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This programme contains
some violent scenes.

This car's falling apart.

I know.

Did we get the "machete on the
night bus" story in?

No, I couldn't see it.

It's bloody freezing in here.
Gonnae get that heater fixed?

I don't think I can stay in
the call car for much longer.

Of course, you'll be the editor
this time next month,
I completely forgot(!)

What's wrong with working
in the call car, anyhow?

Where else would the paper get its
surreal vignettes of Glasgow life?

RADIO: 'Come in, Alpha Four. We have
reports of a disturbance at
45, Ashwell Terrace, Bearsden.'

A disturbance. Bearsden.

'Man and woman fighting.'

Oh, it's posh.
It might be worth a look.

'Need a car over there
immediately. Repeat - reports
of a disturbance at 45...'

# Looking like a born again

# Living like a heretic

# Listening to Arthur Lee records

# Making all your friends feel
so guilty about their cynicism

# And the rest of their generation

# Not even the Government

# Are going to stop you now

# But are you ready to be
heartbroken?

# Are you ready to be heartbroken?

# Well, you'd better
get ready now, baby

# Ready to bleed

# Ready to bleed

# Ready to bleed. #

Can I help you? Do you live here?

Daily News.

What's the story?

Well, a gang of unruly surgeons have
been reeking havoc in

a fracas over a bottle of
Beaujolais Nouveau.

Very funny, Burns.

McVie. Meehan. Nothing for yous
here. Noise complaint.

Shouting, slamming doors.
Bearsden? Heaven forbid(!)

I know. The carpets round here are
so thick you feel

that your feet have been cut off.

Hey, what's the difference between a
porcupine and a house in Bearsden?

On a porcupine,
the pricks are on the outside.

Oh, I thought that was a cop shop.

Ignore him.
He thinks he's a comedian.

That woman has blood on her face.

She wants us to leave it.

She's a lawyer.

Vhari Burnett.
There's not much I can do.

If she calls us out again...

RADIO: 'Alpha Four, do you receive?'
..I'll take action.
Come on, let's go.

And you two, away and rake some
muck someplace else.

Right, let's get out of here.
This is not going in the paper.

Vhari Burnett? Have you seriously
never heard of her? No.

Top lawyer for Amnesty?
She gets beaten up - that's news.

She gets beaten
up by Arthur Scargill, that's news.

She gets slapped across the kisser
by her boyfriend, that's not.

Then what's CID doing here?

Hello. Paddy Meehan. Daily News.

George McVie.
If we could have a word.

It won't take two seconds.

We just wanted to know
if you'd been beating up your wife.

Can I apologise for my colleague?

Or are her injuries in relation to
a case that she's been working on?

Shut up, you.

Or are her injuries related to
a case that she's been working on?

Look, I'm a colleague
of Miss Burnett

and I'm sorry to say she's had a wee
bit too much to drink.

But thank you for your concern.

Now, I needn't stress how
important it is that none of this
reaches the paper.

Vhari's a very successful lawyer and
if word got round that she couldn't

handle the sauce. Well, it would,
erm, it would damage her reputation.

But, erm, thank you very much.

Good night.

50 quid.

You dancer.

What are you doing?

Keys.
We can't take his money.

Keys.

SHE SIGHS

CAR ENGINE CHOKES

Listen, take the 50 quid.
You need it.

Your family need it.

What difference does it make?
Devlin's not going to publish this -

"Lawyer gets pished".

She looked scared.

Phone it in. Be my guest.

Right. It's past the dead hour.

Some bastard must be killing
somebody somewhere.

I think you've been overcharged...

I cannae see how it's that much.
Been a mistake.

It couldn't be that much.

You been out already?

Thought there might be some
lead down by the old factory

at Eastfield,
but somebody beat me to it.

Just so you know, the phone's
not working.

Cut off? Did I say that?
It's just temporarily out of use.

Eviction notice?

Give us that.

I thought we paid the back rent.
How much do we owe?

Don't worry about it,
I'll get work soon.

How much, Dad?

About 145.

Put your money away.
You're paying enough already.

I can look after my own family.

Where exactly are you going to get
that type of cash?

