Jackson and the Women Case Histories

Our job was to collect the child from the location and deliver her.

I did not sign up to take a child from her mother.

You did the job.

I did the job.

We move on.

How much did I win?

61,500.

Excuse me?

Oh, thank you. Wouldn't want to leave that behind.

So, what can I do for you?

I need a favour. Two new identities, passports, the lot.

You owe me.

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

"And as the azure water laps at your feet,

"you'll truly believe you're in heaven."

We are still talking about North Berwick?

I should go for a run.

Now, I like the ones when you have your own cabana.

This way to your cabana, senora.

And a private plunge pool.

That would be for all the private plunging.

Hm. Now there's something you don't get in North Berwick.

You want to bet?

SHE GIGGLES

Let's just jump on a plane somewhere hot.

The money's coming through any day.

I'm not a kept woman, you know.

Anyway, it won't be a holiday if I don't have a job to come back to.

Ah, come on. There's a cabana somewhere with your name on it.

Meanwhile, there's an exhibit

stuck somewhere between Frankfurt and Glasgow.

Here, will you zip me up?

Think it's going to be another late night. Sorry.

-Well, you can make up for it now.

-SHE GIGGLES

I have to go.

Guess I'll swing by the office.

See why Deborah called five times yesterday.

Sure you still know where it is?

Just about.

-Mr Brodie?

-That's right.

I wasn't sure if you were open or not.

Apparently not.

Er...just give us a minute, will you?

Right. Wait right there.

-"Hello?"

-It's me.

-Hi.

What the bloody hell's going on?

You've decided to run your business into the ground

for the sake of a few shags and 60 grand.

-All right, you've made your point.

-My point is

I'm sick and tired of apologising for your midlife crises.

And I have a new job, which you'd know if you answered your phone.

Bye, Jackson.

Can't get the staff, eh?

Hm.

Er...look, now's probably not the best time.

I wanted to talk to you about my mum.

-Why don't you come back later?

-Her name was Isla Kelso.

-Right.

-The Christmas Shopping Killer.

It's not the best name in the world, but there you go.

I remember it.

My mum was his third victim,

except now it turns out that she wasn't.

-What do you mean?

-Philip McRory died last week.

Of lung cancer. I saw that.

He always said he was innocent, but before he died,

he confessed to the first two murders, Ailsa Dunn and Maura Lynch.

-Mm-hm.

-He took keepsakes. Told the police where he buried them.

A brooch of Maura's, and Ailsa's hairclip.

-They dug them up.

-But nothing of your mum's?

He still said it wasn't him.

They kept that out of the papers. What did they say, the police?

That he couldn't be trusted,

that we should take what he said with a pinch of salt.

But he was dying.

He'd already confessed to everything else, so, why lie now?

I don't know. He might have just wanted to...

To muck us around?

It happens a lot in cases like this.

-Look, er...

-Aidan.

-Aidan.

Look, I can see you're very determined.

I've brought clippings.

Everything my dad kept from when she went missing.

If you just...if you just have a look at them.

I just...need to know what happened to my mum.

LAUGHTER

Oh, that is lovely! Look at that.

SHE LAUGHS

Oh!

Mwah!

Well, I'd have to talk to your dad.

I'll give you our address.

Any time's good.

So...

thanks.

HE SIGHS

PHONE RINGS

TYRES SCREECH

SCREAMING

Jackson Brodie.

Mr Brodie.

Thank you for coming.

My daughter, Samira, was born in this country.

She went to an expensive private school here,

but then after her A-levels,

I sent her to Cairo to continue her studies.

It's been hard.

She grew up a British girl.

She had difficulty adjusting to the life there.

There were problems with her personal conduct.

When term ended, we expected she would come home.

She never arrived.

Then we received a message from Samira,

telling us that we shouldn't try to find her.

But you did.

I found out that she used her credit card here in Edinburgh,

so I stopped it, thinking it would bring her home.

But it's been weeks now.

We are worried.

From what my husband says,

you seem to take a different approach from his other...employees.

Samira is a good girl.

But...she acts without thinking.

-She needs to be treated carefully.

-Well, how old is Samira?

She's 19.

-She's an adult.

-She's still a child.

She should be with her family.

Not if she doesn't want to be.

Mr Brodie, are you saying you refuse to help us?

If you could just find her and talk to her.

-Everything you need should be in there.

-All right.

She must be scared.

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

(Mr Brodie?)

Mrs Minyawi?

I have spoken to my daughter.

She wouldn't say where she was living,

but she found a job working in a bar

and there was a boy she talked about.

So, she's OK?

No. I...

RATTLING

She said not to worry, that she was happy,

but she wasn't, Mr Brodie, she was scared.

-Right.

-She never told me the name of the bar, where it was, anything.

Who's Abi?

Abigail Montgomery.

She was Samira's only friend.

I just want my daughter safe at home, Mr Brodie.

I know. I'll do my best.

PHONE RINGS OUT

-"Hello?"

-Is that Abigail?

-"Yes."

-My name's Jackson Brodie. I'm a private detective.

I'm working for the Minyawi family, looking for Samira.

You haven't seen her since you got back to Edinburgh, have you?

"No, I haven't seen her. Sorry, I can't help you."

No, no, that's all right.

I've got a couple of other leads, I'm sure I'll find her.

-"I'm sorry, I've got to go."

