28/06/2016 River City

-I don't want you at all.

-No?

We're having an affair, Alex.

-Just what are you hiding?

-Hiding?

Well, obviously you're hiding something,

all these stories that you're spinning us.

Kel, stay out of my business all right?

I have just saved you from being bitten by a snake.

I don't want you to do something you're not ready to.

-Are you sure?

-Something on your mind, Patrick?

Just the time I spent in care. It never leaves you.

I wish I could just erase everything up here.

I cannot believe he won an Oscar for that.

Are you serious? That was amazing.

It was relentlessly grim.

Just scenes of endless torture and torment.

Says the woman who runs a spin class.

Just cos you can't handle it.

Speaking of spin class, I have got an early start tomorrow.

Should probably be getting to bed. But...

..I don't really don't feel like sleeping just yet.

Do you think that's something you could maybe help me with?

I've got an early start in the morning n'all,

so I should really get going.

No, you're not going anywhere.

TV PLAYS

PHONE BEEPS

Right. 13 down.

Bonfire dog confused by sun on its back.

What's a bonfire dog when it's at home?

I think that could be an anagram.

I think you're right.

Bird of...

Brief god on... No.

-Are you pair listening to yourselves?

-Shush!

-I'll shush you.

-Bird...

-Brain.

Ford... For... Foreboding! Got it.

Sounds ominous.

PHONE BEEPS

Well done, clever clogs.

How in the name of the wee man did you get foreboding from that clue?

What was that again?

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

I'm so sorry I'm so late. I don't know where the night went.

Have you been at work this whole time?

It's my own fault for neglecting the paperwork for so long.

I could do with this bloody audit like a hole in the head.

Well, hopefully once it's over you won't need to have all these

-late nights.

-God, I hope so.

Oh, thanks. Cheers.

So, you're not going be late tomorrow night, are you?

Well, there's talk of a meeting at the council.

The new councillor for the ward wants to meet GPs in his area.

Do you have to go to that?

I hope not, but if it does happen,

we can arrange for something later in the week.

Right, so you haven't forgotten, then?

Have we met? When have I ever forgotten an anniversary?

-That's your department.

-Ah, not this time.

I got your receptionist to block out a couple of hours for you

in the morning, to lie in after all your late nights.

That's sweet.

And I want us to do something special tomorrow night.

The last couple of anniversaries have been overshadowed by my...

transgression.

But we're in a better place now. I want us to enjoy it.

I want to make it up to you.

That's not necessary. You've done your time.

OK, now, who are you and what have you done with my wife?

I'm just saying you've worked hard to put things right.

And it hasn't gone unnoticed. The self-flagellation can cease.

Were you having a shower?

I just thought it would help me sleep.

-What's wrong?

-Nothing. I just wanted to be clean, that's all.

-I make you feel dirty?

-It's not about you.

How is it not about me? God, it's mortifying.

It's like you're trying to clean me off your skin or something.

That's not what's happening here. Can we drop this, please?

I want to go to sleep.

Are you sure you don't want to steam clean the sheets first?

Don't make fun of me.

Then don't act like this isn't a big deal.

Did you do this last time?

I wanted to be clean. A lot of guys shower after...

Well, you would know.

HE SIGHS

Is that what this is about?

Part of you is disgusted by being with a woman?

Maybe that's why it feels like you're not really into it

when we're in bed?

And now you're leaving. Perfect. Why doesn't that surprise me?

-We need to talk about this, Patrick.

-No, we don't.

DOOR SLAMS

# Happy birthday to you... #

Oh!

# Happy birthday to you

# Happy birthday dear Patrick

# Happy birthday to you. #

Happy birthday, darling.

Happy birthday, mate. Wee thing to drown your sorrows.

How does it feel? The big Three-Oh, eh?

-Feels old.

-Oh, away you go. You're still a wean.

You didn't need to go to all this bother.

Don't be daft, it's your 30th.

Sit down, have some cake before you go to your work.

-Nah, I need to go.

-Surely you'll have some cake.

-The weans have been dead excited.

