18/10/2011 River City

-You think Ewan's Cal's dad.

-You know, all the dates match up.

-It's a coincidence, that's all.

-Yeah?

I saw him at Ewan's grave, that's where this came from.

Have you not read the papers? Lenny Murdoch's daughter shot his arch rival.

-Who's Lenny Murdoch?

-That wee guy at the bar, with the hair.

Dan, this is my brother Gabriel. This is my wife Leyla. Dan Hunter, my new partner.

Hi. Pleased to meet you.

RADIO ON

'And coming up in a moment - an exclusive interview with Dr Michael Brodie.

'So, I'm here with Dr Michael Brodie from the Shieldinch Health Centre

-'which is opening up for new patients today. Hi, Michael. Nice to have you in.

-Hi. Nice to be here.

-'OK, so you're with us today to tell us all about the new doctor.

-That's right. The surgery is expanding.

'We've had quite a few e-mails and texts in from listeners,

-'some interested in the new services...'

-Hi!

'..others wondering why you're spending more money on new clinics and attracting new patients

'when most existing patients just want to be able to get an appointment on the day.

'There's no reason why we can't do both. With Dr Hunter, we'll have more appointments available.

'But not if you also take on loads of new patients? There won't be enough appointments to go round? But, um...

'I mean, I get why you want people to come along and register.

'More patients means more taxpayers' money coming into the practice

-'and, ultimately, into your pocket.

-To anyone who thinks that,

'I'd say come to the surgery, find out what's on offer and meet Dr Hunter. They won't be disappointed.'

-Who does he think he is? Jeremy Paxman?

-No-one listens to that station, anyway.

-But those that do will think I'm on the make!

-Aren't you?

-You know why I'm expanding the surgery.

-To spend more time with the family.

-Exactly.

-I don't know why you'd want to do that.

For you.

Are you not done yet?

Oh, excuse me(!)

Hands, no' wands!

Sorry, but he'll be here any minute. I want to make a good impression.

-So I see. How much did that set you back?

-Just a gesture. He's put a huge investment into the practice.

Let's hope he makes a better job of my lumbago than you have. Oh, here...

-What about this, Doctor? Do you want it moved into your new office?

-Nah. Chuck it.

This is going to be a totally fresh start.

Suit yourself.

Molly!

Hello?

-Ohhh!

-You OK there?

-I-I-I was just...

It's OK. Help yourself to whatever you can find. But if it's food you're after,

-there's a cafe down the street. Let me give some change.

-Food?!

Do you think I need to go raking for my dinner?!

God, I'm sorry.

I... I-I saw you going through the bins... I...

The surgery's starting a new hostel and homeless clinic. I thought maybe...

Do I LOOK like a jakie?!

No, of course not. Not now that I see you properly.

-What's going on?

-Ask him!

-Dan?

Homeless indeed! I'll have you know I have a very nice three-bed with a kitchen hatch!

I saw this lady going through the bins and...

I assumed...

Aye, well, you put the ASS in assumed!

And for your information, sir, I was not raking through the bins.

I was...sorting out things for the recycling.

Dan, this is Molly O'Hara, our cleaner.

Molly, this is Dr Dan Hunter.

-He's going to be joining the practice today.

-Oh, is he?

Well, I'll be sticking with you, then. You're nae great shakes, but better the devil you know.

Oh, and by the way, what's all this about the surgery starting a homeless clinic?

I will not have a bunch of stinking winos traipsing over my clean floors!

Actually, in spite of their circumstances,

most homeless people have a very reasonable standard of personal hygiene.

Well, the first bit of pee on my reception floor, and you're cleaning it up.

-Molly!

-Excuse me.

I have another job to go to.

Um...shall we go in?

Aye.

Yeah, of course. I'll get him to phone you as soon as he's back... Actually, if you could just hold...

That's the consultant phoning back about that referral.

-I better take this. Two minutes.

-No bother.

-I'll just put you through.

-Hi.

-Welcome!

-So, your first day?

-Yeah.

-I've got off to better starts.

-Oh?

-Morning!

-Morning.

-Liz, did you have an appointment?

-Oh, no, no, no.

I just popped in to remind everyone

that the October contributions for the Christmas Club are now overdue.

It's all very well signing up for it, but if contributions slide, then it's embarrassing all round.

I'm sorry,

it's a bit difficult.

Actually, I've got this. I owe you from the other day.

-How much are you due the Christmas Club?

-It's £20.

Well, that's perfect. That makes us even.

-Ah!

-That's one name off your hit list.

-Wonderful. Wonderful.

I, um... I don't think we've met.

-Oh, Liz, this is Dr Hunter, our new GP.

-Oh! Lovely!

Elizabeth Buchanan.

11 Montego Street.

-Nice to meet you.

