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I know that land.

It's where I learnt the trade -
wee jobs all around Leith.

I know what works down there
and what doesn't.

I know we're the smallest firm
you're going to talk to.

But with structural engineering,
you can't put a price

on local knowledge.

We can scale up quickly
and hopefully the investment

we've shown in our proposal
shows how serious we are.

Like, I know it would be a punt,
Davey.

I know, but Bill wouldn't let
you down.

Your presentation is the best
we've seen... until you get to cost.

Now, I wanted to hear you out,
but these big companies,

the economies of scale,
you're way out.

I'm sorry.

Let me have one
more look at the numbers.

Maybe we could...
I'm sorry.

She's got out again. You using the
app?

Yeah, well, she's not far.

Ruby! Have to fix that fence.

So did you get it?

Uh, no, but there's something else.

What?

Salvation.

I thought you might want to say
something tonight?

They supported me like you did.

You give me the roots to grow.

You're a cocaine addict, Adrian.

Not a fucking tree. Was!

It's bribery. It's leverage.

What did you tell the bank? That we
live in late stage capitalism

and when society finally implodes

I don't want our Supersaver ISA
to be the first victim.

It's everything we have, right?

If you can't trust a bent
minister, who can you trust?

Oh, here she is.

Hello. Come here.

Good girl.

Working Men's Club
By John Cooper Clarke

♪ Makes you so distraught... ♪

No more bets, please.

Fuck sakes!

Place your bets.

It's not falling for me
tonight, pal.

Can you give me a minute? Sure.

Good evening, gentlemen.

If it wasn't for bad luck,
I'd have no luck at all.

New dealer. Good luck.

Where's your smoking area?
There isn't one.

You can get out there, mate.

Here, here's my card to get back in.

That's £100,000!

Where does he live?

No, no!

One conversation where you ask him
for help and he says no.

It's a start.

It makes me think about all
the other conversations

you must be having. The ones
that you aren't recording.

Well, it's not always appropriate.

You let me decide what's
appropriate.

I told you it wouldn't work
going to him like that.

Don't know how he thinks he's clean.

But I knew that if I sat
up and waited, then he'd come at me

one day or something.

And he did.

Money laundering. Couldn't record
that he just walked in.

In return for what?

Well, nothing. I presume that was
against the rules.

Good. Now, what we need to know
is...

Where did it come from and where
did it go?

Yes.

Will that be enough for you?

The money. It would be dark
if I stood here and told

you all the things that Roy Lynch
has done and sometimes I was close

and sometimes I wasn't but, either
way, I always heard about it.

Now, I don't hear anything.

And that makes me scared.

I'm scared that he's looking
for an ending and I can't

let that happen.

Not with the years I've put in, not
with the things he's done, so, no,

money laundering isn't enough.

Nowhere near.

But it is a thread and we shall
pull it gently and see what emerges.

And you'll record everything
and maybe you get to stay out

here where the nice people live.
Roy took away my whole life.

My wife, my brother...

...my business. He took away
who I was and left me with whatever

the fuck this life is.

I'll get you what you need.

And I'll get what I need.

I know it doesn't look like much,
but it's a start, you know?

It's backwards, isn't it?

This. We should be just meeting each
other, rustling up bullshit versions

of ourselves and then over time, let
the skeletons tumble out,

but instead... We already know
our stories.

Yeah. Pretty much.

Well, maybe that's a good thing.

No surprises.

Well, this morning I woke
up and thought I should probably

at some point and maybe now
tell you that I'm a cop.

Right. CID. OK.
Is it a problem?

No. Really?

You look a little unwell.

It's just a bit of the old
social conditioning, you know?

I don't talk
about it at the meetings, I just...

Don't, don't talk about it in the
meetings.

Jesus, they'll be climbing out the
windows.

Why don't you have a think
about that and how it might

affect our situation?

I think we should probably
stop counting

how many rules were breaking.

Friend of mine gave me a book.

He told me it's got all the answers
to the big stuff, you know?

It's called Papillon.

I remember this boy wanting
to escape prison.

And I think what the book's trying
to say is that the prison

was in his head.

