19/04/2016 River City

I was wondering when you were going to sort this boy of yours out.

I mean, he is your son, after all.

You didn't come looking for the good murder,

you came looking for the weak murder.

And maybe that's going to have to be you.

I've sent the Amber Cabs books over to your lawyer.

Not before you carve it up for Alex and your grandson.

-That business is yours.

-So there's nothing to stop me

from telling my lawyer to sell it.

I'm sorry, but...she wasn't there.

Apparently, she...

she was let out this morning.

MUSIC: Back in Black By AC/DC

# Back in black

# I hit the sack

# I been too long

# I'm glad to be back

# Yes, I'm let loose from the noose

# That's kept me hanging about

# I keep looking at the sky

# Cos it's getting me high... # TYRES SCREECH

Idiot!

You OK?

I'm fine. Your friend drives like a lunatic.

I wouldn't call him a friend exactly.

Whatever you call him, and I can think of a few appropriate terms,

tell him he owes me a new pair of shoes.

I'm not sure our paths will cross again,

but if they do, I'll be sure to mention that.

Look at you, bringing sunshine everywhere you go.

-You two know each other?

-Hardly at all, but she is my sister.

Amber Murdoch, Dr Annie Jandhu.

Doctor? How impressive.

Yeah, I put my success down to hard work and clean living,

and the company I keep.

Pleased to make your acquaintance.

Likewise.

I wonder if she'd mind you looking at her like that?

Maybe not.

Weren't you due last week?

I had things to do.

But I'm here now.

Afternoon, Jimmy. How's business?

Fine. How are you? You're looking well.

It's amazing what five years at a health farm will do for you.

Should've pinned a medal on you for getting rid

-of that bampot McCabe.

-Didn't work out that way, unfortunately.

-You're home now, eh?

-There's no place like it.

We, eh...spruced this place up for you.

So grim. Like somewhere the KGB would interrogate spies or something.

You could always have it painted. Prison grey, make you feel at home.

The colour scheme is someone else's problem now.

So you are selling up?

-I've got a buyer coming tomorrow afternoon.

-Tomorrow? You're kidding?

Jimmy, my solicitor got in touch weeks ago.

-I didn't know it was definite.

-It is.

-Are they gonna keep it as a going concern?

-No idea.

-Seriously?

-That's the thing about a quick sale,

you tend to avoid irrelevant questions.

I'm away for my break.

Nice of you to describe a man's working life as irrelevant.

Och, Jimmy's a survivor.

I think I'll leave you enjoying your little empire

while you still have it.

I'm bored already. Where are you going?

-Lenny needs to sign some paperwork.

-Get you, all family business.

I'm helping out with the club for a while.

I might as well come with you.

I can't put off seeing Daddy dearest much longer.

It's been a week. I want Alex gone.

Well, stay out his road and let him get on with his job.

-Me, stay out of his road?

-Aye.

-Kelly-Marie, what are you having?

-I'm not staying.

That's a pity, you're company's really sparkling right now(!)

You listen to me, that club is tied into Callum's trust fund

-and I'm a trustee.

-And so am I.

What if I was to sue for total control?

What if I was to convince a court that you were unfit to be involved?

-Never happen.

-You sure about that?

Are you really threatening me?

Get rid of Alex, or I'll get rid of you.

Amber?

Hello, Kelly-Marie.

Sorry, I didn't know that you were...

-So how are you?

-All things considered?

-Pretty good.

-Good.

So, is it right I've got a nephew I've never met?

-You have. His name's Callum.

-That's a nice name.

Shall I leave you two chatting?

Where are you off to? Chrome? I want you nowhere near it.

-Am I in the middle of something here?

-Don't worry about it.

We're getting a divorce,

-yet he won't take the hint to stay out my life.

-Divorced?

Wait, Ewan and Alex? Both brothers?

-Look, I didn't know! Nobody did.

-I'm not judging.

I can't believe you didn't tell me.

I didn't think it was important.

You'll think it's important when I make your life hell.

You stay away from me, and you stay away from my club.

That's you telt.

-Same again, Lenny?

-Aye.

-A "please" would be nice.

Caitlin, that's enough.

Good manners cost nothing, that's what I always tell my kids.

Your kids?

Aye, what about it?

Cancel that drink.

Better late than never, eh?

Hello.

So he's an auld sweetheart, after all.

-Excuse me?

-Ignore that one.

I would, but she's blocking out the light.