-You, too.

Actually, if you're going to be local,

you might be interested in joining our Christmas Club for next year?

-I'd love to.

-Super!

Right, I'll be after you in January, then.

I can't wait. LIZ LAUGHS

-I'll pay you back.

-There's no rush.

You didn't owe Tatiana anything, did you?

I've got to get changed, start sorting out my office.

Dan, just... Um ...I think owe you an apology.

-Michael thinks I made a fool of myself when you came round the other night.

-Not at all.

That's what I said!

We all like a glass of wine every now and again. Relax!

-Exactly. Don't worry about it.

-Oh, and Dan? We're delighted you're on board.

Thank you.

Katy Hunter, please.

Hi, it's me.

No, everything's fine.

I just thought you'd like to know that I'm back in town.

Yeah. I've bought into a new partnership.

Yeah, well, you gave me a to-do list, and I'm working my way through it.

Anyway, I just thought maybe now that I've ticked all the boxes

we could fix a time for me to see Ollie?

Ka... Katy?

CORK POPS

I see the surgery's opening up for new patients.

You should take wee Cal doon. Goodness knows what he's picked up in Peru.

Eh, they do have doctors there! Anyway, it's already sorted.

-I'm taking him for his check-up on the way to nursery.

-Ooh, you never telt me.

-Do I have to tell you everything?

-Oh, no. We've already established that, haven't we?

-What's Peruvian for "Granny"?

-Abuelita.

Oh, that's no' bad. I'll get wee Cal to call me that.

What's wrong with Nana? Or Granny Mullen?

Dae I look like I'm ready to wear a Nylon cardigan? Nah, Abuelita - that'll dae me fine.

-Just it might be a wee bit confusing for him.

-How, is his Peruvian no' up tae it?

There was a woman at the mission that he called Abuelita.

She was kind of his pretend granny.

Oh, was she noo?

Papaya?!

Aye, papaya! Cost me an arm and a leg.

It'll be worth it to see his face. A wee taste of Peru!

Do you get papaya in Peru(?)

-I said to get orange juice. It's all he drinks.

-How was I meant to know?

-If you let me do the shopping.

-And risk you bumping into Lenny Murdoch?

-I can't help it if I keep bumping into it.

Until he loses the notion that Cal's a Murdoch, steer well clear, all right?

Here, this little list will keep you out of mischief.

-What is this?

-Jobs for round the house.

You said you wanted to make more money, didn't you?

You're giving me pocket money jobs?

Well... How do I look?

Who's deid?

Is it over the top? I just thought with being the manager and that...

You look fantastic.

No' bad.

Here, where's your wedding ring?

Er... It was getting a bit loose and, er...

I was worried I might lose it.

Aye, so we took it to the jewellers to get fixed.

-How much is that going to cost?

-Cheap as chips!

'Specially now you're the big boss man, eh?

Have a good one.

See you later.

How are we going to get your ring out of that pawn shop?

Search me.

The important thing today is to be ready for some increased footfall.

If the newspaper ads have paid off,

we'll have quite a few new patients coming in to register.

Don't worry, I'm prepared.

Anyone who comes through that door,

we need them leaving with information on all the new clinics.

And a balloon.

-You've got flyers in the consulting room?

-And balloons.

Just...sell the place, yeah?

Remember, don't take any appointments for Dan today.

He's not seeing patients until tomorrow.

It'll take that long to sort through the mess in the office.

Come on. Come on, Callum.

Come and see the nice doctor.

Morning! Here to check out the new services?

No. Callum's here for his check-up. He's kicking off cos he wants to be at nursery.

Maybe I should make another appointment?

Nonsense. He'll be fine...

..once we get that balloon out of his ear.

Think we can get your Mum to blow this up while Doctor Brodie measures how tall you've got?

Shall we go through?

Thanks.

-Nice trick.

-Ach, just smoke and mirrors.

Looks like you're going to have to raise your game.

There's a new boy in town.

I know. A homeless and hostels clinic!

Ach, who knows?

De-lousing, probably!

A 10.15 pick-up at number 14?

What's your name again?

Hello? Hel...?

-Morning, campers.

-Oh, well, if isn't the man from C&A.

Right. First job on the agenda,

hire a new receptionist.

Hey, I heard that!

-Our Kelly-Marie, she's looking for something.

-Aye?

She's no getting her feet under ma desk!

There's not much room under there with all the bunions.

Leave it with me.

I might have just the thing.

Great. Thanks.

Good luck.

Right.

Down to business!

Good idea, Jimmy. Milk and two sugars for me.

Hey.

Your books. Not too shabby.

What d'you expect? It's a tidy wee business.

Maybe you should take on some mair staff.

What, just as I'm turning a profit? No, thanks.

