28/05/2013 River City

You worked with my son?

-And hated every minute of it.

-So you had a grudge?

You'd better believe it.

Leyla, Michael passed away this morning.

I wanted to make a go of things - it was you that didn't have the guts.

Oh, what would have been the point?

You'll never be half the man that Michael was.

I can't do this, Gabriel.

C'mon. You loved Michael, and so did I. We're here for him.

How we all doing? Sorry for calling round unannounced.

-Don't be, we need you.

-We're doing the inscription for the headstone.

Though we're not making much progress.

Don't worry, we'll work it out.

You know what?

Keeping it simple's the way to go.

It's not like he was religious or sentimental or anything, was he?

So, well, think about the man, what was important to him.

Something like, "Dr Michael Brodie, 1974-2013,

"beloved father, husband, brother."

I like that.

Although technically speaking,

he wasn't actually a doctor when he died, or even a husband.

-I'm just saying, I don't know the rules.

-There are no rules.

It's down to us.

How's that sound?

That's good. Those were the things that made my dad who he was,

d'you know what I mean?

-Right, I'll make a start on dinner, then. Are you staying?

-Yeah, I'd love to.

Oh, I think we'll need a bit more pasta.

I'll go, I need some fresh air anyway.

That guy's going to need a new bonnet.

Aye, he's going to need a new everything, and all done by tomorrow.

-I was going to take you out for a drink later.

-Sorry, I can't get away.

It would be good to get a wee catch-up.

Did my ma put you up to this?

"Uncle Bob and Auntie Stella."

Look, I can chat to Callum, explain to him that, you know,

sometimes grown-ups split up, whatever.

-Good, aye, all right.

-But I really don't know what's happening.

And I'm no' prying, I swear to you.

I don't know what's happening either.

-I didn't mean to upset you.

-I know.

Look, Kelly, I really need to get on with this, all right?

-Sure you don't want to get a drink later?

-Some other time, eh?

Need a hand?

-You could chop this garlic for me.

-No problem.

-There we are.

-Thanks for doing that, Nic.

-No problem.

Everyone's being dead nice, aren't they?

I just bumped into Robbie and he was dead sweet.

Yeah, Scarlett was asking for you earlier.

D'you know what you should do? You should ask for your old job back.

-D'you think so?

-Definitely.

-But what about the baby?

Well, you get maternity leave when the time comes,

and when you're ready, you go back to work.

Tell her, Leyla.

It's not a bad trade to have. People always need hairdressers.

I mean, I'm back at the arcade tomorrow.

-And you'll be at the health centre before long, won't you?

-Yeah, sure.

I just think we should get our lives back on track again,

start thinking about the future.

-D'you know what I mean?

-I do.

Nic, would you text Adeeb? Tell him we're going to be eating soon,

otherwise he'll never leave the library.

Yeah, cool.

-You OK?

-I'm fine, just...onions. Make yourself useful, then.

MICROWAVE PINGS

-Dinner was lovely, Mum. Really nice.

-I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Now go and get some sleep, the revision can wait till tomorrow.

-Goodnight, Mum.

-Goodnight.

He's doing his best for you, isn't he, the wee man.

He's such a good kid.

Always has been.

I keep forgetting, you've been through all this before.

It's different, obviously.

It's not that different.

-No?

-No.

I mean, I suppose we're getting to that stage now

where we're supposed to stop wallowing and get on with things, get back to work.

I'm not rushing you, am I?

-You went a bit quiet earlier.

-I'm fine.

You don't have to pretend with me.

OK, then, I'm not fine...

I'm frightened.

I don't think I'm ready for this whole "Life goes on" thing.

I'm here.

Don't go home just yet.

-If that's what you want.

-I didn't mean...

No, no, I know.

I bought you something.

What? What?

What is it?

I was in the town earlier and I wanted to buy you something

and I thought, "Would that be a strange thing to do?"

And then I had a quiet word with myself. "No, Gabriel.

"You love the woman, buy her what you want."

I hope you like them.

Morning. You're up early.

Yeah, that's why they call it morning sickness.

