01/05/2012 River City

You're very fat.

-Aye. Um... Aye, I've put on a wee bit recently.

-More than just a bit.

You don't need me to tell you that you're dangerously overweight.

Malcolm and Elizabeth, I now pronounce you man and wife.

Malcolm, you may continue to kiss the bride.

-He is fit.

-You mean out my league?

-No, don't be daft, you're a catch.

Did he just totally blank you?

Cheers.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

MUFFLED VOICES

Just the one, maw.

Since when? You've got to keep your strength up, son.

What is this...rubbish?

-It's breakfast?

-Excuse me, young lady.

I have never put rubbish in front of my son.

It's his first day back at work and everything.

You shouldn't be encouraging him like this. He's ill.

I've got a bad back. That's all.

-That's not true, and you know it. Dr Stubbs...

-Huh!

Dr Stubbs is expecting you at ten.

She'll want to know what changes you're willing to make.

Well, he can change something else. It's getting cold, son.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Dr Stubbs, just give me a second.

Uh-huh. Yes, I'm on my way.

And tell her not to struggle in if she's unwell. OK?

BOTTLES CLINK

Did she say what was wrong with her?

Well, maybe she won't need the whole day to recover.

OK. Bye.

Spare any change?

Can you spare some change?

-There you go.

-Thanks.

Thanks very much.

It's bad for business. She's going to be scaring off half your customers.

-They're not my customers any more, are they?

-Well, it doesn't make the area look good.

She's just a wee lassie.

Yeah, who would steal your purse given half a chance.

She's not doing any harm.

Someone like that needs to be watched. You lot are too soft.

Not something anybody could accuse her of!

OK. That's fine. Just take a seat.

-Thank you.

-That's OK.

Finally! Now maybe we can all get on with some real work.

-Mr...um...

-Smedley.

-..Smedley. I'll see you now.

She does realise I'm doing her a favour, doesn't she?

It's highly unlikely.

Wait up.

I've got to get to work.

You not got time for some breakfast first?

I guess I could squeeze in a coffee.

Did I do something wrong?

-No.

-You couldn't wait to get away.

I'm just no good with an audience.

Flatmates. How you deal with them? They're just always there.

-You get used to it. Besides, they're all right. I've lived with a lot worse.

-Spare any change?

I don't think you should really be here, should you?

-I'm not doing anything illegal.

-Not yet, you're not. Now, come on.

Move yourself.

Sorry. He's the polis. Never switches off.

-Just give the lassie a quid and let's go.

-No, you're all right.

You can keep your money. I'm leaving.

-What?

-Was that really necessary?

-I think so, yeah.

You of all people should know what can happen to a lassie like her.

Don't be so dramatic! Bad things can happen to anyone.

-Just because she's begging doesn't make it inevitable.

-I thought you were meant to protect people.

How am I supposed to protect her?

Hello, I'm a police officer, not a social worker.

Nice(!)

What's that supposed to mean?

Hiya.

You OK?

-I'm fine.

-Are you sure?

-Yeah. I'm sure.

Mrs Brodie. I wasn't expecting to see you so soon.

-Feeling better?

-Yes, Miriam. I'm absolutely fine.

-Really?

Call me cynical, but I'm starting to think there was nothing wrong with you in the first place.

Nothing wrong?! You know what I'm dealing with right now.

I didn't sleep last night. Again. Life isn't very...

easy for me, right now. OK?

Fortunately, we coped. So no harm done.

Anyway, as you're here, Mrs Simpson needs her bloods done.

Nurse O'Hara, your husband would appear to have forgotten his appointment.

-Could you check he's on his way?

-He'll be here. We discussed it this morning.

Two more minutes, then send in the next patient.

I can't take bloods today.

No. Maybe I could help?

Really? Would you? Thank you so much.

It's OK.

DOOR OPENS

Finally. Where have you been? She is not happy.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa. Could you not just have got me a repeat prescription?