So he could never escape it.

And I think that's what life must
have been like for Joe.

What he'd seen.

And what he'd done.

That I'd built a wee prison in his
head.

And he couldn't get away from it.

Well...

...he's got away from it now.

Whatever happened,

it wouldn't have happened
if you'd have been here.

But you're here now.

So you'll take care of what needs
to be taken care.

How are you getting on with
that motor? Appallingly.

You need to let that clutch know
who's in charge, Max, or

it will walk all over you. Any luck
with the bag?

Erm, not yet. We need to know
where the money...

I dunno. How about we just move on?

Roy has it over us -

what we did with the money -
and when he chooses to use her,

which he definitely will,

I'd like to have something over him.

So I'm working out where Roy sent
it,

YOU work out who he stole it from.

I don't know how easy that will be.

Hmm.

Data entry with a bit of policing
on the side, that's

the job these days.

And if you get the code wrong,
if one letter is out of place

and the file's rejected, and you
start again. That's what happened.

File was rejected, I'm starting
again, so I thought, why not check

everything's as it should be?

What would you like to know? OK,
you've not heard from your husband?

No. And there's been no
indication of where he is?

Yes.

Yes?

Adrian has had a troubled private
life, which is what men who live

in houses like this get to
call being a junkie.

I thought he'd sorted himself
out, but he hadn't.

He took his passport, emptied
our bank account and legged it.

Apparently, someone saw him
at the airport, which would indicate

that he ran away.

That should all be in the report.

That's exactly what's in the report.

I don't want him back.

This is the latest in a long
line of final straws.

Whatever he's doing, whoever
he's with, that's his business now,

but it's hard to move on not
knowing.

I do understand.

You need to prepare yourself
with this kind of thing,

with that kind of man.

They get good at not being found.

Thanks for coming.

Right, yes.

Have you thought about what
I said, what I offered?

I didn't have to think about it.

It's real, this.

And what it's leading to
is proper.

Honest.

Someone came to my house.

Who?

A detective.

That shouldn't have happened.

And it won't happen again.

You never even ask.

About Mum, sitting in that wee room,
day after day,

trying to make the best of it,
trying to make sense of it,

you never even ask.

There's no end to it, ever,

the love I feel
for you and your mother.

And it comes with such regret
that I spend my days hiding from it.

Asking lets it in.

You never ask either, of course,

about Adrian.

About what happened to him
after you left.

We all hide from pain
in our own way.

You're too old for this, Dad.

The cleansing.

You don't have the time.

It was worth a shot.

I always wondered
what it was like in here.

I'm only ever upstairs
with the lunatics.

At least upstairs is busy.

I'm running in a few old codgers

who aren't even in debt any more.

Bet you don't miss your last
insurance payment, do you?

I was...

I was working on something
Sunday with my job...

...and one way or another,

I found myself involved
with a bag,

a bag that was supposed
to have money in it, but didn't.

And...

I saw you with that bag.

I was hoping you could tell me
about it.

Leith's Billy Graham.

That's what
the Evening News call me.

I remember.
I'd be up there, giving it laldy.

Now I unlock the doors
and wait for the strays to walk in.

No, no, you do a lot more than that.

With the room upstairs,
with the food bank.

As far as I'm concerned,
you're a hero.

I've needed for the community.

I've needed for me.

You did all that yourself.

I'm on your side,
is what I'm saying,

but I'm only the first.

The first person who will come
and ask you about that bag,

about that money.

And after me...

...it's all downhill.

I'm 15 stone
and I believe in heaven.

Bring anybody you want, son.

The bag's gone where?

That tracker
was a tenner off Amazon.

People use them for
their car keys or pets,

whatever,
the battery will be long gone.

For Christ's sake, Kenny,
you were supposed

to have been watching the...

It's my cat I'm worried about.

Sorry.

Well, when I'm gone.

A will.

She's looking for a will.

It's happening.

Please, come in.

She called you. I was contacted
by a member of the family.

They're concerned, as am I.

Why would you follow up a report
I'd filed?

Why would you slip it into
the system?

I didn't slip anything into
the system.

