Rebus

(theme music) (distant phone ringing) (eerie music) (trumpet blaring) (Mike) You're listening to Mike Walker.

Now, the General Assembly of the Church of Scotland starts today, which this year has relocated to the McEwan Hall.

We've been asking our listeners to come up with a collective term for them, you know, like a "gaggle of geese."

John e-mails to suggest a "reverie of reverends."

Reverie?

Is that not rooks or crows or something?

We have Alistair from down the road in sunny Portobello.

He's suggesting a "commandment of ministers."

Yeah, quite like that one.

(laughter) Keep them coming!

(melancholic music) (murmuring) -Ken Flatley?

-Mm.

(DI Rebus) How's he doing?

(nurse) Ah, Ken's having a good day today.

-Are you, ah... -We used to work together.

(nurse) Ah, I hope that's not what I think it is.

What do you think it is?

What I hope it's not.

(Ken) I told you!

I don't want that ...!

(dishes shattering) Ken?

Breakfast no good?

(solemn music) (murmuring) (indistinct whispering) Where is that man?

It's no way to start, is it?

I'll try him again.

(phone ringing) (disturbing music) (DI Rebus) You remember Danny Miller?

With his sarcastic knuckles?

Love one side, peace the other?

Well, you couldn't even read it because it was all too busy.

(Ken) John, John, I had to get you here.

You're the only one can help me.

They're trying to kill us.

I swear to God.

They're trying to--all of us!

One this week, one the week before.

(distant chattering) Oh, Christ.

John, you have to promise me you'll find out what they're doing.

(Michael) I'd like to look over here.

(indistinct speaking) (DI Rebus) Ken... (Ken) You remember Rod Stewart stole my girlfriend?

Bastard!

(Michael) It's early stage Alzheimer's, I'm afraid, inspector, tends to drift in and out.

It's a very frightening thing.

They can become quite, quite paranoid.

You must understand, we have quite a large establishment here.

Unfortunately, that means there's rarely a week goes by when one of our residents doesn't, well, you know.

(DI Rebus) He was my first station sergeant.

Put the fear of God in you.

Sorry, excuse me.

Thank you.

Rebus.

(mysterious music) (investigator) I'll get these off to the lab.

(DS Clarke) Park keeper found them.

-Throats cut.

-How long?

(DS Clarke) Six, seven hours.

Derek Brady.

Do you know him?

(DI Rebus) Uh-huh, so should you.

A couple of hours from now, he would have been the new moderator of the Church of Scotland.

And?

Oh, there you go.

Iris Steele, married to Thomas "Don't-Call-Me-Tommy" Steele.

He runs a scrap yard.

Doesn't ask too many questions.

(DS Clarke) What would they be doing together?

(DI Rebus) Well, they say opposites attract.

Parky?

(DS Clarke) He saw them alive last night just as he was knocking off.

There's a lot of traffic that comes through here.

You know, courting couples.

(DI Rebus) Not much courting, I would have thought.

(somber music) (Rev.

Carson) I'm afraid it's my sad duty to inform you that our friend, Derek Brady, has died.

(man) Note from the boss.

(singer) The right time to roll to me The right time to roll to me (Mike) Are you serious?

Okay, I'll cut the Assembly jokes.

-All of them?

-All of them.

(upbeat music) (Mike) Del Amitri.

Remember those sideburns?

(DI Rebus) Well, there are a few Elvises running around and plenty of Cliffs.

But, uh, I think Thomas is the only Tommy Steele.

(DS Clarke) He could've changed it.

(DI Rebus) Hm, that would be an admission to weakness.

That's not our Thomas.

(dog barking distantly) Thomas, sorry for your loss.

Inspector Rebus.

What the ...?

Eh, inspector?

(DI Rebus) Wouldn't you be better at home?

I can't.

I just can't.

(DI Rebus) Well, I need to ask a few questions, see if we can sort this out, okay?

What time did Iris go out last night?

Don't know, maybe 9:00.

We had a bit of a row, and then she left.

(DI Rebus) And you, what did you do?

What do you think?

I had a wee drink.

Next thing I know, one of your jokers is rattling the door.

Mr. Steele, did you know the Reverend Derek Brady?

No.

Yes!

I met him a couple of months ago at a wedding.

Same table, that's all.

At least, I thought that was all.

(DS Clarke) Do you know why they would have been together last night?

Were they having an affair?

You think if I knew that I'd have let her out the door?

Well, we're gonna have to ask you to make a statement.

And the boys are gonna want to, ah, have a look at your house, and check your clothes and round here and-- it's just the usual, okay?

Doesn't mean anything.

My wife's been murdered.

You think I did this?

My wife's been murdered, and you come round here accusing me?

You 'round his house doin' the same thing?

I bet you're not, why's that?

You're 'round here first.

Why's that, Rebus?

(train rumbling past) I didn't touch her.

She was my wife.

(indistinct speaking) (grim music) (DI Rebus) Do you have to be Church of Scotland to drive for this mob?

