13/03/2012 River City

-Whatever happens, she stays indoors.

-Why?

Because her coupon's all over the papers, that's why.

How long before they want the young bird -

the one that's not been round the block and back?

Go.

I said go!

Even if the police find her, they won't tell me.

-Because she won't want me to know.

-How can you say that?

It's what I deserve.

MUSIC: "When You Are A King" by White Plains

There are a few leads they're following up.

They'll be in touch with any developments.

You're here again, then?

Afraid so.

Do we have any shoelaces?

Yeah, second drawer.

So, how are we all doing, then?

-Fine until you turned up.

-Conor.

-Well, why's she always here?

-Because she's helping us.

-It's OK. I'd get fed up with me hanging around if I were you.

-Nobody's fed up with you.

-Speak for yourself.

Enough.

She is a guest in this house and I expect you to be polite.

-Got that?

-Michael.

-I said have you got that?

Good.

You all right, pet?

-There's nothing in here.

-It's probably too early.

I went to the police three weeks ago. Why haven't they found her?

They're doing everything they can.

I waited too long.

-You did what you could. This isn't your fault.

-Your mum's right.

You've got to stop beating yourself up.

You might have said how late it was.

What's up with you lot?

-Christina's worried about Nicole.

-Will you stop beating yourself up?

-You told the police what you know.

-Aye, important information as well.

Aye. You took your time about it, mind. But better late than never.

What's that face for?

-So, love me and leave me, is that it?

-Sorry.

-Got to get to work.

-Don't give me any excuses.

-I know you just used me for my body last night.

-What can I say?

You're nothing but a piece of meat to me. How's the arm?

-Wound's a bit tight, but I'll live.

-Got a lot on today?

I was thinking of asking this wee bird over there for a drink.

-Oh, really? What's she like, this wee bird of yours?

-Cannae resist me.

And anything interesting lined up for after this drink?

I was thinking of...

taking a trip up the cemetery. To see Ewan. Well, his grave.

Right. Great. I mean... Yeah, that'd be nice.

-Listen...I better get...

-Going?

Yeah. Booked out all day.

Maybe see you later?

Yeah, maybe.

-Your dad didn't mean to get angry.

-Whatever.

He's just worried, that's all. DOOR OPENS

Only me.

And where are you two going?

-School.

-Not without this, you're not.

Cheers.

-Any news?

-Nothing.

-The boys OK?

They're coping. Which is more than can be said for Michael.

He won't talk. Just keeps blowing up at me and the boys.

-Well, what do you expect, Leyla?

-Better get a move on.

-Before you go,

-can I have a word?

-We're late already, actually.

-Won't take long.

-You want to do something?

-Like what?

-Dog it.

-Go into town with Gabriel's money.

-Dad would just love that, wouldn't he?

Any news on Nicole?

-What do you care?

-She's her friend, Conor.

-Some friend.

Keeps her mouth shut until it's too late.

-I'm sorry about that.

-Yeah?

So what? Saying sorry's not going to help get my sister back, is it?

-What are you taking it out on her for?

-Cos it's her fault!

-That's rubbish.

-How?

-She made a mistake.

And my family's got to pay for it.

It's my family as well!

I know you're under pressure. But you can't forget about the boys.

-We're taking care of them.

-Well, you say that.

-But there was the thing with Conor earlier.

-What happened with Conor?

-He just made a stupid remark, that's all.

-He was being a brat.

He was letting off some steam.

Conor and Adeeb are feeling the same things you are -

worry, guilt, frustration. The whole shebang.

Problem is, they can't show you any of it.

so they look around for someone to take it out on. Someone safe.

That's no excuse for Conor being rude.

-Michael, if he wants to use me as a punchbag, that's fine.

-Well, I'm not.

You can't expect perfect manners in these circumstances.

Your job is to help us communicate with your colleagues. Right?

That's part of Family Liaison.

And is the other part telling me how to raise my kids?

-I was just offering some advice.

-Well, thanks. But I don't need it.

What I do need is to get to work.

-I'll see you later?

-Sure.

-Maybe he's taken the day off.

-I wouldn't count on it.

-Why does he keep coming in, anyway?

-It's easier if he stays busy.

Yes, but not easy for us. He makes things so tense around here.

-You think she'll ever come back?

-I really don't know.

-But the longer this goes on...

-Don't.

I've already had to deal with Christina thinking the worst.

-How is she?

-She feels guilty.

Sorry we're late. Got held up.

-Is everything OK?

-Yeah, everything's just great, Dan.

I was only asking.

