay, Gerry. Look, sleep well.

I'll wake you up at 7:00
in the morning, okay?

- Cheers, mate.
- Night-night.

[Sighs]

- Uh!
- What a state.

Oh, no.

Come on. There's
porridge on the go.

Porridge?

Or there's smoked salmon,
scrambled eggs, waffles,

blueberry muffins,

toasted brioche,
coffee, orange juice.

- That kind of stuff. Come on.
- All right.

Let's boogie.

Boogie? My legs have gone.

Hi. DCI Fiona MacDougall.

- Steve McAndrew.
- Hi.

Gerry Standing.

Thanks for coming
up at such short notice.

Not at all.

I have to say I'm a huge
fan of what you guys do.

- Everyone's very excited.
- Glad we can be of help.

I'm really looking
forward to it.

There are still one
or two doubters,

but I'm sure after
your talk, Gerry,

they'll be total converts.

Come again?

The history of UCOS in the Met.

I've managed to get most
of CID free this morning.

Is that a PowerPoint
presentation

or do you prefer
just to extemporize?

You, um...

You, uh, rationalize
the nature of the crime,

you and your colleagues.

I-It's a team, you know?

And... And utilizing the
technology available to us.

And you mu... You can't
anymore ignore the technology.

Um, you know, DNA profiling.

You've now got the forces
linked by HOLMES 2...

Celtic 3.

[Laughter]

[Chuckles]

Actually...

you can have all the forensic

techno-gizmo
trickery in the world,

but if you're just some
clever, smartass cop

who doesn't give a
toss, then it's pointless.

Are you good enough?

Because without heart, care,

good old-fashioned know-how,

experience, and intuition,

you're no kind of cop anyway.

[Applause]

And I'll tell you
something else...

- Cheers. Thanks a lot.
- Cheers.

- Thank you.
- Thanks.

- [Exhales sharply]
- Thank you.

That was just what
I wanted to hear

and what a lot of
them needed to.

I'm... I'm impressed.

Me too. Didn't even know he
could even spell "extemporize."

Listen, this is
really embarrassing,

but, um, there's
been a bit of a mix-up.

Originally we'd scheduled
a selection process

for Glasgow UCOS starting today,

the idea being that you would
help interview the applicants.

But it's now been
postponed, I'm afraid.

Till when?

Next week. Wednesday.

I know. I can only apologize.

No, no, no. We
were told seven days.

Yeah, I-I realize that.

I mean, without the personnel,

Gerry and I can't do
anything for you up here.

Look, we're not officially
up and running, but...

there is something.

It's come out of a
long-running review process.

An open case.

But it's rather awkward.

It's a murder from
a long time ago.

I was here a long time ago.

James Soutar? Bookmaker?

He was beaten to death
near the bus station.

1993. No clues or suspects.

Weapon never found.

So why's it awkward?

Well, some time ago
a decision was made

to reexamine all serious
crime investigations

led by CID officers

who were later found or
believed to have been corrupt.

It's... It's very delicate.

[Chuckles] This is good.

Ha ha! Yeah. Very good.

Murder of a
bookie? I like a bet.

At the same time that
Steve was still on the force.

Then up the ante
with a bit of mystery!

- When did you work all this out?
- I'm sorry?

This is the real
reason we're here.

- No.
- Course it is.

You wangled us up to Glasgow

to work on this awkward
case on purpose.

Then if it all goes tits-up,

her new team
doesn't lose any cred.

And you come out
of it whiter than white.

No, no, the officer who
led the original investigation

was never officially charged.

That's why any investigation
now has to be unofficial

and very hush-hush.

You're gonna have
to do better than that.

Okay.

How about I want
you to work this case

because the investigation
was led by Frank McNair?

Where's the file?

McNair was more interested
in Soutar's sexual proclivities.

Because?

Of where he was
murdered. The bus station.

It's a pick-up area.

Soutar was single. No kids.

Cue lots of stuff
about gay-bashing

or a row with a prostitute
over money that went terminal.

Yeah, the money.
What happened to it?

Did he leave a will?

£3 million.

Which mostly went to
various children's charities.

You said "mostly."

He also left 15 grand to
a 16-year-old girl in care.

Catherine Sinclair.

No relation. She'd
never even heard of him.

You know McNair, don't
you? What's the deal?

He shagged my wife. Ex-wife.

I punched him out. Got
suspended for two months.

In the meantime, Tricia took
off and took Stewart with her.

Stewart's my son.

She got custody.

Where are they
now? I don't know.

I haven't seen either
of them in nine years.

Uh, where are you
actually taking us?

- Where do you think?
- No, no, no, no, no.

Listen, I told you
this was all dodgy.

Now, all you can see is McNair,
but all I see is MacDougall.

Now, if I'm right about
her, she wants UCOS to fail.

No. She wants us to fail.

I mean, you have no idea
about the amount of crap

that UCOS got in the early days.

I mean, at first everyone said,
"Oh, yeah, what a great idea."

But then they realized we
were working just a bit too well.

We were showing up ex-coppers
for what they actually were...

