(ominous music) ♪ (brakes squeaking) (unintelligible chatter) (whirring) (classical music) (glasses clinking) (indistinct conversations) ♪ (Cynthia) Sorry.

(overlapping conversations) -Have you seen my brother?

-No, sorry.

(sighing) ♪ (knocking) (snorting) ♪ (Cynthia) What do you think you're playing at?

Everyone is waiting-- this is your gallery, -your artists.

-Hey, I'm good.

Relax.

(Cynthia) And we need to speak later.

And wipe the coke from your nose before you speak to the curator of the National Gallery.

♪ (Eddie) And we're thinking of doing a touring show.

-Oh, really?

-In partnership with the Art Institute in Chicago.

(Charlie) This ..... makes Vettriano look like El Greco.

(Eddie) Charlie!

I don't remember inviting you.

♪ (Charlie) Why am I not in this exhibition?

(Eddie) You know why.

We're gonna give you a one-man show next year.

(Charlie) You've been saying that for the last three years.

You know I'm the only artist on your book that's not on these walls.

It looks bad.

(Eddie) Well, start painting something that doesn't look like you're about to disappear up your own asshole!

(Cynthia) Keep your voices down.

This is no place to talk business.

♪ You're drunk.

Go home.

I'll get Julie to call you a cab.

♪ (dramatic music) ♪ (opens and closes car door) ♪ (whirring) ♪ (man) Boys, come on!

All right, boys, come on, boys, move it!

(overlapping remarks) Here, watch this, watch this, watch this.

-What are you doing?

-Yeah, watch this, check the bin.

(laughing gleefully) ♪ (suspenseful music) ♪ (police radio chattering) ♪ (Rebus) Ugh.

-Late night?

-What makes you say that?

Shaggers hair and the same shirt as yesterday.

(distant siren blaring) Only been here a few hours.

Probably dumped last night.

There's a small tattoo on the left hand, -a Celtic cross.

-Forensics been yet?

Not yet, still can't touch anything.

I wasn't planning to.

Okay, we'll get the pictures 'round.

We'll start with the tattoo.

Who's got one, who's missing?

Anybody wants me, I'll be in my car.

(haunting music) (knocking) (knocking) Oh.

-What?

-Looks like we got an ID.

Edward Marber, art dealer.

His sister reported him missing.

(sea gulls cawing) (Rebus) Cynthia Marber?

-That's right.

-DI Rebus.

DS Clarke.

I understand you're concerned about your brother?

-Yes.

-Can you tell us why?

Well, we can't get hold of him.

(Rebus) Is that unusual?

(Cynthia) Very.

This place can't run without him.

He is the Marber Gallery.

(Clarke) When did you last see him?

Last night.

We had an exhibition opening.

The most important one of the year.

Um, he was here till 10:00.

-Then he left in a minicab.

-Alone?

-Yes.

-Any distinguishing marks?

Yes, I--I explained on the telephone.

He has, um, a small tattoo from his student days.

It's a Celtic cross.

-You know the type.

-This him?

(shuddering) Yes.

(sobbing) (Clarke) I'm very sorry.

(sobbing) (Clarke) Very nice.

Sensitively handled.

Expect the hangover helped.

Most likely to solve a case in the first 24 hours, DS Clarke.

No time for sensitivity.

(car door opening) (phone ringing) Gill!

Who do you have on the Marber case?

(Templer) Rebus with Clarke.

(Gunner) Press are going to be all over it.

-Are you sure Rebus is your man?

-He's my senior DI.

(Gunner) Okay, it's your call.

(footsteps thudding) (bird chirping) (whirring) (sloshing) (Rebus) I want to talk to the driver who took Edward Marber home last night.

(Clarke) Are you sure he was alone?

He didn't stop off anywhere?

No, I just took him straight back to his house.

(Clarke) Was there anyone waiting for him there?

Didn't see anybody.

(Clarke) How long have you been working here?

(driver) Couple of months.

(Rebus) What, since you got out of Saughton?

We met before.

Breaking and entering, was it?

Things are different now, Mr. Rebus.

I've got a young family to look after.

I'm keeping my nose clean, big time.

(Rebus) Sure you are, but as you were the last person to see him alive, that puts you in a very difficult situation, so don't hold anything back, okay?

-Rebus.

-When can you come down and make a statement?

(Templer) Mr. Marber had an exhibition last night, so get on the phones and go through the guest list -name by name.

-That'll get us nowhere fast.

Did you say something, John?

(Rebus) It's a waste of time!

(Templer) Really?

Well maybe you'd like to come up here and give us your thoughts on how we should be proceeding with this inquiry, hm?

No?

Then we'll do it my way, shall we?

I haven't finished, DI Rebus.

(Rebus) No, no, but I have.

