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I only want one thing from you. A gun.
You point a gun at somebody like Kennedy, you've got to be prepared to use it.
That's not fair! Ah!
-Did he do that to you?
-I can't live without him.
-Robbie, call an ambulance.
-Call an ambulance!
Robbie! What's happened?
-Is he awake? Did he say anything?
-What's going on? How is he?
I don't know. The ambulance guys were radioing ahead and mentioned
something about a broken pelvis, fractured ribs and a punctured lung.
-Oh, my God!
-They took him through there.
-I'm going to find someone.
-Thanks for bringing them.
But you maybe shouldn't stay.
I'll call the station and see if there's any news on the car.
Did you find out any more?
He's in surgery.
They drained his lungs of blood in A&E,
but his spleen's ruptured so they have to deal with that.
And there's damage to the liver.
I hate this place.
I was here last month when my Uncle Bob was in an' all.
He's all right now isn't he? Well, he's on the mend.
Well, there's no reason that Deek cannae get better an' all.
Sit down, son.
It's gonnae be a long night.
Hi. DC Cooper CID here.
Can you put me through to traffic control, please?
I didn't ask for a time check.
I asked you to put me through to traffic control.
Make sure Charlie gets this sorted as soon as he gets here, aye?
I still want you to do that drop-off, 12 o' clock, right?
Come straight back. No delays. No detours.
I want out of here by tonight, yeah?
Do you know where you're going?
Aye, I've been to Dundee a few times.
Cosmopolitan guy, aye?
Never mind. Here's the script.
You pull into the service station, you give them a bag,
they give you a bag, everybody goes home happy.
Do I need to count it?
No, not unless you want to look like a total amateur.
These are regular boys, they know better than to mess up business.
-Will I bring the cash to your flat?
-Nah, no way.
Tell you what - I'll meet you in Shieldinch.
I'll get you a drink in the Tall Ship before I leave.
Right? Drive carefully now.
You're Mr Henderson's friends, family? I'm Nurse MacGuire.
Sorry, I'm his uncle. How is he?
I'd probably describe his condition as critical but stable.
Stable, that's good.
-He required a massive blood transfusion, and they have had to remove his spleen.
The procedure went well.
Then why are you looking so worried?
I'm part of the hospital's neuro-surgical team.
Mr Henderson suffered severe head injuries.
What type of head injuries? Could there be brain damage?
We'll know more once he wakes up,
but in the meantime it's very much a waiting game.
-So, you're a specialist in these type of injuries?
What do you think?
Well, there are some signs of improvement.
Derek hasn't regained consciousness, but his heart and pulse rate
are getting closer to where we would want them to be.
Can we see him?
-Briefly. But just two at a time though, I'm afraid.
I'm telling you, if they ever find the guy who did this,
I'm going to put HIM in hospital.
I mean, what kind of scumbag doesnae stop?
I don't know.
How can you just leave another human being lying in the middle of the road?
Get it out your head, son. It's not doing you any good.
You're here for your pal, and that's all that matters.
Aye. Aye, you're right.
We're here for you, mate. As long as it takes, all right?
Did you see that?
I need to talk to...
Get the nurse, son.
-Bob, the nurse!
-Nurse, he's wakened!
Whoa, take it easy, son. Don't move.
Don't you remember? You were in an accident, you were hit by a car.
Derek, you're back with us I see.
Deek, everybody calls him Deek.
Gotcha. Now, I need to do a couple of preliminary response checks.
-I'll need you to step outside.
What's that, mate?
What are you trying to say?
Was anyone else...hurt?
No, mate. Nobody else.
-Are we just in the way, do you think?
Do you think he even knows we're here?
I know you're here.
What happened to your lip?
I bashed it on the kitchen cupboard.
You need to be more careful.
Is he awake?
On and off.
What is it, what did they say?
-Can you hear me, son?
Listen, I've spoke to the doctors.
They're going to take you for a brain scan this afternoon.
You understand me?
it's going to be a long day and a long night,
especially if he needs surgery.
Why don't we take it in turns? Nip home, grab a shower,
something to eat. We're going to be no use to him
-if we start passing out all over the place, eh?
-That makes sense.
Right, let's take it in turns.
We'll make sure he's never left alone, OK?
OK, well, do youse two want to go first?
-Are you sure?