-No!

-Oh, come on.

-I don't need to see her again. Nothing's changed.

-It isn't just about your back. Now, get in there.

HE SIGHS

Come in!

Right, I'd better head. We don't all have the day off.

Are we OK?

Yes.

-I shouldn't have said that earlier.

-Why not? If it's what you think...

I know, but... I didn't mean to upset you.

Well, maybe you should leave the police work to me.

I know what I'm doing. Honest.

We're allowed to disagree on things. It's what you do in a relationship.

Is that what this is, then?

What do you think?

And you're right. I do know what could happen to her.

But I can't let it get to me. It'd drive me mad, honestly, things that I've seen.

I guess. But somebody's got to care.

And I do. But it's not my job to fix her life.

Unfortunately.

Can I see you tonight?

Sure.

-I could pick up something for dinner after work.

-OK.

Right, now I really do have to head.

I'll see you later.

You really didn't need to see us off.

No, but we wanted to.

You all set?

Oh, the books!

What books?

The guide books, Eileen. They're in the kitchen, I think, in yon bag.

-I'll help you find them, Dad.

-Ach, look, I'm sure we'll find them.

-Yeah, but two sets of eyes are better than one.

-SHE LAUGHS

SHE SIGHS Hey-ho.

-You OK?

-Yes, I think so.

How's my dad doing?

Fine.

He's OK.

Are you going to be all right?

How do you mean?

On your own with my dad, so far away.

Oh, we're only going to Fife, Eileen, it's not the other side of the world.

You know what I mean.

Yes, I do.

We've got them!

Wonderful. That's definitely us, then.

CAR HORN BEEPS

Right, that's you.

Goodness me, that was quick.

Leave them, we'll get them.

-Thanks, Gina. Bye.

-And phone us as soon as you get there, right?

-Oh, it depends how much fun we're having.

-Oh!

Come on, Eileen! They're going!

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

-Hey, you all right?

-'Throw a sickie.'

-Sounds amazing, but...

-'I know, you're far too important.'

-I've got to go. Bye.

-Sorry.

-Anything wrong?

-Nope. Everything's fine.

Good, cos we've got work to do. Nice juicy murder. Chop chop!

-This your first murder, then?

-It is, sir.

-Well, look, listen and don't vomit on my crime scene.

-Am I likely to?

Nah. She's bashed up a bit, but nothing too gruesome.

Victim's female.

Late teens, early 20s. Strangled.

Possibly a sex worker, given her clothing and the location.

Pretty bleak. Wouldn't have thought they'd do much trade round here.

Close to the main road, place is abandoned.

No-one to disturb you...

or get offended.

What a place to die.

Not sure it makes much difference myself. Dead's dead, isn't it?

I guess it is.

You coming?

Got any spare change?

Got any change?

Thanks.

Got any spare change?

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

I'll see you on Friday, then, OK?

Are you sure you should be here?

This is my job, Tattie. Where else exactly should I be?

OK, but let me know if you need anything, yeah?

-We've not finished yet.

-Oh, I think we have.

-What's going on?

I've had enough of this. She is bang out of order.

-I am trying to help you. Now, come back inside.

-She'll not give me my tablets.

You are dangerously overweight and all the medication in the world isn't going to change that.

-She wants me to get a personal trainer!

-I want you

to take responsibility for your health and wellbeing.

Is this really the most appropriate place for this conversation?

He needs to hear this.

And if he won't listen to me in my office, then here will have to do.

Dr Stubbs, you can't force a patient to do something they're not comfortable with.

You think I'm wrong?

I just don't think you should be speaking to people like this.

Mr O'Hara, Mrs Brodie will call you to make another appointment.

This conversation is not over.

Nurse. My office. Now.

So you don't approve of my methods.

I'm just not sure it was the best way to tackle that particular problem.

Oh, I think he's had everything sugar-coated for far too long, don't you?

You hurt his feelings. Maybe you could take it slower.