(shattering) (dramatic music) ♪ (whirring) ♪ (thudding) (administrator) Good morning, gentlemen.

Welcome to the last chance saloon.

♪ You're here because of your appalling disciplinary record.

It's my job to ensure that you re-learn the virtues of teamwork.

Yeah, maybe you've heard about this part, of course, it's called resurrection.

We give you an old case, unsolved, and we expect you to work as a team.

(thudding) You remember the concept, teamwork?

(papers rustling) Oh, and just like in your CID training, there'll be a whole squad of us watching you.

Now, nobody's gonna say this to you directly, so I'm doing you a favor.

You fail this course, you're out.

And you forget your pension.

Are we clear?

It's me, what's happening with the Marber case?

(Clarke) Never you mind.

What's it like being back at school?

Magic--Marber case?

Shouldn't you be concentrating on getting yourself out of the shit you so successfully got yourself into?

Have you found anything yet?

(indistinct remarks) I did hear he fell out with one of his artists.

Didn't include him in his latest exhibition.

Could be a motive.

Doubt it.

Well, we'll just forget about it, then, shall we?

(Templer) DS Clarke?

I've gotta go, Marber's sister just showed up.

Yeah, well, keep me--posted.

(door squeaking) (Templer) Ms. Marber has some interesting news.

A painting's been stolen.

-From the gallery?

-Uh, no, from Ed's flat.

I just discovered it this morning.

It's an Eardley.

-Seascape.

-Valuable?

Joan Eardley, extremely.

(Templer) It's possible this is a robbery gone wrong.

We need to find out if anyone's trying to sell this painting on the black market.

Could I ask when I can arrange the funeral?

That's difficult to say.

With this being a murder inquiry, Miss Marber, I'm afraid Edward can't be laid to rest for some time.

You're supposed to look after your younger brother, aren't you?

(inhaling deeply) He'd been drinking such a lot lately.

I made him go home.

I made him.

But he might still be here if I hadn't.

You're not to blame.

(overlapping remarks) (McCulloch) Changed days, eh?

With this crowd, it's all salads and trips to the gym.

Wankers.

How's it feel to be a dinosaur, Rebus?

(McCulloch) These arseholes are not coppers.

I mean, look at them.

Middle management, pen pushers.

You don't get anywhere without licking arse these days.

Isn't it?

(Grey) They don't trust us to think for ourselves anymore.

You know what I'm saying, Rebus?

It's not their fault.

Comes from the top.

(Clarke) So you had a fallout with Edward Marber at the opening the other night?

-No.

-That's what I heard.

He was refusing to show your work or something.

(Charlie) But we didn't fall out.

Everybody knows what Eddie was like, okay?

(clanking) (Clarke) What do you mean?

(Charlie) All right, he made out he was all about the work.

But if you stopped selling, he stopped showing you.

He wanted me to make my painting more accessible.

(clattering) -He was a salesman?

-Yeah, but I'm not--carry on.

(door closing) Can you tell me what you did after the exhibition?

-Here, working.

-So you were alone?

No.

I had the Sugar Babes and Girls Aloud up.

I like company when I'm working.

Do you wanna do this down at the station?

Look.

Eddie Marber was a prick.

An arrogant prick.

He was only interested in making money.

He had a dark side.

Just ask his sister.

I'm sure he made plenty enemies over the years.

(camera snapping) Check out the Bridges.

(Clarke) It's a sauna in Leith.

Probably a knocking-shop.

(Templer) So what if he used prostitutes?

That's not why he's dead.

Stick with the painting.

That's the key.

Find the thieves and you might just find the killer.

This is your chance to prove yourself, Siobhan, without Rebus hanging around.

I know you can do it.

(atmospheric music) ♪ (sighing) ♪ (Grey) You don't say too much, do you, Rebus?

Camera-shy.

(chuckling) Do you think we'll make our pensions?

(scribbling) I don't.

I think we're being ....ed over.

(unsettling music) ♪ That's why I've got a plan B.

Hey!

♪ Something that might interest you, Rebus.

♪ What's that?

♪ Um, an alternative pension scheme.

♪ Sounds good.

♪ (Grey) Same again, pal.

So, what's the story?

How come you got sent back to boot camp?

(overlapping conversations) (Rebus) Bit of a tiff under the DCS.

-What, Templer?

-Mhm.

Word is that you two had a bit of a fling.

Is that the problem?

(chuckling) -And, aye, she's not bad.

-No, no, no.

-I'd give her one.

-That was a long time ago.

What about you?

-Came out of the blue.

-Yeah, we just got hauled in.

Gunner says, uh, "I don't like your attitude."

(McCulloch) So I says, "What attitude?"

(laughing) Tell me about this, uh-- this pension scheme you got planned.

All in good time.

First, let's get hammered.