-I need to go and see Angel.

-Oh, you've got time for Angel but not for us?

-It's not like that.

-But we've gone to all this trouble.

-I didn't ask for it, did I?

All right, easy.

I need to go.

What's got into him?

Wow, this looks amazing.

Only the best for you. Talking of which...

Oh...

-That's beautiful. Thank you.

-So are you.

-Um, your present's over there on the couch.

-Oh.

Ah...

-Is this what I think it is?

-You haven't even opened it yet.

I don't have to. I have a go on one of these every time I go into town.

-I've been coveting this for months.

-I know.

-Thank you.

But you hate games consoles.

You said they were a death knell for romance.

I thought it was about time I caved in.

Right, seriously, what have you done with my wife?

Just don't come crying to me when you drop dead of a thrombosis

after playing that thing for three days straight.

PHONE BEEPS

-Right, shall we eat?

-Yeah. Dig in.

-Oh, so you're not dead, then?

-What?

I sent you a message last night. But you didn't send one back.

-I thought you sent it by mistake.

-Well, I didn't.

-Why are you here?

-Because school's finished.

-So?

And I've got a problem I need your help with.

What's the problem?

Well, there's this guy I like, but I'm not sure if he likes me,

so I need your help to find out.

-Right. Who is it?

-Are you serious?

You're adorable. Do you like coffee?

HE GASPS

-You all right?

-Who? Me? Oh, yes. Just a little breathless.

-Do you want to sit down?

-No, no.

-My inhaler should do the trick in a moment.

-You sure you're OK?

Well, I'm not sure about that, but I'm not about to drop dead on you.

-Glad to hear it.

-Actually, I've been meaning to ask you a favour.

The doctor recommended that I try to do some keep fit

to improve my cardiovascular health.

But ever since the heart attack, I feel a bit apprehensive.

I don't want to overdo it and I was wondering if you might

-be able to advise me?

-Aye, sure. No problem.

I worked with a couple of guys your age when I was in the jail,

doing my training. And then one of them had a heart thing,

-so I'm sure I can help you.

-You've trained prisoners?

No, well, yeah, it was when I was doing my studying.

I was inside.

Ah, so it was one of those prisoner rehabilitation programmes, was it?

Aye. It doesn't bother you, that I was in jail?

Who am I to judge the mistakes you've made in the past?

We've all done things we regret.

Well, I appreciate it. Not a lot of people see it that way.

You're a good man, Patrick. That's all I need to know.

Oh, you'll have to excuse me.

-Ah, there you are.

-I'll take the post if you like, Molly.

-No, I can manage.

-Listen, I think I've got three across.

It's been preying on my mind since I got up this morning.

I'm not entirely 100% confident, but it's looking pretty good...

Alasdair, are you listening?

Molly, I can explain.

I think you'd better.

Oh, my goodness.

-Peace offering.

-I didn't think you were going to show.

Well, I wouldn't have left you short-handed.

Well, as long as your professional commitments are taken care of.

Come on, babe. I'm trying to apologise here.

Oh, you want to explain yourself? Why change the habit of a lifetime?

I shouldn't have walked out the way I did. I'm sorry.

I was up all night worrying about you...worrying about us.

You don't need to. We're fine.

We're not fine. If we were, last night wouldn't have happened.

Is it me? Is there something wrong with me?

What? No.

It's like an...OCD thing.

But why hide it from me? Do you not trust me?

I do trust you. It's just...

DOOR OPENS

Hi.

I didn't want you thinking your boyfriend's a headcase.

Honestly, it's not worth worrying about.

And it's got nothing to do with how I feel about you.

I want you to be able to talk to me about these things.

We're a couple. I want to help.

And...

if we don't trust each other, we don't have a future.

I want this to work.

So do I.

I'm sorry I said what I said. It was below the belt.

It was just shock, that's all.

So, I'm forgiven?

Just no more secrets, OK?

No more secrets.

And maybe next time I can just come into the shower with you?

She's been doing this sort of thing for years.

No matter where I go or what I do, she tracks me down.

