04/04/2017 River City

I'm not coming back with you. I'm staying here for a while.

Only today.

When the blast went off, it was my kids I was thinking about.

Are you saying I might never walk again?

Worst case scenario. It is going to be a waiting game.

You need to stay with me until you're well enough.

Welcome home.

-Are you offering me a job?

-It's temporary.

Get back to what you're trained for. What you love doing.

-I love you, Bob Adams.

-I love you, too.

You hardly know the lassie, Bubba.

-She could be taking you for a ride.

-She's no'.

I know enough, all right?

Oh, my God, Bubba. Cover yourself up!

Ma!

Oh, my God! Oh!

In my kitchen?! Really?! Oh!

Get out here...

the pair of yous.

-Could you not have knocked?

-In my own hoose?

Well, the door was shut, wasn't it?

Could you no' stick a sock on it next time?

I'm so sorry, Scarlett.

Aye, and so you should be. I make Madonna's pieces in there.

I know, we didn't... We thought you were...

I'm sorry. I'll just... go get ready for work.

Aye. Good idea, hen.

What are you being like that for?

-It's bad enough you've moved her in...

-No, I haven't.

-Then I walk in to that.

-We thought you weren't in.

How come you never stay at her place?

Use up her electricity sometimes?

-Because this is closer to my work.

-Aye, well, where is her place?

Oh, that's right. You've no' been, have you?

Funny that, isn't it?

Maybe there's something she doesn't want you to see.

From now on, the kitchen's off-limits, do you get me?

Cheers, pal.

Pete! You're back.

Welcome home.

You look good.

Aye, I feel brand-new.

It's been dead quiet here without you.

Except, you know, the usual car bombs and that.

Look, let's get that bag off you. Let's get you settled in.

-What, your place?

-Aye, of course.

Nah.

I'm staying with Caitlin.

You see, the thing about illness, AJ,

is it really sorts out the sheep from the goats.

Honestly, stop worrying about it. It's fine.

Don't let my ma get under your skin.

Oh, God, it was so embarrassing.

We didn't do anything wrong.

She thinks we did.

THEY LAUGH

So is the flood damage sorted at your place yet?

Uh, I'm not sure. Why?

I was just thinking maybe we could stay there.

Give ourselves a bit of privacy.

Yeah. Good idea.

Tonight maybe?

-What's up?

-I can't find my phone...

Your new one? Uh-huh.

You probably left it at the flat. We'll grab it after breakfast.

I'm such an idiot.

Where you going?

I'll be two minutes.

I'll come with you.

Decaf Americano, please, to go.

So...how's life as a barista treating you?

Eh, good.

It's no' forever.

AJ's made me promise to go back to care work,

so this is just till I find something else.

Pays the bills, at least. DISH CLATTERS

Right, you two. That's enough. Pack it in.

I've told you already. Get back to school. Go on, hurry up.

Back to school where you belong.

Pair of bams.

Remind me never to get on the wrong side of you.

SHE GIGGLES

Och, they're just a pair of wee numpties. I tell you,

if you can handle the grumpy auld yins, you can handle anything.

-Cheers.

-Ta.

-Oh!

-Oh, sorry!

Have you lost something, hen?

My phone. So stupid!

It's not in the living room.

I thought I left it on the side here when I put my coat on.

I'll go and check in the bedroom again.

What are you doing with that?!

It's been buzzing with texts since you left.

All with an S and a kiss at the end.

You looked at her texts?!

I couldn't help it, they kept popping up. Who's S?

I don't know. A pal of hers, probably.

A pal wouldn't be sending messages like, "Talk to me. S. Kiss."

"I need to see you. S. Kiss."

"I miss you. S. Kiss."

Gimme that. It's none of your business.

It's your business but, isn't it? Maybe she's got a fancy man.

-Any luck?

-No. Maybe you've dropped it in the street?

-Maybe.

-Aye, hen, that's what's happened, eh.

SOFT GRUNTS

You not going to get dressed?

Auntie Annie says you need to go easy

or you're going to set yourself back again.

Yeah, well, your Auntie Annie needs to learn to mind her own business.

Is it not your legs you're supposed to be working on?

I did them earlier.

Did you? When?

Frankie, just leave it.

Where's the folder with your leg exercises? I'll get it for you.