-Thanks for your help.

SIRENS WAIL

LOW CHATTER

FAINT MUSIC

Sami?

See you later.

Hi.

Bottle of lager, please. Something...normal.

That's 3.80, please.

You're joking?

-It's quiet in here.

-It'll get louder.

Rhys. How's it going?

All's well, pal, all's well.

Right, I'll be out the back, sweetheart.

Are you going to be gone long?

-Why, will you miss me?

-Yeah.

Shall I come and get you if it gets busy?

No. You'll be fine. You'll cope.

Don't do anything I wouldn't do. Come on.

-Keep it, don't worry.

-Thanks.

It's good to come and go as you please.

Yeah, all right for some.

-Get us a couple of beers back here.

-Sure.

INDISTINCT SHOUTING

You OK, Samira? Is he always like that?

Oi, you lot! Get back to work!

Have you been smoking again?! I told you!

It's just one.

Who's minding the bar while you're out doing that?!

Eh? Eh?!

-There's no-one there!

-I'm sorry.

What is wrong with you?

Rhys!

INDISTINCT SHOUTING

HORN SOUNDS

SHE SOBS

Samira, isn't it?

My dad sent you.

Your mum, actually.

I'm not going home.

It's up to you.

Look, your mum just wanted me to find you,

make sure you're all right.

But she wants you to know that nobody's going to make you do

anything you don't want to do.

-Guess you don't know my dad.

-I do, actually.

That's why I didn't tell him where you are.

Has he done that before?

We had a row. I gave as good as I got.

Well, he's not walking around with a black eye and a split lip, is he?

What can I say? We've got a passionate relationship.

Samira, let me take you home. Have a chat with your mum.

If you don't want to stay there, you don't like it,

you call me and I will come and get you

and drive you anywhere you want to go.

What are you? Some kind of Good Samaritan taxi service?

Just someone who wouldn't want his daughter

mixed up with a...git like that.

You know, Rhys cares about me.

He was there for me when I needed him.

He got me a job, a place to stay.

And then smacked you in the face.

My dad wants to control everything.

Who I see and where I go and...

You know, I was only allowed to go to uni if I went to Cairo.

Have you been there lately?

No, not lately(!)

-It's not much fun.

-I'm sure.

He said he was sorry.

And I'm sure he is.

He'll be sorry every time.

Just come home and give it a try.

That's all I'm asking.

Go and see your mum.

Hey.

Hey. Sorry.

That's OK.

Where have you been?

Er...missing person.

And did you find her?

How did you know it was a girl?

Well, it usually is.

Yeah. I found her.

You OK?

HE SIGHS

Some jobs...

..they just don't feel right.

-Did she not want to be found?

-Not really.

Anyway, at least she's safe now.

You...

..Jackson Brodie...

are a good man. Do you know that?

Hm! I'm not so sure.

Well, you are.

There's not many out there like you, I can tell you that.

A one-off, eh? That's me.

I just got lucky.

Come here.

Mr Brodie, no offence,

but, er...I don't see what you can do that the police can't.

Maybe nothing.

Well, at least you're honest.

The point is, Dad, the police aren't doing anything.

Look, I'm here because Aidan asked me.

I'm very happy to walk away,

or I'll stay and do what I can do.

It's up to you.

Go ahead.

Let's talk about the night your wife went missing.

You were...at home, right?

Yep. It was Christmas Eve, so I'd knocked off early.

I was giving Aidan his bath.

And, er...Isla was wrapping presents.

We'd given him his first bike and she didn't have enough paper,

so she said she'd nip round to the newsagents.

I put Aidan to bed.

But she still wasn't back.

I thought at first

that maybe the newsagents had shut early

and she'd had to go into town.

And then I started ringing round her friends

in case she'd bumped into somebody.

In the end, I called the police.

'Daddy? Daddy, what's the matter?'

They found her body the day after Boxing Day.

She was strangled and dumped in the river.

It would be helpful to get a picture of her.

Her lifestyle, her routine,

where she went, who she spent time with.

She just stayed at home, mainly with Aidan.

They went to the supermarket and the park, but that was about it.

GIGGLING

LAUGHTER

-Oh!

-Mummy! Mummy!

Mwah!

She said she loved it when it was just the two of them together.

Mr Brodie?

I thought these might help. Some photos and stuff.

Great. Thanks.

My dad, he, um...he doesn't find it easy, talking about her.

But he kept her things. I don't know if they'll be of any use.

The ruby one was an engagement ring. It was my gran's.

That and the wedding band.

I sort of wonder if I'd be less crap talking to girls

if I'd had my mum around.

We're all crap at talking to girls.

-Best thing's to say nothing.

-Yeah?

Gives them less ammunition.

See ya.

Could you just tell me where she's working so I can pop in?

Did she? Well, I'm a lot more appealing in person, I promise.

Thanks very much.

Yeah, I will. Cheers.

SIRENS WAIL

Freeze!

INDISTINCT SHOUTING

Cut! Cut!

Reset!

(Julia, that was lovely. Thank you very much.)

OK.

Julia!

Jackson Brodie...as I live and breathe.

So, what did you think of my new role?

Did you see much of the filming?

Er...no. What are you doing?

That's the best part. I play a detective.

Not the lead, of course. That's some brooding, maverick bloke

with a dysfunctional private life.

