15/11/2011 River City

Doesn't he care what my mum's going through?

She told him the wean wasn't his.

-I'm not looking for any bother.

-I'm not bringing it,

I'm just saying hello to an old acquaintance, but...

now I have run into you, you couldn't do me a small favour?

Nah, I doubt it.

I need someone to look after something.

Like what?

Morning!

Fancy carrying our books to school?

Books?

A fiver says they're full of make-up.

You saying we need make-up?

Now would I say a thing like that?

Although, I have got one of them wee shovel things in my bag,

-I'll give you a lend.

-That's rich coming from a bin-raker!

You walking us to school or not?

The streets are dangerous - we could use a big strong boy to protect us.

But I suppose you'd do.

Nah, I cannae, pal. Got myself a wee job at the community centre.

Aw.

Oh well, we'll just have to walk all by ourselves.

See in a few weeks, I'll be driving you to school.

In this bad boy.

A van?

Where will you get £500?

Don't you worry, I've got my finger in a few pies.

Anyway, I spoke to the owner. He's a pushover.

-I'll get it for half that.

-Pushover, eh?

-Aye, you just need to know how to handle folk.

-Hear this, Uncle Gabe?

Stevie's going to buy that van, half price!

Oh, aye? Does the owner know this?

First rule - don't act too interested. Always let them know you're prepared to walk away.

I think you might find that's the second rule.

First rule is, don't be a wide-o in front of the seller.

Especially if he's standing in front of you with a coffee.

-GIRLS GIGGLE

-Tell you what.

Seeing as I like you, you give me 450 for her,

-and you've got a deal.

-Dunno...

Get back to me.

-Bye.

-Bye!

You totally fancy him.

-More like you do!

-Whatever.

Can I have a coffee to go, Gina, please?

-Couple of minutes, Raymond?

-No bother. There you are.

Hey.

Murray not expecting you over at the community centre?

Well, this has been delightful.

-We must do it again some time(!)

-Sorry.

What's up?

Nothing. Well, it's just...

See that Gabriel's van?

Well, it's for sale, right,

and that'd do me perfect, so it would,

but I've just not got the money the now.

Right.

So you reckon Nicole would be impressed by a man in a van?

Nicole? What you talking about?

Hey. I'm no' blind.

I remember my first motor.

Hillman Avenger.

Bright orange it was, a wee beauty.

Eileen couldnae keep her hands off me.

Ach, it's not about that.

Yesterday I had to knock back a job.

Some old dear was wanting a bathroom fitted, but I had to say no

because I couldn't get to the warehouse and pick it up.

You're complaining about not being able to take a job

-when there's a perfectly good one waiting for you at the community centre?

-Aye, well...

Stevie. Listen to me.

Folk are more than willing to give you a go if you show them you can be trusted.

Listen.

I'll speak to Gabriel,

see if he'll let you pay it up over a few weeks.

The van?

Really?

You pay the instalments, I'll take care of the deposit.

Does that sound good to you?

Aye! Aye, definitely!

But Stevie, son,

screw the nut, eh?

Get over to that centre

and prove to Murray you can do a decent job. OK?

Aye.

Well, go on, then!

-Don't let me down.

-Right.

Here.

Bright orange?

Shut it! It was all the rage!

-Coffee, Raymond.

-Cheers.

-So, what's goin' on?

Nothin'.

Did you just buy Stevie a car?

It's a van, actually, and no, I'm just lending him the deposit.

You sure that's wise?

It's no big deal.

Anyway, I thought you and him were getting on great these days.

Getting on's one thing.

Giving him a handout, that's another.

I must agree with Eileen.

I'm sure young Steven is a changed man,

but you don't want him taking advantage of your generosity.

Calm down, ladies. It's not a Ferrari Testarossa.

Never could resist a stray, though, could you, Raymond?

Ah, Stevie.

-You're here.

-Aye, listen, I'm sorry I'm a bit late.

-Thanks for throwing us a bit of work.

-No problem. I've been left in the lurch.

-My usual guy's sick, and I owe Raymond a favour, so...

-Cheers.

By 2pm this place will be full of pensioners wanting cake,

-so we better get a move on.

