26/07/2011 River City

-The whole place is turning into a ned magnet.

-Any chance of a pint or what?

£2.70, thanks, mate.

-No worries, Bananas, it's on the house.

-Oh, yeah?

Ask your gaffer if you don't believe me.

Stay away from me, Jimmy!

Me and Madonna!

Scarlett...

Stevie, it's me.

# Drive boy, dog boy

# Dirty numb angel boy

# In the doorway boy

# She was a lipstick boy

# She was a beautiful boy

# And tears boy

# And all in your innerspace boy

# You had hand, girls boy

# And steel, boy... #

-Shouldn't you be at the arcade?

-Only if you come with me.

What will I do?

-I'm sure I'll think of something.

-Down, boy!

# ..But she smiled at you

# Boy... #

Hiya!

-Whoa, whoa. Sorry, mate. Sorry.

-CAR HORNS BLARE

-Hey.

-Hey.

-At least nobody can say you're over-burdened with it.

-With what?

The work ethic.

I've been distracted!

-Aye.

-Didn't take much distracting, though, did you?

No, that's true.

You are gorgeous!

Thanks. You're not so bad yourself.

Right, I'm off to the bank.

-Hold the fort, will you?

-Sure.

STEVIE CLEARS HIS THROAT

All set?

Aye, I think so.

Hey! How's the gambling business?

-All right.

-Making money?

-It's early days.

You need any advice, you know where to come.

The crucial time in a new business is the first month. It's when you find out if...

I'm sorry, I really need to scoot. I'll catch you later, OK?

-Where does that go?

-There.

That's it, well done!

Right, I won't be long.

Just a few things we need, then you can get off.

There's no rush, I'm on nights this week.

I could give you a lift to the supermarket if you like.

No, I'll get the bus and get a taxi back.

-Scarlett, I'm a taxi driver.

-I said no.

-Listen, take this.

-I don't want your money.

-Come on.

-I'll get some shifts at the pub.

-You don't have to do that, darlin'.

Don't you darlin' me!

And get this into your head - I'll never rely on you for anything again.

You've got to be a wee bit gentle with the beer.

Just tilt the glass a bit like that, aye.

Mate, nobody'll wait half an hour for a pint!

Don't worry, you'll soon get the hang of it.

You sure about this?

-Just takes practice.

-No, I mean about offering me a job at all.

-Yes, I'm sure.

-What about your missus?

You let me worry about her.

Your funeral.

Probably. Come on, try another one.

Mate, look...

Oh! Hi, there.

-Not at work?

-Yeah, yeah.

Just taking a break.

-Tea?

-Oh, yes, please.

Things'll be quiet in the mornings, mmm?

Yeah, suppose so.

Leo needs to start getting his act together, though.

I've left him in charge.

Oh, dear.

Brotherly love being strained, is it?

No.

I wouldn't say that, it's...

it's just...

Joanne?

She there now?

-Yeah.

-Thanks.

So...

..you still have feelings for her?

No!

Well, I don't think so.

Come on, now, something's bothering you.

No, I'm fine, Liz. Honestly.

Tell me, Gabriel, would you say your relationship with Joanne was...

..primarily a physical one?

Er, no. I liked her.

I mean, I do like her, but it's just...

Physical union...

..can have a powerful spiritual element, too, I find.

Right.

That's why, of course, at times it can be difficult differentiating between the two sides.

You have to ask yourself, Gabriel, is it love with Joanne, or...

..is it simply lust?

You've been round the block once or twice, then, eh, Liz?

Some people seem to forget that us old folk were young once, too!

So...

tell me about the bad girls...

..in the good old days.

Where to start?!

Right, these shelves here, that's your splits, OK?

There's your nuts, and your crisps.

What about that lassie? Is she in the day?

-Zinnie? Aye, she's coming in.

-Yeah, I don't think she likes me.

-Well, you didn't exactly make a good first impression, now, did you?

-Nah.

Mind you, Zinnie's a breeze compared to that Imelda Marcos up the stair.

Is that right?

You know, I thought it was, then I said to myself, "No.

"Even Raymond wouldn't be that dumb."

-What in hell's name is he doing here?

-What's it look like?

Well, it looks like he's working here but that can't be right,

because that would make me very, very angry.

And you don't want to make me very, very angry, do you, Raymond?

BABY CRIES I might.

Upstairs. Now.