It came across my desk.
I dealt with it.

I'm not too grand to help with
the admin just because I'm in here

and you're out there.
This stinks, Stevie. Sir!

I'm not ignoring this.

I'm a lot of things,
but I'm not bent.

The High Court, room two.

First case of the day.

Everyone's there.
Judge, jury, suspect.

Victim's family.

Fuck you. I might have the job
that you should have had,

but you've only got a job at all thanks
to me. Now, let me help you keep it.

No more questions.

If you take that away and
fill it in, then we can execute it.

Thanks again for coming in.
Kenny, I'm just...

You're our first client.
Right, well, I saw the poster.

The poster?
There you go, Max.

Did you know the human eye
takes in a hundred messages

from a single image?

OK, let me finish.

Your client. That's you.

My son can't take her.

He's allergic.
As I've said, the care of your cat

isn't something
that we'd be involved in.

He comes out in hives. Right.

All over his business end.

And he works on the buses,
so we can't be doing with that.

No. He's sitting down all day.

Thanks for coming in.

See you next time.

Fuck me.

How about a drink?

Lemonade for me,
something more honest for yourself?

I've got to do the accounts.

Well, get a book-keeper, surely.

One drink.

Yeah, for a long time,
the one thing I had,

the one bit of honesty,

was my job.

Now I've got to do something
that's going to take that away.

Then don't do it.

It's not as simple as that.

Something happened at work
and I just...

Something happened. It's how people
like us could define our lives.

What you do today,
what happens today,

that's who you are.

Where are you?

A pub.

Isn't that dangerous?

Maybe.

We won't miss Adrian.

She will. She'll be fine.

She's a tough wee thing.

At least you got to see her.

That brings its own challenges.

I don't take it lightly, Roy.

What you gave up so that
I didn't have to.

Oh.

And if things go right,
you'll get it all back,

including her.

What is it?

Things weren't as straightforward
as they might have been

with the police.

This is no time for distractions.

Quick and clean.

Whatever it is...
Was legit, remember?

Speak for yourself.

Hello?

Hi.

Good to see this place retains
its charm.

There's a wee storm brewing,
Max, isn't there,

in that head of yours?

I know, Max.

I know that what I think this is,

the business, us,

it's not the same for you.

The life you had,
the big office up town,

the big clients you were
so proud of, that's all gone

and you've got to accept that,
because if you do,

you'll see that this
could be something.

I'm talking about
a chain of offices.

Cheap, quick legals.

We go from scheme to scheme.

Granton, Craigmillar, Pilton.

Granton, Craigmillar, Pilton?

No more worlds to conquer.

We know those people,
cos that's who we are.

I know you don't want to hear that,
you thought you'd escaped,

but you didn't.

Come on.
We could do well out of it, Max.

You could get out of Jake's place,

cos that must be
really frying your napper.

And I can get a wee place of my own.

That's happiness. It's right there.

That's honesty.

A good living and a good life.

You know, Kenny...

That sounds great.

It does.

And if you want to buy a flat,
you're going to need a mortgage,

so I'll do the books

and I'll put the money that we got
from Roy and any more like it

into an account in your name

and then you can show a deposit.

And that's the first step
to the life you want.

The life you deserve.

Wow.

Thanks for trusting me with that.

Don't be daft. Like you said,
Kenny, I work for you.

That means a lot.

We don't have much yet,
but trust comes free.

You're right, Max.

You're right.

Which reminds me, there was a wee
bit of movement with the bag,

but the more I think about it the
more I think, let's just leave it.

It doesn't matter where
the money came from,

where it was supposed to go.

It doesn't matter.

Who came for the bag, Kenny?
It doesn't matter.

Who came for the bag, Kenny?

A few years ago,
one of my rock bottoms,

I forget which one,

I went to a food bank and I met him.

And he saved me, cos he knows.
He's been through it.

Drink, drugs, a kid who
doesn't even know he exists.

I told him I wasn't interested
in God,

and he said, that's lucky,
cos God wasn't interested in me.

Then he gave me three tins
of spaghetti hoops

and told me
to have a word with myself.

He saved me
and he deserves respect.

