♪ ♪ What did you get me into?

♪ ♪ SHEILA: You'll get your money when the house is sold.

ROY: You've got until the end of the day to get your brother under control.

Jake, you're in danger.

Then call the police.

We can't.

KENNY (sighs): I'm sure it was an accident.

(quietly): When you killed Walter.

MAX: You'll just... scare him.

(grunting, struggling) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (seagull squawking) ♪ ♪ (door beeps softly) Max?

♪ ♪ Okay, gentlemen, let's do this... MAX: Where is he?

I shouldn't think that he's got far.

This city is full of dark corners, Max.

Sometimes you just have to wait for them to seek the light.

Follow him.

("Teeth" by Working Men's Club playing) ♪ These days ♪ ♪ This time ♪ ♪ Gets stuck ♪ ♪ Between the line ♪ ♪ These days ♪ ♪ This time ♪ ♪ Gets stuck ♪ ♪ Between the line ♪ (song continues) ♪ Running 'round the house crazy ♪ ♪ Nothing seems to go my way ♪ ♪ Everything's a myth ♪ (song continues) (song continues) Old man?

What the... ("Teeth" ends) You kidnapped me!

Oh, that's a bit dramatic.

It was dramatic, Max, I near enough (muted) myself!

I thought it was like ISIS or something.

(chuckles): You think you'd be a target for... Obviously not-- that's when the hood went on.

Roy Lynch.

I've been working for him.

Then you're insane.

So have you.

The accounts?

Money laundering would be more accurate.

That's why I told you to leave the system in place.

When you wouldn't, Roy decided he was gonna give you a scare.

I thought I'd get you out the way before he did.

Right.

Just to be clear, thanks to you, I've been laundering money for a gangster?

You have.

With great success, if it helps.

Now, that feels like something I'd like to have known about.

Well, it's not the time for regrets, Jake.

Feels like something I'd like to have had the opportunity to turn down, even.

I want you to focus.

I want my phone back.

And I want a taxi.

I keep telling you you're in danger.

No, Max, this is all yours.

Jake, believe me, I wish you weren't involved.

I didn't even know I was working for him!

He's not coming after me-- what would be the point?!

You should listen to your brother.

(gate rising) (lock turning, door opens) (safe lock keys beeping) CAMERON: He was very persuasive.

So what are we gonna do?

He's lying.

CAMERON: We don't know that.

And we need him.

♪ ♪ (lock turning) Keep close to the wife.

Sorry?

You might want to use her.

Use her how?

MAX: Here's the thing about Roy Lynch.

He's a gangster who got lucky.

What we've been doing, the money laundering... JAKE: You've been doing.

It's all a bit white-collar for Roy.

There must be someone above him.

Someone professional.

If I can get to them, I can explain that you're not needed.

And neither is Roy.

What does that mean, Max?

Kenny, this is business-- I can make them more money than Roy, and in a safer way.

I can sell it.

Just need to get to them.

Let's do it.

And if it works, you give me enough money to start again, away from this place and away from you.

Okay.

(groans) Right, we just need to find out who he works for.

How?

♪ ♪ We need a weak link.

I know a weak link.

♪ ♪ Right, so where is he?

MAX: How'd you get involved?

JAKE: I'm sure it was the same way you did, Max: money and weakness.

My brother's weakness is hubris and being a total prick-- what's yours?

Gambling.

Bad gambling.

Well, this is it, Stevie.

This is your chance to get out.

I'm taking over-- the whole thing.

And you'll be a part of it.

You'll still get your money, but legally: security consultant.

Not the first copper who had a second job, eh?

You're taking over?

I'm taking over.

You're a lunatic.

No, Stevie, I'm a professional.

And I suspect that above Roy there are other professionals.

All I need you to do is tell me who they are.

I don't want to be part of this.

Mate, you're up to your (no audio) in it.

I've not done anything illegal.

Honestly, Stevie, I don't even know where to begin with that.

(sighs) You'll probably want to smarten up a bit.

(phone ringing) SHEILA: Hello?

HENRY (on phone): Sheila.

Henry McKinnon.

How are you?

HENRY: I'm confused, Sheila, is how I am.

Oh?

I've just had an email from Walter's niece.

Right.

Jessie, in Australia.

She had a note of condolence from a family friend, which confused her, because she didn't know Walter had died.

And as part of the whole situation, you know, I'm not looking to define this.

I'm just wondering how it might fit into whatever I end up...

I'm leaving.

Right.

Well, in that case, you could have stopped me a little sooner.

Come with me.

