31/05/2016 River City

What do you think of her?

Alex was right.

You're shot in the head.

'It's not like I'm ever going to find a decent bloke.'

Maybe it's because you've got no idea

what makes a decent relationship!

Well, I stood up to the Murdochs and look where it's got us.

I'm beginning to get a sense of the real you. Yeah?

Yeah, you're happy to persecute families, ruin lives.

There's nothing going on. We're just pals!

Pals? Pals don't behave like that with each other.

You were all over her.

To the new manager of the Tall Ship.

Lang may your till sing.

Thanks, guys. To new beginnings.

And new adventures, whether they're in Shieldinch or San Francisco.

Who bit your bum?

Just a wee bit of cramp.

So, are we all ready to move onto the club after these, yeah?

What's up with you? This is supposed to be your night.

It's just...this whole Stella thing.

It doesn't feel right celebrating when I've got to...

Back in a sec.

Stella's upstairs, oblivious to the fact that I'm going to kick her out,

and I'm down here quaffing champagne.

The brewery is making you do it. She'll understand.

She's probably half expecting it. I'm still going to be the guy

that's evicting a single mother and her baby.

You've been putting this off all week.

Go upstairs and speak to her now.

It's just going to play on your mind otherwise. I can't.

The longer you leave it, the harder it's going to be, for both of you.

She deserves to know sooner rather than later.

Why don't we ditch the club?

We'll have the place to ourselves.

Robbie says he's staying at Gary's again,

so you could stay over this time?

Do you not want to stay over?

Of course.

Good.

They're all at it round that way, man. What do you mean?

Hey, fellas. Hello, future Mrs Lindsay.

Can I get you a bevy?

A what?

A swally? A scoop? A jar?

A drink! Do you want a drink?

Right. No, thanks.

Listen, I need to move some of my stuff into your flat.

What kind of stuff?

Just some clothes, CDs, books, maybe a painting,

a couple of throws, nothing massive.

And what's this for? Authenticity.

It needs to look like I live there in case the Home Office

decide to drop by for a visit.

They do that? Yeah.

And, if I get busted, they'll send me back to the States.

They're not going to send you back.

I've been studying the flash cards that you gave me

and I'm all over it. I've got your childhood, how we met,

our first date. Go, ask me anything.

All right, where did we meet?

Coffee shop on Sauchiehall Street.

I accidentally-on-purpose took your half-caf, soy, vanilla,

no-foam latte as an excuse to talk to you.

What was I wearing? Blue skinny jeans, brown knee-high boots,

plum peacoat, tartan scarf.

What's a peacoat? Not a Scooby.

And when was this?

January 25th. You see, I remember that because I asked you

to go for a drink that night and you had a Burns thing to go to,

and then I made a bad joke about the bard.

That is not in the notes.

I know but... No.

OK.

So, January. Pretty quick engagement.

When you know, you know.

So, Mr Lindsay, how do you explain getting engaged

so soon after losing your previous fiance?

I'm going to the bog.

He means... I know where he's going.

We probably should cover that whole thing about your fiance.

So, can I bring my things to your place tomorrow?

Is that necessary? I mean, we are getting married.

Is that not enough?

I am paying you. This is part of the deal.

It's not forever.

OK. Thank you. Enjoy the rest of your...scoops.

So what do you think of Gary? He is cute, isn't he?

I thought it was just a fling. It is, but it helps that he's cute.

We good to go? You OK?

Right, you two up for some dancing?

I think I'm going to give it a miss. Why, because it's a gay club?

I promise you, you'll still get hit on.

Not as much as this one, mind.

Well, as fun as that sounds, I'm going to sit this one out.

Suit yourself. You coming?

You don't need her permission.

I promise you, he won't be late for work.

Come on, you know you want to.

Aye, all right.

I have got the hangover from hell.

Yeah, how was last night? Must have been a good one.

I didn't hear you come in. I stayed at Gary's.

Oh, right, course.

And did Patrick go the distance, or...?

Captain Sensible?

He didn't stay long. Left after one drink.

Alone? What?

Patrick, did he go home alone or... did he hook up with someone?

Why are you so interested in Patrick?

He works for me.

I just want to know if he's going to be reeking of booze or...

Half asleep because some hot guy kept him up all night?

Exactly. I don't want my clients suffering cos he doesn't know

what's good for him.

Well, if he got a lumber, he's been pretty quiet about it.

Right now, all I want is a shower and a coffee, in that order.

HE GROANS

Hey, Patrick!

