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You know what I liked?

The butterfly release.

They paid for butterflies, then they had a cash bar.

Beautiful. It was bang out of order.

You've got no soul.

You've got too much.

Shite!

That'll stain!

Sure you can spare a deposit.

It's not rented, Jake.

I don't rent.

Loads.

A man from Leith with his own tuxedo.

You know, your whole problem, Jake, is you think that's a criticism.

What's that lightning?

You've turned on the heated seat.

Heated seat?

Honeymoon Kickstarter and a cash bar.

80% of the world living in poverty and folk like you are driving about toasting

their arses.

That wasn't a wedding, Jake. I'm not getting involved in this. It was a

glorified Ponzi scheme.

Max, call an ambulance.

Let's not do anything, Steve. Give me your phone. What's wrong with yours?

I'm off grid, Vodafone and I are in this one. Call an ambulance!

Fuck it, let's go. Max, we've just run someone over.

They're fine, they're just winded.

Winded? They look dry.

Jake!

No, Paus. He's dead.

Don't be stupid. He's fucking dead.

All right.

Here's what's going to happen.

You're going to be charged with causing death by careless driving, driving while

uninsured. Considering how many walks you went for at the wedding, I imagine

you're at least a wee bit stoned. You said I was insured. You said you were

sober. Well, then we'll have to pay for a taxi. Well, that's a cracking defence,

but because I let you drive my car uninsured and impaired, I'm criminally

liable and open to civil prosecution like your pal's family there. Either

way, I'll be disbarred, but on the flip side, I'll have plenty of time to come

and visit you in prison and hear how you're being relentlessly interfered

with.

Is that his?

He's called Walter.

Jesus Christ!

That's here.

He lives on this street. Jake, lose that and let's...

What the fuck?

What are you doing? What are you doing? We can't leave him here. It's not right.

We can just say we found him. Jake, you're disturbing a crime scene. This is

another year. This right here is another year of your life. Okay, okay, okay.

Shit, so what? I mean, should I move him back?

Which one's his?

Stephen. Right, well, let's get him off the street. Come on.

Right, right, right.

Here.

OK,

that could be anything. Come on.

Well, just say we've found him.

What you playing at?

It's empty.

Let's get him inside.

Death.

He played the trumpet.

We've killed a sentient being.

Barely.

Turned it on cancel.

He was dying, slowly.

We just made it quick.

There's not a mark on it.

Yeah.

Internal or his heart.

They won't look for either if they buy this.

Poor bastard just slipped away.

Come on.

Are we okay?

Yeah.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Oh, sorry.

Who goes to a wedding and argues with the bride?

It wasn't an argument. An argument suggests she had a defence.

It was a cash bar, Max. We can afford a cash bar.

Yes, but they... Not the Kickstarter. I don't want to hear another word about

the Kickstarter.

Why'd you leave? I left because whilst watching you tell the bride that she was

technically guilty of fraud, I thought, I don't want to go home with that man,

and so I didn't. Just... I wish we'd come home together, that's all. You

drove home in that state?

Jake.

Jake drove.

So, what happened to your car?

Someone reversed into it at the wedding.

Yeah. It was probably the bride.

It's Jake.

Hi. I haven't slept.

How could I?

Yeah, it was a good laugh.

What?

Max?

We've got to tell someone he's there. We can't just let him rot.

Okay, I can help you with that.

I'll be at the shop in half an hour.

You've seen your brother twice in two days. That must be a record. He's got an

illegal thing.

Sheriff Court.

Big time.

How did you sleep?

Very well, my pillows are hungry and goose down. They essentially cradle the

neck. Could we talk about the fact that we killed a man?

Why would we want to do that?

Well, don't you feel that, Max?

What?

The guilt.

Jacob is dying.

Pancreatic cancer. That's a carnival of pain. If he was here now, he'd probably

thank us. I think he'd want to at least touch on the fact that we killed him.

Look, we give him a dignified exit.

