All language subtitles for Guilt 2019 S01E03

This is the best yet.

When they bottled that,
your lot were communists.

Things have changed.

- I've noticed.
- So... everything is OK?

Everything is OK.

You know, with these laws of yours,

it is easier in Scotland than
anywhere else even London.

Well, we always like
to beat the English.

My associates want to double
the money coming through.

No problem.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

The money.

How do you clean it?

How do you dirty it?

At least it was peaceful.

Aye, that was something.

Well, as you know, Walter left
you everything, the full caboodle.

That's the last thing I care about.

Sorry.

Almost everything.

Pardon?

He left his vinyl record
collection to his niece.

That wasn't in the will
from what he told me.

No, it was a codicil which he
gave me last time I saw him,

which I must admit, I can't...

...immediately find.

Och, I'm sure I could sort
that out for you, Henry.

No, I'm afraid I can't settle
the estate until I speak to her.

Och... No! The estate
needs settled, Henry.

Not without speaking to her,
Sheila. My hands are tied.

I remember she lived abroad.

Was it Australia, maybe?

America.

I met her at the house.
She's a nice lassie.

I'll tell her that you want to see her.

Wonderful.

You know, Roxy Music

and there are some
significant caveats to this

but Roxy Music could caveats to follow

have been bigger than The Beatles.

I'm worried you're going
to tell me the caveats.

I could whittle them down to ten.

You can have three.

I can't the argument justice
in three. It's ten or nothing.

Nothing. Genuinely happy with nothing.

Love Is The Drug by Roxy Music

Where did you get these?

I arrived in Scotland a few months ago.

I wanted to see Walter before
he died, but it wasn't just that.

I had to get away from
America, from my ex,

from a lot of things I
didn't want to go back to.

But Walter was kind of OK.

The doctor said he had six
months, he was well looked after,

he had this whole thing with
the old lady over the road,

so I went travelling
up to the Highlands.

Went broke, wound up working in a bar,

which I guess was illegal
on my tourist visa.

Then I overstayed it anyway.

So when Walter died and I
had to speak to the lawyer...

...I don't know, it just felt safer

to tell everyone I'd just got here.

- You should have told me.
- I know.

Obviously, I didn't think
that this was going to happen.

And I'm telling you now.

But I'm sorry.

I lied to you and I don't
want to do that any more.

You know, sometimes good
people, very good people,

find themselves in desperate
situations, and they lie,

and they feel terrible about it, but...

You know, as long as
they make amends, then...

...for me, it's bygones
all round, sort of thing.

Thanks for understanding.

This does not change
me wanting you to stay.

I thought when you said that...

Jake, I said I was staying a little
longer to figure things out, but...

...I mean, beyond that? Oh, this
place is getting sold, for a start.

Well, we can live at mine.

Or somewhere better.

And I'd work illegally? Or would
we both live off your store?

Well, the shop does all right...

- I think.
- You think?

Well, Max's accountant does my books.

You know, I don't really get into it.

You don't get into it?

- It's your store.
- Yeah, it is. But, you know,

that's just the way it's
always worked, you know?

I sign a few forms here and
there and that's it, really.

Let's talk about this later.

I-I need to pack up Walter's stuff.

OK.

I'll see you later, then. Sure.

And I'm sorry for lying to you.

Ah, don't worry about it.

These things even themselves out.

Rewind it.

Could you go a wee sandwich?

No thanks.

Play it.

I can turn out a decent
coronation chicken traditional...

What was that?

I didn't see.

Oh, aye.

Right enough. Got good eyes.

That's Walter.

Poor old bastard.

Oh, well. There we go.

Morning, Jake!

- All right, Kenny.
- Want a lift?

Er... No, I'm fine, thanks.

- Shanks's pony frees the mind.
- What, you don't have a car?

By choice.

Planet's dying, Kenny. I use the trams.

People knock them, but
I like their whole vibe.

They've got this sorta quiet dignity.

So Max drives, does he, when
you two are palling about?

Oh, I wouldn't say me and
Max do much palling about.

Well, you have recently.

Yeah, well, that's
because... Aye, I suppose.

- I'll see you later on, Jake.
- Aye, maybe.

Feels like I'm doing
more and more of these.

These are the page numbers, right?

I imagine so.

I want to see the rest.

Sorry?

Let's see what kind of
shape the business is in

gauge potential and so on.

I'll tell you what, mate.
Why don't you just sign

these just now and I'll
be sure to pass that on?

