♪ ♪ (loud thud, screaming, tires skidding) Max, I've just run someone over!
(stammering): They're fine, they're just winded!
Could we talk about the fact that we killed a man?
MAX: Why would we want to do that?
I'm Walter's niece.
Or was, I guess.
What do you think happened?
She's it-- the one thing that can trip us up.
KENNY: Could be nothing.
Could be everything.
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ("The Weight" by Weval playing) (song continues playing in car) (switch clicks, music stops) You know what I liked?
The butterfly release.
They paid for butterflies then they had a cash bar.
It was beautiful.
It was bang out of order.
You've got no soul.
You've got too much.
(car hits bump, Max sputtering) (muted) That will stain!
Assume you can spare the deposit.
It's not rent-a-jig.
I don't rent clothes.
A man from Leith with his own tuxedo?
(humorless laugh) You know, your whole problem, Jake, is, you think that's a criticism.
(tapping buttons) What's that light mean?
You've turned on the heated seat.
Honeymoon Kickstarter and a cash bar!
80% of the world living in poverty and folk like you are driving about toasting their arses.
That wasn't a wedding, Jake!
(tapping buttons) I'm not getting involved in this.
It was a glorified Ponzi scheme!
(both crying out) (tires squealing) Oh!
(panting, car signal beeping) Max, call an ambulance!
Let's not do anything hasty.
Give me your phone!
What's wrong with yours?
I, I'm off grid, Vodafone and I are having this whole... You're a grown man!
Call an ambulance!
Off the-- let's go.
Max, I've just run someone over!
(stammering): They're, they're fine, they're just winded.
(unbuckles seat belt) Drive, Jake.
(door opens, signal beeping) (Jake panting) (inhales deeply, signal stops) ♪ ♪ (panting, closes door) No pulse, he's dead.
Don't be stupid, man.
(hyperventilating) (unbuckles seat belt) (signal beeping) (signal stops) (panting) (car door closes) (both panting) Here's what's going to happen.
You're gonna be charged with causing death by careless driving, driving while uninsured.
Considering how many walks you went for at the wedding, I imagine you're at least a wee bit stoned.
You said I was insured!
You said you were sober.
Well, I didn't want to pay for a taxi.
Well, that's a cracking defense, but because I let you drive my car uninsured and impaired, I'm criminally liable and open to civil prosecution by your pal's family there.
Either way, I'll be disbarred, but on the flip side, I'll have plenty of time to come and visit you in prison and hear how you're being relentlessly interfered with!
Is that his?!
He's called Walter.
He lives on this street.
Jake, lose that and let's go.
(panting, signal beeping) (car door closes, retreating footsteps) Oh, for...!
(quietly): What are you doing?!
What are you doing?!
We can't leave him here, it's not right.
We, we can just say we found him.
Jake, you're disturbing a crime scene.
This is another year.
This right here is another year of your life!
Okay, okay, okay.
(muted) So, so what?
I mean, should I move him back?
(panting) Which one's his?
Right, well, let's get him off the street, come on.
(both grunting) Right, right, right, here.
(both grunting, panting) Okay, that could be anything, come on.
No, I can't.
(panting) (doorbell ringing) We'll just say we found him.
(murmuring harshly in exasperation) (doorbell ringing) (quietly): Answer.
(quietly): Answer the door!
Come on... Max!
What the... (panting) (birds twittering) (approaching footsteps) What are you playing at?
(door opens, hinge creaks) It's empty.
(outer door closes) MAX: Okay.
(shuffling) (Max grunts, body set on floor) (both panting) MAX: There.
(both groan loudly) (grunting, panting) (grunting loudly) (both panting) He played the trumpet.
(voice breaking): We've killed a sentient being.
He was dying, slowly.
We just made it quick.
(clothes rustling) (grunting) JAKE: There's not a mark on him.
Yeah... Internal, or his heart.
They won't look for either if they buy this.
Poor bastard just slipped away.
♪ ♪ (outer door opens) (rushing footsteps) (signal beeping) Are we okay?
(engine starts) ♪ ♪ (birds twittering) What the (muted) is wrong with you?
