Rebus

(theme music) (car horns honking, chatter) (suspenseful music) (siren wailing) (man) Oi!

Excuse me, sir, you can't go up there!

Call upstairs!

(woman) Excuse me!

Where's Andrew Hammill?

(woman) If you don't have an appointment, I'm afraid I must ask you to leave.

-Where is he?

-He's not here.

Where is he?

(Hammill) Joanne, I need those files.

(tense music) Morning, Mr. Hammill.

(gunshot) (screaming) (audience cheering) (host) Okay then.

Good luck, here we go.

(zapping) (techno music) Oh, no!

(bluesy music) (engine puttering) Oh.

(zapping) Whoa.

(cellphone ringing) Rebus.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes, I'm on my way.

(engine starting) (banging) (Clarke) Andrew, get her a cup of tea, please.

(Andrew) Come on, let's get you a cup of tea.

(Rebus) What's the story?

(Clarke) Forced his way into the building and shot himself in the head.

Not much left except the lower jaw and chin.

Stick a shotgun in your mouth, you're not going to win a beauty contest.

Any ID?

A wallet in his pocket has a driver's license.

Belonging to a Samuel McNally.

(Rebus) Sammy McNally?

-You know him?

-Let me see the wallet.

Fancied himself as a bit of a pavement artist.

Tried to knock off the Bank of Scotland on Dunkeld Street.

Got stuck in the revolving door on the way out.

(camera shutter clicking) (sighs) "Alto Chicampa."

-Any witnesses?

-Uh, the secretary and Mr. Hammill, who owns the firm.

(knocking) Andrew Hammill?

-DI Rebus.

-Come in.

Sorry, I...

I don't know what to say.

I don't know what happened.

(Rebus) You say you didn't know this man?

(Hammill) No.

You seem very sure.

I mean, you only got a glance at him before he redesigned his face.

Strangely, it's stuck in my mind.

What exactly is it you do?

We're an investment company.

Hedge funds, derivatives.

Oiling the wheels of commerce.

So why would a man like Sammy McNally come in here, say good morning, and blow what little brain he had to kingdom come?

Perhaps he didn't like the pictures.

Inspector, I have no idea why this man chose our office to commit suicide, none whatsoever.

Well, you'll have to come down to the station to make a statement.

What, now?

(bell chiming) (Rebus) Well, he's got the kind of face you'd never tire of slapping.

I'll go and speak to Sammy's wife.

(Annie) What's he done now?

(Rebus) Can you remember what he was wearing today?

(Annie) Uh... Brown leather jacket.

Faded jeans.

Him?

(Rebus) We'll do a DNA test to make sure, but I think you better be prepared for bad news.

Did he mention this place, Hammill Ferguson?

(Annie) It doesn't ring a bell.

Was he working?

(Annie) This and that.

He, uh... tried to set up his own security company, but...

It didn't come to much.

Did that get him down?

I mean, was he depressed?

Everyone's depressed around here.

(Rebus) I'm just trying to make sense of things.

(Annie) Well, don't look at me for answers.

I don't want this.

If you don't mind...

I've got some calls to make.

(beeping) Sarah?

It's me.

I've just had some terrible news.

(door closing) (indistinct chattering) Andrew Hammill.

I need a background check.

Whatever there is to know about.

(Clarke) Not even a parking ticket.

He's a market analyst who started his own investment company after he made all the right connections.

Described in an article in Forbes magazine as a "Free market fundamentalist who's going places fast."

(Rebus) Thank you.

This company, what exactly is it they invest in?

Oh, I'll check.

Oh, did you get your message?

About your police medical.

Break it to me gently.

(doctor) I don't have time.

Your blood pressure's sky high.

Might as well test for diabetes while I'm at it.

Still drinking and smoking?

-I am.

-Then stop.

Now, the fags certainly.

They'll kill you quicker than the drink.

No problem, I'll cut down.

(doctor) I didn't say cut down.

I said, "Stop."

What'll you do, arrest me?

No, probably just sign your death certificate!

Sorry.

Look... You're heading for a great big heart attack.

Now if you've got a problem stopping either, there are numbers I can give you.

No, I'll be okay.

(doctor) How are you feeling mentally?

Neither up nor down.

(doctor) It's just that depression is endemic in your line of work.

It might explain the need for a drink.