No, it's my shop.

I want to see the rest.

OK.

Hi.

Erm... Listen, I'm quite busy right now.

♪ Candle in the room in the afternoon ♪

♪ How do you spoon? She will be soon ♪

♪ Wait me a fork ♪
♪ Raise a knife ♪

♪ Speaks a joke ♪
♪ She soaks me alive ♪

♪ Candle in the room in the afternoon ♪

♪ How do you spoon? She will be soon ♪

♪ Wait me a fork ♪
♪ Raise your knife ♪

♪ Speaks me a joke ♪
♪ She soaks me alive ♪

♪ Oh ♪
♪ Sit down on my chair ♪

♪ When nobody want to care... ♪

Hiya, buddy. Sorry I missed ya earlier.

Yeah, don't worry about that.

Hey, I had a weird
call from my accountant.

He says you didn't sign off some papers.

Yeah, I was thinking I should
take charge of that stuff.

- You should?
- Yes, Max. Me.

I don't mean you couldn't. It's just...

- Why would ya want to?
- Cos I can't spend my life like this,

I want to take on
responsibility, be more ambitious.

Well, what do you want to know?

Everything.

I want to make plans, Max,

think about the future, work
out what this place can offer us.

- Us?
- Me.

Whatever.

OK, erm... Let me look into it.

Hey, Claire.

- Holy shit.
- Yep.

Are you enjoying it?

Well, that's not important.

Well, it's kind of important.

No, look...

I just need someone to
tell me how insane this is.

- I'm sorry I've put that on you...
- It's not insane.

Having an affair?

Though "affair" sounds a
little grandiose, doesn't it?

It's more...

Oh, I don't know what it is.

- Do you think Max has ever...?
- No.

Max cares about image and control...

...which, as it turns out,
is a really good substitute

for, you know, morality.

- So what are you going to do?
- I don't know.

I know I have a nice life, and
I should be grateful for it...

...but I don't remember
ever agreeing to any of it.

It just sort of happened.

And then I look at you...

...and I can see that
you're different...

...that you've made decisions...

...not just, you know...

...played it safe.

Yeah, I've made a lot
of decisions, Claire.

And a lot of them have been
terrible, and I regret them.

And what I regret more than
anything is that, on a few occasions,

I didn't just play it fucking safe.

There is a lot to be said for
having a nice life, Claire.

That's all.

He's done.

That seems... unlikely.

We had a good run, Cameron.
You had a very good run.

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

I can still do what I need
to do, but he needs to go.

Max, I'm afraid that you've
fallen for a deception.

This is not really me.

And this us...

...it's not really me, either.

I am simply a legitimising presence.

And behind me, Max...

Behind me is reality. And you don't
want to know what the reality is,

and you certainly don't want to meet it.

So, please, let us keep the
pretence. Let us fix this.

I don't know if I can.

Well, I hope you can.

What are you up to?

Hey! Just sorting out this place a bit.

Weird stuff at the back,
collectibles up front,

throw them in with the big guns

and then hopefully lead them
down a wormhole or two, you know?

- Well, I'm sure that will...
- help.

Going to get a website done, bring
in the international collectors.

Good luck with that.

And if I'm honest, Max, I'm
wondering if I should move up town.

- Just sell this place, see what's available...
- No!

Jake, no, it's... That's not possible.

Vinyl's booming, Max just not in Leith.

I spoke to your accountant. He's
going to do you a financial summary.

Should take a few weeks, so,

you know, just crack
on as normal till then.

Nah.

- Sorry?
- I don't want summaries, Max.

I want the full shebang.

- Why?!
- Cos it's my shop!

Yeah, it is. It is.

But there's a couple of
wee tax things involved,

which are to both our benefits.
It's best you don't know the details.

It's called plausible deniability.

Is that what it's called?

Yes, Jake, that's what it's called.

Now I want to know everything
see what you've got me into.

Got you into? I kept
you in bloody business!

- What does that mean?
- It means just do what I tell ya!

Get me my accounts, Max!

Get me the paperwork for this
place, then leave me alone.

Fine.

I'll cut you loose.

Let you sink or swim.

That's all I want.

Not to ruin the surprise,
it'll mostly involve sinking.

Bye, Max.

Oh...

I'll be going up at lunchtime.

Tomorrow?

Fuck off, Max.

Oh, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on!

Yes! Come on!

But here come the others
tightening up again...