I hear she's looking for a job.

-What, Scarlett Mullen's lassie?

-Ain't she a peach?

Morning!

I'll leave it wi' ye.

Aye, she's a daftie.

'Scuse me. Gonnae move?

It's a free world.

-D'you think you're funny?

-No. I know I am.

Hey, I've got this. Shift.

You're all right, thanks, but I'm fine.

Right, ginger nut.

If you don't move, I'm going to shove this where the sun don't shine.

Now beat it!

All right. Calm yourself.

I like a woman that can handle herself. I'm impressed.

-Gabriel Brodie. Brodie's Arcade.

-That's nice for you.

I hear you're looking for a job.

-Who said?

-A wee birdy told me.

Could have worked it out for myself, though.

Just back in town, kid to support,

living at your ma's... I mean, don't get me wrang,

that's coming from the guy that's living with someone else's ma.

Right, OK, the thing is...

I need somebody in the arcade.

It's nothing fancy, just taking money, handing out tokens.

But I need someone that can handle the punters. You'd be perfect.

Why not pop over at lunchtime for an interview?

Thought you said I was perfect?

I like to do things proper.

One o'clock. And don't be late.

I'd hate to get a bad impression.

He is uber-hot. He's going to be fighting 'em aff with a stick.

That's one way to get more patients.

-I mean it. Get over there and register.

-Sorry.

He doesn't sound like my type.

-Oh, so what is?

-Have you seen my appointment book?

Oh, come on, spill! No, let me guess.

You like a toy boy.

All right, OK. A real man.

Suave, sophisticated, bit on the mature side,

but still fully functioning in all departments,

albeit with a bit of help from the pharmaceutical industry.

My appointments book.

Frances.

Thanks.

You are so in there.

You're her perfect man!

-Aye, me or Lenny Murdoch.

-What?

-Anyway, who says she's my type?

Er, she's got a pulse.

There's something I'm not sure about with her.

Get over yourself. She's lovely. You need to get to know her.

-Find out what makes her tick.

-Aye, I intend to.

Another pile for your in-box, I'm afraid.

Hey, it's looking good in here.

Maybe you could sort out Michael's new office for him as well, while you're at it.

-I'm getting there.

-And getting ahead of the game, I see.

-Sorry?

-The alcohol support group?

You don't need to look all this up. I have a list of patient resources, I'll make a copy.

Actually, that's not for a patient. It's for me.

I'm an alcoholic.

Oh.

Oh, great.

I mean, not...not great, obviously, but, um...

great that you're doing something about it.

Oh. Oh, my God. The whisky!

Yeah, I'm really sorry about that.

I poured that away. Can I give you the money?

No, not at all. I just feel so stupid. It was my idea.

Really, it's not a big deal.

I've been sober two years.

Oh. Well... Well...good for you.

Well, um... OK.

I'll just leave you to it, then.

I've just got to, you know...

Lunch.

DOOR CLOSES

Thanks, mate.

Hiya. Didn't know you were coming.

-Do you want a sandwich?

-No. I'll grab something later.

-Look, I just wanted to say sorry.

-For what?

The whole anniversary thing. I got it way out of proportion.

And the whole "getting drunk with Gabriel" thing too...

I understand now why you were so angry.

You know, about Dan seeing me...

-tiddly.

-Plastered!

Well, if you'd bothered to inform me that Dan had a drink problem

then I wouldn't have let him see me in that state.

And for that, I wouldn't have bought him a single malt as a welcome gift!

What drink problem?

Right, that's me away to see Raymond.

If I'm going to get my rings back, I need to work mair shifts.

You might not need to. I've got a job interview.

-What?

-One o'clock. The arcade.

Lenny's arcade?

Is it?

Are you trying to be the death of me?

It wasnae Lenny that asked me, it was Gabriel.

Aye, just you wait, you'll be in there two minutes

and Lenny'll crawl out the woodwork!

Well, if he does, I'll handle him.

You cannae, naebody can. This family learnt that ages ago!

But what if it gets out that I knocked back a perfectly good job offer?

How will I explain that one?

You'll just have to not get it.

Muck up the interview or something.

Then get back here and start on that on bedroom.

I'll be coming back at two. We can do the carpets together.

That'll be an extra few quid in your pocket.

See you later.

Molly?

Molly.

Mrs O'Hara to you.

Look, I'm sorry again about earlier.

I don't know what I was thinking.

Put it down to over-enthusiasm on my first day. Friends?

Dream on, son.

Is that that whisky you've got?

Aye. All done.

Just putting it in the recycling.

Bang on one. I'm impressed.

-Don't be. I'm normally late. Especially for work. Ask anyone.

-Do you always do interviews like this?

I'm being straight. You don't want to buy a pig in a poke.

