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I'm not one for sentiment. It's not in my genes,

but I suppose the occasion deserves it.

It's a year since Adrian went into that place, which means

that it's a year and two weeks since Adrian said

he was going to Waitrose, and then got home a fortnight later,

having lost 2st and gained a tattoo.

People underestimate the dietary value of cocaine.

What's the tattoo?

Geronimo.

It looks like Jimmy Krankie.

Where did you lose the two weeks?

Oh, it's not really about the immediate surroundings

for that stuff. No! It's about the glamour of it

which, in Adrian's case, meant a fortnight off his tits

in a Travelodge.

Oh! It was a Premier Inn.

I can't help feeling this speech has gone off the rails just a bit.

If I was one for sentiment, then I'd not thank Adrian -

that's a bit much - but I would acknowledge that,

one way or another, you've managed to pull yourself up

to somewhere near normality.

I'm glad you got there

and I hope you stay there.

She means stay boring.

Yeah, I do.

So, here's to boring.

To boring.

Mm. Mmm.

Do you like wine? Yes, it's good.

Can I get anyone coffee?

You're as high as a fucking kite.

It's over.

Obviously.

There's...

There's 100 grand, easy.

Where have you been?

I, er... I couldn't sleep.

Clearly. I went out and one thing led to another.

But the important thing is that this was an accident.

I saw an opportunity and I took it.

And this is it - this is us getting out of the hole.

I wasn't aware that we were in a hole.

Well, you know, my rehab's still on the credit cards

and there's another few, um...

Look, this is it - the way out.

We took money out of the house to pay off the rehab.

But you didn't pay it off

and you've spent that money because you never stopped.

You're pathetic. I'll sort myself out, I promise.

This is what I needed - a clean slate. You've never wanted

for anything in your life, and that includes clean fucking slates!

This is different. You know, people like you, you grow up with

so much safety that you think danger is exciting.

Well, it's not.

It's pain and misery

and desperate men doing desperate things.

I was thinking that maybe we could speak to... I'm leaving now.

I'm going upstairs, packing a bag and I'm leaving.

And I wish you luck.

Because a man like you in a world like that

is going to need plenty of luck.

I don't... I don't know what to do.

I don't know what to do next.

That's how it starts.

Go, go, go, go.

Big mistake, buddy.

Big mistake.

Argh! Agh.

OK.

Listen!

No, no!

F-oldin' Money by The Fall

♪ I went to the bank just to get a little money

♪ When he told me their requirements I started feeling funny

♪ He said, "You ain't got a house, you ain't got a plot"

♪ I ain't got a window and I ain't got a job

♪ But it takes a lot of blue-backs to satisfy my honey

♪ If I could get my hands on some f-oldin' money

♪ Well, I went to the social just to get a little pension

♪ I was sorely in distress I was getting some attention

♪ They said, "You don't get a copper, you don't get a dime"

♪ That's why I broke his jaw

♪ That's why I'm doing time

♪ But it takes a lot of blue-backs to satisfy my honey

♪ If I could get my hands on some f-oldin' money...

♪ And then I got a letter off my lawyer in the city

♪ He said, "You're gonna come and see me - boy, it really is a pity"

♪ Those savings you got in the casino disappeared

♪ And he went out the window real quick, honey

♪ And I'll do it all again but it may sound funny. ♪

I don't have a story.

Not yet.

I sit here and I watch you tell your stories and I'm grateful,

because you let me sit here without speaking...

...then count another meeting,

another day.

I've done 100 days and...

...maybe I'm close to one where I tell a story, too.

Thank you.

How do you do it - sit there and offer up your worst moments?

Well, offering them up robs them of something.

I don't think about who I was before I came here.

Neither do I, but the more I talk about who I was in there,

the more I leave him in there.

Give it a go when you're ready.

Nice motor!

It was his pride and joy.

Divorce, you know.

Little victories.

Where are parked? Er, round the corner.

Maybe sometime we could...

I don't know, meet and do what people do when they don't drink.

Tea! Oh.

Is that what people do - meet up for cups of tea? Um...

We-we... We can't meet up, um,

not away from here.

Oh, right, um...

It's sort of, um, sort of frowned upon.

Yeah, I get it.

Yeah. You can call me, if you like.

Um, I'm only just in the door myself,

in the grand scheme of things, but... I'd like that.

See you later. See you.

I'll bring that back.

It is important, Roy, to recognise that things have changed.

Very good.

I accept the fall. The fall was deserved.

Perhaps, at some level, the fall was needed.

What I cannot accept is how far it is being suggested

that I have fallen.

It's disproportionate.

It's not right.

