23/05/2017 River City

I want to meet my big brother.

He's a druggie and a dealer!

My family can't know ANY of it.

Irene's selling our flat?

I'm willing to pay whatever it takes to get my hands on this place.

She's welcome to our spare room.

It's free until you get back on your feet.

Why are you doing this?

That'll be £75 a week, all in.

You'd make a great mum. I'm sorry I can't give you that.

I want to be your baby donor. THEY LAUGH

It's my wrist. It feels pure weird.

It's like pins and needles or something.

I'd like to get you checked out sooner rather than later.

# It was in love I was created

# And in love is how I hope I die

# Yeah, it was in love I was created and in love... #

Oh, Angus!

Are you trying to poison me? You know I don't take sugar.

-Morning.

-Oh, my... Is there no privacy around here?

-Sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you.

-Well, you did.

Have you not got a job or something you should be going to?

Is everything all right?

Everything's fine.

What do you want?

I just want to eat my breakfast.

Don't mind me, I just live here.

Angus, how many times? No sugar, baby!

Sorry.

Come here.

You OK?

Yeah, fine.

Where are you going?

I've got a shift at the garage.

I need you at the Pop-Up tonight, for open mic.

I'll be there in plenty of time.

I could use some help setting up.

I'm sure you'll manage.

You sure you're OK?

Didn't sleep well.

Ah, poor baby.

Well, we could always, you know, go back to bed and catch up?

Sorry. Got a bit of a headache.

Oh, that's my line.

I need to head.

Madonna, gonnae get a shift on!

In my day, you'd get six of the belt for being late.

-Six of the what?

-The belt.

If my teacher did that, I'd phone the police.

-Oh, is that right?

-DOORBELL RINGS

Eh, never mind the door. Get your shoes on!

How's my wee sister?

Late. As usual. Shoes!

She's worse than you were at that age. And that's saying something.

Madonna, I got you a wee something.

What do you say?

-Is this for my gran?

-Cheeky.

-I'd rather have the money.

-Madonna!

Aye, she is definitely my wee sister.

You can have it once you're ready.

Right. Good. School! Now!

-Thanks, Stevie! Bye, Mum!

-Bye!

I got you a wee something, as well.

What is it?

Well, I couldn't have you turfed out onto the street, could I?

What? You've bought the flat?

How can you just buy the flat?

I think what you're meant to say is thank you.

How did you pay for it?

That's my business.

But where did you get the money from, Stevie?

It doesn't matter. At least you're going to have a roof over your head.

Are you sure it's above board?

-Of course.

-Because see if it isnae...

Don't worry, I'm not dealing again. Relax.

I cannae believe this, son. Thank you so much.

-It's a fresh start, eh, Ma?

-Aye.

How about I buy you lunch later, to celebrate?

Lunch is on me.

BEEPER SOUNDS

Listen, you need to sign that back page.

Hurry up. I need to be somewhere.

It says it needs another signature.

Aye, I'll be right there.

Hair of the dog, Alasdair? Overdo it on Liz's home-made dandelion wine?

I'd rather go teetotal than subject my constitution

to anybody's home-made dandelion wine.

Ditto. Now, what can I do for you?

It's rather embarrassing, Suzie,

but I was hoping to appeal to your good nature.

Alasdair, I hope this isn't about Jules's rent again.

It's only temporary. I'll pay you double next week.

Over the years, my motto has become "Neither a borrower..."

"Nor a lender be" - I know. Except we're friends, Suzie.

Exactly. And that is the way I would like to keep it.

I lost a friend once over money, I won't do it again.

-Don't you trust me?

-This isn't about trust, Alasdair.

But this is the second time you've asked this of me.

Maybe it's time you spoke to Jules? Perhaps she can help.

No! I don't want Jules to know.

Lies, told even for the right reasons,

have a habit of coming back to bite you where it hurts.

What about a bit of human decency?

All I've ever done is try to help you.

Yes, yes, I know, I'm sorry.

Well, we can't go on like this, Alasdair, sort it out, please.

Oh! Are you all right? You don't look too well, sweetheart.

-Yeah, I don't feel great, actually.

-Come here.

Sweat's just lashing off you.

Och, you know, I've just been burning the candle at both ends.

Probably just a bug or something.

-Loads of it going around.

-Why don't you pop over to the chemist's,

get something to take the edge off.

I'll try anything, I feel terrible.

Man flu, they say it's worse than giving birth.

I've told you, I can deal with Fraser, permanently.

I don't want you doing anything to him, I mean it.