Sure do.

My insurance is third party, fire and brimstone.

(DS Clarke) He's said that before.

(DI Rebus) Ah, divide and conquer.

(Alice) Just like make your way through to the sitting room, for us.

I was wondering, Moderator Carson, if you'd conduct the service?

(Rev.

Carson) Of course I will.

(Alice) Thank you very much.

Thank you.

(DS Clarke) Mrs. Brady?

(Alice) Mrs. Steele was a very troubled woman.

I think her husband was violent towards her.

Some of these women have nowhere else to go.

My husband would see her from time to time as part of his pastoral work.

(DS Clarke) But she wasn't a member of his congregation?

No.

But that didn't matter.

My husband didn't believe-- I mean, what you really want to know is were they having an affair?

I don't know.

My husband would often see people in the church hall in the evening.

But what he was doing in that park-- he was naked.

(DI Rebus) Reverend Brady was to be your successor?

(Rev.

Carson) Yes, today, in fact.

I suppose they'll keep me on for a while now.

Terrible shock.

Aye, must be.

You weren't aware of anyone taking against him?

Did he hold any particularly controversial views?

Anything that made him stand out?

(Rev.

Carson) Derek Brady was a scrupulously decent man, and he would have made a terrific moderator.

And the woman he was with?

You understand how they were found?

Yes, inspector, I do.

And I say, "Let he who is without sin cast the first stone."

Now, if you'll excuse me.

(door opening and closing) (Alice) You know, for many years he was prone to these very dark depressions.

But in the last few months, he seemed so much better.

(DS Clarke) In what way?

This whole wanting to be moderator.

That ambition, that was new.

Do you think it was her?

(DS Clarke) I really couldn't-- When he didn't come home last night-- (Alice) I was worried sick.

I didn't know whether he was in trouble or-- Eventually, I phoned the hospitals and then the police.

(male reporter) Moderator, moderator!

(female reporter) Moderator, did you know about the affair?

(Rev.

Carson) No affair.

Derek Brady was involved in pastoral-- If you'd known about the affair, would he have become moderator?

(Rev.

Carson) Now, this has been a dreadful tragedy for all concerned, and our thoughts and our prayers go out to Mrs. Brady and to Mr. Steele at this difficult time.

Now, we are putting our full trust in Detective Inspector Rebus and his team, and I'm quite convinced they will get to the bottom of this, thank you.

(male reporter) Inspector, can you give us any more information?

Can you tell us where the bodies were found?

(tense music) (DI Rebus) Supercilious-- Michael Patterson.

(DS Clarke) I'm sorry?

Michael Patterson, driving a white van.

(DS Clarke) Where?

(DI Rebus) Morven House, the nursing home.

I thought he was inside.

Check him out, would you?

Jean Monroe, United Press Associates.

(DI Rebus) Good for you!

- 104.5 - Waverley FM (bright music) (Mike) Morning, Abigail.

(Abigail) Morning.

Looking wonderful today.

(Abigail) Thank you.

-This is DJ Scott on 104.5 FM.

-Thank you.

(Scott) Coming up in 20 minutes, the Mike Walker Show.

(radio station chatter) - 104.5 - Waverley FM (DI Rebus) Derek Brady and Iris Steele, they were lovers.

Perhaps they were seeking enlightenment?

Or higher truth?

It doesn't matter.

Somebody killed them.

Siobhan, the easiest solution?

(DS Clarke) Thomas Steele.

He has motive, no alibi, and his prints were all over the car.

So, we throw the book at him?

-No, sir.

-Why not?

He may be a bit of an all around ..., but that doesn't make him a killer.

Of course his prints are all over the car, it's a family car.

Likelier scenario, the Steeles had a fight.

Iris storms out looking for a shoulder to cry on.

Enter Derek Brady.

Was this a one-off or was it a regular haunt?

Was it a wrong place, wrong time?

Were they followed there?

Did somebody force them to drive there?

(DC Hynds) One of the couples from the park reported a motorbike cruising around but it was quite early on.

Apart from that, well, they were all busy.

(DI Rebus) Derek Brady, the man himself, any complaints about him?

Malicious letters?

Was he fond of airing controversial views about the Virgin Birth or euthanasia?

Did somebody not want him to become moderator?

What?

Don't you want to tell me to tread carefully with the Church?

Not to upset too many people in high places?

Not at all, John.

You know I always respect your instincts.

Right.

Right.

Well, first one to come up with a grand conspiracy theory involving the Church wins a Mars bar.

(laughing) I went to see Ken Flatley.

(indistinct speaking) He's losing it a bit.

He made us what we are.

And we should thank him for that?

(mysterious music) (murmuring) (DS Clarke) That's Mason, he was on the shortlist for moderator.

And the other two are-- (DI Rebus) You just, uh, see if you can find them.

(indistinct speaking) Reverend Mason?

Detective Inspector Rebus.

(Rev.

Mason) Ah, yes, of course.

(DI Rebus) Did you know Derek Brady at all?

(Rev.

