01/11/2011 River City

I came down to see my friend Lenny Murdoch, and here's Vivien McCabe in town,

with a score to settle over her brother.

-There's something funny about her and that policeman. Know what I reckon?

-No, Jack,

-but I'm sure you'll tell me.

-I think she's one of these protected women.

Done a runner, some bloke's after her.

Get away from me! What do you think you're doing?

-What?

-I don't want anything to do with you,

when will you get that into your thick head?

Well? What's Lenny been up to?

Running a taxi business.

-Nothing else?

-No.

-I'm disappointed.

-Get someone else then.

-But we're made for each other.

-Do you think this is easy?

-Scamming Lenny or working for me?

-It won't just fall into our laps.

-The word is Lenny's a player again.

-At what, basketball?

Dope, smack more than likely.

Who with?

Well, if I knew that, I wouldn't need you, would I?

So, should I just ask him who supplies his heroin?

Listen closely to what he says to anyone else,

-especially if he takes a phone call.

-I'll remember.

-See? You are getting the hang of this.

-Are we done?

Yes, thank you.

Can you not get the new girl to do that?

-Oh, hiya. Frances isn't in today.

-Eh? She's just started.

Hayley's gave her the day off, as far as I know.

Day off? What's all that about?

-Hiya, could I have a word, please?

-You can have two.

Hmm. Um, Robbie, can you get us some coffees?

Hey, I brought some in.

Well, I would rather have a chai latte. Robbie?

Sure. No problem.

Something wrong?

Frances has made a complaint about you.

-She's been her two minutes, she's making comp...

-She says that you've been...

..sexually harassing her.

-Are you serious?

-Touching her...inappropriately.

Hayley, that's utter crap. She's lying.

-Why would she lie about that?

-I haven't a clue. I don't know her, YOU don't even know her.

Jack, I run a business, I can't just ignore this.

Let's confront her. Let's see her now. I'm all for that.

-No, that's not a good idea.

-Well, I do. I know it's a fantasy.

-No, look I will speak to her myself later. Let's just leave it at that.

-Hayley, this is ab...

Hiya, Susan. Robbie's just stepped out for a wee minute.

How are you? Are you well? Good, good.

How many times do I have to bloody well tell you, I don't take sugar!

-I'm really sorry.

-You're sorry?

Not as sorry as I am that I ended up in this dump.

Don't bother, take it away. I'll make my own.

And tell the director I want to see her, tout suite.

Now go.

Hello, Mum. Everything OK?

"The Hilton of care homes," you said.

The doss house of dementia, more like.

Nice to see you too(!)

At least you have a lovely room.

Where I have to stay most of the time so I don't get

-trapped by some doddery, old fart.

-Tea? Milk, no sugar, right?

-So, what's the story?

-No story. Mother, I'm visiting you.

Hmm!

-Finished?

-Mmmm, it's too much.

-There you go, darling

-That's enough to feed an army!

-Ah, come on, just a wee bit, please,

to keep your strength up?

I'm strong and I'm stuffed, and I need to get to work.

-You have it.

-Aye, alright.

Can't wait to see the scan photo.

-Neither can I, I was only pretending I saw something the last time.

-Bob!

Well, I just hope this little one is not as big as you were.

You nearly killed me.

But I was worth it.

-You were, sweetheart.

-Bye.

-Bye.

-See you later.

-Bob?

-What?

-Don't eat all that.

No, no, no, I'll not.

BOTH LAUGH COYLY

When I saw Lenny at the funeral, I thought,

"I'll do anything for revenge."

But, now that I'm on it... it's proving a bit tricky.

How do you mean, "tricky"?

Lenny Murdoch has got to be the wariest guy I've ever come across.

You say good morning and you see the cogs start whirring.

-"What's she after?"

-We had an agreement.

-I know.

I'll sort him out, don't you worry. But...

..it'll take time.

And I've been thinking...

..maybe we could box clever on this one.

I'm listening.

Well, the cops are desperate to put Lenny away again, and-

-You've spoken to the cops?

-No.

It's the word on the street. I've been asking around.

McCabes do not cut deals with cops. You get me?