Slovenly, disinterested,

and in some cases
downright bent.

The best thing we can do is
prove the naysayers wrong.

- Naysayers?
- Solve the case.

And do that by
starting with McNair.

No.

Listen, if I'm gonna be
forced to stay in this place

for another seven bleeding days,

I'm not gonna waste
my time watching you

make a prat of yourself.

We do this by the book.

[Laughs]

What are you laughing at?

You sound just like Sandra.

- [Exhales sharply]
- [Laughs]

Blimey.

So who's this bloke
we've come to see?

Ex-procurator fiscal.

Why do you Jocks have
such dopey names for things?

Because Scotland is a nation
with its own unique identity

and a 2,000-year history

of separate laws,
customs, and education.

Or we just don't want
you English tossers

to know what
we're talking about.

Mr. Ogilvy? You
have some visitors.

Mr. Ogilvy? Colin Ogilvy?
I'm Steve McAndrew.

This is Gerry Standing.

We're working for
the Glasgow CID

on an unsolved murder
from 19 years ago.

Really?

A former bookie
named James Soutar.

You were procurator
fiscal at the time.

Soutar?

Was he from Stirling?

No, no, no. Glasgow.

Yeah, he was a
Glaswegian bookie.

He gave a lot of
money to charity.

Excellent. That is good of him.

Yeah.

The officer in charge of the
case was a D.I. Frank McNair.

Do you remember him
discussing the case with you?

Bookmaker?

Have I won something?

Uh, no, no, you
haven't, I'm afraid, no.

No, no. [Chuckles]

I don't think I could have done.

I don't bet.

Right. Well, uh, yeah.

Thanks for your
time, Mr. Ogilvy.

You've been... You've
been most helpful.

Deep-fried pizza?

I don't think so.

STANDING: Thank you.

Fabulous!

Now, Anna, make
sure these flowers

don't get in the way
of the bride and groom.

Guests need to see them. Yeah?

- Ah.
- McANDREW: Hello.

Catherine Morton?
Catherine Sinclair as was?

Not for a long time.

I'm Steve McAndrew.
This is Gerry Standing.

- How are you?
- Hi.

We're reinvestigating the
murder of James Soutar.

Are you all right?

My God. Yes. Yes,
I will be in a minute.

- Soutar?
- Yes.

Well, the money from Soutar,
it completely changed my life.

How, exactly?

I was heading the wrong way.

Then someone somewhere
finds something worthwhile in me.

It totally changed the
way I thought about myself.

I felt I had to justify what
he left me, not waste it.

And it led to all this?

Huh! Well, it was
a long process.

Started working in the markets,

and then I ran a couple
of restaurants for guys.

Managed to save enough
money so I could get my own place.

I seemed to have the knack
of knowing what and where

the right place was.

So...

I was... Well, I
still am... lucky.

Nah. Sounds like good
old-fashioned hard work to me.

- You never met Soutar?
- Never.

- Not related in any way?
- No.

My dad ran off when I was two.

Soutar couldn't be your dad?

Not unless his middle
name was Luigi.

My dad was from Naples.

You've no idea why
he left you that money?

No. I tried. Even hired a P.I.

WOMAN: Cathy, there's
a phone call for you.

Look, I'm sorry.

All I know is that if he
hadn't, I wouldn't be here now.

I owe him everything.

- Well, thanks for your time.
- Okay. Thanks.

- Thanks very much.
- Okay.

What do you think?

Well, she seemed straight to me.

But why'd he leave
her that money? I just...

Well, Soutar was brought
up in care, wasn't he?

Maybe he wanted to find
someone and just make it personal.

I mean, if you think about it,

his and her journey
are the same.

Orphan. Care.

Work your way up and then
make a big success of it all.

But she had a 15
grand start on him.

Well, she hasn't made
a bad deal of it, has she?

No.

Okay. Who's next?

McNair.

Yeah, all right.

STANDING: So McNair's
secretary of this golf club, eh?

- McANDREW: Yep.
- Cushy little number.

- Hi. Gerry Standing.
- McNair, Frank.

STANDING: And Steve
McAndrew you know.

Yeah, we're working
for the Glasgow CID,

helping to set up an
unsolved-crime unit.

Result of that is we're,
uh, reinvestigating

the death of James
Soutar back in 1993.

Oh, you mean murder.

Yeah, and as you
led the murder team,

do you mind if we ask you a
few questions about the case?

Be my guest.

You said the most
likely motive was sexual.

How did you come to that?

If you read the case
file you know why.

- You have read the file?
- It was a long time ago.

Just wondered if you
had any fresh thoughts

on the case, that's all.

I'm not the kind of guy
that dwells on things

that happened in the past.

I thought sexual
'cause of where he died.

Pointed to a particular
type of individual.

The sort who
doesn't have anyone...

Loved ones, family, friends.

Pretty sad.

What about Cathy Sinclair,

the girl he left a
load of money to?

Nothing. I reckoned he pulled
her name out of a lucky bag.

So why, uh... Why are
you looking into this now?

