21/02/2012 River City

I just don't have the energy for this any more.

-For what?

-Us.

-40%. Final offer.

-30.

Lots of conditions can cause memory problems.

The time was I could remember everything.

I knew the bus timetable like the back of my hand.

-Dad, I've changed my mind. I'm going on the trip.

-Great.

I'm not going on the school trip - I'm going to find Stevie.

DOOR CLOSES

I'm late for Nicole.

Very nice.

Where's Nicole?

-So did anyone else back out?

-No.

What about her mates - were any of her mates dogging school?

The only one she's had contact with is Christina - she says the same as the school.

Her phone's still switched off.

What's her other number?

-Sorry?

-The phone Stevie gave her...

I don't know the number. Only Stevie knew it.

If you're lying...

I'm not! She only used it for him, honest.

She probably hasn't used it since they broke up.

If you hear from her, let me know, OK?

See you.

-What are you looking for?

-Her mum's number.

-You don't think she's gone to Chloe's in Canada, do you?

-No! Where would she get the money from?

She's nothing if not resourceful, our Nicole.

-I think we should phone the police.

-It's not as if she's been snatched off the street.

She's planned this.

This is more than just attention-seeking, Michael.

It's teaching me a lesson.

He used to do the same - take the huff about something and disappear.

Aye, for a couple of days. Never a week.

I've never known anyone to just run off like this.

Our lot did it all the time.

You just don't get it, do you? And why would you?

It's a Brodie thing.

Maybe Leyla's right, maybe we should phone the police.

Not yet. Let's talk to the boys, Chloe, call round her classmates...

Somebody's bound to know something.

TV PLAYS

DOOR CLOSES

It's so good to see you! I missed you.

-Yeah?

-Aye. The place has been tidy without you!

I'm just kidding. Well, maybe no'. Anyway, it's great to have you back.

Thought you might've come and met me.

I didn't think you'd want your mum picking you up in front of your friends.

Suppose.

Anyway, we're here now, so tell me all about your trip.

What do you mean she's gone AWOL?

-She didn't go on her school trip.

-Don't blame her. Normandy? Yawn.

-Sssh!

-This is serious, guys. Your sister's gone off.

We don't know who with or where.

-Cool!

-No, not cool. Dangerous and irresponsible.

She hasn't been in touch with your mum. Has she said anything to either of you?

You didn't overhear her talking to anyone? Read any messages?

-Nah. Nothin'.

-You'd tell me if you had, though, right?

-Definitely.

-Course.

-This is serious, Conor.

-Yeah, like I'd cover for HER!

How'd she pull that one off?

Right, you two, clear this mess up.

A week away from this dump? Jammy git.

-How was the honeymoon?

-Aye, it was good, thanks.

It was dead romantic. Just the two of us in a tent, and Mother Nature all around.

You'll glad to be back then, dear?

-Any chance of a nibble?

-Get off!

Seriously, I could murder a roll and black pudding. I missed lunch.

Well, you'll need to wait your turn.

I suppose it was very romantic the way you did things - eloping!

I'm not so sure Scarlett would agree.

Aye, well, she'll get over it.

-You think?

-It was what we wanted.

Aye, and you were one of the first ones to congratulate us.

And I meant it. I just can understand how she feels, that's all.

-What about your roll?

-I'll wait outside.

Her and Bob - they're married?

-Yes, Malcolm.

-Really?

You remember, dear?

Course I remember. My heid's no' mush just yet.

Fancy a wee grease monkey like Bob landing a nice lassie like that.

-Dad, when are you going to get your results?

-Oh, I don't know.

This afternoon sometime.

Mind and tell me so I can get Stella to cover, eh?

Fuss and bother over nothing.

The doctor'll help you.

Disnae mean I've got to look forward to it. Where's my bacon roll?

-Here we are.

-Thank you.

-What was it you were having to eat again?

-He's the bacon roll and I'm the scone.

-That's right.

Don't worry, dear, we can all be a wee bit forgetful sometimes.

Ya beauty!

Have you cooled down now, aye?

-I just didnae want to listen to that.

-Well, she has got a point.

-What will we do about your ma?

-Ask her if she fancies a drink.

In HER mood? You've got a death wish.

What else can I do?

