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That's M-U-R-D-E-R,

which spells S-E-R-I-O-U-S.

So, if I don't get my A-R-S-E in G-E-A-R,

I am in serious S-H-I-T, OK?

You're being so cruel.

Love is cruel, Chrissie.

Love is cruel.

I think she's f***ing somebody else

as well, Robbo.

No, no, no, no.

It's killing me because I can't even

prove it. Some detective me, eh?

Listen, listen, listen.

Your Chrissie is about

as loyal as they come.

- Ah, f*** off.

- Come on, now. Come on.

And cheer the f*** up.

You know you're the favourite

for the Chief Inspector position?

You reckon?

Hey, you're lucky. Carole's great.

She's a real beauty as well.

Aye. I'd say you're right on that.

- You two still as happy as ever?

- Couldn't be happier.

- How old's...

- Seven. Stacey's seven.

Stacey, aye.

- Here are the lads.

- Gus.

Thank Christ.

Come on, sheriff's in town. Give us two.

Just the stuff, huh.

That'll do nicely.

And how's that wife

of yours keeping then?

Every day is Valentine's Day.

- And you'd be Cupid, aye?

- I'm the very boy, Robbo.

- Some man, some man.

- I'm the very boy.

Well, I'd better be

going home then, boys.

Right enough.

Take care of yourself then, pal.

What's up with him?

Never got a good word

to say about anybody, that guy.

Who, Dougie Gillman?

Stab you in the back

without even thinking about it.

Catholic, you see.

Saying that, look at

young Ray Lennox there.

He's as Protestant as

you and I, and yet...

Better no' say anything, actually.

He's... Nah.

- Oh, no, go on, Robbo.

- No, he's a good boy, he's a good boy.

Oh, go on. Go on.

Do you see him in here?

I don't even have to look around

and I know that the answer is no.

It's 3/1, he's in

that deviant wine bar

with the lesbian Amanda Drummond,

cooking up all sorts of shenanigans.

Oh, you're an awful man, Robbo.

What do you think the main topic of

conversation between them is gonna be?

You.

Maybe me.

Promotion. That's what, my friend.

You think young Lennox is running with

the hounds and hunting with the hares?

You said it, Gus.

I better keep a beady eye

on that wee bastard.

Don't want him spoiling

the old promotion chances.

Christ, no.

- Come on, come on, come on the Hearts.

- Are you a big fan then, mate?

- I am indeed, pal.

- So am I.

Let me guess, here comes the bit

about you being one as well.

Ever since your granddaddy

took you as a wee laddie.

Blah, blah, pish and shite.

- Job Centre's that way, Santa sweetheart.

- Merry Christmas anyway, pal.

I heard it's gonna be

a cold one, mind you.

Have a nice day.

Oh, 2-1. You f***ing beauty!

Come on.

- Colin! Colin, come on!

- Oh, for f***'s sake!

- Please help. Somebody, please.

- Out my way, out my way. I'm police.

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