Seems odd.

We've heard rumors that
Soutar had special clients.

High rollers.
Important people who...

Look, cut the crap. You're
not interested in Soutar.

Only reason you're here is so
he can find out where his wife is.

Guess what. I don't know.

- You don't know? You...
- Thank you.

Thank you. We'll be in touch.

[Door opens]

- I could bloody kill him.
- No, but we spooked him.

That's why he threw
that grenade at you.

As soon as I mentioned
bets and special clients,

he went all shaky.

That's why he
mentioned your wife.

Do you mind if we
just call it a day, Gerry?

No, no. I could murder a pint.

No, actually, it's
just Charley's back,

and I haven't seen her in
over a month, you know?

Hear, hear. Good
boy. You rock on.

Look, I'll drop
you in town, okay?

- Yeah, terrific.
- You be all right on your own?

Course I will.

[Sighs]

- So, what about London? Any joy?
- No. Nothing.

I tried different organizations
and places, but...

I think she'll have
changed her name,

kept on the move, you know?

It's just... You know it's
got nothing to do with her.

When I think about her now,
I've absolutely no feelings.

Steve! I know.

I understand.

He's your son.

[Buzzing]

Gerry.

He's been arrested.

I was not procuring! I was
checking the crime scene.

I mean, I was talking
to prostitutes, yeah,

but only about the case.

Of course you were.

Hi, darling.

Gerry, this is Charley.

Charley, Gerry.

Hiya.

No wonder he wouldn't
let me meet you.

Well, I was beginning to wonder.

Look, I'm terribly sorry
if I ruined your evening.

Oh, no, no, no. Come
on. I'll drive us back.

All I'm saying is, why is McNair
so keen to push the gay angle

yet so dismissive
of the money angle?

Thanks, darling.

Oh, Charley, look, I'm
sorry to talk shop all the time.

- Must bore you to death.
- It's okay. I'm used to it.

Charley's in forensics. It's
how we met. Over a cadaver.

It was liver at first
sight, eh, darling?

[Laughs]

Talking of which,
how was your dinner?

Uh, we didn't get that far.

Oh, I'm really sorry.

It's all right. No
need to apologize.

You know, while
I was in that cell,

all I kept thinking is,

"Why would anyone give
Cathy Sinclair all that money?

Someone they didn't even know."

There's something about that...

- Listen.
- What?

It's obvious youse need to talk.

And I need to be
up early for work.

I'll just leave you to it.

All right, darling.

- Sorry, Charley.
- It's all right.

- Tomorrow, okay?
- Yeah.

Speak to you in the morning.

- Nice to meet you, Gerry.
- Yeah, and you, Charley. Sorry.

[Door opens]

- [Door closes]
- A whole month.

Thanks.

I'll get the whisky.

McANDREW: [Sighs]

[Groans]

Congratulations.

You made it into
the bed this time.

[Groans]

So where we off to?

See Helen Wray,
head of social services.

- Gerry.
- Where you going?

- On the underground.
- The underground?

Not know Glasgow
had an underground?

I was surprised by
the electric lights.

WRAY: James Soutar?

STANDING: Yeah,
he was a bookmaker.

And he left a half
a million pounds

to the city's
council care homes.

I must admit, I'd have
thought I'd remember that.

1993. He was
reasonably well known.

Well, I don't bet.

My father did, and
it put me off forever.

To be honest, I have a
vague memory of him.

Okay, do you
remember Cathy Sinclair?

She was brought up in care,
and Soutar left her £15,000.

Really?

McANDREW: No?

Well, you were head of
child welfare at the time.

I thought you might
remember a girl in care

who'd been left a small fortune.

My responsibilities didn't
extend to care homes as such.

Hang on.

Isn't this Cathy Morton who
now runs the restaurants?

Yeah.

But she was born Cathy Sinclair.

Yes. I do remember.

The money. 15,000?

That was extraordinary.
Very unusual.

Can you think of
any reason Soutar

would take an interest in a girl

he had no relationship to?

All I can think is

that it was this man's way
of repaying his gratitude

to the care system
that helped him.

Helen, do you think
we could have a look

at Catherine Sinclair and
James Soutar's care records?

They are confidential.

I appreciate that, but
this is a murder inquiry.

Yes, of course.

As long as you don't mind
one of my people being there?

Huh.

Well, according to this,

Cathy Sinclair
was a right handful.

Drink, drugs, underage sex.

Yeah, like half the
teenage population.

Ah, here we are.
James Alistair Soutar.

Born Paisley, September 1939.

Both parents killed in the
Clydebank bombing raid,

so that figures.

No relatives.

Went into care in 1941.

Um...

Left care at 16.

That's it.

Yeah, well, that's it here.

Nothing.

Yeah, same here.

Bugger it.

Well, that wasn't
much help, was it?

Including Miss Helen Wray.

I can't help thinking
it's got something to do

with Soutar being
in care, you know?

Gerry, you haven't said a
word since we left that place.

What's up?

Don't make it obvious,
but over my left shoulder.

