09/10/2012 River City

You don't talk to the cops, full stop.

You forgetting what'll happen if Kennedy suspects you're a grass?

You're doing this because I never gave you Sean or Lenny.

I'm doing this because the evidence is overwhelming.

You fought the day of her murder, your scarf was used to strangle her,

and you were the last person to see her alive.

-Please!

-Gabriel Brodie, I am charging you

with the murders of Angie Warren and Alicia Petrauskas.

-Thanks for posting bail.

-It's safe.

Unless you're planning on doing a runner.

What, with this thing? No chance.

GABRIEL SIGHS

Hey, Stevie!

SHE GROANS

Ach, where is it?

What you after?

Oh, the thing...for my hair.

What, your comb?

-Aye, that's it.

-Here, I'll take a look for you.

No, no. Leave it.

Liz'll help me. Where is she, anyway?

She's away to the shops. I finished the milk this morning.

And you sent her for more?

I'm kind of stuck here till eight.

You know, my tag?

For my trial?

Trial?

Oh, you're up.

Groundhog Day.

Did you know he's got to go up to the court?

Oh, Malcolm!

What is it? A dodgy tax disc?

No, dear. Now, remember, we've been through all this.

The muddle up about those poor girls.

The girls who were murdered.

What?

-Did you kill somebody?

-No! Of course not!

He's completely innocent!

Well, why is he tagged?

Oh, dear, I'm so sorry.

Don't worry.

I need to shoot. I need to meet my lawyer.

Listen, you might want to have a look at that.

All complete nonsense, of course,

but you should be aware...

Well, thanks. I'll see you later.

Hey, I don't like this.

Having a criminal in the house!

He is NOT a criminal, Malcolm!

-Aye...

-He's Gabriel!

If you say so...

Thought we said half past?

Yeah, well. I was hoping to see Gabriel first.

-What, you got news?

-Got his court date.

That should have disappeared by now.

That's going nowhere. The evidence is pretty damning.

-What, he's going to take the rap?

-As it stands?

Almost certainly.

Ah, good morning.

Is that them started on The Ship already?

Aye, aye. Looks like it, eh?

Ah, well. A wee fresh lick of paint

and it'll be like Sean Kennedy never happened.

Oh, no, look...

he did.

Aye well, I'll leave you to it. See you over there.

Shall we?

As far as I can see, see that whole top bit, right?

That whole section there? That's just not safe.

So, we've got a date for the trial.

Three weeks' time. Somewhat sooner than I had hoped.

The sooner it starts, the sooner it ends.

The sooner I clear my name.

I admire your confidence,

but this isn't going to be easy.

Course it is. Kennedy framed me.

Then he did it well.

The prosecution case is convincing.

So, what? We just give up?

Wait a second.

Is that what you think? I should just hold my hands up?

No. But when a case appears

as cut and dried as this...

You think I should plead guilty?

Strategically, there might be something to be said

for confessing to the Angie Warren murder.

It's the only one they've got any evidence for.

If you admit to Angie and deny Alicia

we could cut a deal.

-What?!

-You'd go down for one murder instead of two,

plus you'd get additional time off

for pleading guilty ahead of the trial.

Wait a second here.

-You're meant to be on my side.

-It's not a matter of sides.

You need to weigh up what you've got to lose.

And you need to understand the severity of the charges.

No, you need to understand

that I didn't kill those girls.

Either of them.

And any jury's going to see that, as soon as I take that stand.

What they'll see is a man

who made a living running prostitutes.

Malcolm Hamilton, to see Dr Hunter.

I'm sorry, Malcolm.

It's Doctor Stubbs you're seeing today.

Doctor Stubbs?

Who's he, when he's at home?

I want to see Dan.

You can't, dear.

Dan left.

Unfortunately.

Oh, aye, aye, aye. So he did.

I'm sorry, I...

I'm not just quite myself today.

So who's this other doctor?

Doctor Stubbs.

She's very...efficient.

A lady doctor?

Oh, I don't know how I feel about that...I mean,

what if I wanted to see her about something...personal.

