17/04/2012 River City

I'm late.

Oh, you need to get yourself a test.

Negative. I actually think I'm a wee bit disappointed.

Me as well.

Model mother, you, eh?

Just leave me in peace, please.

'I understand what you must be going through.'

No, you don't. You don't have a clue.

No! Aye, right!

-We'll be double-dating by the end of the week!

-You're terrible!

And?

-And whit?

-Where's the chocolate muffin I asked for?

You forgot her muffin, you dozy cow.

Me? You were there an' aw.

I'm waiting.

HE SHRIEKS

-There you are.

-Cheers.

Chocolate muffin to go, please, Stella, and make it quick.

There's a queue here, pal.

Sorry, but this is a matter of life and death.

-Mine, if the boss doesn't get what she wants.

-There you are.

Ta. It's aw yours.

Sorry. What can I get you?

-Can I have a cappuccino, please?

-A tea, please.

Oh, hiya, Jimmy!

-Hiya.

-I thought we could have a night doon the pub.

-Maybe have something to eat an' aw.

-Fine by me.

Aye, I was thinking of asking Bubba and Stella as well.

-Make it a special family evening.

-Special? What's the occasion?

There isnae one. I just thought it'd be nice, that's all. OK?

-Aye, all right.

-Aye.

Right.

Hiya, doll.

We need to sort out who's doing who for Liz's wedding.

No, we don't.

I've already told the blushing bride I'd weave my magic on her locks.

-Fair do's.

-D'you fancy a night on the tiles later?

Oh, go on! There's a new club no' long opened.

-Wall to wall full of hungry, horny men.

-Horny, hungry, GAY men, I presume?

-Of course.

-Think I'll give it a miss.

-Oh, go on.

Is it any wonder I'm single?

Every time we go out it's to a gay club.

I'm never going to meet anybody there, am I?

-Please! For me!

-Why do I have to go anyway?

Cos you're my BFF.

And I'm sure it's written in stone somewhere that every gay guy

and his BFF have to go everywhere and dae everything together.

Besides, I'm gonnae need you at the end of the night

to hold my jacket when I'm winching a handsome.

Ha-a!

It's gonnae be OK, Ma.

-Just think - after today, it'll all be over.

-You think so?

Once the wig's gone, that's it, isn't it?

I'm not sure it's not that easy, darlin'.

They've telt me at the hospital,

"Don't let cancer define who and what you are."

Need to move on and not dwell on what's happened.

And I've tried, I try every day.

It's just I can't help wondering.

Wondering what?

-Ach, disnae matter.

-No, tell me.

You're right. The wig coming off today is a big step.

It's the last thing to remind me of this bloody illness.

It's just... I'm worried I might be jinxing things.

I don't know what you mean.

What if I celebrate too much and I tempt the cancer back?

Why are you even thinking something like that?

Kelly, my whole life changed the day I found out I had cancer. I changed.

It's like everything that happened before

happened to a different person.

I cannae explain it.

And I know it sounds daft, right,

but I just want to be me again.

-You are you.

-No, I'm no'.

I'm just this wee scared woman

who sits and dreads about it all coming back again.

Then you'll beat it!

Ma, wig or no wig, you are the strongest person I know.

Nothing can break you. Now, come on.

And anyway, I'm here, and together we can beat anything.

So have you got any ideas as to what you'd like?

Just do what you can, Robbie. Nae worries, I'm not expecting a miracle or anything.

That's a shame. Cos I perform them several times a day in this salon.

I've got one woman that comes in - I'm no' tellin' you who - she walks in here

looking rougher than Wayne Rooney

but when I'm done wi' her, she's a dead ringer for Kate Moss.

I've worked with loads of clients who've been through what you have.

You don't have to worry, you're totally safe in my hands.

-What's this in aid of?

-Well, we thought today was a special day

so we should mark it with a glass or two.

Cheers.

As Scotland's finest stylist I'm telling you now,

I am not letting you out of that chair

until you look and feel a million dollars. OK?

OK.

There you go.

YAWNING: Thanks.

Whit? Boring you, are we?

