You know what I liked?
The butterfly release.
They paid for butterflies, then they had a cash bar.
- It was beautiful. - It was bang out of order.
You've got no soul.
You've got too much.
Shite! That'll stain!
I'm sure you can spare a deposit.
It's not rent-a-jig.
I don't rent clothes.
A man from Leith with his own tuxedo?
You know, your whole problem, Jake, is you think that's a criticism.
What's that light mean?
- You've turned on the heated seat. - Heated seat?
Honeymoon Kickstarter and a cash bar!
80% of the world living in poverty
and folk like you are driving about toasting their arses.
That wasn't a wedding, Jake.
- I'm not getting involved in this. - It was a glorified Ponzi scheme.
Max, call an ambulance!
- Let's not do anything hasty. - Give me your phone!
What's wrong with yours?
I-I'm off grid, Vodafone and...
- You're a grown man! - Call an ambulance!
- Oh, fuck it, let's go. - Max, I've just run someone over!
OK, they're... they're fine, they're just winded.
Winded?
Drive, Jake! Jake!
No pulse, he's dead.
- Don't be stupid, man. - He's fucking dead! All right.
Shit.
Here's what's going to happen,
you're going to be charged with causing death by careless driving,
driving while uninsured,
and considering how many walks you went for at the wedding,
- I imagine you're a wee bit stoned. - You said I was insured.
You said you were sober.
Well, I didn't want to pay for a taxi.
Well, that's a cracking defence, but, because I let you drive my car
uninsured and impaired, I'm criminally liable, and open to civil
prosecution by your pal's family there, either way I'll be disbarred,
but, on the flip side, I'll have plenty of time to come and visit you
in prison and hear how you're being relentlessly interfered with.
Is that his?
- He's called Walter. - Jesus Christ!
That's here.
He lives on this street.
Jake, lose that and let's go.
Oh, for...!
- What are you doing? What are you doing? - We can't leave him here.
It's not right. We... we can just say we found him.
Jake, you're disturbing a crime scene, this is another year.
This right here, it's another year of your life.
OK, OK, OK.
Shit, so, what? I mean, should I move him back?
- Which one's his? - Seven.
Right, well, let's get him off the street, come on.
Right, right, right, here.
OK, that could be anything, come on.
No, I can't.
We'll just say we found him.
Answer!
Answer the door!
Max?
What are you playing at?
It's empty.
Let's get him inside.
OK.
There.
OK.
Two, three...
He played the trumpet.
We've killed a sentient being.
Barely.
Terminal cancer.
He was dying, slowly.
We just made it quick.
There's not a mark on him.
Yeah.
Internal, or his heart.
They won't look for either if they buy this.
Poor bastard just slipped away.
Come on.
Are we OK?
Yeah. We're OK.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Oh, sorry.
No, who goes to a wedding and argues with the bride?
It wasn't an argument.
An argument suggests she had a defence.
It was a cash bar, Max, we can afford a cash bar.
Yes.
- But they... - Not the Kickstarter,
I don't want to hear another word about the Kickstarter.
- Why did you leave? - I left because
whilst watching you tell the bride that she was
technically guilty of fraud,
I thought, "I don't want to go home with that man," and so I didn't.
Just... I wish we'd come home together, that's all.
You drove home in that state?
Jake... Jake drove.
So, what happened to your car?
Someone reversed into it at the wedding.
Yeah, it was probably the bride.
It's Jake.
Oh. Hi!
I haven't slept, how could I?
Yeah, it was a good laugh.
What? Max?!
We've got to tell someone he's there, we can't just let him rot.
OK, I can help you with that, I'll be at the shop in half an hour.
You're seeing your brother twice in two days, that must be a record.
He's got a legal thing.
Sheriff Court.
Big time.
How did you sleep?
Very well, my pillows are Hungarian goose down,
they essentially cradle the neck.
Could we talk about the fact that we killed a man?
Why would we want to do that?
- Well, don't you feel it, Max? - What?
The guilt?
Jake, he was dying, pancreatic cancer,
that's a carnival of pain, if he was here now he'd probably thank us.
Well, I think he'd want to at least
touch on the fact that we killed him.
Look, we gave him a dignified exit.