When I'm ready.

What cesspit did you crawl out of, slimeball?

-How you doing? Good to see you.

-Say hello to your new colleague.

What?! Does Eileen know?

Never you mind!

-Let bygones be bygones, eh?

-Drop dead!

That'll be a no, then?

In ten minutes' time, open the doors. I'm away to face the forces of hell.

Aye, good luck.

-Want me to pick her up tomorrow from nursery?

-No, you're all right, I'll get her.

-Oh, and by the way, I'll have your house keys back. I need them as spares.

-Oh.

-All right?!

-Ta. Jimmy was just going.

Oh, right. I wanted to catch the two of yous,

I've got an invite for me and Tattie's wedding for the two of you and the wean.

Well, it's only fair. I mean,

he was family when we got engaged.

And he is Madonna's dad so we've got to be grown up about it, eh?

That's great, Bob, thanks.

I better be going.

What?!

Nothin'.

He ripped you off!

He had reason to. I was abusive to him.

-You were abuse...?!

-He's a kid that's never had a chance, Eileen.

He's on probation now, he needs all the help he can get.

You're a publican, not a social worker!

I know altruism isn't your strong point, Eileen,

but what you've got to understand is no-one's ever put their trust in that kid, and I think he deserves some.

You deserve each other, that's for sure. You'll regret it, Raymond.

Yeah? We'll see!

Ah! Oh!

You OK?

OK?

OK, Jimmy?!

I'm not even married to her and she treats me like a dog.

A hen-pecked husband? That would be status in my book!

You're looking at the loser who shares a bedroom with that woman,

minus the conjugal rights!

And what's really pathetic is that this sad sack's actually grateful!

So, yeah...

everything is absolutely, totally, indisputably OK!

No, I...

meant with your toe.

Sorry, just go and sort out the chairs or something.

Since when are you the boss?

When Raymond's not here, I'm in charge, so get on with it.

Cor, I feel like a proper Charlie, I do! Sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned his name.

Here, I heard you've got the hots for big Charlie, but he dingied you.

What?! No, actually, if you must know I needed a job and I used him to get it.

-Aye, right! Has he send you a postcard yet?

-Just get the empties!

No? Well, I suppose wee Annie'll be keeping him busy, eh?

I heard she can't keep her hands off him.

-Oh!

-Easy tiger!

-Look what you made me do!

Don't panic, you'll soon get the hang of it!

Jo, can I have a word?

-Look, Gabriel, it's all been said. I really...

-No.

-I wanted to apologise.

-Sorry?

I wanted to apologise for any hurt I may have caused you.

Don't flatter yourself.

You didn't hurt me, you just hacked me off.

Well, in that case, I'm sorry.

What's brought on this sudden rush of humility?

You and me wanted different things.

I'm in a better place now.

Me going out with Leo's screwing with your head, isn't it?

-Too bad.

-No, that's what I'm trying to say, it's not.

I mean, it did, but it's not any more.

You and Leo, you're better suited.

Honestly.

And how did you find yourself in this better place?

By a surprising route, really.

But the important thing is, I'm there.

Yeah, well, I'd love to hang around here all day

and talk about your new found self-awareness, but I must dash.

-You've got a short memory!

-Come on, Scarlett...

How many times have I helped when you were short-staffed?!

It's not about that, I just took Stevie on this morning!

I have Charlie and Annie to consider. I can't take shifts off them and give them to you.

Oh, so some wee ned takes priority over me?

I'm helping someone. I thought you'd appreciate that.

I appreciate I don't have a man to help me support my daughter!

Right, I don't mean to be harsh, but that was your choice.

My choice?!

I didn't have a choice! Have you forgotten what happened to Madonna?!

I can't do this here.

-It's hard enough for me already with Jimmy in the spare room.

-Aye, well, chuck him out!

Wait a minute. Jimmy's put you up to this, hasn't he?

-No, he hasn't.

-Aye, cos I told him this morning. He's come to you and told you to rubber me.

It's true, isn't it?

-I swear to you, Jimmy never mentioned it.

-He's up the stair?

-No, he went out.

-So he's got you lying for him now?

Scarlett, please, take it easy, would you?!

I'll think about things, but I just can't make any promises.

Thanks a bunch, Raymond(!)

Here, I don't want to be any bother, man. See, if it's easier for you...

Stevie...it's fine.

