(theme music) ♪ (Rebus) Yes.

Yeah.

Well, don't wait.

Okay.

McClellan, yes.

Yes.

Nardini?

Cleaverhouse.

Please, oh, please, give me Jez Peacock.

Four.

Four out of six.

Four out of six!

That's good.

I'll see you in about 10 minutes.

Eight.

♪ (Clarke) Gentlemen.

(tense music) ♪ (Rebus) Four out of six.

We got four out of six.

-Who gets the first one in?

-You do, sir.

(Fairstone) Shiv!

Hey, darlin'!

... ♪ (Fairstone) You may have got my mates sent away, but I'm still here.

Any problems, anythin' at all...Shiv, you just let me know.

Anythin' at all, Shiv.

I'll be right there for you.

♪ (Rebus) Mind your backs, mind your backs.

Coming through.

Coming through!

I've got two lagers here.

(indistinct chatter) (cell phone ringing) -Is that your phone, sir?

-Where?

(man) Siobhan!

(applause, cheers) (Rebus) Four down out of six.

Great result.

This calls for a celebration!

(indistinct chatter) What's up?

It's fine.

No, it's not.

No, but it is.

Really?

Uh-huh.

-Speech, speech!

-Perfect timing.

I've been trying to call you.

There's been a shooting at a school.

There's been a shooting at Strathmount College.

I need you all there.

John, my car's just outside.

♪ (Rebus) Stick with me.

♪ (sirens blaring) ♪ (officer) This way, ma'am.

Sir.

Chief Superintendent, this is Dr. Fogg, the headmaster.

♪ (Rebus) It's all right, it's all right.

♪ (officer) Sixth Form, Common Room B.

♪ (woman) Hey, you!

Get down!

♪ (Rebus) Shut the door, Siobhan.

♪ Siobhan.

Shut the door.

♪ (phone ringing) ♪ Yes?

♪ I'll come and fetch them.

♪ SOCOs are here.

Okay, so, um, he's in A&E now.

(Templer) John.

He was crying.

Why is that?

(Clarke) Do you have any names for me?

(Templer) I will need your report soon as.

(Rebus) I know.

Siobhan?

Call you back.

Okay.

Names.

This is Lee Hartman.

He was a sports supervisor.

He hadn't been here long.

The boy they took away is James Bell.

We're not 100 percent on the other two yet.

A moment, please.

Get the boys done as quickly as you can and get them away.

I don't want parents identifying them here.

Find out how James Bell is.

Soon as he's able, I want to talk to him.

He just got into A&E.

I want to know where he was when he was found.

How about this?

Converted air pistol.

(Clarke) Brocock.

(Templer) Can we trace it back?

(Clarke) Unlikely, there's so many about.

The serial numbers are gone.

(investigator) Sir?

A live one?

The gun jammed, so he-- Cleared it.

Why here?

(Rebus) What, the school?

No, why this room?

We're a long way in.

He was looking for these boys in particular.

This man holds a grudge.

Walks into the school.

(Rebus) He was sweating.

Okay, runs in.

It's lunchtime.

Most of the school are in the canteen.

It's quiet.

He finds the three boys.

He shoots them, and then kills himself.

(cell phone ringing) Except one's still alive.

(Templer) Sir.

Nine tomorrow morning.

Of course.

Sir.

What do they want?

(Templer) Full report for a press release.

First thing.

(Rebus) Oh, not a lot, then.

Parents and kids need to know we're there for them.

Just them.

They don't care if we achieve containment.

What's to contain?

(Templer) Anger!

Bloody rage.

♪ (Bell) Officers!

Officers, please!

(Templer) Jack Bell.

Here we go.

Bloody journalists!

I'm not making any statements to the press at the moment.

(Bell) I can't find my son.

I think he's in there.

(Clarke) Bell?

(Rebus) Is your son James?

James your boy?

(Bell) Yeah.

(Rebus) He's in the hospital.

(Bell) Sweet Jesus.