Now, someone finds him,
he's spruced up and there's not a dry eye in the church.
Hm?
Yeah.
Pay your phone bill, we should stay connected, at least for now.
I left my wallet at the wedding.
- Fucking cash bar. - Look, just give me a few days and...
Oh, no, no, let's not go through that charade.
Where are you going, Max?
What are we going to do? Nothing. We move on.
"Walter passed peacefully."
If only they knew.
Would that be good, Jake? Would that be good if they knew?
- Just saying. You're losing it. - Oh, I wonder why.
Going a week without sleep? Or reading 100 obituaries?
Because, believe me, Max, that's quite a fucking combo.
Jake, they couldn't have buried him this quickly
if there'd been a postmortem,
which means they concluded natural causes, which means it's over.
"All those who knew Walter are invited to celebrate his life."
See? Oh, it sounds fun.
I'm going to work. Get some sleep. Christ.
- Leith Beats. - Jake?
- Speaking. - You're a friend of Walter'?
Walter?
- I'm his solicitor. - OK.
I'm at Walter's house doing the inventory after the, well,
you know, the sad news.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I heard something.
And I appear to have your wallet.
Right, I think, yeah, I must have left it there when I was...
- Flogging him records, I imagine. - Flogging him records.
Taken me half the bloody morning to catalogue them.
Aye.
Can you wait until tomorrow for the wallet.
No problem.
I'll just leave it here, shall I?
You can get it at the wake. Very good.
Yeah, yeah, maybe we could do that, or...
...or can I just come by and pick it up? Hello? Hello?
Fuck!
I'm sorry, Max.
- I don't accept your apology. - Ready?
Let's just leave it. Just...
...get him to post it or something.
No, Jake, because that could arouse suspicion.
And while you've probably aroused some suspicion
through your signature fuckwittery,
I'd like you not to arouse any more, so, that puts me
in the horrendous position of having to give you some responsibility.
I can't go back in there, Max.
You go in, you get the wallet, you leave. There are no other steps.
I cannot stress enough, Jake, the lack of other steps.
- Hey. - Hi.
Nice to see someone here with a pulse.
Right, yeah, well, got one of those.
- Can you give me a hand? - Yeah.
Thanks.
I'm Angie.
- Jake. - You were a friend?
- I own a record shop and... - I was just looking at his records,
solid collection, huh? And vertically stacked, which is...
Crucial.
- Oh, cheers. - Oh, no, can you...
- Thanks. - Sorry, sorry.
Actually, I just need to get my, er...
Christ's sake!
- Was this a step, Jake? - It just happened.
Hey.
This is Angie.
I'm Walter's niece, or was, I guess.
Oh, right, I didn't realise.
- Nice to meet you. - This is my brother, Max.
- Do you work at the record store? - Christ, no. What a concept.
How did you know Walter?
- I met him through... - Through the trumpet.
I was going to say I met him through you.
He blew a little horn.
- Sounds fun. - It was... fine.
More fun than I bet he had with these guys.
- Is this his family? - No, I'm it for family.
This is friends and neighbours, I think.
- They're kind of a tough crowd. - Yeah.
Well, I hope you enjoy your visit.
Well, funeral today, attorney tomorrow,
a few days to pack this place up then fly home.
- Not exactly a vacation. - Yeah.
Who is his solicitor?
- Can't remember, something Scottish. - OK.
When did you last see him?
It had been a while.
- Too long, really. - Hm.
I hope it was peaceful at the end.
- And quick. - You're fine.
I guess the attorney will fill me in tomorrow.
OK, well, it was nice to meet you.
- Stay here. - What?
She's it, the one thing that can trip us up.
Then why would I stay?
Because Walter's body has made it past the police, a doctor,
a funeral director into the hallowed earth of Edinburgh.
That's not helping.
And the only people that can, at any point, request that he be dug up
for a second look are family, which is her.
Just stay, make pals,
and leave as the only person in Edinburgh she would ask for advice.
No, I...
Just a wee bit of baby-sitting, and then we're done.
Why me?
Because you're available.
And you're not entirely incapable of charm.
I feel like I'm going to cry.
It could help.
Bye, thank you for coming.
Drink? Yeah. Why not?
