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Have you any idea how humiliating this already is?

And now I'm supposed to go into court

and answer questions about what he did, what I did.

Ms Hassoun will realise pretty quickly that she's only hurting herself.

And the only way to avoid being painted a common prostitute

is to drop all charges.

I'm saying how it might look to other people.

No.

No, you're talking about you.

You think I could be making this up?

How long before they do get a name?

How long before the Edinburgh papers find out about it too?

Everyone will see. You said you were fixing it.

Do you think I want this any more than you?

What are we going to do now?

He forced me, held me down. I'm not the liar.

-That wasn't him.

-Who was it, then?

OK, if she's busy, she's busy but could you get her to call me?

Preferably this morning. Thank you.

Alex!

Buzz me in, eh?

Where's your keys?

I don't know. Somewhere.

I've been trying to book a sit-down with your lawyer.

When Paul Malick said she was the best that money could buy,

he was talking about a lot of money.

Do we need to start running up a bill so soon?

I mean, the trial's not even set yet.

I want us to be prepared when it is.

Paul says this QC's the best of the best, so...

I'll pay you back, you know. Every penny.

What are you doing back so early anyway?

You've been going on about being stuck inside all week.

I picked up my suit. Not much else to do.

-Jamie?

-I got a call.

A journalist.

They know it's you who's been charged?

Yeah. Looks like.

I thought it'd be OK until the trial.

Not OK but, you know, private.

Privacy's out the window.

PHONE RINGS

Hey... Do you recognise this number?

-No.

-Then don't answer it.

How is she?

She hardly ate, she hardly spoke... I don't know.

I need to go out and do some food shopping this afternoon.

Are you going to be around?

I've hardly got a hectic social life at the moment.

I know. I just don't want to leave her on her own.

It's fine.

An awful lot of whispering in this house recently.

We just want the baby to sleep. Did she wake you in the night?

No.

That three o'clock feed's a nightmare.

I got something from the doctor. I didn't hear a thing.

I didn't realise you were on medication.

I'm not "on medication".

It's just a sleeping pill, until this thing is over.

Of course. I didn't mean....

I was going to make tea. Do you want one?

Are you ever going back to work?

I'm just here to help Nic out.

Nic seems fine.

I'm fine.

Actually, I'm starting back part-time next week.

No rush, then.

No rush. How about that tea, then?

Yeah. Why not?

Look at this.

Texts from her.

Bit cheeky, bit flirty, even the ones that don't have kisses.

Yeah, we'll show them to the QC.

And...she hasn't even unfriended me. I mean, come on.

You should probably close that account.

Why?

So you don't see your selfies all over the papers.

Yeah. I hadn't thought of that.

Obviously, I'm doing the thinking for the both of us.

Go on, then, close it, delete it, whatever you have to do.

OK, OK.

That's weird.

What is?

Zinnie hasn't unfriended me, but Rachel and Hannah from the bar have.

Yeah, well.

"Yeah, well"?

The police have contacted them. They know you've been charged.

So they just think... I mean, they automatically assume...

For the time being, people are going to keep their distance.

They're supposed to be my friends, you know?

I'll speak to them. They'll understand...

Bad idea.

In fact, I think you going anywhere near the club is a bad idea.

-It's the reopening...

-All the more reason.

-You can't shut us out.

-It's for your own good - if the staff are off with you,

cameras in your face...

Then I'll deal with it.

I'm taking that decision out of your hands.

Just in case it's bad for business.

Do you think it's going to be good for business?

You need to grow up.

Just let me stay in the office. I'll stay out of sight.

And do what?

Someone's got to keep an eye on the books.

Let me do something.

Please.

We'll see in a few days...

Thanks.

But out of hours, when no-one else is around.

You're acting like I... I did it.

I'm innocent, Alex.

It doesn't matter.

-Oh, for...

-Not until the trial is finished. Until then...

Guilty till proven innocent.

It's just the way it is.

-Hi.

-Hiya.

What time is it?

Relax, doll. It's your day off.

Aye, I know it's my day off. But I need to go see Mark.

I forgot about that.

I hope he's all right, man.

He's in the best possible place.

Aye. S'pose.

So is it just going to be you and him or you, him

and a counsellor or what?

