"I've been offered a job." "What?" "New Zealand." "Marlee's staying with me." "Don't be ridiculous!" "You can hardly take care of yourself, never mind her." "I'm going to allow you to buy me dinner." "I thought I was persona non grata." "You do look very good in a suit, Mr Brodie." "You begged me to spend quality time with your daughter, then you take her to work and put her in danger." "You blew it." "Happy birthday, love." "Niamh!" "Niamh!" "Niamh!" "No!" "Jackson, no!" "Oh, DC Stewart, welcome." "Call me Marcus, ma'am." "Only if you don't call me ma'am." "What you got there?" "Your... mother." "The funeral director was leaving her at the front desk." "He said that he'd tried calling." "Right." "I'm very sorry for your loss." "My own mum..." "Are you labouring on the side?" "No, no." "I've just moved into a new house on the Kinloch Estates." "Hatter Homes?" "Ah, "real homes for real people."" "Part of the bathroom ceiling came down on Holly, my fiancee, this morning." "God." "Is she hurt?" "No, no." "Sorry." "Munroe." "Jackson Brodie?" "Where?" "What have we got?" "Female, early 20s." "5'5", 5'6", 120 lbs." "Earrings in the shape of a crucifix." "I couldn't get a really good look but no sign of injury." "This is Mr Brodie." "He used to be in the police force until we got rid of him." "This is DC Marcus Stewart." "Has anyone reported a girl missing?" "You OK?" "Maybe she was drunk, fell in, but why would she come down here?" "Well, maybe..." "she probably topped herself." "Or killer pushes her in, waits for the tide to carry her out, but I get here too soon." "We don't know she was killed." "We need the RNLI, RAF, divers." "No, I can't just whistle up resources just like that." "You know the score." "You can, it's a phone call." "No, I can't justify calling in hardware on the basis of one sighting." "One sighting!" "If they find something suspicious on the beach, or if a description of that missing girl comes up, fair enough." "Hey, she's out there." "Why did you bother coming down?" "I'm freezing my arse off." "There's a girl out there who needs our help, and you come down here telling me I'm making it up." "It's unbelievable." "Why are you being so bloody unreasonable?" "I'll do what I can." "Have you seen my watch, Richard?" "What?" "It's a gift from my agent, it's quite a nice one." "Ah, that'll be the twat from the venue looking to have a moan." "Reviews!" "That's why I don't read 'em." "Yeah, good idea." "I never do." ""Richard Moat's humour creaks with banality these days." ""He hashes up the same..."" "Hashes up?" "Hashes up?" "!" "You prick." ""He rehashes the same tired old material that he was using ten years ago." Hmm?" "Bloody Scotsman, got it wrong." "Again." "Er, we said not in the house." "Your mate Dave Bell, he said that you were a good bloke." "Well, I don't know how he could remember." "I've only spoken to him a couple of times since we sat our O levels." "He said, and I quote, "Your time with Martin will be chilled out."" "Yeah, and a good deal cheaper than a motel." "What, you want some rent?" "Nah, course you don't, eh?" "Because you're not that pathetic, are you?" "Just joking." "Er, are you wearing my trousers?" "Yeah." "Oh, yeah." "Well, I pissed me own, didn't I?" "Listen mate, you ain't got anything else besides beige chinos?" "They're light chestnut, actually." "You see, the reason they're all like this, is because me, I'm just too sexy for them." "I attack the puritanical element." "That's the problem with this city of yours, mate." "It's got no libido." "Personally I blame Knox." "You blame John Knox?" "Yeah." "I mean, think about it." "If this was Rio De Janeiro or San Paulo, well, it'd be totally different, wouldn't it?" "Are you likely to play Rio?" "I'm loving your book." "It'd be great if you could clean up some of this "stuff"" "before you go to bed." "Here you are, look. "Something's up, Bertie," she... oh, she whispered, as she balanced on Bertie's shoulders to get a good view of Lord Carstairs in the palm-filled conservatory of Dunwrath Castle." "You're shit and you know you are." "You're shit and you know