-I don't need it.

-Dad...

-I said I don't need it.

Where you going?

-I'm going to get my other dumbbells. They're too light.

-I'll go.

-You don't know where they are.

-So, tell me.

-Have you not got somewhere you need to be?

-Yeah, here.

I don't want to be nursed by my own daughter.

I can manage on my own. Just get out of my way, would you?

Go on, move.

-LOUD CLUNK

-Ow.

Manage on your own, can you?

Is this some kind of joke to you?

No.

Dad! Stop it, stop it!

Look, you get over to your shift at the Pop-Up.

I'll find your phone and bring it back to you.

It's OK, I've got time before my shift starts.

If you're sure.

It must be here somewhere.

What is it with you and this phone? You're obsessed.

I just don't like losing my stuff.

Are you expecting a call from somebody?

You should get to your work. You'll be late.

It's fine, I don't mind.

Hey, lovebirds.

Good timing.

We've got so much to get through before this party,

we can walk to work together.

Oh, uh, OK.

-I'll keep looking.

-Thanks.

See you.

SHE BLOWS KISS

We'll buy some balloons and banners. Still got to figure out the cake.

You took her phone?

I didn't mean to.

Aye, and Cassie's phone's always falling into my pocket, an' all.

It wasn't like that. She's obsessed with the thing.

-It's weird.

-Do you think she's cheating on you?

No! There's just stuff I don't know about her.

You see, Robert,

it is common practice when you start a new relationship,

to ask questions. Anything, really.

Like, did you have any pets growing up?

Who's your favourite - Ant or Dec?

You cannae just go scrolling through her messages.

It's like one of the ten commandments or something.

Even if she's hiding something?

We've all got baggage we don't want to share at the start.

I don't.

All right, so,

she knows you once had a sexy dream about Henrik Larsson?

No!

Or that your maw's not your maw?

Or that you cannae have kids?

PHONE CHIMES

Don't look at it.

-You do it.

-Nah. No way.

Please, mate. Just have a quick look.

I said no. I'm staying out of it.

You don't have to read the whole thing.

-Just tell me who it's from.

-Why is this getting to you so much?

I don't know.

Please, mate, just a quick look.

What? What is it?

Oh, Frankie.

Come in.

Doctors do house calls, right?

We do, occasionally. Do you need me to come downstairs?

No, I needed to get out of there.

I need your help.

Why, what have you done now?

I'm not pregnant, don't worry. It's Dad.

He's doing my head in.

Yeah, I'm sure he is,

but it's just going to take a while for everyone to adjust so...

suck it up.

Wow. Nice bedside manner.

He's sacked another carer.

He's super grumpy and he won't let me do anything for him.

He's a proud man.

Where do you think you get your stubborn streak from?

As much as I'm loving the bants here...

are you going to help me?

I can't get involved.

-Why not?

-Because...

I'm not supposed to treat family members,

and he's not going to listen to me, anyway.

Then make him listen.

You were the one that said I needed to support Mum.

If we don't find a carer,

she's going to have to leave her new job

and we're probably going to have to live somewhere more...accessible.

Look, I'm a brat, and a pain in the ass,

but I've moved around my whole life. I don't want to move again.

-Right.

-Did you find it?

Nope.

Why did you come, then?

How? You got a fancy man hiding in the toilets or something?

What? No. Are you OK?

I don't know where you stay.

I don't know anything about you. Not really.

I don't know whether you make your bed in the morning,

what food you keep in the fridge,

what pictures you've got on the wall.

-None of that matters.

-It does to me.

If me and you...

If this is a thing, we should know that stuff.

OK.

I got a message on MatchSwipe last night.

-Keeping your options open, are you?

-No! I've deleted the app now.

It's just if you seen the message, you might have got the wrong idea.

I trust you, Bob.

I don't want us to have any secrets.

No.

So, can I come to yours tonight?

It'll be all dusty after all the work they've been doing.

I don't care.

If it means that much to you, then...OK.

PHONE RINGS

That's my...

You lied to me.

Aye, I did.

Is there something you want to tell me? Like who's S?

-What?

-S. The person who keeps texting you...

"I miss you, I need to see you." What's that all about?

Why's that person's number not listed on your phone?

-PHONE RINGS

-Is this them?