Sorry, it's been a bit of a morning.

And you're sure he wanted you to go with him?

It was more like he was waiting for me to invite myself.

-So, why didn't you?

-Come on. Going to a cemetery with him? It's a bit...

-Creepy?

-Intimate.

-I once went out with a guy that was into cemeteries.

We used to wait till it got dark, jump the gate,

-share a curry out amongst the headstones.

-Sounds lovely.

-Oh, aye. It was dead exciting.

But then he started talking about breaking into funeral parlours...

and I just said to him, "Listen, pal. Now you're just being weird."

OK.

-So, you're planning on giving Lenny the bump, then?

-No. Why would I do that?

-Dunno.

Just got the impression you're not really that into him.

You never talk about him. Half the time you seem embarrassed.

No, I'm not embarrassed. I like him. I like him a lot.

-What's the problem, then?

-I'm not ready to tell him that.

Right, and going to his dead son's grave is declaring your love?

Of course it is. It saying, "I'm there for you, you've got me".

Are you sure it doesn't just say, "I'm neurotic,

-"I read too much into things"?

-I just don't want to rush it.

OK, well, don't make him wait too long.

Lenny's not exactly known for his patience.

-So, how long's he thinking of staying?

-Couple of weeks, he reckons.

I can't say I blame him. It's a beautiful place - peace and quiet.

No windows to smash, eh?

Look, he feels terrible about that and a lot of other things.

-Aye, well, so he should.

-He'll get himself sorted soon.

You wait and see.

You can stare at it all you want, it's still going to be tea.

You all right?

-Was it really bad?

-Was what really bad?

Out there.

Living on the streets.

I'm not really sure I want to talk about that.

Sorry. I didn't...

I'm just worried about Nicole, that's all.

-Gina, I'm just gonnae take a break, all right?

-Sure.

-Is there any news on Nicole?

-No, sorry.

-So why are you here, then?

-I thought we could have a chat.

-About?

-About Nicole, and why she ran away.

Did she have any problems or issues?

What, apart from getting mixed up with this Cammy guy?

-I was thinking about something closer to home. Something within the family.

-Like what?

Michael and Leyla, for instance. Was she worried about them?

Why would she be worried about them?

Well, kids have a sixth sense when it comes to parents.

If they feel any tension, it can unsettle them.

-She never ran away because Michael and Leyla were having problems.

-But they were having problems?

No, what I'm saying is, the reason she left is out there.

-Not at home.

-Probably right.

Just thought with you being so close to Michael and Leyla, you might...

I'm close to Michael.

Well, I'll leave you to it, then.

Aye...

You'd think I was five years old the way she goes on.

All that fussing and nagging - more like a wife than a daughter.

-She's only looking out for you.

-I'm more than capable of looking out for myself.

I remember when I was the one who told her what to do. But not now.

-It'll happen to you, too.

-Is that right?

Aye. She might be over there right now,

talking boys and pop music, but give her a few years...

-Sorry. Who are we talking about here?

-Your girl.

-She'll end up running your life the way Gina runs mine.

-Are you saying you've seen Nicole?

Aye. In the Oyster.

Nicole!

-Where is she?

-Who?

-Nicole.

-Your dad said Nicole was here.

-When?

-He said he saw her this morning.

-I'm sorry, Michael. He's made a mistake.

I would've phoned you straight away if Nicole was here.

-What the hell is he playing at?

-Come on, you know he gets confused.

Didn't take you long to find a new mate, did it?

Let's hope she doesn't let you down the same way she did Nicole.

-Are you OK?

-No, Leyla. I'm not OK.

Mr Brodie!

I've been looking for you, sweetheart.

-Get off!

-Be nice.

-Get off me!

I just want to talk.

-Let me go.

-Know what your problem is?

You've got a big mouth.

Half of Glasgow's coppers are after me.

So, you're going to help me get out of here. You understand? Money.

-You get it and bring it to me. You bring it here...

-I don't have any...

Then get some. Cos I'm not doing time for you and that wee bitch.

If you want to see your pal again... Two o'clock. And don't be late...

or the Brodies won't be the only family missing a daughter.

-Aye! He was out of here like a shot, so he was.

-Sorry about that.

-Can I book you in later in the week?

-I don't know, hen. I'm a busy man. DOOR OPENS

There he is. The wanderer's returned. Did you get her, then?

No, Malcolm. We didn't get her.

-Oh. Must've just missed her.

-You know what, Malcolm?

-It's about time you started facing up to reality.

-Oh. Is that a fact?