Scarlett and Jimmy's problems won't be magically solved by her getting her job back here.

Why do you do it?

Do what?

Help folk like me and Jimmy? Mate, you don't need the grief.

No, but the thing is, Stevie,

I've got this long-standing debility that gets me into these situations.

-What's that?

-I'm a sucker for a sob story.

Everyone's a winner, but you can't win unless you play!

-Thanks a lot, Gabriel.

-Don't thank me, kiddo.

-The deal is I get the money back eventually.

-Aye, cheers.

-Don't tell your dad, mind.

-Don't worry.

"Gambling's the devil's work." He should be minister.

He could be like the new Reverend, IM Jolly.

"Hullo!"

Ha. Brilliant!

Gabe, it's illegal, they're underage.

I don't think we're due to have police raids soon.

I'd rather face the cops than the wrath of Michael!

-Big time.

-It's not funny!

Maybe you should both be thinking about your licence.

-Anyway it's not raids that they do, they send out undercover people.

-The walls have ears!

He's being irresponsible.

It's cool. Jeez, Jo. You're a bit of worrier, aren't you?

-I just think you should be more careful, that's all.

-Yes, ma'am.

I've got no doubt Jimmy's behind it.

Why would he do that, Scarlett? It doesn't make sense.

It's to make me take money off him so I'd be dependent on him.

You don't take subsistence from Jimmy?

I have been, but I've decided I'm not gonnae be in his debt.

-Scarlett, he wants to provide for his daughter. Let him help you.

-I'm not having it!

-I don't think that's fair to Jimmy or you.

-Whose side are you on?!

I'm just thinking what's best for you and Madonna.

-Sorry, Gina, I didn't mean to bite your head off.

-You're just stressed.

Tell you what,

why don't we go up town for a bit of retail therapy, eh?

-Serge can look after this place. Come on, what do you say?

-I'm skint.

So we'll go to the pound shop. It's just about getting out!

Molly's got Madonna now, I'd need to ask her.

Now's your chance.

-Oh, there we go! There she is!

-Hiya, sweetheart!

Molly, would you mind looking after Madonna a bit longer?

-I want to take Scarlett up town and buy her a cocktail.

-But I've got my bingo.

Do you not think Scarlett needs a wee break?

I never miss my bingo.

It's OK, Gina. It doesn't matter.

Come on, Molly, just this once. It's not going to kill you.

Well, I don't suppose it would.

Great! Thank you, darlin'!

-Nae bother.

-You sure, Mum?

Aye!

Serge, free coffee and ice cream on the house for Molly, eh?

Cannae wait(!)

Never played before, eh?

Just got lucky.

You're a hustler, pal.

Don't take this the wrong way, but did I get this gig just to spite Eileen?

Maybe at first it was done to spite her, aye.

But, no, there's more to it than that.

See, meeting you...

it's got me thinking about other stuff.

Like what?

Well, me and Eileen,

we've got a grown-up son from when we were married.

And when he was about the same age as you...

..I think we let him down really badly.

What happened?

We'd been split up for a couple of years and...

he got ill.

Mentally ill.

Things escalated, and...

..he ended up in an institution.

-Sorry to hear that, pal.

-Yeah.

Eileen always maintained it would have happened anyway, but...

I can't help wondering

if we'd tried harder to stay together,

to be the good parents that the boy deserved...

We'll never know.

No offence, Raymond, but how does all that fit in with me?

To tell you the truth, I'm not actually sure myself.

Maybe it's just that I know how vulnerable people can be pre-judged and condemned out of hand.

So maybe I'm just putting myself in your position.

Now you're the one who's pre-judging.

You've got me down as the usual schemie from the broken home, right?

The battered maw, the alky da? Never had a chance?

No, I'm just saying I...

know how easy it is for some folk to get pigeon-holed.

My dad's a builder, right, and my maw's a schoolteacher,

and they both live in a nice wee house that he built.

They're not to blame for me becoming a junkie.

I was dealt a right good hand when I was young, I just messed it up all by myself.

-You still in touch with them?

-Nah.

Cheated, lied and stole from them for years.

I had umpteen last chances.

Everybody's got their limits, know what I mean?

Yeah. Sorry.

Don't be.

And whether you gave me this job for the right or the wrong reasons, mate, I still appreciate it.

Thanks.

Five spot!

Hey, get back to work!

Nae bother!

Nudge it. Nudge it!