That's considerate.

But why don't we follow normal interview procedures?

I'll ask the questions and you impress me with your answers.

So...in this job, customer service is paramount.

So how would you deal with a customer

who reckoned one of the machines diddled him out of a win?

Would you A, apologise and pay the punter his winnings out the till?

B, explain to him that the machines never lie but give him a few tokens as a good-will gesture?

Or C...

I'd tell him to stop being a chancing git and sling him out into the street.

And his pals and all.

Is the correct answer.

What?!

Question number two.

A punter wants to buy 20 tokens. So how much would you charge him?

Would it be A, 20 quid?

Or B, £55.76.

I dunno. I'm rubbish at maths.

Well, a token costs a pound.

20 quid.

Is the correct answer.

And that completes the interview.

Congratulations. You've got the job.

-What? That's it?

-Like I say, you're perfect.

I'm not! I can't work here.

-Why not?

-I've got childcare issues.

Well, get your ma to baby-sit.

-Not full time, it's not fair on her.

-Work part-time, then.

Look, it's just not for me, OK.

What? For sitting on your wee tush and being gobby?

I know we just met, but I thought that'd be right up your street.

Tell you what, why don't we do a wee trial shift?

Just a couple of hours.

If it's not your bag, you walk away with a few quid in your back pocket.

-Cash in hand.

-I don't know.

Ma wouldn't like it.

Since when did a lassie like you do what her mammy tell her?

Michael, you don't have time for this.

You need to be back at the surgery.

Nothing! No mention of it anywhere!

Well, it obviously isn't an issue if it hasn't come up in any of his references.

I thought we got on well, had some kind of connection.

-You do.

-Yeah.

-Which is why he lied to me.

-No.

He just didn't tell you something.

Same thing. "Smoke and mirrors" is just about right.

Oh, come on, give the guy a chance.

Leyla, this is my business.

Everything this family has worked for.

Oddly enough, I don't feel inclined to give, or take, any chances.

He's an alkie?

I saw it with my own eyes.

That bottle was full when I did my clean this morning,

and now it's empty and out for the bins!

And if you ask me, that wasnae his first drink of the day.

I reckon he was pie-eyed when he came to his work.

How else would he have took me for a jakie?!

Ridiculous. You don't know the first thing about him.

Oh, and you do?

Oh, of course I'm forgetting. You're probably old boozing buddies.

Steady!

Look, are you sure you've got it right?

-I mean, he's a doctor.

-Oh, they're the worst, son.

They sit there wagging the finger at you.

The minute your back's turned, they're shooting up half the drugs cupboard!

-Whatever happened to giving to someone a chance, huh?

-Stella! Stella, wait up!

Some folk are that touchy.

DOOR CLOSES

That's me back.

So much for that plan.

Raymond'll no' up my hours.

Kelly?

Kelly-Marie?!

-Come in, Stella.

-Tattie said that Doctor Brodie was here?

-Yeah, he's just upstairs...Michael!

-Yeah?

Is it urgent?

Well, it's just to let you know, that that old witch Molly O'Hara

is over in The Tall Ship spreading all sorts about the new doctor.

Thank you, Stella.

See? This is what I'm talking about.

-Are you sure?

-A whole bottle!

Before lunchtime.

And he wasn't even mortified!

-He didnae look the type.

-To be honest, I'm not surprised.

-Michael's not a very good judge of character.

-Aye, all brains and nae sense, that one.

-Hi, Michael. Can I get you something?

-I'm away to get my messages...

-No.

Not until we've cleared this up.

Dan Hunter is an excellent doctor who comes with exemplary references.

I am very proud to have him as a partner in the surgery.

So I'd appreciate it if you could stop spreading rumours that have very little basis in fact.

So it's not true? That he's got a drink problem?

He is an excellent medic. That's all you need to know.

What was that supposed to mean?

It means that new doctor's not just lush...

he's a total lush.

These are the people we've not seen for 12 months?

KNOCK ON DOOR

Well, that's...great.

A word?

I'll just...

sort something.

Why didn't you tell me?

I'm not sure I follow.

About your issues with alcohol.

I'm sorry. I just assumed you'd sussed.

I've never had a drink when we've been out together.

-I thought you were driving.

-I ride a bike.

And I'm sure I mentioned Kenny, my sponsor.

You never said he was your AA sponsor!

-Is there any other kind?

-You could've been doing a charity bike ride!

Either way, it's clear you didn't want me to know.

Then why would I have told Leyla?

-Yeah, this morning. When it was too late for me to...

-To what?

I went into this partnership not knowing all the facts.

You knew all those that matter. That I'm a bloody good doctor.

-And one everyone's gossiping about.

-Why would they even bother?

Because that is what this place is like!

