What's all this? This all yours?
Oh, yes, indeed.
Where do you get it all from?
Catalogues. You must get the catalogues.
They go out to all the BAPD members.
The what?
BAPD. You not a member?
I'm not much of a joiner-in.
How much do you charge then?
200 an hour, plus expenses.
Christ on a bucket.
Well, if you stretch it out, these things can add up.
I'll bet.
So you weren't asking about Carol Braithwaite at all then?
No, no, so, if he's not looking for his mum, who's he looking for?
Oh, I forgot the receipt.
What?
Breakfast. It's an expense, isn't it? Back in a jiff.
Jackson Brodie dog Barry Crawford mob Tracy Waterhouse mob
You sneaky little bastard.
Hey, come here.
Hey, come here! Come here.
Get in, go on.
Oi, oi, oi, oi.
Actually, I'll take one of them an' all.
- I'll take one of those lollies. Thank you. - Thank you.
There we go.
There's your ice cream. Oh, and I got you that.
Don't you like whistles? You can eat it.
You know, I was brought up round here.
When we were little, we used to go to all the rock pools.
And you could see little starfishes in them,
and sea anemomes... amemonomes...
Anyway, the little red wavy things.
Courtney, if you could have anything you wanted,
like you could have any treat
and it might be the last time anybody asked you,
what would you have?
I'm not 100% sure what we're going to do.
I've got me house. I could sell me house.
Maybe we could go to Argentina like the Nazis used to.
Don't know why I mentioned Nazis, I don't suppose you even know what Nazis are.
Skipping rope.
What did you say?
Skipping rope. Red.
OK, yeah,
I think we can manage that.
Or maybe not.
You can't do it, Tracy.
Why can't I? What sort of life would she have had?
That's not the point, I'm not going to let you.
But you're not a copper any more, any more than I am.
Let's take her back to Edinburgh and give her back to her family.
I'm not going back to Edinburgh, I know where I need to be, and it's here, near her.
She's got a father, she has to have a dad.
You think?
Where's this dad when the mum was knocking hell out of her?
She was covered in bruises.
You really think she's got some granny at home,
getting the dirt out of her fingernails and reading her bedtime stories and putting her to bed?
She's got nobody.
You don't know that.
I do. Barry checked, they are either dead or they're in prison.
You're not thinking clearly.
Look at the two of you, you're not going to go on the run, are you?
You're not going to make a kid disappear.
No?
- If this is about Michael... - No, I keep telling you, it's not about Michael.
Well, it's got to be.
Be honest with yourself, it must be, right?
You walked away with someone else's kid, that's not normal.
All right, I know what you are trying to get me to say.
- I was bothered about Michael. - Which is OK.
Yeah, but Barry kept saying I was too naive
and it wasn't our job to...
- And I just wanted to make things different. - I get it.
No, when I saw her,
I just wanted things to end differently
and I know that was probably wrong and I...
I'm not a bad person.
I never said you were.
You're not a bad person, come on.
Tracy!
What, pet?
Look, the dog! Here, boy.
I know, I know, it's his doggy.
Here, boy. Here, boy.
She's got nobody.
I can love her. I can love her.
All right, stay here and I'll see if I can sort something out.
- What? - I don't know. Something.
Everything, maybe nothing.
I'll find you. You've got money?
- Don't use your card. - No, no, I had thought of that.
Where's my car?
It's up there in that car park, it's a bit dirty, sorry.
Hey, Courtney, we need to take the dog back.
Why, eh? Why did this happen?
Where's Tracy and the kid?
Come on, you know something, don't you?
Something you never told about Michael Braithwaite or Carol.
What is it?
Aye, you're right.
- What is it? - Where is Tracy?
She's somewhere and I can look after her,
if you tell me what is going on.
What happened?
It was a rotten place back then, a rotten place to work in.
I was always so close to saying something, like you said something.
What happened?
It was the Policeman's Ball, Hogmanay, 1978.
I was on taxi duty, just to avoid any drink-driving scandal.
Not that that mattered a big deal.
Come on, ya stupid bitch!
Who do you think you are?
Ray Strickland, he was a complicated guy.
He was well on with the drink.
I was a constable, he was my sergeant.
Come on, I need a lift.
Aye, all right. Calm down, eh.
So he nabbed me.
And, eh, he got me to drive him somewhere.
Carol Braithwaite's place.
He came out of there in some state.
So I took him back to the party and
Ray and Len talked and they told me to beat it.
Three weeks later...
I thought...
Ach, I don't know what I thought.
Len and Ray weren't saying anything so I asked,
I asked Len.