Oh, no, no, no, no! No, no, no!

No!

Hi! I can't take your call just now,

but please leave a message
and I'll call you right back.

Hi, it's...

I'm sorry.

I wish I was braver...

...but I'm not.

And I should tell you
that now, for both of us.

I'm really sorry...

...but...

...bye.

Well?

Sit down, Max.

Would you like a lemonade?

It's just off the draught, but it's...

Kenny, I don't appreciate the mystery.

You're not a man who has
earned the right to mystery.

OK.

Well?!

Oh, I'm sure it was an accident.

What was?

When you killed Walter.

Mm?

Oh!

Oh, Jesus, Kenny!

This is you sober?

You and Jake, your car...

...late, dark.

Walter's out on the road.

Then you put him back in his house,

buggered off, and here we are.

Without wanting to entertain what is

clearly the result of
a booze-ravaged mind,

I'd like to point out
Walter died of cancer.

Aye, you had a right result
there, didn't you, Max?

A right result...

...just like you had
with the paint sample.

Kenny, I hope you get the
help you so clearly need.

I found the garage.

I spoke to the mechanic who
knocked the dents out of your car.

You shouldn't have used
your credit card, Max!

But that's the arrogance there, you see?

- This is ridiculous.
- No, it's not.

I've known you for a long time,
Max. This is entirely logical.

This is something you would do.

This is exactly what you would do.

What do you want, Kenny?

I want my family back, which
means I want my career back,

which can happen one of two ways.

I can take you down,

and prove that I'm straight
enough to shop a client.

What's the second way?

Full partner.

- With whom?
- With you.

- You're deranged.
- You do the legals,

I'll handle investigations,
security, whatever needs done.

- Needs done?
- I can be between you and the street,

Max, which is something you require,

considering who you're involved with.

You've no idea who I'm involved with.

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

Mm!

Just think about it, Max.

And be careful.

So I thought a website

could bring in international
collectors, you know?

You don't have a website?

I always thought it was cooler to
fly under the radar, sort of thing.

So your business plan
was to kind of hide.

I thought the punters would seek
me out like a hidden gem, you know?

- How did that go?
- Oh, I overestimated the punters'

seeking-out abilities.

Truth be told, they're
pretty shite at it,

which is why I'm looking
to move the shop up town.

- Get in amongst it.
- You could do that?

'Course I can!

With the move, busier shop, I
could do with the help, you know?

Let's see what happens.

What's this?

It's just one of Walter's crazy notes.

Who's Jessie?

I don't know.

- Follow them.
- What is this?

We're friends of
Cameron. Now, follow them!

You need to come down here now.

What?

It's probably nothing.

What is it?

Do you know who I am?

You work for me.

I didn't know that.

Well, that's why I am who I am

because people like you work for
me and don't know they're doing it.

Erm... Look, whatever this is, I...

And I don't know the details of
it. I've never known the details.

Your brother's shop
is a registered address

of 43 Scottish limited partnerships,

and he knows fuck all about it.

- Yeah.
- Now I need those

limited partnerships to stay open

and the money that goes through
them to keep going through them

money which, incidentally,
is about to double,

so this is not a good
time for, er, disruption.

Let's work out what we can...

Now the reason that
you recognise me, Max,

is because, for many years, myself
and the people that work for me

have committed significant
amounts of extreme violence.

But of course, that's
all in the past now.

You know, I'm a businessman now,

but a businessman who, in the past,

has committed significant
amounts of extreme violence.

Have you seen a dog, mate?

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

You leave my brother alone.

P-please.

Well, I suppose that's in
your hands, son, isn't it?

I'm sorry.

Yeah.

Where are you?

Chasing something up.

She's looking for you.

I won't be long.

I miss him terribly.

But it was God's way.

I'm sorry for your loss.

I looked after Walter for a long time.

We had an agreement.

All he had was his house, but it was...

Well, it was a haven to him,
particularly towards the end.

So I paid for everything

specialist care, all those
daft alternative treatments...

...and when he died,
he left me the house.

The solicitor will sell it and,

after I've been repaid,
the balance goes to charity.

- Lifeboats.
- Aye, he loved those lifeboats.

But it turns out, unbeknownst to me...

...that Walter left
his record collection

to a niece in America, his only family.

Not that she had
anything to do with him.

Well, we don't know where she is.

The solicitor's lost the instruction.

I mean, it could take months
to find her if we even can.

I'm in debt, love, and all
for the sake of a few records.