Bob, please. Please give me my phone.

Just tell me who it is first.

Please, Bob...

Hi. This is Kim's phone, who's this?

It's your husband.

Turn it off. Please. Turn it off!

Everything OK?

Will you just give us a minute, Cass?

Kim?

Kim's fine.

I was asking her, Bob.

And I'm telling you she's fine. Right?

What's going on?

Biggest thing I learnt in hospital is that men are in crisis.

-Do you know why?

-Because their brains are in their boxers.

No, because we don't talk to each other.

We bottle things up and that doesn't do us any good.

We need to change, evolve.

That's why I'm introducing my new initiative...

Drumroll please, Caitlin.

Mantime Tuesdays.

Mantime Tuesdays - I like the sound of that.

Every Tuesday at the Community Centre.

A chance for local menfolk to talk about their feelings.

-Oh, maybe not.

-Back to bed, you.

ROBBIE CHUCKLES

The idea is that for an hour every week

men can set aside their inner angry caveman

and treat each other like brothers.

In Shieldinch? Good luck with that.

Some people find honesty and acceptance easier than others.

You all right, Pete? You seem a bit out of sorts.

There's a difference between excitement and mania, AJ.

I know.

Can I get you a pint?

I only drink with my mates.

Where was I?

Treating each other like brothers...

Aye.

Bob.

Mantime Tuesdays kicks off today.

A chance for you to talk about your feelings in a safe place.

Come on. You look like you need this, man.

I can see pain in your eyes.

Come along.

Talk it out.

Not today, mate.

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

-Hey.

-A latte, please.

You're paying for this, right?

-Do I have a choice?

-Make it a large one.

Well, you made short shrift of those lads earlier.

Och, nothing I can't handle.

Feels like your skills could be put to better use.

You're wasted in this place.

She's right. I've been telling her to get back into care work.

You shouldn't throw away a career like that.

Says the man who gave up banking to make pies for a living.

That was different.

Caring's a vocation.

Takes a very special person to be able to do that.

Yeah, it does.

Which is why we have a proposition for you.

Oh, God. I'm sorry.

-I'm sorry.

-Kim, you're going to cut yourself. Leave it. Leave it.

I'm sorry.

Stop apologising!

What's going on? Is this about Bob?

No.

Well, yes. Sort of.

Good, I'm glad we cleared that up.

SHE CHUCKLES

I thought you guys were, like, super loved up?

We are. We were. I am. It's just...

I've messed things up as usual.

Well, whatever it is, I'm sure he'll get over it.

I think he'd forgive you almost anything, to be honest.

Except cheating. He's got serious hang-ups about that one.

You didn't?!

No, I didn't. I didn't.

Bob found out something about me I didn't want him to know just yet.

Like what?

OK. Look, you don't have to tell me about it,

but if ever you want to talk...

Thanks.

Bob found out that I'm married, and I don't know what to do.

What?

DOOR OPENS

Dad...

Dad, we've got a visitor.

Hiya. I'm Ellie.

Aye, I know.

You work in the pub, don't you?

Aye, I used to. I'm in the Oyster now.

You get around a bit.

What are you doing here?

Dad, play nice.

I'm your new cleaner.

Ta-da!

Lorna didn't tell me anything about a cleaner.

She must have forgotten to mention it.

-She wanted to come home to a clean flat.

-Yeah.

Are you from an agency?

Eh...

Ellie's self-employed.

Yeah. It's just me. I've got my own business.

Cleaning. My own cleaning business. I love to clean.

McLean by name, McLean by nature!

I think it'd be better if you came back another day

when I've had a chance to discuss it with my wife.

Yeah, but Ellie's here now.

But that's not my doing.

Aw, come on, how's your wife going to feel coming back to a dirty flat?

Let's be honest, Dad. We could both do without the ear-ache.

And I need to study.

OK. Just stay out of my way.

You won't even know I'm here.

It was little stuff at first.

He'd criticise what I was wearing and then be snappy and...cold,

until I changed and then he'd be really loving again.

You eat the food he wants you to eat,

you say the things he wants you to say.

And then one morning you wake up and you realise...

he controls everything.

Didn't you have anyone to talk to - family, friends?

He just made everything so difficult.