No. Just didnae get much sleep last night.

Something keeping you awake?

No' someTHING.

Some people.

Look, I'll try and put this as tactfully as I can.

I ken youse two are trying for a bairn,

but I'd really appreciate it

if you could be a wee bit quieter about it.

Please don't tell me you can hear us?

Every moan and every groan.

-Youse better be quiet tonight cos I've got that meeting with the boss of the new deli tomorrow.

-Sorry.

Oh, aye!

What can I say, mate? I drive my wife wild.

I am just a love machine.

You can shut up an' aw.

I'm surprised you're no' aff the drink.

It's a well-known fact that alcohol can damage a man's fertility.

Whit?

-Well that's the last proper drink you're gonnae have.

-Whit ye daein'?

It's aw yours.

Cheers!

Very good.

I owe you a big thank-you for being so good with my mum.

-She was really nervous earlier.

-D'you think she really liked what I did?

She loved it.

Anyway, see youse tomorrow, have a good night! See ya! Cheerio!

-There's that hottie from earlier.

-What hottie?

-Those two.

-Not my type.

-One on the left's my favourite but I wouldnae mind either of them.

-Preferably at the same time.

-What you lookin' at?

-Nothing.

-Shirt-lifter.

What did you say? I asked you what you just said.

-Robbie, come on, let's go.

-No, no. No' just yet.

I think this MAN needs dragging into the 21st century.

Think it's funny?

Wonder if you'd still find it funny if I told the police what you said.

You cannae go round calling people vile names any more.

It's called a hate crime

-and the courts don't take too kindly to it.

-Is that so?

Aye, it is so. So why don't you take your ignorance and go elsewhere?

Is he for real?

Let's just leave it, eh?

Ben! Come on.

-You OK?

-Fine.

-Are you sure?

-What do you take me for?

Take a lot more than that bigot like him to ruffle my feather boa.

Conor, do me a favour, please, and take the recycling out.

-I'm in the middle of something.

-Now, please.

And switch that off, Adeeb. Dinner's nearly ready.

Why are these ones so full?

-What?

-Did you have a party and not tell us.

Stop asking silly questions and hurry up.

-You're just in time for dinner.

-I'm not hungry.

-I've made your favourite.

-So? I didn't ask you to, did I?

I think there's one there from Stevie.

Any news yet on when he'll be out?

He's still waiting on a release date, although I don't know what it's got to do with you.

-I'm just taking an interest in your life.

-Well, don't.

I mean, why do they have to shut the whole subway

just cos one numpty jumped on the track?

You're all heart, you, honestly.

Hiya, could we get a taxi into town, please?

Don't look at me.

I'm away to the pub in a minute for Scarlett's special family night.

Do you know what this is aboot?

-Why would she tell me, Jimmy? I'm only her mother.

-I know what it is!

-So...you gonnae tell me?

-Mum's the word, I'm afraid.

-What have I forgotten?

-Sorry, Jimmy, you're on your ain. My lips are sealed.

Right, I'd better be aff.

-So, will we be waiting long?

-No, I'll phone and it'll be here in a minute.

I was hoping to come to the pub myself

but Il Duce wouldnae give me the night off.

-Where are you two headed?

-Just some club.

Not just any old club. The best gay spot in toon.

Here, you don't fancy joining us when you knock off, do you?

Somehow, I don't think it's your style.

Here, listen, you'd be surprised, son.

I've had mair nights out than you've got freckles, ginger boy.

Take a seat while you're waiting, eh?

I don't know what's going on but something is.

-What, though?

-Nae idea.

It's no' funny. Scarlett wouldnae organise

a special family night in the pub without good reason.

I need to find out what it is.

Too late, Jimmy.

-Why did you no' tell me?

-Wanted it to be a surprise.

-I think Robbie's done a good job, do you?

-Aye, you look lovely.

You would not believe how good this tastes.

-Really?

-Really. It's like ice-cold golden syrup.

-You can have a wee sip if you want.

-No, I'm fine, thanks.

It's all right, Stella's away to the toilet.

Go on. I'll no' say a word.