Gossip travels.

And the more salacious, the better.

Look, I was under no obligation to tell you about any personal issues I might have had in my past.

For the record, I don't care who knows I had a drink problem.

It may make some patients more likely to come to me with issues.

Or it might make them walk out that door and register elsewhere.

If I'd been in possession of the facts...

You wouldn't have taken me on?

I'd have been able to head off any potential problems.

As it is, the damage is done.

So what are you saying?

I'm saying...

..I need some time to think.

You know how I managed to buy into this place?

How I got it all together?

The money, the business plan,

everything that wasn't scrawled on the back of a beer mat?

Because I was sober.

It's not the drinking that's the problem, it's the lack of honesty.

Yeah, you got that right.

I'll be at the B&B.

Call me.

Or don't.

It's next to Bolivia.

Is that supposed to be helpful?

How about round the corner from Timbuktu?

Oh, aye, aye, I know where you are now.

So, I take it you've not seen your ma in a while.

Aye, well I left in April 2008...

so that's, what?

42 months...

Thought you said you were rubbish at maths?

-Not when it matters.

-What the...?!

-Oh, no.

-You're supposed to be tidying your room!

-Mum!

-Don't you "Mum" me.

-Right...

I feel as if I'm having a bad flashback to your life, circa 1992.

I'll leave yous to it.

I thought you were going to put him aff?

Lenny's never even been in.

Gabriel says he's totally hands-off. Ma, you've got to trust me on this one.

It'll look well dodgy if I knock this job back.

What about wee Cal?

Am I supposed to watch him all day while you swan about here?

I'll up his hours at the nursery.

Great(!) So I can spend even LESS time wi' him!

-You're no making any sense! You cannae have it both ways!

-Sense?

SENSE?! I'll tell you what doesn't make any SENSE!

You having a wean and not letting me know!

If you couldn't be bothered phoning, you could've sent a card!

-Or sent me a text!

-I've been through this.

And you can keep going through it till you're blue in the face - I'll still not get it!

Was I so bad to you that you couldnae let me know?

No, don't be stupid!

Aye, stupid's the word!

that's exactly how I feel! What do you think folk are thinking?

"That woman had a grand-wean and she didn't know!"

Since when did you care what folk thought?

Since you made a fool out of me!

Oh, that's it? That's the problem?!

-Your pride?

-Aye.

Did it occur to you that I never told you cos I was ashamed?

-What?

-Cos I knew that I'd messed up

-and you'd be the first to say, "I told you so."

-That's not true!

Oh, give me a break! When did you ever approve of anything I did?

Any guy I was with?

I barely knew them! They were two minutes in when they whipped you off to some foreign country!

Monaco! Peru! Who the hell goes to PERU?!

Somebody who wants to get away fae YOU!

Look, I'm sorry, Ma, but if you don't get out of my face,

I'll pack up and leave. And you wont stop me this time.

Now, if you don't mind, I'm working.

I'll see you tonight.

Oh, thanks, lads.

-Aw, great.

-Give that back!

Bet you I can boot this ball through that door.

Aw, what?!

Oh, brilliant!

-What you doing?

-Going to get it back.

-How? Just leave it.

-It's my new ball!

-You can't go in there.

-Aw, what's the matter, is it a big scary fence?

-Shut it!

-Just leave it.

No. No way.

Look at the state of that.

Here you are, one white coffee.

Thanks.

So how was your first day?

Sorry, I don't think we've met.

I'm Stella. I stay here.

And you're the new doctor.

I really just wanted to say...

don't pay any attention to people,

they don't know what they're talking about.

They don't get it.

Once you've been there, you wouldnae go back for anybody or anything.

Exactly. Thanks.

Takes one to know one.

Ignore her. She's an interfering old witch.

I wondered how long it would be before you reverted to type!

What my Bob sees in you, I will never know.

Were you born evil or are you just really good at it?

-Ladies...

-Who do you think you're talking to?!

-Somebody that can't keep her nose out of other people's business!

-You cheeky wee besom!

Look out, it's the police!

THEY LAUGH

FLOOR CREAKS

Adeeb, are you all right? >

I'm no listening to a lecture from you! You're nothing but a wee scaff!

At least I'm not a bitter old biddie!

-Please, can we calm down?

-You can shut it and all!

-Right, out before I throw you out!

Oh, don't worry, I'm going, I'm going.

There's a bad smell around here.

Whisky, nae doubt!

I'm sorry. I think that was my fault.

Don't be daft. Me and Molly go way back.

All the same, I should get out of here. Thanks.

For everything.

This is getting boring.

Adeeb, get out of there!

What's going on here?

Well?

Argh!

-Oh!

-Is there someone in there?

-Leyla's boy!

Adeeb, are you all right?

