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This car's falling apart.

I know.

Did we get the "machete on
the night bus" story in?

-No, I couldn't see it.
-Oh!

It's bloody freezing
in here.

Going to get that heater fixed?

I don't think I can stay
in the call car for much longer.

Of course, you'll be the editor
this time next month.

I completely forgot.

What's wrong with working
in the call car, anyhow?

Where else
would the paper get

its surreal vignettes
of Glasgow life?

-Come in, Alpha Four.
-Shh.

We have reports
of a disturbance at 45...

A disturbance.
Bearsden.

Well, it's posh.
It may be worth a look.

Need a car
over there immediately.

Repeat,
reports of a disturbance at...

* Looking like a born-again

* Living like a heretic

* Listening to
Arthur Lee records *

* Making all your friends feel
so guilty about their cynicism *

* And the rest
of their generation *

* Not even the government

* Are going to stop you now

* But are you ready to be

* Heartbroken?

* Are you ready to be

* Heartbroken?

* Well, you better
get ready now *

* Baby

* Ready to bleed

* Ready to bleed

* Ready to bleed

Can I help you?
You live here?

Daily News.

What's the story?

Well, a gang of unruly surgeons
have been wreaking havoc

in a fracas over
a bottle of Beaujolais nouveau.

Very funny, Burns.

McVie. Meehan.

Nothing for yous here.
Noise complaint.

Shouting, slamming doors.

-Bearsden? Heaven forbid.
-I know.

The carpets 'round here
are so thick,

you feel that your feet
have been cut off.

Hey, what's the difference
between a porcupine

and a house in Bearsden?

On a porcupine,
the pricks are on the outside.

Oh, I thought
that was a cop shop.

Ignore him.
He thinks he's a comedian.

That woman
has blood on her face.

She wants us to leave it.

She's a lawyer.

Vhari Burnett.
There's not much I can do.

If she calls us out again...

-Alpha Four, do you receive?
-...take some action, OK.

Come on.
Let's go.

And you two, away and rake
some muck someplace else.

Right, let's get out of here.
This is not going in the paper.

Vhari Burnett? Have you
seriously never heard of her?

-No.
-Top lawyer for Amnesty?

She gets beaten up,
that's news.

She gets beaten up by
Arthur Scargill, that's news.

She gets slapped across
the kisser by her boyfriend,

that's not.

Then what's CID
doing here?

McVIE:

Hello.
Paddy Meehan. Daily News.

George McVie.
If we could have a word.

It won't take two seconds.

We just wanted to know if you've
been beating up your wife.

Can I apologize
for my colleague?

Or are her injuries
in relation

to a case
that she's been working on?

Shut up, you.

Or are her injuries related

to a case
that she's been working on?

Look, I'm a -- a colleague
of Miss Burnett,

and I'm sorry to say

she's had a wee bit
too much to drink.

But thank you
for your concern.

Now, I needn't stress
how important it is

that none of this
reaches the paper.

Vhari's a very
successful lawyer.

And if word got around that
she couldn't handle the sauce,

well, it would, uh --
it would damage her reputation.

But, uh, thank you very much.

Good night.

50 quid.

-You dancer.
-What are you doing?

-Keys.
-We can't take his money.

Keys.

Listen, take the 50 quid.

You need it.
Your family need it.

What difference
does it make?

Devlin's not going to
publish this.

"Lawyer gets pished"?

She looked scared.

Phone it in.
Be my guest.

Ah.

Right.
It's past the dead hour.

Some bastard must be
killing somebody somewhere.

I think
you've been overcharged.

Going to have to check
with that man.

I cannae see
how it's that much.

Been a mistake.
It couldn't be that much.

You been out already?

Thought there might be
some lead

down by the old factory
at Eastfield,

but somebody beat me to it.

Just so you know,
the phone's not working.

-Cut off?
-Did I say that?

It's just
temporarily out of use.

Eviction notice?

Give us that.

I thought we paid the back rent.
How much do we owe?

Don't worry about it,
I'll get work soon.

How much, Dad?

About 145.

Put your money away.
You're paying enough already.

I can look after
my own family.

Where exactly are you going to get
that type of cash?

So how was last night?

Did you hear about that woman
being killed?