And then she sends these libellous letters, makes these

anonymous crank phone calls, to my friends, employers, landlords.

It never stops.

It's not a crank phone call if it's true.

It's not true. I wasn't involved.

So why does she keep persecuting you, then?

Because there's no smoke without fire.

Molly, please. Let him speak.

I worked at a boarding school in the '80s. Boys were...

..interfered with.

One of them came forward and there was an investigation.

The abuse was systemic.

Six of my colleagues were charged, but I was exonerated.

So you were investigated and cleared?

We were all arrested, all the teachers.

I was questioned but there was no case to answer.

Well, this woman clearly thinks the polis got it wrong.

Her son was one of the survivors.

He was 12 or 13 at the time, I think.

She's angry, understandably. She wants justice for her son.

But she got it.

Those responsible were imprisoned.

She's been hounding me for 30 years.

She chased me out of my home, she cost me several jobs,

numerous friends.

HE SNIFFLES

Look, it's OK, just calm down.

This can't be doing your health any good.

Is it any wonder I have a heart condition?

Why don't you take a wee wander? Clear your head.

You can't work in this state.

No, no. I can't abandon my post.

No, it's fine. It's best that you leave US to it.

Of course. Yes... You need time to process all this.

Shouldn't one of us go with him?

No, no, leave him. We need to get hold of the facts.

He said this woman liked to send

nuisance phone calls to his workplace.

If that's the case, we can expect a call.

PHONE RINGS

-Hello.

-Looking good, Dr Jandhu.

Good morning.

Happy anniversary.

-Stop it.

-I hope he got you something nice.

-He did, actually.

-What?

That's none of your business.

Well, as long as it was something as beautiful

and sophisticated as you.

SHE CHUCKLES

Smooth. When did you think up that line?

On my way here this morning. So, am I seeing you tonight?

I can't. He's cooking me dinner.

Tell him you're working late.

I can't. It's bad enough we're cuckolding the man.

The least I can do is show him the courtesy of marking the anniversary.

You'd have more fun with me.

I know that.

What about this afternoon? You got any time?

You can't do without me for one day?

What can I say, I've got it bad.

Well, I might have a window after lunch.

I could make a house call.

-I'll see you then.

-I'll call you when I'm on my way.

DOOR OPENS

-Hi.

-Hi.

-So, what are your plans?

-For what?

-For tonight.

-Tonight?

-Look, if the pair of you want to do your own

thing, that's fine by me, but surely we can have him for an hour?

I honestly have no idea what you're talking about.

Don't come it with me, hen.

-You must be throwing him a wee party at least.

-For what?

-For his birthday.

-Whose birthday? Patrick's?

-No, Jimmy's(!)

-When?

-Today.

All right, maybe you've not made any plans.

Don't worry about it. Listen, I'll sort something round at mine

for tonight. And I'll let you know, all right?

Why did you think I sent you that message by mistake?

We've never really spoke before. Thought it must be a mistake.

It never crossed your mind that I meant to send it to you?

DOOR OPENS

We don't need your money. I'll find a way to pay it.

I said I wanted to help out a bit more, and I meant it.

Let me do this.

You not going to introduce us?

Eh, aye. This is Jules.

Jules, this is my...

-This is my...

-Mum.

Nice to meet you, Mrs McLean.

You and all, hen. And it's Miss, not Mrs.

And call me Caitlin.

And you must be Drew's dad?

No. This is... My... Gary.

-Hi, Gary.

-Hi.

You never told me you had a girlfriend.

Never tells me anything.

He still hasn't figured out that this is our first date.

Boys are terrible like that. Especially this one.

Why don't you take Jules over to the Oyster and buy her some lunch.

-Cheers.

-It was a pleasure to meet you both.

-You too, hen.

So you just forgot to mention it was your birthday?

I thought you knew.

What? I knew, and I just didn't mention it this morning?

You were mad with me.

I wasn't mad, I was hurt.

Now? Yeah, now I'm mad.

-I'm sorry.

-You haven't mentioned your birthday. Not once.

