The Field of Blood - First Season

Brian! Watch what you're doing with that stick!

Anyway, um, what was I saying? Oh, aye.

She's got some nerve, honestly.

She says, "I'm not having that! You cannae speak to me like that."

I says, "Like what?"

Brian?!

Oh, where did he go?

Did you see where he went?

Brian?!

Brian!

Boys, did you see my Brian?

No.

The wee boy with the blonde hair. He was playing there a minute ago.

No, sorry.

Brian!

Brian!

BRIAN!

BRIAN!

CLOCK TICKS

Shoes! Where's my black shoes?

Watch my folder!

I said watch, will you!

Don't know why you keep all that stuff.

You'll never a journalist.

I'm no' being horrible. Aye, you are.

Let's get downstairs, they'll be wondering where we are.

Are you all right, there?

It's Calum, isn't it? Danny's Calum?

You looking at Granny Jenny's crucifix?

You know what Jesus's last words to his favourite disciple were, don't you?

"I can see your house from here."

You should keep it.

I'm sure Granny Jenny would want you to have it.

Hey, Paddy. You seen my Calum? Time I got him back to his mum's.

Yeah, he's upstairs. I'd give him a minute. Right.

How's my wee cousin? I hear you're a journalist now.

Oh, not quite. A copy boy.

That's good enough for me. I run the messages for the real journalists...

but maybe one day. Aye, we've all got our dreams.

I need a drink.

Mum, how are you doing?

Thanks, Sean. Thanks.

Could you not have found something else to wear?

Hope you're not wearing that when the Pope comes to Bellahouston Park.

How could you? Honestly. As if I haven't got enough to cope with today.

It's the only dark jacket I've got.

Where's you sister, what's she wearing?

Never mind, she's just upset.

Thanks for sticking up for me. I've got to get to work.

MEEHAN!

Devlin's been shouting you. Go, go! What's happened? Haven't you heard?

They found the Wilcox boy. MEEHAN!

MEEHAN!

Where in the name of fuck have you been? Sorry. Just buried my Granny.

Yeah?

Well, I'll bury you in a minute.

Get me all we have on missing kids found by rivers, canals, mud flats. That type of thing.

Is he alive? Eh? Did they find him alive?

Wouldn't be much of a story if they had, would it?

And the Moors murderers, get me everything we've got on those fuckers.

I said pronto, Tonto!

Thanks.

Fourteen quid! From what they're paying you. Taxes.

Is that true? And a fifth.

Found him by the canal.

My man says they've got a witness and chances are, they'll pick him up tonight.

You call me when you can commit, all right?

You two make some calls.

Can I help you?

Is that where they found him, then? In the canal?

You don't need to know that, you're just the tart that makes coffee.

Make mine Irish, will you? That shouldn't be too hard for you.

And this Dempsie case is not relevant. They got the guy who did that. Bin it.

God, he looks like Brian Wilcox.

MEEHAN! Get your arse in here!

Just ignore them. They're a bunch of arseholes.

Flirt, that's what I do.

Give them a semi and they're putty in your hands.

That wouldn't work for me. I couldn't give them a semi-colon, let alone anything else.

That's not true, Paddy, you're cute. How's your diet going, anyway?

It's OK.

It's very scientific.

They worked out that eggs, grapefruit and black coffee

builds up this chemical reaction that will actually burns off fat at a rate of six pounds a week.

So how much you lost?

I'm actually getting fatter.

It's this place, them.

They make you want to eat.

I'm going to London as soon as I can.

What time do you finish work? Er, seven. Why?

I've been invited out in the call car. Want to come?

The call car? How did you manage to wangle that?

George McVie said I could tag along.

I'm going to write a piece on him in my poly paper.

But I need some moral support. He's a right letch.

Yeah, all right then. HEATHER!

We're meeting at the back of the press bar at eight. See you then.

Yeah.

Let me know when he's in custody,

and I'll make sure there's a large whisky waiting for you at the press bar.

Strangled and left at the canal. Happy?

No. You should be, he's just put 100,000 on our circulation.

It's not essential to lose your humanity, but it does help.

They know who did it? Picking up a ten-year-old boy, apparently.

Where's that canal? From Langhill to the canal? That's a bus or a train.