No, I'm his straight-talking, by-the-book partner

who's secretly in love with him and has a diabetic father.

He was going to have Alzheimer's, but everyone's done Alzheimer's.

I'll have a lemon drizzle, please, Mikey.

So, it wasn't a problem that you're, er...

I was a teensy bit dishonest at the first audition,

but it's fine, they wrote it in.

I'm only in three episodes. This is the last one.

Then I get targeted by the serial killer

and have to go into witness protection.

Thank you. I'm not usually a fan of lemon drizzle,

but I've got an urge.

Baby must be trying to get me to eat more fruit.

I'm seven months gone.

So...it's not ours?

Seven months? Hold on a second. We only broke up...

You remember why we broke up?

You were never there.

-I was there sometimes.

-And I slept with someone else.

After you, there was a brief relationship with another chap.

And it should have been a belt and braces sort of scenario,

but it turned out neither of us happened to have a belt.

At it like rabbits, were you?

Yeah.

This bloke, he, er...he knows?

Mm. Of course.

But he's not going to be involved.

We agreed to keep it simple.

Right. You OK?

Marvellous! People make such a song and dance about pregnancy,

but it's the most gloriously natural process.

And I'm really interested in newborn development.

You know, there's fascinating stuff about imprinting,

how the first connection you make has to be a really strong one.

The first physical contact, the first face they see.

Otherwise, you end up with ducklings

-following pigs around, that sort of thing.

-Wouldn't want that.

Gosh, it's so lucky your turning up like this

because I'm desperate to spend time

with a real-life detective, do some research.

If this goes to a second series,

I think they're going to bring my character back.

Er...I don't...

I'm not sure that it's going to work out. I'm going away.

Oh, no, I didn't mean you.

I was thinking you could put me in touch

with that really dynamic woman in CID. DI Munroe, wasn't it?

No, I...I can't see her going for it.

Oh, I'm sure you could persuade her.

You can talk a girl into almost anything.

I said you'd say no, which you can, whatever you want.

She made me come down and ask you in person. The thing is...

I'm looking at the thing now.

Yeah. So, what do you say?

Show her an interview room, wave a pair of handcuffs at her?

-Oh, all right.

-Thanks.

But if she gives birth on the premises, then I will not be happy.

She's not due for another couple of months.

-You sure about that?

-Yeah, yeah.

-Julia, you remember Louise. Louise...

-Of course!

..I'm sure you remember Julia.

Thank you so much for this. This place, fascinating!

I've noticed a lot of the women are wearing beige.

-Oh.

-What's that all about?

-Er...I'll leave you girls alone.

-Thanks.

-Wow! Such an atmosphere of paperwork.

-Aye.

-What are you doing here?

-What are you doing here?

I'm working. Remember the concept?

All right, I've been a bit crap for a few weeks.

Yeah. Yeah, you have.

Things will be back to normal now. Come on.

Oh, right. You phoning it in because you despise what we do

and me nagging you about money like a broken record.

-It's not always like that.

-No, it didn't used to be.

You actually used to care.

I foolishly thought we were doing something that made a difference.

-But, hey, things change.

-We were. We are. We will be again.

-I need you. Come on.

-Well, it's too late.

I've moved on to somewhere with real prospects.

Prospects? They haven't even given you a chair.

Apogee Advertising. Devil's in the detail.

Seriously? Receptionist? You'll go mental.

Putting you through.

On the contrary. I've never felt more stimulated.

You look like a dental assistant.

It's a Japanese airport.

Get lost, Jackson!

'It would be helpful to get a picture of her.

'Her lifestyle, where she went, who her friends were.'

'She just stayed at home, mainly with Aidan.

'That was about it.'

PHONE RINGS OUT

-"Hello, Ed Services?"

-Lothian Adult Education Services?

-"Yes."

-How long do your records go back?

Excuse the mess.

I keep meaning to get around to it.

After dealing with psychotic little shits all day,

I'm never really in the mood. Have a seat.

Thanks.

So, you teach full time, then?

Afraid so. You know how it is.

Those who can, do, those who tried

and found out they couldn't afford to feed themselves, teach.

Well, none of us end up where we planned, do we?

So...you said this was about Isla Kelso.

Yeah. I'm looking into her death on behalf of the family.

I saw in the paper that they'd re-opened the case.

-That was a hell of a thing.

-Hm.

I came across her old art school student card in her belongings.

Called them up and it turned out you were her teacher back in the day.

Well, hardly. No, Isla didn't need teaching. She was the real deal.

Some of her work was just incredible.

Oh. So...she was serious about it, it wasn't a hobby?

Oh, no, no. She could have done it, you know.

But she'd married young, she'd had a kid.

Classic frustrated housewife.

-I guess painting would have been an escape.

-Exactly.

There was this whole sequence of paintings that she did.

It was after she'd been in a car crash.

Oh! It was really powerful stuff.

Really visceral.

Full of anger and guilt. It completely blew me away.

What car crash?

It was a few months before she was killed.

I was running the gallery at that time.

You see, that was the game plan.

Artist, gallery owner, all-round '90s entrepreneur.

So, um...

..the night Isla died, you'd have been where?

Well, I was at a Christmas party at a friend's studio.

-All night?

-No. I went home with a girl.

You remember her name?

Mandy. Mandy Styles.

She was an installation artist.

