08/04/2014 River City

It was one of you lot that shot her, wasn't it?

Get him in here, we need to find out what he knows before they do.

Well, Billy didn't shoot her! Who else could have shot her?!

I'm sorry, but this is down to me. I'm the reason she died.

Oh, come here.

-Give me the keys!

-It's the...

-Shut up!

Put the gun away.

I'm not a madman with a loaded weapon. I'm just a screw-up.

Where did you get to last night?

Leyla and I went to a movie and then she wanted to have a bite to eat.

Nice.

-But I don't want to hurt anyone.

-Nor do I.

But I need to be honest.

"Hi, you've reached Tatiana, I can't take your call at the moment."

HE PANTS

I know I'm going to feel that tomorrow, but that was brilliant.

I didn't break the four minute mile or anything, but it's a start, eh?

Really clears the head.

Even had a business idea when I was out.

A youth musical group at the community centre.

Reckon I could get it funded no bother.

Right, I'm away for a shower.

There's something here for Gabriel. Have you heard anything from him?

Have you seen him?

No, and I don't expect to any time soon.

How come you're dressed?

-I go back to the surgery today.

-Oh, right, cool. I hope it goes OK.

Thanks(!)

JOE: "Straitjacket fitted and happily ensconced in my padded cell.

"Please drop by. The tea is splendid."

You'll be pleased to know I'll be joining you for cereal today,

no more fry-ups.

HE GASPS

I'm leaving you.

No, Tattie!

I know I need to step up. And I will.

But you don't need to leave, you can stay!

Don't, Bob!

-We can have a clean slate, we can try again!

-Bob!

I'll do anything you want, anything you need...

It's too late!

Bob, I don't want to live like this... this half life.

We carried on. Going through the motions, being civil.

But I want to feel again. Feel... something.

In here.

-We can get back there.

-No. No, we can't.

I'm leaving you. I have to.

Can we not talk about this?

I need to get to work.

Is there somebody else, Tattie?

There's no-one else, Bob.

SHE SIGHS HEAVILY

Right. You can do this.

Leyla!

Leyla.

-I just can't stop thinking about it.

-I know.

-I'm being ridiculous.

-No, you're not.

-You OK?

-Yeah, I'll be fine.

It's so good to have you back.

So the wheels haven't fallen off then?

Don't worry, we've been all over the place without you.

Are you going somewhere?

I thought they would have told me

when they were going to sentence him?

Of course. I understand.

Well, at least he'll get the treatment he needs there.

Prison would have killed him.

The thing is, he sent me a postcard.

Seems he wants to see me.

Yeah, of course. Bye.

Oh, good, you're still here.

Had a call to make.

Anyway, I'm glad I caught you. I need your opinion on something.

Now, I thought this might be good in your room.

Might as well get the other rooms freshened up while we're at it, eh?

-Well, it's eh...

-Timeless, I thought.

But I have another option, it's in the kitchen.

Actually, Liz, I was thinking of booking myself into

a B&B for a while, just to get out of the way while you

-and Malcolm settle back in.

-Oh, there's no need for that.

Malcolm's going to need as much stability as possible

-when he comes home.

-Well, if you're sure.

I suppose there are a lot of changes for him to cope with.

But don't stay away too long...

That night...

I told myself that if I get out of this I was going to live.

Not just carry on. But live.

I can't do that with Bob.

I had to go.

Poor Bob.

Tattie, it's not your fault. It happens.

-Leyla, I'm sorry. I should have been here.

-Oh, don't be daft.

It's good to have you back.

While I've got you both here,

you should know that Joe's been sentenced.

I spoke to his solicitor this morning.

-Already! So he's in prison?

-Not exactly.

You're kidding me?

He's been detained in a secure psychiatric

hospital for a minimum of five years.

-So he's... under lock and key.

-Five years? Is that all?

He's not well. He's been through a lot.

HE'S been through a lot?!