I see.

Because there's another way it could have gone.

A way where I would have barely fallen at all,

but others would have, Roy.

You would have,

but I didn't pursue that option.

I kept quiet.

I sat in that cell

for two years with...

...a lunatic for company,

and kept quiet.

And so I'm asking you, with respect,

to soften the fall.

Two years.

The game's crooked.

I'm a lawyer.

Well...

Now, you're out

and wounded, and bitter,

and greedy.

This is not greed.

It is many things, but it is not greed.

I've already granted you the greatest favour I can.

I have allowed you to continue to breathe the rich air of Edinburgh

and you'll continue to do so as long as you're...

Ha... irrelevant.

Just...

...need a piece...

...of what I had, of who I was - just a piece.

And I can get myself back from there.

No matter who you are, Max...

...you come out of there

and you find that your old life has run for the hills.

Except that it hasn't run very far, though, has it?

I mean, this was my business.

And you owe me for this, for everything.

Even if that were true, I can't engage with you.

Not now that I'm legit.

Not now that you're dirtier than ever.

You are still falling, Max.

You have yet to land.

And if you're looking for salvation...

...you should aim a little lower.

Damage.

The damage you do...

I wasn't exactly spared damage myself.

How was it?

It was dispiriting.

Jake?

Chicago. That's where the keys came from, anyway. To his flat.

Where, astonishingly, I currently reside.

No note?

Keys were the note.

Kenny, you once suggested to me that we work together as partners.

It's a cause of not inconsiderable surprise

that that idea now makes a sort of sense.

On a business level.

And... on another.

I feel guilt, Kenny.

For the way I treated you.

This is a chance to rectify that.

I've heard you're doing OK.

Now it's time for you to do even better.

Let me tell you how I've spent the last two years.

A morning meeting.

The day's graft.

And evenings at Sighthill College.

Now I'm two years dry, I get the kids every other Saturday

and I've got an HND in legal services

which, as you and I both know,

means I'm licensed to produce legal documents.

And you're not.

You're disbarred.

So you want to produce legal documents on my license,

that's all this is.

There's no guilt.

That's not an emotion you would entertain.

The HND leaves you somewhat lacking in legal expertise,

which is why you're working out of a shithole in Leith

and have made the catastrophic decision

to name your business Burns Investigations.

It's my name. It sounds a little niche.

Oh, we've had the odd misunderstanding.

Still living in Pilton? Hamilton Borders.

Remember this moment, Kenny.

This is when your life turns.

Me and you.

Legal services for the good people of Leith.

Your licence, my knowledge.

Start small, get bigger.

And get out of Pilton.

If you're working under my license, you're working under me.

With you.

As partners.

This is your last resort, isn't it?

Coming here.

And it's you all over, Max.

Thinking too much of yourself and too little of me.

What are you saying, Kenny?

I'm saying you're right.

This place needs a bit of work.

So maybe that's where we start.

A wee... trial run.

Good. That'll do you now.

Fuuuuck!

Yeah?

Did you do it?

I did.

So you're serious.

Yeah.

I never thought I'd see you like this, Max.

I share your surprise.

I want a better life.

I can give you it.

You'd be working for me.

I'll be working for you.

Hello?

Dad? How are you?

Well...

I'm calling you.

It's good to hear from you.

Shame about the circumstances.

You're hearing from me because of the circumstances.

Tell me about Adrian's family.

They gave up on him.

Few rehabs ago.

But I presume they'll come looking eventually.

A police detective will file a missing persons report

which will say that Adrian left suddenly.

That he had a troubled private life.

That he took his passport,

emptied his account

and was sighted at the airport.

And why would a policeman do that?

Because I'll suggest he does.

Tell your friends he relapsed,

you kicked him out.

You're sad, but it's hardly the first time,

and you've got to move on.

And what about...

...the other one?

He has a regimental tattoo and smells like a brewery.

Ex-Army, full of drink and owns a gun.

We can make that look...

...the way people would expect it to look.

The money?

I don't want it.

Not like that you don't.

But cleaned up, legitimate, it becomes something else.

It becomes enough to repair the damage he's done.

And to give you a break from men like him.

I don't want it.

And I don't need it.

Really?

I heard about your business.

And cocaine's expensive.

This isn't going to be what you hope it's going to be.

I've managed without you for a long time.

How's that working out?

I couldn't help noticing when I was down there...

...that the other one hasn't been dead as long as Adrian.

Are we finished?

Go to bed.

There will be some coming and going, but you stay up there.

It'll be daylight in three hours.

Give it four for safety.

Then come downstairs and this is all gone.

A new day.

Thanks.

