All language subtitles for Guilt 2019 UK S03E03.720p WEBDL x264-WANTOKs

I should go.

Will it work?

Yeah.

They'll shit themselves.

Half of them have never seen a gun.

And if it doesn't?

What will you do to him?

I won't do anything.

I'm not talking about you.

He thinks this is his plan,

which means THEY'LL think
it was his plan.

I'd imagine they'd give him

a good hiding.

Nothing more? Nah.

He's not worth
the grief that would bring.

And besides, we couldn't put Leith's
tanning salons out of business.

They have a hard enough job
as it is.

It'll work.

Then what? I don't know.

Maybe I'll get flatshare up town.

Pretend to be a proper student.

So, you'll leave Leith behind,

and me in it.

Let's see how tonight goes before
I decide what I'm leaving behind.

Hey!

Aim high.

Shit!

We've lost her. Where does she live?
I don't know. She's always about.

I know where she lives. Let's go!

Go to bed, love.
This is between me and her.

What does that mean?

She's this way, man. She lives
there. That way. Fuck!

Come on, open up!

You don't come to Leith and try
and take out big Al McKee!

You must be off your bloody rockers!

You tell Maggie she cannae push me
about. not without Roy!

She's nothing without Roy!

Tell her I'll be back.

Was it straightforward?

Is it ever?

You look like you've been
through a mangle.

I'm not much of a driver.

I appreciate your endeavours.

You'll get your money on Friday.
There's work to do first.

You said if I killed them both, I'd
get 100 grand, and get to go.

That was the deal.

Nothing more.

Friday. Two days' time.

That's when you get your money.

That's when it ends.

Hi, Richard. You having fun?

Should I be having fun?

I hear you're going in pretty deep.

I think I'm going to
an appropriate depth.

Look, buddy, on Friday,
the deal's getting announced.

That's set in stone.

So, sign what you need to sign,
get out, enjoy yourself.

Eat some...what is it, potatoes?

Or is that the Irish?

Is it some sort of sausage?

I'm a vegetarian. Of course you are.
So, he called you?

He wants the deal done.

I want the deal done.

I'm just trying to be helpful here,
buddy.

Thanks for the call. It's helpful.

Good. Good.

I'm glad to hear it.

Nothing from her room?

She's very tidy.

Not much I can do with that.

Was there anything else?

There will be.

Don't stray too far, son.

Who is she? I don't know.

But if Maggie Lynch is interested
in her, then so are we.

Anything else?
She works in another room.

You need a key card for it.

Aye, do whatever
Maggie Lynch tells you to do.

Unless it's killing me, obviously -
don't do that. Or me.

Yeah, well, that goes without
saying. I'd rather it was said.

I've got a job for you.
Is it worth 20 grand?

We can discuss terms at a later...
Bye, then.

Fine, 20 grand. No, Max. No way.

I'm leaving, so Skye is too.
Come on.

What? I need her help,
unfortunately.

We did our bit by picking you up.
I'm staying.

No, you're not. I got myself into
this,

and I'm staying
until I have the money to get out.

You go. They're not looking for you.

Tell Mum I'm OK. But I can't go
home.

At least you've got a home to go to.

Where exactly is it you're
suggesting that we stay,

Max, as your masterplan plays out?

That's our job.

You look tired, son.

I am tired.

Hi.

That's a nice motor outside. Hmm.

I've met a man at the carpet bowls.

That generation know how to treat
a woman right.

How long has he got left?

Oh, I don't know.

His heart's not great...

..and the carpet bowls can be
more exciting than you think.

Hmm.

We need somewhere to stay
for a few days...

..with someone who won't ask
any questions...

..is too crooked to go
to the police...

..and doesn't have a moral
bone in their body.

Are you just here to flatter me?

It's a paid position.

Five grand a night,
and you do your own cooking.

Four. Oh...

Let's not go through the rigmarole.

Who are YOU?

Who are YOU?!

Oh, I think you two'll
get along just fine.

What happened to Angie?

She felt that our relationship
would be stronger if we were apart.

She was always clever.

We'll need your car, too.

Then, it's six grand a night.

And you'll cover the petrol, too.

You'll get your money.