Dan, I know he was a friend of yours,

but as far as I'm concerned he walked in here with a gun.

He did. You're right. I'm sorry.

Look, Leyla if there's anything I can do, just say.

That goes for you too, Tatiana.

KNOCK ON THE DOOR

-Cooper.

-Visitor downstairs for you, sir.

-Yeah?

-To head up the enquiry.

-Who is it? Corrigan? MacKay?

-ACC Walters.

-Pauline Walters?

-Do you know her?

-By reputation.

-OK, what's she like?

-Good cop, bad cop.

-Which one?

-Both.

-OK, well, have them send her up, thanks.

-Sir.

The most important thing we need to remember, as colleagues,

-is we are working together on this enquiry.

-Of course.

And once again with feeling?

-Sorry?

-We work for the same firm.

DS Grant is as much my responsibility as she is yours,

we can only help her by being open.

I understand that, but you need this dealt with.

Investigated.

And sometimes we hang someone out to dry just to get the politicians

-and press off our backs.

-You really think that happens?

-Of course it does.

-There's a truth we need to get to.

The facts don't always tell the whole story.

That's why the TRUTH is more important.

DS Grant is a great cop. She's smart, selfless.

She lives and breathes the job,

I just don't want her whole life judged on a few sheets of A4 read

by some committee with ministers breathing down their necks.

You're right. This is serious.

She could lose her job, she could face charges. Or...

OR... she is the exemplary officer you have described

and this enquiry is only going to show me

and those above me, that she is capable of great things.

You need to trust me on this.

And get her back in.

I'm sure she's got some paperwork she could catch up with.

Keeping her at home makes her look guilty

and it won't be helping her head.

-Yeah, of course, ma'am.

-This is not a witch hunt.

OK?

OK.

Good to have her back, eh?

It's lucky for those lassies that you were there.

-When I think of what might have happened to Tattie.

-Molly...

And Leyla of course.

I mean it's not every day some gun-toting maniac

breenges in to this place.

-You should be recognised, so you should.

-Recognised?

Is that not what they say? Recognised for bravery.

What you did? Above and beyond the call of duty.

-Molly, that's very good of you...

-I might start a campaign.

I think it's best left. That night.

Leyla doesn't need reminding about it.

It's going to take her a long time to get over it.

Aye. Poor wee soul. Glad to have you back, hen.

But listen, I'll tell you something for nothing.

After what you've been through, working here'll be a doddle.

All they moaning pensioners, and all they screaming weans?

You'll cope with anything.

And you've got him here looking after you.

See you later.

Tattie. Can I have a word?

Look, why don't you take Leyla for a coffee?

You're probably due your break

and we've still got Janice here covering reception.

Anything else you want to sort out before you go?

Maybe a new appointments system? Or review the out-of-hours service?

Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, Dr Hunter.

You'd better go before Molly changes her mind.

Right, shall we?

-Sure.

-Thanks, Dan.

-Don't thank me. Thank the boss here.

-I'll see you at home, of course.

Send in the next patient, please.

I'll just get my coat.

FRONT DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

You want a cuppa tea, son?

I said, do you want a cuppa tea, son?

I even went for a power walk this morning.

Was going to be a new start. Who am I kidding?

Come on, son.

I saw the way people used to look at us in the street...

"What's she doing with that big lump?

-"Good looking girl like her?"

-Don't be so daft.

Do you know? I don't think she ever loved me.

She might've liked me. That I was a good laugh.

But love me?

-She loved you, Bob.

-I don't think so.

Maybe she's suffering from that post-traumatic syndrome thingy,

not thinking straight.

She knew exactly what she was doing. It's been coming for ages.

-She doesn't want me.

-Aye, because her head was turned.

What do you mean?

Dr Handsome swanned back into town and suddenly she's all over him.

She telt me there was nobody else.

When is there never anybody else? There's aye somebody else.

No, she wouldn't do that. Not again.

Well,

whatever she's thinking, it's about her

and not about you, son.