-It was just on the radio.
-No, I missed that.

Oh.
Better luck next time.

I just report the news, Mum.
I don't make it happen.

What else?
See any sights?

Give us your chat.

First, we went to a car crash.
Nobody was hurt.

Oh, you must have
been disappointed.

And then we went to the
police station in Anderston.

Then a disturbance
at Bearsden

and just drove about Easterhouse
for a few hours.

Bearsden.

That's where that woman
was killed, wasn't it?

In the First Division,
Meadowbank Thistle...

Will you turn that off?
This isn't just your room.

Shut up.
I need to hear this.

The name of the victim
in the Bearsden killing

has been announced
as Vhari Burnett,

a well-known lawyer
in the city.

She was found dead at her home
by police officers

at 6:30 this morning.

McVIE:

-Can I speak to you?
-Aye, sure.

In private.

This is bad.

That guy killed her, McVie,
and we took money from him.

Ah, when you put it like that,
it does sound sort of bad.

You don't know he killed her.

He could have been
long gone by then.

We need to tell Devlin.

You keep your gas at a peep.

Tell him, by all means,

but miss out the bit
about the 50 quid.

Do you want your jotters?

'Cause he'll have us
out of here so fast

your face will look as if
it's been in a wind tunnel.

No.

Now, if this government

spent as much money
on modernising the pits

as they do in trying to destroy
the trade union movement,

we would have a sustainable
industry and a future.

So when did you
get the call?

Well, is it -- is it definite?
Is it signed, sealed, delivered?

Yeah, sure.

We'll make another
statement later on --

Hey, I got a call from
Partick Marine Police Station.

Apparently, you were at this
house in Bearsden last night?

They want to talk to you.

No problem.

Yeah, well, is there
anything for us in it?

Anything you can write up?
Any hook?

-We weren't there very long.
-Just got a glimpse of her.

Well, that makes you

the last person
to see her alive, doesn't it?

There's your hook.

Jesus, Paddy, do I have to
do your job for you?

Yeah, I'm still here.

I want a hundred-word
description, all right?

Scene at the house, atmosphere.
Book-end it with facts.

And I want it in before you go
out on the call car, all right?

Anything else I should know?

No.

All right, then.
Piss off.

Support the miners!
Support the miners!

Support the miners!

It's Meehan, right?

Your reputation
goes before you.

I heard what you did
on the Baby Brian case.

So, what can you tell me
about the Bearsden call?

I spoke to the man
at the door.

Did you see
the Burnett woman?

Yeah. She, um --
She had blood on her face.

I think she'd cut her lip.

Cut her lip.

She had her teeth pulled out

and her skull caved in
with a hammer.

She was found curled up
behind the door

by somebody that came
to pick her up for work.

Tell us anything else?

Yeah, um, the man,
he spoke with an Irish accent.

He wore red braces,
expensive shirt.

He said
that he was a colleague.

And there was a red car
parked 'round the back.

You never mentioned that.

Just assumed it was hers.

Do you think there's some kind
of Irish connection?

Provos, maybe?

What I think is my business.

Is that it?

On you go.

Is there something else?

One para for four nights
in the call car, Meehan?

You driving 'round
with your eyes shut?

If it doesn't happen,
it doesn't happen.

But it did happen,
didn't it?

A good old-fashioned murder,
and you missed it.

There's a, um --
a miners' strike on as well.

Just in case
you haven't noticed.

Is there?
Is there really?

If you want to
make yourself useful,

at least bend over
and give the sideliners

somewhere to stick
their pens.

Just so you know,
Mary Margaret from the Press Bar

is telling everybody

that you've got a dick
like a cocktail stick.

Jesus wept.

McVIE: What's the score?
Something happen?

-What's up?
-They've sold the paper.

I knew this would happen.

They'll use this
to crack the unions wide open.

The negotiations have been
going on for some time.

They just, uh
forgot to tell us.

Who's the new owner?

McCallum International.

They took over The Examiner
in Manchester,

started editing on computers,

printing up off-site
at a fraction of the cost.

Holy shit.

Printing in color.

-Color?
-Mm-hmm.

Typing through three sheets
and two carbons --

It's a dying skill, boys.

