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Sean Kennedy cost me my livelihood.
Because of him, I wasn't there when Deek needed me the most.
When he was scared, when he was dying.
I killed Sean Kennedy, because someone had to do something!
HE SIGHS Go back to your friends, Raymond.
I can't deal with this right now.
Eileen, what are you saying? I need you.
It'll be OK.
Raymond, you killed somebody. Nothing's OK any more.
How you feeling? HE YAWNS
Drink this. I'll run you a bath.
You don't have to.
-I've ironed your shirt.
Well, I want you to get ready, so we can have breakfast together.
-I don't feel like eating.
-All the more reason.
-Come on, we can grab something at the cafe.
-Won't you be late?
Well...you're worth it.
Anyway, I want to see the salon now it's finished.
I know it's not easy, but I'm here for you.
I was really excited about the salon,
but now I just feel guilty for goin' ahead.
Well, you miss him.
-Can I have a word?
It's the insurance. Talk about jumpin' through hoops.
-I'll catch up with you.
-What happens now? What do I do?
Just keep your mouth shut and it'll all go away.
Just trust me. It's under control.
Cooper in yet?
-I like it.
I thought about changing the name,
but Deek said clients were used to it,
and we should build on an existing reputation.
That's good advice. Thought about an opening date yet?
I don't know if I can face it, now that Deek's...
Robbie, don't do this to yourself.
Everything just seems so pointless.
You know, Robbie, you're still really upset.
-I don't want to make things worse by rushing into this.
Maybe we can put the date back, until you're ready.
MOBILE RINGS Damn.
Actually, sir, I'm just in the middle of something. Can I call you back?
On you go. I'll be fine.
-OK, I'll see you later.
Some state, eh? Shame.
Let's not pretend we're mates, eh?
Still, Kennedy's gone now. I'm sure the insurance will cough up.
-It's an ill wind.
-You got something to say?
Just glad to see you grew a pair.
Hiya, stranger! How's Daddy's wee boy, eh?
-What did he want?
-Oh, never mind him.
Every time I try and call you,
-I'm getting an answering machine or your sister.
-Are you surprised?
I'm meeting the insurance company later. They're dragging their feet.
Then I've got to go through all of Deek's paperwork.
I could really use a hand.
-I need to go and pick up the keys from the estate agent for my new office.
-I don't think I can face it on my own.
-We're going to be late.
See you, wee man.
I walked Robbie to work.
How is he?
Must be tough.
Still, onwards and upwards, eh?
The Super wants this case closed.
Where's the forensics' report on the poker?
I haven't heard back from the lab yet.
Those geeks will play Angry Birds unless you tell 'em to get their backsides in gear!
I'll get onto it.
-I'll hold onto this for now, thanks.
Kennedy's father's here to see the officer in charge of the enquiry.
-Detective Constable Cooper.
-I'm sorry for your loss. This must be a difficult time for you.
These are your son's effects. Wallet, keys, the things he had on him.
I'm just glad his mother's not here. I lost her some years back.
When will his body be released?
Actually, sir, it may be a while before the enquiry's concluded.
-Well, I know these thing drag on, but...
-I'm afraid the blast wasn't the cause of your son's death.
Um, The post mortem found no smoke damage to his lungs,
which suggests he died some time before the blast.
What, you...? You mean my boy was murdered?
That's one of the theories we're pursuing.
And d'you know who did it? Who was behind it?
-Our enquiries are still ongoing.
-You must have some idea?
Like I said, our enquiries are ongoing.
Well... I'd like to see where it happened.
-There's not much to see there, sir.
-It would mean a lot to me.
-How'd he take the news?
Shame. Seems like a nice old guy.
So much for "like father like son".
True. The old man's much worse.
Billy the Butcher.
He'd take you apart and then write a hymn about it.
-Moved abroad after a long stretch.
A guy insulted his missus.
So he covered him in petrol and set him alight.
For insulting his wife?