HE SIGHS HEAVILY

-I'll be back in a wee bit.

-Bob?

-I'm just going for some fresh air.

I know I'm being stupid,

I can't help thinking about what he could have done to us that night.

Perhaps we were lucky.

Yeah, perhaps.

It just keeps playing over and over and over.

You must stop that. It's the future you need to focus on.

That night? It's gone.

He's gone.

Yeah, but for how long? Five years doesn't seem long enough.

It doesn't. But you know, maybe Dan's right.

It was his illness.

So if he can be treated...

it's not like he was doing it for kicks.

Yeah, I suppose.

Thanks, Tattie. I needed this.

You're the first person I've spoken to about it.

It'll take time.

Keep thinking any minute Molly's going to come

tearing down the street wanting my head on a plate.

You know you're welcome to take cover at my place.

Oh, no, it's fine Leyla, I can find a B&B.

It's just me and Zinnie now.

And she just spends her time sleeping or avoiding me,

so it's just me rattling around that big house on my own.

We could mope together.

Thanks, Leyla. Just until I get sorted.

-What about Dan?

-Dan?

-You should tell him, I guess.

What with both you and Molly working there.

Yes. I need to... I'll tell him.

How are you, you all right?

We're OK, Stella. Thanks for asking.

Do you want another coffee?

Oh, better not. Don't need getting fired added to our woes.

Well, if you aren't doing anything tomorrow night,

Stevie's got a folk night on at the Tall Ship, just if you fancy it.

Thanks, we might just do that.

If you could just fill this in, and then bring it up

to the counter when you're done.

You're going to wish you'd stayed at home

when you see the state of my filing.

Well, I guess, for such a highly trained man like you, working out

if MacManohan comes before or after MacNamamra is pretty advanced stuff.

That's why you get paid the big bucks.

-Oh, Dan, you're hilarious.

-Listen, I'm sorry,

I should have been here for you arriving this morning.

Don't worry about it, OK.

Ms McNamara, if you'd like to come through.

-Hey.

-Hey, you.

Listen, about earlier.

I know it's not easy for you, what happened with Joe.

He was your friend.

-Yeah.

-Have you got a minute?

-I've got a patient.

-Of course.

-We can talk later?

-Yeah. Sure.

-Unless it's important...

-No...

-Good.

-It's just...

I've left Bob.

Right.

Let me just deal with this patient.

No, carry on. I've got loads to do.

I was going crazy. In my pyjamas until lunchtime.

I even started poking around in the attic.

-What for?

-Well, I thought

I must have a Rembrandt that I'd forgotten about up there.

Everybody on telly seems to.

Or at least a novelty biscuit tin with the Krankies on the front.

-Can I help you, ma'am?

-Sorry to interrupt.

-Sorry, ma'am.

-Just to warn you,

there will probably be a few unannounced visits from my team.

They have a tendency to poke around and be a right pain,

apologies in advance. Quick word?

DCI Donald was very forthright in his praise for you.

I was impressed.

But it's evidence it will be about at the end of the day.

Of course. I understand.

-Everything all right, ma'am?

-Yes, fine.

Just giving DS Grant the heads up on what will happen next.

You have my word I will be thorough and fair.

It's not about looking for a scapegoat, I assure you.

Speak to you later.

-She terrifies me.

-Don't worry.

She said you bigged me up.

-Thanks. It means a lot to me.

-We're a team. It's what we do.

DAN: Back in a minute!

Doc!

-All right?

-No. Not really.

Quick question for you, Doctor.

It's important.

How long have you been sleeping with my wife?

What do you mean?

Really? Is that what you're going with?

Tatiana told you?

So it IS true.

I'm sorry. It happened.

-It was nothing.

-Might be nothing to you, pal,

but it's the end of my marriage, it's everything.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, well, that makes it all right then, doesn't it(?)

So what was it? A power trip?

-Cos you're the boss, you're entitled?

-No.

Was it a bit of fun? No strings.