I don't know, but if either of us asks her, she'll tell us to do one.

I'll say to Jimmy to get her to the pub.

A couple of vinos and honeymoon pictures, she'll be fine.

She cannae stay mad forever, can she?

-Why, thank you.

-My pleasure.

Murray just gave me a lift back in from town.

-Hope you don't mind me hijacking your girl!

-No. Nice motor.

-Aye, it is.

-Is it 2 litre?

-1.6. Fast and economic.

Bet you the insurance must be sky high, eh?

No, it's surprisingly not.

I suppose when you're old... er, an experienced driver, it's no' too bad?

Never had you down for a poser, Murray.

No, I'm not. Not at all.

Maybe it just hit me -

life's too short not to have a bit of fun.

OK, if you do hear anything at all, just give us a call, OK?

And you're sure Carmen doesn't know anything?

Thank you. I'll let you know as soon as we hear. Bye-bye.

Well?

-Nothing.

-Nothing on the computer for over a week either.

Police, please.

Yes, I'd like to report a missing person.

Ah, is that you away?

Yep. Patients waiting. Michael's preoccupied.

Oh?

Nicole's just playing up. Oh, Malcolm's results are in.

Now, that's the thing. He has a prior arrangement for this afternoon.

So he'll have to reschedule, I'm afraid.

-OK. Just let me know when suits.

-Right.

-Hi.

-Hi.

He looks harassed, that boy.

He should slow down a bit, he'll burn himself out.

He is busy.

In fact, he's had to cancel your appointment this afternoon.

Oh, no.

Some emergency or other.

Goodness, I thought you would be relieved.

It's got to happen sometime. The sooner the better.

This is just dragging it out longer.

-Is this all for washing?

-Mmm?

-Christina?!

Did you have a skivvy picking up after you at the hotel?

-It was a chateau, actually.

-Oooh!

La-di-dah!

That explains why she's come back like Lady Muck.

Molly's right. You should help out more.

-Happy now?

-No. Not happy.

PHONE RINGS

-Christina?!

-What?!

I'm talking to you! Don't ignore me!

-(If only I could.)

-What was that?

The telly's not good!

DOORBELL RINGS

You're a disgrace, talking to your mammy like that.

Make us a cup of tea.

Of course! Would madam be requiring anything with it?

Like a boot up the backside, maybe?

Christina O'Hara?

Yeah?

We'd like to ask you some questions about Nicole Brodie.

Right, that's £1...

-£4.50.

-Eh?! It's only a coffee.

-You can buy that car, you can afford it.

-Now, wait a minute, Gina.

-What you trying to do?

-Rub it in, eh?

-What?

-I've got enough to worry about with my dad and this place,

-never mind you going about flaunting your fancy motor.

-I'm not flaunting anything.

I nearly lose my business, and you throw your money away on that?!

-I'm just trying to...

-You were the one that lectured me

about the Oyster not being a watertight investment.

Well, I hope your latest investment's watertight.

Cos it looks like it's about to rain.

Oh, no!

-You got an address for him?

-DOORBELL RINGS

-No.

-Any idea where he might be?

-No. Sorry.

Anyone else she hung around with?

Just me. And I've told you everything I know.

Why are you wasting your time with her?

-She doesn't know anything.

-Mr Bro...

-You should be looking for Nicole!

I've already discussed procedure with you. If you don't mind, we're in the middle of an interview.

She's my daughter. I've every right to be here.

He's right. Let him stay.

-If we could just go through your statement again...

-Why?!

She's told you everything she knows.

-My daughter is missing here. The least you can do is help!

-I have!

-Christina!

-This isn't helping your daughter, sir.

You're all making a fuss about nothing, anyway. She's fine.

How do you know she's fine?

I don't. She just...will be.

-You said, "She's fine."

-I mean, chances are.

-She's lying.

-We'll decide that, Mr Brodie.

My daughter wouldn't lie.

-Look at her face.

-I'm not listening to this.

Christina, if you know anything you have to tell the truth.

You don't believe me either.

I'm telling the truth! Get off my back!

Nic, it's me. Where are you?

-So what do you think?

-It's nice!

Is my dad dead worried?

He is a nightmare, him. Big starey eyes, saying I was lying.