I can prescribe something, it doesn't have to go in your record.

(Rebus) Did I say I was depressed?

(doctor) You didn't have to.

(soft music) I'll be fine.

-Good morning, sir.

-Good morning.

Have you got any nicotine gum?

(cashier) Two milligrams or four milligrams?

-Four.

-Small, medium, or large?

-Large.

-Certainly, sir.

(engine sputtering) (engine sputtering) (package crackling) -Morning, ma'am.

-Morning.

Nearly done?

(man) Yeah, just the last few samples.

(Templer) John?

Can I have a second for a catch-up?

DS Clarke tells me you're investigating some investment company.

(Rebus) Suicide.

Something not quite right about it.

Have you seen her?

(Templer) We've got a stabbing in West Mills, a teenager.

She's concentrating on that.

Let me know how you get on, though, don't waste more than a day or two on it.

You've got more pressing cases, okay?

I can handle my workload, thank you.

(Templer) I know you can.

Don't get touchy.

(Clarke) Have you any idea who would've stabbed your son?

Look, you'll have to ask him.

(Clarke) He says he doesn't know.

Well, he's lying.

It's one of them 'round here.

They all carry knives.

Think it makes them men.

Maybe you could have a word with him when you next visit, try and get him to tell us what happened.

He's lucky to be alive.

(laughing) (Elaine) He's going the same way, look at him.

There's nothing here for them.

No future.

They just don't care.

What did you get on Hammill?

Not much, sorry.

I did manage to make a few calls.

Well, um, give me what you've got.

(Clarke) Well, first of all, they're very secretive about whose money they invest and where.

As far as I can make out, he takes private money and triples it.

Quadruples it.

Mostly in hedge funds.

When I visited Sammy's missus, there was a jumbo Jeep in the drive, there was a widescreen TV, fitted kitchen.

Sammy never made that kind of money.

You think there's a link?

What would Hammill want with an ex-con like Sammy?

See if there's somebody in that company we can talk to.

In confidence.

(suspenseful music) (waiter) Would you like to see the lunch menu, gentlemen?

-That'd be lovely.

-Thank you, thank you.

Nice place.

Well, they're still recruiting new members.

You should join.

Oh, I don't think I could afford it.

You'd be surprised, it's quite reasonable.

About 700 pounds a year.

Well, that's, uh... for most folk, a holiday in Tenerife.

Well, that's their problem.

(indistinct chattering) Um, I am expecting someone.

Is there anything I can help you with?

We got a positive ID.

Sammy McNally.

Career criminal.

And you still maintain that you don't know him?

I do.

Well, would you explain to me why would a man kill himself specifically in front of you?

You know, I'd like to solve this puzzle for you, Inspector, but I already have a job.

I know that this has got something to do with you.

So if you've got any skeletons in the cupboard, you better start burying them.

I'll just nip up to Homebase and buy a shovel then, shall I?

Be careful, Mr. Hammill.

(indistinct chattering) (woman) What the hell's he doing here?

(man) He's got nerve, eh?

(Billy) Aye.

They can track you to within ten yards, which is nothin' on my missus!

What are you doing here?

-Beat it!

-It's all right, Billy.

Thanks for coming.

Sammy would have appreciated it.

(Billy) Oh, would he?

(Annie) There's sausage rolls in the conservatory if you'd like them.

(indistinct chattering) (Rebus) What's your name again?

(Billy) Billy Spears.

(Rebus) What were you in for, Billy?

(Billy) Car theft.

(Rebus) You working now?

(Billy) I got a job part-time.

In a garage.

-I'm a mechanic.

-Oh, I better not come to you for my MOT, eh, now?

Who's the, uh... the guy in the expensive suit?

(Billy) Annie's brother.

(soft music) Can I help you?

I'm looking for the bathroom.

(Gavin) Right in front of you.

Do you need a hand... looking for what you're after?

No.

Just looking for some family photographs.

-And you are?

-I'm an old friend.

(door closing) (water flushing) (Annie) This you paying your respects?

Should you not have a search warrant, Mr. Rebus?

Who's learning Portuguese?

Me.

Thinking of going on holiday with the insurance money.

Life goes on.

The insurance money pay for all the new stuff?

Won it at the bingo.

Time you left.

(door opening) (door closing) (Clarke) How was it?

(Rebus) Well, I left before the singsong.