Shut up, you're putting me off!

-Oh!

-You're too slow, you could be missing jackpots!

-You're not getting my jackpot!

ANGRY SHOUTING

Oi! Stop that!

GLASS SHATTERS

Hard man, eh? Come on!

Yaaaaa!

What the hell's going on?

THEY SHOUT

-Put that down and I'll fight you.

-Nah!

Leo, leave him, he's just a boy!

-Nah, I'm going to do him!

-We need to get Michael.

Adeeb is hurt. Calm down.

-Go! Just go!

-Let me go!

Leo, calm down! Leo, calm down! Just calm down!

You better move! I'm calling the police!

I'm warning you!

I'm warning you!

-Gabriel, is everything OK?

-Look, Adeeb's been hurt, I need to get to Michael.

Is everybody OK?

I'll replace your drinks. I'm really sorry about this.

So...you know that guy?

What?! Don't talk daft!

You should've seen Adeeb! He just went for them, it was fantastic!

Fantastically stupid!

Right...

Keep that on him for a couple of minutes.

Very brave, darling, but next time just...run away, OK?

-Uncle Leo sorted them out!

-All right, Conor, enough.

-Hey, I've still got a nudge left!

-Hey, come here.

TALKBACK ON POLICE RADIOS

You let them gamble.

-I made that clear, that was not to happen.

-Uncle Leo didn't know, we just snuck on!

-That's right. You can't blame Leo.

-Thanks, guys, I appreciate it, but we all know that...

-It was my idea.

-No, Gabe, that's not needed.

-I accept responsibility.

-Is anybody telling the truth?

-Want to get your stories straight?

-I made a mistake. Won't happen again.

-Too right, cos they won't be back!

-No, Dad, that's not fair!

-Shtoom! Or you're grounded!

This place should have a public health warning above the door. Right, you lot, home - now.

-Reverend IM Jolly strikes again, eh?

-Shh, you!

So...who's your friend?

I told you, I don't know him.

-It didn't look like that to me.

-You're mistaken.

I don't think so.

Business as usual?

Absolutely.

Heard about your bother.

-Nothing we couldn't handle.

-Aye.

I'm just wondering if you need any help with anything. I used to do security.

I don't do it any more, like, but I could probably arrange something, make some recommendations.

-That's really great of you, Lenny, but we'll be all right.

-OK. You boys need anything,

-you let me know.

-Will do.

Nice guy.

Aye.

Oh, here's your daddy, look!

Molly.

-Hiya, sweetheart.

-You no' working today?

No, I'm on night shift, I don't start till nine.

Right. You couldn't do me a wee favour, could you?

-What's that?

-I was due to go to my bingo today, but Gina wanted to take Scarlett up the town.

I said OK, but...

-I don't think I should take Madonna without Scarlett knowing.

-Och, come on, Jimmy,

you're her daddy, of course you can!

Molly, I'm walking on eggshells as it is. I don't know.

Jimmy, I'm missing my bingo and this is your wean, is it no'?

Do you want your daddy to make your tea, darlin'?

Aah, she loves her daddy!

I can't take her to the Tall Ship flat and I've not got the keys for...our flat.

Don't you worry about that,

there's the spares. You can take Madonna home and there's plenty in the fridge for her tea.

See you tomorrow, sweetpea!

Scarlett'll no' be that long, Jimmy.

-Cheery bye!

-Come on, darlin', let's get you up this road, eh?

-Can I help you?

-I'm looking for the Brodie brothers.

-I'm Leo Brodie.

-A co-owner?

-That's right.

-Hear you had a wee disturbance this afternoon?

Who are you, mate?

Simon Wales, I'm a reporter for the Daily Sketch.

Ah, the Daily Scum.

What do you say to the local feeling that this arcade is, and I quote one resident, "A ned magnet?"

-No comment.

-Is it true you spent some time in a mental institution?

-Right, that's it. Beat it.

-Or that you had two tours of Afghanistan, is that right?

-Or that you're still suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder?

-We've got nothing to say. Now go.

I heard a rumour that your other brother, the doctor,

smoothed things over with the gaming licensing board?

Were they aware of the extent of your mental illness?

Easy, Leo, easy! Easy.

Would you regard your brother as stable?

This is private property. Leave now or I'll call the police. Leo, calm down.

So, are we next on your list?

-Eh?