Yup, I'm up for that.

(ominous music) ♪ (Grey) Here we are, anywhere here's fine, sir.

-Here?

-All the best, thank you.

(unintelligible chattering) (McCulloch) Whoa!

(chuckling) (Rebus) Oh, no, you are joking.

(Grey) What are you talking about?

I know the guy that runs the place.

-No, boys, no.

-Nolan, he owes me a favor.

-It's a classy joint.

-Well, it may well be, but-- -It won't cost you a penny.

-No.

(overlapping remarks) ♪ Any news on the painting?

(Clarke) I finally managed to speak to someone at Scotland Art.

They put the painting on their website.

They told me the most famous paintings are never found.

They go into the hands of secret collectors or drug dealers who use them for collateral.

That what happened here?

Stolen to order, but they botched it.

It's possible.

I still think we should check out the sauna.

Marber could've told someone there about his collection.

Okay, that's a fair point.

Let's do it now then.

I can do this on my own.

What's the problem?

You prefer the company of a bad-tempered, middle-aged misery guts?

Get a couple of uniforms and let's go.

-Hey!

-Hello!

-Hello, boys.

-How are you doing, sweetheart?

You get your arse up them stairs, you.

(Grey) Mm, lovely to see ya.

-Here, did ya miss me?

-I did.

(woman) Come on, get up them stairs.

(mumbled remarks) (woman) Hello.

This way.

Sit.

(Rebus) Oh, uh, no, no, I'm fine, I'm fine.

(woman) It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

(Rebus) I--I'll just wait.

-You--you watch?

-No, I'll wait, I'll wait.

I'll just wait.

(suspenseful music) ♪ (overlapping remarks) ♪ (Templer) I'm Detective Chief Superintendent Templer.

This is Detective Sergeant Clarke.

-Oh, that's good.

-We'd like to see your manager.

I'll call him for you.

♪ (moaning) -Just like that, yeah?

-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

-Yes?

-Oh!

♪ (moaning) ♪ (moaning) ♪ (Nolan) This is a health club.

Licensed and all above board.

(Templer) That's right, and I don't have cellulite.

I want to speak to every single girl who works here.

I want to know what they know about Edward Marber.

Don't bother, he only ever spent time with Carrie Ann.

He even bought her a flat.

-Is she here?

-She did a runner after he was found dead.

(muffled remarks) ♪ (Templer) Police, open up!

(indistinct remarks) ♪ (overlapping remarks) ♪ (Nolan) Is this really necessary?

You're scaring all my customers away.

(Templer) Check and see if Carrie Ann's here.

What have they got to be scared of?

It's all above board, isn't it?

♪ (officer) Hey, police, you gotta open it.

Come on, open up, open up.

It's a raid, come on, come on.

Shit.

Open up, it's a raid, come on.

♪ Come on!

(Grey) Come on, no, this way, this way.

♪ (Clarke) Rebus?

What are you doing here?

♪ Shiatsu.

♪ Get out before Templer sees you.

♪ (McCulloch) Shiatsu!

(laughing) ♪ (footsteps thudding) ♪ (laughing) (Rebus) Oh, oh, dear.

-Shiatsu, guys.

-Keys.

Uh-oh, uh-oh, keys.

(rock music) Oh, this is brilliant.

♪ (snorting) Ah!

♪ Hey, there's a line out there for you.

-Oh, thank you.

-♪ Said the joker to the thief ♪ ♪ ♪ There's too much confusion ♪ ♪ ♪ I can't get no relief ♪ ♪ ♪ Business men, they drink my wine ♪ (McCulloch) Oh, this is all right man, this is the business.

♪ (snorting) Ah!

(Jimi Hendrix) ♪ Nobody knows what it's worth ♪ (laughing) Do you hear that?

(Grey) I like your taste in music, Rebus.

You're a man after me own heart.

Oh, no, where is it?

♪ (Grey) Uh, tell us this.

What did you do exactly to get stuck with the two of us?

Threw a cup at Templer.

(laughing) ♪ (Grey) Well, the word is, the only reason you're still on the force is because you know where all the bodies are buried.

Ah, well, here's me thinking it was because I was good at my job.

I'm sure none of us are good at our jobs, Rebus.

Not according to Gunner.

(Jimi Hendrix) ♪ And this is not our fate ♪ ♪ How would you like to make a wee bit of money before they hang us out to dry?

♪ Maybe.

♪ I'm talking theoretically now.

Okay.

How?

♪ (Grey) Become a tax collector.

Not for the Inland Revenue.

♪ (Grey) You tax those who can't complain.

Dealers, hookers.

Just a small percentage to look the other way.

How much do you pull in?

Enough.

(Grey In theory, enough so we don't have to worry about our twilight years.

♪ What do you think of it?

