♪ (loud thud, screaming, tires skidding) I've just run someone over!

(stammering): They're fine, they're just winded!

Winded?!

(whispering): Right, well, let's get him off the street-- come on.

I'm Walter's niece.

Or was, I guess.

Can I show you guys something?

KENNY: It's metallic.

Could be car paint.

Can I have this tested?

What are we gonna do?

MAX: One wrong word from you and we go to prison.

I saw.

Are we okay?

♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ("Cattle Call" by Eddy Arnold playing) (man yodeling slowly) (birds squawking) (man continues yodeling) ♪ The cattle are prowlin' ♪ The coyotes are howlin' ♪ Way out where the dogies bawl ♪ (billiard balls clattering) ♪ Where spurs are a-jinglin' a cowboy is singin' ♪ ♪ This lonesome cattle call (man yodeling) ♪ (man yodeling) ♪ He rides in the sun till his day's work is done ♪ ♪ And he rounds up the cattle each fall ♪ (man yodeling) (music distorting) (shuddered breath) (quietly): I'm afraid I've got a confession to make.

It won't be easy.

But it's something I need to do.

(indistinct chatter) I drove past your house yesterday.

Well, I suppose, your old house.

Yeah.

I'm in a wee flat in Pilton.

I drove past your house and I saw your wife.

(sighs): My angel.

Hold that thought, Kenny.

Hold that thought.

Because... Well, there was a man there.

(exhales) Leaving.

(shuddering) And there was a goodbye kiss, which was both protracted and performed, frankly, with significant gusto by both parties.

(groans, sobbing) (sharp inhale, groan) Listen, you need some time to yourself.

Why don't you give me the paint sample?

I've got a few loose ends to tie up today on the waterfront.

I can take it to the lab myself.

They've already got it.

(sniffles) I get up early these days.

(sniffles) Cheers, Kenny.

Cheers, Max.

Tell me, Max, um...

When you say "kiss"... (sniffs): Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the...

There's voddie in there, Max!

No, it's lemonade.

You asked for lemonade, didn't you?

I did.

But this bears the unmistakable scent of cheap voddie.

Well, I don't see how it could.

Regret, that's what that smells like to me, Max.

Terrible, terrible regret.

Oh, my God.

I'm so sorry, Kenny.

Let me stick a (muted) rocket up Jaffa's arse and get you your lemonade!

It's... Or red wine?

Sorry?

Huge health benefits.

(pounding chest): Great for the ticker.

Just a lemonade, please, Max.

Lager tops?

Sportsman's pint.

A lemonade.

Kenny, you deserve a proper drink.

I know what you're doing, Max.

I know why you told me about my wife.

I know why you wanted to meet me here.

And I know why there's voddie in that glass.

You're challenging me, Max.

Like a good friend should.

You wanna know if New Kenny's real.

Not particularly.

Well, yes, he is, Max-- yes, he is.

And New Kenny has many rivers to cross.

And this new mystery man, this driveway Casanova, he's just another river.

New Kenny's real, Max, and New Kenny's strong, and New Kenny's going back to work.

(music playing in background) Top three murdered solo artists.

Lennon, Tupac, Sam Cooke.

Wow, that was weirdly quick.

You know that after Sam Cooke died, his wife married Bobby Womack, and his daughter married Womack's brother.

God, how do I know this (muted)?

I want you to have these for your store.

I don't even know how I'd begin trying to ship 'em home.

No, I couldn't do that!

Come on, they must be worth something.

Oh, they are, but it's a collection.

It's like a family built with love-- it needs to stay together.

And the longer they're here, the longer I can be here, to educate you about them.

(doorbell ringing) (jazz music continues) (door opens) KENNY: Pardon me, Angie, I'm so sorry to bother you... (jazz music continues) ANGIE: Okay, sure.

(indistinct conversation) ANGIE: Sure, come in.

KENNY: Thanks.

(phone buttons beeping softly) (cellphone chimes) (cars passing) (chuckles) I understand if you were confused.

(chuckling): Oh, confused, right.

It was late at night, and I presume-- respectfully-- that your eyes are shot to pieces?

Well, they're not great, son, they're not great.

And I'm sorry to hear that.

Very kind.

So, I don't know what you think you saw, but what you actually saw were two Samaritans helping an old man home.

Samaritans, right.

Hm.

(chuckling): So there we go.

There we go.

(groaning): Right, then.

20 grand.

(chuckling): Sorry?

You heard me.

I've just told you what happened.

Now, I, I, I... You killed him.

Right.

You listen to me very... With your car.

You and the other lad.

You killed him!

