13/09/2011 River City

Counterfeit money, plates planted in the car.

Ring any bells?

-I don't know what you're on about.

-No?

-The police think I was involved, somebody tipped them aff.

-Look!

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

There's only one person I know stupid enough to pull a stunt like this,

and I'm looking at him.

Yeah, you didn't think I had it in me, did you?

Well, I hope they put you away for a very long time.

Don't you worry about me, son.

I'm going nowhere.

I've walked away from a lot worse than this before.

You?

You've no idea.

You don't know what you've done with your pack of lies.

Well, I hope you know how to pray.

GATE BUZZES

You don't have to do this.

Aye, I know, it's a terrible chore walking my daughter to work(!)

You know what I mean.

It's been a week and there's been no sign of...trouble.

Hey, wait!

Wait, I said.

Why didn't the alarm go off?

It's been disabled.

It doesn't look like anything's been taken.

This isnae a robbery.

This is a message.

Flesh + Blood.

What time did you get finished?

Four.

I've not been sleeping, so I'm as well out there earning.

Saving up for your own place?

-Jimmy's welcome here as long as he likes.

-I know that.

But Eileen's right, I need to get somewhere mair permanent.

DOORBELL RINGS

See. I'm just being practical.

I mean it, pal, I won't see you in some dump.

I've been putting it off for too long.

Kidding myself on I'm gonnae get back with Scarlett.

-Does she know your old pal McCabe is out?

-No.

Jimmy!

She's only just let me back in the house, I cannae risk that.

-Don't you think he might have a score to settle?

-With me?

Ach, he's got bigger fish to fry.

Visitor for you, Jimmy.

Inspector Donald.

What can I do for you?

Probably best we talk in private, eh, Mr Mullen?

Today. It has to be today or I'll be taking my custom elsewhere.

I didnae think so.

Call me back on this number.

-Who you talking to?

-I'm just getting a joiner to board up this windae.

Right, well we should leave everything where it is.

Why, you think the customers will think it's a new look?

I'm serious, Dad. Fingerprints, DNA.

We both know who done this.

Yeah. It's my shop and I want him arrested for it.

You really think that's gonnae happen?

If the police have enough evidence.

We gave McCabe to the police with guns and counterfeit plates and that wasn't good enough for them.

So what, then? Are you gonnae deal with it?

One word from you and I will.

No.

-The word is "no", OK?

-OK.

-What are we going do?

-This is intimidation.

-This is to try and put you on edge, make you scared.

-It's working.

It won't if we're not here.

You mean just leave?

Yeah, for a wee while. Couple of weeks, a month, somewhere warm.

Let Tom McCabe find somebody else to occupy his time.

-Sound good?

-Maybe.

First things first, let's get this glass cleaned up.

Have you got a brush in there?

Yeah, somewhere.

DIALS ON PHONE

Yeah, I'm looking for a joiner, Shieldinch area.

Ross was a clown.

We heard McCabe cut him adrift months ago,

but if he still thinks of HIM as a loose end,

imagine what's he gonnae do to the people who watched him merrily get dragged off to the jail for 20 years.

Well, I wasn't expecting a Christmas card.

You set him up, Jimmy.

Did I?

You will be looking over your shoulder for the rest of your life.

Unless you help me put him away. For good.

According to you I've already tried that.

I'm talking about proper channels, due process, sworn testimony.

And witness relocation.

In.

Uh-uh. No way.

If you get in we'll have a wee chat and then you'll be on your way.

If you don't get in, you'll be on the front of tomorrow's paper.

Do you need a hand?

Cheers, pal. You could chuck these out the back if you want.

Aye, no worries.

Have you asked him yet?

Give us a chance, Eileen, he's only just come down.

You need to learn to prioritise.

Forget about putting the tonics out

until we find out why the police were here.

I know my responsibilities. It is still my name over the door.

And it's my child sleeping under this roof.

If Jimmy's in trouble, I don't want him near my son.

Ahem...

Look, I was thinking. All things considered, it's about time I got out your hair.

It might be for the best.

-There's no rush, pal.

-I might have nae choice.

-Because of what Donald said.

-Aye.

-Are you in trouble?

I mean, are we talking about you going to prison?

Of course not! Right?

He's offering me witness relocation.

Seriously?

Aye. Stand up in court, give evidence about McCabe, I get a brand-new life.

Are you going to go for it?

I'm not sure if I'm through with the old one, but I've got today to decide.

