All language subtitles for S03E02 - Fleshmarket Close

Look at that. They're that lazy
they haul their beds aboot wi,them.

- None of that talk. You speakie ze
English. - Or Homer'll take a lump out
of your arse.

- I've got to be somewhere. - Have a
nice time. See you when I see you.

- Hello.
- Hello, Danny.

Tasted just like they did in my dreams,
Merlinda.

Your lips. Just like in ma dreams.

- Watching us! Ya dirty old pervert!

So where's the summer?

When God made Edinburgh,

he meant it to be cold and damp with the
occasional day of watery sunshine.

- They said it'd be hot.
- Who?

- Them.
- It was hot yesterday.

- It must be global warming.
- Sir.

- Can't we do something about it?
- What?

- I don't know. Protest. Write to your
MSP. - oh, John? A moment, please.

- This is our MSP...
- Trudy. Trudy Laing. Good to see you.

- You know each other? - Yes. We have
dined on several occasions.

- Hello, John. - Trudy's here to report
a missing person.

A 24-year-old Kosovan girl. A
seamstress. I helped her set up business
here.

- What's her name?
- Merlinda Kelmendi.

And when was she last seen?

- Just over two weeks ago.
- You waited two weeks?

- I've been away on holiday.
- Was anything troubling her?

Yeah. That's why I'm worried.

There's this young man, Danny McLeese.

She told me that he... he watches her.

- Did she make a complaint against him?
- No.

- No.
- You think he's done something?

I don't know. But I know Merlinda and I
just know she wouldn't leave like this.

I think we could make some inquiries.

Good.

I have a photograph.

OK. I'll look into this.

- Are you still at the same address?
- Yeah.

oh, and you can
take Sgt Clarke along on this.

Very well, ma'am.

So, you and Trudy Laing?

My ex-wife and Trudy were mates.

I disgraced myself at some do.

You know,
I was rude to some important person.

There's a surprise! You never said
anything about your ex-wife.

oh.

God, what a place.

- Constable Henderson?
- Yes, sir.

Have you got an office?

It's your car or mine, sir.

- You know why we're here?
- Merlinda, yeah.

- You know her? - Yeah. She's in the
Tenants Action Group.

- What's she like?
- Merlinda?

She's OK.

Trudy Laing says she's been pestered
by a Danny McLeese.

I don't know about that. I knew he'd
been hanging around outside Merlinda's
shop,

but when I offered to move him, she said
she didn't mind him being there.

Him and his older brother Si
are the local hoodlums.

Where will we find them?

Si McLeese,
Inspector Rebus and DS Clarke.

I bet you look forward
to clocking on in the morning.

I want to speak to your brother.

- Why? What's he done?
- We just want to talk to him.

- I haven't seen my brother in weeks.
- Is that normal?

Danny comes and goes.

Chuck us a beer, man, will you?

Where does he go to?

- Am I my brother's keeper?
- Do you mind if we look in your flat?

- Do you have a warrant?
- No.

Then I mind.

If he turns up, get him to call us.

You'd better get her out of the sun
and into the shade, pronto.

- Nice place you've got here.
- If I'd known you were coming...

Cheerio, cheerio, cheerio...

- We've had something through from
Traffic. - That was quick.

Well, yes and no. They've wanted
Merlinda for a couple of weeks.

- What about?
- Her car was involved in an incident.

It's all on your desk.

,I.,I can't believe what I'm hearing.,,
/I.

You're telling me Merlinda's gone off
with Danny McLeese, that cretin?!

John, she wouldn't douse that creep
if he was on fire!

All the facts point to them having gone
off together. They were in her car,
kissing.

The local copper offered to move him on,
she said she didn't mind him being
there.

Lan Henderson said that? I don't believe
you.

- oh!
- He is a first-rate policeman.

- That scenario simply does not ring
true. - That is what he said.

John, do you know why you're able to
believe in this crap?

You don't know what goes on in that
place. If you did, you would not
entertain this.

To the Executive buildin,please.

Chief Superintendent,

what brings you to the mean
and melting streets of Knoxland?

Senior officers should not be strangers
to the shop floor, John.