♪ I'm gonna give you five, which is ridiculous, and certainly isn't an admission of anything, but I'm gonna give you five... Twenty.

(exhales softly) Ten.

Twenty.

It's too much.

(scoffs): Not with that car you drive.

Not with what you did.

I can't get my hands on that kind of money without someone noticing it's gone.

Lie.

♪ (birds twittering) (cellphone buttons clicking) (quiet gasp) (quietly): Oh, for f... ANGIE: I think that's the most recent.

KENNY: Mm-hm.

Oh, it looks like a wee birthday party.

(chuckling): Started without me?

KENNY: Hi, Max.

Kenny, a quick reminder, any updates should go through me first and not the client.

I'm happy to get them directly.

MAX: It's not a good idea.

Why not?

Well, it's...

Things can get confusing.

Well, that's true.

I just wanted a photo of Walter for the legwork.

Ah, oh.

His last movements and so on.

ANGIE: Is there anything else I can do?

Uh, it's worth taking a look at his financials if you can find them-- the root of all evil and whatnot.

ANGIE: I'll try-- Walter kept things kinda loose.

But the really interesting one's the paint fragments.

They should be back from the lab in a couple of days.

Oh... (chuckling): I'm not sure how interesting they'll be.

Well, if it's car paint, then that's interesting, Max.

I mean, that's very interesting.

We'd get model type, factory... Cup of tea?

Maybe even the garage the car was bought from.

I think there's some herbals... ANGIE: So wait, it might have been an accident?

Would that explain the bruising?

Well, what paint fragments would explain is that at some point, your uncle, while wearing those trousers, came into some kind of contact with a car, which, which isn't exactly the revelation that Kenny here seems to be suggesting it is.

(patting leg) Could be nothing.

(soft chuckle) (tapping book) Could be everything.

(sighs) This could drag on a bit, so... (clears throat): We can email you all our updates... Hey, you know what?

I'm gonna be right here till Kenny's done.

(clasps hands) I'll have a cup of tea, Jake.

A nice cup of tea.

(Kenny talking indistinctly) (quietly): I thought you said you could handle her.

(quietly): I thought you said you could handle Kenny.

Oh, I'm dealing with it.

Because if those paint samples come back, then they'll see it's your car.

Jake, just to make things easy, just assume that everything you think I've already thought.

Right, it's just that to the untrained eye, it appears you've done (muted) all.

You have no idea what I've done.

What does that mean?

It means I'm keeping things very simple for you.

I'll take care of everything else.

All you have to do is keep her in check until we get her out of the country, okay?

Jake?

Yeah, okay.

(Max slaps Jake's back) (breathes deeply) (footsteps approaching softly) Oh, you might notice, um, some money coming out of the joint account.

What for?

Jake's shop's in trouble.

I'm just gonna... clear his debts and help him get back on an even keel sort of thing.

The shop's always been in trouble.

(humorless chuckle): You find it funny.

(chuckling): I don't find it funny.

Yeah, you do.

Well, maybe a bit, but he seems different now.

He's, he's making an effort.

Because of Angie?

Exactly.

Yeah, I think that... A few changes, he could, he could... turn things round, you know?

Or, you know, at least fail slower.

How much?

(smacks lips) Um...

I think it's about 20 grand?

What?!

Yeah, I know it seems like a lot.

It doesn't sound like a lot, Max.

It sounds insane.

Well... No.

It doesn't have to be 20... No, you have done more than enough for him.

I mean, you bought him that place.

If he's that bad at running it, he should just jack it in.

Okay.

I thought you had someone looking after his books.

You're right, you're right.

I'll just give him some advice, that's all.

Sorry, Claire.

I don't know what came over me.

I'm getting a bit... whatever.

Sentimental.

(chuckles) (quietly): Not like me.

No.

(music playing softly) (paper rustling, music continues) Hey, so, I'm not a stalker...

Solid start.

But you've really dodged the social media bullet.

Yeah.

My ex was kind of controlling.

Ah.

Don't get me wrong, I like it.

It's cool.

Stay above the fray and all that.

It's Dylan-esque.

In a good way.

Man, there's a lifetime of crap in here.

(music continues) (picks up paper) (music playing, papers shuffling) (breathing evenly) ♪ ♪ (indistinct chatter) ♪ (indistinct chatter) ♪ (indistinct chatter) I've been very patient.

You have.

But it's time to face reality, and the reality is that I'm a respected lawyer with no criminal record and a lot of friends in this city.

Well, that's very impressive.

And the problem you have with your somewhat ham-fisted attempt to blackmail is what's called an evidentiary deficit, which means you've got nothing.

Which means you're getting nothing.