-Right, nae bother. What are we waiting for, then, eh?

Oh. Eh...where you wanting this?

Aye.

Got it? Right. Come on.

Morning!

-Morning.

-Hiya, son. Where you going today?

Just off into town.

Traipsing about the shops? That'll be dead boring, won't it?

-We're off to the science centre, actually.

-Aye?

-Aren't we?

I'll get that.

He's got your eyes.

Not your nose, though.

Get that from his father, does he?

I hope not. His dad was a waster.

-Here.

-Thanks. Bye.

All I'm saying is,

don't put out any calls out for me between 11 and 12.

Oh, but Jimmy...

-PHONE RINGS

-Hold on a minute.

Hello, Amber Cabs?

No, I'm sorry, I'm afraid we don't do any seven-seaters.

OK, thanks for the call. Bye!

-That's when I'm taking Scarlett...

-PHONE RINGS

Hello, Amber Cabs?

Uh-huh, no problem.

Name? Mm-hmm.

Address? Uh-huh.

And where are you going?

The airport? Oh, how lovely!

Where are you off to?

The Algarve? Oh, very swish!

No, I couldnae, I'd miss my home comforts.

OK,

10:30 pick up? No problem. Bye.

I'm available all day, except between 11 and 12.

That's when I'm taking Scarlett to the hospital,

-so nothing during that hour!

-I'll have to speak to Lenny.

-You don't have to speak to Lenny. I'm the manager!

-What's this, Jimmy?

I was trying to tell Molly...

-Scarlett has a hospital appointment today?

-Aye, a routine check-up.

Take the day off.

-Ach, you're all right.

-Take the day off.

You sure?

Yeah.

You and Molly here, Kelly-Marie round at the Arcade,

you're practically family.

-I'm not sure Scarlett would see it that way.

-Yeah, well, even so,

take the day off. It's important.

-Thanks, Lenny.

-On that note, I'll be out the office all day, too.

-So I'm gonnae be here on my own?

-I'm sure you'll cope.

You'd get better treated in a sweat shop.

-We all set?

-Yep. You got the money?

It's all right, I'm just checking. I'm not taking it with me just now.

-Why not?

-Because I don't want to be going around with 20 grand all day.

I'll pick it up tonight, just before the drop.

Seven o'clock OK?

Fine.

It would have been better if you hadn't got rid of the courier.

That eejit in the £100 suit? Liability.

Better off without him.

Maybe so.

Hamish.

I might need you to do me another favour.

Right, you two! Clothes off, jammies back on!

-What?

-Yous've got the day off, I've got the day off.

We are going to have a bad movie marathon.

Bad movies?

Oh aye, the worst.

So stake your claim for a place on the couch.

-I thought you got the day off for a doctor's appointment?

-I'll cancel it.

Come on, then! Oh! Maybe later, we could order pizza!

We've actually got plans.

And what's better than bringing your duvet onto the couch

and snuggling up with Jean-Claude Van Damme?

Well, we're going to the museum,

then go to the park and have a picnic.

A picnic? In November?

You'll catch your death!

It might be a bit fresh, but...it'll be nice.

Apparently, the frosty grass crunching underfoot will be romantic.

Aye, if losing a toe to frostbite floats your boat.

Do you want to come with us? We can huddle together for warmth.

Oh, and play gooseberry

while lover boy here moons at you over a tub of frozen hummus?

-No, you're all right.

-Fair enough.

Well, enjoy your bad movies.

I dinnae think I'll bother now.

It's no fun without anyone to take the mick with.

-Where's the rucksack?

-In the hall.

So what will you get up to, then?

Not much. Hang about on my ain, I suppose.

You heard from Bob?

No. Why do you ask that?

Nothing, it's just...

Duvet days and bad movies, feels like something you two would've got up to.

Aye, well. He's got a wife for that kind of thing now.

If he ever comes back to her.

I wouldnae blame him if he didnae, not after what she's put him through.

-She's been through a lot too.

-That's no excuse.

Maybe not.

-Ready?

-Yeah. Enjoy your day off.

Tioraidh.