So what's the background on this woman?

(Clarke) Amanda Morrison.

Market analyst.

She was recently sacked and is suing the company for sexual discrimination.

(Rebus) Anything else?

(Clarke) I'm not sure.

(Rebus) What?

(Clarke) I just get the feeling she wasn't liked.

(Amanda) So, um, how can I help?

(Rebus) Um, why are you suing Andrew Hammill's company?

I'm not sure how much I can say considering there's gonna be a court case.

(Rebus) Strictest confidence.

Well, in a nutshell, I, um, I hit the glass ceiling.

-It still exists, does it?

-Yes, it does, especially in investment banking.

How about the police force, DS Clarke?

No comment.

(Rebus) And you were disillusioned by that, yeah?

By that, yes, and the constant tit jokes.

It should have been a comfortable environment for a woman to work in.

And it wasn't.

I told him how I felt about it and he, um... Well, he asked me to clear my desk.

Well, just like that?

Cutting off his nose to spite his face.

At the risk of sounding big-headed, I'm the best market analyst he has and he knows it.

Was there anything else bothering you?

(Amanda) Well, for someone who's the head of risk management, Andrew takes a hell a lot of risks.

He targets new companies, invests big, and gets out quick.

(Rebus) And Sammy McNally?

Is that the guy that shot himself?

Yes, that's awful, I'm afraid I... No, I can't help you there, I'm sorry.

Thanks for your time.

If we need to ask some more questions, can we call you?

Anytime.

(soft piano music) -Nice to meet you.

-And you.

Listen, I don't think black's your color, I think blue would really suit you.

(engine sputtering) Don't do this to me!

(engine sputtering) (Clarke) It's okay, she's not watching.

Excuse me?

(Clarke) "I don't think black's your color."

She's a piece of work.

(indistinct conversations) (man) Yes, it is.

Davis, yes.

Yes, we've been looking for him for some time.

That's great.

Where about?

Okay, I've got that.

The post office?

(Billy) You want the good news or the bad news?

(Rebus) Bad.

(Billy) That's handy, 'cause there's no good news.

Oh, just tell me what's wrong with the ... thing!

(Billy) Where do you want me to start?

In a nutshell, you need a new engine.

When did you last put oil in it?

How much?

(Billy) Two grand.

(Rebus) What was Sammy involved in before he died?

Do you know?

(Billy) No.

He was on the doors at the clubs.

Security.

No, he came into money, anyone can see that.

(Billy) He did a job overseas.

His brother-in-law got him involved.

That's all I know.

-Where?

-Africa.

Do you want me to do this or not?

Where in Africa?

(Billy) I can't remember.

It started with A. Algeria?

Angola?

Aye, that was it.

Angola.

Doing what?

Security for Dusanto.

Brother-in-law's name?

McManus.

Gavin McManus.

Well?

Forget it, just give me the keys.

(Billy) They're in it.

(telephone ringing) -DS Clarke.

-Siobhan, find out if there's any link between Dusanto, you know, the chemical company, and Hammill Ferguson.

Sammy's brother-in-law works there.

No problem.

(siren wailing) (Rebus) Thought you'd given up the undercover work.

(Templer) Very funny.

A development do.

At Kirkwood House.

Well, they must have misplaced my invitation.

You look very nice.

(Clarke) Oh, Dusanto's just developed a pesticide for use in the Third World.

They're building a plant just outside the city, hundreds of new jobs.

-Any links?

-Not that I've found.

Word is pesticide is cheap and safe, it will probably make them a fortune.

(Rebus) What language do they speak in Angola?

(Clarke) Angola?

Portuguese, I think.

(Rebus) Yeah, I thought that.

Can you find out what that means?

Alto Chicampa.

(soft music) Is that a name or a place or what?

(Amanda) So is this invitation business or pleasure?

(Rebus) Uh, well, it's--it's both, if that's okay.

(Amanda) Yes, it's fine with me.

So, shall we get the business bit out of the way then?

I need a crash course in investment banking.

(Amanda) Well, we're no different to the guy in the bookies, except he bets on horses and we bet on price swings.

There's $80 trillion out there.

And they're not investments, they're bets.

Do you know where your pension is, what it's funding?

Uh, no idea.

(chuckles) Well, that's fine.

That's fine, if everything's going okay, that's fine.

But, um, as you know, life's not always like that.