-Not even hinted.

-I don't like talking about it.

Why can't you be honest with me?

One minute, you're loved-up, the next, you can barely look at me.

You never tell me how you're feeling and then when you do,

it's the bare minimum. And half of that's lies.

That's not true.

Everything is on your terms. I'm sick of it.

This is supposed to be a partnership,

and right now I feel like I'm the only one doing anything.

I've had enough.

This morning we promised no more secrets.

Then I find out it's your birthday!

Why do you keep shutting me out?

Right, OK, the reason I didn't mention about my birthday is

because I hate my birthday.

There would always be care homes or it'd be foster families

I couldn't stand.

It was never a good day.

And that's it.

That's the truth. I promise.

Is it?

-Two shots, extra hot.

-Cheers.

-Like a good woman.

-Sorry?

-Hot and strong.

-Right.

-Like my wife. Talk about punching above my weight.

-Have you seen her?

-I have, aye.

Can you believe I've managed to hang on to her for 23 years?

-Wow.

-It's our anniversary today.

-Is it?

Yeah. I've got big plans for tonight.

I'm going to surprise her with a slap-up meal. French.

We went to Paris for our honeymoon,

-so I thought that would be a nice wee romantic touch.

-Nice.

Yeah. She couldn't enjoy the trip because I got her knocked up.

So, hopefully, this'll make up for that.

Well, I'm sure it will. I better go. So, enjoy your night.

Oh, I will.

So...this is the part where you ask me what I want for lunch.

The guy will be over to ask you in a minute.

So, since this is our first date...

..we should get to know each other. Ask me a question.

-Like what?

-Anything. What do you want to know?

-What music do you like?

-Erm,

Churches, Lorde, Haim, London Grammar. You?

Loads.

You have two sisters, right?

-You?

-Only child. What do your parents do?

-Stuff.

-What kind of stuff?

-What do your parents do?

Mum's a counsellor and Dad's a social worker.

See, you're getting the hang of it.

Let's take a selfie of our first date.

What? So you can show it for proof? Is this some sort of dare?

-What?

-Why are you even here?

Did one of the boys put you up to this? Was it Kevin?

You think I'd do actually do something like that?

I don't know you.

Is it so hard to believe I'm here because I actually like you?

You know what? Forget it.

-She raging then, aye?

-This is why I dingy my birthday.

Last year we ended up in a rammy in here,

-and now this.

-Aye. Birthdays and women.

The more they come and go, the more you want to top yourself.

Did you sort things out with Ellie?

No, mate. That's finished.

Aye? I thought you two were good.

It just...wasn't working.

Cos of the Stella thing?

What Stella thing?

Stella moving in with you. What did you think I meant?

Nothing.

Is there more to this?

You and Stella? What are you playing at, mate?

It's complicated. Don't say anything.

I'm staying well out it.

I should head back to the garage.

I'll see you at my ma's later on, then, aye?

-You and Angel.

-Do I get a choice?

Nope. Catch you later.

-Cheers for the birthday drink, by the way.

-No bother.

You all right there, old timer?

Alasdair.

Drink?

I'm sure you've better things to do than keep me company.

I'm hiding out, so you'd be doing me a favour.

I'll have a brandy, please. Thank you.

PHONE RINGS

Malcolm Hamilton Foundation.

Oh, no. I'm sorry, we can't accept large pieces of furniture.

Try one of the others.

You're welcome. Bye now.

PHONE RINGS

Malcolm Hamilton Foundation.

Yes, we got your letter this morning.

I'm assuming it was you that sent it.

Well, I have a few questions for you.

I think Scarlett and my family think I'm stupid for not wanting to

do anything for my birthday.

-They mean well, but...

-It's not their fault.

It's hard to understand

if you haven't been through something that haunts you.

Sounds like the voice of experience.

A little too much experience.

When I was a younger man, older than you, I was caught up in...

Well, I wasn't caught up in it, I was falsely accused of something,

and it's hounded me ever since.

You'll know how that feels, of course.

Except I wasn't falsely accused. I did what I did.

