01x02 - Episode 2

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Prolonged violent scenes from the
start and very strong language

I'm sorry.

I can't have this happening
in the middle of the town, John.

He's been trained to do that.

Sergeant.

Professional standards.

Is he?
If you'd told him you knew me,

you'd be persona non grata
on your first day.

Well, I felt bad ignoring you.

Here's another bill
that we cannae pay.

Get on your knees!

She's seeing someone else.

She's shagging someone,
I'm telling you. I know it.

No, she'll just be needing
a bit of time to herself, mate.

You told him about you and her yet?

I'll be in touch.

I think I've had a breakthrough.

A breakthrough? Yeah.

Yeah.

That's the right thing to say,
isn't it? Breakthrough?

I was at my ex—wife's new house.

This...

...big new house.

Mansion. It's a mansion.

I had to pick up Sammy.

And was her new husband there?
Lockie?

Yes.

Lockie was there. Lachlan.

Still the only Lockie I've ever met.

No-one at my school
was called Lockie.

Or Lachlan.

Well, anyway, so I went there,
and did all the usual.

I stood on the steps of, you know,
his mansion, and er,

was being all grown up,
shaking his hand,

his two...

...f*cking... Sorry.

It's OK. His two, er, 80 grand
cars in the drive and...

And so, I did all of that...

And I didn't want to k*ll him.

It's the first time I've been
and not wanted to k*ll the guy.

And I thought...

...this is a breakthrough, John.

You're having...
You're having a breakthrough.

And you didn't feel any resentment
at all?

No, nothing.

All gone.

And you didn't get
that urge you get?

You know, to do something silly?

No, no.

It was just...

'___

I think I felt relieved.

Relieved?

In what way?

In every way.

I think they're better off with him
than they are with me.

Do you mean in monetary terms?
Or in terms of your job?

It's not just the job.

Things feel like
they're unraveling,

everything's slipping
out of control.

Like we're... We're on the way
somewhere to... something.

And it's not going to be good.

It feels like Rhona and Sammy
being with Lockie...

...puts them on the other side
of that fence.

They're safe now.

What brought that on?

I don't know.

Sorry.

No, don't apologise.

Hmm...

I know how I've been.

I've been feeling sorry for myself.

No, you haven't... I have.

I've been a pain in the arse.

But I think I know what to do now.

I can see a way through. Mm...

OK.

OK... OK, so there's...
There's no gangsters in Edinburgh?

That's what he said.

He said there's only people
who think they're gangsters.

OK, nice, nice. So, what
the f*ck are we, then?

He said a policeman told him.

Oh, a polisman?
What f*cking polisman?

I don't know.

I told him about yous.

I told him he was robbing
Darryl Christie.

You said what?

I told him...

You don't mention
anybody's f*cking name!

Are you f*cking stupid?

You don't mention anybody's
f*cking name!

You understand, son?

What else did he f*cking say?

He said, "Why don't you have
a stag on?"

What? "A stag on"?!
What the f*ck's a stag on?

He said it's basic camp security.

All right, is he taking
the f*cking piss?

What the f*ck are you two c**ts
going on about?

I feel like you're just talking
a load of f*cking shite to me.

And what I really want to know, son,

is why you've nae got
a mark on your face,

why you didnae put up a fight.

He had a g*n!

He had a g*n? Oh, so, he can
fight back, but you can't?

All right.

Well, come on, sit down.

Come on, sit down, get comfortable.

Sit down!

Urgh!

Argh... Look at me, son.

I got a question for you.

What hand do you wank with? Huh?

What handed are you?

Right-handed.

No! Argh!

Right, you... You took the kicking,
well done.

What finger should he lose?

We'll get the money back.

It's nae about the money, son.

What finger should he lose?

What finger should he lose?

Ll

No!

Oh, his pinky? What, for five grand?

No!

Nice, nice.

Right, cut it off.

No. What do you mean, no?
Cut it off.

He's my mate. He's your what?

He's your mate?

No, no, no, no, son.
There's no mates in this game.

Don't you see what he did there?
Come on, use your brain.

What, you took the kicking
and him and some other c**t,

they're off with the f*cking money.

He set you up, son.

Cut his f*cking finger off, now.

I'll dae anything else.

Do whatever you say!

Whatever I say?

All right.
Did you hear that? Whatever I say.

All right. Whatever I say.

Right, shut him up for me.

No!

I still don't know
if it's doing me any good.

Well, it must be,
if you're still going.

I feel bad for her.

Andrea.

My wee shrink.

I feel like I have to make her
feel like she's helping me.

You know? I feel a deep
sense of obligation to her.

What progress have you made
on McJagger's stabbing?

You found the man
who intervened yet?

Er...

Shiv got a name.

She went round a few different
homeless places.

He's called Andy Rolland.