I wouldn't want to embarrass her.

Oh, I don't think there's much chance of that.

Malcolm Hamilton?

Right, Malcolm, come along.

Let's get this over with.

Right, on you go, dear,

I'm right behind you.

I'd prefer to see Mr Hamilton on his own.

Oh, no, I don't think so!

I'm his power of attorney!

And I'm his doctor.

So we both have his best interests at heart. Thank you.

SHE GASPS

Please have a seat.

Is...is Liz not coming in?

I thought it would be nice if it was just the two of us

for this appointment.

That way we can get a proper measure of each other.

What do you think?

I think that's fine, aye.

I don't know. They're both nice.

They're not supposed to be nice!

They're supposed to be classy and spectacular.

I think maybe I prefer the chocolate fountains.

Really?!

-Hi, what are you doing here?

-Just on my way to work,

-thought I'd pop in.

-Great!

You can help me with this.

-Interesting.

-Wrong!

Ice sculptures.

-Right.

-Well, you could at least FAKE some enthusiasm!

I'm trying to plan the wedding of the year here,

and nobody's a bit interested. Not even me.

I thought you were enjoying all the planning?

I don't know. Just with everything that's happened,

it just feels wrong.

Why don't we do things differently, then?

Just you and me, a couple of witnesses,

drinks in The Tall Ship after,

then we can go on an amazing two-week honeymoon, somewhere hot.

Can we afford that?

If we skip on the ice sculptures, yeah.

That sounds perfect.

But what about all the stuff we've booked? That reception venue?

We might lose a couple of deposits, but compared to

what we were going to spend, it'll be worth it.

-Does that mean I can chuck these?

-Be my guest.

You have just made me a very happy woman!

There's a sentence he doesn't hear very often.

Right, I'd better get to work.

I'll start cutting back on the guest list.

I mean, for the ceremony

we just need a couple of witnesses and family. My folks, your dad...

No way. I can't invite him.

You've got to! It's bad enough your sister can't make it.

-At this rate you won't have any family there.

-It's not up for debate.

My dad is not coming to my wedding. End of.

I'll see you later. See you, girls.

See you!

I'm getting worse. I know that.

I almost wish I was too far gone to notice, but I'm not.

I've still got brains enough to feel like a fool.

Well, tiredness certainly doesn't help with confusion,

so we'll tweak your tablets

so you get a better night's sleep,

and then we'll review things in a couple of weeks.

Aye, good.

But your blood pressure's looking great.

Have you been watching what you eat?

That's Liz. She's always fussing over me.

Is that a bad thing?

Only it's the wrong way round.

I banked on being the one looking after her.

Now look at me.

Every day I'm another chore for her.

There'll come a time I won't even be able to thank her

for what she does for me.

How about I make a note in your file,

that when that day comes, I'll thank her for you?

Can you do that?

SHE LAUGHS I can do anything!

-How could you?!

-Leyla!

How could you let this get in the papers?

Whoa, that had nothing to do with me!

Bad enough you did those things without having it made public!

-What am I supposed to tell the boys?

-Come on, they won't see it!

How can they not?!

It's rubbish.

It's just a wee lassie trying to make a fast buck.

So it's not true? You didn't do those things?

We've been through this.

You know what was going on.

Yeah, you were "helping" those girls.

Only that's not what it says here.

Locking them in rooms so they couldn't escape,

giving them drugs so they didn't care what they were doing with who.

It wasn't like that.

Then what was it like, Gabriel?

-Cos I'm struggling here!

-It's not that simple, Leyla.

-God, I feel sick!

-Whoa, hey!

-Just wait. Let me explain, all right?

-No!

I let you into my bed.

And all the time you were forcing men on those girls.

And if you could sell them like that,

if that's all they were worth to you, then maybe...

Whoa, I didn't kill them!

I can't believe you can think that!

You know me.

Do I?

Any problem with planning permission?

No worries there. I've got a pal on the Council...

-It's not happening. I'm not doing it.

