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That woman has
blood on her face.

She's a lawyer.

She wants us to leave it.

She got her teeth
pulled out and her skull

caved in with a hammer.

That guy killed her, McVie.

And we took money from him.

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

You need to start
attracting some new readers.

The bad news is
that not all of you

will be embarking on this
exciting new journey.

Mark Thillingly... Society Amnesty International?

There's a link between
the death of Vhari Burnett

and Thillingly's suicide.

Her sister is
missing and we think

that might tie in as well.

No, let me....

McVie!

It's just some
personal things for Mr. McVie.

I just want... for everything he needs.

Thanks very much.

Meehan, trouble seems
to follow you around.

Good job he managed to get
out of the car when he did.

I think your surveillance
techniques need

a wee bit of work though, eh?

How'd you get Lafferty's
address anyway?

It couldn't have been DS Burns
now, by any chance, could it?

I hear you two are
quite chummy these days.

My personal life
is my business.

Not when it involves one
of my officers, it's not.

Lafferty's alibi
checks out, by the way.

He's no longer a suspect.

So you were wasting your time.

Mark Thillingly killed Vhari.

We're sure of it.

And the petrol bomb,
what exactly was that?

What did you expect rakin'
around in his business?

Oh, stay away from DS Burns.

He can be a charmer.

But he can be plenty of
other things as well.

I choose my
friends only far too well.

I'm up on the pavement.

And their all down in the
cellar with their government

grants and my IQ.

They brought me down to
size, academia blues.

Up eight flights of stairs
to her basement flat.

Pretty confused, huh, being
shipped around like that.

Seems we climbed so high,
now we're down so low.

Strikes me the
moral of this song

must be there
never has been one.

Hey you.

What's up with your face?

I'm fine.

I'm not feeling anything.

They've got me doped
up to the gunnels.

When that car went up, I
thought you were a goner.

You should change your
name to Harry Houdini.

Who was your friend?

What?

A nice man came and dropped
off some stuff for you.

Colin.

Is that your brother?

No.

Just a friend?

Did I say that?

You're not saying anything.

He's my partner, Paddy.

In what?

Life.

Your boyfriend?

You kept that a secret?

Can you imagine what it would
have been like working in there

with that lot if they knew?

They would have made
my life a misery.

They're not exactly in touch
with their feminine side,

are they?
- Neither were you.

Well, that was an act.

Why am I telling you this?

The drugs probably.

Yeah, that's it.

Just forget I said that.

I'm delusional.

I'm so drugged up
I've woke up gay.

Ooh, I'm away with it.

Is Colin away with it as well?

Seeing as how they've
given you this truth drug,

is there anything else
you'd like to tell me?

No, I think that's
probably enough.

And if you tell anybody else,
I will gouge your eyeballs out

with a soup spoon.

You don't need
to worry about me.

I hate people that
can't keep secrets.

Ah, geez.

Get the nurse, will you?

I think I could do with another
wee dash of that morphine.

You wishing you
could turn back time?

Yeah, I suppose so.

In a good way or a bad way?

Let's just forget
this happened shall we?

Can we do that?

Yeah.

It's already forgotten.

You know, all I wanted
was a welcome drink.

You really didn't have
to take it that far.

Dick!

Dan, actually.

You have got a big gob.

Aye, thanks very much.

It has been mentioned.

Give the funnies a rest.

You told Gallagher about us.

And how exactly
did Lafferty know

we were going to check him out?

Hey, hey, innocent
on both charges.

See, thanks to you, McVie's
lying in a hospital bed.

And now Gallagher thinks I'll
shag anyone with a cheesy line

and jokes.

Cheesy?

Oh, piss off, Burns.

All right, listen up.

I want everything we've
got on Lafferty, all right,

everything.

If he thinks he can attack
one of us and get away with it

he can think again.

I don't thinking
is his strong point.

The cops don't even
know if it was him.

Of course it was
him, the toe rag.

I want as much muck as
we can find thrown at him

and his family, all right?

Their a bunch of
robbing scumbags

and I want the whole
city to know it.

Sounds good to me.

Get on with it.

I gotta talk fast.

I'm on hold.

I took a bribe the
night we were at Vhari

Burnett's house, 50 quid.

McVie said it was OK.

I thought you should know.

Took a bribe from who?