you are." "Nice towel." "It's Marlee's." "How is she?" "Still going to New Zealand?" "And how's your actress?" "Never had you down as the arty type." "I've hidden depths." "Serious?" "What do you care." "What's she like?" "You've met her." "Briefly." "She's an actress." "Wow, you gave a better description of the dead girl." "I'll phone in a statement." "If she turns up, let me know." "But I'm working outside of the house today." "Yeah." "Because I've got a friend of an old school friend staying, and it's not a very good place to be." "Yeah." "Well, barring a few tweaks, I'll have it for you by the weekend." "That's fine, that's fine." "Shit." "Yer swine, yer." "Sorry man, my fault." "We don't need to make a big thing out of it." "Yer stupid ballbag, yer..." "I'll hold." "Eh?" "Eh?" "Eh?" "No, no, no..." "How you going to drive now, yer posh faggot?" "No!" "Hey, that's enough!" "Here." "Just relax." "I'm fine." "Don't move, all right?" "Don't move your head." "You've been hit." "Give us that." "What's that?" "Cigarettes, keys." "Is he alright?" "Push it on there." "Press it as hard as you can." "Don't be shy." "Can you breathe?" "Yeah." "All right." "Well, keep calm until help gets here." "Call an ambulance and the police." "Are you all right?" "You OK?" "You OK?" "Yeah, yeah..." "He was going at him with a bat, and I threw my laptop at him and he stopped." "Yeah, I saw." "It was very brave." "Not a lot of people would have done that." "I didn't mean to do it." "What happens now?" "You tell the police everything you saw when they get here, and they'll take care of it." "But no, the guy, he looked at me." "Suppose he comes after me?" "No, no, you'll be fine." "Look." "You see?" "Have a look." "Down there." "See that?" "It's a red Honda, that's the number plate, all right?" "You tell them that and everything you saw, and they'll take care of it, they'll catch him for you." "Wait." "You're a detective?" "Yeah." "Then you can protect me." "You don't need protecting." "You should get yourself checked out." "No, no, no, look, I'm a writer." "I'm a writer." "I write crime fiction." "You can be like a consultant." "One second..." "You could advise me." "That's not really what I do." "You should go to hospital with him and get yourself checked out." "You're in a bit of shock." "No, no, I'll pay you." "We'll see." "Well done." "Tony." "Thanks for calling me back." "Listen, I need your help." "Tidal movements." "Low tide was at 0440." "My question is this, if a body washed up at Cramond at 0700, then where might it have entered the water, and where and when might it wash up again?" "Yeah, that's all right." "Don't call me back, I'll..." "Where were you this morning?" "That nine o'clock waited for over an hour." "I found a dead woman." "Oh, that's terrible." "Is she paying cash or credit card?" "Your sympathy does you great credit, Deborah." "I'll remember that when I find you floating upside down in the Firth of Forth." "You will not find me floating upside down in the Firth of Forth." "That's right, you've got an art history degree." "Nothing bad'll ever happen to you." "If she's dead, she's not a client, it's a job for the police." "It's the living you need to worry about." "You're all heart." "Hi." "Hey." "No school?" "No." "We are going shopping for summer clothes, aren't we?" "Oh." "I went to New Zealand on my gap year." "It's amazing, you're going to love it." "Work, work." "Er, since we were already in town, I thought I'd get you to sign the form." "I've got a copy, thanks." "Yeah, I know, but... it'd be really helpful if you could just sign it now." "It'll only take a minute." "Well, I'm busy, and..." "I don't think it's the best time to talk about it, do you?" "I'll pop round tonight." "We're packing tonight." "Jackson, I've bought the tickets." "The house is rented." "We're going." "Look, all I need is your parental consent." "I know what you want." "You have to sign this." "I don't, actually." "No, I don't have to sign it." "For Christ's sake." "What you doing?" "We knew that this was going to happen at some point, whether it was New Zealand or