So now do you feel my pain?! Conor and Adeeb OK?

I think they're jealous.

-What did the police say?

-I thought they were going to get a big lamp out

and shine it in my face. Total cross-examination, so it was.

Like on the telly?!

They asked about boyfriends and stuff.

If you were upset about anything...

They are worried, though.

-Who?

-Your dad, Gabriel, Leyla...

-Huh!

-What?

They two, they deserve it.

It's great here. No-one breathing down your neck, hassling you, narking away.

-Sounds bliss.

-And then some!

-So, who's this Cammy, then?

-Just a pal.

-A pal? Aye, right.

-He's Stevie's pal. It's nothing like that.

-Are you sure?

-Totally. He's cool, that's all. Anyway, stop fishing

-and tell me the gossip.

-What?

School trip - who got off wi' who?

-Spill the beans!

-Right, OK. Wait till you hear this!

-How's Malcolm?

-He's fine, thank you.

I know what it's like, you know.

What?

To have someone, someone close to you...start acting differently.

Really?

-Och, it's nothing.

-No. Tell me. Please.

-It was my grandad.

-What about him?

-He had dementia.

-I see.

-No' that I'm saying that's what's up with Malcolm, or anything.

So...how did you cope? Your family, I mean.

They didn't at first.

That's the scariest part, at the beginning, not knowing what's next.

I can imagine.

But...you learn. And you get on with it.

That's all you can do.

Are you free now?

Well, aye, I suppose.

But I have to tell you, Liz, baby, you're no' my type(!)

I need your help.

Come on.

-What's all this?

-It's to say I know I'm a tactless idiot,

but I can still cook a mean steak.

I made you angry, I'm sorry.

It's your money, you can do what you want with it.

-Especially now.

-I never really wanted the car.

Then why did you buy it, ya big eejit?

-I know I'm not sexy or dangerous...

-You don't have to be!

But I thought if I could show you I could be spontaneous... Gina, I still...

Murray, please, don't say anything else. Let's just eat, eh?

-Thank you so much for doing this.

-It's nothing. There you go.

We don't have a computer. I didn't want to ask Dan about it.

-There's enough to keep you going for a while.

-Yes, looks like it.

Oh!

It says here they call it "the long goodbye".

Look, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you.

You have to know, right?

I suppose.

But this isn't enough. Malcolm needs to see a doctor.

-Yes, I know.

-So? Make him go.

Oh, it's not Malcolm. It's me.

I'm the one who's scared.

I mean...

The thought of saying goodbye is painful enough.

But the thought of having to do it for months, or maybe even years...

You need to speak to someone.

-I can't lose him.

-It might not be that bad.

Yes, but what if it is?

Then you'll cope. You have to.

For Malcolm.

Wow! I love it! Thanks.

Well, happy birthday.

Have you thought about going home?

What for? So I can be treated like a child again? No, thanks.

-Don't blame you.

-You getting hassle?

-Big time.

-Parents - who needs them, eh?

Well, hello there!

Cammy, this is Christina, my pal from school.

Very nice to meet you, Christina.

So are you the smart one Nic's always talking about?

Yeah, this is Einstein!

Shut up! Maybe I should go.

No, don't. You just got here.

I don't know...

-Any pal of Nic's is welcome here.

-Yeah, stay for a bit. Please?

And it's her birthday. You cannae leave without helping us celebrate.

Unless you've got something to rush back for?

Dr Brodie. Sorry to hear about Nicole.

-Any word?

-Well, we've tracked down Stevie Burns.

-And?

-Your daughter's not with him.

How do you know that for sure? He could be covering for her.

-He's on remand.

-What?! He was never charged for the incident with Nicole.

No, but when we took his prints they matched some we already had on our database.

An unsolved warehouse robbery. Seems his past finally caught up with him.

He's nae use to us inside, is he?

Did he give you anything, any leads?

-We'll speak to him in due course.

-Due course? What does that mean?

Means when they feel like it.

Rest assured, we're treating your daughter's disappearance very seriously.

We'll be in touch when we have some news.

I thought Nicole might have mentioned you were in prison.

Aye, she might've...if she knew.

"By the way, doll, I'm in court next week, and I'm going down for sure for robbery.