So, how was last night?

Did you hear about that woman being
killed? It was just on the radio.

No, I missed that.

Oh, better luck next time.

I just report the news, Mum.
I don't make it happen.

What else? See any sights?

Give us your chat.

First, we went to a car crash -
nobody was hurt.

Oh, you must have been disappointed.

And then we went to the police
station in Anderston.

Then a disturbance at Bearsden,

and just drove about Easterhouse
for a few hours.

Bearsden. That's where that woman
was killed, wasn't it?

SHE FLICKS THROUGH RADIO STATIONS

RADIO: 'In the First Division,
Meadowbank Thistle...'

Will you turn that off?
This isn't just your room.

Shut up, I need to hear this.

RADIO: 'The name of the victim
in the Bearsden killing has been

'announced as Vhari Burnett -
a well-known lawyer in the city.

'She was found dead at her home
by police officers
at 6.30 this morning.'

Can I speak to you? Aye, sure.

In private.

This is bad.

That guy killed her, McVie,
and we took money from him.

Ah, when you put it like that,
it does sound sort of bad.

You don't know he killed her.

He could have been long
gone by then.

We need to tell Devlin.

You keep your gas at a peep.

Tell him, by all means, but miss out
the bit about the 50 quid.

Do you want your jotters?

Cos he'll have us out of here
so fast your face will look as

if it's been in a wind tunnel.

TV: 'No. Now if this Government spent
as much money on modernising

'the pits as they do trying to
destroy the trade union movement,

'we would have a sustainable
industry and a future.'

So, when did you get the call?

Well, is it... Is it definite?
Is it signed, sealed, delivered?

Yeah, sure.

TV: 'We'll make another
statement later on...'

Hey, I got a call from Partick
Marine Police Station.

Apparently, you were at this
house in Bearsden last night?

They want to talk to you.

No problem. Yeah, well, is there
anything for us in it?

Anything you can write up? Any hook?

We weren't there very long.
Just got a glimpse of her.

Well, that makes you the last
person to see her alive, doesn't it?
There's your hook.

Jesus, Paddy,
do I have to do your job for you?

Yeah, I'm still here.

I want a hundred-word description,
all right?

Scene at the house, atmosphere.
Book end it with facts.

And I want it in before you go
out on the call car, all right?

Anything else I should know?

No. All right, then, piss off.

It's Meehan, right?

Your reputation goes before you.

I heard what you
did on the Baby Brian case.

So what can you tell me
about the Bearsden call?

I spoke to the man at the door.

Did you see the Burnett woman?

Yeah, she, erm,
she had blood on her face.

I think she'd cut her lip.

Cut her lip?

She had her teeth pulled out and
her skull caved in with a hammer.

She was found curled up behind
the door by somebody that came
to pick her up for work.

Tell us anything else?

Yeah, erm, the man...
He spoke with an Irish accent.

He wore red braces, expensive shirt.

He said that he was a colleague.

And there was a red car
parked round the back.

You never mentioned that.

Just assumed it was hers.

Do you think there's some kind
of Irish connection? Provos, maybe?

What I think is my business.
Is that it?

On you go.

Is there something else?

One para for four nights
in a call car, Meehan?

You driving round
with your eyes shut?

If it doesn't happen,
it doesn't happen. But it did
happen, didn't it?

A good old-fashioned murder
and you missed it!

There's a, erm,
a miners' strike on, as well,

just in case you haven't noticed?

Is there? Is there really(?)

If you want to make yourself useful,
at least bend over

and give the sideliners somewhere
to stick their pens.

Just so you know, Mary Margaret
from the press bar is telling

everybody that you've got
a dick like a cocktail stick.

MURMURS AND CHUCKLING

Jesus wept.

What's the score?

Something happen?

What's up?
They've sold the paper.

I knew this would happen.

They'll use this to crack
the unions wide open.

The negotiations have been
going on for some time.

They just, erm...
Forgot to tell us.

Who's the new owner?

McCallum International. They took
over The Examiner in Manchester -

started editing on computers,

printing up off-site
at a fraction of the cost.

Holy shit.

Printing in colour.

Colour? Mmm-hmm.