The guy at the door.

The guy that might
have murdered her.

He said it could harm her
career if her drinking

got into the paper.

What?

You work for him now, do you?

I needed the money.

Our leccy was going
to get cut off.

So I don't pay you enough?

Not enough to
support a whole family.

What and you took the
money and you walked away?

And now you're putting
yourself in danger trying

to make it right, is that it?

Or putting other people
in danger to be precise.

Is that the story?

I handed it over to the cops.

I thought it may have had the--

the killer's fingerprints on it.

Look, I know it was stupid to
take it in the first place.

I couldn't hate myself any more.

It's not the reason that
I became a journalist.

Yeah, well, you
know, uh, you're

not the first journalist
to get a sore ass

from sitting on their scruples.

Thing is, Maloney knew
about it, the 50 quid.

She must have a contact
in the cop shop.

It's Gallagher.

I saw them together.

She's a fast mover, eh?

The thing is, you
and I are going

to have to cover our backs when
it comes to Ms. Maloney, OK?

Is that a deal?

If you say so.

Get some rest.

You look knackered.

Hey, and no more back
handers, you understand?

That can never happen again.

Yeah.

How's McVie?

He's OK.

Whose idea was it to stake out
the biggest psycho in this city

anyway?

No, wait, don't tell me, you.

See if you ask me, I think
you'd better sticking

to the... supplement.

Well, nobody did
ask you because nobody

gives a toss what you think.

Hey, off.

I'm impressed by the loyalty
that Devlin shows his staff.

This McVie incident, he's
taken it personally, hasn't he?

The press can't be
intimidated by thugs.

Not unless they own the paper.

Keep that up and
you're out the door.

I can't... it out of the bag.

It was always on my
shoulders in the end.

And what choice do you have?

Well, we're not
starving yet, are we?

Oh, we're not far from it.

What's up?

Are you sure you want
to keep these cords?

They've seen better days.

They're looking for
scabs to break the strike.

Your mother
thinks I should go.

A scab?

Are you serious?

Oh, don't start
getting all romantic

about the working class.

Leave that to the posh folk.

The union doesn't
make the rules.

I can't do it.

It goes against
everything I believe.

And what's that exactly?

No, no, no, no, tell me.

I'm fascinated.

What do you believe
in, Connor Meehan?

Letting other people suffer
because of your principles?

Well, I believe in having
a roof over me head.

And I believe in making
sure that there's food

on the table for me children.

I'd rather beg.

Well, I've never
accepted charity.

And I'm not gonna start now.

You can't ask him to do this.

He'll be despised.

Well, there's worse things.

Don't do it, dad, please.

Why did you say that to him?

It is none of your business.

If we don't stick
together, then we're nothing.

Oh, is that right,
comrade Paddy?

Well, I don't see you
do much to help others.

Stay out of this.

No.

When you're in my
house, my rules.

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

Meaning?

Meaning maybe it's
time I got my own flat.

Well, if that's the way
you feel, maybe you should.

No.

No!

- Come here!
- Oh, God!

You're not going nowhere!

Please, you don't
have to do this, please.

So did you have any
other valuables taken?

I did, yeah.

I had a watch and a wallet.

OK..., if you do
notice anything..

I wouldn't touch anything.

The place was broken
into last night.

The cops are
checking for prints.

Junkies probably.

What was the
night editor doing?

Sleeping, naturally.

That the cop you were shagging?

You fell for the mad wife
in the attic routine then.

Ay, apparently
he's famous for it.

Of course, violin lessons,
completely..

That's not the only thing
you won't be able to do.

Meehan will help you out there.

What are you doing here?

Eh, well, I didn't want
to lie in a hospital bed

when we had a story to finish.

Hey, I'm absolutely fine.

Totally compos mentis.

Just don't expect me to
clap along to anything.

Listen, eh, thanks
very much for not

mentioning Colin and all that.

And I wouldn't.

But you can't live
a double life.

Well, that's easy
for you to say.

You don't come from Bellanoch.

Right, what have we got?

The cops believe that
Thillingly killed Vhari

Burnett then topped himself.

Why do we think different?

He's not the type.

We need more on Thillingly
just in case he did it.

That's a double-page
spread, easy.

Are you missing something?

Somebody sent me a key.

I wanted to check it out,
but it's definitely gone.