-You not heard of knocking?

I'm not pleading guilty.

And I'm not being represented by somebody that thinks I should.

I'll find somebody else to fight my corner.

Aye, well, you'd better find somebody else to pay for him then.

Are you behind this?

What?

Me pleading guilty would suit you down to the ground, wouldn't it?

Keep me out of the dock, keep my mouth shut?

As far as I'm concerned it's a travesty you've even been charged.

Oh, save the platitudes! You're the reason I'm in this mess.

You put me in there with Kennedy.

You made me into the guy they're writing about in the newspapers.

We all make our own choices.

Oh, no, no, no! You and Kennedy made mine for me.

Whatever gets you through the night.

Oh, and just for the record,

see when I'm standing in that court

and they ask me how I ended up working for Kennedy?

I'll tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

So you'd better get your wee lawyer there on standby.

Oh, and another thing,

I want those legal notes left in the arcade.

Today.

I have never been treated so shoddily!

She is a disgrace to the medical profession!

She doesn't have the best manner sometimes.

Huh! Well, I for one will not tolerate it.

You can remove my name and Malcolm's

from your practice list, forthwith!

-We shall be taking our ailments elsewhere.

-Mrs Hamilton,

please don't be too hasty.

Malcolm!

Have you been crying?

What have you done to him!

Better out than in.

Exactly. Thank you, Miriam.

Not at all, Malcolm.

Send in the next one.

Mr Smith, you're next.

Mr Murdoch.

Call me Lenny.

How can I help you?

Gabriel Brodie.

Got some new information for us?

There's no more to be had, is there?

Everybody knows Sean Kennedy stitched him up.

So why are you here?

I would like you to fix it.

What?

Make the murders go away.

Come on! If you can let a guilty man walk free,

there shouldn't be any difficulty

with an innocent one, should there?

Not interrupting, am I?

Lenny, nice to see you.

Mr Murdoch to you. I asked to speak to him, not you.

Well, we don't always get what we want, do we?

So, what's the chat?

Oh, feeling coy?

Mr Murdoch was just checking on the progress of Gabriel Brodie's case.

Being that Mr Brodie's under Mr Murdoch's employ.

Stick your neck out for all your slaves?

Don't like to see a guy take the rap for something he never done.

Evidence says he did.

But he'll get his day in court.

Course, maybe that's what's bothering you, eh, Lenny?

Who knows what titbits your lackey will drop once he's on that stand.

Personally, I'll be taking my popcorn.

And a note pad.

I'm done here.

Yes, you are.

Sit down.

No...more...deals!

-I wasn't...

-I have covered for you for the last time.

Nothing else gets swept under the carpet.

-Not on my watch.

-I know.

He knows about Henderson.

Course he knows.

It happened on his patch. It's his business to know.

What if he tells someone?

I don't think Lenny Murdoch and the Super

are going to be going out for a chai latte any time soon, do you?

Especially not when he's making

a nice warm space for you in his back pocket.

So what do I do?

The right thing.

Now more than ever.

Get back to your filing.

Yes, sir.

And when you're finished,

start it all over again.

HE SIGHS

All right?

Been better.

I just thought I'd check in.

I've not seen you in a while. What have you been up to?

Do you not read the papers?

I'm sorry, I need to find myself a new lawyer here.

What happened to the old one?

He wants me to take the rap for one of the murders

so I don't end up spending the next 30 years in the nick.

But you didn't do it.

Look, Stel, I've not got much time here.

I'm sorry.

You gave Kennedy an alibi for the night Angie Warren was killed.

Possibly...

No, definitely! It's in black and white in my legal notes.

Well, I must have done. So?

He couldn't have been with you that night.

How not?

Because he was strangling the life out of Angie Warren!

You don't know that!

You lied!

-Stop it!

-And because you lied,

Kennedy's off the hook, and guess who's on it?

If you'd been straight about Kennedy from the start

I wouldn't have HAD to lie cos I would have had nothing to do with him!

I could have told you he was the devil himself, Raymond.