-For trashing. You and your pals have done the arcade, are we next?

-What's she been saying?

-You might think Raymond's a bit of a soft touch but, trust me, I am not like him.

-You've got it all wrong.

-You knew one of them. Zinnie saw it.

-It's not true!

-I knew Raymond was insane to take you on.

-It's not like you think.

Well, we'll see what your pal upstairs thinks of his protege now.

You're a wee grass!

You people actually use that word? It sounds so criminal.

Not happening, Leo. I can't agree to that.

It's for the best, Gabe. I'm a liability.

We've got to think about Michael, how this affects his standing.

-Let's just see what the rag prints.

-We know what they'll print -

"Loony vet runs gambling den."

Yeah. Which is why we need to stand up to them and not cave in.

It's not caving in. I disappear for three months, you give them a statement

saying I've left the business, you're running it on your own, end of story, they'll leave you alone.

No, no chance. All this sticks in my craw.

We're in this together and that's the way it stays.

-OK, bro?

-OK.

But Leo, we've got to box clever here,

-so it's vital we keep our heads from now on.

-You can count on me.

Just tell the truth, son.

It'll be easier.

Do you know him?

Aye, I know him, but I can't tell you his name.

OK. How do you know him?

-I used to buy drugs off him.

-Right.

But he's not a...friend?

No chance, man. The guy's a psycho! He runs with that Maitland gang.

The Maitland gang? I've seen them in the papers.

-Aye, you wouldn't want to mess with them.

-I bet.

So Eileen's theory doesn't hold water?

Raymond, I swear to you, ever since I've been off the junk, that's the first I've seen that guy.

I believe you.

Cheers.

-So, are you beginning to see how this trust thing works, aye?

-Aye.

I guess it was just a random attack, then?

I don't think so. That guy I know, he doesn't do mindless vandalism.

How do you mean?

Somebody must've hired him, you know what I mean, to stick the frighteners on the guys that own it.

-Do you reckon?

-They're pros, they don't just do it for a laugh.

I should tell Gabriel.

Raymond, no, cos that would land me right out in the open.

I can't keep that to myself.

It's not fair on the Brodies.

Well, would you be able to hold off, then?

I'll see what I can find out.

OK.

Cheers.

I think your mummy's got lost, eh?

Must be buying up all those shops.

Right, bedtime for bonzo!

Let's run your bath. Good girl, there we are.

Whoa!

Right, water world, here we come!

-So that's it?

-The boy's explained it and I'm happy with that.

Have you told Gabriel yet?

-No, not yet.

-Why not?

Stevie needs time to find out who's behind this.

Stevie needs time?!

Yeah, I've given him that time and I'd like you to respect that, too.

Were you always this gullible, Raymond, or I just didn't notice?

-Oh, I'm sorry!

-We'll get barred!

Sorry about that, she's...

-Sorry about that.

-What'll it be, ladies?

Two Harvey headbangers.

What were they called again?

-Two G&Ts, Raymond.

-Aye, that'll be easier, two G&Ts.

-Coming up.

-No, wait a minute!

I want him to serve me.

He's the reason I can't get my job back, I want to see how good he is.

-Come on, son! Chop-chop!

-Scarlett...

-What?

It's only fair, is it no'?

Scarlett, I'm serving you, OK?

-Two gin and tonics.

-Nuh.

Don't want them.

Come on, Gina, let's go. We'll take our custom elsewhere,

to a bar where we're made to feel more welcome.

Good evening.

You refused Scarlett her job back on account of him?

Is that right?

Pathetic.

I mean, did you see that wee ned standing there?! The cheek of him!

Don't give him a second thought. He's not worth it.

You're no' wrong. Here, let's get a taxi and get back to that cocktail place.

I think we've had enough, darlin'!

-We did have a laugh though, didn't we?

-Aye, we did.

Why don't you come up to mine for a bottle of wine?

No, I need to get back, Scarlett, and so do you.

Molly will be wondering.

Aye, you're right.

-Bye!

-Night!

Here, Raymond?

Take no notice, son. Nothing changes.

No, no, I was just going to ask if I could go on a break?

-Sure.

-Right, cheers. I'll be back in 20 minutes, all right?

Sorry, Ma, got held up!

Hope I haven't kept you back.

What you doing here?

Where's Molly?

She's at the bingo.

-What?!

-Aye, I bumped into her in the street, she was with Madonna.