He may not have the time to take things any slower.

Frankly, I'm shocked that as a nurse as well as his wife,

you could take such a cavalier approach to the man's situation.

That's not fair.

He could die. And sooner rather than later.

-I understand the risks.

-And yet you refuse to tackle the problem head-on.

Not been your best day so far, has it?

-You arrived late...

-I wasn't meant to start until...

-You are rude. Disrespectful.

-I'm sorry?

And to top it all off, you question my professional judgment in front of my patients.

-It won't happen again.

-Make sure that it doesn't.

Is everything OK?

I need to find Bob. Do you mind?

-Maybe he just needs a bit of time...

-I have to sort this out now. Please?

Miriam will go mad.

Tell her I've gone for coffee or something. Please?

-Cheers.

-Nae bother.

Bob...please don't.

What's the matter?

This! Can't you see what you're doing to yourself?

So, I like my food. So shoot me.

Dr Stubbs is right. You need help. Professional help.

Don't be daft!

Is it daft for me to want you to be healthy?

Tattie, pet, I'm a big guy.

I've always been a big guy, I'm always going to be a big guy,

so there's no point fighting it.

You're unbelievable!

One day all of this... will catch up with you.

Pretending there's no other way is no good for me,

and no good for you either.

-You just got me into big trouble.

-Me? How?

This woman is angry with me because of what happened at the surgery. It's not fair.

That's not my fault. Ach, she's off her head.

-We'll complain about her.

-No!

I love you, Bob, but you need to change your life.

This is who I am.

This, on the outside, is not you. Losing weight will not change who you are,

but it might change what you can do, how you can live.

Whatever! I'm not going to be bullied into starving myself, not for the good doctor,

no' even for you.

The only person you should be doing it for is yourself.

-You want a future?

-What kind of question is that?

If you do, you need to grow up and take responsibility for your life.

For your health. No-one else can do it for you.

All right?

Aye, I'm all right.

-Excuse me, mate. You got a sec?

-Aye, I've got a minute, aye.

Nurse! Excuse me. I don't feel right.

-I saw you earlier. You're a nurse, aren't you?

-Yes, I am. What's the matter?

It's my stomach. I feel faint.

Can you take me into your surgery?

Let's go.

You going to be all right?

Fine, sir, fine.

So, what do you reckon?

Young, white female. Possibly a prostitute.

Strangled and dumped sometime last night.

I gave you all that when we got here. Anything else?

PM might turn something up, um...

Forensics found tyre tracks and there's CCTV to go over.

Need to check if the camera's still operational.

I'd be very surprised if it's not a write-off, like everything else round here.

I'll get straight on it, sir.

I admire your enthusiasm, DC Cooper, but cases like this...

we're very lucky if we get a name for her.

She must belong to somebody. Be missed by somebody.

Maybe.

Probably not.

-Oh, yeah, I suppose.

-Thank you.

Dr Hunter is making house calls. We can use his room.

I'm fine. I just need to sit down for a bit.

What about the stomach pains?

They're all right. Maybe I could just wait here for a while.

I'm sorry. This isn't a cafe.

You either come to the consulting room with me or you'll have to leave.

Take off your jacket, please.

-Do you have a name?

-Silvie.

Do you still feel faint, Silvie?

-I'm hungry. That's all.

-You should eat properly.

That's easier said than done some days.

Careful.

Who did this to you?

Are you doing this to yourself?

-No.

-Then who?

Nobody.

You should report them - whoever's doing this to you.

-Who would listen?

-I would.

And maybe I could help.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

I've got to go.

You can't. I need to dress those burns.

Back off, all right?

Silvie, who are you scared of?

I wondered where you'd got to.

-We've a reception full of patients who've actually made an appointment.

-I'm sorry.

Who is this, anyway?

This is Silvie. I was just looking at some burns on her arms.

I'd better go. I'm no' even a patient here.

You're not registered with us?

I'm just going.

