26/06/2012 River City

There's a load of CCTV footage to go through.

-My shift's nearly over.

-So, stay late.

-There's nothing wrong with being single.

-Expert, are you?

Maybe it's time you did something about that?

-I can't believe you agreed to work.

-If I lose my job, none of this will happen.

You didn't happen to find out any more about that guy who was beaten up?

-Do you make a habit of tuning in to people's personal conversations?

-It's just...

Look, Deek, don't gie up the day job.

No, this is important.

-Give me a break! Don't you think I've had enough to deal with today?

-Will!

-Stop it, will you?

'Aye.'

It's Sean.

What can I do for you?

The question should be, what can I do for you? I've got a wee proposition.

What kind of a proposition?

'Get yourself over here ASAP.'

I'm just about to open the Arcade.

'See you in 20 minutes.'

PHONE GOES DEAD

You're my girl, right? You don't walk away unless I say, OK?

Maybe start selling some bargain DVDs? Might bring in a few more new customers.

Aye, sounds good.

Could even say it was your idea, if you like.

Aw, I wouldnae dae that.

I know you're not as innocent as you like to make out.

I've seen you on a night out, remember.

I've glimpsed the darker, murkier side of Iona McIntyre.

Away you go.

Still here, then?

Nothing gets past you, does it?

Just thought you'd be finished by now.

It is only a mini-market you're assessing, not the Royal Bank of Scotland.

Not seen a lot of this warm Shieldinch hospitality everyone speaks about,

-apart from Iona.

-People need to earn good hospitality,

and I don't see you going out of your way to foster warmth. ..Coming out with the gang tonight?

Try and stop me. I'll be gasping for a drink after all this paperwork.

Excellent.

Do you fancy coming along?

-Uh...I'm not sure I can make it...

-Lunch-time, then?

OK, OK. For one.

Great.

What's up with you? You look like you won the lottery and lost the ticket.

Just trying to do something nice... gets you nowhere, man.

-I want to come to a music festival, right, and Nicole won't come.

-How not?

Cos the boys have been acting up ever since Michael left.

She wants to keep an eye on them.

Well, why not get somebody to look after them while you two go away?

I do have a business to run, Sean.

You call that arcade a business?

Aye, well, it's the only one I've got.

Not any more.

I need somebody to take care of the day-to-day runnings for a bit.

Look after the lassies here, and on the streets, keep the cash flowing.

Is there not somebody else you can get to do that?

I'm not asking anybody else. I'm telling you.

OK.

Angie! One word of advice.

You give these lassies an inch, and they'll take a mile.

Start as you mean to go on. Tough.

I want you to meet my new right-hand man, Gabriel.

He'll be in charge of the girls for the foreseeable.

What? Why? If I done something wrong, tell me and I'll put it right.

Listen, what have I told you about questioning me, eh?

I think I've been spoiling her a wee bit, eh?

Sorry.

It's Gabriel you've embarrassed. It's him you should be apologising to.

Sorry.

Apology accepted.

Angie went straight for a bit, but she's came back in the fold now.

Just couldn't keep away, could you, darlin'?

Angie's one of my girls. I keep her, for when I need her.

The names of all the girls and their contact numbers are in there.

Make sure you get the money off them right away,

as in before the pubs open, eh, Angie?

You want to make yourself useful, you can come wi' me and talk to the girls.

I'll leave you to it, then, right.

I've got business to deal with in Shieldinch.

What sort of business?

If I told you that, I'd have to kill you.

Shift yourself.

Here, hey! That's nearly £100 light!

-Did you say something to them?

-Like what?

Like, I don't know - "Let's test the new guy"?

At the moment, you're just a guy with a notebook.

Aye.

And the notebook says you owe me £150.

So what are you going to do, talk me into giving it to you?

I might give it a go, aye.

See, he's nominated me as his right-hand man,

and I'm nominating you as my right-hand woman,

which means if you don't help me, or you hinder me,

then you'll be next in line for punishment.

Right, ta.

Don't worry about it. I'll talk to him, right?

The girls aren't happy about paying money to somebody they don't know.

-Did you not point out the benefit?

-What benefits?

Of dealing with me on a regular basis, rather than Sean?

They may need some convincing.

PHONE RINGS Two secs.

Hey.

Gabriel, it's Stevie.

Is everything OK?

Aye, everything's fine. It's just...I need a favour.