-Big believer in family, our Billy.
-Great(!) He wants to go to the scene. I said I'd take him.
Where's the DNA reports on Raymond Henderson and Stevie Burns' clothes?
I didn't want to waste time. It's not like they're suspects.
I know that, but the Super wants everything done by the book.
Makes it look like we care.
We need a result.
-Go over anyone with a motive and no alibi.
Start with Tony Reid. Get a tail on him.
-See if he's been behaving himself.
We need to find Kennedy's killer before his father does.
Was anyone else injured?
Just the owner.
-What does the R stand for?
Was he badly hurt?
No, just cuts and bruises, slight smoke inhalation.
The last time I saw Sean was at his ma's funeral.
Well, he's with her now.
The fire was concentrated on the first floor. Seems like a gas leak.
Maybe the killer was covering his tracks.
Well, we're still looking into things.
My son's dead, the pub's been torched,
-and you're still no further forward?
-I can assure you,
we're doing everything we can.
If there's anything else you need...
Just find who killed Sean...
..so they can get the justice they deserve.
-Right, you fancy a wee bacon roll out the cafe?
-Get me one when you're at it?
I've got college in half an hour.
You go to the cafe and I'll stick the kettle on. Deal?
All right, Will? Come on in.
I need the clothes you wore on the night of the fire.
What, so you can set him up like you did my Uncle Gabriel?
-Come to think of it, I cannae mind what I had on.
-Why do you want them?
-It's routine procedure. Now if you don't mind?
They'll be in the laundry basket. I'll get them.
Women know all about clothes, don't they?
Spend enough time shoppin' for them.
You all right?
Well, no great, obviously, but...as good as can be.
I mean, circumstances wi' Deek and the pub and a' that, y'know?
-Seriously, I'm fine. Honest.
Thanks. You'll get them back in due course.
Right. I'm going to get ready for college.
-Aye, I'll see you out.
Ah! Morning, Scarlett.
-Be Christmas before we know it.
For the Christmas Club.
-I take it you'll be joining up again this year?
Our money'd be safer aff in Jimmy's sock drawer.
-I mean, they bankers. Cannae trust them, can you?
Well, just let me know if you do want to sign up.
-You all right, son?
Och, Bubba, it's gonnae take time.
Gie your wee mammy a hug.
-Look, I better get back to work. I'll see you after, all right?
Poor wee Bubba's awfy down.
Scarlett, he's... he's just buried his best mate.
I know, but he needs somethin' to take his mind off things.
-And I've got an idea.
A special family Christmas.
Oh? And you know what you're getting?
-It's October, woman!
-He needs something to look forward to.
We'll pull out the stops and just go for it.
-And where are you gettin the cash?
-Now you're being negative.
-I'm just being realistic.
-Well, we can get some extra shifts.
-Get a wee Christmas kitty goin'.
-Aye? You've worked all this out, eh?
Aye, we'll just see what everyone else says, won't we?
-Like they've got a choice.
-Thanks, darlin'. How, er...?
How you feelin'?
Aye, all right.
Me an' Jimmy's just been chatting.
How'd you fancy we all have a big special family Christmas?
Sounds good, but we're skint.
Ach! Look, we need somethin' to cheer us all up, especially wee Bubba.
-How's he been wi' you?
-Oh, he's...just kinda numb, really.
-Y'know what he's like, he'll bounce back.
-And so will you, darlin'.
-I'm just keepin' myself busy.
Wish I could keep myself busy, I've no' got a job the now.
Oh, Eileen, has Raymond said anything about opening the bar up again?
Far as I know, he hasn't sorted out the insurance.
Can I get a latte, please? >
Lucky white heather, eh?
-Guess, we'll just need to break into our savings.
You get the piggy bank an' I'll get the hammer.
Any word from the insurers yet?
First Deek, and now the Ship.
I tell you my heart goes out to him. How's he bearing up anyway?
I haven't really spoken to him.