-You need Gina to look after you. You're a liability.

-He was only trying to help.

Sorry, but the idea of people helping round here is frankly laughable.

Michael, calm down.

Seriously, if it's not this stupid old goat giving us false hope...

-it's her daughter holding back information.

-This isn't Christina's fault!

No, no, it's not just her.

Everyone around here is to blame. Bloody cowards.

Right. That's it.

-What on Earth are you playing at?

-What are THEY playing at, more like?

Look at them! Nicole's missing and that lot just go about their day.

Coffee in the Oyster. A quick trip to the doctors. A wee pint later.

What do you expect them to do? Turn every house upside down?

-That would be a start. Least it would show they care.

-They do care.

And they'd tell you that if you'd only listen!

Listening to people is how I got into this mess in the first place.

I knew this would happen. I should've trusted my instincts.

I should've reined her in but no, no. "Give her space, Michael,

"Let her experiment."

-She's only 16 years old!

-Right. So, now it's my turn, is it?

You're the one that said treat her like an adult.

Junkie boyfriends and going on the pill?

I was helping her make her own choices.

Well, now she's chosen to stay out there with God knows what kind of scum instead of coming home.

So, well done Leyla. Great work.

You know, maybe you're the reason she's not come home, Michael.

I mean, what sort of teenager would choose to come home to a dad

who runs his family like a boot camp?

Who barely shows his kids any affection?

-Treats them like his subordinates?

-That's enough!

-Yes, sir(!)

-Where's my next patient?

-She went home.

-Why?

Maybe she was upset by your outburst earlier.

-Why don't you go home, Michael?

-I've got some notes to catch up on.

They can wait. Your family need you right now.

I understand this helps take your mind off Nicole, but...

-I don't know what makes you think you're in a position to give me all this Zen-like advice...

-Michael.

I mean, why would I listen to you?

Michael.

There's been a development.

It's as if he's determined to alienate everyone.

I mean, does he think he's the only one that's suffering?

That no-one else is worried? And I knew it was coming.

I knew he blamed me all along.

Aren't you going to say something?

-Like what?

-I don't know. What you think?

I think he's worried about Nicole and people should give him a break.

Right. And does that include me?

You could spend less time arguing with him and try supporting him.

I am trying to support him, but he won't let me. That's the point.

-Try harder.

-Great. Thanks, Gabriel(!)

Well, what do you want me to say?

-He's my brother, Leyla.

-So now you're loyal to him?

-Well, it's about time that I was.

-What's that supposed to mean?

It's bad enough cheating with your brother's wife.

But when he's going through something like this...

I'm going through it, too.

It feels wrong, Leyla.

Wow.

Loyalty AND guilt? This is a big day for you.

SHE SIGHS

So, what are you saying?

You want us to stop this until Nicole's back?

Right. I see. Nice timing.

It couldn't go on for ever.

Clearly.

-KNOCKING>

-Gabe, it's Michael!

DOORBELL RINGS

Gabe, hurry up!

-They found a body.

-What?

They want me at the morgue. I don't know where Leyla is.

MUSIC: "Spies" by Coldplay

I was beginning to think you weren't going to make it.

-Sorry. A bit hectic over there.

-Booked out all day, eh?

-Yeah.

Glass of white wine.

I mean, I was only working with her a couple of weeks ago.

-What do you think happened?

-Something bad, by the sounds of it.

-You don't think she was...

-Annie!

-What?

You want to shake yourself and go and change that barrel.

What's that all about?

Michael Brodie's at the morgue.

-They found her?

-Probably just a coincidence.

-Yeah.

-False alarm, no doubt.

-Who'd be him today, eh?

-I mean, what's keeping them?

-They need to prep the body.

Prep it? Prep it for what?

For me.

The last thing they want to do is traumatise the loved ones.

If it's been a violent death, they do their best to hide the wounds.

Bloody hell. Look, maybe I should phone Leyla.

No point.

She's not picking up.

She should be here with you now.

If you want to go, please yourself.

Don't start, Michael. Your emotional blackmail crap didn't work when we were kids. It still doesn't.

Look, I just think you and Leyla should be together right now.

-Leyla and I haven't been together for a long time.

-Meaning?

-We're like a pair of strangers.

-Well, with Nicole...

We were like that before Nicole left. Just didn't notice.

That's marriage, though, isn't it? Ups, downs. You just muddle through.

What would you know?

Anyway, this is different.

-Feel like I've lost her to something.

-Like what?

I don't know.

All I know is she's not with me any more.

Good luck.

Brenda! Is it her?