You'd have still bought cheap booze off him!

Gonnae just calm down, Gabriel?

-You're still on bail!

-Aye! Because of HIM!

-ENOUGH!

OK, I lied.

Sean Kennedy asks you for an alibi,

-you give him an alibi!

-Even if it puts a mate in the dock?

He was threatening my family!

You any idea what that's like?!

And I'm not the reason you're in the dock.

You didn't get charged because I gave Sean Kennedy an alibi,

you got charged because there's loads of evidence against you!

Please, Raymond, I'm begging you here.

Get down that cop shop, and tell them the truth.

What if I get charged with perjury?

What if I get done for a double murder?!

I would have said anything.

-He was threatening my family.

-Yadda, yadda...

Thanks for letting us know.

You'll have to sign some paperwork officially withdrawing

your original statement, but I can get that organised over at the desk.

-Will there be charges against me?

-No, of course not.

You're Raymond Henderson. Go forth and offend with impunity.

Oh, Mr Henderson?

One thing for future reference.

If you get so much as a parking ticket from now on,

I will be all over you like a particularly nasty dose of the clap.

Clear? CLEAR?

Yeah. Clear.

-Take him home.

-Yes, sir.

PHONE BLEEPS

What part of "You're fired" do you not get?

I DO have other clients in Shieldinch.

Let's hope you've got more faith in them than you have in me.

It's not a matter of faith, Mr Brodie.

It's a matter of putting the simple facts before a jury.

What, facts like Raymond Henderson's dodgy alibi for Sean Kennedy?

-What do you mean?

-Did you not think of checking it out?

Of course I did. It held up.

Why's Raymond withdrawing it, then?

You still think I should plead guilty?

I'll make a few calls.

Find out what's going on.

-I'll take it from here.

-Mr Brodie...

Like I said, we're done.

So?

-Did you do it?

-Yeah.

If you'd like to step inside, please, Mr Henderson.

Look, Raymond's now involved in this case, so by talking to him,

-you're breeching your bail conditions.

-What do you mean?

Kennedy's not got an alibi any more.

That changes everything.

You screwed up the alibi, Will.

What else did you get wrong? Where's the car?

You know, the 4x4 that was in my legal notes?

Did you not think of tracking that down?

Gabriel, just take my advice and stay out of trouble, OK?

OK, I'm not seeing a lot of filing going on here.

I was just having another look at the footage of the 4x4.

See if I could work out who was driving.

Gabriel Brodie.

I'm not so sure,

now that Raymond Henderson's withdrawn his statement.

Things are opening up again.

OK, let me clear this up for you.

Angie Warren was strangled with Gabriel Brodie's scarf.

Post-mortem revealed she struggled with her attacker.

His DNA was found under her fingernails.

Now, the fact that Sean Kennedy

wasn't with Raymond Henderson that night

does nothing to get Gabriel Brodie off the hook, OK?

Now turn the telly off, get back to work.

Charlene?

What are you doing here?

How are you?

Is it right that Gabriel's no in the jail?

He's on bail.

So he's here? Where will I find him?

He could be anywhere. I couldn't tell you.

You just did.

Charlene, no!

It's not a good idea.

He's supposed to stay away from everyone involved in the case.

See you around!

Charlene!

All right?

Aye.

Are you going to play it, or just stand and look at it all day?

Is this Gabriel Brodie's place?

What's it to you?

It's dead nice.

Fancy.

Is this going somewhere?

Is he about? I need to talk to him.

-No, he's not here.

-Where is he?

-I don't know.

He just asked me to cover.

What is it you wanted to see him about, anyway?

He owes me money. 50 quid.

You could just give me it.

Are you a comedian, aye?

Forget it.

Who will I say was looking for him?

Tell him Charlene was here.

Tell him I miss him.

All right, lads?

Hey, come on, man! Can you not even gimme a hello?

Hey, wait a minute.

Should you two not be at school?

No, we got sent home because we've got a famous uncle.

It's in all the papers that he's a pimp.

Shut up!