-I'm not suggesting that, I just thought there might-

-Ever!

OK. OK.

-You taking cold feet?

-No. It's not that.

-Mum, my brother's not long dead and-

-I don't need reminding.

Well, that's why the thought of cosying up to Lenny Murdoch makes me sick to my stomach.

If it gets us what we want, then it's worth it.

It's not you that has to do it.

I let him kiss me and I felt more like spitting in his eye.

If I was your age and had your looks, I wouldn't hesitate.

-You want to avenge your brother?

-I do.

Then you'll stop at nothing. We agreed, prison wasn't enough.

That we need to take Lenny Murdoch apart piece by piece

and make him wish he'd never been born.

Think of every kiss as a nail in that rat's coffin.

That'll help you get over it.

You know it's about what happens next. That's what I can't stomach.

Come on, don't give me that! You're a beautiful woman, don't tell me

you haven't used those looks to get what you wanted before now.

-This isn't like that.

-Well, pretend it is.

Listen, Vivian, I won't be around much longer.

Help me die a happy woman.

I'll keep you posted.

You do that.

I don't understand, he knew we had to be there by 11.

Look, don't worry, I'm sure he'll be here soon.

Why don't I call you a cab in the meantime?

Then Bob can follow on.

OK.

That's fine, Helen. Yeah, I'll see you then.

OK, Thursday at two.

Frances.

Frances, hold on.

Sexual harassment? What are you playing at?

I'm not a woman to be ignored.

-I warned you to lay off, you wouldn't.

-I made a pass at you, how's that sexual harassment?

-Why is it guys think that?

-Think what?

-That a woman's not a sport if she objects to being groped.

-But I didn't.

-You violated me. I should've reported you to the police.

-Frances, why are you doing this? This is insane.

-Get out of my way!

-No. You're going to talk me about this whether you want to or not.

-Leave me alone.

Stay away from me!

Hayley, I'm being set up here. Can you not see that?

Jack, you're suspended as of now. Don't come back to the salon.

Hayley, please.

AMBULANCE SIREN

-Tatiana O'Hara?

-My husband, he's not here yet.

Could someone else go before me?

OK. Aileen McDonald?

-HE PANTS

-Is Tattie here?

She left in a taxi about 20 minutes ago. Did you not get her message?

I was on the subway. I couldn't get a signal. Oh, jeez.

-Bob, I can call you a cab.

-No, it's all right.

-Whoa, where's the fire?

-Oh, Jimmy, Tatiana's waiting for her scan.

I was meant to go with her, but I was late,

I went to town, I lost track of time.

I was on the subway, couldn't get signal-

All right, calm down, big man. It'll be all right. Listen, I'll take you there.

Oh, you're a lifesaver Jimmy.

I'm going to have to charge you, though.

-Oh, that's fine, aye.

-Bob, I'm joking.

-Oh!

-Come on, get in, we'll be there in no time.

I don't know her, Jack, but I think I know you well enough. Of course I believe you.

Thanks. I make no bones about it, I did fancy her,

but she wasn't interested and I just let it go.

You know, maybe you have to stand back and take a clean look at this.

-Maybe this Frances woman's not acting alone?

-I don't get you.

Maybe this is Hayley finally getting her own back for...you know, us?

I thought about that,

but I still don't know why she'd believe Frances.

Well, maybe Hayley's more resentful than you know.

Thanks, Gina, I'd better be going.

-Oh, Jack, it's OK.

-I'll see you later.

Jack's in trouble. I was just giving him some advice.

Gina, I actually couldn't care less. I just want a cappuccino.

Oh, Tattie, I'm sorry! I've had a complete nightmare.

Oh, I've left a bag in Jimmy's car.

Get it later, it's OK. Now calm down.

I knew you'd make it. I let someone else go before me.

You're here, and that's all that matters, everything's fine now.

Thanks, Tattie.

I can't wait to see the scan. It's going to be amazing.

Is that it? Can we have a look?

When did you last feel your baby move, Mrs O'Hara?

Er, this morning?

Maybe not. Maybe it was during the night.

I can't remember exactly.

What's wrong?

Is there something wrong?

I'm afraid so.