-What?

-Oh, I think you heard me.

-Unless your ears are as clogged as your arteries.

-Right, you...

Caitlin, guys, I'm sure everyone just wants a quiet drink, eh?

I wouldn't mind seeing how this fight panned out, actually.

We're leaving.

Aye, cheerio.

-Come on, let's go home.

-Is that where we're going?

-Who was that anyway?

-I don't know, do I?

-That's Amber. Lenny's daughter.

-I thought she was in jail.

What?! I mean, what was she in for?

-I don't know if they actually called it murder.

-Oh, my God.

But she did shoot a man in the back.

-The new house is this way.

-New house?

Every princess needs a castle.

Oh, there she is.

Like nails down a blackboard. Hello, Scarlett.

Don't you "Hello, Scarlett" me, Missy.

Swanning into town, threatening folk's livelihoods.

-What are you havering about, woman?

-She's flogging the cab firm tomorrow

or didn't she have the decency to tell you either?

Maybe some of us don't discuss our business

at the top of their lungs in the street!

-Well, it's the only way we get a say.

-You have no say!

-Nobody does.

-She's right, Scarlett. There's no point shouting the odds.

You should listen to him.

Take it lying down, you mean? That's not my style, hen, sorry.

The business belongs to me.

There wouldn't be a business if it wasn't for my Jimmy.

He's been working at it all the time that you've been in the jail!

-I'll have a word with the new owner.

-Saying what?

That Jimmy's a good guy, but his wife is a pain in the backside.

C'mon! You'll make matters worse. C'mon!

# Spread a little happiness as you go by... #

This way.

-Well, what do you think?

-About what?

Casa del Murdoch.

I think it's a bit big for just one guy.

I said I'd see you. I didn't make any promises.

There's a room, if ever you want to stay, that's all I'm saying.

I've just left one prison, thanks.

Yeah, on licence. Which means you've got a criminal social worker.

And they like to know you've got a fixed abode.

When I sell the cab firm, I'll have an abode of my own.

That's not gonnae happen overnight.

Still, if you wanna spend your time

in a halfway house full of junkies...

That counts as Lenny's version of the soft sell.

I'll take it from here.

I don't even know if there's anything to eat.

I stocked up last week, but you know...

I had things to do.

Yeah, yeah, I understand.

I doubt that very much.

Do you want to see your room?

Has it got a My Little Pony duvet cover like when I was little?

I know, you're an adult now. You can make your own choices.

-I choose to get the hell away from here.

-I cannae stop you.

-No.

You can't.

Although if you decide to stay, you know,

you can be part of something bigger.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

I mean, you can walk away with some money in your hand right now,

but how far is that going to get you?

Why don't you stay here?

Build something permanent.

A legacy.

-Is Alex part of this legacy?

-Alex?

I bet he is. Fine red-blooded male. Ladies' man.

Didn't take long for you to welcome him into the family, did it?

-What about Rory?

-There's another kettle of fish!

Would he get a new house? Would he get one of these?

Amber, darlin', I haven't seen Rory for years.

And you never will. He's dead.

That's why I didn't make your little homecoming.

I went to Brighton to put flowers on his grave.

How?

He killed himself.

Who knew you could use icing sugar as glue?

I'm only kidding, woman. It's as good as new.

Get a room, you two.

You're hilarious.

Nice to see you keeping the magic alive.

You'd know, having two blissfully happy marriages yourself.

Don't take that to heart, boss.

She's still in shock after her near death experience.

I'd hardly call it that.

Thanks to the cat-like reflexes of this man.

Please, your survival is all the thanks I need.

I've got calls to make.

Why are you sucking up to that arrogant git?

-Come on, it's tongue-in-cheek.

-You sure that's where your tongue was?

What's wrong with keeping him sweet anyway?

He does own the place and he is...

the son of an actual, real-life gangster.

-I'm not sure that is entirely true.

-No?

-No.

And I'm pretty certain

they're not going to run their criminal empire through a cafe.

-You're right, you're right.

-I usually am.

-Oh, now who's the arrogant one?

-I need to get to work.

Here, before you go, have a wee treat, courtesy of me.

-You're living dangerously.

-Oh, no, no, I'm paying for this one.

I don't want to sleep with the fishes.

He wrote to me in prison.

Not often.

A few times a year.

The last one came just before Christmas.

-I knew he was in a bad way, but...

-When did it happen?

Just after you came to see me.