Newcastle." "I can get to Newcastle in a couple of hours." "I can take care of her." "You don't take care of her, I do." "Dad." "I could help if you're busy." "It's OK, I've got boring stuff to do." "Why don't you go out shopping with your mum?" "You'll have more fun, all right." "OK." "Tonight!" "Come on, let's go." "Can I get you something?" "Hello?" "Hiya, you OK?" "School OK?" "Awesome, as ever." "What have you been up to?" "Dunno." "Er, my history essay." "On?" "What the Nazis did for us." "I think you've got that wrong!" "Look, I'm sorry, you're probably going to have to heat up last night's pie tonight, it's going to be a late one here." "I'm a neglected child, you know that?" "And I'm a neglected mum." "I love you." "Yeah." "Nina looked up at the old house." "I say, Nina." "You're not seriously going to break in there?" "There's been a road-rage incident." "A guy's been attacked with a baseball bat and taken to hospital." "Nasty head injury, apparently." "The assailant?" "Escaped." "Great." "All right, in the meantime, make sure we've distributed the description of Jackson's girl as widely as possible." "Some of the guys..." "What about some of the guys?" "They say that Jackson bloke's a bit of a nutter." "Yeah, that Jackson bloke is THE most irritating man north of Hadrian's Wall." "That's what they said." "And a better copper than any of them." "Distribute the description of the girl." "Ma'am..." "Boss." "Hello?" "Gloria Hatter speaking." "No." "Sorry, there's been some mistake..." "Graham's away at a work thing." "He's due back..." "Oh, I see." "I'll be right there." "Feeling better?" "Er, still a bit shaky." "That's adrenaline for you." "I hear you're a bit of a hero." "I don't know what came over me." "I've never tried to save anybody in my life." "How's he doing?" "He's still a little groggy, but he wants to be discharged." "I've got his bag." "It's really heavy, like it's got a brick in it or something." "You seem familiar, Mr Canning." "Are you famous or something?" "Um..." "Not really." "I'm a writer, a novelist." "I do... what they call soft-boiled crime." "Alex Blake." "I've always wondered about writers." "Where do you get your ideas from?" "Excuse me, you can't smoke in here." "This is waiting room." "When I wait, I smoke." "Then you'll have to do both outside." "Money or I scream." "Yeah, I'm going to go to the hotel lobby and get..." "Jackson Brodie." "Hold on." "Where?" "Yeah." "What time?" "Can't you be more precise than that?" "All right, no, thanks a lot." "Jackson?" "What?" "You said to remind you." "You're having lunch with Julia." "Oh, shit." "Er, right." "Do you mind?" "Ah." "It's by a Czech writer." "Or maybe he's Slovakian." "Anyway, it's an existentialist, abstract piece." "Oh right, that means there won't be anything about Greenland or the equator on it then." "I'm just keeping my fingers crossed that it speaks to an audience." "Oh right, you care about audiences, do you?" "Well, you shouldn't, because they're all bastards." "My first night, right, I'm on stage." "Belter, absolute belter." "Door opens, fat bastard wanders - waddles in, right?" "You could hear the shockwaves in Leith." "Anyway, he's wandering down the side of the theatre like this." "I said "Oi, you corpulent pig," ""do you mind walking down the middle?" "There's a bit of a tilt on the building."" "I'm sorry I haven't had chance to come and see it." "How were the reviews?" "Pff, I don't know." "Don't read them, do I?" "Mind you, having said that, if I did, and if I ever caught hold of that bastard from the Scotsman, he's going to regret the moment that he learnt to spell banality." "You're late." "I'm sorry, I got caught up." "Jackson Brodie." "Hi, how are you?" "Richard." "Richard Moat." "Yeah..." "Comic viagra for the mind, eh?" "Right, I'm off." "Get my head down, bit knackered." "Last night, first night with my new Thai bride." "Anyway, lying in bed there, you know, very intensive foreplay, just giving her a lovely blow job and I thought, hang on a minute!" "Right." "So maybe see you both tomorrow." "Hilarious." "It's a wonder he's still not on