I don't think so. You need to get these seen to.

Course of antibiotics might not be a bad thing either.

Will you wait here?

You think they're infected?

Better safe than sorry. I'll need to go and write out a prescription.

Nurse O'Hara will dress them for you, all right?

Word, please. Outside.

I'll be a couple of minutes, OK?

Maybe we should call the police. What do you think?

Don't let's get hysterical.

Dress those burns, I'll get the prescription, then she can go.

I'm not done yet.

-I'm struggling here, Nurse O'Hara.

-Sorry?

You seem to be saying that rather a lot today.

What on earth did you think you were doing?

She needs help.

-That's as may be, but she needs to be in A&E, not here.

-But you said...

Much as we'd love to help every poor lost soul we come across,

the fact is we just can't,

not without neglecting the people here, in this waiting room - our patients.

So I should just send her away?

She's here now. We'll do what we can.

Please, don't let it happen again.

Thanks for that(!)

What? How was that my fault? You brought the girl in here.

Would it have hurt you so much to cover for me,

after everything I've done for you today?

KNOCK ON DOOR

Silvie?

-You fancy a cuppa?

-No. No time. Get your coat on.

-Eh?

-We're going shopping.

No, I'm not spending my day off in town.

-We need a couple of killer outfits.

-Do we?

There's a new bar in town and they've got a singles' night on tonight and we're going.

You're having a laugh. Eileen...

I don't want to hear it. I need a man, Gina, and so do you.

I don't know about that.

-It's not that long since I've split from Murray.

-Oh, seems to have been long enough for him.

Stella's babysitting so him and Raymond can go out on the pull tonight.

What? You knew he was back.

Yeah.

Don't tell me you haven't seen him yet?

No. Not till he says sorry.

What's sauce for the goose...

Come on.

Fine. Yeah, if he's ready, I'm ready.

-That's me.

-Do you want a bag?

-No, I can manage this.

I'll...I'll come back for the other bits and pieces, if that's all right?

Yeah, yeah, course.

Were you OK? After everything that happened?

I don't know. It did all get a bit...

-Unpleasant?

-Uh-huh.

I had a lot of time to think when I was away.

I didn't do much of anything else, to be honest.

And?

And I'm sorry.

Yeah, I know.

Right, I'd better get going.

Murray...

..look, we meant a lot to each other, maybe we should try and be friends, eh?

Yeah.

I mean, it's not like we've got much choice.

It's not like we can ignore each other every day.

-I wouldn't want to do that.

-No.

So, friends, then?

Friends.

I'll, er, I'll see myself out.

DOOR CLOSES

Look, I've not come for a fight. I've come to apologise.

Not now, Bob. I'm working.

It's important. I've got news. Big news. Brilliant news.

-Bob, this isn't a good time...

-I've chucked my job!

You did what?

Aye, they were offering redundancies, so I took it. I feel brilliant.

-But Bob! What about the money? My wages won't cover everything.

-I'll get another job.

How? There aren't any jobs! I can't believe you'd be that stupid!

Tattie, this is a fresh start for us - a chance for me to turn my life around, all of it.

And what about us? What about our family? What are we going live on?

-I need to change my life.

-Not that bit of it! The job was fine!

No, it wasnae. I never liked it.

Anyway, you said I should change for myself.

I know what I said.

We can talk about this at home, OK?

We can't have this conversation here.

OK?

OK.

Does this belong to anybody?

It was in my office, along with your handbag, Tattie.

I'll take it. I know whose it is.

OK. Thanks.

You never came for that prescription.

She's gone. Must have run off when we were...talking.

Oh. Right.

Well, perhaps we can get through the rest of the day without any more drama, yes?

Good. I'm ready for my next patient.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

PHONE CONTINUES TO RING

-Hello?

-'You don't just get time off, sweetheart.

'There's punters here and there's no-one to see them.

'Silvie?'

She's not here right now.

