(tense rock music) ♪ (grim music) (chatter) ♪ (news reporter) As the city prepares this week for the World Trade Summit and an influx of protesters, police have stated they are confident they've enough manpower to deal with the situation.

♪ But some are putting the estimated numbers of people traveling to Edinburgh as high as 200,000.

(chatter) ♪ (Rebus) Excuse me.

♪ -Mickey!

-Ah, Johnny boy.

Didn't think you were gonna make it.

I thought you'd have your hands full with these demos.

(Rebus) No, that's uniform, Mickey, I'm CID, remember?

What do you want?

(Mickey) Eh, no, I've got you one coming.

(Rebus) What about you?

Fourth Estate closed down for the football, is it?

(Mickey) Got to get things into perspective, haven't you?

Football's not a matter of life and death.

(both) Far more important than that!

-Thank you.

-Ah!

(Rebus) I think we're in the final, Mickey.

(laughing) (both) Come on, you Hibs!

(phone ringing) What is it, Siobhan?

This a bad time?

(loud bar chatter) Sorry.

Unidentified body near Macintosh House Hotel.

-What?

-A body.

Near Macintosh House.

No witnesses, no scene-of-the-crime evidence, no ID.

Templer wants you to take a look.

All right.

I'll be there.

(background laughter) (dark music) Enjoy the game.

♪ (Clarke) No wallet, car keys, nothing.

Stabbed repeatedly with a long blade.

(Rebus) Stabbed through the clothes?

(Clarke) Looks like it.

(Rebus) All right.

Secure the area.

Check DNA, the usual.

I think our paths have crossed before.

-Gangland killing?

-Well, could be.

Muggers don't usually dump the body, do they?

Is there a pub around here?

A pub?

I might catch the second half.

(Clarke) I'll check the guest list at the hotel, see if anyone's missing.

I'll do that as well, shall I?

(Rebus) Uh-huh.

(horn honking) (door closes) What the hell's going on here?

And you are?

SO12.

Who are you?

Ah, care to show some ID?

How long are you gonna be here?

As long as is necessary, it's a crime scene.

ID?

As you're probably aware, assorted world leaders including our very own Prime Minister are staying at Macintosh House this week for the Trade Summit.

Your presence here is going to be very tricky for security.

Commander Steelforth, Special Branch.

DI Rebus.

Hibs Supporters Club.

And a crime scene is a crime scene, no matter what sideshow is going on.

Sideshow?

You do know who I am, don't you?

(Clarke) We intend keeping a lid on it, sir.

As soon as SOCOs are finished, that's us, done and dusted.

All right, well, I'll tell the Chief Constable that I have your full cooperation and understanding.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

What?

Sook.

(indistinct chatter) (Gunner) Gill.

Have a word?

-It'll have to be quick.

-Macintosh House.

Can you close down the crime scene till after the summit?

Can't do.

A week's a long time in a murder inquiry.

We both know that.

I hear on the grapevine it's a gangland thing, some thug getting his just desserts.

We don't know that for sure, we haven't ID'd the body yet.

-What's going on?

-SO12 have made it clear it's compromising security.

-We can't help that.

-I know, listen.

I'm with you, but it's not up for discussion.

They want our people out of there.

Can't you do something about this?

I doubt it.

(tense music) ♪ (phone ringing) DS Clarke, CID.

(Templer) Just concentrate on getting an ID.

Then we go back to the dump site after the summit.

(Rebus) It'll be contaminated by then.

Security will be all over it.

Why'd you let them push you around like that?

Because they're my superiors, and that's how it works.

They push me around, I push you around.

It's the natural order of things.

There's been an incident at the castle.

They want us up there now.

(dramatic music) ♪ (protestors chanting) ♪ (banging on windshield) (Rebus) Oh... (whistles blowing) (Clarke) They do have a point, you know.

(Rebus) Well, that's fine.

I just wish they'd change the world somewhere else.

(chanting continues) (dark music) (indistinct chatter) ♪ There was a dinner with some serious bigwigs and one of them jumped; I'm trying to get statements, but they're diplomats, they won't speak to me.

Look, hold on.

Start at the beginning.

There was a dinner?

To do with the Trade Summit, sir.

One of the guests left the meal, came out onto the ramparts, and jumped, or fell.

-He's dead?

-Afraid so.

Nobody seems to have seen what happened.

(Rebus) Well, what about these?

(Steelforth) Well, the system's down, I'm afraid.

This is a terrible thing, it's absolutely shocking.

It's an extremely bright young man, apparently.

(Rebus) Siobhan, go and see if you can find a witness.

♪ Did you know the deceased?

(Steelforth) Only by reputation.

Ben Webster.

Junior International Development Minister.

On the rise, I'm told.

(Rebus) Not now.

I bet this is the last thing you need, eh?

(Steelforth) I can live without it.

(Rebus) I need to speak to the last person who saw him alive.

Who was sitting next to him at dinner?

(Steelforth) I've no idea, Inspector.

It's Rebus, isn't it?

I didn't draw up the seating plan.

(Clarke) I can't find a witness who saw anything, but people heard something.