She used to roll around naked in paint.

HE CHUCKLES

Those were the days, eh?

Not for all of us.

HE CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY

Mr Brodie?

-Aidan.

-Have you found something?

Er...no.

Er...I just want to ask you something about your mum.

She had a crash a couple of months before she died.

-I didn't know she'd had one.

-Shall we ask your dad?

Yeah. He's just on the phone about tomorrow's job. He'll be done in a minute.

Dad?

How long have you been working together?

Oh, a couple of months.

Want to save some cash for uni next year.

-I'm going to Dundee to do computer science.

-Great city, Dundee.

So is Dusseldorf.

Dad?

He was offered an internship with a software company.

Yeah, an unpaid internship in the middle of bloody Germany.

Instead he's hanging about here, lugging carpets around.

It's not too late to call him back, Gunter... whatever his name is.

I'm not calling him back.

Mr Brodie was asking about a car accident.

-What accident?

-The crash that Isla had.

A couple of months before she was killed.

Oh, that! That was just a prang. It was nothing major.

No-one got hurt?

No, no, nothing like that.

Like I say, it was just a prang.

Must've got my wires crossed.

Come on, we'd better go.

KNOCK AT DOOR

-Julia!

-Jackson.

-Come in.

-Thanks.

Nice to see you.

Oh, don't worry, I'm not staying.

And I'll make myself scarce if your significant other appears.

It's all right.

-Does she have a name?

-Charlotte.

Charlie for short, or is she a Lotta?

She's a Charlotte.

Anyway, I just wanted to thank you

for putting me in touch with DI Munroe.

-Really?

-Yes. She was very helpful.

Possibly spent longer in a cell than was absolutely necessary.

-Locked in?

-Yes.

-I'm sorry.

But that kind of experience is really great

for getting you in the right frame of mind.

Could I possibly have a glass of water?

Yeah, yeah, of course, I'm sorry.

Sit down.

Of course, I'll only have to pee again.

You'd think with all this urinating,

it would cancel out the water retention.

But my fingers are still like sausages at the end of the day.

-Are you sure you should be working?

-Thanks.

I mean, it's not like you're sitting behind a desk.

Jackson, this is the biggest break I've had in years.

I'm not about to let a one-night stand derail my career.

Not when I'm finally about to have one.

A one-night stand?

Well, no, I mean...

I didn't mean literally one night.

Goodness! Off duty, Detective Brodie.

Big for seven months, isn't it?

Honestly, do you have any idea how offensive it is

-when men make those comments?

-I was just asking.

I've had every bus and cab driver in London

-volunteering opinions on the size of my bump.

-Sorry.

For your information, I'm measuring large for dates,

whatever that means.

So they say I might need an extra scan.

KNOCK AT DOOR

-Louise.

-Er...two things.

OK.

If you ever bring that woman to the station again,

-I will not be held accountable for my actions.

-Fair enough.

Hello, DI Munroe.

Oh, It's Julia...again!

-And...? You said there were two things.

-Ah, yes.

I have also been asked to inform you

that they've signed off the Mackie case,

so all the frozen funds have been released,

and apologies from the Lothian Police Force

for any inconvenience they may have caused.

Looks like we're rich.

Nice. Hi...again.

Hello, again.

Hi! You must be Charlotte.

I'm Julia, Jackson's ex.

Well...

Gosh, it's all getting rather Private Lives!

Shall I put the kettle on and we'll all have some tea?

Oh, sure.

Hey.

Er...right.

You can't smoke near a pregnant woman.

Right.

Want to come in for a nice cup of tea?

Ha-ha-ha. No, thank you.

(Good luck with all that.)

BIRDSONG

BELLS TOLL

PHONE RINGS OUT

-"Hello."

-Kenny. Jackson Brodie. I need a favour.

Can you get me an accident report from 1998?

Aidan's gone to get fish and chips.

-I didn't feel much like cooking.

-Good.

I wanted to talk to you first.

Yeah?

Ian, if I'm to do my job properly,

you've got to start being straight with me.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means I get it.

I know that all of Aidan's memories of his mum come from you

and you want them all to be good.

But you can't keep editing things out of the picture.

-Like what?

-Like all of the art stuff.

Like the prang that wasn't a prang. It was a crash.

With Aidan in the front seat and no seatbelt.

It was an accident. He was fine.

It was an accident that happened because she was over the limit.

She'd been out the night before, she'd had a few drinks.

What, so she was still drunk the morning after? Come on, Ian.

What do you want me to say?

OK, Isla had her problems, we had our problems.

OK? What couple doesn't?

Big enough problems to make her want to leave?

I saw the rings.

Aidan gave them to me.

At first I thought they might have come back from the morgue, but...

when a body's been in the water that long,

they have to cut them off. And they weren't cut.

She wasn't wearing them.

Well, she was in every picture I saw.

In the kitchen, on the beach, swimming, everywhere. She never took them off.

In my experience, if a woman takes her rings off

and walks out into the night... she's not coming back.

Right?

Ian?

-Why didn't you tell the police?

-I didn't know.

Not at first.

I didn't find the rings until the next day.

She'd left them in front of the clock.

It might have affected the investigation.

As soon as the police found her body, they knew who'd done it.

So, why tell everyone she was walking out on me

and her three-year-old son when it happened?

Why does anyone need to know that? Least of all Aidan.