telly!" "Don't be cruel." "Where are you taking me?" "Nerves make me ravenous." "I'm really sorry, I've got to duck out." "I found a girl drowned this morning." "I've got stuff to do." "I should probably rehearse some more anyway." "The journey through the birthing canal just isn't resonating for me." "Yeah, I hate it when that happens." "Nerves also make me very frisky, Mr Brodie!" "Ten minutes?" "I really can't." "Sorry." "I've got..." "I'll call you later." "Jackson Brodie." "Mr Brodie, it's Martin Canning." "The road rage incident?" "Yeah, Martin." "How are you?" "They're going to catch that bloke?" "Er, probably." "I, er..." "Listen, I need your advice." "The man who was attacked, they're about to discharge him and they want me to go with him and watch him for the next 24 hours." "It's a head injury." "They want to see if he's got brain damage." "Yeah, but I don't even know him!" "Well, don't go then." "But I can't..." "I don't..." "The thing is, I write about a detective, an amateur sleuth... and I think I'm feeling sort of empathetic, you know, because you're a detective." "Well, as a detective, Martin, you've got to learn to follow your nose, you know." "So maybe go with him and, er, see where it takes you." "Ah, there you are, Martin." "Your friend's been discharged." "He's ready to go." "Myocardial infarction." "Massive heart attack." "I'm very sorry." "It doesn't seem like it's really Graham." "Graham's always talking." "Who found him?" "Has no one told you?" "Obviously not." "Perhaps we should move out of the room." "Graham may be able to hear." "I don't suppose you're telling him anything he doesn't know already." "A woman called Jojo, I believe." "Jojo?" "A call girl." "She did try to resuscitate him." "A prostitute?" "He might have revived quicker if he hadn't been... tied up." "Have you been married long?" "39 years." "Sometimes I feel I went straight from being young to being old." "Missed out the good bits." "Och, they're all tossers, if you ask me." "Will he pull through?" "I'm afraid I can't say at this stage." "We'll have to wait for the results of the scans." "Sorry." "What profiteth it a man if he gaineth the whole world but loseth his soul?" "Answer me that one, Graham." "Tosser." "Hi." "You're a girl, Deborah." "I think "woman" is the term you're looking for." "Right." "She's wearing distinctive earrings." "Crucifixes with three bars across them." "Eastern orthodox, I think." "Where would she get them from?" "Well, they sound a bit tacky." "I'm not interested if you would buy them, Deborah." "Get us a list of jewellers that specialise in religious memorabilia." "I'm going to check out the Russian cafes." "OK, will do." "Oh, Jackson, how was lunch?" "Jackson?" "I'm Gloria, the wife." "I know." "Graham talk about you." "Before, during or after?" "Not during." "Gag." "What?" "Mr Canning?" "Hang on." "Mr Canning?" "Yeah, hang on." "I told you I was not to be disturbed." "Yeah, I'm a police officer." "DI Louise Munroe." "Well, in that case, my dear," "I am not Mr Canning." "My name is Richard Moat." "Comedy Viagra." "Well, I need to speak to him." "He's an important witness." "Do you know where he is?" "Er, no." "Well, when you see him, can you get him to phone me at the station?" "Urgently." "I certainly will..." "Miss Piggy." "I don't have sex with him." "I am a lucky one." "I'm not a whore." "Last time Graham and I had sex was in the Maldives." "There's not a lot to do in the Maldives." "What does he pay you for, exactly?" "Slapped hard, tied up, made to do things." "What sort of things?" "Lick my boots, crawl on floor." "Nothing useful, like hoovering?" "He likes to be submissive." "Powerful men, they're all the same." "Graham and his... friends." "The board of Hatter's Homes." "They're all at it?" "The entire board?" "Real homes for..." "Real people." "Idiots." "Where's your accent from?" "Russia." "My proper name is Tatiana." "I love your earrings." "Are you religious?" "Faith?" "You take it where you can." "This is not how I saw my life." "Me neither." "This was a surprise for you." "Well, yes, you could say that." "I always