- BMW. Tinted windows.
- Yep. I saw it yesterday.

- You got a number?
- No.

Someone's already too
interested in what we're doing.

- McNair?
- [Cellphone chimes]

Don't know.

Listen, I think we
should split up.

At least then one of us
won't have him up our jacksie.

Oh. Roy Fraser. My old DCC.

I let him know we
were coming up.

He was senior
detective at the time.

Thought he'd have
a view of the case.

Plus, he's a top guy.

I thought you said all
DCCs were bastards?

Roy's the exception
that proves the rule.

Right, I'll go and
see MacDougall.

- I thought you didn't trust her.
- I don't.

That's why I want
to keep her onside.

- I'll see you later.
- See you later, yeah.

[Knock on door]

Hello, Gerry.

I heard you got into a
spot of bother last night.

You brought us up here
to make sure we failed,

to prove UCOS doesn't work.

- Don't be ridiculous.
- Then why are we being followed?

Gerry, this case has
the highest priority.

No one wants a Glasgow
UCOS to fail, least of all me.

And if you're being followed,

well, somebody's not happy
about what you're doing.

Which means you're on the ball.

So, what have you got?

Well, nothing so
far, but it's early days.

I find that hard to believe.

Yeah, well, you're
new to the job.

What's all this?

Local papers from around
the time of the murder.

I'm just trying to
see if anything...

Stacks up?

- Very droll.
- [Chuckles]

Those I've done.
Those I haven't.

And seeing as I'm new to
the job, I'm very busy, so...

Thanks very much.

The original investigation was
headed up by Frank McNair.

- McNair?
- Yeah.

Bent copper, jumped
before he was pushed.

Oh, McNair. Aye, bent is right.

He was one big bad apple.

How far back? As far as '93?

McNair was into money,
but covering up a murder,

or at least making sure an
investigation went nowhere?

That's a much bigger deal.

Unless there was a lot of
cash in it for him, I cannae see it.

What if he was paid to make
sure there was no result?

Well, it's possible,
but it's a hell of a risk.

Not least to your pension.

- Gerry?
- Ah.

Is Steve not with you?

No, uh...

I need to talk to you.

Steve and I were
at social services,

and they let us look through
their records archives.

And I found this.

Heh. Bunch of kids on a day
out. Looks like the zoo to me.

Now, last night,
when Steve and I

were talking about
Cathy Sinclair,

you didn't say a word.

But there you are,
and there she is.

You knew her.

No.

But you were on the
same trip together.

There was a lot of us,
from three or four places.

Places?

Were you bought up in care?

Steve doesn't know, does
he? You haven't told him.

What, that when I went into care

I did a lot of things
that I'm ashamed about?

No, I haven't told him.

When I met Steve,
he was still reeling

from his wife and son leaving.

And there I am with a man who...

A really decent guy.

I know one day I have
to tell him the truth,

but not yet.

Do you understand?

Yeah. Sort of.

Gerry, I'm asking you
not to say anything.

Steve's the best thing
that's ever happened to me.

Yeah. Okay.

[Smooches]

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

"What prompted the
successful retired bachelor

to visit this notorious
pickup spot?"

Blah-blah-blah.

And, "Hints at a
secret, dark other life."

So we've got sex,
a brutal murder,

and a victim rolling in money,

and they give it
a single column?

- Yeah, it's a hard town.
- Well, yeah.

But in the next few days it's
hardly ever mentioned at all.

Here.

What am I looking at?

- There.
- Oh.

"Fourth girl disappears
from council care homes."

Shit.

Four in the two months

leading up to the
day of Soutar's death.

And it's hidden on page 17.

And it's a bit weird

that Helen Wray didn't even
bother to mention any of this.

It explains why McNair
never bought it up.

I wonder if Soutar knew
about any of these girls.

Maybe Soutar was what
happened to the girls.

Four disappear before he dies,

and then after he dies

there's not one report
of anyone going missing.

And believe me, I've
been through all of these.

Maybe somebody
found out about Soutar

and killed him to stop him?

Well, either way, I
think we need to go

and talk to Helen Wray again.

There are too many
unanswered questions.

Yeah, her and McNair.

I wonder if Cathy Sinclair
knew any of these girls?

You said you
fancied dinner there,

and you owe me
big-time for last night.

Heh. Fair enough.

- I'll give Charley a call.
- Charley?

What? You think you're
just paying for the two of us?

Dream on.

[Clears throat]

So now we've got another
four girls thrown into the mix,

all around 16 at the
time, and all in care.

Sounds horrible.

Have you told MacDougall?

Not yet. We're not
sure we can trust her.

That's why we're here.

To see if Catherine Sinclair
knows any of the missing girls.

This is Cathy
Sinclair's restaurant?

Yeah. The whole shebang.

Good evening!

How are you?

Brilliant, thank you,
yeah. And yourself?

Wonderful. How was your meal?

Outstanding.

And I've got to tell you
I'm not easily pleased.

Oh, sorry, this is
my partner, Charley.

- This is Cathy Sinclair.
- Hello. Hi.