An overdose.

What a shame you didn't keep tabs on your son, too.

-Nah.

-What?

Him killing himself is no' down to me.

How do you know? Is there a room back there for him?

Hadn't seen the boy in years.

If he had any problems in his life, he can't lay them all at my door.

-What did the guy say?

-Guy?

His, you know... The guy.

His name was Mark and he was your son's boyfriend. His partner.

Can you even use those words?

Boyfriend. Partner. Wife, who cares? What did he say?

That Rory drank too much.

-That he used too many drugs. Too often.

-Right, well...

And that he was in more pain than anyone he'd ever known.

That didn't start after he left home, Dad.

I'm going out for a walk.

The walls are closing in already.

I'm gonna need some money.

You were always good for that at least.

-That's all the cash I've got on me the now.

-It'll have to do.

Here. Take this.

The pin number's 12-11. Your birthday.

How sweet.

I bet you didn't even know Rory's.

May.

-May 26th it was.

-DOOR CLOSES

Half past four in the morning.

Seven lbs...four ounces.

HE GROANS

Hiya! Two glasses of Prosecco, please.

-Oh! Coming up.

-Are we celebrating something?

Gym opening in ten days, kind of thing?

The world doesn't revolve around you, y'know.

It totally does, but seeing as you're paying, I'll let that slide.

My divorce got finalised.

Oh. OK.

Ach, I'm not that giddy about it,

but I just know, if I start on the gin, I'll be greetin', so...

Right, there you go.

-Amber? Is that you?

-Robbie.

Gie's a hug. Aaah!

-I'm seeing a lot of old faces today.

-Less of the "old"!

So, you still in the salon with Jack and that blonde bimbo?

You have been away a long time.

They moved away ages ago, and it's not even a salon any more.

-It's gonna be a gym, actually.

-In Shieldinch?

-Yes. In Shieldinch.

-Good luck with that.

Maybe things have changed since you've been, wherever you've been.

I'm forgetting my manners.

Amber meet Angel, Angel Delaney, Amber Murdoch.

-Charmed.

-Likewise.

Dry white, large.

So, is this gym thing your...enterprise?

It is.

We'll be doing some special introductory membership rates

when we open, if you feel like getting into shape.

Thanks for the offer, but I'm not staying.

There I was thinking I had a new BFF.

It's probably for the best.

Youse two would fall out over a guy and she'd kill you,

it'd be a right stramash.

HE GROANS

LABOURED BREATHS

ANGUISHED GROAN

You take a seat, Liz, and I'll get us a wee sandwich each.

I hope you're not going to molly-coddle me all day, dear.

Oh, listen, I'm just keeping your strength up.

-We cannae be too careful at your age!

-Hello, ladies.

Amber! Yes, we heard that you might...

-Scarlett said you were out.

-No Malcolm?

Not like him to miss the chance of a crafty dram.

Oh, I thought your father would...

Malcolm passed away a few weeks ago.

Oh, Liz, I'm so sorry.

God, he was one of those people I thought who would go on forever.

There is no such thing, alas.

C'mon, what happened to the no more greetin' rule?

Look, let me get lunch.

No, no, dear, I couldn't possibly...

Malcolm was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth,

-let the lassie buy us lunch, go on.

-Thank you.

Do you carry that handbag everywhere?

There's things that need Lenny's signature,

-but he got distracted for some reason.

-He's all yours now.

You having a drink while you're here?

A sparkling water, thank you, sis.

Whatever feast the ladies usually have,

and...did you know Malcolm Hamilton?

Yeah. Aye. I knew him really well.

Good for you. I'll take whatever his malt of choice was.

Coming up.

Afternoon.

Should we introduce you to everyone, get it over with?

Robbie and I go way back, and I met Tiffany earlier.

Angel, actually.

Yeah, something with the whiff of a lap dancing club.

Must be nice standing next to a bar instead of looking through them.

Ladies, can we play nice?

Sure. Fine by me.

After all, your big brother is a major investor in my gym.

Seriously? How did you convince him to do that, I wonder?

You should ask Kelly-Marie,

she was scratching the face off that one last week.

This should cover everything.

You going?

This place is losing its charm, rapidly.

What a heartbreaker you are.

Cross I have to bear.

Watch you don't end up nailed to it.

Lenny? Can I get these signed?

HE GROANS

God, it had to be you.

I can go, if you'd rather?

C'mon.

Get me up.