He screamed as he fell.

(Steelforth) Well, I'm gonna leave it in your capable hands, I'm afraid.

I need to look after our guests.

(Rebus) Now, in my experience, when somebody jumps, they don't scream.

You stay around, see if you can get some statements.

I'll see if I can get some more information on Mr. Webster.

♪ (bell dings) (chatter) DI Rebus, you have a Mr. Webster staying here.

-Can I see his room?

-The police are there already.

(grim music) ♪ CID.

You Special Branch?

No chance I could, eh, I could get in there?

Mm, okay.

(chatter) Bit crowded up there.

So, what's the story?

Oh, can't say, very hush-hush.

Did you notice any strange behavior when he was here?

(receptionist) Not really.

Here for the Summit.

Seemed quite nice.

Let's see, he was in the Victoria Suite.

A suite.

Mm.

(receptionist) Very little room service.

No, nothing odd at all.

Very swanky for a government minister, us poor taxpayers having to foot the bill.

Not in this case.

Room's paid for by Pennen Industries.

They've got a few people staying here over the Summit.

(solemn music) Siobhan, could you check out a company called Pennen Industries for me?

There's something going on here, and I don't like it.

♪ (woman) Thanks.

♪ -David.

-Rebus?

What brings you here?

(Rebus) I want to get first look at the report on Ben Webster.

I can't give you anything yet, I haven't examined him.

I've just got the formal ID.

-From whom?

-His sister.

His parents are dead.

(Rebus) I need to know if there was a struggle before he fell.

I can't promise you anything.

He probably broke every bone in his body.

-Was that his sister just left?

-Uh-huh.

Stacy Webster.

♪ (sighs) I'm DI Rebus.

I'm sorry about your brother.

Did you know Ben?

No, no.

But I'm trying to find out what happened.

How come you're alone here?

There's no one with you from the government?

What, you think they give two hoots about him now?

Development Minister kills himself on the eve of the World Trade Summit.

Not exactly the headlines they wanted.

You think it was suicide?

(sighs) All I know is that he didn't leave a note, so... we'll never know for sure.

When did you last see him?

Not for a while.

He's based in London these days.

Well, was based in London.

I'm in Glasgow.

I just came through for the demos.

Look, um, come on, let's buy a drink or something.

Uh, no, it's okay.

I'm gonna go for a walk, need some air.

(Rebus) Well, I'll walk with you.

You two weren't that close?

(Stacy) I didn't say that.

We texted, emailed.

Ben was always busy.

He worked in Foreign Aid, deciding which African nation deserved our help.

(Rebus) Ah.

Hence the, uh, slap-up dinner at the castle, yeah?

(Stacy) He'd have appreciated the irony.

But he really wanted to make a difference.

(traffic rushing) (sighs) Sorry.

(sniffles) I can't believe this has happened.

He just didn't even look like himself in there.

That's okay, that's okay, you don't need to apologize.

Look, you can ask me did Ben have enemies, money problems, all that sort of stuff.

I just don't have any answers for you, sorry.

I--he could've fallen, it's possible.

I just...

He never could hold his drink, I don't know.

(Rebus) Well, I just need to make sure.

(drumming, whistles blowing) (indistinct protesting) (Stacy) Look, um, if you want to talk again, um, just give me... give me a day or so.

(writing) That's my mobile number.

-Okay?

-Okay.

And I really am sorry.

(drumming, whistling continues) -You sound like you mean it.

-I do, I had a brother, he died in his early 30s.

Look, why don't I give you a lift?

The city's gonna be closed down with that lot.

(clears throat) It's okay.

I need some air.

(car approaching) (horn honks) (engine shuts off) (Clarke) I really hate it when you do that.

-What?

-Go incommunicado.

I had to guess you'd be here.

Who's that?

Webster's sister.

You know her?

What did you get on Pennen Industries?

I haven't had time.

Sorry.

But our stab victim's not on our DNA database or any other database.

No criminal record.

I've got a feeling this isn't a gangland thing after all.

Sir!

Well, talk to me when you've found out who the victim is, okay?

And when you get that stuff I asked you for.

Hang on a minute.

We've got Special Branch breathing down our necks to get this cleared, and you're dumping it all on me.

Come again?

We need to get our finger out.

Well, you've always wanted to prove yourself.

Now's your chance.

On you go.

(Templer) We've tracked the source of the dead man's clothing.

It's an overall supplied to garages throughout the city by the same company.

I want to know if anyone who was working in one of them is missing.

And I want some kind of reconstruction on the news by tonight.

Somebody might recognize him by his clothes.

Let's give this poor bastard a name.

(chatter) How's it going with Special Branch?

Still their bitch?

(Clarke) Here.

Pennen Industries, used to be part of the MOD but it was sold off.

It's all I could get.

And you don't deserve it.

(mellow music) ♪ (Mickey) I didn't cover that story, but I know that Pennen bought his company off the MOD at a knock-down price.

That's, uh, that's A, press A.

Why they sold so cheap is anybody's business, but I suspect a bit of jiggery-pokery.

(Rebus) So, um, Pennen made a bit of a killing then?