She asked me to do her a favour and look after her, so I did.

-Without asking me?

-I know, I'm sorry, I should've phoned you.

You'll be pleased to hear your pal Raymond put the kibosh on me getting my job back.

-What are you talking about?

-I know you spoke to him.

-No, I didnae!

-That was a spiteful, low thing to do.

-Scarlett, I never said anything to Raymond.

-Liar!

-That was the last straw for me.

-Eh?

I want a divorce!

You don't mean that. That's just the drink talking.

Is it hell, you cheeky swine!

I'm telling you, we're finished! Now, get out!

-Don't be ridiculous!

-Get out!

Wait a minute, that's the wee guy that was in here trying to con me out of money last week.

That doesn't surprise me, and now Raymond is employing him.

-What's he thinking about there?

-That's been a mystery to me for 30-odd years.

Is that Stevie one of the gang?

I don't know for certain, but there's no doubt he knew one of them.

Much they paying you?

Eh?

Go on.

Six quid an hour.

You're kiddin'?!

It's a job, Darren, and that's what I need the now.

-You're needin' your head looked at, workin' for that.

-I'll get by.

I need to stay clean and this job'll help.

You can't say you don't miss it,

-that you'd rather pull pints for losers?

-Darren, if I'd stayed wi' yous I'd be dead by now.

No, you wouldn't.

You just took a bit too much now and then. We can all do that.

Mate, I was a junkie! I was using more than I was selling.

No. Nobody moved more gear than you did. You were the man!

Aye, right, some man, eh?

We were a good team, me and you.

See this hit on the arcade? Who paid Maitland to do it?

-Dunno. Maitland never said and you don't ask.

-Can you find out?

How? What's up?

-The guys that run that pub, they know we know each other.

-How'd that happen?

The wee bird that works there, man, she saw us looking at each other and she grassed us in to the owners.

-So you grass back so can keep your poxy job, aye?

-No, no, it's not like that.

The guy Raymond that gave me the job, he's all right. I've landed him in it

-and I just want to help him out.

-No can do, Stevie boy, sorry.

You know Maitland. Even if I did find out and tell you, it wouldn't take long for him to work out who blabbed.

-Then goodbye, Darren.

-I'm sorry I asked.

-You should be.

Stevie, dump the pub. Come back in wi' me.

Cheers, Darren, but I can't go back to that, man.

You sure?

Mate, don't get me wrong. I miss it, you know what I mean, the buzz.

You'll no' get that working in a pub.

-Cannae do it, Darren.

-Fair enough.

-I better head back.

-Listen...

Good luck.

Cheers.

-You better go first, I'll wait here. See you about, eh, pal?

-Aye, cheers.

Raymond, we need to talk to you about the new boy.

Who told you?

Why am I even asking?

You all right, Jimmy? Been up seeing the wean?

Scarlett wants a divorce.

You're jokin' me?!

Just told me.

She cannae be serious.

She is.

Look, Jimmy, let's go sit down and talk about this, eh?

I've no time.

I've got to get to my work.

I'll see you later, Bob.

That's as much as I know about him. He got me junk, and that's all I cared about then.

Stevie reckons he'd definitely be on somebody's payroll for what he did today.

No offence, right, but are yous using that arcade to money launder?

What, are you kidding?

Sorry, mate, but, see, for money laundering, see the fruit machines,

they're right up there wi' minicabs, wi' sunbed shops, the lot.

-I wish we were that smart.

-See, I could understand it then.

Someone else in the dope trade, they're trying to muscle you.

-The cops must know him. Let's report him.

-You can't do that! He'd know I grassed!

-You'd get police protection, surely?

-Mate, what planet are you on? Protection for a junkie?!

-I'd get my head blew off and nobody would give a toss!

-Stevie, calm down.

Let's all agree that's not an option, eh?

Absolutely.

Maybe we should remember it could be a hell of a lot worse, if it wasnae for Rambo here.

Well, you can bet it'll be worse next time. Yous gettin' extra security, or what?

-No, but...

-Save it, Leo.

Look, Stevie, this is something you shouldn't hear. For your own protection.

-I mean, if you don't know...

-Aye, fair dos, I get it.

Should I go back down to the bar, then?

Hey, thanks.

Tell me what you know about Lenny Murdoch.

-Hey.

-Come in.

-Looking for a cab?

-No.

-Change your mind about security?