Flu jabs, eh? That should certainly keep us busy.

And remember, it's Tatiana's first day back.

-Morning, Tattie.

-Morning.

-Good to have you back.

-You look well.

Thank you.

Yeah, it's...good to see you.

Well, I think Leyla's got a few little jobs for you.

Don't we have the flu jabs today?

Yes, but...

I'll deal with this.

-We kind of thought you might prefer us to handle that today.

-Why?

This is my job. I can do it.

You're right. You're absolutely right. Well,

we'll let you get on.

Did we get an extra order of swabs in?

Yeah, they're in the cupboard.

Good.

And...

Is everything all right?

Perfect.

Stevie, I've got to pop out for a couple of minutes.

I'm expecting a delivery.

-Will you be OK to look after the place?

-Nae bother, big chap.

POUNDING DANCE MUSIC

BANG!

-Jeez!

-Nice work.

I'm sorry, pal. Did I frighten you?

Nah, it's just,

I wasn't expecting you.

You weren't expecting me?

Do you not remember what I told you last week?

You didn't think I'd forgotten about our little arrangement?

-It's just, I thought you'd be back sooner.

-I'm a busy man, Stevie.

Extremely busy.

So, is this how you make your money these days?

A few odd jobs, aye.

-Like the Cub Scouts, eh? Must be murder.

-I like it.

Really?

Well, I'm not here to discuss your employment situation.

You still have the item I gave you?

Right, well, we're going to need that later on today, so...

..why don't you go and get it, bring it back to me?

Let's say half ten? OK?

Don't be late.

I'm here for my flu jab.

Oh, yeah...

There you are. If you'd just like to take a seat.

-OK, Mrs Mortimer. Take care.

-Thank you.

-Iona McIntyre?

Should it not be a doctor doing injections?

Not at all. Tatiana's more than capable.

Can you roll up your sleeve, please?

-How are you?

-Fine.

-You're not pregnant, are you?

-What?

What's that got to do with anything?

I was just... Nothing.

You don't really fall into any of the at-risk groups.

Are you saying I can't get the jab?

No, I'm sorry, I just... I didn't know.

Well, I'm not. All right?

I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it.

Relax, please.

-If you're tense, the injection might hurt and leave a bruise.

-A bruise?

-How? Are you incompetent or something?

-What?

No! I'm just trying to be helpful.

I think I'd rather be seen by someone who knows what they're doing. Get me a doctor.

Skiving already, are you?

-You've only been at it a couple of hours.

-I know. I forgot my keys.

-Your keys?

-Aye.

-The keys for the flat?

-Aye.

The keys that are hanging from your belt?

HE LAUGHS I thought I'd lost them, man.

Well?

Eh?

-Get back to it, then!

-Aye.

I'll see you later, right?

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

No, absolutely, it's all in hand.

No need for that. I've got it covered.

I'll get you your money. Just... Just give me till the end of the day.

I won't let you down.

-Madam.

-Thank you.

Nice of them to keep us our usual seats, eh?

Well, we are regulars.

I'm going out with the Coke machine on Friday night for a couple of drinks.

Thanks for coming with me, Jimmy.

Don't tell Gina, but this is the only place round here you can get a decent cup of coffee.

Seriously, I know its boring.

Well, I didn't come here for the thrills.

And anyway,

hopefully there'll not be too many more of these, eh?

-Are you trying to bag one of these dashing doctors?

-Don't be stupid!

Your wedding rings.

Still not back from the jewellers?

I'm only joking!

I still don't understand how your rings don't fit anyway.

How much can your finger really change?

You try going through chemo!

-I'm sorry, darling. I didn't realise.

-It's all right.

It's not as if we're rolling in it, so it's going to be a while before I collect them.

But the jeweller will keep them for us, aye?

Aye. She's a pal of my ma's, so it's fine.

They're no' going anywhere.

Scarlett Mullen?

-Murray?

-Uh-huh?

-Mind if I take a quick break?

-Again? You're just back.

-But I forgot to get something to eat. I'm starving.

-It's not that long since breakfast!

-I'd really rather we get on with this if you don't mind, OK?

-Right.