Typing through three sheets and two
carbons - it's a dying skill, boys.

Just as well you could
never do that.

That's cos his finger was
always up his arse.

Aye, keep laughing -
all the way to the dole queue!

Maybe it's not all doom and gloom.

Yeah, well,
you're about to find out.

Hey, the new editor-in-chief
is on his way up the stairs!

Name's Maloney. So I want everyone
in here, including secretarial. Now.

Well, come on. You're about
to meet your new boss,
so at least look professional.

Pronto Tonto!

Hold up, comrades.

Erm, hi. Devlin, editor.

Welcome to the Daily News.

Is this the entire newsroom staff?

Erm, yeah, more or less.

Good. I have a few words to say.

Well, the floor is yours.

I'm told that a successful newspaper
treats its workforce with respect,

values experience while nurturing
new talent and taking risks.

I'm told this.

Unfortunately, I don't believe it.

This is a provincial paper
in a provincial town.

And please don't start
banging on about Glasgow being

the second city of the Empire.

This place does not have
room for two broadsheets.

But if there's only going to be one,
I want it to be the Daily News.

You need to start attracting
some new readers.

Nationally.

Well, that's the good news.

The bad news is that not
all of you will be embarking on this

exciting new journey with me.

At least 20% of you will go.

We are going to be
leaner, meaner and keener.

That's enough show-boating.
The NUJ will have something...

You tell the NUJ
there's a new sheriff in town.

This paper has a tradition.

Well, if you don't like it,
piss off.

They're looking for a new features
editor at The Guardian.

Although not one with
a second-rate CV like yours.

Careful.

I don't have anything to lose here.

However, if you do stay,

at least you'll be able to save
the hacks that deserve a job.

If you go - blood bath.

Why me? If I'm so second-rate.

Your CV is. You're not.

No, you've done a good job here.

It's just times are changing
and you need to adapt.

I'm not saying you've got to go
down-market, you know?

Swing from the soft left to the
soft right,

you'll pick up
circulation in no time.

And I can choose who stays
and who goes, yeah?

Right.

I picked up today's
edition at the airport.

It's dull.

We'll kick off the new look
with a big story,

but from an angle
that your readers don't expect.

We need to make it clear that this
paper has a new voice.

Which is?

We'll go with the miners' strike.

But let's go after
the union leaders.

We'll do a piece
highlighting their rank hypocrisy -

their big cars, holiday homes.

I ain't saying we're going to get
a shot of Red Willie McDade

in his Jacuzzi, lighting a cigar
with some poor sod's giro.

There's a lot of support
for the strike up here.

You know, at Polmaise
they don't even need pickets.

Devlin, the miners don't
buy your paper. They buy the Sun.

I'll be taking that desk over there
until I get upstairs refurbished.

Don't think she's a Partick
Thistle supporter, do you?

WOMAN BREATHES HEAVILY

We need to hand that money in.

That might be tricky.

I slapped mine on Widow's Fortune in
the 1.30 at Doncaster this morning.

It's still running.

But it could be evidence.

The cops saw him.

He'll be in the clink
before you know it.

No, what we need is a juicy story.
Keep our jobs.

You still eating them things?

You should lay off the fish suppers.

I've never had any complaints.

Really? Because for someone with
a reputation as a letch,

I've never actually seen
you with a woman.

Appearances can be deceiving.

There's been plenty,
don't you worry.

They're not exactly kicking your door
in for a mad shag, are they?

Was it someone special? Is that it?

Did she break your heart?

That's right.
I'm like Humphrey McBogart.

I'll always have Rothesay.

RADIO: 'Alpha Four, members of the
public have found a body

'floating in the river by the old
boathouse near the Clyde bridge.

'Do you receive me, over?'

Let's go.
CAR ENGINE TURNS

Oh, come on. Come on!

CAR ENGINE TURNS

CAR STARTS

Listen, erm, you go.

That, erm, fish supper
isn't sitting too well.

POLICE OFFICER:
There's an ambulance on its way.

Just where do you think you're
going? It's all right, Tam.

What's going on here?

Nothing exciting, I'm afraid.
Some guy dead in the water.