"But that was before I knew you. So any chance on waiting on us or whit?"

She's better off out of it.

How did my daughter ever get involved with scum like you?

-I asked myself the same thing every day I was with her.

-Sure you did.

It doesn't matter you don't believe me.

I know, right? I know what I am, and I know what she is.

Michael, I know she deserves better.

Do you have any idea where she could be, or who she could be with?

Christina?

Nae idea.

There must be something, someone? You must have some idea who she could be with?

If I knew, I would tell you. Honestly I would. I'm just as worried as you.

Aye, right.

Whatever you think of me, I love Nicole.

So don't you tell me what I feel.

I couldn't care less. I'm only interested in what you know.

I don't know anything, Michael. I wish to God I did.

Yeah, you and me both.

HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYS

You can come and visit when we get OUR place.

Place?

Yeah, Stevie's sorted it.

Me and Stevie got a wee flat lined up.

I'm going to move in with them once they finish decorating it.

-Yeah?

-The lady of the house, eh? You're welcome too.

-The more the merrier.

-Thanks!

Can you imagine it - no parents, no chores, no nagging.

-Sounds great!

-Right, I'm going for some Chinese. Fancy it?

I'm starving but I don't have any money.

Don't worry about it.

You can get one next time.

He won't let me pay for anything. He forks out for everything.

-Just as well, mind you.

-Are you skint?

Beyond skint.

I just wish I could treat him or something - you know, to say thanks. He's been so good to me.

Worried about your dad?

This is it, isn't it?

-The beginning of the end.

-Don't say that.

Och, Murray, you're the only one I can say it to.

And here's me adding to your stress.

Stupid car. Don't know what was I thinking.

-It's a nice car.

-It's going back.

I'm more of a Volvo man.

Well, now you come to mention it!

I'm going to miss this.

Me too.

What am I going to do without you?

You'll be fine.

Malcolm'll be OK too.

You think?

He's got all of you - how could he not be?

Yeah.

I suppose.

Hey.

I just can't bear the thought of him not being here.

-Then make the most of him while he is.

-Yeah.

What am I going to do without YOU?

Anyway, we can talk about the results when Gina and Eileen are here.

Fine by me, Doc.

Any word on Nicole?

No, I'll look in on them later.

Poor lassie, to run away like that?

As if running away ever solved anything.

Yeah. Michael must be in a right state.

So I'll see Gina and Eileen later.

Sure thing. Hey, and make sure you don't stand us up this time!

-Sorry?

-I'll start to think you're avoiding me.

-Sorry, Malcolm...

-Och, he's havering!

Am I heck! I'm still here, you know!

Off you go. Don't want to keep all those sick people waiting, do we?

Pain in the backside, dragging Gina and Eileen out at night.

It should all have been done and dusted by now.

I cancelled your appointment, not Dan.

-Why did you do that, woman?!

-Och, I'm sorry.

I suppose I was just afraid of what he might say.

We have to hear it.

Yes, I know, but...

-I'm scared, Malcolm.

-I'm not. Why should YOU be?

You just said it yourself -

running away never solved anything in this life.

-I know, but...

-Whatever happens, we'll muddle through, eh?

Here.

I'm sorry for getting upset earlier.

Hey, it's me - you don't have to be embarrassed.

Murray...

Maybe it'd better if you go tonight.

-We just...

-I know...

..and it was nice.

Nice?!

Thanks.

It was better than nice.

-Talk about being damned with faint praise.

-Sorry.

Look, Murray, I've just got so much on my plate right now,

what with dad and the cafe.

Then let me help, with the cafe at least.

No. Mixing business and pleasure - it's never going to work for you and I, is it?

I've only got room in my life right now for my dad and the Oyster.

And me?

We made our decision.

It was the right one.

Quiet drink?

You set me up, Jimmy Mullen.

Somebody's got to, cos you're making a mess of things.

Now, look, what's happened... has happened.

You've got two choices. You can either gain a daughter,

or lose a son.

-You think she's going to kick aff again?

-Who knows?

Assume brace position.

Annie, darlin',

-bottle of champagne, please.

-Coming up.

Toast the newlyweds.

Cheers, Ma.

It's my pleasure, darlin'. I've missed you.

Missed you an' all.

Every happiness.

