Guilt

This programme contains some strong language.

What is going on here?

You all right there?

What is this? Check this out.

Whoa! Whoa, hey, hey, hey!

Calm down. Calm down. Put it down. It's no' funny.

Hey, Danny, come on. Come on, just walk away.

I don't think they're joking. Leave it!

Danny!

Shit!

Come on, let's go! Come on, Danny!

Come on, this way!

We've lost her! Where does she live?

I don't know. She dots about. I know where she lives. Let's go!

Here she is! Your gun was a piece of shit.

Did you think I was going to give ya a real gun?!

You could've given me one that made a fucking noise!

I paid good money for that.

They're coming.

No, they wouldn't. Not to my home.

This is not your home! That's enough of your cheek!

You'll have given them a wee scare. They'll leave us alone now.

What's happening? Go to bed, Mum!

How can I, with all the shouting?

Go to bed, love. This is between me and her.

What does that mean?

Where is she? Which one is it?

- Up the stairs! - This way, man!

Fuck! Right, that's enough of the language.

You don't go to university to use language like that!

Go to bed, Mum! They're no' coming here!

They're a bunch of bloody kids,

they'll no' come to the door of Big Al McKee!

This door here.

Aye. Aye, it's this one.

You boys are making a big mistake!

You don't come to Leith and try and take out Big Al McKee!

You must be off your bloody rockers!

You tell Maggie she can't push me about, not without Roy!

She's nothing without Roy!

Tell her I'll be back.

Al!

Oh, no, no, no, no!

Al!

Peaches by The Stranglers

# Strolling along Minding my own business

# Well, there goes a girl and a half

# She's got me going up and down She's got me going up and down

# Walking on the beaches Lookin' at the peaches... #

# Down on the beaches Just look at all the peaches

# Down on the beaches Just look at all the brown bodies

# Down on the beaches Just look at all the sunglasses

# Down on the beaches Just look at all the peaches

# Down on the beaches Just look at all the peaches

# Down on the beaches Just look at all the peaches

# Down on the beaches

# Mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm

# Mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm

# Mmm, mmm

# Mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm Mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm... #

I know what you're going to say - "Why are they still there?"

I'm in advanced talks with a novelty costume store

who say they might be able to go up to $2 a hat.

Is this working for you, Jake?

That's what I'm trying to... No, I mean, this -

a crappy apartment,

you going broke with your asshole brother.

You and I are bohemians.

We reject societal rules.

We don't care for material possessions.

It would be nice to have material possessions

to not care about...

..other than the fucking fezzes.

I'm working on the fez situation.

And I'm stacking shelves all night and studying for college all day

to try and build something, to try to save us.

But the more I try to save us, the more it feels like we're sinking

and the more I think that I'm sinking

because you're dragging me down.

That's what's going on for me, Jake, while you work on the fez situation.

I recognise and respect your frustration.

Look, you're a good guy and we had fun, I think.

It's kind of a distant memory... No, no, no, not that.

How can it not be that? I'll do something, OK?

I'll do something.

What? What are you going to do?

Well, I could...

I don't know. I mean, you're putting me on the spot a wee bit!

Go to the bar, Jake.

And only come back here when you have a better answer than that.

The end is coming. You should prepare accordingly.

This place was going OK before you came along.

No! It was going appallingly, as was your book-keeping.

Things'll pick up.

There's no basis for that theory.

A more reliable theory is that I continue in this horrific existence,

stuck here with you, while things do not pick up.

I've got some ideas.

Are these ideas of a similar quality to Turkish Mondays?

Turkish Mondays, as a premise, was essentially flawless.

I know about the fezzes, Jake. I found the invoice.

Do you, a grown man, currently live with 500 fezzes?

You're not stuck here.

Roy Lynch is dead. You could go back to Edinburgh.

Happily pack your bags.

Roy Lynch being dead is the reason I can't go back to Edinburgh,

because Maggie Lynch will be somewhat angry about that fact.

And if I returned, that anger would be visited -

with some force - upon me.

I can't tell Angie that we've gone bust.

Now's not a good time for bad news.

You don't have to.

Not yet, at least.

Who are this lot?

It's fair to say we have reached the bottom strata of lenders.

This lot are mad enough to give us the last few quid.

If the end is coming, I wonder how you've prepared.

Cos you'll have a plan for that.

And if you're not telling me, then that suggests it's at my expense.

Again.

I've slept above a pub for a year

and grafted like a madman trying to make this work,

trying to make you and I work...

..to move past guilt, revenge, seek redemption...

..and look where it's got me.

If I had a better plan, I'd have probably used it by now.

Grace by The View

# I know it's not your time yet But I see you coming over the hill

# Blaming everything on me

# Is that the way you get your kicks and your thrills?

# You should spare a little time for your mind

# And then your body and soul

# You act a little crazy but I know you've got it under control

# And this is me trying to be kind I want you to know

# This whole banging on the roof

# And stamping on the floor's getting old... #

How did you get this?

I found his weakness.

After 40 years, I found his weakness.

So he's raised, what...? 300 grand.

In credit, using the bar as collateral,

and tucked it away in a different account. Which is in my name.

So if he gets caught, you take the fall.

And if he doesn't, you lose the pub and he slips away with the money.

Got to hand it to Max - he really commits to screwing you.

You told me to come up with something, and I have.

The account's in my name,

so we take the money, we go, leave Max here -

in a pub going bust, with no visa -

you finish your course, maybe I get back into the vinyl game.

Your visa's up too.

Well, I wondered about that.

If we got married...

..my visa problem goes away.

Obviously, that's not a proposal.

I mean, it's not NOT a proposal,

but I'd rustle up something a wee bit more impressive.

Not like bringing in the ring on a pigeon or anything -

something genuinely classy.

OK.

Let's take the money.

Max. Yoko.

We know, Max.

You know what? About the money.

We know that you hid it - we found it, and now we've taken it.

That money was an investment opportunity.

I was going to tell you about it

when it was too late for you to cock it up, like you've done now.

Well, don't worry. We'll invest it wisely.

Good luck with this place. Jake, wait.

If you got that money, Max would find a way to take it,

and you'd let him do so.

You've had a lifetime to shake him and you haven't managed it.

Why would I believe you could do it now?

Someone's got to come out of this

with something, and there's only me left.

Good luck, Jake.

What's happening?

We're going home.

Almonds.

Sorry?

I've been reading about how almonds are good for, you know,

giving the wee lads a bit of a gee up.

Oh, for God's sake! I'm just saying, it's worth a go.

It's all grist for the mill, no pun intended.

Though I'm not sure if that is a pun, to be fair, is it?

Kenny, you've got kids. It'll happen. Mmm.

What you need to do is relax, avoid stress,

and in the meantime...

..enjoy the process. Oh, I'm enjoying the process.

I'd hope so.

Hi.

Yeah, sure.

I was going to go and pay a visit after lunch.

That way, I think she will be there. Yeah.

I've been reading this book...

..about Zen. Teddy, I didn't...

I didn't see you there.

What I'm hoping is that, by finding a wee bit of Zen,

it'll help me with the anger...