From me?

Here, don't think you're top of my list or anything, right?

Anyway, what it is, I've made plans for me and Nicole, and well...

she's a bit worried about leaving the boys with Leyla,

after all that...you know what I mean.

'And?'

I need somebody to look after the boys so she'll come.

But me, though, Stevie? Does Leyla know about this?

No, no. I'm doing this for the boys.

Of course. Of course, I'll keep an eye on them.

Aye?

They're family.

Well...cheers, Gabriel.

No problem.

Who was that?

That was my niece's boyfriend.

-He wants me to look after my nephews for a couple of days.

-Family man, eh?

Trying to be.

-How come you're working for Sean, then?

-A bad set of circumstances - what's your excuse?

Same.

Here. For helping me out.

-Put that away!

-What?

They see you giving me money, and that's it, I become the enemy.

And for the record, the only people I'm helping out here is me and the girls.

You sitting in here on your own?

Oh...just worrying about Malcolm.

He nearly flooded the place this morning, leaving the taps on.

Getting him to see the funny side and laugh about it will help.

Laugh, because of the fact he's slowly being lost to me?!

We're a long way from that.

Anyway, he was very upset, so I just told him it was me had left them on.

Covering up for him's just going to make things worse.

He needs to acknowledge his behaviour, then he can start to own it.

You see? I'm not dealing with this at all.

You're doing fine. See you later.

-Hi!

-Hi, Malcolm.

Where are you going?

I'm...just popping out for the paper.

What's so funny?

You are.

Because?

Because...

..I went over and got one earlier on.

Is that all of it?

A couple of the older girls still refused.

-But just get heavy with them, they'll hand it over.

-How heavy?

Look, threats might work for Sean, because they know what he's like.

And I'm guessing you know all about Sean's threats, am I right?

The guy's a psychopath.

And what's the best thing to do with a psychopath?

What's that?

Avoid them. And yet, here we are.

PHONE RINGS

What?

Right, OK, I'm on my way back.

What's up?

A punter's back at the flat's threatening one of the girls.

He won't be back in a hurry.

I thought you were Mr Non-Violence?

Not when it comes to lowlifes who think it's all right to beat up young lassies.

Are you all right, love?

She'll be fine.

Listen, why don't you go and get yourself cleaned up before Sean gets back, OK?

It's good to know you can handle yourself.

If it was just me, he would have had a go.

Want me to take a look at that?

Is that a "thank you"?

It's about as close as I'm goin' to get to one, right?

You've got a normal life away from here, then?

That's all relative.

You know what I mean. You're not from this world, that's for sure.

Sean said you escaped for a while. How come you're back?

Getting away isn't the hard bit. The hard bit's staying away.

I needed a bit more money behind me, that's all.

Next time, I willnae be back.

I've seen what happens to lassies that stay in this life too long.

Friends?

Nobody you know.

Hey, I'm just trying to find out what the deal is with you.

You don't want to know, trust me.

I dae.

So what about your friends?

-Did they try to escape, same as you?

-You don't get far.

In this game, you do as you're told. If you don't, well...

Murder?

Punters?

Punters are the least of my problems.

What, are you saying it's Sean?

It was all over the papers.

A Lithuanian girl...

Alicia.

What, that was him?

If Sean finds out I've told you any of this, he will kill me. Then he'll come after you.

Well, I don't want either of us to be next, do you?

Come on, man, we can help each other here, eh?

There was another girl...she was just a kid. She tried to get away.

They found her strangled.

-Who was she?

-Her name was Silvie.

See,

Silvie had this necklace that she always wore,

I mean she never took it off.

He came back with it one day, I seen him wi' it.

Where is it?

He keeps it in the back bedroom,

hidden in the air vent.

So, now you know.

I'm gonnae go, get the rest of your money.

Why did you no' open up earlier?

-I had to do some stuff to do for Sean.

-That's interesting.

Depends which way you look at it. He's promoted me.

Really? Grand.

No, it's not grand, Lenny.

He's got me looking after the girls.

-I'm done with all this.

-No, you're done wi' this when tell you.

-It's your fault I'm in this in the first place.

-Was it me that told Kennedy I had MS?

-...No.

-Aye, you're right, no. You owe me.

Anyway, I need you on the inside.

-Why?

-Because as long as you're there, so am I.

Did he give you a reason why you're promoted?