- Where are you from? - Chicago.
Ah, love it.
- Have you been? - Well, I feel like I have.
You know, Nat King Cole. Dinah Washington.
Sam Cooke. Early Kanye.
What was he like?
I didn't really know him, he came over to visit when I was younger.
Ah, he was just your classic nice old dude.
He left them to me. The records.
What a result! In a silver lining-type situation.
- Was he... - Oh, Walter!
Well done, mate.
The interesting thing about this is that it's Mike Garson on keys.
Wow.
You guys use "interesting" in a totally different way.
It's interesting because he went straight from this to
Aladdin Sane, which is, of course,
Bowie's best album for four, arguably five reasons.
It's top three, maybe.
Oh, no, no, sorry, this is not a debate.
This is me trying to deepen your understanding of the music.
I'm happy to tell you his best if that's helpful?
I'd have to warn you, that would be high-risk.
I'll take the chance.
If you say Ziggy Stardust, you're going through the window,
which is not misogynistic - I'd throw anyone through the window
that said Ziggy Stardust, even a child.
Station To Station.
I'll take it.
- I don't agree, but, I'll take it. - Oh.
♪ I looked all over ♪
♪ Put my head on somebody's shoulder ♪
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
You're a bad dancer?
No, no, I'm just, you know, Scottish.
No!
♪ Put my head on somebody's shoulder ♪
♪ And there ain't no-one else ♪
♪ Can't you see it in my eyes? ♪
♪ Can't you feel it in my voice? ♪
♪ Can't you feel it ♪
♪ In my skin? ♪
♪ When you're... ♪
Morning.
Hey.
I thought you might want some breakfast.
Oh, yeah, thanks. What time is it?
Late. You needed it, huh?
Yeah, I haven't been sleeping very well.
I-I hope this is OK, I found a kind of extreme store called Lidl.
It's lovely, thanks.
So, that was... I mean, that's not my usual approach, you know?
Oh, OK.
I mean, I've got no problem with where we got to,
that was great, I'd maybe have just, you know, taken a little longer
to get there, or, at least pretended I wanted to take a little longer.
You made yesterday a lot more fun than I thought it would be.
Likewise.
So, I need to go and see an attorney, which is
a dream date for a hangover, but maybe we could catch up later?
No, I'm... I've got to work.
But you could... you could come over, like, when you're done,
check out my empire.
I'd like that.
Well, see yourself out.
Your clothes are kind of spread around.
Oh, yeah, right.
That's a somewhat unconventional approach to baby-sitting.
I just... I don't know.
I was a bit pissed, and I'd hardly eaten all day.
Well, I had a few canapes, but you can hardly call that a proper meal.
Not exactly overcome with grief, is she?
I suppose there's no rules with that stuff.
Clearly not.
Where is she now?
At the solicitor's. I'm seeing her later.
All right, fine. Keep me posted.
Stay in the zone.
You know it's coming, you know it's coming.
Are we in the zone back there?
- Are we? - No!
No! I'm not in the fucking zone.
Because I was meant to be in body pump, but I thought, "That's fine",
"because someone will explain it to me at the beginning,"
but, instead, all you have talked about is being in the fucking zone!
Here.
Oh, well, thanks.
Sorry.
Don't be daft, that's the best thing I've ever seen in here,
and I've seen a lot of fat men fall off bikes.
Thanks.
So, then, big Jim Malone has a wee think,
leans over to Eliot Ness and says,
"He sends one of yours"
"to a hospital, you send one of his to the morgue,"
"that's the Chicago way."
Christ, that line, I'm buzzing just saying it, absolutely buzzing.
Sean Connery? The Untouchables?
Chicago.
So, what do you need?
If you... you sign there, I'll make the application for confirmation.
I'll take a wee copy of this and we're done,
and the records are all yours.
Used to deliver our milk, Connery.
Sent my mum a wee bit doolally by all accounts,
especially when he wore the shorts.
A neighbour said that Walter died in the house.
That's right.
One of them called the police.
Found him in front of the telly.
Cancer, huh, what a bitch.
Ah, well. At least it was natural causes.
You know, they didn't have to cut him open.
No autopsy?
Postmortem we call it, and, no.