(bird squawking) ("Milk and Honey" by Jackson C. Frank playing softly) Cheers, pal.

(song continues, door opens) (door closes) Isn't the idea that they buy something?

He's from my accountant.

(song continues) This was my dad's favorite album.

Then your dad was a great man.

We were at Rick Danko's last gig.

What, you were at the Ark?

I took Dad for his birthday.

His eyes were shot to (muted) by then, so we sat at the front and I had to tell him what Rick was wearing, what he was drinking.

I asked if we could meet Rick afterwards, and he bought Dad a drink.

And they talked about Hank Williams.

(soft chuckle) Dad said it was the best night of his life.

Which, seeing as I was born at night, was kind of a mixed message.

You okay?

No.

("Milk and Honey" continues) (inhales, exhales) I guess that's me busted.

(exhales) I was an ugly kid.

(soft chuckle) Oh, look at that hair.

Why did they let me leave the house?

Whoa, whoa, what's this, so that's you?

Of course it's me.

And I know it's not great, but what did you look like as a teenager?

Well, kinda like this.

I'm sorry, it was, it was just a bit confusing.

It's okay.

And you didn't need to do any of that stuff.

(sighing): What do you mean?

(stammering): Well, because you're, you're perfect.

Well, not-- I mean, I mean, no one's perfect, that would be ridiculous.

(stammering): But you're not far off it.

You know, you're, you're just a sort of... Good 95% all round, if that makes any sense, but I'm getting away from the main point, which is, you didn't need to do it.

(evenly): Thank you.

And if you don't mind, I'm gonna take this and, you know, burn it.

("Milk and Honey" continues) CLAIRE: So, I was thinking we could go for a drink, discuss a few things, obviously starting with that guy's shorts.

Sorry, but I need to shoot off.

Okay.

But I'm texting you my address.

Why?

Well, I thought you could swing by sometime.

(cellphone chimes) Okay, yeah, maybe.

Claire, when I said that I like women, what I really meant is that I like women like you.

And I'm sorry if that makes you uncomfortable, but, well, I wanted to say it.

(chuckling): Right, well...

Thanks.

I mean, obviously, I've saved the address, but just so I have it for, you know, uh... Christmas cards or whatever.

Not that anyone sends Christmas cards anymore, which I think is a real shame.

I'll see you later.

Okay, yeah.

(car door opens, alarm beeps) Maybe.

(alarm chirps, car door closes) (door closes) (classical music playing in background) (cellphone chimes) (chuckles) Who's that?

A friend.

Who?

Angie.

(slicing) (chuckling): What do you two even talk about?

Loads of stuff.

Mm, such as?

About the things in my life, Max.

All seems a bit... (uncorks bottle) ...unnecessary.

(pouring) I wanted to talk to another human being about things in my life-- that's what normal people do.

Claire, I get it.

I called her, and I like her, and I'll probably call her again, so (muted) you.

(picks up glasses) (classical music continues) You're right.

I'm sorry.

I'll get home from work tomorrow at a decent time and we'll go for some dinner, okay?

How about that place that you love and I hate?

(both chuckling) I promise.

We'll go out, we'll have a drink, and you can tell me all those things.

Rather than her.

(soft chuckle) Okay.

Good.

(classical music continues) (footsteps retreating) ♪ (lock beeping, door opens) (door closes) ♪ (footsteps approaching) I've never heard of a lab losing a sample before.

I mean, misplaced, maybe, or, or corrupted in some way, but never just... (puffing) It's negligence, Kenny.

Have you still got the trousers?

And we could, we could take another sample.

No, they're washed.

Jake found them a little creepy.

(inhales) Kenny... (sighs): It breaks my heart to have to do this, it really does, but I'm afraid we're gonna have to let you go.

Oh... Are we?

This isn't about your case.

This is reputational damage to my practice.

There's a wider context.

Yeah, I'm starting to think there is.

KENNY: No, no, Max is right.

We've lost a critical line of investigation.

I've gotta throw myself on the old sword.

MAX: Well done, Kenny.

You come out of this with a measure of dignity.

(inhales) Drop in your invoice to me sometime-- Jake, let's go.

I'll hang here for a bit.

MAX: No, Jake, I don't think that would be a good... ANGIE: No, let's catch up later.

I need to sort some (muted) out before I go.

Oh, right.

Cool.

(door opens) (birds chirping) (sighs): I'm sorry, Angie.

I really wanted to get this one right, I really did, but I just... (sighs): Sorry.

(birds chirping) Kenny.

What do you think happened?

Maybe there was some funny business going on internally that the police couldn't see.

You don't think it was the cancer?