SINCLAIR: So, um, there's
no more news about...

McANDREW: Well, sort of.

We discovered that in the months
leading up to Soutar's death,

several girls disappeared
from care homes in the city.

Do you think this is
connected? To Soutar.

We don't know.

But after Soutar died, no
one else did go missing.

Do you think it was him?
That's what we want to find out.

- It's a long time ago.
- WOMAN: Cathy?

Look, sorry, would
you excuse me?

I must make sure
that everything's...

Of course, of
course. It was lovely.

SINCLAIR: Thank you.

Right, well, I'm gonna get this.

You give me your keys,
I'll make me own way back,

and you two have a nice
evening together, all right?

Cheers, Gerry. Thanks a lot.

- Bye.
- See ya.

- [Thud]
- Oh!

Oh, shit.

[Groans]

[Clattering]

[Door closes]

STANDING: Oh. What
are you doing here?

What happened to you?

Walked into a bar. An iron bar.

Was it the same
people that did this?

Cor, I hope not.

I'd hate to think there were two
lots after your old man and me.

This is scary.

Listen, Charley, I'm... I'm
really sorry about last night.

I promise you I didn't
tell Steve anything.

And, luckily, Cathy
didn't recognize you.

Last night, talking about
those girls going missing,

so much stuff came back.

When I said I got in
trouble as a teenager,

that was me putting it mildly.

I was stealing,
shoplifting, doing drugs.

Same as Cathy?

Yeah, but I got caught.

But there was a
care worker that said

that there could be a
way out if I was smart.

She said she knew
people... A man...

And that I could
either go to jail

or he would get
rid of the charges

if... if I would

"entertain" this man
and some of his friends.

So, what did you do?

I went to jail.

Well, young offenders.

Listen, last night I got
the number of that BMW,

so I'm gonna call
MacDougall to check it out

and tell her about this.

Okay. All right.

Steve, I'm so sorry.

- No, Charley.
- I never meant to lie.

It's all right. It's all right.

I always knew
there was something.

I didn't know what exactly,

but I knew you'd tell me in
your own good time, you know?

Oh, Charley.

Charley.

There you go.
Didn't nick a thing.

Didn't even take my laptop.

MacDougall's
sending forensics over.

Oh, and she did a PNC check,

and the plates on the
Beemer were false.

Any joy?

I don't know him.

Well, you might not
know Soutar, but, um...

She said she had nothing
to do with the care homes.

She was in ours all the time.

See you soon, okay?
Talk to you later, yeah.

- She's wasted on you.
- Who you calling?

Helen Wray is
working at home today.

Oh, where's home?

Got no idea.
I'll find out later.

I think we should
drop in on McNair.

This is beginning to
smell like a cover-up.

- [Knock on door]
- Yeah?

- Oh, hi.
- Hi.

- STANDING: Hello.
- Anything missing?

No.

No, but they made a
right mess of your papers.

- You look terrible.
- He always looks like that.

- MacDOUGALL: You okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine, thank you.

Last time we spoke, you
said you hadn't found anything.

Somebody obviously
thinks you have.

Four 16-year-old girls
disappeared from care homes

prior to Soutar's murder.

Go on.

After Soutar died, the
girls stopped disappearing.

- They ever turn up?
- No... dead or alive.

So where now?

Well, probably McNair,

see why he never
mentioned the missing girls.

Do you mind if I
take a look around?

Be my guest.

- Still don't trust her.
- Yeah, you may be right.

Let's talk to
somebody in the know.

Yeah.

The girls went missing
over the course of...

Two or three months.

Oh, aye. I do remember.

You think the
raid on the flat...

Well, has to be doing
with what we're up to.

They didn't take anything.

Maybe they were looking
for something they didnae find.

No. It was a warning.

We've been followed more
or less since we got here.

Since we met McNair.

Black BMW, tinted windows.

We've been tailed, burgled.
Gerry's been smacked.

You're in the know. Who do
you hire to do that kind of stuff?

Well, there's not
exactly a short list,

but I can certainly
get a good idea.

Well, it'd be a big help.

How did you find out
about this sex/care thing?

Let's just say it's from
a very reliable source.

Okay. But that sort of thing's
hard to keep covered up.

Especially in this town.

Yeah, well, these people
must be seriously dangerous.

Plus, of course, the girls were
very young and easily scared.

Fair point.

I'll also talk to some
people from back then,

see if there's any kind of rumor

about young girls
being pimped by...

Helen Wray.

I'm on it. Meantime,
be bloody careful.

Yeah.

More careful than that, anyway.

Well, that's my middle
name. That and "Ouch!"

Thanks, Roy.

McNAlR: Disappearing girls?

STANDING: Yeah, four.

It was in the
papers and the news

but not in your case file.

Probably wasn't relevant.

So a murder
victim who's in care,

who leaves money
to a 16-year-old girl

who's also in care

has no relevance to four
other girls who disappear

who were in care?

Soutar was beaten to
death in a gay pickup area.

So a gay-bashing
that went a bit crazy,

of which there have
been quite a few.