(Mickey) He wasn't broke before.

He made a fortune developing components for smart weapons.

That's B.

Press B.

(Rebus) These are the ones that come back, killed at your own side.

(Mickey) You can make the weapons smart, there's ... all you can do about the guy firing them.

He doesn't like to say he sells "arms," he prefers "technology."

Bit touchy about it apparently.

(Rebus) Why would Webster have dealings with him?

(Mickey) Well, African nations are into high-tech businesses too.

Pennen's in town, trying to drum up some trade.

What is the official language of Madagascar?

I know this, I know this, it's, uh, Malagasy.

-Malagasy, right?

-Yeah, press A.

No, the--the most interesting thing about Webster is what happened to his mother.

She was murdered about five years ago in Gullane.

I covered it when I was at "The Herald."

So, the sister comes home to visit, finds her beaten to death.

Never got the guy.

-That was Webster's mother?

-Uh-huh.

Maybe the grief caught up with him in the end, eh?

Why are you so interested anyway?

-Off the record?

-Yeah.

I think SO12 are trying to brush this under the carpet.

Somebody's already decided it's a suicide.

And you don't think it was?

I don't know.

The thing is, nobody else does either.

I'll see what I can find.

(male voice) Got you!

(bell ringing, sirens wailing) (grim music) ♪ (Clarke) Hi there.

The girl in the office said I should talk to you.

(mechanic) Oh, aye.

About what?

(Clarke) Any of your employees not turned up for work in the last few days?

-Trevor called in sick yet?

-No, nothing yet.

-Trevor?

-Aye, he's missed a few days.

Haven't heard anything.

I'm sorry to do this, but is this him?

♪ Christ!

(Clarke) Is it?

What can you tell me about him?

(phone ringing) ♪ -Rebus.

-David Steelforth.

Wonder if I could have a word.

My hotel, Caledonian Suite, eight o'clock.

♪ (pouring) Thank you for giving me your time, Inspector.

How's the Macintosh House case coming along?

Is there any chance we can clear it up before the Prime Minister arrives?

(Rebus) Doubt it.

(Steelforth) What if I gave you a few extra men?

I mean, you must be swamped with all these protesters all over the city.

We can manage.

The eyes of the world will be on Edinburgh, Rebus.

You don't want to screw it up.

I wasn't planning to.

You wanted my boss to put this case on the back burner.

Now you want it prioritized.

-What's going on?

-Oh, I just want the Summit to run as smoothly as humanly possible.

Do you have a problem with that?

Why were your men searching Webster's room?

Security.

There was nothing suspicious.

And it's none of your business.

Was Richard Pennen at the Castle dinner?

Back off.

It was suicide.

Webster was an emotionally volatile man.

Just concentrate on the stabbing and you'll be doing everybody, including the Prime Minister, a favor.

(footsteps echoing) Oh, have you got a minute?

(Templer) I was just gonna grab something to eat.

Why don't you join me?

You sure you don't want any of this?

There's dumplings in that one.

Noodles.

Salted prawns.

(Clarke) No, thanks.

Chinese food gives me palpitations.

Um, good news is I've got an ID on our stab victim, Trevor Guest.

Worked at Keogh's Garage for two years.

Pretty ordinary man.

No known enemies.

So, what was this then?

Just a random killing?

What does Rebus think?

Um, no idea.

He's looking into the castle incident.

Why?

(Clarke) He seems to know the victim's sister.

You want me to call him?

No.

It's okay.

I'll speak to him.

(chatter) What's that got to do with the price of coal?

Just a little matter of a Minister of the State falling to his death.

(Templer) And we've just ID'd a murder victim, so can you explain to me why you're sitting here?

Webster was mixed up with Pennen.

I'm just trying to dig a little deeper.

(Templer) No, you just want to wind up Steelforth.

Don't.

They're the big boys and they don't ... about.

Siobhan needs your help, so I want you in the office first thing tomorrow morning, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, okay?

(door opens, closes) (rock music playing) What was that, sorry?

I said, can I buy you a nightcap?

Sure.

That sounds good.

(Rebus) And can we talk about your mother?

Eh, where are you?

I'm in the town.

Can you meet me in Bannerman's in half an hour?

Okay.

All right.

I'll see you there.

-Okay, bye.

-Bye.

♪ (ominous music) (engine starts) (rain softly pattering) ♪ (engine rumbling) ♪ (door opens) Hey, hey, I'm CID!

I'm--I'm CI-- ♪ (gate clangs) ♪ (door opens) ♪ You'll regret this.

♪ (door opens) Oh!

You look right at home.

-Oh!

-Why does that not surprise me?

How did you know I was here?

I got an anonymous call at two in the morning.

What took you so long?

I was tired, I went back to bed.

Come on, I'll treat you to a bacon roll.

(footsteps) Oh!

(Templer) And they didn't identify themselves?

(Rebus) I told you, Special Branch.

(Templer) And you really weren't drunk and incapable?

(birds chirping) They put me in there to teach me a lesson.

You don't know that for sure.

Let me get to the bottom of this and don't go off half-cocked, okay?

They returned your phone.