Too late. Your boss is back.

-Hiya, darlin'!

-Look at you!

Stella isnae my boss.

Not the way it seems to me.

Well, you're wrong.

Look, we're married and we're trying our best to have a family.

-What's so funny about that?

-What's wrong with you? It was a joke.

Well it's not a very funny one, is it?

Got some stuff for you.

Bumf about training to be a phlebotomist.

I haven't actually agreed to any of this yet, Miriam.

Oh, come on, you know it makes sense. It means you can do all the bloods

and that frees Tatiana up to see more patients.

Look, I didn't join this practice to rest on my laurels.

I'll work as hard as I have to to make it a success

and I expect everybody else to do the same.

Mind this for me.

I'll be back in five minutes and we can have a proper chat about it.

Large white wine, please, and whatever she's having.

Fancy going to the Oyster?

Mm, I'm not going to lie,

I'm really happy that the Oyster's open at this time of night.

Me an' all. After not getting lucky, I feel like some comfort food.

And what says "comfort" mair than anything else?

-BOTH:

-Chips!

What?

I've come to ask a favour.

Any chance you and I could call a truce?

I know how hard things are at the moment.

And I know you blame me for everything that's happened.

That would be because it's all your fault.

But we both have to live under the same roof.

Why don't we make it easier and at least be civil to one another?

What do you say?

I'm taking my letter upstairs.

Here.

I thought you said that club was always busy.

Robbie! Who are you texting?

No one.

It's that app I was telling you about.

The one that shows me how many other like minded men are in my vicinity.

-And?

-Well, according to this, there's three.

But I've got a hunch who one might be.

Thought you were coming to bed.

Aye I am. I've just been printing some stuff off.

What's all this?

-Been doing some research.

-What on?

-How to improve our chances of conceiving.

-Aye?

Some of the stuff's mental.

That's the internet for you, but, isn't it?

Aye, but a lot of it make sense. Here.

-This shows you the best positions to have sex.

-Don't need to ask me twice to look at that.

Ha-ha. There's nae photos, just drawings.

And, here. This is my ovulation chart.

Ignore all the bits I've scored out,

it's kind of hard to get my head around.

The bits that are circled in red are when my chances of conceiving are at an 'optimum'.

It all sounds a bit technical.

We could just stick to the old fashioned way, couldn't we?

Right. Don't be long, right?

-He so isn't.

-He so is.

-You're imagining things.

-It's the truth.

That sexy young thing is giving me the glad eye.

Mind you, who could blame him.

Oh my God! He's coming over.

-Look, we don't want any trouble.

-I'm not going to give you any.

I just wanted to apologise for my mate before.

-That's OK.

-No, it's not.

Thanks.

He's all talk anyway, but he was bang out of line in what he said.

Thanks.

I just wanted you to know that I don't share his views.

If you know what I mean.

Anyway, I'd better go. Maybe I'll see you around.

-Right, are we off then?

-I am. You stay here and finish they chips.

MUSIC: "Born To Die" by Lana Del Rey

# Come and take a walk on the wild side

# Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain

# You like your girls insane

# Choose your last words This is the last time... #

-I knew, you know.

-Knew?

-Always been good at picking up vibes.

-Have you, now?

It's a bit nippy out here. Do you want to come back to mine?

-More of an outdoors man, myself.

-Is that so?

SHOUTS AND GRUNTS

THEY LAUGH

I wonder if that was the one?

I mean, according to all the stats,

right now is the optimum time for me to get pregnant. So...

Aye, we'll just need to wait and see.

Right. I'm knackered. You want to go back to bed?

-Aye, but not to sleep.

-I don't understand.

Well, I just told you I'm at my most fertile.

Which means?

That we're going again in exactly 60 seconds' time.

And then again 55 minutes after that.

Or 55 hours. I'm kind of confused. We'll just need to do both.

HE GASPS

HE WHIMPERS

Robbie? What happened?

Nothing, I'm fine.

-No you're not. I'm going to call an ambulance.

-No!

-Didn't you hear me? I don't want an ambulance. I'm fine.

