Guilt

I'm not one for sentiment. It's not in my genes,

but I suppose the occasion deserves it.

It's a year since Adrian went into that place, which means

that it's a year and two weeks since Adrian said

he was going to Waitrose, and then got home a fortnight later,

having lost 2st and gained a tattoo.

People underestimate the dietary value of cocaine.

What's the tattoo?

Geronimo.

It looks like Jimmy Krankie.

Where did you lose the two weeks?

Oh, it's not really about the immediate surroundings

for that stuff. No! It's about the glamour of it

which, in Adrian's case, meant a fortnight off his tits

in a Travelodge.

Oh! It was a Premier Inn.

I can't help feeling this speech has gone off the rails just a bit.

If I was one for sentiment, then I'd not thank Adrian -

that's a bit much - but I would acknowledge that,

one way or another, you've managed to pull yourself up

to somewhere near normality.

I'm glad you got there

and I hope you stay there.

She means stay boring.

Yeah, I do.

So, here's to boring.

To boring.

Mm. Mmm.

Do you like wine? Yes, it's good.

Can I get anyone coffee?

You're as high as a fucking kite.

It's over.

Obviously.

There's...

There's 100 grand, easy.

Where have you been?

I, er... I couldn't sleep.

Clearly. I went out and one thing led to another.

But the important thing is that this was an accident.

I saw an opportunity and I took it.

And this is it - this is us getting out of the hole.

I wasn't aware that we were in a hole.

Well, you know, my rehab's still on the credit cards

and there's another few, um...

Look, this is it - the way out.

We took money out of the house to pay off the rehab.

But you didn't pay it off

and you've spent that money because you never stopped.

You're pathetic. I'll sort myself out, I promise.

This is what I needed - a clean slate. You've never wanted

for anything in your life, and that includes clean fucking slates!

This is different. You know, people like you, you grow up with

so much safety that you think danger is exciting.

Well, it's not.

It's pain and misery

and desperate men doing desperate things.

I was thinking that maybe we could speak to... I'm leaving now.

I'm going upstairs, packing a bag and I'm leaving.

And I wish you luck.

Because a man like you in a world like that

is going to need plenty of luck.

I don't... I don't know what to do.

I don't know what to do next.

That's how it starts.

Go, go, go, go.

Big mistake, buddy.

Big mistake.

Argh! Agh.

OK.

Listen!

No, no!

F-oldin' Money by The Fall

I don't have a story.

Not yet.

I sit here and I watch you tell your stories and I'm grateful,

because you let me sit here without speaking...

...then count another meeting,

another day.

I've done 100 days and...

...maybe I'm close to one where I tell a story, too.

Thank you.

How do you do it - sit there and offer up your worst moments?

Well, offering them up robs them of something.

I don't think about who I was before I came here.

Neither do I, but the more I talk about who I was in there,

the more I leave him in there.

Give it a go when you're ready.

Nice motor!

It was his pride and joy.

Divorce, you know.

Little victories.

Where are parked? Er, round the corner.

Maybe sometime we could...

I don't know, meet and do what people do when they don't drink.

Tea! Oh.

Is that what people do - meet up for cups of tea? Um...

We-we... We can't meet up, um,

not away from here.

Oh, right, um...

It's sort of, um, sort of frowned upon.

Yeah, I get it.

Yeah. You can call me, if you like.

Um, I'm only just in the door myself,

in the grand scheme of things, but... I'd like that.

See you later. See you.

I'll bring that back.

It is important, Roy, to recognise that things have changed.

Very good.

I accept the fall. The fall was deserved.

Perhaps, at some level, the fall was needed.

What I cannot accept is how far it is being suggested

that I have fallen.

It's disproportionate.

It's not right.

I see.

Because there's another way it could have gone.

A way where I would have barely fallen at all,

but others would have, Roy.

You would have,

but I didn't pursue that option.

I kept quiet.

I sat in that cell

for two years with...

...a lunatic for company,

and kept quiet.

And so I'm asking you, with respect,

to soften the fall.

Two years.

The game's crooked.

I'm a lawyer.

Well...

Now, you're out

and wounded, and bitter,

and greedy.

This is not greed.

It is many things, but it is not greed.

I've already granted you the greatest favour I can.

I have allowed you to continue to breathe the rich air of Edinburgh

and you'll continue to do so as long as you're...

Ha... irrelevant.

Just...

...need a piece...

...of what I had, of who I was - just a piece.

And I can get myself back from there.

No matter who you are, Max...

...you come out of there

and you find that your old life has run for the hills.

Except that it hasn't run very far, though, has it?

I mean, this was my business.

And you owe me for this, for everything.

Even if that were true, I can't engage with you.

Not now that I'm legit.

Not now that you're dirtier than ever.

You are still falling, Max.

You have yet to land.

And if you're looking for salvation...

...you should aim a little lower.

Damage.

The damage you do...

I wasn't exactly spared damage myself.

How was it?

It was dispiriting.

Jake?

Chicago. That's where the keys came from, anyway. To his flat.

Where, astonishingly, I currently reside.

No note?

Keys were the note.

Kenny, you once suggested to me that we work together as partners.

It's a cause of not inconsiderable surprise

that that idea now makes a sort of sense.

On a business level.

And... on another.

I feel guilt, Kenny.

For the way I treated you.

This is a chance to rectify that.

I've heard you're doing OK.

Now it's time for you to do even better.

Let me tell you how I've spent the last two years.

A morning meeting.

The day's graft.

And evenings at Sighthill College.

Now I'm two years dry, I get the kids every other Saturday

and I've got an HND in legal services

which, as you and I both know,

means I'm licensed to produce legal documents.

And you're not.

You're disbarred.

So you want to produce legal documents on my license,

that's all this is.

There's no guilt.

That's not an emotion you would entertain.

The HND leaves you somewhat lacking in legal expertise,

which is why you're working out of a shithole in Leith

and have made the catastrophic decision

to name your business Burns Investigations.

It's my name. It sounds a little niche.

Oh, we've had the odd misunderstanding.