Och, I suppose once the flat's done up, you can move back home, eh?
How, what's wrong? Have we overstayed our welcome?
I'm sorry. I've just got a lot on my mind with the new office.
Murray said Raymond's going through Deek's papers today.
So he's going to find that hard to do on his own.
-Forensics need your shirt from the day of the fire.
There's nothing to worry about. Any dirty shirt'll do.
-You said it was under control.
It's just routine.
I'll see you later.
Loads of these are not really for the taxman.
They're for us...? KNOCK ON DOOR
If it isn't wee Lenny Murdoch.
Billy. Long time, no see.
True. But it isnae you I'm here to see.
Gabriel Brodie. Billy Kennedy. Sean's Da.
-You worked with my son?
-And hated every minute of it.
Sorry if I'm not sympathetic, but thanks to him,
-I'm looking at two life sentences.
-So you'd a grudge?
You better believe it.
But kill the one guy that could clear my name?
So you say.
Leave it, Billy. He's one of mine.
Look, you think what you like. I couldn't care less.
I could make you care, son.
Oh, I doubt that, but you might put me out my misery.
Seein' as how your boy there cannae help, maybe you can, Leonard.
-I want to know who murdered my boy.
-Sir, the clothes are bagged and tagged and with the lab.
-Not before time.
-Heard anything on Reid?
Shouldn't I ask the questions?
Surveillance haven't got back to me yet.
Any news on the murder weapon?
I haven't had a chance to check with forensics yet.
-I was with Kennedy's father, sir.
Well, while you were off sight-seeing,
I did your job for you and got this from the lab.
They finished with that yesterday!
-And they found another print.
-Well, they could've called me.
You're meant to be leading this investigation.
You should be on top of these things.
The fingerprint's bloodstained.
Must've been made after Kennedy was struck.
I'll run a check, sir.
Only if you're not too busy(!)
I've got a meeting upstairs.
Have the report on my desk when I get back.
I'm not stupid. I know it wasn't an accident.
I've had my ear to the ground, but so far, no feedback.
I just want to bury my boy next to his ma.
Come on, Billy, it's me you're talking to.
Yeah, I mind you when you were still stealin' cars.
Look, if you're holdin' out on me.
I mean, I know there was a bit of bad blood between you and Sean.
-Maybe you just didnae want him on your patch.
Our interests never clashed.
And if they did, I'd have came to see you first.
Just go home, eh? Let the polis handle it.
-The body'll not be released for months.
Blood calls for blood. You know the script, Lenny.
It's your golden years, Billy. Why waste them doing time?
Ah, time's isnae the issue.
According to the quack, I'll no' see the New Year in.
-Sorry to hear that.
Henderson, the guy that owns the boozer, what's the SP on him?
He's a civilian.
This Tony Reid character's a face. I done a wee bit of digging myself.
Seems he and Sean had a deal that went wrong.
Your boy was lucky to get away.
Reid got carted and bailed.
Mind you, I've heard he's set up HQ in Sean's old gaff.
Well, we'll soon see about that.
Yeah, well, watch yourself, cos he's no mug.
And he'll be under surveillance.
I'm just a harmless old man, Lenny, back to bury his son.
Aye. You said.
What the hell are you two playing at?
-I went out on a limb and you lied to me!
-What're you on about?
-He was there. He was with you when Kennedy died!
-No, I wisnae!
-Your print was all over the poker, Stevie!
I was trying to protect him. I didn't know how you'd react.
I was already covering for you! And why didn't you tell me the truth?
-Cos I didnae want to go back to the jail!
-Well, we'll all be going there if this gets out.
Why couldn't you just be straight with me from the start?
My career, my whole life, is on the line cos of your lies!
Oh, and Kennedy's dad's here and he's asking all sorts of questions.
His dad's here?!
Yeah, and he's dangerous.
So if he comes anywhere near, keep your mouths shut.
Think you can manage that?