-OK.

Look, why don't you come back to mine?

Look, you don't want to call an ambulance, fine.

I'm not letting you head off like that

without giving you the once over. OK? OK?

-Come on. Do you need me to give you a hand?

-No, I'm fine.

This way, come on.

ROBBIE WHIMPERS

All right? Come on, we've not got far to go. You'll be OK.

Give me as much weight as you need.

ROBBIE GASPS

Come on.

I don't think there's any serious damage.

I thought you might need a few stitches above your eye, but there's no need.

And the bruising on your chest and legs will clear up

in a few days or so.

Can I go now?

Why don't you have a sip of that brandy?

-I don't want to.

-It's good for shock.

Why don't you let me call the police?

-Are you going to call them yourself?

-No.

-Whoever did this to you, they shouldn't get away with it.

-Are we done here?

Let me walk you up the road?

-No.

-It's no bother.

I'll be fine.

Thanks for your help.

Hayley it's me.

'This is Hayley, leave a message after the beep.'

I'm sorry, I won't be in today.

I'm not feeling too good.

Morning. Be a pal and stick the kettle on, will you?

Go and pop some bread in the toaster, too. I am starving.

Robbie?

You all right?

ROBBIE SOBS

Sorry, I'm fine.

What's wrong?

What happened?

I got on the wrong side of somebody's fist last night.

Who?

No one you know. No one I know, either, to be honest.

I'm fine. As luck would have it, sexy Doctor Dan was passing.

He said it's just surface wounds.

Well, what did the police say?

Were you able to give them a good description of who attacked you?

-You have been to the police, haven't you?

-No.

And don't bother wasting your breath trying to convince me, because I'm not going.

Right, I've got my break in an hour, so I'll see you back at the flat.

-What for?

-What do you think?

-See you there, all right?

-Aye, course.

Two teas, please, Stella.

Hi, Bob.

Oh, aye. Tell that flatmate of yours he's in big trouble

when he eventually decides to turn up at the salon.

-Robbie?

-Yeah. Spun me some tale about being sick.

More likely he can't tear himself out of bed

away from his latest conquest.

-You don't know, do you?

-Know what?

Before you say anything, it looks a lot worse than it actually is.

What happened?

I don't really want to go there at the moment if that's OK.

Come here.

I'm fine.

You don't need to pretend that everything's OK.

I know that it isn't.

No, it isnae, is it?

Deek said you haven't been to the police yet.

-That's right.

-Can I ask why?

Cos I don't want to.

I assume it was the guy that was in the cafe?

Not just him. Seems his pal's into blood sports as well.

It was two of them?

What are we waiting for? We know what they look like.

Do we not even know one of their names?

Was one of them not called Ben or something?

I'm going to say this for the last time today.

I am not going to the police.

But that's crazy!

Maybe it is. But I'm the one that was attacked.

That means it's down to me whether I report it or not.

And I'm not going to.

I really appreciate you coming to see me.

But for obvious reasons I didn't get much sleep last night

and I'm a bit tired.

So, if you don't mind.

Like he says, I suppose it's his decision at the end of the day.

And let those animals get away with what they did to him scot-free?

No, I don't think so.

-Did you take a look at them?

-Mmm?

-The brochures I gave you last night.

-I flicked through them, yeah.

Well you need to do a bit more than flick.

I want to get the ball rolling ASAP.

-Yeah, I'll get onto it.

-Make sure you do.

What's happened? Why aren't you at school?

School's not important when you want to mess about with a football, is it, son?

-Is this true?

-Course it's true.

I've got the dent in the side of my car to prove it.

I'm so sorry. If you let me know how much it costs to fix, I'll sort it.

Now apologise to Mr Crozier.

-I'm sorry for denting your minging car.

-Say it properly!

-No.

-Conor!

I'm sorry, he's still really upset about his dad.

Just so you know - work life, personal life,

I like them kept as far apart as possible.

PHONE RINGS

KNOCK AT DOOR

Go away, whoever you are!

Just open the door, Robbie.

Who's this?

Detective Constable Cooper.