I'm not going to be able to drag him away anyway, am I?
How is he?
Awake. Sort of.
That's great, I'll throw some clothes on and get over there, take a statement -
see if he got a look at the driver or plate or something.
That won't do any good because he's got no memory of the accident.
Or anything else that happened yesterday.
Suppose that suits you, doesn't it?
I'm going for a shower.
Wait, Robbie, I've actually only just got in myself.
I've been at the station most of the night, liaising with traffic,
checking CCTV, speed camera footage.
I'm going to get this guy, Robbie.
Aye, and that'll make everything all right, won't it(?)
No. But it might be a start.
How is he?
He's really not good.
Oh, poor Deek. He has never hurt a soul in his life.
I know, he looks helpless at the best of times, but now he's...
Will I make some tea or something?
-Aw, Nic, it's meant to be your first day. I'm sorry.
Listen, you're not going to do much learning the day - I need to cancel my appointments.
I know, I don't think I could face making small talk today.
-Let me do it - the phone calls.
Yeah, I'm here to learn how to do everything, aren't I?
-You're a wee star.
-I'll make some tea first.
What happened to your face?
Och, nothing. I slipped in the kitchen.
It's not fair to leave all the dirty work to her,
I'll make a start on these phone calls.
DC Cooper, just the man.
Can you tell me why I've just had a phone call from my opposite number in Tayside CID
telling me I owe him a favour?
-I contacted all the regional offices, sir - about the Montego Street hit and run.
-Silver Saloon, registration plate ending Whisky Bravo Foxtrot?
-Yeah. It was just spotted leaving services on the A92.
I'm glad you think so.
Well, have they got someone?
Just spotted LEAVING services on the A92.
Still, I imagine before long, some member of your nationwide task force
will come across Scotland's Most Wanted. Which is good news because then maybe we can
concentrate our resources on some other aspects of crime fighting.
The unfortunate individual involved in the hit and run -
-Derek Henderson, sir, you might know him.
-Our paths have crossed, yes.
Doesn't mean I can conduct a personal crusade.
I take it he's a friend of yours?
-More a friend of my partner's, sir.
-Ah, that's all right then(!)
You're supposed to be doing background on the Gabriel Brodie case.
Instead you're here all night trying to impress your fiance.
That is not why I'm doing it.
I'm sure you have your reasons. I just don't care what they are.
From now on, you will carry out your designated tasks, do you understand?
See you next week, yeah? Thanks, then. Bye-bye.
-That's them all cancelled.
Will we just go home?
-I don't want to go home.
Did you see it happen? The accident?
I got there just after. Me and Will.
-It's lucky you did.
You got him an ambulance, and you went with him,
that's all that matters, Robbie.
Aye. Aye, I guess so.
But I just feel like I want to go back to the hospital, but...
-Then why don't you?
-What am I supposed to do?
Flounce in and make a bitchy comment about the nurse's hair?
Well, he might be glad of a laugh after all he's been through.
You send him my love,
and tell him I'll bring Cal to see him tomorrow if he's up for it.
-We'll make a fuss of him while he's in the hospital,
then give him a slap when he's better for making us all worry so much.
-I'll phone you a taxi.
-I'll just take a wee seat.
Not much atmosphere in the old gaff these days, is there?
Funny that, eh?
Whoa, whoa. What's the rush? Pull up a chair, have a wee drink.
-Have a drink, wee man.
I haven't got time for this, you...
Och, my phone...
How much longer?
They're taking you down at quarter to, so won't be long.
I want to get it over with now.
It soon will be, mate. Couple of weeks and we'll be in The Ship,
having a few beers, right?
My treat. Deal?
There, we've shook on it now. So it's legally binding, all right?
Hold my hand for a bit longer, will you?
All right, mate, all right.
Don't be scared.
Everything is going to be all right.
He'll be here. Any minute, all right?
Don't leave me, OK?
I won't, mate. I'm not going anywhere.
MONITORS START BEEPING QUICKLY
ALARM BEEPS LOUDLY
-We were talking. And he just...
-I'm sorry, but you need to give us room to work.
Are you deaf? I told you.
Maybe I didn't make myself clear.
This is your last chance to sit down with me and have a wee snifter.
What do you mean?
I need a change of scene, eh.
Thinking about getting a bit of sun on my face, you know?