He's ex-Royal Regiment of Scotland.

One of the workers at the homeless
projects recognised his picture,

thinks he's got a spot off a close
on the high street.

I'll go there now. Good, good.
I need to see some progress.

There's a bus load of traumatised
tourists tweeting about it.

How do you think that makes us look?

Aye. Aye, everybody loves a Highland
warrior until they meet one.

Highland warrior, my arse.

Come on, now!

Relax...

Come on.

Should we not have parked
at the top and walked down?

You're in the city
of John Knox, Shiv.

Life's supposed to be difficult.

John.

I'm glad I caught you.

I'm sorry you found out from
Sammy about...

I can't talk the now, Rhona.

I'm busy. I don't have time.

Well, we need to talk about it,
john, so phone me back.

I will.

For f*ck's sake...

h*!

What the f*ck are yous doing?!

Rebus?

He was a decent guy, your brother.

I liked him.

How's he doing?

Ah, he's fine.

Still a miserable b*stard, like,
but, er... that's a family trait.

How long have you been out?

About six weeks now.

No, I meant the army, not the jail.

Ah, got you. Er...

About three years.

Do you recognise either of them?

No.

I just...

I saw the lad with the knife.

I think I thought they're going to
k*ll him, so I just steamed in.

You probably did save his life, eh?

So it's a good thing you did.

Do you remember anything else?

I think that one had
a tattoo on his neck.

What of?

I don't know.

Just looked like a tat.

Wasn't a birthmark or anything,
it was ink.

That's a start.

Why did you run away?

I don't know.

I'm just out the jail, eh? I...

I panicked.

Well, you didnae do anything wrong.
Well, can I go now, then?

Here, let me give you something.

I don't want your money.
It's for your time.

Here.

The brew's fine.

Andy!

Fight for your country,

thank you very much, now piss off
and don't bother us.

Is that why you went easy on him?

I didnae go easy on him.

You were going on about my tribe.

I know who yours are now.

It's a fact. The jails are full
of ex-servicemen and no-one cares.

I don't think it's
really like that any more.

There's plenty of charities.

There's Help For Heroes,
and all that.

And Poppy Day lasts longer
than Christmas these days.

He just doesn't want to get help,

that's his problem.

Male pride.

I don't have that.

You can get the teas.

I'm just saying,
you can help yourself if you want.

What do you want?

Michael, I ken you don't
want to talk to me.

Just listen. It's about
someone you know.

A boy that was in your battalion,
Andrew Rolland.

What about him?

He's a witness in something.

Ah, so you want my help now?

Ah, come on to f*ck, Michael.
The boy needs help, eh?

I just...

I thought maybe you could
get through to him, but...

Cos I doubt anyone else will.

Hello. Neil. Michael.
How you doing, pal?

I'm all right, Mick. How's you?

I'm fine, mate, you know.
You see it all.

Aye, tell me about it.

Yeah, listen, mate, what you up to?

I've just heard a bit of news
about a laddie

that used to be in your platoon.

I think we should set up
a trust fund for Sammy.

A trust fund?

My dad set one up for me
and my brother when we were born.

And, obviously, with our news,
I'm going to do one for him.

I just didn't want Sammy
to feel left out.

She wouldn't. She won't.

How do you know?

She wouldn't expect
anything like that.

It's about opportunity, isn't it?

Giving her the freedom to do
what she wants in the future.

If her brother has that and she
didn't, well, it wouldn't be fair.

How much are we talking about?

I know £1 million isn't much
these clays, but it's a start.

£1 million.

Are you kidding?

No.

I don't know. I would have
to talk to her dad about it.

I wish I'd been the one to tell him.

He won't like a trust fund.
He's quite Presbyterian at times.

And I don't want Sammy growing up
not having to work.

I want her to have a purpose
when she's older.

And she'd still have that.
You'd instill that in her.

This is about fairness.

Hi. Here for James McJagger.

OK, one second, please.

There is internal bruising...

Shiv!

Put the f*cking knife down!
Do you hear me? Put the...

ALARMS BLARE Help!

Get the f*ck off me! Please!

Still! Keep still!
Or I will break your f*cking arm!

Keep still, do you hear me?!

Help! Can we get some
f*cking help in here!

Help!

We need a central line
just now. Adrenaline.

Keep the pressure on the wound.
Cross stitch. I've got it.

I need some more help, now!

Argh! Don't move!

Don't move!

Stab wound in the neck...
Got him, got him.

Central line please.
Adrenaline, please.

Get an IV and I need a central line.
Get more help!

Not happy?

No, they are not happy.

Mcjagger's just been
stabbed to death

in a hospital bed in broad daylight.

That boy, Jack.

He wasn't one of the people who
was involved in the initial as*ault.

He's too slight.

No, it must be connected.

Yeah, he's been
put up to it by someone.