Now someone finds him, he's bruised up and there's not a dry eye in the church.

Hmm?

Here. Pay your phone bill.

We should stay connected.

At least for now.

I left my wallet at the wedding.

Fucking cash bar.

But just give me a few days. Oh, no, no, no. Let's not go through that, Sherad.

Where are you going, Max?

What are we going to do?

Nothing.

We move on.

Thank you. Thank you.

Walter passed peacefully.

If only they knew.

Would that be good, Jake? Would that be good if they knew? Just saying. You're

losing it.

Oh, I wonder why.

Going a week without sleep or reading a hundred obituaries because, believe me,

Max, that's quite a fucking combo.

Jake, they couldn't have buried them this quickly if there'd been a post

-mortem, which means they concluded natural causes, which means it's over.

All those who knew Walter are invited to celebrate his life. See?

Oh, it sounds fun. I'm going to work, get some sleep.

Christ.

Nice to meet you.

Jake. Speaking.

You're a friend of Walter's?

Walter?

I'm his solicitor.

Okay. I'm at Walter's house doing the inventory after the, well, you know, sad

news. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I heard something.

I appear to have your wallet.

Right, I think, yeah, I must have left it there when I was... Flogging them

records, I imagine. Flogging them records.

It's taking me half the bloody morning to catalogue them.

Can you wait until tomorrow for the wallet?

No problem.

I'll just leave it here, shall I? You can get it out of the way. Very good.

Yeah, yeah, maybe we could do that. Can I just come by, pick it up?

Hello, hello?

I'm sorry, Max.

I don't accept your apology.

Ready?

Let's just leave it.

Just... get them to post it or something.

No, Jake.

Because that could arouse suspicion.

And while you've probably aroused some suspicion through your signature

fuckwittery, I'd like you not to arouse any more.

So that puts me in the horrendous position of having to give you some

responsibility.

I can't go back in there, Max.

You go in.

You get the wallet.

You leave.

There are no other steps.

You know that when you're alone, I can hear you taking your home.

I'm gonna press your ears on the light, so light on the left, and away you go.

Play that car on the ground, car on your shoulder on the committee.

Morning shine that you want so low, but you come when you want to be alone.

Hey.

Hi.

Nice to see someone here with a pulse.

Yeah, well, got one of those.

Can you give me a hand?

Yeah. Thanks.

I'm Angie.

Jake you were a friend I own a record shop and I was just looking at his

records solid collection huh and vertically stacked which is crucial

Actually,

I just need to get my

For Christ's sake!

Was this a step, Jake?

Just happened.

Hey. This is Angie.

I'm Walter's niece, or was, I guess.

All right, I didn't realize. Nice to meet you. This is my brother, Max.

Do you work at the record store?

Christ, no.

What a concept.

How did you know Walter?

I met him through... Through the trumpet.

I was going to say I met him through you. They blew a little horn.

Sounds fun.

It was fine.

More fun than I bet he had with these guys.

Is this his family?

No, I made for family. This is friends and neighbors, I think. They're kind of

a tough crowd.

Well, I hope you enjoy your visit.

Funeral today, attorney tomorrow.

A few days to pack this place up, then fly home. Not exactly a vacation.

Who is this solicitor?

I can't remember. Something Scottish?

Okay.

When did you last see him?

It had been a while.

Too long, really.

I hope it was peaceful at the end.

And quick.

They're fine.

I guess the attorney will fill me in tomorrow.

Okay, well, it was nice to meet you.

What? She's it.

The one thing that can trip us up. Then why would I stay?

Because Walter's body has made it past the police, a doctor, a funeral

director, into the hallowed earth of Edinburgh. That's not your pipe.

And the only people that can at any point request that he be dug up for a

second look are family.

Would you stop?

Would you stay?

Make pals?

and leave as the only person in Edinburgh she would ask for advice.

Why me? Just a wee bit of babysitting. Then and then. But why me?

Because you're available.