Not with a terminal condition.
That's his bits and bobs from the funeral director,
came in a wee bit bruised apparently.
Often happens though, eh, when they're that frail.
And who'd be old?
Where were the bruises?
On his legs, you don't think that's weird?
I wouldn't worry about it, you know, sleeping dogs and all that?
That's the solid gold classic section.
So it says.
You find me a record in there that's not a solid gold classic
and I'll close this place down today.
What are these little...?
Oh, I do my own liner notes sometimes,
- just stuff about the band and so on. - OK.
That's relatively cute.
Stones section feels pretty light.
- Nothing after '81. - Militant.
Well, you've got to be.
- Why would the bruising on... - So, favourite Stones album then?
Let It Bleed.
That's not as apocalyptic an answer as I thought it was going to be.
Love In Vain, You've Got The Silver.
See, the interesting thing about You've Got The Silver is,
- everyone thinks it's about... - Money.
- When it's actually about... - Heroin.
Why would the bruising only be on his legs?
I'll tell you what, let's get Max involved, he's great lawyer,
and, more importantly, a great guy.
You're sacked.
I knew this day would come.
Obviously it's your performance. And the drinking.
And, frankly, the odours.
I used to run marathons.
I remember.
And now look at me.
Yeah, it's quite a collapse.
My wife's taken the kids to her mum's.
Well, maybe a bit of space.
She caught me drinking Midori in the soft play centre.
Right.
I mean, no' in front of the kids.
I was in the disabled toilet.
Feels like a moot point.
Safe journey home.
Max speaking.
You were right, natural causes, no postmortem.
Well, I hope that's settled any concerns
that your friend may have had.
Right, and, no, because the solicitor has told her
that Walter's legs didn't look too clever, which, apparently,
everyone's putting down to a fall, thankfully.
Stop talking.
But now she's going a wee bit Colombo on me.
Stop!
OK.
- Nice place. - It is.
So, Jake filled me in, I really don't think you should
- worry about any of this Walter stuff. - No?
Sad as it is, I remember him having falls.
Hm, it was all just part of his life.
I don't know if it was the medication.
It was quite endearing in a way.
It's probably one of the reasons why we loved him.
Liked.
I guess at that age, they get a little sloppy.
Sadly so.
Who was around him towards the end?
Oh...
Well, I think he was pretty much a solitary soul.
Old school loner sort of thing.
- He must have had someone? - Tell you what, if you're worried
about these bruises, why don't I speak to whoever found him,
the responding officers, and see if it looked kosher?
No, I don't want some big thing.
Oh, off the books, I play golf with one of them.
I'll make the call tonight,
report back to you in the morning, sound good?
I guess there's no harm in checking it out.
How could there be?
You were a bit elusive yesterday?
I was in court.
Your secretary said you were dealing with some personal business.
Sounds exciting.
Right, yeah, I saw Jake as well.
Really? So what's going on between you two?
40 years of winding each other up and suddenly you're best pals?
He was upset after a funeral.
I thought it was a legal thing?
It was, and then it was this.
He's got some things going on, he asked for my help, what's so hard?
- He asked you? - I'm his brother!
Well, on paper.
Max?
I'm helping him out, it's good to help people out.
Yeah, I'm just trying to think of a time when you've helped anyone out.
Of course I have, it's like...
What is it? A good turn deserves another good turn, etc.
- Yeah, that's not a saying. - I'm paraphrasing.
No, you're lying!
And you're not as good a liar as you think you are, Max.
- I've got to go! - Personal business?
Work!
So, I spoke to the police who found Walter,
they said he just slipped away in front of the telly.
Apparently he looked peaceful, happy,
and, their words not mine, ready to go.
- Aww. - Nothing weird?
No.
Well, I guess that's good news.
Thanks, Max, we appreciate it.
Oh, did you get that solicitor's name?
- Is it... McKinnon? - Henry McKinnon?
- That's it. - Fantastic.
- He's kind of flaky. - He's ideal.
Well, you two enjoy this little spread.
What's all this "we" bollocks?
I'm just getting into character.
Hi. I'm looking for Max.
Sure, come in.
He's my husband.
Isn't that Claire?
For Christ's sake! OK, OK, OK.