No, who goes to a wedding and argues with the bride?
It wasn't an argument.
An argument suggests she had a defense.
It was a cash bar.
Max, we can afford a cash bar.
Why'd you leave?
I left because, whilst watching you tell the bride that she was technically guilty of fraud, I thought, "I don't want to go home with that man," and so I didn't.
I wish we'd come home together, that's all.
You drove home in that state?
Jake-- Jake drove.
So what happened to your car?
Someone reversed into it at the wedding.
Yeah, it was probably the bride.
(chuckles) (cellphone ringing) It's Jake.
(ringing continues) Oh... (pleasantly): Hi!
I haven't slept, how could I?
(forced laughing): Yeah, it was a good laugh.
We've got to tell someone he's there; we can't just let him rot!
Okay, uh, I can help you with that.
MAX: I'll be at the shop in half an hour.
You're seeing your brother twice in two days, that must be a record.
He's got a legal thing.
(door opens) (cars passing outside) ("Moonshake" by Can playing over speakers) How did you sleep?
Very well-- my pillows are Hungarian goose down.
They essentially cradle the neck.
Could we talk about the fact that we killed a man?
Why would we want to do that?
Well, don't you feel that, Max?
Jake, he was dying.
Pancreatic cancer-- that's a carnival of pain.
If he was here now, he'd probably thank us.
Well, I think he'd want to at least touch on the fact that we killed him.
Look, we gave him a dignified exit.
Now, someone finds him, he's spruced up and there's not a dry eye in the church.
Pay your phone bill.
We should stay connected.
I left my wallet at the wedding.
(mutters): Cash bar.
But just give me a few days and... Oh, no, no, let's not go through that charade.
Where are you going, Max?
What are we gonna do?
We move on.
(footsteps retreating, door opens) ("Moonshake" playing more loudly) (man singing softly on recording) (indistinct chatter) ♪ ♪ (laughter) ♪ ♪ (raucous laughter) ♪ ♪ (people singing softly on recording) ♪ ♪ JAKE: "Walter passed peacefully."
If only they knew.
Would that be good, Jake?
Would that be good if they knew?
You're losing it.
Oh, I wonder why.
Going a week without sleep?
Or reading a hundred obituaries?
Because, believe me, Max, that's quite a (muted) combo.
Jake, they couldn't have buried him this quickly if there'd been a post mortem, which means they concluded natural causes, which means it's over.
(telephone ringing) "All those who knew Walter are invited to celebrate his life."
Oh, it sounds fun!
I'm going to work-- get some sleep.
(boxes sliding) Leith Beats.
HENRY (on phone): Jake?
HENRY: You're a friend of Walter's?
HENRY: I'm his solicitor.
HENRY: I'm at Walter's house doing the inventory after the, well, you know, the sad news.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I...
I heard something.
HENRY: And I appear to have your wallet.
Right, yeah, I think... Yeah, I must have left it there when I was... HENRY: Flogging him records, I imagine.
Flogging him records.
HENRY: Taking me half the bloody morning to catalogue them.
(laughs nervously) HENRY: Can you wait until tomorrow for the wallet?
HENRY: I'll just leave it here, shall I?
You can get it at the wake-- very good.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Maybe we could do that, or, or can I just come by and pick it up?
(dial tone buzzing) (whimpers, hangs up loudly) ♪ ♪ (mutters) Let's just leave it.
Just... Get him to post it or something.
Because that could arouse suspicion.
You go in, you'll get the wallet, you'll leave.
There are no other steps.
("Pinch" by Can playing) (man speaking softly in rhythm in song) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Hey.
Nice to see someone here with a pulse.
(chuckling nervously): Right, yeah, well, got one of those.
Can you give me a hand?
You were a friend?
I own a record shop and...
I was just looking at his records-- solid collection, huh?
And vertically stacked, which is... Crucial.
Oh, no, can you... (both laughing) Thanks.
Actually, I just need to get my, um... (indistinct chatter) (yells): Christ's sake!
(slams glove compartment) (birds twittering) (door closes) (quiet chatter) (sighs) (sighs) Was this a step, Jake?