Well, whatever you do, it's better you've decided to move out at least.

-Eileen!

-No, Raymond this isn't about leaving the toilet seat up or hogging the remote control.

If the police are offering Jimmy protection it's because they

believe he's in danger, and if he is then so's everyone he lives with.

And that includes Stuart.

Eileen, it never even entered my head about Stuart. I'm so sorry!

You don't need to apologise.

No, I do. I need to go. I'm gonnae get my stuff.

I'm not trying to score points.

This is serious.

Yeah.

I think I'm starting to realise that.

Relax, will you?

They're just making sure we're not disturbed.

-What is it you want?

-A conversation, pure and simple.

-OK.

Oh, that's good, you're happy with that. I'm so pleased(!)

As if you had any choice in the matter.

What?

You know something, Fraser? You are a wee weasel of a man.

That is good news for you, cos it means that a jury won't believe a word that you say.

You get my point?

-I think so, aye.

-Aye, course you do.

Weasels are smart.

-What is it you want to talk about?

-It's not a what,

it's a who.

Your friend and mine, Lenny Murdoch.

Found us anywhere nice yet?

I've not really looked.

I started to, but I just got thinking about the shop.

-Hey, don't you worry about that.

-No, I mean,

well, the way you were,

the way you understood it all - the alarm, the smashed record, saying it was a message.

You understood it because

you've done stuff like that before, haven't you?

Yeah.

-Wow.

-What?

I didn't expect a straight answer.

I'm not going to lie about the past, Amber,

but that's what it is - the past.

I cannae change it.

-No. I guess not.

-So, can we think about the now, where we're going?

Let's get some flights booked.

Fiddly wee things, them.

Subtle.

I was going for clarity, actually. You were asked to leave a week ago.

-I've been looking.

-Not hard enough.

Maybe she should put her own ad in.

"Sneaky, two-faced non-smoker seeks room in the West End.

-"Has own cauldron."

-Why don't you got to school?

-Why don't YOU go?

-OK, Nicole. We're trying to be civilised about this.

Is that what you call it? Does Leyla know what's happening?

Oh, I'm pretty sure Leyla knows.

That's my case!

All packed and ready to go.

Start making calls.

All right, Jimmy, how you doing?

How you doing, OK? You're looking great, darlin'.

-Aye, you want to see the bump!

-Bob!

-I'm just saying, it's showing already!

-A big fella, eh?

Aye. I wonder where he gets that from!

-We need to go, you will be late.

-All right, you're the boss.

Listen...

-you take care of yourself, OK?

-Aye, I'll make sure she does.

Good man.

There you go, darling.

Cheers.

So, you on the move?

Looks like it.

I couldn't see you having many cosy nights in at the Brodies'.

Understatement of the year.

-D'you know of somewhere?

-Not off the top of my head, no.

Stella, what about your place?

-What about it?

-This one's looking for a place

-and now that Charlie and Annie are together...

-Aye, but...

Does that not free up a room?

Naw, Charlie reckons he still needs his wee man-cave.

Och, well, I'll keep thinking.

Sorry.

Not a problem. I don't think I could stomach watching Grannie Annie

paw her toy boy on the sofa all night anyway.

It's a shame seeing other folk blissfully happy, isn't it?

Depends on the folk.

Here, what about Deek and Robbie?

What?

Well, I mean, wee Bob's still away...

maybe they could be doing with somebody, just short term.

Sounds great. I'll look into that, Gina, thanks.

PHONE RINGS

Amber Cabs.

Yes. Can you give me your address, please?

Howdy, partner.

With my size of stake in the business, do you not think "boss" is a better word?

I can think of a few things, actually.

-Put it on the desk.

-And here's me thinking it was urgent.

I'll look at it when I feel like it, I'm busy the now.

Oh, aye. You look rushed off your feet.

All right, Fraser? You look like you've seen a ghost.

Aye, very good.

I heard about Hola. Is Amber OK?

What happened?

Nothing happened.

She got a broken windae, nothing to concern ye. Either of ye,

And here was me thinking having Big Bad Lenny Murdoch in charge, that sort of thing wouldnae be a problem.

He's the funny guy.

Let's hear it, what are you really here for?

I told you, I was concerned about Amber.

That's very considerate of ye.

You wouldn't be sweating like that, if that was the case.

I know who sent ye.

Lenny, it wasn't my idea. Trust me, he didn't give me much of a choice.

What's the plan, eh? Scope out this place so you can wreck it like Hola?