Well, on the shop floor this morning
we have... this poor gentleman.

Found by a council worker
collecting rubbish.

Do we know who he is?

Not yet.

At least we know where he comes from.

- It tells us a wee bit more than that.
- I wait with bated breath!

The viotim is very definitely foreign,

but I couldn't be specific about his
ethnic origin. Could you? But the killer
could.

Which means that he or she had at least
a passing acquaintance with the viotim.

And there's the language used, you see.
"Kurdish swine." A bit limp-wristed.

Hardly the lingua franca of Knoxland.

It does look like a race crime
and we don't need that.

That's all there is, sir.

Is that it?

- Siobhan!
- And you've never seen him before?

I don't think so.

Take this key, see if it fits any door.

Worth a try.

We need a swift result on this one.

The local MSP
is holding her surgery this morning.

- You knew?
- Profiles are important.

- John, what's going on?
- Morning, Trudy.

Good morning. Not if you're Merlinda
Kelmendi it isn't. She's still missing.

Em, I'll appraise Trudy of the situation
on the shop floor.

There's a dead man in there.

Almost certainly murder.

- Almost certainly a Kurd.
- A Kurd?

Is he a tall man? Well-built?

Eh, medium height and slim. Why?

When you said Kurdish, I thought of
Sabri Demir. He's part of our action
group.

He does a lot of odd jobs around the
estate.

- Well, it's not him.
- Jesus!

Well, if it is a murder, I hope the
police will give it their full
attention, John.

Trudy...

Merlinda Kelmendi is an adult.

When an adult goes missing, we make
a note of it, we make an appeal,

we put out some photos.
That's all we can afford to do.

Everybody wants it done on the cheap.

Now for us, on the cheap means deciding
what we canand can't afford to do.

Remember that the next time
you promise your voters more for less.

If this is a murder,
it will be investigated rigorously.

- Well, I guess that's me told.
- Yeah.

Hey! Can't you read?

- He thinks this stuffs a carpet.
- I don't care. Get him out of there.

How's about it, son?

Come on, Homer. You're being moved on.

That's just been renovated and already
he wants to turn it into a bloody dog
toilet!

Uh-huh.

Well, we need them by 12.

Yep.

No, I know. oh.

I'm going to have to call you back. OK,
bye.

The counoil records say
this shop is unoccupied.

A new padlook fitted.

Neat job, too.

- Blood stains.
- What?

There's blood on this ourtain.

That's Whitemire Detention Centre, isn't
it?

- Inspector Rebus?
- That's me.

And you must be,
well, the other one they mentioned.

I'm Jim Considine.
I'm IC here at Whitemire.

"Detain yes, degrade no."

I made it up myself.
Sort of a personal mission statement.

Yet there are those out there
who call me a jailer.

I work for a world-class company and I'm
responsible for over 1,000 units here.

- Now... - Not all of them are easy to
rub along with.

Let them stay in the country?

It wouldn't be enough for some of them.
They'd demand their own family tartan.

You were saying?

It must be a different type of immigrant
you're getting these days.

When the Rebus clan got off the boat
from Gdansk, they were just happy to be
here.

Some went back and fought for the place.
And some of them never came back.

Now...

I believe you're holding these... units
here.

The Yurgis. Sure.
But not the husband.

Have you got him? Is that what this is?

- Muzaffer Yurgi is dead, Mr Considine.
- Possibly murdered.

- We need a formal ID.
- Bring his wife through to Edinburgh.

Wouldn't it be more cost effective
to bring a photo to her?

- Well, I suppose it could be arranged.
- OK, Mr Considine.

Strange bloke.

Do you think it's the job?

I think that's a chicken and egg
question, Siobhan.

Stop here, would you?

I smell pig.

Very impressive olfactory powers, Miss?

- Sunburst.
- Well...

Sunburst,

I've recently seen photographs
of this terrible place.

Photographs taken from every angle.

And I'm betting that you and your
colleagues here have seen the
photographer at work.

And you expect us to help you catch him?

The man in question is dead.

His...

His family is in there.

- He was going to get them out.
- How?

