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You're just a bit of meat, don't ever forget it.
Scratch my eye!
Grass to the police? Call me scum.
Raise a gun to me or mine, game's changed.
He got a phone call, just before the police arrived.
He walked straight out the back door.
He'd heard Lenny was asking about the meet.
You're saving my life here, and you know what?
It suits me better.
Have we got a time of death?
Forensics estimate it somewhere between ten last night
and three this morning.
What a waste.
Bodies are piling up.
Two unsolved murders, management want results fast.
Guess what? Both girls worked for Sean Kennedy.
How did we not collar him last night?
Someone must have tipped him off.
And now our chief suspect's miles away.
Hardly makes us look great, does it?
Hey! I want every hedge, skip and bin for a half-mile radius searched.
What a way to die.
What a way to live.
When we interviewed her, she said she'd got out of this game,
away from Kennedy.
Well, wherever he is I fully intend on finding him,
dragging him back here to face the music.
and now Angie Warren.
-How are we doing, Raymondo?
-I've had better nights.
I slept like a baby for the first time in months.
So you thrive on gun-running and police raids, do you?
No, I thrive on being in my family's' good books
-and seeing the back of that animal Kennedy.
Yeah, left last night apparently and I don't see him coming back anytime soon.
Not with a bunch of hacked-off gangsters and Strathclyde's finest on his tail.
You know, things could finally be looking up.
'This is Angie,
'I can't get to the phone right now, but if you leave a message after the tone, I'll call you back.'
We need to push this case through as a priority.
I don't want any of the leads going cold, understand?
It's almost certain Angie Warren was murdered somewhere else
and then brought here after, which makes the MO identical
to Alicia Petrauskas's murder, right down to the same area being used to dump the body in.
So, we start a manhunt for Kennedy, right?
You always want to start off at a sprint, don't you, Cooper?
-I thought you'd be looking like hell today.
-I'm feeling pretty good.
Yeah, well if I was you I wouldn't go breaking out the bunting just yet.
-I don't know how you do it.
-Having to look over your shoulder all the time.
-It takes commitment...
-Yeah well, I'm opting out.
Well, commitment and not giving yourself the choice of opting out.
From now on, you'll be doing it on your tod.
Yeah. Well, like I said, don't be planning any celebrations just yet.
Sorry I'm late.
No bother, pal.
Remember this, eh? Best Scottish Community Pub Of The Year.
-What a joke, eh?
-Don't worry about that.
See when you open back up, the community will be back in here in force,
Right, there's a few crates of mixers wanting bringing up.
See when you've done that, go and give the outside a bit of sweep, eh?
Back to business as usual, then?
That's the plan.
Forensics have confirmed that the fibres on the scarf we found
match those on Angie Warren's body.
Looks like it was used to strangle her.
The postmortem's still underway but they've found traces of skin and blood under her finger nails.
They're matching it to the national database now.
I've got officers going over CCTV, but I think we should do a little digging ourselves.
-You speak to Gabriel Brodie, see if he can give you
any information about Sean Kennedy's movements yesterday. But..
No mention of Angie Warren, I know.
I'll go speak to the other girls, see if anyone's feeling chatty.
Dinner at yours last night and now a personal visit. I must be doing something right.
Have you heard from Angie? Did she get to London OK?
I asked her to text me once she got there, but she's still not been in touch.
Hopefully she's putting this sorry mess behind her.
-Thanks again for yesterday.
-It's the least I could do.
Look, I'll let you know, if I hear anything, OK?
Something else on your mind?
I can't stop thinking about how bad I would have felt
if something had happened to Stevie at the pub yesterday.
-But nothing did happen.
-I know, but if it had, we haven't spent any proper time together.
-You live with each other.
-Yeah, but not properly, not in our own place.
-You're 16 years old, Nicole.
-Age has got nothing to do with it.
You promised your dad that you'd stay with the family.
Yeah, but if we moved close by, I'd still be with them, just not WITH them.
What does Leyla think?
-I haven't mentioned it to her yet.
-Well, if you're mature enough to move out,
you're certainly mature enough to be up front with her.
She'll just take it personally, she always does.
Then it's up to you to make sure that she doesn't.