Because they might have got it wrong.

It might have made a difference.

Do you think I don't realise that?

You think I don't know that her killer

might be out there somewhere now because of me?!

Because I didn't want everyone to think my son's mother was a...

selfish slapper?!

Oh! Aidan, I'm, I'm sorry.

What did you do?

I blamed that bloody art class.

Her smarmy ponce of a teacher putting ideas into her head.

But it wasn't about that.

It was about her.

The truth is...we just weren't enough for her.

And the more she tried to pretend, the unhappier she got.

But she wasn't the only one who wanted more out of life.

I had plans, too.

I had a mate set up in the States,

fitting out big penthouses,

big corporate accounts, that kind of thing.

And I wanted us to go out there and make a fresh start.

She didn't want to go?

No.

She said it would be the same shit in a different place.

And that's when she started drinking,

staying out all hours at these openings and exhibitions,

saying she was finally getting to meet other artists,

as if that made it all right.

But it doesn't mean she didn't love you.

No, you, you were the only good thing to come out of all this.

She nearly killed me.

Ach, she was beside herself after the accident.

She knew things couldn't carry on the way they were.

So she was leaving to get away from me.

No, no, I'm not saying that.

No, you're saying you've done nothing but lie to me

for the past 15 years, that everything I thought I knew

about my mum is total bollocks.

Well, thanks for that, Dad. Thanks a lot.

67, take 4. Action!

And cut!

Oh, thank you so much.

Get off! I told you he's an old friend.

I shouldn't need an appointment, it's completely unnecessary.

This one's declined, mate. Have you got another?

Huh, I've got cash.

-That's weird. Ta.

-Thank you.

MUSIC: "Blue" by Lucinda Williams

"This is a courtesy call for Mr Jackson Brodie

"'from the Central Allied Bank.

"'My name's Patricia Lee of the personal banking team."

Bonsoir, Patricia.

"We're aware that a sizeable deposit was made into your account today

"and if you would like to call us at your earliest convenience

"we'd be delighted to discuss investment options."

I bet you would.

"Please call 0131 332 4962.

"We look forward to hearing from you."

Now, why can't I buy a packet of fags?

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

He kept calling her,

telling her he loved her, that he wanted her back.

I begged her not to listen to him.

When did she go?

Last night. My husband betrayed me, Mr Brodie.

He told Samira she was to fly to Cairo at the weekend,

that she would be living with his brother,

that her every move would be supervised from now on.

They were screaming at each other.

She told him that she was going to be with a man who loved her,

-and she ran.

-Shit.

This boy, Rhys, does he love her at all?

Will he take care of her?

No, I don't think so. He's a...

He's not a good person.

You have to go and get her.

I can't just grab her.

We have to do something.

What's important is she understands that she has options,

that she can walk away.

I should have stood up to my husband

when he first wanted to send her back.

I should have fought, I should have walked away.

Please go to her.

Tell her I just want her to be safe.

Tell her to be strong, tell her...

Tell her I'm sorry.

Hey...

I'll see what I can do.

He'll want to know where I was. We didn't meet, OK?

Sure.

PHONE RINGS

Hey.

Well, if it's any consolation, you're not the first.

Great.

Charlotte, or Carina as she's also known, is quite the multi-tasker.

When she wasn't with you, she was fleecing some banker in Glasgow

out of nearly 200 grand. I'm so sorry.

She's a pro, so she knows how to cover her tracks,

but I can give you her file if you want.

No, you're all right. Forget it.

What, you not going to try and find her?

Serves me right, doesn't it?

Sorry.

Thanks.

You keep saying it's this other bloke's.

Because it is.

Well, maybe, but then you say you're big for dates or whatever.

-So?

-So maybe you're not, maybe you got it wrong.

This is ridiculous.

Julia, we need to get you ready.

Sorry, Ollie, just give us a minute?

I don't think it is.

This is exactly why I didn't tell you.

Tell me what? Tell me it could be my baby?

No, why I didn't tell you I was pregnant,

because I knew you'd leap to all the wrong conclusions

and insist on sweeping in and doing the decent thing.

Even though it's not your problem.

-Let's take a test.

-What?

Let's take a paternity test and find out, once and for all.

Right, so I should stick a needle into my unborn baby,

quite possibly risk aborting it, just to satisfy your ego?

That's not what this is.

You know, I am so glad you are not the father because the thought

of raising a child with you is becoming more hideous by the second.

Julia, look, I have a right to know...

No, you don't.

Ready now, darling.

This is my baby and my body

and it has absolutely nothing to do with you.

So why don't you go and find something else to obsess about?

I need to get back to work.

PHONE RINGS

Hello? Hey, hi.

No, that's fine, I can come and collect the rest at the weekend.

Well, no, I've got my keys, so don't...

No, Patrick, I'm not saying that

because I don't want you to be there.

Look, I've got to go.

Do you think this is where he's meeting his new supplier?

Well, if he isn't, this is another day down the pan.

Yeah, but if he is and we can start to piece together a whole network...

Oh, I know, it'll be just like The Wire(!)

What the hell is he doing here?

Is Samira about? Back there? Ta.

Hi.

What are you doing here? I'm not going back.

Ah, I wouldn't try to take you.

Just come to see if you're all right.

What's your problem? You can't be here.

What's the matter? You can't talk to friends?