You bailed on me last night. So, do I get an explanation?

Well?

That's the third time this week you've avoided

spending the night with me.

I just fancied a night out.

What are we doing here, Patrick?

What? You know what.

I don't want to get into this now.

When then?

If you've changed your mind about us, you could at least let me know!

Thanks so much for seeing us. When Jenny said there were no

appointments left, I thought that was us.

No problem. I'm going to write you a prescription for some antibiotics,

OK? See if we can get rid of this cough.

It's the cesspit we're living in that's the problem.

Even if your pills make it better, she'll be sick again soon enough.

What's happening with your living arrangements?

We're stuck where we are until they find us something better.

Any word on when you're going to get into your old place?

The Murdochs will never let us back in there.

We're stuck in our minging, damp, mouldy bedsit.

I'm just glad my Jenny's no' in it.

If she stays healthy and keeps earning a living,

we might be able to pay for somewhere better.

Well, Jenny's job's only temporary, though.

She's gonnae be starting university soon, so...

I want that for her, I really do, but...

well, uni will still be there next year, won't it,

once we get back on our feet?

I shouldn't lean on her. She's just a kid, herself.

But with Eileen gone, I don't have a choice.

Eileen Donachie?

Her and the lawyer guy were trying to help us

get back in the house, going up against Lenny.

You don't need Eileen. I can help.

But what can you do? You're just a doctor.

I could help you get your story across.

Single mother on benefits,

persecuted by a tyrannical landlord.

I could help you find a journalist, if you like?

Is there any chance I could get a couple of hours off

to help Cassie move her stuff? She said she only had a few things.

Why does she need help?

Right, what's your problem with this?

Last week, you didn't even know this lassie.

Now you're marrying her, and she's in our lives all of a sudden.

She's a stranger. It's no' forever.

And she's no' going to come between us.

Is that what this is about?

No. I just don't like it.

You don't need to like it.

You just have to put up with it. For me.

Where are you going?

To pick up some lunch, seeing as I'm going to be on my tod.

That's out of order, man, kicking a single ma and her wean

out on the street.

Aye, it was dead hard for him, I could tell. It's no' his fault.

Is he at least giving you some time to find a new place?

Aye, he said there's no rush, but see now that he's told me that,

I just feel like I'm pure in the way. I need to find somewhere today.

I've already phoned three places and they're all taken.

Where've you been looking? Just local.

Good.

I mean, you don't want to have to uproot your whole life, do you?

Well, I might have no choice.

Do you want me to help you look? No, it's fine.

It's dead nice of you but it's my problem.

You need to get back to your work anyway.

Angus owes me one.

He can manage on his own for a while.

Let's see.

Right, what are we looking for?

Two bedrooms, preferably ground-floor cos you don't want

to be lugging that pram up and down hunners of stairs.

And a wee garden for Hope.

Should I be worried that he'd rather go to a gay club than spend

the night with me?

Yes.

I've never had to fight for a guy like this before.

But, then, none of the guys I've ever slept with

have got to know me, so...

Maybe he's self-sabotaging cos he's been hurt in the past.

Or maybe he's just not that into you.

Thanks for the support.

Think about it. You guys are a brand-new couple, right?

You should not be getting out of bed for at least

another three weeks.

If it's this hard already, why waste your time?

Says the girl that's marrying for a visa.

You can have any guy you want. Apparently not.

Have you seen my bank card? No.

You need to move on. Don't let him mess you around.

Who's messing you around?

Just some guy. No-one you know.

Ooh, bagged yourself another love rat.

Why does that not surprise me?

Is he married?

Do you remember if I paid for that champagne last night

with cash or my card?

What's this doing here? What is it?

Patrick's gym card.

Oh...he must have left it here yesterday.

We were going through rotas. I'll give it back to him at work.

Speaking of which, you're going to be late and I need to meet Angus.

You're right. Yep, let's go.

I'll see you later. Bye.

Is there much more? It's got to look real.

I'm thinking of asking Angel to move out.

How come?

I'm not sure I want to leave her alone in my flat when I'm away.

Don't trust her.

All right.

I thought I could use the rent as an excuse, force her out.

Set it at a price that I know she can't afford,

then she'll have to leave.

That's a bit snide, is it no'?

If you want her out, just ask her. Be upfront.

She deserves to know where she stands.

I suppose you're right.

People should be upfront with each other.

What do you think of her?

Aye, she's a nice lassie.

Tell that to Kelly-Marie.

It's your choice. I just think you're being a wee bit harsh.

Is there something going on with you two?