And you're not entirely incapable of charm.

I feel like I'm gonna cry.

That could help.

Bye. Thank you for coming.

Drink? Yeah.

Why not?

Where are you from?

Chicago.

Love it.

Have you been?

Well, I feel like I have.

Nat King Cole.

Dinah Washington.

Sam Cooke.

Ellie Kanye.

What was he like?

I didn't really know him. He came over to visit when I was younger.

Ah, he was just your classic nice old dude.

You left him to me. The records.

What a result.

In a silver lining type situation.

Was he... Oh, Walter.

Well done, mate.

You know, the interesting thing about this is that it's Mike Garson on keys.

Wow. You guys use interesting in a totally different way.

It's interesting because...

He went straight from this to Aladdin Sane, which is, of course, Bebe's best

album, for four, arguably five reasons. It's the top three, maybe.

Oh, no, no, sorry, this isn't a debate.

This is me trying to deepen your understanding of the music.

I'm happy to tell you his best, if that's helpful.

I'd have to warn you, that would be high risk. I'll take the chance.

If you say Ziggy Starved us, you're going through the window.

Which is not misogynistic. I'd throw anyone through the window that said

Ziggy Stardust, even a child.

Station the station.

I'll take it.

I don't agree, but I'll take it.

No, no, no, no, no. You're a bad dancer. No, no. I'm just, you know, Scottish.

Thank you.

Morning. Hey!

I thought you might want some breakfast.

Oh, yeah, thanks.

What time is it? Late. You needed it, huh?

Yeah. I've been sleeping very well. I hope this is okay. I found a kind of

extreme store called Little.

It's lovely, thanks.

So, that was... I mean, that's not my usual approach, you know?

Oh, okay. I mean, I've got no problem with where we got to. That was great.

I'd maybe have just, you know, taken a little longer to get there. Or at least

pretended I wanted to take a little longer.

You made yesterday a lot more fun than I thought it would be.

Likewise.

So I need to go and see an attorney, which is a dream date for a hangover.

But maybe we could catch up later.

No, I've got to work.

You could come over.

When you're done.

Check out my empire.

I'd like that.

Well, see yourself out. Your clothes are kind of spread around.

Yeah, right.

That's a somewhat unconventional approach to babysitting.

I just... I don't know.

I was a bit pissed.

And I'd hardly eaten all day.

Well, I had a few canopies, but you can hardly call that a proper meal.

Not exactly overcome with grief, is she?

I suppose there's no rules with that stuff.

Clearly not.

Where is she now?

The solicitors.

I'm seeing her later.

Fine. Keep me posted.

Stay in the zone.

Stay in the zone.

You know it's coming.

You know it's coming.

Are we in the zone back there?

Are we? No!

I'm not in the fucking zone.

Because I was meant to be in Body Pump, but I thought that's fine.

Because someone will explain it to me at the beginning.

But instead, all you have talked about is being in the fucking zone.

Thanks. Sorry.

Don't be daft. That's the best thing I've ever seen in here.

I've seen a lot of fat men fall off bikes.

So then, like Jim Malone, there's a wee think, leans over to Elliot Ness and

says, he shuns one of yours to the hospital, you shun one of his to the

morgue.

Chicago, why?

Christ, that line. I'm buzzing just seeing it. Absolutely buzzing.

Sean Connery.

The Untouchables.

Chicago.

So what do you need?

If you sign there, I'll make the application for confirmation.

I'll take a wee copy of this and we're done. The records are all yours.

Used to deliver our milk, Connery.

Sent my mum a wee bit doolally, by all accounts, especially when he wore the

shorts. The neighbours said that Walter died in the house.

That's right.

One of them called the police.

Found him in front of the deli.

Cancer, huh?

What a bitch. Ah, well, at least it was natural causes.

You know, they didn't have to cut him open. No autopsy?

Post-mortem, we call it. And no.

Not with a terminal condition.

That's his bits and bobs from the funeral, director.