-Any chance of a hand?

-Aye. No bother.

Just dropping this off for the party later on.

Everything going all right, eh?

-Getting there?

-Just about.

I just had a run-in with those binmen outside.

I let them know my views

on the fact that there's very few wheelie bins in the area.

I hardly think it's the binmen's fault.

-The binmen? What, they're outside?

-Yes.

Oh!

What an idiot, eh?

Wrong bin! This was for recycling!

What kept you?

Watch the lip. I got held up.

Excellent.

See you later.

You ever used one?

No? Oh, it's easy.

Just like using a computer.

You point and you click.

Sometimes I like to double-click, just to make sure.

I need to go.

I think you made a mistake, Stevie boy.

I need you to do something for me.

I'm sorry. Both of the doctors are busy.

Well, I'll just need to make an appointment for another time, then.

I blame myself for him leaving, you know.

-That makes two of us.

-I never meant to hurt him.

You had an affair, got pregnant

and then lied to Bob that the baby was his.

-Would you even have told him if the baby hadn't died?

-I don't know.

You know, if it wisnae for the baby, Bob would never have married you.

What?

Amber Cabs?

See, I had a deal with Lenny Murdoch.

But he pulled out and now I'm 20K down.

And that hasn't made me too popular.

But I happen to know Mr Murdoch has an unusually large

amount of money in that office today.

But what's that got to do with me?

Look at you. Now look at me.

You're the guy who does exactly what I tell you to.

Besides, they know me in there.

-I cannae!

-Don't be so down on yourself. Of course you can.

Your problem is you're just not visualising it.

Positive mental attitude.

You need to see yourself being successful and you will be successful.

Naw, I mean, I cannae. A hold up? I cannae!

I need the money.

Some very serious people are breathing down my neck.

You're going to give me 20K by 7pm today, and that's a fact.

I ran into that old mob of yours again the other day.

They're a funny bunch.

Though they always were a bit too... stabby for my liking.

And they really don't like deserters, do they?

Look, I wouldn't be here if they scared me.

I wasn't so much thinking of you

as that nice little family you've imposed yourself upon.

-What age is that baby?

-Oh...

-Six months? A year?

Right...

Now, why don't you nip down there and have a wee look about?

Familiarise yourself with the place.

You know where I am if you need me.

Hey! There he is.

-You're a lucky guy.

-What's that?

My van. Or should I say "your van"?

There you go. I spoke to Raymondo.

-Thrashed out a deal.

-Oh, right. Cheers.

You could look a bit more happier about it.

Sorry, mate, I really appreciate it.

-Nae bother. I'll catch up with you in the Ship later. We'll sort out a payment plan.

-Aye.

Here, by the way, that was a good thing Raymondo did for you.

Not a lot of people would give a guy like you a break.

-Aye, I know.

-Aye, OK. See you later.

I'll catch you later, eh?

-Thank goodness you're here.

-What's wrong?

Hold the fort for me. I'm bursting for the loo.

I cannae hang about. I just came in to ask you something.

Oh, please, Jimmy. Just two minutes. Two minutes, OK? Thanks.

-How you doing?

-I'm fine.

Just here yourself, aye?

Looks like it. How can I help you?

Well, maybe I can help you. Eh...

Odd jobs?

Odd jobs, even jobs, nose jobs and bank jobs.

No job too small, no cheque too big.

I mean, take this door, for example, right. Who hung that?

What? I don't know.

Look at it! It's practically hanging off its hinges, man.

Whose office is that?

Lenny's. Listen - I mean, this place was refurbished a few months ago.

I doubt if he's wanting anything done.

All right, cool. Nae bother.

Will I tell him you popped in?

No, no, it's all right, it's fine.

Aye, well, I'll keep this, just in case anything crops up, eh?

-Och, stick that in the bin, man.

-It's fine.

I need to stick my new number on it and that anyway...

All right. We'll find you if we need to.

Aye, nae bother.

Oh... That's better. Thanks for that, Jimmy.

Nae worries.

Listen, Molly...

-Scarlett was telling me that you recommended a jeweller's to her?

-What?

Aye, for resizing her wedding rings?