Ms McCrone has reported that you were attacked last night.

Can I come in?

-So, Ms McCrone tells me...

-It's Hayley.

Thank you.

Hayley told me that you can both give us a good description of the two men.

-Maybe, yeah.

-And even some names?

Yeah, one of them was definitely called Ben. I remember that

from the encounter earlier in the day.

Do you mind what the one in the cafe was called?

OK, so one of them - not the one called Ben -

he was at the cafe last night when you were both there?

All right. And who left first? You or him?

-He did.

-OK.

-And then the two of you went?

-No.

I stayed. Robbie went off on his own.

OK. How come?

I was tired. It'd been a long night.

OK, if you can talk me through what happened when you left.

Mr Fraser?

Er...

Robbie, tell the man what happened.

I'd really rather not.

If you don't mind.

-Why are you being so coy about this?

-Hayley.

You haven't done anything wrong. He tricked you.

It wasn't your fault.

He tricked you?

The guy - whatever his name is - was in the Oyster giving Robbie the eye,

and Robbie thought, as anyone would, that he was coming on to him.

What's the big deal?

-OK so...

-I don't want to talk about this any more.

-Robbie.

-You brought the man here. You see him out.

Sorry.

-Cheers, son.

-Thanks.

Is it OK if I join you?

Right, listen.

What happened yesterday, I was only joking, you know.

Aye, I know you were.

So why did you take the huff?

Look, I'm sorry, mate,

I've just got some stuff going on in my mind, you know.

What's the problem?

We both know what Stella's like

when she gets her mind set on something, don't we?

What Stella wants, she wants now. Or preferably, yesterday. Aye.

Aye. I mean, you should see the flat.

It's full of this stuff that she got off the internet, like...

ovulation charts, fertility calculators.

I don't know what half that stuff is.

I mean,

apart from the obvious...

I don't really know much about having a baby.

But I do know that getting stressed out disnae help.

-Then just tell her that.

-Easier said than done, mate.

Do you want to know what she put in my lunchbox today?

No' sandwiches. Or crisps.

Or even a cheeky wee chocolate biscuit.

No, just a load of asparagus.

Are you on a diet or something?

No. She'd heard that it helps fertility.

So, of course, she had to go and put no' just a wee bit in,

no, but she had to go completely overboard, didn't she?

It's getting out of hand, Deek.

D'you know what? You are a lucky guy to have Stella.

I know.

And being honest, I would give anything to be in your shoes.

And if I was, I know what I'd do.

You're her husband.

It's up to you to figure that one out.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Thought you'd gone.

What the hell's going on here, Robbie?

When I said I didn't want to waste my time going to the police,

I meant it.

How do you know you'd be wasting your time?

Because the last time this happened, I did the right thing.

This has happened before?

I went to the police and made a statement,

and the case went to court.

I was still at school and didn't even know who I was properly,

but I stood up in court and told the judge and jury

that four boys had been calling me names

and that when I answered them back, they beat the crap out of me.

But if you could do it when you were a teenager, why can't you do it now?

-Because it wasn't worth the effort.

-They got off with it?

They were found guilty.

I don't understand.

Do you know how long they went down for?

They didn't.

The four of them stood there in the dock.

They had been found guilty of beating me up,

and do you know what the judge said?

Some rubbish about their upbringing.

It wasn't their fault, that their parents were to blame.

I hadn't even told my mum and dad I was gay.

Don't get me wrong, I was going to do it, but...

..in my own time, when I was ready.

And so...

..when I went home from school, having quite clearly been beaten up,

my mum and dad wanted to know why they were picking on me.

And I had to tell them.

While I was stood there drenched in blood.

Come here.

Robbie, listen.

No, you listen! It had all been for nothing.

Those boys just got a slap on the wrist, nothing happened to them.

-But things are different now.

-No they're not.

You might think that they are but things are just the same.

And I'm not going to have people judging me.

-Nobody's going to judge you.

-Of course they are.

I was like a lamb to the slaughter last night.

The chance of a quick fumble down a dark alleyway

and I let my guard down.