No... I'm just meant to check up on you,

see if you're still Mr Legit Businessman and...

Report back tae him, is that it?

Aye.

I think we can do better than that.

You go back, you tell him I AM Mr Legit Businessman.

And I don't want any bloodshed, so I'm willing to make a one-off payment to settle our differences.

100,000 to leave me and my daughter alone.

Permanently. Got it?

-Yeah, got it.

-Hey.

I know you.

You try and make yourself a few quid out of this

I'm going to forget I'm a law-abiding citizen just long enough to put you in the graveyard.

Right, Jimmy, I've not got long.

I'll not keep you long. There's just...

just something you need to know.

Don't tell me, let me guess. You're out the Ship?

Well, aye, but...

I knew Eileen would get rid of you sooner or later. She doesn't

like folk hanging around that might tell Raymond to stand up for himself.

It's not quite as straightforward as that.

What have you done now?

It's what I did before.

What? Drugs?

-Funny money?

-Both. Everything.

Are you getting put away?

-Not exactly.

-Not exactly?

The polis have offered me immunity if I testify against McCabe in court.

Immunity and relocation.

-Relocation?

-New identity. The whole thing.

-Right, I see.

-No, you don't. It's not just me that gets it.

It's my immediate family.

We're getting divorced, Jimmy.

-It's not through yet.

-It's gonnae.

Scarlett, if...if I take this,

..I don't know when I'm going to see you and Madonna again. Maybe never.

You've got a nerve, Jimmy Mullen.

-What do you mean?

-This is you trying to get back with me, isn't it?

-No!

So you won't have to worry about visiting access with Madonna,

because we'll be all stuck together.

It's the only way I can keep you both in my life!

No, it's not.

Tell the cops you're not interested.

It's not as simple as that.

I know it's a lot to take in.

You're not kidding, Jimmy!

Scarlett, just, please, think about it.

I'll come back when Madonna's out of school.

You're giving me a couple of hours to decide if I want to change my life forever?

That's awful good of you.

It's the best I can dae.

-I'll give you my answer now.

-Please, don't.

Scarlett, just think about it, all right?

I'll leave this here the now.

£2.90, please.

And a white wine as well.

Oh, that's very kind, but I don't drink on duty.

I'm waiting on my daughter.

Oh. There's me thinking you were being generous.

Well, I wasnae. And that wine's no' gonnae pour itsel'.

-Hiya.

-Hey, angel.

That's the flights sorted, and there's a few accommodation options

I need to run by you before we book.

Do you mind if we do that later? I've got something to do.

-I thought we were having a drink.

-Yeah, I've just got something I have to do.

It's nothing bad. Just got to make sure the cabs and the arcade are ticking over while we're away.

-Hey, I saw your shop, what happened?

-Oh, nothing, just vandals.

-That's terrible! So are you going to have a damaged stock sale?

-What? No.

In fact I'm going to be closed for a couple of weeks, a little holiday.

That's cool. Do you need someone to flat-sit?

-What she needs is to be left in peace with her drink.

-I'm just trying to make conversation.

-Yeah?

Right, you drink that up

-and we can decide on the other stuff this afternoon.

-Together.

-Aye.

-That's the only way I want to do this, Dad. I won't be shipped off.

-I know.

-OK, then.

-Find us somewhere with a swimming pool.

Are you going to finish your drink.

No, no. The next drink I have is gonnae have a wee umbrella sticking out of it.

The very man. You've saved me the price of a phone call.

You'll need to ring the health centre

-for an appointment.

-I thought I made it clear I don't do appointments or health centres.

If it's the...

If it's the issue we discussed previously...

Well, I'm not gonnae come tae you with a runny nose, am I?

You've got a consultant now. Talk to him.

He's at a conference and I need it sorted today.

-I can't promise that.

-I'm not asking ye!

But you know my situation.

Where do you want to go?

-When did it start?

-This morning.

Numbness or tingling in the limbs is a common early symptom.

Didn't your consultant tell you to expect this?

He was a bit vague. Not a good quality in a man of your profession.

With MS, it's unavoidable.

-You can't predict when an episode will come on.

-Is it going to get worse?

That's the nature of the condition, it comes and goes.

I mean today. How long do I have to put up with this?

I really couldn't say.

There's no way of knowing when the symptoms will flare up or for how long.

Could be a day, a week, a month.

What can you give me?

Your consultant must have spoken about medication.

Yeah. He's gonnae have me shooting up like a junkie before Christmas, but what can you give me now?