It's over, Bob. It wasn't anything and it's over.

Well, it's not over for me, pal!

I feel like knocking you out.

I know how upset you must be, Bob, but it was just one of those things.

Are you in love with her? Are you?!

-You're pathetic. You're pathetic.

-Bob, just give me a second.

Bob!

Are you OK, Dan? Are you hurt?

You've done it again! You've done it again!

The one thing I thought you'd never do!

Mind the first time you done it? You promised it would never

happen again. And now you've gone and done it. As if I'm nothing!

As if I'm something you scrape off the bottom of your shoe!

-Is that what you think of me?!

-No, Bob!

It doesn't seem like that from here!

I thought the two of you might be at it.

But I convinced myself that it wasn't true.

Because you PROMISED you'd never lie to me again! You promised me!

Even this morning, this morning when I was in the flat, when I asked you.

-You just barefaced lied to me!

-You're scaring me, Bob!

Oh, I'm scaring you, am I?!

-Well, what does that matter after what you've done to ME?!

-Bob!

-You did it again, Tattie.

-HE SOBS

I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Bob.

You're welcome to her, mate.

Tattie!

What the hell are you two playing at, shouting

and brawling in the street? You've got patients waiting!

And you, Tattie? Mr Galloway is waiting for you

and he's in a fair bit of pain.

-It's OK, Leyla.

-NO, it's not!

Sorry, Leyla.

-Send in the next patient, please.

-Yes, doctor!

You all right?

I'm trying to work out how my report reads if you'd never met me before.

Tell you what, let's call it a day and go for a swift half.

No, I should have another go at this.

Come on. Team building.

Might even put the first half hour through as overtime.

-I suppose the panicking can keep.

-Exactly.

-Is Tatiana around?

-You've just missed her.

-She's had quite a day.

-Yeah. Guess she has.

You want me to lock up?

I've got to finish up the books so, no, you just head off.

Listen, that can wait. You've done really well today.

Away home and put your feet up. Go on, I insist.

OK, if you're sure. I'll walk you home.

No, that's OK, I've got some tidying up to do anyway.

-All right, then. I'll be seeing you.

-I'll catch you tomorrow.

LOUD MUSIC PLAYS IN HIS EARPHONES

KEYS RATTLE IN THE LOCK

I'm still in here, Dan!

If this is a joke, it's not funny!

Dan!

Dan! Dan!

SHE BANGS ON THE DOOR

DAN!

DAN! COME BACK! PLEASE!

Anybody, help me! Help me! I'm locked in!

For God's sake! Dan!

I'm locked in! Can somebody help me, please?!

You know you can take this out of my wages.

Don't be daft. It was my fault.

You all right now?

Yeah. You arrange all this?

-What?

-This one-day intensive course of aversion therapy?

Couple of pills would have done me.

THEY LAUGH

Everything just seems to be getting on top of me.

I haven't slept very well since then.

And with Nick and Grace leaving, it just gives me time to worry.

-Time I never had before.

-I'm sure.

Zinnie's been in such a bad way after the trial.

Then there's Gabriel's latest adventures.

-It just gets to me sometimes.

-If you need anything...

More time off or if you think counselling might help.

-Just keep talking to me, OK?

-Thank you.

And you? How are you doing?

Me? Ach, Leyla.

If you need something royally screwed up

and I mean like mangled...

relationships, friendships... you name it.

I'm the go-to guy.

Look. I know I shouldn't, but...

do you mind asking if Tatiana'll give me a minute?

Hold on.

Stick another one in there for me, Stevie, son.

You'd be amazed how many pints are downed in one

whenever I come in here.

Oh, yeah, I can clear a bar quicker than a Sydney Devine tribute act.

-What are we having?

-A beer please?

-I'll have a gin and tonic.

-When you get a minute, please?

I didn't handle it too well today... with Bob.

No, you didn't.

-I just wanted to say...

-Look, Dan, I've had enough of men telling me

they've got something to say to me today.