Mason) Oh, long time ago.

He would have made a fine moderator.

(DI Rebus) Yes, well, that seems to be the party line.

Do you think that he would've-- (Rev.

Mason) Detective inspector, that's who you should be talking to, Andrew McLeod.

He has something on everyone.

(DI Rebus) Not many of us left these days.

(lighter flicking) No ashtrays in Heaven, I expect?

(Rev.

McLeod) Probably not, inspector.

(DI Rebus) You worked with the last half dozen moderators.

Now, in politics, that would make you a fixer.

(Rev.

McLeod) Not quite that.

(DI Rebus) But you would've been involved in the vetting process, and if there was any hint of a scandal involving Brady, you would know about it?

(Rev.

McLeod) Inspector, appointing a Moderator is a bit like appointing a national football manager.

They always seem to be just the right man for the job.

Then six months down the line, you discover what an idiot you've taken on.

Derek Brady would've been no better or worse than some others I can think of.

Was he having an affair?

Does it matter?

I wouldn't be surprised.

Once you reach a certain level at anything, be it politics or the arts or perhaps even the police, there's a certain type of woman that finds that alluring.

Well, maybe that only kicks in at, uh, superintendent level.

If Derek was having an affair, it wouldn't have changed our decision.

(waiter) What can I get for you?

(DS Clarke) Brady was having an affair.

Well, according to the church gossip.

And I checked on the wife.

She reported him missing at midnight.

The station sergeant remembered her because there'd been some trouble at her home a few days before.

(DI Rebus) What sort of trouble?

Altercation involving a window being broken.

Ah, the top left, yeah, I remember.

Patrol spoke to one Thomas Steele at the scene, but the Bradys didn't want to press charges.

Well, I can understand Tommy not wanting to boast about his wife having an affair with the local minister.

But why didn't Alice Brady mention it?

Pull her in.

(DS Clarke) Oh, and in my spare time I checked out your white-van man, Michael Patterson.

He was inside for selling counterfeit goods.

Released six months ago.

Do you want me to follow up?

(DI Rebus) Uh, no.

I've got a better idea.

If I want a dog, I'll go to the kennel.

-Are you calling me a dog?

-I do the following!

You hear me?

I'm only trying to get a story.

All right, young lady, here's how it works.

You scratch my back, et cetera, et cetera.

Man called Michael Patterson.

You might want to find out what he's up to and how he's connected to the Morven Nursing Home.

There's your bone.

This is to do with the murders?

You tell me.

(DS Clarke) You neglected to mention that Thomas Steele put a brick through your window.

Do you not think that might have had a certain relevance?

The poor man had lost his wife, I didn't-- That poor man may have killed his wife and your husband.

No.

(DS Clarke) Why do you say that?

He loved his wife as much as I loved my husband.

He was hurt, he was angry.

He had a chance to do us some harm and what did he do?

He threw a pebble through a small window.

That's all.

He's not a murderer.

(tense music) (DI Rebus) Good timing.

-You have them?

-Think so.

The angle's a bit iffy but if I freeze it, you can just see.

(DS Clarke) That's the registration.

(DI Rebus) That's the two of them in front.

Too dark to see the back.

Time, 9:32.

(DC Hynds) This is an accident black spot about four miles from the park.

Cameras were put up last year.

It's the last camera I can trace between here and there.

(DS Clarke) Four miles that time of night, they'd have been in the park in about ten minutes.

(DI Rebus) Can we track it back so we can maybe pick them up earlier?

(DC Hynds) Yes, sir.

(DI Rebus) No, no, don't, wait, wait.

No, let that run.

Yeah.

(DC Hynds) Looks like a Honda, sir.

(balls banging) Want to talk to you about your visit to the Bradys'.

Last week, wasn't it?

You thought they were having an affair so you dealt with it in the traditional fashion, brick through the bedroom window.

So what if I did?

Bastard was screwing my wife.

-You're sure about that?

-Yeah, 'course.

She seemed happier, you know, not with me.

You can always tell, can't you, when your wife's having sex with someone else.

You can just tell.

(balls rattling) (DS Clarke) But she denied it?

(Thomas) Of course she did.

(balls rattling) Look at this.

Honda.

As seen on TV.

(Thomas) It's a bit knackered.

When I'm stuck, it gets me from A to B.

So, that first time that you, uh, followed them back to his house, it was on that?

(Thomas) No, she dropped him off.

(DS Clarke) So, then you confronted him?

(Thomas) Yeah, he denied everything.

I should've decked him there and then, but his stuck-up ... of a wife came to the door, so I left.

I went back later to do the window.

Stupid!

(DS Clarke) So, the night she died, you had a fight, she drove off, you followed again?

(Thomas) I told you!

We had a fight, she walked out, I had a bit of a drink.

I never saw her again.

Thing is, night of the murder we've got CCTV coverage.

And there was a bike just like that right behind Iris' car.

Now, we're having it enhanced, and I'm willing to bet it was you.

It wasn't me.

