29/04/2014 River City

We can't all just run away for ever.

What else can we do?

We have to get it sorted.

I lied so we could be free of him.

You lied so I would do your husband in.

Why choose to forget all he's done and go with a woman like her?

Maybe because I loved her!

I didn't let her go, Gabriel.

You did.

If you could put our family at risk gain,

then you're not someone I know any more.

PARTY MUSIC PLAYS

# If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life

# Never make a pretty woman your wife

# So, from my personal point of view

# Get an ugly girl to marry you

# If you wanna be happy... #

MUSIC ECHOES AND BECOMES DISTORTED

'I couldnae kill anyone who wasn't going to kill me first.

'Have you ever told me the truth? About anything?

'I lied so we could be free of him.

'You lied so I would do your husband in.

'Gabriel, he's going to kill us.

'There's nothing to be sorry for.

'Let's just shut the rest of the world out for a while...

'enjoy just being together.

'I just need to be with you tonight.'

540 to Control.

540, roger. I've found a silver-coloured vehicle,

Papa November 56 Mike Victor Golf.

One male occupant.

Wha'?

Hey... Hey.

Can you blow into this, please?

Keep blowing.

I haven't done anything!

You were found in a car, senseless with alcohol,

evidence of drinking in the passenger seat...

Aye. And I was in the back seat.

So how did you get there?

Eh?

How did you and the car get there?

I drove there, then I had a drink.

What, four times over the limit?

So? I was in the back seat!

You've no right to keep me here.

Yeah, well, your complaint is duly noted, Mr Brodie.

I want out of here right now.

Look, you're going nowhere.

I know why you're doing this.

It's because I had a go at you lot, in't it?

Gabriel Brodie, you are charged that on the 29th of April 2014...

How many times? I was in the back seat!

Yeah. ..on the 29th April 2014 you were in charge of a motor vehicle

under the influence...

Please! I'm a taxi driver. How am I supposed to work?

Well, you should have thought about that before you opened the bottle.

..in charge of a motor vehicle on a road or any other public place

-under the influence of...

-You cannae prove that I was driving.

-..Road Traffic Act 1988 Section 4...

-You can't prove I was driving!

-It's a set-up.

-Look, we don't have to prove you were driving.

-You were in charge of the vehicle.

-Guilty until proven innocent, then?

Is that what it is?

Scum.

Care of 13 Montego Street? Are you there or not?

I'm kinda in-between places.

Listen, what have you done with the car?

It's been impounded. You can't drive it anyway. The ban is immediate.

You have to present your licence and identification

at the Sheriff's Court within the next two days.

I want out of here right now.

Why, have you got somewhere to be?

Yes. Actually...

it's the anniversary of my brother's murder.

Right? We're supposed to be visiting the grave.

I'm sorry.

I worked on Michael's case.

I was sorry to hear that he had died in prison.

No, no, he was killed in prison,

trying to save some kid in a fight.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, I'm sure you are. Can I go now?

Once we've completed the paperwork.

-So you're away to your work, are you?

-Yeah.

Just a minute.

-What's this?

-Hey!

-What's going on here?

-You tell me, Dad.

-Do you know anything about this?

No, no, I don't.

Excuse me. Excuse me, who's in charge here?

That's the gaffer over there.

-Can I have a wee word with him, then?

-Yes, no problem.

You need to find out about this.

-Nobody mentioned anything about this.

-Just leave this to me, Dad.

Aye, you can do it. You can do it.

Morning. You want to speak to the man in charge?

That's me. Alan Lindsay.

Councillor Eileen Donachie.

Councillor? I wasn't expecting a visit, but welcome.

No, no, no. No, I live here.

All right, I see.

So, what's going on? This land has only just gone up for sale.

-I hav'nae bought it.

-Oh, right. Right.

No, no, I'm leasing it from the new owners.

Going to use it as a storage yard and for my new offices.

So it HAS been sold?

The sale went through at last night's council meeting.

Ach, it's about time something was done with that place.

It's been an eyesore for years.

-The sale wasn't on last night's agenda!

-I wouldn't know about that.

I just got a phone call last night telling me to go ahead setting up.

So who HAS bought it?

That's not for me to say, but I'm sure you can find out, Councillor.