You're not my friend and I don't want to talk to you.

-Yeah, but Rhys wouldn't like it if you did, would he?

-So what, just go.

So, doesn't that remind you of someone else?

At least he cares enough to be jealous.

Look at yourself, having to hide away.

I'm not stupid.

I know you're not.

Look, your mum wanted you to know she was sorry how it went.

Is she all right?

No, not really. She's worried about you, she loves you.

I just wanted you to know that when you've had enough, you call me

and I'll help you, all right?

All right. Just go, yeah?

Ah, who do we have here?

Who are all these people?

What the hell are you doing here? I'm handling this.

You're not going in there and starting a war, right?

-She doesn't...

-Of course not.

Mr Marshall is the sort of man who understands transactions.

I am treating this as a transaction.

You're not serious. You're not going to pay him.

She's your daughter. You can't buy and sell her.

I will pay him once.

My daughter will see him for the man he really is

and that will be the end of it.

And then what? You'll just ship her off somewhere?

She's my child, Mr Brodie.

I will decide what is best for her.

Just as you did for your friends when you needed my help.

Help which can easily be undone.

Do you understand?

So, do I put him in the surveillance log?

Well, leave it with me. I'll have a chat with him.

-Just find out what's going on.

-OK.

Good for you, Brian Steele.

First sign of madness, you know.

Hey.

I really don't want to fight anymore.

Me neither.

Can we just not talk about it? At least for a bit.

Come in. Here, I'll get you a chair.

-Thanks.

-Can I get you something?

-No.

-Cup of tea or a glass of water?

No, thanks.

Finished for the day?

Yes, two more days and I'll be back in London this time next week.

Actually, I've just been for my scan. Baby's healthy.

-Good.

-I even heard the heartbeat.

Came out and realised I had no-one to tell.

-Hey...

-Sorry.

-It's all right...

-Silly...

No, it's not.

There's no reason why you should be interested...

-I had some tissues round here somewhere.

-No, I'm fine, I'm fine.

Listen, you don't have to go through this alone.

Oh, Jackson, please...

I'm not starting up. I'm just saying that I'm here.

So what are you beavering away at?

The usual, you know, murder and mayhem.

How exciting.

Oh, I know him.

You know Fergus Banks?

Well, if that's his name. I saw him yesterday.

He was being thrown out of an office building, all very dramatic.

Oh, I don't think it was him, that's an old picture.

I'm positive. He was still wearing those ridiculous love beads.

I remember thinking it was all rather sad at his age.

And he had these horrible boots.

Which building, where was it?

By that big pointy thing.

The Scott Monument.

Yes.

East or West of there, North or South, up or down?

Oh Jackson, I'm not a satnav.

All right, show me on a map here.

There's Princes Street, there's the S... pointy building.

Right here.

Have I cracked the case?

Mr Brodie, isn't it?

That's me.

Brian Steele. MSP for West Edinburgh.

Thanks for seeing me at such short notice.

Not at all. I'm intrigued. Please, come in.

-Wow.

-It's quite a view, isn't it?

Please, take a seat.

So, how can I help you?

Er, I'm looking into the murder of Isla Kelso.

Seems like the police may have got the wrong man all those years ago.

Oh, right, yes, I remember reading about that.

So I'm talking to anyone who might have had contact with her

in the run-up to her death.

I knew that you moved in some of the same circles,

went to the same parties.

Well, if I did, that's news to me.

Oh, at Fergus Banks's gallery.

Fergus Banks? Well, there's a blast from the past.

I did go to a few of his parties, along with a hundred other people.

But I'm afraid I have no memory of ever meeting Isla Kelso.

Lots of attractive ladies though.

Fergus always had a way with women. Poor old Fergus.

Had such high hopes for that gallery. Terrible, isn't it?

We were good friends at university.

The truth is, I haven't thought about him in years.

Strange, he's thought about you.

He was thrown out this building yesterday, trying to see you.

What? Fergus was?

Mm-hm.

Well, I was in meetings, they should have interrupted me.

Why didn't they?

Very protective. I'm sorry, I'm a little confused here.

You said you were a private investigator.

Are you working with the police on this?

I'm working with Isla's son.

God, poor boy.

Can't imagine growing up with the trauma of something like that.

Listen, would you tell him to contact me?

If there is anything that I can do to help.

Here is my personal mobile.

He can get me on that at any time.

That's very kind of you.

Well, it's been a pleasure to meet you.

-Thank you.

-Good luck with the investigation.

Thanks.

I need to talk to you.

What were you doing at Rhys Marshall's bar this afternoon?

Sorry?

Well, you went in, came out again, had a little something

with some Middle Eastern guy and his bodyguard...

-Are you following me?

-No, not you.

Well I was just trying to help someone out.

Who's the man?

He's, er, some dickhead I shouldn't have got involved with. Drink?

No, thank you.

What's been going on with you? You've not been yourself.

I made a bad decision.

Ooh, just the one?

No, a whole series.

So, Rhys Marshall is part of that?

He is a consequence, yeah.

Look, if you're in some sort of trouble,

you know I can help you, don't you?

You're the last person I'd come to.

Oh, thank you.

I meant, you know...

after everything...

After everything?

After, the, you know, I think I've done enough...damage, don't you?

I thought I was the one that moved on too quickly.

Didn't give you a fighting chance.