Yeah. I'll see you later.
Hey. Thanks for coming to me.
It means a lot.
You heard the news, Eileen? Sean Kennedy's gone.
What, the police have got him?
-Gabriel says he's left town.
-So he's not gone, then, he's just missing.
Well, he's not here today and for me, that's a step in the right direction.
I won't relax until he's behind bars or six feet under.
Preferably the latter.
Means we can get this place back on its feet.
You need to see this. It's from the council.
By the look on your face, it's not good news..
but then why on earth would I expect any good news?
They thought it would soften the blow coming from me.
They're suspending your licence until they look into last night's police raid.
You are joking.
-I don't believe this.
-You had gangsters in here doing an arms deal.
There was a sub-machine-gun in the flipping bar, what did you expect?
You'd better get off, Stevie, son.
There's going to be no work round here for a while.
We're all sorry.
I wanted to talk to you.
About me and Stevie.
Is everything OK between you two?
Yeah, everything's great. That's kind of my point.
We haven't talked this through properly yet,
it's just an idea, but I want us to look for our own place.
-You're 16, Nicole.
-Why does everyone go on about my age?
And what wise words does your Uncle Gabriel have for you, then?
-He said I should speak to you.
-Honestly, one dinner
and he thinks he's got his feet back under the table.
I went to him, he didn't come to me.
Well, seeing as you followed instructions
and you've spoken to me, why don't you go ahead and find somewhere?
Be sure to let me know when you've got a moving-out date.
I'm guessing that could have gone better.
Here we go...
Things must be looking brighter down at the cop shop
now Public Enemy Number One's out of the way.
-I don't suppose you know where he's gone, do you?
-Further away the better.
Did you...see him at all yesterday evening?
Nope. I had dinner with Leyla, Nicole and the boys.
And after dinner?
Do I need my solicitor with me, Will?
A lot happened yesterday, we're just trying to keep on top of things.
Not everyday you have an arms deal going down in Shieldinch, is it?
After I left Leyla's, I fancied a wee drink,
so I came back to the office, cos I knew I had a bottle there.
I ended up crashing. Why?
We also want to talk to one of Sean's girls, Angie Warren.
-You know where we might find her?
-Why do you want her?
Like I said, we're just trying to keep on top of things.
When did you last see her?
A couple of days ago, I think.
-Well, I suppose she'll turn up.
-I wouldn't bet on it.
-Now that Sean's not there to stop her,
she's probably taken her opportunity and done a runner.
-OK. Well, thanks for the heads up.
Listen, Gabriel, we might your help again soon. All right?
-Can I go now?
So, no-one knows where Sean Kennedy is
and no one's seen Angie Warren since yesterday?
Strange how sudden acute deaf, dumb and blindness comes over you all whenever I turn up.
Remember Silvie and Alicia?
Have a nice day.
You got something to say?
If you change your mind... PHONE RINGS
Donald. Great, thanks. Let Cooper know.
Didn't Gabriel Brodie tell you he hadn't seen Angie Warren for a few days?
Yeah, he did. He also said he got the scratches on his face from fixing a machine at work.
Which begs the question, why did he feel it necessary to lie?
Have any luck with the girls?
I got the feeling one of them, Charlene, knew something.
Looked like she was about to spill and then thought better of it.
-We could pull her in.
-Better to talk to her outside the station, you know,
-away from the other girls. You track her down, see what she knows.
Oh! Who's that? Play it back.
Can we zoom in on that?
No need. I can tell you exactly who it is.
That's Stevie Burns and he's coming from The Tall Ship beer garden.
Looks like he considered intervening and then thought better of it.
Maybe I should start looking for another job the now.
I mean, who knows how long the Ship's gonnae be shut down?
I could say to Gabriel if he's heard of anything that's going.
No. I wouldn't ask him for anything the now.
What do you mean?
The more you hang about with scum like that Sean, the more you become like them.
He explained why he was working for Sean.
Oh, aye. Did he also explain why he was manhandling one of his lassies yesterday?
I saw them at the boatyard. The lassie scratched the coupon right off him.
That was Angie, she explained the whole thing to me all when she was here yesterday.
It was staged. Gabriel got her to scratch him.
Am I hearing this right?