What are you going to do, hide him upstairs till everyone's gone out?

Who's hiding?

Nobody. Nobody's hiding. Not any more.

Look, we're going to try and... I don't know,

make a go of things, I suppose.

Look, I've got my own stuff to worry about,

I don't need to know about you two.

Look, Nic, none of this is meant to be disrespectful, y'know.

-And we're both still going to be here for you, for you and the baby.

-Good.

-Cos I can't do it on my own.

-Hey, you're not going to have to.

-Morning.

-Morning.

Look, now that you're all here,

me and Gabriel had something that we wanted to tell you.

We don't need to hear all the gory details.

-Your room is next to mine and you're not that quiet.

-Relax.

We're all OK with it.

Are you sure? Adeeb?

Yeah, whatever, as long as youse are happy.

Oh, I feel sick.

See? I told you we had nothing to worry about.

Should the boy not be here by now?

One of the other guys can take you. It's just driven you want, right?

You fishing?

Look, business is booming,

I just don't want anything to mess it up, all right?

OK, calm down, it's just a driver I want.

Come back alive this time, does he?

-Take your pick.

-And Gareth?

I'll have a wee word with him when he comes in.

He's after that Brodie lassie, he'll be with her.

He's in the wrong line of work for all that hearts and flowers stuff.

-If he's not up to it...

-We'll get somebody else.

Fine.

Someone's in a hurry.

Sorry, I was miles away.

I'm about to ask for my job back, and I'm not sure I'm gonnae get it.

-Good for you.

-So, how do I look? Sensible, reliable, hardworking?

-Sorry I asked!

-Sorry, it's just the first time I've noticed your wee bump.

-Really?

-Can you see it?

-Can I touch it?

-No!

I've never touched a bump before.

-Well, you're not going to start with mine.

-Good luck, darlin'.

-I suppose you'll be needing your own key now.

-OK.

You know what, though?

Maybe we should think about getting a place of our own, you know,

a fresh start for everyone.

Somewhere not too far away so Adeeb can finish school

and we've not got that far to travel for work.

We'd need a room for Conor, as well.

What, do you mean his devoted mother might get fed up with him

and send him back? Surely not!

-For his sake, I hope not.

-OK, OK, so he gets a room.

-Then there's the baby to think about.

-That's my job from now on.

I'll think about that.

A proper garden too.

-The wee one's going to need somewhere to play, right?

-It wouldn't be cheap.

Maybe we should wait until the insurance money's come through,

then we can talk about it properly.

We don't talk about it - we do it.

There's no clean towels.

But there is a washing machine and washing powder -

maybe you could work on a solution.

-We don't need to take her, do we?

-Gabriel.

I'm joking. She's family too.

No, no, this. It's the bill from the undertakers' for the funeral.

-I don't think I can lay my hands on this kind of money right now.

-I'll do it.

What, £4,000, just like that?

Are you forgetting I'm a gambling tycoon?

It doesn't even include the cost of the headstone.

Look, just go and get dressed. Remember you've got your talk with Miriam.

It's a reminder. What, have they asked for this already?

Erm, yeah, I guess they must have.

Don't look so worried. It's Robbie we're talking about.

-Morning.

-Hiya.

Nicole's got something she wants to ask you. Haven't you?

Erm... I wanted to, erm...

-I just needed...

-Come here, you wee soul, yeah?

-I want to come back. I need to work.

-Come on, take a deep breath.

Better?

OK.

I know you think I'm a horrible person, and you should,

because I've done some terrible things.

-Nicole, don't say that about yourself.

-Let her speak.

I don't want to be like that any more.

I want to be someone that my dad would be proud of,

and that my baby would be proud of.

I think that's good. Folk can change, eh?

Oh, Nic, you have been a cow, there's no getting away from it.

But you're 17 and you've been through a hell of a time,

and you've come here and you've said you're sorry.

-You can have a chance at least.

-I won't let you down, I promise.

-I know I can be a brilliant stylist.

-Easy, tiger!

We'll start you off as a junior and see how we go from there, eh?

-OK.