-Thank you, it's very helpful.

-Nice to meet you, Councillor Donachie.

-Dad...

-Did you know anything about this?

-No. Just give me a wee minute.

Hi. Kelly-Marie?

Who do we know that's in the Estates Department?

No, listen, that is great. Caitlin, thanks, you're a total star.

Right, bye.

Alex McAllister.

Both bits of land,

the building site and the site of the community centre.

What does Alex McAllister want it for?

Why didn't anybody know about this before the meeting?

Apparently there was an emergency addition to the agenda last night,

put forward by Councillor Frank Paton.

Well, nobody told me. This is outrageous!

Aye, but legal, apparently.

But nobody would have a chance to prepare an argument.

So what's McAllister going to do with the community centre?

Well, Caitlin didnae know for sure...

Frank Paton's behind this.

It's all part of his "great vision". I've seen the regeneration proposal.

It's all swanky new flats that nobody round here can afford,

and the community centre will be flattened.

Right, he wants a fight.

We need to let everybody know what's going on here...

Right, well, I'll put the word out on the street then.

I'll give the Enquirer a call.

And the new guy at the local radio station. I'll ring him.

We need to get everybody involved, all ages -

folk at the nursery, after-school care, kids' clubs, salsa classes.

We need to stress "community",

-because this will affect everybody.

-Absolutely.

We need to call a meeting tonight.

Tomorrow might be better. Get more people.

Paton and McAllister already have a day on us! Meeting's tonight.

-OK.

-OK, I'm going to look into some European planning law.

There must be some legislation we can use.

You get your pal to give us the information,

I don't know, plans, boundaries, certificates,

-just whatever they got last night at that meeting.

-Right, I will do.

Hello. It's me again.

PHONE RINGS

-This is a bit of a leap into the unknown, isn't it?

-Sorry?

Well, you run bars, and then suddenly you're a property developer?

I've renovated a few places in my time. It's a natural progression.

-Really?

-I've been waiting on the right project.

And Frank Paton just had exactly what you were looking for?

It's a great opportunity to regenerate the area.

The sale slipped through last night's meeting pretty easily, eh?

No. It hurt. I had to make a very generous offer

on condition that I got a prompt response.

You and Frank Paton put the pressure on?

I'm sure everyone at the meeting knew they were getting a good deal.

So what's your plans for the site?

-Nothing fixed.

-You don't spend all that money without having some idea.

The rumour is it's new flats.

I've seen the drawings in Frank's office.

I can't discuss it till I've firmed up proposals,

ready for the application.

The planning permission will be a lot harder to ease through.

Of course, and so it should be.

Eileen, my aim is to revitalise the area, not destroy it.

And it's just a bonus if you make a million.

Well, get ready. This community centre is just that.

It's the centre of our community,

and we're not giving it up without a fight.

I wouldn't expect anything less.

Trouble?

Nothing I can't handle.

Thanks.

Did you get to Mandy's funeral?

Nah.

Her family didnae want anybody there from the Billy Kennedy years.

It must be hard for you, not being able to process the grief.

-I could recommend a counsellor.

-No, wait a minute!

First you jail me,

now what's this? What, are you offering me victim support, aye?

You think if you'd done something else Mandy would still be here?

It's not your fault.

No, I know.

I know it's not my fault.

There was nothing anyone could have done. It was...

an accumulation of events that led to a tragic accident.

What did you just say? What is that? What, cop speak?

What, "an accumulation of events that led to a tragic accident"?!

No!

No, it was an innocent woman being gunned down in the street. Right?

Yeah, well...

-The drink won't help.

-Aye, well...

Listen, thanks for the lift, right?

And the wee impromptu therapy session.

You're a miracle worker.

You've done me the world of good.

-Hiya!

-How yous doing, darlin'?

Listen, I wonder if you could do me a wee favour.

-Mm-hm.

-I'm looking for a toy for my wee young niece.

-Just wondering if you've got anything.

-Mm-hm. What about them?

Well, that is absolutely perfect.

Perfect.

A wee dinosaur, eh?

Herro!

That's brilliant. I'll take that off you, thank you.

Can I also take a wee half-bottle of vodka off you, please?

Thanks.