And I'm sure I'm going to hear about this from all sorts of people now.

-So what?

-So what?!

What does it matter what people think?

Because it's not the truth.

I left him because I was unhappy,

and yes, OK, you're right...

I don't care who knows that.

But I don't want them thinking it was just about you.

That's such a terrible thing, is it?

Oh, Dan, can you turn the ego off for one minute?

What's that supposed to mean?!

I thought we might have had a chance.

And I know now might not be the time,

but I thought at least I'd get something from you.

-Some word that meant you care.

-Of course I care.

This is my life we're talking about here!

I've left my husband.

It might be nothing to you, but it's a hell of a big deal to me.

Look. I'm sorry. My head's all over the place.

With Joe being sentenced and everything.

Of course. Joe. Your next little project.

You don't know anything about Joe Dearnon.

I know he held a gun at me.

He's not well, Tatiana.

And that's not just an opinion, the psychiatrists

and the judge agreed with me.

Agreed with you?!

I spoke for him. As a character witness.

So you've been busy sticking up for a guy who held us at gun point.

-He was a friend. He needed me.

-What about Leyla?! What about me?!

I'd better go.

-Dalziel must've loved that.

-Oh, he was bealin'.

-Did he let him go?

-Eh... No!

Right, any more for any more?

-Are you having one?

-A wee whisky for the road.

Not for me, I think I'd better head. I'll see you tomorrow.

-Bye, Cooper.

-Bye, Will.

-See you.

-Same again?

-Actually, I think I'll have a wee whisky as well.

OK.

KNOCK ON THE DOOR

-Morning.

-Oh, no, this isn't good.

-I'm at YOUR place, right?

-Well done, detective.

What happened?

Well, we came back here. You said, and I quote, "Why don't we

"take off our clothes off, get into bed, and just see what happens?"

We were calling a cab. You got your address wrong three times,

so I suggested you crash here.

I went to get you a toothbrush, you were

-snoring like a navvy by the time I got back.

-And you...?

-Sofa.

-Sofa. Of course.

Drink your tea. I've got some eggs on.

HE SNORES LOUDLY

Good morning.

HE GROANS

-Do you want that heated up?

-Don't.

How's the head?

Don't ask.

State of you last night. You big midden.

I watched you from the window.

Staggering up the road like a shopping trolley with a wonky wheel.

Think I'm entitled to be drown my sorrows.

Aye, well, don't let it get to you, son.

I know you'll not want to hear this, but you'll be fine.

And do you know how I know?

-How?

-Because you're a decent man, Bob O'Hara.

And that'll see you right. Her?

You can see what she's like.

She just flits on to the next one. She'll never alter.

You're better than that.

Let me make you a nice breakfast, son.

Thanks, Maw.

-Sure I can't tempt you?

-No, thanks. I better get going.

-Take the morning off. I'll sort it.

-I'll be fine.

-Thanks for looking after me.

-No problem. Any time.

Better get home. How do I look?

Like a million dollars. All green and wrinkly.

-Morning.

-Morning.

-You sleep all right?

-Not really. You?

Not really.

I can't believe Dan spoke up for Joe Dearnon.

Of course the guy needs help, but come on, it's ridiculous.

Whose side is Dan on?

He's obviously been scarred by what went on in Somalia too.

It worries me.

He needs to let go of Joe and move on with his life.

Stay late last night?

-Not really. Weren't far behind you.

-No Rachel?

I called her earlier.

Told her to take the morning to go over her report for ACC Walters.

Better she does it at home.

-You done already?

-What?

-Your report?

-All over it, thanks.

-Good. I'll leave you both to it.

Oh. Boss, can I have a word?

-Sure.

-I just wanted to apologise for last night.

-It's OK.

-No, it's not.

I should be getting my head down to get through this investigation.

I shouldn't be getting drunk like it's somehow going to disappear.

It's fine, it's OK to let off steam.