Just as well.
You could never do that.

That's 'cause his finger
was always up his ass.

Aye, keep laughing.
All the way to the dole queue.

Maybe it's not
all doom and gloom.

Yeah, well,
you're about to find out.

Hey, the new editor-in-chief
is on his way up the stairs.

Name's Maloney.

So I want everyone in here,
including secretarial.

Now.

Well, come on.

You're about
to meet your new boss,

so at least look professional.

Pronto, Tonto!

Hold up, comrades.

Uh, hi.
Devlin, editor.

Welcome to The Daily News.

Is this
the entire newsroom staff?

Uh...
Yeah, more or less.

Good.
I have a few words to say.

Well, the floor is yours.

I'm told
that a successful newspaper

treats its workforce
with respect,

values experience

while nurturing new talent
and taking risks.

I'm told this.

Unfortunately,
I don't believe it.

This is a provincial paper
in a provincial town.

And please don't start
banging on

about Glasgow being
the second city of the empire.

This place does not have room
for two broadsheets.

But if there's
only going to be one,

I want it to be
The Daily News.

You need to start attracting
some new readers.

Nationally.

Well, that's the good news.

The bad news
is that not all of you

will be embarking on this
exciting new journey with me.

At least 20% of you will go.

We are going to be
leaner, meaner, and keener.

That's enough showboating.
The NUJ will have some--

You tell the NUJ
there's a new sheriff in town.

This paper has a tradition.

Well, if you don't like it,
piss off.

They're looking for a new
features editor at The Guardian.

Although not one with
a second-rate CV like yours.

Careful.

I don't have
anything to lose here.

However, if you do stay,

at least you'll be able to save
the hacks that deserve a job.

If you go?
Bloodbath.

Why me,
if I'm so second-rate?

Your CV is.
You're not.

No, you've done
a good job here.

It's just times are changing,
and you need to adapt.

I'm not saying you've got to
go downmarket, you know?

Swing from the soft left
to the soft right,

you'll pick up circulation
in no time.

And I can choose who stays
and who goes, yeah?

Right.

I picked up today's edition
at the airport.

It's dull.

We'll kick off the new look
with a big story,

but from an angle
that your readers don't expect.

We need to make it clear
that this paper has a new voice.

Which is?

We'll go
with the miners' strike.

But let's go after
the union leaders.

We'll do a piece highlighting
their rank hypocrisy.

Their big cars, holiday homes.

I ain't saying
we're going to get a shot

of Red Willie McDade
in his Jacuzzi,

lighting a cigar
with some poor sod's giro.

There's a lot of support
for the strike up here.

You know, at Polmaise
they don't even need pickets.

Devlin, the miners
don't buy your paper.

They buy The Sun.

I'll be taking that desk
over there

until I get upstairs
refurbished.

Don't think she's a Partick
Thistle supporter, do you?

We need to
hand that money in.

That might be tricky.

I slapped mine
on Widow's Fortune

in the 1:30 at Doncaster
this morning.

Still running.
Heh.

But it could be evidence.

The cops saw him.

He'll be in the clink
before you know it.

No, what we need
is a juicy story,

keep our jobs.

You still eating them things?

You should lay off
the fish suppers.

I've never had
any complaints.

Really?

Because for someone
with a reputation as a lech,

I've never actually
seen you with a woman.

Appearances can be deceiving.

There's been plenty.
Don't you worry.

They're not exactly
kicking your door in

for a mad shag, are they?

Was it someone special?

Is that it?
Did she break your heart?

That's right.
I'm like Humphrey McBogart.

I'll always have Rothesay.

Alpha Four,
members of the public

have found a body
floating in the river

by the old boathouse
near the Clyde Bridge.

Do you receive me?
Over.

Let's go.

Oh, come on.

Come on!

Listen, uh, you go.

That, uh, fish supper
isnae sitting too well.

There's an ambulance
on its way.

Just where do you think
you're going?

It's all right, Tam.

What's going on here?

Nothing exciting,
I'm afraid.

Some guy dead in the water.

Something in the river
must have ripped open his face.

Suicide, I'm guessing.

Maybe call it in as possible
foul play, just to be safe.

They drag a DS out here
for a jumper?