Are you saying that Gabriel's working for that Sean Kennedy, as a pimp?
-He's got his reasons.
-And he brought one of those... girls into this house yesterday?
It was Angie, the girl who helped me get away from Cammy.
-I know who Angie is.
-Well, he was helping her.
And was that be before after she'd paid him his percentage?
-You don't understand.
I understand that if this is the sort of thing that you two get up to
behind my back, then the sooner you get out of here, the better.
-Leyla, nobody's doing anything behind your back.
-Yeah, you could have fooled me!
Stevie, I need to talk to you, mate.
Can you tell me the names of the two people we're seeing here?
You know who it is.
The question is, Mr Burns, do you?
It's Gabriel and a lassie called Angie.
And you know this, because...?
I saw them from the beer garden, but my guess is you know that an' all.
-The film's not what it looks like.
In what way?
I thought it was real when I saw them, but it's not.
They had to make it look like Angie had a fight with Gabriel.
Who told you that?
How did she know?
Angie told me.
-And when exactly did you last speak to Angie?
She stayed with me here until Gabriel got the chance to get her away.
I can't believe you lot.
Get her away from what?
He was planning on sending her down Newcastle to some guy.
She found out what he was like and was freaking out.
So, Gabriel had a soft spot for Angie?
-I think he felt like he owed her.
-She helped me get away from Cammy.
-So, there was a special bond between them?
Did Angie like Gabriel?
He was helping her, so, yeah.
Gabriel was risking everything for this girl.
Was it possible it went beyond simple gratitude?
Do you think this special bond could've been more than just a working relationship?
Strange that Gabriel didn't help any of the other girls.
Did you ever see any intimacy between them?
I know what you're trying to do.
I'm just trying to determine the nature of the relationship, Nicole.
There was no relationship. She had helped me and he was helping her.
By bringing her into the heart of this family?
It's a bit above and beyond for a pimp and his...
If you've got any more questions, you can ask them at the station.
I'm not having any more of this in my house.
To be fair, it's not me who's brought it here, Mrs Brodie,
it's your brother-in-law and your daughter.
Just one more thing.
You said Gabriel came to collect Angie yesterday evening, yes?
-Yeah, about six o'clock.
-And then where did he take her?
-To the subway.
I told you, he was helping her get away from Sean.
OK, thanks, Nicole. If we need anything else we'll be in touch.
Sorry again for the intrusion.
-When Angie gets back in touch with Gabriel, she'll tell you all this herself.
So, Brodie lied about being with Angie Warren yesterday,
he lied about the scratches on his face and he was, conceivably,
the last person to see her alive.
-So are you considering him as a possible suspect?
-It certainly puts him in the top two.
We all know Sean Kennedy's pond life, though.
Brodie's hardly driven snow either, is he?
OK. No, thanks.
-They seek him here, they seek him there and then our chief suspect turns up at the station.
Apparently he wants to have a talk.
It's Batman and Robin. Long time, no see.
Where have you been?
Who tipped you off about the raid yesterday?
-This is no time to get cute, Kennedy.
Running gun deals out of The Tall Ship,
you're lucky you weren't thrown in a cell the second you walked in this place.
Yeah, I was in The Tall Ship yesterday. But gun deals?
I was playing pool.
I don't know anything about any gun deals.
I came here because I heard that one of my girls
turned up dead last night.
How did you hear that? That's not public knowledge yet.
You have your sources, I have mine.
Are you saying you've got someone on the inside?
Somebody on the estate where she was found.
Somebody said Angie had been missing. Angie Warren.
-Is it her?
-You tell us.
I heard that it was. She was a nice lassie.
Until you got hold of her.
I had nothing to do with the killing of Angie,
but I have a good idea who did.
Gabriel Brodie was all over her from day one.
She was scared to death of that man.
-Sure it wasn't you she was scared of?
-He gave her the total creeps.
she asked me to get her a job in Newcastle just to get away from him.
It was like he was stalking her.
Maybe he found out about that.
He wasn't too pleased about it.
-Sir, do you have a minute?
I have to say I'm surprised to see you back in Shieldinch.
Why? I've no reason to run.
Your friend, Tony, the arms dealer, might disagree with you there.