He said he was going to be focussing on the business elsewhere for a while.

He mentioned something about Shieldinch.

You've no idea what I'm dealing with here.

-He's killed two girls, at least.

-Is that right?

Aye.

He's hidden a necklace and pendant of one of the dead girls,

with her name engraved on it.

If the police find out, then...

Go on...

They'd go in, find it and then it'd be good night Mr Kennedy.

-Everybody's happy.

-Not everybody.

See, then I don't get to see what he's planning on my turf,

-or who he's planning it with.

-Ah well,

-we don't always get what we want.

-Don't be smart with me, son.

What if the polis did raid the place, and he's moved the evidence?

You grass on him and he doesn't go down, your life's not worth living.

Look.

It's you and me.

No-one else.

I've got your back.

Ah, well, then all I need to worry about is my front.

Time to grow up, Gabriel.

You're playing with the big boys now.

..."Silvie."

-What the hell are you doing?

-I had to find out if you were telling me the truth.

We're both dead now, aren't we?

Only if one of us tells Sean and I've got your back.

-What the hell does that even mean?

-It means I'm not gonnae say anything to him, all right?

-Where is everybody? Oi!

-Quick!

Where are you all hiding?

Hurry up, come on!

Down there.

What's going on?

CHUCKLES

What does it look like?

Something amusing you?

-Come here, you...

-I'm sorry.

My fault.

Then I'm disappointed.

We had a dodgy punter in here, I had to get rid of him,

the adrenalin was pumping and one thing led to another..

And anyway,

I've collected all your money, I felt I was due a reward.

Angie's mine.

-Ask for permission next time, right?

-Got it.

Keep a hold of that. Emergency fund.

And Gabriel... ..It's not your good looks or charm.

They'll do anything to get out of paying, including doling out freebies.

Don't be taken for a mug again, right?

Come on...

We know both girls worked for him

and we know he has a reputation for violence against his employees.

But no concrete evidence tying him directly to either death.

We also have Gabriel Brodie

spending more and more time in Kennedy's company.

I can't see Lenny Murdoch being happy about that.

If there was any justice at all, those two would get into a good old-fashioned turf war

and cancel each other out for good.

Do you think Brodie's got any information on the murders?

-We could try squeezing him.

-I've seen your version of squeezing.

I overstepped the mark with Sean. It won't happen again.

You staying for the briefing?

It is like watching paint dry. Just take the shot, man.

You cannae hurry genius.

Which is why she's hurrying you.

Come on!

Sorry I'm late, guys.

-Finally, you can relax.

-Two empty glasses here if you're buying.

-Thought you weren't coming.

-Here I am.

-I'm fine, thanks.

-Suit yourself. I'm sure you usually do.

I'll give you a hand.

I might try and come along tonight.

-Give them two a run for their money, eh?

-Great...

Agreed? OK. Let's see what we've come up with.

Hours of CCTV footage, door-to-door enquiries,

leafleting, witness posters and still nothing to show for it.

Sean Kennedy must be laughing his head off.

Yeah. Let him.

-Maybe we need to shake things up a bit?

-How?

I don't know. Start arresting his girls, lean on his punters?

Cut off his income.

Then he will know we're desperate.

Besides, you arrest any of those girls,

you're putting their lives at risk.

So what's the alternative? Wait for a break that never comes?

Patience. That's what it's all about at this stage.

Anyway, shouldn't you be getting on with other things?

Other things, sir?

Thought you had a wedding to organise.

Can't leave it all to the boyfriend.

I suggest you concentrate on that, short-term.

I'll let you know if there's any developments.

Game over.

Are you just continuing from where you left off at lunchtime?

Aye, beaten again.

Drinks for the rest of the night are on you and Hayley.

I knew I should have had Deek on my side.

No!

Sorry, Iona.

Yes!

THEY LAUGH

-I take it you won, then.

-No, THEY lost.

Don't you go disappearing, I've got stuff to show you - wedding cake websites.

-What'll it be?

-A vodka-coke please, Zinnie, cheers.

How are you doing?

Better than the other week, when your mob arrested me.

Well, hang around with guys like Sean Kennedy

and you're going to attract our attention.

What does Lenny think about you spending so much time with Sean?

What's it to you?

I'm interested. Must be hard juggling the two of them.

You're not interested, you're fishing and I'm not biting.

Can I get you another?