For calling me.

I don't know anyone else who does what you do.

You won't believe me, but...

...I don't do this any more.

♪ The birds they sang

♪ At the break of day

♪ Start again

♪ I heard them say

♪ Don't dwell

♪ On what has passed away

♪ Or what is yet to be

♪ Ring the bell

♪ It still can ring

♪ Forget your perfect offering

♪ There is a crack

♪ A crack in everything

♪ That's how the light gets in... ♪

Thursdays.

They were the problem.

Because on Thursdays, I work the same shift as my ex

and I should pick him up.

She's this New-Agey sociopath

so she seemed to think

we were fucking mates or something.

She would always slip something into the conversation,

and I'd miss it at the time.

Then that night, it would grow and grow inside me.

And... the only way to...

So I drank.

Then Thursdays got so bad that, on Friday, I had to drink

just to get past them.

Then the fear of Thursday took down Wednesday,

but that was a case of Wednesday, Thursday, Friday.

Less than half the week.

Then my colleague got promoted over me.

That made Mondays hard.

Going back to that.

So Monday went.

The thought of it took down Sunday and, I mean...

Tuesday was just sort of hanging around feeling sorry for herself,

so I put that out its misery.

So that's six days. Not great.

But it was OK.

Because of Saturday.

I ran on Saturdays.

Up Arthur's Seat - it's, like, ten miles.

Then I came home and I cleaned and I washed, and I slept.

And it was safe.

Then one Saturday, I was at the top of Arthur's Seat,

looking out over the city and...

...feeling halfway good about myself.

And there she was.

My ex's wife.

Tits and Lycra with not a drop of sweat on her,

and talking about the healing power of clouds.

And that was Saturday gone.

That was when... That was when I started drinking in...

...in a way that I had to take me somewhere, and...

...I'm glad.

I'm glad it took me here.

Thank you.

Feel good?

Yeah.

Particularly when I got to slag her off.

Hmm. That's what this place is all about.

Slagging folk off and shit coffee.

Ah, Christ!

Maybe we can meet up, you know?

Not here. Really? I...

Look, I'll be fine.

"Fine"?

Good.

It would be good!

If you put down your deposit...

There we go, Max. Honest toil.

Nothing like it.

The work is its own reward.

Conan Doyle said that.

Did you know he grew up in a flat on Picardy Place?

Yeah. There's a rather large statue outside of it.

Now, I was thinking our priorities...

Oh, here we are.

Right. Thought I'd do my bit to kick us off.

A niche.

That's what we need.

Something to get people's attention, get them in the door.

And I landed on...

...a brilliant niche.

Wills.

Wills?

£99.99 - a hundred quid will.

Can you imagine it?

It's a hard thing to imagine?

Well, that's just to get them in the door. You see?

Because when people think about their wills,

that's when it all comes tumbling out.

Estrangements, kaput marriages, money disputes.

So they hear about our deal on wills, right?

They come in, they take a card...

...and soon enough, they're back for more.

More paperwork for you to draw up.

A wee bit of the old investigatory for me.

What...

What's going on here, Kenny? That's an owl.

I see the owls. I'd struggle not to see the owls.

The owl, as you should really know, was the Roman symbol of justice.

They'd have them...

They'd have them caged in their courtrooms,

which is a wee bit cruel, right enough but...

My issue with the owls is that they are so plentiful.

Now, now, Max. Let's stay positive.

Conan Doyle grew up on a one-bedder with no shoes on his feet

and a dad in the Royal Asylum, and look where he got to.

It's a terrible thing, getting old.

All the things you thought were dealt with,

they come back stronger

just as you get weaker.

And maybe that's it.

Maybe I'm going soft.

Either way, you're right, Max.

I owe you.

A lot of men lose their nerve in that place, but you didn't. So...

A wee gesture.

And, err...

...a bigger one.

Clean it.

Take your usual cut.

Give it back.

Thought you were legit.

I am. That's why I'm here.

What's this come from?

I'm... I'm not involved in this.

You're looking well, son.

Considering what happened the last time you were in my vicinity.

Let's keep you looking well.

This isn't help.

Roy...

...this is something else.

I just haven't worked out what yet.

Clean it and give it back.

We're not doing it. I can clean it in a day.

Our cut would be the first step to setting up properly.

Up town.

This isn't what this is going to be, Max.

Me, you - this place isn't going to be this. I agree.

And it won't be, after this.

The thing about Roy asking you to do something

is that he isn't really asking.

If he's legit then the money isn't his.

This looks like the kind of money that people'll come looking for.

Well, you can't lose.

We clean it or we get caught with it.