Came in a wee bit bruised, apparently.

Often happens, though, when they're that frail. It would be old.

Where were the bruises?

On his legs.

You don't think that's weird?

I wouldn't worry about it, you know?

Sleeping dogs and all that.

That's the solid gold classic section.

So it says.

You find me a record in there that's not a solid gold classic, and I'll close

this place down today.

What are these little... Oh, I do my own liner notes sometimes. Just, um, stuff

about the band and so on.

Okay.

That's relatively cute.

Stone section feels pretty light.

Nothing after 81.

Militant. Well, you got to be.

Why would the bruising... So, favorite Stones album then?

Let it bleed.

That's not as apocalyptic an answer as I thought it was going to be. Love in

vain, you got the silver.

See, the interesting thing about you got the silver is everyone thinks it's

about... Money. When it's actually about... Heroin. Why would the bruising

only be on his legs?

I tell you what, let's get Max involved.

He's a great lawyer and, more importantly, great guy.

You're sacked.

I knew this day would come.

Obviously, it's your performance and the drinking and, frankly, the odours.

I used to run marathons.

I remember.

And now look at me.

It's quite the collapse.

My wife's taken the kids to her mum's.

Well, maybe a bit of space?

She caught me drinking my doory in the soft play centre.

Right.

I mean, no in front of the kids.

I was in the disabled toilet.

Feels like a moot point.

Safe journey home.

Max speaking. You were right. Natural causes, no post-mortem. Well, I hope

that settled any concerns that your friend may have had.

Friend? And no, because the solicitor has told her that Walter's legs didn't

look too clever, which, apparently, everyone's putting down to a fall,

thankfully. Stop talking.

But now she's going a wee bit Columbo on me. Stop!

Okay.

Nice place.

It is.

So, Jake filled me in.

I really don't think you should worry about any of this Walter stuff.

No. Sad as it is, I remember him having falls.

It was all just part of his life.

I don't know if it was the medication.

It was quite endearing in a way.

It's probably one of the reasons why we loved him. Liked.

Well, I guess at that age they get a little sloppy.

Sadly so.

Who was around him towards the end?

I think he was pretty much a solitary soul. Old school loner sort

of thing.

He must have had someone.

Tell you what. If you're worried about these bruises, why don't I speak to

whoever found them, the respondent officers, and see if it looked kosher?

No, I don't want some big thing.

Oh, off the books.

I'll play golf with half of them.

I'll make the call tonight, report back to you in the morning. Sound good?

I guess there's no harm in checking it out.

How could there be?

You were a bit elusive yesterday.

I was in court.

Your secretary said you were dealing with some personal business.

Sounds exciting.

Right, yeah. I saw Jake as well.

Really?

So what's going on between you two?

40 years of winding each other up and suddenly you're best pals.

He was upset after a funeral.

I thought it was a legal thing.

It was.

And then it was this. He's got some things going on. He asked for my help.

What's so hard?

He asked you.

I'm his brother.

Well, on paper.

Max?

I'm helping him out. It's good to help people out.

Yeah.

I'm just trying to think of a time when you've helped anyone out. Of course I

have. It's like... What is it? A good turn deserves another good turn, etc.

That's not a saying. I'm paraphrasing. No, you're lying.

And you're not as good a liar as you think you are, Max.

I've got to go.

Personal business.

Work!

So I spoke to the police who found Walter.

They said he just slipped away from the telly.

Apparently he looked peaceful, happy and, their words not mine, ready to go.

Nothing weird?

No.

Well, I guess that's good news.

Thanks, Max.

We appreciate it.

Oh, did you get that solicitor's name?

Is it McKinnon?

Henry McKinnon? That's it. Fantastic.

He's kind of flaky. Oh, he's ideal.

Well, you two enjoy this little spree.

What's all this wee bollocks?

I'm just getting into character.

Isn't that clear?

This is a surprise.

Find My Wheels.

It's a cracking little app, great for supermarket car parks and when your

husband is full of shit.