Have you been fighting?

He's been defending your honour.

-I don't know why.

-Is that true?

-Cos of me?

-Did you really do all that stuff?

Did you?

What they wrote?

What would I be doing, getting involved in all that? Prostitution?

I mean, come on!

But, trust me, I'm going to prove myself.

-OK?

-Cool.

Good lad.

Hey!

You go on home, eh?

Who's she?

-Don't know.

-Gabriel! I've been trying to phone you.

You liar.

No!

-Did you lie about killing them as well?

-No!

< All right? Where you been?

You cannae be here. You're putting me in breach of my bail conditions.

-Go home!

-I cannae. It's freaking me out there.

There's new guys wanting me to work for them.

I cannae stay there any more, Gabe.

I'm sorry, but my days in the rescue business are over.

I don't want you to rescue me.

I want you to look after me. Run me.

I'll make you good money.

-I done no' bad for Sean.

-No!

I'll no be any bother.

I'll go with anybody you tell me to. I'm not fussy.

I'll give you freebies.

As many as you want.

I don't know you.

-And I don't WANT to know you, OK?

-Is this what you done to Angie, aye?

One minute all pally, and the next, wanting shot of her?

I didn't touch her. And you know that.

-Do I?

-Look, I'm not Sean Kennedy, all right?

I've made a few mistakes, but I am not him.

From where I'm standing, you look pretty much the same.

I helped Angie!

What?

To die?!

See you around.

Or not.

What happened to you?

Here, sit down.

You don't know what you saw out there!

GET OUT!

No! Not until I've explained myself!

That girl, she's got problems.

Stop! I don't want to hear it! Not in this house!

Not in front of my kids!

-Just gimme a chance, eh?

-NO!

You will not bring that filth into our lives, OK?

You've forfeited the right to be part of this family, Gabriel!

Boys - upstairs, now!

No, they need to hear this!

None of this is my fault, and I'm going to prove it in the courts

and you two are gonnae be there to see it!

No! No, they won't be!

And neither will I. Sorry, Gabriel, you're on your own.

I'm doing this for you lot!

I couldnae gie a monkeys what anybody else thinks!

You're the only ones I need to prove myself to!

Prove what you like, it makes no difference!

Nothing changes the fact

that you're not a part of this family any more.

Come on. Upstairs, now!

All right? >

What's going on?

Tell me again.

What are my chances in that court?

Pretty poor.

Right, I'm going to plead guilty to killing Angie.

What's changed your mind?

You said it was a case of what I had to lose.

Turns out it's not very much.

I'll put the wheels in motion.

What wheels are they, then?

I'm gonnae plead guilty to murdering Angie.

Tell me I'm hearing this wrong.

Don't start me, Stel.

Why would you plead guilty to something you didnae do?

Because I FEEL guilty.

And they're gonnae do me for it anyway,

and at least this way, I'm looking at 13 instead of 30 years.

Right, and when were you the sort of guy that gives up just like that?

Since I started screwing everything up.

But you cannae make it better, no?

I cannae bring Angie back. Or change what I've done.

Or the way people think about me round here now.

Right, and where would I be if I had that sort of attitude?

Still in the gutter!

That was different.

You had wee Deek behind you all the way.

And I'm behind you!

See from the minute I walked into your stupid pop-up shop

and you took a chance on me, I knew you were one of the good guys.

Thanks, darlin'.

But that was 100 years ago.

What about your family? Leyla, the kids?

They don't want to know. And I don't blame them.

Right, come on, you.

Scram. I need to get locked up in here.

There was a lassie in here today.

Charlene?

She says she misses you.

You must have done something right.

Thanks for that.

But in that world, the bar's not that high.

Gabriel, you cannae just give up.

I'm done.

All right, all right.

What, you're just gonna let this happen, aye?

What is it?

Gabriel's pleading guilty.

Who pleads guilty to something they've no' done?

-Somebody who's out of their mind with guilt and grief.

-Oh, please.

What? It's true. He cared about Angie -

he cared about all those girls.