imagined him going on the golf course." "Well, not that he's actually gone yet." "Don't worry, Gloria." "He will soon." "You think?" "Trust me." "Goodbye." "Hey!" "Hey wait!" "Any luck?" "Yeah, yeah." "I saw the dead girl in the street, which is obviously impossible, but that's what I did." "Or very similar." "Same earrings, everything." "A dead ringer." "I'd swear it was her." "So is she dead or alive?" "Or sisters?" "Sisters?" "What's this?" "I found it when I was looking for the body." "Half a name, FA, and half a number." "There were cards like this floating near the dead girl." "I get dozens of these cards through the letter-box." "She's not a man with a van, is she?" "An Italian restaurant?" "A dry cleaner?" "Gardeners?" "It's pink." "It's going to be a personal service of some kind." "She's Eastern European, so what do they do?" "It's like massages, cleaning..." "Well, I wouldn't know anything about that with the wages you pay me." "It's not going to be on there, it's local." "Go get all the local giveaways, anything with small ads." "Buy all the local papers." "And a latte." "When we've found her, on your way home and with your own money." "Really, Martin, you can get off now." "No, I couldn't forgive myself if you..." "If something happened to you in a strange hotel room, away from home and family." "I'm not going to die, Martin." "Doctor said I had to keep an eye on you." "You can't sleep for another couple of hours, the doctor said." "I'm beat." "Then I have to wake you up every two hours to see that you're OK." "If you absolutely insist." "I'll take the chair." "Not many people like you around any more, are there?" "So I've realised." "OK, have it your own way." "Fancy a drink?" "Um... won't that make you a bit sleepy?" "Not what I've got in mind." "Er, you probably shouldn't have any alcohol, not in your..." "Whiskey and ginger." "First had it when I was stationed up here." "Were you in the army?" "Sorry, I didn't mean to pry." "That's OK, I've got nothing to hide." "I was in the navy, actually." "SBS." "Now I'm just a desk jockey, pushing pieces of paper about." "It's very dull." "I'll just find some glasses." "There we go." "Try that." "All right?" "Er, yeah, it's good." "So, have you served in the forces, then?" "No, no." "My father was a CSM." "Brought us up in a sort of domestic boot camp." "Us?" "Um, my brother and me." "Christopher." "Are you two close?" "No, not really." "Shall I put the TV on, maybe help keep you awake a bit longer?" "Tell you what, Martin, don't bother." "I'm done in." "Hello, darlink." "You give me a raise, yes?" "Just keep working, will you, Deborah?" "Hello, can I do you a favour?" "You could stop trying to sound Welsh." ""Favours." "We do what you want us to do"." "It's the FA." "It's what?" "It's a slogan." "Favours is a cleaning company." "You were right." "Did you get an address?" "That's the thing." "There isn't one, but the telephone number matches." "All right, you're calling in." "And saying what?" "That your name is Olga, and you can't remember where you're working today." "What if they speak Russian?" "You speak Russian, it's on your CV." "I went on a school trip to Moscow." "I'm not exactly fluent." "You mean you lied?" "I'm sure this isn't in my job description." "Hello." "My name is Olga." "I forget where I clean today." "Ya, Olga." "Da." "Da." "Pravilno..." "Da." "Thank you." "Bye bye." "Deborah, it actually physically pains me to say this..." "What?" "You did all right." "Seriously?" "What about that pay rise?" "Seriously?" "Not that all right." "Udachi." ""Good luck" in Russian." "Tidy up." "Hello." "Who are you?" "I just need to ask you a couple of questions." "It's all right, I'm not the police." "You have to phone office." "I will, I will." "Just help me out for a second." "Tell me if you know a girl who wears earnings like these." "I think she works for Favours." "You do, don't you?" "When did you last see her?" "I call owner." "Go." "Just tell me her name?" "I don't know anything." "She's dead." "The girl who wears these, she's dead." "How do you know?" "Did you see her?" "Yeah." "I saw