Eh? She's been asking questions about you,

then I found your gym card down the side of the sofa.

I work with her.

So that's all there is to it?

Are you bi?

What?! Are you sleeping with Angel?

HE SIGHS

I don't know what's happening.

Is that why you invited me here?

So you're in a relationship with her?

I don't know what it is.

But you're seeing her?

I suppose. So you're bisexual?

Why does there have to be a name for it?

Why didn't you tell me? There was nothing to tell.

But all this time you've let people think that you were gay.

No, you decided that. But you never corrected me.

You said you'd been with guys. I have.

And girls?

But you failed to mention it?

Why would I? Because we're friends!

That doesn't mean I need to tell you everything that happens.

These other guys that you've been with, were they in prison?

You're just gay for the stay, and then one last hurrah with me

when you got out? Come on, Robbie...

And Angel? Really? Don't.

You're going to have to tell Kelly-Marie.

Look, who I see is my business, nobody else's.

It is when who you see is despised by most of your family.

That's no' my issue. Well, it soon will be.

Is that a threat?

Look, I don't know what your problem is with this,

but no' mine.

I don't need to explain myself to you.

DOOR SLAMS

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Yeah, that's me.

Sorry, who is this?

'A journalist?'

Says he's running a story about you illegally kicking a single-parent

family out on the street.

Wants a quote. So?

So, we're trying to secure a multi-million pound deal.

It's not exactly the kind of press attention that we need.

I suppose it could hurt the care home bid.

Buy him aff, make it go away.

If we're going to part with cash,

we might as well get a few column inches out of it.

What're you thinking?

We invite him to do a piece on the new venture,

an exclusive with Lenny Murdoch.

A puff piece?

It's better than an expose.

You think he'll go for it?

Everyone's got a price.

Robbie, it's me.

Sorry if I lost my head a wee bit earlier.

Give me a shout when you get this. Cheers.

You're late.

Aye, sorry.

If we were a couple, you might get preferential treatment,

but seeing as I don't know what we are... I was with Robbie.

He knows about us.

Oh, so there is an us?

Look, can we talk about this later? I've got a PT client.

Who?

Him.

Alasdair Quinn? Since when?

I signed him up yesterday. And is he paying you or does he just claim

this as part of his finder's fee for bringing all those geriatrics,

along with his free membership and his protein shakes?

Does it matter?

I'm just surprised to see him doing any actual exercise.

He normally just comes in, pretends to work out for five minutes,

then hits the showers. So?

So that's what I used to do when I was homeless.

Tenner says that old guy's got no fixed abode.

I've got a client to attend to.

Patrick, I was just having a laugh.

Mr Quinn, how do you fancy a personal training session,

on the house?

Oh, that's very kind of you but there's really no need.

Come on, you brought us all those new clients a couple of weeks ago.

It's the least I can do.

I'm happy working at my own pace.

Just a wee session. We'll look at your posture, your technique,

make sure you're not doing yourself any damage. What do you think?

I mean, Angel Delaney? It's like a sick joke. She's a minx.

After everything she's done to Kelly-Marie, messing about with Alex

behind her back. She can't be trusted.

Neither can Patrick, it would seem.

Me and him are meant to be pals. Good pals!

I can't believe that pair, sneaking around behind my back, lying to me.

Poor Kelly...

I mean, if she was to find out, I don't even think

she'd be able to handle it. Do you know what I mean?

Thanks.

What is he thinking?!

Right, OK, I think we'll just stop that there.

Have a wee break, let you get your breath back.

HE BREATHES HEAVILY You all right?

Can I have a word? I'm with a client.

Two minutes, please?

You good? BREATHLESSLY: Yes. Good stuff.

Did you hook up with someone?

What? Last night, at the gay club.

What, so do you think I went home with some guy?

I deserve to know where I stand.

It feels like we're a couple, but whenever there's even

the slightest mention of intimacy, it's like you freeze

and I don't see you for dust.

Don't judge me by your standard.

GROANING

Call an ambulance.

Mate, you're OK. Just relax.

Can you hear me?

Get the defibrillator!

I'm going to have to tell Kelly-Marie.

No, you don't. It's not your business.

Aye, it is. She's my best pal.

If she thinks that I've been hiding this from her...

How have you managed to make this about you?

It's what I do best. She's in a really vulnerable place.

She's already got trust issues. But Patrick doesn't want anyone to know,

so either way you risk losing a friend.

He's the one that's put me in this position.

Why are you so mad at him? Because he lied to me!