He might want to know how you managed to get out of the pub just before the raid.
I've absolutely no idea what you're talking about.
Course you don't.
I'll have someone see you out.
No kicking this time?
There's far worse things I can do to you, Sean.
One of which is put you away for a very long time.
-Sir, I've been thinking...
-Wonders will never cease.
I think Gabriel probably lied about not seeing Angie yesterday
because he didn't want anyone to know she'd gone.
If he'd told us he'd put her on a train,
then we'd have chased her down
and brought her back into Kennedy's orbit.
I think he was trying to keep her safe.
Or covering up the fact that he'd killed her.
If he had, why did he dump her where we could find her?
And Kennedy's version of events doesn't stack up.
If Angie was scared of Gabriel, why didn't she run
when he left her with Nicole?
Why did she wait there until he got back and then willingly go to the subway with him?
It's amazing what fear'll make people do.
Maybe she was playing along until a better opportunity
to get away cropped up.
I don't believe he was the last person to see her alive either.
If he dropped her off at the train around six
and she wasn't dead until around nine,
then that gives Kennedy plenty of time to have picked her up.
What are we looking at?
Gabriel Brodie and Angie Warren outside the subway at 6.30
What do you see?
He's wearing the scarf.
Is that everything closed up down there?
The side door was wide open.
You want to be more careful, anybody could just walk in here.
Lucky for you it's only me.
I was told you'd gone.
I had a few things I had to do.
Talking of which, I need you to do something for me.
-I've picked up a few extra things for Stuart...
-Oh, it's the lovely Eileen!
In the flesh.
She's stunned into silence.
I often have that effect on women.
You know, if I was into older woman, you'd be top of my list.
I mean, you know that, don't you?
You better go.
You'll be all right?
He'll be fine, Eileen. Off you trot now!
If you want my opinion, mate, you're well shot of that one.
"What can I do for you, Sean?" I hear you ask.
Any plans for tonight?
No, not much. Pizza, maybe.
She's not happy about Angie being in the house yesterday.
Cheers for the heads up.
Well, if it isn't the local pimp.
Look, Leyla, let me explain...
You brought a prostitute into our house,
a house where two impressionable teenage boys live!
I'm sorry, all right? I didn't have a choice.
Look, I promise, it's not going to happen again.
-No, it won't, because you won't step foot back in the house.
You don't think this family's been through enough?
-POLICE SIRENS BLARE
-Just stay away from us from now on!
Whoa, what's going on?
Gabriel Brodie, I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murder of Angie Warren.
You do not have to say anything but it may harm your defence
-if you fail to mention something you later rely on in court.
...Anything you do say may be given in evidence. Do you understand?
-She just went away, that's all.
-Do you understand?
Good. Take him away.
Angie's not dead. She just went to London.
This is a just a mix-up! Why are they saying that Angie's dead?!
We found her body this morning.
-She's dead, Nicole.
It's not OK!
Hamish? It's Lenny.
Look, I'm going to need some of your advice.
What's all the commotion out there?
Gabriel Brodie's been arrested.
Seems another young girl was murdered last night.
You left here last night, after the raid.
nobody knew where you were till you turned up here this morning,
asking me to say you'd been here most of the night.
You want to be careful what you say next, Raymond.
It could get you in a lot of trouble.
You expect me to be an accessory to murder?
No, I'm asking you to do what I say or I'll be calling in my loan.
And once I've bankrupted you and seen you broken...
..then I'll turn my attentions on the lovely Eileen and wee Stuart.
So, where was I last night?
The police'll never buy it.
It's down to you to make it seem convincing.
So, I'll ask you again. Where was I last night?
Till the early hours.
Lovely. I knew we'd get there in the end.
Mr Brodie, how are you?
Before you ask, my services are being generously paid for
by Mr Murdoch.
First off, I'm going to ask you a question
and it's absolutely essential that you answer me truthfully,
do you understand?
A one word answer is all that's required,
but it will determine the direction and content of the entire case.
Did you kill this girl?
No way. Never.
Well, then, we can play this one straight down the middle.
You're sure you want to look at these?
For the benefit of the tape, I'm showing Mr Brodie photographs of the victim.