-Sorry, I didn't realise...
-It's OK. Come in.
I was just leaving.
Thanks, lads. I'll see you later.
Right, er... I'd better head back to the Ship, then, eh?
What's happened now? In fact, don't tell me, I don't want to know.
-Maybe I shouldn't have come.
No, don't go. Look, I've got all the insurance stuff
to deal with - thank God I renewed that - on top of Deek's paperwork.
I really could do with some help.
I mean, you're here now anyway.
Thanks, I really appreciate this.
I'm doing it for Deek.
Get out there and work your arse off.
You lot are gonnae pay back every penny that scumbag owed me.
I'm goin', Tony, gie's a break!
The hell are you?
On you go, hen.
-Tony Reid, I take it?
You knew my son.
Correct. We'd a deal, an' I lost money cos of that clown.
-Sounds like you'd an axe to grind.
-Too right. But your boy disappeared.
By the time I heard where he was, he'd copped it in the Tall Ship.
Now his debt is your debt.
So take it out of my pension.
-You taking the pish, old man?
-Do you no' see the bizzies out there?
I just want to find out who killed Sean.
So do I. I want my dough!
Oh? Oh, no? Y'think I clipped him?
You cannae get cash off a corpse, ya stupid old git.
You might have fancied taking over his business.
Sean got his kicks out of young birds. Maybe you do.
-But I'm no pimp.
-You could've been sending a message.
I've a message for you.
Beat it before my associate shows you out personally, cops or no cops.
Is your hearing aid working, Granda?
CUTLERY CLINKS IN THE KITCHEN, SHE SIGHS
I've been goin' over our books.
-We've got books?
-You seen the size of the last gas bill?
-Well, turn the heating down. You could grow tomatoes in here.
-Aye, that's right, blame me!
If that bar hadn't blown up, you'd be in it.
Anyway you slice it, we're skint.
< DOOR CLOSES
-You're home early.
-Aye. Robbie's rearranging the salon, so we're not open yet.
Well, bring them here. There's no point losing clients.
It's all hands on deck now wi' Christmas coming up.
-Christmas is months away!
-# Ding dong, merrily on high(!) #
You could look for a wee part-time job,
for when the nail bar's no' busy, help out wi' the family finances.
Er...haud the bus! My digs are on time every week, so don't start me.
-Oh, that's how it is, is it?
-Aye, I pay my way.
And I've a business to run and a boy I to bring up mysel'.
-Except when you want me to baby-sit, when you go out on the razzle.
-Once in a blue moon?
-He is your grandson!
-An' you're my daughter.
And you'll do what you're told in this house, lady!
Nothing like the Christmas spirit to keep the family together, eh(?)
Thanks again for doing this.
He was an old head on young shoulders, Deek.
His book-keeping puts mine to shame.
He's made me his executor.
And he's left Bob and Stella £2,000.
He was a good boy.
My dad's watch...
he's left it to Stuart.
This is so unfair, Eileen.
I shouldn't be looking at the will of a 25-year-old.
He was just a kid!
KNOCK ON DOOR
Hello, er, I was wondering if I could have a word with Raymond Henderson.
I understand he stays here.
-You from the insurance?
My name's Billy Kennedy. I'm Sean's father.
-You'd better come in.
-I should go.
Would you mind putting the kettle on?
-Come on in, Mr Kennedy.
It's Cooper again, can you re-run all prints on the poker?
None of them match any of our suspects. Thanks.
I'm running it again. The new print's smudged.
Could be Kennedy's for all we know.
Or a glove. If our killer's as smart as he seems,
he wouldn't slip up on something like that.
I spoke to the surveillance boys. The old man's turned up at Sean's flat.
Tony Reid's hanging out there.
It's probably where the deals are going down these days.
-Oh, to be a fly on that wall.
-I could get a warrant?
He'll just say it's not his pitch.
Right, I need a result here.
-And, more importantly, upstairs need a result. You get me?