Because he told you he was gay and now he's not?

According to him, he never put a label on it.

Quite right. Labels shouldn't come into it. Love is love.

Gender shouldn't be an issue.

It's not about labels, it's about identity.

It's about hiding who you are.

So you just assumed he was gay when you met?

What? When you first met Patrick, what made you think he was gay?

You've slept with him.

Just once. It was ages ago.

Is that why you're so worked up about this,

because you still have feelings for him? No. No, not at all.

For something that was supposed to be a bit of fun,

this feels like it's turning into a drama I don't want to be part of.

I know, you're right. I'm sorry.

Let's just go shopping, as planned.

There's nothing a few soft furnishings won't fix. No. I...

I think I'd rather go shopping on my own, if that's all right.

Um, OK, sure.

Will I see you later?

You can see yourself out, yeah?

What do you mean he's no' coming?

He said he was going to help me tell my story.

But what does that mean? What other angle?

Aye, well, you can tell that joker I've a good mind

to report that sleekit hack and the chippy wrapper he writes for.

Aye, same to you, doll.

Can you believe that?

So we're stuck there? Leave some tea for your sister.

Hi, can I speak to Dr Jandhu, please?

So, where is he? Is he sick?

Who?

Bob! I was supposed to meet him for lunch,

but I've just been to the garage and it's all closed up.

He was there the last time I saw him.

Maybe he's away on a job. Mm.

I suppose I'll catch him later.

Can you ask him to give me a buzz? Will do.

Bob's going to do his nut.

'Hi, it's Robbie. Leave a message and I'll get back to you.'

How is he? He's just got out of tests.

Was it a heart attack?

I brought you these.

Cheers.

I'm sorry for what I said. I didn't mean it.

Are you having second thoughts?

No.

I want to be with you.

Ah, young love.

Mr Quinn, how are you feeling?

Lucky to be alive, thanks to your beau there.

It was the least I could do. I shouldn't have pushed you.

I'm sorry. Nonsense. You're a hero.

You hold on to that one.

Well, I'm trying.

Right, we'll let you get some rest.

Are you coming back with me or...?

No, I think I'm going to stay for a wee while,

just to make sure he's OK.

I don't think he's got anybody else.

It's not your responsibility.

I've been there.

OK, see you in a bit.

Put it away! You can't be giving things away for free.

You're my wife, I'm allowed to treat you. Just don't tell Alex.

My lips are sealed. Bye. Bye.

Dr Jandhu.

Oh, it's like that, is it?

Like what? Still on your high horse? My high horse?

No, no, I just don't have time for people I don't respect.

It doesn't bother you, mercilessly throwing out a single-parent family,

leaving them destitute?

Mercilessly? It's a business decision. A good one.

What?

I just don't like being wrong.

About?

Medical diagnosis,

questions on University Challenge...people.

I'm sorry to disappoint you. You could change that.

Why would I want to do that?

As much as I've enjoyed our little encounters,

you've made your position very clear.

What's it to you anyway?

It's my Marxist sympathies, remember?

The McLeans are my patients. I'm concerned about them.

Look, even if I did want to help, Lenny won't back down now.

I wouldn't have thought you'd let a little intransigence

get in your way. It's not in my way.

Any other day, it might be worth a shot, but we're close to securing

a major deal. We've got the press coming to Amber Cabs to do a piece

on the new business venture.

Now's not the time to show any weakness.

Well, what's done is done.

Look, I better get back to my patients, the ones I can help.

Good luck with that interview.

Thanks.

It wasn't that bad.

It was minging. And it's miles away. I told you it was a waste of time.

All it needs is a good clean.

And at least there wasn't any dampness.

I really think you should stay local,

so you've got folk around to help you with Hope.

Yeah, but there's nowhere decent I can afford.

I know where there's a decent room.

You'd have to stay with two guys, but they're a good laugh,

and clean, most of the time.

What, yours? I don't think so.

How? We've got a room. You could have it for free.

I'm no' a charity case!

And you wouldn't need to pack in your job.

No, I can't do that.

It's really nice of you, but it's no' fair on Angus,

or Ellie for that matter.

Ellie won't mind, and I can check with Angus.

I'll be absolutely fine in that place we saw today.

I'm going to ask him.

Well, you're wasting your time cos I'm going to take that flat!

Talk to the hand.

Oi.

A word.

I heard an old guy collapsed at the gym today.

Yeah, well, we're in control.

You sure about that? Cos I don't fancy getting sued.

We're not going to get sued. Did you or your staff know

about his condition before he started training?