So what's this about you and Webster's sister?

I know that number.

Steelforth.

The cheeky bastard.

What a nerve.

(solemn music) (bicycle bell dings) ♪ (door closes) (Clarke) Is there anyone, anyone at all, who might want to hurt your husband?

No.

He wasn't exactly the perfect family man, but he didn't get into bother.

What do you mean by not perfect, Louise?

He could be handy with his fists when he had a drink in him.

-He hit you?

-Sometimes.

Sometimes I hit him.

Not the same though, is it?

Don't suppose.

I think he was shagging somebody else.

What makes you say that?

Just the way he was acting.

Picking fights all the time.

I couldn't even make a cup of tea right as far as he was concerned.

(Clarke) Do you have any idea who this other woman might have been?

Did you argue about it?

I snuffed up some pills the doctor gave me.

I needed sleep.

Is that Trevor?

(Louise) That's him.

We were happy then.

He liked living by the sea.

Can I borrow this?

I need a recent photo.

That's not recent, but he hadn't changed much.

Take it.

(Clarke) I'll make sure it's copied and returned.

(chatter) (laughter) -Do you have a pass, sir?

-This is better than a pass.

(chatter) (laughter) Mr. Pennen?

I wonder if I could have a word with you about Ben Webster.

I was told I might be seeing you.

Why did you pay for his hotel?

Hospitality.

He was a government minister, doesn't that look bad?

My company was working with his department on new investments, it's only right I should pay some of the costs.

You sell arms-- eh, technology.

We put money into some of the poorest nations in the world, and that's why we were talking to Ben.

Oh, you're a humanitarian, then.

You and, uh, you and Halliburton.

Not sure I'm having this conversation.

What exactly do you want?

I'm getting a bit of a bad feeling about this.

And I don't like people taking the piss.

(chatter) You've been warned.

You wouldn't last ten minutes in Special Branch.

Why is that?

(Steelforth) You let one of your people go around doing whatever he wants without the slightest regard for procedure.

Procedure?

You mean like closing down a crime scene for PR reasons?

I'm gonna call in Internal Affairs if Rebus doesn't stop harassing Mr. Pennen.

You won't be calling in anybody.

That is my responsibility.

Reign him in or you two can forget about any future promotions.

That really isn't for you to say, Commander.

-Or am I mistaken?

-You are.

I just have to lift up the phone to your Chief Constable.

You two will be at the bottom of the food chain all over again.

It's a bit like Snakes and Ladders.

You're about to step on a very big snake.

You put one of my officers in jail last night as a joke.

You're deliberately undermining my investigation.

What?

Is this true?

Ben Webster's body has been released for burial.

There's no case for Rebus to investigate.

(Gunner) You locked up one of my men?

Don't come up and start throwing your weight around.

What do you think we are?

The ... colonies?

I deal with my officers, not you, okay?

But you weren't dealing with him, were you?

You've crossed the line, Commander.

Snakes and Ladders, Gunner.

(dishes clink) Snakes and Ladders.

(door opens) Thanks.

(footsteps) (scoffs) (Rebus) They've released the body?

They can't do that.

(Templer) The FISCOs established it was an accident.

There's nothing to investigate.

(Rebus) I think there is.

I think something's being covered up here.

(Templer) We don't have time for this, John.

(Rebus) It won't take long.

(Templer) If you do this, you do it in your own time.

It doesn't eat into the Guest case.

(grim music) (footsteps echoing) ♪ (door creaking) ♪ (she sighs) (Stacy) I just wanted some time with him before the funeral tomorrow.

I'm not sure I can face it.

-I can go.

-No, no.

No, you're fine.

(Rebus) I'm sorry about last night.

Um, colleagues played a practical joke on me and...I spent the night in the cells.

(chuckles) Well, I wasn't expecting that.

Why didn't you tell me that your mother was murdered?

I didn't think it was relevant.

It was five years ago.

Not relevant?

But... if Ben c--committed suicide, then-- then...it might explain why.

I don't know what to tell you.

You found her.

For years all I had was my work to take my mind off it.

Same with Ben.

But we moved on.

Maybe he hadn't healed as-- as much as I thought.

He was the sensitive one.

How did your brother die?

Slowly.

Uh, liver cancer.

(soft music) So is that why you've taken such a keen interest in me?

What do they call it, um, projection?

♪ No, no.

No, I, I thought to be able to give you some answers.

♪ I wanted to help.

♪ You already have.

♪ It's gonna be a tough night tonight.

♪ I don't wanna be alone.

♪ (exhales) (tense music) Stacy?

♪ Oh, ...!

(seagulls calling) (Pennen) Ben Webster's life was an extraordinary one.

He was the most altruistic man I'd ever met, one whose single aim in life was the betterment of others.

His work in bringing aid, not charity, to the Third World is one we now honor here today.

And as we worked together towards this aim, Ben became more than just a colleague.

He became my friend.

(birds chirping) ♪ (chatter) (Rebus) Nice speech.

Have you seen Stacy?

(Pennen) Stacy?

Ben's sister.

You two were obviously very close.

(Steelforth) You shouldn't be interfering in matters which don't concern you, Inspector.