Adeeb!

Help!

Help!

Conor, get your dad. Tell him to bring a backboard.

Adeeb, you OK in there?

What's going on?

Something's happened to Adeeb. He's in there. It doesn't look very good, he was shouting "help".

Adeeb...

..just hang in there, OK?

-I'm coming.

-Don't leave me!

Call an ambulance. We need to get through this door and that gate.

-OK, I'll go get Bob he'll have something.

-Oh!

Oh...oh.

No, it's definitely Dr Hunter I want to see. Has he not got an appointment tomorrow?

We're not taking appointments for Dr Hunter at the moment.

-I thought he started this week.

-Have you not got work to do?

-You need to come.

-It wasn't my fault!

Right, let's get you patched up.

Am I going to be all right?

You a gamer?

If this was a console your health would be down a wee bit.

Just need to...find a wee, erm...

-What's happening?!

-The laddie went through the floor!

-Adeeb?!

-The other doctor's in there the now.

-Dan?

-Aye... He took a jump over the fence!

-Dan! Is Adeeb OK?

-We're fine!

Just finding a tourniquet.

Nice trainers. Mind if I borrow a shoe lace?

He's just got a small nick on his femoral.

What's that mean?

He's losing blood fast. We don't get him out, he's dead.

What's wrong?

Hurry up, please!

Come on, open, please.

Nearly there, OK.

Argghh!

-Oh, my God, please. Hurry up!

-Adeeb, can you hear me? It's going to be OK!

GO! GO!

-Adeeb, it's me... I'm coming down!

-No!

-Don't even think about it, Michael.

-He needs help. I'm a doctor!

-But he's GOT one!

We need to get him out. Come on!

Adeeb, hang in there!

-I'm tired.

-No, you're not.

Come on, so how far did you get?

I dunno. I can't think.

Yeah, you can. Come on.

-You never really got past the first mission, did you?

-Yeah, I did.

-I got to the Citadel. No bother.

-No way!

I can never get past those guards.

Adeeb!

Adeeb how did you get past the guards?

You're going to be OK, wee man.

Come on, Adeeb.

They're nearly here, stay with me.

One...two...three!

Thanks.

I'm sorry to keep you waiting, but Dr Brodie's been delayed.

His son has been in an accident.

Oh, no! Is he all right?

I think so, but Michael and Leyla are at the hospital with him.

Right enough, I heard an ambulance earlier on.

Yes, we were at the community centre

collecting for the Christmas Club.

Tatiana, have you got Michael's appointment list for this afternoon?

Sure.

Well, he looks sober enough to me.

Course he is!

The day I start to believe anything that Molly O'Hara says,

I'll be a monkey's uncle.

I'll be taking this afternoon's surgery.

Unless anyone's got any objections?

-Malcolm Hamilton?

-Coming right up, Doctor.

-It's just a networking thing for local business people.

-So who'd be there?

The usual boring suspects.

Local cafe owners, Raymond from The Ship. Anyone who runs anything. Well...

-bar Lenny Murdoch, of course.

-But he owns half the businesses round here, doesn't he?

Trust me, Lenny doesn't need to network. He gets what he wants either way.

I bet.

I think that's your client.

Keeping busy?

Busy enough.

Not exactly London Fashion Week though, is it?

-Or any of these other fancy gigs you say you've been doing.

-It's nice to be home.

And I wanted to be near my mum.

Shieldinch versus Kensington and Chelsea. It's not exactly a contest.

Why do I bother you so much?

You don't. I'm just trying to do the jigsaw.

And right now, there's a great big piece missing. Put me out my misery, eh?

Why are you here?

OK...you're right.

-I lied when I said my mum was ill.

-Knew it.

She's dead.

A month ago.

I came home to arrange the funeral,

then I realised I couldn't turn around and leave again because my whole family's in bits.

Mum was the one who always held us together.

And now she's gone.

That complete your little puzzle, does it?

-Why didn't you say?

-Cos I didn't want to have this conversation.

Cos my work and my private life are totally separate.

Cos I didn't want all the sympathy and platitudes that are so very well-meaning,

but don't change the fact that I'll never talk to my mother again. How many more reasons do you want?

None.

I'm sorry.

-I went a bit far.

-Yeah.

You did.

Look, can we start again? I think I've been a bit of a prat.

Just a bit?

Hi, I'm Jack.

Nice to meet you.

I'm Frances.

And I'm reserving judgement.

Fair dos.

About time. Where have you been?

-You are never going to believe what that new doctor's just done.

-What?

I was in the surgery and Adeeb's bust all his leg. He scaled the fence, fixed him...

Why are you not at the hospital?

Leyla's with Adeeb. I had to get back.

But Doctor Hunter has seen your patients.