A key?

Do you mind if I ask why CID
are investigating a break-in?

Aye, I do.

Is it true about your wife?

Will you go?

See I've heard
it's just the line

you spinned to justify
why it's OK for you

to sleep with other women.

Oh, women like you you mean?

Stones, people, glass
houses, put those words

in the right order, Paddy.

Is it true?

You're right.

She didn't attack me
with a bottle opener.

She's just an every
day house wife.

It was a lie.

I knew it and you knew it.

But it oils the wheels
of deceit, doesn't it?

So don't dump your guilt on me.

Just tell us what
we need to know

and we can bring all
this madness to an end.

You're going to
let me out of here?

Well, I'll certainly give
it serious consideration.

The alternative doesn't
bear thinking about.

Now you know what I
did to your sister.

Well, that would pale into
insignifigance compared

to what I would do to you.

Now who did you pass
the information to?

We don't do criminal
cases here, small stuff,

people with... problems, debt, expense claims,

or prison visits.

Was Mark at work on Tuesday?

He was, aye.

And did he do or say
anything out of the ordinary?

Do you mean, did I
think he was suicidal?

No.

You say that like he
didn't kill himself.

I don't think he did.

Eh, Mark's wife said that
he was mugged that night.

What?

Outside in the car park.

That didn't happen.

I waved
to him as he drove away.

It wasn't even
dark when he left.

I do remember one thing, though.

There was a red Mercedes
in the car park.

It left at the same time.

I only noticed it because
you don't get many of them

in...

Listen, I really have to go.

Thank you for your time.

What are you thinking?

We should check
out that old building

that Karen's brother mentioned.

Never know your luck.

McVie, look.

Karen?

Karen?

What's that?

You see anything?

It looks like she was here.

There was a Mercedes
following Thillingly.

Same Merc at Vhari's
the night she died.

And what else have you got?

Apart from a bad
case of sunburn.

We know Karen Burnett has
information on Red Willie.

What if she gave it to Vhari?

You're assuming this
info came from the GCHQ

where she worked, right?

Could be.

What, and this information
was enough to lead to her death?

Karen Burnett
obviously thinks so.

Does she?

Well, there's a lot of could-bes
and what-ifs isn't there?

Well, why were
the guys who knocked

lumps into her half
brother looking for her?

Maybe they were
blackmailing Red Willie.

And what if he paid
someone to kill her?

Now that would be a good story.

But why would Willie
McDade be getting mixed

up with someone like Lafferty?

It all comes back to
the guy with the braces.

I think he's the guy that's
driving the red Merc.

Yeah, well, we need to talk
to Willie McDade, don't we?

Get a quote.
- No problem.

I know some of his team.

I'll make a few calls.

Well, tell him we'll meet
whenever and wherever he wants.

Well, you can't go, can you?

Look at the state of you.

We want him to
take us seriously.

Don't you think we
need someone with a bit

more experience on this?

No, I don't.

It's her story.

I'm not doing
this without McVie.

Well, both of
you go then, go on.

Come on.

No problem.

I thought we were supposed
to stick together.

Did I say that?

Look, it's just I really want
to get out of the...

into features.

This story, it's my big chance.

Meehan, you took a bribe.

You screwed a cop
for information.

You're a liability
to this newspaper.

The only reason you're still
here is because of Devlin.

It was you who told Gallagher
about Burns and me, wasn't it?

Listen, when you
get to where I am,

you pull that ladder behind
you as fast as you can.

Otherwise some bushy
tailed little idealist

like you with some bizarre
idea about sisterhood

will be hanging onto the hem of
your skirt like a..

Hey.

Did you really think
I was on your side?

Is there something
we can do for you?

I'm here to see Willie McDade.

Is that the fourth
estate banging at the door?

Let them in.

Thanks for agreeing to
speak to us, Mr. McDade.

Eh, can I get you a drink?

A wee Bell's.

Do you want another?

Another wee Bell's.

We were hoping you could tell
us what work Vhari Burnett was

doing for the union.

So you can
take the poor women?

This is a serious story we're
doing, Mr. McDade, not just

some anti-union muck raking.

Really?

That makes a big change, yeah.

Because all you press
boys have done up to now

is print a pack
of lies about how

the... are supported
by Soviet trust funds.

