(energetic music) ♪ (soft, tense music) (indistinct chatter) ♪ (children playing) ♪ (soft, dark music) ♪ (Danny) They're that lazy they haul their beds about with 'em.

(speaks in Kurdish) (Si) Hey, we'll have none of that talk.

You speakie ze English.

(Danny) Or I'll have Homer take a lump out of your arse.

(siren) ♪ (Danny) I've got to be somewhere.

(Si) Have a nice time.

I'll see you when I see you.

♪ -Hello.

-Hello, Danny.

♪ (doors close) (soft, tense music) (zipper zips) ♪ (Danny) Tasted just like they did in my dreams, Merlinda.

♪ Your lips.

Just like in my dreams.

♪ (blasts horn) Watching us!

Oh!

Ya dirty old pervert!

(engine revs, tires squeal) (horn blares) ♪ (cell phone ringing) (sighs) (cell phone ringing) (rain pattering) (Siobhan) So where's the summer?

When God made Edinburgh, he meant it to be cold and damp with the occasional day of watery sunshine.

-They said it was gonna be hot.

-Says who?

Them.

(Rebus) It was hot yesterday.

(Siobhan) It must be global warming.

(officer) Sir.

(Siobhan) Can't we do something about it?

-What?

-I don't know.

Protest.

-Write to your MSP.

-John?

A moment, please.

-This is our MSP.

-Trudy.

Trudy Laing.

-Good to see you.

-You know each other?

(Rebus) Oh, yes, yes.

Trudy and I have dined on several occasions.

-Hello, John.

-Trudy's here to report a missing person.

(Trudy) A 24-year-old Kosovan girl.

She was a seamstress back home and I helped her set up business here.

-What's her name?

-Merlinda Kelmendi.

-And when was she last seen?

-Just over two weeks ago.

(Rebus) Well, she's a friend.

You waited two weeks?

I've been away on holiday.

(Rebus) Was anything troubling her?

(Trudy) Yeah.

That's why I'm worried.

There's this young man, Danny McLeese.

She told me that he--he watches her.

(Siobhan) Did she make a complaint against him?

(Trudy) No, no.

(Rebus) You think he's, uh, he's done something?

(Trudy) I don't know, I really don't know.

But I know Merlinda and I just know that she wouldn't leave like this.

(Gill) I think we could make some inquiries.

(Trudy) Good.

I have a photograph.

(soft music) ♪ (Rebus) Okay, I'll look into this.

♪ You're still at the same address, hm?

(Trudy) Yeah.

(Gill) Oh, and you can take Sergeant Clarke along on this.

(Rebus) Very well, ma'am.

(Siobhan) So, you and Trudy Laing?

♪ My ex-wife and Trudy were mates.

♪ I disgraced myself at some do, you know, I was rude to some important person.

There's a surprise.

You never said anything about your ex-wife.

♪ Oh.

♪ God, what a place.

(soft, grim music) ♪ (children playing) ♪ -Constable Henderson?

-Yes, sir.

(Rebus) Have you got an office?

(Ian) It's your car or mine, sir.

-You know why we're here?

-Merlinda, yeah.

-You know her?

-Yeah.

She's in the Tenants Action Group.

I have regular meetings with them.

-What's she like?

-Merlinda?

(dog barking) She's okay.

(Rebus) Trudy Laing says she's been pestered by a Danny McLeese.

(Ian) I don't know about that.

I knew he'd been hanging around outside Merlinda's shop, but when I asked if she wanted him moved, she said she didn't mind him being there.

Him and his older brother Si are the local hoodlums, eh?

(Rebus) Where will we find them?

(children playing) (soft, dark music) ♪ (grill sizzling) (indistinct chatter) Si McLeese, Inspector Rebus and DS Clarke.

(soft, tense music) ♪ I bet you look forward to clocking on in the morning.

♪ (Rebus) I want to speak to your brother.

Why?

What's he done?

(Siobhan) We just want to talk to him.

(Si) I haven't seen my brother in weeks.

(Rebus) Is that normal?

(Si) Danny comes and goes.

(man) Chuck us a beer, man, will you?

Where does he go to?

Am I my brother's keeper?

♪ (Rebus) Do you mind if we look downstairs in your flat?

-Do you have a warrant?

-No.

Then I mind.

(laughs) (dog panting) ♪ (Siobhan) If he turns up, get him to call us.

(Si) You'd better get her out of the sun and into the shade, pronto.