It just happened.
This is Angie.
I'm Walter's niece, or was, I guess.
Oh, right, I didn't realize.
Nice to meet you.
JAKE: This is my brother, Max.
Do you work at the record store?
(laughing): Christ, no.
Oh, what a concept.
How did you know Walter?
I met him through...
Through the trumpet.
I was gonna say I met him through you.
He blew a little horn.
(chuckling): It was... fine.
ANGIE: More fun than I bet he had with these guys.
Is this, um, his family?
No, I'm it for family.
This is friends and neighbors, I think.
Well, I hope you enjoy your visit.
Well, funeral today, attorney tomorrow, a few days to pack this place up, then fly home.
Not exactly a vacation.
When did you last see him?
It had been a while.
It was too long, really.
I hope it was peaceful at the end.
ANGIE: I guess the attorney will fill me in tomorrow.
Okay, well, it was nice to meet you.
She's it-- the one thing that can trip us up.
Then why would I stay?
Because Walter's body has made it past the police, a doctor, a funeral director, into the hallowed earth of Edinburgh.
That's not helping.
And the only people that can, at any point, request that he be dug up for a second look are family, which is her.
Just stay, make pals, and leave as the only person in Edinburgh she would ask for advice.
No, I... Just a wee bit of babysitting, and then we're done.
But why me?
Because you're available.
And you're not entirely incapable of charm.
I feel like I'm going to cry.
That could help.
♪ ♪ (Angie laughing) ♪ ♪ (dishware clatters) (indistinct chatter) ANGIE: Bye, thank you for coming.
(door closes) Drink?
(liquid pouring, Jake and Angie laughing) Where are you from?
Ah, love it.
Have you been?
Well, I feel like I have.
You know, Nat King Cole.
I didn't really know him.
He came over to visit when I was younger.
He was just your... classic nice, old dude.
He left them to me, the records.
What a result.
In a silver lining-type situation.
Was he... Oh, Walter!
Well done, mate.
("I'm the One" by Annette Peacock playing) You know, the interesting thing about this is that it's Mike Garson on keys.
You guys use "interesting" in a totally different way.
It's interesting because he went straight from this to "Aladdin Sane," which is, of course, Bowie's best album for four... arguably, five reasons... His top three, maybe.
Oh, no, no, sorry, this is not a debate.
This is me trying to deepen your understanding of the music.
(laughs) I'm happy to tell you his best, if that's helpful.
I'd have to warn you, that would be high-risk.
I'll take the chance.
If you say "Ziggy Stardust," you're going through the window.
Which is not misogynistic-- I'd throw anyone through the window if they said "Ziggy Stardust," even a child.
"Station to Station."
I'll take it.
(laughs) I don't agree, but I'll take it.
(on recording): ♪ I looked all over ♪ ("I'm the One" continues) ♪ Put my head ♪ ♪ On somebody's shoulder ♪ (places glass down) Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
You're a bad dancer?
No, no, I'm just, you know... Scottish.
(song continues) (Jake groaning, Angie laughing) ♪ Put my head on somebody's shoulder ♪ Hey... (laughing softly) ♪ And there is no one else ♪ (singing continues) (song continues) ♪ Can't you see it in my eyes ♪ (song continues) ♪ Can't you feel it in my voice ♪ ♪ Can't you feel it ♪ ♪ In my skin ♪ (song continues) ♪ When you're... ♪ (blinds scraping) Morning.
I thought you might want some breakfast.
Oh, yeah, thanks.
So, that was...
I mean, that's not my usual approach, you know?
I mean, I've got no problem with where we got to, that was great.
I'd maybe have just, you know, taken a little longer to get there, or at least pretended I wanted to take a little longer.
(both chuckling) You made yesterday a lot more fun than I thought it would be.
So, I need to go and see an attorney, which is a dream date for a hangover, but maybe we could catch up later.
No, um, I've got to work.
But you could, you... You could come over.
Like, when you're done.
I'd like that.
Well, see yourself out.
Your clothes are kind of spread around.
(chuckling): Oh, yeah, right.