-No, it's not that.

I suppose that you could say I'm in a...state of disbelief.

Oh, yeah, it must have been a shock.

Oh, aye, it was. See, I'm not usually that slow on the uptake.

I don't get you.

What if I was to say that I knew who was behind the attack on my arcade today?

What have you got to say?

I'd probably say, "Who?"

And what if I was to say he was standing right in front of me?

Then I'd probably still say...

-"Who?" Is this role play or does it get real?

-Oh, no, it gets real, all right.

It was you.

Hmm.

Do you have a lawyer?

Because you might want to consult him about slander.

-I don't see the need.

-You know, defamation, scurrilous innuendo.

-I know what you did.

-And the advice he'd give you is to be very sure of your facts,

otherwise it could be incredibly expensive.

And, as we both know, you don't have any money.

-My brother does, though.

-What one, the nutter or the quack?

And the hack from the Daily Scum?

Nah. That's not going to work, either.

You're in the papers? Well, you know what they say? No such thing as bad publicity.

Tell me this...

why are you taking it so badly?

What, just cos you didn't get a wee piece of the arcade you're going to come after us?

Are you seriously suggesting I care that much about missing out

on some two-bit hole in the wall puggie place?

I'm a businessman.

You win some, you lose some.

You might think you're untouchable, but I'm warning you, wee man,

don't ever, ever, underestimate us.

The Fabulous Brodie Boys, eh?

HE LAUGHS

I've just bumped into Jimmy. Tell me it's no' true.

My mind's made up.

Scarlett, do you not think you've rushed into this? Maybe you should have...

No, you're wrong.

I've been thinking about this for quite a while now.

Can I live with a guy who's lied and cheated to his friends and family? The answer's no.

But everything he did, and I'm not saying he's blameless,

but everything he did was to provide for you and Madonna.

He put poor Deek put in the jail, or did nothing to stop it,

and that near destroyed my wee Bubba's business.

He poisoned Madonna, for God's sake!

You expect me to forget that?

It's just no' possible.

Nobody could be sorrier than him. I wish you could've seen him, he's a broken man!

Scarlett and Jimmy,

is that not worth fighting for?

I look at the pair of you and I think there cannae be a better couple in this world.

Scarlett and Jimmy.

Everybody envied what you had. I know yous fight like cat and dog,

but I've never seen two people more in love. So I can't accept, I won't accept, that it's over.

Jimmy stood by you all the way through your illness.

-D'you not think he deserves a bit better than this?

-Are you done?

-Aye.

-You can go.

I can only apologise about Eileen.

I did not want to put you in that position with the Brodies.

Don't worry about it. It's fine, honestly.

No, it's not fine, she had no right.

-That was pre-judging if ever I saw it.

-Ach, well, I'm sure she had her reasons, eh?

PHONE RINGS

Is it all right if I take this?

-Yeah, sure, go on.

-Cheers.

Darren.

When?

Aye. OK, right.

Right, cheers. Cheers.

-He called us that? Brilliant!

-Pretty cool, eh?

He likes to give the big stares, you know, Michael Corleone.

-You'd had him up in the air by the throat!

-Hey, we agreed, I don't do that any more.

I'm sorry, I forgot.

Anyway, there's no doubt in my mind now.

He's the Godfather?

No, he's a businessman.

-Come on, pub!

-That's an "offer I can't refuse"!

All right, guys?

Get a result?

We put our marker down, that's all.

-It'll be ongoing, this one.

-What you having?

Two lagers.

What's he doing here?

You getting what you need?

-Just canvassing the opinion of the good people of Shieldinch.

-Yeah?

Ladies and gentlemen, can I have your attention, please?

This guy standing to my right is a journalist for the Daily Sketch,

aka the Daily Scum.

Now, this is a rag renowned for dragging decent people through the gutter.

My paper is here to reflect the genuine concerns of several local people that I've spoke to

that this arcade is a haven for troublemakers.

That was made quite apparent by the disturbance today.

I understand that, you know, because it's my problem, too.

But earlier on this evening I discovered that this so-called

disturbance was, in actual fact, a piece of orchestrated violence.

And I've got every reason to believe that this guy and his putrid newspaper had a hand in it.

That's nonsense! It's unbelievable!

He is also attacking the character of my brother Leo, a war veteran

who has been dealing with, successfully, post-traumatic stress.

Now, that's how low these guys will stoop.