All right, doll?

It's for wee Gracie. Where is she?

Gabriel, where have you been?

I'm here to see Gracie. Where's my wee baby?

It's your Uncle Gabriel!

Darlin', where are you?

-Where are they?

-Gabriel, everyone's been looking for you.

I bet she's taking a kip.

What?!

Hiya, Nic!

Nic's back in Aberdeen.

What?

Have you not picked up any of your voice mails?

I lost my phone.

Brilliant(!)

Wait a minute here. What do you mean, Nic's gone?

We agreed to meet here at eleven o'clock on the dot!

Yes.

So what are you going changing times for and no' telling me?

We haven't changed a thing!

We met as agreed, at eleven, on Monday morning.

Today's Tuesday, Gabriel.

She waited for you for hours, Gabriel,

ended up getting the last train back up to Aberdeen, with a baby!

I mean, where were you?

You don't have any idea, do you?

Look, I'll phone her, all right? I'll make it up to her.

How? How will you do that?

I don't know. Look, I made a mistake, right?

But I don't need any lectures frae you.

How many times did Nic have to deal with YOUR crap?

Yeah, thanks for the reminder(!) But we've sorted it.

We've both moved on.

God, Gabriel, you can't do this.

Take a leaf out of your 18-year-old niece's book.

She's starting to rebuild her life.

Aye, we'll see how long that lasts.

Sorry.

I don't even know who you are any more.

This whole thing with Mandy Kennedy...

LEYLA SIGHS

Look, Leyla, I need a favour.

I know you don't want me here. But it's just until I get myself sorted.

You can't stay here, Gabriel.

Just a couple of days, tops.

I'm sorry.

What's this?

Nic and Conor want to sell the house.

It's already been put on the market.

The estate agent's got viewings scheduled.

What do you mean, sell the house?

Nic wants to buy somewhere up in Aberdeen for her and Grace.

It's the right thing for her. She's settled in so well up there,

got in with a lovely bunch of kids.

But what about you? Where are you going to stay?

Adeeb's looking at uni next year. I need to be there for him.

I'm moving back down south, Gabriel.

Right. Good for you.

I'll get out of your road, let you get on with it.

SHE SIGHS DEEPLY

Hey.

In the name of the wee man, Gabriel!

Was there nae soap and water where you've been?

Sh, listen to me.

What's happened?

Never mind, Molly, all right? Just listen to me. Right?

You have not seen me, right? I was not here.

Why?

Because my car is in the police pound

and I need somebody to collect it.

Oh-ho! There he is. The wanderer returns.

Did you enjoy your wee break?

You've been AWOL for two days!

I had the cops on, had to send somebody down and get the cab.

-Drunk-driving?

-I wasn't...

-How thick are you?

Listen to me. I was asleep in the back of the car.

Oh, well, that's OK(!) You've still got your licence, then?

Because I don't need a driver that cannae drive.

-Look, I'm going to...

-Sober up? Great idea.

I mean, look at you. Pathetic, filthy...

Aye, nae thanks to you, from the man that took away my livelihood.

Thanks to me?

It's thanks to me that you're still alive.

You and Kennedy's wife?

You take stupid to a whole new level.

Get yourself a packet of mints.

All right?

Are you all right?

Never better, Stevie boy. Never better.

Can I take a wee JD and Coke off you, please?

There you go.

Ta.

Same again.

Back in a minute.

Eileen? What do you think?

-Yeah, great.

-Yep?

-Get them out.

-Cool.

I tell you one thing, see, the polis round about here,

they're fascists. Nazis. Every single one of 'em.

Hey, and here, they fitted me right up, right?

So I wouldnae be hanging about here, lads, if I was you,

because, see, if you murder someone, it's not a problem.

But if you go for a wee Bo Peep in your car?

Different story altogether.

I saw Nicole yesterday. She was asking where you were.

There you go. There's another thing. Nicole, she's my wee niece, right?

But she had to move all the way up to Aberdeen

cos her boyfriend was found in the Clyde with a bullet in his heid.

That's what happens round about...

What's so funny about that?

-You think that's funny?

-Gabriel!

-What's funny about that?

-Pack it in.

All right.

Same again, Stevie.

So, what about you, big man?