We think Vhari
Burnett was killed

because she had
information about you,

sensitive information.

You don't want this story
to spiral, Mr. McDade.

It doesn't look good.

So you smell a wee
scandal, do you, Pad?

Well, let me tell you, this
Red stays in his own bed,

you can be sure of that.

If you tell us
what you know, I

promise we'll put
your side of the story

out there as best we can.

Oh, do you?

Ha, ha.

Well, that sounds good
coming from the likes of you.

Thanks, Robert.

Right, I will tell
yous this much.

Vhari was working
really hard to stop

our bank accounts being frozen.

Then a few days
ago, Vhari tells me

that she had proof
there's a dirty tricks

campaign against us organized
from the highest level.

With sort of dirty tricks?

They were using British
American intelligence

networks to keep track of yous.

Covert counter subversion
I think they call it.

It's got a nice ring to it, eh?

They were trying to implicate
union leaders in the theft

of phony cash deposits.

So does that sound like a
story you'd like to print, eh?

That would mean
the government using

GCHQ for political reasons.

Oh, who, Thatcher?

The bubonic blonde?

She wouldn't do that, would she?

Proof?

She said she had
memos and files she was

going to give to us next week.

Do you she was
killed because of this?

A lot of people in
the Security Services

would do anything to
destroy us, anything.

Now does that sound like a
wee story you'd like to print?

I would.

Well, excuse my cynicism
but I don't think I'm

going to be a reading
it anytime soon.

Now if you'll excuse me, I've
got a picket line to get to.

Wait, just out of
interest, why didn't you hold

a ballot before the strike?

No man should vote
another man out a job.

I'm not sure I buy that.

I'm not selling it, hun.

Holy shit.

This is a story and a half.

If it's true.

It is true.

I feel it in my bones.

I just need to prove it.

They've got nothing,
hearsay, not interested.

The government can't
use the intelligence

services against the unions.

It's a gross misuse of power.

Look, this is a strike.

It's not a revolution.

I don't think you
understand this.

This is war.

I'm going to to go
check out the cop shop.

Uh, all right,
yeah, I'll stay here.

Find out exactly what
she's saying in there.

All right.

Somebody coming in from
Pitt street to pick this up.

It was Sullivan I
wanted to talk to.

Sorry.
No can do.

And by the way, if you're
hoping for that 50 quid back,

it's disappeared.

What do you mean?

Well, we do have the
odd tea leaf around here.

You mean somebody stole it?

I'm joking.

It's probably been misplaced.

It happens.

...up in a
cupboard or something.

But to be honest
with you, it wasn't

even much use to us anyway.

I've gotta go.

I've got an appointment to
see Detective Sergent Mulroy.

OK, have a seat and
I'll get him for you.

I wanted to say
sorry about before.

I know you didn't
tell anyone about us.

I got the wrong
end of the stick.

Usually you'd say
something funny now.

Not that I want to throw any
more cold water on your story,

but this is a copy
of a bank statement

in the name of Willie McDade,
serious sums of cash in it.

He's using this dirty tricks
thing to try and deflect us

from finding the real crime,
using the miner's hardship

fund to line his own pocket.

What, you just found this
on the street, did you?

I can't divulge my sources.

I'm gonna need to
know where you got this.

A senior police officer.

That's all you need to know.

No, I'm gonna need
more than that was

if you want us to print it.

What more do you need?

Anyone could have opened
this account in his name.

Now I'm going to need proof
that money from this account

goes into his pockets.

You've got everything
you need right there.

And I want to see it
in the union edition.

The cops have lost
that 50 quid and all.

Ey?

They're trying
to protect someone.

You know, somebody
sent to me that key

for a reason with this article.

I think it's linked
to Karen Burnett.

What did the key look like?

A small silver one.

Had RGS on it and a number.

RGS is a self storage company.

I bet Maloney saw
me open the envelope.

Keep her busy a minute.

You, can I have
a word..?

Not really.

It's, uh, we're having a
work round for Big Malky.

Who?

Big Malky in reception.

You know, with the
sticky out ears.

It's actually a terrible story.

He was lucky because his
mother had been a seamstress.

And he took his ears
home in fish and chip bag

and she sewed them back on.

What?

What was it the
mother had now?