(Rebus) Nice place you've got here.

(Si) If I'd known you were coming.

(indistinct chatter) (sharpening knives) ♪ (children playing) (soft, tense music) ♪ (door opening) ♪ (weeping) ♪ (Gill) We've had something through from Traffic.

-That was quick.

-Well, yes and no.

They've been trying to get hold of Merlinda for a couple of weeks.

(Siobhan) What do they want to see her about?

Her car was involved in an incident.

It's all on your desk.

(Trudy) I can't believe what I'm hearing.

You're telling me that Merlinda's gone off with Danny McLeese, that cretin?

Come on, John, she wouldn't douse that creep if he was on fire!

All the facts point to them having gone off together.

They were seen in her car, kissing.

Also, the local copper offered to move him from outside the shop, she said she didn't mind him being there.

(Trudy) Ian Henderson said that?

No, I don't believe you.

-Oh!

-Ian Henderson is a first-rate policeman, and that scenario simply does not ring true.

-That is what he said.

-John, do you know why you're able to believe in this crap?

Because you don't know what goes on down in that place, And if you did, you would not entertain this notion for a split second.

(vehicle engine running) To the executive building, please.

(soft, tense music) ♪ (indistinct chatter) ♪ (Rebus) Chief Superintendent, what brings you to the mean and melting streets of Knoxland?

(Gill) Senior officers should not be strangers to the shop floor, John.

Well, on the shop floor this morning we have this poor gentleman.

Found by a council worker collecting rubbish.

Do we know who he is?

♪ (Rebus) Not yet.

(Gill) Well, at least we know where he comes from.

(Rebus) It tells us a wee bit more than that.

(Gill) I wait with bated breath.

♪ (Rebus) The victim is very definitely foreign, but I couldn't be specific about his ethnic origin (indistinct), could you?

But the killer could.

Which means that he or she had at least a passing acquaintance with the victim.

(clothing rustling) And there's the language used, you see.

"Kurdish swine."

A bit limp-wristed, don't you think?

Hardly the lingua franca of Knoxland.

It does look like a race crime and we don't need that.

(officer) That's all there is, sir.

Is that it?

-Siobhan!

-And you've never seen him on the estate before?

(officer) I don't think so.

Take this key, see if it fits any door.

(dog barking) Worth a try.

(Gill) We need a swift result on this one.

(seagulls calling) The local MSP is holding her surgery this morning.

-You knew she was coming?

-Profiles are important, John.

-John, what's going on?

-Morning, Trudy.

(Trudy) Good morning.

Not if you're Merlinda Kelmendi it isn't.

She's still missing.

(Rebus) Um, I'll appraise Trudy of the situation on the shop floor.

There's a dead man in there.

Almost certainly murder.

Almost certainly a Kurd.

(Trudy) A Kurd?

Is he a tall man?

Well-built?

(Rebus) Eh, medium height and slim.

Why?

(Trudy) When you said Kurdish, I thought of Sabri Demir.

He's part of our action group.

He does a lot of odd jobs around the estate.

-Well, it's not him.

-Jesus!

Well, if it is a murder, I hope the police will give it their full attention, John.

(seagulls calling) (Rebus) Trudy, Merlinda Kelmendi is an adult.

(dog barking) Now, when an adult goes missing, we make a note of it, we make an appeal, we put out some photos.

Because that's all we can afford to do.

Everybody wants it done on the cheap.

Now for us, on the cheap means deciding what we can and can't afford to do.

Now, remember that next time you promise your voters more for less.

If this is a murder, it will be investigated rigorously.

(Trudy) Well, I guess that's me told.

(Rebus) Yeah.

(Trudy) Hey!

Can't you read?

(Si) He thinks this stuff's a carpet.

(Trudy) I don't care what he thinks.

Do you want to just get him out of there?

(dog panting) (Rebus) How's about it, son?

(indistinct chatter) Come on, Homer.

You're being moved on.

(Trudy) That play area's only just been renovated a couple of weeks ago and already this guy wants to turn it into a bloody dog toilet!

(soft music) (Siobhan) Uh-huh.

Well, we need them by 12.

(siren) (children playing) ♪ Yep.

-No, I know.

-(lock clicks open) Oh.

♪ I'm going to have to call you back.

Okay, bye.

♪ (latch squeaks open) ♪ (cell phone ringing) ♪ (door creaks open) (soft, tense music) ♪ (Siobhan) The council records say this shop is unoccupied.