Well, whoever's money it is,

they don't know it's missing yet.

How'd you know that?

Because they're not here.

It's a tracker.

So why don't we see who comes looking for it?

Hey!

There's debt I didn't know about.

He's been forging my signature.

Well, at least he had one talent.

If it's safe, I'll take it.

I thought you might.

It's in motion.

How are you doing?

Leith Legals?

Should be busy. You'd think so.

Are you done?

Yeah.

How clean is it?

Spotless.

Send it here.

Not directly.

I know how it works, I invented how it works.

You're running your own messages now?

Do you like Westerns, Max?

No? Escape.

That's what they've been for me since I was a boy.

At the Alhambra. The foot of the Walk.

Sunday double-bill.

The good stuff, you know?

John Ford, Howard Hawks.

Men that knew their way around a story.

And I still escape into these stories,

just like at the Alhambra.

Last night, I couldn't.

Because I kept thinking, why did you ask me that?

Why did you ask me where the money was from

when you know how it works?

That was because of him.

Kenny.

It's his license.

I feel...

Ach, I don't know - I feel responsible for him,

I suppose, to a degree.

Not many men go inside and come out better.

Well, I couldn't have come out worse.

Where is he?

AA. So that's what's wrong with him.

I mean, you should've seen him before.

Do you trust him?

More than I trust you.

If I'd walked past this place a few months ago

and seen us sitting here like this,

I'd have thought,

"You fucking bitch."

Sitting here fresh as a daisy with a peppermint tea

and a good-looking bloke while I walk to work

because I'm too scared to drive.

I used to feel sorry for people.

Normal people.

I convinced myself they were all living these empty lives.

Like, I'd be walking about half-cut,

freezing cold because I lost my jacket three pubs back.

Trying to find the bus fare home.

"Look at all these poor bastards with their boring lives"

"and their nice, warm jackets."

I have to go to work. Same.

Legal services, common practice.

Right.

You don't have to, um...

We... we share what we want to share.

I'd like to do this again.

So would I.

The thing about blind trusts... Do you have a card?

Blind trusts are supposed to stop conflicts of interest

to maintain purity and honour.

But the law is no match for humanity.

And so there is another form of blind trust.

Which is about diversion, confusion, building a maze.

That's what they tried to do with your blind trust,

but they didn't do it very well,

which is why I know it's yours.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

You're the sole beneficiary of a blind trust stuck together

by a bunch of hack lawyers working for a man called Roy Lynch.

I see.

Is he an associate of yours?

No, he's not.

I didn't think so.

Is your husband home?

No.

I used to have a house like this.

They come with pressure.

The kind of pressure that might lead your husband

into hiding things in your name.

The kind of pressure that might send him to Roy Lynch.

We're separated.

This is my house.

So tell me, in what capacity are you here in my house

asking me these things?

I'm setting up the trust.

This is my due diligence, making sure everything's above board.

Should I speak to the police?

Lothian Police?

Christ, they couldn't get a cat out of a tree!

No, no, no. I'll, eh, sort this out myself.

You're a long way from Leith.

And your owl sanctuary.

My partner designed those cards.

He's an alcoholic.

Thanks for your time.

♪ What moves you to act the way you are?

♪ What moves you to fall into their arms?

♪ What moves you to wish each other harm?

♪ What moves you to act the way you are?

♪ What moves when you beat each other down?

♪ What moves when you act the way you are?

♪ What moves you to fall into their arms?

♪ What moves you to beat each other down? ♪

You diddle me with your dealing.

I don't know how you do it, but you diddle me.

I called him.

Dad.

I saw him. I'm sorry.

You must have been desperate.

It won't happen again.

Just because I don't have anything to do with him

doesn't mean you shouldn't. He's got his uses.

I don't. It was just...

It won't happen again.

But you'll be pleased to hear that Adrian's gone.

Oh.

How can you tell me that, love,

and expect my old heart to take it?

He wasn't... wasn't a bad man under it all.

Under the trousers.

What kind of Scotsman rises in the morning

and decides that his very best option

is to spend the day cutting about town in a pair of red trousers?

Well, I'm happy you're happy.

It's all right to aim upwards, love.

God knows I wish I had,

but you don't have to settle for that.

Can you move in with me now, Mum? No.

Here, I'm just about bearable.

There, I'd be a pain in the arse.

It won't happen again.

Can you write these up, Yvonne?

Sorry, I've been up to my ears all day.

I'll be here all night.

Well, that'll keep you out of trouble.

How's it going, with the other thing?

Fine, thanks.

And you're being careful?

Well, in this job, anything like that, any weakness,

folk can use it against you.