I can tell from the scan, that there's no movement

and no heartbeat.

I'm very sorry to have to tell you this, but your baby's died.

-HE LAUGHS

-Died?

No, there must be something wrong with your machine.

Get a doctor... There must be something we can do.

-I'm truly sorry, Mr O'Hara.

-Get a doctor!

Yes, I will get a doctor,

but there's really nothing that can be done now.

I know this is really difficult for you, but I have to talk you through

the usual procedures and decisions you'll have to make

in these sad circumstances. Firstly, there's the induced birth.

What do you mean?

It means I'm given a drug to induce labour

and I give birth in the normal way.

But it's not a birth, it's...a death.

I'm sorry, Mr O'Hara, but that has to be the procedure.

-Do we get a birth certificate?

-I'm afraid not.

With a miscarriage before 24 weeks no birth certificate is issued

and for the same reason, no death certificate.

So, it's like our baby never existed?

Bob, please.

Will, um...

Will we able to see the baby after... after... Afterwards?

If you want to, yes. You can decide on the day.

If you don't want to, we can take photos for you

and we can even take plaster casts of hand and footprints.

-The decision's yours.

-Thanks.

-Here's my number.

Call me tomorrow and we can arrange a day for you to come in.

You know the industrial units, Yoker near the ferry? That's it.

It's number ten, there's no sign.

-PHONE RINGS

-Don't drive up to it, OK? Park around the corner.

and listen, don't call me on this phone again, OK?

I'll give you a different number when...

Call you back.

Sorry for interrupting, I'll go, let you get on...

No, no, go on. It can wait.

You seem to have a lot of spare time, thought you were working?

I'm not going to go in today.

-I've... I've got a problem at work.

-What kind of problem?

-No. I don't want to talk about it, really...

-Hey! Hey.

Sit down.

Sorry. Sorry, I didn't mean this to happen.

What is it?

It's Jack at the salon.

-He's been harassing me.

-What do you mean?

He's been... You know, he's been...

touching me. I told Hayley and she took it up with him

but, then this morning in the street, he grabbed me.

It was horrible!

Scumbag! Don't you worry, I'll sort this out, OK?

No, Lenny, it's not your problem. Hayley's been really supportive,

she's suspended him from work. Thanks. Thanks for your concern

but...we're going to deal with this together.

Good.

Hey...fancy that coffee now?

-Thanks! That would be nice.

-Got my machine, some beans.

And this'll put it on its feet, eh?

-Robbie, I thought I could count on you.

-Jack, this is so complicated.

It's not! You're either with me or you're against me. Which is it?

HE SIGHS Look, Hayley's been going on about shaking things up recently.

-And I don't know what that means.

-You lose your job, so it's better if I lose mine?

All right, all right. I know. You're piggy in the middle.

-But I'd still like to know what you make of Frances.

-She's a great stylist,

you've got to admit that. But...I don't like what she's done

and I can't help thinking, "What, am I next?"

I don't know.

-I've got to go, I've got a client due.

-Sure.

What you going to do?

Right now, I don't know, I really don't.

-Top up?

-No, I better not, I could get too used to this.

Feeling better?

Much better, thanks. Look, I should go now. Let you get on.

No, you're fine. In fact, Pleasant change, actually.

-Usually it's old Molly in here bad-mouthing everybody in Shieldinch.

-She's a character, eh?

-That's one way of putting it. Good informant, though.

-Yeah?

You want to know anything going on in Shieldinch, she's your woman.

Only problem is, once you get started, it takes about two hours.

-By her reckoning, everybody round here should have been droont at birth.

-Including you?

Not so much to my face, but I get these aches and pains. I'm sure there's a wax doll somewhere.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

-Take it if you need to.

-No, it's fine, honestly.

It was Jack. He's...he's been plaguing me all day.

-Is he intimidating you?

-I don't know what he wants, but he's scaring me.

Look, I've taken up enough of your time.

-A drink later?

-Yeah. Call me.

DOOR OPENS

Oh, Mum.

-I'm so sorry.

-I know. I know.

Tatiana, have a wee seat, darling.

What's this?

-Bob, you left that in my taxi earlier on.

-Mum, just leave it. Mum!