She never mentioned any jeweller to me.

-Are you sure about that?

-Jimmy, I know I'm getting on in years,

but I'm no' senile!

She never said anything to me about any wedding rings.

-PHONE RINGS

-Hello! Amber Cabs.

-Hey! How's it all going?

-Fine.

-Where's Stevie?

-You tell me.

Is he not here? It's just I've got something for him.

He started off great, but he's been in and out all day.

-At the moment, he appears to be on one of his sabbaticals.

-What?

When you recommended him, I didn't expect to have to chase him up all day.

-Right, sorry.

-You want to leave that with me

and I'll give it to him when he comes back?

IF he comes back.

No, you're fine. I'll give it to him myself, thanks.

DOOR SHUTS

-Oh, Lenny!

-Hey, Jimmy. Sorry to bother you on your day off. How is she?

Eh... Aye, just routine checks.

I just wanted to pop round with these spare set of keys for the taxi office.

You didn't have to bring them round now, I could've got them tomorrow.

-I was at a loose end. I thought, "Why not?"

-I suppose.

-Kelly-Marie said it was all right to wait.

-Aye, of course.

I suppose I better get going now.

No, no. You finish your tea. I've got to put the shopping away.

-How was your trip?

-Fine.

-You're back early.

-Callum got tired.

He doesn't look tired now.

Well, he was earlier.

Your mum been dragging you round all the old places, son?

It was him that wanted to go.

-I didn't mean anything by it.

-It's fine.

Kelly, can you come through a minute?

Right!

Come on, Callum.

-No, no. You leave him here. He'll be fine with his Uncle Lenny.

-Kelly?

-Coming!

You be a good boy for Mr Murdoch, OK?

What's this?

Hmm! What's that?

-Is everything OK at the hospital?

-Aye, it's fine, aye.

What do you think about Lenny coming round here? It's kind of weird, eh?

-Aye. I suppose.

-It just feels a wee bit

less and less like a boss/employee relationship, you know what I mean?

-Aye.

-Not many people would have their boss come round their house in the middle of the day.

-I wouldn't make a big deal out of it, Jimmy.

-I'm just wondering if he's maybe

got plans to get me off the cabs and maybe into a proper desk job.

I don't think that's why he's round here.

That'd be good. A wee pay rise and that, eh?

-Did you just get me through here so you could go on about Lenny?

-What?

I'm sure you know where the tea bags go. I'll go and get Callum.

Wait a minute. I wanted to ask you something.

And he started to cry... Sorry, give me a wee second, son.

-Why did he cry?

-He was crying because he's very sad.

Because somebody's stolen his stars.

What one have we got now, hmm?

Oh! What's happened here?

-I was chatting to your ma about her rings.

-Aye.

She told you about them, aye?

Aye, she told me.

It's just, I wonder if you could remember the name of the shop she put them in?

I want to get her wedding ring, give her a wee surprise.

It was that one in town - King's in Robinson Street.

King's? That's a pawnbroker.

Aye.

-She told me she put them into a jeweller's.

-Jimmy...

-What's she playing at?!

Hey!

-Where've you been?

-At the community centre.

-All morning?

-Aye.

There you go.

-You pawned them?

-What?

Your wedding rings. OUR wedding rings. You pawned them?

-Jimmy...

-I don't believe you, Scarlett.

I'd a pile of bills. The mortgage was due!

I had that money fi' Lenny.

I don't want his charity.

-Money is money.

-No' his!

So you thought, "Wait a minute - I'll pawn my wedding rings!"

-Better than being beholden to Lenny Murdoch.

-It's our wedding rings.

You lied about it. You blamed the chemo! That's the lowest of the low.

I know that, Jimmy. And does that no' tell you

how much I don't want to be in that man's debt?

-Hi, Mum!

-Oh, hi, darling. Lunchtime already?

-How's the first day back going?

-Good.

We wouldn't have coped without her.

-Even if some patients have been a bit more challenging than others.

-What's this?

Nothing, it's fine.

-Mum? What's happened?

-It's fine!

It was Iona. She was angry about Bob leaving.

-She's right. It's my fault.