Elephantiasis, yes,
aye, big fat fingers

and that's why the ears were--

What the hell are
you talking about?

I was just admiring
your computer.

Can't wait to start using one.

Any joy?

Let's go.

Well, whatever it was in
there, Maloney must have it.

What is she playing at?

She wants the
story for herself.

Nice girls finish last, Paddy.

What, you're saying this
came from Karen Benett?

She's might have
seen my byline.

Why else would Maloney use it
then not say what was inside?

- The files.
- I don't know.

Maybe.

Yeah, well, you
leave it with me.

I'll see what
she's holding back.

Can I buy you a drink?

Uh, yeah.

I'll meet you down there.

You've got everything,
train tickets, ferry tickets?

Stop worrying.

You'll call Aunt Jen
when you get to Paris.

She'll let us know, right?

I said I would.

I'm gonna be fine.

There's your
sandwich for the train.

You're not paying their prices.

I should go with her.

Father Mekel is meeting
her off the train.

She's in God's hands now.

I better watch my time.

God bless.

Thanks.

I thought I'd missed you.

Hm, nearly.

Are you sure about this.

I'm not wasting
my life, Paddy.

I know you think
I am, but I'm not.

I'll write, I promise.

I take it you've
read these documents.

These prove that
the intelligence

services are running
a dirty tricks

campaign against the NUM.

And they suggest,
among other things,

planting drugs on union
leaders, paying for hookers

to turn up at the hotel.

Well, you'd never
be so..?

What were you planning
on doing with this?

Nothing.

It's not the story
the owners want.

Nothing?

What type of
journalist are you, eh?

This can only be sanctioned
from the very top.

Covert counter subversion
against the trade union

movement.

Now we have got to use this.

It could be faked.

It's not just the
government that lies.

This could be a very
clever stunt by the NUM.

You don't believe that.

Listen, I believe that
people are capable of anything,

especially self-righteous
bleeding hearts.

They're willing to screw
anybody to get what they want.

How was it for you, by the way?

I did forget to ask?

It's that button there.

You do know you can't print
any of that, don't you?

It comes under the
Official Secrets Act.

And just so you know,
the other night,

it wasn't just about work.

Not for me anyway.
- Well, it was for me.

Stay where you are.

Ah, shit!

Hey!

Hey!

You were sick yesterday
morning as well.

I'm fine.

I'm just really
stressed at work.

They're firing people
left, right, and center.

There isn't another
reason is there?

Don't be daft.

Not just Mary Ann has
been living like a nun.

I hope so.

Because that's all we'd need.

Do you mean
another mouth to feed

or the shame and scandal
of a single mother?

Oh, a single mother, is that
what they call them these days?

We had a different name.

Shug, shut up.

Hey, listen up.

I want everything we can find
on this Mr. Braces, the man you

saw at Vhari Burnett's house.

All right, and I
want his name now.

Can I call you back?

Shug, have you got anything?

Try the amnesty office
or the register of lawyers.

They must be connected to the
Burnett sisters in some way.

Red Merc.

Anybody got a
contact at the DVLC?

How about your copper buddy?

Can he help us here?

No chance.

OK, then.

Check all the car rental
firms, dealerships,

garages, insurance companies.

Compile a list of all cars
bought and all cars sold.

I mean, how many red Mercs
can there be in the city?

That'll probably only
take about two weeks, eh?

A list of Mercedes owners.

And that's the last
favor I'm doing you.

Any idea who broke
into the paper yet?

Did you not hear
what I just said?

I think it maybe
Security Services.

I'm sorry.

You were right.

I knew what I was
getting myself into.

Maybe we could start again.

Start what again?

Look, the thing
is, Paddy, you're

never going to trust
me because you know

I'm already lying to my wife.

And if I can lie to her,
I can lie to you, right?

Hey, it's my own fault. I wish
I hadn't spun the same old line

with you, but I did.

And I can't change that.

And now it's-- it's poisoned.

Us, I mean.

You see, it'll always
be there, the mistrust.

And sooner or later it
will rear its ugly head.

I wish I treated you
with more respect.

See I but even now
you're thinking, oh,

is this just the
same old Burns line.

I might need your help soon.

Not with this, about
something else.

Nah.

Sorry.

Couldn't you call it a day?

We're both gonna get hurt here.