Something in the river must have
ripped open his face.

Suicide, I'm guessing.

Maybe call it in as possible
foul play, just to be safe.

They drag a DS out here
for a jumper?

Aye, DCI Sullivan wanted me
to check it out.

New boy, I get all the best jobs.

So, what are you doing tomorrow?

What, you can't work that call car
24-7. That'd be slave labour.

You choose your moments!

Not the most romantic setting,
I know, but needs must.

I don't know
when I might get another chance.

And you don't see peepers
like yours very often.

20 quid.

Credit card. Business card.

"Mark Thillingly. Law Society".

Amnesty International?

Anything else you'd like to know?

Like Vhari Burnett.

What, you think this is the guy that
was at the Burnett house?

No, it's not the guy I saw.

But he could have been there.

Maybe he killed her
and topped himself.

"Support The Miners"?

See you later.

So, what about that drink?

I'll be in the press bar
tomorrow night.

We need to call this in.
Another lawyer.

Fits in with the
Vhari Burnett murder.

That could be the amateur dentist.

Could be. Name's Mark Thillingly.

Good girl.

Hail Mary full of grace.
Our Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women and
blessed is the fruit of thy womb.

Jesus.

Going to do that somewhere else?
I need to sleep.

I've decided.

I'm going to take holy orders.

I know what you're going to say,
but I've been thinking about it

ever since I saw
the Holy Father at Bellahouston.

Father Michael has got
a place for me at Taize.

It's an ecumenical camp
for young Christians.

Just to try it out,
see if it suits me.

I know what I'm doing, Paddy.

I just want you to have a life -

wild adventures,
passionate love affairs -

not spend it praying
in some cold, grey room.

There's more to it than that.

And what about Dad?
He's up to his eyes in debt.

They need another wage coming in.

He said it was OK.

I let you be who you want to be.

Hear the good news, then?

She doesn't know what she's doing.
She's 18.

She's throwing her life away.

Becoming a Bride of Christ
is throwing your life away?

You've brainwashed her. I don't
have time to brainwash anyone.

And if I did,
I would start with you.

I prayed every night that
one of you would find Jesus.

I set me heart on it,
so don't you spoil this!

Mary Ann has got her whole life
ahead of her.

I'm not listening to you, Patricia.

You're surrounded by sin.
You peddle in it.

No, I don't!

I want to do good, just like
Mary Ann, only in a different way.

How? By making up lies about people?
By hounding them?

By writing about your own family,
if you think it'll get you ahead?

You're happy enough to
take my money.

Dad can't get work.
We've already had to move once.

Now we've got another eviction
notice on the table.

Don't you think Mary Ann
should be bringing in a wage?

She doesn't need a job.

She has a vocation.

I mean, Devlin didn't
even call him in.

Just gave him
the bump over the phone.

Who?

McFadden.
He did that column for ten years.

He was practically an institution.

Now he's going to be living in one.

Who's next?

I think we should all go
and get steamboats.

Good call.

Listen, I've made a decision.

I'm going to tell the cops about
the 50 quid, and so should you.

This about the Burnett case?
Cos I've got nothing to give you.

We both know the guy dragged
out of the Clyde wasn't the same guy
we saw at the house.

Well, maybe there was two
guys at the house.

What about the guy with the braces?
We haven't traced him yet.

Wait, this might help.

Braces gave it to me.

It should have
his fingerprints on it.

Why haven't you given this
to us sooner?

Didn't know it was important.
Aye, you did.

Look, he forced it into my hand.

He made out that he was
doing her a favour -

try keep her boozing sessions
out of the paper.

Look, no need to explain.
Nobody's squeaky-clean, eh?

Get that analysed.

Meehan!

What do you make of our new
editor-in-chief, then?

Be nice to have a woman in charge.

Probably best not to get too chummy.

How come? She's not cut from the
same cloth as you.

And I mean that as a compliment.

How's it going?
You're in the clear.

My arse was flappin'
like a flag in a hurricane.

Wait till Maloney gets her hands on
you, then you'll know all about it.

I know. Did you clock
the trouser suit? Armani.

What kind of wages is she on?

Down that, I've got an idea.