(Rebus) A new padlock fitted.

♪ Neat job, too.

♪ Blood stains.

(Siobhan) What?

♪ (Rebus) There's blood on this curtain.

♪ (Siobhan) That's Whitemire Detention Center, isn't it?

♪ (indistinct chatter) ♪ (Jim) Inspector Rebus?

(Rebus) That's me.

(Jim) And you must be, well, the other one they mentioned.

I'm Jim Considine.

I'm IC here at Whitemire.

(Rebus) "Detain yes, degrade no."

(Jim) I made it up myself.

Sort of a personal mission statement.

Yet there are those out there who would call me a jailer.

I work for a world-class company and I'm responsible for over a thousand units -in this facility.

-Now-- (Jim) Not all of them are easy to rub along with.

Let them stay in the country?

It wouldn't be enough for some of them.

They're demanding their own family tartan.

You were saying?

(Rebus) I was about to say, it must be a different type of immigrant you're getting these days, Mr. Considine, 'cause when the Rebus clan got off the boat from Gdansk, they were just happy to be here.

Some of them were so glad they went straight back out there and fought for the place.

And some of them never came back.

(indistinct chatter) Now...

I believe you're holding these units here.

(Jim) The Yurgis, sure.

But not the husband.

Have you got him?

Is that what this is?

Muzaffer Yurgi is dead, Mr. Considine.

(Siobhan) Possibly murdered.

We need a formal ID.

We want you to bring his wife through to Edinburgh.

Wouldn't it be more cost effective if you brought a photograph of him to her?

Well, I suppose it could be arranged.

Okay, Mr. Considine.

(soft, tense music) What a strange bloke.

Do you think it's the job?

I think that's a chicken and egg question, Siobhan.

Stop here, would you?

♪ (item clatters) (car door closes) ♪ (Sunburst) I smell pig.

(indistinct chatter) (a person oinks) ♪ (Rebus) Very impressive olfactory powers, Miss?

(Sunburst) Sunburst.

(Rebus) Well, Sunburst, I've recently seen photographs of this terrible place.

Photographs taken from every angle.

And I'm betting that you and your colleagues here have seen the photographer at work.

(Sunburst) And you expect us to help you catch him?

The man in question is dead.

(soft music) ♪ (Sunburst) His... ♪ His family is in there.

He was going to get them out.

(Rebus) How?

(Sunburst) With the help of the law, he said.

That's when I knew they had driven him mad.

-Who?

-The people who sanction such places.

♪ Thanks for your time.

(fire crackling) ♪ Okay, thank you.

(phone beeps off) They've got some forensics for us.

Then go get them and bring them to me.

(change clinking) (Siobhan) Thank you.

(Rebus) There were traces of blood on the sword blade.

One from the dead man, the second anonymous.

-Blood from the curtain.

-Matched the anonymous trace.

(Rebus) Sword was wrapped in the curtain?

Two types of blood on the sword.

(Siobhan) Mm-hm.

-Go on.

-Fibers found on the curtain were from the insulation material on a water heater.

So the sword was probably hidden behind the heater.

And the last thing, there was a coat of arms on the sword.

It belongs to the Bane family.

The sword was stolen from Bane Hall House in Fife six years ago.

Fingerprints?

Not on the handle, but on the blade.

They belong to Danny McLeese.

So forgetting the legal owners for a moment, it could be said that, latterly, this sword has been the sword of Dan McLeese.

(chuckles) (soft, tense music) (children playing) (boy) Hey, Jack!

Watch your car.

-Do you know what this is, son?

-Yeah.

So?

Pay the man.

(dog panting) I'd like that look at your flat now, Mr. McLeese.

My warrant's all in order.

(Si) Bunny, take Homer for a walk.

(clears throat) And keep him out of the play area.

(Bunny) But he loves it in there.

(Si) Well, tell him it's for kids only.

Now go!

(dog panting) (Bunny) Come on, Homer.

(Rebus) Homer?

You're a big Simpsons fan then, eh?

(Si) He's called after a Greek poet.

My brother reads a lot.

(muffled dance music) ♪ You pick your own furnishings?

♪ (soft, eerie music) ♪ (muffled baby crying) (Si) So, what's he done?

Danny?

(crying continues) (Siobhan) Who says he's done anything?

(Si sighs) We just want to talk to him about the death of Muzaffer Yurgi.

(laughs) (Si) So that's it?

Some scrounger gets croaked, you need a quick result, so it's fit up Danny McLeese time?