I've lost the keys.

I haven't been on it in ages.

Come on, Tommy.

You lost it.

You couldn't bear the idea of them both together.

You lost it.

Tell me the truth.

Let's finish it!

All right, I followed them, but I never touched them.

I swear to God.

Ooh.

Right now, I think that's the last person you should be swearing to.

Get your coat.

What do you think?

I think every time he opens his mouth a lie comes out.

Every kind of condom you care to imagine, but no murder weapon.

What's this?

(dramatic music) Inside and outside the car seems to be random bits torn from the same newspaper.

-And Steele?

-He's downstairs.

I'm letting him soak for a while.

I'll have another go at him later.

So, that Mars bar's gonna go unclaimed?

(DI Rebus) I'm going to see Ken Flatley.

What?

You wanna come?

-I'm sure he'd appreciate it.

-No.

(melancholic music) No!

(birds chirping) Come on!

This is ridiculous.

(DI Rebus) You remember WPC Templer?

(music playing on TV) Hello, Ken.

They say you're not eating.

And that's how they're doing it, poison in the food.

Well, not everybody's food.

It looks random, but I think there's a pattern.

Look, there you are, look, on the telly.

(Rev.

Carson) ...at this difficult time.

Now, we are putting our full trust in Detective Inspector Rebus and his team, and I am quite convinced they will get to the bottom of this.

Thank you.

(reporter) The victims have been named as the Reverend Derek Brady and Mrs. Iris Steele.

I remember her, the woman.

-Aye, that's, um-- -No, no, I never forget a name.

I know her.

She's dead now, is she?

What was her-- Don't worry about it.

Shut up and bring us some tea!

A wee, blonde lass.

Iris!

(DI Rebus) Iris, Iris, that's right.

Iris Steele, married to Thomas Steele, you remember?

He'd scrap your car for you, well, even if you didn't want it scrapped.

(Ken) Aye, a bit of a header.

Iris, I remember Iris.

(Michael) Sorry for this.

We usually have a quiet time round about now.

(Ken) Templer... you always had great tits.

(birds chirping) (DCS Templer) Bastard.

Always was.

These were different times.

I didn't want you to like him, I wanted you to learn, like Johnny Cash, A Boy Named Sue.

If I ever get like that, shoot me, please.

And what was the other one?

What was so nasty, he had to whisper?

He said, "I always knew she'd do well."

(birds chirping) (inaudible) (foreboding music) (car engine starting and revving) (keys jingling) (muffled screaming) (intense music) (man) But steak's processed these days, I mean, it's all full of hormones.

It just makes no sense!

Steak is always gonna be better than hamburger.

(man) Not if you prefer hamburger.

(laughing) Can't dictate what you like, you know.

(Mike) Enough!

We have Caroline on the line.

What's it to be, Caroline?

Caroline?

(man) Come on, sweet Caroline You're my sweet Caroline You know I wanna take you wherever you might make it Come on, sweet Caroline You take my hand and together we will rock 'n' roll (sinister music) Got one.

(man) I did another one.

I'm sorry?

(man) I did another one!

Ugh!

-What the?

-...!

(man) Here!

Come on, go, go!

(DS Clarke) It's the same MO (DI Rebus) Well, this changes things.

Find the other two candidates on the short list.

They're gonna need protecting.

-Is there a wife, family?

-He wasn't married.

(DI Rebus) Anything else?

(DS Clarke) Newspaper clippings again, sir.

(camera shuttering) (DI Rebus) Wouldn't it be refreshing to meet a serial killer who wasn't into cryptic?

(disturbing music) Oh, anyway.

I'm more interested in that.

(DC Hynds) They've got a running problem with these guys, they can't keep them out.

(DI Rebus) Okay, take it back.

(DS Clarke) What about Steele?

He's still downstairs in custody, can't be in two places at once.

(DI Rebus) Thinking that.

Gets his throat cut, half 8:00?

How long has the killer been in the car?

Rewind.

(DS Clarke) If there's no sexual motive, why the nudity?

(DI Rebus) Maybe he has to have the uniform off before he can kill 'em.

Here.

(DS Clarke) Where'd he go?

(DI Rebus) There, inside.

So, he's been waiting, what, how long?

(DS Clarke) It's about ten minutes.

(DI Rebus) That's quite precise.

He's been watching him.

He knew he was coming.

He must've been in the Assembly.

(DS Clarke) I just got a call from a local radio producer.

Her DJ got a crank call, thought it might be connected to the murder.

Okay.

Go and talk to them.

(DS Clarke) What are you thinking?

When I was at school, the ones who were into the Church were always the oddballs in the classroom.

Not merely chums, a bit weird.

Stranger things.

(Rev.

McLeod) Inspector.

The moderator would like a word.

(door closing) (Rev.

Carson) Ah, Detective Inspector Rebus.

What on earth is going on?

Two of my ministers!

(DI Rebus) You were Head of Divinity here at the university?

A long time ago, yes.

(DI Rebus) I never had the benefit of a university education, but I've picked up a few things along the road.