'Who are you? Where's Silvie? Listen, you te...'

SWITCHES PHONE OFF

-I have to go out.

-Again?

Somewhere else you need to be, nurse?

Something's come up. I wasn't going to be long.

-Well, then, don't let us keep you.

-Really?

-It's an emergency, I think.

-Do you?

In that case, you must do whatever you feel is appropriate.

Seriously?

I have no choice.

I'm sorry. He'll still be at work.

Probably be there for pure ages, catching baddies and all that.

-Do you want a cuppa?

-No.

There was a girl, begging this morning.

Oh, yeah. Will did his best to scare the living daylights out of her, poor thing.

I think she's in trouble.

Well, aye. Don't usually end up on the streets

-without being in some sort of trouble.

-No. I mean I think she's in danger.

Bit dramatic, in't it?

I don't think so.

She ran off before I could really talk to her but she left her mobile.

You've been through her phone?

Look at the messages. I'm worried.

Well, just cos she's on the street doesn't mean she's in danger.

These could mean anything, and I'm not very sure what you think Will will be able to do about it.

He's a policeman. He might know this Sean.

Well, if you're that worried, then you're going to have to go

-and see him at the station.

-I would, but I have to get back to work.

I really shouldn't be here at all. Maybe you could call him?

You can ring him on my phone if you want.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Hi, Will. It's Tatiana O'Hara.

I have some information about that girl who was begging this morning.

I think she might in danger. Maybe you could call me back.

Thank you.

Sorry. I'll try him again later if you'd like.

That would be great. Thank you. I'd better go.

As you seem to be incapable of fulfilling your duties here,

-I think it might be best if you just went home.

-That's not...

Nurse O'Hara, I don't want to see you again today.

-You've been nothing but a liability.

-You said I should go.

No. I said you should do whatever you felt was appropriate.

I'm not sure I like your priorities.

You heading home, Tattie?

I'm being sent home.

And when you get there, I'd like you to have a look over this.

Your actions, and your attitude to this surgery in general,

constitute grounds for disciplinary action.

Are you serious?

The issues are all explained in the letter.

We can meet tomorrow to discuss how we resolve this situation,

but in the meantime you might want to think very seriously

about how much you're prepared to give to this job.

Tattie, I did warn you.

Look, you should probably head home.

-You were in early anyway.

-I don't understand why she has to be so horrible.

Because she can be.

Look, I'll talk to her. It'll be fine, OK? See you tomorrow.

-Is that you, Tattie?

-Yes.

You've got some explaining to do, lady.

Not now. I've had a terrible day and I can't handle another argument.

What happened?

Miriam is starting disciplinary proceedings.

What? Against you?

Yes, against me. The woman is insane.

My boy's breaking his heart over this.

-And you side with that cow when she doesn't even like you?

-But she's right.

He needs to lose weight.

No, what he needs is a wife to support him.

-And what do you do? Send him away with a flea in his ear.

-He quit his job!

-You think we can all live without his wages?

-We'll be OK.

Bottom line is, he needs you with him on this.

I am with him. Of course I am. He's my husband.

I just wish he'd spoken with me first.

What? So you can tell him off? Shout at him again?

I don't need this right now.

Oh. I'm so sorry(!) Are we getting at you?

Imagine how Bob must feel.

Pandering to him is not going to help him.

And neither is making him feel like crap.

Oh, right, you're back.

What's going on?

-Nothing.

-What's up with Tattie?

-We were just giving her a few home truths.

-Ma!

-What? I mean, she's out of order and she knows it.

-She's just worried.

She's being mean.

She's being practical. I mean it, I'm serious, Ma. Lay off her.

She's the one who gave it to me straight. She started all this. We should be thanking her.

Oi!

-You been avoiding me?

-Sean, you scared me.

-Good.

Where have you been?

I've not been feeling well. I'm knackered. Just needed some time to myself.

Aye, I know how that feels. That's not part of our deal, though, is it?