We all will.

Always nice to see old friends.

I didn't see anything,
and I don't know anything.

And I bet everyone round here's
saying the same.

So I don't know
why you're picking on me.

I learnt a long time ago
to keep my head down.

There's not many better at keeping
their head down than me.

It's probably my biggest talent,
if I'm honest with you.

So don't you be trying to wheedle
anything out of me.

I won't be intimidated.

My brother works in the law.

I'll get on the blower to him
if there's any funny business.

Thanks, pal. Oh...

Don't touch anything.

Don't worry.
I'm just giving it a wee hoover.

The aubergine?

Have you decided that the menu can
risk a second vegetarian option?

No. Then, I'll have the aubergine.

Very well.

Where is she, Kenny?

She's with a lawyer.

Sort of.

Well, that's something.

She needs protection, Kenny.

She's just a kid.

Not that you'd think it.
She's hard as nails,

which is my fault, I know,
before you start giving me gyp.

But I've done my best, Kenny.

The one thing you can't say is
that I've not done my best.

I mean, to be fair, sometimes
my best wasn't right out of the

top drawer, and it's not great
having the polis at the door, I'll

hold my hands up to that, Kenny.
I'll hold them up all day long.

Hey, can you bring that
to the conference room?

I'm going to keep working.
No problem, madam. Thanks.

Hey!

I heard you order the aubergine,
which is

a touch of class, really,
because I know that you lot call it

eggplant, like the Michael Franks
song.

He was a great songwriter, Franks.
He wrote for Patti LaBelle,

The Manhattan Transfer,
some of Ringo's solo stuff,

which is damning with faint praise,
I know. What the fuck is this?

I saw you were eating alone, I'm
drinking alone, let's call the whole

thing off, sort of thing.
Sorry, that doesn't really tie in...

Does this kind of material work
with Scottish women?

Very rarely. I've got to keep
working. One drink.

I mean, I just paid
so much for this beer that I asked

if it came along with the brewery,
but that's just banter...

Maybe another time.

Sorry if it looks like I've hardly
touched it. This thing's

a piece of shit, and they won't put
their hand in their pocket.

A grand a night for a room here,
they say, and they send me out

with a hoover
that can barely raise a cough.

Well done. Got what you need?
What WE need.

What did you talk to her about?

Mostly aubergine stuff.

Let's go.

Mm.

Why do you never talk
about your family?

Because I'm out of my league
with you as it is.

A sister and a niece, right?

Hmm.

This is the wrong time
for me to talk about them.

Why? Because right now,
they're work.

And we never talk about work.

I'm not sure us never talking about
work is a sustainable situation.

I agree.

So, what do we do?

Erm...

Ask what you want to ask,
and I'll answer the best I can.

I need to know that you're not
actively doing anything illegal.

Right.

Erm...

I'm working, with others...

..to take down Maggie Lynch, and...

..I'm cutting the odd corner
to do so.

And you?

I'm working with others
to take down Maggie Lynch,

and I'm cutting the odd corner
to do so.

Right.

It feels like we should either say
no more, or a lot more.

Well, that depends how much
you like being a detective.

I've been thinking that maybe I
don't like it as much as I thought.

Then, no.

Not when there's a maybe
floating about.

It's a good job. It's what
you've always wanted to do.

And I'm not going to let you
just throw that away.

You wouldn't be letting me do
anything, Kenny.

It's a choice for me to make.

Then...let me know
when you've made it.

I knew you wouldn't be able to stay
away from me forever.

I'm only back to get
the money to leave.

Don't worry - I'll pay you back
before I do.

Where are you going to go?
I haven't thought that far ahead.

Things have been a little...hectic.

You could go to another university,
somewhere else.

I'm living in a mad woman's house,

trying to get 20 grand out
of a crook to pay back a gangster.

I think my academic career is
looking a wee bit shaky.

I'm just saying.

You could go somewhere different
to here...

..and do something different
to this.

And I could do the same.

There's something happening.

With Maggie Lynch. I know.
There's money.

Proper money.

Money that can change things
for whoever gets it. I know.

If we had the opportunity,
would you...? Yeah.

I would.

Then, you need to tell me,
if we have the opportunity.

