Guilt

I'm afraid I've got a confession to make.

It won't be easy.

But it's something I need to do.

I drove past your house yesterday.

Well, I suppose your old house.

Yeah.

I'm in a wee flat in Pilton.

- Jesus! - Oh, it's only temporary.

You were saying?

I drove past your house and I saw your wife.

My angel.

Hold that thought, Kenny.

Hold that thought.

Because...

...well, there was a man there.

Leaving.

Fuck.

And there was a goodbye kiss,

which was both protracted and performed, frankly,

with significant gusto by both parties.

Oh, no!

No...

Listen, you need some time to yourself.

Why don't you give me the paint sample? I've got a few loose ends

to tie up today on the Walter front, I can take it to the lab myself.

They've already got it.

The sample, it's, er, it's at the lab.

I get up early these days.

Get up, say thanks for the day ahead,

you know, wired into a grapefruit.

Cheers, Kenny.

Cheers, Max.

Tell, me, Max, erm...

...when you say, "kiss"...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the fu...? There's voddie in there, Max.

No, it's lemonade, you asked for lemonade, didn't you?

I did. But this bears the unmistakable scent of cheap voddie.

- Well, I don't see how it could... - Regret, that's what that smells

like to me, Max. Terrible, terrible regret.

Oh, my God. I'm so sorry, Kenny.

Let me stick a fuckin' rocket up Jaffa's arse

and get you your lemonade!

Or red wine?

Sorry?

Huge health benefits, great for the ticker.

Just a lemonade please, Max.

- Lager tops? Sportsman's pint. - A lemonade.

Kenny, you deserve a proper drink.

I know what you're doing, Max.

I know why you told me about my wife.

I know why you wanted to meet me here.

And I know why there's voddie in that glass.

You're challenging me, Max.

Like a good friend should.

You want to know if New Kenny's real.

- Not particularly. - Well, yes, he is, Max. Yes, he is.

And New Kenny has many rivers to cross

and this new mystery man,

this driveway Casanova

he's just another river.

New Kenny's real, Max,

and New Kenny's strong...

...and New Kenny's going back to work.

That was such a good class, wasn't it?

Hey.

Oh, hey.

I was getting worried.

Top-three murdered solo artists.

Lennon, Tupac, Sam Cooke.

Wow, that was... weirdly quick.

You know that after Sam Cooke died, his wife married Bobby Womack

and his daughter married Womack's brother?

God, how do I know this shit?

I like it.

Well, that's lucky, cos I don't have much else in my locker.

No, you don't.

Well, other than the whole sort of boyish thing which,

without putting words in your mouth, is probably quite endearing.

Not seeing it.

Oh, it's very subtle.

I want you to have these, for your store.

I don't even know how I begin trying to ship 'em home.

No, I couldn't do that!

Come on, they must be worth something.

Oh, they are, but it's a collection.

It's like a family built with love. It needs to stay together.

And the longer they're here, the longer I can be here

to educate you about them.

Hi, Angie, I'm so sorry to bother you, but I was...

I understand if you were confused.

Oh, confused, right.

It was late at night and I presume, respectfully,

that your eyes are shot to pieces?

Well, they're no' great, son, they're no' great.

And I'm sorry to hear that.

Very kind.

So, I dunno what you think you saw,

but what you actually saw were two Samaritans helping an old man home.

Samaritans, right.

- Hm. - So there we go.

There we go.

Right, then.

20 grand.

- Sorry?! - You heard me.

I've just told you what happened.

- Now, I... - You killed him.

Right.

- You listen to me very... - With your car.

You and the other lad.

You killed him.

I'm going to give you five, which is ridiculous and certainly

isn't an admission of anything, but I'm going to give you five...

20.

Ten.

20.

- It's too much. - Pfft.

No' with that car you drive.

Nor with what you did.

I can't get my hands on that kind of money

without someone noticing it's gone.

Lie.

Oh, for fff...

- What have I missed? - Just some grapefruit stuff.

- I think that's the most recent. - Mm-hm.

Oh, it looks like a wee birthday party.

- Yeah. - Started without me?

Hi, Max.

Kenny, a quick reminder, any updates should go through me first

- and not the client. - I'm happy to get them directly.

- It's not a good idea. - Why not?

Things can get confusing.

Well, that's true.

I just wanted a photo of Walter for the legwork.

Ah, oh.

His last movements and so on.

Is there anything else I can do?

Er, it's worth taking a look at his financials, if you can find them.

- The root of all evil and whatnot. - I'll try.

Walter kept things kind of loose.

But the really interesting one's the paint fragments.

They should be back from the lab in a couple of days.

Oh, I'm not sure how interesting they'll be.

Well, if it's car paint then that's interesting, Max.

I mean, that's very interesting.

- We'd get model type, factory. - Cup of tea?

Maybe even the garage the car was bought from.

I think there's some...

So, wait, there might have been an accident?

Would that explain the bruising?

What paint fragments would explain is that at some point your uncle,

while wearing those trousers, came into some kind of contact

with a car,

which isn't exactly the revelation that Kenny here

- seems to be suggesting it is. - Could be nothing.

Could be everything.

This could drag on a bit.

So, we can e-mail you of our updates...

Hey, you know what? I'm going to be right here till Kenny's done.

I'll have a cup of tea, Jake. Nice cup of tea.

I thought you said you could handle her?

I thought you said you could handle Kenny.

- Oh, I'm dealing with it. - Because if those paint samples

come back then they'll see it's your car.

Just to make things easy,

just assume that everything you think, I've already thought.

Right, it's just that to the untrained eye

it appears you've done fuck-all.

- You have no idea what I've done. - What does that mean?

It means I'm keeping things very simple for you.

I'll take care of everything else, all you have to do is keep her

in check until we get her out the country, OK?

- Jake? - Yeah, OK.

Cock.

Well, you might notice some money coming out the joint account.

What for?

Jake's shop's in trouble. I'm just going to...

...clear his debts and help him get back on an even keel sort of thing.

The shop's always been in trouble.

You find it funny.

- I don't find it funny. - Yeah, you do.

Yeah, maybe a bit. But he seems different now.

- He's making an effort. - Because of Angie?

Exactly.

Yeah, I think there are a few changes he could do

to turn things round, you know?

Or, you know, at least fail slower.

How much?

Um...

...I think it's about 20 grand.

What?!

Yeah, I know it seems like a lot.

It doesn't sound like a lot, Max.

It sounds insane.

- Well... - No.

- It doesn't have to be twen... - No,

you have done more than enough for him.

I mean, you bought him that place.

If he's that bad at running it, he should just jack it in.

OK.

I thought you had someone looking after his books.