-You're doing it again tonight.

-Am I?

You promised Stevie you'd be down for his folk night.

-Did I?

-Volunteered me as your plus one.

Think I should just have a quiet one.

Of course. Sure.

OK. We'll see you then. Bye-bye.

No Molly today?

She's already been in. Came in early. She's left a note

-if you want me to find it?

-Ah, no worries.

I think flexi-time might be the order of the day round here for a while.

Yeah, maybe.

Listen. Leyla. Tatiana. This business with Joe.

I was asked to testify to his mental state.

I simply told them how it played out in Somalia.

It was the psychiatric team made the call. Not me.

It's just that for us...

It feels like you're defending him. What he did.

I know. I know it does. But ask yourself.

Would you rather a man like him was locked up receiving treatment

for his illness or was left to fester in a prison cell somewhere?

Either way, he's going to be back on the street one day.

-I thought you'd be locked up.

-Didn't think you'd come.

You said the tea was splendid.

Listen, I'm glad I was able to speak for you.

Why?

Because I know you. What you've been through.

So do I.

And there I was in the middle of your surgery with a gun.

I need to make that right. I don't want to be that guy.

I appreciate you speaking up for me, but I don't need excused.

-That's not what I was doing.

-Then what?

I just wanted to make sure you to got the right kind of help.

That's you all over Dan. The right kind of help.

You need to realise that maybe there isn't a right way or a wrong

-way sometimes.

-Is that why you invited me here?

-To give me a lecture?

-No. To apologise.

HE SIGHS

I'm sorry.

Fancy a stroll?

I've been thinking about Mary a lot recently.

I know that from the day she died you've been vulnerable

and it was my fault that she died.

-This is all my fault.

-Is it?

Maybe we should head back, get them to lock you up instead then, eh?

You want to change the record, my friend. Mary died.

A man we will never know shot her. Probably doesn't even

know he's done it. But he's the one that's done it. Not you.

You know what made you such a great doctor out there?

-I'm not a great doctor.

-You are.

Bit of a spineless wimp of a man, but...

You could detach yourself.

Watch them bleed out on the table, then scrub down on to the next.

Thanks for that.

I'll add heartless to my list of many failings.

What's wrong with having some perspective?

-I'm not saying that.

-Then what are you saying?

I'm just saying it's hard!

Really hard.

To see what we saw.

To do what we did.

And I couldn't handle it.

I just don't want it to ruin your life like it did mine.

See, the longer you don't face up to things,

the bigger that crash is going to be.

Every day I wake up and I say good morning to Mary.

-She had a good heart.

-She did.

-She was an amazing nurse.

-The best.

Thanks for coming to see me.

-That's OK.

-But I'm done with you now.

-What?

-I need to get better, so I don't need you around.

Don't come and see me again.

-OK.

-OK?

That's probably the sanest thing you've said in a while.

Some trip though, eh?

I'll see you around.

No, you won't.

MOBILE RINGS

Hi, Tattie. It's me. I really need to speak to you.

Can you give me a call?

There you go.

-Is this your chaperone, aye?

-Aye, well, somebody needs to make sure

a bevy merchant like her gets up the road all right.

Oh, you cheeky besom!

Do you know them, aye?

Aye, I used to jam with them in some of the clubs down at the river.

Will you give us a wee tune later then?

Maybe not. I'm a wee bit rusty.

It's been a while since I picked up a guitar in anger.

Away and boil your heid, you'll be brilliant. ..Yes, pal!

< Right, I'll see you later on.

-He's done well, hasn't he?

-Aye. It's great.

Where's Tattie anyway? She said she might come down later on.

No, no. She's having a quiet night in.

-Is she?

-Well...

I don't know where she is. Um...

She's left me.

What?

I'm in the pub, these boys make a half decent noise.

Things could be a lot worse.

I'll do these, then I think I'll have a bath and an early night

-if that's OK?

-Sure.

Or you could put some lippy on and we could check out the folk

night at The Tall Ship.