Take a lot more than a pint to buy me, pal.

If you ever get thirsty, Mr Brodie, you know where to find me.

I think it's cute Iona's got a crush.

But what about when Tom heads south?

D'you think he'll be coming back up here to see her?

-Who knows?

-I do, he won't.

I think our Tom's a bit of a player. The love 'em and leave 'em type.

Can't say I get the "ladies' man" vibe off him.

And what would you know about being a ladies' man?

That's true. Listen, I'll need an hour or so off this afternoon.

-What for?

-My man's too busy saving the world,

so it's down to me to find reception venues.

I'm glad nobody else on my payroll's planning a wedding,

I'd be running the place on my own.

Can I help you?

Oh, I hope so.

What do you want?

Do I look like I want something?

I'm looking for Gabriel Brodie. Do you know where he lives?

What do you want with him?

Gabriel's a good friend of mine.

Since when?

Since me and him went into business together.

So, you're a friend of Lenny Murdoch's, too then?

It's all right, Leyla, I've got this.

Leyla? Nice.

All sorted, thanks.

Now, that is my kind of woman.

Hey, hands off. She's my sister-in-law.

What, that's Michael's wife?

She must be feeling pretty neglected at the moment.

What are you doing round here, anyway?

First day in a new job and you've let me down already.

-How?

-One of the girls got beaten up last night.

Who?

Candice. Punter had a problem with the fee.

I need to know when she's gonnae get back to work.

Get yourself down to the hospital and find out how she is.

Where are you going?

I'm going to be asking a beautiful woman how lonely it feels

to be a prisoner's wife.

Don't even think about it.

Touched a nerve, have I?

Gabriel Brodie called. Says he wants to talk.

What about?

He says he's got info on Sean Kennedy.

Did he give any details?

It's about one of the murders.

Call him back. Tell him he'll have to come to the station.

He wasn't too keen on that when I suggested it.

Well, I can't get out the office this morning, it's that or nothing.

I made the contact, I should be the one he speaks to anyway.

I think I'll interview him.

Are you closing me out again, sir?

I'm running this investigation as I see fit, and it's fitting that

if he has vital information about the murder of a young girl,

then he passes it on to a senior officer.

So, I'll expect him here at 9.30.

Why are we meeting here?

Because this is police business.

Look, if anyone connected to Sean Kennedy sees me, I'm a dead man.

We'll smuggle you out the back gate in a car

and drop you wherever you like.

Now, what's this evidence you have against him?

You want me to put him away, you need to talk to me, Mr Brodie.

You can't let him know you got this information from me.

If he finds out I've tipped you off...it's not just me.

The girls'll be in danger too.

Understood.

It's a necklace with a pendant, with the name Silvie engraved on it.

Maybe he kept it as a trophy, I don't know, but he's got it

hidden in a plastic bag in an air vent in his back bedroom.

I thought you two were mates?

I'm in way over my head with this guy and I want rid of him,

as much as you do.

Maybe more.

I doubt that.

So, if you had the necklace, is that enough to get him locked up?

Well, if it was enough to link him directly to the murdered girl,

then it might be something that proved useful, yeah.

So, now what do I do?

You do nothing. I'll take it from here.

MALCOLM: Is that you, Liz?

Jeez, you gave me a fright!

Obviously not enough of a one. What did you tell the cops?

Who?

Don't play games with me. You were seen.

I gave him enough information to get Kennedy out of my life for good.

-Did you spill your guts about me as well?

-No why would I do that?

I dunno, maybe you were in the mood for confessions.

You said you'd had my back Lenny,

but I've not seen much evidence of that.

And you think Donald will?

He doesn't care about you, all he cares about is getting Kennedy.

Which, right now, suits me to the ground.

That scumbag Kennedy was here making threats about Leyla.

Right, that's why all the common sense went out the window.

So what's Donald's plan?

I don't know, he didn't say.

'Course he didn't.

But once I get Kennedy off my back, I want you gone as well.

Yeah, well, you get me the information I want

before they put him away and I'll gladly leave you alone.

We'd be quits?

Yeah. You can go back to your quiet life.

How's that lassie doin'?

Bruised, but not battered.

Good. Get her back earning ASAP.

I've got to nip out for a few hours.

Anything to do with this job in Shieldinch?

What do you know about that, like?

Just what you told me.

-Which is?

-Nothing.

Exactly.