And you'll give him that.

OK, Kenny.

Me and my brother used to go
to Sunday school

in Constitution Street.

Cheap baby-sitter.

Jesus.
I don't remember much about it.

Bit of singing, some halfwit
with a tambourine.

And limbo.

They had a painting of limbo.

Fire and brimstone on one side...

...topless angels on the other,
so I remember limbo.

How you waited there while
the big man checked your records.

And it strikes me...

...that's where you are.

Limbo.

Here's the problem...

...with dirty money.

You never know how dirty it is.

Who are you?

A lawyer.

Tell us about the bag.

Tell me why a lawyer would be
chasing dirty money.

For legitimate reasons.

Righteous reasons, if you like.

What if I called the police

and they came to see me
in this place

with this collar around my neck

and I said, "He just stood
there in a cheap suit",

"banging on about dirty money"?

Who would they believe?

Who would they want to look at?

No-one's calling the police.
It's not a cheap suit.

Maybe it just looks cheap
on you, son.

This is the wrong decision.

Constitution Street?

Yeah. You're a Catholic.
Well, that was the plan.

That's half your problem
right there.

Don't fucking tell me about it.

When you bringing me the scary ones?

When I saw him,
I spoke to him about you.

Every time you bring me here,

they've pulled something else down.

Mum?

The problem is that you're
out of the same mould.

It's not the problem,
you know that's not the problem.

Adrian leaving, getting
that business off your back,

you should see it as an opportunity.

That's a fairly optimistic
reading of the situation.

Would you look at that?

Didn't realise the size of it.

Just don't close your mind
to opportunity,

however, it arrives.

My old man worked down here,
I mean, pretended to.

For him, working meant getting
pissed in overalls.

It's some operation, this.

Have you not seen the plans?

I've been a little out of the loop.

It's the whole of the docks.

How'd they pull that together?

Half of that was council owned,
the other half was listed.

It must have been persuasive.

Reinvention.

That's what it's all about,
is it not?

Police, us?

Some reinventions are more
convincing than others.

I'm Jackie.

I know.

Thanks for coming.

Don't they give you an office?

If I go there,
people get to know my face.

That makes things harder.

Right, yeah.

The report you put in yesterday,
it was flagged to me.

Why?
It's nothing.

There's something,
you want it to be something.

You were both up for promotion.

He filed a note of concern
on your boozing.

You were getting help,
so it wasn't fireable.

But It wasn't helpful.

And he got the promotion and seeing
as that's all he put in the report,

just enough to rule you out,

and it makes me wonder what else
you might have on you,

for a rainy day.

So you thought this could be
a wee equaliser?

No, I didn't.

I know what kind of man he is.

I filed the report to find out
what I don't know,

whether he's corrupt,
because I'm not.

I'm not turning a blind eye if
he is, no matter what it costs me.

This is about the job, not revenge.

He's corrupt, worse than you think.

So your report will get lost
and you'll help me.

I'm not looking to transfer.

I don't want you to transfer.

I can't surveillance a cop
without lots of other cops knowing.

When?

When he lies, follow him.

These are the live addresses
of my investigation.

Don't put them in any system
or any notes.

Just tell me if he goes near them.

Don't deny yourself,
it's a powerful tool.

What? Revenge.

Why did they shut the geological?
That only went ten feet down.

No need to go deeper
than the initial readings.

Can we do it?

Not here, you can't.

We've got a problem.

I'm busy, Kenny.

There's someone needs to see you.

Who?

A friend.

A what?

Isn't that just Lisa all over?

Always something hiding away,
waiting for its moment?

There's a neatness to it, I suppose.

I'll go.

No, it's between me and him.

Just like it always was.

So you were in there with Max?

I'm good at locks,

which can get you into trouble.

I can imagine.

Almost worth going in there
just to meet Max.

Helped with my case.

Gave me his books
when he read them.

Opened my eyes, you know?

Right.

When he was ill...

...he had a lot of visitors
towards the end.

Who?

Keeps his cards close to his chest,
does old Maxi.

Yeah.

Here he is. Hi, Teddy.