But once you've been given that label,

no matter the inaccuracy or the injustice...

I mean, as if I would ever do such a thing.

Interfere with little boys like that.

If I was guilty of anything, it was of turning a blind eye, but

I wanted to help those boys.

I wanted to put a stop to it. But I was powerless.

My career was destroyed.

One of the boys reported the abuse, and I was caught up in the furore.

But I was cleared. No charges were ever levied against me.

Can you imagine how that feels?

I need to get back to my work.

-Is everything all right?

-It's just a work thing.

-I need to go.

-Oh, don't let me stop you. Thanks for the drink.

Patrick. You got a minute?

-It's this lassie, Jules.

-Not the now.

I think she likes me, but I don't know if it's for real or not.

I said, "Not the now."

Have you got any French tops in? You know, the stripy ones?

-Like Pablo Picasso?

-Aye.

Or Marcel Marceau. I think that's called a Breton stripe.

That's the one. I couldn't remember the name.

No, I haven't seen one like that.

What about a beret?

Are you going to a fancy dress party?

-Something like that.

-Excuse me.

What did she say?

We need to talk to Alasdair.

-Close up as soon as he's gone.

-Right.

-Stay with me tonight.

-I can't.

I hate the thought of you with him.

I'm not thrilled about it either, trust me.

Did you get him a gift?

A games console.

What is he, 12?

-Is that all he's getting?

-That's all.

Patrick?

There you are. Where've you been all this time?

I just had to go for a walk to clear my head.

Because of me?

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have overreacted.

So to make up for it, I got you...

..this.

SHE HUMS HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Go on, then. Blow it out.

She said you knew about it. That you were a witness.

I didn't know the full extent.

But you did know. At least in part.

Why did you lie about it earlier?

It wasn't a lie. It was...

an omission.

That's just a fancy word for a lie.

I know how this must look,

but you have to understand I was never charged.

-I did nothing wrong.

-Oh, come on.

You knew your pals were fiddling with wee boys

and you didn't tell anybody.

What was I supposed to do? They threatened me.

So you protected yourself at the expense of those children!

Do you have any idea what my life has been like? Do you?

Don't you dare shout at me like that in my own home.

I'm sorry, Molly. I just want you to understand my position.

It's not as cut and dried as you think.

My entire adult life has been marred by this.

I was in an impossible position. You must see that.

You might not have abused the boys, but you abused your position.

You had a duty of care to those children and you violated that!

I had to put my son into care.

If I thought that something like that had happened to him...

I'd hang for them.

Please, Liz, tell me you understand.

I expect judgment from Molly, but you...

you can see reason, surely?

I don't know what to think.

You want me to leave?

You've lied to us too often.

I will not have a stranger in my own home.

So she wins again?

Her boy was abused. I don't think she'd call herself a winner.

Please, Liz, don't do this.

It's her home.

And her mind is made up.

I wasn't sure you'd come.

I'm only here for a dare.

I'm going to take a selfie of us both together and post it online

so everyone can laugh at you for thinking I'd actually want to

hang out with you.

Is that really what you think?

November the 10th. It was a Tuesday.

-What was?

-When I first noticed you.

I was looking at the school newsletter

and there was a photo of the football team.

I thought you looked cute.

I looked you up online, followed you, tried to find out what

you were into so I could work out what to talk to you about.

It's taken me six months to work up the guts to talk to you.

So in answer to your stupid question from earlier...

Why am I here?

I'm here because I want to go out with you.

I didn't know if you'd have time to pick one up so I picked this up.

Course I got one. Can't have a party without a cake.

Well, now we have two.

You could at least say thanks.

-What?

-It's fine, Patrick.

I'm sure Scarlett's is better than mine anyway.

That's not the point.

Do you want to get me a drink, babe?

Someone's not happy about turning 30.

Right, Molly, I'll tell Scarlett. Thanks for calling.

That was your ma. She's not going to make it.

-Something to do with Alasdair.

-What is it?

-She never said.

I hope he's not sick again. He seems like a nice old man.