-And what does a junior do about 7,000 times a day?

-Put the kettle on.

-She's back, ladies and gentlemen!

-Aye, you're a good guy.

-Or a fool to myself. We'll see, won't we?

-Hey, you don't need to live out of there, you know.

-I know.

-Come to us for your tea tonight.

-I cannae, Ma, I've got loads on.

-You've got to eat.

-And I will.

I hate to think of you rattling about that flat on your own.

-I won't be, I'll be working.

-I don't just mean tonight.

Look at the pair of them. I hope they know what they've put you through.

-I hope they're happy now.

-Aye, well, I don't.

Ma, I'll see you later.

I'll see you, darlin'.

-Morning.

-I was wondering why the alarm wasnae set.

I switched it off.

-Keys to the kingdom, eh?

-Lenny wants me here.

-What if I don't?

-Take it up with him.

Right, shift, I've got stuff to do.

-Did you do this?

-Do what?

-Change the combination.

-Nah.

But you know the new one, right?

This is my place, right?

Brodie's Arcade - the clue's in the name.

Take it up with Lenny.

Stevie, what time you got there?

-Five to 11.

-Yeah? Stella?

-Five to 11, aye.

-Aye, that's what I've got as well, but I'm thinking it cannae be right,

because there's no way this mob look like they're five minutes away from opening up a pub.

-You should change the name from the Tall Ship to the Home Wrecker's Arms.

-That's not funny.

-I'm not joking.

-I've got a joke for you.

What do you call people that ignore the person that pays their wages?

Unemployed.

Come on! Nae laughs?

-Tough crowd.

-KNOCK ON THE DOOR

Somebody's thirsty.

Come on, are we getting sorted here?

Hey, me and you need to have a word.

-Upstairs.

-Can we not talk here?

No, cos I'm not having you shouting the odds in the bar.

You don't need to be a sniffer dog to know what's goin' on in there.

No, you need to be an adult, which is what I thought you were.

-You know the score.

-Aye, and I know when to turn a blind eye.

What's your problem, then?

The problem is the arcade - that's shut, for one thing.

-You've been off for, what, a month? Six weeks?

-Something like that.

Have I given you any grief? No pun intended.

No, that place has been ticking over,

and every week there's been money going into your account.

It just so happens that I need a wee bit of privacy today.

-Aye, well, it's my business too, and I need cash.

-What for?

Michael's funeral. Best part of four grand.

Oh, and you thought you were just going to open up the safe and take it?

-Aye, as an advance.

-Look, if you need a loan, I'll sort it out.

-The last thing I need is to be in debt to you. Nae offence.

-None taken.

I could always throw a bit of work your way.

I take it he's been hanging about the arcade too?

I bet that's good for business(!)

-You want to watch that tone of yours, son.

-I'm not your son.

-I knew your son, and he was a psychopath.

-I think that's enough.

He has what our friends in the prison would call an attitude problem.

-He'll get over it.

-He'd better.

-Do you need a minute?

-What for?

Your boy died in here.

Listen, I'm picking up that shipment at 1:00,

so I'll need another car.

All right.

I think I've left my bank card in...our bedroom.

-Aye, there's lots of your stuff still in there.

-What am I supposed to do?

-Dump it all at Gina's?

-Well, we need to sort something out, don't we?

-What are you looking for?

-A tin of soup for my lunch.

Well, I could bring you something round later if you want?

Nah, you're all right.

No, it's Brodie with an I-E. Yes.

Well, could you just get somebody to phone me,

sooner rather than later?

Yeah, thank you. Bye-bye.

-You OK?

-Hmm?

-Look, are you OK?

Cos I could get the day off work if you want me to.

-No, no, I'm fine, you get to work.

-If you're sure.

Yeah, I'm sure.

-There you go.

-Thank you.

-Ladies. The temp said I'd find you in here.

-What can I get you, Leyla?

Small glass of red wine, please.

-A last little treat before I start back tomorrow.

-Tomorrow?

-That's why I came to find you. I do still have a job, don't I?

-Of course.

Well, then, I'll be there tomorrow, bright and early.