-Oh, I don't know.

-Oh, come on, Tattie.

You'll have of plenty nights to stay in and feel sorry for yourself.

I'm sorry. You do whatever you want.

No, you're right. Why not?

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

All right, folks.

I'd just like to say thanks to all of you for coming, and a big thanks

to the Finlay Brothers. I mean, you are sounding proper banging, mate.

-Woo!

-I wouldn't clap on your own, doll,

somebody might throw you a fish. Thank you!

So the boys are going to have a wee break the now.

But I'd like to extend a warm welcome

to one of Sheildinch's very own.

Get up here and give us a tune, O'Hara.

-No, I...

-Come on, big man.

Go on, Bob.

SHOUTS OF ENCOURAGEMENT

Right, OK, it's been a while, so I'll be pretty rusty.

I reckon it's going to be on old man

with an accordion and a howling dog.

I don't care, as long as we get to let our hair down

and enjoy ourselves for a change. Come on.

CHEERING

Come on in, girls, and get a drink.

It's OK.

Right, erm... Here goes nothing.

# Ae fond kiss, and then we sever

# Ae fareweel, alas, for ever

# Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee

# Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee

# Who shall say that fortune grieves him

# While the star of hope she leaves him?

# Me, nae cheerful twinkle lights me

# Dark despair around benights me

# I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy

# For nothing could resist my Nancy

# For to see her was to love her

# Love but her, and love for ever

# Had we never loved sae kindly

# Had we never loved sae blindly

# Never met - nor never parted. #

Tattie.

It's OK, Dan. It's fine.

I was flattering myself that you had some phobia of commitment.

I should just wander around with a sign saying "stay away".

Make it easier for everyone.

Maybe we should all wear signs saying "I'm scared, too".

Can we take a walk?

# Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. #

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

I thought you were avoiding me.

I was.

OK.

How's Joe?

Not good. Not good at all.

But I'm done with him. Not avoiding it. Not running away.

Just done with it.

It was me that brought him here. Into our lives.

How you doing?

Been better.

I'm sure.

I've always felt so welcome here. In this community.

That's the thing that makes living here so special. Community.

And it's started already. I can feel their eyes from across the street.

There'll be something else soon enough to keep them occupied.

There's better gossip than you and me.

You and me?

I always run away. Always.

I used to think it was because I didn't think I could do it.

Wasn't good enough. My marriage.

Ollie. Africa. Everything.

But it was more that I wouldn't let myself believe in it.

And I'm tired of it.

I see what it makes me and I don't like it.

But if there's ever anything that I am not willing to risk losing

again... It's you, Tatiana.

There's never a right time, is there?

There's always hurt.

There's always heartache. I don't usually hang around for that bit.

Everything that has ever meant anything to me, I've let it go.

Let it slip through my fingers like sand. Not any more.

I don't want to be some kind of test for you, Dan.

-That wouldn't be fair on me.

-It wouldn't be fair on us.

If you need more time, then fine.

If you want to crawl under your duvet for the next six months,

then fine.

But I'm not going anywhere. I'll wait as long as it takes.

If you want to walk away... I'll understand.

But if you want to jump...

If you want to see where this leads us.

Then I'll hold your hand and I won't let go of it.

I promise.

Jump?

And you won't let go?

I won't let go.

-All ready to go, dear?

-Go where?

-Home, Malcolm!

I don't know why you're making me stay here!

Because this is our home, darling!

What am I looking at exactly?

Major regeneration for Shieldinch.

This is going to impact on every single person I represent.

Some people won't be happy.

-In the meantime, could you keep this to yourself?

-Not a problem.

This area here is where the major development will be.

I think you're being overly pessimistic.

And I think you're being naive, Councillor.

God forbid I should miss my shot on that wee tambourine.

-I didn't mean...

-Liz!

I shouldnae have upset her. Shouting at her.

-It's my fault.

-No. No.

-Aye, it's my fault.