-What? That cow!

-Christina!

-Well, she's got no right blaming you.

She's been trying to split you up all along.

Don't be silly.

Mum...

I wasn't going to tell you this cos I didn't think it would matter...

..but now that Bob's away...

I saw her kiss him.

On your wedding day.

I went round the community centre earlier on.

-Didn't see you there.

-I must have been out the back.

Murray said you'd been in and out all morning.

-Aye. So?

-Stevie, son, what did I tell you earlier?

-People put their trust in you, but you have to prove you're worth it.

-Right.

-He's not going to give you any work if he thinks you're unreliable. Stevie!

-Look!

I nipped out to the shop a couple of times, right?

-Have I got to let you know my every move, aye?

-I'm no' saying that!

Well, what are you saying then? Just... Just butt out, Raymond, eh?

Right.

Fine.

By the way, me and Eileen have got you a wee present.

It's in the kitchen if you want it.

Och...

HE GIGGLES

FRANTIC KNOCKING

Make yoursel' at home!

When you said Bob wouldn't have married me if it wasn't for the baby,

what did you mean?

-I... I don't know.

-You don't know?

Why did you say it, then?

I... I don't know.

You don't know? You don't know!

You're not very clever, are you?

-Now, hold on a minute...

-No, you hold on! I know why you said it.

Do you want me to tell you?

You kissed Bob.

You're not even going to deny it?

Listen, it's complicated. I... I didn't mean it.

-What, did you think he was someone else?

-It was the day before your wedding and...

The day before the wedding?

-You better have my money.

-I'm no' doing it.

Hold on a minute.

Look, I'm trying to do something here, right? Go straight.

-Folk are helping me I'm not about to let them down.

-Like your pals at the pub?

-Aye, as a matter of fact.

-You're making a mistake.

Naw. You're the one that's made a mistake, pal.

Here, do your own dirty work, right?

You've been trying to split us up since we got together!

Aye? Well, I shouldn't have bothered. You've done a good enough job of that on your own!

-What's that supposed to mean?

-What man wouldn't want a wife to get pregnant by an ex-boyfriend?

You have no right to talk to me like that!

What about lying to Bob?

-Telling him that the baby was his?

-I was thinking about my family.

-You were thinking of yourself!

-You kissed my husband!

He wasn't your husband at the time! Anyway, that was different!

Me and Bob have got history!

Exactly!

Don't try and take away my future.

Tatiana...

Bob isn't coming back.

Don't say that!

Why not? It's the truth, isn't it?

-You drove him away!

-You tried to ruin my marriage!

Aye? Well, so did you!

DOOR SHUTS

How'd it go?

How do you think?

Your mother really does not like Lenny Murdoch, eh?

I just don't understand why she would rather take money from a pawnbroker than off of him.

I wouldn't want to be in debt to somebody like that. Who knows what he'd ask for in return?

Kelly, could you do me a favour? I've got a lot on just now.

Could you go into town...

and just...get her wedding ring back, eh?

All right, big chap?

Listen, I'm really sorry I've been all over the place.

Things just kept coming up.

It's fine. I got some help. We're nearly finished.

Right, aye.

Here, it's looking good innit? So, you wanting us again tomorrow?

-I don't think so.

-The next day?

I doubt it.

-Did you not say you were needing a hand all this week?

-I did. But I need someone reliable.

That's great.

We'll get the cups on the table. We'll leave the teapots here just now...

I suppose neither of us can claim the moral high ground.

-No.

-We've both been idiots.

I should have told him about the baby straight away.

I should have just let him get on with his life.

Now he's gone.

Look...

I'm sorry about what happened earlier,

in the surgery.

It's OK.

I'm sorry for barging into your home.

That's all right. You weren't interrupting much.

Still...I should go.

KEYS RATTLE IN LOCK

My bum is frozen! He forgot the blanket!

Oh, hi.

Hi. And bye... I was just leaving.

Don't leave on our account.

-So, you found a friend?

-What?

-To watch your bad movies with.

-Oh, right.

I really should be going now.

Would you like me to make another appointment at the surgery for you?

-Aye, please.