-I look forward to welcoming you back.

-Thank you.

-If you feel ready.

I need to work, Miriam.

I mean, you've been really patient and supportive,

but I know this can't go on indefinitely.

Hiring agency staff to cover me costs money, so...

I'd rather incur that cost than bring you back before you're 100%.

I really feel like I'm getting back on track with things.

-We all do.

-That's very encouraging.

-I mean it.

Look, it'll probably be common knowledge soon enough,

so I might as well just come out and say it.

Gabriel and I, we're going to try and make a go of things, as a couple.

-Well, that's...

-Good?

Right, well, don't get all mushy on me(!)

MOBILE RINGS

Sorry.

Two seconds, I need to take this.

Hello? Yeah, speaking.

Since when?

I got your text.

What can't wait?

-Hope you're ready for this.

-What happened?

I've just been on the phone to the insurance company.

Michael's policy lapsed when he was struck off.

-You don't get anything?

-Not a penny.

Och, well, I wasn't with you for your money.

-I don't want to talk about this here. Can we just go home?

-Let's go.

-What?

-It's just, that counts as our first public display of affection.

Not quite what I had in mind.

Yeah, and it won't be our last.

There's a letter here from the insurance company, confirming policy termination, dated 27th March, 2012.

That's just after Michael was sentenced.

-I'm such an idiot.

-Don't beat yourself up about it.

What are you looking for?

-Did you put this in here?

-No.

-Look, Leyla, this doesn't change anything.

-No?

-Fresh starts cost money, Gabriel.

-Well, we'll stay here.

The important bit is that we'll be together, right?

None of the funeral expenses will be covered either.

-I told you, I'll sort that.

-When, though?

They won't even start work on Michael's headstone till it's paid.

-I just feel like this whole thing is hanging over us.

-It's not.

I'm not going to let it.

Look, I know this isn't how we imagined our first day as a couple.

But we're going to turn it round.

Starting tonight, when Adeeb is at the library

and Nic and Zinnie are at the cinema.

-Who said they were going to the cinema?

-I did, right now.

I'm going to make sure we've got this place to ourselves.

You're going to cook me something fantastic,

and we're going to sit down and discuss our brilliant future together.

How does that sound?

Honestly? Too good to be true.

No, listen, it's my own business, so I don't actually have a regular salary like normal.

Well, obviously I'm not going to have pay slips either, am I?

You know what? Just forget it.

I see you've opened up.

Owning 10% gives me the right do that much.

No, not today it doesnae. I've got business. Make yourself scarce.

Lenny, Lenny.

-I think that big copper's on his way over here.

-What copper?

-Big, tall English guy.

-DC Cooper, you mean?

That's a smart wee boy you've got there, eh, Lenny?

Yeah? You still going to be laughing when your DC Cooper takes you and shuts the arcade down,

drags you in for questioning?

How good's that gonnae be for your pockets, eh?

Come on, mate, we're closed.

You closed?

For a wee while. It's my first day back,

so there's plenty of stuff needing sorting.

-I've been spending all my time with Leyla and the kids, so...

-Of course.

-How are they? How are you?

-Well, you know how it is.

Listen, you were a big help, the day that it happened,

the day of the funeral.

-It's part of the job.

-Not what you signed up for, though, eh?

Listen, I'm sorry, I need to shoot.

I'm supposed to be at the undertakers', settle the bill.

Where is it? I can give you a lift.

-You know what? I fancy the walk, actually, sort my head out a wee bit.

-OK.

I forgot my wallet. See, my head really does need sorting.

Well, you look after yourself.

And if you see anything dodgy I might need to know about...

I'm keeping well away, believe me.

Did you get rid of him?

-Good man. I owe you a drink.

-A drink's not gonnae cut it.

-I need some serious wedge.

-You want back on the payroll?

All right, but these are my terms. It's just you and me. Not him.

And not Billy. It gives me the boak to breathe the same air as him.

-He'll not be around much.

-You don't need to know the ins and outs.

-Don't need to, and I don't want to.

-Open the safe.

Here, take this.