I don't know.

It's a shame you cannae come.

I couldn't leave the pub. Next time, eh?

There might not be a next time.

What do you mean?

He's not going to be in rehab for ever, is he?

Here's your change.

Sorry about your wait. It's a bit hectic in here the day. Cheers.

Stevie, usual, pal, and one for Raymond.

-He'll be here in a minute.

-No bother.

Are you short-staffed today?

Aye, wee Graham's running late.

-Maybe you shouldn't have gave Scarlett the bullet, eh?

-Who rattled your cage?

Och, sorry, Jimmy, two seconds. I need to change the barrel.

-I only want a packet of crisps.

-Big man, you're not going to starve, are you? Two minutes.

He wants to watch how he's talkin' to his customers.

Aye, well, Scarlett wasn't exactly a ray of sunshine behind the bar, was she?

Now, Raymond, he knew how to run a pub.

PHONE RINGS

Talk of the devil.

Hiya.

Slow down.

What's the problem?

Uh-huh.

Ah, right.

-I'll be right over.

-Is everything all right?

Aye, but that's me and Raymond's afternoon session kicked into touch.

Sorry about that... Where's Jimmy gone?

I don't know. Maybe he wasn't very happy with the service in here.

Now can I get a packet of salt and vinegar, please?

-Hiya.

-Hiya, pal.

if you're looking for the big man, he's in there.

No, no, I was just going to see if Stella was around.

I thought she might want to reschedule her appointment.

She's away to see...

What appointment?

She was meant to be in this morning but she never showed up.

Is she OK?

Aye, she's fine. She just had to be somewhere, that's all.

Listen, there's nothing to worry about. She can always reschedule.

-I'll tell her that, Tattie.

-See you later.

-See you later, pal.

PHONE RINGS

DOOR BUZZER SOUNDS

PHONE STILL RINGING

BUZZER SOUNDS AGAIN

What? What? What do you want?

'I've got a package for you.'

Oh. Sorry, pal. Does it just need signing for?

Aye.

I'll just be down in a minute.

You know, in some ways we're very fortunate.

How, exactly?

We might've been sitting right here when it came down.

Or wee Stuart could've been round here...

Yes. Small mercies, then, eh?

This is going to be a big job.

Hm.

The bathroom ceiling doesn't look too clever either.

It feels pretty damp underneath here too.

I hope the water hasn't got in among the wiring.

I'm not flicking any switches to find out.

Jimmy's going to come through that ceiling any minute.

I think we should wait outside.

Right, come on. We'll get your coats.

-My dad's not liable for this, you know.

-I never said he was.

Malcolm could've been seriously hurt.

Ach, I was nowhere near...near it.

I'll fix it, of course.

Raymond, there's a pinhole leak under the bath.

Must've been going for weeks.

Weeks! What kind of landlord are you?

The flat's been lying empty! I've not had a viewing since before Christmas.

-Have you put the water off?

-Of course I did.

Bathroom ceiling, kitchen light fitting, hall cupboard - all gubbed.

This just gets better(!)

I can fix the leak - it's the drying out that's the problem.

Yeah, it's not THE problem though is it - it's YOUR problem.

What are we going to do with no electric?

It's all right, Dad, you can come and stay with me.

For how long?

Just for a day or two. Nothing to worry about.

PHONE RINGS

"HOMES UNDER THE HAMMER" ON TV

Grace'll be due another feed soon.

Let me do it. Please?

That'll be great. Thanks.

DOORBELL RINGS

I'm sure the police would've called first

if they'd had anything to report.

It's you.

Were you expecting someone?

No, no, not at all.

What are you after, Uncle Gabe?

"Uncle" Gabe? What are you after?

Nothing.

Actually, I'm needing a favour.

There's all sorts of repairs needed at Liz and Malcolm's

and I need somewhere to crash.

-Here?

-Well, not unless you know of a decent squat.

I don't know.

The boys' room, is that not going spare?

It's full of Grace's stuff...

You don't want to sleep next to her changing table, believe me.

Well, I'm sure I can cope for a couple of days.

-Well...

-It's fine. You should stay.

Right, then, you'd better get your things.

Right, OK. I'm glad that's sorted. I'll see you later.