Especially today.

Can't you see you're intruding on the family's grief?

I could say the same about you.

(Clarke) I've got something interesting on Guest.

He wasn't so perfect after all.

He had a violent streak.

And his wife thinks he was having an affair.

Who's Guest?

Our stab victim.

Now, this could lead to something, right?

Maybe the wife did it?

(Rebus) What's he doing here?

I know him from somewhere.

He was picked up last night after some fracas in a lap-dancing club.

You know, the one in the new town.

(door opens) (Rebus) Mr. Kamweze, isn't it?

I'm told you had a wee bit of bother in one of our clubs here in the city.

Before you go any further, I will be claiming diplomatic immunity.

So this is a complete waste of time.

Why didn't you mention it then?

Could've saved yourself a night in the cells.

I didn't get the opportunity.

I was thrown in a cell without the courtesy of a phone call.

I know the feeling.

But isn't it because you were pissed out of your skull and taking a kick at one of my officers?

There's been a misunderstanding.

My wallet was stolen and I made a complaint.

Before I knew it, someone struck me.

So, I'd like to call my high commission if you don't mind.

Well, the thing is, are you actually a diplomat?

Speak to my government.

That's a catch-22, you see, because before I do that, you have to prove to me that you are who you say you are.

I've told you.

My wallet was stolen.

I have no ID.

No ID, no immunity.

Unless... A bribe?

You want money?

No.

No.

No, I want you to tell me everything you know about Pennen and Webster.

You were at the dinner the night Webster died?

That's right.

I'm afraid I can't tell you much.

One minute he was at the table, the next minute he was gone.

Why don't you check the CCTV?

-The system was down.

-No, it wasn't.

We were given a tour before the dinner.

I saw the operations room.

Very impressive.

(tense music) ♪ Did we pick up any tapes from the castle the other night?

-What happened in there?

-Did we?

(Clarke) No, there was no point.

(bangs table) (Rebus) He was lying.

Steelforth was lying.

♪ He's got them.

♪ (overlapping shouting) (Clarke) Why would he do that?

(Rebus) That's what I'm gonna find out.

(overlapping shouting) Excuse me.

Get a grip, would you?

Hey, I was trying to call you.

Do you know him, Annie?

No.

(chatter) (Rebus) Sorry, sorry, I thought you were somebody else.

♪ I wanna talk to the girl that you brought in.

-Is it Annie?

-She's just been taken up to the interview room, sir.

♪ (Steelforth) DI Rebus, let me introduce DI Webster.

♪ Why wasn't I informed about this?

(Gunner) We had no idea she was a cop, never mind undercover!

(Templer) It's true, John.

They kept us in the dark.

That's why she wasn't at the funeral.

It's beginning to fall into place, is it, Rebus?

You blew an SO12 officer's cover.

We should have been informed.

Take that up with the Chief Constable.

I want him suspended.

He's getting in everybody's way.

(Gunner) Well, that's not a good enough reason to suspend one of my most experienced officers.

It took DI Webster eight months to establish the trust of that group, and now she's been compromised.

-We have to pull her out.

-And why is that Rebus' fault?

Listen, I'm not asking you, I'm telling you.

-Suspend him now.

-No!

I'm not gonna be intimidated like this!

You want to suspend anyone, you can suspend me.

(Steelforth) What is this, a scene from Spartacus?

Deputy Chief, do something about your people.

Do something?

You're threatening me and my officers.

What is it you want me to do exactly?

You're lucky I don't kick your ass down the stairs!

Let's just calm down a moment, shall we?

There's a compromise to be had.

I don't see one.

If Rebus agrees to walk away from Webster and concentrate on the Guest case, I think we can forget about all this.

-No chance.

-He's talking to me, not you.

Okay, you've got a deal.

Gill, speak to him.

(Templer) You have to walk away, you've no choice.

Did you ask why he lied about the tapes?

Webster may have been killed because of his sister, I don't know, and neither do you.

This is their show, Rebus, not yours.

I don't like getting pushed around!

They're hiding something, I wanna know what it is!

They just didn't want you to trample all over their operation like a bull in a china shop.

Why are you doing this?

You didn't even know Webster.

It's the sister, isn't it?

Christ, John.

(sighs) You know even less about her.

So I just forget about it, yeah?

Get your head down and find Guest's killer.

They'll be out of our hair in a few days.

And just because Gunner stuck up for you in there, don't think he won't come down on you like a ... of bricks.

(gloomy music) ♪ (door creaking) (chatter) ♪ (laughter) ♪ (Rebus) Any more surprises up your sleeve?

(Webster) You know I couldn't tell you.

I'm off the case now anyway.

Obviously.

(Rebus) I'm sorry.

♪ (he sighs) Was Ben's death connected to what you were working on?

These people were planning to disrupt the summit, not kill anybody.

-What can I get you?

-Can we have a... (Webster) Large vodka and tonic, please.

No, John, I've got to face the facts.

Ben killed himself, I know he did.

I remembered something that he said about work and how it was getting to him.

That nobody was listening to his ideas, that he felt backed into a corner.