We haven't said Mr. Yurgi was murdered.

You want to stitch up my brother, go ahead, 'cause you're gonna end up looking so stupid.

Oh?

And why's that?

(Rebus) Thanks for your cooperation, Mr. McLeese.

As I was just saying, not a problem.

(muffled dance music) Big Hearts fan, your brother?

Lives and breathes the Jambos.

♪ Well, we've all got our cross to bear.

♪ Maybe he's telling the truth.

He hasn't seen Danny for weeks.

(Siobhan) Oh?

(Rebus) There was an unused match ticket in the bedroom.

For the last Hearts-Hibs game.

An unused ticket.

How odd is that for someone who lives and breathes the Jambos?

(Siobhan) Very.

As well as being a shame.

(Rebus) What do you mean, a shame?

(Siobhan) For a Hearts fan to miss a big win over Hibs.

(Rebus) Are you some sort of pervert, Siobhan?

(Siobhan) Well, it was a big win, wasn't it?

(Rebus) That has very painful memories for me.

(Siobhan) Sorry.

(Rebus) Come back tomorrow with half a dozen officers and go door-to-door.

"Anyone seen Danny McLeese?"

(Siobhan) That'll be the second thing on our list.

(Rebus) What?

Oh, right.

(soft, tense music) ♪ We can do without the cuffs, Jim.

(Jim) Is there a back door out of here?

No.

♪ (Jim) You can never be too careful.

(cuffs unlocking) ♪ (somber music) ♪ (Siobhan) Has she gone?

(Rebus) Yes, she's gone.

(Siobhan) Her husband's fingerprints turned up on this.

It was sent anonymously to "The Chief of Police, Edinburgh."

Must be what they call the Chief Constable where Mr. Yurgi comes from.

There's a note with it.

It says, "Soon you will hear something explosive on this place."

-Explosive?

-Which is why it was processed and put on file.

When Yurgi spoke to the women at the protest camp, he said he was going to get his family out with the help of the law.

Some sort of blackmail, do you suppose?

"Let my family go or I'll blow up the estate"?

Hmm?

The post mortem's this afternoon, Siobhan.

Let's busy ourselves till then.

(dog barking) (Ian) My boss showed me this when it came in.

Asked for comment.

Doesn't make any sense to me.

Are they friends of yours?

Yeah.

Some people from the Tenants Action Group.

I keep regular contact.

(Siobhan) We should talk to them.

What about?

(Siobhan) Danny McLeese.

(Ian) They haven't seen him.

Did you ask?

No, but they would have said, eh?

(Siobhan) Let's ask them, shall we?

Sally Williams.

Sabri Demir.

Chief Inspector Rebus and Sergeant Clarke.

(Rebus) Mr. Demir.

Trudy Laing mentioned your name.

I also hear that most of your problems here are caused by the McLeese brothers.

(Sally) You heard right.

I run a drop-in cafe.

I've been fire-bombed three times.

Afterwards, Si McLeese always shows up and tells me I should get security.

-Pay him protection.

-Ah-ha.

And do you pay?

No.

Mr. Demir?

They call me names, is all.

(Ian) Sabri's too big for them to do much more.

Isn't that right, Sabri?

(Rebus) Has anybody seen Danny McLeese?

No.

(Rebus) No?

Well, the dead man is Mr. Yurgi, a Kurd on the run from the immigration people.

Did you know him?

(Sabri) I know Mrs. Yurgi and her children.

-From back home?

-From Whitemire.

(Rebus) Whitemire?

You go there, do you?

(Sally) Trudy Laing got Sabri to join the group who monitor Whitemire.

(Sabri) Please, Mrs. Yurgi, how is she?

(Rebus) Well, she identified her husband this morning.

As you can imagine, she's very upset.

(distant dance music) (Sabri) Please, excuse me.

♪ (Ian) I expect, you know, fellow countrymen and all that.

♪ (Rebus) Muzaffer Yurgi was hit just once.

(Siobhan) Once?

(Rebus) The blow killed him.

(office sounds) Cerebral aneurysm.

The kind of thing that does for boxers.

Don't think you've got it and then pop!

(Siobhan) Where does the sword come in?

(Rebus) Hardly broke the skin.

And it was used after he was dead.

What's that about?

To cover something up?

To confuse us?

Well?

What's the verdict?

Probably murder.

Bollocks!

(Rebus) Mr. Demir lives on Knoxland.

He's Kurdish.