Look, Sean, as your right-hand man,

I should be doing more than walking about with some notebook.

Any Rent-A-Thug could do that.

Aye, and if this deal goes through we'll be moving up the ladder rapid

and you'll have plenty to do, believe me.

Police! Get on the floor!

Get your hands behind your head!

Room secure.

-Get off me!

-Shut your mouth, you!

Turn the place over.

The Huffton House Hotel have got their own in-house DJ.

Have you actually heard him?

You could be dancing to Barry Manilow and Cliff all night.

There is such a thing as being too camp.

Not a chance, mate.

I see Tom, but where's his shadow?

She must be around here somewhere.

That's ten quid you've cost me. You're a shark!

Area Pool Champion for Head Office, two years undefeated.

I am a shark.

So, you let me win last night?

You don't seem like the kind of person who likes to lose.

You're pathetic.

Hayley?

Hey.

You know, if you want people to like you better,

-then pretending you're something you're not isn't the way to do it.

-I agree.

So why don't you stop pretending you're far too good for everyone around here?

-You've just described yourself to a tee.

-What are you talking about?

Patronising us by pretending to lose at pool

-and stringing Iona along when we know you're not really interested in her.

-That's true.

So, you admit it, that you're stringing her along?

I admit I'm not really interested in her, not in the way you're saying.

But she's a good, decent person I enjoy spending time with.

Unlike me?

You said it.

If I'm so horrible, how come you followed me out here?

I'm asking myself the same question.

Maybe it's the same reason you get so upset when I'm around.

And why's that?

You want to hear my theory?

Can't wait.

OK.

You're happy to proceed without a solicitor, correct?

I've got nothing to hide.

I want to go back over a statement you made a while back,

in connection with the death of a young girl, Silvie McGregor, is that OK?

Sooner we get this over with, the sooner I'm out of here.

You said, and I quote - "I didn't know the girl.

"She was an acquaintance of an acquaintance."

Aye.

Then can I ask why you kept this hidden in your house?

For the benefit of the tape, I'm showing Mr Kennedy exhibit one,

the necklace and pendant engraved with the name Silvie.

You've gone very quiet, Mr Kennedy.

Who tipped you off?

I'm the one asking the questions here.

You came looking for it. Someone told you it was there.

We raided your flat this morning based on a tip off that drugs were being sold there.

I can assure you,

finding the necklace was just a wonderful surprise.

Now, why would you keep a necklace that belonged to the acquaintance

of an acquaintance in your house?

Who says I hid it?

I do.

And no doubt the DNA and the fingerprints will corroborate that.

You kept it as a trophy after you killed her.

Or maybe as a warning for any other girls that step out of line.

That's not why I kept it.

So, you do admit you kept it?

For the benefit of the tape, Mr Kennedy nodded.

For the benefit of the tape,

the Chief Inspector looks very pleased with himself.

Sean Kennedy, I am formally arresting you for the murder of Silvie McGregor.

I didn't keep it as a trophy.

Then why?

As insurance.

Insurance for what?

Insurance should I become a suspect.

You're far more than a suspect now.

That's why I need to put you straight right now,

before you waste any more police time.

-I didn't kill Silvie McGregor.

-Then who did?

I'm going to need a name if you expect me to start believing you.

I'll give you a name, if you tell me who the grass is.

This is Detective Chief Inspector Donald suspending the interview at 1635 hours.

I don't do deals with scum.

Neither do I, but I'll make an exception in your case.

Give me the name of who murdered Silvie McGregor or I'll bang you up

for perverting the course of justice.

You need to lighten up, Chief Inspector.

This grass, I'll find myself.

As for the murderer, I'll give you his name, address, shoe size.

But I walk out of this place today, no more questions asked.

I could give you a name right now.

You could have him banged up

and be cracking open the champers within the hour.

OK.

It was a punter.

Do you take me for an idiot?

It's the truth.

Things got out of hand, it was an accident.

He freaked out.

Thought maybe I could make some money out him on the necklace.

But now...as I said, it's insurance.

The DNA and fingerprints on that necklace are his, not mine.

Sorry to spoil your big moment.

The man that you want to speak to is called John McColgan.

Ironically, I believe he's a solicitor.

What happened to you at lunchtime?

I lost my appetite.

-What's going on with you and Tom?

-Nothing.

When he came back to the pub his cheek was pure bealing.

Did you slap him?