♪ (siren blaring) ♪ (Rebus) Listen, I'll leave you to it.

(Bell) Okay.

(Rebus) I hope he's, uh, all right.

(nurse) He's in Three.

I think they're just about done.

(Bell) Do you know how he is?

Sorry, no.

Good luck!

♪ (Rebus) How well does Jamie know Lee Hartman?

Sorry?

Lee Hartman.

He's taught him to sail.

Does he talk about him?

Um, yeah.

He does.

Quite a lot.

He's become a-- Sorry.

A hero.

A bit of a hero.

Is it him?

We don't know yet.

Maybe Jamie can tell us.

James.

He doesn't like Jamie.

And Lee?

Where's he?

(male attendant) Coming through!

(Rebus) He's dead.

(male attendant) Thank you.

♪ Alan?

Alan Renshaw?

(Kate) Dad?

Dad.

♪ It's me.

John.

John Rebus.

♪ (Renshaw) He killed my boy.

He shot him in the head.

He shot him in the face.

♪ (Rebus) Listen, if there's anything I can do, give me a call, eh?

♪ That's my cousin.

Derek Renshaw's dad.

(Clarke) Marty Fairstone walked free this morning.

A couple of months ago, we found ammunition in his car.

-Yes?

-Yeah.

(Clarke) We were sure we could prove it came from Peacock.

(Rebus) Aye, but didn't they work?

Not this time.

Why did Hartman have a gun?

And where did he get it from?

(Clarke) It's a drug dealer's gun.

(Rebus) Who do we know that fixes them up?

(Clarke) Peacock got off this morning by claiming you harassed him.

Harass him some more.

Another one before you go?

I want to be in early.

Pick you up?

(Rebus) No, it's fine.

(Clarke) Don't stay too late.

♪ (laughter) ♪ (Peacock) So she pops it back in again.

And her eyes get bigger and bigger and bigger.

And when she takes it out this time, it says-- (Rebus) Heart of Midlothian.

Celebrating, eh?

With your boys spending the first night in the jail.

(Peacock) Won't you join us, Mr. Rebus?

Pull up a seat.

(Rebus) I will.

Good evening.

I'm John.

-Are you drunk?

-Not very.

(Peacock) These are all my friends, colleagues.

Who remembers names?

(Rebus) Oh-ho, I do.

(Peacock) Lay up another place, Marco.

We've already ordered.

You go ahead.

(Rebus) I'm fine.

That's what I'm after.

-There you go, sir.

-Thank you, Marco.

(Marco) You're welcome.

(Rebus) Sláinte!

Extraordinary thing.

I was just talking about you tonight.

Good things, I hope.

The shooting at the school.

Three lads shot, two of them killed.

Shot with an untraceable gun.

That's what made me think of you.

Ladies and gents, I give you the Peacock.

(Peacock) What did the judge say, Mr. Rebus?

I have been subject to a campaign by Lothian and Borders CID disproportionate to the evidence presented.

You're only embarrassing yourself.

One of those boys was my blood.

♪ (cash register beeping) ♪ (cashier) Next, please.

It's your turn, love.

♪ Scoobs?

♪ Scooby?

Scooby?

♪ Come on, mate.

♪ (knocking) ♪ You bastard!

What do you want?

(Rebus) A wee chat.

♪ Open this.

I'll deal with it.

(Clarke) I was going to tell you about Fairstone.

I knew something was up.

You'll get him.

Not till he beats someone else to a pulp.

Well, make sure it isn't you.

(Clarke) What about Templer?

What will you say to her?

(mellow music) (Rebus) Just that.

That was my cousin's wee boy that was killed.

♪ I'll resign because I can't remain objective.

(Clarke) Never bothered you before.

♪ No, you're right.

I'll do it first up in the morning.

It's that now.

Do you want to stay?

♪ There's a bed made up.

Ah.

Well, in that case, no.

♪ (Clarke) Was that what you wanted to chat about?