We don't know yet. He's just gone in.

This is unbelievable.

I'll make you some tea.

-Michael did try to call you.

-What?

To let you know what was happening, but there was no answer.

Yeah, sorry...

I was in town and my phone ran out of battery.

-So in the end, Gabriel went along with him. For support.

-Right.

-By the way, how did you know?

-Sorry?

-The first thing you said when you came in was, "Is it her?",

but presumably you didn't get the message if your phone was down.

-So, how did you know?

-Dan told me.

I went to the health centre on the way back.

-I see.

-DOOR CLOSES

Is it her?

Michael.

What happened?

Wasn't her.

-You OK?

-Yeah. That poor girl.

Just lying in there all alone. Nobody with her.

Just some stranger standing over her,

relieved it's her that's dead and not his kid.

Come on, let's go.

-What they must be going through.

-It's every parent's nightmare.

Makes you wonder if it's worth having them in the first place.

-Sorry, that was a dumb thing to say. I'm so sorry.

-It's all right.

But to answer your question, they ARE worth it.

-You OK?

-Fine. Why?

-Just seem a bit nervous.

-Why would I be?

-I dunno.

-All I know is that you drink faster when you're nervous.

-No, I don't.

-Are you trying to say I've got a drink problem?

-There's another thing you do when you're nervous.

-Do what?

-You got all defensive.

-I'm not getting defensive.

-Just a wee bit.

Lenny, you know what? Maybe we should just call this a day, since you have so many problems with me.

OK. I take it back. You're not nervous. You're psychotic.

Frances.

All I wanted to do was meet and have a drink.

If you don't want to be here, go.

Sorry.

I don't know what's wrong with me.

Anyway, how do you know I drink faster when I'm nervous?

I notice things about you.

You and I need to talk.

What exactly did the school say?

That she didn't turn up and none of her friends know where she is.

-Maybe she's be back at the flat.

-I checked.

And I checked the cafe and the deli. Nothing. Something's wrong, Bob.

-She was so emotional this morning.

-She was upset about Nicole.

And if she knows the police found a body, she'll be even more upset.

-We need to find her.

-I can't get away from my work.

-Bob.

-I'm really worried about her.

-Right, you two! I want a word.

I know things are tight, but you might at least have asked me.

-Molly, what are you talking about?

-My wages.

The £40 one of you two pinched from the drawer.

-I didn't touch your wages.

-So, it was you, then?

-Of course not.

Well, somebody must have taken it, because it was definitely there this morning.

Oh. Not again.

-What's this?

-You wanted money.

Is that supposed to be a joke?

-Not going to get far with 40 quid, am I?

-It's all I could find.

Well, you better try harder. Cos I need out of here today.

Maybe I should call the police. Tell them where you are.

-You're not going to do that.

-I've been before, remember?

-If you grass me up, you'll never see your pal again.

-Where is she?

-Where's Nicole?

-She's safe as long as you get me more money.

Now you've got an hour, or it's Nicole that's going to pay.

We had a deal. You promised not to interfere in my business.

-But I did say I would help out.

-Help! I've had the same bakery supplier for ten years.

-And you're paying over the odds.

-In the food business, Lenny,

-you pay for quality.

-How much discount did you get?

-20%.

-That's quite good.

-He's a mate.

-Looking to expand, so we worked out a deal.

-I am still here, you know.

-Gina, why not call your supplier and tell them you're switching?

-Like hell I will.

Just tell them you've got a better deal and with pressure on your margins

and business being slow, you're going to take it.

-Look, let me spell this one out to you. Ten years.

-Exactly.

So they won't want to lose you. Might offer you a better price.

You'll not get 20%, but you'll get something.

I don't suppose it'd do any harm to give it a go.

Ten years is a long time.

Right. I'll phone him.

But I'm not going with your guy. Discount or no discount.

Sorry.

-Your mate won't be very happy.

-He'll get over it. That was quick thinking.

You know, if you ever get fed up working in the salon, we could work together.

What, me and you? Partners?

Would that be such a bad thing?

Do you know who the girl is?

We'll find out soon. Main thing is it's not Nicole.

Are you OK?

Bit of a scare. That's all.

-Shouldn't you be at school?

-I called them home. Thought they should be here just in case.

-Well, it's time you were getting back.

-Dad, I want to stay here.

Conor, this is a big year for you. I don't want you missing anything.

Just let them stay, Mick. It's no big deal if they miss an afternoon.

-It's only PE.

-Just go to school.

Look, off you go. We'll see you later.