I'm not sure I should be moving you.

Get me up.

Now.

Right. Let's go.

-Can you stand?

-No...

Right, on the count of three.

One...two...

-three.

-HE GROANS

BOTH EXHALE SHARPLY

-I'll get an ambulance.

-No.

There's pills in the kitchen.

That won't be enough. You need to see a doctor.

-Eh, I hope you're gonna pay for them, by the way.

-I've nae change.

-Ah, well. You can owe me.

-What's all the fuss about 99p?

No more freebies for the taxi office,

no' till we know if you've got a job this time tomorrow.

-Well, we'll get by.

-I'm sick of getting by, Jimmy.

I thought we were finally keeping our heads above water.

-But no, the Mullens are struggling again.

-Let's just wait and see.

-Can you not talk to Lenny?

-It's Amber's business!

So? Since when did Lenny Murdoch

lose his powers of persuasion all of a sudden?

Scarlett, the lassie's got him

-wrapped round her wee finger, as always.

-That family!

They make our lives a misery one way or the other!

Is there anything you want to take to hospital with you?

-I'm not going.

-Sorry?

-I'm not going to hospital.

-Fine, except you are.

Do you need me to hang around, or...?

Well, unless you've got something more important to do.

No. I'm feeling better already.

Better than when you were on the floor unconscious?

Yeah, I can see a slight improvement since then(!)

-Aye, all right, smart arse.

-Doctor Smart Arse, to you.

Lenny, we need to find out if this is a blip or a major deterioration.

Can you think of anything that might have brought this on?

No.

Let's get the consultant to take a look.

Back lane.

Tell the ambulance... to come to the back lane.

-Why?

-He doesn't want people seeing him get carried out.

-Thanks, AJ.

-Enjoy.

This is a bit decadent, afternoon drinking, and late lunch.

-I told you, we're celebrating.

-What's the occasion?

-My divorce.

-Oh. OK.

-That's what I said.

-Oh, salad dressing.

So, do you have any regrets?

I mean, do you miss him at all?

I miss the good times,

but then, I remind myself that, there weren't that many of them.

-No?

-Towards the end, it was just dead.

-We weren't even sleeping together.

-Wow.

-That does happen, you know.

-Not to me.

Only because your relationships

don't last long enough for the passion to die.

AJ CLEARS THROAT

Sorry, AJ, are we being a bit indiscreet?

No, no. It's just everyone's talking about sex in here today.

See, you're married to that hot doctor.

-I bet that fire's still burning.

-Raging. Definitely.

Well, I was married to a hot cop, and it burnt.

Much as I'm enjoying this conversation, and I am, totally...

-I think I'll get back to work.

-Probably for the best.

SHE GIGGLES

Wait a second.

It's OK, we're.. I'm his son.

What is it? Do you want me to come with you?

HE COUGHS

-STRUGGLING FOR BREATH:

-Find Amber, don't let her leave.

Leave it with me.

HE COUGHS

You do realise I'm old enough to shop on my own?

Are you kidding me on? They'll see you coming a mile off.

-Please don't tell me you'll haggle.

-Everybody does it these days.

-They really don't.

-They should do. Folk are desperate to sell.

-Oh, hello again.

-Hi.

-You been shopping?

-You don't miss a trick, do you?

-That's where we're off now.

-I hope you pick up some bargains.

How come you didn't introduce us?

Did you watch not see season two of Women who Kill?

Yeah. I bet she didn't need to haggle.

Are you on tonight? I need a taxi for the club later.

Aye, aye, might as well make a few quid while I can.

-What d'you mean?

-Have you seen Amber?

Why? You got a wee family outing planned?

-Have you seen her or not?

-No, no. Is everything OK?

-Something's not right.

-Who cares?

-I do.

I want to keep that mob sweet until I find out about my job.

Jimmy, don't you know by now? There's no keeping them sweet.

Oh, hey, honey, come to walk me home?

-Yeah, yeah.

-Excellent.

If you pair have finished canoodling,

there's a paying customer waiting to be served.

Someone will be with you in a minute, Molly.

You know I don't go in for public displays of affection.

Well, you don't go much for private ones lately, either, do you?

-Sorry.

-Can we just go home? It's been a long day.

Molly, can I leave you in Serge's capable hands?

I'll probably get more sense out of him.

You OK?

I've just never seen him like this.

You knew about the MS, though?

Oh, yeah. He was having an attack the day I...

That's why I grabbed the gun.