Obviously, my client is deeply distressed
by this young girl's death.
I suggest we take five minutes.
I want to carry on.
You told my colleague you last saw Angie Warren
a few days ago, correct?
I spent most of yesterday with her.
Did you leave her at any time?
I took her to Leyla's house to be with Nicole.
Why did you do that?
Well, Angie needed to find somewhere where Sean couldn't find her.
I was helping her escape from him.
So I picked her up later and took her to the Tube station.
From there, she got a train into the city centre.
And then she was heading down to London.
For the benefit of the tape, I'm showing Mr Brodie
a photograph of himself and the victim taken outside
Shieldinch subway yesterday evening at 18.30 hours.
I saw her over the barrier and then I left.
I thought she'd be safe.
And did keeping her safe include fighting with her?
The last time you were here we took a DNA sample
which matches the traces of skin and blood we found under Angie Warren's fingernails.
Look, we had to convince Sean that she'd fought me to escape,
so I got her to punch and scratch me.
I swear it was a pretend fight.
That's the story Angie told your niece.
-Whether it's true or not...
It's a shame Angie's not here to corroborate it, then, isn't it?
For the benefit of the tape, I'm showing Mr Brodie
the scarf in evidence bag 002712. Do you recognise it?
Angie asked if she could have it.
This scarf was used to strangle Angie Warren.
We're looking at some pretty comprehensive evidence, Mr Brodie.
Look, I was trying to help her escape from Kennedy!
-So you keep saying.
-Why would I want to kill her?!
Falling in love with a cheap hooker can't have been easy.
-She's not a cheap hooker!
I'm not having him bad-mouthing her! That poor girl's dead!
I insist we take a five minute break, Detective Chief Inspector.
DCI Donald suspending the interview at 13.23 hours.
This is ridiculous.
Gabriel had his dinner here last night and everything was normal.
How long did he stay?
He arrived about 7.30 left about 10-ish.
And you didn't see him at all after that?
We also hoped you might have information
about Gabriel's movements at the time of another young girl's death.
We just want to eliminate him from our enquiries, that's all.
Do you have you any recollection of where Gabriel
might have been on or around the first of May?
We... weren't very close at the time.
In fact, I'd told him to stay away from us.
-Was he behaving badly?
Things had happened and we'd agreed not to see so much of each other.
I've no idea what he was up to at the time.
What about Nicole and the boys?
Had they spent much time with him back then?
Nic wasn't speaking to him either,
although if she thought it'd keep him out of jail, she'd say anything.
Sounds like she's certain he's innocent.
Obviously because you were the last people to see Gabriel last night,
I'll have to speak to both Nicole and the boys.
No way! I'm not having the boys dragged into this.
It was bad enough when Michael was arrested.
When the time comes to talk to them, you're more than welcome to sit in.
Are you going to be OK until somebody gets home?
You'll need to keep yourself in check, Mr Brodie.
Don't apologise to me.
You're the one looking at spending the rest of your life behind bars.
I've been telling them the truth, just like you told me.
Ready to reconvene?
DCI Donald resuming interview with Gabriel Brodie at 13.32 hours.
So, we've established that you last saw our victim at Shieldinch subway.
You saw her at the station and then she caught a train into the city?
Well, we've looked at CCTV footage - both of trains leaving Shieldinch
at that time, and of passengers arriving in the city centre.
There's no record of our victim anywhere.
Well, Sean must have got to her somehow.
Our victim's mobile phone records show you've called her nine times
since yesterday evening.
There you go, then.
Why would I be calling her if I already knew she was dead?
That's an old trick.
Look, Sean must have found out that I grassed him up
and that I was helping Angie to get away.
So he must have killed her and now he's doing his best to frame me
for the murder, starting with using my scarf to strangle her.
Well, don't you worry. We'll be having another word with Mr Kennedy.
I already told you, he's gone, he's left town.
He's not gone.
He walked in here earlier today, to help us with our enquiries.
He's very much here.
-Here he is, my very own Robocop.
-Sorry, what did you say?
-At the arrest, you were great.
-"I can't wait to get him home tonight", that's what I thought.
Look, I better to get back to the station.
-But hold that thought.
-You don't really think Gabriel did it, do you?
