Glasgow UCOS New Tricks

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-Oh!

-I thought you were the golfer?

-So did I.

-Go on, then.

-OK.

-A really difficult green to read.

I know. Don't you worry.

-Here we go.

-Morning.

-Oh, morning, sir.

-What are you two doing?

Final hole at 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.

-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.

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 going to 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 nine.

-Tomorrow?

-Nine?

-That's a seven-hour drive, sir.

-Yeah, well, don't be late.

Well, we're not taking my car.

You're 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.

-You got your passport?

-Ha ha ha(!)

Have you actually ever been to Scotland?

Once. 1973. England 5, Scotland 0.

-Can't remember the rest.

-Why not?

-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.

Do you, now?

Home sweet home.

-I can't be arsed with that drive any more.

-Blimey!

This is smashing, isn't it?

Yeah. Come and have a drink.

-Malt?

-Anything large.

This is fantastic, isn't it?

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

Yeah, tell me about it.

-Ah, the lovely Charley.

-Yeah.

-Am I going to get to meet her?

If you behave yourself.

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

-Cheers. But you live together, yeah?

-No, she does her own thing.

I go to her place, she comes to mine. It's cool.

Excellent.

-Cor, that's nice.

-Mmm.

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.

Charley's been in and made the bed and everything.

Smashing.

Oh, hey, have a look at this.

-If you fancy a change of mood.

-Good God!

Listen, I didn't have that put in, it was here when I bought the place.

-Are you sure?

-Yeah, yeah, promise.

OK, Gerry, sleep well. I'll wake you up at seven in the morning, OK?

-Cheers, mate.

-Night-night.

-Oh.

-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.

-All right, all right.

-Let's boogie!

Boogie? My legs have gone.

-Hi. DCI Fiona MacDougall.

-Steve McAndrew.

-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 it a PowerPoint presentation

or do you prefer just to extemporise?

You, em...

..you rationalise the nature of the crime, you and

your colleagues - it's a team.

And utilising the technology available to us.

And...you must...you can't anymore ignore the technology.

You know, DNA profiling, you've now

-got the forces linked by HOLMES 2...

-Celtic 3.

Actually...

..you can have all the forensic

techno-gizmo-trickery in the world, but if you're just some clever,

smart-arse 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.

And I'll tell you something else...

Cheers. Thanks a lot.

-Thank you.

-Thanks.

Thank you.

That was just what I wanted to hear and what a lot of them needed to.

I'm impressed.

Me too. I didn't think he could even spell extemporise.

Listen, this is really embarrassing but 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.

Until when?

Next week. Wednesday. I know. I can only apologise.

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

Yes. I realise that.

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 re-examine all

serious crime investigations led by CID officers who were later

found or believed to have been corrupt.

It's very delicate.

This is good.

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.

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'll have to do better than that.

OK.

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?

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.

The money, what happened to it? Did he leave a will?

£3,000,000.

Which mostly went to various children's charities.

You said mostly.

He also left fifteen 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 mean time, 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.

-Where are you actually taking us?

-Where do you think?

No, no, no! Listen, I told you this was all dodgy.

Now, all you can see is McNair. 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 UCOS

got in the early days.

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

But then they realised 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 going to be forced to stay in this

place for another seven bleeding days, I'm not going to waste my time

watching you make a prat of yourself.

We do this by the book.

What you laughing at?

You sound just like Sandra.

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 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.

It was a Glaswegian bookie. He gave a lot of money to charity.

Excellent. That is good of him.

The officer in charge was a DI called Frank McNair.

Do you remember him discussing the case with you?

Bookmaker?

Have I won something?

No. No you haven't, I'm afraid.

No, no, I don't think I could have done.

I don't bet.

Right, well, thanks for your time, Mr Ogilvy, you've been most helpful.

Deep-fried pizza?

I don't think so.

-Thank you.

-Fabulous.

Anna? Make sure these flowers don't

get in the way of the bride and groom.

Guests need to see them. Yeah?

Catherine Morton? Catherine Sinclair as was?

Not for a long time.

I'm Steve McAndrew - this is Gerry Standing.

We're re-investigating the murder of James Soutar.

Are you all right?

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

-Soutar?

-Yes.

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?

It was a long process. I started working on the markets,

then I ran a couple of restaurants for guys.

I 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, 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 PI.

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.

-OK. Thanks.

-Thanks very much.

-OK.

-What do you think?

-Well, she seemed straight to me.

But why'd he leave her that money?

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

Maybe he wanted to find someone and 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.

She had a fifteen grand start on him.

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

OK, who's next?

McNair.

Yeah, all right.

-So McNair is secretary of this golf club, eh?

-Yup.

Cushy little number.

-Hi, Gerry Standing.

-McNair, Frank.

-And Steve McAndrew you know.

-Yeah, we're working for Glasgow CID.

-Helping set-up an Unsolved Crime unit.

-Uh-huh.

The result of that is we're re-investigating

the death of James Soutar back in 1993.

You mean murder.