(Rebus) Mm-hm.

It's not my case anymore.

♪ I'm sorry about Scooby.

♪ He was a cool cat.

(Clarke) Not funny!

Really not funny!

♪ (door opens, closes) ♪ (Rebus) I need a whisky before bed, Dougie.

-So you do sleep, Mr. Rebus?

-Ah.

Marty, how are you doing?

Can I get you a drink?

I'm not so bad, Mr. Rebus.

Whatever he's having.

I thought you'd be celebrating.

(Fairstone) Oh, aye.

Yous lot never got us, eh?

Give us time, Marty.

Give us time.

Did ya hear about the shooting up at the school?

Aye.

It was a bad one.

Cheers, Mr. Rebus.

(tense music) ♪ (Rebus) Not, there, son.

You piss in your own doorway.

-You got a light?

-Uh-huh.

(Fairstone) You see, I thought Peacock was a wanker as well.

(Rebus) ♪ He's a wanker ♪ ♪ He's a wanker ♪ (Fairstone) He's all right, he's all right.

I'm tellin' ya!

(Rebus) ♪ He's a wanker ♪ ♪ Now smarten yourself up now.

Come on.

That's better.

Now you said you had the good bottle.

-I did!

-Come on, then!

♪ (meowing) Oh, nice cat.

What's his name?

(melancholic music) ♪ How is he?

Not good.

(Rebus) How are you?

You want one?

(Rebus) Ah, yeah, please.

(Bell) How is it?

No pain now?

Good.

Anything else you want?

Are you comfy?

No, no, it's okay.

I'm not going anywhere.

This is a friend.

He's a policeman.

He's been up at the school.

(Rebus) Hello.

I'm John.

I saw you getting carried out.

Can you remember anything about yesterday?

Did you see Derek and Tony getting shot?

Before you?

And Lee?

Did you see what happened to Lee?

(Bell) That's enough.

Shh, shh, shh.

(Rebus) Okay, okay.

You'll hurt yourself.

Nurse!

Shh, shh, shh.

I'll only be a moment.

(nurse) You're all right now.

Take big breaths, okay?

That's it, well done.

(Rebus) I need to talk to him.

(Bell) He's not ready.

(Rebus) I know.

You live 20 minutes from the school.

He's boarding.

My job takes me away.

After his mum died, I didn't cope too well.

James got on better at school than with me.

I thought if he was boarding-- Hartman taught him to sail?

Yeah.

Didn't know he was a bloody psycho.

(tense music) ♪ (breathing heavily) ♪ (Rebus) Don't make assumptions.

Look at all the evidence.

Why was Hartman running?

Where was he running from?

Was he being chased or was he chasing somebody else?

He was fit.

He was a PT instructor.

(Clarke) Maybe he ran to psych himself up.

How well did he know the victims?

To James Bell, he was a bit of a hero.

What about the other two?

Also, Jez Peacock.

Aye, wouldn't you know it?

It's just possible that the ammunition and the gun came from him.

What part did he play?

Last up, why shots to the head?

It's a difficult target, but he went for it.

(Templer) He was in the Army, Special Forces.

He knew how to use a gun.

(Rebus) A trained assassin will take somebody down with a body shot, then...finish them off.

The gun jammed or misfired.

He didn't get Jarvies with the first shot.

Got him with the second.

He didn't even kill James Bell.

-Be thankful for that.

-It was a mess!

James Bell is the only survivor.

I want to thank John for the last 24 hours.

It hasn't been easy.

And for him, personally, very difficult indeed.

I'm taking over this investigation.

♪ A word.

♪ What was that?

I don't enjoy being embarrassed.

Of course not.

You were gonna tell them you were off it and walk away.

Not brief them.

They're far too sure about what happened in that room.

Just because it's your nephew got killed doesn't mean they're wrong.

Point taken.

You're the politician now.

You watch your judgment.

Ask the right questions, not the easy ones.

... off.

Go on, leave it.

