Red Road
Good night.
Going somewhere nice?
It's Friday night.
You know me, Angus.
Party animal.
- See you Sunday.
- See you later.
Knock, knock.
How did you get in?
Frank let me in.
My shift's not over for an hour yet.
I know, I was hoping
you could sneak away a bit early.
I've got two new buildings to fit in.
Frank said he'd take over for you.
Didn't you, Frank?
I came in to make copies of
that mugging. I can do it later.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah. You go and enjoy yourself.
Thanks, Frank.
You're a pal, I'll pay you back.
You see it all here, don't you?
Report that dog!
Don't. It's not well.
What's that?
Pull it.
My son gave it to me.
Oh, God. Oh...
Oh, sorry, I can't help it.
It was a bit quick, sorry.
Did you...?
Yeah, earlier.
I can never tell.
Prince!
Now!
- See you in two weeks, then?
- Yeah.
Smile!
Here they come.
You made it!
You look great.
Jackie, this is Rob.
Rob, this is my sister-in-law,
Jackie.
Pleased to meet you.
I am so glad you made it, Jackie.
Go on, then.
Get up and dance.
I'm a rubbish dancer.
Bollocks! You danced all night
at your own wedding.
You're right, I did.
But not very well.
Maybe later.
I tell you what, I will if you will.
I've got osteoporosis.
You want me to break in two?
- Do you want another trifle?
- Sherry?
Go on, then. I will if you will.
We'll be bloody dead soon.
Hello, Alfred.
Jackie.
How are you?
You look different.
You had your hair done?
Ages ago.
I liked it longer.
Sorry I haven't been over.
It was down to your waist
the first time we met you.
He was happy that day,
compared to the last time I saw him.
to give you a break.
I was getting Aunt Kath some trifle.
Can I get you anything?
No, thanks.
Alfred.
My beer's getting cold.
Jackie!
You're not leaving already, are you?
I was gonna say goodbye
but you were dancing.
Is it Dad?
No, I've got work tomorrow.
You know what's bugging him, eh?
I know.
If they were buried...
I know.
He looks nice, your Rob.
I'll see you.
OK, OK, come on.
It's been a tough old day.
Come on home and get some medicine.
Good girl.
Come on.
Come here.
She's by the Jet garage
in Barmulloch, by the top shops.
I don't know.
Twenties?
I'll keep her in sight
till you get there.
She shouldn't spend the night there.
OK.
Hello, this is City Eye control room,
division E.
I've an incident
behind the Jet garage...
Hold on.
Sorry, forget it. False alarm.
- Angus, got any fags?
I have.
Hi, Angus. It's me.
Yeah, you can.
The Red Road flats.
Am I right in thinking they house
a lot of ex-prisoners in those flats?
No, I just wondered.
OK. Thanks.
Hello?
Yeah. You got my messages?
Well, I'm sure I saw him, but it's
not possible, is it? It's not time.
OK.
If you could.
Thanks.
Jackie, it's Stuart Kincaid.
There's not much else
to add, I'm afraid.
He got early release
for good behavior.
Very sorry. It happens.
As consolation,
he'll be back in like a shot
if he messes up.
Call me if I can help.
Bye for now.
Frank, can I ask you a big favor?
You, Jackie, can ask me anything.
See this guy?
He lives in Red Road
in the main block.
He's older now,
about six years or so.
If you see him doing anything odd,
could you let me know?
- I won't ask.
- I'm sorry, Frank. Thanks.
Is this 24-Hour Locksmiths?
Do you have someone called
Clyde Henderson working for you?
Did you do a police check on him?
Doesn't matter who I am.
Sh*t.
Christ.
Hello, this is City Eye control room.
Ambulance needed:
Kirkland Drive.
It's urgent, please hurry.
It looks like a stabbing.
A young girl.
The girls are cutting
through the flats
at the back of Kirkland Drive.
There are several girls.
White, aged about 14.
Look like they're from
the Petershill school.
OK. I'm here.
Have you heard anything?
She lost a lot of blood.
Knife just missed her heart.
My God.
- But she'll make it, apparently.
- Really?
- So they say.
- Are you sure?
She was lucky.
Not so lucky.
The tape's gone off.
Just hope they get the wee bastards.
Angus, I may as well tell you now,
I never got close-ups of the girls.
That's not like you.
I'm sorry. I was watching someone
else. I didn't see it coming.
It happens.
Can't get them every time.
- Not even a f***ing fiver?
- I won't get it back, that's why.
- F*** you, you prick.
- F*** yourself.
You can be a right f***ing wanker.
You can't even lend me a fiver.
Excuse me. Excuse me.
Excuse me, ladies.
Do you have any 20-pence pieces?
It's for the laundry, aye.
Just put your money in
and press buttons, just like guys do.
Thanks, sweetheart. Cheers.
What can I get you?
Mug of tea, please.
- Milk?
- Yes, please.
- Sugar?
- No, thanks.
- 50p, please.
- Ta.
Thanks.
Don't say I don't look after you.
Do I not look grateful?
Not enough, in my book.
I'll have to show you later.
Give us a fag.
- So what's happening Saturday?
- Nothing.
Kim from the pub said you
were having people round on Saturday.
Did she?
Where did she get that idea?
You're a f***ing animal.
Kim's dad'll belt you.
Hi.
I'm looking for someone...
I'm not sure which floor he's in.
It's Clyde Henderson.
I can't give you that information.
- I'm not allowed.
- Right.
You going to the party?
Yeah.
Who invited you?
I know Clyde.
What woman round here doesn't?
He's a dirty c*nt.
Do you like it?
Watch the f***ing dog!
I can't work this thing.
Jesus Christ,
you'll cut the f***ing head off.
- Is he your boyfriend?
- Stevie?
Why? Do you fancy him?
No!
Did he get you the dog?
Yeah. He's sweet.
Where are you from?
London.
What are you doing in Scotland?
I came here to see someone,
but it didn't work out.
A boyfriend?
No.
There he goes.
- You looking for the toilet?
- Yeah.
- It's by the kitchen.
- Thanks.
Have we met?
I saw you in the caf.
Aye.
The caf. I remember.
Come here.
- I should go.
- Where?
- Home.
- You just got here.
Wait.
Tom, I'm following someone
who's heading for Spring Hill.
If you give me a description
I'll look out for him for you.
I'd like to do it myself
if that's all right.
OK, no problem.
Alfred?
I had to go up to the hospital.
It's on the way.
Coming in, then?
I haven't got long.
Brenda doesn't know I'm stopping.
I didn't tell her.
You've never been here before?
Yeah. A few times
We sat in the garden.
Brenda brought you a plum tree.
You said
a plum tree wouldn't grow in Glasgow,
if I remember.
Too wet.
- It's stiff, pull it.
- I can manage.
Look...
I'm not looking for sympathy.
Far from it.
I've got a lump.
Might be nothing, but I'm getting on
and you never can tell.
You can't deny us any longer.
We have a right to say goodbye to him
properly. That's all I wanted to say.
Alfred, can I say something?
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