And as you led the murder team, do you mind

-if we ask 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've 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 who dwells on things that happened in the past.

I thought sexual because of where he died.

It 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 are you looking into this now? Seems odd.

We've heard rumours that Soutar had special clients. High rollers.

Important people who...

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...?

-Thank you.

Thank you. We'll be in touch.

I could bloody kill him.

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.

-Hear, hear. Good boy. You rock on.

-Look, I'll drop you in town.

Terrific.

-Will you be all right on your own?

-Course I will.

-So what about London? Any joy?

-No. Nothing.

I tried different organisations and places, but...

I think she will have changed her name, kept on the move, you know?

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

When I think about her now I have absolutely no feelings.

Steve, I know.

I understand.

He's your son.

PHONE VIBRATES

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.

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.

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

-I must bore you to death.

-It's OK. I'm used to it.

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

Liver at first sight, eh, darling?

Talking of which, how was your dinner?

We didn't get that far.

Oh, I'm really sorry.

It's all right. No need to apologise.

You know while I was in the cell all I kept thinking was, "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 you need to talk.

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, OK?

-Yeah.

-Speak to you in the morning.

-Nice to meet you, Gerry.

And you too, Charley. Sorry.

A whole month.

Thanks.

I'll get the whisky.

Oh.

Congratulations, you made it into the bed this time.

Where we off to?

See Helen Wray - Head of Social Services.

-Gerry?

-Where you going?

-On the underground.

The underground?

You didn't know Glasgow has an underground?

I was surprised by the electric lights.

-James Soutar?

-Yeah, he was a bookmaker.

He left half a million pounds to the city council's 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 for ever.

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

OK, do you remember Cathy Sinclair?

She was brought up in care

-and Soutar left her £15,000.

-Really?

No?

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 someone like Soutar would take

an interest in a girl like this 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 enquiry.

Yes, of course.

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

According to this, Cathy Sinclair was a right handful.

Drink, drugs, under-age sex.

Half the teenage population? Ah, here we are!

James Alistair Soutar.

Born Paisley, September 1939.

Both parents killed in the Clydebank bombing raid. No other relatives.

Went into care in 1941.

Left care at 16.

That's it.

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 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?

PHONE RINGS Don't know.

Listen, I think we should split up.

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

Roy Fraser. My old DCC. I let him know we were coming up.

He was senior detective at the time, I thought he'd have a view.

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.

-Thought you didn't trust her?

I don't - that's why I want to keep her onside.

I'll see you later.

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.

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?

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.

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

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

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 can't see it.

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

It's possible.

But that's a hell of a risk - not least to your pension.

Gerry? Is Steve not with you?

No. I need to talk to you.

Steve and I were at Social Services.

They let us look through the records archive. I found this.

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

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 are on the same trip together.

There were 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 lots 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.

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

Yeah, OK.

Woah.

"What prompted the successful, retired bachelor to visit

"this notorious pick-up spot?" Blah-blah-blah.

"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.

Yeah, but in the next few days it's hardly even mentioned at all.

Here.

What am I looking at?

"Fourth girl disappears from council care home." 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 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.

-Fair enough.

I'll give Charley a call.

-Charley?

-What? You think you're just paying for the two of us? Dream on.

So now we have these four girls thrown into the mix.

All around 16 at the time. 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. And yourself?

-Wonderful. How was your meal?

Outstanding. And I'm not easily pleased.

Oh, sorry - this is my partner, Charley.

-Charley, this is Cathy Sinclair.

-Hello.

-Hi.

-So there's no more news about...?

-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.

-You think it was him?

-That's what we want to find out.

-It was a long time ago.

-VOICE FROM BEHIND: Cathy?

Look, sorry, would you excuse me? I must make sure everything's...

-Of course. It was lovely.

-Thank you.

Right, well, I'm going to get this.

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

You two have a nice evening together, all right?

-Cheers, Gerry, thanks a lot.

-Bye.

-See you.

Oh!

Oh, shit!

GERRY GROANS

BOTTLES CLINK RUSTLING

Oh. What are you doing here?

What happened to you?

Walked into a bar - an iron bar.

Was it the same people who did this?

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 really sorry about last night.

I promise you I didn't tell Steve anything.

And, luckily, Cathy didn't recognise 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 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.

I'm going to call MacDougall to check it out and tell her about this.

OK. 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.

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

There you go. Didn't nick a thing. Didn't even take my laptop.

MacDougall's sending forensics over.

She did a PNC check and the plates on the Beemer were false.

Any joy?

-I don't know him.

-You might not know Soutar.

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

She was in ours all the time.

-See you soon, OK?

-See you later.

-She is wasted on you.

-Who you calling?

-Helen Wray is working at home today.

-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.

-Hello.

-Anything missing?

-No.

They made a right mess of your papers.

-You look terrible.

-He always looks like that.

-You OK?

-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.

-Did 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.

-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 do with what we're up to. They didn't take anything.

Maybe they were looking for something they didn't 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.