He checked the mileage on my car if I ever went out anywhere on my own,

he'd question me about what I did, who I saw.

Eventually, I just...stopped going out on my own.

I even stopped work, eventually.

So you just walked out one day?

I left him a few times. Never lasted long...

A few days, sometimes weeks.

He'd find me.

Beg me to come home.

"It'll be different this time. I can't live without you..."

And so what happened this time? What changed?

He'd take me clothes shopping...

He'd take you?

He always bought my clothes.

At first, I thought it was attentive and sweet.

We were in the shopping centre and I'd gone to the ladies',

and I saw a Women's Aid poster on the back of the door.

I phoned them. Then and there from the toilet cubicle.

I had to throw my phone down the toilet

so he couldn't check my call history.

The woman on the phone was amazing. She told me what to do, where to go.

When I got to the refuge a few days later she was there.

She gave me this huge hug.

I'd forgotten how nice that could be.

Why? Why didn't you tell Bob all of this?

It's been 18 months. I thought I'd finally got away from it.

Thought I could move on. Plus, no-one wants damaged goods, do they?

Bob would not think that you are damaged goods.

Go find him and talk to him.

What about the party?

I'll take care of it. Go. Go, get out of here.

Thanks.

Dammit. This form. Why does it have to be so long?

-Benefits?

-Aye.

If you want a hand, I've done loads of that stuff.

How come?

Well, I used to work in a...bank.

I think you might have got the dust off that bit by now.

Yeah. That should do it.

What are you doing?

Emptying this.

No, you shouldn't have to do that.

That's what I'm here for.

Cleaners clean! I'll clean this.

It's not appropriate.

Thanks.

-Greig, just let me help you.

-It's fine.

Right, you can let me push you through two doors to the bathroom

to empty that in the toilet or you can just let me do it.

Thanks.

Bob?

Sorry we're not meeting in better circumstances.

-You're Simon?

-Yeah. You wanted to talk?

I just wanted to get a look at you.

Check out the competition?

Well, I'm your wife's boyfriend,

does that not make me the competition, no?

-You're not the competition. You're collateral.

-Whit?!

Look, Bob, this doesn't have to get ugly.

I've not got a quarrel with you.

I just want my wife back.

You're separated?

Is that what she told you?

How long have you been seeing each other?

We met five months ago.

Yeah, yeah, that sounds about right.

Five months ago, we had an almighty row. You're my punishment.

Must've been a pretty big row, then, eh?

Oh, yeah. It was. And you know what? Hands up, totally my fault.

I behaved like an absolute idiot. And not for the first time.

But...she likes to play this game.

She paints me as a baddie to her new pals until I say sorry.

Beg for her to come home.

She hasn't even mentioned you.

Right, well, let me guess,

she's playing the meek, mild-mannered little mouse,

constantly apologising for her own existence.

You know, she's done it before, mate.

It may be new to you but it's not new to me.

You work with your hands, yeah? Something manual?

Mechanic. How?

That's part of the thrill.

She likes a bit of rough.

I'm sorry you've been dragged in to this, mate.

Let me buy you a drink.

Right. That's the girls' bedrooms done.

-Thank you.

-It's all right.

Frankie's room reminded me of mine when I was young.

Make-up and clothes everywhere.

Aye, that girl wouldn't know a laundry basket

if it tripped her up in the street.

She's too wrapped up in her own stuff to be worrying about us

-picking up after her.

-Well...

Kids take on more than we realise, sometimes.

You know, it seems like water off a duck's back,

but they're worrying about you

just as much as you're worrying about them.

You don't have kids, do you?

My mum was sick a lot when I was wee.

She didn't think I noticed the sound of her being sick

when I was getting ready for school in the morning,

or that she was asleep every night when I came home.

I noticed. Didn't make me love her any less.

It was a big deal.

Cancer?

Alcohol. She doesn't drink now, though.

-That must have been tough.

-Yep.

I suppose you have a good idea, then,

of parents that are a burden for their kids?

She cares about you. She's a good kid.

Are we talking about the same girl?

Well, if she didn't care

she wouldn't have asked me to come today, so...

She asked you to clean for us?

Yeah. Sort of...

Greig, I'm...not a cleaner.

I'm a carer.

Frankie and Annie just thought I might be able to help you.

-Annie?