Yeah, hold the line. ..Sir!
Tony Reid's just been to a travel agents.
Oh? I think we should have a wee chat, don't you?
We can't stop him going on holiday, though, can we?
No, but won't do any harm to rattle his cage a bit.
Bring him in.
Buying a ticket to Tenerife? Care to explain?
Fancied a break, somewhere hot.
I'd have asked you, but... people talk.
Thought you might be taking Billy Kennedy with you.
You can tell the guys tailing me that their car needs a wash.
-So what were you two talking about? Trying to sell him guns too?
Sounds highly illegal.
-Like skipping the country?
-Hmm. What's the matter?
Old Man Kennedy scare you, thought you best get on your toes?
Yeah. I'm petrified of some old pensioner.
I've seen what he can do with a butcher's knife and a blowtorch.
What's this all about? Anything I say is inadmissible.
I would read up on that if you want to make sergeant.
Look, I'm warning you. You're not untouchable.
See? Now YOU'RE scaring me.
I'm not a weed like Kennedy.
Pull me up a close an' we'll see what happens.
-Sean told me all about you.
-I don't know what you're on about.
Like I know nothing about those guns.
-You were trying to avoid trial.
-Why? My brief says I'll walk.
Soon it's gonnae be business as usual. Great thing about my game -
I don't have to chase clients. They cannae get enough.
Where were you when the pub exploded?
You know I wanted Kennedy alive and kicking.
if you've no more questions?
Show Mr Reid out.
I couldn't believe it when the police said they'd found his body.
-I mean, we were shocked, weren't we, Eileen?
-Yeah, of course, uh-huh.
How long...had Sean been in business with you?
Only a couple of months, but, er, we'd gotten pretty friendly.
I hope he behaved himself.
Knowing Sean, he could be...
He could be quite demanding at times. A bit of a handful.
Well... Let's just say, he was a businessman.
Sharp as a tack, but fair with it.
I just hope the police get to the bottom of what happened.
I mean, it just seems odd to me
that the explosion took place after Sean died.
You've no idea why he was upstairs?
All I could think is he might have been looking for me.
As I say, we'd become friends.
Unfortunately, Sean had enemies as well.
You didn't see any strangers hanging about the bar that day?
I've been over and over this with the police. II didn't see anyone.
I hope they catch his killer soon, so as he can rest in peace.
Sean, I mean. Not his killer.
Well, he's obviously open for business.
And I don't believe his boast about the guns charge either.
It's no boast. According to the Fiscal, without Kennedy,
-we can't prove anything against him.
-It's obviously him.
You're given a bag, you open it and hand it back, that's not possession.
-They were his guns.
Without Kennedy, we are dead in the water.
We need new evidence if we're gonnae pin anything on Reid.
Speak to the witnesses again.
Somebody might remember something they didn't think was important.
-And see if forensics can clean up that print for us.
Hey, if you can't make this happen, I'll find someone who can.
You need to change your statement.
-Thanks for the tea.
-I'm just sorry I couldn't be more help.
-No, it's a big help.
DOOR CLOSES >
How could you behave like that after what you did?
Would you rather I told the truth? I was backed into a corner!
The lies just came so easily to you! It made me feel sick!
I was terrified and I wasn't fooled by the harmless old man routine!
Have you no remorse at all for what you've done?!
Kennedy was a parasite!
Bleeding my business dry, terrorising you and wee Stuart.
How can you be so callous? You killed that man's son!
If I'm the bad guy, how come Will hasn't locked me up?
He understands. Why can't you?
How would you feel if somebody killed one of your sons?
-He killed my nephew!
-Two wrongs don't make a right!
-They make a bloody good reason, though!
Kennedy had it coming!
We need to put this behind us and move on.
Don't you see? I didn't have a choice.
You had a choice all right, Raymond.
And you just made the wrong one.
Reid's nothing to do wi' it. I've never stuck anybody in!