Keep the noise down.

-Morning.

-Coffee?

Yeah, sure, over there. Help yourself.

Did you ever think what that would do to her?

He's her dad.

She's a kid. She'll get over it.

-You needing anything?

-No, thank you, I'm fine.

You just treat this as your home, OK, what's ours is yours.

Where do you think he could be now?

-You don't know?

-He hasn't been in touch.

You should've took your dad's advice.

-Do you mind pouring me one while you're there?

-Sure.

-Now you're out of options, unless...

-No!

-You got a better idea?

-Maybe.

Could I maybe go for a walk later on?

I don't know if that's a good idea.

Maybe I just swapped one prison for another.

Yeah, well. Coffee's better here, eh?

-What is it with you and her?

-What, are you jealous?

-You hardly even know her.

-You've got a short memory.

What?

Wasn't that long ago you were nearly gone from here, forever.

-I don't want to talk about that.

-No, I know you don't.

-What's that got to do with her?

-That could be you. Mm?

Out there. All alone. Needing help.

I would just hope that somebody would look out for you.

-She's not me.

-I never said she was.

Better late than never.

Sorry.

Headaches again?

Aye.

This was on the floor beside your overalls.

-Did you read it?

-Aye.

Don't freak out.

-You've got a hospital appointment?

-Aye, it's no big deal.

-Neurosurgery?

-Aye.

-And they want you to bring somebody.

-I know. I can read.

Angus, what is this?

Right, look, after what happened to me last week,

Annie sent me up to the hospital for some tests.

What kind of tests?

-A brain scan.

-What?! Why did you no tell me?

-There was no point in worrying you.

-Does Cassie know?

-It says you get your results today.

-It doesn't matter. I'm not going.

-What?!

-I hate hospitals.

Oh, aye, cos that'll look good on your headstone, won't it?

Anyway, they told me at the scan. Provisionally. Migraine.

They do a brain scan, they book you in with a neurosurgeon,

and they ask you to bring somebody with you...for a migraine?

Do you think I came up the Clyde on a bike?

Thanks for putting my mind at rest.

Look, it probably is fine.

-Aye.

-But you should make sure. I'll drive you up there if you want.

No, you're fine. Cassie should be there.

So, you're going to tell her?

Anything to keep you off my back.

They probably want to just let you know

that they've actually found a brain. Now, beat it!

-You all right?

-Fine.

You don't look it, you're as white as a sheet.

Thanks.

I was hoping to bump into your son.

-Stevie?

-Well, I know where to find Bob.

What are you looking for him for?

-Personal.

-Is that what they call it these days?

We've got friends in common.

I don't doubt it.

Would you maybe just let him know I'm wanting a word with him?

Tell him yourself, he's in the Oyster having his breakfast.

Thanks.

His bark's worse than his bite, by the way.

Glad to hear it.

Suzie. You got a minute?

Yeah, what can I do for you?

This is everywhere I've applied for jobs. I could only do part time,

what with my studies, but it's better than nothing.

That's quite a list.

I just want you to know that I'm doing all I can

to try and repay my rent.

I don't want you to think that I'm taking your generosity for granted.

I wouldn't think that.

Because I know you could easily rent my room out to someone else

for more money.

Well, yes, but...

So this is just a wee thank you.

I can't accept these.

After everything you've done for me, this is the least I can do.

Jules...

it's not fair to allow you to think that I'm doing this out of

the goodness of my heart.

What do you mean?

You see, your rent is actually being paid by someone.

Sorry?

I promised not to say anything,

but I'm just worried he's getting himself into difficulty over it.

Wait, who's been paying my rent?

Alasdair. Alasdair Quinn.

Perhaps you should give your chocolates to him.

Thanks for helping me out, I owe you one.

It's no trouble, I'm not at the surgery today.

What am I thinking?

You shouldn't be carrying that - you might be pregnant.

I'm fine.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I hated when people did that to me.

-Have you taken the test yet?

-No.

-Everything OK?

-Yeah, I'm just being stupid.

Cassie, what if I'm not...

Caught! Standing about gabbing. Less chat, more work.

Angus! I thought you had a shift at the garage?

-I told Bob you needed me here.

-So, you're feeling better?

-So, how are you, Kim?

-Yeah. Fine.

Any news?

Not yet.

It's all Bob talks about, I think he'd love triplets.

Right, I better get on, this place won't do itself.

I won't have a headache tonight, that's a promise.

Hey!

Since Angus is back, you know I can spare you if you want to go and...

you know...