This is a surprise!
Find My Wheels.
It's a cracking little app, great for supermarket car parks
and when your husband is full of shit.
This is Angie, Jake's girlfriend.
- Girlfriend? - In for a penny.
I'm sorry? What the fuck is going on, Max?
It was Angie's uncle who died.
The funeral?
Oh, right.
He was a customer of Jake's.
A friend first, customer second.
I've just been helping Angie with a few things, you know,
pro bono, until... till she flies home.
He's been awesome, they both have.
Right.
I'm sorry.
Max should have told me.
Why don't we all get dinner later?
I'm flying home tomorrow,
and there's got to be more to Edinburgh than this place.
Well, well why not?
It's a shame you can't stay for the Festival.
- Yeah, I read about that. - You'll have to come back.
Oh, I wouldn't bother, it's all drama students and jugglers.
Can we order another...?
Thanks for taking me out, that place was kind of closing in on me.
It's nice to be out.
- And it's on me. - Us.
- So put away the Groupons, Jake. - Dick.
Can't you stay for longer?
I'm sure I can remember a few fun places to take you.
Oh, I don't know, I should really get back.
Oh, come on. Jake, tell her to stay.
You'll not do better than this.
I've seen the back catalogue, mate, and frankly,
this is a bit of a miracle.
Well, I can't immediately think why not...
Jake, shall we order at the bar?
I was on the spot.
The correct answer is no, Jake, or, "No, thanks," or,
"Piss off back to America, you lunatic."
It's just... I know it would be easier if she left in terms
of the situation, but she's pretty manageable really.
I know you're going to say this is mental,
but I've been thinking about soul butterflies.
At the wedding, the humanist said that a butterfly
has one soul butterfly in the world, and they might never meet,
and maybe there's a world in which Walter's death wasn't in vain.
- Maybe, I don't know... - A bottle of the Merlot.
Please.
Oh, my dear God, you actually think this is a viable relationship?
Right, me first.
Failure to stop and report an accident, six months.
Perverting the course of justice with a fatality, five years.
Allowing you to drive while under the influence, a year maybe.
So, six or seven years, on top of the whole disbarment thing,
you get all that, plus five years for death by careless driving.
There you go, kid, 11 years on a good day.
11 years, Jake,
11 years in Saughton, have you ever driven past Saughton at night?
- You can hear screams, Jake. - OK, I get it.
Screams.
Oh, God.
It's so nice to be drunk with other people.
Happy to help.
Please stay? You're definitely the best that Jake's ever rustled up.
- Jeez, how bad were the others? - Bad.
Really bad.
The last one played the ukulele, that was a long Christmas.
Well, you're safe, I don't play anything.
Not like Max.
You mean Jake.
He's the musician.
Max is tone deaf.
- You're doing well. - Am I?
Last push, Jake, get her on that plane tomorrow
and we're home and hosed.
I'm not sure about that.
All right, boys?
We're friends of Walter's.
Aye, right, aye, I heard.
We found this in his garden
and we think your camera might have picked up whoever did it.
Oh, I'm sorry, I cannae help.
He loved his garden, and he loved this gnome...
...and, for somebody to do this, it's, well...
It's a right boot in the balls.
It'll just take a minute.
It's a dummy camera.
Aye, it's funny how a wee flash of red light in the darkness is
enough to put the fear of God into people.
Sorry I can't be any more help, boys.
- Don't worry. - You've been top drawer.
Could you deal with this?
Walter's house has seen enough death.
- When's her flight? - Tonight.
Right, well, enjoy your last day together.
Don't cry or, you know, shite yourself and confess all.
Then it's back to the Tesco value meals for one.
Sounds nice.
You know they give you plastic cutlery.
I didn't.
What are they saying?
You take these things too personally.
- How can I not? - Hey, Max.
- Hey. - Last night was fun.
Aye, to a degree.
Well, safe flight, and get yourself an exit row,
- say you've got ligament damage. - Can I show you guys something?
- Sorry... - It'll just take a minute.
I've got a Saturday morning tea-time at Gleneagles,
and I know that doesn't mean much to you, but...
It'll just take a minute.
They were in the bag from the undertaker, that's how they got 'em.