Get yourself a taxi to the South Side, somebody's gonnae phone you on that in about 25 minutes.

When the deal's done, dump the phone.

-Delivering or collecting?

-Both.

Put that on Mr Murdoch's account.

Perfect timing.

South Side, mate. I'll tell you exactly where when we get through the tunnel.

Do you trust him?

Enough.

What exactly was the problem between him and my boy?

You enjoy the tea and we'll get you started on the colour.

-Nicole will bring you a wee magazine.

-Coming right up.

-Yes, sir, how can we help?

-Hi, I'm here to see Nicole.

Cheers.

-What are you doing?

-Calm down. I see he's took you back.

-Yeah, so I'm working and I can't chat.

-What if I get a wee haircut?

-You could talk to me then.

-I finish at 5:00.

You want me to pick you up?

-Yeah, but it's not a date.

-Who said it was?

-Oh, the good stuff. I am honoured.

-Enjoy it.

-You'll be back on the sangria before long.

-You wishing me gone, Lenny?

It's just the way things are.

Any problems?

I took my cut while I was at it.

-Your cut?

-Aye, five grand.

That's not the way this works.

-I'm not waiting for crumbs from your table.

-It seems fair to me.

Handy and all, since five grand should cover what you owe me.

I don't owe you a penny.

Say what you like about my boy, and you do, but he made a good living out of the whores of his.

Oh, aye, he was a total entrepreneur(!)

I don't believe all that money's burned up with Sean.

You were his pimp.

Aye, I was, and you know what I done with his filthy cash?

I gave it to charity, to help the kind of girls that your boy...

Ah, forget it. You wouldn't understand.

I understand you owe me money.

Whistle for it.

HE WHISTLES

I know he's a friend of yours, Lenny, but there comes a time when even friends overstep the mark.

Know what I mean?

Gabriel, can we have a word, please, mate?

I'm just going for a coffee. Problem?

-We'll get you one down at the station.

-I prefer Gina's.

Gabriel, get in the car.

-See you later.

-Bye.

Boo!

-You're late.

-I'll make it up to you.

-Don't assume that this is the start of something.

-Why not?

Soon you'll have the wee one to look after,

so me and you might as well just have a wee laugh, eh?

A laugh?

DOORBELL RINGS

Hi. Can I help you?

It's about Gabriel Brodie.

What's wrong? Has something happened?

If you don't mind, I'd rather talk inside.

Yeah, of course.

So, is Gabriel in some kind of trouble?

It's just the financial kind.

Look, if it's just money, I'm sure we could work something out.

Of course, course.

That's why I'm here.

But we'll wait until your man gets home.

Nice house.

Thank you.

It's not really the kind of gaff I expected Gabriel to live in.

He doesn't.

I mean, not really, not yet.

I see.

Can I get you something? A drink, wine?

No, no.

No, thanks.

But don't let me stop you if you feel the need.

Your hands are shaking.

Here, let me.

These things are not just about the money.

Starts out that way, but it's like a bottle.

Starts out as a bottle, but if you break it,

it becomes an offensive weapon.

Know what I mean?

There we go.

Nice.

There you go, one coffee, as promised.

With nae lawyer? With no "Interview commences at..."?

This isn't an interview, it's a conversation.

Aye, well, it might be a bit one-sided.

Oh, no, I think we've got plenty to say to each other.

Is this going to take long? Cos there's somewhere else I need to be.

-Somewhere special?

-The undertakers'.

-You said you were going there earlier.

-I got delayed.

The rest of my family will be home soon.

My stepdaughter's pregnant.

Is she? Congratulations.

No, I mean...I don't want her upset or frightened.

Look, I'd like it if you would leave now, please.

Maybe you should give Gabriel a bell.

Tell him Mr Kennedy's waiting for him.

Kennedy?

As in Sean Kennedy?

My son. Rest in peace.

See, your boyfriend used to run whores for my boy,

but still thinks he can look down his nose at me.

So we're going to fix that.

Ring him.

I'll get the phone for you.

You shouldn't drink so much.

A woman like you needs her wits about her.