Now it all makes sense.

Nothing like this, though.

The doctor thought it might've been brought on by stress, or shock.

So he was upset after all.

Upset?

Today.

I told him Rory was dead.

I didn't break the news particularly gently.

Rory, his son?

You're my only surviving brother, Alex.

Have you seen this? Under "next of kin"?

Kelly-Marie was with him another time.

How does that make her family?

It'd make more sense if it was you.

I'm touched.

Have you've got a pen?

Shops shut early, did they?

I should go.

So I can be the dutiful daughter to my dear old dad?

That's the plan, isn't it?

Yeah, this is all just to inconvenience you.

All the planets have aligned just to spoil wee Amber's fun.

..until what's-her-face showed up.

-It was weird seeing Amber today.

-That's one word for it.

Just made me think how much had happened since,

well, she'd been gone.

Banged up, you mean?

My point is, people move on. Jack, Gordon, Hayley. Even Will.

And I'm still hanging about like a bad smell.

Look, you just need to regroup, get your life back on track.

-What life?

-Robbie, don't get all freaked out,

cos some jailbird's back on the scene.

That's just it, though, she was locked up for five years.

What's my excuse? What have I achieved?

I might need another bottle of wine if you're gonna be soul searching.

Don't worry about it, I'm not gonna bang on about it all night.

Look, you can talk about it if you think it'll help, really.

I don't mind.

Nah. Nah, what I've got to do is think. Look at you.

You had a dream, you're making it happen.

-I'm going to do the same.

-What is your dream, though?

Now you're asking.

That's visiting done.

Flies by, doesn't it?

-Same time tomorrow.

-I'll have to check my diary.

-Don't put yourself to any bother.

-I won't.

When are you seeing the consultant?

-First thing.

-Do you think he'll discharge you?

All the steroids they're pumping into me,

I should be able to win the Tour De France by this time tomorrow.

Well enough to wave you goodbye, anyway.

Excellent.

-Do you need a lift home?

-Two conditions -

one, you stop calling it that,

and two, we go for a drink first.

I know just the place.

Don't die.

That'll be the day.

You don't think of people like Lenny getting sick, do you?

Everyone gets sick, AJ.

I suppose.

Al Capone died of a stroke, didn't he?

I don't think he's Al Capone.

Guess not.

Do you mind if we don't?

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

We never listen to music any more. C'mon, it's the Reverend Al.

Remember? We used to dance, didn't we?

In our flat, in that poky wee kitchen?

Yes.

You're not seriously expecting me to dance right now, are you?

Not if you don't want to.

I'm tired, AJ.

OK, well, we'll sit and listen - relax.

A wee glass of wine maybe?

Yeah.

Great.

LOUD MUSIC

Two Long Island Iced Teas,

and two shots while you're making them up.

My car's outside, remember.

So you buy the drinks, leave the taxi to me.

What do you think?

Flashy. Trashy. Cheap.

I'm a little disappointed in you.

Not my taste either.

Good! I was about to demand a DNA test.

Kelly-Marie gets all the credit.

Is it a medical condition?

Like the style equivalent of dyslexia?

Do I need to get you escorted off the premises?

Do you think anyone here will listen to you,

-no matter how shrill you get?

-It's still my name on the payslips.

-Can I ask one favour?

-What?

Can we keep the peace until my dad gets out of hospital?

Hospital?

-Sorry, I'd no idea...

-I know how my dad can be,

and I don't blame you for standing up to him.

But just for now, while he's ill,

can you give him some breathing space?

Yeah, I can. I'll hold off for a bit.

-That's gonna mean letting me get on with things round here.

-As if.

-There's stuff Lenny wants me to sort.

-Still?

-Still.

As far as I can see, there's nothing dodgy going on.

My dad expressly said he wanted to keep everything legit.

Right, I'll leave yous to it.

I really, really appreciate that.

I wouldn't kick a man when he's down.

I might make an exception in your case, though.

Lucky I'm never down then, eh, Kel?

See when you finally walk out of here,

I'm going to get every square foot fumigated.

Night, Amber.

Nice playing of the sick dad card there.

God, anything to get rid of her.

You smell nice!

Is that new bath stuff?

-The same.

-I like it.

AJ...

can we not?

Fine.

You know, I'm really trying not to come across

like a husband in a naff '70s sitcom. But...

But?

But we haven't slept together in a really long time.

I'm sorry.

Don't apologise.