Yeah. OK.

Don't be so nervous. We're all behind you.

Thanks, Cassie.

Good luck.

Do you mind if I sit here?

It's a free country. I'm just leaving, anyway.

You're Stevie, aren't you?

Depends whose asking.

Right. Robbie. Robbie Fraser - we met at the Tall Ship.

Oh, yeah. I thought I knew your face. Can I do something for you?

No, I'm just here, having my coffee.

Is that right, aye?

I heard that...

I was wondering if you might be able to...

help me out.

What's that supposed to mean?

I don't normally do this.

I can see that.

But I'm desperate.

I'm listening.

I...

hurt my back, a couple of weeks ago,

and the doctor gave me painkillers.

I don't need your whole life story, Robbie,

if you'll just get to the point.

Only now I've run out.

I'm still in agony, and, um...

I wondered if you could...

Who do you think you are?

What?

I'm sitting here minding my own business,

and you come over and you ask me that?

I didn't mean to offend you.

No, you just thought, I'll ask the guy who's been away for dealing.

Maybe he can score me what I need?

When you say it like that, it does sound bad.

But I'm not asking for smack or...

Same difference. Both illegal. Both carry a prison sentence.

-You been to jail, aye?

-No.

-Do you want to go?

-No.

Well, you're going about it the wrong way, pal.

Please, Stevie. I wouldn't ask but I'm dying.

Why should I help you?

Because I've got nowhere else to go.

Please.

Bottom line...

..I don't do this any more. It's a one time thing.

You're in withdrawal, I know how that feels.

What? I don't think so.

Well, you lie to yourself if you want, but don't lie to me.

I've seen it too many times.

Sorry.

If I do this for you, you owe me. Do you understand?

Thank you, Stevie. Thank you so much.

And this is totally between you and me.

I promise.

I'll find you. Don't come looking for me.

Oh, Alasdair, look at this.

Oh, now, I think that might be worth something.

Come on, Alasdair, you'll know, you always know.

If I won it in a lucky bag I'd give it back.

Settle this now, Alasdair. Is that an antique or not?

Come along, Fiona Bruce.

Alasdair?

Oh, I'm sorry, Liz. I'm afraid Molly's right.

It's a run of the mill, production line piece of pottery.

No markings to suggest otherwise.

We'd be lucky to get 50p for it.

And if you ask me, it's rather common.

-I'd give 50p to get rid of it.

-Common?

What about this? Now, listen, is that worth a few bob?

Maybe.

-It's gold.

-Do you think?

-Look at it.

No, Molly, gold-plated.

It has a hallmark.

Yes, but I'm not sure it's an authentic one.

Oh, honestly, Alasdair. Crooks and conmen everywhere you turn.

It might be worth something. Good find, ladies.

I'll put it on display in the shop.

Alasdair Quinn is paying your rent? Why?

I've got no idea.

Well, he obviously wants something in return.

I don't think I'm his type.

Well, old duffers need loving too, you know.

Frankie!

Think of it as help the aged!

Stop it! You're being ridiculous.

Look, if he's daft enough to be paying your rent for you,

why don't you just keep quiet about it?

I would.

Because I'm not you. I'm going to have to ask him.

Be gentle, Jules.

You don't want him having a heart attack on you.

It should be over there, in that corner.

Oh! A visit from the landlord already.

What, are the neighbours complaining or something?

Actually, I need to cancel our lunch, something's come up.

-Oh, what?

-Nothing.

Somebody was in here looking for you earlier.

And am I supposed to take a guess?

I think you don't need to guess, I think you know who it is.

I'm not 15, Maw, you don't get to stick your nose in my business.

Oh, so there is business, I knew it.

I'm just doing him a favour.

Aye, well, just be careful.

Of what?

He's got a bit of a reputation.

It's not going to be any worse than mine, is it?

As a party boy. The clubbing scene. All that stuff.

You know what I mean?

See, if you've got something to say, will you just say it.

Things are going really good for you the now, Stevie.

That's all I'm saying.

I'm a big boy, Ma, I can look after myself.

-See you after.

-See you.

Jules.

You need to tell me what's going on.

I know about the money.

What?

Suzie told me.

Suzie?

She told me you're paying my rent.

She wasn't going behind your back. She just thought...

Oh! Yes! You're right. She's right.

I have indeed been paying your rent.

But why?

Does it matter?

Someone's paying my rent and it's all hush-hush with Suzie,

and I'm just supposed to accept that?

Think of it as a helping hand.