Of course we didn't. Good.

Cos I've got a journalist coming.

He might want to take a look at my other business interests,

including your gym. If he does, play nice.

Or what?

If the reporter gets wind of what happened with the old boy...

Alasdair. His name's Alasdair.

..then Alasdair is to blame for what happened.

Do you understand?

Good. Cos I'm not going to have your incompetence

and negligence tarnish my reputation.

You can go now.

Right. Aye...

No, look, I'm sorry, babe,

I got called out to a pick-up in the East End.

I meant to phone you.

All right. Are you working later on?

Right, I'll come down the pub then after I have my tea.

All right. You too.

Are you at it with Stella?

What?

You just lied to Ellie. You weren't on a pick-up.

I saw you sneaking off in a taxi with Stella earlier.

We weren't sneaking anywhere. I just took her to view a flat.

So why did you lie about it?

Because it's Stella. I don't want Ellie jumping to conclusions.

But if it's completely innocent...

It is innocent.

Aye, for Stella maybe.

Drop it, Angus, all right?

You'll be moving her in here next.

No. No, tell me you didn't.

It's just until she finds her own place!

No way. I'm being serious. That's no' happening.

So it's all right for your fake wife to move a bunch of stuff in here,

but it's no' all right... For you to move your ex-wife in with her baby?

They're completely different things.

Stella's a pal, and she needs our help.

I know a love-sick puppy when I see one.

I don't know what you're talking about.

It's a bad idea.

I've already offered her the room. I can't take it back.

You don't need to like it.

You just need to put up with it, for me, all right?

Just be careful, buddy. This could get very messy very quickly.

Oh, hiya. Alrighty? Aye, I'm good. You?

Aye. Where's Hope? She's just sleeping the now.

You just packing up then, aye?

Aye, I got that place.

Oh, right. Nice one.

So you won't need to worry about me and Hope invading your space.

Aye, well, I spoke to Angus and... PHONE RINGS

Two seconds. That's the landlord.

Hello.

What do you mean?

Well, how much more?

I'm really sorry, I can't match that.

Thanks for nothing.

Bad news?

Somebody else offered more money, so he gave it to them.

Can he do that?

He's the landlord, he can do what he wants.

Don't suppose that offer still stands?

Aye, of course it does.

It'll just be until I find somewhere decent to stay on my own.

Thanks, Bob, you've been really good to us, I really appreciate it.

Nae bother.

Patrick.

Alasdair wanted me to grab some stuff, so I should really...

Hang on. I thought we were OK.

What were you doing with Alex?

Sorry?

Alex McAllister. I saw you with him earlier.

He wanted to talk to me.

Down some alley?

In private. What about?

Do you not trust me?

Is that why you won't...?

HE SIGHS

No.

I can't believe you're questioning me about this.

Well, how's this different to what you asked me earlier about the club?

Because, unlike you, I have made my feelings perfectly clear.

Look, we've only been seeing each other, or whatever it is,

for a week. It shouldn't feel like pulling teeth, so let's just...

Let's just go our separate ways.

I don't want to.

What do you want? Cos I don't have a clue!

Look, I'm sorry.

You wanted to talk, then let's talk.

Not here.

You'll find all the information you need in here.

Make sure you mention the stuff about Murdoch Enterprises

being one of Scotland's leading care providers.

Not a word about the persecution claims, yeah?

What's all this? You three look cosy. What you talking about?

Get rid of her.

Don't be wide, Buble. You stole my reporter.

Hey, Clark Kent, I'm Caitlin McLean.

We were supposed to meet today,

before you dinghied me for this pair.

I can still tell you my story if you want,

after you're done with Tony Soprano here.

I can share a few extra stories about him and all...

You've got about five seconds to get off my premises.

Or what? You're going to do me in

right in front of your pal from the paper?

I want my house back.

Our eviction was illegal, heartless and cruel.

Blame the rats.

That's a lie and you know it.

My wee lassie's sick cos of the cesspit they've stuck us in.

It's nothing to do with me.

Then I'll just have to tell your wee pal here

about how you mercilessly threw me and my family out on the street!

Mercilessly?

I warned you before about getting in my road.

Aye, I know, but now there's an independent witness,

who can testify that I was in here noising you up.

So if anything happens to me, he'll tell the police.

You're no' that stupid.

No. No, I'm not.

You know, if your brain exploded, it wouldn't even mess your hair.

Independent witness?

How do you think I got him in here in the first place?

Everybody's got a price.

So, out now.