-The cleaning thing was just to make things easier for you.

Easier? What am I? Some sort of imbecile?

You're not needed here. Go on, away you go.

-I'm sorry we went behind your back...

-No, I get it.

You spent your childhood looking after your alcoholic mum.

I'm sure it's made you into the terrific carer that you are today.

But I don't need one. Go on.

Get out.

Bob, I'm so sorry.

Let me explain...

Hello, baby.

Simon!

Come here. Let me look at you.

I have been so worried about you.

Don't worry, Bob knows the score. I've explained everything.

Five months, though, that's got to be a record, right?

I'm sorry, again, mate. You seem like a nice guy.

Do you want a few minutes with her before we head off?

Got nothing to say.

-There's your phone.

-Bob...

Alone at last.

Didn't want to do that while he was sitting there.

Not fair on the poor guy.

I am so glad I found you, baby.

Simon, I don't want to come with you.

I know, I know. I guess it's a bit of a shock to the system,

me just turning up out of the blue.

Why don't we go somewhere and get a bite to eat?

Yeah? Talk this through. Come on, let's go.

-KATIE:

-I'm going to get changed.

You want to go and put your school bag in your room.

Where's Ellie?

She's just popped to the shops. She shouldn't be too long.

So it's going well?

Yeah, yeah, she's a lovely girl.

Nice one.

So, if you are all cool here,

do you mind if I pop into town?

Leave Katie with you until Ellie gets home?

Yeah, I'm sure I can manage.

Cool. See you in a bit.

It's not like I'm going anywhere fast, is it?

Comedian now? You should do stand-up.

Below the belt.

Laters.

I should have stood up for myself. Old Ellie would have.

Old Ellie would have lamped him.

Lamping a guy in a wheelchair. Could get you arrested, you know.

Look, Greig's the problem, not you.

He's never been the easiest guy to get along with.

Don't throw the towel in just yet.

Thanks.

It's so good to see you. I've missed you.

Did you hear me?

Did you miss me?

When you disappeared, I thought...

I thought you were dead.

I'm sorry.

It was only when I found out you stole a chunk of our savings

that I realised you'd left me again.

Yeah, yeah, it was better when I thought you were dead.

I'm sorry.

I knew you would be. And it's OK.

So tell me. When did you decide to leave?

I don't remember.

My mum's 60th.

That long?

Was that because I asked you to change your clothes?

-You tore my new dress in front of my mum.

-Yeah, but...

Come on, baby. You looked beautiful when you changed.

And besides, I mean, she wouldn't have remembered, anyway.

-She asked for you.

-What?

Your mum. She was looking great, totally lucid.

When... When did you...

When did you see her?

A couple of months back.

I didn't know you'd moved her to a new home.

The staff mentioned you'd been by a few weeks earlier.

It was a shame for your mum not to see us together.

Et voila.

-I just asked for a coffee.

-No, I ordered you that.

You look like you've not been eating properly.

Right, come on, tuck in.

We've a long drive home after this.

-Thought it'd be on the house.

-Why?

To thank me for letting you move your ex back into our home.

My home.

How come you're here, anyway?

Ellie stood me up for a new job.

I mean, what do I matter? I'm only her mother.

If you're bored, there's hunners of jobs that need doing at home.

Earn your keep. Better than hanging about the pub.

I'm fine here, thanks. With my orange juice.

Oi, monkey boy. What's going on?

Seven of them.

Days in the week?

Nah. Women who broke my heart.

Zara.

Michelle.

Watch it.

Charlie. Nicky.

-You gonna come and clean this up?

-Ellie.

Ho, right. Stop right there.

My sister never hurt you. It was the other way about.

And besides...you'll need two for Stella.

So, what about this bad boy?

You and that Kim hit the skids already?

Six failed relationships and another in the post?

If I was you, I'd stop fiddling with my nuts

and take a long, hard look at myself.

-Look, Daddy.

-What's that?

That's you with no legs.

That's brilliant, superstar.

You're very clever, aren't you?

Can I play with my tablet?

Yeah, yeah, where is it?

Katie, love...

I'm not sure I can reach that.

Is there not something else you can play with?

But I want it, Daddy. Pleeeease!

Right, OK. Mind your feet.

HE GRUNTS

Daddy?

Katie, no.