There's--there's sometimes the outlier.

Um?

Events you can't predict.

Outside the normal, in the tail end of the probability curve.

I'm sorry, you're going to have to translate that.

(Amanda) Short-term thinking for short-term gain.

Mm.

Mm.

(soft jazz music) And... What about Dusanto?

(Amanda) Same again?

Soda water, maybe a double?

Um, yes, yes, let's um... -Let's party.

-Go crazy?

Uh, same again, thanks, thanks.

So, Dusanto?

Hammill Ferguson put a lot of money into Dusanto.

Maybe they were even thinking about a buy-out.

That's a good investment?

In my opinion, Andrew put too much money in because if anything happens to Dusanto, the whole hedge fund is in big trouble.

Now the hedge fund, that's, I know that means, um... That's there to protect the investor from the unexpected.

(Amanda) Mm-hm.

As we say in finance, "Only perfect hedge in Japanese garden."

(chuckling) And so you were worried that they were putting-- you put all your eggs in one basket?

(Amanda) Mm-hm, yes, I was.

Mm.

When are we gonna get to the fun part of the evening?

(glass clinking) (Templer) That's so kind.

Nice to meet you.

(indistinct chatter) (classical music) -A little top-up?

-Oh.

I'm fine, thanks, sir.

(Jack) Here.

Thank you.

-Thank you, sir.

-Call me Jack.

First name terms tonight.

I'll go back to being Deputy Chief tomorrow, but for tonight it's Jack and Gill.

Cheers, Gill.

Cheers...Jack.

(Sir Vivian) David, I'd like to introduce you to Andrew Hammill.

-Hello.

-I know we'd have something to talk about and catch up.

Chief Superintendent Templer.

I just thought I'd take the opportunity to say hello.

Sir Vivian.

(Sir Vivian) I'm sorry we've not met before.

I don't usually socialize in such illustrious circles.

(Sir Vivian) Well, you're very welcome.

I've been wanting to meet our first female Chief Super for some time.

You've opened doors.

Well done.

So, what's next?

Oh, come, come, Jack.

Don't tell me the glass ceiling still exists.

-Of course not.

-So we might yet see our first female Assistant Chief Constable.

No offense to any of you, Chief.

(Jack) None taken.

(Templer) I'm very happy where I am, but, thank you.

(Sir Vivian) Inspector.

Excuse me.

(Templer) Why am I here?

(Jack) Same reason I am.

To celebrate the opening of the new Dusanto factory, the jobs it's gonna bring.

And to make sure we're all on the same page.

I don't have to tell you what a difference this will make to our community.

And we both know it's not gonna happen without a few indiscretions, a few kickbacks.

As local chief, it falls to you to ensure some overzealous detective constable or inspector doesn't balls things up.

Gill.

(soft music) (siren wailing) (Amanda) Well, I had a nice time, thank you.

Me too.

Do you want to come up?

(Rebus) Well, is this, uh, short-term thinking for short-term gain?

(Amanda) Well, I've got no coffee, so what do you think?

Well, in this case, maybe short-term gain is not a bad thing.

(bluesy music) Did she show you her derivatives?

What was that, DS Clarke?

Late night?

No.

You?

Reading a good book at the moment?

Thursday night's my yoga class.

Well, don't burn the candle at both ends, I'm gonna need you at your best.

I wouldn't get too comfortable, Templer wants to see you.

Oh, I did find out something interesting last night.

Hammill has invested in Dusanto big-time.

Try and find some information on that, would you?

Love the blue.

(Templer) How are you getting on with this McNally case?

You said you'd keep me posted.

(Rebus) I'm making some progress.

I thought this was pretty straightforward.

A suicide, right?

Yes.

So, what's the problem?

Why are you so interested in it?

I think a crime has been committed.

But I'm not sure what kind yet.

Are you sure you're not chasing your tail on this?

No, I am not.

Look, I have to make sure my limited resources are being used properly.

There are three serious assaults on your desk.

I need to have them cleared.

(soft music) This is the second time you've asked me about this.

Why are you so interested in it?

(thwacking) (Rebus) Afternoon, Mr. Hammill.

(Hammill) Not a golfer then, Mr. Rebus?

(Rebus) No.

No, the polo necks put me off.

They're not compulsory.

I'm seeing more of you than I am of my wife.

Should I have my lawyer present?