I think we both know that was bollocks.

I got scared.

Ran away. I'm sorry.

I was frightened.

Everything I touch gets...

gets messed up and rather than face it,

I just thought I'd take a job to get away.

I didn't look at the full picture.

I see.

I am sorry.

It's all worked out though, hasn't it?

I mean, you've got your nice, big house, Dr Patrick on your arm.

Oh, we split up.

Did you?

Mm-hm.

Well, that was quick.

Aye, I know.

You all right?

Well, I'll survive.

Yeah, you will.

Well...

I've got, I've got to go.

Morning.

I need copies of my payslips for tax purposes.

Whatever you need. It's nice to see you.

And I took a call.

A woman called Mandy said she got your message about Fergus Banks.

Give her a call after six.

Who's Fergus Banks?

He is a teacher. Tragic. Might be a murderer.

That's what I'm trying to find out.

What are you doing?

Don't worry, I'll sort it.

I thought we had the same password for everything.

What kind of idiot would do that?

Look here, you're not even inside the entry box.

Cup of tea?

Uh!

I'm offering to make a cup of tea.

Oh. Have you got milk?

Clean mugs too.

By my standards or yours?

Just so you know, I'm not staying.

I know.

Right.

What now?

Do you want a cup of tea or something?

What's up? You seem quite jumpy.

Nothing, really, what can I do for you?

Well, I'm here because you didn't tell me the whole truth about Isla.

What are you talking about?

The night she died, she was walking out on her family.

Was she?

She was coming to be with you, wasn't she?

That... why do you say that?

Are you saying you weren't having an affair with her?

OK, right, we were seeing each other for a while but it was

all over long before, anyway, I told you I was with someone that night.

Yeah, the installation artist, Mandy Styles?

-That's right.

-I spoke to her.

She was quite evasive,

but I am sure the police will get to the bottom of it.

Police? Why will the police be interested?

Come on, Fergus.

A woman walks out on her husband and son to go and see her lover,

her ex-lover, who's now with someone else.

Who do you think's going to be the next suspect?

Well, they'd be wasting their time.

They'll talk to her, Mandy.

They'll take her through every second of that night.

I hope she's got a story that backs you up after all these years.

They'll talk to her and they'll talk to Brian Steele.

Brian Steele?

What does he have to do with this?

Nothing. That's what he'll say.

He said he had no idea you were at his office.

I know you're lying about something. I know Brian's lying.

But he's much better at it, he'll get away with it.

He'll walk away squeaky clean. He's like that, don't you think?

They'll believe him when he says he's never met Isla

and you'll be left all alone in the frame.

Is that what you want? Just you.

Never met her?

He's sure of it.

This was one of hers.

She was bloody good.

Everyone knew everyone.

It was the opening night of my gallery. Everyone was there.

I was the first to introduce Isla to Brian.

It was obvious that he really liked her.

What happened the night Isla died?

Brian called me at three in the morning.

Told me that there'd been an accident.

-Where?

-At the gallery.

He said that she'd gone there looking for me.

It was Christmas Eve.

I was at a friend's party, but Brian was at the gallery.

He said she was in a state.

I had some coke in the back office.

He said that she was drunk, that he'd tried to comfort her

but she'd fallen asleep and choked.

He rang me like I told you, saying it was urgent.

He said that he was worried about me, that, you know,

she'd died on my premises, my drugs in her.

It made sense at the time.

-We have to call the police!

-I know that!

We've just got to think, just think for a minute.

And then what? When it didn't make sense?

What did you think then?

Brian had unusual tastes.

What does that mean?

He was into some pretty violent stuff. With women.

You think that that's what happened to her?

Yeah. And I didn't want to believe that.

I wanted to keep my gallery.

I lost my gallery anyway.

I just didn't have the heart for it after that.

She deserved better.

Yes, she did.

PHONE RINGS

-Hello.

-You know the MSP Brian Steele? The people's champion?

Yes, I know who Brian Steele is.

You might want to arrest him for the murder of Isla Kelso.

Do you have any evidence for that, Jackson?

Well, here's a full confession by the man who helped him

bury the body, Fergus Banks.

How's that for starters?

Is there anything else I can do for you?

No, you're all right.

Well, yeah, um...

Do you want to go for dinner?

What?

Dinner, as in a sort of restaurant, sort of dinner thing?

As in a date.

In a restaurant.

A date?

Tomorrow?

Yeah.

-All right.

-OK.

OK.

Bye.

Bye.

Jackson Brodie.

Hold on, calm down, where are you?

All right, I'll be right there.

I think he's killed her.

-Called an ambulance? Who did this? Rhys?

-Yes.

She's alive. Get us a rag, a clean rag.

Right, what happened?

Come on, what happened?

I came back and she was lying there.

It's my fault.

What did you do?

He paid him. My dad paid him to send me home.

They bought and sold me like I was nothing, like I was an animal.

Rhys laughed when he told me. I was so angry...

Samira, what did you do?

I stole his gear.

Oh, Jesus. And he came here, did he, looking for it?

I wasn't here.

Abi had done nothing, it was me he was angry with.

Abi hadn't done anything.

Samira! Wait!

You shit!

I guess you're over me then. That was quick.

You think you're something special? You're nothing.

You are a bug.

Where's my gear? Where is my gear?

You want one of these? To the face, is that what you want?

Just leave it.