-ON PHONE:

-'999. What's your emergency?'

My daddy needs an ambulance.

Is something wrong with the food?

I'm not hungry.

Simon, I don't want to come home with you.

Everything OK?

Yeah, sorry, I just realised how rude I'd been

not introducing myself. I'm Simon.

AJ.

I'm Kim's husband.

Husband?

Yeah, I can see why you might be confused.

She's not wearing her ring.

Put it on, baby.

Come on, don't be shy.

Is everything all right, Kim?

Yes, AJ. We're fine here.

-You're sure?

-Absolutely.

Put it on.

Bob.

You OK, Bubba?

Who's that guy?

Turns out S is for Simon. Her husband.

-Whit?! She's married?!

-Aye, you were right.

Hope you're happy.

Bubba!

Right, I'm going to go to the bathroom

and I want you to have finished that by the time I get back. OK?

DOOR OPENS

-I knew you were too good to be true.

-Scarlett!

-I can't talk

You're not going anywhere until I've said my piece.

You been lying to my Bubba.

You been kipping at my place, eating my food and the whole time

-you've been playing him like a banjo.

-Scarlett, please...

Are you worried I'm going to make a scene in front of your husband.

Oh, aye, I know who he is.

Your wife's been cheating on you, by the way, with my son.

Just a misunderstanding. It's all sorted now. OK?

What are you doing out here? You left your bag inside.

You're anxious to get home.

You'll want to visit your mum first, eh?

Does your mammy know what a lying little tart you are?

Sorry, I didn't get your name.

Scarlett.

Right. Word of advice, Scarlett...

don't ever speak to my wife like that again.

She's worth 100 of you.

Come on. Come on, baby.

You've done your job, and you've said I'm fine. Now just go.

What happened here?

I fell over and your sister called an ambulance.

Where is she? Is she all right?

She's in her room but she won't come out.

Where's Ellie?

At home, I assume.

So you fired her, then, yeah?

What is wrong with you?

It's like you don't even want to get better.

Why won't you let people help you?

Do you know how hard it is on the rest of us?

HE SOBS

Dad?

It's all right. C'mere.

Why are you sad, Daddy?

I'm not sad, sweetheart. It's just...

you know the way you hate your car seat?

Well, that's what I think about that chair over there.

It makes me angry sometimes.

But you need it for your sore back.

Yeah, you're right.

Because when Uncle Andy was here, you went back to the bad place.

Katie, don't.

It's OK. I know, you're right.

I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

When will you be fixed?

I don't know.

I just have to keep working hard,

you know like you do when you practise for sports day at school.

And stop being a stubborn, grumpy, old git and let people help you.

Less of the old.

I have an idea, girls. I need to do something.

Will yous give me a hand? Eh?

The car's this way.

I don't have any of my things.

It's fine. I'll buy you new things.

I'll look after you, baby, I promise.

It'll be different this time.

I'll be different.

Kim.

Look, I need you.

I...

I don't know how to live without you.

I... I don't...

What's keeping you here? Friends who know you've been lying to them?

And Bob? Where is he?

He didn't fight very hard to keep you, did he?

If we leave now, we'll make it back just in time to visit your mum.

What do you think?

Come on.

Come on, baby.

CAITLIN CLEARS THROAT

I'm off in five for my break, if you want to head home for a cuppa

Happy here, thanks.

You want to taste it?

Suit yourself.

Busy day at the office, huh?

Hey, aren't you supposed to be with Kim?

She wanted to talk. Did she find you?

She's with her husband.

He's here?

You knew?

It's news to me, mate.

She's married?

Estranged.

Not any more.

What? Are you sure?

Well she's going home with him, so...I'm pretty sure, aye.

With Simon? But she ran away from him.

To punish him.

No, Bob, no. She's scared of him.

He's a bully.

What are you on about?

Coercive control. Simon's abusive.

He hits her?

He doesn't have to hit her...

He doesn't have to hit her to be abusive.

She told me the whole story.

She gave up everything to get away from him -

her friends, her job, her whole life. She'd never go back.

If she's going home with him, it's not because she wants to.

Bob, I'm serious. The guy's bad news. She doesn't want this.

Where is she?

I don't know.

Kim!

Kim!

Are you all right? Look, put the window down, eh?