I'm sorry.

Right, I'll get the tea on. You can help me, ma.

Hey, Jack!

A wee word?

Sure, what is it?

Lenny!

How does it feel to be pawed, eh? Eh? You like it? Do you?

You go near her again... I'll kill you. You get it?

So, we've to decide when's best to go back in to the hospital,

for Tattie to get induced.

It's a terrible thing

and...I'm sure it's no much consolation for you the now, hen,

but...you've got all of us here to help you get through this.

Aye. We'll help you get through it, darling. You an' all, Bob.

Thank you.

It's not the kind of thing you forget easily,

but after a while, you do learn to live with it.

You just HAVE to learn to live with it...

And you're both young, that's the good thing. There'll be other chances

-and although you'll never forget...

-For god's sake, will you just shut up!

-Bob, please, don't be like that!

-I was just trying to help!

-Well you're no' helping. What could you possibly know about it?

-Take it easy, Bob.

Listen, you don't get to my age

without learning a thing or two about life, I was just...

Always have to the last bloody word don't you?

-I'm going for some fresh air.

-Bob! Bob, please come back!

I'm sorry, Molly. He shouldn't have said those things.

Don't worry about me, hen. I've been up to high doh since I heard

and I know it makes me rattle on and on. But....

You look done in.

I'm very tired.

Let's get you home for a wee lie down, c'mon.

-Mum!

-Tattie! Are you all right?

I'm fine, just a little dizzy.

Right, let's get her straight into my bed. Get the doctor.

No, please, Scarlett, no doctor, I'm OK. Please, I just need to lie down.

-Are you sure, Mum?

-Yeah. I'm sure, yes.

Jimmy, go find Bob.

Jack! What happened to you?

-I was in the right place at the wrong time.

-So who did this to you?

-Lenny Murdoch.

-Why?

For god's sake!

Frances must have told him her story about me.

That cow! So she's got Lenny Murdoch looking out for her?

Well, he's not going to get away with it.

-We'll phone the police and get him charged.

-No, don't!

If I get him charged, I'll be a dead man.

Swine. He's going to get his comeuppance one of these days, I swear.

Right, let's get you upstairs, and have a look at that, eh?

No, thanks, Gina, I better not. Murray and all that, you know.

Come on! No arguing.

All right?

Aye. You seen Big Bob?

Aye, he's through the back. Is there a problem?

It's just he looked a bit shaky.

-I'll tell you later, Raymond.

-OK.

I'm in the wrong, I know.

There's no right and wrong here.

I mean, Molly, she didn't mean any harm, it's just that people,

they don't know what to say when these things happen.

It's the aftermath, you know?

How to move on and deal with it and come to terms with it

And I'm just I'm not ready for that.

This morning I went to the hospital to see my baby

and now I'm planning a funeral?

I want it not to be true!

I want to wake up and discover it was a nightmare

and that none of it's happened.

There's no words of consolation here, Bob, I cannae pretend otherwise. But you're no' facing this alone.

I was watching Christina earlier on

and I think that's what was getting to me, you know.

She turned out perfect, so it cannae be anything wrong with Tattie.

-It must be me.

-Och, you don't know that, you might never know.

You cannae torment yourself with thoughts like that.

Bob, I came here to tell you, she's all right,

but after you left, Tattie had a wee funny turn...

-What?

-She's OK. She's lying down in our bedroom.

I shouldn't have left!

DOORBELL RINGS

-Expecting someone else?

-What do you want?

Not much of a welcome. Can I come in?

Thanks(!)

You're putting me in danger showing up here.

Don't worry, I'm a cop, I'm good at it.

-Hayley could come in at any moment.

-You're all right there.

It's late night at the salon, she's busy with a client.

Why are you here? We spoke this morning.

-You're not returning my calls.

-I'm not bloody well married to you!

I'll decide when to return your calls, thanks very much.

-So, making inroads with Lenny?

-Have you been following me?

What's going on with the hairdresser guy? Why you tormenting him?

-We don't get on.

-Why do I get the feeling that's not entirely his fault?

I couldn't imagine.

What I figure is, he's the fall guy to get you to Lenny, isn't he?