And that's when Gordy had his wee idea.

Well, it wasnae my...

All people are expecting
is a grieving niece.

All Walter's solicitor is expecting...

...is an American woman
with an American passport.

No.

Gordy talks about you a lot.

He says you turned up here in
slightly reduced circumstances.

Perhaps you'd accept
some money for your time.

I was thinking maybe...

...£10,000?

- It's just a wee idea.
- I know, but I'm not a criminal.

I know you're not.

But what you are is skint, scared,
and trapped in this shithole,

and you're running away frae something.

I imagine you're
running away from a man.

I know about running away frae your man.

I ran away from his father all the time,

but I always went back...

...because of money.

So I hustled and scrapped.

And one way or another,

I put money between him and me...

...and that is how I got away.

And I think you're trapped here...

...and you can't go home
cos you've got no money

to put between you and him.

I'm giving you half a chance.

A wee head start.

This wasn't his idea.

'Course it wasn't.

And the lifeboats don't get shit.

- Of course they don't!
- No?

Ten grand.

20.

Stevie?

Is it Stevie? I forget.

Sorry, boss. I was just
chasing something up.

- All right?
- You two are up.

Uncooperative complainer.

- Oh, sorry, boss, we're clocking off...
- Have fun.

When you told me you
were going on holiday,

I said, "Don't be away on the 19th."

Cos on the 19th, the label were
up from London to see the band,

and I said to you I'd go see
her every day in that place

like I did when you were
busy getting married,

busy building your house,
busy starting your practice

but I needed the 19th off...

...and you just went, anyway...

...and I was halfway through the
sound check when I got the call.

Jake, I've got more pressing matters...

And by all accounts, the
boys did all they could

but I was lead guitar,
so they were a right mess.

- They said she had months.
- Well, they said she might have months.

Oh, Jesus Christ, Jake!

The shop that's how I got over it.

When you bought me the shop, I thought,

"Well, there's some feeling there",

"there's some humanity,
there's some guilt."

But now, now, it looks like

that's not why you
bought me the shop at all.

I opened my practice in
the middle of the recession.

I was arrogant, stupid,

and things got a little desperate,
and I got in a wee bit of trouble.

I don't want to hear it.

- Well, you need to hear it.
- I don't want to, Max!

I just want to stand here and think
about how things might have gone

because that's what I do every year.
I stand here, I look at that date,

and I think about how
things might have gone,

and how I might have
escaped like you escaped.

You're not listening to me.

- I didn't escape!
- Because that was it!

That was my way out,
and you took it from me.

Jake, if your band was going to
get signed, they'd have got signed.

You're probably right,

but it would have been nice
to have had a shot, you know,

at something, something bigger,
something better, something real.

Well, now maybe I do.

I can understand why
you think like that,

because you're a better man
than the life you've had.

And maybe I should've helped you more.

I shouldn't have let you struggle.

I suppose I thought that, for
you, struggle was just, you know,

part of your whole thing, you know.
And I was wrong, and I'm sorry.

I can help you now, more
than you can imagine.

Because if you want bigger and
better and all that bollocks,

then stick with me because
that's how you'll get it.

Stick with me.

Stick with the shop and the system.

That's the right way, Jake.

Take out what you want.

And the wrong way...

The wrong way is to go with her.

And if, in your head,
it's between me or her,

I hope it's not even a question.

But if it is...

...then believe me, Jake, the
answer and it is fucking resounding

the answer is me.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe she's the wrong option.

But I've got nothing to lose, Max.

I've lived half my life and...

...I've nothing to lose.

Jake, you're in danger, proper danger.

- Then call the police.
- No! No, we can't.

We never can, can we, Max?

Not now, not when we hit Walter.

What have you done?

What have you done to me?

I can tell you as much as you want
to know. It's... It's up to you.

But if you walk away
from me now, we're fucked.

Both of us.

Properly.

Seriously.

Dangerously fucked.

Well, it's nice to have the company.

Fuck.

Hi, er, where are ya?

Where?

The chequebook?

We can start with the chequebook.

Jesus Christ! Are you kidding me?

- 50 quid here and there?
- A little more than that.

- Well, not much more.
- You said you paid for everything.

I did, and then he paid me back.

He was housebound.

Do you know what housebound means?

I mean, it's fairly self-explanatory.

That's not what you said.

What do you want me to tell you, love?

About going over there at the crack
a dawn and coming home in the dark?