Are you naturally irritating, Meehan, or do you work at it, eh?

That's complicated for a ten-year-old. Do I look like I'm going to chat?

It's not a cocktail party, you get back in your hole.

Me and Heather Allen are going out in the call car tonight with McVie... is that OK?

Just for a few hours, like work experience.

Oh, aye? Well, I'd keep your hand on your chuff if I were you.

Square it with Father Richards first, I don't want you pissing off the unions.

OK, boss.

Come here.

Do me a favour. You let me know if he's drinking, all right?

McVie, that is. Yeah.

He said yes!

FAINT MUSIC

MUSIC AND CHATTER

Ah, here she is, straight from the Union of Catholic Mothers.

Me and Heather's going out in the call car, is that OK?

Why would the union bother about McVie trying to ride two birds at once?

THEY LAUGH

But I'm surprised at you... I thought you're saving yourself till your married.

What's it to you? If you do shag him,

make sure he gets off at Paisley Gilmore Street. Know what I mean?

You don't want any wee Meehans kicking about, do you? Leave her alone.

So I can go, then?

Please yourself. But if you were my daughter, I'd say no.

Who's the fat lass? The copy boy.

Hurry up, Paddy.

She's not coming.

What do you mean? She's not coming, I'm not a baby sitter.

Is both of us or nothing. And Devlin said for me to come.

Don't talk over the radio and stay in the car.

Right, want to see what this shitty town's all about?

Jump in the front with me. I'm all right in the back with Paddy, thanks.

Here's how it works. This radio is tuned to the police frequency.

So we'll know when the good people of Glasgow start killing each other, same time as the cops.

In some instances, we arrive at the scene before they do.

So with a bit of luck, a quarter of the newspaper will be filled with stories from this car.

RADIO STATIC

That's if some little bastard hasn't snapped the aerial in half...

'630 to Longeaton...' Right.

OK.

Sit back and enjoy the ride, ladies.

Anybody want chips and cheese?

What's your name, anyhow? Meickle?

Meehan. Paddy Meehan.

Are you winding me up? Paddy Meehan? As in the real Paddy Meehan?

I AM the real Paddy Meehan.

Who's the other Paddy Meehan?

Ha! And you want to be a journalist?

He was a spy. Spy, my arse.

He was a hood from the Gorbals that got what was coming to him.

He was framed for a murder by MI5, to discredit him.

That case was a miscarriage of justice if ever there was one.

And Ludovic Kennedy proved it. Ludovic Kennedy, is it?

Is it posh journalist you want to be?

If only life was so glamorous.

How do you know all this stuff, anyway? Just read about it...

cos we had the same name.

Well, I'd change my name if I was you.

Right, there's F-all coming out of this radio. We'll check the cop shop.

Ludovic fucking Kennedy.

Right, stay in the car.

He's a torn-face misery.

Bugger this.

What're you doing?

Hey, Donny, what's new?

Nothing much, George. Just a couple of suicides.

A schoolgirl found in the Clyde...

failed her mock O grades, apparently. Let's see...

a guy hanged himself in the East End.

Whereabouts in the East End? Carridale Street. Not long ago.

Hung himself from a lamppost. Is he still there?

Christ, what do you think we've been doing with him, playing pin the tail on the donkey?

I told you to stay in the car.

The girl who failed her exams sounds like a good story.

You could a do piece on the pressures of being a teenager in the '80s.

Could I? Really? Shut up!

Boy's name? Eddie McKinley.

He didn't live there, did it outside his girlfriend's house.

McVie? Girlfriend's name? Er, Penny Telfer.

McVie, he's here! Are you deaf as well as stupid?

He's here, isn't he? Who's here? The boy in the Brian Wilcox case.

There's no boy here. You're getting confused, hen.

I just saw a boy. Right there!

He bloody is, don't deny it.

Hey! I'm not answering that on the record.

Well, what's the charge?

Murder.

And the boy's name? I can't do that, George.

What's the family like? Give us something, Donny.

I've given you plenty. Come on, Donny!

He's from the Southside, OK?

That's it.

Good man, Donny, good man. Come on, you.

How old is he? What did he look like?

He's ten. But I only saw the back of his head.