You know...

..the first time he came to my door,

I could see
what kind of man your brother was.

Someone who thought the world
existed only for him.

The rest of us are just collateral.

No-one more than you.

Well, we're not a family known
for our successful relationships.

Well, whatever it is
he's planning...

..it's for him.

He needs the rest of you to help him
get it, but it's for him.

Unless you shake off the shackles.

Unless you let me help you
to get what you deserve.

What you need.

No, thanks.

You're in hock to him.

Addicted to pain. He's my brother.
Well...

..you've got to shake THAT off.

If I do, I don't know
what I've got left.

You know...

..late at night, when it's quiet,

I sit here and I have a whisky.

And I try not to think of the past,
because that's no fun.

So I think about the future.

I make plans.

And there's something
about the night and the quiet

and the whisky...

..that makes me brave.

I'll be here tonight...

..if you want to join me.

To think about the future.

Make plans.

To be brave.

You're wrong.

Not about Max,
but you're wrong about this.

We're working together.

So, what's he doing now?

As I suspected,
I'm afraid that Mr... Give him that.

This is a very busy time... Say it's
from a friend at the Osprey Club.

Why did she run?

Don't know.

I hear she's a bonnie lassie.

A lot of temptations around,
to distract young lads like you.

She's not my type.

And I'm not distracted.

How did you end up with us?

Polmont...Young Offenders.

I was told when I got out, there
could be work with the Lynches.

Roy always had a soft spot
for that place

and the kids that came out of it.

Kids like him.

Waifs and strays.

Orphans in all but name.

Who do YOU have in this world, son,
other than me?

No-one.

Good.

Because I'm all you need.

Roy took a long time to get
the drugs network together.

If you're still with me on Friday,

if you ignore the temptations...

..then, it's yours.

I can't give you mothering.

And, believe me, you wouldn't want
my mothering even if I could.

But I can give you opportunity.

Thanks.

I thought we could do with
a bit of backup,

to get things over the line
tomorrow.

There's more if needed,
but we'll start with two.

Don't take it personally.

Let's go.

Hi.

You're right. There's nothing here.

I mean, they've been creative,
but who are we to judge that?

Good.

I'll confirm the deal and get things
ready for the announcement tomorrow.

Welcome back.

Hey, can you authorise for me
to get access to our financials?

I can't log in.

What, you're locked out?

It was taken away after my accident.

Mm. Oh, yeah.

I should do a summary
of the benefits of the takeover

for the media.
I need the data to show economies

of scale, synergies, cost savings.

I'll knock something together
and run it by you?

Yeah. Good idea.

I'll have your access reinstated.

Where did you get it?

We've met before.

Right.

It was quite a night.

The boy fae Leith being inaugurated
as president of Edinburgh's

oldest, and indeed most
misogynistic,

drinking club.

You made a speech about growing up
in Leith...

..which contained several factual
inaccuracies.

Where did you get it?

Not from the American.

But I'd imagine she's seen it too.

And if I can spot the holes
in that document,

as a poor kid from the Lochend Road
who knows his way around a balance

sheet, she must have seen all the
other holes that I don't know about.

She's signed an NDA,
and you've stolen information.

There's nothing in there
that's illegal.

So whatever you're trying to do,
it's not going to work.

I think the National Bank Of
Caledonia

doesn't have a pot to piss in.

I think you need the sale
to go through

tomorrow before the wheels come off.

And I think Maggie Lynch is
helping you do so.

And I suspect that, in return,
you're helping Maggie Lynch

out of her current difficulties

with a decent wedge of cash.

Which I would like to receive
instead.

I remember you.

From that night.

You weren't there as a member,
you were somebody's guest.

Following me about, telling me
how we were both Leith boys,

and maybe we should have lunch
and discuss mutual opportunities.

It was hard not to laugh.

Some fucking spiv lawyer
in his Moss Bros suit,

talking about mutual opportunities.

It wasn't a Moss Bros suit.

A few years later, someone told me
you'd been nicked for a hit-and-run.

And I thought,
"Aye, that sounds about right."

I WAS there as a guest of a client.

I was the only one at my table
who hadn't gone to the right school.