-With a doctor?

-Whoever's free.

Ok. Bye, then.

See you.

-Here, let me get that for you.

-Oh, thank you.

Thanks for that. We should say goodbye.

But I don't want to say goodbye. He is gorgeous! Yes, you are!

Yes, he is. You say "bye-bye" to the nice man, Stuart.

-Are you still not at work?

-Aye, I'm just going back.

Whatever, Stevie.

-Ta-ta!

-Bye!

What do you think you're playing at? Stay away from them.

Argh!

He's a cute little baby, eh?

Be a shame if anything were to happen to him.

Now...I know you're nervous.

So, how about a little toot to get you up for the job, eh?

Oh, hi, darling. Did you get it?

It's gone, Jimmy.

-What?

-They've sold it. Sorry.

I... I don't believe it.

Are you OK?

All this because she wouldn't accept Lenny's money.

It was my decision.

To pawn the rings?

To give Lenny the money back.

It doesn't matter now.

It was for the best.

Have you any idea what it's like to be told by you two

how to...spend my money?

Embarrass me in front of my boss, then find out my wife's pawned her wedding rings?

-You don't want someone like Lenny controlling you.

-What is it with you two and Lenny?

-You can't trust him.

-At least with Lenny, what you see is what you get!

-Unlike you pair.

-What?

-If you hadn't gone behind my back,

-she wouldn't have had to pawn her ring!

-It's just a ring!

Just a ring?! It's not just a ring.

It might mean nothing to you, but it means a hell of a lot to me!

-Och, I'm sorry, darling.

-It's OK.

It's just the idea of somebody else

walking about wearing the ring that I gave your mother on our wedding day...

It is just a thing, and it can be replaced.

MUSIC: "Phat Planet" by Leftfield

Oh, aye, Murdoch's away for the day.

I've got the run of the place. Jimmy? Naw.

It might say manager on his payslip,

but we all know who's really in charge...

ALARM RINGS

-Hey!

-Don't panic. I'm sure it's a mistake.

What are you playing at?!

A pensioner? You want me to stick a gun in some old dear's face? You've got the wrong guy, man.

You're dead, Stevie Burns! Dead!

Going somewhere?

-I didn't realise I was sorting out your getaway car this morning.

-You don't understand.

You're damn right I don't understand.

I don't understand how a kid like you

who everybody's bent over backwards for,

just runs out when the going gets a wee bit tough.

It's no' like that.

-Yeah?

-Look, this isn't fair on you, right?

I'm a liability.

Stevie, son,

what's going on?

See, this trust thing? It works both ways.

So, come on, tell me, what's happened?

Right.

-Did you touch it?

-How do you mean?

I mean, did you handle the gun without gloves on?

I don't know.

Maybe.

Aye, I think so.

And this guy...

-Dave.

-Dave. Did he touch it?

Aye.

With his bare hands, though?

I don't know.

Well, in that case we'd better presume that he hasn't.

How could you be so stupid?

What am I going to do?

I don't know. Maybe we should phone the police.

And tell them what?

That we've got a gun with my fingerprints all over it?

Where is it now?

-What are we going to do?

-I don't know.

-Should we tell Lenny?

-I don't know!

Look, let's just get the gun inside and we'll work out what's what.

-It's away.

-What?

-Oh, no.

-Stevie! Wait!

Police.

And they left you all on your own?

Aye, and while they're off gallavantin'

I've had to deal with a potential inferno!

Poor love(!) You shouldn't let yourself be taken advantage of.

Listen, son, this place would go to the dogs without me.

Lenny Murdoch doesn't know how lucky he is.

Maybe his luck's about to change.

-What's going on?

-You! Outside!

What about the phones?

Bit late for you to be growing a pair, eh, Stevie boy?

-What's going on here?

-Shut up, you stupid old bint.

Give me the gun and get out of here.

Au contraire! Do you think you or this shrivelled up old hag are going to keep me from my money?

SIREN WAILS

-You ok?

-He's got a gun!

-Where's Stevie?

GUNSHOT >

Stevie! C'mon, pal, Put the gun down.

-Shut up!

-You don't need that.