What do you fancy, Dad?

There's plenty of food in the house.

I know, but we don't know when you'll be able to go back.

And you need to eat before you take your medication.

Aye, all right. Well, I'll, er... I'll risk the soupe du jour.

Och, I'll just have the same.

Although it's never been as good since Gina left.

No, but then we all have to make sacrifices.

How bad is it?

Well, it's not good. The leak's got into all the light fittings.

So we're looking at rewiring at least.

How long?

Well, the kitchen ceiling needs plastered, the bedroom too...

Raymond, how long?

-A week at least.

-A week at most!

I'll see what I can do.

Right, well, you can start by ordering a couple of soups.

And I'll break the news to my new house guests.

Americano, please. I'll be sat by the window.

SHE WHISPERS

(Yes, you are. Yes, you are.)

(Ssh-ssh-ssh...)

You're so good with her.

It's the other way round, I think. She's adorable.

I'm not sure Nic feels that way.

Oh, really? I thought she was doing much better.

She is, she is. I meant more the broken sleep and all that.

Do you think maybe she's... trying a bit harder cos of...

..cos of me?

Erm...

I know she wants to help in any way she can.

Zinnie, we both do.

Are you going to be...all right with Gabriel staying here?

Yeah.

It means we won't be able to talk that much...about what happened.

We don't talk that much anyway.

No.

No, I suppose not.

(Hey...)

(Hey, baby girl. You're OK.)

Aye, well, I'm supposed to be on tonight...

Well, I don't know yet.

Well, if you need a driver, who am I to say no?

FOOTSTEPS

Well, I'll call and confirm later. OK. Thanks. Bye.

Look, Liz, just leave that. That's what I'm here for.

Thank you, Gabriel.

Jeez. Are you sure you've got enough in there?

Well, it's not just a matter of a few clothes, you know.

Malcolm...needs his own things about him, you know.

Och, it's just such an upheaval!

Hey. It's going to be OK. Right? Come on.

Right. Gabriel's taken our case upstairs.

I'm surprised it wasn't a two-man job. So have you got everything?

Medicines, toothbrushes, pillows, slippers...

I do HAVE bedding, Liz.

Oh, I'm sure, but er... pillows are very important.

Oh, aye. Bradley Wiggins takes his own with him on the Tour de France.

-Bradley Wiggins?

-Oh, aye. It's a well-known fact.

It must be a real pain keeping them on his bike.

Pillows are vital to getting a good night's sleep in a strange environment.

And does my flat count as a strange environment?

For us, yes.

Right, maybe we should er...make a move.

The place is bit of a mess.

I've got a meeting to go to, and then I'll go and get Stuart.

Och, are we supposed to sit in here all afternoon?

Well, I wanted to tidy up but I didn't have a chance this morning.

Och, Eileen...!

We'll take you as we find you.

Right, OK, OK.

Make yourselves at home.

-Thanks. Right. Come on then, Malcolm.

-Aye...

Oh. No, no, no. Allow me.

-Thanks, young man!

-No problem.

Come on, come on, I've got a meeting to go to.

Oh...!

It's lovely to see that chivalry's not dead.

Me? Perfect gentleman.

Well, son, it's a pity there's no' mair folk like you.

Right, so why don't you just sit here, and...do your crossword?

Aye. Good idea.

The devil makes work for idle hands, so they say.

Oh, a pen. I need a pen.

Oh, right, I'll find you one.

There's half a dozen in the bureau.

In OUR bureau, yes, but we're not at home today, are we?

Oh, I'm sorry. I just...forget what I'm saying sometimes, you know.

OK, you have a sit down, I'll find a pen for you.

Oh. All done?

And dusted, madam.

Aww. You've been such a help, Gabriel, thank you.

Ach... Any time. Here, take that.

Oh. Thank you.

There we go.

Yes, we'll er...we'll soon get settled in.

Oh, here, I haven't even thought to ask where YOU'RE going to stay, Gabriel.

I'm sorted. Leyla's putting me up.

You'll get no peace with those two young boys.

Right, OK. Well, I'll leave you to it.

-You know where I am if you need me.

-Thanks.

Zinnie...

Need a wee hand?

Will you think I'm feeble if I say yes?