I said, "What happened with the boy? Did you leave the boy in that flat?
"And the mother, who killed the mother?"
- And? - He tore a strip off me.
He says if I thought he'd left the little boy there to die,
I must be mad,
and the mother, she was a prostitute...
Ray'd just fancied...
it was well known back then that he put it about a bit. He'd just...
he'd gone in there,
found her there and he panicked.
So Len went back with him, they cleaned up, they locked up,
left it for some other poor bugger to find her.
You know, the ones that always deal with the swarms of flies.
And he told me there's no point getting Ray mixed up in it.
Did Tracy know? Did you tell her?
It's eating me up, this is eating me up.
They said to me, "If you value your livelihood, shut it, forget it.
"If you value your family's house and the meals, you forget it.
"You tell Tracy to forget it too. You get that to happen.
"If you feel anything for her." Which I did, which I do.
So I try my best to...
bury it.
He's alive, Michael Braithwaite.
He's back and he wants some answers.
- Uh, Tracy Waterhouse... - Doesn't matter.
- No friends, no family, no holidays. - Don't need it.
Find me everything you can on Carol Braithwaite's murder,
police statements, press clippings, anything, e-mail it to me.
Sorry.
Huh, it's my job.
No, I meant about before,
blowing up here. I'm sorry.
I'd already forgotten about it.
Thanks.
May 8,....???
What am I missing? Eh?
I'm missing something.
Get some grub before the vultures descend, eh?
This is where we had the Policeman's Ball.
Aye, aye, it's free. I still know some people.
Hi, how you doing?
My condolences, Mr Strickland.
Piss off!
There was a little girl there, wasn't there?
Did you not hear what I said?
New Year's Eve, 1978. Carol Braithwaite's flat.
Would you like the rest of your face rearranged, pal?
Can we go into another room?
We're not going in any other room.
She's your daughter, isn't she, Ray? Eh?
You took your little baby girl out with her and you kept her safe.
Well, she's all grown up now.
She's about ten there. She's a woman now.
She wants to know where she comes from,
she wants to know what happened to her mum and dad.
What should I tell her? Ray?
What shall I tell her?
So you were having a thing with Carol Braithwaite, right?
Probably let her off a bust in return for favours.
Isn't that how it works?
Then you got her pregnant, right?
- Carol Braithwaite was a whore. - So she got what she deserved?
Going to give us break, you two? Gie's a break!
I'm keeping that bastard off yer back, Ray.
Like I've been keeping the bastards off yer back this past 40 years!
Did you kill her?
- Ray! - Did you kill Carol Braithwaite?
She had a wee girl. Francesca.
I didnae want to see Carol.
But...
Maggie and I didn't have any bairns, no matter how...
I tried not to,
but I couldn't stop myself from seeing Francesca.
The baby.
You know.
I couldn't stop thinking about her, she was so, so...
She had such... she had such blue eyes.
Right. Enough.
But Carol, see,
Carol wanted money.
And it got to so that she said she'd tell Maggie if I didn't...
And she'd... she'd stop me seeing Francesca.
I got so steamed up and drunk that Hogmanay.
That's it, Ray, get out,
you're never coming back here.
Get out my house!
He sorted it.
That's the last of it.
You cannae keep her, Ray. Talk sense!
You cannae keep her, it's no' right. Now get in the car.
Ray!
John and Kitty did all right by her. Sure they did.
Me and Maggie would have done all right by her.
Aye, you'd just killed her mother.
If you'd been smart about it, you could've had your whore
and your daughter on the side, if that's what you needed.
We all had whores on the side.
What?
Present for you, Kitty. From Len Lomax.
Hi.
Oh, my God. She's beautiful.
Aye, aye, she is.
Did you tell your wife?
I told her the day I saw you.
Why?
I couldnae've...
I could have loved it.
I could've learned to love it.
- Maggie... - Oh, God!
We could have had a life, Ray!
There could have been life.
There could've been colour.
We could've laughed.
There could've been wax crayons and...
There could have been just something, Ray.
- Ah, Christ, Christ, Christ. - Maggie!
Anything but the life I've had.
Maggie!
You think you're going to be a daddy now, after all this?
You've always been too soft, Ray. Always have been.
The two of you just left a little boy in there, did you?
Just locked him in with the body?
What kind of men do you think we are?
I thought he was with his father, that's what we thought.
We didn't think it was going to take three weeks to find the body.
That was police incompetence.
Where's my daughter? Can I see her?
Well, that will be up to her.
What are you gonnae do? Brodie?