No, sorry.

Sure you are, sweetheart.

-That's disnae make up for all the money you lost me this morning, though, does it?

-I've got money.

I lifted a woman's purse.

Well, well.

Day's not a complete waste of time, after all, eh?

Now all we have to deal with is the small matter of your phone.

-What?

-Your phone. Who's got your phone?

-Me. I've got it.

-Are you sure?

-Aye.

Have a look.

Come here.

Thing is, there's stuff on that phone that we don't want other folk getting a hold of, isn't there?

Stuff that could get both of us... mainly me...

into a lot of trouble, isn't there?

I maybe left it somewhere.

Yeah. Maybe you did. But where?

-And who has it now?

-I don't know.

Somebody answered your phone, Silvie.

-Who was it?

-I don't know, I swear.

She had an accent.

-Who is she?

-Agh!

Her. It's her.

Tatiana O'Hara. What sort of name's that?

Go get your phone back.

You know I hate hurting you, don't you?

-Mmm.

-But sometimes I think you forget who's in control here, Silvie.

SILVIE WHIMPERS

It's me, Silvie.

Yeah? It's me?

Text me when you get the phone back and I'll send the van for you, right?

-Found anything?

-Nope. Not a thing.

-Who's this?

-It's our victim.

She's been wandering in and out of shot now for...

..best part of an hour.

Pick anyone up?

Not yet, least not as far as I can tell.

She's never gone for more than a couple of minutes.

There is a fast forward on these things, you know.

Yeah, I know, sir. I just want to make sure I don't miss anything.

Well, good for you.

Best let you get on with it.

Not bad.

You might want to change your shoes, though.

I can't do it.

-What do you mean, you can't do it?

-I'm too old to go out on the pull.

Nonsense. You're never too old.

Oh, it's a night out, Gina. Come on, please?

-But a singles bar? Really? D'you not think that's just a wee bit desperate?

-No.

It's honest. At least we know what everyone's there for.

Oh! Och, I don't know.

Murray was round earlier.

Maybe I'm just not ready for a night of knock-backs.

Gina! You look gorgeous!

Nobody in their right mind is going to knock you back.

No. There's no fool like an old fool.

I can't do it.

Fine.

We'll not go, then.

You can still go.

-Pff!

-Well, come on? You're all dressed up and you've got a babysitter. Just go.

I want you with me.

Eileen, you're a grown woman. Can you not make your own decisions, no?

No. Not good ones, anyway -

a fact borne out by every relationship I've had in the last ten years.

It's not like I've done any better.

Well, we'd maybe be more picky for each other.

Oh, I want someone special to... to spend the rest of my life with.

Since when?

Since Dad's wedding, I guess.

They were just so happy, so together, they...

They understand each other, they care about each other.

Shame you couldn't buy into that at the wedding.

Yes, we've been over all that and I'm really sorry.

I know.

Right, I'll go and find my lippy.

Really?

-I think I'm going to be needing some Dutch courage beforehand.

-Whatever it takes.

Eeh!

See, if you're ever passing this way again, you know,

you find yourselves at a loose end or...

You ready?

-I'll just finish this.

-Yeah, yeah, sure, no hurry.

If you find yourselves at a loose end on a Friday night, have a bash.

-Been lovely speaking to you.

-WOMEN LAUGH

Ouch.

Do you think they're all right?

Poor things.

Maybe we should leave the singles' night for a couple of weeks.

Build up to it gradually.

D'you think I should go and ask them if they'd like some company?

I could top these up while I'm there.

Same again, Scarlett. Cheers.

There's room for two more at our table if you want to join us?

Really?

Snap. I'll have that one an' all.

No joy in getting hold of Will, by the way. Must have been a busy day.

I'll speak to him later on if you want?

That would be great, yes. Thank you.

It's not there.

You lost your purse?

I left my bag with that girl.

-I think she must have stolen it.

-That lassie from this morning?