-That's for a court to decide.
-I know he loses his temper sometimes, but killing somebody?!
Robbie, you know I can't discuss the case with you.
See my lips? Tight as!
Look, once the case is over,
we'll have lots more time to spend together, OK?
-You got it.
I just wanted to tell you, you've got my full support.
-Managing on your own. All power to you, hen.
So, none of the girls had any idea where Charlene had gone?
My guess is Sean's back in charge and he's battened down the hatches.
We'll put a description of her out,
and if she surfaces for a second, I want to see her.
The evidence is building up against him.
You really think he killed her?
You can't ignore the evidence, plus he misled us
over Sean Kennedy twice, meaning we missed Sean Kennedy twice
and ended up with egg on our face.
-He's a slippery customer.
-Yeah, but he led us to the arrest of the punter who killed Silvie McGregor.
Maybe he's leading us in the right direction again this time.
Plus, he hasn't lied to me, whereas Brodie...
Yeah, on my way.
If Kennedy's got an alibi, there's only one way this thing's going.
He does have an alibi.
He told me he was drinking in The Tall Ship with Raymond Henderson
till the early hours.
Has Mr Henderson corroborated that?
That was my next job, after getting a formal statement from Kennedy.
But my gut feeling still says Kennedy's the killer.
No-one's been convicted on the strength of a gut feeling yet
and we need a conviction or we could be looking for new jobs.
I'll speak to Mr Henderson.
-I know Raymond, I drink in his pub, he trusts me...
-I need to take this thing by the scruff of the neck.
-I can do it...
You have got plenty to be getting on with here, OK?
I tried to get them to let you go home, but as they're still questioning you,
they're going to keep you here overnight.
What if Kennedy walks?
I wouldn't be the first innocent man to go down, would I?
Stay positive. I'll be back first thing.
How come this place is closed again?
The council are looking into why it was raided.
Ah. Well, you did have some fairly unsavoury characters in here.
Not my usual clientele.
Talking of unsavoury characters, I want to ask you about Sean Kennedy.
-Fancy a drink?
Shame, cos I'm definitely having one.
Was Sean here last night?
Was he here?
Yeah, he was.
From what time?
From about nine till four-ish.
He's been using this place as a kind of makeshift office.
Seems an unlikely friendship, you and Mr Kennedy.
Stranger things have happened.
Late night for you, wasn't it? Four o'clock.
I'm a pub landlord, mate. Late is what I do.
Plus, I had to get the place straight after your boys had been through it.
I'm smelling something not quite right here.
There's no-one wants him put away more than me.
Why would I lie to save his skin?
I'll have that drink once you've reopened.
It'll be on the bar waiting for you, pal.
Oscar-winning performance, Raymundo.
And if the DCI isn't going to have a free drink, I certainly will.
Are you feeling any better?
Listen, Leyla. We've been talking.
Well, we don't see any real reason to move out right now.
So we thought we'd wait a while, if that's all right with you?
I'll just have to put up with the pair of you for a bit longer, eh?
Any convictions yet?
I was hoping to get away from the case for half an hour.
-How are you doing?
-What, you're going to grill me now as well?
I was asking how you are, not the case.
But while we're on the subject, I'm worried about you.
You've been working so hard.
I'm part of a double-murder enquiry, Robbie.
I know, but maybe you need to learn to leave it behind
at the end of the day. Get some downtime.
-Everybody needs downtime.
Especially hairdressers who are living with detectives.
When was the last time we went to see a film or went to dinner?
I need to keep on top of things at the moment,
especially with the DCI breathing down my neck. He's a workaholic.
And you're not?
-You saying I'm like him?
-I've certainly learnt one thing from him.
Take your coffee breaks on your own.
So, did he do it?
-How can he have a watertight alibi?
And also a witness to say he was with him most of evening
-and into the night.
-Then he's lying.
Maybe, but until I can prove otherwise...
If Kennedy didn't kill her himself, he's paid someone to do it for him.
Again, very hard to prove.
OK. Let's say, for argument's sake, that Mr Brodie is not the murderer.
Who else is in the frame?
At the moment, with the evidence we have, no-one.