No. Not at all.

There we go.

-So is this you helping out again?

-Mm-hm.

How come you're on baby-sitting duties so much?

I just felt like a wee walk.

-Is this all your stuff for moving in?

-Yep.

I won't be there long, and you won't even know that I'm there.

Remember, I've lived with Conor and Adeeb.

Well, I'm definitely less trouble than them two.

Cheers, pal.

Yes, pal.

All right? I'll have the same as him. And a whisky while I'm waiting.

One of those days?

One of those lives.

-You, er...having a drink?

-No, no, I'm fine.

Cheers.

-You're the manager?

-Aye.

Just er...stick the change in the tips jar.

-Got to make the staff happy, eh?

-Aye, tell me about it. Cheers!

No, that's fine.

Thanks for letting me know.

Thank you. Bye.

They've set a date for the trial. 11th of next month.

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

I don't know. I don't know if it's...too far away or too soon.

Seems like ages of not knowing.

Have the cops been all right with you?

Yeah. Yeah, they have.

DCI Donald'll have everything in place.

His team will make sure you feel ready.

I don't think I'll ever feel ready.

Right. That's me all stowed away.

Good, good.

Listen, Zinnie, I'm working later tonight. Just let me know if you're wanting picked up.

Sorry?

From the club. What time do you finish - 3:00, 3:30?

I'm not...

Gabriel, Zinnie's not working at Slate any more.

Since when?

Oh, a...week or so.

-D'you think you might ever stick a job for more than five minutes?

-Gabriel!

Well, come on. I mean, there's the shop, the pub, and now the club - am I the only one seeing a pattern?

-I'll go.

-What...?

You weren't to know.

Exactly. Want to tell me what's going on?

I will do. Just... not this second, OK?

PHONE RINGS

Aye, that's brilliant, Stella.

No, you should spend a bit of time with him.

How is the wee man anyway, is he good?

Aye.

Right, listen, doll, I'd better go. Right, see you later.

Love you, bye.

You going to have that drink now?

You sort of look like you could do with one.

Just saying.

Do you know what? I'm on my break. I'll take a half.

I'll have the same. I didn't come here to get drunk.

Aye. Enjoy your beverage responsibly, eh?

Do you, er...fancy a quick game of pool?

Since it's your break, I mean.

-Aye. Set them up, I'll bring the beer over.

-Right.

-Cheers, mate.

-Cool.

Oh, you...

I'm glad we're not playing for money.

Me too. No gambling on licensed premises but.

Look...I've got a bit of a confession.

What? You're from The Good Pub Guide and I'm not in it(?)

No, no, no, I reckon this is a nice wee pub, actually.

But I didn't just... nip in for a drink.

Or a humiliating defeat.

What DID you come in for?

There's a...girl who works here - well, used to work here.

-What girl?

-Her name's Zinnie.

Oh, aye!

-She was a barmaid here, right?

-Mm-hm.

The thing is er...this mate of mine, my mate, he's... sort of being seeing her.

-HE LAUGHS

-Is that right?

I don't know, I'm sort of getting bad vibes off her.

-You are, or your pal?

-I am.

Getting the impression she's, like...not to be trusted.

Well...between me and you and that corner pocket over there,

mate, she was a nightmare when she was here.

-Seriously?

-Aye. She even got the polis to me.

-You're kidding me?

-No. So no, she's not to be trusted.

Thanks, man. Seriously, you've made my day.

I can't tell you how much better this makes me feel!

Well, I'm glad to be of service.

Oh, no, I mean...

Look, I didn't mean... Sorry it's a bad time for you.

It's all right, I've had worse.

Ahhh!

Nice one...bar manager guy.

-Stevie.

-Jamie. Pleasure to meet you, pal.

So is she OK? Well, I mean, not OK...

Under the circumstances. The police seem to think they've got a case.

DCI Donald's in charge of the investigation.

In the end, it'll come down to who the jury believes.

Well, surely they're going to believe Zinnie.

-It's not like she'd make something like this up.

-No.

So it was her boss? The guy.

Yeah.

And that's where it happened - in the club?

It was on Hogmanay.

Look, Zinnie, sweetheart...

I'm sorry.

I don't know what to say.

Please just don't say anything.