Sounds good to me.

In theory.

Right, let's have another wee toot, then, eh?

♪ (Grey) You and me, we're the same.

He's got a serious nose candy problem.

I--I'm going to have to find somebody else to work with.

Someone to bring in the new contacts.

♪ You think about it.

♪ (Jimi Hendrix) ♪ All along the watchtower ♪ (Grey) Right, son, I'm away on here.

I'm knackered.

♪ (Jimi Hendrix) ♪ While all the women came and went ♪ ♪ Barefoot servants, too ♪ -That's for you.

-Nice wee clean fifty and all.

Thank you-- hey, I'm driving.

(Grey) You never get me to drive.

(Rebus) Night, boys.

(McCulloch) See you later.

(Jimi Hendrix) ♪ And the wind began to howl ♪ ♪ (dialing cell phone) (operator) I'm sorry, but the person you've called is not available.

Please leave your message after the tone.

Siobhan, it's me.

Look, I'm sorry to call you so late.

Can you call me in the morning, please?

-First thing.

-♪ All along the watchtower ♪ ♪ ♪ All along the watchtower ♪ (dramatic music) ♪ (indistinct remarks) ♪ (Clarke) Looking for redemption, are you?

Think I need it?

Well, what were you thinking of?

♪ -What were you doing there?

-What were you doing there?

♪ Was it Marber?

All right, I know it's your case now, but I can help.

You think I need help?

-You think I can't manage?

-Yeah, all right, all right.

Don't lose your temper.

(Clarke) Turns out the girl's disappeared.

We're trying to track her down.

(Rebus) Does Templer still think it's linked to an art theft?

(Clarke) Yes.

It's possible he said too much about what it was worth to the wrong people.

(sighing) (Rebus) Bit brutal, was it not, for an art theft?

(Clarke) To be honest, you're probably right, but I--I've got to follow her direction.

(sighing) (Rebus) That's where you're wrong.

I didn't.

Yeah, and look where it got you.

If you're that desperate, join a dating agency.

(museum guest) It's absolutely gorgeous.

(indistinct remarks) Look at the size of it.

(Grey) Recovered?

(Rebus) Getting there.

What have they got in store for us today?

(Grey) Victim empathy response, or some such ..... .

-Oh shit.

-Listen, what do you know about the Marber case?

You were on it before you were banged up in here, weren't you?

(Rebus) What's it to you?

(Grey) Nolan, who runs the Bridges, he's getting a hard time from your people.

Any chance you can get them to back off a bit?

-What's the connection?

-Oh, I used to know his Da, all right?

He's harmless, I'm telling you.

He keeps his nose clean.

(Rebus) See what I can do.

(Grey) Good man, Rebus.

(unsettling music) ♪ (phone ringing) ♪ It's lunchtime, shouldn't you be tuck shop monitor or something?

Yeah, I need you to do me a favor.

Could you lay off this guy Nolan for me?

What?

(Rebus) Just--just ease off.

Is this a joke?

We've gotta put pressure on him to find this girl.

Look, I need you to do this for me.

It's important.

(suspenseful music) Why are you asking me?

What is this?

I can't explain.

Just do this for me.

Please.

♪ Why do you think you can ask me that?

What gives you the right?

♪ (indistinct remarks) -Pint?

-Aye.

(McCulloch) I'll get 'em in, heavy?

(Rebus) I've, um-- I've had a word about that wee problem.

Oh, yeah?

Good man.

Maybe you can do me a favor one day.

I'm sure I could, John.

I'm sure I could.

(dramatic music) ♪ (knocking) -Could I have a word?

-Sure.

(clacking) Rebus has asked me to lay off Nolan and he won't say why.

Okay.

You did the right thing talking to me.

(Clarke) There's more.

I saw him at the sauna.

-You should have told me this.

-I didn't think -it was important to the case-- -For ....'s sake, Siobhan!

You start thinking of yourself.

Your career.

He may well be past the point of no return.

You're not.

(door opening and closing) (Grey) Oh, uh, by the way, Rebus, that wee thing we talked about last night, it comes at a price.

Do you understand that?

We've gotta make sure that some guy, who might talk and talk too much, doesn't.

(Rebus) Talk about the, um, pension plan?

(Grey) Precisely.

And we're gonna need your help.

(Rebus) Okay.

(Grey) Keep your mobile on, I'll call you later.

(ominous music) ♪ (doors closing) (engine turning over) ♪ (rain pattering) ♪ (Gunner) So, Serpico.

♪ Found anything on Grey and McCulloch that I can use yet?

♪ Athens of the north?

My arse.

Socrates never had to put up with the wind off the Forth, it'd cut you in half.

(Rebus) Look, you're gonna have to have a word with Templer.

No can do.

We made too good a job setting this up.