(outer door opens) (door closes) (groans) MAX: That's a somewhat unconventional approach to babysitting.
JAKE (on phone, stammering): I just...
I don't know!
I was a bit pissed, and I'd hardly eaten all day.
MAX: Not exactly overcome with grief, is she?
JAKE: I suppose there's no rules with that stuff.
MAX: Where is she now?
At the solicitor's.
I'm seeing her later.
All right, fine, um... Keep me posted.
What a bitch.
Ah, well... At least it was natural causes.
You know, they didn't have to cut him open.
Not with a terminal condition.
That's his bits and bobs from the funeral director.
Came in a wee bit bruised, apparently.
Often happens that way, when they're that frail.
And who'd be old?
(scoffs) Where were the bruises?
On his legs.
You don't think that's weird?
I wouldn't worry about it, you know.
Sleeping dogs and all that?
That's the solid gold classic section.
So it says.
You find me a record in there that's not a solid gold classic and I'll close this place down today.
(music playing on speakers) What are these little... Oh, I do my own liner notes sometimes, just, um, stuff about the band, so on.
That's relatively cute.
Stones section feels pretty light.
Nothing after '81.
Well, you got to be.
Why would the bruising...
So favorite Stones album, then?
"Let It Bleed."
Ah, that's not as apocalyptic an answer as I thought it was gonna be.
"Love in Vain," "You Got the Silver."
See, the interesting thing about "You Got the Silver" is, everyone thinks it's about... Money.
When it's actually about... Heroin.
Why would the bruising only be on his legs?
I'll tell you what, let's get Max involved.
He's a great lawyer, and, more importantly, a great guy.
(sighs) I knew this day would come.
Obviously, it's your performance.
And the drinking.
And, frankly, the odors.
(distant phone ringing) (exhales) I used to run marathons.
(cellphone ringing) I remember.
And now look at me.
Yeah, it's quite the collapse.
My wife's taken the kids to her mum's.
(inhales): Well, maybe a bit of space... She caught me drinking Midori in the soft play center.
I mean, not in front of the kids.
I was in the disabled toilet.
Feels like a moot point.
(telephone ringing) Safe journey home.
You were right, natural causes, no post mortem.
MAX: Well, I hope that's settled any concerns that your friend may have had.
JAKE: Right, and no, because the solicitor has told her that Walter's legs didn't look too clever, which, apparently, everyone's putting down to a fall, thankfully.
But now she's going a wee bit Columbo on me.
♪ ♪ Okay.
MAX: So, Jake filled me in.
I really don't think you should worry about any of this Walter stuff.
Sad as it is, I remember him having falls.
JAKE: Hm, it was all just part of his life.
I don't know if it was the medication.
It was quite endearing, in a way.
It's probably one of the reasons why we loved him.
Who was around him towards the end?
Oh... (blowing air) Well, I think he was pretty much a solitary soul.
Old-school loner sort of thing.
He must have had someone.
Tell you what, if you're worried about these bruises, why don't I speak to whoever found him, the responding officers, and see if it looked kosher?
No, I don't want some big thing.
Oh, off the books.
(chuckling): I play golf with half of them.
Well, I guess there's no harm in checking it out.
How could there be?
You were a bit elusive yesterday.
I was in court.
Your secretary said you were dealing with some personal business.
Right, yeah, I saw Jake, as well.
So what's going on between you two?
40 years of winding each other up and suddenly you're best pals.
He was upset after a funeral.
I thought it was a legal thing.
It was, and then it was this.
He's got some things going on, he asked for my help.
What's so hard?
(laughing): He asked you?
I'm his brother!
So, I spoke to the police who found Walter.
They said he just slipped away in front of the telly.
Apparently, he looked peaceful, happy, and-- their words, not mine-- ready to go.
(smacks lips): Aw...
Well, I guess that's good news.
JAKE: Thanks, Max.
We appreciate it.
Oh, did you get that solicitor's name?
Is it McKinnon?
He's kind of flaky.
(Max chortling) He's ideal.
Well, you two enjoy this little spread.