Who says? Not the papers.

That's because back
then, poofs who got beat up,

they didn't tend to
advertise the fact.

- So how come you knew?
- Word on the street.

Interesting the girls stopped
disappearing after Soutar died.

So whoever murdered
him did society a favor.

How come you knew the
girls stopped disappearing

after Soutar died?

I had pals who
worked on the case.

And I have I good
memory. For everything.

I know you're in this.

Up to your neck. I know it.

Because I know you.

- [Sighs]
- You okay?

You asked me that last time.

- Wait, wait, wait.
- What?

Ogilvy. Look.

STANDING: 2011.

His handicap's here.

Ah, here we are.

Oh, boy, is this guy
a peach or what?

Ogilvy plays off an
active handicap of nine.

Huh!

He must be the first senile
golfer in history of the game

to play off single figures.

And... And you don't
just forget to mention

that the ex-procurator
fiscal on the case

just happens to be a
member of your club.

It's good enough for me.
No, no. No, wait, wait, wait.

We know. McNair
doesn't need to know that.

Let's keep it that way for now.

Yeah, okay.

- STANDING: Special, isn't it?
- Yeah.

How much would a place
like this cost up here?

Too much. Way too much.

[Rings]

- Hello there.
- Well, hello again.

McANDREW: It's a beautiful
place you've got here.

WRAY: Thank you.

Must have put
you back a fair bit?

I worked very
hard over the years.

Social services?

Social services...
Everybody's very keen

to criticize when
things go wrong,

but do they notice
when things go right, eh?

You develop a thick skin.

It's something you
just have to get used to.

You must have
had a very thick skin

when those four
girls went missing...

From care... just before
James Soutar died.

Do you not remember?

No, of course I do.

I thought it was pretty
odd that, you know,

Soutar left money
to a girl in care,

a Cathy Sinclair,

and she must have
been about the same age

as the girls who went missing.

None of them have
been found, have they?

I'm sorry... I don't understand
what it is you're insinuating.

- Insinuating?
- Yes.

You're clearly implying
there's some connection

between these events
and I know what it is.

Oh, no, sorry. That's
not what I meant at all.

No, no, no... All
Steve is saying is that,

given your job at the
time... Child welfare...

What do you think
happened to the girls?

I don't know. No one does.

It was very distressing.

Even now the memory
of it is quite upsetting.

See, we think Soutar's involved.

He may even be responsible
for killing those girls.

You see, in cases like
these... And I've worked a few...

It usually boils down
to sex or money or both.

So, what would your guess be?

I really don't know.

No doubt your
experience counts for a lot,

but mine is more to do with
the problems of such girls,

not their disappearance.

I can't help you.

Well, thanks for your time.

Bye now.

Gerry.

Lying through her teeth.

Yep. And absolutely
no way of proving it.

Not unless Charley
comes forward.

You know as well as I do

it would be her
word against Wray's.

And by the looks of that house,

Miss Helen Wray is
very well connected.

So, what next?

We wait.

What for?

Just enjoy the
scenery for a minute.

Go on.

- [Doorbell ringing]
- Yes, yes, I'm coming!

Wait!

Helen, I'm really sorry, but
I think I dropped my mobile.

Do you mind if I just
have a quick look?

Sorry to bother you.
It's stupid of me, I know.

Sorry about this. It's stupid.
I can't think... Oh, look!

Here it is.

How I managed to
do that, I don't know.

There we go. So, look, I'll
let you get on with your day.

I'm so... I'm so sorry, Helen.

[Beeps]

- It's not a mobile.
- No.

WRAY: It's Helen.

They've just been
out to see me again.

At my house!

The two guys from this new
unsolved-crime-unit thing.

Don't patronize me!

It's no good
saying, "It's in hand."

And don't tell me to calm
down. They're onto the sex angle.

Yes! They mentioned
Cathy Sinclair.

Cathy Sinclair...

A girl you were particularly
fond of, remember?

I know you weren't the only
one who had sex with her.

You just paid the least.

I am not panicking!
I am bloody...

[Doorbell rings]

For goodness' sake.

This is not funny.

Sorry, Helen. I've no
signal on my mobile.

I need to make an urgent call.

Do you think I could
use your landline?

[Sighs]

Thanks so much.
I'm sorry about this.

STANDING: Sorry.

Yeah, here we go.

Helen, I must say that,
well, how much I admire

what you and,
obviously, people like you

do in the social services.

In our job, obviously,
we're dealing with

social workers all the time.

- Um, without them...
- Yes, yes. You don't have to...

Oh, it's a... an answer machine.

Sorry. I'll just have
to try again later.

I'm really sorry to
waste your time again.

- Come on, Gerry.
- Thank you.

That's the last
number she dialed.

Give it a ring.

- STANDING: Hello?
- [Horn honks]

Oh, is it? Oh, sorry.
Wrong number.

- It's Ogilvy.
- What is this guy up to?

Blimey, he's right up our ass.

Uh-oh! Uh-oh!

That's the Beemer
that's been following us.