Please, just give me two minutes, will you?

-ENGINE STARTS

-Ho!

What's going on?

She doesn't want to go with you.

You're not going anywhere, pal.

If you want to leave, you're going to have to go through me.

And me.

Aye, and me by the way. On you go, son.

-I'm sorry I walked away. I didn't know.

-I'm phoning the police.

Now look what you've done. Do you want the police involved?

Do you?

Right. Well, get out there, and tell them you're fine

and make them hear you.

Are you all right?

I'm fine. Really. Just let me go.

But I thought...

Cassie said that...

He's my husband. I need to go home.

No, you really don't.

I lied. I made it all up.

I'm sorry.

Right, you heard the lady. Kim, in the car.

Now, Kim. Move it.

Ho! You cannae talk to her like that.

Naw, you cannae.

I'll talk to her how I like, she's my wife.

Look, if you really want to go with him, that's all right.

It's totally up to you. But if you don't want to go...

you don't have to. It's your choice.

It's your life, Kim. Nobody else can tell you what to do.

I'm not coming with you.

Kim, baby, look, you're not thinking right,

you need to tell these people to give us some space

and we'll talk this through.

You heard the lady.

Looks like she's made her choice.

ENGINE STARTS

Peter! I didn't realise you were running this. Well done, you.

Are we early?

What...?

There seems to be some sort of a misunderstanding.

Oh. Why's that?

Pink wafers? Is that the best you can do?

This is a... This is a man only thing.

Hold on. You can't do that. That is sex discrimination, that is.

It's not that you're not welcome, ladies,

it's just I don't understand why you'd want to come along.

I'm very interested in naval history.

I came for the biscuits.

I thought the name would be a giveaway.

I mean, Mantime Tuesdays.

SHE GUFFAWS

Mantime Tuesdays?

Stop it, Molly.

What's so funny?

-Don't you dare.

-Go on. Tell him.

No, I won't.

"Come on, Molly, we must go along.

"Maritime Tuesdays sounds fascinating."

Maritime Tuesdays?

Well, that flyer of yours wasn't at all clear.

You should've used a different font.

THEY LAUGH

Are you feeling better?

A bit. Thank you, Scarlett.

Good. I'll beat it and let yous talk.

It meant a lot, you all standing up for me.

I got you all wrong, hen. I'm sorry.

You love your boy.

So do you.

Marilyn Monroe.

What?

The pictures on my wall, in my flat.

I've got two of Marilyn.

And a Vettriano print that my mum gave me for my 21st.

Dance Me To The End Of Love.

So now you know.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought him here. He just...

he got in my head.

That's what he does.

Did you start going with me to punish him?

What? No.

But you started dating me as soon as you left him.

I didn't. I left him a year and a half ago.

He said it was five months.

That's a lie, Bob.

He pulled me apart for ten years.

Stupid Kim, selfish Kim, damaged Kim.

He even persuaded me that I'd never be a decent mum so I shouldn't try.

You wanted kids?

Always have.

Right. Listen...

I should have ended it earlier but I didn't know how.

It took me years to realise that it wasn't OK, the way he treated me.

I couldn't leave my mum. Eventually, I had to.

Why did you not tell me before, when we were at the Pop-Up?

-Because you...

-What?

You answered for me with Cassie.

-What?

-You told her I was fine.

Told me what to say to her. That was just like him.

I can't let myself be that person again.

I should have told you about Simon, but...

I like the way you look at me.

Like I'm strong and confident. Not some...victim.

You are strong. You're a survivor.

What is it? What's wrong?

-I can't stay here.

-How?

He knows where I am.

But you're safe here.

I'm not. He'll never leave me alone.

I have to go.

PHONE RINGS

Hey. Listen, I'm sorry things didn't work out with your dad.

It's not your fault. In fact, that's why we're here.

You're up, short stacks.

-ON TABLET:

-'Hi, Ellie. It's Greig here.

'I'm sorry I behaved badly earlier today.

'Before my outburst, it felt nice having you here.

'I felt as if I was able to do the stuff that I wanted to.

'I wondered if you'd give me a second chance?'

Please will you come and look after my daddy?

In a way, this sort of thing owes its origins

to the Ancient Greek Symposium.

Though rather more wine, music and poetry there.