With the help of the law, he said.

- That's when I knew they'd driven him
mad. - Who?

The people who sanction such places.

Thanks for your time.

OK, thank you.

They've got some forensics for us.

Then go get them and bring them to me.

Traces of blood on the sword blade. One
from the dead man, the second anonymous.

- Blood from the curtain.
- Matched the anonymous trace.

Sword was wrapped in the curtain?

Two types of blood on the sword.

Go on.

Fibres found on the ourtain were
insulation material from the water
heater.

The sword was probably hidden
behind the heater. The last thing -

there was a ooat of arms on the sword.
The Bane family.

The sword was stolen from Bane Hall
House in Fife six years ago.

- Fingerprints?
- Not on the handle, but on the blade.

They belong to Danny McLeese.

So...

...forgetting the legal owners for a
moment,

it could be said that, latterly, this
sword has been the sword of Dan McLeese.

Hey, Jack! Watch your car?

- Do you know what this is, son?
- Yeah. So?

Pay the man.

I'd like that look
at your flat now, Mr McLeese.

My warrant's all in order.

Bunny, take Homer for a walk.

And keep him out of the play area.

- But he loves it in there. - Well, tell
him it's for kids only. Now go!

Come on, Homer.

Homer? You're a big Simpsons fan, eh?

He's called after a Greek poet.
My brother reads a lot.

You pick your own furnishings?

So what's he done? Danny?

Who says he's done anything?

We just want to talk to him
about the death of Muzaffer Yurgi.

So that's it? Some scrounger gets
croaked, you need a quick result, so fit
up Danny?

- We haven't said Mr Yurgi was murdered.
- You want to stitch him up, go ahead.

- You'll end up looking so stupid.
- oh? And why's that?

Thanks for your oo-operation, Mr
McLeese.

As I was just saying, not a problem.

Big Hearts fan, your brother?

Lives and breathes the Jambos.

Well, we've all got our cross to bear.

,I.,Maybe he's telling the truth.,, /I.

- He hasn't seen Danny for weeks.
- oh?

There was an unused match tioket
in the bedrcom.

For the last Hearts-Hibs game.

An unused ticket. How odd's that for
someone who lives and breathes the
Jambos?

- Very. As well as being a shame.
- What do you mean,a shame?

For a Hearts fan to miss a big win over
Hibs.

- Are you some sort of pervert, Siobhan?
- Well, it was a big win, wasn't it?

- That has very painful memories for me.
- Sorry.

Come back tomorrow with half a dozen
officers and go door-to-door.

Anyone seen Danny McLeese?

- That'll be the second thing on our
list. - What?

oh, right.

We can do without the ouffs, Jim.

- Is there a back door out of here?
- No.

You can never be too careful.

Has she gone?

Yes, she's gone.

Her husband's fingerprints turned up on
this.

It was sent anonymously
to "The Chief of Police, Edinburgh".

Must be what they call the Chief
Constable where Mr Yurgi comes from.

There was a note with it. It says'

"Soon you will hear something explosive
on this place."

- Explosive?
- So it was processed and put on file.

When Yurgi spoke to the women
at the protest oamp'

he said he was going to get his family
out with the help of the law.

Some sort of blackmail,do you suppose?

"Let my family go or I'll blow up the
estate"?

Hmm?

The post mortem's this
afternoon,Siobhan.

Let's busy ourselves till then.

My boss showed me this when it came in.
Asked for comment.

- Doesn't make any sense to me.
- Are they friends of yours?

Yeah. Some people from the Tenants
action Group. I keep regular contact.

- We should talk to them.
- What about?

- Danny McLeese.
- They haven't seen him.

- Did you ask?
- No,but they would have said,eh?

Let's ask them, shall we?

Sally Williams'

Sabri Demir'

Chief Inspector Rebus
and Sergeant Clarke.

Mr Demir.
Trudy Laing mentioned your name.

I also hear that most of your problems
here are caused by the McLeese brothers.

You heard right. I run a drop-in cafe.
I've been fire-bombed three times.

Afterwards Si McLeese always shows up
and tells me I should get security.
Protection.

- And do you pay?
- No.