I'm no' doing it.
You don't have a choice any more.
Look, Stevie, the charges against Reid'll collapse.
He'll be free to flood Glasgow with guns. He deserves to go down!
-What, for murder?
-Would you prefer it you and Raymond?
Look, the DCI is close to finding something.
Sign the statement.
Stevie, those guns kill people. Do you really think Reid gives a damn who lives or dies?
-They'll wonder why I've changed my story.
-Leave that to me.
Just remember, you saw Reid go upstairs just before the pub blew up, all right?
Look, I'm telling you, Stevie, it's the only way out of this.
You look how I feel.
Look, I fell out wi' my ma.
She wants me to get an extra job!
-How, what's brought this on?
-She wants a big family Christmas!
-Aye, she said.
-An' see once that woman gets an idea in her heid,
it is tunnel vision time.
I know, but she is doing it for Bob.
Well, she's worried about him. He's dead depressed, Kelly Marie.
-Even said he was gonnae shut up early the day.
-Oh? That's no' like our Bob.
Look, your ma just wants to look after her boy and her family.
It's nice she wants to cheer everybody up.
Wish I'd had a ma like that.
Hi there! Just thought I'd pop in for a cup of tea.
Aye, well, hope you've brought your ain tea bag, cos we're skint!
What's she on about?
-Never mind him.
I just wanted something for Bubba and all of us to look forward to,
-but we cannae afford it.
-Aw, I see.
Best Christmases I had were during the war, when nobody'd any money.
-Ah, here we go, all our yesterdays!
-Listen, I'm serious, Jimmy.
Everybody got together an' mucked in. We'd some rare times.
Ma, weans aren't happy wi' an orange and a bag of nuts any more.
I know, hen! but you've got to prioritise.
Save where you can! Like booze, for instance.
You suggestin' we turn teetotal?
-SHE LAUGHS HEARTILY
Don't be daft! Here...
Did I ever tell you about my grandfather on my mother's side?
Aye. I cannae settle.
I keep expectin' Deek to come an' pester me then...
Then I remember an'...
It's hard for us all, son.
I saw Robbie earlier on.
Looked like he was in some kind of trance.
Anyway, look, I've come to tell you...
Deek left you an' Stella £2,000 in his will.
I dunno what to say.
There's nothing to say.
-He'd a big heart.
-No, I mean...
who else our age bothers wi' a will?
Take it easy.
He thought the world of you.
-You want something?
-Tell Raymond Kennedy's old man's in town,
-he's looking for answers.
-What's that got to do with him?
Well, the old guy's no' one for wee boys to mess about with.
Well, he's already paid him a visit.
Anyway, Raymond needed your help long before now.
Wasn't my problem.
Still, your man solved it.
-I never thought he'd the grapes?
-He's not my man.
-And Raymond didn't want Kennedy dead.
He just wanted a gun to shoot rats in the cellar.
Hi, um, look, I'm really sorry about the way things have been between us.
It's not like you planned it, eh? It was heat of the moment.
That's what I've been sayin'.
So why did you ask Lenny Murdoch for a gun?
Don't deny it.
I was scared. My business was going down the tubes,
-I didn't know which way to turn.
-So you thought you would commit murder?
What do I do? Let him destroy my life the way he destroyed Deek's?
He deserved what he got.
I don't know you any more, Raymond.
And I don't want you anywhere near my son.
So if I were you, I'd get myself a really good lawyer,
-cos, believe me, you're gonnae need one!
-Don't worry, I will.
And he'll be the best that money can buy,
cos I'm not gonnae let anyone ruin my life again, Eileen.
And that includes you!
Right. Apples, plums, bananas. Did you get the tatties?
My Grandpa was famous for his moonshine.
-Paddy's Potcheen they called it.
-Wonder it never killed him.
The only thing he did in moderation was moderation. Ha!
-Mind you, he was 98!
Scarlett, hen, you said you wanted a family Christmas.