And, in my experience, I've found that whenever a man of the cloth has been involved in an impropriety, the Church tends to protect rather than to expose.

Would that be right?

Well, if you mean we don't rush to judgment, Mr. Rebus, then, yeah.

Because I'm pretty sure that these killings aren't random, and if you're withholding any evidence, there'll be serious consequences.

Are you threatening me, Mr. Rebus?

Yes.

Well, sir.

I can tell you there have never been any complaints at all about the Reverends Brady and Mason.

And perhaps if you spent a wee bit more time trying to find the degenerate responsible for these ghastly murders instead of impugning the integrity -of these two fine men-- -I'd like to see the files on these victims.

(suspicious music) (Rev.

Carson) Reverend McLeod, could we have the files on the Reverends Brady and Mason?

(Mike) Today we're talking about daft names for children.

Would you really name your child after a hotel-- DS Clarke, I'm here to see Mike Walker.

-Yeah, just take a seat.

-Thank you.

(radio chatter) (Mike) Hi!

(DS Clarke) DS Clarke.

(Mike) DJ Walker.

The crank call?

There's always one.

Just running off a tape.

You wanna hear it now?

Please.

Why do you think he called you?

(Mike) Oh, head cases like an audience, and it's that kind of show.

I get them all.

People who are of sound mind do not normally need to phone a radio show to have an argument.

That's what marriage is for.

(tape rewinding) (DS Clarke) Do you ever meet any of your cranks?

You're joking!

It's a confrontational show, but once I'm out of here, I'm out of here.

If we feel that someone genuinely needs help, we have counselors we can refer them to, but most just want to let off steam.

Here we go.

(man) Come on, sweet Caroline You're my sweet Caroline You know I wanna take you, wherever you might make it Come on, sweet Caroline You take my hand and together we will rock 'n' roll I did another one.

I did another one!

(DI Rebus) Well, what are we hearing?

Any significance in the choice of song?

Or is somebody just trying to upset the status quo?

(phone ringing in background) It may not be him at all.

Oh, I think it is.

We've got an estimated time of death that gives him a chance to get away, get cleaned up, get to a phone box before the body is discovered.

So, if it is, why make the call?

(DS Clarke) He wants to take the credit for it.

He wants the fame.

Why Walker?

(DS Clarke) He feels he has a personal connection to the DJ.

Walker's ranted and raved about the Church often enough.

Maybe he was trying to impress him.

Maybe he called earlier?

Sir, the second set of newspaper clippings, again, all different stories from a different paper, but all the same date.

March 14th, 1987.

Okay, good.

See if you can find the original newspapers.

We might get a chance to know what he was trying to tell them, or us.

(door creaking open) I've released Steele.

Something I should know?

(DCS Templer) Three things, actually.

One, while you were out, Tommy Steele's home phone records came in.

At the time of the murders, he was shouting down the phone to his wife's sister.

He was too drunk to remember, but she's confirmed it.

Two, you can't hold someone just for being a bit of a ....

Remember, he was sweating downstairs when Mason was murdered.

And three?

(murmuring) Work it out for yourself.

Beginning to think Ken Flatley was ri-- (footsteps walking away) What?

(female singer) 104.5 (phone trilling) (bright music) (upbeat pop music) (reporter) He's no relatives in the nursing home, but he does have the catering contract.

(DI Rebus) Michael Patterson specializes in counterfeit goods.

What it says on the tin's never quite what you got inside.

Thank you.

So, might be worth checking out where he gets his supplies from.

I'm still not seeing where this connects to the murders?

Ah, give it time.

You're doing a grand job.

Is this the new girl being sent in for the long stand?

So young and yet so cynical.

Off you go, now.

You have the glow of discovery about you.

Mason and Brady studied theology together, 20 years ago at Embry University.

And Carson was Head of Divinity.

I went through the relevant yearbooks.

And look at this, 1987.

-Mountaineering?

-Caving.

Brady, Mason, and one Mike Walker.

DJ who got the call?

He did one year and dropped out.

So, maybe it's not the Church shortlist.

Maybe it's the caving team?

Mr. Walker, is he the hunter or the hunted?

(woman) It's all very well for you to say that they need schemes and you should form a committee, but they're not outside your house every night, they're not shooting up in your backyard.

Yeah, but you're asking for some kind of vigilante to sort it out.

(woman) It's a neighborhood protection scheme we need.

(Mike) Okay.

Well, let's hope your neighborhood is ready for tomorrow's weather 'cause it's gonna be raining cats and dogs.

(DI Rebus) Something not quite right about caving.

(radio chatter) Let's burrow under the ground as far as we can go, and then... come back up again.

Now, mountains I can understand.

(DS Clarke) Did you never see "Journey To The Center of the Earth"?

Was that James Mason and a duck?

I think it was a goose.

(easy listening music) So, we're protecting Walker with a side option of arresting him for murder?

Mm.

Knife edge.

(phone ringing) -Inspector Rebus' phone.