It's just, you know, since the affair,

since my affair,

it's been difficult.

But, you know, we worked through it.

At least I thought we had.

I mean, is that what's hanging over us?

No.

-Oh.

-What?

Well, if it's not that then I really am worried.

-AJ...

-I don't want to be one of those old married couples

that never have sex. All right? I just don't.

That is not gonna happen.

-It's kinda happening now, isn't it?

-Do we have to talk about this now?

If I was your patient, that's exactly what you'd say to me -

keep the lines of communication open.

Yeah, but you're not my patient, you're my husband.

Aye, well, I feel more like your flatmate.

Look, AJ, I'm really tired, OK?

I just want to go to bed.

-OK, fine.

-And we WILL talk about this.

All right? Soon, I promise.

Great.

Night.

LOUD MUSIC

I missed dancing!

What's wrong with the couch?

I missed.

THEY LAUGH

I can see why you like that club.

Every girl there was checking you out.

Mm-hm!

You had a few admirers yourself.

So what about your friend in the car?

Nice eyes.

Not much behind them.

You can learn a lot about a guy between Brighton and Glasgow.

He drove you from Brighton?

I'm worth it.

Is that where Rory lived?

Uh-huh.

What was he like?

You after family history?

He was a Murdoch.

You're lucky you missed out on that.

Being a McAllister wasn't exactly idyllic.

Yeah, well, you never had Lenny for a dad.

No. Martina as a mother -

think Lenny with lipstick.

Nice image(!)

We should form a survivors' group.

What, meet in church basements and swap sob stories?

-I hate churches.

-Aye, me too.

We'd probably get on if we weren't sort of related.

We still can.

Get on, I mean.

I'm not after a replacement brother.

Yeah, I know.

Have you got any proper brothers and sisters?

One. A brother.

Do you see him?

No. He's in the jail.

Sorry!

Of course he's in prison.

I don't even want to know what for.

Good.

Oh, what the hell...

We're too screwed up for regular people.

Who wants to be "regular people" anyway, eh?

HE MOUTHS

THEY GIGGLE

MOBILE RINGS

-Hey!

-Where's the phone?

It'll be the old man.

Yup.

Hello?

OK.

OK.

But the consultant's happy for...?

If you think it's a good idea.

I'm a patient, not a prisoner.

He's discharging himself.

Now, where did I put that banner(?)

Yeah, these should help.

Good stuff, definitely.

-And you'll be assigned a care worker.

-What?

If you don't want to go through the NHS,

you can always go private, or you could always ask...

Or, yeah, go private.

What needs doing?

Well, in the short term, ensuring the course of steroids are taken,

assistance with exercises, minor physio,

just generally getting help around the flat.

And long term? It's about increasing self-reliance.

What improvements can be made around the home -

the handrails, panic buttons, something to help with the stairs.

Shame. All that hard work getting this place just so, eh, dad?

It needn't be too disruptive.

Is he gonna need one of those walk-in baths?

No. Not necessarily.

I don't need any of it.

Mr Murdoch...

Lenny, I am going to request a care worker for you.

Now, it will take a while to organise,

and, in the meantime, if you make a full recovery,

or come up with alternative arrangements,

I can cancel.

Can you get someone here tomorrow? Because I'm leaving tonight.

Listen, thanks.

Just doing my job.

He trusts you. And he doesn't trust anyone.

For a man like Lenny...

I'm not sure I should be talking to you about this.

Oh?

I try not to listen to gossip, but, well, you are a family member?

I am. For my sins.

For a guy like Lenny, it's going to be doubly difficult.

He's not used to accepting help, never mind asking for it.

I'm not sure how much I'll be around.

He was lucky you were there yesterday.

Yeah.

Something wrong?

I just twisted something lifting him off the floor.

-Have you got it checked out?

-I'm fine.

Why not let the nearest medical professional decide that, eh?

Come on.

Thanks.

You don't need to stand there.

Well, can you even reach the table?

-OLD LADY VOICE:

-You know, I think I'm going to need

one of they wee tables with a cushion in it.

Maybe a wee tartan shawl for my knees.

Do you want the TV on?

What, during the day?!

-Radio?

-Nah.

You're just gonna sit there?

Well, I've got a couple of hours before my line dancing classes.

Spare the gallows humour bit,

it doesn't sit right with the emotional blackmail.

I'm not that desperate, darlin'.

You look pretty desperate to me.