Has he said anything?

Just his name. He's still in shock.

He's from Edinburgh,
but he gave an address in Fife.

68...

...Keir Hardie Gardens.

Keir Hardie Gardens?

My brother's been staying there.

I'll get on to P division in Fife,
get them to check out the address.

Listen...

...erm...

...| might have a name
for who could be involved here.

Darryl Christie.

And how did you
get this information?

Cafferty.

I didn't go to him. He phoned me.

And why do you think
he would phone you, John?

Cafferty phoned me.
He told me he had some information.

It would have been remiss
of me not to listen.

We're not here to do
what Cafferty wants.

We're not!

We're solving the case.

Christie was in Polmont
when he was 17 for a stabbing.

He's got form.

There is a link between Cafferty
and Christie.

Christie's dad used
to worked for Cafferty.

But he committed suicide.
It was a while back.

Must have been round the time
that Darryl went to jail.

Erm, so, did...
And we investigated it?

Mm. Won't be in the system,
it's too long ago,

so I'll get on to records about it.

I can go and see Christie.

Don't let Cafferty think
that you're doing this for him.

I mean it.
I'm not doing it for him.

I'm the one who knows
what happened between you.

And if you're not telling me
the truth here...

I know what you did for me, Gill.

I don't have long here.
I have a pension. Big pension.

And nothing or no-one
is going to put that at risk.

Understand?

I just want to retire
and drink myself to death in peace.

That's the dream.

Open or closed?

Shut it.

You done your statement?

Yeah.

How you feeling?

Fine. Yeah.

Good.

Thanks, by the way.

You know, for in the room.

Don't be silly.

I slipped.

He had a few years on you, so...

What you trying to say, like?

I mean it, though.

Yeah, you would've done
the same for me.

I think.

Ger Cafferty phoned me up yesterday.

I think the attack on jimmy
maybe spooked him.

He gave me a name.

Darryl Christie.

I don't know him.

I think you and me should go
and say hello to him.

I don't want charity
from anyone, Mick.

I don't want a free ride.
I just want to earn money.

Proper money, you know?

Everybody's in the same boat, Neil.

I'm sick of it.

Do you remember what we always
used to say to each other?

Before we left?

f*ck's sake, Andy.

Look at the state of you.

Come on, son.

Kick! One, two, hook.

Again.

I appreciate that, man.
Thanks, man. OK.

That young boy Jack's
gone and k*lled McJagger.

Look, I never expected him
to do it, all right?

What did you f*cking
take him there for, then?

Well, he said he'd do anything.

So, I said, "OK, you f*cking wide-o, why don't you
get in there and k*ll this f*cking c**t for us?"

I thought he'd just jump out
and f*ck off. But he never.

Look, it's Barry, Darryl.
He's pan breed.

Which is what you wanted, no?

And what if the c**t grasses? Eh?

What if the shock wears off and
he realises he's going to do life?

It's fine, man. Nothing connects
him to you anyway.

You do.

Nash.

I like your tattoo, Shaun.

Ii?

Aye.

We'll catch up soon.

Mr Christie.

I'm Detective Sergeant Rebus.

Yeah, I know who you are.
Oh, do you? Mm-hm.

Did you hear about that business
at the hospital today?

I did. Terrible.

And where have you been today?

You know, round about. Why?

Because I want to know why that
young laddie k*lled McJagger,

and I heard it might have
something to do with you.

Me? No.

No?

McJagger works for Cafferty.

And?

REBUS CHUCKLES And!

Darryl did a bit of time
when he was younger for a stabbing.

And now look at all this.

Pleased to meet you.

Detective Constable Siobhan Clarke.

Pleased to meet you, Siobhan.

I just want you to know, Darryl,
if anything else happens...

...you're going to be
my first port of call.

And I'll do everything
I can to help.

I'm always open to helping people.

Always.

You be careful, Darryl.

You be very careful.

You have a nice day, Siobhan.

Chicken, aye.

Meat and that. But I didn't know
they put security tags in noodles.

Aye, but you shouldn't have
been shoplifting anything!

We've never done noodles before.
So you've done all this before!?

Move. Get out!

What's up?

Chrissie, darling, how you doing?

Neil. Long time, no see.

Hiya. How you doing?

This is Andy.
He was in Delta Company.

Listen, I just need to get
something for Neil from the shed.

All right? You all right?

Where'd you get it?

I'm not going to be a victim, Neil.

We know the army doesnae gie
a f*ck about us once we've left.

There's too many boys cannae hack it
when they come out. Not me.

Buy your wee one something.

If there's anything
you need me for, pal...

...just shout.

You didn't phone me back,
so I came round.

No, I, erm...

I forgot.

Sorry.

I brought you some groceries
in case you're not eating.

You better come in, then.

Italian-style ground coffee.

Your favourite.