Is he OK?

He's out of the woods.

Great.

You saved his life.

You'd have done the same if you'd got there first.

But I didn't.

OK, well, do you want me to run through afternoon surgery with you?

-No. I'll find everything in the records.

-Look, it's no bother.

-No.

-I just thought that if we could...

-Look, I'm really grateful for what you did this afternoon.

But it changes nothing.

-Sorry for leaving you in the lurch earlier.

-That's OK. I hope Adeeb's all right.

-Thanks.

Tomorrow, then?

How's about a wee drink to seal the deal?

I need to get shopping, stuff for Cal.

-Another time.

-Aye, maybe.

Don't listen to him. He thinks a quiff is the height of fashion.

No way. I think it's ahead of the game.

I'll get that colour mixed up.

Today is just full of surprises.

-First the daredevil doctor, now you're laughing away with Frances.

-Well, she seems all right.

-Just all right?

-What d'you want me to say?

-That you wouldn't kick her out of bed for leaving toast crumbs.

Maybes aye, maybes no...

Nothing like a wee flutter at the end of a hard day, eh?

That's what they say.

That was some Spiderman stunt that you pulled over at the Portakabins earlier.

It was nothing.

Anyway, Leyla phoned.

Adeeb's going to be OK.

So if you fancy asking our Michael for a pay-rise,

now's the time.

Or is that not how it works?

No.

Bad luck.

Yeah, I'm kind of on a streak.

Maybe you'd do better with a game of skill?

Like what?

There's a decent wee pool table over the pub if you fancy a couple of games?

Give you a chance to meet the locals.

Somewhere else to be?

-No.

-Right, then.

Game on.

I'll just close up.

You're home?

Yeah, he's fast asleep.

I'm just here to grab him some things and I'll head back in.

God, Michael, I thought...

I thought...

I know. I know.

-If it wasn't for Dan...

-He was on the scene, that's all.

What's this?

We'd invited Dan to dinner. I was going to cancel,

but after what he did today I thought it's the least I could do.

I'll get it started then leave you two to it.

What time did you tell him?

You had remembered we'd invited him?

Change of plan.

-He can't make it?

-Why not?

Two minutes.

Typical! No-one tells me anything!

Go on.

I don't think it's going to work.

So, did you leave anyone behind in the London?

I told you, I'm single.

Well, there's single and there's single.

-You might have a fella in every port for all I know.

-No, not me.

Actually, I'm kind of sworn off men.

I don't have the best track record.

Too many bad boys, eh?

-Is there any other kind?

-Plenty. I can do you a good line in naughty but nice.

Like I said, I'm on the wagon.

-Only, I saw you with him the other night.

-You spying on me?

Not deliberately, but you do tend to stand out in the crowd.

-You going to chase up those drinks or what?

-Coming right up.

So, what's up, Doc?

You saved a kid's life today.

You should be on top of the world.

Like I say, it was no big deal.

Try telling that to Leyla and Michael.

Oh, I'm sure they'll find a way to express their gratitude.

Eventually.

You guys had a fall-out?

No. Leyla's great.

-And Michael?

-Look, you seem like a decent bloke,

but right now I could do without the third degree. Can we just play?

Sure.

You know what his problem is, though?

He's too responsible.

Ever since he was knee-high, Michael always had to be in charge.

Patients, lads in the army, even me and Leo.

How'd you mean?

My ma died when we were kids.

My da did his best, but it was Mick dragged us up.

He never told me that.

He's not proud of it. But he should be.

He put food in the fridge, cooked it,

cleaned our boots every morning, the whole bit.

And he's still looking after us, even now.

-You don't strike me as the kind of guy who needs his hand held.

-I'm not.

-But Leo's a different story.

-He's the big war hero, isn't he?

In Afghanistan, maybe. Back home,

he's just a scared wee boy.

In what way?

Well, I suppose it's no secret round here.

Leo had an issue with drugs.

Downers, painkillers.

-Bet you Michael never told you that one, either.

-No.

I don't blame him.

Leo screwed him over. It hit Mick kind of hard.

Kind of a trust thing.

What I'm trying to say is,

Michael might seem like he's got a pole up his derriere. And he has.

But there's been times that he needed it there to keep him up standing.

-Left on your own?

-Not any more, by the looks of it.

-Sounds like an invitation.

-If you like.

This seat's taken.

That's all right, I need to go anyway.

He doesn't give up easily, does he?

-And neither do you.

-Aye, but trust me,

you don't want to go cosying up to Lenny Murdoch.

Where were we?

I was going home.

-What about your drink?

-Enjoy.

Who ever thought about putting your ma on the phones wants their heid examined.

-How'd it go?

-Er, refer to last statement.

-I'm starving. Is the tea ready?