This isn't over.

PHONE RINGS

DOOR OPENS

I might have had a patient in here.

Caitlin McLean. You tipped her off about the reporter, didn't you?

We...had a conversation.

You know, for someone who doesn't want to see me,

you show a lot of interest in my business.

My interest is purely in my patients' welfare.

And that's it? That's it.

The journalist that called me for a quote this morning,

you gave him the story, didn't you?

At first I thought it was the McLean mentalist,

but she's no' clever enough for that. You, on the other hand,

you've got the brains and the balls to try a move like that.

But don't go getting any ideas.

Such as?

That you're smarter than me.

Oh, but I am.

And you like it.

If I move the McLeans back in to Number 13, that makes you happy?

Very.

And no more messing with my reputation?

On my honour.

If I do all of this...?

I'll know I was right about you all along.

I have patients to see.

Yes, Doctor.

Everywhere I look I'm reminded of what a car crash

my life has become.

Every time I walk up those stairs to go home.

Every time I see Alex, and that tramp Angel.

Don't think about them. They're not worth the energy.

She's welcome to him.

The pair of them are cut from the same cloth.

They don't care who they hurt, as long as they get what they want.

If it makes you feel any better, I don't think that they're...

Their paths haven't crossed recently. Not like that.

Well, I hope they have. I hope they destroy each other.

You chose to go to a gay club last night instead of

spending the night with me. How do you think that makes me feel?

I just... I wanted to go out.

If you're struggling with your sexuality,

or you just don't like me any more...

..just tell me.

That's not what's happening.

I just...

I don't know.

I just...

I've never slept with someone that I really liked before.

Like, properly.

How is it different?

Because this matters.

You're not some random.

I don't want to ruin it.

I don't do relationships.

I just... I don't want things to go wrong.

Why would they?

I don't know.

I've got...stuff.

Everyone's got stuff.

Not like me.

You think you've got the monopoly on emotional baggage?

Adopted.

Parents had a kid of their own, preferred her.

So...how long have you got?

Abandonment issues, trust issues, intimacy issues...

You don't have intimacy issues.

You'd be surprised.

I can just go out and sleep with any guy.

It's been a long time since I've wanted more.

Why me?

Because we have a connection.

And I trust you not to hurt me.

It might not seem like a big deal, but...

No...

..I get it.

You can trust me.

I don't know what you're scared of, but you don't have to be.

We can go as slow as you like.

We can do whatever you want.

I know it doesn't feel like it now, but things will get easier.

I'll be with you in a minute.

Can we go somewhere else?

With pleasure. Do you want to come to mine?

Angel's no' going be there, is she?

She's at work.

Don't worry, I'll be gentle. I won't hurt you.

Actually...

I can't do this.

Are you OK? Stop pushing me.

I'm not, I'm...

You have got to be kidding me.

Did you know about this?

Not till this morning.

Kelly... Shut up, Patrick!

My husband not enough for you, no? Kelly, please...

I can't believe this!

Did you do this on purpose?

What do you take me for?!

Are you OK?

I need to talk to her.

Patrick... Patrick, wait!

Just give her a minute.

DOOR OPENS, BELL JINGLES

Ah, our hero.

Are you going to visit Alasdair?

Yes, Molly and I will be leaving shortly.

Could you take this?

What is it? He asked me to grab a couple of things from the gym.

I was supposed to go back to the hospital, but... Well, I can't.

OK. Yeah, we can pass it on.

Good, thanks.

There's something else you should know.

So you're living in the shop?

We agreed we'd tread carefully.

I only said that to stop you bumping your gums.

Is it true? You're homeless?

Temporarily, yes. How did you find out?

Patrick suspected something.

I think he was trying to help.

Then we found your sleeping bag in the back shop.

Why didn't you tell us that you'd nowhere to live?

I felt...foolish, a man of my age.

Well, Molly and I have discussed it and...

You're coming to live with us.

Oh, no, I couldn't possibly.

Well, look, you can't keep kipping on the floor of the charity shop.

Not in your condition.

I wouldn't want to impose.

It's not an imposition if we're inviting you.

But it's only till you get on your feet, mind.

Understood. Thank you. And I'm not playing nursemaid.

If you need help, the social can send somebody.

I'll be fine.

But, wait a minute...

All the rooms in your flat are taken.

Just you leave that to us.

SHE SIGHS

Your gran's chucking me out. Eh?

She's just evicted me by text message!

"Need you to move out for a while.