-Can you get me Rebus?

No, he's-- (Ken) I have to speak to him now.

Is that you, Ken?

(Ken) It's about the case, this is very important.

-Ju--just calm down.

-He's got to do something before it's too late.

Okay, look, you're gonna have to speak slowly.

(Ken) I know where the next one is gonna be.

Maybe you should go and get someone.

(suspicious music) (car rumbling past) (DI Rebus) Oh, come on, come on, come on!

(DS Clarke) Oh, .... (DI Rebus) 2-1-2 R-L-C. Come on, come on.

Okay, thank you.

-Got a name?

-They'll get back to us.

(car crashing) -...!

-Ow, ow.

-Oh, ...!

-Okay.

-Are you okay?

-I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

-We can still get him.

-Wait.

(tense music) (DS Clarke) Oh, I'm okay.

(DI Rebus) No, oh, no, no, no, we're going nowhere.

That's it, yep.

(sirens wailing) The car Walker got into belongs to Andrew McLeod.

-The fixer?

-The fixer.

The fixer was fixing.

It's a head injury, they'll see you straightaway.

(ambulance engine rumbling) Is that it?

Would you rather it was worse?

-Six ... hours!

-Concussion or a fracture?

(DI Rebus) Oh, Tony Blair!

(DS Clarke) Oh, go home, get some sleep.

(playing bongos) (mysterious music) (indistinct speaking) (phone ringing) (indistinct speaking) (phone ringing) (dramatic music) Good God!

I thought you were supposed to be in your bed.

(DS Clarke) That's McLeod.

(DI Rebus) Uh-huh.

Throat cut, buck naked.

Newspaper cuttings for light reading.

But why him?

Mason said he had something on everybody.

Maybe he had something on the killer.

We better bring in Walker.

I just heard him on the way over, on the radio.

He's standing in for someone.

Not for long.

(grim music) (mobile phone ringing) (Rev.

Carson) Carson.

Yes.

(tense music) (vomiting) (knocking) (Norm) You okay?

Ah, yes, Norm, I'm fine, yes.

I'll be with you in a minute.

(water running from tap) (DS Clarke) Why did you meet McLeod?

(Mike) We meet up from time to time.

He's a--he was a bit of a media whore.

He liked to think he could influence things by feeding us wee snippets of information.

Loved a bit of scandal.

It's what I do, you know?

-Was his throat--?

-Where did you go?

Nowhere, just drove around for a bit.

He didn't really have much to say.

You went nowhere, you did nothing, you said nothing.

Do you think we're a bunch of idiots?

I didn't, I swear!

He dropped me back at work about eleven, I picked up the car, off home.

-Check with reception.

-We will.

-You knew him from university?

-No.

You were a theology student, weren't you?

Yeah, a long time ago.

Why'd you give up, why'd you quit?

No specific-- What exactly is your relationship with God, -Mr. Walker?

-There isn't one.

(DI Rebus) But you kept in touch with your friends, didn't you, Brady and Mason?

Caving team, wasn't it?

I--I haven't seen them in years.

You didn't think it was relevant to mention you knew them -when I picked up the recording?

-No.

They were murdered!

Throat cut.

Throat cut.

What about you, Mr. Walker?

(man) Ah, yeah, thanks for the report.

(DS Clarke) Security at the radio station say he went back to fetch his car actually a bit earlier than he said he did.

So, no way he could've got out there, killed McLeod and got back.

Doesn't mean he's not lying.

There is something he is not telling us, but there's also something that he's more afraid of than us.

(DS Clarke) Hang the DJ, hang the DJ, hang the DJ The Smiths.

Don't you think I know that?

You go and see if they've turned up those newspaper files.

If your grievous head injury allows.

And I wonder to myself (door squeaking open) Decided to let you go, Mr. Walker.

What?

You serious?

You'll be providing me with protection, though, right?

What if he's looking for me next?

(anxious music) We'll keep an eye out.

(nurse) Better late than never.

He nearly brained me with a beef cutlet.

He's in the day room.

(DCS Templer) Morning, Ken.

(Ken) Where's Rebus?

He's still working.

(Ken) Do you ever think about the ones that got away?

All the time.

How are you ever meant to sleep?

A wee dram, I find.

You haven't been eating.

Nonsense!

Why are you talking about food?

You know something about me, WPC Templer?

I never forget a face, never forget a name.

I'd seen her before.

I'd seen her but I just couldn't get the name.

Who's that, now?

On the telly!

Iris.

(DCS Templer) That's right, Iris Steele.

No, her other name.

I knew her.

Iris, Iris McIvor.

Married to someone else back then.

Oh, great wee looker too.

I never forget a name.

It was a real tragedy, that one.

Iris Steele's first marriage was to Patrick McIvor.

Their daughter, Caroline McIvor, disappeared in Perthshire, 1987.

Ken Flatley recognized her.

Ken?

Yeah, well, I, uh, went back.

He knew there was something about Iris.

(DS Clarke) Caroline McIvor?