I'll keep them up to it.

Better?

Look what I got.

(Rebus) You won't be hearing from him again.

♪ Can you do a DNA for me?

DS Clarke.

Well, in exchange for a chicken Jalfrezi, a cold lager, and several chapatis.

♪ Have you talked to anyone about this?

You.

I'm flattered.

Don't be.

Can you run it?

♪ Any clues who it's from?

A shit called Fairstone.

Really?

We just collected a Marty Fairstone.

He's in a tub back there.

Died in a fire early this morning.

I'll run it.

Thank you.

♪ They're like crows.

You want a drink?

Aye.

♪ I've resigned the case.

Aye?

Why did you do that, then?

Because of you and me being cousins.

Conflict of interest.

Aye, well, I suppose you know best.

♪ (Rebus) Cheers.

Been a long time.

♪ You still a Hibee?

Oh, for sure.

Hey, you gave me a football.

Oh, jeezo.

When?

About 1975.

I was nine.

One of the black and white ones, you know, that the whole team signs.

♪ Aye, my mam says that you're a soldier, but you never came in any kind of uniform so I just reckoned you for a liar.

I was a soldier.

Now you're a copper.

(electronic noise) What is that?

It's Derek's.

It's his computer.

It just--it keeps doing that.

Must be an email or something.

Kate'll stop it when she gets back.

Do you want me to?

Can you?

Aye.

♪ Aye, just go in.

Go right in.

♪ Is it tidy?

Aye, it is.

Aye, he always keeps it tidy.

♪ Who's the gi-- Hiya.

I came by.

I thought you wouldn't mind.

For sure.

(Rebus) Let me give you a hand.

(Kate) Hi, Dad.

Do you mind if I ask you a few questions about Derek?

No.

Did you get on?

Yeah.

Not all the time, but yeah.

When Mum left, we stopped fighting so much.

(Rebus) Aye, mostly you do.

Mostly we did.

Did he have a girlfriend?

Don't think so, no.

So, who's the girl on the laptop?

That's Teri Cotter.

She's a right tart.

He took her out once, but she was leading him on.

Excuse me.

(snoring) ♪ Look, don't go.

This is the first time he's slept since...

It's 'cause you're here.

♪ (Clarke) Postmortem reckons it was about 1:30.

So pretty much this time yesterday.

♪ The bodies were Hartman here, here Renshaw, and Jarvies.

-And Jamie Bell was-- -I know.

I just wanted to remind myself.

♪ Do you know what Rebus thought?

(Clarke) No.

I think he just wanted to see it, not to judge it.

♪ Was it sunny yesterday?

♪ (Templer) Aye.

I think so.

(Clarke) Enough?

(Templer) Oh, yes.

Why does he have to make it so complicated?

It's desperately sad, but it is obvious what happened.

(Clarke) They want us out and the room cleaned up.

They're gonna lock the door and lose the key.

(Templer) Best thing.

(lock clicking) (phone ringing) (Rebus) They didn't suffer.

It was quick.

(Kate) Hello?

(Renshaw) Do you have any fags?

(Kate) It's the police-- they want to talk to you.

(Rebus) I'm fresh out.

(Kate) Dad, what are you doing?

You don't smoke!

(Renshaw) I would just like one.

Tell them to call back tomorrow.

(Kate) Can you call tomorrow?

(Rebus) I'm sure, if you want to speak to James Bell-- (Renshaw) Look, can you just leave it?

Look, it's over and it's done with.

Please.

Leave it.

(Rebus) I'll nip out and get some fags.

For me, just for me.

I'll just be five minutes.

(nurse) Mr. Bell?

There's some people here to see you.

(Bell) Yeah.

Mr. Bell?

DS Clarke.

And this is DCS Templer.

We heard that James is conscious.

He's sleeping, I don't wanna wake him.

No, that's fine.

We can come back.

When do you think he might be able talk to us?

He can't speak.