And here's me thinking women are the emotional ones.

-You sure you got it right?

-She made it pretty clear.

She only cares about her dad and the cafe,

she's got no room for anything else in her life. Meaning yours truly.

Ouch.

But...it's probably true.

You think?

Well, she nearly lost the cafe,

she's gone into business with Lenny. Talk about out of the frying pan.

She's going to have to watch her back at every turn.

Seems that he owns everything round here now. Makes you think, eh?

What?

Well...

CHAMPAGNE CORK POPS Don't say anything to Iona, but I've had an offer for the deli.

Where from?

One of these discount chains.

A chain? The big boys are coming to Shieldinch!

Well, I haven't decided yet.

But at least that's one place Lenny Murdoch won't be getting his hands on.

Cheers! Cheers, everybody!

-Cheers, darlin'.

-All the best.

-What did you think of the photos?

-They're brilliant!

-Your dress is nice.

Did I say I was lonely?

For your share of the Oyster.

-What?

-You interested?

Interested enough.

You worried about her?

She isn't picking up. Do you mind if we go home?

She'll be back before you know it, with her tail between her legs, making the place a tip.

I'm just worried, that's all.

-If anything happened to her...

-Shush! She'll be back soon, don't worry.

Gina, you haven't seen Nicole, have you?

-No, why?

-She's missing.

Oh, Michael, I'm so sorry.

We've called the police, they may call in to the cafe asking.

-Sure. Anything I can do?

-Just keep an eye out, eh?

-Aye, course.

-Thanks.

Michael, she'll be in my prayers, eh?

There's something you should see.

-You were right, she's home!

-Told you.

-Christina! Christina!

Christina...

What are you doing?

Change of plan. I want you and your stuff out. Now.

I thought maybe we could talk.

Well, you know, I'm all done talking. And this?

-This left me speechless.

-I can explain that.

-How dare you go behind my back?!

-I was just trying to help.

You know, all afternoon I've been thinking,

"Am I doing the right thing, finishing it?"

But now... All of that...

Gone. So you can take your help and shove it.

No sale.

OK, I know you're annoyed.

-Yeah, just a bit.

-That's because you care.

-You think?!

-I KNOW. Why do you think we ended up in bed earlier?

I was upset about my dad.

Not true.

I still want you,

and I know you still want me.

You know NOTHING!

Do you know what it took me to go into business with Murdoch?!

I am sick of this.

I'm sick of being blamed for what's happened. It's not my fault.

Everything has been your decision.

My decision?! I didn't have a choice!

-You could have asked me.

-I DID ask you.

You didn't. Not once.

You took Murdoch's money because you didn't want to be beholden to me.

-Now you're being ridiculous.

-Am I?!

You and your precious Oyster.

You had to do it on your own. You couldn't let me in.

You love that cafe more than you've ever loved me.

I just hope it's enough to keep you warm at night.

Get out.

We could have had a good life together. You're throwing it away.

You're going to end up a lonely old woman.

Just get out! GET OUT!

PHONE RINGS

Nic! That's your phone!

Nic!

Hello, Nicole's phone. It's Christina.

Stevie! She's in the toilet.

No, she's OK. Where have you been? She's been looking all over for you.

What?

No... For how long?

What?!

Stevie?

Stevie!

Was it him?

-Yeah.

-No way! That's twice I've missed him today.

Nic...

What? What is it? Where is he?

He's in jail.

Any luck?

Someone must know something.

Aye, but this is pure scattergun, Mick.

-We're no' going to find her like this.

-You got a better idea? It's my daughter out there.

-If anything happens to her...

-Hey...

-If anything happens to any of the kids, to Leyla...

If I lost them... They're all I've got.

Right, we keep looking.

No answer.

Let's get out of here, yeah?

I don't know.

Where did you get that?

It doesn't matter. Let's use it to get a taxi.

To where? I'm not going home. No way.

How much do you really know about this Cammy?

He's Stevie's pal, he must be OK.

-He's been lying to you!

-Why would Cammy lie?

I don't know, but you don't really know him.

And this place isn't for you.

It stinks, right enough.

You can stay at ours. Just call your dad, and let him know you're OK.

What do you say?

-OK, but just a phone call.

-Yeah. Now, where's your stuff?