I'm just making a few connections, tying up a few loose ends.

You usually spend this long on the suicide of a petty criminal?

(Rebus) I've found a link between you and Sammy.

-Really?

-His brother-in-law was the chief executive at Dusanto, company that you heavily invested in.

Six degrees of separation.

You can link anyone to anyone if you try hard enough.

I could probably link you to the Pope if I put my mind to it.

What's Dusanto doing in Africa?

Nothing, as far as I know.

I invested in the company, I don't run it.

Sammy worked at Dusanto.

You virtually owned it.

It's beginning to fall into place.

What is exactly?

Well, before...

I just thought you were hiding something.

Now I know you are.

Here's the difference between us.

You, what?

30K a year, give or take?

Me...300,000.

Plus bonuses.

You...divorced, like a drink, blood pressure through the roof.

Me...devoted wife, heart like an ox.

Your future...

Sitting in a caravan, staring at a bottle of whiskey.

Me...retirement at 50, and then a yacht, in the Caribbean.

You're punching above your weight, Rebus.

Back off.

-So how is he?

-They're discharging him.

He's comin' home in a couple of days.

(Clarke) Well, I'm glad to hear that.

I'm afraid we haven't found who did it yet.

(Elaine's son) Mom, where did we hear about this job from?

(Elaine) The paper.

He's applying for a job.

They're recruiting for this Dusanto plant.

Oh, that's great.

Aye, he's got a good chance.

They're favoring locals apparently.

If they're working, there's hope.

You know?

They can get some self-respect.

Not go looking for it by carrying a knife.

(Templer) No home to go to?

Just finishing.

Dedication's good, but sleep helps.

I hope you're not doing this for Rebus.

Bad enough he's wasting his own time.

I don't want him wasting yours.

(indistinct chattering) Just Coke.

I'm impressed.

(cellphone ringing) Hello?

Um, look, I'm in the middle of something at the moment.

Can I call you back?

No, no, I will, I will.

Okay, okay, speak to you later.

Bye now.

How's it going, anyway?

That was Amanda Morrison, I take it?

You still think she's dodgy, don't you?

I'm only telling you what I heard.

Anyway, isn't there a potential conflict of interest?

Your concern is appreciated.

Now, what have you got for me?

I found out what Alto Chicampa means.

It's a small village in a central part of Angola.

There's a report of children getting some kind of virus there.

Apparently a pharmaceutical company was testing drugs.

Illegally.

That was all I could find.

Nothing about Dusanto.

(Rebus) He was there.

Sammy was in that village.

Now, I need more on that story.

I'm not sure there is any more.

You know...

This new Dusanto factory, it's going to change things.

Give the people of West Mills some hope.

It's desolate out there.

I know West Mills.

Now what's the point?

Maybe this guy, Hammill, isn't all bad.

That's all.

Hello.

Oh, it's for me, not you.

(Rebus) Just one question.

Did Andrew Hammill ever mention a place called Alto Chicampa?

No.

Why?

(Rebus) Sammy McNally worked there for Dusanto.

-Ah.

-I just wondered.

Something bothering you?

They've made me a proposition.

They've offered an out-of-court settlement.

Serious money.

Well, that's good, isn't it?

You don't think I should take it, do you?

Well, after what you said about the way they treated you, I thought you wanted to name and shame.

Oh, I--I really do.

I don't even really know how I ended up in financing.

When I was at uni, I was a classic radical lefty, organizing, agitating.

CND, Greenham Common.

I even organized a sit-in for your right to work.

I had a conscience back then.

Well, what is it they said?

If you're not a socialist at 16, -you've got no heart?

-Yeah, and if you're still one at 40, you're a fool.

It was the second bit I never liked.

You don't believe it's true?

If he wants to do a deal with you...

He's scared.

He's really scared.

You could take him all the way.

(Amanda) Do you... Do you really think I could do that?

(sighing) Can I stay?

I thought you'd never ask.

You okay?

Jesus, I thought you were asleep!

(Rebus) Is something happening out there?

No, no, no, no.

Just, uh...

I just like looking at the empty streets.

They remind me of an Edward Hopper painting.

There is something though.

It doesn't matter.

What?

I, um... (sighing) I just want you to know me better, that's all.

Well, that makes two of us.

So why don't you come back to bed?

(Templer) What's this?