Aye, D.C.I. Sullivan
wanted me to check it out.

New boy.
I got all the best jobs.

So, what are
you doing tomorrow?

What, you can't work
that call car 24-7.

That'd be slave labor.

You choose your moments.

Not the most romantic setting,
I know, but needs must.

I don't know
when I might get another chance.

And you don't see peepers
like yours very often.

20 quid.

Credit card.
Business card.

Mark Thillingly.
Law Society.

Amnesty International?

Anything else
you'd like to know?

Like Vhari Burnett.

What, you think this is the guy
that was at the Burnett house?

No, it's not the guy I saw.

But he could have been there.

Maybe he killed her
and topped himself.

"Support the miners"?

I'll see you later.

So, what about
that drink?

I'll be in the Press Bar
tomorrow night.

We need to call this in.
Another lawyer.

Fits in with
the Vhari Burnett murder.

That could be
the amateur dentist.

Could be.
Name's Mark Thillingly.

Oh ho ho.
Good girl.

Hail Mary full of grace.

Our Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women,

and blessed
is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Going to do that somewhere else?
I need to sleep.

I've decided.

I'm going to take
holy orders.

I know what you're going to say,
but I've been thinking about it

ever since I saw the Holy Father
at Bellahouston.

Father Michael has got
a place for me at Taizé.

It's an ecumenical camp
for young Christians.

Just to try it out.

See if it suits me.

I know what I'm doing, Paddy.

I just want you
to have a life --

wild adventures,
passionate love affairs --

not spend it praying
in some cold, grey room.

There's more to it
than that.

And what about Dad?
He's up to his eyes in debt.

They need another wage
coming in.

He said it was OK.

I let you be
who you want to be.

Hear the good news, then?

She doesn't know
what she's doing. She's 18.

She's throwing her life away.

Becoming a bride of Christ
is throwing your life away?

You've brainwashed her.

I don't have time
to brainwash anyone.

And if I did,
I would start with you.

I prayed every night that
one of you would find Jesus.

I set me heart on it.
So don't you spoil this.

Mary Ann has got her whole life
ahead of her.

I'm not listening to you,
Patricia.

You're surrounded by sin.
You peddle in it.

No, I don't!

I want to do good
just like Mary Ann,

only in a different way.

How?
By making up lies about people?

By hounding them?

By writing about
your own family,

if you think
it'll get you ahead?

You're happy enough
to take my money.

Dad can't get work.
We've already had to move once.

Now we've got another
eviction notice on the table.

Don't you think Mary Ann
should be bringing in a wage?

She doesn't need a job.

She has a vocation.

I mean,
Devlin didn't even call him in.

Just gave him the bump
over the phone.

Who?

McFadden.

He did that column
for 10 years.

He was practically
an institution.

Now he's going to be
living in one.

Who's next?

I think we should all go
and get steamboats.

Good call.

Listen, I've made a decision.

I'm going to tell the cops about
the 50 quid, and so should you.

This about the Burnett case?

'Cause I've got nothing
to give you.

We both know
the guy dragged out of the Clyde

wasn't the same guy
we saw at the house.

Well, maybe there was
two guys at the house.

What about the guy
with the braces?

We haven't traced him yet.

Wait, this might help.

Braces gave it to me.

It should have
his fingerprints on it.

Why haven't you given this
to us sooner?

Didn't know
if it was important.

Aye, you did.

Look, he forced it
into my hand.

He made out that
he was doing her a favour,

try to keep her boozing sessions
out of the paper.

Look, no need to explain.
Nobody's squeaky-clean, eh?

Get that analysed.

Meehan!

What do you make of
our new editor-in-chief, then?

Be nice to have a woman
in charge.

Probably best
not to get too chummy.

How come?

She's not cut
from the same cloth as you.

And I mean that
as a compliment.

-McVIE: How's it going?
-You're in the clear.

Oh, my ass was flapping
like a flag in a hurricane.

Wait till Maloney
gets her hands on you.

Then you'll know
all about it.

I know.

Did you clock the trouser suit?
Armani.

What kind of wages
is she on?

Down that.
I've got an idea.

Support the miners!

Support the miners!

Support the miners!

Support the miners.