How do you know about Armani
trouser suits anyway?

You wear sheepskin coats
and dodgy ties. Hardly Don Johnson.

I can't wear Armani
because I can't afford it.

Doesn't mean I can't appreciate it.

Why do you want to talk
to them anyhow?

Oh, count me out, I'm allergic
to patchouli oil. Bye-bye.

Support the miners! Stop Thatcher
destroying the coal industry.

Cheers.

Did, erm, any of you guys know
Mark Thillingly?

Worked for Amnesty. Lawyer.
Supported the cause.

Who wants to know?

Daily News.

Support the miners! Thatcher out!

If you knew him, talk to me.
I'm on your side.

He was in the student union
a few days ago. He seemed fine.

Where did he usually work?

Easterhouse Law Centre.

His suicide couldn't have anything
to do with the Vhari Burnett murder,
could it?

I don't know.

They used to be an item, so I heard.

When was that? Years ago.
At university. Before he married.

He finished it, I think.

Didn't stop his wife
being jealous, though.

Him and Vhari had been
working for the NUM -

trying to find ways to stop the
Government confiscating their cash.

Don't think she liked it.
Erm, what was his wife's name?

Diana.

She was always going on at him
to give up his work for Amnesty.

Get on in the world.

Bit of a true-blue Tory
by the sounds of things.

The police think he killed Vhari,
don't they?

I don't think they know what
happened. He didn't.

He got out of breath climbing
up a flight of stairs.

Honestly, he was emotionally

and physically incapable of doing
that to anyone.

Thank you.

Get your old man balls
off that chair.

This is my desk.
This has always been my desk.

We need it for training.

We do "A Week In The Life
Of A Miner's Wife"...

The strike through her eyes.
Food parcels. No Christmas pressies.

Scabs. Families torn apart.

Then we do a breakdown of what's
in an average food parcel.

Who gives and who doesn't? No.

We're going with a different angle.
Is the food poisoned?

Are they stealing it from
one another? I don't want
solidarity, I want dirt.

The NUM's money's being sequestered.
They can't put it in banks.

Red Willie's moving his money around
in suitcases so the Government can't
get their hands on it.

You find out exactly where that
money's going.

And if you can't, just make up
some less-than-flattering theories
about what they're doing with it.

Go on.

Sullivan wants to see you.

We got a set of prints off
your 50 quid.

I'd better go.

Lafferty. You ever heard of him?

I know the name.
You should.

He's one of the ranking gangsters
in the city.

Was he at the Burnett house?

Do you know a woman called
Vhari Burnett?

I was in the Lucky Black till seven.

It's a snooker club in the Calton.

That isn't what I asked you.

Do you know it, Sullivan?

I could swear
I saw you skulking about.

Either that or there's
a wino in there that's your double.

HE CHUCKLES

I'm always in the Lucky Black.
It's a wee home from home.

We found an object at Vhari
Burnett's house the night she died.

Got your prints all over it.

Can we wrap this up?

I'm missing my aerobics class
and my core needs to flow.

Know what I'm saying?

If his alibi checks out,
we'll just have to release him.

I mean, technically, he could have
touched that 50 quid any time.

It links him to Mr Braces,
though, doesn't it?

You follow Lafferty and he'll lead
you straight to him.

You can't let him go.

I'm the only one that ties him
to the crime.

What if he comes after me?

He won't. You can't identify him.

I've told no-one about the note.
Neither has Gallagher.

By the way, you can't use
any of this, Meehan. Right?

Do we understand each other?

Eh?

PHONE RINGS

'Hello?' Hi, there. Could
I speak to Karen Burnett, please?

'Who wants her?'

It's just a friend.
I'm calling about her sister Vhari.

'I haven't seen her since last
week.'

Do you have a work number for her?
'I've tried but she's not there.
It's...here.'

'Erm...063298746.'

'If you manage to speak to her,
tell her the rent's due next week,
will you?'

KEYPAD TONES

RINGING TONE

'Hello, GCHQ.'

So she says, "I've got a sore
finger." And the doctor says,
"Is it your whole finger?"

And she says,
"No, it's the one next to it".
ALL LAUGH

McVie!