- Mr Demir?
- They call me names, is all.

Sabri's too big for them to do much
more. Isn't that right, Sabri?

- Has anybody seen Danny McLeese?
- No.

No? Well,

the dead man is Mr Yurgi, a Kurd
on the run from the immigration people.

- Did you know him?
- I know Mrs Yurgi and her children.

- From back home?
- Whitemire.

Whitemire? You go there, do you?

Trudy Laing got Sabri to join the group
who monitor Whitemire.

- Mrs Yurgi, how is she? - She
identified her husband this morning.

As you can imagine, she's very upset.

Please, excuse me.

I expect...

You know, fellow countrymen and all
that.

Muzaffer Yurgi was hit just once.

Once?

The blow killed him.

Cerebral aneurysm.

The kind of thing that does for boxers.

- Don't think you've got it... and then
pop! - Where does the sword come in?

It hardly broke the skin.
And it was used after he was dead.

- What's that about?
- To cover something up?

To confuse us?

Well? What's the verdict?

- Probably murder.
- Bollocks!

Mr Demir lives on Knoxland.

He's Kurdish. occupation handyman.

We think he knew Mr Yurgi.

Then lift him.

Not yet.

- Where are you going?
- To see Trudy Laing.

Mr Demir.

Thanks for coming.

A visitor brings ten blessings,

eats one and leaves nine.

- A Kurdish saying, I think.
- I don't know many sayings.

Well, for a policeman,
a visitor doesn't leave blessings.

He leaves traces of his visit.

Take the shop that Muzaffer Yurgi
was hiding in, for example.

I think you visited him.

And I know that you will have left
traces.

Fingerprints
on the look on the door, for example.

Now I have no desire to see you punished

for something that I would have done
in the ciroumstances.

Muzaffer came to me for help. So... I
helped.

Muzaffer was murdered.

Do you have any idea who could have done
such a terrible thing?

McLeese,the young one.
He once threatened Muzaffer.

- Maybe it was he who hit him.
- Hit him? Who told you he'd been hit?

I mean kill. My English.

We know there was a sword in the
cupbcard. Do you know about that?

No.

What about his plans to free his family?
Did he ever speak about that?

I know of no plan.

You are right.
It is a terrible thing to take a life.

The greatest sin against God.

In my homeland,I always say our struggle
for freedom should be without killing.

Even when I am put in jail and tortured,

I still say no killing.

No killing.

May I go now?

oh,there is another Kurdish saying

that it is more difficult to contend
with yourself than with the world.

That's true, Mr Rebus.

It was good of you to see him.

Sabri's a good friend.

Well, I thought, you know,

informal chat, away from the oop shop.

- A trusted friend nearby.
- Yeah.

I guess he's come through quite a lot
just to be here.

Yeah, you guessed right.

That said, there aren't many that would
go to this amount of trouble for him.

Well, as I was saying
to someone else recently,

my own people
came to this country as strangers

and some of them
had to go through quite a lot.

Then your family can be proud of you,
John.

Stand back there.

- Hello?
- Hi, it's Trudy.

- Did something happen today with Sabri?
- Why do you ask?

He just seemed troubled.
And now he's not answering his phone.

Maybe he's gone out.

John, he doesn't go out.

He's got the action Group and the
Singles Club, but neither are on
tonight.

- John? John, are you there?
- Yeah, yeah. Yeah.

- Mr Demir?

Mr Demir?

Mr Demir?

Mr Demir?

Mr Demir?

Good morning, Siobhan.

When they told me where to pick you up,
I thought they were joking.

Do you believe in this stuff?

I try,

though I can understand why you
wouldn't, being young and no doubt
existentialist.

Watching people trying to be good,

it's an antidote to the job.

Makes me feel positively optimistic.

- Did he have any family?
- No, but he was desperate to start one.

He even went out and joined a singles
club. I used to wind him up about that.

Grab a granny night,was it?

Aye, stuff like that.

"No, Jan", he'd say...
He never could quite manage lan.

"There are some fine young ladies at the
Singles Club. You should see for
yourself."

- You're not married, then, no?
- Decree Nisi.