DOOR CLOSES

Hey.

What's going on?

I think Mr Kennedy was just leaving, actually.

Maybe I'll see you again, maybe I'll not.

That's kind of down to Gabriel.

You're a good-looking family, I'll give you that.

-What is going on?

-Oh, my God.

-Leyla, what's going on?

Who was that guy?

-This undertakers', South Side, were they?

-No.

-So what were you doing there three hours ago?

-Stonemasons'.

-Sorry?

I was looking at different types of headstone. You know, granite,

marble, that kind of thing.

-Did you decide on one?

-No.

That's not the type of thing you want to rush into, is it?

I mean, I know how much it means to you, Michael's memory.

Open it.

That man you're talking to, he's a known drug dealer.

Or has he branched out into the memorial business?

-I don't know the guy. I was just asking for directions.

-To where?

The stonemasons', where do you think?

Call them if you don't believe me.

I believe you.

I believe you went there to give yourself a nice little alibi.

-So, which firm was it?

-Kirkton, I think.

Are you going to charge me here with something or what?

Gabriel, didn't you learn anything from what happened with Sean Kennedy?

Oh, aye, I learned to rely on me, no-one else.

DOOR CLOSES

What are you doing? What's wrong?

When I got home, there was a man here. Billy Kennedy.

-What, here?

-Yeah, here.

Did he hurt you? Tell me he didnae.

No, Gabriel. But he wanted to.

He threatened me, all of us. Because of you.

Whatever you owe him, you pay him, OK? Now.

When do I get to meet this Pedro character?

Do you know what he did?

-Where he was?

-I was with Leyla.

Real good company she was too. See me, perfect gentleman, me.

You think what you could have found when you got home.

Hey, hey, hey. Let him go. Let him go.

Pay the man and then we can all move on.

I'll be seeing you.

-I don't believe you. He's scum.

-We're making good money together.

Is that all you think about? You stood at my brother's funeral.

You took money from a drug deal to pay for your brother's funeral

so you could sleep easy in your brother's bed with your brother's wife.

-So don't play the altar boy with me.

-No, no. You're wrong.

-Am I?

You had a bill to pay, that was all. They could've waited.

They weren't going to come round and break your legs, were they?

No, I thought not.

Hi, Gabe.

-What's going on?

-What's it to you?

-Sorry?

-You will be.

-Gabriel!

-You stay away from her, all right? You, home, now.

-You are unbelievable.

-The wee clown was asking for it.

What, like my dad and Cameron Tennant, you mean?

Yeah, that worked out brilliant for us all, didn't it(?)

-I know wee guys like Gareth, and he's scum.

-Who's Gareth?

-That wee neddy guy?

-Aye, him.

-So neds aren't a problem but you can't keep the psychos away?

-What?

Sean Kennedy's dad was here, in this house, threatening me.

Yeah, and your wee pal Gareth works for him, so you won't be seeing him again.

-What?!

-Our noble lord and master has spoken(!)

How much vino have you drunk?

-Not enough.

-Well, maybe if you weren't drinking,

you wouldnae have let him in in the first place.

What? Don't make this about me.

You sat here on this sofa and talked about taking care of us all.

-I paid the guy. So he'll leave us alone now.

-Three cheers for you(!)

Where did you get the money?

-Does it matter?

-That was the funeral money, wasn't it?

-I'm away.

-Just wait.

-No.

I can't stand to look at you people any more.

Well done(!)

-Gareth. Gareth, I want to talk to you.

-Am I going to get smacked again?

Only from me if you don't stop and talk to me.

OK, c'mon. So what do you want to know?

Maybe like what you've been playing at?

How do you mean?

Have you just been messing around with me to get to my uncle?

-No. No way.

-Are you working for that Kennedy guy?

-Why?

Because he threatened my stepmum.

-He came into our house when Leyla was on her own.

-I didn't know that.

-No?

-No. I'd never do something like that.

-Not even if he told you to?

I promise you, Nicole.

I don't get you. You're working for a criminal.

You're a criminal.

-That's not all I am.

-What does that mean?

You can't look at yourself the way other people do around here.

