Guilt

I know that land.

It's where I learnt the trade - wee jobs all around Leith.

I know what works down there and what doesn't.

I know we're the smallest firm you're going to talk to.

But with structural engineering, you can't put a price

on local knowledge.

We can scale up quickly and hopefully the investment

we've shown in our proposal shows how serious we are.

Like, I know it would be a punt, Davey.

I know, but Bill wouldn't let you down.

Your presentation is the best we've seen... until you get to cost.

Now, I wanted to hear you out, but these big companies,

the economies of scale, you're way out.

I'm sorry.

Let me have one more look at the numbers.

Maybe we could... I'm sorry.

She's got out again. You using the app?

Yeah, well, she's not far.

Ruby! Have to fix that fence.

So did you get it?

Uh, no, but there's something else.

What?

Salvation.

I thought you might want to say something tonight?

They supported me like you did.

You give me the roots to grow.

You're a cocaine addict, Adrian.

Not a fucking tree. Was!

It's bribery. It's leverage.

What did you tell the bank? That we live in late stage capitalism

and when society finally implodes

I don't want our Supersaver ISA to be the first victim.

It's everything we have, right?

If you can't trust a bent minister, who can you trust?

Oh, here she is.

Hello. Come here.

Good girl.

Working Men's Club By John Cooper Clarke

No more bets, please.

Fuck sakes!

Place your bets.

It's not falling for me tonight, pal.

Can you give me a minute? Sure.

Good evening, gentlemen.

If it wasn't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all.

New dealer. Good luck.

Where's your smoking area? There isn't one.

You can get out there, mate.

Here, here's my card to get back in.

That's £100,000!

Where does he live?

No, no!

One conversation where you ask him for help and he says no.

It's a start.

It makes me think about all the other conversations

you must be having. The ones that you aren't recording.

Well, it's not always appropriate.

You let me decide what's appropriate.

I told you it wouldn't work going to him like that.

Don't know how he thinks he's clean.

But I knew that if I sat up and waited, then he'd come at me

one day or something.

And he did.

Money laundering. Couldn't record that he just walked in.

In return for what?

Well, nothing. I presume that was against the rules.

Good. Now, what we need to know is...

Where did it come from and where did it go?

Yes.

Will that be enough for you?

The money. It would be dark if I stood here and told

you all the things that Roy Lynch has done and sometimes I was close

and sometimes I wasn't but, either way, I always heard about it.

Now, I don't hear anything.

And that makes me scared.

I'm scared that he's looking for an ending and I can't

let that happen.

Not with the years I've put in, not with the things he's done, so, no,

money laundering isn't enough.

Nowhere near.

But it is a thread and we shall pull it gently and see what emerges.

And you'll record everything and maybe you get to stay out

here where the nice people live. Roy took away my whole life.

My wife, my brother...

...my business. He took away who I was and left me with whatever

the fuck this life is.

I'll get you what you need.

And I'll get what I need.

I know it doesn't look like much, but it's a start, you know?

It's backwards, isn't it?

This. We should be just meeting each other, rustling up bullshit versions

of ourselves and then over time, let the skeletons tumble out,

but instead... We already know our stories.

Yeah. Pretty much.

Well, maybe that's a good thing.

No surprises.

Well, this morning I woke up and thought I should probably

at some point and maybe now tell you that I'm a cop.

Right. CID. OK. Is it a problem?

No. Really?

You look a little unwell.

It's just a bit of the old social conditioning, you know?

I don't talk about it at the meetings, I just...

Don't, don't talk about it in the meetings.

Jesus, they'll be climbing out the windows.

Why don't you have a think about that and how it might

affect our situation?

I think we should probably stop counting

how many rules were breaking.

Friend of mine gave me a book.

He told me it's got all the answers to the big stuff, you know?

It's called Papillon.

I remember this boy wanting to escape prison.

And I think what the book's trying to say is that the prison

was in his head.

So he could never escape it.

And I think that's what life must have been like for Joe.

What he'd seen.

And what he'd done.

That I'd built a wee prison in his head.

And he couldn't get away from it.

Well...

...he's got away from it now.

Whatever happened,

it wouldn't have happened if you'd have been here.

But you're here now.

So you'll take care of what needs to be taken care.

How are you getting on with that motor? Appallingly.

You need to let that clutch know who's in charge, Max, or

it will walk all over you. Any luck with the bag?

Erm, not yet. We need to know where the money...

I dunno. How about we just move on?

Roy has it over us -

what we did with the money - and when he chooses to use her,

which he definitely will,

I'd like to have something over him.

So I'm working out where Roy sent it,

YOU work out who he stole it from.

I don't know how easy that will be.

Hmm.

Data entry with a bit of policing on the side, that's

the job these days.

And if you get the code wrong, if one letter is out of place

and the file's rejected, and you start again. That's what happened.

File was rejected, I'm starting again, so I thought, why not check

everything's as it should be?

What would you like to know? OK, you've not heard from your husband?

No. And there's been no indication of where he is?

Yes.

Yes?

Adrian has had a troubled private life, which is what men who live

in houses like this get to call being a junkie.

I thought he'd sorted himself out, but he hadn't.

He took his passport, emptied our bank account and legged it.

Apparently, someone saw him at the airport, which would indicate

that he ran away.

That should all be in the report.

That's exactly what's in the report.

I don't want him back.

This is the latest in a long line of final straws.

Whatever he's doing, whoever he's with, that's his business now,

but it's hard to move on not knowing.

I do understand.

You need to prepare yourself with this kind of thing,

with that kind of man.

They get good at not being found.

Thanks for coming.

Right, yes.

Have you thought about what I said, what I offered?

I didn't have to think about it.

It's real, this.

And what it's leading to is proper.

Honest.

Someone came to my house.

Who?

A detective.

That shouldn't have happened.

And it won't happen again.

You never even ask.

About Mum, sitting in that wee room, day after day,

trying to make the best of it, trying to make sense of it,

you never even ask.

There's no end to it, ever,

the love I feel for you and your mother.

And it comes with such regret that I spend my days hiding from it.

Asking lets it in.

You never ask either, of course,

about Adrian.

About what happened to him after you left.

We all hide from pain in our own way.

You're too old for this, Dad.

The cleansing.

You don't have the time.

It was worth a shot.

I always wondered what it was like in here.

I'm only ever upstairs with the lunatics.

At least upstairs is busy.

I'm running in a few old codgers

who aren't even in debt any more.

Bet you don't miss your last insurance payment, do you?