(Clarke) Some research.

(Templer) To do with Dusanto?

Yeah.

He's determined to find something on them.

Christ!

Why doesn't he listen?

You'd think he'd wonder why he's still a DI when everyone else has moved on!

(Clarke) What if he's right?

There is something odd about all this.

(Templer) And if he's wrong?

Which is not unheard of.

He's putting hundreds of jobs at risk.

Jobs this city badly needs.

He used to do the same to me.

I don't want to be the only Chief Superintendent in our force that wears lipstick.

In public, anyway.

Look... You've got what it takes, Siobhan.

Don't let him drag you down with him.

(moody guitar music) (Rebus) I was wondering what your brother-in-law was doing in Alto Chicampa.

(Gavin) Where?

A village in Angola.

(Gavin) Oh, right, I get you, yes.

He was employed as a driver.

For who?

Myself and other Dusanto employees.

We were scouting a location for a storage facility.

So why do you need a bodyguard?

I didn't say bodyguard, I said driver.

Well, if you need a driver, you wouldn't have employed Sammy.

He's my sister's-- Was my sister's husband.

I was trying to help them out.

(Rebus) Who's this?

(Gavin) No idea.

What's this got to do with Sammy?

This photo was in his wallet.

Could be someone he met over there.

He liked kids.

Shame, they can't have any.

Not now, that's for sure.

(Gavin) That's the new plant.

-A bit wee, isn't it?

-Oh, we're expanding.

We're going to rejuvenate that whole side of the city.

So I keep hearing.

So what's it called, this new product?

(Gavin) Oh, we don't have a name yet.

It's still in the testing stage.

(Rebus) Is that why you have all the security down there?

It looks like... Guantanamo Bay down there.

(Gavin) Well, we get a bad press, the odd headcase that tries to break in now and then.

Bad press.

Like Bhopal.

(indistinct chatter) This new pesticide Dusanto's bringing out, they have to test it, right?

Get a passenger list of everyone who's flown to Angola three months before and three months after the virus, okay?

(Clarke) I have to finish these reports.

(Rebus) This is important, DS Clarke.

(Clarke) So is this, sir.

(Rebus) Has Templer been talking to you?

She has, hasn't she?

(Clarke) I'm sorry.

(Rebus) Keeping in with the right people, are we?

Making sure the pension's safe?

Stop right there.

Just remember who you're talking to here.

Did you tell DS Clarke to stop working with me on the McNally case?

-Yes.

-Why?

Because you've put her in an impossible position.

She's torn between her loyalty to you and her job.

Now, I told you before, let this go!

Not until I find out why everyone's so nervous around here.

You're making a huge miscalculation, John.

You cannot keep biting the hand that feeds you.

Oh, come on, they're hiding something!

(Templer) What?

What are they hiding?

This obsession could cost you your job, you know.

-I'm serious.

-You think I'm worried about that?

This is your life.

It's all you have.

Even you know how it works.

Sometimes, you have to play the game.

Compromise.

You can't achieve much from the outside looking in.

You believe that, do you?

I've worked hard to get here.

And I've opened the door for all the other women in this force to follow me.

I'm proud of that.

It's important.

I'm not letting you ... it up.

You don't even know what you're looking for.

I'll know when I find it.

(door closing) (clinking) (man) A pint of heavy and a pint of lager.

(cellphone ringing) -Hello?

-Hi, it's me.

Look, can you come over?

I need to speak to you.

I thought we were meeting here.

(Amanda) Yeah, but there's something I need to tell you.

Come now, please.

Sure, sure, I'll be right over.

(buzzing) (buzzing) (knocking) (buzzing) (dramatic music) Oh, no!

Amanda!

Ah.

This is DI Rebus.

I need an ambulance.

40, um... Uh, 48, uh, Grenvillener Street.

Um... Stab victim.

No pulse.

Oh.

Ohh.

(siren wailing) A pint of heavy, please.

And a large whiskey.

(Clarke) How are you doing?

You should get some sleep.

Any other helpful suggestions?

You should take a look at this.

I decided to get that passenger list for you.

Portuguese Airlines.

(soft music) Sammy McNally traveled to Africa with Gavin McManus and a representative from Hammill Ferguson.

Hammill.

Amanda.

She lied to you.

Whatever went on out there, she knew about it all along.