Brodie! What are you gonnae do?!
Thank you.
Ah, Mr Brodie.
So... what can I do for you?
I was hoping you might be able to arrange, um...
I need some new passports, identities,
sale of the house and the money to be moved untraceably.
- The whole thing, basically. - For who?
For a couple of friends of mine. It's very costly.
20 grand cover it?
No.
That's all I've got.
Then maybe we can come to some other arrangement?
Like what?
20,000, Mr Brodie.
Plus an acknowledgement that you owe me.
And that one day I'll give you a call.
No, I'm not working for you again.
I can have two whole new identities for you in 24 hours.
Bank accounts. Social security.
For anywhere in the world.
In 24 hours.
Fine.
Thank you, Mr Brodie.
You've got my number.
I certainly have.
Mama! Mama! Mama!
- Where's her mother? - Sichern off.
Hey,
I'm meant to be handing her over to her mum. Hey!
Hi, Michael.
- What's she called? - Hope.
I'm glad he found her.
Can you tell Michael that he wasn't forgotten?
Yeah.
Hey. Think you've forgotten something.
Thank you.
I'll make sure the money from the house gets to you.
Yeah, and I know how much those houses go for, so don't try diddling me.
- I wouldn't dare. - Anyway, thanks.
Say goodbye to Jackson, Courtney.
- Goodbye. - Bye. Lucy.
It's the name on the passport, like you asked for.
Do you like Lucy?
Lucy.
If I was going to have a little girl, I was going to call her Lucy.
And what am I called?
Michaela.
Bloody hell!
Michaela! And Lucy.
Yeah, well, I'll have to get some leopard-skin leggings.
- Good luck. - Come on.
Yes, m'lady?
Ah,
I just wanted to know if you'd got anywhere
with Tracy and Courtney Cross.
It's just that they've both disappeared.
And apparently Tracy's house is up for sale.
No, nothing, trail went cold.
Could you look in my eyes and tell me that?
Louise. I've got nothing, the trail went cold.
OK.
- Is that why you called me in? - It is.
- You got him then? - Yes, serial killer.
Good job.
You look knackered.
well, there's a reason for that.
Anyway, congratulations.
Thank you. Do you want a drink?
Don't mind if I do.
Bit of old-fashioned police work.
Rough justice.
Married life.
So what's he like then, your Patrick?
Seems a bit boring to me.
Well, Patrick is funny and thoughtful,
and a very good doctor,
and he's clever and he makes me feel better
than anyone's ever made me feel before.
Well.
And anyway, I'm not so interesting myself.
You found out all that pretty quick, didn't you?
And what is it that you think you are, Jackson?
Are you enthralling?
Well, you'll never know, will you?
Couldn't take the chance.
That's not a chance, Jackson, that's Russian roulette!
Sounds exciting.
You're not exciting.
You're boring. It's boring. This is boring.
And now I'm going home to my fiance.
Congratulations.
Well done on the case.
marlee calling
Hi, Dad, it's me. Missed you.
Hey, how's it going?
Yeah, I'm good.
How's it going with...?
OK. Great, in fact. Mum's got the sack.
You what?
Her firm's moving to China.
Oh, that's terrible.
Wha.. She... she's not going to China, is she?
No. She's moving back to Edinburgh.
With you?
What do you think?
That's fantastic. When is that happening?
In a month, but I told Mum I didn't want to wait,
I want to come back sooner, so I can stay with you.
What did she say to that?
She said it was a mad idea, and that I wouldn't like it.
I said I would like it and wanted to stay with you for ever
and see her at the weekends when she got back.
Then she got all upset or pretended to,
but then she said I could.
She said I could, Dad.
What do you mean? Well, I bet she was upset.
She was a bit,
she said it will all go wrong and I will come running back to her
but she's wrong, it won't, will it, Dad?
Well... oh...
You could be a bit happier.
No, I am. Look, I am. It's amazing.
It'll be brilliant. I can take care of you.
You don't have to take care of me, sweetheart, that's my job,
to take care of you.
So, OK if I tell Mum?
Yeah, of course, what you do you think?
Yeah, yeah, get her to call me.
Amazing. Right, I'm going to go pack. Love you.
Love you too.
Next time Jackson Brodie.
I can't let you put £1,500 on that horse, Brodie.
Why not?
Did you have another child while I was away, Dad?
What the hell do you think you're doing?
I don't know what you want from me!
Mum says you have intimacy issues.
Intimacy issues?
- I don't go home with drunk men. - Neither do I.
Jackson, have you been following us?
What's going on? Be honest with me.
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