Don't worry about it, you can pay me later.

-I'll make sure Will gies you a phone.

-Thank you. Both of you.

Tatiana!

-Sorry. I didn't have any choice.

-You could have just asked.

Give us my phone back first.

-Actually, it's back at my flat. Why don't you come and pick it up?

-No.

I'll stay here. You bring it to me.

Don't be silly. You could have some food. Get cleaned up.

I can dress those burns for you.

-It won't take long.

-I just want my phone.

Then come with me.

That'll be her. Play nice.

I'll see what I can do.

Bob, Molly, this is Silvie.

Hiya. Are you a friend of Tattie's?

Ho-ho! I shouldn't think so, son.

Silvie needs a bit of help, that's all.

Let's go to the kitchen.

-I thought we were going to talk about my plans.

-Not right now, OK?

-When?

-Bob, I promise.

As soon as I've sorted out Silvie, I'm all yours.

I've been thinking about it all afternoon, after what you said.

I'm going to make this redundancy work. It's an amazing opportunity.

-Really.

-Great, yeah.

I've not had a buzz like this in years.

That's wonderful, Bob. Later, OK?

Look, I don't have time for this.

Just gies my phone and I'll go. Where is it?

You've had it with you the whole time, haven't you?

Look, you'll get your phone back, but you need help, Silvie.

Let me help you.

Looks like I don't have much choice, do I?

Sit down. Talk to me.

Sean. He's your pimp, isn't he?

Don't be daft. What do you think I am?

I spoke to him, Silvie.

But...what you do doesn't make you who you are.

Do you understand?

Look, just gie us my phone back.

You want a shower? I'll make you some food

and then you can have your phone back.

Whatever.

You still here?

Look at this.

So, our victim. She wanders out of shot.

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

This guy pulls up.

Only the second car that's stopped in shot.

-Could be nothing, but...

-Did you get a plate?

-No.

Anything else?

Er, she was talking to two other girls earlier, but, er... couldn't really make much out.

Listen, why don't you head home? This'll keep till the morning.

-Maybe, yeah.

-Seriously.

This job will take over your life if you let it.

-See you in the morning. Good work today.

-Thanks.

Here. I've put up some clean clothes for you if you like. They should fit OK.

You're a bit much, you know that?

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

-Quite a charmer, isn't he(?)

-That is bang out of order, by the way.

I'm trying to help you.

Aye, well, I don't need this kind of help.

First you steal my phone and now you're reading my messages?

This man means you harm. You do know that, don't you?

As long as I do what he wants me to do, I'll be fine.

So he's not normally like this? This angry? This threatening?

Look, I broke the rules. I took a day off. I lost him money.

But I'll make up for it the morrow and all this will get forgot.

You don't have to go back to him.

You've got nae idea.

I'm scared for you.

If you keep doing this, you could end up...dead.

Look, you can patch me up, you can give me food,

but you cannae change anything.

Where's she going?

-I said she could take a shower.

-In my bathroom?

Bob's taking us out for fish suppers. You coming?

Single fish, no chips.

I can't leave her.

Right enough. She'd have the place stripped in minutes. Come on, son.

-Let's leave Mother Teresa to it.

-We can always wait on you.

No, go. I don't know how long she'll be.

I'm sorry.

Christina?

You two go ahead. I'll meet you out there.

You need your head checked.

You don't know what you're talking about.

Who is she?

I can make a pretty good guess what she is, but where did she come from

and why is she here?

She's just a little girl who has nobody to look out for her.

And what about your husband?

Don't you think you should be looking out for him?

He is surrounded by family. People love him. Silvie has no-one.

You are unbelievable.

She's not much older than you. Somebody's daughter, like you.

And if you ever got into any kind of trouble,

I'd like to think that someone would do the same thing for you.

I'll never get myself into that much trouble.

I hope not, but if you did...

Save it, Mum. I don't need to hear any more of this crap.

-Just keep her away from my stuff. OK?