He's really lovely, always charming at the gym.

Patrick knows him quite well, don't you, babe?

-Patrick?

-What?

-Alasdair. You and him are friends, eh?

-Wouldn't go that far, no.

-Apparently he's not well.

-That's a shame.

-Take it easy there, buddy.

-Geez peace, Bob?

What was all that about, with the cake?

I just think you should think before you open your mouth.

-What's up with him?

-No idea.

I made you these. In case you get hungry.

My name was cleared.

What about your conscience?

Why you didn't speak up?

I was afraid I'd lose everything.

Now, look at me.

The abusers were in prison. Justice had been done.

I thought that was an end to it. But it was just the beginning.

Every time she finds me, I think surely this must be it,

surely she'll let me be this time.

But it keeps happening. Over and over again.

If this is my penance, haven't I paid it by now?

How long must I be punished?

AJ? Are you at home?

AJ?

Bonjour, madame.

-Bonjour.

-Please, allow me to take this. Please, please.

Why do you sound like Pepe Le Pew?

I was going for Gerard what's-his-name.

-Gerard Depardieu?

-Mais oui.

No, most definitely like a pervy French skunk.

Oh, well, in for a penny.

Please, madame, take a seat, please.

-Dinner will be served tout de suite.

-I like your beret.

I was going for a whole French thing, but the charity shop

didn't have a stripy top, so this is the best I could do.

But the menu is totally francaise. Voulez-vous un aperitif?

No, thank you, I'm fine with the wine.

Tres bien. As you wish, madame.

Prepare to have your taste buds seduced by the haute cuisine.

You shouldn't have went to all this trouble.

It's no trouble.

I'm lucky to have you and I know I've got a lot of making up to do.

You deserve to be spoiled.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Are we all invisible?

-What?

-Don't you worry about the rest of us, just you sort yourself out.

You've got a full glass there.

That's not the point. You should slow down, Patrick.

If you're going to force me to be here, I'm going to have a drink.

I'm not forcing you to be anywhere.

I just wanted to celebrate your birthday, that's all.

-Bit late for that, isn't it?

-Take it easy, son.

I'm not your son. And I'm not hers either.

-Just watch it!

-You going to shut me up, old man?

Eh? You can't even stand up to your own wife.

-You mind your mouth, you.

-Patrick!

What? You've been banging about me telling the truth.

Well, that's the truth.

That's why you sent me away, isn't it?

Because I wasn't your son.

Neither's he, but you didn't get rid of him, did you?

You're not perfect, are you, Bob?

Shacked up with your ex-missus.

Playing happy families with somebody else's wean

cos you cannae have any of your own.

Wind your neck in, pal.

What do you think happens to a wean when it all falls apart? Eh?

None of you think about that, do you?

It could have been you, you know? In care.

Had all that stuff...

It could have been you.

Come and sit down, have some water.

I don't want any water. Oops.

I'm sorry, Scarlett. I'll clean that up.

Don't worry about it, hen. It's not your doing.

What are you sucking up to her for?

She's never going to like you. And Kelly,

she's just pretending cos she needs a job.

Why are you being like this? What's wrong with you?

What's right with me?

I think we should just go home.

You wanted me to be honest? I'm being honest. What's the problem?

Can you not handle it? Can you not handle the real me?

I'm away for a slash.

Listen, darlin', why don't you and Callum go through to your room, eh?

Watch a DVD?

Kelly, you could maybe set it up before that clown gets back.

-Come on, let's go.

-But I want some more cake.

I'll bring you some more through later. Come on, let's go

get the DVD set up first.

You all right, darlin'?

-Where will you go?

-Another suitcase, another hall.

Don't give it a second thought. I'll be fine.

I don't think he has anywhere to go, Molly. He's alone.

So were the children he turned his back on.

Who knows what damage he's done.

Hey! What's going on here? Party's not over yet.

What are you all so serious for?

Come on, Jimmy, turn the music up.

Come on, let's go.

No, you're the one that was desperate to come here,

make my family like you.

Let's go home.

Come on, dance with me.