That feels a little beyond where I am right now.

You deserve to be happy, Claire.

And I don't think that involves Max.

You don't know Max.

I mean, you're not necessarily wrong, but...

I know Max.

I recognized him.

At your house, from the photos.

I don't work for a bank.

I told you that because I was too embarrassed to tell you that I work for a money lender, which is where I work, and where Max is a client.

Max?

No...

He's in debt, Claire, to bad people.

And if you're ever gonna leave him, then now's the time to do it.

(restaurant music playing quietly) No, no, you're wrong, you...

Ask him about Roy Lynch.

Then you'll know if I'm wrong.

(sighs) He knows.

Bull(muted).

You just want me out of this place.

Don't worry, I'll be out soon, whether I stick around or not.

You'll not be sticking around anywhere.

The solicitor knows, so you need to go.

Why would I believe you?

Why would you take the chance?!

(exhales) (murmurs): Oh.

Him.

The wee brother.

You know what, love?

There's something you should know about him.

And his brother.

This is what I was wearing, Max.

When we hit him.

A man should have more than one suit.

(door opens) Gentlemen.

We work for Roy.

Or more accurately, we work for you, for your money.

Why isn't Roy with you?

Without Roy, you could do it better.

Roy doesn't understand it, and because he doesn't understand it, he wanted to make it simple.

He wanted it to go through one place, one person.

You?

Me.

And your shack?

"Shack"?

Roy thought he needed someone to watch, but that just holds it back.

I can take your money, as much as you want, and I can send it through a hundred places.

Places that don't know it's happening.

People that don't know it's happening.

It goes through them and it comes back clean.

Roy has a policeman.

No, he doesn't.

How do you think we found you?

Did that, uh...

I mean, did it work?

(chuckling): Course.

Well, he didn't say... No, Jake.

Course he didn't say, "Yes, please, take over our international money laundering operation," because he's a professional.

As am I, which is why it worked.

So we're done?

Aye, I suppose we are.

You'd best go see your pal.

I'll send you the money when it's sorted.

Right.

You're not gonna... What?

Thank me.

Thank you?

For the money.

I think, what with the kidnapping, we can probably call it a draw.

Good luck, Jake.

Bye, Max.

I was thinking, I could do with an office.

I mean, not a big one, like, just a bit of an HQ, you know?

(sighs) I have to tell you, Max, um...

I told her about this when I was dropping the kids off and... Well, it's a long time since she looked at me with respect, Max, a long time.

Oh, by the way, uh, I think you got that wrong about her and, you know, that new bloke, 'cause, well, I spoke to her and she promised me that... Kenny, I think, for now, let's just keep it as it was.

And maybe down the line, and if this, your "new Kenny" thing keeps up, we can definitely chat about other options.

But for now... Let's just keep it as it was.

(brakes squeal) (engine idling) Okay?

Okay, Max.

(seatbelt unbuckles) (engine idling) Well, I'm angry, Henry, you know?

And... And I mean, there's not much gets me angry, but, I mean, to get tricked like that.

(sighs) We'll let the authorities take care of it, shall we?

Mm...

I just wonder if that's necessary, Henry.

I went over to give her a piece of my mind, and she's going.

(soft chuckle) And the records, well, they're still there, so... Really, there's no harm done.

(chuckling): Apart from a bit of embarrassment.

For both of us.

(sighs) I see.

Why's a man like you not married, Henry?

(laughs) I sent everything over to the police this morning.

I'm sure they'll be in touch.

Are you (muted) kidding me?!

You're not listening!

You killed him!

It was an accident.

I'm leaving tomorrow, Jake.

It was an accident!

I don't give a (muted)!

But when you stayed, after the wake, it was what?

To keep an eye on me?

Max told me to stay after the wake.

(voice breaking): Oh, you didn't want to, that's even better.

But that's not why I'm here now, and that's not why I want you to stay.

I'm leaving tomorrow, Jake, and you're leaving now!

(TV playing quietly) How you doing?

Money-wise?

The business?

Great.

Always great.

(TV continues) So you're not in any debt?

(chuckling): No, Claire, I'm not in debt.

Where's this come from?

Someone called earlier, a man.

Said he had to talk to you?

About money?

(clicks remote, TV turns off) (places remote down) Who?

I wrote it down.

(paper rustling) (inhales deeply) (exhaling): Oh, all right.

(soft chuckle) No, he's just a...

It's a work thing.

Anyway, thanks-- sorry.

He shouldn't be calling here.

Why do you lie to me?

What, Claire, this is... it's work.