(doorbell rings, Max exhales) What's all this "we" bollocks?
(door opens) I'm just getting into character.
CLAIRE: I'm looking for Max.
ANGIE: Sure, come in.
CLAIRE: He's my husband.
I hope that doesn't come as too much of a shock for you.
Isn't that Claire?
For Christ's sake!
Okay, okay, okay.
Um... (laughing): This is a surprise!
Find My Wheels.
It's a cracking little app, great for supermarket car parks and when your husband is full of (muted).
This is Angie, Jake's girlfriend.
In for a penny.
(chuckling): I'm sorry.
What the (muted) is going on, Max?
It was Angie's uncle who died.
He was a customer of Jake's.
A friend first.
MAX: I've just been helping Angie with a few things, you know, pro bono, until, till she flies home.
He's been awesome, they both have.
Max should have told me.
Why don't we all get dinner later?
I'm flying home tomorrow, and there's got to be more to Edinburgh than this place.
(chuckling): Well... Well, well, why not?
(chuckling awkwardly) (Angie and Claire laughing) It's a shame you can't stay for the festival.
Yeah, I read about that.
Should we order another...
Thanks for taking me out.
That place was kind of closing in on me.
It's nice to be out.
I'm sure I can remember a few fun places to take you.
Come on-- Jake, tell her to stay.
Well, I can't immediately think why not... Jake, shall we order at the bar?
I was on the spot.
The correct answer is, "No," Jake, or, "No, thanks," or, "Piss off back to America, you lunatic."
It's just, I know it would be easier if she left in terms of the situation, but she's pretty manageable, really.
I know you're going to say this is mental, but I've been thinking about soul butterflies.
Maybe, I don't know... A bottle of the Merlot!
Oh, my dear God, you actually think this is a viable relationship?
Right, me first.
(pen clicks) (inhales deeply) Failure to stop and report an accident, six months.
(sighs) Perverting the course of justice with a fatality, five years.
Uh, allowing you to drive while under the influence, a year, maybe.
So, six or seven years, on top of the whole disbarment thing, you get all that plus five years for death by careless driving.
There you go, kid.
11 years on a good day.
11 years, Jake.
11 years in Saughton.
Have you ever driven past Saughton at night?
You can hear screams, Jake.
Okay, I get it.
(bottle clanks on bar) (laughing) (car door closes, Angie sighs) (Angie giggling) Oh, God!
It's so nice to be drunk with other people.
Happy to help.
You're definitely the best that Jake's ever rustled up.
Jeez, how bad were the others?
The last one played the ukulele.
That was a long Christmas.
Well, you're safe-- I don't play anything.
Not like Max.
Oh, you mean Jake.
He's the musician.
Max is tone-deaf.
♪ ♪ (quietly): You're doing well.
Last push, Jake-- get her on that plane tomorrow and we're home and hosed.
I'm not sure about that.
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (gnome breaks) All right, boys?
We're friends of Walter's.
Aye, right, aye, I heard.
We found this in his garden, and we think your camera might have picked up whoever did it.
Oh, I'm sorry, I can't help.
He loved his garden.
And he loved this gnome.
(voice breaking): And for somebody to do this, it's, well...
It's a right boot in the balls.
MAX: It'll just take a minute.
It's a dummy camera.
Aye, it's funny how a wee flash of red light in the darkness is enough to put the fear of God into people.
(all laughing) Sorry I can't be any more help, boys.
Don't, don't worry.
You've been top-drawer.
Could you deal with this?
(gnome pieces clank) Walter's house has seen enough death.
♪ ♪ (gnome pieces clank) (monitor button clicks) ♪ ♪ (car door closes) When's her flight?
Right, well, enjoy your last day together.
Don't cry, or, you know, (muted) yourself and confess all.
Then it's back to the Tesco value meals for one.
ANGIE: Hey, Max.
Last night was fun.
(chuckling): Aye, to a degree.
Well, safe flight-- get yourself an exit row.
Say you've got ligament damage.
Can I show you guys something?
It'll just take a minute.
I've got a Saturday morning tee time at Gleneagles.