I'm not a charity case, Alasdair.

I know.

But some of us are on a more sound financial footing than others.

What are you, some sort of secret millionaire?

Amandeep, how can I help you?

Black Sabbath, Master Of Reality 1971,

fully embossed and laminated with a picture sleeve.

Sorry?

The record box I brought in earlier. I need it back.

Are you trying to take back your donation?

Can I?

We sold a few LPs this morning...

but we can always have a look.

-Meet me in the Ship later, I'm not letting this go.

-Right. OK.

I loved Black Sabbath. Mob Rules was a particular favourite of mine.

Cassie, have you got a minute?

Does it look like I have a minute?

It's important.

Of course it is, sometimes I'm so stupid.

Are you winking at me?

You're my wife, I like winking at you.

Oh, OK. OK.

Look, I wasn't going to say anything,

but between me and you, Kim's going to take the pregnancy test.

You're still OK with it, aren't you?

Aye, of course I am.

That's what you wanted to talk about, right?

Don't do anything stupid, Amber.

I don't know where he is...where Charlotte is.

I have to do something.

-I can do something.

-If you haven't already!

Excuse me?

Hey.

Sorry, I feel like I'm suffocating in this flat.

Well, we don't want anybody to know you're here, do we?

I was sitting at the window, a little bird flew on to the ledge.

It was beautiful.

I just want some fresh air.

I cannae let you take that chance.

Just five minutes?

Five minutes is all it takes.

Why are you doing this for me?

Don't ask, just accept, that's best.

-No other reason?

-No other reason.

It's so warm in here.

What's this game, eh?

This is what you want, isn't it?

Believe me, darling, if that's what I wanted, I'd have made a move

a long time ago.

I don't understand. This is how I...

Yeah, well. Understand this.

I'm not interested in you in that way, not at all.

I want to help you, and if it means getting up the nose of your employer

at the same time, then, all the better.

But this?

No.

Come on, go make some coffee.

Everything all right?

I was sick this morning, and then again, half an hour ago,

comes in waves.

Told you that macaroni and cheese was out of date.

No, Bob. Think!

Think? About what?

Kim! You all right?

I'm fine. But I'm going to do a test.

-I just wondered if you wanted to be there with me.

-Aye.

Maybe there's some part of this process

when I can actually be useful.

What's up?

Nothing.

Don't "nothing" me, it's something, what?

What if I'm not pregnant?

You will be.

I don't want to let everyone down.

Hey, don't put that kind of pressure on yourself, all right?

We'd just do it all again next month.

We'll see.

Let's not worry until we know the results, all right?

So, when are we going to do the test?

I was supposed to be at the Pop-Up all day, but Angus is there now.

Angus is at the Pop-Up?

Yeah, so we can do it any time.

I don't believe him.

OK, this is it, let's do it now.

There's something I've got to do. It's urgent.

More urgent than this?!

Aye, mega urgent.

So, how is your sugar daddy? Sorry, sugar grand-daddy.

Strange.

Yeah, and tell me something I don't know.

No, seriously, Frankie. I'm worried.

Yeah, well, I would be too if some old coffin dodger

was trying to get me into bed.

So, did he admit to the rent?

In a round about way.

It was weird, he cut off the conversation when AJ walked in.

I knew it. He's grooming you!

Don't be ridiculous!

Then what's with all the secrecy, then?

It's a long-term strategy, Jules. All those lunches.

The New Year's party. Sofa for the night?

Bit of home-made sherry and Bob's your uncle!

-It's not funny, Frankie.

-I know! It's hilarious!

No, I think he's in some sort of trouble.

Maybe he's money laundering. Maybe the charity shop's a front.

Sure. Alasdair Capone - the big time Shieldinch gangster.

Maybe he's a serial killer.

Alasdair Quinn, the Cravat Killer, lures his victims

into a false sense of utter boredom, recites Shakespeare at them

as they desperately try to escape the charity shop.

Stop it, Frankie. What if something IS wrong?

I need to speak to him.

Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

That doesn't leave much.

No, it doesn't, but gyrating with a geriatric, that certainly is one.

What the hell are you playing at?

Sh!

I take it that means you haven't told her?

I tried, but...

Hey! Thank you so much, by the way, Bob.

I hope you weren't too snowed under without him.

No bother, it was a dawdle...

wee Fiesta, seen better days,

-one lady driver.

-Cool.

Now you're getting me to lie to your wife, too.

You're no' very good at it.

No, I'm no'.

