Taggart

Thank you.

Oh, she came in late again last night.

You're the one who said she's a big girl now.

It was near one o 'clock.

Did she get up and speak to her?

Not right, darling.

Tiger.

Morning.

Thank you, Lee.

Jogger found her earlier this morning.

Five minutes past seven.

Bit cold for that.

Aye, but we've had three past two since then. Down here, sir.

Morning, sir.

Who are you?

Detective Sergeant Livingston, sir. I just got here myself.

All right, thanks.

Strangulation of the ligature. We don't have ligatures in Maryhill.

Young woman, aged about 20, strangled.

Lying face up with an obstetric position.

No immediate evidence of sexual assault.

Hands crossed on body.

Possible weapon, uh... Stalking. No marks of knots.

Abrasions on left cheek.

Large clump of hair cut from right side of head, exposing scalp.

Loose hairs near head.

Time of death, 12 .25, sir.

Our watch broke in the struggle.

I made a few notes of my own before you got here.

In situ?

A reference to our undergarments.

Our knickers good enough for you?

Must have flung it.

Obviously.

Ah, be careful.

What bit of a team's that?

Edinburgh University.

Sentimental value.

Bit old for it, aren't you?

Keeps my neck warm.

Shite. That's vital evidence.

How much longer am I going to be kept waiting here?

Hard to say, sir.

Wish I'd rather find it.

Somebody has to.

It's empty, sir. Sorry about the accident.

Good old way.

Hey! Not near the locust. Sorry, sir.

I took a brief statement from the jogger.

You'll probably want to talk to him yourself.

Mr. Martin Ingress.

He's a lecturer in languages of the African Horn.

Bit cold for swimming, isn't it?

Detective Sergeant Livingston.

Andrews. This way, sir.

It's been very good six hours.

Oh, what's stopped the break?

Good morning, Jim.

Going to be.

Morning. Hello, Mrs. Tennant. Here, I suppose it's too early for this murder

be in the papers.

What murder's that?

The Kelvin, won't we? The police have been there all morning.

No, a man, unfortunately.

A woman.

They say she was raped and strangled.

Did you want something?

I want something.

Twenty kensiters, please.

Ah, well, it's getting so you don't feel safe even in your beds.

What's the matter?

Eh? A girl's been murdered.

The police have shut the whole walk off.

Eh, and get a pie while we're at it.

What? Well, I wouldn't have wanted a cold one.

Do you remember that book I bought here?

Do you mind? It was about all the bodies found up and down Scotland.

That was a butler. In Glasgow?

Aye. No, no Glasgow. London. But he came up here to dump them. Oh, that's just

like the English. Aye, is it? No.

One twenty -three.

I think we should bring back... Hang on, Sam. Give them something to think

about. Cheerio. Cheerio.

And he'll be respectable to a wife and kids. I bet you anything.

Mr,

uh, English.

Inglis, with an I.

Come this way regularly?

Look, I've already given details to the young constable.

Oh, well, you know these young ones, sir.

Every morning.

About the same time?

Give or take half an hour.

Ever find a deed buried before?

What sort of question's that?

No.

Must have come as quite a shock.

I suppose you're used to it. The police don't see life or death.

Only offences.

Ah, well, that's the popular belief.

Look, I'm very cold.

I've not eaten any breakfast.

You're at Glasgow University?

A lecturer in languages.

Of the African Horn.

My wife took an MA in sociology there. Gives the odd lecture.

What's her name?

Taggart. Jean.

In a wheelchair?

Do you enjoy jogging?

I like to keep fit.

I believe we're born with so many heartbeats to use up. Why waste them?

Do you know who she is?

Not yet.

Seen a strangulation before?

Yes.

Always surprises me how serene they look.

Almost Buddha -like.

Why do you think she was laid out like that?

It's not for me to look into the minds of killers.

I'd say between 12 and 1.

Bears up the time on the watch. Lucky stroke, that.

That's allowing for the rise in temperature due to asphyxia. That's

What do you think was used?

Stocking.

Certainly not a hard cloth.

And scissors?

Well, scalping like that is unusual.

Red Indian.

Not many of them in Glasgow.

Where are you from?

Green Old Division.

Just promoted.

Originally? Edinburgh.

University? Yes.

You're lucky with Jim Taggart.

Good luck to you.

I don't like educated people that find deep bodies at seven in the morning.

We're just educated people, son.

You've been cheeky.

So you're a flyer.

I did my course in London and Borders.

And flew off course.

Glasgow's a hard city.

I'm aware of that.

What public school did that accent come out of?

Matthew Kerr's Academy for Boys.

You wait here.

I like you as a good man.

The best.

You've got a good team.

He's gone now.

A new breed of men, Jim, you know that.

It's his attitude, Doc.

Come on, you're too good a man yourself for that personality coming through.

I have to work with him.

He has a good record.

I don't care about his record.

In fact, Doc, you and I came up the same way, Jim. A long, slow

climb. I know how you feel. I felt that way, too.

Graduates jumping in where we spent years slogging.

That's the new way.

Live with it.

I'll make he won't come back.

I'll never know why he did it.

He was your friend.

Not as confident, it seems.

It was a personal decision.

He was a good copper.

A deeply unhappy one.

At least now he's found his purpose.

Livingston's found his to annoy me.

Nobody's asking you to marry him, Jim. Work with him on this one case. What, 48

hours? Come in.

Excuse me, sir.

It's a message from Detective Sergeant Livingstone.

They've found the purse 500 yards down the road and they've identified the

Hello. Hello, Tom.

You tell him that boy has had no right keeping the route to this time. And you

should be ashamed of yourself. My father never let me in.

Here, I'll have a word with you. I don't get this.

Billy wants to apologise to her.

For what?

Well, he came home alone.

Do you want your breaker?

What could have happened?

Where is she?

Billy left her last night.

Mrs. Valentine?

Yes? Was police officer...

Are you going to tell them?

No, Billy couldn't have done this.

How?

It was on the news.

Strangled.

They left him.

Nobody's blaming you, son.

Where?

On the walkway.

The police will want to talk to you.