I'll be gone by 2pm.
If I say you're sitting down and having a farewell drink with me,
you're sitting down and having a drink with me, right?
Listen, someone I care about is fighting for their life in hospital right now.
So, I don't give a damn what you say.
Pupil's non responsive.
Time of death, 11:40.
Raymond. We need to phone Raymond.
I'll do it.
MOBILE PHONE RINGS
You need something?
-Yeah. Personal time.
That little RTA? The hit-and-run you don't give a damn about?
It just became a homicide.
-I'm very sorry to hear that.
-Big of you.
But that doesn't alter the fact you behaved in an unprofessional manner.
And I'm glad I did.
I ignored your earlier instruction, continued my investigation,
and now I'm nearly 100% sure that the car I detailed was involved in the fatality.
So you might want to give the radio room a heads up, if you're not too busy.
Personal issues or not, you're coming dangerously close to overstepping the mark, DC Cooper.
I'm coming dangerously close to telling you where to stick your job, DCI Donald.
And what good's that going to do your victim?
What? My boyfriend? Well, say it, you've said it easily enough before.
Ah, forget it.
-I haven't given you permission to go anywhere.
-I didn't ask.
I'm very sorry.
Should we...? I mean, can we go?
Yeah. There's nothing for us to do now.
-Did Deek say anything? Before he...
He was asking for you.
My phone hasn't stopped ringing. "How's Deek? Any news?"
Scarlett, Gina, my dad, Murray, Stevie.
It's amazing just how many people, really.
I've told them all, he's stable and we'll know more when he's had the scan. What time is that?
He didn't make the scan.
There was a blood clot.
He's dead, Eileen.
Robbie, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...
(I'm so sorry.)
Bob said he was asking for me, you know?
Deek was asking for me and I wasn't there.
You couldn't know, Raymond.
I let him down.
No. No, you were going to be there for the long haul.
The surgery, recuperation, rehab, all of it.
You were going to be there with him every step of the way.
You know that.
And Deek knew it, too.
For how long, Eileen?
This isn't my home, you're not my wife.
But Stuart's your son.
So here's what I want you to do.
I want you to go through there
and lie down on the bed beside him
and just look at him sleeping...
..and listen to his breathing until you fall asleep.
-I don't know.
You need to rest, even if it's just for half and hour.
What are you doing in here?
I wanted to do something for Raymond.
Square the place up a bit. I'm no' gonnae bother now.
Hey, you couldnae nip over the road, get me a sandwich, aye?
Get your own.
What is it with you folk round here?
Think you can treat me like garbage and I'll just put up with it?
A mate of mine died, all right?
-What do you care?
Don't get wide. You'll get that bottle in your face!
What? As in Raymond Henderson?
Aye, his nephew. He got hit by a motor and now he's dead.
What else do you need to know?
Poor wee soul, eh?!
What are you looking at me like that for?
I really don't know what you are, man.
-Mind if I get it?
Say that again.
-Thanks. They've got someone.
Yeah, OK, OK. No, don't worry.
That's fine, Jimmy. I'll find somebody.
Pity you've got that tag. I'm a driver short for tonight.
Ah, well. I'll be tucked up in my scratcher by seven.
-What's up with Jimmy?
-Wee Deek didnae make it.
-Scarlett's in bits.
-What, Deek's dead?
I just want to say how sorry I am.
DCI Donald, resuming interview with Harold McGill at 14.50 hours.
Also present DC Cooper. Correct?
Mr McGill's adopted what we might term a "silence is golden" approach,
haven't you, Mr McGill?
Not much of a conversationalist.
Which is a pity because we've got so much to discuss.
Like how come there was a sports bag with £40,000
in the boot of your car.
The same car that was involved in a hit and run last night.
What speed was the car clocked at, DC Cooper?
53mph hour in a 30 zone.
No wonder the pedestrian didn't make it.
Yeah. You hit him, you didn't stop, he died.
You're going to jail for a very long time.
Wait, wait, wait, when was this meant to have happened?
Last night. And it happened.
Maybe so, nothing to do with me. I was out last night,
dog races, till about the back of nine. Plenty of folk saw me.
There's damage to your car consistent with the crime,
and you've had the windscreen replaced.
-It's not my car.
-You've just been pulled over in it.
-I was on a test drive.