-A wee daft lassie that's got herself knocked up.

-Thanks(!)

I know how folk look at me.

A wee ned that's going to be in and out of prison all his life.

But it's not true, just like you're not a daft wee lassie.

People are always going to judge us, Nicole.

I don't care any more. As long as I'm with you.

So you want to be with me?

OK, but I want to take this slow.

Slow's good.

So, where were you going with the police this afternoon?

They just wanted a chat, that's all.

I hope you lied to them better than you're lying to me now.

Believe me, Leyla.

I've learned my lesson. I'm done with anything illegal.

Why should I believe you?

Why did you have to run out? I was worried about you.

I can look after myself.

-I'll remember that when you need help with the night feeds.

-Great(!)

-Drunk and now sarcastic.

-How dare you?!

-Will you two stop it? Please?

You're all I've got.

-Thirsty?

-No, we ran out at the pub.

Loverboy mess an order up, did he?

I'm just gonnae drop these off and then that's me finished for the day.

You working tomorrow?

-Nah.

-Good. That'll give yourself time to get a solicitor.

-What are you talking about?

-A divorce. You'll be getting letters.

-Fine. Have you gave them Gina's address?

-Nah, the flat.

-What?

You might as well move in there, cos I cannae stomach another night in that place.

-Where are you going to go?

-Like you care(!)

Well, my lawyer will need to know.

Send everything via the garage, all right?

She's just in the shower, Leyla.

She'll feel better after that.

And Nic, you know, she's tired.

-It's been a long day for her.

-It's been a long day for us all.

Yeah.

Do you remember when Leyla's first husband died?

Did it do this to her then? You know, the grief?

I was just a kid when he died, so I don't know.

Gabriel, you're the one, you know? You're the love of her life.

I think she's out of the shower, so I'm going to check she's OK.

She'll be fine.

I saw Gareth when I was out earlier.

He makes me feel better about myself.

OK.

OK? Is that it? No lecture?

You're an adult, Nicole. What good would that do?

About as much good as hitting him did.

Well, there's your lesson for the day, kiddo. Never go following my example.

-You'll be fine.

-Will I?

You're a good guy. And you're my Uncle Gabriel.

-That's worth something, you know.

-Yeah. Yeah, it is.

Two seconds and I'll be gone.

Right, that's me.

-Bob, I hope that...

-What?

I hope that we can be civilised about this.

I'm going to be. Civilised, reasonable, calm.

Good.

That's what my lawyer said to me. "You don't need to fight dirty,

"Mr Adams, cos you are 100%, totally and completely blameless."

I'll see you, Stella.

-Feeling any better?

-Oh, yeah(!)

A hangover before bed's always a winner(!)

I don't want to be like this when the baby's born.

I'll be around to help.

Of course you will. You'll be with me.

I was wrong to think I could make things work.

For you and Nic, all of us.

It's too much for anyone. It's too much for me, anyway.

So you're giving up?

Yeah.

I can get help. I'll get help, I promise.

-You need to do that for you, not for me.

-For us. I'll do it for us.

There cannae be an us.

-Please.

-We never had a chance, Leyla.

I could never make you happy any more than our Michael could.

You needed us both.

God, that makes me sound like the worst person in the world.

It's not meant to. It just... It means you're complicated.

I do love you.

-I love you too, but...

-But that's not enough.

I've been trying to pretend it's not true all day.

It was all too easy.

The kids, Miriam, Tattie,

they all just accepted it, because it wasn't real, was it?

This fantasy of me and you.

I just wanted it to solve everything, but...

I'll be a good uncle, and a good friend.

And that's got to count for something, right?

I need to go.

I need an ambulance as soon as you can.

-Had you been drinking last night?

-I had a couple last night, sir.

'Donald sent you to the hospital? He'll want DC Cooper off the hook.

'This is a prime opportunity to get more evidence against him.'

-We just want to get to the truth of what happened.

-I bet you do.

I'm pulling you off this case.

You've corrupted yourself with your involvement with these people.

-Who took these?

-I've had someone watching you for some time.

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