What the bloody
hell's going on?!

Sorry about that. Hey,
better late than never.

- False plates?
- No. But I bet those are.

Unbelievable.

Four-by-four was stolen in
Bishopbriggs this morning

and by now is probably
burning somewhere very nicely

where there's no CCTV cams.

I told you it was a setup.

- A setup?
- Don't act like you don't know.

You've been tailing
us since the off.

Actually this is the first time
I've been out with the boys.

Look, I had a feeling
you were getting close.

You used us as bait
to lure the villains out.

No, I trusted you
to get close enough

for me to be able to
step in at the last minute.

Well, it didn't work, did
it? The bastard's got away.

Well, whatever you
said to Helen Wray

must have been the trigger.

Which was what, exactly?

Helen Wray procured
girls in care for a sex ring.

A group of men including Soutar.

Yeah, and we think that Soutar

lured some of the
girls somewhere alone

and killed them.

Then one of the group found
out what Soutar was doing,

killed him, and covered it up.

- Any names?
- Ha! No way.

I'm no getting a sawn-off
stuck in my face for nothing.

We make the collar.

STANDING: Hello, Colin!

Oh, but tell you what...

That birdie he got on the 17th
was unbelievable, wasn't it?

Was it?

Bet you could give
some of those guys

a pretty good game yourself,

playing off nine the way you do.

Not bad for a 76-year-old.

I wonder how many residents
have their own mobile phone.

- Not many, I should think.
- No.

But, then, being an
ex-officer of the law

does have its privileges.

I bet it does.

WRAY: They
mentioned Cathy Sinclair.

Cathy Sinclair...

A girl you were particularly
fond of, remember?

I know you weren't the
only one who paid for sex.

You just paid the least.

That was a call made to you

a couple of hours
ago by Helen Wray.

Anything you want
to say about that?

Should be pretty
interesting, you know,

the present procurator
fiscal making a judgment call

on charges of sex with
minors in local authority care

against the
ex-procurator fiscal.

I don't think it
will come to that.

Oh, no? Why's that?

Because...

I don't have that long to live.

Well, life's a bitch,
and then you die.

So what?

So all my life all I've
had is my reputation.

And while I live, I have
every intention of keeping it.

That's all I care about.

You didn't give a shit

about those girls in care,
though, did you, hmm?

Who else "entertained"
those girls with you?

Oh, no, no. I don't do that.

No? Well, what
about James Soutar?

When did you find out
what he was doing, eh,

that he wasn't just one of
the boys like the rest of you?

I haven't the faintest idea
what you're talking about.

I don't give a toss how
terminally ill you are.

I'm gonna make damn sure
the doctors keep you alive

just long enough for the
judge to send you down.

I never said I was ill.

I said I hadn't long to live.

Shit!

[Thud]

Helen, you must know that
the murder of James Soutar

is linked to the sex
ring you helped create.

I don't know any James Soutar!

Without naming names, you
make it very difficult for me

to believe you're not
protecting the actual murderer.

Soutar was not one of
the men. I keep telling you!

Okay. Let them remain scot-free.

I'm sure they'll be delighted
to visit you in Cornton Vale.

Most of them are
no longer alive.

Fine. Let's start
with the living.

So how did it go?

Ah, shit.

What? What is it?

Oh.

Do you admit to having sex with
girls procured by Helen Wray?

No comment.

Did you help obstruct
the investigation

into the disappearance
of Sally Carmichael,

Gemma O'Neill,
Fionnula McCalliog,

and Moira Biggar

from Strathclyde
Council Care in 1993?

No comment.

Did you phone Detective
Inspector Frank McNair

to inform him he was about
to be suspended from duty

on or around the sixth
of September 2002

so that he could avoid
criminal investigation

by claiming to be sick?

No comment.

Did you murder
James Alistair Soutar

on the night of
eighth of May 1993?

No.

No, I did not.

Do you know the
identity of his killers?

Absolutely not.

[Door opens]

McANDREW: He's lying.

Possibly.

But to be honest,
I just don't know.

How long have you known him?

- 30 years.
- Long time.

McANDREW: Not
long enough, apparently.

[Cellphone rings]

Hmm.

Giles Morrison, the
ex-sheriff of Glasgow,

just had a heart attack.

- Is it serious?
- Not serious enough.

Look, you two
have been fantastic.

I don't know if we'll get
these guys for killing Jimmy,

but we'll sure as hell nail them

for what they did
to those poor girls.

I know.

It's not the result I was
looking for but it is a result.

Right, I'll finish
the interview,

and then I'll head off to see

what that pillar of the press,
Tom McInnes, has to say.

With any luck, this
one will have a stroke.

What?

All right, I give in.

I apologize.

Glasgow is fabulous.

Yep, you were right,
and I was wrong.

Can we go home now?

No.

What are you waiting for?

Her.

[Engine turns over]

So you worked all this out...

- From a tell.
- Eh?

Did you not hear it?

Did you not hear what she said?

Fancy finding you here.

You followed me here. Because?

- Because of a tell.
- A tell?