By the way, did I tell you
what Devlin said about
my miners' wives idea?

What's up? Burnett's sister
worked for GCHQ in Cheltenham.

The intelligence gathering place.

I know what it is.
Well, she was a data analyst.

So?
So, they say she's on leave.

Her flatmate hasn't seen her
since last week. Where is she?

Lying on a beach somewhere?

With her sister dead?

Hmm.

There's a link between
the death of Vhari Burnett
and Thillingly's suicide.

Her sister's missing and we think
that might tie in as well.

We're not sure how exactly yet.

But we think we might be able to
find the killer before the cops do.

And then what?
Cos we can't print it.

And why not?

Cos we could prejudice the trial.

If you're sure you know who
the killer is, I say print it.

We'll just call their bluff.
We'll tell them sue or be damned.

What if we're culpable for getting
a killer off on a technicality?

It's not our problem.

Listen, the Daily News catches
the killer of some goody-two-shoes
lawyer, that's fantastic!

And if they can throw in some kinky
sex that's even better.

Well, we'll see what we can do.

It's a bit of a crush in the back
of that call car...

Well, I think it is our problem.
We're not above the law.

There's such a thing as ethics.

That's right, yep,
it's one of the home counties.

Follow it up.

We'll decide when to print
when we see what you've got.

And you're still on the call car,
so do it between shifts.

You two look happy.

Take it you never got your P45,
then? Mm-hm.

You like the little brunette,
don't you?

Is she your pet project?
Paddy Meehan, girl reporter?

You got a problem with that?

I thought she'd remind you
of you...all those years ago.

When you were her age.

You screwed her yet?

Why not?

Is she not your type?

What is? Not you.

Yeah, don't flatter yourself.

Fancy a drink?

Yeah, OK.

So I checked
the clippings library.

You've written
some interesting stuff.

The Baby Brian case.

That shows a ruthless streak,
which is what you need,

cos, trust me, Paddy, if we didn't
have tits, they'd hunt us.

I do want to give you
one little bit of advice, though.

Don't get involved with Devlin.

I wasn't planning to.

You might not be, but he is.

It's not like that.
It's always like that.

You see him as a father figure,
right?

Well, I'm telling you,
that's not how he sees himself.

And the cards are all in his favour.

Trust me, been there. You have?

Mm-hm.

I was just like you. I was hungry,
I was ambitious.

I was going to change the world.

And I had an affair with the deputy
editor, and when it all went wrong,
the newsroom turned on me.

I was out that door.

They'd been looking for an excuse
to drag me down to their level
and I gave it to them.

It didn't do you any harm
in the long run, though, did it?
Look at you now.

I had to sell my soul to get here.

Devlin's not the type.

Paddy, they are ALL the type.

Come on, what do you know about him,
really? His private life?

He's divorced.

Mm-hm. How long?

A few years.

And now has he got a girlfriend?

Doubt it. He sleeps in the office.
He hardly goes home.

And is that it?

I bet he knows a lot more about you.

I'm not interested in him that way.
He's the same age as my dad.

If you need some help
with this story, I'm here.

Use me.

Forget about McVie,
he's a dead weight.

And Devlin? Well,
as much as we both admire him,

he could jump ship at any minute,

so there's no point hitching
your cart to him.

I say we watch each other's back.

Deal? Deal.

But...you won't get very far
in this game

taking bribes not to write a story.
See you tomorrow.

Did you tell Maloney
about the 50 quid?

Me? I'm shit scared
to even look at her.

Come on, we should speak
to Thillingly's wife.

What if him and Vhari started up
again? She sounds
like the possessive type.

Oh, crime of passion?

# Tasty, tasty, very, very tasty! #

Red Merc?

Mm-hm.
I saw one the other day.

Same one?

I don't know.

We're from the Daily News.

Sorry to visit you
at this difficult time, but we'd
like to speak to you about Mark.

And we wanted to talk about his
relationship with Vhari Burnett.

Well done(!) What?

WOMAN SOBS

(She's still there!

(Well, speak to her, then.)

I'm really sorry about Mark.

Everyone I've spoken to says
that he would never hurt Vhari.