OK. I'm sorry.

-And stop apologising. God, Gabriel!

-Sor...

I mean...OK.

OK.

Look, you're strong, you know. Stronger than you think.

You'll get through this.

And you'll put that animal away.

Yeah.

Yeah, I will.

Cheers, pal. Thank you.

Right, what you having?

-Is it a pain for you to do me a coffee?

-No.

I'll have one, then - no milk and no sugar.

You've got a tricky conversation coming up, eh? With your pal.

Yeah. Yeah, right.

Erm, in fact, have you got any change for the payphone?

Aye, but I'm no' sure if it's still even working.

I cannae mind the last time somebody used it.

My phone's just died on me, so...

So a black coffee and change for the phone -

it's like I'm running a pub in the '80s, man.

Two seconds, Jimmy.

TV ON

PHONE RINGS

I'll get it.

Hello?

Hello...?

TV OFF

Nobody there.

-You don't think that he might...

-No, no. It'll be a cold caller

or one of those automated dialling thingies -

-"You are entitled to blah blah blah." I hate those things.

-No, it wasn't a machine.

There was definitely somebody there.

Um... It might have been a journalist.

What...? Why would a journalist...?

Does...? Am I mentioned?

No, they don't say your name.

Hey.

Conversation went that well, did it?

You know something, I was mad to think I could fix this

-just by turning up here.

-You gave it a go.

-Sort of.

-Can't do any more than that.

Right, 3.20, please, pal.

Just...keep the change.

-Wasn't that much of a chat, then, was it?

-No.

Face to face would be better, but you know how it is.

There's no talking to some people.

Want a look at the paper, pal?

There's a shop across the road. They've got hunners of them.

What's the matter with him?

What's it to me?

A word of warning, young man.

They can get awful funny in here if you read before buying.

Especially that yin. Like the Gestapo in a tabard.

Yes, my friend is just making his selection! One moment!

(I'm telling you - Gestapo.)

I'll just leave the money on the counter for you, OK? Thank you.

Shop!

I didn't know whether to show you it or not.

No, you did the right thing.

This is it.

This is the start of it.

They really don't mention you. I checked it.

People know that I worked with him. They're going to ask questions.

What was he like with me? Did he ever try anything?

-It's possible, but...

-What am I meant to say?

What am I even allowed to say?

If I have to talk about it, is it going to mess up the court case?

Zinnie, I don't know. But I think the safest thing

-is just to say not say anything until the trial.

-That makes sense.

It's going to come out, though.

-Everything... Everyone is going to know.

-Zinnie, listen...

-I don't want to listen, OK, Gabriel?

-Sorry.

Just give me a second.

I don't believe it.

-Zinnie?

-What is it?

It's him.

Right!

Gabriel!

Pal! You!

What do you think you're playing at?

Stop there. I want a word with you.

-You stay where you are.

-Mate, I'm going, I'm going.

-Look, I just wanted to talk to Zinnie.

-Zinnie? Eh?

Gabriel, stop! Gabriel!

-Scumbag!

-Enough, Gabriel, enough.

-No, it's not enough, not for him.

-You scumbag!

-Get back inside.

Just get out of here, all right?

-And don't come back.

-Inside now.

Jamie?

Jamie, are you here?

Answer your phone!

Jamie?

Jamie!

I'm Stella. I work for your brother.

Are you OK?

Yeah...

Can you hear me?

Somebody want to phone an ambulance please!

You're all right, pal, just stay where you are!

Right, I think that's cold enough.

-It's fine.

-Just take it, Gabriel.

-Did anyone see you?

-No-one I recognised.

It's going to happen, though, isn't it? Two and two together.

I can't believe you.

-What was I supposed to do? Just stand there...

-No, of course not,

cos you're a Brodie man.

So you have to wade in there first chance you get.

Just like my dad.

Look how that turned out, Gabriel.

Look, Zinnie, I'm sorry.

I don't even know if I can call the police now.

-Of course you can.

-What if he gets in trouble?

I'll take whatever's coming, all right?

You need to tell them that he was here.

Do you want me to call them?

No. I'll do it.

Where is he?

They've just taken him down for an X-ray.

But he's regained consciousness?

He came round in the ambulance.