her, and I saw another girl who looked just like her." "Maybe her sister." "Expensive clothes." "Who would that be?" "It's bad for me to talk to you." "I can see you're frightened." "Here, look." "My name's Jackson, Jackson Brodie." "I'm an investigator." "You call me later." "Anything that happens between us is private." "Go." "What's your name?" "Please go." "Call me later, OK?" "I need someone to come and help me pack." "Why does Dad work all the time?" "People need him, I guess." "But we need him tonight." "Come on." "Jellybean." "Is that you, Mum?" "What's that?" ""Hello, Mum, how was your day?"" ""Long and knackering, thanks for asking."" ""Would you like a bucket of wine?"" ""That would be wonderful, beloved offspring, thank you."" "What have you been up to?" "Nothing." "Is that Gran?" "What's left of her, yeah." "Cool." "Can I have it?" "For Christ's sake." "What the hell do you want?" "This is my home, Jackson, it's not a bloody office that you can just drop by." "I think she was working for a company called Favours." "How do you know she worked for a cleaning company?" "Because I was talking to a girl who was working there and she obviously knew her, I could tell." "Oh, you could tell." "She was terrified of speaking to me." "What was the girl's name?" "I don't know." "Where does she live?" "I don't know." "Do you have an address?" "Yeah, I've got a phone number." "Oh, good." "All you've got to do is find out where they've got a booking." "Turn up." "Wait for the van to arrive." "What planet are you on, Jackson?" "You didn't see how frightened this girl was when she was talking to me." "Trust me, it's a murder." "We don't even have a body." "Not even a reported crime, not even a reported missing person." "You're a police officer, aren't you?" "You have statutory..." "Don't you bloody lecture me!" "I'm not saying you're not a good copper, you are." "I'm saying we should look further in a case like this." "Why don't you take a look at yourself?" "Your daughter's flying to the other side of the world, and you're chasing shadows." "What's that got to do with anything?" "Just get out." "I'm sorry I barged in here, all right?" "I'm..." "No, you're not sorry." "This is what you do, what you always do." "Christ, Jackson, you've lost your job, your wife and now Marlee." "And you will not stop." "Now, I want to help you, but you make it impossible..." "Shit." "Let me clear it up." "Just leave it." "Who is it?" "Get out." "Hello." "'Gloria!" "It's Murdo." "Sorry to bother you so late." "'I've been trying to get Graham on his mobile." "'We were supposed to have a meeting this morning, but he didn't turn up." "'Is he there?" "' No, he's in Thurso." "'Thurso!" "You're joking." "What do you mean, Thurso?" "What's he doing there, for Christ's sake?" "'" "He's building an estate up there." "'Since when?" "' Since now." "'Why he's not answering his phone?" "' He forgot it." "'Graham forgot his phone?" "' Hard to believe, I know." "I thought it was surgically attached to his ear." "See?" "I told you he forgot it." "Some people have no manners." "Arse, arse, arse." "Memory stick, memory stick, memory stick." "Oh, my book, my book." "Surely not." "'This is Jackson Brodie." "'Please leave me a message, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.'" "Bloody hell, Jackson, where are you?" "I've just sat through two hours of Richard Moat." "I'd rather have my fillings removed with a rusty nail." "Where are you?" "I'm bored." "Oi-oi." "Hey." "There he is!" "The man himself." "You were brilliant, darling." "I only hope mine goes half as well." "Yeah, you know, I thought it went all right." "I mean, it went really well." "You fancy a drink?" "Yeah." "Why not?" "Yeah, I thought the African village/water pump routine went down well, didn't it?" "Niamh?" "Niamh?" "Niamh!" "Jackson, no!" "Jackson, no!" "Have you got your lunch?" "Yeah." "Take the whole pack." "Just don't get caught." "Thanks." "I should have picked her up from the bus stop." "You know that, don't you?" "Yeah." "And you know I love you, tyke, don't you?" "Yeah." "Piss off and learn something." "'I