Decree absolutely Absolute here.

He was an impressive man, wasn't he?

We lost a son.

He was five years old.

Had this syndrome called Tay-Sachs.

Something like that either pulls you
together or blows you apart.

Decree Nisi.

When I told Sabri about my boy,
he started to cry.

I mean cry.

A grown man like that who had come
through what he came through

and he could cry over a kid
he never even knew.

Yeah, he was impressive.

Thanks for coming, Sally.

- Some questions about Sabri, eh?
- Of course.

I'm sorry I'm no help, but I haven't
seen much of Sabri recently.

- I don't know why he'd do that.

Sorry, excuse me.

Uh-huh?

What have you got?

The same paint that was used
at the murder scene.

You can even see where he kept
the paint pot. Sabri murdered Yurgi.

Forensics confirmed
it was a single blow to the head.

Maybe there was an argument. Sabri lost
it.

He's a big man. He lashed out.

He can't hide the body,
so he makes it look like a race crime

then incriminates McLeese with the
sword.

"It's harder to contend with oneself
than with the world."

oh... God.

He was trying to tell me
what he was about to do.

oh, come on. OK,we'll walk.

- It's this way.
- 'Sabri did it?'

And then killed himself.

The paint's being analyzed'
but there's no doubt.

Well, I asked for speed and I got it.
Thanks for that.

If this had dragged on
it could have turned very nasty.

oh,John?

We could now face accusations
of being "too efficient".

- Well, that's what happened.
- Yeah, I know, but...

Yurgi dies, we go after McLeese.

When we can't find him, hey, presto'
it's not a race crime after all.

- Immigrant kills immigrant.
- Then himself.

And that could be seen as convenient.
We have to find McLeese.

If he's with Merlinda, he has a perfect
alibi.

- How many times do I have to say it? -
You haven't seen Danny in weeks. Uh-huh.

But you could get in touch with him
if you want.

- It's in his interests. - Whoa! We
decide what's in our interests.

Not you.

Don't come the Don Corleone with me,
son.

You're a petty crook living in a high
rise.

You rob, you extort, you leech off the
old' the weak, the vulnerable. In
short...

- You're entitled to your view.
- oh, there's an alternative?

View? No. A reason?
Maybe, if you're interested.

Come on, then.

We were brought up in Banehall,
a mining village.

My old man worked in the pits until,10
years ago, they said they didn't need
him.

So he brought us here. But he also
brought this terrible hacking cough

and it killed him, so me and Danny swore
we would never be like him.

A loser.

Hey' we're not asking anybody to love us
for it.

What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?

- Thanks, Mr McLeese.
- For what?

Well, the McLeese boys left here10 years
ago.

The sword was stolen... six years ago.

Danny takes trips down memory lane.

He goes home now and then.

- What?
- Did I hear Duelling Banjos?

- Edinburgh, eh?
- Big city to the south of here.

- I know that.
- Joke, Constable.

- Now... it's about the McLeese
brothers. - Never heard of them.

- Well, why don't we ask? - Maisie? She
doesn't know what day it is.

They left Banehall 10 years ago.

- But Danny's come back? - Him and big
Jacky Hines. Thick as thieves.

Big Jacky Hines.

All right, doll?

- What do you want, Plod?
- It's me that's wanting, Mr Hines.

I want information on Danny McLeese.
Like when you last saw him.

- I don't talk to cops about my pals.
- OK.

- Let's talk about police assault
instead. - Aaargh!

- What police assault?
- The one you committed two seconds ago.

On my good self. On my private person.

- I never...
- Witnesses?

- I saw it. - He saw it too. It's
rendered him speechless.

Now if this continuous assaulting
does not stop soon, I'll be forced

to restrain you and give you a severe
doing.

- Can the "doll" go first?
- Dolls before guys. Only good manners.

Aaah! All right!

I saw Danny about three weeks ago.

Aaah! Early morning.
He wanted a lift back to Edinburgh.

- How'd he get here if he didn't have a
lift? - In a car!

- He couldn't take it back. I'm watching
it. - So where is it?

- What is it?
- A girl, Mr Hines.