But he's still kind of a bit out of it.

-Did you go with him in the ambulance?

-Aye.

Thanks, Stella. I really, really appreciate it.

Anybody would have done the same.

Well, I'm not sure about that.

Aye, they would.

Look, tell me properly, what exactly happened?

I came out of the subway and I saw him

and I knew he wasn't right, because he could hardly stand.

Then he just collapsed,

and I went to help him.

Right, what subway?

Shieldinch.

Was he coming to see you?

No, not me, no.

Look, I'll take it from here.

Let me give you my taxi account number.

-Alex, I can just get the subway.

-Just take it.

Sorry. Seriously, thank you.

No bother.

Just down there to the right.

-Cheers.

-See you.

Private room, eh?

Did you have to pull any strings?

Looks like you got lucky.

Makes a change.

Aye.

Who did it?

Some guy.

Jamie...

Gabriel, I think he's called. Tall fella.

I don't know if he's Zinnie's new boyfriend or what.

Looks a bit old for her, though.

Gabriel Brodie. He's an in-law or something.

He works for Lenny Murdoch.

He's a cabbie.

Right.

How come you know all this?

I checked Zinnie out, obviously.

-I asked around, I got other folk to ask around. Discreetly.

-OK.

I didn't just wander into the middle of her neighbourhood.

I said OK. I get it.

I just thought if I could talk to her, I could make her see sense.

Do you see what I mean?

Aye, but from now on, we leave it to the professionals.

Deal?

Deal.

OK, then. I'm going to phone Paul.

Would you prefer to speak somewhere more private?

There are no secrets here.

Ah, yeah.

I was hoping we might get an extra day or two before the story broke,

but the McAllisters are a big name round here -

always going to be news.

OK, take your time, just tell me what happened.

There's not really a lot to tell.

I just looked out of the window and there he was.

-Did he approach the house?

-No.

Did he attempt to speak to you?

Well...no.

What's that got to do with anything? He was outside our house.

Well, no, he was some distance away, apparently.

Yeah, staring over at us!

I'm just trying to establish

whether or not he broke the conditions of his bail.

-He didn't get a chance.

-Sorry?

-I went out and I...

-You confronted him?

Well, I sent him packing, aye.

I really wish you hadn't done that.

Yeah. We all do.

OK, look, if it happens again...

Oh, God, you don't think he's going to come back?

No, no, I'll be paying Jamie McAllister a wee visit

and strongly advising him to steer well clear of this area.

But if he neglects to take that advice

and turns up on your doorstep, what are you going to do?

-Call you.

-Correct.

Look, cases like this are notoriously difficult, Zinnie.

If we want to win, we need to do everything by the book.

Everything.

CHATTER

-Hi.

-I thought you'd well be back by now.

-I know, but I was coming out of the sub...

-I'm not trying to run your life

but you missed your appointment this morning with Tattie.

I totally forgot.

It's no good running off to see Mark

if you don't look after yourself, doll.

I'll rearrange it, all right?

Have you been with him all this time?

No, that's what I'm trying to say to you - I'd have been here earlier,

-but I came out the underground and...

-Nice folk you work for!

-Sorry?

-I don't know how you can take the money.

What are you talking about?

She's talking about rape. Your boss's brother.

He's been charged.

-What?

-It's all in the paper.

He'll spend a fortune to get him off, of course.

Mind you, he's got a fortune to spend.

Whatever happened to being innocent until proven guilty?

I will not be setting foot in the Oyster again,

I'll tell you that much.

Well, find somewhere else to make a coffee last three hours, then.

I was just with him. Both of them.

Who?

Alex and his brother, at the hospital.

Hold on, hold on, what hospital?

I was coming out the underground and I saw his brother.

He'd been battered and he passed out right in front of me.

I was the one that went in the ambulance with him. My God!

-I know.

-Did they say anything about...?

Well, what are they going to say?

Did he say who did it? This...James guy?

He's called Jamie, and no, he didn't say anything.

Jamie? Let me see.

Do you mind giving us a hand back here for a minute?

You're no' exactly snowed under...

It'll get busier. Come here.

OK.

-What's going on?

-We're leaving.

What did the doctor say?

Just a couple of bruised ribs, minor concussion.