You got a family?

Aye.

-You got a wife?

-Aye.

She got any sisters?

-Is she pretty?

-Gabriel.

GABRIEL LAUGHS

All right, all right. I was just having a wee bit of a laugh,

you know what I mean?

Calm your pants. It's all about family, isn't it?

It's all about family, isn't it?

Hey, Stevie.

-Give me a double.

-I think you should have a break.

A break? That'll be right! Just give me another drink.

In fact, make it a triple.

-Sort it.

-There.

Just makes you think, right?

Who's paying the wages down the cop shop these days, eh?

That's the thing.

Come on to grips, Stevie! Give us a drink, eh?

You can have that coffee.

Coffee? That'll be right.

Excuse me. You don't look as if you want that, I'll have that.

-What are you doing?

-Gabriel! Right, that's enough.

-Excuse me.

-What's the problem?

-What are you doing? Put that down!

Stop it! Gabriel, put that down!

Sorry, mate. He's just not been himself.

-What are you doing?

-If I'm not myself, then who am I? Eh?

-Do you know who I'd like to be?

-Him.

The bold Lenny Murdoch.

He knows everything that's going on around about here.

Causes upset everywhere he goes.

Right, give me another drink, and I'll go away.

I need your help, doll, at the Tall Ship, the now.

That's enough, pack it in.

Right come on get your bag, you're out! Bag. Move it.

-All right, all right.

-You're out of order. ..Sorry, boys.

-Come on!

-Right, right.

-Less of the manhandling!

-Just get out.

-Paws off me!

-Come on, man! Calm down!

There's folk in there just wanting a quiet drink.

-Wee Lenny's got you well trained!

-What?

He didn't even need to speak to you there.

What, have you been to going to special obedience classes,

or something?

He just gives you a wee whistle.

HE WHISTLES

There's a good boy, Stevie.

Away home and sleep it off, eh?

Home!

What do you mean, home?

This is my home, right?

I've not got anywhere else to go, all right?

-Stevie, give me a drink. Huh?

-What?

-Just one drink.

Gabriel, just go. Look at the nick of you.

Who do you think you are?

Gabriel, come on!

-Calm down!

-Paws off me!

-Paws off me.

-Enough!

-Think you're a wide-o?

-Gabriel.

-GABRIEL MUTTERS

-Gabriel...sake!

-Gabriel!

-Come on, get up!

Gabe!

I'm fine!

What is wrong with you?

Are you stupid?

-He'll no' give me a drink.

-Ohh!

I wonder why(!)

What's up with you?

I need to get my bag, Stella.

-I'll get your bag. Over the road.

-I'm sorry.

It's fine. Come on.

-Will he give me a drink?

-No, come on.

-Clown!

Enough.

Right, in you get.

I'm sorry, Stella.

You shouldn't go to any bother.

-Sorry.

-You're in some state.

-Thanks(!)

-How long have you been drinking for?

I don't know, I don't care.

See Stevie, you tell him,

when I'm at myself, I'd take him, easy.

Easy.

They didn't wait, Stella.

They didn't wait.

What?

Then the polis, Keystone Polis, telling me that I'm drunk.

That'll be right.

Is that a wild guess, was it? Aye(!)

Sit down.

They've taken everything, Stella.

Everything.

What are you talking about?

And you know the best bit?

Nobody's bothered.

Nobody gives a monkey's, Stella.

Come on, that's not true.

This isn't the way to pay your respects to Michael, is it?

I've got nothing left, Stella.

Everything's lost.

I've got nothing left.

I don't know what else to do.

Are you going to tell me what's going on?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Stella,

I'm so sorry.

I need...

I need to get...

I need to get myself together, Stella.

Only I can do it.

Sorry.

Right.

I'll go and make you something to eat.

All right.

All right.

He was saying some weird stuff earlier on.

I went round the taxi office to see if he was there, and he wasn't,

so I thought he might've came round here.

-He's in some state.

-Yeah, it's self-inflicted.

Leyla, I'm really worried about him.

He was here earlier, but I don't think he'll be back in hurry.

Did he have a go at you an' all?

God, we had a go at each other, like we always do.

Whatever he said, you know it was the drink talking.

I think I've made it worse, Stella.