"Sweet Caroline?"

(tense music) What date did she disappear?

Reported missing March the 14th.

Same date as the newspaper cuttings.

Caroline was six years old, body never found, the parents were initially suspected but there was no evidence.

Okay, get in touch with Tayside Police.

Let's find Patrick McIvor.

The photograph of the cavers, we need a precise date, a location, and I need to know exactly where Caroline disappeared.

You've changed your tune?

(DCS Templer) About Ken Flatley?

Well, he was right about this.

(DS Clarke) Perth CID kept tabs on Patrick McIvor for about five years after Caroline disappeared.

He's dropped off the map since.

(DI Rebus) What did they say about him?

(DS Clarke) More or less chased out of town.

Everyone thought he'd killed his daughter.

Even Iris thought it was him.

(DI Rebus) So, they split up and he festers all these years.

Developing a pathological hatred for cavers and clergymen.

(DI Rebus) Sounds like the kinda suspect I like.

.... What the hell?

Take a seat, Mr. Walker.

Tell me about your day out with the university's speleological group.

Am I saying that right?

March 14th, 1987.

Taken near the caves of Schiehallion, in Perthshire.

You all look pretty pleased with yourselves.

Good day, was it?

Not good for Caroline McIvor.

She lived just nearby, and she disappeared on the day this photograph was taken, and never found.

(birds chirping) You wanna tell me about it?

We were driving home.

She just walked out in front of us.

There was nothing we could do.

Nothing?

Who was driving?

Brady.

We picked her up.

There was blood everywhere.

Nobody phoned for help?

She just died on us.

She was gone.

There was an accident.

Why didn't someone report it?

(sighing) We'd all been drinking.

We were half cut.

We panicked!

The Church would've been badly damaged.

God forbid.

Someone said we should bury her.

-Someone, who?

-Ah, I don't know.

I can't remember!

Well, who better than you lot to, uh, give her a good Christian send-off, eh?

What gave any of you the right to make that decision?

No!

No, we came to our senses.

We went to see the Head of School, Carson.

We tried to put it right.

But he said the damage was done, we couldn't put the clocks back.

I should've stood up to him, but he ordered us to keep quiet.

He said his fixer would sort it out.

McLeod?

Aye, that ... weasel.

He was good but-- I didn't kill him.

I didn't kill him!

(birds chirping) You know who did this, don't you?

We're working on it.

You can stop him.

You can find him.

You can protect me, can't you?

Quid pro quo, Mr. Walker.

Quid pro quo.

(grim music) (indistinct radio chatter) (camera shutter clicking) (DS Clarke) Just spoke to Patrick McIvor's brother, hasn't heard from him in years.

Thinks he might have moved to Edinburgh.

(DI Rebus) Well, if he has been blamed for Caroline's death it's something that follows you around.

He's probably changed his name, his looks, everything.

But there's always something.

It's just a matter of finding it.

(DS Clarke) I'll find it.

(gulls screeching) You've got nerve.

(Rev.

Carson) Have they found the body?

I came to pay my respects.

Twenty years late.

Derek Brady came to me a few days after they knocked the child down.

He was, he was in a terrible state, he wanted to leave his studies, and he was determined to go to the police.

But you talked him out of it?

Yes, I did.

You have to understand, the child ran out.

It was not their fault.

I mean, they were young, they panicked.

I had to weigh out the consequences.

Three good men's careers destroyed against what they might contribute over a lifetime of service to the Church.

(DI Rebus) It wasn't for you to say whose fault it was.

What about the parents?

Losing their daughter!

Then being blamed for it!

Then being hounded out of town!

I know, I know.

You did what the Church always does, you swept it under the carpet.

Look, Derek Brady was a good man, as well, and his life was ruined too.

But, you know, the Lord really does move in mysterious ways.

He brought Derek Brady and Iris Steele together.

He confessed, she forgave him.

They found a common bond.

The second coming of Derek Brady.

It's touching stuff.

It's, it's inspiring, really.

Absolved of his sins.

The Reverend Brady rediscovers his ambitions.

Then, the good Lord tells him to put himself forward for moderator.

-Something like that, yes.

-Not bad, eh?

Plus, every now and again, he gets to shag the bereaved mum in a ... car park!

No, you don't know that, no!

(DC Hynds) Sir, we found something.

(indistinct radio chatter) This is a crime scene, moderator.

Now, you go back to your smoke and mirrors.

(indistinct radio chatter) (gulls crying) (camera shuttering) Get him out of here.

(flames roaring) I was gonna take them down to the charity shop, but I didn't want to bump into anyone wearing my dead wife's clothes.

Did you know her first husband?

Patrick McIvor?

I didn't want to know him.

Jealous, I suppose.

She never talked about him, and I never asked.

He phoned once, a couple of months back.

I told him to ... off.

But he could've phoned other times?

Aye, it's possible.

Wouldn't surprise me now.

Maybe she was having it off with him again, and the Reverend, and half the Hibs squad.

They had a child, Caroline, who disappeared.