Hurry up!

Leaving so soon, ladies?

Blood pressure, blood count, thyroid, urine - they're all fine.

Heart and lung function are OK. Outwith your pleural plaque symptoms, you're looking good.

At least the memory loss doesn't appear to be the result of any physical issue.

What does that mean?

Well, the next stage is referral to a memory clinic to assess your brain function.

And after that?

That depends on their assessment and what type of memory problems Malcolm has.

-What do YOU think?

-I'm afraid I don't know.

There's different types of...dementia.

Until we know what we're dealing with, I can't predict anything.

-I see.

-But if this is anything more than age-related, it's in the very early stages.

Well, that's good news, eh, Dad?

-Whatever it is, we're here.

-You don't have to worry about a thing,

cos we're going to look after you.

-You lied to her.

-What?! Aye, all right.

Stevie phoned. There's no house. He's in jail.

Right, OK, I admit it. I lied.

Told you.

Scumbag! Let's get out of here.

But I did it to protect you.

-Yeah, right!

-I mean it. I knew how upset you were about your dad.

If I'd told you about Stevie, it could've done your nut right in.

-Don't listen to him!

-I thought he'd be out in a few weeks wi' good behaviour.

The longer I could put off telling her, the less she'd worry.

-Come on!

-What's in it for me, eh? I'm keeping her.

-Keeping her out her face, more like.

-I think it's time you left.

Not without her. You coming?

Nicole, come on.

I can't. My family...

I know I slagged him off, but Michael's not bad.

He cares about you. And there's Leyla, she's all right. Gabriel - he's worried too.

-You've not got a clue, have you?!

-Then tell me!

I did. My dad.

You're lying! I lied to my mum for you, to everyone.

I stole for you! And you won't even tell me the truth?!

Just you have a go as well! You're just as bad as the rest of them.

Yeah, I am. They care about you as well.

Then, where are they - her folks?

I don't see anybody. Just a greetin' little schoolwean.

Don't listen to him, Nic. He's messing with your head.

I said I'd look after you, and I will. I promised Stevie.

Yeah?

Aye. Who else have you got?

You know what, maybe you should go back wi' her.

-What?

-I thought you wanted to be on your own, have a laugh.

But you're just a wean.

-You're not leaving?

-She's going to grass.

Come on, come home.

Look at that! And that was the bothy. It was pure freezing, man.

We managed to warm it up, though!

I'll bet!

I know it wisnae dead posh for a honeymoon or nothing.

-So romantic, though.

-Once we've got enough money together, we'll go abroad then.

I don't care about going abroad.

-That's what she says now!

-What's that?

She loves you, she'll follow you to the ends of the Earth, blah, blah, blah.

Enjoy it while you can cos it won't last.

Come on.

-What's your problem, Murray?

-Leave it, Scarlett.

My problem?

I'll tell you what my problem is.

I fell in love with a woman who cheated on me...

..with her hairdresser.

I fell in love with a cheap tart.

Hey! That's my pal you're talking about!

Sorry, sorry, you're right, you are absolutely right.

She's not a tart.

She's a slut.

Murray...I know you're upset, but...

Oh! Standing by your woman?

Commendable...

Till the day she turns round and tears your heart out.

And believe me, she will.

-I'm going to swing for him!

-He's drunk. Come on.

You're going to empty this bar single-handed.

It's a talent.

Stick another one in there.

I think you've had enough.

And I think you are here to serve. Fill it up. Now.

You're out of order.

You've been taking my money all night, and suddenly it's not good enough?

You were all over me earlier, just cos I have a flash car.

Trust me, you need way more than a fancy car.

I know what you are.

Use a man, take what you can get, then bin him like a bit of rubbish.

What's going on?

This TART won't serve me.

Right, out! You're not talking to the staff like that. Out!

You're chucking me out?!

Just like your sister.

You women, you are all the bloody same.

Not hungry.

It's going to be all right, Malcolm.

You think?

There's help out there, ways of coping.

I don't want to cope. I want to live, to remember.

And you will.

I love being with you, our life.

I don't want to lose a minute of it.

-And I'm going to.

-Sssh.

-I want to keep every second.

Well, then, let's make the most of every second.

I do love you - you know that, don't you?