They make you stay in for that - observation, at least.

Otherwise known as keeping an eye on me, and you can do that, can't you?

-You've signed yourself out?

-Mmm.

The nurses were giving me funny looks.

News travels fast.

You can't let that stop you getting medical attention.

I feel OK now, and...

What's he doing here?

I called him.

-Paul's advice.

-Brilliant.

It's called managing the situation. You are the victim here.

-Evening, gentlemen.

-Chief Inspector.

You look in a terrible state.

It's not safe to walk the streets these days.

Is that right? Which streets in particular?

My brother was visiting one of my businesses, at my request.

As he was leaving, he was jumped

in an entirely unprovoked attack by a Gabriel Brodie.

-Is that so?

-Yes.

I'd like to hear it from him.

Go ahead, Jamie, there's nothing to fear.

It's true, like he said.

Gabriel Brodie.

So, the question remains, Chief Inspector -

what are you going to do about it?

So what does he look like exactly, this Jamie?

Early 20s. Your height. Maybe a bit taller.

Blue hoodie with a khaki jacket over it?

Aye, how did you know?

He was in here all afternoon. I was playing pool with him.

-No way.

-Seriously.

You better keep that to yourself

if there's more people like Molly about.

He was asking about Zinnie.

-Zinnie?

-Mm-hm.

-What, do you think it's her?

-It's looking that way, isn't it?

-Usual, Gabe?

-Aye.

PHONE RINGS

-Here you go.

-Ta.

Absolutely dreadful to contemplate.

The trial's going to begin 11th of February.

-It's shameful.

-That's why we should boycott the Oyster.

I think that's an excellent idea.

I don't want to be contributing to a rapist's defence fund.

Gabriel, this might not mean anything to you,

but just in case it does...

Come on, spit it out.

Jamie McAllister, the guy that's in the papers?

-Yeah?

-He was in here this afternoon.

Right.

He was asking questions about Zinnie.

-Was he now?

-Mm-hm.

What sort of questions?

I dunno, I suppose he was just trying to dig up dirt on her.

And did you hand him a shovel?

Gabriel Brodie?

All right, all right.

What's he done now?

We don't know Gabriel's done anything, do we?

-Mr Brodie.

-Detective Chief Inspector.

It seems you and I have a different understanding

of what it means to send someone packing.

See, to my mind that suggests a stern talking to, a flea in the ear.

Not concussion and a fractured cheekbone.

McAllister deserved all that, and a whole lot more.

If he's found guilty, the courts will decide his punishment.

What do you mean, if?

-If.

-You think Zinnie's lying?

-Don't put words in my mouth.

-Well, say some of your own, then.

We have built a case strong enough to put in front of a jury,

and it is not being helped by you administering beatings.

The last thing I need is for this to look like some family feud.

What do you mean, family feud? I'd never heard of the guy till today.

You'd certainly heard of his uncle. You definitely knew his cousin.

I don't get you.

Billy and Sean Kennedy.

-Did you really not know that?

-No.

But it all makes more sense.

We both know how they like to treat their women.

They're animals.

And McAllister's another one.

That's for the courts to decide. Not you.

Do I make myself clear?

Hey, whether I charge you or release you depends entirely

on your answer to that question. So, do I make myself clear?

-Aye, you do.

-Good.

He was asking about her, you know. In the pub.

Where are you going?

I'm just going to nip out to the club for an hour.

-Show them who's boss?

-I don't want them thinking we're hiding.

Yeah. Just me.

-Jamie.

-Alex...

I'm, eh...

I'm scared.

I mean, if it's like this on the outside,

-what's it going to be like inside jail?

-You're not going to jail.

What if I do?

Are they going to put me in with a load of perverts and paedophiles?

You're not going to jail.

I mean, rape...

I didn't jump out from an alley-way!

No. I didn't hold a knife to her throat. No, no, no.

Why is this happening to me?

BUZZER SOUNDS

Come on up.

It's the police.

What do they want now?

You tell me.

I've had enough nasty surprises to last me a lifetime.

I swear I don't know.

KNOCK AT THE DOOR

It's open.

Ah, DCI Donald.

What's it been? Minutes?

I'm no happier to see you than you are me, Mr McAllister.