James Alistair Soutar.
You called him Jimmy.

Everywhere we went,
everyone called him James.

Nobody called him Jimmy. So...

Tell us about Jimmy.

I knew him as a
result of being coerced

into having sex
with some of the men

you've had the dubious
pleasure of meeting.

What, you... you were...

Hold on, hold on.
James Soutar was...

Jimmy Soutar was my savior.

What, you were
brought up here in care?

A few months after
I started entertaining

for Helen Wray,

Jimmy tagged me
coming home from school.

He told me he knew
what was happening to me.

Of course he did. He
was part of the sex ring.

No, no.

Because of his charity
work in the care homes.

One of the girls in a
home had come on to him,

thinking he was one of them.

When she told him
why, he was horrified.

He knew he could
do next to nothing.

The people involved
were too well connected.

Connected and dangerous.

He wanted to help me,
to offer me a way out.

He said he was rich enough
to get me out of Glasgow,

put me in a flat
in another city,

and provide me with enough
money for a proper education.

McANDREW: So how
could you trust him?

MacDOUGALL: I didn't.

But a week later he reappeared

with a train ticket
to Edinburgh,

my name on a flat lease,
six months paid in advance,

and a bank account
with five grand in it.

And you went?

I flew.

He saved my life.

I ended up at university.

When I finished I
decided I'd do for others

what he'd done for me.

That's why I'm here.

Wasn't it a bit
risky coming back?

Not if you stay
away long enough.

When I joined the force, Roy
Fraser was a superintendent.

I recognized him instantly.

And he didn't know me from Adam.

What about the other girls?
What happened to them?

Alive. All of them.

Happy.

Living in other places.

All saved by him.

So this is all about
payback, mm?

No.

All this is to find out

who killed the man
who saved my life.

Well, it hasn't really
worked, has it?

Nobody's owned
up to killing Soutar,

and we don't have any
evidence of anything.

No, I know.

As I said, it's not
a perfect result,

but it'll do.

McANDREW: Do you
often bring flowers up here?

MacDOUGALL: Sometimes.

You didn't today. We
were watching you.

You weren't carrying anything.

No.

McANDREW: So who did?

White roses?

MAN: Hiya.

Hi there. We're looking
for Catherine Sinclair.

Cathy, you told us you
never met James Soutar.

- No.
- That's not true, is it?

Because James Soutar
approached you, didn't he?

When?

He offered to help you escape
from what was happening.

The men, the hotels, Helen Wray.

Yeah. He offered you money.

Said he would save you, just
like he'd saved the other girls.

Money, flat in another
city, help with education.

But you didn't
believe him, did you?

No.

What did you believe?

He was killing them.

That he'd killed Gemma.

The staff went mental,
running around trying to find her.

I never said anything

because I knew she'd
probably be uptown in a hotel.

We always used to
come back safe in taxis.

But this time she didn't.

And then this man
stopped me near my school.

- James Soutar?
- Mm-hmm.

He said he knew
all about Helen Wray

and the hotels and so on,

that he wanted to help me.

Soon as he said that,

I knew right then what
had happened to Gemma.

So I said okay.

I said I would meet him at
the bus station late one night.

And?

I met him.

With a rounders bat from school.

Only, months later,
when the money came...

I started to have doubts.

I thought, "Why did he
give me that money? Why?"

Then, years later, I saw her.

- Who?
- Gemma.

I was in Aberdeen.

There she was, in a
hotel in the city center.

She looks straight at me.

I had to leave.

She was alive. And he wasn't.

I did whatever I could to atone.

I did whatever I could to try
and be a decent human being.

Even though it would
never be enough.

And now you're here.

And I'm glad.

STANDING: Cathy, you're
gonna need your things.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna give her the number

of the best defense
lawyer in Scotland.

- STANDING: Steve?
- McANDREW: What?

STANDING: Can we go home now?

McANDREW: No. No. We've
got one more thing to do.

This is intimidation.

No. Intimidation is a six-foot
Scotsman with a shotgun.

You know, it never
occurred to me

that Roy Fraser would
have tipped you off.

Oh, give me a break.

But I should have twigged
when he was made DCC,

all DCs being complete bastards.

- Are you through?
- No, no. Not quite.

I have to tell you that
Roy Fraser has coughed

to having you fix
the investigation

into James Soutar's murder.

Then you get to keep your
pension, and get this sinecure.

What?

Oh, a post requiring
little or no work

but allowing the holder
status and financial benefit.

- Ah.
- Aye.

You know what's really funny

is that you have
absolutely no proof at all.

Otherwise there
would be someone,

like a real police officer,
coming to arrest me.

Waiting just outside the door.

You know why she left you?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Leave it!

Listen, he's going down.
You don't need to do this.

But I do!

I couldn't have put
that better myself.

He's had a very nasty
fall in there, boys.

You know what? Scotland's
beginning to grow on me.

What? You're actually
going to come back again?

Yeah, I could well do, actually.

If you could ever scrape
together 11 decent players

to give us a game.

McANDREW: [Laughs]

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