Occupation: handyman.

We think he knew Mr. Yurgi.

(Gill) Then lift him.

(Rebus) Not yet.

-Where are you going?

-To see Trudy Laing.

(soft music) ♪ Mr. Demir.

♪ Thanks for coming.

♪ A visitor brings ten blessings, eats one and leaves nine.

♪ A Kurdish saying, I think.

(Sabri) I don't know many sayings.

Well, for a policeman, a visitor doesn't leave blessings.

He leaves traces of his visit.

Take the shop that Muzaffer Yurgi was hiding in, for example.

I think you visited him.

And I know that you will have left traces.

Fingerprints on the lock on the door, for example.

Now I have no desire to see you punished for something that I would have done in the circumstances.

Muzaffer came to me for help.

So I helped.

Muzaffer was murdered.

Do you have any idea who could have done such a terrible thing?

(Sabri) McLeese, the young one.

He once threatened Muzaffer.

Maybe it was he who hit him.

Hit him?

Who told you he'd been hit?

I mean kill.

My English.

We know there was a sword in the cupboard.

Do you know anything about that?

No.

What about his plans to free his family?

Did he ever speak about that?

(Sabri) I know of no plan.

You are right.

It is a terrible thing to take a life.

The greatest sin against God.

In my homeland, I always say our struggle for freedom should be without killing.

Even when I am put in jail and tortured, I still say no killing.

No killing.

May I go now?

(soft music) ♪ Oh, there is another Kurdish saying that it is more difficult to contend with yourself than with the world.

That's true, Mr. Rebus.

♪ (Trudy) It was good of you to see him.

Sabri's a good friend.

(Rebus) Well, I thought, you know, an informal chat, away from the cop shop.

♪ A trusted friend nearby.

(Trudy) Yeah.

♪ (Rebus) I guess he's come through quite a lot just to be here.

♪ (Trudy) Yeah, you guessed right.

♪ That said, there aren't many that would go to this amount of trouble for him.

Well, as I was saying to someone else recently, my own people came to this country as strangers and some of them had to go through quite a lot.

♪ Then your family can be proud of you, John.

♪ (cell phone ringing) ♪ (machinery whirring) (policeman) Stand back there.

♪ (metal creaking) ♪ (thudding) (cell phone ringing) ♪ -Hello?

-Hi, it's Trudy.

Did something happen to do with Sabri?

(John) Why do you ask?

He just seemed troubled.

And now he's not answering his phone.

-Maybe he's gone out.

-John, he doesn't go out.

He's got the action group and the singles club, but neither are on tonight.

John.

John, are you there?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

(knocking) Mr. Demir?

(suspenseful music) Mr. Demir?

♪ Mr. Demir!

♪ (crashing) ♪ Mr. Demir?

(door creaking) ♪ Mr. Demir?

♪ (door creaking and slamming) Good morning, Siobhan.

(Siobhan) When they told me where to pick you up, I thought they were joking.

Do you believe in this stuff?

I try.

Though I could understand why you wouldn't, being young and no doubt existentialist.

Watching people try to be good, it's an antidote to the job.

Makes me feel positively optimistic.

Does he have any family?

(Ian) No.

But he was desperate to start one.

He even went out and joined a singles club.

Used to wind him up about that.

Grab a granny night, was it?

Aye, stuff like that.

"No, Jan," he'd say.

Never could quite manage "Ian."

"There are some fine young ladies at the singles club.

You should come down and see for yourself."

You're not married then, no?

Decree nisi.

Decree absolutely absolute here.

He was an impressive man, wasn't he?

We lost our son.

He was five years old.

He had this syndrome called Tay-Sachs.

Something like that either pulls you together or blows you apart.

Decree nisi.

When I talked to Sabri about my boy, he started to cry.

And I mean cry.

A grown man like that who'd come through what he came through, and he could cry over a kid that he never even knew.

Yeah, it was impressive.

Thanks for coming, Sally.

Some questions about Sabri.

(Sally) Of course.

(soft music) ♪ I'm sorry I'm no help, but I hadn't seen much of Sabri recently.

I don't know why he would do that to himself.

(cell phone ringing) (John) I'm sorry, excuse me.

Uh-huh?

What have you got?

(Siobhan) The same paint that was used at the murder scene.

You can even see where he kept the paint pot.

Sabri murdered Yurgi.

(John) Forensics confirmed it's a single blow to the head.

Maybe there was an argument.

Sabri lost it, he's a big man.