Well, this is a family recipe, and you can take it fae yer mammy,
there is no better way to get a party goin'.
Oh, heids up. It's the lodger. Where've you been kicking your heels?
-Actually, I was at an interview with a temping agency.
-Good for you.
Means you'll have to baby-sit more if they find me something.
But at least I'll be out working my fingers to the bone for the family.
Darlin', I'm sorry. I just had a bee in my bonnet.
I wanted things to be special.
Are youse two gonnae help or no'? This moonshine'll no make itsel'.
Moonshine? What's the brown bread for?
Yeast, for fermenting. Did you learn nothing
-at home economics?
-I must've missed the day we learned to make hooch!
Hooch?! Youse off your heids?! That could make us go blind.
-Away you go!
-What makes you go blind is m...
There we go, that's us!
Sorry, to bother you, darlin', but I was just wondering
if you could clear up a wee matter for me.
I really want to get my wee boy back and give him a snack.
I remember Sean at his age.
Wild as the heather.
-So what I can help you with?
See, listen, God forbid that
somebody would want to hurt your wee boy, right? God forbid if they did.
I mean, you'd want to know what happened, wouldn't you? So, you see, I was wondering...
..why nobody else was injured in the fire.
I mean, apart from Sean, was Raymond all by himself?
-Sorry, mate, we're not open.
-Aye, I know, son, I know.
The name's Kennedy.
I hear you knew him.
..no' really knew him.
So...what was that cop Cooper sayin' to you earlier?
-Don't mess me about, son.
He was asking if we'd seen any strangers hanging about,
that day the bar went on fire.
Henderson told me he'd been through all that with them.
-Aye. He was asking me but.
-You said, "we"?
I hear Raymond was your boss?
Mm-hm. Aye, I work behind the bar.
You're gonnae be out of a job for a wee while, then, eh?
Any idea what caused the blast?
They say it was a gas leak.
Well, I take it you weren't here when the place went up, then?
Nope. No, I was at my bird's house.
So you'll no' know what happened?
Well, thanks for your time, son.
One mair thing.
GROANS OF PAIN
D'you think I'm stupid?
Who killed my son?
You scream and you're dead.
I told you...
I wisnae there.
MOBILE PHONE RINGS
Yeah, not bad.
Bob dropped by.
Yeah, he's getting there.
It helped get my head a bit straight as well.
I was thinking we should just go ahead with the wedding.
It's what Deek would've wanted.
I love you.
Yeah, me too.
Sir. Looks like we've got a result.
I went over the statements with the witnesses, like you said.
Steven Burns. Turns out he saw Tony Reid in the pub the day Kennedy was killed.
Why didn't he tell us this at the time?
Fear of reprisals? But it's there in black and white.
He saw Reid go upstairs just before the blast.
Get Reid back in. Let's see him wriggle out of this one.
I knew you'd get there. Eventually.
I don't know anything.
Honest! Please, just gonnae let me go!
Henderson's bint says you were there, shouting about a gas leak!
Why would she lie?
I don't know!
She was telling the truth.
And you better start doin' the same, you filthy piece of garbage!
We can do this the hard way or the really hard way!
-I've told you!
-I don't know anything!
-You better start taking me seriously, son.
KNOCK ON DOOR
NICOLE: Stevie? Stevie, are you in there?
Shut it or I'll shut it for good.
That your bird, eh?
Is she cute? Is she a wee cutie?
Maybe we should bring her in here. Find out what she knows.
Nicole doesn't know anything, Mr Kennedy, I swear!
But you do, Stevie, don't you?
I don't know who killed your son, I really don't!
I know you're keeping something from me. You and that lanky cop.
Well, Stevie boy, one way or another,
one of you's is gonnae tell me what is goin' on.
He, it's Cooper here. I...
Hang on, I'll call you back.
Aye, hello. It's Billy Kennedy here.