You don't need to know this stuff.

What could be so important, so bad, that it's worth lying to me about?

(cellphone vibrating) Don't.

(phone vibrating) I can't talk.

(quietly): Just... (footsteps retreating) Who told her?

(sighing): Doesn't matter.

What's she gonna do?

Well, me and her are done.

(sighs): What else?

JAKE: Oh, that doesn't count?

It's just a little less important than some of the other possible repercussions, Jake, like imprisonment.

She's not doing anything, Max.

She leaves tomorrow and that's it.

(sighing): Okay.

Well, that's, that's manageable.

"Manageable"?!

Max, I thought that was it, I thought she was it-- my way out.

Jake, listen to me.

Either she says nothing and leaves, or we go to prison.

Now get yourself to bed, and I promise you, Jake, everything'll look a lot better in the morning.

(siren chirps, hydraulic device hisses) (engine idling) You all right?

No.

Was there anyone in... No, they caught it quickly.

Oh, for...

Though the water did as much damage as the fire.

(breathing heavily) They say it looks like an accident, but it wasn't an accident, was it, Max?

(breathing heavily) No.

No.

Maybe Roy just needed to make a point.

(chuckling): Well, if all he does is nuisance calls and this, then we're cool.

Not cool, but, you know... No, Max, I don't know!

But what I do know is that I'm not insured, Max!

Because when I valued whether to make the payments, I didn't know I was involved with a gangster!

(quietly): All right, all right.

Which is something I would have factored into my decision.

(quietly): All right.

I obviously regret any part I might have played in the journey that led to this.

Although to be fair, I mean, gangsters or no gangsters, some form of basic insurance might have been... Why me?

Why would Roy go for me and not you?

(papers rustling) ♪ ♪ (rustling continues) ♪ ♪ I can understand you being angry at being cut out, but frankly, you're way out of your depth.

(chuckling): And I have to be honest with you, um, Roy...

Reacting like that... (stammering): It only, it only proves it.

Thanks for your analysis, Max.

It's very useful.

I'm taking over, Roy.

And I'm doing it right.

Professionally.

I'm not getting cut out, Max.

You are.

You see, Max, Victor's people, they value one thing more than any other.

And that's loyalty.

I may be a little traditional and, uh, maybe even, you know, out of my depth, but, uh, I'm loyal, Max.

(shaky breathing) Victor agreed with me.

He did.

And he's right.

We need to be more professional.

Now, you're not taking over, Max.

We are.

♪ ♪ What's that for?

This place.

And the business.

(scoffs) (stammering): You can't do it without me.

(laughs) Max, this is Edinburgh.

There are lots of lawyers with lots of secrets.

That's one of them there.

He's got all the paperwork, you can just sign it and get on with your life, that nice house of yours.

That nice wife.

♪ ♪ (humorless chuckle) No.

I've worked my whole life for this.

I'm not going to give it away to some jumped-up gangster who finds it's better on a Moss Bros. suit than having an office uptown, so I would recommend you kiss... (cries out) (yelping) You may think that I'm just a jumped-up gangster, but, uh... Oh, God!

Oh, God!

Here's the thing... (Max groaning) (gasping) I'm still a gangster.

(sobbing): Okay.

(knocking) I know I shouldn't be here... Jesus (muted).

But someone has burned down my shop and now you're all I've got.

And I know that sounds ridiculous, but it's true.

They burnt down your store?

Who would do that to you?

Max got involved in money laundering, and then he got me involved, which wasn't something he felt I should know about.

That's why he did your accounts.

Angie, however this started, me and you, it's real now, and honest.

And I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, what we did to your uncle.

I can't tell you how many times I've thought about that night, just replaying it over and over...

He wasn't my uncle.

(chair squeaking) I'm coming with you.

I don't know how long for, maybe a few days, maybe, you know, in general.

But I'm coming with you.

And I'm leaving him, so... And I suppose the other thing I should tell you is...

I've got nothing.

For now.

Anyway, I mean, if I was to get a divorce... Don't worry about that.

So?

It kind of feels like we're even.

I guess we are.

You're not staying.

No.

I'm going.

And I want you to come with me.

Okay.

(laughing) (soft chuckle) You don't want to know where?

As long as it's not here, and as long as it's with you.

(doorbell ringing) Hi.

I want everything from the night Walter died to now.

Everything, and every copy.

And don't bull(muted) me, pal, because I'll know.

And if you don't bull(muted) me, then I'll forget all about your limp, and your benefits, and your tragic history with manholes.

(sighs) Look.

I know that you're frightened.