(door opening) (moody music) (Sir Vivian) Did you find the place all right?

(sighing) -No problem.

-Excellent.

Vivian Kirkwood.

I thought we'd have a drink first, then do a spot of rough shooting before lunch.

I take it you've handled a gun before?

Some.

(Sir Vivian) After you.

(soft music) I did wonder if we might try the rabbit or hare, but decided on clay pigeon.

Fine with you?

-Fine.

-Straight through.

(man) Enjoy your day, sir.

Beautiful day.

(indistinct chattering) (Sir Vivian) West Highland or Speyside, Inspector?

Just water, please.

(Sir Vivian) Fine, so long as you don't dare mix it with one of my malts.

We'll speak later, hm?

(Hammill) Hell of a hill there, isn't it?

Yeah.

(Templer) Pull!

(gunshot) (Hammill) Pull.

(gunshot) (Templer) Pull!

(Rebus) Oh, could I nick one of those?

(man) Lunch will be served in about 20 minutes, sir.

(man) Pull!

(gunshot) (Templer) Pull!

What are you doing here?

Well, um, I could ask the same question.

I didn't know you knew our Development Minister.

Next you'll be buying shares in Dusanto.

Now you listen to me, Rebus.

I'm not having you destroy this opportunity because of some unfounded personal vendetta.

I'll be speaking to Templer.

And you're to lie low and keep your nose out of it.

Do I make myself clear?

Oh, don't worry, sir.

-You'll not notice me.

-Pull!

(gunshots) (Sir Vivian) Inspector Rebus, enjoying yourself?

(Rebus) No.

(Sir Vivian) I like your directness.

Would you like to see the view from the tower?

It goes all the way to the Fourth.

At one time, everywhere as far as the eye could see was owned by this estate.

Everyone had work.

Those were the days.

Yes, there's something to be said for it.

Better than sink estates like West Mills.

Full of people who have never had a day's work in their lives.

Why am I here?

Because I want to know if you've decided to stop the investigation.

Why do you want to know?

I secured the development grant for Dusanto from the government.

It's a wonderful opportunity.

And if you damage Dusanto's reputation, then investors lose confidence and we lose thousands of potential jobs, jobs this area badly needs.

You seem to forget that someone has killed Amanda Morrison.

Now I'm going to crucify the bastard.

(Sir Vivian) No, I had not forgot, Inspector.

But you should know what's in the tree before you shake it.

Inspector Rebus has, I'm afraid, been stumbling in the dark.

There's something you should all know about Amanda Morrison.

Several hundred people were killed in an illegal drugs operation in Angola, near to where Dusanto were operating.

Dusanto were naturally nervous about being wrongly implicated in those deaths and Amanda Morrison used that to try and blackmail them.

Do you believe that?

(Sir Vivian) It is the subject of an ongoing investigation by the Angolan authorities.

You can check.

We did.

Now it's not for me to tell you how to do your job, but we suspect that the people who are really responsible for those deaths were the people that killed her.

(Jack) Tread very carefully, Rebus.

For everyone's sake.

You had better get him under control and remember, Templer, we're all in this together.

-Meaning, sir?

-Meaning if he goes down, you go with him.

(dark music) (Annie) Mr. Rebus.

(Rebus) Why were you seeing Hammill?

Talk to me, Annie!

(Annie) He wanted to pay me off.

He thought I knew stuff.

Stuff about Dusanto.

And you don't?

Just what I told you.

Why was he worried?

I don't know.

He kept asking about Billy Spears.

Wanted to know if I knew where he was.

Is he on the Dusanto payroll?

Billy?

I've no idea.

Who's this?

(soft music) -I don't know.

-Sammy not mention him?

(Annie) No.

It's probably some poor soul he befriended.

He loved kids.

(Rebus) I'm going to have to come to the house, have another look around.

(suspenseful music) (Annie) What is it you're looking for exactly?

I don't know.

Did he have a place where he kept things that were special to him?

He didn't have anything special.

He had a box in the garage.

Oh God.

Who are these children?

God!

(Rebus) Victims of chemical testing.

Testing that went wrong.

They've really got you turning tricks, haven't they?

Still think they should open the factory?

You still think Hammill isn't all that bad?

Dusanto's illegally testing.

The tests have gone wrong.

Amanda knew that and she was gonna blow the whistle.

There's your motive, right there.