This is Angie, Jake's girlfriend.

Girlfriend? And for a penny.

I'm sorry.

What the fuck is going on, Max?

It was Angie's uncle who died.

The funeral.

They're right.

He was a customer of Jake's. He was a friend first, customer second.

I've just been helping Angie with a few things, you know, pro bono until she

flies home.

He's been awesome.

They both have.

Right.

I'm sorry.

Max should have told me.

Why don't we all get dinner later?

I'm flying home tomorrow and there's got to be more to Edinburgh than this place.

Well, why not?

It's a shame you can't stay for the festival.

Yeah, I read about that.

You have to come back.

Oh, we didn't bother. It's all drama scenes in Juggler. Shall we order

another? Thanks for taking me out. That place is kind of closing in on me. It's

nice to be out.

And it's on me.

Us. So put away the Groupons, Jake.

Dick. Why don't you stay for longer?

I'm sure I can remember a few fun places to date you.

Oh, I don't know. I should really get back. Oh, come on, Jake.

Tell her to stay.

You'll not do better than this.

I've seen you back catalogue, mate, and frankly, this is a bit of a miracle.

Well, I can't immediately think... Jake, you're older at the bar.

I was on the spot. The correct answer is no, Jacob. No thanks or piss off back to

America, you lunatic.

It's just, I know it would be easier if she left in terms of the situation, but

she's pretty manageable, really.

I know you're going to say this is mental, but I've been thinking about

soul butterflies.

At the wedding, the humanist said that a butterfly has one soul butterfly in the

world and they might never meet.

And maybe there's a world in which Walter's faith wasn't in vain.

Maybe, I don't know. A bottle of the Merlot, please.

Oh, my dear God, you actually think this is a viable relationship?

Right, me first.

Failure, stop and report an accident.

Six months.

Perverting the course of justice with a fatality. Five years.

Allowing you to drive well under the influence. A year, maybe.

So six or seven years on top of the whole disbarment thing, you get all that

plus five years for death by careless driving.

There you go, kid.

Eleven years of a good day.

Eleven years, Jake. Eleven years in Sockton. If you've ever driven past

Sockton at night, you can hear screams, Jake.

Screams.

Oh, God.

It's so nice to be drunk with other people.

Happy to help.

Please stay.

You're definitely the best that Jake's ever rustled up.

Jeez, how bad were the others?

Bad.

Really bad.

Last one played the ukulele. That was a long Christmas. Well, you're safe. I

don't play anything.

Not like Max.

Oh, Jake.

He's a musician.

Max is tone deaf.

You're doing well.

Am I?

Last push, Jake.

Get on that plane tomorrow and we're home in host.

I'm not sure about that.

All right, boys.

We're friends of Walter's.

Aye. Right, aye, I heard.

We found this in his garden, and we think your camera might have picked up

whoever did it. Oh, I'm sorry, I can't help. He loved his garden.

And he loved this nun.

And for somebody to do this, it's, well... It's a right boot in the balls.

It'll just take a minute.

It's a dummy camera.

Aye.

It's funny how wee flashing red light in the darkness is enough to put the fear

of God into people.

Sorry, can't be any more help, boys. Don't, not whatever.

You've been top drawer.

Could you deal with this?

Walter's house has seen enough death.

When's our flight?

Tonight. Right. Well, enjoy your last day together. Don't cry.

Or, you know, shite yourself and confess all.

Then it's back to the Tesco value meals for one.

Sounds nice.

You know they give you plastic cutlery?

I didn't. What are they saying?

You take these things too personally. How can I not?

Hey, Max.

Hey. Last night was fun.

Aye, to a degree.

Well, safe flight. Get yourself an exit row. See, you've got ligament damage.

Can I show you guys something?

Sorry. It'll just take a minute. I've got a Saturday morning tea time at Glen

Eagle's. Now, no, that doesn't mean much to you, but... It'll just take a minute.