Walked into their trap like the stupid fool I am.

I suppose I should be surprised that it hasn't happened before.

-You're talking like it's your fault.

-Maybe it is.

-What?

-You wouldn't understand.

-Try me.

The wisecracking camp guy in the salon.

The one who's always got a witty one-liner. That's me, isn't it?

You're wrong.

It's all fake.

I make people laugh...

-..in the hope that they'll like me.

-And they do. Everybody loves you.

Would they still love me if they knew I was the type of guy

who got his rocks off behind the Portakabins with a complete stranger?

And that's why I want to move on

and forget that last night ever happened.

-Well, I suppose I can understand that.

-Good!

But what about the next guy they do it to?

And the one after that? You have to stop them.

Look, I know that it's gonnae be hard

but who cares what anyone else thinks?

And I'll be with you every step of the way.

What?

You haven't listened to a single word I've said.

Have you?!

I mean, he said he was OK, but you could tell he really wasn't.

Poor thing. He wouldn't hurt a fly either.

A white wine, please. Make it large.

Zinnie was telling us about Robbie. How is he?

What exactly happened?

-We're not sure.

-Was it a mugging? Were they after his wallet?

I think it might have been because he's gay.

-What?

-How did they know?

-It's pretty obvious, no?

-I don't think so.

Aye, I mean... He is quite camp.

Scumbag gay-bashers out there,

I mean, he's a bit of an obvious target.

What are you trying to say, Jimmy?

Ach, I'm just saying that he could maybe help himself out a bit by...

..by just toning it down a bit.

So you think he deserved to get beaten up last night?

Of course no'! You know I like Robbie.

I just think that maybe last night, if it's proved anything,

it's maybe that he just has to be a wee bit more careful, that's all.

What?

I was just thinking how different it was in my day for folk like you.

What would know about it?

You'd be surprised, son.

Listen, when I was your age, my best pal was a wee gay-er like yourself.

Wicked sense of humour. Frankie could make me laugh

like nobody else.

I used to love meeting up with him and all his pals.

Aye, it was heartbreaking what happened.

No' everybody's as free thinking and laid-back as me, son.

When his mother and father discovered what he was up to,

they didn't take it at all well.

And then his work found out and sacked him.

Said his antics would drag their good name down.

A load of...

-It was after that he moved away.

-Do you still see him?

I'd have a hard job, son. Frank...

Frankie was so ashamed,

he threw himself under a bus.

And that's what happens if you just lie down

and don't stand up for yourself.

-There was two of them, I had no chance.

-That's no' what I'm not talking about.

What are you banging on about, then?

I don't think you really need me to tell you that.

Do you, son?

KNOCK ON DOOR

-Mr Fraser?

-Yeah.

Thanks.

We need to talk.

Go on, then.

Switch that off, please.

-I'm in the middle of a game.

-Conor...

This business with Mr Crozier's car. It wasn't deliberate, was it?

You know, accidents happen, that's fine.

What I'm worried about is the way you dealt with it.

You damaged his car and weren't even sorry. That's not like you, Conor.

This is about your dad, isn't it?

Conor, talk to me. I know you really miss him.

Bottling things up doesn't help anyone.

You need to talk, get it off your chest.

What would be the point in that? No-one ever listens to me anyway.

That's not true.

You know, you're right. But I'm listening now.

We can't get through what's happened separately. We're a family,

-we need to start acting like one.

-A family?

My dad's in prison and you won't let me go see him.

My mum's on the other side of the world

and I don't even know where my Uncle Leo is.

And then there's Uncle Gabriel.

He always used to be around, and now he doesn't even bother

because you told him to stay away.

I just wish my dad was back.

Yeah, me too.

You know, everything's going be OK.

Conor?

Robbie, Robbie.

I heard what happened, how are you?

I'm OK, thanks.

Dear, you've been through a terrible ordeal.

Now, the wedding, of course, is only a few days away

so listen, if you don't feel up to it, that's fine.

-I'd love to do it.

-Are you sure?

That's if you'll still have me, of course.

Don't put yourself down, Robbie.