Probably by her over the road.

I was scared of her.

She knows I could be back behind that lorry tomorrow, and she's twisted enough to put me there.

Oh, she won't.

Because if she gives you any hassle, you just tell her that I'm your friend.

(police radio chatter) Tell me exactly what happened.

What's going on with your nose?

Doesn't matter.

Well, they just wanted her to come in to answer some questions, she wanted a lawyer.

Is she a witness or a suspect?

I don't know.

Jesus (muted), Jake, so I'm going in there blind?!

Look, she's overstayed her visa, and it's probably just that.

(indistinct chatter) Listen, when all this is sorted, Angie and I are leaving.

What?

Yeah, we're going, so...

I need that money.

Jake, why don't you take the current state of my face as an indication of how the Roy situation worked out?

There's no money.

Are you taking the piss?

My shop was bloody torched because of you!

Jake, there's no money.

And you're not going anywhere.

And even if you did, you'd be back in Leith in a week with your tail between your legs, so just shut up and let me think.

NICOLA: Max McCall?

Yeah.

Room five, conspiracy to defraud.

Great.

(door opens) Let me do the talking.

Don't say anything you don't have to say.

(places briefcase down) In particular, don't say anything which could in any way put me, Jake, or you in legal jeopardy.

In that order of concern.

If you do that, I will get you out of here.

What happened to your nose?

Doesn't matter.

(door opens and closes) Right, then, let's have a wee chat.

(clears throat) (cellphone vibrates) (phone button chirps) ♪ ♪ Be five minutes.

Okay.

Okay.

You presented yourself as the niece of Walter Wood.

Yeah.

Are you the niece of Walter Wood?

No.

Sorry, um, I need a moment with my client.

Some old lady paid me to say that I was.

Why?

Honestly, I've got no idea.

You'd have to ask her.

I can tell you where to find her.

Or he can.

This is, is new information that I need to discuss with my client.

She is clearly cooperating.

I would ask at this stage that she's released pending further inquiries.

Well, don't go far.

The exhumation's tomorrow.

(stammering): Sorry?

The niece, the real niece, requested it, what with all the... confusion.

(sighs) That's not a concern for you, is it?

I never even met him.

Process her and get the details of this other woman.

(loud clattering) (lock turning) (door creaking) (keys clatter on safe) (safe lock keys beeping) (safe pops open) This is just me.

Not her.

(bar music playing through wall) (door opens and closes) He said it was a dummy camera.

Max shouldn't get away with this, Jake, with the way he is.

Who's got that footage?

Me!

But Max should not get away with this.

It's Max's car.

He was driving.

He hit Walter.

You got a taxi back from the wedding.

You weren't even there.

How, how do you know...?

I can give you everything you need.

I can give you the mechanic, I can give you the cleaner from the lab that Max bullied into losing the paint sample, and I've taken care of anything that doesn't help that story-- including the footage.

(exhales) No.

(sighs): Why not?

Because of all the things Max would do-- and believe me, I know that's a long old list-- he, he wouldn't do that.

(scoffs) Are you sure?

And because he's my brother.

I'm starting over.

You should do the same.

(bar music playing) STEVIE: Right, so, is that everything?

Give me an hour to write this up and then we'll head out.

Don't disappear.

I won't!

(quietly): I need you to take charge of this.

And how do you expect me to do that, Max?

Oversee the exhumation, put together the report.

No.

I told Roy about your plan.

He knew you were at the consulate even before you got there.

Good luck, Max-- sounds like you'll need it.

(car door closes, echoes) (door chimes) ♪ ♪ (talking quietly) Can we help you?

I'm looking for Tina.

We don't know a Tina.

I think... (chuckling): I mean, didn't she just come in here?

Not in here she didn't.

Sorry.

Is this where Max came?

We don't know a Tina and, uh, we don't know a Max.

What's your name?

Why don't you come into the office?

No, no, it's okay, it's okay.

Um, there's obviously been a misunderstanding.

If anyone came in here, then they must have passed right through.

You can get out there, you see?

It takes you back to the street.

Kids use it all the time.

We're always chasing them out.

(chuckles) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (exhales) (cellphone chirps) (beeps softly) (sniffles) Digging him up?

Tomorrow.

Man, that guy's had no luck.

You took care of everything, didn't you, Max?

We'll be okay.

Won't we?

Yeah.

Yeah, it's not ideal, but we'll be okay.

When's your flight?

Tonight.

Good.

You two should head straight to the airport, get away from the house, just in case.

Jake, um...

Sorry, I, I was a bit worked up when I got here.