So I would be eternally grateful, ladies and gentlemen, if you would

do me the immense favour of telling this clown where to go.

CHEERING

I have every right to do my job.

And I've got every right to do mine. You're barred! Out!

Well said, son!

-I've hated that mob since the miners' strike.

-Cheers, Malcolm.

Ah, puts my blood up!

Fair puts me in the mood for a picket line.

What about yourself, eh, Liz? There's life in the old dog yet, eh?

You can't keep a good man down!

# I awake to find no piece of mind

# I said, how do you live

# As a fugitive?

# Down here, where I cannot see so clear... #

What you doing, son?

It's just what I was owed, honest.

Then why didn't you just ask me for it?

-Cos I didn't want you to know I was quitting.

-Quitting?

-Aye.

Listen, Eileen does not dictate who works here, OK?

That's not what it's about. I got a phone call from Darren.

He says word got back to Maitland that somebody had grassed.

So, answer me this - see that Gabriel,

who was he going to speak about when I left yous upstairs tonight?

We did say it's better you don't know,

so you're in the clear

-whatever happens.

-Raymond, it doesn't work like that.

Maitland wants somebody's scalp, that's why Darren asked me back into the gang tonight.

You were in that gang?

Aye.

I lied to you, mate.

Me and Darren, we sold drugs together.

I was a dealer as well as a junkie.

-You're not going back?

-No, no chance, man.

-Good.

-Because if I did, I'd be dead by the morning.

-Some pal.

No, wee Darren did me a favour. He knew I'd get it.

So what are you going to do?

Overnight bus to London. I've got a pal down there.

Stevie, there must be something we can do. I'll phone the police!

Raymond, I've telt you afore - a junkie being threatened?

They wouldn't care!

Here, take this.

-It's fine, mate, just give me my wages.

-Take it.

It's me that got you into this.

No, you didn't, Raymond. You know fine well it was me, I managed it all by myself.

See, I thought I was smart, but I don't think I'm smart enough to outrun them.

-Stevie, let me help you!

-You can't.

I'll leave by the back door.

I'll give you a lift.

I'm away, pal.

Let me know you're OK!

-Raymond, I...

-Don't worry...

..a truce has been declared. Hostilities will cease forthwith.

Don't be sarcastic.

No, I mean it.

I think I learned something important about myself today.

My expectations...

..are totally unrealistic.

Expectations about what?

Everything.

Family, work...

..love,

the lot.

That boy Stevie was a perfect example.

He just quit.

What happened?

It's a long story, I'll tell you later.

What was I trying to be? His saviour?

The arrogance!

Your intentions were good.

I should have given you more credit for that.

No, actually, you were right.

When he told me he was quitting tonight, and why,

I still thought I could sort things for him.

I am...delusional.

What you are is a good man.

But not your man, am I?

And I haven't been your man

for a very long time.

And there's a reason for that.

We're not compatible, Eileen.

We were never compatible.

-I wouldn't say never.

-Well, yeah, maybe, for about 15 minutes when we were teenagers.

20 minutes.

That's why I say delusional.

For years now,

I've had this notion that we were like star-crossed lovers...

..that our orbits would always keep on intersecting no matter how often we were parted.

That it was our destiny

to be together.

It's a lovely notion.

Yeah...

..but it's essentially pish.

You do make me laugh, though. You've always made me laugh.

Yeah, well that's how I got away with murder.

That's how wee Stuart's lying snuggled up next door.

Well, Eileen...

..it's time.

It's time

for me to let you go...

-..once and for all.

-Don't say it like that.

It's a positive thing.

It will be good for me,

and God knows it'll be good for you.

Don't tell me you don't agree?

Yes, I agree.

Give me some of that wine.

Cheers, Eileen.

Cheers.

# ..I'll be your shoulder

# Cos everybody craves something

# Everybody needs someone... #

-Where to?

-Sauchiehall Street, mate.

# ..Is this about you?

# Your love or my despair?

# What is this life for?

# Who shares the weight of the cross? #

-Late twice in one day?

-I had a puncture!

-And I've had enough!

I could be, like, an ambassador for the company.

You cannae be an ambassador,

you're an embarrassment.

-Scarlett!

-It's OK, darlin'. You're safe now.

-Of course she's safe!

It's your dad - had a word with me earlier on.

What did he say?

Look, it got kind of scary.

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