But I can't... I can't have him here any more.

Are you here to remember or forget?

Take it you're back on the drink, then?

I've been looking everywhere for you.

Are you going to tell me what's wrong?

It's me.

It's me that's wrong.

See, even if we were in a perfect world...

..I'd still mess it up somehow.

Who's going to remember me when I'm gone, eh?

There's our Michael...

HE SIGHS

..with everything to live for.

He was always the smart one in the family.

Right, so you're at that stage, are you?

The self-loathing, the self-pity.

You think nobody loves you, don't you?

Well, you'd be right, if you carry on like this.

Look, Gabriel, see if you keep drinking,

you're going to end up in there an' all.

Except nobody's going to visit your grave.

There's not going to be any wreaths

or cards or pictures of weans.

You don't need that, trust me.

You have got a choice.

Look, you messed up, you move on.

It's that easy, is it?

No, well, I never said it was easy.

You just...

One step at a time, eh?

You know where I am if you need me.

Miss you, bro...

..more than you can imagine.

Hello, Bob.

All right?

-I was just...

-Please, spare me the details.

I heard you'd moved into Gina's. So are yous two...

No! No, I haven't moved in.

I only popped in...

It's none of my business.

But I wouldn't want you to get the wrong end of the stick.

Whatever?

Christina sends her love.

Aye, she texted me. She stays in touch.

Good.

So, how are things?

-Just dandy.

-No! I mean...

I need to go and sign on, all right?

Bob, I really thought we were going to be friends.

Why? To make you feel better?

KNOCK ON DOOR

Hey.

I'm sorry.

You're going to get sick of saying that.

I already am.

Stella...I don't know what to say.

Come here.

Ooft!

Shower's in there.

All right, I take the hint.

-Away you go and sort yourself out, I'll put the tea on.

-Thanks.

Are you coming to this meeting?

No, I'll get off home.

You know, you don't need to hide yourself away.

You've done nothing wrong.

You've been upfront and honest with folk, that takes a lot of courage.

Why don't you come back to mine, and I'll cook us dinner when I get home?

-You cooked last night.

-Well, I'd take you out for dinner,

but you're not keen on being seen with me in public.

Don't play the sympathy card this early in our relationship.

You might need it later.

Well, that's good to know.

That you think there'll be a later.

I thought you were having doubts.

No. Of course not!

Absolutely not.

So...?

It's just...

I don't want to rush you.

I can have had my own place.

You're not rushing me, OK?

I wanted you to move in as soon as you told me Leyla was leaving.

So I pretended I'd slept on it.

I didn't want to come across as some loved-up, gibbering teenager.

Look, you said no, but the offer still stands, OK?

No cut-off date.

OK.

Come on.

Listen, are you sure about all this fuss?

-What?

-Well, with your track record?

Thank you, Raymond, thank you(!)

Right, everyone. Thank you for coming here this evening.

I'm sure you've all got questions about this new development...

Yes, I do. What's in it for you?

What kind of question is that?

A valid one, Malcolm!

-I'm protecting my community.

-Is that right?

Because the last time we had a property developer in this street, remember?

That was a completely different scenario.

We need the community centre.

Ooh, a different scenario? And that makes it all right?

And you're telling me we need the community centre?!

I ended up living here

because her Mr Vincent chucked me out of my own home!

And the sight of my Bob on a camp bed is not easily forgotten!

For heaven's sake, that was a long time ago!

Can we just concentrate on what is happening now?

-Give her a chance!

-All right.

-We don't know what they're doing. There could be work in it.

Don't talk rubbish, Scarlett! There's never any jobs.

-Can we please just be quiet?

-Let Councillor Donachie speak.

It'll bring money into the street.

Aye, and it'll go straight into the councillors' pockets!

-Gran, would you shut up?

-No, I'll no' shut up.

Right! Can you just... Can you give me a minute?

Molly's raised a relevant point.

I do have to start this meeting off with an apology.

She's right.

I let you all down badly.

I made a mistake

and I caused you massive inconvenience and great distress.

But now all I'm asking is that you hear me out.

At last night's council meeting,

the land to the west of Montego Street, the builder's yard,

and the land to the north, with the community centre, was sold.