-Who called the cops?!

-Armed police! Drop the gun, put your hands in the air!

-I never did anything!

Drop the gun. Put your hands in the air!

Turn around!

I'd no choice!

Raymond, that poor boy!

-Don't go in there!

-He might be dying!

-Paramedics are on their way! Stay where you are!

-I need to check on him!

-Are you hurt?

-I'm fine.

-We heard a shot.

-He missed.

-I can't believe you ran in there.

-I had to do something, didn't I?

-I don't know whether to hit you or hug you.

-I know whit one I would prefer.

ROMANTIC MUSIC PLAYS

Oh, Jimmy.

Madame!

THEY GIGGLE

-Would Madame like to see the wine list?

-Of course.

It's a short one.

Jimmy, I'm sorry about earlier.

Och, that's all right.

Listen, I sent Kelly to the pawnbroker's.

-They've sold your ring.

-You're kiddin'!

No.

Oh, no Jimmy, I'm sorry. I feel sick.

I really thought I was gonnae get it back.

I know, darling. It's OK.

Bet you hate me.

Don't be daft.

You could be going around wi' a rubber band round your finger,

just as long as you're my wife.

Jimmy.

I love you, Scarlett.

I love you, too.

And it's nice.

It's a cheapo. It'll probably turn your finger green.

I'll get you a proper one when the money starts coming in.

No wife of mine's gonnae be walking around without a ring on her finger.

-PHONE RINGS

-Oops.

Hello.

Yes, she is!

It's the hospital.

Hello.

-How'd you get on at the station?

-OK, just a few questions. They'll be in touch.

-And are you OK?

Well, I don't know about you, but I could do with a drink. Want a beer?

Aye.

Can't believe I let that maniac near Stuart.

It's not your fault.

Naw, it's mine. Madness just seems to follow me about, eh?

Listen, Stevie, you're not to blame if some folk won't let you move on.

People like you remind them they've no' got the guts to change their lives.

But I didn't need to land it on your doorstep.

I'd rather you did than try and deal with it on your own.

Ah, ha, ha, there he is.

My hero!

-I don't feel like one.

-Too right you're no'!

-Imagine bringing a hoodlum like that into Shieldinch.

-You're one to talk.

Listen, Raymond, you stuck your neck out for me again,

and I put it on the line.

I don't deserve that van.

Stevie...

No, I let you down today, right? I'm sorry.

Stevie, standing up to that maniac was hard.

Harder than putting up some daft decorations at the community centre.

Aye, well.

I'm serious.

It might have taken you a while, but you did the right thing eventually.

And I'm proud of you.

Besides, Gabriel didn't need a deposit.

-He just agreed to let you pay it up.

-How come?

He said you've got an honest face.

I couldn't believe it either!

Listen, thanks, Raymond, for everything.

No problem.

Here, why don't I make that a soft drink

so you can take your new wheels out for a spin?

Maybe tomorrow. Not really in the mood for it tonight.

Yeah, you're right. Tomorrow, eh?

Jimmy, what if this is it?

They just want to do a few more tests. It might be nothing.

But what if it's no'?

We'll get through it.

I'm scared.

Me too, darling.

But whatever happens,

we'll face this together.

Nothing - I mean nothing - will break this family apart, all right?

I'll make sure this is taken care of.

I heard you had a bit of trouble in here earlier.

"Keep the courier," you said. Told you he was a liability.

Thought you were supposed to be giving me advice.

About this other matter...

Lenny, about this test.

Just get it done.

Even if it proves that Ewan is the father,

it won't necessarily get you access, grandfather or no.

The other family have got rights, too.

You just get me some answers. I'll deal with the Mullens.

Maybe you don't get it. Stay away from my daughter.

-What's going on?

-Please, don't do this to me.

-I was just talking to her.

-Stevie, beat it.

If you don't want to talk to your ma, that's totally up to you.

-But I thought you trusted me.

-Of course I do.

So what did you lie to me for?

Callum's Ewan's boy, isn't he?

He's Ewan's son.

How many times do I have to tell you? He's not Ewan's.

You see...I've got the proof here. Black and white.

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