Look, by the time I got back here, I felt much better.

Aye, until next time. What's the big deal?

You said it was nothing.

I'm not daft, Bob.

You could have fooled me.

I might not like what he's got to say.

All the more reason to tell Cassie and get her to go with you.

I don't want to worry her.

HE SIGHS

Do you want me to go with you?

If I say no, is there any chance you're going to give it a rest?

No, cos I don't trust you not to do a runner.

Look, we'll go, get the all-clear,

and then we can go out and celebrate.

What am I going to tell her?

Cassie, I'm really sorry about this,

but I'm going to have to drag Angus away.

What?

I need to see a man about a dog, and I need Angus with me.

A man about a dog?

Aye.

What kind of dog?

A big one.

OK, just hurry back. Please.

Cheers.

Let's go.

I love you, Cassie.

Don't bring a dog back home with you.

What? Eh, OK.

Shoo, shoo!

No, seriously. I love you.

Guilty conscience alert!

If you've purchased a poodle, I am not responsible.

Let's just stay in tonight, this place can run without us.

Are you crazy? No, it can't.

And you better be here for the open mic or else.

Just you and me.

Are you having, like, an early life crisis or something?

You've got no evidence that Fraser's disappeared with Charlotte.

Where are they, then?

Unless you've proof of that, I'd advise you not to say it.

So I just say nothing while he gets further and further away

with my daughter?

Child abduction is defined as taking a child under 16

away from the person who usually cares for them

and has parental responsibility for them, without getting their consent.

Exactly.

Fraser has been Charlotte's primary care-giver since she was born.

Whose side are you on?

I'm trying to give you some advice.

You can apply to the Family Court for an Emergency Care Order

to have Charlotte returned to your care.

-What are we waiting for?

-And they'd have to decide whether

that's in the child's best interests.

-Well, that's obvious, isn't it?

-To you, yeah.

But you've served a sentence for culpable homicide, remember that.

Am I not allowed to move on from the mistakes of my past?

Of course you are,

but they're still going to be taken into consideration.

Amber, don't do anything stupid.

You sound just like my dad!

You all right?

Aye.

I've been here before.

In a past life, were you Florence Nightingale?

Shut it.

You sure you're all right?

No.

But it's nothing. They said it themselves.

They did, didn't they?

Angus.

You were nipping my head.

I had to tell you something to shut you up.

So, what did they tell you?

Nothing.

Look, it might still all be all right.

-Do you think?

-I know.

Mr Lindsay?

There's your change, darling. Thanking you. Come back, now!

Oh! Don't often see you in here.

Needs must.

Pity your son couldn't have got you one of them. He was in earlier.

Was he, indeed?

Didn't buy anything, mind.

Why did he come in, then?

He was asking where he could find our Stevie.

Really?

-What's so surprising about that?

-Nothing. Nothing at all.

What? You don't think they're firing into each other, do you?

I beg your pardon?!

Aye... I mean, they're not right for each other.

I couldn't agree more. You seem to know a lot about it.

Call it a mammy's intuition.

Thanks for the mammy's intuition,

mine tells me to mind my own business.

So, we have the results of your MRI scans,

along with a plan of action.

It runs in the family.

I'm sorry?

My Uncle Davie.

He had the same symptoms.

You didn't mention this before.

No. Sorry.

Look, let's just concentrate on your own situation...

We went to see him every Saturday in hospital after his operation.

You never told me that.

He lasted 18 months.

Mr Lindsay, what the tests suggests is that...

Brain cancer.

-Well, we can't be sure.

-Is that it?

Mr Lindsay,

the MRI scan shows that you have a tumour on your brain.

Have you seen Angus?

No, sorry. Not since this morning.

Thought he would have been back by now.

Everything ready for tonight?

As we'll ever be.

What can I get you?

Can I have a soy milk cappuccino, half-caf-half-decaf,

extra hot, with a dash of cinnamon?

Yeah, it's Shieldinch, not San Francisco.

-Coffee...

-I'm kidding. Coming right up.

You OK?

Yeah. Fine.

Any news?

Nothing.

You're not pregnant?

No, I mean, I don't know.

I want to wait for Bob.

Of course.

We'll just have to keep the champagne on ice

for a little bit longer.

And I'll be the only one not drinking it.

-The joys of being the expectant mum.

-Yeah.

And if it doesn't go your way... our way,

then we'll just try again.

So everyone keeps telling me.

One coffee at the ready.

I gotta get that.

What's the treatment? Chemo?

Not initially.