Then why was he selling them at a tenner a pop? Why not walk away?

To keep Dad safe.

What?

That time Dad got beat up in jail?

It was Sean Kennedy's pals that did it.

And they were going to keep doing it unless Gabriel did what Sean wanted.

Rubbish.

That's probably some story he's made up to make us feel sorry for him.

Come on. You saw Dad that time we visited.

You saw what they did to him.

Yeah, and I know your precious uncle

is capable of using something like that to his advantage.

-Don't be ridiculous.

-You're out of order.

I know something about useless families,

but at least mine were too stupid and wasted to know any better.

What's your excuse?

Is he at the arcade?

Saying your goodbyes? Stella just came round.

She says you're pleading guilty.

What of it?

It's about Angie, isn't it?

Without me, she'd still be alive.

If you can call that a life!

-Living in those flats.

-It was better than how she ended up!

Yeah, but that wasn't your fault!

It wasn't.

You didn't kill her.

You're not capable of that.

She was smart! She could have made something of herself.

I know.

But you saying you killed her isn't going to change anything.

And it's not going to make you feel any better, either!

She'll still be dead.

I should have went with her, Nicole. I let her down.

How can you say that?

You were probably the most decent guy Angie had met in years.

You didn't let her down.

You made her realise that she was worth something.

Cos you're a good man, Gabriel.

-I don't feel like one.

-Well, you are. So live with it.

You can't plead guilty. You need to fight this thing.

I'm looking at 30 years, Nicole.

I know. But just tell the truth!

Tell them that Angie asked for your help and you gave her it.

-The same way you'd give it to any of those girls.

-Would I though..?

Of course you would.

Angie never trusted anyone, but she trusted you.

Cos she knew you'd do the right thing.

I'll see you later, all right? There's something I need to do.

-Hi.

-What d'you want?

Get your stuff. You're leaving.

-I'm going nowhere with you.

-I'm sorry about before, all right?

I was way out of order.

So have you changed your mind? About me working for you?

No. But I'm gonnae get you out of here.

Where to? Can I stay with you?

Look, I'm not going to be about. But I've got Tatiana here.

She's gonnae help.

Hi, Charlene.

How's that filing coming?

Just finishing up.

Good timing.

Gabriel Brodie's tag is exciting satellite dishes

across the western skies.

Go pick him up.

Is that not a job for Uniform?

On my way.

You no' gonnae get into trouble for being here?

I'm past caring, to be honest.

I know the feeling.

Hey, don't say that.

You've still got the chance to get out of here

-with your head held high.

-Aye, right.

You need to listen to me.

If you can kick your habit, you can be anything you want.

You can go to college, get a job.

You're funny.

Look, get a grip, Charlene. While you still can.

It's not too late for you.

Tatiana here can help you find somewhere to stay,

-get you out of here.

-Only if that's what you want.

It is. Honest.

Good. I'll leave you ladies to it.

You listen to her, she can straighten you out. Trust her, OK?

Angie never got a chance.

Just make sure you don't miss yours.

SIRENS

Are we ready?

Wait!

You're no' him.

You're nothing like him.

Gabriel Brodie...

I know, I know. I breached my bail conditions.

I get it.

I'll catch you back at the station.

Nic, did you see him?

What do you care?

Shoes.

She never!

Slammed it right in my face!

-I hope you're going to complain.

-Oh, don't worry, I intend to!

Ach, she's nice enough when you get to know her.

Hark at her number-one fan here!

What did she do to you in that office - put the hex on you?!

Well, if she did, she can join your coven!

I'm goin' for my bath.

And whatever you two say, that appointment was a tonic.

Looks like Dad and Dr Stubbs have formed their own

mutual appreciation society.

Well, it's one that will shortly be disbanded!

I intend to telephone the Moss Green practice first thing.

I've heard very good reports.

Liz, changing surgeries, it's an awful big upheaval.

I wouldn't be doing it if I had any choice.

DOORBELL RINGS Well, Dad seems to like her.

He likes corned beef hash - doesn't mean it's good for him.