He lashed out.

(Siobhan) He can't hide the body, so he makes it look like a race crime and incriminates McLeese with the sword.

(eerie music) ♪ (John) "It's harder to contend with oneself than with the world."

Oh, God.

He was trying to tell me what he was out to do.

(metal screeching) Oh, come on.

Okay, we'll walk.

-It's this way.

-Sabri did it?

(John) And then killed himself.

The paint's being analyzed, but there's no doubt.

(Gill) Well, I asked for a speed and I got it.

Thanks for that.

If this had dragged on, it could've turned very nasty.

Oh, John?

We could now face accusations of being too efficient.

(John) Well, that's what happened.

(Gill) Yeah, I know, but Yurgi dies, we go after McLeese.

When we can't find him, hey, presto, it's not a race crime after all, it's immigrant kills immigrant?

(Siobhan) And then the one who did it kills himself.

(Gill) And that could be seen as convenient.

We have to find McLeese.

If he's with Merlinda, he has a perfect alibi.

(ominous music) (Si) How many times do I have to say it?

(John) You haven't seen Danny in weeks, uh-huh.

But you could get in touch with him if you want.

-It's in his interests.

-Whoa, we decide what's in our interests, not you.

(John) Don't come with Don Corleone with me, son.

You're a petty crook living in a high-rise.

You rob, you extort, you leach off the old, the weak, the vulnerable.

-In short-- -You're entitled to your view.

Oh, there's an alternative, is there?

(Si) View?

No.

A reason maybe, if you're interested.

Come on then.

We were brought up in Banehall, a mining village.

My old man worked in the pits till one day 10 years ago, they told him they didn't need him anymore.

So he brought us here.

But he also brought this terrible hacking cough, and it killed him.

So me and Danny swore we'd never be like him.

A loser.

Hey, I'm not asking anybody to love us for it.

(soft music) ♪ What's the matter?

Cat got your tongue?

-Thanks, Mr. McLeese.

-For what?

♪ (John) Well, the McLeese boys left here 10 years ago.

The sword was stolen six years ago.

♪ Danny takes trips down memory lane.

He goes home now and then.

♪ -What?

-Did I hear Dueling Banjos.

Edinburgh?

Big city to the south of here.

I know that.

Joke, Constable.

Now, it's about the McLeese brothers.

Never heard of them.

-Well, why don't we ask-- -Maisie?

Doesn't know what day it is.

(Maisie) They left Banehall 10 years ago.

But Danny's come back.

(Maisie) Him and that Jacky Hines, thick as thieves.

(John) Big Jacky Hines.

All right, doll?

What do you want, Plod?

It's me that's wanting, Mr. Hines.

Want information on Danny McLeese, like when you last saw him.

(Jacky) Yeah, well, I don't talk to the cops about my pals, all right?

Okay.

Let's talk about police assault instead.

(grunting) What police assault?

(John) The one you committed just two seconds ago on my good self, on my private person.

I've never commit no police assault.

-Witnesses, please?

-I saw it.

-What?

-He saw it as well, and the shock of it's rendered him speechless.

Now if this continuous assaulting does not stop soon, I'm going to be forced to restrain you and give you a severe doing, Mr. Hines.

-Can the "doll" go first?

-What?

(John) Dolls before guys.

-Only good manners there.

-Ohhh!

All right!

I saw Danny about three weeks ago.

Ah!

Early morning.

He wanted a lift back to Edinburgh.

(John) How did he get here if he didn't have a lift?

In a car!

He couldn't take it back.

I have to look after it for him.

(Siobhan) So where is it?

(solemn music) ♪ (Jacky) Wait.

♪ (flies buzzing) ♪ (coughing) ♪ What is it?

A girl, Mr. Hines.

A dead girl.

♪ (John) Right.

Tell me about Danny's visit.

(Jacky) Uh, he stayed for the day.

We did some drugs and then I drove him back to Edinburgh.

-To Knoxland?

-Yeah.

I tried to get him indoors.

He was off his face, carrying a sword.

I tried to get him off the streets, you know?

Tell me about the sword.

Um, he stole it years ago.

He gave it to me.

But he wanted it back, he said he needed it.

-Did he tell you what for?

-No.

I could see he was in some kind of trouble, like.

His face was all scratched, and when I asked him about it, he just said it was somebody who'd been two-timing him.

Did he ever tell you a name?

No.

When I pressed him, he just clammed up.

And no wonder, eh, 'cause she's only out there going ripe in my yard.