They laughed at you, Jim.

At your manners.
At your wine choices.

At you butchering of your oath,

but, I mean, there wasn't much call
for Latin in Leith, was there?

I went to prison for that.

It could have been worse.

They could have known
I was laundering the Lynches' money.

I cleaned it up from how it
came off the street

and sent it to a numbered account.

Oh, Roy was very
proud of his numbered account.

Someone had set it up for him.

Anonymous, safe.

But it wasn't Roy's world.

And one day, he gave me a form
he shouldn't have.

And I realised it was an NBC
account.

Which was surprising. But...

..now it's not.

I think you looked
after their money.

And I think you did that
for a long time.

And I think that's a daft thing
for a clever man like you to do.

But you'd only do it
if they had something on you.

And the Lynches have always
got something.

What are you proposing?

I give you the evidence of the money
laundering, rather than the police.

You give me the money,
rather than Maggie.

Sale goes through, you can skip off
into the sunset.

Providing, of course,
you can take care of the American

and what she might be able to do
to stop it.

Well, I can take care of that.

Mm. Then, we're sorted.

Two Leith boys with a mutual
opportunity.

Meet me at to the club,
bring everything you have,

and we can agree terms.

And wear a better suit than
last time, eh?

There's a porter at the Royal Mile
Hotel with a spectacular

collection of vices,
which have led to him owing us

a little over £5,000.

Or at least
that's what he owed us yesterday.

Today, he doesn't owe us a penny.

Because today he told us that he saw

Max McCall hanging round the hotel.

He thought that information would be
of interest to me,

what with Max McCall's much-rumoured
history with my late husband.

And he was right.

Where are they?

I don't know.

What was he doing in the hotel?

I don't know.

Max being alive isn't good news
for you.

Max getting involved in my affairs,
well, that is

something that could spread
beyond you in consequences.

If that's your consequences,
then....

..I'm a wee bit insulted.

He's got a gun.

And I've got something even better
than that.

I'll not forget this.

I would hope not.

Where are they?

I don't know.

You have until tonight.

Which means HE has until tonight.

What did they say?

We're to cease all operational
interest of any nature

in Maggie Lynch.

They know she's leaving.

And they want her to go and take her
power over them with her.

This is why I'm not going to stop.

Because she shouldn't be able
to do that.

If you don't stop,
it will be the last thing you do.

I know. I'm ready to go.

But I'll be taking her with me.

Then, I'll keep watching her,

and let you
when I see something interesting.

OK.

Did you get anywhere? At the flats?

No.

You know, Yvonne, taking down
Maggie Lynch is hard enough.

Trying to do it cleanly,
that's even harder.

There's going to be a time

when you have to decide what
you'll give up to get her.

And that's coming down the road.

Bought it with Dad's money.

It's a calculated investment,
I don't expect you to understand.

See when I look out there,
it comes right back to me, Max.

That decision that night.

Then, don't look out there.

How can that road not speak to you?

Because it's a road.

Look at you.
Back here, the same situation.

Risking it all,
to claw back what you think you had,

what you think you deserve.
If you have an alternative plan,

Jake, I'd be genuinely delighted
to hear.

Leave.

Just go somewhere else,
start again.

I'm a disbarred lawyer
without a penny to my name,

who's at risk of arrest
for parole violation.

The only way I get the chance to
rebuild my life

is by taking a large amount of money
meant for Maggie Lynch.

There are other lives you could
have.

Well, I suppose I could
check in a hostel and sign on.

Is that the kind of life you're
suggesting I pursue, Jake?

You're too good for that, are you?

Yes, I am, inarguably,
too good for that.

And I'm not the only one
that's back here, Jake.

You're here because you know I can
pull this off.

You know that after
all this time, I,

and only I, can still give you
the life you want.

Were you going to split the money
with me, in Chicago?

No.

Because you had Angie.

You had something...

..real.

You had a life.

Of sorts.

And I didn't have anything.

So I felt that
I needed that money more than you.

But I don't feel like that now.

I'm getting that money tomorrow.

I've done it.

And when I do, I'm going to give
Kenny and the girl

and that witch downstairs
what they need.