-That'd be a big help.

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

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

OK. But that sort of thing is hard to keep covered up.

Especially in this town.

Yeah, well, these people must be seriously dangerous.

Plus 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 rumour about young girls being pimped by...

Helen Wray.

I'm on it. In the meantime, be bloody careful.

More careful than that anyway.

That's my middle name. That and ouch!

Thanks, Roy.

Disappearing girls?

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 pick-up area.

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 that the girls stopped disappearing after

Soutar died.

Whoever murdered him did society a favour.

How come you knew 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.

-You OK?

-You asked me that last time.

-Wait, wait, wait.

-What?

Ogilvy.

2011?

His handicap is here.

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 you don't just forget to mention the ex-Procurator Fiscal

on the case just happens to be a member of your club.

-Good enough for me.

-No! No, wait, wait, wait.

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

Let's keep it that way for now.

OK.

-Special, isn't it?

-Yeah.

How much would a place like this cost up here?

Too much. Way too much.

-Hello there.

-Well, hello again.

-It's a beautiful place you've got here.

-Thank you.

Must have put you back a fair bit?

-I worked very hard over the years.

-Social Services?

Social Services - everybody is very keen to criticise

when things go wrong, but 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 to have 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 Soutar left money to a girl in care.

Cathy Sinclair?

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, I'm sorry, that's not what I meant at all.

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.

We think Soutar was 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.

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, Helen Wray is very well connected.

So what next?

We wait.

-What for?

-Just enjoy the scenery for a minute.

Go on.

-DOOR BELL RINGS

-Yes, yes - I'm coming! Wait!

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

Do you mind if I have a quick look?

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

Stupid. I can't think...ah, look!

Here it is.

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

There we go. Look, I'll let you get on with your day. I'm so sorry.

-That's not a mobile.

-No.

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 patronise 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...!

DOOR BELL RINGS

For goodness sake.

-This is not funny.

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

I need to make an urgent call. Could I use your landline?

-Thanks so much. I'm sorry about this.

-Sorry.

Helen, I must say how much I admire what you and people like you

do in the social services.

In our job, obviously, we're dealing with social workers all

the time and without them...

Yes, yes. You don't have to...

Answer machine! Sorry. I'll just have to try again later.

-Sorry to waste your time again. Come on, Gerry.

-Thank you.

That's the last number she dialled. Give it a ring.

Hello?

CAR HORN BLARES Oh, is it? Sorry, wrong number.

-It's Ogilvy.

-What is this guy up to?

Blimey, he's right up our arse.

Uh-oh. Uh-oh.

SIREN BLARES

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

What the bloody hell's going on?

Sorry about that. But, hey - better late than never.

-False plates?

-No. But I bet those are.

Unbelievable.

4X4 was stolen in Bishopbriggs this morning.

And by now probably burning somewhere very nicely where

-there's no CCTV cameras.

-I told you it was a set-up!

-Set-up?

-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.

We think Soutar lured some of these girls somewhere, alone.

And killed them.

One of the group found out what Soutar was doing,

-killed him and covered it up.

-Any names?

-Oh! No way.

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

We make the collar.

Hello, Colin.

I tell you what,

-that birdie he got in 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.

"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.

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?

Who else "entertained" those girls with you?

No, no. I don't do that.

No? Well, what about James Soutar?

When did you find out what he was doing?

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 going to 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!

Helen, you must know 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.

OK - 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.

How did it go?

Ah, shit.

What is it?

Woah.

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 6th 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 8th May 1993?

No.

No. I did not.

Do you know the identity of his killers?

Absolutely not.

He's lying.

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

-How long have you known him?

-Thirty years.

Long time.

Not long enough, apparently.

PHONE RINGS

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 then head off to see what

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 apologise. Glasgow is fabulous.

Yep, you were right, I was wrong. Can we go home now?

No.

What are you waiting for?

Her.

-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.

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 saviour.

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! 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.

So how could you trust him?

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 recognised 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?

No.

All this is to find out who killed the man who saved my life.

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.

Do you often bring flowers up here?

Sometimes.

You didn't today. We were watching you.

You weren't carrying anything.

No.

So who did?

White roses?

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'd save you - just like he'd saved the other girls.

Money? Flat in another city? Help with education?

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 round trying to find her.

I never said anything,

because I knew she'd probably be up town 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?

He said he knew all about Helen Wray, 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, "OK."

I said I'd 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 centre.

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.

Cathy, you're going to need your things.

What are you going to do?

I'm going to give her the number of the best defence lawyer in Scotland.

-Steve?

-What?

-Can we go home now?!

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 then I should have twigged when he was made DCC -

all DCs being complete bastards.

-Are you through?

-Not quite.

I have to tell you to know that Roy Fraser's coughed to having

you fix the investigation into James Soutar's murder.

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

-What?

-A post requiring little or no work

but allowing the holder status and financial benefit.

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?

-Woah!

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 can ever scrape together

eleven decent players to give us a game.

MCANDREW LAUGHS

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