I wanted to be the one who told you.

I'm fine.

Honestly. It's all good.

It wasn't something we'd planned.

I mean, we'd talked about it,
and, you know...

But we weren't expecting
it to happen so quick.

Same as Sammy.

That's not what happened with Sammy.

She was conceived on New Year's Eve.

New Year's Day. Same thing.

Scotland's fertility festival.

Stop it.

I meant what I said when I phoned!

Congratulations!

And to Lockie! Tell him that!

I will.

When are you due?

Round about Christmas.

A saviour.

Seriously though,
if it's a boy, right...

...you give him a proper name.

Don't go calling him Crawford or...

...Finlay...

...or any of that "g*y-tic" shite.

"Gah—lic."

"Ga-lic." You know what I mean.

Thank you.

Mm, not bad.

What does Sammy think?

She says she's excited.

A little brother or sister.

I didn't mean to drop her in it
when she phoned.

Oh, she's very annoyed at you.
Says you're a grass.

I'm a copper, I have to grass.

I told her that.

Have you made it up
with Michael yet?

No, not yet.

Well, I was thinking I would like
to go round and see them.

I don't know.

HOW?

I think they might be
a wee bit embarrassed.

You know how folk get
when things aren't going so well.

You're not trying to keep me
from them, are you?

No. No, I'm not.

I genuine...
I think they might be embarrassed.

It's like you're
intruding around there.

Well, I can't do any worse
than you've done, can I?

No.

Maybe not.

So...

...Lockie was talking about setting
up a trust fund for Sammy today.

A trust fund?

He's in such a bubble.

That's great.

It's not great, John. Aye, it is.

I'd have loved me a trust fund.

What? Do you not want him to do it?

I worry.

I worry about what
it might do to her.

Tell him I'll take it.

How much is he wanting to give her?

I don't know.

I just find it all a bit
disorientating, you know?

Just the ease of it all.

Well, I say, fill your boots.

Do you think that, though?

I do.

I'm happy for you.

You will go and see Michael,
won't you? For Sammy's sake.

The boys are her cousins.

OK.

I will.

Oh,

How was your clay?
Anything exciting happen?

I don't know how you do it.

It sounds so grim and depressing.

Mm...

And dangerous.

It's badly paid, too.

Why do you do it?

I could get you a job with me.

You're beginning to sound like my
parents, Kirsten.

I've told you, don't...

Don't do that.

Hello, Malcolm.

I heard what happened at the
hospital today. Are you all right?

I'm fine.
I could come round, if you want.

No, honestly, I'm...

I'm totally fine.
I just want to sleep.

Right, Ok[. I'll...

I'll see you tomorrow, OK?

Erm, OK. You know best. Bye.

Do you fancy going out?

Yeah. Yeah. Come on.

I need you to be straight with me.

I don't mind a bevvy...

...but are you using anything else?

No.

I swear.

I'm clean.

You're welcome to stay here
until we get something sorted out.

Thank you.

Hey, you don't need
to thank me, son.

Michael, we don't have room
to swing a cat in here.

He's no a cat, though, is he?

We cannae afford
another mouth to feed.

It might just be for a few days.
We'll manage.

I'm sick of managing.

And what about the boys?

Shoplifting.

As, they were only trying to help.

They're good lads.

Aye, but that disnae matter
if they've got a criminal record.

Come on.

I'll deal with it.

I promise.

Things are going to be better.

HOW?

How are they?

What's this?

Me and the lads,
we did a bit of work together.

What bit of work?

Just relax.

I'll explain everything later.

No, Michael, you need
to tell me what's going on.

What the f*ck?

What you wanting?

No. No more.

Aren't you drunk? I'm fine.

What's wrong with you?

I'm in the polis.

All right?

Fine.

And yourself?

I'm all right.

Listen...

...about the other day...

...| shouldn't have done it to you.

I'm sorry.

It was a lucky punch.
You took me unawares.

Aye, it was lucky, you're right.

That flat you said
there was drug dealing in.

Where was that?

Erm...

Top landing.

Last one on the right.

Is that number 68 by any chance?

Something like that.

HOW?

There was a m*rder
at the General today...

...And the boy that did it
gave that flat as his address.

Maybe I should listen to you.

Aye.

It was on the news.

You thought something
was going on over there.

You never know the half of it.

Where did you get that money?

I told you.

I did a bit of work...

...For Neil.

It's all good.

We've got enough to pay the bills.
That's what matters. Nothing else.

Aye.

Hello?!

f*ck.

Nearly there.

Is it OK if I get my head down?

Course.

I suppose with you being in jail,
you know who people are?

Well, aye.

You kind of have to know who's who.

You ever heard of someone
called Darryl Christie?

Aye.

He owns a gym. How?

We'll talk about it in the morning.

It's going to be OK, son.