And I hope you do find what you're looking for, you know, something bigger, better.

And I, I will sort you out with that money, because you're right, I owe you.

I'm sorry I can't drop you off.

I just...

I need to get home.

Safe travels.

See you, kid.

(seagull squawking) He's going to her.

Who?

Christ!

Yeah.

The police are going to come and speak to you about Angie.

What would I know... And I'm sure you'll tell them what you told Henry.

Okay.

No, it's not okay, because Walter is being exhumed at the request of the real niece-- who I'm sure is a wee bit confused-- and that's bad news for me and I think it's bad news for you.

Why would that be?

Because you did pay Angie to say that she was his niece, and you did that to get his house.

When we put him back in the house, I saw a letter about his cancer.

(chuckling): I couldn't have missed it.

And if I'd found him dead with that letter, I would have thought what the police thought: no suspicious circumstances, no toxicology.

And it makes me wonder.

If that's what was supposed to happen.

And it makes me wonder what Walter was doing out there, in the dark, and why he didn't see the car, and what might have been in his system.

Did you not give him enough?

Did he wake up?

He called you, for help.

All I know is that Walter was in a lot of pain.

So much pain that he even talked about ending it.

(laughing): Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah, you can say that.

You'll probably have to.

Because they'll run a toxicology this time round.

But that won't end it.

Not with the bruising, not with the internal injuries you've got to imagine they'll find.

Then I'll tell them what I saw.

That you hit him.

I didn't hit him.

I wasn't driving.

That's true.

In fact...

It turns out...

I wasn't there at all.

I got drunk at the wedding, my brother took my car keys from me, that's the last I saw of him and the car.

Go with that and it's done.

You get out of it the same way I do.

Because I'll say all I know is that the car came back dented, and that my wee brother hasn't been the same since that night.

And no one'll ever know any different.

And no one will ever know about an old man in the dark just looking for help.

Your own brother!

He'll be okay.

He's leaving.

And when he finds out, he'll not come back.

♪ ♪ (door opens, closes) ♪ ♪ (car door closes) (engine starts) ANGIE: We've got a lot more than him.

SHEILA: He'll deny it.

He won't be able to.

He's made mistakes along the way.

And enemies.

They'll be here soon.

What am I gonna tell them?

(door closes) Hey.

I tried.

You can't say I didn't try.

What's this, you're leaving?

No.

You are.

I have been alone in this house for a long time, Max.

Now I am gonna do things properly.

And you can go and do whatever you want without worrying about what lies to tell me.

Okay.

Okay.

You made your point, now let's talk.

No, Max, it's over.

♪ ♪ No.

I can't lose you.

You are gonna leave now, Max.

And you're not gonna make things hard, with us.

With the house.

The house, this house-- this is my house.

You are not gonna make things hard, Max.

Because if you do, who knows what might come out?

Who have you spoken to?

I went there.

That place you went to when you needed money?

So you are not gonna make things hard, Max.

♪ ♪ Maybe if you hadn't left the wedding early.

Bye, Max.

♪ ♪ (door opens and closes) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (cellphone ringing) Jake?

(car approaching) (engine stops) We should have called the police, Max.

When we hit him.

Jake, this, this isn't the time.

You should be at the airport.

But we couldn't, because of you.

Jake, I've lost my business, my house, Claire.

And I'm coming round to the idea that I've broken my nose, so, with all respect... You used to look after me when we were wee.

When it was the three of us.

I think I've spent 30 years waiting on you to turn back into that kid.

It wasn't the three of us, it was...

It was you and Mum, and then me.

She loved you.

She didn't like me.

That's fine, you know?

I needed to be on my own to get from there to here.

I used to have to lock everything else away.

Pain.

Rejection.

Maybe I locked some other stuff away, as well.

And I wish I hadn't, Jake, I...

Wish I knew how to get it back.

But I don't.

And you have to go.

Not yet.

Go, Jake.

Go with her and enjoy your life.

What kind of life is it with this hanging over me?

Please, Jake!

I can't lock things away, Max.

Never could.

Pain, rejection.

Guilt.

I'm trying to help you.

(door opens) I'm trying to protect you.

You stopped protecting me a long time ago.

(indistinct chatter) I'm sorry.

Think what had to happen for you to say it.

(Max weeping) (shuddered breathing) (footsteps approaching) (exhales) ♪ ♪ NICOLA: Come on, then, Max.

I must caution you, you're not obliged to say anything.

Anything you do say will be noted and may be used in evidence-- do you understand?

MAX: What's going on?

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