Of course I do.

I need you to know, not to forget.

Listen,

I will always know.

I thought the police would've had some kind of news by now.

You havin' a laugh? The polis?

-They'll do nothing.

-Right, I'm going back out in the car.

-To look where?

-I don't know, but I can't just sit here. I've got to do something.

Running off like this - it isn't my Christina. She's a good girl.

Meaning?

She didn't mean anything, Michael.

-You saying Nicole's a bad influence?

-She didn't say that.

-It's what she meant.

-Well, now you mention it...

Bad parents always blame everyone but themselves.

-I suppose you'd know?

-If it wasn't for you, none of this would have happened.

-Whit?!

-Well, Nicole and that waste of space - Stevie.

That whole Helensburgh farce was down to you.

-Blaming him because your daughter is a...

-DOORBELL RINGS

A what? What are you saying about my daughter?

-How dare you?!

-Enough!

-This bickering isn't helping anyone!

-DOOR CLOSES

Oh, darlin'!

-Mum, I'm so sorry I ran off like that.

-Sssh.

-You're home now.

-Nicole?

I know where she is.

-Which one is it?

-I don't know!

-You need to be sure!

This one! This one here!

-That one?

-Yeah.

-Michael, take your time. Michael, you don't know what's up there.

Do you recognise any of these men as being the man who was with Nicole?

That's him, that's Cammy.

-Look again, make sure.

-No, that's him, all right.

Is there anything else you have to tell us?

Then, thank you for your co-operation. You can go home now.

Thanks.

-Conor, Adeeb, upstairs now, please.

-Aw, what?

-I mean it.

-She's my sister, I should know too.

-I said, upstairs!

-What's going on?

-Now!

The man Christina identified...

-What about him?

-He's known to us.

He's got a record for procurement - specifically underage girls.

Procurement - what does that even mean?

He grooms girls, gets them hooked on drink or drugs, or both,

and then sells them to the highest bidder.

I'm sorry.

KEY RATTLES IN DOOR

I meant what I said earlier.

-I'll take care of you.

-Yeah?

-I promise.

So what's next?

It's a surprise.

What if something happens to her?

-Nah.

-You read about it in the papers. Girls going missing.

-That's other folk, not Nicole.

-Aye, but what if?

Don't say that. It's not going to happen - it's Nicole, right?

It can't.

Hoi, that's some racket!

Any news about your sister?

Nah.

Your poor dad. He must be going off his head.

Suppose you're all worried sick.

-You think? Who gives a...?

-Conor!

It's none of her business anyway.

What did you just say?

None...of...your...business.

Look, son, I know you're worried about your sister.

-But go easy on my wall, eh?

-Get stuffed!

Nosy auld bag!

The money doesn't matter.

It does. I should never have taken it, and now look.

God knows where they are.

-You were trying to help your friend.

-And made the whole thing worse.

You tried to get her to come home.

It's not your fault.

You're not mad at me?

You're the most...precious thing in the world to me.

Thank you.

It's better than Gina's.

It's more than I deserve.

You're right.

I'll apologise to Annie.

You'd better.

I don't know what came over me.

Six pints and two double whiskies, apparently.

Gina threw me out.

I'm sorry.

Come up to the flat, have something to eat, stay the night.

I don't think Eileen would be too happy about that, do you?

Eileen's never happy!

I don't want to cause any more trouble.

Maybe it's time I go it alone.

Gina's made it clear there's nothing left.

Her coffee was rubbish anyway(!)

What you going to do?

Don't know.

All I do know is that it's over. I've got to accept that.

Time to let go.

I wasn't sure if she'd like it.

Michael, she'll love it.

I thought she might swap it. I kept the receipt.

-Who cares?

-I thought it might be a bit too old for her.

Will you quit banging on about that flamin' present?

What will I do with it now?

SHE SOBS

GLASS SHATTERS

I've just had the police at my door

to question Conor and Adeeb about the Oyster being vandalised.

Breakfast and a shower - that's the best offer you'll get all day.

Looks like nothing's been touched.

-Suppose I should phone the police, eh?

-I'll do it.

Don't let anyone force you to do anything you don't want to.

I don't need special treatment or spoken to with hushed tones, or treated with kid gloves, all right?

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