Still, pink wafers will do for us, eh, Pete?

Here we go, ladies.

That's very kind of you.

Here's hoping he's after something.

Well, I couldn't resist the opportunity

to have a quiet afternoon drink with such lovely drinking companions.

I like this one.

Hands off. I saw him first.

Well, you cheered me up, anyway.

-Cheers to that!

-Cheers.

Why? Was something the matter?

Just car trouble. Might have to stay here longer than I'd planned.

Now, we might be able to help you with car trouble.

Not only beautiful but mechanics as well?

Oh, dear, no. But we know two young men who are.

My grandson, Bob, actually owns the garage.

He's the man you want to do the job.

Bob?

He's done well for himself. You must be proud of him.

Yes, I am.

Owns a garage but still lives with his mammy...

THEY CHUCKLE

Well I'm sure you and his mum look like sisters, do you, Molly?

Oh, well, people have said as much.

Would you like me to give you young Angus's number?

Yeah, that would be great.

I'm sure I have Bob's business card right here.

Even better.

You don't have to go.

He will never stop. Now that he knows I'm here.

I'll look after you. We all will.

Bob, please... Don't make this harder than it already is.

But...

He's still controlling you.

And if you keep running, he'll always be in control.

< Hey!

Go. I'll distract him.

Thank you.

Hey, where are you going?

Kim, come back!

Ho, scumbag. You satisfied?

She's gone. I've lost her, cos you're a psycho.

Are you listening to me?

Look, stay out of my way. All right?

You're a coward, do you know that?

I found her once. I'll find her again.

She always comes back in the end.

You want to find something, here, find these.

She's the best thing that ever happened to me.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

Well?

-KATIE:

-Frankie, can you help me?

I'm going to check on Katie.

OK.

Thanks for giving me a second chance.

Well, I've not decided if I am yet.

Right.

What happened to you was horrible. Living like this is really hard.

It's all right to be angry.

But it's not OK to make personal attacks, right?

Nothing in my childhood made me want to be a carer.

I'm a carer because I'm good at it.

And I'm in charge, so you do as I say, is that understood?

Good.

Let me see those forms.

Come in, come in. Everybody...welcome!

I was worried I might be too late.

You are too late.

You can't come in halfway through a session like this.

You'll disrupt the atmosphere of trust in the room.

Did you not just say, "Everybody welcome"?

You must have misheard me.

Are you here for the group?

Sort of, yeah.

Then the floor's all yours, my friend.

The stage is yours.

My name is Amandeep Jandhu and I...

It's not an AA meeting, AJ.

My name is Amandeep Jandhu and I'm a terrible friend.

My best mate was really ill.

And instead of being there for him, I was selfish, cowardly.

It was easier for me to wash my hands of my good friend

than to face up to my irrational fear.

But I'm not frightened any more.

And I want to make it up to him.

I'm not going anywhere, not until he knows he can trust me again,

in good times and bad.

I've got his back.

Pete, I let you down.

I'm sorry.

I'm here for you.

Mate!

Group hug?

-Don't make this weird, Alasdair.

-OK.

Can I get you something, Bubba?

No, thanks.

I'm sorry. I should have kept my neb out.

Aye. Me an' all.

DOORBELL RINGS

I'll get it.

You were right.

You came back.

You let me go.

I don't want him to control me any more.

What's this about a new job, then?

Well, I'm now officially a carer again.

Dr Jandhu's brother-in-law.

Nice one.

Feels pretty good, actually.

I bet. Well, he's not too shabby to look at, is he?

I never noticed. SHE SCOFFS

THEY LAUGH

Is that Mum?

Aye.

Caitlin. It'll be a pasta sauce jar.

Leave that.

Mum! You nearly gave me a heart attack. What are you doing?

I'm earning my keep.

Everything all right?

Aye, of course.

Why don't you let people like Judith see who you really are?

You and Drew were the only two things I thought I could count on.

-Me and your mother, we love you.

-Yeah, you just don't like me.

The menopause is really taking its toll this morning.

I said I wasn't in the mood to work today.

-Oh, no.

-What is it?

Are you sure you're ready for this? Working in a pub?

This is no' up for discussion.

Do you think it's OK to do a bad thing,

even if it's for the right reasons?

You've been found out. Now you're chucked out.