Patrick, stop it.

What's the problem? Usually can't keep your hands off me.

Patrick, stop! You're hurting me.

-Patrick, leave her alone.

-Why should I?

Because you're making a show of yourself, and you're hurting her.

I'm sorry, are you all right?

What you being like that for? I'm just seeing if you're all right.

I'm fine, let's just go.

Oh, so you don't want me to touch you now?

That makes a change.

Do I disgust you? Is that what it is?

-Come on, mate, take it easy.

-Do I make you sick?

-Look at me. LOOK AT ME!!

-Jimmy, get rid of him.

Oh, aye, that's it, just get rid of me again.

That's how to deal with me, eh?

Patrick, he's a bad boy, he's too much like his father.

Get rid of him.

Well, you are acting like your father right now.

I'm not having it.

Oooh, Scarlett's not going to put up with it.

Too much to handle, am I?

Why don't you just do what you did the last time and kick me out,

-you heartless cow?

-That's enough.

Who cares about Patrick? He's a bad boy. He deserves it.

This is all your fault! All of it!

There, you wanted honesty, you happy now?

So, what was the reason behind the French theme?

Apart from wanting to dress up like a bottle

of Jean Paul Gaultier aftershave.

No, I was just thinking about our honeymoon,

how desperate you'd been to go to Paris.

And then when I got there, I just spent the whole time throwing up.

As my mother said, "That's what you get for having a shotgun wedding."

Well, that's what I was trying to recreate.

Minus the pregnancy and the vomit, hopefully.

It got me thinking about those times when we were young and in love.

Carefree. When you were happy.

I am happy.

Are you?

Yes.

Infidelity is destructive.

Cheating on you was the worst mistake I ever made.

I didn't deserve your forgiveness after that, let alone your love.

You were forced to leave your home, your friends...

..and move up here, where all you had was me...

a husband who'd betrayed you.

You gave up everything for me.

-I told you last night...

-I think...

I think we should move back to London.

Sorry?

You sacrificed so much for me, for my business.

Well, that's not happening now.

There's nothing keeping us here.

-We've both got our jobs.

-I'm sure Alex would get over it...

..if I left the Oyster.

I can't leave the health centre.

We can get you a new job in London.

It's not just a job. I own the place.

I've worked hard to establish myself with the patients

and the authorities.

I can't walk away from it now.

Fine. It was just an idea.

Hey, we're finally happy here. Let's not rock the boat, eh?

This really is very kind of you.

Can't leave you out in the cold.

Take a seat, get comfortable.

I thought you lived with Scarlett Mullen.

I do.

This is my girlfriend's house.

Angel. She gave me keys.

Oh, things must be getting serious. Good for you.

-You must be happy.

-We're trying to be.

Are you sure Angel won't mind my staying?

She'll be fine.

I am truly indebted to you both.

Please assure her I'll find somewhere else to go

first thing tomorrow.

Can I get you a drink?

Just a glass of water, thank you.

Thanks for letting me check out that band.

No worries. I'll send you a link to some of their stuff.

-Then you can just download it when you want.

-Cheers.

My cousin's having a house party Friday night, if you're up for it?

-Aye, sure.

-OK. Cool.

Right, then. I should go.

-I'll message you later.

-Cool.

-See you.

-Bye.

-Oh, my actual God. Are you for real?

-What?

You like that?

Want it to happen again?

"Will you go out with me, Jules?"

Yeah, sure, Drew.

OK, cool. Nice one.

Now that's out the way...

-I'll see you tomorrow.

-Cool.

He's never been like that with me before.

It's just the drink, he doesn't mean it.

He's too much like his father when he's had a drink in him.

He's not normally like that, Ma, even on the bevvy.

Something else is going on.

He didn't want to come. Maybe I shouldn't have pushed him.

Ungrateful wee swine. I'll not bother in the future.

It's not you. He hates his birthday, we shouldn't have made a fuss.

Oh, so you're blaming me an' all?

He's been in a strange mood all day.

He seemed fine when I saw him in the pub.