I don't know what you said to Mr Murdoch, but it seems to have worked.

-I don't know what you're talking about.

-Yeah?

Then how come Lenny made him stick the head on a wall after your little visit?

Your scheme seems to be working. We're making headway, eh?

What time you expecting Lenny?

Oh, by the way, did you tell your mum about our little arrangement?

My mother lost her son a month ago, or are you forgetting that?

I go to see her regularly. And she hates cops probably even more than I do.

-Let's hope she doesn't find out, eh?

-Get out.

Whatever you've hatched with your mother,

-remember we had a deal first.

-Out.

Good luck with Lenny. You take care now.

Hi, Lenny? It's me. Listen, I'm running a bit late.

Just out the bath. Could we give it half an hour?

Great. See you soon.

-Aah!

-C'mon, it needs cleaned out.

Are you gonnae be a brave soldier, or what?

-I'd be braver with more whisky.

-Here.

It's a cup of sweet tea you should be having.

-I could have been a contender.

-SHE LAUGHS

Cosy.

I was just going.

No, you were not, I'm not done with you yet.

Who did you annoy this time?

Look, you! Jack's been assaulted by Lenny Murdoch

and I'm just treating his injuries.

And see if you don't like it, you know what? Too bad!

-Murdoch hit you?

-Not exactly, he got a wall to hit me.

-Mind if join you?

-It's your whisky. Be my guest.

-Glass of wine?

-Yeah, cheers.

Listen, thanks again for being a shoulder to cry on.

Ach, broad shoulders, me.

And by the by, I don't think Jack'll be bothering you again.

-What happened?

-Let's just say we had words. He got the message.

-I'm in your debt.

-Cheers.

My knight in shining armour.

-Hayley might be back soon.

-So?

-Well, I don't want to give my new flatmate the wrong impression...

-You're a good girl?

Afraid not.

Are you feeling a wee bit better, Tattie?

-A little. I'm going to bed.

-That's the best thing for you.

-Me too.

-Oh, right. Well, goodnight, then.

-Goodnight.

-Goodnight.

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

No, I behaved like an idiot. I'm the one that should be sorry.

-Well, I mean, you are under a terrible strain.

-That's no excuse.

-Well, let's just put it behind us, OK?

-Aye.

Must say, Tattie's still looking a bit pale.

But how are you, son?

I've never felt more miserable in my whole life, Mum.

This isn't fair. Bob is a good man and this isn't fair!

Mum, you can't tell him now, it won't make things any better.

For him it will.

I can't bear to watch him torture himself.

I've done a terrible thing and I think I've been punished.

-No!

-Yes! And I deserve it.

Mum, please don't say that.

But Bob doesn't deserve to be punished too.

Don't you see this will punish him even more?

He has to know that this child, this...

dead child isn't his!

Mum, that won't help things, it really won't.

You know how I felt about this when I found out you were pregnant.

But I agreed that if you...

we wanted to make a life with Bob, then it's better that he never found out.

He lives with a liar.

He needs to know this.

If you tell him, It'll destroy him.

Hello, Frances?

Hi! Long day?

Aye, I'm knackered. Never mind, eh?

I've suspended Jack, he was out of order this morning.

I know, it was a bit scary, but let's talk about it later.

Right now, I want you to go and soak in a hot bath

-and while you're doing that, I'm going to fix us some dinner.

-You sure?

-Yeah, on you go!

-OK, thanks.

Look, Jack, if you're not going to go to the police, at least we should talk to Hayley.

She might think again about this Frances.

-Yes, we'd back you.

-Thanks, guys,

but that would only make sense if I was going to stay put.

-I've decided to move to London.

-Don't give into them, Jack.

Well, I've known for a while it's time to move on.

But the problem was, I like Shieldinch and... I'll miss everybody.

My boy's down south and, if I'm truthful, I've neglected him.

I'm not proud of that.

It's time to sort it out, become a grown-up.

I've put it off for too long.

That'll be great for your boy, Jack.

You want some of this, before we finish it?

Whisky? No. Got a bottle of wine in the fridge.

-Well, good luck in London.

-Thanks.

Jack definitely sees himself as God's gift to women.