For the benefit of the tape, I'm showing Mr Brodie the jacket
in evidence bag 0026608. Do you recognise it?
And you know that. You found her.
It wasn't on the body.
Well, where did you find it?
In one of the bins outside your arcade.
And you think I put it there?
-You think I'm stupid enough to just dump it outside the arcade?
Look, come on. This is Sean. He must have planted it there.
I don't deal in must haves, Mr Brodie.
I deal in hard evidence.
Can you confirm to me that you were running a vice-ring for Mr Kennedy?
So, you were in contact with all the girls, including Alicia Petrauskas?
Why are we starting to talk about her now?
Just answer the question, please, Mr Brodie.
-You think I killed her too?
-I won't tell you again.
I had nothing to do with the girls back in May,
so I don't know Alicia Petrauskas.
And you say you've been keeping an eye on me from day one, right?
So you must have a record of that.
But you were in contact with Kennedy back then.
You lied to us about what happened with Angie Warren, why wouldn't you lie about knowing Alicia Petrauskas?
You're doing this because I never gave you Sean or Lenny.
I'm doing this because the evidence is overwhelming
and cannot be ignored.
You were infatuated with Angie Warren.
You fought with her on the day of her murder, your DNA was under her fingernails,
your scarf was used to strangle her,
her jacket was found outside your arcade,
you lied about seeing her and were the last person to see her alive.
-This isn't right.
-The fact that her killing exactly fits the MO
-of Alicia Petrauskas' murder leads me to conclude you killed her as well.
Therefore, Gabriel Brodie, I'm formally charging you
with the murders of Angie Warren and Alicia Petrauskas. Book him.
What was the argument about?
It wasn't even an argument, it was more a tiff.
I told him he was working too hard and he got all stroppy.
A classic sign of overworking - getting annoyed when it's pointed out to you.
He had dinner last night and went straight to bed with his files.
If that's not the actions of a workaholic, what is?
Robbie, I suppose his job doesn't really compare with ours.
I mean, serving tea to old ladies or doing a perm,
it doesn't keep us up at night, does it?
Maybe I'll make him a special dinner. Pamper him a bit.
I think I'm going to be sick!
I'm kidding. I'm happy for you.
We could grab a quick drink before I cook, if you fancy it.
A quick pint and a pie in the pub before you swan off
to your haute cuisine and fine wine, you mean?
-Take it or leave it.
-All right, I'll take it.
You look terrible.
Eileen, leave it, eh?
Raymond, this is me.
I don't know, I guess it's the shock of Kennedy coming back.
I had one morning with him out of my life,
things are starting to look up.
I open the door...
and bang - back to square one.
I know. But you're not in this alone.
You've got me and Stuart.
If we keep our heads down and play along, he's got to move on one day.
I'll see you later.
Word has it you're Kennedy's alibi.
-Well, my brief's taken on Gabriel's case.
-Yeah, if you can afford it to be.
Listen, if you ever get fed up being Kennedy's whipping boy,
just let me know.
You've changed your tune.
You charged Brodie with the double murder?
-I can't ignore the facts.
-I'm still following leads on Alicia Petrauskas' murder.
-Waste of time.
You don't believe Gabriel committed these murders
-any more than I do.
-Are you asking me or telling me?
I'm stating fact.
Rescind the charge, let me get some more evidence together.
-Must be great to know you're right all the time(!)
-That is not it.
You're in the right, everyone else is stupid.
-You want to do something useful? Rein in the pillow talk.
I've not said a word of this to Robbie.
Somebody's said something. We've had calls from residents worried there's a serial killer on the loose.
Are you accusing Robbie of starting a rumour?
Well, who knows where it came from?
But in my experience, hairdressers - Gossip Central.
-What is this about? Have you got a personal vendetta with me?
-Are you threatened by me in some way, is that it?
-Hey, wind your neck in, zip your mouth
and get some sense before you find yourself on a suspension.
Take the rest of the day off. Come back tomorrow with a fresh attitude.
-In agreement with you, you mean?
-Don't push me.
That side door was wide open again.
I'm expecting a delivery.
You still trying to get this place back on its feet, then?
Sooner rather than later.
Then you're maybe speaking to the right man.
I've got influence on the council.