A dead girl.

Right.

Tell me about Danny's visit.

Eh...

He stayed for the day.

We did some drugs'
then I drove him back to Edinburgh.

- To Knoxland?
- Yeah. I tried to get him indoors.

He was off his face, carrying a sword.

- I tried to get him off the streets.
- Tell me about the sword.

Em...

Danny stole it years ago and he gave it
to me.

- But he wanted it back. Said he needed
it. - Did he tell you what for?

No. I could see he was
in some kind of trouble, like.

His face was a' scratched.

When I asked him about it, he just said
some bird had been two-timing him.

- Did he ever tell you her name?
- No.

When I pressed him, he just clammed up.

And no wonder, eh? Cos she's only out
there going ripe in my yard!

- Listen, are you sure you want to do
this? - It's the least I can do for
Merlinda.

- Do you want me to come in with you?
- Yeah, please.

Are you OK?

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah.

Do you ever get used to that?
Seeing people like that?

Some do, some don't.

- Not you?
- No.

I thought that would be your answer.
I'm glad I was right.

oh, God!

oh, for a more innocent time, John.

Whatever happened to the Edinburgh
of kind masters and faithful wee dogs?

That Edinburgh gave us
Burke and Hare as well.

Yeah, I guess it did.

She had a break-in?

What? oh, no. Well, attempted.
She disturbed the burglar.

- Busy girl.
- She worked so hard.

This place meant everything to her.

That stuff.

- I've seen it before. - She made
curtains for the community hall.

Come on! Come away, come away!

Come on! Good boy.

Just close the door behind you.

I need Forensics. I need it now.
Comb every inch of that place.

I found a blood spray on the curtain.

From the amount of blood in there,

they're sure that somebody must have
been killed in that hall.

Blood spray high on two walls.
And blood soaked into the flooring.

Do they know whose?

It matched skin found
underneath Merlinda's fingernails.

Danny?

Uh-huh.

And I think I know where he is.

- Anything yet?
- Eh, no, but think about this.

What if it was this
that Yurgi was talking about?

The play area.

Not the whole estate. You'll learn
something explosive... in the play area.

Yurgi had the sword wrapped in a curtain
taken from the community hall.

- Maybe he was there.
- Maybe he was involved in it.

Inspector?

Well, you'd better get down there, John.

So that's why the walls were oovered in
blood. He was butchered.

- Repeated heavy cuts with a straight
blade. - The sword.

They reckon McLeese has been dead
for about three weeks.

- Do we know how many groups use that
hall? - There's a full list. Only a
couple fit.

You found my brother's killer yet?

It's my number one priority.

I'll bet it is!

You don't care about us.

But them?

One of them gets killed,you can't wait
to pin it on the nearest white man.

Like my brother.

I will catch your brother's killer'
Mr McLeese.

No, you won't.

Too late.

Mrs Williams?
Can you help me with something?

Maybe.

Can you remember when the last meeting
of the Community action group was?

About a month ago. The 15th or 16th.

- Who was there?
- Myself and Sabri.

Merlinda... Well, as you know, she
couldn't be there.

That's all?

- No-one off the estate?
- No.

Apathy, you see. They seldom come.

So by the time you looked up...

...nothing out of the ordinary had taken
place?

No. Nothing.

Is something wrong?

Thanks, Mrs Williams.

,I. She was lying., /I.

- Why?
- She was scared.

- Of Si McLeese.
- They're all frightened of him.

She's paying protection.

- She said she wasn't.
- Don't believe it.

And Merlinda was paying,too.

Yeah.

Merlinda was seeing somebody else.

A young woman...

...trying to make it on her own.

Merlinda and Si? In here?

Danny finds out, kills Merlinda.

Si kills Danny.

No-one has secrets here for long.

Merlinda and Si McLeese?

I just can't see it.

I'm not saying it was love's young
dream.

I feel so responsible.

I set her up. I made her believe
that she could make a go...

oh, God. If only I'd gone that night,
this might never have happened.

- Do you normally go there? - Yeah. I
sent a grovelling apology to Sally.

- Why her?
- She's the minutes secretary.