Well, I would know all about that. I used to go out with him, till he two-timed me.

I don't get it. I mean, he's not exactly George Clooney, is he?

No, but he does have a way of charming women... for a while.

You see, I think he came on to me so strongly

because he just couldn't accept that I didn't fancy him.

I'm sacking him.

I'm going to get him to come into the salon in the morning. I need to do it face to face.

Are you sure that's what you want to do?

-I don't see any alternative, do you?

-Well, yeah. I mean, I could walk.

And if it made your life easier, then I'm willing to do that.

No, Frances, it's out of the question. Look, I'm disappointed, shocked, by Jack's behaviour,

and as much as I hate being in this position, I can't just ignore it.

-Are you sure?

-I am.

-Thank you.

MOBILE PHONE BEEPS

Jeezo!

Huh. Cannae wait(!)

HE BELCHES

-Feeling good?

-Do I look as bad as you?

My face feels like a well-skelped arse!

Well, you've been through the mill.

-Whose idea was the second bottle?

-Yours! You went out to get it.

Oh, aye, so I did.

I've been summonsed to the salon.

-You don't need to go in if you've decided to quit, surely?

-I think I do.

-Gina still asleep?

-Yeah.

-Tell her I said bye.

-I will.

Thanks for the bevvy. I enjoyed it.

So did I.

Hey, you're not leaving without saying goodbye to me, are you?

I thought you were still asleep, sorry.

Right, Jack, you take care of yourself, eh?

And good luck with your boy.

-Thanks.

-Oh, give her a hug, for god's sake!

I'm away.

Coffee?

Yeah, and a new brain!

I'm going to have a shower.

-This doesn't feel right, Molly.

-What?

-Mum insisted I should go to school,

-but I feel like I should stay with her.

-Don't you worry. Me and Bob'll look after her.

You shouldn't miss your lessons. On you go, now.

-I'll call at lunchtime.

-You do that.

Morning.

-Was that Bob going?

-No, it was Christina. She's away to the school.

Good.

-Where's Bob?

-He's probably away for a paper. Don't worry, he'll be OK.

Yes.

Tattie, do you not think it might be an idea to get Doctor Brodie

to give you a check over this morning?

-I could ask him to do a house call when I go to my work later.

-No, I'm fine, really.

OK, you just sit there and I'll make you a cup of tea.

Thank you.

-Jack, your face! What happened?

-I fell.

-Drunk again?

-Blotto.

-I can smell it from here.

-I'll maybe just go get some coffees?

No, Robbie, you stay there. You need to hear this too.

That's right. You need to know how Hayley and me are being played for suckers.

Oh, here we go...

And I hope I'm not stealing your thunder, but I've decided to quit.

Jump before you're pushed?

-I outstayed my welcome. I should have left after that business with Gina.

-Business!

Well, there you go... we all make mistakes.

Hayley, I'm only going to say this one more time. Frances is lying.

Look, I know what I did yesterday was wrong.

-I admit that, I lost the head.

-It shows what you're capable of.

-Maybe, but don't let that blind you to what's happening in front of your eyes.

-And what's that?

She's got an agenda.

I don't know what it is, but you should be very careful.

She's poison, she's in your salon and she's in your home. And I worry for you.

Thanks for your concern. You can go now.

-See you, big fella.

-Oh, Jack!

Nae greeting!

-I'll give you a call when I get settled, you can come and visit.

-I'd love that.

Jack?

-Good luck.

-You too.

I had a really nice time too. You're a very special man.

SHE CHUCKLES I don't know about that!

Yeah, I'm free.

Perfect. My favourite restaurant. I'll see you at one.

OK. Bye, Lenny.

Have you not tried his mobile?

It was lying on the table, he didn't take it with him.

I didn't tell Tattie. I'm worried about him, Scarlett.

He was awful upset last night.

Jimmy's out in his taxi, I'll give him a call.

Tell him to have a look for him.

Oh, Bob! Your mum was worried.

Where have you been?

Ach, you were all sleeping. I didn't want to disturb any of you.

Where did you go?

-Tattie, I really let you down last night.

-No, Bob.

-I did.