I want you to tell me when it hurts.

-There's no point in pretending that it doesn't.

-OK,

now... Now.

Next time, put him in the recovery position...

..and just get some help.

Is it likely to happen again?

I'd say probably.

Are you gonna be around?

I mean, are you part of his life or...?

I'm not sure.

But when I saw him lying on the floor

and I thought he was dead...

When I realised he wasn't, I was glad.

That must mean something.

Yeah, maybe.

-Is that sore?

-Mm-hm.

-More or the same?

A bit more.

So...

Here?

It's more like here.

Ah, right, OK. Yeah, that makes sense.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

There's a definite... tightness back there.

Definite.

Well, you can get dressed.

I can give you some gel for the pain.

Thanks, Annie.

Or should I call you Doctor in here?

Annie's fine.

Good.

Thanks.

What are you...?

-Are we...?

-Don't talk.

That's Lenny back home.

Bully for Lenny.

Are you gonna take Cal round to see him?

Give it a rest will you, Jimmy?

What?

I'm not going to go over there

on the off chance it convinces Amber not to sell the taxi company.

-Nobody asked you to.

-That's what it sounded like.

I'll tell you what,

you hate Alex that much, it's messing with your head.

I'm no wanting you to go round there to help me,

but the man's his grandad and he's sick.

It's the decent thing to do.

I'm sorry. You're right.

OK, then.

No, I mean it.

We'll go round in a bit.

Right.

Oh...!

You should've asked me.

What for? Every last bloody thing?

Yeah, you're helpless.

-Gonna stop saying that?

-Not until you understand.

Oh, I understand all right.

It's me it's happening to.

And it's me who's stuck here looking at you.

Yeah? Well, why don't you go, then, eh? Just sell up and go.

I won't lose a minute's sleep over it either.

I mean, the normal family rules don't apply to us, do they?

Just look at you and Rory.

You don't know anything.

I know you.

Too much of a tough guy to have a queer for a son.

But OK to have a spoiled bitch as a daughter, eh?

Well, look at you.

Every penny you've had in your life came from me.

Even the clothes on your back the now, paid for with my money.

So why don't you just go, Amber, eh?

Sell the taxi firm,

the firm I kept going for five years.

Go on, sling your hook. See how far you get.

-KNOCK ON DOOR

-Hello? Can we come in?

-Aye, in here.

Hey, pal! How are you?

Oh, look, say hello to your Auntie Amber,

-while you've still got the chance.

-Hi.

-Hello.

Are you OK, Grandad?

Well, I'm a lot better for seeing you, pal.

You here for a while?

A wee bit, aye.

Then you can keep an eye on the invalid.

I've got an appointment.

Wow.

Yeah.

I don't think I'll look at that freezer the same way again.

Do you have to make a joke out of everything?

Oh, sorry, but you took me by surprise.

That's the thing about spontaneity -

-it catches you unawares.

-Can we not over analyse it, please?

-Sorry.

-And stop apologising.

-KNOCK ON DOOR

-There in a minute.

I'll get it. I need to go anyway.

-Annie, wait.

-What?

This.

I'll see you later.

Uh-huh.

So, what do you think?

I don't know what to say.

Round-the-world ticket. It'll really broaden my horizons.

I mean, you went to South America.

Aye, but that didn't really work out, did it?

Here I am, back.

I just need a change - a clean break.

Do you know what? I bet it'll be brilliant.

-Seriously?

-Aye, I'm gonnae miss you.

-I'll miss you.

-But you're doing something positive,

looking to the future.

I just can't let go of the past.

Everybody's got history, everybody has got baggage.

I just feel chained to mine - Lenny, Alex, Chrome.

I should just move on.

So, what's stopping you?

I won't let them win.

Where's her royal highness?

She's got a business to sell.

So she just drops a bombshell and walks away from the damage?

You. This. It's all down to shock, because of Rory.

Why are you even here?

Me? I...

That's what I thought.

Do you know what it is?

And you can relate to this.

-Self-interest. Self-preservation.

-That right?

-Mm-hm.

Cos if I don't get my head round being your son,

I might lose it completely. Proper downward spiral stuff, y'know?

-You love yourself too much for that.

-And Rory didn't?

Rory hated what he was almost as much as he hated me.

I wonder what he'd say if he could see you now.

Listen, son, don't mistake sick for weak.

Remind me of that next time you need lifted up off the floor.

There won't be a next time.