I'm reading it, Maxi. Huh?
Papillon.

Oh. A chapter a night.

Good for you.

I'm at that bit where he gets the
boat from the lepers

and I tell you, I never thought

I'd be crying over lepers.

Why would I? But you see, they're
persecuted, rejected by society

just like Papillon.

Huh?

Just like us.
Hmm.

Well, it's great to see you, Teddy,
but we're a bit busy.

By brother, Joel...

...he topped himself.

So they say.

I'm sorry to hear that.

And he might have, to be fair.

When he left the army,
he was broken.

And he had what he called
a replica, but...

...didn't look like a replica to me.

He was last seen in
the Outhouse pub.

And then they found him up
Corstorphine Wood.

Suicide, they say. Oh.

But I don't know, Maxi.

Just wondered if you'd take a look,
that's all.

It's, it's the least I can do.

Thanks, pal.

It's been getting in my head
and I've been doing so well

with the anger.

You remember what I was like?

The red mist.

How I'd pinch my arms
to make it stop.

I remember your arms.

Well, that's all gone now.

Just worried this might...

...bring it back.

Well, we'll look into it for you.

Here's a photo.

And that was in his pocket
when they found him.

OK.

It's good to see you, Maxi.

Likewise.

That must have been fun.

He's the only person that I was
scared of in there.

We'll give it week,
then say there's nothing.

Hi.

You phone ahead, in case
I'm at the Bridge Club.

You always phone ahead.

You left this in my car.
Passing by?

I was going to leave it at the desk.

Well, this is a wee bonus then.

So what have you been up to?

Oh, crosswords, sherry,
the last days of Rome.

Sit down.

I've got to go.
Bye, Mum.

Bye, love.

They're council records.

Yeah.

Trust comes free, Max.

Phoenix, the company doing
the development, got a website

and the right kind of guy fronting
it up, but they don't own the land

because Phoenix doesn't exist.

It's holding companies and shells
and smoke and mirrors, and someone's

put in a lot of work
to hide behind it.

That sounds dodgy.

Sounds familiar.

Night. Goodnight, Annie.

Hi.

I'm sorry.

Oh, Bobby. I just don't fancy
the chances of getting another job

if you were giving me a reference
from prison.

I just mean...

Don't tell me. Thanks.

You weren't all bad.

Keep that to yourself.
Oh, I do.

Good luck, Max.

Cam? That guy's hanging about
the car park again.

Hello?

It's Erin from...

Hi.

Hi.

Thought you were doing lates, sir.
Hmm?

Community meeting with the super.

Getting shouted at in a leisure
centre for an hour, you can't beat it.

Enjoy.

Look...

...I'm sorry about yesterday.

You know that I'd never
do anything that would...

I'm sorry.

Thanks, sir.

We're going out. OK.

It's... it's not mine.

I hope not!

And you're not driving.

Right.

Why now?

Cos I'm getting old.

And so are you.

And because I want
to buy your church.

Now, why would you do that?

I'm getting awful nostalgic.

About Leith.

About what it was

and how that's been forgotten.

I want to build a museum.

The ships, the glassworks,

the place we grew up.

They want to sell it to you, too.

Selling every church they can.

So I've read.

But you need parish approval.

And I'd have to say the community
no longer requires a presence,

and I'd probably weigh in on
the suitability of the purchaser.

It's clean.

I'm clean.

Man came to see me last week.

He wanted to buy this place, too.

Offered me a few quid
to make it happen,

and I took it,

for the people.

Turned out to be a fantasist.

Told me the money was here,

then it was somewhere else,

then it had been stolen,

then his husband had left him,
and it was all my fault.

Fucking weirdo.

But him coming to see me like that
reminded me of something.

Did a funeral last year.

The widower lived next to this
big development they were doing.

Told me the new access road

was supposed to be built
in front of his house,

but he'd lived there for 60 years.

They wouldnae be building
any road there.

Told me about this mine
they'd dug in the '20s

to replace the ship building,

how they'd abandoned it
when it hit sand,

and that soon enough,
those builders would hit it, too.

Which is a problem, cos
you've got the canal at one side

and the hill at the other.