Then why are you here?

I want to know what Jamie was doing in Shieldinch.

In his own words, please.

It's like we said. I went to check out the cafe Alex owns.

So you weren't in the Tall Ship pub

questioning Ms Hassoun's neighbours and friends?

Trying to gather negative information?

Right, you have both now been in Shieldinch

contacting or attempting to contact Ms Hassoun.

It's beginning to look like a coordinated campaign

of intimidation against a witness,

and I'm going to make sure it's mentioned in court as such.

-What does he mean, both?

-Later.

-Alex...

-I said later.

OK, well, maybe not quite a co-ordinated campaign.

But intimidation nonetheless.

BABY GURGLES

You look like you could do that with your eyes closed.

NICOLE YAWNS

I think I probably have a few times.

Do you want me to do the 3am feed?

No, don't be daft.

I want to. I'm not going to take my sleeping pill tonight.

Are you sure that's a good idea?

Yeah. I just want to get control of my life.

I lost it when, um...

when it happened. So I just want to get it back.

You will.

You're being really strong.

I don't feel strong, Nic. I feel really scared.

Yeah, but you're not letting that stop you, are you?

Zinnie, you're doing the right thing.

Oh, God, I hope so.

TV SWITCHES OFF

So what are you going to say to your boss in the morning, then?

"Morning, boss."

There's folk talking about a boycott.

I'm not getting involved.

If it turns out it is Zinnie...?

If, if, if.

If it's Zinnie, if he done it, if he goes to jail.

There's nothing we can do.

-Aye, you're right.

-I know.

Hey, let's go to bed.

Are you sure?

Positive.

Do you not need to talk to Tattie?

I know my own body. I'll be fine.

You think we should try again?

We weren't exactly trying before, were we?

Well, no, but...

I really don't want to think about any of that

until I know that Mark's sorted.

That could take a long time.

We've got time.

I'm not going anywhere. Are you?

No.

Right, then - bedtime.

I've missed you.

Me too.

Well? Come on, then, spill.

What did he mean, you went to see her?

-I went to see her.

-Why? For what?

I thought I could buy her off.

Oh, my God, you think I did it.

-You really do.

-Of course I don't.

I wanted to put a stop to it before it got out of hand.

It's too late for that now, obviously.

Now it's court.

Yeah, and how's that going to look

when it comes out in court that you offered her money?

She's a prostitute, Jamie.

Money is what they respond to.

Usually.

What are you saying? I don't understand.

She sells herself for cash.

Escort, prostitute, use whatever word you like

but that is what she is.

I don't understand. How do you...?

You...and her?

Just think what our legal rottweiler will make of that.

Someone will have serious credibility issues.

-Why didn't you tell me this before?

-I don't know.

You should have told me. Oh, my God!

I didn't think I needed to, OK?

I was embarrassed.

I AM embarrassed.

I just thought the whole thing was so ridiculous,

-it'd go away on its own.

-And now?

And now you're in the papers.

Now you're getting attacked in the street.

This whole thing could be a way to get back at you.

I know.

She could have set out to trap me.

You need to calm down. Get some sleep.

Tomorrow we'll go to your lawyer, together,

and we'll tell her everything.

I'm not going to take any more chances, Jamie.

We are going to destroy her like the liar she is.

Hey, you!

-You forgot your cake.

-Cheers, doll.

All part of the service.

I thought you'd never be ready.

I don't think I am.

Zinnie, you look great. We're going out. Now come on.

-Morning, guys.

-Hiya.

-Morning.

Do you think they seemed a bit weird?

Not at all. Let's go.

Here.

OK, then. Rottweiler time.

-Isn't Billy due back?

-He was, aye.

Where is he, then?

Right now, checking in at Liverpool Airport for a flight to Spain.

Might there be a room going?

Who are you thinking of sending over?

A friend of mine from the hospital might be looking for a place.

We discussed a few different options. One of which was adoption.

-Nic?

-Are you not at all curious as to how your husband makes his money?

I don't pry into his business.

You know more than you're letting on. Question is, how much?

It's important you find something to get into, and this could be it.

But it'd be three weeks away.

Which will give us both some thinking time.

And that's what we need?

Can't do any harm.