How do you know about
Armani trouser suits, anyway?

You wear sheepskin coats
and dodgy ties.

Hardly Don Johnson.

I can't wear Armani
because I can't afford it.

Doesn't mean
I can't appreciate it.

Why do you want to
talk to them, anyhow?

Oh, count me out.
I'm allergic to patchouli oil.

Bye-bye!

-Support the miners!
-Support the miners!

Support the miners.

Stop Thatcher
destroying the coal industry.

Cheers.

Did, uh, any of you guys
know Mark Thillingly?

Worked for Amnesty. Lawyer.
Supported the cause.

Who wants to know?

Daily News.

Support the miners!
Thatcher out!

If you knew him,
talk to me.

I'm on your side.

He was in the student union
a few days ago.

He seemed fine.

-Where did he usually work?
-Easterhouse Law Centre.

His suicide
couldn't have anything to do

with the Vhari Burnett murder,
could it?

I don't know.

They used to be an item,
so I heard.

When was that?

Years ago. At university.
Before he married.

He finished it, I think.

Didn't stop his wife
being jealous, though.

Him and Vhari had been
working for the NUM,

trying to find ways
to stop the government

confiscating their cash.

Don't think she liked it.

-Uh, what was his wife's name?
-Diana.

She was always going on at him
to give up his work for Amnesty,

get on in the world.

Bit of a true-blue Tory,
by the sounds of things.

The police think
he killed Vhari, don't they?

I don't think they know
what happened.

He didn't.

He got out of breath
climbing up a flight of stairs.

Honestly, he was emotionally
and physically incapable

of doing that to anyone.

Thank you.

Get your old-man balls
off that chair.

This is my desk.
This has always been my desk.

We need it for training.

We do "A Week in the Life
of a Miner's Wife."

The strike through her eyes.

Food parcels.
No Christmas pressies.

Scabs.
Families torn apart.

Then we do a breakdown of what's
in an average food parcel.

-Who gives and who doesn't.
-No.

We're going
with a different angle.

Is the food poisoned?

Are they stealing it
from one another?

I don't want solidarity.
I want dirt.

The NUM's money's
being sequestered.

They can't put it in banks.

Red Willie's moving
his money around in suitcases

so the government
can't get their hands on it.

You find out exactly
where that money's going.

And if you can't,
you just make up some

less-than-flattering theories

about what they're doing
with it.

Go on.

Sullivan wants to see you.

We got a set of prints
off your 50 quid.

I'd better go.

Lafferty.
You ever heard of him?

-I know the name.
-You should.

He's one of the ranking
gangsters in the city.

Was he
at the Burnett house?

Do you know a woman
called Vhari Burnett?

I was in the Lucky Black
till 7:00.

It's a snooker club
in the Calton.

That isn't what I asked you.

Do you know it, Sullivan?

I could swear
I saw you skulking about.

Either that or there's a wino
in there that's your double.

I'm always
in the Lucky Black.

It's a wee home from home.

We found an object
at Vhari Burnett's house

the night she died.

Got your prints all over it.

Can we wrap this up?

I'm missing
my aerobics class,

and my core needs to flow.

Know what I'm saying?

If his alibi checks out,
we'll just have to release him.

I mean, technically,

he could have touched
that 50 quid anytime.

It links him to Mr Braces,
though, doesn't it?

You follow Lafferty, and he'll
lead you straight to him.

You can't let him go.

I'm the only one
that ties him to the crime.

What if he comes after me?

He won't.
You can't identify him.

I've told no one about the note.
Neither has Gallagher.

By the way, you can't use
any of this, Meehan, all right?

Do we understand each other?

Eh?

- Hello?
- Hi, there.

Could I speak to Karen Burnett,
please?

-Who wants her?
-It's just a friend.

I'm calling about her sister,
Vhari.

I haven't seen her
since last week.

Do you have a work number
for her?

I've tried, but she's not there.
It's -- Here.

Um, 063 29 87 46.

If you manage to speak to her,

tell her the rent's due
next week, will you?

Hello. GCHQ.

So she says,
"I've got a sore finger."

And the doctor says,
"Is it your whole finger?"

And she says,
"No, it's the one next to it."

McVie!