-Oh, that's a good one.
No, no, I was, I was. There was a guy in the street.
The car had a sign on it, "For sale",
I asked him if I could take it for a spin.
He just tossed you the keys and said "On you go"?
Aye, and I'd have been well back if I hadn't been pulled over.
Who was he, this mysterious benefactor?
I don't know. Never met him before.
You're trying my patience now.
Some trusting soul lets you disappear with his car and 40 grand?
Not everyone's as cynical as the polis, Chief Inspector.
You're lying to me.
You're lying to me and I'll remember that when you get sent down.
Will? You're going to want to see this.
Tell me his alibi doesn't check out.
Oh yeah, his alibi checks out.
There's no way Mr McGill was driving that car last night
but we might have an idea who was.
I got Mr McGill's probation officer, his most recent probation officer,
to send over everything he had.
Check out the list of known associates,
see if any name in particular jumps out at you.
I don't believe it.
There in black and white.
Our friend here is on very good terms with a certain Sean Kennedy.
We looked into your alibi. It checks out.
-Tell me something I don't know.
-You didn't have much luck, did you?
-Turned out all right for me in the end, but.
Definitely. You said yourself I was there,
means you can't pin the hit and run on me.
But lying about it, getting the car fixed up to cover the damage.
-You're looking at seven years.
-You kidding on?
More if we can link that money in the boot to drugs.
Ach, behave yourself, man.
Well, this is what we've got. From the car that killed the pedestrian,
we lifted two types of DNA and two sets of prints.
Yours and Kennedy's.
Some pal you've got there.
He basically let you do a drugs run in a murder weapon,
and we know you're pals, we've got witnesses putting you together.
See, Kennedy needed that money to leave town
but he didn't have the nerve to get it himself.
Why are you protecting him?
-I'm not a grass.
-No, you're a sucker.
He killed an innocent man and you're going to jail for it.
Back to jail, you mean.
Maybe he's one of those weird guys that gets to like it inside?
I can do my time.
Come on, what's your longest stretch? 18 months? Two years?
I'm talking seven years. Minimum.
I will do you for this
and any other unsolved cases I can lay my hands on.
Or you can give me Kennedy.
Give us Kennedy and you'll walk.
Where is he?
-If you're looking for Mr McGill, he's not available just now.
'Is there anything I can help you with?'
Know this man?
Come on, Gabriel, help us out.
Why should I?
I haven't got time for this. Tell me what you know.
I've seen him. McGlynn? McGill?
McGill. Seen him with who?
Who do you think? Sean Kennedy.
Are you willing to testify to that fact in court?
No offence, Officer, but the forces of law and order,
well, they've not been that kind to me lately.
Help us and you'll be helping yourself.
And how do you work that out?
-You know what happened to Deek Henderson, right?
We picked up McGill in the car that killed him.
Good. A lot of people round here will be glad to hear that.
-So should you.
McGill wasn't driving the car yesterday.
So if he wasn't...
-I'm going to get him for what he did to Deek.
Then I'm going to break him, and get him for everything else.
What are you going to do next?
Try his last known address.
You think he's just going to show up there?
He's losing the plot, making mistakes.
That's how I'm going to get him.
Didn't you two make a lovely couple?
What did Cooper want?
Wipe that smile off your face, big man.
Oh, no, you're the big man, Sean. You kill women,
mow down folk in the street.
The polis know it was you - funny, after all the stuff you've done,
it's death by dangerous driving they're gonnae get you for.
I said, wipe that smile off your face.
Or what? What, you going to kill me, too?
You don't know me that well, do you?
Killing guys doesn't really do it for me.
If I catch you talking to the polis again,
I'll pay a visit to that tidy little doctor's wife,
and have my fun with her - smile about that one.
That's a fine shade of purple you're going there, Kennedy.
All right, Gabe, you can put him down, you don't know where he's been.
Go on, he's not got a gun, he's not got a knife,
the polis are gonnae pick him up - you want to do time for that?
I can make bad things happen, by the way. It only takes a phone call.
BANGING ON DOOR
-TV SWITCHES OFF
-Right, we're coming.
Conor, wait. I don't like this.
OUTISDE: It's Gabriel! Open up!
-Is everyone here?
What's going on?
Adeeb, go upstairs, make sure all the windows are locked and closed, OK?