You're the best hairdresser for miles.

I would be honoured if you did my hair.

OK, I just need to see the dress so I can get some ideas.

It's a... Oh, wait...

I've a picture here, now, you can have that.

Aw, it's lovely.

It's classy and sophisticated, isn't it? Just like the lovely lady

-that'll be wearing it.

-Oh, away you go!

Molly!

What's that for?

Good boy.

So, changed your mind?

That's right.

I want to make a full statement about what happened last night.

-Cooper?

-Just give me a second.

You got five minutes?

Can it wait a bit, gov? I need to take this statement.

-Mr Fraser was assaulted last night.

-Domestic with the boyfriend?

Er, no, unprovoked attack.

Why don't you start at the beginning, Mr Fraser?

All right, I'm just gonnae go brush my teeth and then we'll get started.

Stella, hold on a minute.

Bob, you've seen my charts, we've no' got a minute.

-Is everything all right?

-No' really, no.

What is it?

I've just been for that meeting with the new owners of the deli.

-They're keeping you on, aren't they?

-Mm-hm.

-So what's the face for?

Well, cos I used to run the place, they want me to be the manager.

Aye, but that's a good thing, is it no'?

-It would be if I was going to get extra money for the responsibilty.

-Are they no'?

No. So on top of everything else, I've got to manage people

and I'm no' even getting any extra money.

Don't suppose you two fancy coming for a drink? Cheer me up.

Aye, 'course we will. Won't we, Stella?

Thanks. I knew I could rely on yous.

Just think, this time next week, Liz will officially be our stepmum.

You could try and look a wee bit more enthusiastic.

You know my feelings. I don't see why it has to be so quick.

-They've been together for years.

-So why the rush to tie the knot?

I don't know. Look, Dad's marrying a lovely woman.

You could try and be happy for them.

I am. Look at me, all smiles.

-The way I feel, I'd swap jobs with you right now.

-How come?

-What, is she a bit of a dragon, aye?

-You could say that, yeah.

Do me a favour, eh? Next time I phone for an appointment,

make sure it's with Dan.

-Here, big stuff. Hope you've no' forgotten our wee pact.

-Pact?

That if we're still single by the end of the year, we'll hook up.

-'Course I haven't.

-Cos I mean, we're already in April.

Only eight months to go.

Everything all right?

Er, yeah. Just remembered I've got a friend coming round tonight,

so I'll see you...

Scarlett, could I grab a bottle of white to take out, please?

-You all right?

-Aye, 'course I am.

You're lying, what is it?

Look, how about we just go back to the flat, eh?

So you'd been to a club with your friend, Hayley, last night.

That's right.

Can you remember how much you had to drink?

Er... I'd had a few. I wasn't steaming if that's what you mean.

Had you taken anything else?

-I don't know what you mean.

-Any recreational drugs, Mr Fraser.

No, of course not. Why are you asking me all this?

It's nothing to worry about, Mr Fraser.

We just need to get a complete picture, that's all.

So then you got back home about 11,

went to the Oyster Cafe for something to eat.

-That's right.

-And that's where you first encountered one of the men

-who attacked you?

-I'd seen him earlier in the day,

outside the salon, as we were locking up.

His friend had called me a name.

"Shirt-lifter."

But then a few hours later,

you came across this man in a cafe and thought he was coming on to you.

-I was mistaken.

-Clearly.

Do you treat all victims of violence who come in here like this?

-Mr Fraser, I'm doing what any defence lawyer will do.

-What's that?

Trying to pick holes in your version of events, and I've got to be honest with you,

you're not making it very difficult for me.

-It's OK, Mr Fraser.

-No, it isn't. I want to know exactly what you mean.

You'd been to a nightclub, you'd been drinking.

Next thing, you're making eyes at some man in a cafe.

-I wasn't.

-You followed him outside and propositioned him.

-He lashed out.

-That's not what happened!

Maybe not, but that's what the jury'll be told.

Well, it's probably for the best that I don't waste any more of your time.

Suit yourself.

But in future, Mr Fraser, maybe you should think more carefully

before you put yourself in these situations, hmm?