By the way, did I tell you
what Devlin said

about my miners' wives idea?

What's up?

Burnett's sister worked for GCHQ
in Cheltenham.

The intelligence-gathering
place.

-I know what it is.
-Well, she was a data analyst.

-So?
-So they say she's on leave.

Her flatmate hasn't seen her
since last week.

Where is she?

Lying on a beach somewhere?

With her sister dead?

Mm.

There's a link between
the death of Vhari Burnett

and Thillingly's suicide.

Her sister's missing,
and we think

that might tie in as well.

Uh, we're not sure how,
exactly, yet.

But we think we might be able
to find the killer

before the cops do.

And then what?
'Cause we can't print it.

And why not?

'Cause we could
prejudice the trial.

If you're sure you know who
the killer is, I say print it.

We'll just call their bluff.

We'll tell them
sue or be damned.

And what if we're culpable

for getting a killer off
on a technicality?

It's not our problem.

Listen, The Daily News
catches the killer

of some goody-two-shoes lawyer,
that's fantastic!

And if they can throw in some
kinky sex, that's even better.

Well, we'll see
what we can do.

It's a bit of a crush
in the back of that call car.

Well, I think
it is our problem.

We're not above the law.
There's such a thing as ethics.

That's right.
Yeah.

It's one of
the home counties.

Follow it up.

We'll decide when to print
when we see what you've got.

You're still on the call car,
so do it between shifts.

You two look happy.

Take it you never got
your P45, then?

Mnh-mnh.

You like the little brunette,
don't you?

Is she your pet project?

Paddy Meehan,
girl reporter?

You got a problem
with that?

I thought
she'd remind you of you,

all those years ago.

When you were her age.

You screwed her yet?

Why not?

Is she not your type?

-What is?
-Not you.

Yeah,
don't flatter yourself.

Fancy a drink?

Yeah, OK.

So I checked
the clippings library.

You've written
some interesting stuff.

The Baby Brian case.

That shows a ruthless streak,
which is what you need.

'Cause trust me, Paddy,

if we didn't have tits,
they'd hunt us.

I do want to give you one
little bit of advice, though.

Don't get involved
with Devlin.

I wasn't planning to.

You might not be,
but he is.

-It's not like that.
-It's always like that.

You see him
as a father figure, right?

Well, I'm telling you,
that's not how he sees himself.

And the cards
are all in his favour.

Trust me.
Been there.

You have?

Mm-hmm.

I was just like you.

I was hungry.
I was ambitious.

I was going to change the world.

And I had an affair
with the deputy editor,

and when it all went wrong,
the newsroom turned on me.

I was out that door.

They'd been
looking for an excuse

to drag me down to their level,
and I gave it to them.

It didn't do you any harm
in the long run, though, did it?

Look at you now.

I had to sell my soul
to get here.

Devlin's not the type.

Paddy,
they are all the type.

Come on.

What do you know about him,
really?

His private life?

He's divorced.

Mm-hmm. How long?

A few years.

And now
has he got a girlfriend?

Doubt it.

He sleeps in the office.
He hardly goes home.

And is that it?

I bet he knows
a lot more about you.

I'm not interested in him
that way.

He's the same age as my dad.

If you need some help
with this story, I'm here.

Use me.

Forget about McVie.
He's a dead weight.

And Devlin?

Well, as much
as we both admire him,

he could jump ship
at any minute,

so there's no point
hitching your cart to him.

I say we watch
each other's back.

Deal?

Deal.

But, um, you won't get very far
in this game taking bribes

not to write a story.

See you tomorrow.

Did you tell Maloney
about the 50 quid?

Me?

I'm shit scared
to even look at her.

Come on. We should speak
to Thillingly's wife.

What if him and Vhari
started up again?

She sounds like
the possessive type.

Mm, crime of passion.

* Tasty, tasty,
very, very tasty *

-Red Merc.
-Mm-hmm.

I saw one the other day.

Same one?

I don't know.

We're from The Daily News.

Sorry to visit you
at this difficult time,

but we'd like to speak to you
about Mark.

And we wanted to talk about his
relationship with Vhari Burnett.

-Well done.
-What?

She's still there.

Well,
speak to her, then.