I have no intention of entrusting your father's care to that woman!

Mrs Hamilton.

I was hoping for a word.

Right, I'll leave yous to it, see you later.

As Malcolm and I are no longer in your practice,

there's no need for you to come round here apologising.

Good, because that's not why I'm here.

I wanted to take you through Malcolm's care package,

in case there's any confusion in the transfer.

I feel very strongly about continuity of care

in cases like this.

May I?

Has she got somewhere to go?

There's a sister.

They used to be close, but then Charlene sold the TV to buy drugs.

Not much chance of her dossing down there then.

I don't know. Families often have short memories.

Just as well, or none of us

would be on speaking terms with any of our relatives, would we?

No.

Got everything?

I think so.

What's this for?

My father was only 60 when it took him.

Oh, no.

And of course, I wasn't in a position to be of much help.

I was away at uni.

You know how selfish young people can be.

-You mustn't blame yourself.

-Oh, I know.

But when I think about what my poor mam went through...

It broke her heart, losing him, bit by bit, day by day.

Oh, gosh, I'm so sorry.

Actually, it's helping.

Talking to someone who really understands.

And you should check out the forums for carers.

I think you'd enjoy the company.

It's...not knowing what is normal

that gets me. I mean, apparently this morning,

he couldn't remember the word for his comb.

Does that mean he's getting worse?

Have you never called someone by the wrong name?

Or found your car keys in the bread bin?

Yes, of course.

Well, then. It's perfectly normal.

Until it isn't.

And then we'll deal with it.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I'm sorry we got off on the wrong foot.

When Dad was ill, he used to say the most appalling things.

The nurses thought it was his illness, but truth was,

he'd always had a talent for saying completely the wrong thing.

Like father, like daughter, I'm afraid.

I... I think I must've inherited a few paternal traits as well.

Pride, for one.

Well, you'll need a bit of that

if you're going to fight your corner for Malcolm.

I'm rather hoping that you'd help me with that.

If I speak to Leyla and get things reversed...

would you have us back at the health centre?

I'd be delighted.

Just leave it on my desk, thanks.

Sir, I've got Charlene Chisholm in the interview room.

Now Kennedy had her keeping this key for him.

This is the same style as the other lock-ups he rented -

the same ones we searched after Angie Warren was murdered.

We need to get down there with Uniform

and check this key in every lock until we find the right fit.

Sir, this could give us the 4x4.

-Where was this six weeks ago?

-I've got a gut feeling about this, sir.

Call up Uniform. Get them out checking lock-ups.

-What room's she in?

-Three.

Does this mean I'm off filing duty?

Don't push it.

So, Kennedy gave you a key to look after, after Angie Warren died.

How many times?! Are we done here?

If you don't mind, I'm the one asking the questions.

And you don't know where this lock-up is?

How would I? He never took me there.

He just used to come and get the key when he needed it.

-How often was that?

-Once, twice,

I cannae remember. Hardly ever.

We know he had some storage units down by the old whisky sheds,

-could the lock-up be down there?

-Read my lips!

I don't know!

Hey, we could have done with having this wee chat

as soon as Angie was found, so less of the cheek, all right?

Why didn't you come forward back then, Charlene?

Cos I don't know nothing!

Even if I did, I couldnae have talked.

Not without ending up like Alicia and the other girls.

-What do you mean?

-Sean would have killed me.

What other girls?

Sir, we've found the lock-up.

That's it. That's the car Alicia Petrauskas was last seen in.

And just a hundred yards from where Angie Warren was found.

Sean Kennedy must be laughing his head off -

if you can laugh in hell.

Don't touch anything.

Get Forensics in here now.

I want them all over this.

-Goodnight, Will.

-Night.

'This is Edward's telephone. Please leave a message.'

Hi, Dad. It's me...Will.

I know this is a little bit out of the blue,

but...I'm getting married next month.

And, well, I'd like it if you could be there.

So if you think you can make it, text me,

or call me.

Or don't.

What's happening?