But what wasn't made clear was that if this proposal is passed,

it could mean a road running right through here,

and that would include the compulsory purchase

and demolition of the health centre.

GASPS AND MURMURING

Property developers rely on confusion and apathy.

OK, the land is sold,

but the planning permission hasn't been granted.

So, please don't think this battle is over,

because it hasn't even started yet.

Now, I know I've got a nerve but I'm asking you to trust me

and let me lead you through this battle.

Molly asked what's in it for me.

Well, there's my dad's music therapy,

my wee boy's nursery,

Liz's book club.

The fitness classes for folk that can't afford gym membership.

And something that's really close to my heart,

the vital rehab group that we have here

for folk recovering from addictions.

That's what's in it for me.

So, what's in it for everyone else?

Well, there's my job.

I'd just like to point out that right now you've got a doctor

and nurse at the end of your street, instead of a bus ride away.

So, are there any questions?

Right, Eileen, what do you need us to do?

I'd just like to say I don't want to dupe anyone.

Sorry, for those of you who don't know me,

-I'm Alex McAllister and this is...

-Alan Lindsay, project manager.

I don't want to hijack the councillor's meeting,

but I wanted to say that we've just put details

of the proposed development on my website

and there's a forum for further conversation.

And does this development still include

the demolition of the medical centre?

Only if absolutely necessary

and then only on the condition

that the council agree to build a new health centre.

You have to forgive me, I'm not willing to take your word for that.

I need a guarantee, not some vague promise.

Are you willing to put that in writing?

Of course.

Why don't we have a joint public meeting,

a question-and-answer session here in the community centre?

Let everybody talk once you've seen the plans.

-Good idea, eh?

-Great. The sooner, the better.

We'll be in touch and we can arrange a time.

It shows how special Montego Street is

that so many of you take an active interest in your community.

It's why it's a community that I want to be part of.

Thank you very much for your time.

MURMURING

-MURRAY:

-What a pair of...

I have to say I'm impressed. That was well played!

Aye. That was only round one.

Well, thank you everyone for coming

and I'll keep you updated as and when we have any more information.

Thanks again.

CHATTER

TV: 'I'm very excited and somewhat apprehensive because you're going to

'let me loose on the master bedroom

-'and you've got three doubles upstairs with the cottage.

-Gosh.'

CHANNEL CHANGES

Whoa. Sorry, did I wake you?

Did you wake me? Can you not hear him, no?

It's like sleeping next to a walrus, man.

I've tried everything - put cotton wool in my ears,

put a pillow over my head, whacked him one an' all.

What's your excuse?

What?

Billy Kennedy's wife?

What about her?

I wasn't just her driver, Stella.

Please tell me you're kidding me on?

Seriously?

Gabriel, what the hell were you thinking?

You must have been off your head! How long...?

About four months.

I really don't know what to say.

I mean...

I didn't know the woman, but...

Well, I'm sorry.

Not as sorry as I am.

Is that why you've been drinking yourself stupid?

How did you not say anything?

Because nobody knew.

Alive and dead, she was just my dirty little secret.

Well, it obviously, wasn't just a fling, then?

The two of you must have known what that rocket would've done if he'd found out.

It must have been something pretty special,

if yous were willing to run that risk.

I knew it was mad but just...

There was something about her.

It couldn't have been easy for her, being stuck with him.

Or with me.

Aye, but she kept coming back, didn't she?

Must have meant something.

For me, too. I tried not to care.

I tried really hard.

Kept telling myself it was nothing, it was just sex.

You cannae keep kidding yourself on, I know. I know what that's like.

I liked that she needed me.

You know? And I needed her, too.

We'd just hide away together.

Block everybody else out.

She pretended that she was as hard as nails but...

And I let her down.

Gabriel, it's over. You cannae keep beating yourself up about it.

And what? Just move on?

Like nothing happened?

No, that's not what I'm saying.

But that's what it feels like to me.

No-one's talking about it, no-one cares.

Like nothing happened.

It's not right.

None of it.

I just wish I could stop things going round and round in my head.

I cannae let it go.

It wasn't your fault.

Then whose is it?

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

What do you mean, you don't understand?

It's what you said, practically word for word.

Look, read it.