They were in the bag from the Undertaker.

That's how they got him. Any smell?

They've been there.

Not so much.

And the shoes are dirty, too.

Why would he be wearing them inside?

Why not? I don't know.

This, the bruising.

It doesn't really fit with the whole slipped away thing.

Angie, your uncle died of cancer.

It's sad, very sad, but you have to let him go.

Gone but not forgotten.

Something just feels a little weird.

What do you guys know about the neighbors?

Okay, look, I use an investigator.

Great guy, sharp as a tack. Why don't I have him give the house a once-over

before you go?

Sure, why not?

Great, I'll go and get them now. No rush.

I pushed my flight back a few days. I know, kind of feels like I'm not quite

done here.

Jake, what have you done with me?

You're supposed to be nipping these things in the bud.

Just as surprised as you are, Max. Yeah, but I don't think you're as disappointed

as I am, are you, Jake?

which I find highly troubling. It's difficult. I'm walking a right old

emotional tightrope here.

Jake, do you realise what's on the line? I could lose everything.

My career, my house, Claire.

Just sharpen up a bit. Tell you what, Max, you tell me to sharpen up again and

see what happens.

Here he is.

I can't take on a case, lads.

My head's minced with the baby.

Really? You look... Great.

The wife won't answer my calls.

I haven't seen the kids in weeks.

My freeview box is frozen on more form. Right.

Ever tried to whack the grand designs?

No. Don't.

Come on, Kenny. No.

You were right, Max.

There are all those awful things you said about me. I deserved every one.

Hey.

That was just tough, love.

I broke you down, and then you left before I could build you up again.

I felt that you'd finished.

Kenny, you're a good investigator stuck in a rut.

Various ruts. But this is the case that can get you out of them.

Maybe taking on a new case will show your wife that you're, you know, like,

back on your feet.

Do you think so?

Yeah.

Definitely.

Oh, I suppose I could... There you go!

Just give me a couple of days to sort it out.

Wash your face and don't be sick in my car.

He's worked for me for years.

They don't come better.

Has he been drinking?

No, no. That's just his style. Shabby chic.

Where did you find him?

On the chair.

Right, that's me.

How about a wee peek at the medical files? I'll send you a report.

OK. I'll be in touch.

Have a good evening.

Thanks for inviting me.

I'd wait until you meet the instructor before thanking me.

I'm glad you're hanging around for a bit. So am I.

And Jake must be bloody delighted.

Sweet. You know he writes his own liner notes for the records in his store?

That's kind of heartbreaking.

I know.

I think it's fair to say that Jake got the family's share of soul.

They seem very different.

They never normally spend this much time together.

Not sure what they're up to or how they haven't killed each other yet.

Hey.

Oh, hi.

It's Tina.

Angie.

Visiting for a few days. Has she warned you about... Who is ready to hurt?

Who is ready for pain?

Who is ready to enter the zone?

So how was your big gym date?

Don't take the piss. I'm not.

It was fun. Good.

I like her.

Really? Bit odd, ain't she?

No.

Other than the fact that she's into Jake.

Yeah. It's just a holiday thing.

I don't think so.

She's giving him her uncle's records.

You know, you really should try and... Yeah, I am.

Sorry. Thanks.

Seeing a lot of your brother, huh? Always.

Yeah? Two peas in a pod.

Hello, sleepyhead.

Can I have a wee word?

What are you playing at? Sorry?

Angie told Claire she's given you Walter's records. That must be worth a

few good. Is she?

That's a... connection, Jake, to him. Max, that's the first I've heard of him.

Listen, I think you've run your course with our type of return to base.

Why?

Because one wrong word from you and we go to prison.

And right now, I'm not sure whose side you're on. What's that supposed to mean?

It means I've got enough to think about without you going rogue. You've got

enough to think about? Max, I'm sleeping in the bed of the man that we killed.