I'm aware of that, Stevie.

I'm being careful.

Well done, pal. I'm... I'm proud of you.

It's safe, anonymous.

Withdraw what you need when you need to.

Who's done this?

My team.

A lot of demand for blind trusts in Leith, is there?

We're not in Leith any more.

But it's not...

...what it was, it's...it's legal work, uptown.

We've got a view of the castle.

From the toilet window, right enough,

but it's a view all the same.

You're not taking my money.

You're getting something out of him,

a silver lining,

for what he took from you,

for what he made you do.

I spent so much time trying to get away from you.

And here I fucking am.

Growing up in this city with my name...

...if you've been a boy, you'd have maybe been proud,

or a wee bit gallus with it,

but you were embarrassed.

You thought running away from me would make life easier,

but you got that backwards.

You should have embraced who I am.

Because that's who you are.

People used to say to me,

"Do you wish you had a boy to pass it onto?" But...

...but it's not about sons and daughters.

It's deeper than that. It's about what's inside.

And you're forged from steel, Erin.

I saw it in you from when you were a wee girl.

And I see it now.

And I saw it when I was down those stairs back there,

thinking about what I told you when you were young,

that we don't call the police

and how that's still there inside you.

You are me.

And I'm getting old.

And there is a kingdom.

And it requires an heir.

Thanks for the money.

I'm watching you, son.

Sorry? I'm watching you.

Scouting around,

picking off stragglers.

What are you suggesting?

It's the weak ones, isn't it?

I mean, we're all weak, but even then,

I saw you hitting Moira's yesterday.

She's half cooked wi' dementia.

What can you be peddling that's going to help her?

I'm not peddling anything.

I'm offering a highly attractive property investment

that will offer financial security to some of your fellow residents.

The new flats at Leith.

They're yours to sell, are they?

Yeah.

Which means I'm busy.

Which means wind your fucking neck in.

Best of luck to you, son.

Tastes Good With The Money by Fat White Family

♪ Ornamental kindness

♪ Heats both of my hands

♪ Ooh, ooh

♪ It tastes good with the money

♪ Tried to figure my way home

♪ Via the Hollywood Hills

♪ Mm, mm

♪ It tastes good with the money. ♪

Is he still here?

What do you think?

What's that?

Well, he's filed a missing person but he's cocked up the registration.

Hmm. Been too long out the trenches, that one.

What's he doing his own filing for, anyway?

I don't know. Here. I'll enter it again.

How'd he get it?

The DI position over you.

He used what he had.

♪ It tastes good with the money

♪ I'll never look at a tower block

♪ The same way again

♪ Mm, mm

♪ It tastes good with the money

♪ And one more faith

♪ Bursting into flames

♪ The air up there Now fresh and clean... ♪

He'd no' have done it.

Suicide.

Coward's way out.

He wisnae a coward.

That's what I'm saying!

♪ Sketching ruins in the dark. ♪

Nice dog.

In 1588, a ship from the Spanish Armada was wrecked on Skye,

and the only survivors were three white dogs.

Clan Donald took them, fed them,

kept them away from the local mongrels

and bred them for centuries.

They called them West Highland Terriers,

and they kept them a secret for 200 years.

You can keep anything secret if you work hard enough.

Someone told me yesterday I wasn't capable of guilt.

And he was right.

Feelings like that -

guilt, love, happiness -

they don't touch the sides.

I've always needed something...

...more, something deeper.

When I was young, it was fear.

Fear of being found out,

being discovered in worlds I didn't belong in,

I didn't have the breeding for.

Then fear turned to greed.

And that did a decent job for me, too.

In prison,

those first few weeks...

...I was lost.

I was twisting in the wind.

I tried guilt, don't get me wrong.

How could I not?

Late at night, lying in a cell in the dark,

you'll try anything.

But it didn't work,

because guilt's about looking back

and what I needed, what I've always needed

is something that can help me now.

Something to drive me.

Something to grant me purpose.

Because a man like me...

...he needs something to draw on.

A man like me, he needs some...

...heavy fuel.

And then you came to see me.

And I found it.

What I needed.

Thank God.

I found it.

Revenge.

It's revenge.

Into The Valley by The Skids

♪ Into the valley

♪ Betrothed and divine

♪ Realisation's no virtue

♪ But who can define

♪ Why soldiers go marching?

♪ Those masses in line

♪ This disease is catching

♪ From victory to stone

♪ Ahoy! Ahoy!

♪ Land, sea and sky

♪ Ahoy! Ahoy!

♪ Boy, man and soldier

♪ Ahoy! Ahoy! Deceived and then punctured. ♪