-The first thing I'd suggest is rest.

-That's never gonnae happen.

And I don't want anything that's going to leave me half-sleeping, either.

-You're not leaving me many options.

-Now you know how I feel.

The hospital should have sent your files back,

so I'll look them up when I get back to the surgery.

OK.

-I appreciate this.

-Yeah, no problem.

-What's going on?

-The doctor's just leaving.

What's he doing here in the first place?

I had to get new policies for business insurance.

It's good of you to come to his office.

Yeah, well, I'm not making a habit of it.

-So, how's our wee trip coming on?

-Fine.

-I'll be back in a second.

-Where are you going?

I'll be back in a second.

Doctor, hold on.

-Is something wrong?

-You tell me.

I can't discuss a patient with anyone else.

-No, no, I realise that, I just wanted to make sure that I'm doing everything that I can.

-Sorry?

With an illness like this, are there specialists that we can go to?

London? America?

I appreciate you're concern, but I don't think you should be trying to trick me like that.

No. Sorry.

-Talk to your father.

-He's not the easiest man in the world to get through to, believe it or not.

Neither am I, but funnily enough, Nicole usually manages it.

-He wants to pay me off?

-That's what he said.

Lenny Murdoch running scared.

-There was me thinking he'd send you back with your thumbs missing just to prove a point.

-What?

Chill out, man, it never happened.

You're still in one piece, I make an easy 100,000, everyone's a winner.

Except Lenny, of course.

Tell him it's a deal.

Did you catch up with the doctor, then?

Yeah, I did.

-He didn't tell me much.

-He shouldn't have told you anything.

I tried lying, pretending that I knew.

Is it cancer, Dad?

-Don't be ridiculous.

-Is it cancer?

-Hey, I swear to you, I do not have cancer.

Oh, God...

The other day, your hand was shaking...

-It's not Parkinson's, is it?

-What?!

-Is it shaking now?

-No.

-Let me see it.

-You cannae...

-Dad.

I cannae move it.

What is it?

Multiple sclerosis.

You poor wee soul!

-What?

-I just heard about the shop, hen.

See weans today, if they get caught they'll just get a slapped wrist

when what they really want's a good hiding, am I right, Mr Murdoch?

Aye, aye, I suppose.

No supposing about it!

Will I make us all a nice wee cup of tea?

If you don't mind... just get on with your work.

Oh, no, I was just going to go on my break.

-Was he this bad when you were growing up?

-No.

I could always wrap him round my finger.

Well, that's fathers and daughters for you, hen.

Yeah, that's fathers and daughters.

Oh, Dad.

One mineral water.

-On me.

-That's very kind.

Well, I have a selfish motive.

If you're planning a seduction, you're barking up the wrang tree.

You're in entirely the wrang forest.

-You mean you're not a red-blooded heterosexual male(?)

-Hard to believe, eh?

Well, I'll settle for some hair advice.

What can I do to give this a bit more, y'know,

-what's the word?

-Raunch? Oomph? Va-va-voom?

-All of the above.

-Volume.

Volume's the key.

And if you've not got it, fake it.

Products, tongs, diffuser.

All those things cost money.

Is Raymond not paying you?

-I'm only part-time and then most of what I earn goes to Michael and Leyla.

-They're charging you rent?

They call it keep. A hundred a week towards food and bills.

-I don't eat that much.

-That's outrageous.

Well, they're family, and I don't know anyone else round here.

-I said it was on me.

-Take it and keep the change. I know what it's like to be skint.

-You are a sweetheart.

-I am, actually, yes.

What...

I don't know anything about it.

I'm picking it up as I go along.

-Is it fatal?

-No. It can come and go for years.

How bad will it get?

Well, they say it's very unpredictable.

-You should have told me as soon as you came back.

-No.

Why not?

I needed to understand it myself before I told anybody else.

-Even me?

-Especially you.

You're the only one that matters.

What are we going to do?

Just take each day as it comes, I suppose.

-Well, have you been to see a specialist?

-Yes.

-When's the next appointment?

-Why?

Because I'm coming with you.

You're not going to turn me into some pensioner who cannae look after hisself.

Then what do you want me to do?

-Book us a hotel.

-We're not still going.

-Yes, we are.

Warm weather'll be good for me.

-What about the hospital?

-It'll still be there when we get back.

Come on,

do as you're told,

let's go.

Just give me a minute.

Yes. Yep. What's your address?