Bit close with the mug, I heard.

So?

They're taxing drug dealers, that's all I've got.

I need more.

Chief doesn't want to get Complaints involved till we know what we're dealing with.

Why?

We think they killed Thomas McGann.

A drug courier.

They sold his gear and stashed the money somewhere.

We need to find it and we need to handle it carefully.

If this gets out, it could bring down the chief.

-Oh, we don't want that.

-No, we ....ing don't.

Get them off the force, that's our priority.

What, you got something to say?

The longer this goes on, the more bridges I'm burning.

You have bridges?

Rebus, just do what it takes, unless you want Complaints knocking on your door.

(suspenseful music) ♪ (knocking) ♪ (Grey) My car, you're driving.

Let's go.

♪ (distant dog barking) ♪ (engine starting) ♪ There he is, let's go.

♪ -Here, you been avoiding us?

-No.

-It seems that way.

-I've got your money here.

(overlapping remarks) -He's too late.

-He said he would give me -a few more days.

-You're too ....ing late!

(intense music) (man) Just take the money!

(ranting and grunting) ♪ (screaming and grunting) ♪ (cracking and screaming) (Grey) Bastard!

(screaming and grunting) Don't you ever make me ask for it again!

♪ Or next time, it'll be your skull.

(moaning) ♪ (phone ringing) Hello?

(Grey) He's in.

Right, boys, just a wee detour.

Plenty of time for a drink on the way home.

(McCulloch) Oh, yes.

(unsettling music) Right, that's me on my way.

Oh.

♪ (door squeaking and thudding) (dramatic music) (engine starts) ♪ (Grey) Pull on over.

♪ Keep the engine running, right?

You hit the horn if anyone goes in that close, all right?

♪ (trunk thudding) ♪ (clicking) ♪ (thudding) ♪ (sloshing) Hey, come on, boys, I've just seen a patrol car.

-Let's go, shit, shit.

-What?

Come on, leave it.

Let's go now!

♪ -Come on, let's go!

-Light it.

♪ (McCulloch) Let's go, let's go.

Emergency, yeah, fire brigade.

(clanking) It's an emergency, house fire, 401 Wilson Street, West-- ♪ -Just what the .... is going on?

-Just a warning.

Makes sure he keeps his mouth shut.

-Mouth shut about what?

-Just get in the car and drive!

♪ (engine starting) ♪ (crackling) ♪ (fire snapping) ♪ (crackling) ♪ (shattering) ♪ (shattering) ♪ (fire snapping) ♪ -All right, Danny?

-Aye, sound, Dorothy.

(indistinct TV remarks) (somber music) (reporter) As you'll see behind me, firefighters are continuing their efforts to rescue a mother and her two daughters from a fire in Wester Hailes which began in the early hours of this morning.

Brave rescue attempts by neighbors-- (police radio chattering) ♪ (Danny) My kids are in there!

My kids!

Help me, my kids are in there!

Tracy, no!

Tracy!

Tracy!

No, no, Tracy!

No!

No, no, no!

No, no!

No!

(sobbing) -I want to see them!

-I'm sorry, Daniel.

I can't let you do that.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

(sobbing) ♪ (reporter) The flat here in Wilson Street remains cordoned off following the blaze in the early hours of this morning, which claimed the lives of a mother and her two young daughters.

Forensic officers have been here all night gathering evidence, and although the investigation is ongoing, police now say the fire was started deliberately.

But officers won't be releasing details about the victims until all family members have been informed.

(Clarke) I haven't really got time for this.

(Rebus) Time enough to talk to Templer.

(indistinct remarks) (Clarke) What do you want?

(Rebus) What do you know about the fire bombing last night?

I need the names.

(Clarke) I'm not sure I can tell you.

It may be linked to the Marber investigation.

(Rebus) Marber?

Why?

(Clarke) It'll be released later today anyway.

It was Danny Kerr's flat.

You know, the taxi driver.

(Rebus) Is he dead?

(Clarke) He's the only one who isn't.

Wife and kids died of smoke inhalation.

Looks like he was the target, though.

(ominous music) ♪ What's the matter?

♪ Is there something you want to tell me?

♪ Rebus?

I can't do this.

I can't keep things from Templer if you won't trust me.

(Rebus) Oh, uh, don't worry.

you'll--you'll get your promotion.

(sighing) (clacking) We have to pick up Grey, now.

Listen, can I call you back in two minutes?

What the .... do you think you're doing?

(door squeaking and slamming) What makes you think you can barge in here unannounced?

Did somebody promote you to Chief Constable -when I wasn't looking?

-He fire-bombed a house last night, three killed, two of them kids!

That was him?

-Why didn't you stop 'em?

-I didn't know they were in there.

Just give me the nod.

-Not yet.