I'm really
sorry about Mark.

Everyone I've spoken to says
that he would never hurt Vhari.

That's what I think too.

The cops can ruin
his reputation.

If you let us, we can put
his side of the story out there.

Were Mark and Vhari
involved in a case together?

I'm not sure.

On the night
that Vhari was killed,

Mark came home about 8:00.

His nose was swollen
and bleeding.

He said that someone had tried
to mug him

in the car park
outside the -- the office.

He didn't want to call the
police because it was a client.

I didn't believe him.

Did he go out again?

No.

But later
I heard him on the phone.

He was pleading.

After that,
he just sat drinking.

When I woke up...

...he was gone.

Do you think
he killed himself?

Of course.

In the note that he left,

he said that
he'd let Vhari and me down.

It's depressed nonsense.

He'd been really low
after he put all that weight on.

Wait, he left a note
and mentioned Vhari?

He put her name
before mine.

Funny, that.

Her family own this place.

Used to be
a theatre or something.

Worth a look.

Then look.

No, please.

Please.
No! Please!

Get off of me!

I've got a reference
to Karen

from an article on Vhari Burnett
from a few years ago.

Parents are dead,
but they've got a half-brother.

-And I've got an address.
-An address?

-Mm-hmm.
-Come on, then.

Nothing.

Check the doors.

See if it says "Burnett"
on them.

I'll bet that's him there.

McVIE:
Let's find out.

Danny, right?
Danny Burnett?

Look, we're journalists.

We just want to
help your sister.

McVIE:
So, what happened to you?

Two guys turned up here
a couple of nights ago.

Said they wanted to buy
some paintings for cash.

I let them in,

and next thing I know
I'm getting a severe kicking.

Why?
What did they want?

Karen.
But I've no idea where she is.

You're not close to
Karen and Vhari, then?

We share the same dad,
but we didn't grow up together.

And you haven't spoken to Karen
since Vhari was killed?

Why do you think these guys
were trying to find her?

I just want to stay out of

whatever she's got herself
involved in.

What do they look like,
these guys?

-Did one of them wear braces?
-I don't remember.

Well, what about
Mark Thillingly?

Do you think he killed Vhari?

McVIE: If Mark Thillingly
didn't kill Vhari,

the killer is still at large.

Karen could be his next victim.

Danny, we just want to
talk to her.

If she's in trouble,
we can help.

Hey, I've been in this business
a long time, son.

I know
when I'm getting stonewalled.

Tell us where to find her.

You could be saving her life.

She called
the day after Vhari was killed.

She said it was all her fault,
that she'd put Vhari in danger.

Well, did she say why?

Only that she'd got her involved
in something she shouldn't have.

Something to do with the
miners' leader, Willie McDade.

I-I didn't know
what to believe.

I thought she was having
some kind of a breakdown.

So what did you tell these guys
that kicked your face in?

Nothing.

You're a crap liar, Danny.

I mentioned that Vhari
owns an old building.

But Karen wouldn't be there.
It's falling to pieces.

It's been used as a storehouse
for years.

Don't feel bad.

Most people
would have said something

under the circumstances.

Yeah.

I didn't think
I was most people.

How many cops does it take
to change a light bulb?

None.

They just beat up the room
because it's black.

That was funny.

That was, uh, genuinely funny.

Get off!

Have you ever thought about
doing a bit of comedy?

Me?

You're just as funny
as the acts they get in here.

Especially in that
Val Doonican outfit.

They hand these jumpers out

when you join the force,
all right?

Along with the moustaches.

I suppose
somebody's got to do it.

Aye, well, it's better than
being in your game.

People who can't write

interviewing people
who can't talk

for people who can't read.

To be honest, I wanted to ask
you about Mark Thillingly.

The note he left.

Ah.

Well, I wasn't privy to that,
I'm afraid.

You'll have to ask Gallagher.

What about the man at the house?
Mr Braces.

We haven't been able
to trace him again.

Business associate maybe.
He's not a suspect.

And Lafferty?

-Did Vhari ever prosecute him?
-Not that I know of.

Look, the word is,
Vhari and her sister

inherited money
from their mother.

Lafferty probably heard about it
on the grapevine

and got stuck into her to find
out where she keeps her cash.