I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

Some freaked-out storm trooper with a gun gets into the school and shoots my son and you... That isn't enough.

No, it isn't.

(Clarke) Listen, we'll keep in touch through the hospital.

Thank you.

...!

Look, there was something else.

-Yes?

-I was awake all night.

-We're sorry to have woken you-- -No, that's not what-- I remembered something.

The gunman, Hartman.

I know bits about him.

He talked to James a lot.

He had a good mate sent to prison recently.

And?

So I checked back in my paper's archives.

He flipped out, too.

Murdered his wife.

(roar of passing traffic) (door creaks) Hey!

Hey, Teri!

-Oh, ...!

-Can I ask you-- You a perv?

(Rebus) How come you're everywhere I go?

Leave me alone.

What's your picture doing on Derek Renshaw's laptop?

(Teri) Doing what?

-Siobhan.

-That's sick.

(Rebus) Hold on--can I buy you a coffee?

-Not you.

-No!

(Rebus) Just five minutes.

Five minutes.

I'll give you money for the cab home.

(loud grinding) (murmur of nearby chatter) How come you saw my picture anyway?

His dad's my cousin.

Derek Renshaw was a creep.

Oh, he's a creep?

What were you up to last night?

I mean, Peacock's no-- You wrecked my dress!

Look!

Cost a fortune!

(man at nearby table) Easy, big 'un.

-You really wound him up.

-Uh-huh.

What happened after I left?

Nothing I'd tell you.

(beeping and clicking of cash register) You want one?

Or do you just like to watch?

What did you do?

Went driving.

In Peacock's car?

All night?

They drive him, and he sleeps.

He's like a baby.

Can't sleep in a bed.

So you slept?

What's it to you?

I'm a policeman.

(scoffs) Jeez.

I'm not telling you anything.

You with them up at the college?

Uh-huh.

"Uh-huh."

What happened in that room?

I'm not telling you.

Did you know the boys that were shot?

Aye.

I did.

Little James.

He's cool.

He's my mate.

Is he gonna be okay?

It'll take some time.

I'll go and see him.

And Derek you knew?

Certainly did.

Hated him, and Tony.

Always looking at me.

Why were you at the dinner?

(Teri) Peacock invited me.

He's a friend of a friend.

Mr. Hartman?

He is dead, isn't he?

Aye.

(solemn music) ♪ I've got to go.

If that's okay.

♪ Wait.

For your taxi.

♪ (Clarke) Marty Fairstone died in a fire last night.

At least they think it's him.

That's no great loss.

Is that what you came to tell me?

No.

There's a man in Carbrae Psychiatric Unit.

Robert Niles.

He knew Lee Hartman.

Last year he flips out, murders his wife with a pair of scissors.

No warning.

Nothing.

Hartman's mate?

From the regiment.

♪ -The regiment?

-SAS.

Your lot.

Ah.

You know all that stuff.

Aye, I do.

♪ (Clarke) Niles and Hartman went through a lot together.

Caucasus, Afghanistan, Iraq.

He said that when he killed his wife, he knew exactly what he was doing.

♪ -Niles has had a visitor.

-Uh-huh.

"T.

Wolf."

♪ (Clarke) Niles doesn't know Hartman is dead.

(Rebus) Well, now that he's had a visitor, maybe he does.

(whir of pottery wheel) (Clarke) DS Clarke, DI Rebus.

(attendant) I understand Mr. Niles has agreed to see you voluntarily.

For your own safety, I advise you not to go beyond these chairs.

(Rebus) Thank you.

(Clarke) I want to ask you some questions about Lee Hartman.

You served with him in Special Forces on several occasions.

Lee's in a bit of trouble.

We think you can help us.

Was he the kind of man to freak out?

To lose it?

Last time you saw Lee, how did you think he was-- -How long's he been dead?

-24 hours.

Yeah.

(Rebus) Ever think you're back in?

I get dreams I'm back on Exmoor.

Were you in the regiment?

(Rebus) I tried, but I blew it.