-Usual?

-Er...half.

Eh...it's on me.

I don't know how many more chances I'm gonnae get to buy you a drink.

PHONE RINGS

Look, I said I'd call when I'd made up...

Eh?

I see. Where?

Well, that doesn't mean to say I... I'll call you later, all right?

I don't know, just later!

Police?

Aye. A wee nugget of information - this guy Ross,

one of McCabe's crew, missing presumed dead.

Well, he's no longer missing, and there's nae "presumed" about it.

All right, boss, Amber.

You're a bit early for the night shift.

-I wanted a wee word. Have you got a minute?

-Aye.

-I'll see you later, darlin'.

-We need to talk too.

-I know, plenty of time for that later. I've still got a business to run here. Off you go.

-Right, fine.

Start talking.

Our friendly neighbourhood cop Inspector Donald came to visit me this morning.

-They're offering me witness protection.

-Are they now?

Aye, and I think it's my best option.

Well, I'm unaware of any criminal activities you've taken part in.

God's sake, Lenny, give me a break.

I'm not wearing a wire! It's Tommy McCabe they're after.

I hope it works out, then.

I saw that Amber's shop was boarded up.

-What of it?

-Do you think he had something to do with it?

Is that the kind of priceless information you're going to provide, Jimmy?

How long do you think he'd get for a broken windae?

I'm only asking cos I've got a daughter of my own.

I just want to make sure she's gonnae be safe.

-Do you understand that?

-Aye.

-Yeah, McCabe done it.

-Using Amber to get to you, eh?

Ah, well. Maybe Madonna'll be better off with me away.

-Maybe you could just wait and see.

-What's the point in that?

Things change, Jimmy.

-What?

-Do they boys not usually make you sign for things?

He must've been in a hurry. I'll see you around, Jimmy. Or not.

Not.

Definitely not. Let's just say I've handed in my notice, OK?

-When are you finishing?

-I already have.

Short notice, eh? All right.

-Take care, Jimmy.

-You too, Lenny.

Oh, you just missed him!

-Who?

-Robbie. He left like five minutes ago.

No worries, I'll catch him at...

-How did you know I was looking for Robbie?

-Well, who else would you be looking for if not your boyfriend.

He's not... I mean...

We're not...

-He's not my boyfriend.

-Oh, poor you!

No! I mean, I'm not gay.

Really?

-Yes, really!

-Oh, Deek! I'm so sorry!

-I just assumed.

-Why?

Because you live with a gay guy, you're always in here together,

I never really see you with any women.

Listen, I am as straight as they come, OK?

OK, I so didn't mean to offend you.

You didn't offend me. I'm not offended cos there is nothing wrong with being gay.

-No.

-No.

-It's just that you're...not.

-Exactly.

Let me get you a drink, show there's no hard feelings.

-I'll have a half-pint.

-Right.

Er, a pint! Make it a pint.

Whatever you say.

That's me decided. I'm going.

-Why are you so sure all of a sudden?

-I think Lenny's planning something.

Look, if you don't mind, the less I know about Lenny Murdoch's plans the better I'll sleep.

Aye. Ignorance is bliss, eh?

You'll be missed.

You're not going to get all mushy on me?

I'll try and rein it in.

I don't want to be an emotional wreck when I see Scarlett. Mind you,

I will be when I leave.

Do you think there's any chance she'll go wi' you?

A wee, tiny, slim, little chance.

Look, tiny or not, cling on to that.

Oh, I know she's divorcing me, she says she hates me,

but it's a woman's prerogative to change her mind.

Come in for one last bevvy before you go.

I'll try.

But if I can't...

You've been a great pal, Raymond. A great pal.

Even when I didnae deserve it.

I thought we weren't getting mushy.

OK.

DOOR CLOSES

-You look terrible.

-Thanks.

-Sorry, I didn't mean...

Anyway, thought these might perk you up.

Herbal remedies.

Amber, have you been asking all over Shieldinch what's the best thing for MS?

I haven't. Of course I haven't.

Look, I just had a quick look online, jumped the underground to a health-food place in the West End.

OK, darling. Sorry. It's just...

it's very important to me that nobody knows about this, OK?

It stays between us.

I'll go make a start packing.

Here we are.

DOORBELL RINGS

It's open!

That's your daddy here now.

Daddy!

Daddy!

Yay!

-What's that?

-It's my idea of a herbal remedy.

-Are you even allowed to drink?

-Unless someone's brought in prohibition and never told me.