Do steroids come with guarantees?

Working for me so far.

Well, what are you gonna take to get over Amber?

I'll be glad to see the back of her.

-Will you, aye(?)

-Don't try and be funny, son,

you've inherited your maw's comic timing.

I wonder what I got from you.

Well, it seems you're popular with the ladies.

If you're so glad to see the back of Amber,

why do you keep looking at the door,

-waiting on her coming home?

-This isn't her home.

She's made that perfectly clear.

It could be.

Nah.

Don't be a martyr. You'll regret it and so will she.

Aye, cos it's every wee lassie's dream, isn't it?

Grow up and look after your sick da.

She's no a wee lassie any more.

She is to me.

So you're driving her away to show her how much you love her?

No wonder she's so screwed up, eh?

So you're doing this?

100%.

Then what?

-New start. New life.

-Doing?

-I haven't decided.

You'll have to decide quickly

-or you'll burn through your cash.

-I can live frugally.

And Lenny?

He's not my problem.

Whose, then?

Mine?

Or is back to Kelly-Marie being next of kin?

Look, he told me to go.

Why do you think that was?

Gee, I don't know, he's evil?

He's proud.

Last thing he wants is to be a burden.

-To you, especially.

-Yeah, well...

Amber, the day I met you,

you told me what it meant to be a Murdoch.

Why are you running away from that now?

I'd suffocate round here.

You are only you round here.

I'm starting to get that now.

Why isn't Lenny on a beach somewhere, soaking up the sun?

Because he likes to walk down the street

and have people know who he is -

what he is.

-And you're the same.

-Oh, am I?

All you've done since you've arrived is get in people's faces,

and you've loved every minute.

-I've quite enjoyed it myself, if I'm honest.

-Yeah?

Never a dull moment.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Come in.

A guy here to see you.

-Tell him the deal's off.

-Seriously?

-Seriously.

Well, go on, then.

You run this place, apparently.

Get rid of him and get back to work.

Right, got you.

Shall we go tell Daddy the good news?

I didn't sell.

Your choice.

Yeah, my choice.

-So you'll be sticking around for a bit, then?

-I am.

I'm not interested in running the cab firm day to day, though.

That's a shame. I can just see you now,

"Anyone handy for a fair fae Drumchapel?"

We've got other interests.

Alex, he's an established businessman,

-he's got plenty contacts.

-I'm very happy for him.

I want the club.

-It's yours.

-You do realise Kelly-Marie will have something to say about that?

-Oh, please.

I mean, Cal's a sweet kid,

but do we really need to make bad business decisions

just because Ewan forgot to use protection with the local slapper?

I'll deal with it.

She won't go quietly.

So long as she goes.

God, Alex, you got lucky.

Imagine if she'd had a brat of yours as well.

Shut your mouth.

-What the hell are you doing?

-Shut your mouth!

Alex.

She doesn't know.

There was a baby.

He didn't make it.

-Sorry, I didn't mean to...

-I'm fine.

Looks like we've got something in common, then.

We both know what it feels like to lose a child.

You sure you're allowed this?

You gonna tell me I'm not?

Good health.

Is that meant to be funny?

Look, I'm gonna stay here for a while.

Until you're back on your feet, at least.

No need.

It's him or a care worker. You don't want that, do you?

That's settled.

I'm nearly on the mend anyway.

Just might need a hand getting up now and then.

What about the bathroom?

I'm fine with that, darlin'.

When I cannae, well, it's time for the gun to the head.

I'll be there to hold your hand steady.

Yeah? Well, I just might hold you to that.

God, in this family, that counts as a touching father-son moment.

I'm totally tearing up.

Just imagine all the good, clean, wholesome fun that lies ahead of us.

That doesn't sound much like you to be honest. Or me.

-I'd like to...

-Wait on a second, Alex.

I know you're my big brother,

but you're kind of the new kid on the block.

I'm gonna do the honours.

Oh, please, fire away.

I want to do a proper toast.

To Rory.

To Ewan.

To all of us, really.

The Murdochs.

Your father specifically asked that Brian come to the reading.

Brian wrote to my dad?

Your father never lost contact with him.

Why do you insist on lying to me?

Have you any idea what it's like

to be such a disappointment and to be hated?

The 'For Sale' sign's going up today.

I can't believe you're making us homeless on her 18th.

It's no this house, they've got it all wrong!

He didn't have any driving licence or anything on him,

so they need somebody to identify him.