"Giving Alasdair your room, just till he finds his own place,

"or dies, whatever comes first. Mega LOL."

Mega LOL?

She never wrote mega LOL. Aye, she did.

Your gran's a legend, man.

I can't believe she told me by text message!

Look, I know we decided that staying in separate places

would be healthier, but I don't suppose

I could maybe move in with you guys for a bit?

With us? Not into your room, into the spare room,

just till Alasdair moves out of Molly's.

Or dies. Mega LOL.

What do you think?

Obviously you both need to be OK with it.

It's all right with me. The more the merrier.

What do you think, Bob?

Eh...

Look, I know how protective you guys are of your man space.

I shouldn't have asked, sorry.

No, course you should. It's fine.

It's just... Have you got keys there

so I can dump my stuff while the wean's sleeping?

Eh?

What's up?

Nothing.

Is there a problem with me moving in or something?

Here, take mine. You sure?

Aye, on you go. Do you want a hand?

No, I'll manage fine. Cheers.

Stella's moving in with you?

Just for a bit.

Stella, your ex-wife Stella?

She's a pal.

I'm away to powder my nose.

This seems like something you might want to mention

to your girlfriend before you offer.

It was a spur-of-the-moment thing. I'm sorry, I should have asked you.

Why would you ask me, Bob? Clearly my opinion counts for nothing.

That's not true. Your ex-wife and your girlfriend become homeless

and you choose her. I didn't know about you when I said to Stella.

Would it have made a difference?

Alasdair's no' going to get out of hospital tonight,

so that gives you time to find somewhere. I'll help.

And you can kip in my room for a bit, if you need to.

With my boyfriend and his ex-wife and her screaming wean?

No, you're all right.

Hi, what can I get you? A small white wine, please.

'Are you sure that's what was happening?'

It was obvious, Ma.

DOOR CLOSES

Kelly, I'm...

I'm sorry.

Look, it's OK.

Cos I want to help you.

I want to help you see what she's doing.

She's manipulating you. Kel, she's not...

No, you're just blind to it.

She's really got a hold on you.

That's not how it is.

I like her.

Well, that's up to you.

You want to be with her? I cannae be in your life.

Kelly! You're not serious?

If Alex hadn't been at it with her in the back of her van,

I might not have been on my own when Martina pushed me down the stairs.

I might not have lost my son! So the choice is yours.

DOOR SLAMS

'You want to run that by me again?'

I think we should move the McLeans back into number 13.

I know you think this will hurt us...

It WILL hurt us.

Makes us look like we're backing down.

Makes us look weak.

It doesn't have to. Not if we turn it to our advantage.

Oh? And how are we going to do that, genius(?)

Mwah! Lenny Murdoch's a pure hero.

Me and my kids were living in squalor,

and when he heard about the conditions that we had to endure,

he said, "No more. This family deserves better."

So he generously reached out and provided us with a home.

He's taken us under his wing,

just like Daddy Warbucks did for wee Orphan Annie...

Are we done here? A couple more, please.

If your rent comes in a penny short or a day late,

you're out on your ear, you understand?

We're done. Cheers.

Right, come on.

Are you happy now?

Yes.

Have dinner with me.

I can't.

But you want to.

I can't.

I was married to the wrong person too.

It's not good for your health.

We're not so different, me and you.

We both use people to get what we want.

I don't have what I want.

Darling, what you said earlier about Patrick,

you didn't mean it, did you? I don't want him staying here.

Kelly, please don't...

Ma, he's made his choice.

I sent him away once. Don't make me send him away again.

You're not thinking clearly,

cos if you were, you wouldn't ask me. I am thinking clearly.

More than I have done for months.

No, you're not, hen.

You're still grieving.

And...

And what?

You know you can talk to me about anything.

I don't want you to go through anything on your own.

Going through what?!

The mood swings, the sickness.

I can see the signs.

Are you serious? What, you think I'm pregnant?

It explains how you've been so crabbit lately

and how you reacted the way you did with Patrick.

The reason I'm being so crabbit is not

because I'm pregnant or hormonal, it's because I've lost my son.

And my heart's broken and everything I had is gone.

Patrick knew what Angel did to me,

how she humiliated me with Alex,

so, obviously, if he doesn't care about that,

why should I care about him?

Babe, I'll help you find somewhere. I don't need your help.

I've sorted something with my sister, so don't you worry, OK?

All right?

All right?

Have you seen your ma or Kel?

No. How?

I just wondered.

BOB SIGHS

What's up with you?

Women. My heid's mince.

Here, have you...

..ever...