(somber music) (brakes screeching) ♪ (John) Listen, you sure you want to do this, yeah?

(Trudy) It's the least I can do for Merlinda.

♪ (John) Do you want me to come in with you?

(Trudy) Yeah, please.

♪ (John) You okay?

(Trudy) Yeah.

Yeah.

Do you ever get used to that?

Seeing people like that?

(John) Some do, some don't.

-Not you?

-No.

(Trudy) I thought that'd be your answer.

I'm glad I was right.

Oh, God!

For a more innocent time, John.

What ever happened to the Edinburgh of kind masters and faithful wee dogs?

(John) That Edinburgh gave us Burke and Hare as well.

(Trudy) Yeah, I guess it did.

(bells chiming) She had a break-in.

(Trudy) What?

Oh, no, well, attempted.

She disturbed the burglar.

Busy girl.

She worked so hard.

This place meant everything to her.

(John) That stuff, I've seen it before.

She used that to make curtains for the community hall.

(ominous music) (Bunny) Come, boy.

Come away, come away!

♪ Come on!

Good boy.

♪ (woman) Just close the door behind you.

(metal rattling) (soft music) ♪ (John) I need Forensics, I need them now.

I want them to comb every inch of that place.

I found a blood spray on the curtain.

(dramatic music) ♪ The amount of blood in there, they're sure that somebody must've been killed in that hall.

Blood spray high on two walls.

Blood soaked into the flooring.

Do they know whose?

Matched the skin found underneath Merlinda's fingernails.

Danny?

(John) Uh-huh.

And I think I know where he is.

(solemn music) ♪ (indistinct radio chatter) ♪ -Anything yet?

-Uh, no, but you might want to think about this.

What if it was this that Yurgi was talking about?

The play area, not the whole estate.

You'll learn something explosive in the play area.

(Siobhan) Yurgi had the sword wrapped in a curtain taken from the community hall.

Maybe he was there.

Maybe he was involved in it.

(woman) Inspector!

Well, you better get down there, John.

♪ (sighing) ♪ (sighing) ♪ So that's why the walls were covered in blood.

He was butchered.

Repeated heavy cuts with a straight blade.

(Siobhan) The sword.

The pathologist reckons McLeese has been dead for about three weeks.

Do we know how many groups use that hall?

There's a full list.

Only a couple fit the timeframe.

(telephone ringing) (children playing) (Si) You found my brother's killer yet?

(John) It's my number one priority.

(Si) I'll bet it is.

You don't care about us.

But them!

One of them gets killed, you can't wait to pin it on the nearest white man, like my brother.

(John) I will catch your brother's killer, Mr. McLeese.

(Si) No.

You won't.

You're too late.

(John) Mrs. Williams?

Can you help me with something?

Maybe.

Can you remember when the last meeting of the community action group was?

About a month ago, 15th or 16th.

(John) Who was there?

(Sally) Myself and Sabri.

Merlinda, well, as you know, she couldn't be there.

(John) That's all?

No one off the estate?

No.

Apathy, you see.

They seldom come.

So, um, by the time you locked up, nothing out of the ordinary had taken place?

No, nothing.

Something wrong?

(plastic crinkling) Thanks, Mrs. Williams.

She was lying.

(Siobhan) Why?

(John) She was scared of Si McLeese.

Well, they're all frightened of him.

She's paying protection.

She said she wasn't.

(John) Don't believe it.

And Merlinda was paying too.

Yeah.

Merlinda was seeing somebody else.

A young woman trying to make it on her own.

(ominous music) ♪ Merlinda and Si in here?

♪ (John) Danny finds out, kills Merlinda, Si kills Danny.

♪ No one has secrets here for long.

♪ (doors creaking) ♪ (camera shutter clicking) ♪ (Trudy) Merlinda and Si McLeese?

I just can't see it.

I'm not saying it was love's young dream.

I feel so responsible.

I set her up, I made her believe that she could make a go-- Oh, God.

If only I'd gone along there that night, this might never have happened.

-Do you normally go there?

-Yeah, I couldn't make it.

I had to send a groveling apology to Sally.

Why her?

She's the minutes secretary.

Very punctilious.

Really?

Well, I can imagine that.

So anyone who turns up at the meeting, she'll have taken notes of it?

Yeah, yeah.

What about young McLeese?

Did he ever turn up?

(Trudy) Yeah.

Sometimes he would come along and make a nuisance of himself, and when he got bored doing that, he would just leave.