-How?

-Wasn't hard enough.

-Lost your bottle?

-Whole bloody brewery.

(sighs) What do you do about the dreams?

Avoid sleeping.

There's no booze in here.

Is that what you do?

Aye.

Did Lee find it difficult to-- Adjust?

No, not so much.

He could always find his way back every time.

Took me with him.

What did Mr. Wolf want to know?

Nothing.

He didn't tell you anything or-- (Niles) Shut up!

(Rebus) What was Lee's skills?

Guns.

Could make anything shoot, hit anything with it.

Well, we think he killed three boys.

And then killed himself.

Did he ever talk to you about wanting to kill anyone?

I mean, do you think that, uh, he could have done such a terrible thing to, uh, defenseless kids?

This is bollocks.

One last question.

Why did you kill your wife?

(dramatic music) (attendant) Come on, Bobby, get off him!

♪ (Clarke) So, what did you get from that?

(Rebus) A scalping.

Yeah, you deserved it.

Aye.

He knew what he was doing.

(Clarke) He certainly did.

He's been trained to do nothing without a reason.

♪ If he can't find a purpose or cope with it, it gets removed.

His wife?

Normal life, love, taxes.

♪ You think it's not his fault?

♪ Not at all.

He's insane.

♪ Hartman was trained in exactly the same way.

The shooting was a mess.

Hartman was in tears.

It doesn't fit.

You're looking for monsters where there are none.

Always.

♪ -Always.

-You know that's why they're all scared of you, don't you?

They think you were in the SAS, but you weren't.

(Rebus) No.

♪ Let me off here.

They're already gathering for the vigil.

♪ (Clarke) You okay?

Yeah.

♪ -Fact or gossip?

-Fact.

Your note was written by Marty Fairstone.

-Really?

-You owe me.

-And the gossip?

-Rebus is in the ... What do you mean?

♪ -It's a good turnout.

-Aye.

There's still good people.

♪ You been scrapping?

Something like that.

♪ -What?

-Dad.

Dad, come on.

♪ Hello.

I thought you were coming back.

♪ Um, I'm sorry-- ♪ (Kate) We'll see you up there.

♪ (phone beeping) (Clarke) I fight my own battles.

-Siobhan.

-Marty Fairstone.

-Yeah.

-You went to his place.

Do me a favor.

You've enough of your own ... without messing with mine.

As soon as I get inside, call that number.

-What?

-Ask for Mr. Wolf.

You don't know his room.

♪ What do I say to him?

Nothing--he won't be there.

Then, why am-- (clerk) Evening, Strathmount Hotel reception.

Gerri speaking.

I'll try his room for you, madam.

♪ (phone ringing) I'm sorry, there's no answer.

Do you want to be put through to his voicemail?

Thank you.

Good night.

Good evening, sir, can I help you?

Um, I've lost the wee key card thingy.

-Room number?

-204.

-Mister?

-Wolf.

T. Wolf.

Only I'm expecting a call from my wife.

(clerk) Yeah, I think she-- -Here you are.

-Thank you.

(clerk) I think you just missed her, sir.

Aw, damn.

(clerk) Evening, Strathmount Hotel reception.

Gerri speaking.

♪ (gate rattling, screeching) ♪ (Clarke) So, what were you doing there with him?

(Rebus) We enjoy the same pint.

(Clarke) It was just a coincidence?

He was just there?

(Rebus) Uh-huh.

-Did you set fire to his flat?

-Don't be ridiculous.

♪ This way.

(Clarke) How is that ridiculous?

You were angry about the boys.

You had the time, you had the opportunity and the motive.

And you were drunk.

How could you be so stupid?

(Rebus) It's Wolf we should be thinking about now.

(Clarke) You're not running this.

He got to Niles before we did.

♪ (Clarke) Why did you go looking for Marty?

Was it just about me?

♪ He's unpacked.

He's obviously staying for a few days.

♪ Shut the door.