Have you ever wanted something, but not wanted it at the same time?

Aye.

How do you work that out? What?

In your heid?

Nae idea, mate.

Right. Good chat, mate.

PHONE RINGS

I need you to stay away from my Patrick.

Sorry? That boy, he's been in and out of care his whole childhood.

He's not had a happy life, between that and the jail,

but he's got himself together now, and I'm not letting you ruin that.

I'm not trying to ruin anything.

I care about him.

Oh! You're not capable of caring about anybody but yourself.

That's not true.

You might think you can throw yourself at any man you want,

but not my boy. He's too good for the likes of you.

And don't think about forcing him to choose between you and his family,

because he'll not choose you.

I'm not trying to force him to do anything.

He'll not choose you,

so just do us all a favour and walk away...

before anybody else gets hurt.

Or so help me, God, I will make your life hell.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Can I come in?

That depends.

Are you going to rant about Patrick and Angel? Who?

I know I went off on one earlier.

I'm a nightmare.

By way of apology,

how about I treat you to a romantic dinner up the town,

just the two of us?

Good food, good wine, great company!

Thanks, but no thanks.

Why not?

I told you before, I'm not into drama.

No drama. Scout's honour.

Come on. We've been having fun, haven't we?

Don't let this spoil it.

Be honest with me. Are you still hung up on Patrick?

No. I'm not.

Then what was today about?

Why the over-reaction?

He didn't trust me.

He's got this whole other side to his life

that he chose not to share with me. Isn't that up to him?

We're friends.

He knows everything about me, he's seen me at rock bottom.

I thought I knew who he was.

We've all kept parts of ourselves hidden from people.

Not people we trust. I trust my parents,

but I didn't tell them I was gay until I was nearly 30.

Not everyone is as comfortable as you,

wearing their sexuality on their sleeve.

It's one of the things I love about you,

but other people struggle.

I don't know Patrick but he seems quite guarded. Am I right?

Fort Knox has got nothing on him.

So it's not in his nature to share every detail of himself.

It doesn't mean he doesn't trust you.

When we slept together, he was just a guy in a club.

I was in a really bad place,

and he was there.

THEN we became friends.

That's all there is to it.

Even though I haven't really been a good pal...

No, you haven't.

Have you had a conversation with Patrick about any of this?

A conversation that involves listening? No.

Call him.

Fix it.

THEN you can take me out to that fancy restaurant of yours.

'Sorry I was a total diva.

'I don't know if you've sorted things with Kelly yet,

'but if you need somewhere to sleep tonight, you can stay at mine.

'I'm going to stay at the Ship with Gary,

'so you and Angel can have the place to yourselves.

'Anyway, give me a call tomorrow. Hope you're OK.'

Hi.

What's going on?

What does it look like?

Like you're leaving.

Got it in one.

So that's it?

First sign of trouble and you just throw in the towel?

I'm doing you a favour, trust me. Hey, stop.

Stop!

Talk to me.

We talked before, you said you cared about me,

but then you can't even bear to touch me, so...

That's not true.

What happened earlier?

One minute we're kissing,

the next you look like you want to puke.

Look, I am sorry I want to go to bed with you.

I am sorry that is something I enjoy.

I am sorry I need that validation to feel good about myself.

Your...your family hate me

and they're going to make you choose,

and obviously you're going to choose them...

So you jump before you get pushed?

You're better off without me.

This was never going to work.

What makes you think I'm going to choose my family?

Because it took you almost 20 years to find them.

And because no-one ever chooses me.

I don't want you to do something you're not ready to do.

Are you sure?

Wait.

Can we leave them open?

So I can look at you.

# Painted faces fill the places I can't reach

# You know that I could use somebody

# Yeah

# You know that I could use somebody

# Yeah

# Someone like you and all you know

# And how you speak

# Countless lovers under cover of the street

# I know that I could use somebody, yeah... #

DOOR CLOSES

# ..You know that I could use somebody

# Yeah

# Someone like you, oh-oh-oh

# Oh-oh-oh

# Someone like you, oh-oh-oh

# Oh-oh-oh

# I've been roaming around

# Always looking down at all I see... #

I do like you, Alex. I like you too. But it's better like this.

Better or easier?

What are you saying? I'm saying that we're having an affair.

Lenny, have I done something to upset you? Have you?

You do know that it was Eileen Donachie that grassed me up? Oh...

You don't seem surprised. No, I am, but...

I guess you're just a better judge of character.

I gied you the chance to tell the truth

but you didnae take it.