About cooking his meals
and cleaning his house?

About washing the body of a dying man?

Cos that's a fucking barrel of laughs!

You took his money, then
you waited for the house.

And then... Well, you had
enough of waiting, didn't you?

- I don't understand.
- I think you were overdosing him.

You've lost your bloody marbles!

And so did Walter.

He left a note in the
records for his niece.

"Non compos mentis", hm?

That's what the doctor said.

That's where your note if
there was a note came from.

An unsound mind.

A scared, confused man
who barely knew his name.

What the fuck did you get me into?

You need to go now.

America, anywhere. Just go!

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

You think I trust you
to leave without it?

That is very hurtful.

You're a liar.

There are only liars in this room.

Well, that was a shitty way to do it.

Yeah.

It was.

Sorry.

You're going to have
to talk to me soon or

we'll encounter
operational difficulties.

You're the definition of
operational difficulties, Stevie.

That's your main talent.

Where is she?

- The uncooperative complainer?
- He.

Sign in here, please?

- What sort of domestic?
- IC2.

Right.

Drink-driving?

No, found unconscious at Leith Docks.

Here, why don't you take this
one and come in late tomorrow?

- Are you taking the piss?
- Come in late all week.

- I'll cover for you.
- Stevie...

I've covered your arse all day,
while you've been at the bookies,

and my reward was calling my ex's
smug bitch of a wife to get her

to pick up my kids from school,
so for the sake of novelty

as much as anything just do
your bloody job for five minutes.

I wasn't at the...

Mind if I take a seat?

Nothing can, you know, happen.

Not here.

And I know it's a little
late for me to start

- laying down moral markers...
- Nice house.

Thanks.

I suppose a place like this
comes with a lawyer husband

ill-gotten gains and all that.

It's not ill-gotten. He works hard.

- Does he talk to you about his work?
- No.

It's one of the many
things we don't talk about.

I don't get it.

- Why would you even care about Max?
- I'm sorry, er...

I shouldn't have shown up like this.

No.

I'm sorry.

Because you were the first bit
of happiness proper happiness

I have had in a long, long time...

...so I reacted, obviously,

- by running away.
- Claire, it's cool.

Maybe we should...?

I don't have to make
any decisions yet, do I?

Don't do anything for me.

Honestly, I-I don't want you to do that.

What was it?

It was fun. That's all.

But don't beat yourself up,

don't do anything drastic.

I'm sure I'll see you at the gym.

- Bye, Claire.
- No, wait I...

It's a shame what happened to him.

To Walter.

Aye, it was.

It was a shame what
happened to Ralph, too.

Eat your soup, son.

You're going to get up the road...

...before it gets too dark.

Can you hear us, Mr Burns?
I asked 'em not to call ya.

What happened?

Someone hit me from behind.

I didn't see what happened.

I'm exercising my legal
right not to comment further.

This was a violent attack. That's
not someone we want on the streets.

I'm exercising my legal
right not to comment further.

Call us if you change your mind.

Thanks for coming in.

I don't know why you still come
in, Stevie. Just get signed off

depression or whatever
you want to call it.

I'm not depressed! Really?

Well, you should be at least a wee bit.

And I say that with love.

Oh, bollocks! I've
left my phone in there.

Christ's sake!

I know, I know. It's fine. You go.
I'm just round the corner from here.

Come on! I've wasted
enough of your time today.

You get up the road.

And I'll be in early tomorrow, I promise

ready to fight the good fight,

wash the scum from the
street and all that.

Bye, Stevie.

- Hello?
- Sheila.

Henry McKinnon.

- How are you?
- I'm confused, Sheila, is how I am.

- Oh?
- I've just had an e-mail

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.

Well...

...I-I tried.

You'll just scare him.

You'll just... scare him.

You shouldn't have come up here, Mum.

The solicitor knows that
Angie's not Walter's niece.

- I'm seeing him tomorrow, so I need you.
- No.

Sorry?

Ralph died and you got his house.

Walter died and you're getting a house.

Now, I don't want to
know what you've done,

but I don't want to be involved
not with this, not with you.

Ralph was sick and he
died, and that was very sad.

And I got a house and you
got your pub, so there you go.

Now, concentrate, Gordy.

- The solicitor...
- You're on your own, Mum.

She doesn't know anything.

How do you know?

She trusts me.

Clearly.

Befriend.

That's what I said befriend.

You can't get much friendlier than that.

She doesn't know anything.

OK.

No!