-What are you waiting for?

Give it a week.

If we move now, we'll lose the bigger picture.

I need to know if there are other victims, I need to know how they're hiding the money.

We need them off the streets, they're ....ing animals!

Don't raise your voice to me, Rebus.

I know what I'm doing.

And if someone else gets killed?

Make sure they don't.

-I can't guarantee that.

-You'd better, 'cause if I don't get him, I'm coming after you.

Now get out of my office and try not to draw any attention to yourself.

If somebody else dies, you won't have to come after me.

I'll find you.

(clacking) (overlapping remarks) -I need to speak to Danny Kerr.

-No way.

-No, just ten minutes.

-Templer won't wear it, sorry.

I've found something, I need to confirm it.

What does that mean?

I can't tell you, look, you, just trust me.

Trust you?

Oh, I see, that's how it goes.

I've found a name, I need to throw it at him, see how he reacts--it is linked to the fire bombing.

-You're not on that case!

-Oh, we're all in the same ....., Siobhan!

Ten minutes.

There you go.

Sugar?

(rustling) Before you make a statement about what happened, I need to ask you a couple of questions.

(heavy breathing) Why would someone want to target you, Danny?

(suspenseful music) ♪ Is it anything to do with Marber?

♪ Do you know DI Francis Grey?

♪ Do you know Grey, Danny?

♪ (sighing) Danny, talk to me.

Tell me what you know and we'll get the bastards who did this to your family.

♪ The wheels on the bus go round and round ♪ ♪ Round and round, round and round ♪ ♪ The wheels on the bus go round and round all day long ♪ ♪ (sighing) ♪ (Rebus) How do you know Grey?

(Danny) ♪ Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream ♪ ♪ If you see a crocodile, don't forget to scream ♪ (Clarke) Templer was just outside.

We need to hurry this along.

(Rebus) Okay, Danny, one last question-- -♪ ...went to sea... ♪ -Oh, come on, Danny!

♪ He'll come home and marry me will Bobby-- ♪ (Rebus) Do you want Grey and McCulloch to get away with this?

They won't.

(Clarke) You really need to go, now.

What were you thinking about in there?

He's just lost his family.

(Rebus) He's not helping himself, I need answers!

(Clarke) Well, you won't get them like that!

(screams) What's going on?

Why were you asking him about Grey?

How do you know he's linked to the fire?

Because I was there!

(sighing) I was there.

I don't understand.

(Rebus) I'm working for Gunner.

The re-training?

Just a way in.

And you couldn't tell me?

(sighing) (Rebus) I think Grey and McCulloch are linked to Marber.

I don't know what the connection is.

I need to find out.

Danny is the key.

What's your best lead on the Marber case?

Apart from Danny, the missing girl.

Carrie Ann McGlone.

Marber set her up in a flat, but we can't find her.

(Templer) That's right, she may have gone south.

We're not sure yet.

(ominous music) ♪ I'll keep you informed, sir.

Yes.

♪ (whirring) ♪ (thudding) ♪ (keys jingling) (security guard) Here we go.

-We'll take it from here.

-Right.

♪ (Rebus) She's here.

♪ (rustling) ♪ (crinkling) ♪ (panting) (Clarke) It's okay, Carrie Ann.

We're not gonna hurt you.

Come on.

♪ How long have you been staying here?

(Carrie Ann) Since Eddie was-- since he died.

(Clarke) Have you been out at all?

Are you hiding from someone, Carrie Ann?

No.

You and Eddie were seeing each other?

-That right?

-He loved me.

Said he wanted to start all over again, just the two of us.

He bought a house in Umbria.

It's in Italy.

(Clarke) What about Nolan?

Wasn't he angry you were seeing a customer?

Well, he wasn't happy, but it's none of his business.

Do you know who killed him, Carrie Ann?

(sighing) -Carrie Ann?

-No.

But he knew something was gonna happen, I know he did.

We had the plane tickets, we were going next week.

But his sister was trying to persuade him to stay.

She's weird, the sister.

Always on the phone to him, it was like she was his wife or something.

(rustling) -What about this?

-Where did you get that?

Well, it's not mine.

Do you think I'd be sitting here if that was mine?

(McCulloch) Where'd you get to this morning?

(Grey) You'll be getting your arse scalped and a wee black dot on your jotter.

(Rebus) We've got to talk about last night.

(Grey) I didn't want it to end that way.

-You know that.

-Two children were killed.

(Grey) Collateral damage, isn't that what they call it?

(McCulloch) Aye, and Danny's a loose cannon now.

One word from him and he can blow this whole thing -out of the ....ing water!

-Keep your voice down.

-Blow what out the water?

-Not worth discussing.

(Rebus) Well, maybe not to you, it is to me.

-I'm an accessory!