-No.

-Kelly-Marie's got a job.

-Brilliant! Where about?

The arcade.

-Perfect!

-Aye, great. Now the whole family's working for Lenny Murdoch.

Just like everybody else round here.

What's the problem?

-I thought you'd be happy she's settling in?

-I am.

-Looks like it.

It's like I don't even know her any mair.

She's all grown up.

That's kind of how it goes, darling.

I've missed everything.

Wee Cal doesn't even know what to call me.

Thinks some Peruvian woman's his granny!

And where is she?

-Peru.

-Exactly.

A million miles away.

Scarlett, c'mon, get a grip.

Look at what's in front of you.

A lovely daughter,

a fantastic grandson,

who's yours, no matter what he calls you.

And no-one's going to take that away. No-one.

-Right, sort this out.

-Leyla.

Sort it! I'm going to the hospital.

By the time I'm back, I want this fixed.

Maybe I should have told you.

I didn't think it was relevant.

I still go to meetings and I've been dry for two years.

It's just not a big deal.

To me.

It's not a part of my life any more.

Here. This is the number of my sponsor, Kenny.

Give him a call. He'll vouch for me.

Put it away.

Look, I've had issues with addicts in the past.

Your brother.

Gabriel filled me in.

Turns out I'm not the only one who only told half the story.

-He told me about your mother dying.

-That's irrelevant.

Michael...

I don't care that you never grew up with a silver spoon stuck who knows where,

but I do care that you felt you had to lie

about your family background so I'd consider being your partner.

I'm not bothered about your past.

What you had to do to get by.

That's gone.

I want to be your partner because I think you're a good man and a good doctor.

I hope you can feel the same way about me.

Let's get out of here.

Grab a coffee or something.

Here's the man of the moment.

Thanks for your help today.

You were brilliant.

Can I get you a drink? I mean...

an orange juice, maybe?

Aye.

Somebody's got something to say to you.

I'm sorry I got the wrong end of the stick the day.

What she's trying to say is that she's dead sorry for spreading a whole lot of rubbish about you.

Aye, something like that.

-Forget it. I have.

-I've not.

Drinks are on you, then.

Good call.

So...

The arcade, eh? I was just saying to your ma, it's perfect.

Nice and handy. Eh, Scarlett?

No, I'm not having this.

No after a hard day's work.

I don't know what's eating you two,

but you've completely ruined my dinner.

Do you want to make up so I can enjoy a nice cup of tea?

Look at yourselves!

Two peas in the a pig-headed pod.

Right, fine.

I'll have this through there.

-Happy now?

-Not really.

You'd rather hound that man away from his dinner table than apologise to me?

No. I wouldnae.

I'd apologise right now if I had something worth apologising for.

Anyway, nothing to stop you going first.

You were the one that said you went to Peru to get away from me!

-Cos I knew you were ashamed of me!

-How could I be ashamed of you? You're my wee lassie!

Ma, I'm sorry.

-No, I'm sorry.

-No, I'm sorry more.

Come here, you wee daftie.

Tell me you're not going back?

I'm not going back.

Right, I better shoot. Busy day tomorrow.

Yeah, me too.

And...thanks.

For Adeeb. If you hadn't got there so quickly...

Forget it. Thanks for coming around.

Just don't screw this up for me, OK?

I won't.

See ya.

How's about that wee game of pool, then?

I've got to get back to the B&B.

The landlady's a bit scary.

I tell you what, why don't you give her a phone

and tell her you've found a better place with better terms.

Meet the best landlady in town.

Gabriel was mentioning that perhaps you might be looking for somewhere

-to stay, and we have a very nice spare room.

-Oh, no, I couldn't.

No. I'd be more than delighted to have the new doctor as my lodger.

My terms are very reasonable, aren't they, Gabriel?

Absolutely. And she also does the best fry-ups in the Inch.

Oh, away you go!

Sounds like we've got ourselves a deal.

Wonderful.

I'll just go and make up the bed, then.

So, what was that stake on the pool game again? Call it a fiver?

What's the point in that?

Call it 50.

I'm too glamorous to be a granny.

I'm thinking maybe glam-ma?

Glam-ma.

Aye, that's perfect.

Put me through to the residents' lounge.

Just do it, eh?

Hi.

I want to speak to my mum, Agnes.

Yeah, it's Vivien McCabe.

I came down to see my friend Lenny Murdoch.

And here's Vivien McCabe.

A score to settle over her brother.

Sooner or later, you're going to push it to far.

And this time, I'll make sure it's you that takes the hit.

I don't have time to play games.

Neither do I.

'We're going to work together, Vivian.'

You're going to get everything you can from Lenny.

What he's planning, who he's working with, everything he's in on. You'll get the lot and then give it to me.

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