He despaired of the government.

I mean, that was the word he used, "despair."

So why did Steelforth take the CCTV tapes?

(Webster) Well, maybe he didn't want Ben's death all over YouTube.

I know I don't.

(Rebus) You think I'm wasting my time, don't you?

(Webster) Just remember, he was my brother, not yours.

Let it go.

(footsteps approaching) Thanks.

(Rebus) So what are your plans now?

Well, I've got a few things to take care of here and then, um, then it's off to London.

I've been given compassionate leave so...

I don't know.

(Rebus) Well, if you need somewhere to stay, there's always my place.

I'll take you up on that.

(Rebus) I suppose I owe you an apology.

You suppose?

I do.

How's that?

I do owe you an apology.

Sorry.

So, where are we with the, um, the, uh, Guest case?

I've been thinking about the dump site.

The rurality of the setting, it must mean something.

Rurality?

Is that a word?

Profilers say the setting gives you a clue to what kind of killer you're dealing with.

We need to think why did he choose this site.

Profilers talk pish.

Profilers are a bunch of self-regarding, self-publicizing ... No, no.

You're, you're clutching at straws here, Siobhan.

Look at the wife again.

You think she might have killed him in anger and then tried to make it look like a random murder?

Years of abuse, pent-up hatred.

She can't take it anymore, she grabs a knife, uhh, Trevor no more.

You should have thought about that in the beginning.

I did mention her, actually, but you weren't... -Mickey!

-...listening.

It's good to have you back, sir.

(dark music) ♪ (indistinct) (Mickey) I haven't got much time, I'm afraid.

Pennen has been doing some business with a US company called, uh, Trimerino.

Now, they have got the contract to re-arm the Iraqi Police.

These emails from their office proves that they're trying to claim it's humanitarian and they're looking for aid money.

-Where'd you get these?

-You don't ask, I won't lie.

There's a ... of money involved.

I'm gonna do a piece, you know, the murky world of foreign aid, et cetera, et cetera.

(Rebus) Do you think that Pennen got Webster involved in this?

(Mickey) They might have been trying to pressure him to rubber-stamp it as aid, which it isn't.

Pennen can be a ruthless bastard when he wants to be.

-I've got a lot of stuff on-- -No, no, no, you have to move on this now, John.

Don't give them time to cover their tracks.

I'm off.

I've got a deadline.

You find out anything useful, give us a bell, eh?

One good deed and all that.

♪ (Clarke) I'm going to question Louise Guest.

-Are you gonna come?

-There's something I need to do here.

What's that?

(Clarke) Oh, ..., nearly forgot.

I've got to return that.

Can I have it?

(Rebus) Your guy Trevor, he was there five years ago?

(Clarke) Yes.

Wife said they lived there for a while.

That was the year Webster's mother was murdered.

So were lots of people.

What else did she say?

(Clarke) That was it.

It's when they were happiest, and then they left.

(Rebus) What you waiting for?

(birds chirping) (knocking) (upbeat music playing) ♪ Mrs.

Guest?

Louise Guest?

Yes, yes.

♪ (laughter) ♪ (chatter) (Clarke) The grieving widow.

♪ (door closes) (ominous music) ♪ (footsteps approaching) ♪ (smacks, groans) (smacking) (intense music) (Clarke) We just want to know a little more about your time in Gullane.

It's Gullane.

Get it right.

(Clarke) You said that's when you were happy?

-So why did you leave?

-It was him.

He just suddenly wanted to up sticks.

... knows why.

Did he have work there?

He was doing some green keeping.

They've got a posh golf course down there.

His cousin got him in.

Does the name "Webster" mean anything to you?

It talks, does it?

(Rebus) Ben Webster?

Did he ever mention the name?

Not to me.

And you really don't know why he wanted to leave Gullane?

Fell out with his cousin, he said.

I don't know what went on.

(laughter in background) (Rebus) What's the cousin's name?

Duncan.

Duncan what?

I can't remember.

I never spoke to him much.

He was a bit of a weirdo.

(chatter in background) I don't know who killed Trevor.

I'm not sure I even care.

Do you mind?

(cheering, laughter in background) (Clarke) Still think she had something to do with it?

(Rebus) I don't know.

My instinct tells me that this is adding up to something.

When you're guilty, you try to look innocent.

We need to find the cousin.

(phone ringing) See if he knows anything.

Rebus.

I've got some bad news.

I've just heard your friend Mickey Donovan's been attacked.

How bad?

(machines beeping) (door opens) (dreary music) (Templer) They don't know how much damage has been done to the brain, but it doesn't look good.

-What happened?

-Mugged, they took his laptop.

(Rebus) He wasn't mugged, he was working for me.

He was digging up information on Pennen.

-Pennen wouldn't do this.

-No, but Steelforth would.

Steelforth?

Mickey's a well-known journalist.

Even Steelforth wouldn't dare to do this.

(Rebus) They stole his laptop.

That's Special Branch standard information gathering.

We both know that.

Steelforth was looking after Pennen.

Why?

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

-I was trying to protect you.

-I don't want your protection!

You might not want it, but you need it, so shut it.