-I mean with your illness.

-Doesn't feel as if it's doing me any harm.

-Have you even looked at these?

-No.

-Dad, it said online...

Online? Online it probably says Marilyn Monroe killed JFK.

-Don't be ridiculous.

-Your money's on the Vegas mob, eh?

-I'm being serious, Dad.

-You're being a pain in the backside, Amber.

-I wish...

Nothing, forget it.

Whoa. Whoa.

Wait a minute.

-What?

-You have never backed down from a fight with me in your life, you're not starting now.

I'm just not goin to argue with you.

Did it say on martyr.com not to upset the poor wee soul?

-Why are you being like this?

-Because you're treating me like an invalid long before I am one.

I'm going to go and pack your suitcase.

Ah, the dutiful daughter, isn't life wonderful?

I should've got sick years ago.

Thanks.

-You not gonnae have one?

-I'm goin' out this afternoon.

I thought we were going to have a talk.

I thought you wanted to spend some quality time with your daughter.

-That's what you're always saying, isn't it?

-I suppose.

And you trust me to make something?

She wanted to make something special.

A thingummy...a collage...

Photies of folk you love. Folk that mean something to you.

Is it something to remember yous by?

If you decide to leave.

I don't think I've got much choice, Scarlett.

Then, aye, better take them wi' you.

-You've got a choice.

-Aye.

And I've made it. I'm sorry.

Madonna, darling,

have you got that pinnie yet?

-Come with me.

-Where to?

-Wherever they decide.

-That's not much of an offer.

It's the only one I've got.

Can we take the collage with us?

Aye, if you want.

Good, cos that's all we'd have.

Nae family, nae friends.

Just photies.

We'd have each other.

We don't even have each other any mair, Jimmy.

No. I know.

-Mum...

-Oh, there she is!

I'm going out.

You be good for your daddy, eh?

Eh?

OK, let's see if we can find one of you as a baby.

-Gonnae have to pick up sunscreen at the airport.

-Listen.

I don't know how hot it's going to be, so we better be safe than sorry.

-Can you stop that?

-Who else is going to do it?

You? I don't think there's time for that.

-Dad, I'm sorry.

-It's all right.

-No, it's not.

-It is.

And actually, I've got more time than you, anyway.

-What do you mean?

-I'm thinking I'll fly out in a couple of days.

No.

We go together or not at all.

-Can you not just do what I ask you for once?

-Not if it means leaving you alone, no way.

So what's it to be?

We both leave or we both stay.

-Well? I'm waiting!

-Is it any wonder I didnae tell you I was sick?!

-What does that mean?

-You're treating me like a cripple!

-Dad!

-Ever since I come, all you've done is try to push me around!

-What's that supposed to mean?

-It means you wanted me to change.

You wanted me weak. Well, congratulations.

You get your wish.

Do you know something?

I really wanted to blame this on your illness, but I'd just be kidding myself.

It's just you being you.

Might be the last chance I get, sweetheart.

Put a towel on a sun lounger for me.

-I never did tell you the name of the hotel, did I?

-No, you didn't.

What are you doing?

-Nothing.

-How are my favourite boys?

All the better for seeing you again, gorgeous.

Robbie was giving me some styling tips earlier on.

Don't you think she'd look fabulous with wild cascading tresses?

Yeah. I mean, I wouldn't know.

I'm more of a leg man, myself.

-A leg man?

-Aye.

Did we just travel back in time without me noticing?

I'm just saying I don't know much about hairdos.

You big fibber! You're always flicking through my magazines.

-Why don't you find us a seat and I'll get us a drink.

-Yes, dear.

-Lager and a white wine?

-Make mine a whisky.

I'm so embarrassed about my little mistake earlier.

Forget about it. I have.

I used to be such a good judge of character, but I'm clearly I've lost it.

I thought Michael was such a good guy, turns out he's a total perv.

Dr Brodie?

Dr Brodie. He couldn't even cope with me walking about in a towel after I'd had a bath.

-Really?

-Yeah, he said it made him feel uncomfortable.

-What's wrong with that?

-Nothing. Nothing at all.

I'm sorry to be dragging you in like this, Gina, but my head's spinning.

I've never been dragged into a pub. Out of a few, mind you.

Oh, there he is.

Mr Non-Stick.

Mr Walk-Between-The-Raindrops.

-Are you talking to me?

-I'll do mair than talk to you in a minute.

There's you, not a care in the world, and there's my poor Jimmy having to leave town.