That's what I think, too.
The cops can ruin his reputation.

If you let us, we can
put his side of the story out there.

LOCK OPENS

Were Mark and Vhari involved
in a case together?

I'm not sure.

On the night that Vhari was killed,
Mark came home about...eight.

His nose was swollen and bleeding.

He said...that someone had tried
to mug him in the car park
outside the office.

He didn't want to call the police
because it was a client.

I didn't believe him.

Did he go out again?

No.

But later,
I heard him on the phone.

He was...pleading.

After that, he just sat drinking.

When I woke up...he was gone.

Do you think he killed himself?

Of course.

In the note that he left, he said
that he'd let Vhari and me down.

It's depressed nonsense.

He'd been really low after
he put all that weight on.

He left a note and mentioned Vhari?

He put her name before mine!

Funny that.

SHE SIGHS

THUMPING

Her family own this place.

Used to be a...theatre or something.

Worth a look.

Then look.

SHE GASPS

SHE WHIMPERS

No, please! Please! No!

Get off of me!

I've got a reference to Karen
from an article on Vhari Burnett
from a few years ago.

Parents are dead,
but they've got a half-brother.

And I've got an address. An address?
Mm-hm. Come on, then.

BUZZER SOUNDS

HE SIGHS
Nothing.

BUZZER SOUNDS

DOOR OPENS

Check the doors.
See if it says "Burnett" on them.

I'll bet that's him there.
Let's find out.

Danny, right? Danny Burnett?

Look, we're journalists.
We just want to help your sister.

So what happened to you?

Two guys turned up here
a couple of nights ago.

Said they wanted to buy
some paintings for cash.

I let them in and next thing I know,
I'm getting a severe kicking.

Why? What did they want? Karen.
But I've no idea where she is.

You're not close to
Karen and Vhari, then?

We share the same dad,
but we didn't grow up together.

And you haven't spoken to Karen
since Vhari was killed?

Why do you think these guys
were trying to find her?

I just want to stay out of whatever
she's got herself involved in.

What do they look like, these guys?
Did one of them wear braces?

I don't remember.

Well, what about Mark Thillingly?
Do you think he killed Vhari?

If Mark Thillingly didn't kill Vhari,
the killer is still at large.

Karen could be his next victim.

Danny, we just want to talk to her.
If she's in trouble, we can help.

Hey, I've been in this business
a long time, son.

I know when I'm getting stone-walled.

Tell us where to find her.
You could be saving her life.

She called the day after
Vhari was killed.

She said it was all her fault,
that she'd put Vhari in danger.

Well, did she say why?

Only that she'd got her involved
in something she shouldn't have.

Something to do with the
miners' leader, Willie McDade.

I didn't know what to believe.

I thought she was having
some kind of a breakdown.

So what did you tell these guys
that kicked your face in? Nothing.

You're a crap liar, Danny.

I mentioned that Vhari
owns an old building.

But Karen wouldn't be there.
It's falling to pieces.

It's been used as a storehouse
for years.

Don't feel bad. Most people
would have said something
under the circumstances.

Yeah. I didn't think
I was most people.

MAN: 'How many cops does it take to
change a light bulb?'

None. They just beat up the room
because it's black.

ALL GROAN
HE LAUGHS

That was funny.
That was...genuinely funny. Get off!

Have you ever thought about doing
a bit of comedy?

Me? You're just as funny as the acts
they get in here.

Especially in that
Val Doonican outfit.

They hand these jumpers out
when you join the force, all right?

Along with the moustaches.
I suppose somebody's got to do it.

Aye, well, it's better than being
in your game.

People who can't write,
interviewing people who can't talk,
for people who can't read.

To be honest, I wanted
to ask you about Mark Thillingly.
The note he left?

Ah.

Well, I wasn't privy to that,
I'm afraid.

You'll have to ask Gallagher.

What about the man at the house,
Mr Braces?

We haven't been able
to trace him again.

Business associate, maybe.
He's not a suspect.

And Lafferty?
Did Vhari ever prosecute him?

Not that I know of.

Look, the word is,
Vhari and her sister inherited money
from their mother.