- Very smart. - Debonair.
Not so much.
And the shoes are dirty too.
Why would he be wearing them inside?
- Why not? - I don't know, this, the bruising.
It doesn't really fit with the whole "slipped away" thing.
Angie, your uncle died of cancer, it's sad, very sad,
but you have to let him go.
Gone but not forgotten.
Something just feels a little weird.
What do you guys know about the neighbours?
OK, look, I use an investigator, great guy, sharp as a tack,
why don't I have him give the house a once-over before you go?
Sure, why not?
- Great, I'll go and get him now. - No rush.
I've pushed my flight back a few days, I don't know,
kind of feels like I'm not quite done here.
Jake, why don't you come with me?
You're supposed to be nipping these things in the bud.
I'm just as surprised as you are, Max.
But I don't think you're as disappointed as I am, are you, Jake?
Which I find highly troubling.
It's difficult, I'm walking a right old emotional tightrope here.
Jake, do you realise what's on the line? I could lose everything.
My career, my house, Claire.
Just sharpen up a bit.
Tell you what, Max, you tell me to sharpen up again and see what happens.
There he is!
I can't take on a case, lads.
My head's mince with the bevvy.
Really? You look great.
My wife won't answer my calls, I haven't seen the kids in weeks.
My Freeview box is frozen on More 4.
Right.
Ever tried to wank to Grand Designs?
- No. - Don't.
- Come on, Kenny. - No.
You were right, Max.
All those awful things you said about me, I deserved every one.
Hey, that was just tough love.
Now, I broke you down,
and then you left before I could build you up again.
It felt like you'd finished.
Kenny, you're a good investigator stuck in a rut, various ruts,
but this is the case that can get you out of them.
Maybe taking on a new case will show your wife that you're, you know...
...like, back on your feet.
- Do you think so? - Yeah.
Definitely.
- Oh, I suppose I could... - There you go!
Just give me a couple of days to sort my...
Wash your face and don't be sick in my car.
He's worked for me for years.
They don't come better.
Has he been drinking?
- No, no, that's just his style. - Shabby chic.
- Where did they find him? - On the chair.
Right, well, that's me.
I best have a wee peek at the medical files and...
I'll send you a report.
Okey dokey.
I'll be in touch. Have a good evening.
Thanks for inviting me.
Oh, I'd wait until you meet the instructor before thanking me.
I'm glad you're hanging around for a bit.
So, am I.
- And Jake must be bloody delighted. - Sweet.
You know he writes his own liner notes for the records at his store?
- That's kind of heartbreaking. - I know.
I think it's fair to say that Jake got the family share of soul.
They seem very different.
They never normally spend this much time together, I'm not sure
what they're up to, or how they haven't killed each other yet.
- Hey. - Oh, hi.
- That's Tina. - Angie.
She's visiting for a few days.
Has she warned you about...?
Who's ready to hurt?
Who is ready for pain?
Who is ready to enter the zone?
So, how was your big gym date?
- Don't take the piss. - I'm not.
- It was fun. - Good.
- I like her. - Really?
- A bit odd, isn't she? - No.
Other than the fact that she's into Jake.
Yeah, it's just a holiday thing.
I don't think so, she's giving him her uncle's records.
- You know, you really should try it. - Yeah, I am!
Sorry.
Thanks.
Seeing a lot of your brother, huh?
- Always. - Yeah?
Oh, two peas in a pod.
Hello, sleepyhead.
Can I have a wee word?
- What are you playing at? - Sorry?
Angie told Claire she's giving you Walter's records,
that must be worth a few quid?
- Is she? - That's a connection, Jake, to him.
Max, that's the first I've heard of this.
Listen, I think you'v run your course with her,
- time to return to base. - Why?
Because one wrong word from you and we go to prison.
And right now, I'm not sure whose side you're on.
What's that supposed to mean?
It means I've got enough to think about without you going rogue.
You've got enough to think about? Max, I'm
sleeping in the bed of the man that we killed.
Technically it's the man that you killed.
You're right, I should have thought about you getting to go home
to your big gaff every night, I bet that's hard.
Oh, don't give me that shite, before this you were single
and living above a chippy, now you've got a girlfriend,
a house share and a wee earner on the way. You're on the fucking up.