Aye, hello. Listen, er...
one of your friends would like a wee word with you.
Aye, here is.
Will? It's Stevie.
He's got me at the Ship.
Just get yourself down here.
'And come alone. Any cops an' he's a dead man.'
Why the hell would Billy Kennedy kidnap Burns?
He saw Raymond hit Sean over the head.
Henderson killed Sean Kennedy?
You've known about this from the off.
Hence the delay with the DNA reports and the fingerprints on that poker.
You imbecile! Are you insane?! Have you any idea what you've done?
HE EXHALES LOUDLY
perverting the course of justice, manufacturing evidence.
Forget your career! You're talking jail and serious time at that!
The only reason you're not in a cell this second is because I do not intend sharing one with you!
-You'll have my resignation in the morning.
-No, no, no, no.
Falling on your sword's not gonnae help you, or me.
-Right, we need to act, and we need to act now!
-I'll call for back-up.
We do not need a hostage situation.
And I don't need internal affairs rooting through my files, finding out you made a fool of me!
-What if Kennedy harms him?
-You'd better pray he doesn't!
Can you bring my car round to the front now, please?
..get yourself down to the Tall Ship now
before we end up with another dead body on our hands.
-Myself? Then what do I do?
-I'll tell you!
You'd better get it right, for everyone's sakes!
HE COUGHS AND SPLUTTERS
Your friend better get here soon, cos I'm not known for my patience.
Don't worry, son.
Shootin's far too quick for somebody that killed my boy.
I'm gonnae take you apart bit by bit!
Before I'm finished...
you'll be begging to tell me everything.
Please, don't hurt me.
I never did nothin', I don't know anything!
Have it your way.
Aw, looky here. Look what the workers have left.
-Huh? Things are gonnae get really interesting.
Please. Please, I'm begging you!
This is your last chance. Who murdered my son?
I don't know!
Right, in that case...
Leave him! He's telling the truth.
Take it easy. I'm by myself, just like you said.
You stay where you are.
Look, I'm telling you. He doesn't know anything.
Aye, he does. And so do you.
You tell me now or I'll kill the both of youse.
Don't push me.
-Look, I can't tell you anything, it's a murder enquiry.
So who killed him?
-I've told you, I can't.
-You've got three seconds to give me the name.
It was a guy called Tony Reid!
He and Sean had a deal that went sour when we nicked him.
Sean owed Reid money. Why kill him?
It's a daft dog that bites itself.
Because freedom means more to Reid than money.
I've seen Reid. He's not banged up!
And he won't be. His brief's blaming Sean for the guns.
And Reid'll walk, because your boy can't deny.
That's the whole reason why he was killed.
The truth is, Tony Reid took your son out to save his own skin!
-And he made sure he left no loose ends.
Well, two can play at that game.
You better see to your pal there.
I need an ambulance to the Tall Ship straight away. Yeah, cheers!
GUN CLICKS TWO GUNSHOTS
VOICES ON POLICE RADIOS
-The old man shot Reid.
Two behind the ear. Very professional.
Tell the morgue to release Sean Kennedy's body.
And advise forensics we won't be taking this enquiry any further.
I said I'd resign, sir.
And have the Super asking all sorts of questions? Not a chance.
You'll be flying a desk for the foreseeable future.
Put one foot wrong, you're history! Got me?
This case is closed. Burns puts Reid at the scene.
He had the motive, opportunity,
and he's dead.
How come the surveillance team didn't see Kennedy coming?
They were distracted.
They were on a tea break. Taking a leak.
Oh, keep up, Cooper!
I don't like this. Having a criminal in the house.
He is not a criminal, Malcolm!
-If you say so.
The evidence is pretty damning.
-What, he's gonnae take the rap?
You think I should please guilty? You're meant to be on my side.
It's not a matter of sides! You need to weigh up what you've got to lose here!
None of this is my fault! Youse are the only ones I need to prove myself to!
Prove what you like, it makes no difference!
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