It's definitely Kennedy's 4x4.

What did the lab say?

The boot had been scrubbed with bleach.

But he missed a bit.

Found traces of Angie Warren in there. Post-mortem.

Where does this leave Gabriel Brodie?

Nowhere near that vehicle.

We haven't found a speck of his dandruff in there.

Plus the fact that we found the body of Alicia Petrauskas

before Brodie was even on the scene.

It's just Sean Kennedy.

Ready to go to work?

Yes, sir.

Well done.

D'you recognise it?

It was one of Sean's cars.

He used to take us to jobs in it.

When was the last time you saw it? Just roughly.

4th September.

That was the night Angie Warren was killed.

For a junkie, you're pretty hot on your dates.

The fourth's my birthday. Angie dying kind of spoiled my party.

Tell us what happened that night, Charlene.

Nothing much.

Sean picked us up frae one job and dropped us off at another.

-Angie was in the back seat with us.

-How did she seem?

-On edge.

-Yeah?

Well, she was mad at me.

Because I was taking the piss, saying that she fancied Gabriel.

What made you say that?

She was wearing his scarf.

He'd gave her it as a present.

I was the one with the birthday, and I got nothing.

Sorry - she was wearing Gabriel Brodie's scarf?

Aye. So what?

Is this the one you mean?

Aye. What you got a picture of it for?

Let me get this straight.

You left Angie in the back of that car with Sean Kennedy

on the night she was killed and she was wearing this scarf?

Aye. What's the big deal?

Move.

Take a seat, Mr Brodie.

It looks like we'll be dropping the charges against you.

Some new evidence has come to light.

Like what?

Charlene Chisholm. She came forward with some info about a lock-up

used by Kennedy.

It's early days, but what we've found in there...

It was him, wasn't it?

It looks that way.

Thank God.

I'm afraid your bail conditions will still apply

until the charges are officially dropped.

Right.

But in the light of new developments,

the boss has agreed to overlook yesterday's bail infringements.

-Very magnanimous.

-Leave it.

I can assure you I'll be seeking compensation

for damage done to my client's reputation.

Like I said, leave it!

I just want to go home.

See my family, you know, put things right.

Sure. I'll drop you off.

I'll leave you to tell your family.

Not sure they'll be bothered either way.

I'm not exactly flavour of the month at the moment.

Things have changed now.

Have they?

Gabriel, are you OK? I heard you'd been lifted!

I've been cleared of the murders.

Yes! That's brilliant! Come on.

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So they know it isn't you, then?

Seems so.

Good news, then, eh?

Aye.

I'm sorry. About before.

I didn't know Dad got beat up in jail.

I know you didn't kill those girls.

Me too.

Thanks, lads, but none of that excuses what I did.

Right, boys, off to school? See you later.

Could you guys maybe give us a minute too?

I'm sorry.

Listen, Leyla, everything you said was true.

I've done stuff, things I never thought I was capable of.

So I don't blame you for not wanting me around any more.

Listen, I've been thinking, maybe it's time I moved on.

-What?

-You said it yourself. There's nothing to keep me here.

Even with the murder charges dropped,

I've still got a whole lot of stuff hanging over my head.

I'm not sure I can face folk round here.

Great. So you just run out on us?

Oh, make your mind up, eh?

You said you never wanted to see my face again!

-I didn't know the full story.

-And you still don't.

I started out yesterday determined to prove my innocence,

but even now with the charges dropped,

I don't feel any less guilty.

Yeah, well, sometimes the punishment is staying put.

Living with what you've done.

But then we already know that, don't we?

Yeah.

Thanks for letting me in. But I'd better go.

I'm your new temp.

Really? Do you know how to...?

I did Commerce at college, Eileen.

A local councillor can always lobby the Housing Committee

in a council desperate to cut costs.

And why would a local councillor want to do that?

For the appropriate consultancy fee, of course.

You're saying you'd want Raymond's time with Stuart supervised?

You fear for his safety?

I do.

Are you suggesting that I'm a danger to my own son?

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