Scarlett, shhhh.

D'you want to keep control of your friends?

At least I've got some friends.

I'm not the one sitting drinking on my own.

-Well, I like my own company.

-Fraser.

Come on, back to mine, I've got a bottle of wine at home. Come on.

One, two, three.

Right. Now.

Let's see those hands, eh?

See if all the glue's off.

Perfect.

Just perfect.

So, you guys having another?

No, we're going to head off in a bit.

-Aye, I want to watch the football, so...

-Football?

Well, have a nice evening. I'm going back to hand over my keep.

Can't believe I have to pay for the privilege of being leered at.

Deek was telling me about that. I cannae believe Nicole's dad's such a sleazebag.

Yeah, well, that's how he gets away with it.

Mr Respectable-To-The-Outside-World.

I'd move out if I could scrape together a deposit but it's so hard to save.

Oh, stop, I cannae stand it. Look, why don't you just move in to our place?

-In Bob's room?

-Just till he gets back.

No, no, that's really kind but I couldn't.

Why not?

We wouldn't need a deposit and Bob's share of the rent comes out

of the garage so you'd just need to chip in for bills and stuff.

I am overwhelmed.

Genuinely.

I'll just ask Raymond if I can get away early and then I'll be over in time for kick-off.

-Kick-off?

-You're watching the football, mind.

Oh, yeah.

That's one of Mummy and Daddy getting married.

One day you'll get married, won't you?

You'll wear a lovely big white dress

and you'll look beautiful,

and Daddy'll be proud.

I'll be so very proud.

And you might have babies, too.

A wee girl and a wee boy.

And I bet you'd be a good mummy.

Just like your mummy is.

Just like Mummy is.

Right...

Let's get you an ice cream.

Thank you.

That doesn't look like much for a growing boy.

Chilli flakes. Deek's gone all butch on me.

-Deek?

-It's like living with a hairy biker, but not in a good way.

You should come over later. We're making a fuss of our new flatmate.

You're renting out Bob's room?

-You can't do that!

-Easy tiger, she knows it's only temporary.

-She?

-Zinnie.

She's having a terrible time at the Brodies'.

-I'm going to kill Gina!

-What's it got to do with Gina?

-She put that idea in that cow's head this morning.

-No, you've got it all wrang.

It was my idea...

Oh, sorry, I've only set five places, you know, for people who actually live here.

No problem, I'm sure my new flatmates will make me a welcome meal.

-New flatmates?

-You've found a place?

-Like you care.

-I don't, actually.

We'll need your address, even if it's only to send your mail on.

Good old Auntie Leyla. Compassionate and pragmatic, eh?

Fine, don't tell us where you're going to be living.

-Relax. I'm moving in with Robbie and Deek, we'll be neighbours.

-Poor guys.

Actually, they're so delighted at the thought of having me, they won't even be charging me rent.

I'm off to get my toothbrush.

Watch that doesn't splash.

-All right.

-Where's your pinnie?

I don't need it.

What's with you today?

Leg man, football, nae pinnie...

-Are you trying to impress Zinnie?

-No.

It's nothing like that. It's just she thought I was gay, so I'm trying to man-up a bit.

Whoa, whoa, she actually said she thought you were gay?

Well, yeah. That'll be her. BUZZER RINGS

Oh, I don't like this.

I do not like this one bit.

Hello?

Come right up.

Do you not see what's happening here?

Actually, no.

She's appealed to my vanity and your chronic insecurity,

-and the next thing you know we've asked her to move in.

-Hello?

Do you really think that's what happened?

Aye, I do. Stella reckons she's had it planned all day.

Mmmmm, something smells good.

-We just picked a few things up at the deli.

-Great.

I kept the receipt so we can just split it three ways.

Oh, OK.

Yeah, best start as we mean to go on, eh?

-Might be easier if we just charge a flat fee.

-But you said...

I mean, you said that what Leyla and Michael were making me pay wasn't fair.

£100 was a bit steep.

Let's just call it 80 for now.

-Oh. OK. I'll go and unpack.

-First on the left.

No, I appreciate that.

That's OK. Speak soon. Thanks.

Ah. Twice in one day,

-I'm honoured.

-Yeah, well,

I thought I own so much of this place I might as well get hand-on.

Really, want me to fetch you a duster?

I'll find whatever I need. You can go.

I insist.

Don't mess me about today, mate.

I'll sell these machines for cash and leave you with 10% of an empty shed.