Patrick McIvor was blamed for it but it wasn't him.

Did McIvor kill my wife?

Is that what this is about?

(doctor) Given the time that's passed, she's remarkably well-preserved.

Soil up that way is quite peaty.

A few years ago they pulled somebody up who'd been under for not much shorter than a thousand years.

Didn't look too bad at all.

Skin could've done with a touch of Oil of Ulay.

(mobile phone ringing) (DS Clarke) I had the techies go through Thomas Steele's phone records again.

There's a number that keeps cropping up he claims not to recognize.

It could be Patrick McIvor.

She probably told him that Brady and the others killed their daughter.

-You got an address?

-I'm outside now.

Okay, okay, keep me posted.

(street traffic rumbling) (doctor) Never easy, kids.

The skull has a hairline fracture, she has two broken legs, probably bled a lot, but no internal injuries.

Neck fine, spine fine, ribs intact.

What are you saying?

Indications are that she wasn't dead when she went into the ground.

(macabre music) (children yelling) (tense music) (male reporter) Moderator, we understand the session is going to recommend that you stay on for a second year, in light of the recent gruesome murders.

Oh, these are very unfortunate circumstances, but it would be a privilege to serve again.

Of course, that's entirely up to my fellow ministers.

-So, is the Church gonna-- -Thank you.

(door opening and closing) (door slams) (door opening and closing) She was alive.

-You knew that.

-No.

(DI Rebus) Caroline McIvor was alive when they buried her.

No, no, I mean, I--I'm totally shocked.

At least they showed some remorse!

They came to you, but you, -you callous bastard-- -Detective Inspector, there was nothing I could do for the poor child.

Now, I am certain they did not know she was alive.

-They made a mistake.

-A mistake?

Does that make them innocent?

Does that make you innocent?

(clock ticking) If I were you, I'd start saying some prayers.

(sinister music) You don't know the kind of man that you are working for.

(eerie music) (door creaking) Patrick McIvor?

It's the police.

(door creaking) Patrick?

We've got news about your daughter.

(paper rustling) Patrick?

I'm Detective Sergeant Clarke, Siobhan.

I've got news about Caroline.

(Tommy) Leave me alone.

Patrick, we've found-- (Tommy) Leave me alone!

Tommy?

Thomas.

What are you doing here?

You think you're the only one that wants to catch this ...?

'Course I knew who that number was!

(DS Clarke) Thomas, stop, that could be evidence!

We'll find him, but this doesn't help.

He killed my wife.

I know that.

We will find him.

(hymnal singing) (choir) My soul He doth restore again And me to walk doth make Within the paths of righteousness e'en for His own Name's sake (chimes ringing) Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale, yet will I fear no ill For Thou art with me and Thy rod and staff me comfort still Goodness and mercy all my life shall surely follow me And in God's house forevermore my dwelling place shall be (murmuring) (paper rustling) (tense music) (DS Clarke) Patrick McIvor is Carson's chauffeur.

He started work three weeks ago under the name of Gordon Wolsey, but his references didn't check out.

A letter from McLeod warning him to produce new ones or he'd be dismissed.

(DI Rebus) Send backup!

Send it now!

-Keep moving!

-Please!

(DI Rebus) Patrick?

Patrick McIvor?

(Patrick) Too late, he has to pay!

It's not too late!

Please!

(Patrick) You don't understand, none of you understand!

They killed Caroline!

They tore me apart!

(DI Rebus) We know that, Patrick.

We know it now!

(Patrick) And all this time you knew.

You could've saved me.

You're supposed to be a man of God!

My wife, she forgave you lot, not me!

-I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

-What she didn't know is they bastards buried our daughter alive!

Patrick, Patrick!

It was an accident.

They were in shock.

-It wasn't deliberate.

-Oh, you keep outta this!

(Carson) I'm sorry.

I am so sorry.

Your fault!

No!

(thudding and crunching) (grim music) (stretcher wheeling) (DS Clarke) The driving job became available and McIvor put himself up for it.

(DI Rebus) Iris must've told him that Brady was guilty.

Once he was in, he would've found out about the others.

Hiding in plain sight, isn't it?

(female reporter) Inspector!

Inspector Rebus?

(DI Rebus) Look, I've sent you on a wild goose chase-- (female reporter) Michael Patterson's been selling dodgy meat to the nursing home, okay?

And it's been killing them off.

Because the old folks are on their last legs anyway, the pathologists haven't been as rigorous as they might have been looking for food poisoning.

-What does-- -This is gonna be big!

Ah, yes.

Yes, that's what I was thinking.

You have just made an old man very happy.

Well done.

(police radio chatter) (pensive music) (birds chirping) He was right about the food.

Hey, Ken, you were right.

She was always much quicker on the uptake.

Should have known.

Who are you?

What do you want?

I used to be a cop.

I'm warning you, I'll ... batter you!

(mobile phone ringing) (somber music) (DI Rebus) Rebus.

(birds chirping) (theme music) (bright music)