-Are you OK, Mr Fraser?

-Oh, I'm fine(!)

I get beaten up, but according to your boss, I had it coming.

-You must understand...

-Ah, I forgot.

You lot always stick together, don't you?

-He just knows how the courts work, that's all.

-Is that so?

Here. If you change your mind again, give me a call.

Don't hold your breath.

Right, come on, what is it?

I think I know what it's about.

You want to talk about us trying to have a baby, don't you?

-I knew it.

-Knew what?

-You've changed your mind, haven't you?

-No, of course I haven't.

-Really, I haven't

-Well, what is it, then?

It's just all getting a bit...

clinical. What with your charts and...

having to do it at certain times and stuff.

It's taking the fun out of it?

Aye.

Look, Stella...

There's nothing I want more than to have a baby with you.

But we've only just decided that that's what we want.

I mean, how about we just let nature take its course, eh?

What do you say?

That I'm going to go and get a bin bag

and chuck all this stuff out.

-All right?

-Right.

-No, no. This one's on me.

-You don't need to do that.

-I want to.

I don't need your pity, Scarlett. Or anybody else's.

Hey. Yesterday I was that nervous about getting my hair done,

I was nearly throwing up.

But then you made me feel totally fine about it.

You got beaten up last night and I want to buy you a drink.

-That's no' pity. That's being a friend.

-Sorry. Thank you.

Oh, hiya. Got your text. How did it go at the police station?

It didn't. It was exactly how I knew it was going to be.

-Both those police think I got what I deserved.

-That's not true.

-Yeah, well, try telling them that.

-Where are you going?

-Home.

-Stay, let's talk about it properly.

-I just want to be on my own.

And Detective Cooper knows what he can do with that.

-All right, doll?

-Hiya.

Two pints when you're ready, please.

Jimmy, I need a favour.

Those are the two scumbags that beat up Robbie last night.

Oh, are they, now? Scarlett, they'll no' be needing them.

-How?

-What are you talking about?

-You're not staying here.

-Sit down, old man.

-Did you not hear me? You're not welcome here.

Fancy your chances, do you, pal?

Robbie's a good friend of mine.

You know, the guy you two beat up last night, he's my pal.

And mine.

-You know where the door is.

-You heard the lady. Get out.

I don't want any trouble.

-Please, just let me go home.

-No chance.

-Haw! Are you all right?

-Yeah, I'm fine.

-That down to you, us getting kicked out of the pub?

I don't know how yous have the nerve to show face after what you did.

-Standing like nothing happened.

-Hayley!

-No, these scum need telling.

-Scum?

-Leave it.

-I'd listen to your pal if I was you.

-I don't know why you're making a fuss.

-Taught some little gay-boy a lesson. So what?

-Some little gay-boy?

Shut up. You've got a bit of a mouth, haven't you?

-We like that, don't we?

-Leave her alone.

Move.

-I said, "Move."

-We just want to go home.

-Tough!

-Think you're big guys, you two, don't you?

That you can do and say what you like and there'll be no comeback. Well, you're wrong.

I'm no' going to stand here and let you hurt my pal.

TYRES SCREECH

I called them when I saw them in the pub.

-These the men who assaulted you last night, Mr Fraser?

-Men?

No' the word I'd use. I might not have put up much of a fight last night,

-but you'd need to beat me to a pulp before I let you lay a finger on her.

-Mr Fraser?

-Yes. It's them.

-Get in the car.

You two all right?

Yeah, fine.

You OK to come to the station in the morning, Mr Fraser?

-Give us a proper statement?

-Oh, aye. I'll be there first thing.

Don't worry. I'll make sure the governor's not around.

I don't care if he is. I'm not ashamed of who or what I am.

I don't really see what the problem is.

The problem is that a vulnerable man has somehow been persuaded

to sign over everything to woman whose name he doesn't even know.

-You're morbidly obese.

-And you're a nosy cow!

The reason I want to marry Liz is because she's got faith in me.

Which is more than I can say for you.

Why are you doing this?

-We love each other.

-I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to walk away.

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