(machines beeping) Don't worry.

I'm not letting that ... away with this.

Everybody on this.

I want a witness, I want one tout ... suite.

(door opens) (Rebus) You won't find a witness.

(tense music) (Clarke) I can't find anything, I need more than Duncan.

-Try Trevor Guest again.

-I told you, he was clean.

(Rebus) We might have missed something, try it again.

(mouse clicking) Wait a minute.

Assault in Edinburgh two years ago.

A Duncan Barclay arrested but not charged for a fight outside a pub.

-So?

-The address he gave, it's a Gullane address.

♪ (Rebus) Call the golf course tomorrow morning.

Find out if a Duncan Barclay ever worked there.

If so, he's our man.

Don't need to.

The man he attacked was Trevor Guest, who didn't want to press charges.

(smacks table) Get out the Gullane files.

(typing) ♪ (Templer) What's happening?

Siobhan says you've got her looking into the Gullane killing now.

That case is closed.

Mm-mm, reopened.

I need to know what you're thinking, John.

We're on very thin ice here.

This all comes back to Webster.

Guest knew something about his mother's death.

The Gullane killing and his death are connected.

And Pennen?

Not sure...yet.

Okay, only you, me, and Siobhan know about this.

Let's try and keep it that way.

I don't want Steelforth coming after us again.

(mellow jazz music playing) (Rebus) There definitely isn't a link between Barclay and your family?

I can't think of one, no.

But Gullane's a small place.

Tell me about it, I grew up there.

And you don't know anything about these guys Guest and Barclay?

I left when I was 18.

♪ Was your brother killed because he knew who murdered your mother?

I think you're chasing your tail, John.

♪ I found an email that Ben wrote to me.

He never finished it, it's here on his laptop.

I think you should have a look at it.

It's just the usual, um, how-are-you type stuff, until the end.

♪ "...but my depression has returned with a vengeance.

I feel like I'm back in that dreadful place I was five years ago."

And that's it.

I mean, he probably was interrupted and meant to finish it later, but...

I just think you're creating a mystery where there isn't one.

♪ Oh, I should have been there for him.

I just didn't see the signs.

Too busy stopping a ... demo, which is perfectly legal, by the way.

I just don't wanna do it anymore, John.

I don't wanna go back.

Then don't.

♪ I've got no reason to stay.

♪ Haven't you?

♪ And how would that work?

Between us, I mean.

♪ I've lost everyone who's ever meant anything to me.

I think that qualifies me as being extremely needy.

♪ I've got a streak of bad luck as wide as the Forth.

♪ (vibrant music) ♪ (door opens) ♪ (Templer) And still they come.

♪ What?

(Clarke) I've been tracking down Duncan Barclay, the man who fought Trevor Guest.

(Templer) And?

(Clarke) Well, it was a little easier than I imagined.

He's been under surveillance by Special Branch, one of the group expected to cause trouble at the Summit.

Let's pick him up.

(knocking) ♪ (Clarke) Can you smell hash?

If it was any stronger, we'd be singing "I Am The Walrus."

DCS Templer.

We're looking for Duncan Barclay.

Can we come in?

He's not here.

Look, we're not interested in what you've got planned for the demo tomorrow or what you might be smoking in there, that's not our problem.

But we need to speak to Duncan Barclay right now.

(mellow music playing) ♪ (door closes) He was here, till a few days ago.

He just up and left.

(Clarke) What day, exactly?

Can't remember.

He was upset about that killing.

Somebody stabbed, or something.

He said he was a cousin.

(Templer) Where did he go?

Don't know.

Back home, I think.

He was only staying here for the demo.

Why are you asking me, anyway?

Why don't you ask your undercover cop?

Did they know each other?

What do you think?

(phone vibrating) (dreary music) ♪ Rebus.

(Clarke) It's me.

We've tracked down Barclay, but there's something you should know.

He was one of the activists that Special Branch was watching, one of the group Stacy infiltrated.

They knew each other.

Did you hear me?

They knew each other.

Yes, I heard you.

♪ Oh, come on!

You lied to me.

You did know Barclay!

Now you're trying to make me believe you didn't know that he and Guest were cousins?

That's right, I didn't.

Do you think my head buttons up the back?

Where exactly are you going with this?

Are you telling me everything you know?

(sighs) Are you telling me everything you know?

Yes!

You have to believe me.

You think Ben killed Guest and then killed himself?

It's possible.

Did Ben know that Guest was in Gullane at the same time your mother was murdered?

-How could he?

-You could have told him.

But I didn't!

I didn't.

-I'll call you.

-If you're going to Gullane, -I want to come with you.

-No.

This is about my mother's death, Rebus.

That's exactly why you can't come.

(grim music) ♪ (door opens) (traffic whooshing) (birds chirping) Say Barclay and Guest had something to do with Ben's mother's death, or even if they just thought that they did.

That's motivation for murder.

And then he couldn't live with the guilt.

(Rebus) Possible.

And Pennen.

Was he blackmailing him?

That could drive someone over the edge.

I don't think it's Pennen anymore.

Barclay's the link.

He knows what went on here five years ago.