I've got a red Mercedes
rented by somebody

called Mr. Paul Neilson.

I've checked on it,
gave a London address.

Apart from that, we can't
even find a video membership?

Uh, this guy lives
under the radar.

What, he's got no
visible means of support?

He's living in Kensington.

What is he?

An undercover cop?

A spook?

What?

Whoever he is, my
guess is he hired

Lafferty to do his dirty work.

He doesn't want any of
this traced back to him.

All right, these are the
questions we need answered,

all right?

Did Neilson kill
Vhari to shut her up?

And if so, who is
he working for?

We need to make a
connection between Vhari

and Lafferty, Lafferty
and Nielsen, Nielsen

and the Security Services.

And you, you find Karen Burnett.

If she can confirm that
Lafferty killed her sister,

then we've got a source.

All right, but come on,
we haven't got much time.

Spike this Burnett story.

No can do.

It's out of the box.

Put it back in the box.

Look, right now we've
got a scoop, haven't we?

But we won't have in
a couple of days time.

You are never going to
prove that this guy Neilson

is part of the security
services or that he

killed Vhari Burnett.

Come on, spike it.

It's a good story, Maloney,
it'll sell newspapers.

From the man whose
circulation is plummeting.

You know what?

I bet you bang on about equality
of the sexes all the time.

Oh, I'm sure you've spent
many a long night listening

sympathetically to
some poor girl droning

on about "The
Female Eunuch," when

really, you were just trying
to get into her knickers.

You see, I know your type.

Oh, you say all the right
things to get what you want.

But really in your
heart of hearts,

you hate being told
what to do by a woman.

You spike this now
or you are sacked.

And so is everyone
else in the news room.

You're the boss.

I thought he had
more balls than that.

Me too.

Never heard you
saying anything.

I'm not the news editor.

Neither is Devlin,
it would appear.

Well, come on, off your
asses, we got a story to write.

What about Maloney?

You let me worry about that.

You, get down to that scrap
yard, follow Lafferty.

Don't let him out of your sight.

Well, come on, pronto Tonto.

Where is this clown going?

Come on, don't lose him.

I don't want to
get too close, OK?

Look at this.

It was never like
this for Gregory Peck

in "The Guns of Navarone."
- Let's see.

You think he's gonna put
a body in there, don't you?

Don't you?

I think we should
call the cops.

No, we can't trust the cops.

She'll be dead before
they do anything.

She could be dead now.

Suit yourself.

I'll do it on my own.

Paddy, will you
look at my hands?

I'd be useless in a scrap.

All right, look,
there's a gate over there.

Why don't you go try to
distract them and I'll

see if I can find a way in.

Now, we got rid of these.

I don't want there to
be anything left of her.

I get it.

No, no, she's got to
disappear without a trace,

do you understand?

Aye.

You've got a visitor.

Do it now.

This is private property.

Do you not remember me?

George McVie, Daily News.

I wanted to a wee chat
with Karen Burnett.

I don't know anyone
called Karen Burnett.

No, but you know
her sister Vhari.

We met at her house.

I've never seen you
before in my life.

That's was known in
the newspaper business

as a blatant bastarding lie.

You have got five
seconds to leave

or I'm going to
start making balloon

animals out of your intestines.

Ah!

Oh my god.

Go on, get up.

We know about the
dirty tricks campaign.

We know who you work for.

And we know you tortured
Vhari Burnett to death.

Read about it in the
Daily News tomorrow.

You are so out
of your depth here.

You are just a hack
nobody will miss.

My mother will.

No, she won't.

Because I'll bury her with you.

Well, if that's going
to be your attitude,

this interview is at an end.

It's OK.

It's OK.

Come on, McVie, hurry up!

Sh, you're OK.

You're OK?

Phone a doctor.

Mark and Vhari were
working for the NUM.

I gave them the information
I had because I thought

the union should know the
government were using GCHQ

and its outstations
to gather information

for a covert campaign
against them.

Why did Mark
Thillingly kill himself?

He told the police
about the files.

He thought they
could be trusted.

So after that, he was attacked.

He was scared.

He, uh-- he--

he told his attackers
Vhari had the files.

He couldn't live with
himself after that.

You understand that if
we print this interview,

it's your word against
the government's?

And they'll come after you
with everything they've got.

I mean, they'll destroy
your reputation.