Lafferty probably heard about it on
the grapevine and got stuck into her

to find out
where she keeps her cash.

Could you get me his address?

Bobby Lafferty killed his own dog
by chucking it out a window because
it chewed on his Rangers scarf.

That's all you need to know about
him.

Right, OK.

Just promise me you won't doorstep
him. I'm not joking.

I'll just use it to get some info
on him. That's all, honest.

Let me make a call.

Right, cheers.

There you go.

He has various addresses.
This is one of his warehouses.

Word is he uses a flat
there sometimes.

Best I can do.
Now don't say I'm not nice.

So...how long have you been married?

You don't mess about, do you?
I'm just asking.

Why so interested in my wife?

Wedding ring at work, but not in the
pub. It's tacky, Burns. Tacky.

You don't know what it's like being
in the police. You have to fit in.

You can't tell everyone in the
canteen that your wife's mentally
ill and you're scared to go home.

Your wife's a loony?
That's your chat-up line?

SHE LAUGHS

Maybe you're right. Maybe this
isn't a good idea. I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to offend you.
No? You just called me a liar.

What would make a woman...do this?

Came at me with a bottle opener.

Feel it.

You've got me all wrong, Paddy.

No, not here.

All right, Shugs?

Did you get a kip?

Better than that, I got an address.

Lafferty's got a scrap yard
beside the Clyde.

How did you manage that?
Burns give me it.

Hmm.

What?

Have you learned nothing?

Shag a cop by all means, but
do not bring them into the press bar

for everybody to see.

Mind your own business.

Ah, but it is my business. We don't
do that. We use them, they use us.

We do not get into bed with them.
Or into the back seat of a car,
for that matter.

RADIO PLAYS
# Skies above can't be stormy... #

Are you sure he gave you
the right address?

You've got a cheek. Hmm?

You've chatted up every woman
in the secretarial pool.
Unsuccessfully, I might add.

That's because
I wasn't really trying. Aye, right(!)

You're not as street-smart
as you think you are, Paddy.

Away you go and check his bins.
You never know, there might be
something in there out of her house.

HE LAUGHS
I've got seniority.
My bin-raking days are over.

LAUGHTER

Is no-one at this paper going
to buy me a welcome drink?

Well, I'd avoid the wine if
I were you, you could dissolve
bodies in it.

Vodka tonic. Right. Thanks.

WOMAN: Support the miners!

Support the miners. Yeah, I know
you think I came in too hard,

but you try
being the only woman in the room,
let's see who listens to you.

Well, they're listening now.
Yeah, exactly.

It's not me, though.

It's just an act.

I love this business just as much
as you do. It's in my blood.

Support the miners.

You don't believe me?

Well, I know why I became
a journalist,
but I'm not sure about you.

The same reason. Hmm? What's that?

You wanted to get as close as
possible to the heart of the world.

We all do.

Henry Luce couldn't
have said it better himself.

Oh, no, hang on, he did say it.

People need to make informed
choices or democracy doesn't work.

I know how important we are

and that's why I don't want
to see another paper like
the Daily News go down.

And McCallum International
will do it, Devlin.
They'll just asset strip.

They'll sell the building. They'll
sell the print works, the lot.

Now, you and I, we can make sure
that that doesn't happen,
but we have to compromise.

Typewriters'll be in a museum soon.
I don't want to be in there
with them, do you?

Come on, then,
is the jury in or out?

What, on you?
Mm-hm. Yeah, on me.

I'm still considering.

MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO

Ohh!

McVie!

SHE SCREAMS
McVie!

You told Gallagher about us!

And how did Lafferty know we were
going to check him out? Hey, hey.

I don't think you understand this.
This is war!

When you're in my house, my rules.
Maybe I shouldn't be in your house.

SHE PANTS

We need to talk to William McDade
and get a quote.

I know some of his team.
I'll make a few calls.

You can't let this story spiral,
Mr McDade. It doesn't look good.

Why would Willie McDade be getting
mixed up with someone like Lafferty?

It all comes back to the guy
with the braces.

What I did to your sister
would pale into insignificance

compared to what I will do to you.

Ow! Argh!

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