The first step is investigative surgery,

which is invasive and does have its own risks.

-There are no guarantees...

-Guarantee of success.

The sooner we can start, the better.

But you don't have any definite answers, do you?

No, I'm sorry.

I really can't do this right now.

-Hey.

-Hi. Are you going to marry Bob?

Eh, I don't know.

He's not very good at it, you know.

Thanks for telling me.

I mean, he might be good at it with you.

What makes you say that?

Well, when you're together,

it's like he's a cartoon puppy with love hearts sticking out his ears.

And you've seen that, have you?

Not in real life, no, because he's not really a cartoon character,

and the only thing that comes out of his ears is wax.

Right.

Do you want anything from the shop?

-No, thanks.

-OK.

You knew...

Been searching the internet all week.

Could be benign...

..malignant...

..terminal...

Terminal?

Like my uncle.

Angus...

Right now, my abnormal brain cells are multiplying for Scotland.

Good job you've only got a couple then, eh?

Two more than you, then, eh?

I don't know what you're greetin' for. This is all your fault.

What? Where did that come from?

I would have had a perfectly normal day if you hadn't made me come here.

You had to find out some time.

Maybe I didn't want to.

-Are you actually serious?

-No.

If it wasn't for you, right now, I would not have a brain tumour.

You'd still have the tumour - you just wouldn't know about it.

And we'd all be better off for it!

I'm glad you're here.

What about your ma and da and your wee sister, are you telling them?

Not until I know what I'm telling them.

We'll get through this, mate.

-We?

-Aye. You, me, Cassie...

-She's not to know.

-You need to tell her.

What if it was the other way about?

Well, it isn't, and it's my business.

She'll find out eventually.

Eventually, aye. But not yet.

Not the now.

So, what now?

Pop-Up.

-The Pop-Up?

-Nothing's changed, except that I know about it.

Are you with me?

Aye.

Good.

If you start greeting, you're on your own.

Fraser, it's Amber.

I don't have the energy to play games any more.

Look, you must know by now that I'm not going to give up on Charlotte.

So I need to know where you are, and that she's OK.

SHE SIGHS

I want to settle this amicably, but if you keep ignoring me...

All I'm saying is that I'm finished with courts and lawyers

and everything else. So... phone me.

Sorry, I didn't mean to pry.

No, don't worry.

May I? I just came to get my jumper.

Yeah, of course.

Are you feeling any better?

Not really.

My dad's just trying to do the right thing by you.

I know.

I think he tries to do the right thing by you, too.

What does that mean?

You're his daughter, he loves you, it's so obvious.

Well, appearances can be deceptive.

No, it's true.

Yeah, well, there's a lot going on.

But at least you have that.

Your life looks very nice to me.

I hope things work out with your daughter.

A double vodka?

I'll not be the one carrying you out of here.

Take a chill pill.

(I thought you already had.)

So this is where you're hiding.

Anyone would think that you were ignoring me.

Alasdair is avoiding me, he stood me up.

I need to see him.

Hobnobbing with a pensioner? And I don't mean tea and biscuits.

Stop it, Frankie, something is going on with him.

He's cutting off our conversations,

it's like he's trying to get rid of me.

I need to confront him.

You need this.

So, have you got everything you need?

Protection, defibrillator, jump leads?

Grow up, Frankie.

Some people are into that, grannies and grandads and stuff.

I hope nothing ever happens to you, and you need someone.

Because there won't be a big queue to help you.

Pint?

A pint? I thought we were going to the Pop-Up?

Changed my mind.

Angus, your head's all over the place.

Course it is... I've got a brain tumour.

Are you sure you should be drinking?

Aye, because, do you know what?

Who knows how long I'll be able to do it.

-You'll have loads of time.

-How do you know?

-Cos I know.

-Oh, well, everything's fine, then.

Look, what do you want me to say?

Just don't tell me lies, all right?

All right.

-So what now?

-Dunno.

I think I might head into town and get measured for my funeral suit.

I'm just going to wear an old one, nobody'll see it.

Why change the habits of a lifetime?

Listen to Bob Versace there.

I wish there was something I could do.

Look, mate, you're doing what I need you to.

Come on, I'm dying of thirst.

Sorted.

Right, who wants what? I'm buying.

What, did you win the lottery?

Lottery? Couldn't have put it better myself. What you having?

I'll have a cherry cider with a twist of lemon.

Pint of lager, thanks.

-Not for me, thanks.

-Suit yourself.

And two bottles of lager, and whatever you're having, Robbie.