Have a very pleasant evening, Mr Murdoch.

Yeah. Never mind how I got the number.

You're needed here.

Amber's going to need her mother.

Hey, hey. We're closed.

What, is that you deaf?!

Out!

So we'll get you some ice cream, eh?

Good girl.

I hear you're planning to leave town, James.

-I...

-Without saying goodbye?

Tut tut.

Tommy, please.

You're a grown man, Jimmy, dinnae beg.

I'm not.

Look, I know what's gonnae happen.

But please, not here.

You're a father too.

Yes. I am.

Listen, darling,

I want you to go across to young Conor there

and ask him to take you back to your mammy, OK? Will you do that for me?

-All right?

-Fine.

On you go, darling.

-White wine, please, Charlie.

-Coming up.

-Hiya. Going anywhere nice?

-Just what I was going to say.

Great minds, eh?

Guys, I'm actually not in the mood, OK?

So are you leaving for good?

I saw what happened to the shop.

-I suppose I've got you to thank for that, haven't I?

-Me?

McCabe's out because you couldn't keep your mouth shut.

I never wanted to cause you any trouble.

Please believe that.

Why does it matter what I think of you?

Amber, that's all that matters to me.

If it wasn't for your dad, me and you would still be together.

-Turns out I have got something to thank him for after all.

-Amber.

Get your hands off me.

I can assist you with that if you like, Fraser.

You know, unwanted attention aside, are you all right?

I just want to be alone, OK?

What is it with you Murdochs today? Are you all giving it the full Greta Garbo?

I've just left your dad at the arcade.

You screwed me over, Jimmy.

I mean, I know it was Murdoch's doing really, but you played your part.

You said you didn't want to see me beg,

so what are we waiting for?

Come on.

Come on! Just get on with it.

You know, under normal circumstances I would,

but you turned grass.

That means you have to suffer.

HE GROANS

On your knees.

PHONE RINGS

Perfect timing, young man.

-What time's your flight?

-Nine.

You should call a cab.

What am I saying? That shouldn't be a problem.

-I mean, your da owns the company.

-Yeah.

I mean, he's probably got a limo on standby, just for you.

He would if I let him.

Was he OK? At the arcade?

He was arrogant, aggressive, obnoxious...

Typical Lenny, really.

You worried about him?

Maybe.

Well, don't be.

He's his usual self.

Only an idiot would expect him to change, I suppose.

Come on, you wouldn't want him any other way.

Can you keep an eye on my case?

No problem.

-You forgot your bag.

-Move, Fraser, I've got to see my dad.

-No. You can't!

-Fraser!

Amber, I mean it.

Why? What's going on?

What does it matter? Your dad can handle himself.

He can't. Not now he can't.

Amber, I mean it.

So do I. He's sick, Fraser.

He's got MS.

Wait!

Nice place.

I like it.

This what going legit gets you?

Aye.

Actually, I was thinking I might have to torch it,

claim the insurance money to pay you aff.

Sounds like a plan.

Then I had a better one.

Really?

Hundred grand.

It's not enough.

A million wouldn't be enough.

You're probably right.

It's not about money.

Not for guys like us.

No.

You know, there's only one way this can end.

Aw, look! Another little moment between daddy and daughter.

We've seen quite a bit of this today, eh?

HE SPLUTTERS

Scarlett...

Her and Jimmy'll be having a high old time, eh?

-Unless she's got paint in her hair again and he's trying to wash it out.

-Do you remember that?

The colour it went!

How long are you going to leave them both together?

Long as I can.

Scarlett...

You know back in the pub, when you were ranting at Fraser?

Aye, that wee toerag got aff lightly, by the way.

Aye, he did.

You said "my Jimmy".

"My Jimmy has to leave."

Is that what he is?

Still?

I don't know, Gina.

Aye, well,

maybe you're going to have to make up your mind about that, darling,

before he's gone for good.

You can let them go, all right? They're civilians.

Also known as witnesses.

Or sometimes innocent bystanders.

That's what they say on the news, don't they?

"The victims are believed to have been innocent bystanders."

We'll just go, we won't say anything.

You I believe.

But this wee girl still loves her old daddy, don't you?

-Yes.

-Touching.

So why don't you go to hell?

One day, no doubt.

But him first.

You just tell him to put that down.

Come on.

Drop it.

Now, the three of us, are just going to walk out of here.

Go on.

Not a good day to not be at the top of your game.

TWO GUNSHOTS

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