Now, I know that doesn't mean much to you, but...
It'll just take a minute.
They were in the bag from the undertaker, that's how they got 'em.
ANGIE: Not so much.
And the shoes are dirty, too.
Why would he be wearing them inside?
ANGIE: I don't know, this...
It doesn't really fit with the whole "slipped away" thing.
Angie, your uncle died of cancer.
It's sad, very sad, but you have to let him go.
Gone but not forgotten.
Something just feels a little weird.
What do you guys know about the neighbors?
Okay, look, I use an investigator.
Great guy, sharp as a tack.
Why don't I have him give the house a once-over before you go?
Sure, why not?
Great, I'll go and get him now.
I pushed my flight back a few days.
I don't know, kind of feels like I'm not quite done here.
("Do It Again" by Steely Dan playing) (whispers): Jake, why don't you come with me?
♪ ♪ MAX: You're supposed to be nipping these things in the bud.
I'm just as surprised as you are, Max.
Yeah, but I don't think you're as disappointed as I am, are you, Jake?
Which I find highly troubling.
It's difficult-- I'm walking a right old emotional tightrope here.
Jake, do you realize what's on the line?!
I could lose everything!
My career, my house, Claire!
Just sharpen up a bit.
Tell you what, Max, you tell me to sharpen up again, and see what happens.
Here he is!
♪ ♪ I can't take on a case, lads.
(sighing): My head's minced with the bevvy.
You look... great.
You were right, Max.
All those awful things you said about me, I deserved every one.
Hey, that was just tough love.
Now, I broke you down, and then you left before I could build you up again.
I felt that you'd finished.
Kenny, you're a good investigator stuck in a rut!
Various ruts-- but this is the case that can get you out of them.
(clears throat) JAKE: Maybe taking on a new case will show your wife that you're, you know, like, back on your feet.
("Do It Again" playing faintly in background) Do you think so?
(song continues) Oh, I suppose I could...
There you go!
Just give me a couple of days to sort my... Wash your face and don't be sick in my car.
(song continues) He's worked for me for years.
They don't come better.
(whispering): Has he been drinking?
(forced laugh): No, no, that's just his style.
Where did they find him?
ANGIE: On, on the chair.
(Kenny clears throat) Right, uh, that's me.
Um... (slurring): I'll just have a wee peek at the medical files and...
I'll send you a report.
(snaps fingers): Okie-dokie.
MAX: I'll be in touch.
Have a good evening.
(door closes) (outer door closes) (dance music playing) ANGIE: Thanks for inviting me.
Oh, I'd wait until you meet the instructor before thanking me.
I'm glad you're hanging round for a bit.
So am I.
And Jake must be bloody delighted.
You know he writes his own liner notes for the records in his store?
That's kind of heartbreaking.
I think it's fair to say that Jake got the family share of soul.
They seem very different.
They never normally spend this much time together.
I'm not sure what they're up to.
Or how they haven't killed each other yet.
She's visiting for a few days.
Has she warned you about... INSTRUCTOR: Who's ready to hurt?
Who is ready for pain?
Who is ready to enter the zone?
(laughs) (door closes, footsteps approaching) Hello, sleepyhead.
Can I have a wee word?
(door opens, closes) Listen, I think you've run your course with her.
Time to return to base.
Because one wrong word from you and we go to prison.
And right now, I'm not sure whose side you're on.
What's that supposed to mean?
It means I've got enough to think about without you going rogue!
You've got enough to think about?
Max, I'm sleeping in the bed of the man that we killed.
Well, technically, it's the man that you killed.
But you're right, I should have thought about you, getting to go home to your big gaff every night.
I bet that's hard.
Oh, don't give me that (muted).
Before this, you were single and living above a chippy.
Now you've got a girlfriend, a house share, and a wee earner on the way.
You're on the (muted) up!
That's what's really annoying you, Max, isn't it?
Any suggestion that I might be on the way up?
All I've ever done is help you.
I bought you the bloody shop!
Yeah, you did, and now I get to sit there day after day, lonely and bored and surrounded by the records that I never got to make.
Oh, that's my fault, is it?