And then I'm going to split
the rest with you, Jake.

Right down the middle.

Because now we're both looking
for something.

We're both looking for a life.

Thanks for not lying to me again.

No more lies.

It's too late for that.

We're too near the end.

Leith Legals, getting you out
of bother just as quick as we can.

Hey, I'm coming to see you.

And there's no maybe any more.

I want out. I want her.
And I want to do it together.

Hi, Teddy.

How are you, Kenny?

Getting by.

Where are they?

Who?

Max and Jake.

We've got a wee security set-up
going, Teddy.

It's a need-to-know sort of thing.

Erm, I can pass on a message,
though.

I need to see Maxie.

Then, I can tell him
to contact you, rapido.

Where...are they?

I can pass on a message.

But I can't tell you where they are.

And I'm not sure, Teddy,
with a huge amount of respect,

why you need to know where they are.

But I know others
who'd like to know that.

Maggie Lynch has my dad.

And he's not much of a dad...

..but he's MY dad.

Then, tell Max that.

He'll come up with something.

Aye, he will.

Maxie'll come up with something.

But I'm not sure it would favour me.

Teddy. Teddy, please.

There's...there's got to be
another way... Where are they?

I can't tell you. No.

Not that.

Don't do that.

Look, Teddy,
this isn't Max and Jake.

If it was just them,
I'd tell you in a shot.

But they're with my niece.

And Maggie Lynch is looking for her
too. So I can't...

I can't...I can't tell you.

And I know what that means.

But I can't tell you.

I've tried.

With the Zen.

With everything.

I've tried to not be who I am.

But, right now,

I can feel the Zen legging it
out of my body,

of my mind. And I can feel
everything else coming back.

Everything's I've worked hard
to get rid off.

And they're coming back, Kenny.

They're coming back
with fucking bells on.

Teddy...

Please, tell me.

I'm on Maggie Lynch.

She's just dropped two of her goons
at The Royal Mile Hotel.

What does that mean?
Well, there's a sign in reception

welcoming the Americans
who are buying Jim Sturrock's bank.

I think whatever connects Sturrock
and Maggie Lynch is in that hotel.

And I think something's
about to happen.

I'm on her, so you need to get
to the Royal Mile Hotel.

Palatial by Love Corporation,
original 12-inch,

Danny Rampling remix.

He opened with that at Cream in '97.

You like house music?

I detest it.

Where did you go?

When? You know when.

None of your business.
Correct answer.

You know where I wish I was
right now? Berlin.

I'd like to open a recording studio
in the Kreuzberg district,

feed off the Bowie ghosts and help
kids find the dream that I lost.

Instead, I'm sharing a twin bedroom
with my sociopathic brother

while folk try to kill me.

And you're young enough and smart
enough to still have possibilities.

Max takes a lot from people,

and the thing he takes most is
possibilities.

If you have a way out, then take it.

I hear you've seen the light.

Sorry if you feel
I've been a little tough on you.

It's OK. You're jet-lagged.

At a minimum.

Your paperwork looks good.

Solid capital ratios.

A little bit eager
on the leveraging, a little bit

ambitious on the valuations, but
these are the games we play, right?

Right.
But then I went under the hood.

I tried to pin down
where the capital is.

Where the assets are.

Because you're re-hypothecating
those assets like no-one's

business... Re-hypothecation is...
Is legal.

You can leverage the same asset
100 times,

but you've got to have the asset.
Which we do.

On paper, sure.

There's an off balance-sheet vehicle
with eight billion in it

listed in the accounts. The accounts

that you give your board,
your shareholders,

your finance team. Which, as far
as I can tell, are two guys who

have been with you from the start,

whose pensions you've converted to
shares so they're locked in.

And that's before you get
to the NDAs

and the management structure,
where everything leads to you.

Well, that structure is what got us
where we are.

It's not a democracy.

I followed it,
the off balance-sheet vehicle.

All the way across the world,
round all the corners,

through the fucking
hall of mirrors of your accounts.

And at the end, I found it.

In our accounts.
Listed with that same eight billion.

There's nothing wrong with
disguising ownership...

Well, I thought,
worst case scenario,

that vehicle is full
of subprime bullshit, that you're

underpinning your loans with
eight billion of shaky collateral.