-Christina! MOBILE PHONE RINGS

-'It's Silvie. Leave a message.'

-BEEP

You're really starting to make me angry now here, sweetheart, eh?

You know how stupid that is, don't you?

Now go get your phone back or somebody's going to end up in accident and emergency. OK?

I really thought I was in there.

She might still call.

Do you think?

Why did they not just say they weren't interested?

Dunno, pal. That's the trouble with girls today.

Yeah.

They're just too polite to tell a pair of old codgers to sod off!

What were we thinking?

Pair of bloody eejits. Never take advice off me again, seriously.

Right, who's for another drink?

-That'd be lovely.

-Don't be daft. You don't want to stay here with us all night.

Why not?

Come on. You look gorgeous. You both do.

Yous are out on the pull as well, aren't you?

You gonnae tell us how it's done? Spare us any further humiliation.

So that's what all this is for?

The fancy hair, the new gear...

What you talking about new? I've had this for ages.

You were on your way out, you saw us crash and burn and you took pity?

Last thing we need is to be patronised by our exes. Am I right?

Maybe we were going out. And maybe we did change our minds,

-but it wasn't out of pity.

-What, then?

Fear.

And maybe all we want to do now is have a wee drink with some old pals.

She's agreed to back off for now but you need to pull your finger out.

This is not fair.

Look, I know you're a good nurse, a great nurse,

and I know that you'd never do anything to hurt a patient

-or jeopardise your career or the reputation of the surgery.

-Thank you.

But Miriam doesn't...yet.

All she knows is that you abandoned your post at least three times today.

When you put it like that...

Miriam's hard work, pure and simple. We all know it,

but she's not going anywhere,

so you're going to have to make the best of it,

show her what you can do, be your usual brilliant self.

Can you do that?

I suppose so.

Who are you?

I'm a colleague of Tatiana's.

Dan Hunter.

Dan was just leaving. I'll be back in a second.

Feeling better?

Yeah, actually, thanks.

Listen, I was just going to heat up some soup.

Would you like some?

All right, I'll just put your towel in the wash bin.

Sorry I was so late.

It's OK. You're busy. I get it.

Should have returned your calls, though.

It was nothing important. Tattie was worried about that lassie. The one who was begging.

Seriously? Why?

I don't know, really.

She had her over at the surgery, but she ran off.

Did she get a name?

Maybe. Tattie showed me her phone.

It had all these weird messages on it.

She's got her phone?

Well, she had it. Anyway, these messages had her all shook up,

reckoned that lassie was in some kind of danger.

-Oh, God. I'm really sorry. I'm going to have to step out for a minute.

-I'm just about to serve up.

-I know. I've got to see Tattie. It's really important.

-Look, that lassie,

whoever she is, can look after herself.

-She robbed Tattie's purse off her!

-All the more reason for me to see her.

-Look, I'll be five minutes, I swear, and then I am all yours.

-Yeah?

-Absolutely.

You'd better be.

Where does she live?

-Did you see her?

-Who?

-Silvie. The girl who was begging at the shop this morning.

-Was she here?

She came back for her phone.

I took my eye off her for a moment...

I think she must be in trouble. We have to find her.

When did she take off?

I don't know. A couple of minutes ago?

-Well, she can't have gotten far. She wasn't at the bus stop.

-The subway, let's go this way.

She could have taken a cab. You go on.

Silvie! Wait!

She's gone away in a van. We didn't make it.

Did you see anything - driver, number plate?

Ach!

-What d'you want?

-I want you to care for a start.

Care about what, Gabriel?

If you're going to be reading the paper, try the jobs bit.

The mini-market...

You and me are finished.

I couldn't care less if I never saw you again.

Looking for a Saturday job for wee Christina, aye?

Well, I was thinking mair for me.

-Nicole, this isn't what you think.

-Don't lie to me.

-She's not lying.

-Why should I trust you?

-Because it's the truth.

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