(John) And the minutes?

(Trudy) Sally has them.

-Anything to eat?

-No, thank you.

That last meeting, three weeks ago.

-Is the minute here?

-It isn't?

I must've--I've got the notes somewhere at home, but I just haven't got around to, you know, writing them up.

Ah.

(indistinct chatter) (John) Was young Danny there at all that evening?

I don't think so, no.

With the constable being there, he wouldn't have gone.

No, of course not.

Thank you.

Thanks for the tea.

(children playing) (dramatic music) ♪ (Ian) Hey!

Who did this to my car?

Oh.

♪ Here.

♪ -Well?

-Homer.

♪ (machinery whirring) ♪ (cell phone ringing) -Hello?

-Good news and bad.

There were traces of someone having been in that bed with Merlinda.

Bad news, it wasn't Si McLeese, because whoever it was has a very distinctive DNA.

What do you mean "distinctive"?

He's a carrier of a disorder called Tay-Sachs.

-Heard of it?

-Yeah, I wish I hadn't.

♪ But I have.

You get over here.

♪ (elevator dinging) (suspenseful music) ♪ (Si) 'Cause Danny's innocent, and they'll be able to prove it.

♪ So go ahead.

♪ I'm gonna enjoy this.

♪ The truth.

♪ Don't think that I'm stupid.

Don't you ever think that.

♪ I know what you did.

♪ I just need to hear the truth.

♪ Oh, ...

He's pissing himself.

♪ I'm sorry!

(Si) Don't let go.

♪ The truth.

That you killed my brother.

(John) Bunny, you hold on tight there.

♪ That's true.

He killed your Danny.

Don't!

He killed him with a claymore.

You did that?

Geez-oh!

(Si) That's my wee brother!

♪ (yelling) (John) Simon!

Stop!

He'll go to prison for a long time.

You have my word on that.

♪ But if you push him... (soft music) (crying) ♪ (clanking) The notes from the tenants' meeting.

Those present: Sally Williams, Sabri Demir, Constable Henderson.

What happened that night?

Sally left.

I stayed to help Sabri tidy up.

And Danny turned up.

Out of it.

He said things about Merlinda.

Terrible things.

Then I knew what he'd done.

He attacked me with that sword.

(grunting) We fought.

-I got it off him.

-Well, you've got it.

The sword.

Don't know how.

And then I looked in his stupid, sneering face.

Are you gonna use it or what, Henderson?

Have you got the balls?

And I snapped.

(grunting) (thudding) Sabri went for help, for Yurgi.

But McLeese was dead.

I'd killed him.

Sabri and Yurgi cleaned up as best they could.

(scrubbing) He kept the sword with my prints on it.

Said he'd expose me if I didn't get his family out of Whitemire.

Thought that a policeman could do anything.

There's no secrets in a place like that.

When Sabri found out about the blackmail, he was furious.

They argued.

Sabri lashed out.

And Yurgi died.

Merlinda, dead.

Yurgi and Sabri.

A young woman and two good men, destroyed.

And all because of that little... A young woman and three good men, I think.

I loved her, you know.

Merlinda.

I really loved her.

(Trudy) No, no, no, I've just heard.

I don't know if there's anything we can do at the moment, to be honest, you know?

Um, yeah, well... um, I've got to go just now, okay?

-Okay, bye.

-I'll not keep you.

(Trudy) No, you're fine, really.

How can we help him?

He killed a man.

Can't walk away from it.

Of course not.

He loved her.

Hard to find in a place like that.

(telephone ringing) (Trudy) Look, I've got food in.

Do you want to... No.

Um, listen, thanks for coming.

Thanks, thanks for telling me.

Let me just get that, maybe we could go out for a drink or something.

(solemn music) ♪ Sally, hi.

♪ Yeah.

I know.

♪ (pouring) ♪ (male singer) ♪ I don't want to know about evil ♪ ♪ I only want to know about love ♪ ♪ I don't want to know about evil ♪ ♪ I only want to know about love ♪ ♪ Yes, it's getting hard for me to listen ♪ ♪ Hard for me to use these eyes ♪ ♪ All around the cold is glistening ♪ ♪ Making sure it cuts me down to size ♪ ♪ I don't want to know about evil ♪ ♪ I only want to know about love ♪ ♪ I don't want to know anything about evil ♪ ♪ I only want to know about love ♪ ♪ I'm waiting for the planes ♪ (bright music)