Well, a couple of them are regular punters.
A word from me could make all the difference.
I think I'll wait for a proper decision, thanks.
I don't want to be back in your debt.
What do you mean "back" in my debt?
..I gave you your alibi.
If only life was that simple, Raymond.
I'm going to be coming and going from here on a regular basis.
I need keys.
A set for the front door, the cellar, the safe.
Is that all right?
You know what, I'm sure this watch is running slow.
It looks good on me, though, eh? Retro-style.
I'm just nipping out for a while. Will you have the keys ready for me
when I get back, aye?
Conditions of release have been set.
I had to convince them you're not a flight risk.
-So, no mad dashes to the airport.
-So I'm free to go?
As soon as I've sorted the paperwork.
Oh, man, thanks.
OK, Mr Brodie.
Wonders will never cease. Two days back home before eight.
I'd arranged to go for a quick drink with Deek before I cooked,
but I suppose I could always cancel him and make a start on it now, eh?
It's your favourite.
Also, I was thinking we should just rent a film or something.
My career's going down the pan.
What are you talking about?
DCI flaming Donald, he's all over me like a rash.
Have you been winding him up again?
You know you can be hot-headed when you want to be.
He is a patronising git! Throwing his weight around the station.
He is also the senior officer.
Have you heard yourself?
I'm just saying, maybe you should try to...
I'll tell you what you should try and do.
-Stop gossiping about the case down at the salon.
Donald brought it up today.
Brought what up? Nobody's talking about the case at the salon.
Of all the embarrassing cliches, the gossiping, gay hairdresser.
I'll get the dinner on.
That's right, go on, walk away.
-I want this evening to be chilled.
-It's not going to be chilled, is it?
I'm having a nightmare at work and you don't give a damn.
That's not fair.
Bail's been set and Gabriel's on his way over.
I had to use every trick in the book to get him out.
You must really like this lad.
Maybe I see a bit of myself in him.
Right, I'll catch you both tomorrow.
I've got a few things to look over tonight.
Hey, listen. Thanks for posting bail.
I reckon it's safe. Unless you're planning on doing a runner.
What, with this?
I wouldn't be here now if I'd have got Angie out sooner.
Ifs and buts, son.
You believe I'm innocent?
It doesn't matter what I believe. It's up to the courts and the judge.
You know, I was sitting down the cop shop,
wondering where it all went wrong.
And I just wish Michael was here.
But then that's something else I've messed up, isn't it?
Look, go home, get a decent night's sleep.
With my curfew starting at seven tonight?
Doesn't give me much option, does it?
And what can I do for you?
I'm so sorry, Robbie.
I just... I need to know that you're there for me
and that I'm not fighting you as well, you know?
You just wind me up, and then I...
Let me guess what this is about.
You want my help getting rid of Kennedy.
I only want one thing from you.
-How much of this stuff have you already had?
-Not nearly enough.
I want rid of him once and for all.
And if I've got a gun pointed at him, he'll have to take me seriously.
If you point a gun at somebody like Kennedy,
you've got to be prepared to use it.
Which means you've got to be ready to kill him.
You're not the only one that wants rid of him.
You've got to play it smart.
You think you can do that?
Are you sure I can stay on?
You not think I've brought enough trouble to your doorstep?
we know you didn't do that terrible thing.
Aye, you maybe.
But some folk like to think the worst before they think the best.
Well, you'll just have to prove them wrong, then, won't you?
On you go.
Thought I'd open a bottle of wine.
Are you OK? What's happened?
-This is awful.
Did he do that to you?
-And I can't live without him.
-Where are you going?
-We need to sort this out.
Trust me, all right?
-Robbie, call an ambulance.
-Is he breathing?
-Call an ambulance.
-Oh, my God.
Will, he doesn't look as if he's breathing.
Hi, DC Cooper, CID here,
can you put me through to Traffic Control, please?
I'm going to get this guy, Robbie.
Aye, and that'll make everything all right, won't it(?)
What happened to your face?
Oh, nothing. I-I slipped in the kitchen.
Personal issues or not,
you're coming dangerously close to overstepping the mark, DC Cooper.
I'm coming dangerously close to telling you where to stick your job, DCI Donald.
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