The last thing you needed was somebody feeling sorry for themselves.

Bob, no-one could blame you for that.

What you needed was somebody to help,

so that's what I've been doing this morning.

What did you do?

Please forgive me, but I went back to the hospital and spoke to the midwife.

You did?

Aye, and I made all the arrangements.

She's given us two days,

so you can choose which one you want us to go in.

And I spoke to the hospital chaplain

and he's organised a private service for us.

And I ordered some flowers...

and I thought we could go together to the remembrance garden.

-And they've made us a wee plaque, so we'll need to think of a name...

-Oh, Bob...

Tattie, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done it without asking you.

-No, Bob, no...

-Please forgive me,

I couldn't sleep last night,

I was tossing and turning, thinking about wallowing in my own self-pity

when I should have been behaving like a...

I should've been behaving like a father and taking charge of it.

I'm sorry, Tattie. I didn't mean to make things worse. We can change anything you want.

But I did it for you. God knows you've suffered enough.

I know we can't just pick up and move on as if nothing's happened,

but I'm going to be here for you. I'm going to help you through this.

I don't deserve to.

What you saying stupid things like that for?

Because it's true. I don't deserve it.

Tattie, you're the one that was saying that nobody's to blame.

I'm a liar.

What?

When I went back to the Ukraine, I saw Marco.

I didn't stay in Kiev like I told you.

I went to Odessa to see Marco for one last time.

I found out I was pregnant when I came back to Scotland.

Bob...

..you are not the father of this baby.

I couldn't go through this without telling you.

It's only fair.

Fair?

I'm sorry. You are a good man and I'm sorry.

Wh-What if the baby hadn't died, were you going to tell me?

I-I wanted to make a life with you.

-Based on a lie?

-No. What happened with Marco was... a mistake.

I was coming back here to make a life with you and Christina. I swear.

Well, why are you telling me now?

So... so that you can decide.

Bob, I'm not worthy of you,

but I do want to share my life with you, if you'll have me.

But if you don't, the fault is all mine.

Oh, my God.

I've got to be the dumbest guy that ever lived.

-Bob! You're back! Where've you been?

-Bob! What is it?

-Where you going? Bob!

-Tattie, what's going on?

So, was that your plan from the start?

-No.

-Get citizenship, dump Bob,

get lover boy over from Ukraine when the wean was born?

No. Getting pregnant was... an accident.

But the first two bits were right?

No, I was saying goodbye to the Ukraine and Marco.

I wanted a new life with Bob and Christina.

-Did you ever love Bob, or was he always just a meal ticket?

-Scarlett...

-So what was it?

I have always been very... fond of Bob.

And with a wee lassie to bring up, that was going to be enough?

I have wronged him.

More than just wronged him, you've ripped him apart.

I know, that's why I told him.

But nobody would want to be in your shoes right now.

Losing a wean is the worst thing that can ever happen to a woman.

And we're going to help you.

We'll not abandon you.

We'll support you through this,

because we're decent folk.

-Do we understand each other?

-Yes.

PHONE RINGS

-Aye, what is it?

-I found him, he's in the basketball courts.

How do you mean?

What?!

I don't believe this.

Aye, I'll bring him back with me. Right, see ya.

You awright, Bob?

Jimmy, feast your eyes on the biggest numpty on the planet.

Don't be so hard on yourself.

What am I like, eh?

Iona warned me, not just the once.

Do you know what I said to her?

I said she was jealous.

Jealous that somebody would want big, daft Bob.

What a laugh that is, eh?

-C'mon, I'll take you back to the house.

-Back to the family home?

-Don't think so.

-Scarlett wants to see you, Bob.

Tell her I'll see her later, eh?

I just want to be on my own the now, Jimmy, eh?

I'm not going to the hospital.

-I'm not agreeing with what she's done to you, but I mean...

-Well, just stay out of it then!

-Right time, right place!

-Spot on. Councillor Donachie,

-have you met Stevie Burns?

-We have, aye.

This thing I've got. Can it run in families?

That's not a conversation for the street.

Doesn't he care about what she's going through?

She told him the wean wasn't his.

But when this is over, him and Mum can try for another baby.

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