♪ (buzzing) ♪ (Clarke) Barclay mansion.

♪ Can you tell us what you know about your cousin's death?

(Barclay) There's nothing to tell.

(Clarke) You and Trevor worked together at the golf course, -is that right?

-Yeah, about five years ago.

(Clarke) Why didn't you come forward when he was killed?

(Barclay) I didn't know it was him.

I don't have a radio or a television.

Anyway, haven't seen him for years.

(Clarke) That's not true.

You got into a brawl with him a few years ago.

(Barclay) Did I?

(Clarke) I know the police aren't top of your Christmas card list, but we're trying to catch a killer.

And I'm sure if we agree on anything, it's that people shouldn't get away with murder.

What was it about Trevor that you didn't like?

You were family, after all.

(Clarke) If you're worried about incriminating yourself, we can sort something out.

(wind blowing, waves crashing) (Barclay) We worked together for a while, doing gardens, green keeping.

But he thought the world owed him.

He resented some of the money round here, and there's quite a bit of it.

Talked about robbing some of the big houses.

Wanted me to help him.

Then he stole some money from me and just disappeared.

I didn't see him again until I bumped into him in Edinburgh and I just flew off the handle.

-And did he?

-What?

Rob houses.

Houses like the Websters'?

I--I can't be sure, but I think he broke in.

(Rebus) And killed Mrs. Webster?

I--I never said that.

(Clarke) You know the difference between right and wrong, Duncan.

You wouldn't be up in Edinburgh demonstrating if you didn't, so if you know something, tell us.

(Rebus) Stop ... about.

Did he kill her, or did he not?

He said he did.

And you didn't tell anyone about it?

I didn't believe him.

He was a ... artist.

It took a while to sink in.

Jesus Christ!

Did you tell anyone else about Trevor?

I never wanted him dead.

Who did you tell?

One of the group.

I was stoned and talking to this woman, um, she had long dark hair, bunches.

(tense music) Um, we were talking about growing up, that kind of stuff.

And she kept asking about him.

♪ Was her name Annie?

♪ Was her name Annie?

♪ (waves crashing, birds chirping) ♪ (Clarke) It may not be as bad as you think.

(Rebus) You don't know what I'm thinking.

(Clarke) Yes, I do, because there are only two options.

Either Stacy told Ben and Ben killed him and now she's trying to protect his reputation, or... ♪ (dreary music) Stacy?

♪ Stacy?

♪ (slamming into door) ♪ Steelforth.

(pounding on door) ♪ Steelforth!

♪ I want some answers.

I'd wanted to find my mother's killer for years.

Well, you could say it was an obsession.

And then by pure chance, I got a name.

I had somebody in the frame: Guest.

-Did you kill him?

-I started to check him out, and I discovered what kind of person he was and I knew it was him.

I just knew, instinctively.

I'll ask that again.

Did you kill him?

Yes.

And your brother?

I went to share the good news with him.

I thought he'd be pleased justice had been done, I mean, he was big on justice.

I can't remember what we said exactly, but...

He wanted to go to the police there and then.

I mean, he cared more about that bastard Guest than he did about me.

I couldn't believe it.

I just...couldn't believe that he'd ruin my life.

I lost it.

I started hitting him.

And I didn't mean to push him over, I didn't.

You've got to believe me.

I didn't.

Get your things.

You're under arrest.

Don't, John.

Get your things.

I'll disappear.

You'll never have to see or hear from me again.

(Rebus) Get your things!

Now!

(gloomy music) ♪ (phone ringing) ♪ Rebus.

We have a problem.

Stacy's been released.

Steelforth's orders.

♪ What?

About three in the morning.

♪ (indistinct chatter) ♪ (Steelforth) It's all right, let him in.

Give us a few moments, leave us.

♪ Rebus.

♪ Congratulations.

Pennen's been caught attempting to bribe junior ministers including Webster.

You've opened a can of worms and now you've ruined him.

-Are you happy?

-Where is she?

Oh, leave it, Rebus, I've destroyed the CCTV.

It's just your word against hers.

She was one of my best.

We had a special relationship, do you understand what I'm saying?

So I can't let her go to jail.

It doesn't end here.

Yes, it does.

♪ (reporters chattering) (cameras clicking) (reporter) Mr. Pennen, can you give a statement?

(Pennen) There is no story and there will be no statement.

I have no comment!

(overlapping shouting) For God's sake!

I will not give any comment!

No statement!

(indistinct questioning) No story and no comment!

Get out!

No comment!

(overlapping questioning) (engine starting) (phone ringing) (solemn music) ♪ (engine rumbling) (Webster) John?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to use you.

You know what they say, keep your friends close, your enemies closer.

I needed to nudge you in the direction I wanted you to go.

I can't let you get away with it.

What, you really think I got away with it?

I've got to live with what I've done for the rest of my life.

I think we could have worked.

I really believe that.

Well, believe this.

I will find you.

(Webster) No, John, you won't.

I'm good at becoming other people, remember?

(tender music) (phone clatters) (engine rumbling) (solemn music) ♪ (tense rock music) ♪ (bright music)