-Did you start early?

-Only live once.

Are you all right, pal?

For God's sake, Pete, just drink your free drink and shut up.

Take it easy, mate. C'mon.

I've got a good mind to give him his drink back.

Aye, I'll do the same.

Let's not be hasty.

You'll do anything for a free drink.

Within reason.

All right, boys? How's the two brains of Britain?

You not wait till you're invited?

Just catching up with my wee brother.

Now's not a good time, Stevie.

-So, on your way.

-Have you got a problem?

Aye, you!

Stevie. Do me a favour.

Don't think much of your mate.

I don't think much of you.

Don't push it, pal.

I'm a lot of things today, but your pal isn't one of them.

-Guys.

-Do you want a doing?

-What's his problem?

-I'm not scared of anything, right!

Angus!

Enough! Both of you! Bob, get him out of here.

Waste not, want not.

What was that all about?

Your guess is as good as mine.

That's not like Angus.

I always seem to attract the nutters.

It was the same when I was inside.

-Prison?

-I'm not hiding anything.

I never said that you were.

I know that people will never accept me.

What people?

-People round here.

-I'm from round here.

So is Angus and all the rest of them.

HE LAUGHS

What do you want? A sympathy card?

You're all heart.

Yeah, I am, actually.

Be careful what you wish for.

And I thought I had bad chat up lines.

Well, I'm out of practice.

PILLS RATTLE

Music to my ears.

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

It'll be fine.

I should apologise.

Don't worry. I'll speak to him.

I'm behaving like an idiot.

How do you know the difference?

Very funny. Bob, I don't know how to deal with this.

I need to do something.

Look, if you want to be mental, be mental, I don't care.

What are you doing?

I bet you I can still hot wire this in ten seconds.

What?

Come on. How much?

A tenner?

That's ten seconds already, mate.

ENGINE TURNS OVER

Come on, that's nearly five minutes.

I can't even do that.

That one came in this morning...

with a flat battery.

THEY LAUGH

Bob, I'm terrified.

So am I, mate.

I should get going.

No, stay.

Keep me company - I don't want you getting into any more trouble.

Very funny.

Don't worry. It happens to us all. I was my ex-husband's punchbag.

Never trust a polis.

Especially not that one.

I just attract trouble all the time.

Send out all the wrong signals.

When I was inside, I was just trying to keep my head down.

I got told that I've got "one of those faces."

Ended up in solitary for my own protection.

Why are you telling me all this?

I don't know.

HE LAUGHS

Aye, you do.

Cheers.

"Wha's like us?"

"Gey few..."

I'll say it if you don't.

"And they're a' deid."

To my Uncle Davie.

He was the same age as me.

Life and soul, he was.

Ended up getting fed through tubes...

..kept alive by machines.

He didn't even know his own wife.

I don't know what to say, mate.

She got over him pretty quickly.

Shacked up with his pal three months after the funeral.

People react differently.

Who do you think Cassie will shack up with when I'm dead?

Don't be stupid.

That's never going to happen.

Gonnae please listen to me?

Mind earlier, in the hospital, I said I'd been here before?

Aye, Florence, so what?

I was talking about Deek.

What? When he died?

Aye.

Is that supposed to cheer me up?

No, it's meant to make you think, mate.

Deek didn't have a choice. You do. You've got to fight this.

And that starts by telling your wife.

Ah, Jules. I am so sorry...

I've had enough of the interruptions.

And now you've stood me up.

I need to know what's going on?

Are you in some sort of trouble?

I'm simply trying to repay a debt.

To Suzie?

Not a financial debt.

I don't know what you mean.

I was once a teacher. Many years ago...

..a boy reached out to me for help, and I didn't listen.

What happened to him?

He was never the same, not as a child, not as an adult.

I helped to ruin his life.

You were involved?

Good God, no, no. But I just didn't listen.

His mother blamed me, because I did nothing, said nothing.

But I've been putting this off, out of fear.

I was married then and that brought its own problems.

I may have been going through

some sort of mental breakdown at the time. I don't know.

I don't mean to be rude, Alasdair,

but I don't see what this has got to do with me.

I tried to move on, but she wouldn't let it go.

It ruined all our lives.

She died a few weeks ago, unresolved, bitterly unhappy.

So I decided to do something.

-Which is paying my rent?

-It's not about the money.

Jules, I know how it feels to have nobody in your corner.

I can't allow you to keep paying for me.

I won't see you homeless, Jules.

It would mean a great deal to me to be able to help.