Keep looking.

(birds chirping) Was that you?

(inhales) I'll not burden you with that knowledge, Jake.

Who was it?

I mean, no one got hurt along the way, I take it.

Other than Kenny, but he'll be okay.

Will he be okay?

I took care of it, Jake.

Okay.

Thanks.

I took care of the Angie thing.

(seat belts click) What Angie thing?

HENRY: We need to sort this place out, it's embarrassing.

ASSISTANT: I'll look in here, it's here somewhere.

It's cool, she explained it.

She lost weight, changed her whole look.

It can be hard for women, Max, all that body image stuff.

Can be absolutely crippling.

Here we go, gents.

That's her.

And you I.D.

'd her and so on?

Of course.

I couldn't settle the estate till she signed for the records.

Where'd you find her?

A family friend.

She's from Chicago.

Okay, thanks, Henry.

Jake just wanted to check, the record collection's worth a few quid, and, you know...

I run a clean business.

Course.

Hey, look at your brother here, eh?

High flier.

So he tells me.

No, I don't.

Repeatedly.

I remember when he set up by himself, took on that big office right in the arse end of the recession.

Everybody thought he was crackers.

Well, fair play, eh, Max?

No, you've gone from strength to strength.

(sharp inhale): Well, thanks for your time, Henry.

(door opens) (door closes) (door opens) (birds chirping) (door closes) ("Survivor" by Klaus Weiss playing) (exhales) Could be nothing.

Could be everything.

♪ MAX (exhaling): Oh, this is a great day, Jake.

Believe it or not, this is a great day.

What's wrong with you?

It's over, Jake, it's done.

As of right now, we can... get back to normal life.

What if I don't want to, Max?

What if I don't want to get back to normal life?

Jake, I know that... ...on some level, maybe all this added a measure of excitement to your life that isn't...

I mean, it's not missing, it's just a... A different sort of... You know who the Hibs got on Saturday?

I thought you weren't a fan.

I am a fan.

How many games have you been to since relegation?

Oh... You know what I did after relegation?

I bought a season ticket.

(chuckles): Oh, Christ.

It's called loyalty, Max.

Right.

It's called keeping the faith.

It's called having (muted)-all else to do.

Is it nice, Max?

Is it nice with your job and your money and Claire?

Yes, Jake.

As shallow as it might appear, I take great comfort in having a good job and money and Claire and not living above a chip shop.

It's a pizzeria.

Does it do chips?

Is this about her?

She's going, Jake.

And it's for the best.

And it might not seem like that now, but it really, really is.

Let me be very clear, Jake.

It's time for her to go and you need to make that happen.

Okay?

Okay.

(footsteps retreating) Ayr United.

On Saturday.

We're playing Ayr United.

(car door closes) I told the others it was a dummy camera.

Others?

Yeah, Walter's friends, two of them.

White-haired guy, drives a nice motor.

Sorry I can't be more help.

Listen, pal.

I'm just clearing things up for Walter's family, I'm not interested in you.

And I'm not interested in whatever level of disability allowance a part-time limp gets you these days.

I fell down a manhole.

I'm not interested in you.

But that's not a dummy camera.

(cellphone chimes) (phone clicks) Night, John.

Night, Max.

SECRETARY: Oh, you had a visitor.

Some wee old lady.

She left you this.

Right.

(door closes) ♪ (disc tray opens) (disc snaps in, tray closes) (hard drive clicking) ♪ Wee bit of gingerbread there.

♪ ♪ MAURICE: I mean, that's it.

More or less.

(clears throat) What was that?

(player clicks) (player clicks) ♪ Oh, yeah, that.

♪ MAURICE: I mean, all you can really tell is, there's, there's two of them.

Has anyone else seen this?

No.

♪ (cellphone ringing) (ringing stops) ♪ (ruffling papers) ♪ ♪ ♪ Is he in?

WOMAN: Yeah.

(cellphone ringing) (ringing stops) (metal roll-up door opening) (lights buzzing softly) CAMERON: Oh, Max.

What a pleasant surprise.

(hands clasping) How much?

20 grand.

Is there anything for me to worry about?

No.

(drawer opening) (rifling through drawer) I'll work it into your payments over time.

No problem, Max.

I've not seen you look like this before.

Like what?

The others.

Thanks, Cameron.

(footsteps, engine idling) (exhales) (phone buttons clicking) (exhales) He said it's a dummy camera.

Well, he's not a man who wants attention.

He's on all the benefits they're trying to do away with.

Don't worry about him.

He doesn't know what you did.

(package rustling) And don't worry about the niece.

Who?