And if you can't build a road there,

then you've got to come out
this side,

and the only way
to come out this side

is through my church.

Now, the man last week
was an opportunist.

But you're not.

You're careful.

And you'd only be here
telling your lie

if there was no other way.

Phoenix.

It's you, Roy,

rising from the ashes.

Yes.

Matthew 7:24, you remember?

No.

"Everyone who hears my words
and doesn't do them

"will be like the foolish man
who built his house on sand.

"The rain came,

"the floods came,

"the winds blew and beat
at that house

"and it fell,"

"and great was its fall."

You built your house on sand.

It's a village, really, isn't it,
Edinburgh?

Yeah.

I always thought that maybe
I could find a part of the city,

a level, where I could be myself.

But that was misguided.

But the one good thing about
Edinburgh, about it being so small,

is that if I ever need to know more
about a man in the city,

about who he is
and what he wants...

...I just need to tell him
that I'm Roy Lynch's daughter,

and then I know.

That's what I thought
I'd see from you.

Panic, fear.

It's what I hoped I'd see.

You're working for him.

But he didn't know that
you came to see me

and he doesn't know you're
poking round,

looking for something.

Something to use against him.

That's not... that's not...

Look, I didn't tell him
you came to see me,

and he certainly doesn't know
I'm here seeing you.

Roy... is...

...he's a friend of mine.

Is he fuck!
One of my best friends, you know.

Well, call him and tell him
you're here.

Another?

I'll get them.

30 years, it's taken me,

buying up the land,
building by building,

paying the right councillor
on the right committee.

It's my life's work, my legacy.

It's a lot of wrongs to right.

I want my daughter back.

I want to give her something
to be proud of.

And I want to build on that land,

build over the ghosts.

I can understand that.

I never understood how
you could stay down here,

so close to that place.

It doesn't matter how close
you are to something

when it's already inside you.

If you took that man's money
for the people,

then you wouldn't have asked for it
on the side.

You're right. We're old,

and God doesnae pay
too much of a pension.

I know the man you were.

Not all bad, not all good,

had reasons for both.

I loved the man you were.

Before you ran away
and joined the circus.

I was reborn.

You look awfy familiar to me.

Money's not enough.

I want something else.

Something I've spent a long time
looking for,

but never managed to find it.

Maybe the only place I can get it

is from you.

What do you want, Sandy?

Redemption.

Och... Sorry, I'm a wee bit rusty.

Didn't have a drink for two years.

Oh, sorry.

Oh, no, no. No, no, not that.
I was in prison.

Was it my dad?

He certainly played his part.

So you're asking me
to trust a crooked lawyer.

A skint crooked lawyer. Even better.

But you've got to trust someone
in life. Do you?

No, but that's the kind of
thing people say.

Can't believe he's got a daughter.

And neither can he.

Didn't know what to do with me,
so...

...didn't do anything.

Hmm.

Comes back at you, that stuff,
doesn't it?

Yeah.

When I was in prison, I kept...

I couldn't sleep, um...

...and I kept thinking about my dad.

Yeah.

Comes back at you, that stuff.

What do you want to do to my father?

You're asking me to trust
Roy Lynch's daughter.

He's a poison.

For me, for my mum,
for everything he touches.

I've been waiting a long time

to meet someone who sees him
the way that I see him.

Someone who wants what I want.

I can see that in you,

and I think you can see it in me.

What do you want to do to him?

What he did to me.

Take everything that he values,

leave him lying in a cell
in the dark

wondering how he got there.

Good.

We just need to find
something he values.

So where did you grow up?

Lochend Road.

We were just round the corner.

I know you were. My dad wouldn't
let me walk down Roy Lynch's street

in case I scratched his car. Wow.

You're a lot braver now.

It appears so.

Is that it? Residents only.

♪ Mama, there's wolves in the house

♪ Mama, they won't let me out

♪ Mama, they won't let me out

♪ They tumble and fight

♪ And they're beautiful

♪ On the hilltops at night

♪ They are beautiful

♪ Mama, there's wolves in the house

♪ Mama, I tried to put them out. ♪