Then I got in, Jim.

Into the vehicle.

That is a lonely place to be.

Seeing as it's empty.

Any collateral you had is long gone.

Those loans are underpinned
with thin air.

And a lot of those loans
are from us.

And I think the only people
who know those

loans are worthless are you
and Richard.

This deal is your way out.

The growth of the new company
will replenish...

Sure, the share price doubles,
you siphon off profits,

replace what you stole. That's a
fucking fairy tale, and you know it.

You DO know it.

And so does Richard.

You get out after the deal,
and Richard follows,

what, a few months later?

And you leave that bomb
for other people to find,

others who will work just as hard
as you to stop it from going off

and taking them down with it.
That's the way the world works.

Oh, it's the way YOUR world works.

Pull the deal tonight,
or I'll go public.

I want to hear from you
within the hour.

We'll cut you in.

One hour.

Mr Sturrock booked
the Ellieslea room.

He's running
a couple of minutes late.

No problem.

Richard.

Pack a bag, personal effects only.

No paperwork,
you're flying back tonight.

The others can handle tomorrow.

What happened to "buddy"?

You're going to be taken back
to your apartment.

Legal will be waiting there for you,

with details of your settlement and
details of all the terrible things

that WILL happen to you if you
open your mouth about any of this.

What the fuck have you done?

We made bets that didn't pay off.

And now, we're making a bigger bet
that will come off.

Bullshit.

You're buying yourself enough time
to cash out and get out.

And I won't let you do it.

What you will or will not let us
do is a moot point.

You're gone.

And you can live with financial
security or you can live with

no security of any kind.

I'll go public.

Then, you will do so as an aggrieved
ex-employee with a drug habit.

I have the paperwork, Richard.

53 hours, 18 minutes.

That's how long you've spent
with the paperwork.

You've slept what, four hours
a night? You're delirious.

And I don't think it's adrenaline
that been keeping you up at night.

How do you know
how long I was in the room?

You don't have the paperwork.

There WAS no paperwork.

You were tired.

You're on strong medication.

We're getting a signed affidavit
from a porter at the hotel saying

that you barely left your room
and you went heavy on the minibar.

Let me get you out of there,
for your own good.

Jim Sturrock -

he's not like us.

It's not attorneys and lawsuits -
it's worse than that.

Oh, fuck!

You must have felt safe,
coming here.

No women, for a start.

Roy and I always managed
to get into parts of this city

we had no business being.

Although I did come in through
the fire door.

And you'll be leaving
by the fire door.

Why don't we split the money?

Well, you need my help.

Jim Sturrock needs my help.

Jimmy Sturrock will do
what I tell him.

And you've no need for money
any more.

30 years ago,

I was assistant manager of one of
the smallest branches in Scotland.

Down in Leith.

Blue collar, you'd call it.

There was one family who put enough

money through the bank to keep
the lights on.

My boss didn't like them,
he thought they were criminals.

I said that we weren't the police,

but he decided that he was going
to tell the head office.

And if they shut us down,

if I got disciplined
and my career got clipped

before it had even started -
well, he thought it was worth it,

to do the right thing.

So off he went, up Leith Walk,
to the head office.

But he never made it.

And I got promoted in his place.

And then I got promoted
many more times.

And...here we are.

If I would do that at the start,
when I had nothing to lose,

imagine what I'd do now, at the end,
when I have everything to lose.

This is my bank. And my city.

And I need you to pack up and go,
and keep quiet.

OK?

No.

Sorry.

Stop!

Control, I'm in the car park of the
Osprey Club in Cumberland Street,

checking out a possible disturbance.

Copy that.

I know it was you, son.

That sent the police to the farm.

I'll get round to you soon enough.

Stand by for more.

Go ahead, 4-5.

Do you require backup?

Go ahead, 4-5.

This isn't escape.

All this means is that you two
will be together at the end.

False alarm. All clear.

Roger.

Sorry.

Go, go, go, go!

Where Were You?
by Mekons

# When I was waiting in the bar,
where were you?

# When I was buying you a drink,
where were you?

# When I was crying at home in bed,
where were you? #