Very punctilious.

Really? oh, well, I can imagine that.

So anyone that turns up at the meeting,
she'll have notes of it?

- Yeah.
- What about young McLeese?

Did he ever turn up?

Yeah. Sometimes he would come along
and make a nuisance of himself.

Then when he got bored doing that
he would just leave.

- And the minutes?
- Sally has them.

Anything to eat?

No, thank you.

That last meeting...

Three weeks ago.

It isn't in here.

It isn't? I must have...

I've got the notes somewhere at home'
but I haven't got round to writing them
up.

Uh-huh.

No way!

Was young Danny there at all that
evening?

I don't think so, no. With the constable
being there, he wouldn't... have gone.

No, of course not.

Thank you.

Thanks for the tea.

Hey, who did this to my car?

Here.

- Well?
- Homer.

- Hello?
- Good news and bad.

There were traces of someone having been
in that bed with Merlinda. Not Si
McLeese.

- Whoever it was has very distinctive
DNA. - What do you mean, distinctive?

He's a carrier of a disorder
called Tay-Sachs. Heard of it?

I wish I hadn't...

...but I have.

You get over here.

Cos Danny was innooent
and I'll be able to prove it.

So go ahead.

I'm gonna enjoy this.

The truth.

Don't think that I'm stupid.

Don't you ever think that.

I know what you did.

I just need to hear the truth.

Ah, shit! He's pissing himself!

I'm sorry!

Don't let go.

The truth!

That you killed my brother.

Bunny, you hold on tight there.

It's true.

He killed your Danny.

Don't!

He killed him with a claymore.

You did that? Jeez-o!

It's my wee brother!

You!

Simon! Stop!

He'll go to prison, for a long time.

You have my word on that.

But if you push him...

The notes from the tenants' meeting.

Those present - Sally Williams,
Sabri Demir and Constable Henderson.

What happened that night?

Sally left.

I stayed to help Sabri tidy up.

And Danny turned up.

Out of it.

He said things about Merlinda.

Terrible things.

Then I knew what he'd done.

He attacked me with that sword.

- We fought,but I got it off him.
- You've got it.

The sword. I don't know how.

And then I looked
into his stupid, sneering face.

Are you gonnae use it or what,
Henderson?

- Have you got the balls?
- And I snapped.

Aaah!

Sabri went for help.

For Yurgi.

'But McLeese was dead.'

I'd killed him.

Sabri and Yurgi cleaned up
as best they could.

'He kept the sword with my prints on
it.'

Said he'd expose me if I didn't
get his family out of Whitemire.

He thought
that a policeman could do anything.

There's no secrets in a place like that.

When Sabri found out about the
blackmail' he was furious.

They argued.

Sabri lashed out.

And Yurgi died.

Merlinda...

...dead.

Yurgi. And Sabri.

A young woman

and two good men... destroyed...

...and all because of that little...

A young woman
and three good men, I think.

I loved her, you know.

Merlinda.

I really loved her.

No, no, no, I've just heard.

I don't think there's anything we can do
at the moment, to be honest.

Em, yeah. Well, em...

I've got to go just now. Em, OK. Bye.

- I won't keep you.
- No,you're fine, really.

How can we help him?

He killed a man.

- He can't walk away from that.
- Course not.

He loved her.

Hard to find in a place like that.

- Look, I've got food in. Do you want
to?

No.

Em... Listen,thanks for coming.
Thanks. Thanks for telling me.

Let me just get that.
Maybe we could go out for a drink.

Sally, hi.

,I. # I don't wanna know about evil, /I.

,I. # I only want to know about love,
/I.

,I. # I don't wanna know about evil, /I.

,I. # I only want to know about love,
/I.

,I. # Yes,it's getting hard on me to
listen, /I.

,I. # Hard on me to use these eyes, /I.

,I. # All around the cold is glistening,
/I.

,I. # Making sure it outs me down to
size, /I.

,I. # I don't wanna know about evil, /I.

,I. # I only want to know about love,
/I.

,I. # I don't want to know anything
about evil, /I.

,I. # I only want to know about love. #,
/I.