Could you get me his address?

Bobby Lafferty
killed his own dog

by chucking it out a window

because it chewed
on his Rangers scarf.

That's all you need to know
about him.

Right, OK.

Just promise me
you won't doorstep him.

I'm not joking.

I'll just use it
to get some info on him.

That's all. Honest.

Let me make a call.

Right. Cheers.

There you go.

He has various addresses.
This is one of his warehouses.

Word is he uses
a flat there sometimes.

Best I can do.

Now don't say I'm not nice.

So...

How long
have you been married?

-You don't mess about, do you?
-I'm just asking.

Why so interested in my wife?

Wedding ring at work,
but not in the pub.

It's tacky, Burns.
Tacky.

You don't know what it's like
being in the police.

You have to fit in.

You can't tell everyone
in the canteen

that your wife's mentally ill
and you're scared to go home.

Your wife's a loony?
That's your chat-up line?

Maybe you're right.
Maybe this isn't a good idea.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to offend you.

No?
You just called me a liar.

What would make a woman...

...do this?

Came at me
with a bottle opener.

Feel it.

You've got me all wrong,
Paddy.

No, not here.

McVIE:
Did you get a kip?

Better than that.
I got an address.

Lafferty's got a scrapyard
beside the Clyde.

How did you manage that?

Burns gave me it.

Hmm.

What?

Have you learned nothing?

Shag a cop, by all means,

but do not bring them
into the Press Bar

for everybody to see.

Mind your own business.

Ah, but it is my business.

We don't do that.

We use them.
They use us.

We do not get into bed
with them.

Or into the backseat of a car,
for that matter.

* Skies above

* Can ' t be stormy...

Are you sure he gave you
the right address?

-You've got a cheek.
-Hmm?

You've chatted up every woman
in the secretarial pool.

Unsuccessfully,
I might add.

That's because
I wasn't really trying.

Aye, right.

* Find romance
on your menu... *

You're not as street-smart
as you think you are, Paddy.

Away you go
and check his bins.

You never know --

There might be something
in there out of her house.

I've got seniority.

My bin-raking days are over.

* What a difference
a day makes *

Is no one at this paper
going to buy me a welcome drink?

Well, I'd avoid the wine
if I were you.

You could
dissolve bodies in it.

Vodka tonic.

Aye, thanks.

Support the miners!

Support the miners.

Yeah, I know you think
I came in too hard.

But you try being
the only woman in the room,

let's see who listens to you.

-Well, they're listening now.
-Yeah, exactly.

It's not me, though.

It's just an act.

I love this business
just as much as you do.

It's in my blood.

Support the miners.

You don't believe me?

Well, I know why
I became a journalist,

but I'm not sure about you.

-Same reason.
-Hmm?

What's that?

You wanted to get as close
as possible

to the heart of the world.

We all do.

Henry Luce couldn't
have said it better himself.

Oh, no, hang on --
He did say it.

People need to make
informed choices

or democracy doesn't work.

I know how important we are.

And that's why I don't want
to see another paper

like The Daily News go down.

And McCallum International
will do it, Devlin.

They'll just asset-strip.

They'll sell the building,

they'll sell the printworks --
the lot.

Now, you and I, we can make sure
that that doesn't happen,

but we have to compromise.

Typewriters'll be
in a museum soon.

I don't want to be in there
with them.

Do you?

Come on, then,
is the jury in or out?

-What, on you?
-Mm-hmm.

Yeah, on me.

I'm still considering.

* My heaven starts

* At 7:00 sharp

Oh!

Aah!

McVie!

McVie!

You told Gallagher about us.

And how exactly
did Lafferty know

we were going to check him out?

Hey, hey.

I don't think
you understand this.

This is war.

When you're in my house,
my rules.

Well, maybe I shouldn't be
in your house.

We need to talk to
Willie McDade. Get a quote.

I know some of his team.
I'll make a few calls.

You can't let this story spiral,
Mr McDade.

It doesn't look good.

Why would Willie McDade
be getting mixed up

with someone like Lafferty?

It all comes back
to the guy with the braces.

What I did to your sister
would pale into insignificance

compared to
what I would do to you.

Oh! Aah!