And also, you've
admitted handing

over classified information.

It's a violation of the
Official Secrets Act.

You could go to prison.
- I don't care.

I want the man who
killed my sister named.

I want the people
who paid them named.

If I don't do anything, Mark
and Vhari died for nothing.

Maybe Karen could
go on a holiday.

What?

Maybe somebody
could pay for her

to take a trip someplace quiet
till this all blows over.

This isn't going to blow over.

People need to know.

OK, let's get her out
of the country, yeah?

Meehan, you start writing, OK?

Sure thing, boss.

What's this?

That's our front page.

Well, it looks like
you did a really good

job with that story, Paddy.

It's just a pity
it's the wrong story.

You see, we're going with my
angle, "Red Willie Slush Fund."

No we're not because
this has been planted

by the Security Services.

You print that and they'll
shut this paper down.

You willing to sacrifice
all these people just

for your principles, are you?

It's proofed.

Print it.

Thank you.

So what do we want to do?

Go with Maloney's
story or Meehan's?

Meehan's.

It's not worth working
with those bastards anyway.

We might as well
go out with a bang.

File your copy, Meehan.

We go to print in 20 minutes.

Oh, Meehan.

We're running the story.

Tomorrow and you two
play a leading part.

We do?

Oh, I don't think this is
the type you had in mind.

I wondered if you'd
like to give me a quote.

A quote?

About what exactly?

On how officers from
this station helped

Security Services covered up
the murder of Vhari Burnett.

And how did we do that?

Her murder wasn't
investigated properly.

Witnesses ignored.

You're a better cop
than that, Gallagher.

Somebody told you to back off.

I need to speak to
Meehan alone for a minute.

You're pointing the finger
at the wrong person.

I've already had a chat with the
editor-in-chief of your paper

about this.

Maloney?

Why don't you talk to me?

Why talk to the
monkey when I can have

a drink with the organ grinder?

Well, she buried whatever
information you gave her.

You're going to have
to give it to me now.

You're right.

It wasn't our idea to
concentrate on Thillingly.

DCI Sullivan's orders.

So if you want to accuse anybody
of corruption, accuse him.

And that, Paddy,
was not a quote.

I've got a mate in
The Evening Times.

He'll get me in the door.

And that's as
far as you'll get.

Let's face it, Meehan's
the only one with a future.

We're washed up.

Here, here.

We could have
been a great team

if you'd just listened to me.

You had no intention
of working with me.

That's where you're wrong.

And here are the late night

headlines from Radio Scotland.

The government has been rocked
by claims in tomorrow's Glasgow

Daily News that the
murder of Vhari Burnett,

a well-known lawyer
in the city, is linked

to a dirty tricks campaign
by the Security Services

against the NUM.

Who is it?

We need to talk
about our contract.

What contract?

The one I'm terminating.

All right?

Why didn't you pass on the
information Gallagher gave you?

He was trying to help.

It seemed to me
that he was trying

to cover his own incompetence.

Oh, you lying cow.

Hardly an acute observation.

Well, enjoy the
taste of victory,

Meehan, cause if
you do have a career

left after this, getting
yourself up the duff

will surely kill it.

What?

I'm sorry, darling,
but you're either bulimic

or you're pregnant.

No, it's too soon, isn't it?

Depends when you ovulate.

I'm gay.

What have you got
to be gay about?

No, I'm gay.

I've got a partner called Colin.

We've been together
for 12 years.

It's a red-letter
day right enough.

It certainly is.

Cheers, big guy.

In an
interview with the newspaper,

Karen Burnett alleges
her sister was murdered

by Glasgow gangster
Robert Lafferty

who she claims was working--

Where do you
think you're going?

Macallum International
want you to stay.

You doubled the circulation
with that front page.

And at the end of
the day, that's all

that really matters to them.

Integrity sells.

So what, no more interference?

Within reason.

After this killing was set to light,

Lafferty's business..

A government
spokesperson has stated

that the claims are absurd and
there is no proof whatsoever.

Security Services
would be involved.

Scottish Miners
leader Willie McDade

had said he will be releasing
a statement later this morning.

More reaction to this explosive
story later on the program.

Some of these
are older than you.

All right?

You look like you lost a
pound and found a penny.

I'm pregnant.

Want to give me
a hand with these?