-I'll tell you what I want you to know and when I want you to know it.

(unsettling music) ♪ You going to see Cynthia Marber?

-How do you know that?

-'Cause that's what I would do.

-Want me to come along?

-Not really.

(Rebus) Advisory capacity?

Think of me as a consultant.

-Still not really.

-I'll take that as a yes, then.

(keys jingling) -Hello, sweetheart, how are you?

-I'll just go and say hello.

(overlapping remarks) (pleasant music) ♪ Excuse me.

DI Rebus, -what brings you here?

-We just need to ask you a few more questions about your brother.

(Cynthia) Well, do you think this is a good time?

(Rebus) Bit soon for another opening, isn't it?

(Cynthia) The last was a private view.

-This is press.

-Oh, press.

Well, maybe I can ask them how common it is for someone to be killed over a painting.

-Excuse me?

-What exactly was your brother involved in?

(phone ringing) (Cynthia) Sorry, I have to take this.

(Clarke) That college you're at, you missed the class on tact and diplomacy, did you?

♪ Where are you going?

♪ (Rebus) Check those.

You think the painting's here?

I don't think it was stolen.

And I don't think Cynthia had the heart to destroy it.

-What do you think you're doing?

-Just looking.

-Is that a problem?

-You are searching my premises.

I have a press night, yes, I have a problem with that.

I need to call my lawyer.

Look, look, will you?

Do you even know what you're looking for?

No, but you do.

(Clarke) I really hope for your sake you're right.

-Is that it?

-No.

-Is that it?

-No!

(clattering) (suspenseful music) ♪ Very strange.

♪ (tearing) ♪ Look what I've found!

(elegant music) (Cynthia) I don't know how that got there.

(Rebus) Oh, I think you do.

I think you're trying to mislead --'scuse me--our investigation.

(Clarke) Not here, Rebus, not here.

(Cynthia) No, you are jumping to the wrong conclusion.

(Rebus) If you hadn't lied, innocent children wouldn't have been killed.

(Cynthia) Innocent children?

I don't know what you're talking about.

(Clarke) I said, not here!

(camera shutters clicking) ♪ (murmuring) (overlapping remarks) ♪ You're angry at yourself, and it's being directed at the wrong people.

Do you believe Marber put the painting there?

From what I heard, it's likely.

Now, give yourself a break.

You're not to blame for Danny's kids.

(Rebus) I need a drink.

(somber music) ♪ (Grey) Decision time.

(McCulloch) If you wanna be part of this, you need to give us some names of people we tax.

(Grey) Are you in, or are you out?

Yeah, I'm in.

But no more violence.

(chuckling) Sure, that's part of the fun.

♪ You found the painting.

Cynthia claims she knows nothing about it.

She could be telling the truth.

More the sort of thing Marber would do.

So what was Rebus doing there?

I wanted backup.

You asked the wrong person, then, didn't you?

Check the gallery accounts.

See what's really going on there.

(Clarke) I already did.

They've been selling a lot of paintings to one man in particular, a Mr. Cameron.

It mounts up to over a million.

Really?

That seems a huge amount for a small gallery like Marber's.

-Can we speak to him?

-I've been trying to track him down, but he's proving to be quite elusive.

Get Cynthia Marber back in here, now.

And next time you need backup, call someone else.

(footsteps thudding) (Cynthia) I never met Mr. Cameron.

I don't even know what he looks like.

(Templer) Really, your best customer?

I organized exhibitions, events.

Day-to-day stuff.

My brother ran the gallery.

You do know that any transaction over 15,000 must have proof of identity from the customer?

Yes, I do.

And so did Edward.

Well, we need to see it.

As soon as possible.

Can I ask why?

Because we've been trying to find Mr. Cameron, and he seems to have disappeared.

(rain pattering) (Grey) Right, boys.

Let's get to work.

Jazz, away 'round and get the car, bring it round.

-I'll get soaked.

-That's not rain.

That's only God crying.

Go on.

(McCulloch) ....'s sake.

(chuckling) (thunder rumbling) (dramatic music) ♪ Hey, Danny.

-What's up?

-Did you kill my wee 'uns?

-Don't know what you're-- -Got five elephants -to tell me the truth.

-What?

Four elephant, three elephant-- (McCulloch) Danny, I swear, I've no idea who done it.

(cocking gun) Two elephants!

Look, it was Grey.

-Grey and Rebus.

-One elephant!

(gunshot firing) ♪ -Oh, jeez, oh.

-Shit.

(Grey) Now listen, we can't get involved in this.

-He's still breathing!

-He's ....ed!

Get in the car!

Get in the car!

Come on!

♪ (engine turning over) ♪ (tires peeling) -Is he dead?

-Intensive care.

Probable brain damage.

If he does survive, he won't have much of a life.