♪ This is not your case anymore.

For good reason.

-Your judgment is-- -Ah.

♪ Files.

Army personnel files.

♪ Robert Niles.

Lee Hartman.

Good grief.

Who are all these others?

♪ He didn't have to ask Niles anything.

Just remind him of his duty.

I'm not staying here.

I'll call you.

♪ (door slams) ♪ (jangle of keys) ♪ (liquid trickling) ♪ (phone ringing) ♪ Yep?

Who?

How did she know I was-- Okay.

That would be very pleasant.

Sure, I'll be-- Yeah.

Right away, Sergeant Clarke.

Siobhan.

How lovely.

♪ (door slams) ♪ (attendant) Mr. Wolf?

-How come everybody knows me?

-She left this.

♪ (mournful bagpipe music) ♪ (Rebus) How are you?

(Alan) That day, back in '75.

-Em, you know, I don't remember.

-You left me alone in the park.

I was nine.

You and your mates went off to the pub.

I had to make my own way home.

Some kids nicked the ball.

You ... off then.

You ... off this morning.

And you can ... off now.

(Teri) Get off me!

Leave me alone!

♪ -Just get off me!

-Hey, hey, hey!

I thought we had a date.

(man) This has got nothing to do with you.

Maybe it does, son.

♪ Teri!

You're not safe.

(Peacock) Hey!

You need a lift?

What is it with everyone?

Just leave me be!

(Peacock) It's okay.

We'll get together some other time, eh?

♪ (Teri) What are you on?

(Rebus) Did you see a fire last night?

(Teri) Just bog off!

(Rebus) Do you know Marty?

You must have seen him around.

He was a junkie.

Did errands for Peacock.

Well, him and me spent some time in each other's company last night.

And then the next thing you know, whoof, Marty's toast.

(tense music) He's a one, that Peacock.

Even made it out to look like me.

♪ His problem is... you know it was him.

♪ Ah, you'll be fine.

He likes you.

♪ It's obvious.

♪ Wait!

♪ (clerk) Twenty-four hours in advance.

Cash.

(soft music) ♪ And a tenner deposit for the towels.

♪ Thank you.

♪ (Rebus) What do you do that old man and his car for?

I don't do him!

(Rebus) He's the meanest guy in Edinburgh.

You get more pocket money at home.

-I don't do him!

-What does he want then?

-Company!

-Aw, come on.

He's nearly 60.

(Teri) I give him a wank!

♪ I don't like it.

♪ Lee felt like he owed him something.

Peacock sort of brought him up.

Is that what you think?

♪ Is that how you know him?

♪ Uh-huh.

♪ Did you see the fire?

(music darkens) Yeah.

♪ A big whoosh.

And breaking glass.

And they all came running out.

Peacock was all excited.

♪ What about you and Lee?

♪ (Templer) I've got something to show you.

That's Rebus with Marty Fairstone an hour before he died.

He's not answering his phone.

He's out of control.

I want him, bring him in.

Find him.

(phone ringing) Where are you?

(Rebus) Do me a favor.

You've got to come in.

You're way over your head.

(Rebus) Arrest Peacock.

-She's going crazy as it is.

-Arrest him.

What for?

For Fairstone's murder.

I like my job.

-I don't want to lose it.

-You won't.

(TV playing in background) (door opens, creaks, closes) Major Wolf.

(Wolf) Next time put stuff back the way you found it.

Stripy jim-jams, eh?

So, what did you learn from Robert Niles?

You're the loss adjuster.

You want to know if Hartman freaked out and killed those children.

-And if he did-- -Careful.

You're not even on this case.

And if he did, you want to know who's to blame, yeah?

(tense music) ♪ (Clarke) Templer wants to talk to you.

You look awful.

♪ -Peacock?

-He's in a cell.

Templer's gone mad.

I reckon you've about an hour before he's back out.

(Wolf) Sergeant Clarke?

I owe you a drink.

♪ So?