Oh, to f***. Technically, it's the man that you killed. But you're right. I

should have thought about you getting to go home to your big gaff every night. I

bet that's how. Oh, don't give me that shite. Before this, you were single and

living above a chippy.

Now you've got a girlfriend, a house share and a wee earner on the way.

You're on the fucking up. That's what's really annoying you, Max, isn't it?

Any suggestion that I might be on the way up? All I've ever done is help you.

Really? I bought you the bloody shop. Yeah, you did. And now I get to sit

there day after day, lonely and bored and surrounded by the rickers I never

got to meet. Well, that's my fault, is it?

Careful marks.

There needs to be an age limit on changing room nudity. I don't know, it's

interesting. Like a journey through the history of female maintenance.

That's not a journey I need to take, not before breakfast.

We could get breakfast.

What?

Have you got somewhere to be?

No, I don't.

God, that's depressing, isn't it?

Follow me.

Okay.

Mostly does commercial law, nothing very interesting.

What about you?

Have you got a blow?

I like women.

Oh.

Well, cool.

It's cool.

Well, obviously I have deeply held moral objections.

Quite right.

And frankly, quite a lot of questions on the whole mechanics of it. Oh, you

people always do.

But I think, on balance, I can find a way to be your friend.

Then why don't you give me your number?

Giving me your number won't turn you into a lesbian, Claire.

Eh? No.

There are a few other steps.

Claire said that you're a musician.

Used to be.

I was in a band. Really?

What happened?

Just kind of fizzled out.

What's that?

Edinburgh in the 80s. Which was basically just folk cutting about town

in inflammable clothing.

Hey.

I think it's time we cut the shit.

What do you mean?

Max didn't know Walter.

And he doesn't play the trumpet.

I don't know what Max is doing, and I'm not sure that you know what Max is

doing.

But he's up to something.

Well?

Yeah, you're sort of right. Max doesn't play the trumpet.

He represented Walter in some legal business in the past, so, you know,

confidentiality and all that.

He just wants to help.

I mean, I know he's a fairly colossal prick. He always has been, but honestly,

he just wants to help.

He is my brother.

I guess you know him better than me.

Unfortunately so.

There's only the two of us left.

It's like getting water.

You're all they had, right, by the end?

Yeah.

Who's that?

Waitress. For your substitutions.

Epiphany.

That's the word, isn't it?

I mean, I couldn't spell it with a gun to my head, but that's the word.

I feel reborn.

I feel cleansed. And I know it's only been one day, one night, but it feels

like the beginning of something.

You can't climb Everest without taking a first step, do you know what I mean? No.

Totally.

And the first thing I wanted to do with this newfound clarity was to come and

apologise and, well, to have another go, if they'll allow me.

Sure.

What's going on, Kenny?

It's over, Max.

Sorry?

The booze.

It's all over.

It's all down to your wee brother.

I just can't get what you said out of my head, Jake.

Solve this case and I get my family back.

Oh, I don't think that's quite what I said. That's sweet.

I've never been more focused.

I'm going to nail this one for you folks.

Kerry, you already checked the house. There's nothing to hear.

Let's try again with a clear head.

Just one last wee look. Free of charge.

How can we say no to that?

We can't.

Fire away, Kerry.

Ow.

Always thought of the door.

What you can get from clothes?

Fragments? I'd say paint.

From where?

Well... It's metallic.

Could be car paint.

That feels dangerously subjective.

Can I have this tested? Should take around a week. I can handle this if you

need to go. I'm not going anywhere.

Okay, cool.

Is it?

Sure.

Great.

Kenny.

Let me send the sample for testing. That'll get a bit all right.

Come on, boss.

You know I need to stay in control of the evidence.

I'm by the book from now on.

Well, look, there's no rush, okay?

Don't worry, Max.

I'm on it.

I need this for all sorts of reasons. I'll give it everything I've got.

This is life-changing stuff.

Yeah.

So, I guess I'm sticking around for a while.

You glad?

Yeah.

I am.

I saw.

We okay?

You ever okay?