-Suspects?

-None as yet, but we need to speak to Grey.

He and McCulloch are friends.

I think they might be involved in something.

(Gunner) We need to speak to Rebus.

(Templer) Rebus?

(Gunner) Rebus was the only officer Grey would believe had a genuine discipline problem.

Anyone else would have looked like a plant.

(Templer) Why was I not informed?

I can't believe I've been kept out the loop.

(Gunner) Because the Chief felt the fewer people who knew the better--Rebus was in a dangerous situation.

What, and I couldn't be trusted?

I would rather not get into this right now, Gill!

We haven't got time for this.

Grey's linked to Marber.

I need to make the connection before Danny kills him.

-I wasn't talking to you.

- Gill, we need to find a way forward.

We think Marber may have been laundering money for someone called Cameron.

Does that name ring any bells?

Okay, Rebus wears a wire, gets him to confess to the firebombing, the taxing, and see what he knows -about Cameron and Marber.

-Too risky.

-Grey is not stupid.

-Well, we can't go to court -with Rebus's word against his.

-Not unless Danny backs me up.

He'll know what happened to Marber.

Well, we'd better find him before he kills you, eh?

I'd appreciate that.

I'm sorry about the cup.

Had to make it look realistic.

(door opening and shutting) (detective) Did four years for aggravated assault.

-Right.

-Three to six months ago.

(indistinct remarks) DS Clarke?

My office, now.

(door creaking) (solemn music) (door thudding) ♪ You knew, didn't you?

♪ That Rebus was working for Gunner.

You lied to me.

-I didn't know what to do.

-I can't begin to tell you how disappointed I am.

♪ You let me down.

♪ Was I wrong to trust you?

♪ Follow Rebus, but don't let him know.

I'll try to find Danny Kerr.

♪ (door opening and shutting) (glass clinking) -What's the word on Jazz?

-Not good.

-I think it was Danny.

-No, it was the guy on the grassy knoll.

'Course it was ....ing Danny!

And we're next.

(clinking) I've got a question for you.

What were you doing at Gunner's office last night?

(ominous music) ♪ I wanted to put McCulloch in the frame for the firebombing.

♪ Doesn't make much difference to him now.

♪ Might as well use him to get us off the hook.

♪ (engine starting) ♪ (Grey) I've known Jazz for 20 years.

I just--I just can't believe that wee bastard -did that to him.

-We need to figure what to do about Danny.

I'm cashing in my chips and heading for Florida.

That's what I'm gonna do about Danny.

(Rebus) There's no counting he's not gonna find you.

♪ Why did you firebomb him anyway?

♪ Listen, why don't you put on some decent music there, eh?

I'm going for a slash.

♪ (clattering) ♪ So, what's with all the questions, huh?

♪ If I'm gonna get us out of this mess, I need to know what it is.

Oh.

♪ I could do a deal with Gunner, save both our necks, but you've gotta give me something.

Who killed Marber, would that be enough?

Could be.

Hm.

♪ Templer, uh, thinks that, uh, it was somebody called Cameron.

(chuckling) Cameron doesn't exist!

McCulloch and me, we're Cameron.

(suspenseful music) ♪ And you washed the money?

What was Marber's part in it?

Marber couldn't find his own arse with two hands.

No, his sister organized it all.

Cynthia, she got the brains in that family.

-And Marber?

-Marber, he found out and got greedy, and nobody ....s with me.

So, you and, uh--you and Jazz, you--you topped Marber.

That was risky.

-You know, that was very risky.

-I didn't say that.

You're putting words in my mouth.

Don't ....ing do that!

♪ You're trying to set me up.

What did I tell you, huh?

Nobody ....s with me.

(gunshots firing) (thudding) (Rebus) Danny, Danny!

-Danny, I tried to stop it!

-You didn't try hard enough!

(Rebus) Danny, Danny, I didn't start this.

You did.

(shakily breathing) You--you started it when you killed Marber.

Well, you think I wanted to kill him?

Grey made me!

He said I'd never see my girls grow up!

He said he'd cut their throats!

In front of me!

-Why didn't you come to us?

-I just wanted to make him disappear, 'cause that's what they said, right?

That's what they wanted, they said, "Make him disappear."

I just-- (sobbing) I just wanted to protect my kids.

(crying) To see them grow up!

You know my youngest?

Do you know what her favorite song was?

♪ Half a pound of tuppenny rice ♪ ♪ Half a pound of treacle ♪ ♪ That's the way the money goes ♪ ♪ Pop goes the weasel ♪ (gunshot firing) (thudding) (dramatic music) ♪ (police radio chattering) ♪ (police officer) Mind your head.

♪ (glugging) ♪ There's...still some blood there on your hand.

♪ (mysterious music) ♪ (bright music)