No!

Samira, no!

All right, you can go. I'll take care of this.

How's Abi doing?

She'll be OK.

What about you?

I didn't know I could feel like that.

That I could have killed him.

Well, you didn't, so don't worry about it.

Got the rest of your life to lead now, haven't you?

Ooh, nice dress. Going somewhere special?

Yeah.

Thanks.

I was thinking of maybe giving that bloke a call, about the internship.

-Yeah?

-What do you reckon?

Well, I think that would be great.

You would come and visit, though, won't you?

Of course.

Well, here we are. Bit weird, no?

Can't get used to seeing you dressed like that,

you look almost respectable.

Apart from your face, that's the same.

God, that's good.

Are you going to be speaking at all during the evening?

Because I'm going to have to stop occasionally to, you know, chew...

Sorry...

I'm a bit lost for words.

Is it because I'm dressed like an actual woman?

You see, I'm surprised it's that effective.

You have that effect on me whatever you're wearing.

You always have had.

From the first time I saw you.

Every time I look at you.

I just want to kiss you.

Wow.

OK.

And we haven't even ordered yet.

But I can't do this.

Oh, Jesus, Jackson, look, OK, just don't panic, OK?

We're just having dinner, you know, we're not naming our children.

Everything's going to be OK.

It's not.

It's never going to work.

You, what you do,

things happen around me that you can't be a part of.

What's happened? What's happened to you?

Something has happened.

Something's happened since yesterday, I can see it.

No.

Or what, did you just bring me here to humiliate me, is that it?

Of course not. I wouldn't do that.

What's changed?

I just, I realised...

I realised that...

..I'm never going to love you.

Even though when you look at me, you want to kiss me?

Yeah.

PHONE RINGS

Menus, sir?

Oh, I'm not... Thanks.

PHONE RINGS

Yes, Julia, what?

What, now?

Can't you get some...?

OK, OK, OK, calm down.

Sort of....

Where are you?

This is not supposed to be happening. I've wrapped.

I'm supposed to be on a train to London.

Why didn't you go to the hospital earlier?

I was fine. The midwife said to wait

until there was at least seven or eight minutes in between contra...

Is that another one now?

You see, that's a minute and a half. That's not good.

How did you let things get so far? All right, I'm sorry.

Can you get in?

All right, all right. Change of plan. Come on.

Watch your back, watch your back.

OK. Here we go, here we go. Come on...

I should be in London. In a birthing pool with candles.

-I've got a playlist!

-Come on...

Jackson Brodie. B-R-O-D-I-E.

I-E, yeah.

Pregnant woman, giving birth.

SHE SCREAMS

Yeah, that's, er, that's what I'm saying, there's no gaps any more.

Yes, all right, hold on. Address and postcode?

I don't know. They just send a driver.

She doesn't know this. She doesn't know.

I got here by landmarks. She talked me through.

Murrayfield, you've got the zoo on the left,

-and then you take the second...

-Here.

-At the second set of lights you take a left.

-Here!

And there's an old building...

HERE!

Oh, I've got it, got it.

136 Rose Cottages, EH11 9CT.

Nine Charlie Tango.

It's coming, it's coming!

No, you'll be all right, you've got a few minutes,

-they're on their way.

-Feel that, there!

What's that? Bloody hell, is that the head?

Oh, shit, all right, all right, listen.

Come and sit here, you're going to be fine.

It's going to be all right. Now stay still.

OK. It's going to be all right. Let's, er...

Jackson!

Oh, Jesus. It's all right.

OK. Listen, I'm going to get some towels and..

NO! No.

Oh, OK, OK, good, good, gather yourself.

You're going to have to push.

OK, take a breath, get yourself ready.

Come on then, here we go, let's do it, come on.

Come on, take a breath and push, come on then.

Go on!

Good, good, good. Breathe!

Julia, breathe. OK?

All right, all right, I'm coming but don't forget to breathe, breathe.

YOU BLOODY BREATHE!

SHE SCREAMS

Come on, here we go, here we go, push it out, come on!

BABY CRIES

It's, it's, it's a boy.

It's a beautiful little boy.

Hello, you.

Yours was the first face he saw.

If your husband's staying the night, I can get a camp bed for you,

-if you'd like?

-Oh, he's not my husband.

Well, if Daddy stays....

He's not. He's not staying.

He's just a lovely friend who helped me with the baby.

Well, then I am so sorry, but visiting hours are actually over.

Shhhh, shhhh.

Here you go.

Well, I'll see you.

# Cut my heart wide open

# And I spilled all my blood

# Spent my money in my youth

# And I jumped into the well

# And I made my own hell

# I was looking for three chords and the truth

# I found the door to my freedom

# In a house filled with flames

# Found the key to my restless blues

# I lost my innocence and verve

# I found my courage and my nerve

# I was looking for three chords and the truth

# I couldn't buy a laugh

# I couldn't pay my bills

# But I was willing to pay my dues

# I learned my limitations

# My lessons in frustrations

# But I was looking for three chords and the truth... #

PHONE RINGS

# I made the sacrifices

# And I played the games

# And I believed every lie without you... #

Jackson Brodie, how can I help you?

# I sang my songs

# I strummed my strings

# Lost and found everything

# But I was looking for three chords and the truth

# I looked from every angle

# Every mountain and every valley

# Every city... #

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