He deserved it.

Weird thing was he was dead upbeat. Bought us all lunch.

Really?

Well?

He confirmed everything Sean Kennedy said.

So where does that leave Gabriel Brodie?

In a lot of trouble, if Kennedy finds out he was the grass.

But hey, that's his problem now, not ours.

The necklace was where he'd hidden it, just like I told them.

I didn't have Kennedy pegged as that stupid.

What about the information I needed?

Sean said the job would move him up the ladder locally.

Must be pretty big.

He's making a push into my territory.

It's got to be drugs. There's only two guys big enough here to handle large amounts like that -

Barry Carlson, Andy Griffin.

I need to know which one it is.

I'm going back over to see the girl that told me about the necklace.

She might have a name.

You're going back to the flat to talk to a prostitute?

Sean gave me a wad of cash and you know what, she's welcome to it.

She went straight once, I'd like to think she could again.

Ever the hero, eh?

I like her. I want to help her out.

Cheery bye.

What happened to you?

When?

Lunchtime. You'd gone by the time I got there.

I hope it was nothing to do with Tom.

Should it be?

Come on, you could cut the atmosphere with a knife when you are together.

What can I say? He winds me up.

I don't understand how the two of you don't on.

Why don't you ask him? He seems to have all the answers.

He's away to a meeting in Edinburgh.

-He'll not be back till tomorrow.

-Oh.

So, if you wanted to come out for a drink tonight,

you wouldn't have to run into him.

I think I'll just have a quiet night in.

I hate that the two of you don't get on

cos if things go the way I'd like, you may be seeing a lot more of him.

Are you all right? What happened?

I happened.

I knew they wouldn't be able to keep you in long.

What's going on with Angie?

The police didn't raid here this morning because they had nothing better to do.

-They were after something and they found it.

-What?

A necklace.

-What necklace?

-Why don't you tell him? What necklace?

Keeping your mouth shut now? Blabbin' my business to the filth?

-Wait a second. You saying she went to the police?

-Aye.

After all I've done for her.

When was this?

There's no way they would've raided the place on the strength of a phone call.

She would have had to have met up with them, yeah?

What's your point?

My point is, Angie's been with me all morning.

She wouldn't have time to meet up with anybody.

It couldnae have been her.

So I owe you money.

Here.

I told you before about letting these tarts take you for a mug.

I really like her, Sean.

Here's the deal.

After this morning I've got to keep a low profile, eh?

-so I want you to handle the job tonight.

-Tonight?

My dealer's bringing the merchandise into Shieldinch this evening.

I give you the money, you give it to him,

pick up the goods, bring them back here. Simple.

Use that money I gave you yesterday to make up the difference.

-Right.

-The meet's on the Dock Road, 7.30. Your contact's called Andy Griffin.

Griffin.

Now, I've got a grass to find.

Think he bought it?

You went to the polis?! Are you an idiot?

He threatened my family.

He was this close to finishing me.

-I didnae think.

-No' thinking disnae cut it, Gabriel.

No' thinking gets us both killed!

Thanks, Graham.

I hope you don't mind me asking but, what's up with your coupon.

Is someone feeling a wee bit love-sick?

-Robbie, just give it a rest, eh?

-I know how she feels.

I've hardly seen Will the past couple of days and even when I do he's moaning about that job.

I tell him, you should try working in the Salon with Miss Crack-the-Whip McCrone.

Tom! What happened to Edinburgh?

Finished early.

-And you just couldn't wait to get back here to us, right?

-Aye, couldn't wait.

I think I'm just going to go and powder my nose.

-Want a drink?

-I've just got one.

-We're fine.

Lager, please.

I mean, how the hell could the polis just let him go?

Because he's not as daft as he looks. At least now you know who your real pals are.

The dealer he's working with is Andy Griffin.

That right?

Kennedy must be bigging himself up, to Griff, giving him the impression he's up-and-coming.

Now that you're past it.

-The deal's happening tonight.

-When?

Just under an hour.

-Where's Kennedy meeting him?

-He's no'. I am.

Running a prostitute ring, now dealing drugs? You're on the slippery slope, son.

It makes it easier for you to step in and take the gear though, doesn't it?

-Except I've no intentions of stepping in.

-You're just going to let it go ahead?

I don't want your cover blown just yet.

You said once I done this, we'd be quits.

That's when Kennedy getting locked up was a sure thing.