(exhales softly) (muted) (door opens) (door closes) (birds twittering) CLAIRE: Mostly does commercial law, nothing very interesting.
What about you?
Have you got a bloke?
I like women.
Well, obviously, I have deeply held moral objections.
Oh, you people always do.
But I think, on balance, I can find a way to be your friend.
Then why don't you give me your number?
Giving me your number won't turn you into a lesbian, Claire.
There are a few other steps.
("Starless and Bible Black" by the Stan Tracey Quartet playing) Claire said that you're a musician.
(soft chuckle) Used to be.
Was in a band.
Just kind of fizzled out.
Edinburgh in the '80s.
Which was basically just folk cutting about town in inflammable clothing.
(music continues) Hey.
I think it's time we cut the (muted).
What do you mean?
Max didn't know Walter.
And he doesn't play the trumpet.
I don't know what Max is doing, and I'm not sure that you know what Max is doing, but he's up to something.
(music continues) Well?
Yeah, you're sort of right.
Max doesn't play the trumpet.
He represented Walter in some legal business in the past, so, you know, confidentiality and all that?
He just wants to help.
I guess you know him better than me.
And there's only the two of us left.
It's like you and Walter.
You're all he had, right, by the end?
(soft chuckle) (music continues) That's the word, isn't it?
I mean, I couldn't spell it with a gun to my head, but that's the word.
(inhales deeply, exhales) I feel reborn!
I feel cleansed.
And I know it's only been one day, one night, but it feels like the beginning of something.
You can't climb Everest without taking a first step, do you know what I mean?
(doorbell ringing) Oh.
And the first thing I wanted to do with this newfound clarity was to come and apologize, and, well, to have another go.
If you'll allow me.
(soft chuckle) (exhales, door closes) What's going on, Kenny?
It's over, Max.
(soft chuckle): Sorry?
The booze, it's all over.
It's all down to your wee brother.
I just can't get what you said out of my head, Jake.
Solve this case and I get my family back.
Oh, I don't think that's quite what I said.
ANGIE: That's sweet!
KENNY: I've never been more focused.
I'm gonna nail this one for you folks.
Kenny, you already checked the house, there's nothing here.
Let's try again with a clear head.
Just one last wee look, free of charge.
How can we say no to that?
(chuckling): We can't.
Fire away, Kenny.
(slaps hard) KENNY: Oh, ow.
Always start at the door.
KENNY: Just trying to work out the layout.
Is this the bedroom here?
ANGIE: Yes, it's along... (Kenny and Angie speaking indistinctly) (harsh whispering): Well done!
Hey, this might be nothing, but...
In fact, it's definitely nothing.
It was just about what... KENNY: ...what you can get from clothes.
(Angie clears throat) KENNY: Fragments-- it looks like paint.
Uh... Well, it's metallic.
Could be car paint.
That feels dangerously subjective.
Can I have this tested?
Should take around a week.
I can handle this if you need to go.
I'm not going anywhere.
(chuckles) ("Pursuit" by Group Zero playing) ♪ ♪ (sighs) Kenny.
Let me send the sample for testing.
I'll get a better rate.
Come on, boss, you know I need to stay in control of the evidence.
I'm by the book from now on.
Well, look, there's no rush, okay?
Don't worry, Max, I'm on it.
I need this for all sorts of reasons, and I'll give it everything I've got.
(sighing) This is life-changing stuff.
(laughing forcefully): Yeah.
(sighs) ♪ ♪ So, I guess I'm sticking around for a while.
Are you glad?
♪ ♪ Yeah.
♪ ♪ (exhales) (car door closes) ♪ ♪ (tool scraping) (brakes squeak softly, gear shifts) (car reversing) (engine stops) (car door closes) ♪ ♪ Well?
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (door closes) ♪ ♪ Are we okay?
Yeah, we're okay.
♪ ♪ (click) ♪ ♪ You killed him with your car.
You don't think it was the cancer?
Eh, it's worth taking a look at his financials if you can find them-- root of all evil and whatnot.
MAX: You've got nothing, which means you're getting nothing.
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