And if it eases my conscience,

I might even be able to sleep at night.

Once I get a job, I'll pay you back every penny.

But, until then, we carry on as is?

You need to get off them, you know.

I'd have thought somebody like you would have been snapped up ages ago.

HE LAUGHS

Snapped up and spat out. Too many times.

Scars?

It's just not very nice being told that you're too old...

past it...

..and worse.

What is it?

It was just a surprise, that's all.

Surprises are good.

I don't like surprises.

Well, maybe you'll learn to.

So, where are we?

Tell you where I'm meant to be - the Pop-Up.

You cannae MC an open mic night after today.

I promised Cassie.

Angus, forget about MC-ing! You need to talk to her about this!

What is it about not telling her?

You reckon she'll thank you for wakening up one morning

to find you lying in bed, dead, beside her?

If she thinks I'm going to die, why would she stick around?

She's got nobody else, Bob. No family.

Nothing.

So that's what this has all been about?

I might have to face this without her.

Do you not even know your wife?! Cassie loves you.

Obviously much more than you realise.

You've already been through loads,

and she hasn't done a runner, has she?

No.

Then trust her. She trusts you. And she loves you...

..enough to let you be the father of my child.

Is Kim pregnant?

I don't know.

When I die...

WHEN you die?

If I'm on the road out,

it would be good to know that I'm leaving something behind.

Do you not even want to see your child?

Is that not worth the risk?

Will you look after Cassie for me?

Always. But you cannae do all this on your own.

OK.

I'll just need to try and find the right moment.

There's never a right moment.

All right. The now. Come on.

What's up?

Nothing, darling.

Is Stevie going to stick around, Mum?

I hope so.

He's not going back to jail, is he?

No, he's just made some mistakes in the past.

But he was a good boy. Still is.

Do you worry about him?

It's a mammy's job - to worry about all her weans.

I worry about you.

Do you?

Sometimes.

Thanks, I think.

Still no answer.

The natives are getting restless.

Same here. Where's Kevin?

-At the bar.

-What are you going to do?

I'm going to have to cancel.

The punters will not be happy.

Where the hell is he?

Men? Don't get me started.

I won't, I promise.

-All talk and no action.

-Oh...you've started.

They're only good for one thing, and they're not even very good at that.

You think you've found your very own superhero,

and he turns out to be the Invisible Man.

What? What are you looking at me like that for?

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,

and welcome to the open mic night at the Pop-Up.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Now, I know I'm not what you were expecting...

either that or Angus Lindsay has got seriously good looking.

I'm only joking, right let's get this night started,

We've got our first turn-up here,

it's local lassie, you all know her, it's Laura Conway!

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Kim...

Where have you been, Bob?

I can explain.

Don't. I need to tell you something... It didn't work.

What?

I'm not pregnant.

I was at the hospital.

At the hospital? Are you all right?

It's not me. It's Angus.

What's wrong with him?

I cannae tell you.

-What?

-Not yet.

Why not?

It needs to come from Angus, all right?

Does Cassie know?

You're not pregnant?

He's going to need us.

We're going to need each other.

I drew this picture for Stevie, because he gave me my necklace.

-You can stay over if you want?

-No complications, eh?

-Who's complicated?

-I'll call you.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Well done, Laura. OK, it's time for our next turn,

it's Steven Buchanan!

APPLAUSE

Cassie, can you please stop walking away from me...

-I've got something to tell you.

-Yeah!

-Like, where you've been all day?

-Me and Bob...

-Yeah, you and Bob, getting into fights at the pub?

-Please...

I'm up to my eyes in it, and you go out drinking!

Oh, hangover kicking in? You're getting no sympathy from me.

Welcome back. Enjoy your bro-mantic day out?

-Have you told her?

-Has he told me what?

-Angus! God!

-Someone phone an ambulance.

-Angus!

-Kim! Please help him.

-Let's get him on his side.

-Bob! What is it? What's wrong with him?

He's got a brain tumour, Cassie.

You look dreadful.

I'm an addict. I can spot the signs a mile off.

What are you doing?!

I've been where you are. And it doesn't end well.

We didn't even know you were seeing somebody.

Why don't you invite him round tonight for a drink?

Sounds good to me.

She's ruined my life.

You're not a criminal.

My mum was right to kick you out.

-This is my home.

-Not any more, hen.

My best mate's dying, and I cannae have a baby with the woman I love.

I'm not having the surgery.

-You're just going to give up before we even start?

-There is no "we."

If we do this, we never talk about it.