♪ (Clarke) Derek Renshaw was here.

♪ He was shot from over there, somewhere along this line.

♪ The gun was angled down, but low.

♪ Anthony Jarvies was 5'8".

♪ The bullet goes through his head and through the window.

Again, the gun was low.

He took two shots.

And, at some point, the cylinder jammed.

Hartman was 6'1".

This is not a comfortable shooting height for him.

(Clarke) It was about this time, so the sun would be full in his face.

Someone else?

Shorter?

(Clarke) There's no trace of anyone else in here.

Hartman was shot through the chin.

There are powder burns and cordite residue on his hands and his fingerprints are on the gun.

Everything indicates that he shot himself.

He was crying.

And the other lad?

James Bell.

His blood's somewhere up there.

A fine spray, but apparently it's up there.

He was shot through the mouth, yes?

The bullet took a piece of the occipital with it.

♪ So if the blood is up there... he was shot... by me.

♪ But by the time you're there... you're dead.

♪ (Wolf) Any residue on James's hands?

♪ (Clarke) Yes.

Both.

"Assumed hands raised to shield himself and picks up cordite residue."

(Wolf) Or not.

♪ That's why Hartman was running!

♪ He wanted to stop it!

♪ -91.

-Teri?

92.

-Tell me about James Bell.

-93.

94.

What about him?

-How come he's your mate?

-95.

We learned to sail together in the summer.

(Rebus) With Lee Hartman?

97.

(Rebus) I said, with Lee Hartman?

Yeah.

98.

(Rebus) Who else?

Just the three of us.

(Rebus) You, James Bell, and Lee Hartman?

(Teri) Jeezo, yes!

(solemn music) ♪ (Rebus) Lee didn't shoot those boys, did he?

100.

(Rebus) He didn't shoot himself.

And he didn't shoot James.

(Teri) No.

♪ (Rebus) He wasn't mad, was he?

♪ And they were just boys.

To blow it all for them?

♪ I don't think so.

♪ (Teri) I loved him.

And he loved me.

♪ Well, he said he did.

♪ I wanted to run away.

♪ But he said, "Wait... and we'll walk away."

Did Lee have a gun?

(Teri) I don't know.

♪ Did he?

♪ (Teri) Sometimes.

He mended them for Peacock.

♪ When we went right out to sea, we'd shoot at tin cans.

♪ -Was James unhappy?

-Of course!

(tense music) His mum had died and his dad didn't want him around.

♪ He loved the boat.

We were a sort of family.

It was the best summer.

He didn't wear shoes for a month.

♪ But then the boys came and wrecked it.

The dead boys.

(Teri) Derek found us and he brought Tony.

They got into weed and boozing.

It was ... ♪ -What did Lee do?

-Not much.

♪ When he wasn't around, they bullied James something awful.

♪ He hated them.

♪ Hiya.

You can't talk, can you?

(Bell) No, he can't.

Are you Teri?

You can do this.

(machine beeping) Derek and Tony are dead.

And Mr. Hartman.

Did you know?

I'm gonna tell you a secret.

I'm gonna have a baby.

It's true.

And it's Lee's.

Did you take Hartman's gun?

James, did you take the gun and shoot the boys?

-Wait a minute.

-What have you done?

(Bell) Get out!

Out!

Out.

Look, what you're doing, you could kill him!

-Good!

-Listen, Jack.

Listen, he shot those boys, he shot Hartman, and he shot himself.

You're insane!

I don't know if he wanted to kill himself.

Maybe he was just trying to cover up.

-You're crazy!

-Listen to me.

He was miserable, he was unhappy.

-He blamed you.

-That's crap!

He blamed his mum for dying, he blamed Hartman, her, the boys.

God knows!

I don't know.

Maybe he hated Wednesdays.

I don't know!

But he did it, Jack.

He did.

Go in there and ask him.

(machine beeping) (somber music) ♪ (sirens blaring) ♪ (upbeat dramatic music) ♪ (bright music)