Now they're trying to cover it up?

They're throwing around threats and bribes like confetti.

Are you saying Hammill is involved in this?

(Rebus) They're all involved!

Kirkwood!

The Deputy Chief!

All of them!

I don't believe Gunner could have known.

So you're just gonna let him off for being stupid?

Well?

You'll need proof, John.

Now.

Or they'll destroy you, they'll destroy both of us.

Go with him.

Oi!

McManus!

Was it these you were trying to find at Sammy's funeral?

Want to take a look?

Look at them!

Somebody always talks, Gavin.

Now if I was in your shoes, I'd make sure it was me.

(Gavin) We had these tanks of pesticide.

It was safe enough.

But a pipe was corroded.

Water got in.

It creates a chemical reaction.

Forms methyl isocyanate.

It's deadly.

By the time we realized what had happened, the coughing was so bad that children were writhing in pain.

One by one, they were dying.

They're still dying.

And Hammill put pressure on Dusanto to cover it up?

Yes, to protect the hedge fund.

Then, Kirkwood heard and started pulling strings.

Because he's got money in the hedge fund?

Amanda knew this... And she didn't want to be part of it.

Amanda, are you joking?

It was Amanda who organized the cover-up.

She paid off officials and had bodies buried in mass graves, no questions asked.

It was madness, but when we come back, she and Sammy... took it bad.

Hammill was gonna pay her to keep her mouth shut.

But she called me just before she died.

She'd changed her mind.

She was going to talk to you.

What about the sexual discrimination case?

(Gavin) A cover for the payoff.

That's why he sacked her.

Who killed her, Gavin?

I don't know.

I really don't.

Nobody wanted those kids to die!

It was an accident!

I was doing what I thought was right!

(indistinct shouting) (Templer) We've got this.

CCTV footage outside Amanda's.

Do you know him?

(Rebus) That's Billy Spears.

A friend of McNally.

He's tagged.

(Clarke) Deputy Chief Gunner's here.

(Templer) Okay, you make yourself scarce.

I'll handle Gunner.

(knocking, door opening) Where is Rebus?

-No idea.

-Then find him.

We cannot have him stumbling about, scattering accusations that are entirely unsubstantiated.

He's a pinless grenade.

You don't want to be anywhere near him when he explodes.

You're dead right, sir.

Gill...

Try to remember what's on offer here.

There's no limit to what you can achieve.

And remember, we're in this together.

With all due respect, sir... are we ...!

(dark music) (shouting) (Billy) Ya bastard!

Ah!

Stop!

Stay where you are!

I'm not gettin' a ... heart attack -chasing you anywhere!

-What is this?

I've done nothing!

-Did you kill her?

-No, no way!

(Rebus) Don't ... me, Billy!

It was Hammill!

(Rebus) Tell me!

He knew you'd been seeing her.

(Rebus) How?

(Billy) I'd seen yous.

She said she was gonna talk to you!

He told me to go in her flat.

Said he wanted me to scare her a bit, that was all.

But when I got there he was covered in blood!

Said she'd went for him.

Told me to make the place look like it had been robbed.

You better testify to that in court.

Because it's you or him now, Billy.

(indistinct chattering) (clattering) (Hammill) DI Rebus.

Managed to scrape together the joining fee, did you?

(Rebus) Don't think you'll be a member much longer.

Not after these hit the evening papers.

Maybe your friends would like to see them, too.

Methyl isocyanate poisoning.

Attacks the central nervous system.

First, vomiting.

Next, blindness.

After that, your lungs collapse and you choke on your own body fluids.

Have I put you off your dinner?

(Hammill) You can't substantiate any of this.

(Rebus) Don't be too sure.

Andrew Hammill, I'm detaining you for the murder of Amanda Morrison.

On your feet.

-Sir Vivian... -Don't ask him for help, he's got enough problems.

On your feet!

(indistinct whispering) Now here's the real difference between you and me.

You...bankrupt, ruined, doing life.

Me?

Same as usual.

(man) Mind your head, sir.

(engine sputtering) Oh, no!

(horn blaring) That's it.

(engine whining) (honking) All right!

(horn blaring) (engine starting) Come on, come on!

(bluesy music) (glass shattering) I'd like to report a stolen car.

Registration K949 ABV.

Rebus.

Yes.

DI Rebus.

(theme music) (bright music)