"An accumulation of events that led to a tragic accident."

At least you're all singing from the same hymn sheet.

The investigation isn't even finished yet,

but it's being quoted.

No. The review is coming to a conclusion. This is media guesswork.

It's not an official...

It's in black and white!

Word for word!

Oh, right, I get it.

It was you that leaked it to the press.

So you already know what they're going to say, don't you?

The review had made up its mind before they even started.

No. Everyone who was involved with the incident...

Hey, whoa! INCIDENT?! You mean the KILLING?

Right, that's it.

Ho, mate, I want to make an official complaint.

I want an independent investigation.

How would I do that?

Or do you want me to go straight to the press?

Wait here. I'll find a room to officially log your complaint.

Yeah, you do that.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

You'd think a doctor would have more sense.

Aye. The African sun must have frazzled his brain.

Are you OK?

Yeah.

Listen, if that offer's still open,

why don't we move the rest of my stuff into your place today?

Come on.

Here they come.

-Here she is. Just ignore them.

-I know.

Ladies.

-I'll "ladies" you!

-Mm-hm. Hmph!

Gabriel, are you sure about this?

The official report will be made public in less than a week.

If you've got any concerns, that'll be the time to take matters further.

I've got concerns now...

that Mandy Kennedy is going to just be another file gathering dust.

It's not just the police that'll be under investigation.

Other lines of inquiry will be pursued. There will be others...

-Like Billy Kennedy?

-Like Lenny Murdoch. Yourself.

I've got nothing to lose.

DOOR OPENS

DS Grant, DC Cooper.

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

What have we here?

You're not recording.

This isn't an interview, sir.

So it's true, then.

This is turning into the story of your life, isn't it, Mr Brodie?

The complaint?

I advised you not to continue with this crusade.

If you had anything on me, you'd have charged me by now.

Someone's responsible for Mandy's death.

Absolutely, and there is a thorough incident investigation

being carried out to get to the truth.

That'll be a first. You and the truth.

The facts are shots came from the building,

-Mandy Kennedy came running out, something in her right hand...

-What?

-It looked like a gun.

-What do you mean, looked like?

My officer had a fraction of a second to make a decision.

The lives of the public and other officers depended on that decision.

-So, what, they shot her?

-Tragically, yes.

You cannot imagine what our officers are going through just now.

They're better off than Mandy, though, aren't they?

I mean, they've got the chance to get over it.

She's dead.

Sir, DC Cooper and I are handling this.

Well, if it's an independent investigation you want...

Yeah, I do.

If that's what it takes to ease your guilty conscience,

I'll leave you to it.

Talking about conscience - how's yours?

Because see if Billy Kennedy was a dog,

he'd have been put down long ago.

But not you. You let him back out on the street.

He'd killed before, and you knew that he'd kill again.

I mean, all right, I know I make mistakes,

I don't deny that,

but you?

I don't know how you sleep at night.

What about Gareth O'Connor? Remember him?

You treated that boy like he was dirt, like he was nothing, no-one,

and you think you can do the same with Mandy?

You better think again.

-It was my fault.

-We've been through this.

You did nothing wrong.

Yeah, well, I think he deserves an answer.

And he'll get one through the complaints procedure.

Look, Brodie's just looking to let off steam.

God knows, his conscience must be bothering him.

Yeah, and I know how he feels.

I don't want a cover-up.

Good, because there won't be one.

You did what every other police officer

in your situation would've done.

You acted to protect the public and your fellow officers.

There's nothing to cover up.

So how far back will they go?

Who cares? You haven't got anything to hide.

This is the worst thing any police officer can go through.

An innocent person has died,

everybody's looking for someone to blame.

But sometimes, it really is just no-one's fault.

Why don't we go for dinner later?

Somewhere nobody here knows about and then, for a couple of hours,

we can both forget all about Gabriel Brodie and Mandy Kennedy.

Hmm?

I'll see you later.

I had fun last night. I could get used to this.

Mr Brodie, these are very serious accusations.

-My question is, do you have any proof?

-What do you want to know?

I've been thinking about what you said about fostering.

-I think I'm ready.

-That's great.

Mandy, young Gareth, how many bodies is it going to take

before you realise you're not the good guy here any more?