Now he's back on the streets again, I need my eyes and my ears in his camp.

You make sure you don't mess up tonight, because he's already wondering about you.

The stakes are getting higher, and the higher they get,

the further you get to fall.

Hayley.

-You don't have to deliberately avoid me, you know.

-I'm not.

It's just a coincidence that I walk into the bar and you walk out?

I don't want Iona getting upset.

She thinks she's the reason you came back here tonight.

I can't do anything about that.

Maybe you should pretend that it is.

I'm finished pretending, Hayley.

So much for hating each other..

Who says I don't hate you?

No! No! No!

Where the hell is it?

-What have you lost?

-An envelope. A brown envelope.

-In the piano?

-I put it in there for safe keeping, and now it's gone. Did you move it?

-I don't know, did I?

-Don't play games with me, Malcolm, this is life or death.

I'm trying to remember.

Did you play the piano today?

I...

-Did you clear anything from inside it?

-I don't remember.

Come on, man! It's important!

I moved something... I put it...

-Right?

-Where did I put it?

For God's sake, think, man!

What is going on?!

Malcolm's moved something of mine, something really important!

I need that envelope.

You're not going to get it by yelling like that.

You've no idea how much I need that envelope.

Do you remember moving an envelope of Gabriel's?

Look, Malcolm, try and remember. Where did you put it?

Ah! Is this it?

-I couldn't remember.

-It's OK, you're all right, dear.

Gabriel?!

-What on earth has got into you lately?

-I have to go.

-What was all that about in there?!

-Look, I was out of order, I know.

Do you not think that you owe Malcolm an apology?

He's positively shaking.

-I'll talk to him later, Liz. I'll make it up to him. I really...

-You have to go, yes, you said.

You need to acknowledge and face up to what is really happening here.

You can't ignore it any longer. None of us can.

Malcolm's not well and we all have to rally round for him.

I will, I promise.

Because if you ever behave like that again,

you will no longer be welcome in our house. Do you understand?

Gabriel...

..Is everything all right?

Everything's...

..fine.

Sean couldnae make it.

There you go.

We good?

Wa-hey! Here's my man.

We are going to make some serious money, man! Time to celebrate.

It's been a long day, I'm going to head up the road.

Nobody's going anywhere man, we're going to party!

No' me, mate.

Take Angie, there. Angie.

She's your favourite, aye?

I'm offering her to you, as a reward for a good job.

I appreciate it, but I'm OK.

You already said no to a party, you cannae say no to me twice,

I might start thinking you don't like me or something.

When you're done there, we are going to a party, right? Nae arguments.

-How long should we leave it?

-Two minutes, tops?

Thanks a lot!

-You tell me, then?

-I dunno, what's normal for you?

You're asking somebody in my profession what's normal?

Tell you what, we'll make it 20 minutes.

No sack that, make it 25.

I've got a reputation to think of, after all.

THEY LAUGH

What is this like!

SHE SIGHS

-Did Gabriel go?

-Yes, he did.

I better apologise to him.

It's Gabriel who owes you an apology.

As do I.

You? Why?

Because I was wasn't helping.

You ALWAYS help.

I wasn't dealing well with everything that was going on,

and I got cross, just like Gabriel.

Well, I won't hold it against you.

People are just going to have to get used to me being forgetful

and putting things in the wrong place.

You mean like "planting" the remote in the pot?

Maybe I thought if it grew, we'd get more channels.

You know, something tells me that...

..just maybe, we're going to be OK.

Yeah, sure we are.

It's all there, man.

What made you think it wouldn't be?

It's my turn wi' Angie.

-...No chance.

-What?

Look, I'm in charge of the girls now,

so I get to decide when and where they work.

You got a problem with that, then I walk right now.

See, this is what I'm talking about, eh?

This is what I need from my right-hand man.

Forward thinking, and commitment. You still here?

With us two working together,

Lenny Murdoch doesn't stand a chance, right?

Right.

-Sore head?

-My head's fine.

-You can't keep doing this.

I'll see you tonight.

-Tell her, tell her, tell her.

-I can't...

-You can't NOT.

-Iona's my pal, or at least she was.

I've really screwed things up, big time.

Any danger of my next set of notes coming through?

-I'm fine.

-You're no good to anyone in this state. Go home.

Were you drunk? Like you were when you nearly burnt down the house?

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