-No. Not OK.
I don't want you here, Gabriel, you know that.
I'm sorry, I really am.
You're scaring the kids. You're scaring me.
I just need to know that you're all safe.
Why wouldn't we be?
-Because Sean Kennedy's just threatened you.
Because he knows how much you all mean to me, that's why! I'm sorry.
Hang on... All that stuff you were arrested for...
Him. All him. Please...
Look, I'm asking you to trust me here.
Doesn't seem like we've got much choice.
Thank you. Right go, Adeeb.
I need to make a phone call.
I'm going to be right outside that door.
Don't open it to anybody apart from me, OK?
Gabriel, calm down. Where is he?
He's at the pub now?
Listen, mate, I... I don't know what to say.
It's OK, son, it's OK.
You all right?
Look, I've a couple of things to do.
I'll see you later.
No bother. If there's anything I can do...
I know, son.
I appreciate it.
I've a complaint to make.
There's no ice in this place.
What kind of a boozer is this?
Your kind - you made it like this.
To tell you the truth, it's not all it's cracked up to be really, is it?
-Having your own pub.
-I thought you were leaving.
Ah, see, Mr Landlord, that's all down to you now.
Down to me?
I'm having a bit of a cash flow problem.
Is that right?
I'll be needing you to open your wee safe.
What do you actually think's in there?
You've left me with nothing!
-I'll be needing your car keys and all.
-Yes, way. Now you listen...
What are you going to do? Take a look at yourself. You're a joke.
I've got more important things to be doing,
than wasting time with you - I've got a funeral to organise.
I heard about your nephew.
Aye, it was.
And I wasn't there when he died cos some pathetic wannabe gangster
was trying to push me around one last time.
-Hey, you'd better get inside.
-How, what's wrong?
-Sean Kennedy, he's on the warpath.
-What else is new?
He killed Deek Henderson. That's what's new.
Are you serious?
Aye, the polis are on the way to the Ship to pick him up.
I need to tell Raymond, before somebody else does.
You're going to give me your car keys,
or me and you are going to have a serious falling-out.
I've told you already...
Enough! You don't tell me anything.
Don't you get it? I'm not scared of you any more.
See that watch you're wearing?
That watch belonged to my nephew. I want it back.
-You should be grateful I took it.
-How do you work that out?
Well, if your nephew had been wearing it when he got hit by that car,
it would've got smashed up, wouldn't it?
D'you really want me hurt you, eh?
It's is all down to you, anyway - if you'd taught him
his Green Cross Code when he was a wean, I wouldn't be in this mess.
What do you mean YOU wouldn't be in this mess?
He didn't look both ways, did he?
He just bounced off my car like he was a wee rag doll.
Seriously. He was like a wee doll.
It was you?
What you going to do about it?
Wee nyaff should have been more careful anyway.
You got a fag?
What have you done?!
I think I've killed him.
-Oh, my God...
-I'm not sorry.
He killed Deek. I'm not sorry.
What the hell happened?!
Raymond, you're going to go to jail for this.
I don't care. I'm not sorry!
Will you stop saying that! What are we gonnae do?
Right, we'll need to make it look like self defence.
I hit him on the back of the head, Stevie.
We need to do something.
-Right, when it's dark...
When it's dark, I'll take the body out, and I'll dump it somewhere.
You cannae do that - the polis are on their way.
-They know he was the driver.
Aye! And they know he's here.
Gabriel told them. I cannae believe this.
Let me think, would you?!
What are you doing?
You wait for me outside. Don't let anyone near this place.
-Tell them you've smelt gas.
Yeah, could I have a number to report a gas leak, please?
Glasgow. No, put me straight through.
-You can't go in there.
-There's been a gas leak.
Get back! Away from the building, now!
-Away from the building, now!
Come on, Cooper!
Raymond! I've got you!
Not a word.
You! Come on, get it together.
Seal off that street!
They just found a body inside. Sean Kennedy.
The PM result says he was dead before the fire.
A blow to the head. Someone killed him.
Raymond, I didnae ask for this.
I know, Stevie, son, and I'm sorry.
I really couldn't get through all of this without you.
I'll be here, when you need me.
Missing someone isn't about how long it's been since you've seen them.
It's that moment when you find yourself doing something,
and wishing they were right there by your side.
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