That's what's really annoying you, Max, isn't it,
any suggestion that I might be on the way up?
- All I've ever done is help you. - Really?
I bought you a bloody shop!
Yeah, you did, and now I get to sit there day after day, lonely
and bored and surrounded by the records that I never got to make.
Oh, that's my fault, is it?
Careful, Max.
Fuck.
God, there needs to be an age limit on changing room nudity.
Oh, I don't know, it's interesting.
Like a journey through the history of female maintenance.
That is not a journey I need to take, not before breakfast.
- We could get breakfast? - What?
Have you got somewhere to be?
Er, no, I don't.
- God, that's depressing, isn't it? - Follow me.
OK.
Mostly does commercial law, nothing very interesting.
What about you? Have you got a bloke?
I like women.
Oh. Oh, cool.
It's cool?
Well, obviously I have deeply held moral objections.
Quite right.
And, frankly, quite a lot of questions
on the whole mechanics of it.
Oh, you people always do.
But I think, on balance, I can find a way to be your friend.
Then why don't you give me your number?
Giving me your number won't turn you into a lesbian, Claire.
- No? - No.
There are a few other steps.
Claire said that you're a musician?
Used to be, was in a band.
Really? What happened?
Just kind of fizzled out.
What's that?
Edinburgh in the '80s, which was basically just folk
cutting about town in inflammable clothing.
Hey. I think it's time to cut the shit.
What do you mean?
Max didn't know Walter, and he doesn't play the trumpet.
I don't know what Max is doing,
and I'm not sure that you know what Max is doing,
but he's up to something.
Well?
You're sort of right, Max doesn't play the trumpet.
He represented Walter in some legal business in the past,
so, you know, confidentiality and all that?
He just wants to help.
I mean, I know he's a fairly colossal prick,
he always has been, but, honestly?
He just wants to help.
He is my brother.
I guess you know him better than me.
Unfortunately so.
And there's only the two of us left.
It's like you and Walter.
- You're all he had, right, by the end? - Yeah.
Who's that?
Waitrose, with your substitutions.
Epiphany! That's the word! Isn't it?
I mean, I couldn't spell it with a gun to my head, but that's the word.
I feel reborn.
I feel cleansed.
And I know it's only been one day, one night,
but it feels like the beginning of something.
You can't climb Everest without taking a first step,
do you know what I mean?
- No. - Totally.
And the first thing I wanted to do with this new-found clarity
was to come and apologise, and, well, to have another go,
- if you'll allow me? - Sure.
What's going on, Kenny?
It's over, Max.
Sorry?
The booze, it's all over, and it's all down to your wee brother,
I just can't get what you said out of my head, Jake,
solve this case and I get my family back.
Oh, I don't think that's quite what I said.
That's sweet.
I've never been more focused.
I'm going to nail this one for you, folks.
Kenny, you already checked the house, there's nothing here.
Let's try again with a clear head.
Just one last wee look, free of charge.
How can we say no to that?
We can't.
Fire away, Kenny.
Oh... ow! I always start on the door.
- Right. - Just trying to work out the layout.
Is the bedroom up here?
Yes, it's a bungalow.
- It's all on one floor, is it? - Yeah.
- Well done! - Fuck you!
Hey, this might be nothing, but,
- in fact, it's definitely nothing. - What?
It was just about w...
...what you can get from clothes.
Fragments, it looks like paint.
From where?
Ah, well...
...it's metallic.
- Could be car paint. - That feels dangerously subjective.
Can I have this tested? Should take around a week.
I can handle this if you need to go.
I'm not going anywhere.
OK, cool.
- Is it? - Sure.
Great.
Kenny.
Let me send the sample for testing, I get a better rate.
Come on, boss, you know I need to stay in control of the evidence.
I'm by the book from now on.
Well, look, there's no rush, OK?
Don't worry, Max, I'm on it.
I need this for all sorts of reasons,
and I'll give it everything I've got.
- Oh, this is life-changing stuff. - Yeah.
So, I guess I'm sticking around for a while.
Are you glad?
Yeah.
I am.
Well?
I saw.
Are we OK?
Yeah, we're OK.