I've seen you both keeping an eye on her.

Very clever.

So who does this cover?

Me.

I'm the only one who knows what you did.

I'm the only one who knows what that is.

That isn't anything-- you can't even see there is.

You can't see anything.

Well, that wouldn't be the end of it.

But it could be the start of it.

Are there any other copies?

No.

This is it.

This is you done.

(grabs package) You look tired, son.

I am tired.

I'm not surprised.

After everything you've done, after... ...everything you've been through.

Well, you can leave all that right here with me.

♪ ♪ (phone ringing) (ringing continues) (phone ringing out) (ringing stops) Oh... (disconnects) ♪ (doorbell rings) Oh, fine, okay.

Claire?

I was just in the area, so I thought I'd, you know...

It's just a hello, really.

Hello.

Hi.

I don't think I should come in.

We're closed, Kenny.

Sorry, Max, I just popped in on the off chance to hand in my invoice.

Out of interest, did you ever speak to any of Walter's neighbors?

No.

Hm.

Just that I've been chatting to the... Well, all the best, Kenny.

Thanks, Max.

Oh, thanks.

(sets glass down) You okay?

Yeah.

I like your place.

I bet you've got a nice house.

I hate my house.

(exhales) I should go.

No... You shouldn't.

(exhales softly) (chuckles softly) ♪ (blows) (door opens) (door shuts) ♪ ♪ ♪ (breathes deeply) ♪ (muted) (chair scrapes floor) (distant chatter) (dog barking in distance) (indistinct chatter) (door chimes) (car pulling in) (engine stops) (door bursts open, slams, footsteps approaching quickly) (breathlessly): I know, I know, I know I've been a dick.

And not just today, I know that.

It's just...

It's just that things have been... so... busy, with work and everything, it's... You wouldn't believe...

I don't care.

Claire, please, just listen to me.

I'll be honest.

The last few days, or week, whatever it's been, it's been... hard, Claire, it's been really hard.

But I've done it.

I've done it.

Everything's normal now.

(exhales): Me and you.

So come on, let's go out.

It's too late.

I know, Claire.

I know, but please, let's just move on from here, because everything will be different.

I'll be different.

(clicks tongue) (sighs): I'm just tired.

(sniffles) I need to shower and then... (chair scrapes) Let's just stay in, shall we?

Yeah, yeah.

Of course.

(gas ignites) (phone ringing out) ANGIE: Hey, this isn't a good time.

Okay, listen, just let me say this or I won't get it out.

Okay, I'm listening.

When I was younger and in a band, it looked just for a minute that we were gonna make it, and... And then it turned to (muted) and... Well, I've just... Just sort of drifted, I suppose, and I felt... More and more-- more scared, if I'm honest, really (muted) scared.

And then I met you, and I know it's not been long and it's pretty odd circumstances-- and tragic, too, with your uncle and that-- but...

I just feel like things are gonna get better for me.

And I suppose what I'm saying, and, and I've, I've gone round the houses on it here, but what I'm saying is that...

I want you to stay.

Yeah, I'm staying.

(line clicks, dial tone buzzes) (water boiling) ("It's All Over Now, Baby Blue" by Them playing) (television playing) ♪ You must leave now ♪ Take what you need ♪ You think will last ♪ But whatever you wish to keep ♪ ♪ You better grab it fast (song continues) ♪ Yonder stands your orphan with his gun ♪ ♪ Crying like a fire ♪ In the sun ♪ Look out, baby ♪ The saints are coming through ♪ ♪ And it's all over now ♪ Baby blue (doorbell rings) ♪ The highway is for gamblers ♪ Better use your sense ♪ Take what you have gathered ♪ From coincidence (camera flashing) ♪ The empty-handed painter from your streets ♪ (indistinct chatter) ♪ Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets ♪ ♪ The sky, too ♪ Has fallen in over you (song ends abruptly) Why are you still here?

Because I think you lied to me about what happened, about what this is.

It's time for you to go home.

I'm not going anywhere until I know what you did.

What we did.

(door closes) (song resumes) ♪ Well, strike another match ♪ Yeah, go start anew, go start anew ♪ ♪ 'Cause it's all over now, baby blue ♪ ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪ It's all over, it's all over now, baby blue ♪ ♪ It's all ♪ It's all over now, oh, yeah (fading): ♪ It's all over now, all over now ♪ (rain falling) (click) ♪ MAX: You've no idea who I'm involved with.

KENNY: I do, but I don't think you do.

It's time to take my brother and his shop out of the equation.

JAKE: Sometimes good people find themselves in desperate situations, and they lie.

(camera flashing) What do you want to know?

Everything.

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