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.

He brought the bairn over

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 thought you'd given up.

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.

I looked into things for you.

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.

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