should have picked her up from the bus stop." "You know that, don't you?" "'" "Francis?" "Francis, stop mucking about." "Francis!" "All right, big man?" "There you go." "Started smoking again." "That's your bloody fault." "You're looking good." "I've just got older." "You should see Marlee, she's a giant." "I should have brought her to see you." "I will." "Yeah, I will." "You'd like her, she's..." "She's amazing." "She's funny, she's smart, she's kind." "She's nothing like her dad." "They want to take her away from me, Francis." "They want to take her halfway around the world." "No." "I can't let her go." "I cannot let that happen." "You get it, don't you?" "You've got to keep the people you love right there where you can see them, so you can protect 'em, eh?" "Eh?" "What do you think?" "Oh, I'm so tired." "I love you, big man." "Archie, for the hundredth time, get up!" "To think you were inside me for nine months." "To think you actually ever had sex." "So, what are you reading lately?" "Bit of Japanese philosophy." "Only when I came home last night..." "Who was that guy who came here?" "Are you sleeping with him?" "No, and don't change the subject." "DI Munroe." "Marcus." "Do we know who she is?" "All right, I'm on my way." "I have to go." "There's been an incident." "Is somebody dead?" "Jellybean needs feeding, with the special stuff." "You can manage that, can you?" "If you get bored, talk to Gran." "She liked you." "She had no ID on her, but they think she might have been a prostitute." "Why?" "There's evidence of recent sexual activity, £40 in cash in her pocket, and it looks like she was a junkie." "It'll be an OD." "Although we won't know for sure until the toxicology reports come back." "Thought you might want to have a look before DI Tucker takes over." "'Jackson?" "We've found another body." "'Jackson?" "Are you all right?" "' Yeah." "I'll see you there." "Oh, Jesus." "It's her." "The cleaner." "You're absolutely sure?" "She said she'd get in trouble for talking to me." "There's nothing to indicate she was murdered." "Yeah, but you know she was, that's why you called me." "It's a double murder now." "Except we don't have a body for the drowned girl." "Don't." "I don't think Mr Brodie likes you very much, Marcus." "Right, you'd better find out where Favours is as quick as possible and turn it over." "You don't decide what we do, Brodie." "I do, though." "Go and find the cleaning company." "Ma'am." "I'm sorry about the urn." "My mother?" "I wouldn't worry about it." "It's probably the most fun she's had in years." "You've not been home yet, have you?" "Where have you been all night, or shouldn't I ask?" "Yorkshire." "I went to see my brother." "And how was that?" "Yeah." "He set me straight on a few things." "Hey." "Hey." "You said you didn't mind if I stayed over." "I don't." "Where have you been?" "Can we talk about it later?" "I'm intrigued." "My boyfriend stays out all night, and I'm wondering where he was." "Boyfriend?" "Is that what I am now?" "I thought you said we weren't a couple." "You said we were... what was it?" "You and me, that's what you called us." "Lover, then." "That's what we are, lovers." "So?" "So, can we talk about it later, please?" "Come to bed." "I've got to go out." "What's so important?" "Has someone died?" "Or just said, "Help me, Jackson?"" "I've got to go and see Marlee." "You have remembered my play?" "You are coming?" "Yes, of course." "Good luck." "Or break a leg, or whatever." "Jackson Brodie?" "You've been making trouble." "You should have kept your nose out, son." "Stop!" "Stop it!" "I'm calling the police." "That's not right." "That's dirty behaviour!" "Are you all right?" "I'm fine." "Hello." "'Louise, it's Jackson'." "Hiya." "I need you to go to Martin Canning's house." "What, the author?" "'Yes, the author.'" "How do you know him?" "Because I think he's in danger." "Would you stop giving me orders?" "'I just wish you'd do something I ask of you, for once,' as a favour." "I'll see what I can do." "Oh, bollocks." "Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd" "Email subtitling@bbc.co.uk"