He's not himself. Something's been bothering him for weeks.

He's maybe gone back to the flat. I should check he's OK.

You stay where you are, doll. I'll go.

Aye. I'll go and make us some tea.

I'll give you a hand.

You all right, hen?

-You?

-You know me. Tough as old boots.

I thought I'd finally escaped her this time, but she always finds me.

It's relentless. I'll never be free of it. Never.

No-one understands how traumatic this is.

Sounds hellish.

I might as well have been imprisoned with those other men.

She's taken my liberty, left me ostracised, over and over again.

But what nobody understands is that I'm the victim here.

Every time she tells all these lies about my past,

I have to go through the same thing again.

The judgment, the losing everything. She's ruined my life.

-Look at the state of me.

-I'll get it.

Thank you.

I saved your life a couple of weeks ago.

See, if I'd known what I know now, I'd have let you die.

You sit there playing the victim like some doddering old man,

talking about suffering, but you've got no idea.

Do you want to know what suffering is? Do you?

You make me sick. You're disgusting.

That feeling in your chest like you can't breathe...

That's what it's like for those boys you turned your back on every day!

Patrick, what are you doing?

Those little boys you turned your back on. See this?

-This is what they look like now.

-Patrick, stop this.

Why should I? He could have done something but he didn't.

He could have stopped those boys from being abused,

but he did nothing.

You bang on about how she ruined your life,

how you can't get away from her.

Was she there when you had your first kiss?

When you first fell in love with somebody?

Is she there in the back of your mind making it

impossible for you to have a normal relationship with somebody?

Is she?

What are you doing? He needs it.

You could get the jail for this.

At least in prison people pay for what they done.

He needs to pay.

Give me it.

Bob, walk away. Just turn your back, leave the room.

Nobody'll know the truth.

That's how it works, right, Mr Quinn?

Patrick, give me the inhaler.

Whatever this is, it's not worth going back inside.

Come on, man. Think about what you've got to lose.

You've got your job, you've got the family, you've got Angel.

Think about what this would do to her, to all of us.

You'd spend the rest of your life locked up.

-This isn't who you are.

-You've got no idea who I am.

You all right?

You should get back to my gran's.

I'll take you over the road.

I can manage from here.

You sure, aye?

-Thank you. You've been very kind.

-Take it easy.

Leave them by the sink. I'll wash them later.

No, I'll get them. You've been slaving away.

I'm going to hit the hay.

OK. I'll be through in a minute.

Take your time. I'll be out like a light.

Were you...?

Did something bad happen to you when you were in care?

PHONE BEEPS

-Was it Alasdair?

-No.

-Did he...?

So what was tonight about?

He turned a blind eye to stuff in his work, years ago.

If it wasn't for people like him...

..things might be different.

Does anybody else know about what happened to you?

Some of the other boys.

Were they victims, too?

So it wasn't just you? You should go to the police.

-I'll come with you if you want.

-I don't want anybody else to know.

-But...

-I mean it, Bob.

Promise me you won't tell anybody.

But you can't just let him get away with it.

What difference is it going to make?

It's not going to fix anything.

He should still get done.

The polis are all over this stuff.

They're always talking about historical abuse cases on the news.

-It's not historical.

-What?

You said historical. It's not historical.

It never ends.

Do you want me to stay with you for a while?

Just want to be on my own.

What should I say to Angel? She's going to want to see you.

Just try and stall her for a bit.

Tell her I'm trying to sleep it off or something.

Aye.

I'll take her to see Angus and Cassie.

-I'll keep her away for as long as I can.

-Cheers.

Just give me a phone if you need anything.

I warned you, get out of here now.

This guy is a car crash waiting to happen.

You do not want to be around for it when it does.

My head's been bursting with it for 15 year.

Ah. I've been away too long on that lonely country road.

What are you doing here?!

I want to see my son.

-Get out of here!

-Oh, sweetheart, be reasonable.

Listen, son, maybe you should go with your mum, eh?

-I hate you.

-Got room for another act?

-I'm all sorted.

Why don't we just bring America here?