-Maybe we should have a talk.

-Maybe you should just leave.

-Michael, please don't.

-I don't think you're helping here.

-How would you like me to help?

-By leaving.

You were the one who asked for this. You wanted us to pull out all the stops to find Nicole.

And now I want you to go.

I can call your boss if you like.

I mean, what's wrong with him?

Does he really think we can just carry on as normal with all this happening?

Meanwhile, he goes around shouting the odds like a maniac.

-That's my dad you're talking about.

-Well, he's still a maniac.

-Enough.

-Like father, like son.

-Say that again!

-What's wrong with you?

-Ask him. He started it.

-Aye, so I did.

-All right. Give it a rest.

-You two are supposed to be family, remember?

-Except we're not. Are we?

Hiya. Have you seen Christina?

-So now we're back in limbo.

-We just need to be patient.

-But it's the waiting that's killing me.

The not knowing.

Maybe it would have been better if it had been Nicole, then.

Why would that have been better?

Well, you wouldn't have to endure all that inconvenient waiting.

-For God's sake, Michael. You know that's not what she meant.

-Right.

Sorry. Are you interpreting for my wife now?

-Well, you seem to be having trouble understanding her.

-I tell you what I'm having trouble with.

I'm having trouble with where you were this morning.

-What?

-Well, where were you? Tried calling you. Half a dozen times.

-I was in town. My phone was off.

-Oh, how convenient.

Tell me this, even if I had got you, would you even have been bothered?

-What the hell?

-Seriously, would it have had any effect whatsoever?

Don't answer that.

Let me get this straight.

Not only is it my fault that she's gone,

now you're telling me that I don't care.

Well, it's not as if she's yours.

My God, Michael.

-If you really do think that, then...

-Then what?

Then I really don't know what we're doing here.

Me neither.

-Hey. What the hell are you doing?

-I'm going to the pub. Coming?

-You need to go back in there and fix things with Leyla.

-Why should I?

Because you're out of order. You're going to end up losing her.

-And what's that got to do with you?

-I'm just trying to help you, Michael.

I'm sick of your help, all right? I'm sick of you hanging around us.

Get your own family, Gabriel. Stop sticking your nose into mine.

Single malt.

Give me a second.

Was it her?

Good. I'll get that.

It's on the house.

INAUDIBLE

-Secret code, was it?

-What you on about?

Whatever you said to him in there.

-Just giving him some words of support.

-They had quite an effect.

Come on, tell me, what did you say to him?

-I just say I'd say a prayer for his daughter.

-Are you serious?

So, you off to the cemetery, then?

-Aye. Actually, I better get goin'.

-Yeah.

Me, too.

-Haven't seen Christina, have you?

-No. Sorry.

-I'm looking for Christina.

-She's not been in here.

-Just trying to see if anybody's seen her.

-Raymond,

-have you seen Christina?

-No. Why, is there a problem?

-I dunno. Maybe.

-Gone missing, has she?

-Just trying to find her, Michael.

Maybe she's worried the police have got more questions for her.

I know you've had a tough day, mate, so I'm going to bite my tongue.

Yeah, well it wasn't Nicole at the morgue.

-So why don't you say what you want to say?

-OK. Fine.

I don't appreciate you upsetting Tatiana.

-And I think you should give Christina a break.

-Is that right?

-Aye, that's right.

Well, I'm sorry Tatiana's upset but as for Christina...

-I don't understand why she waited so long to help my daughter.

-Because she's her pal.

She thought she was being loyal and she didn't want Nicole to get into trouble,

because that's what 15-year-old girls do.

And I know she was wrong.

I know she should've spoken up sooner...but she's a kid.

Just like Nicole. And kids make mistakes.

I'm sorry, but it had to be said.

-He sees you here, he'll go nuts.

-Let him.

Doesn't bother me.

Look, I know he's not the easiest person to be around right now.

He never was. You grew up with him. Was he always this uptight?

No.

Well, he was never Mr Laidback, that's for sure.

Why's he so angry?

Your sister going AWOL, that hasn't helped.

He was like this before she left.

You know, I once asked Mum why Dad never laughed.

She said he used to laugh... before they had us.

Hey, no matter what you think of him, your dad loves you.

-Doesn't mean we make him happy.

-Of course you do.

-Listen, son, you and the family mean everything to him.

-What family?

Look at us. Nicole's gone missing. Him and Leyla never talk.

-Yeah. And he's trying to fix that.

-Why? I mean, seriously, why bother?

We just make him miserable.

He'd be a lot more miserable without you.

See, I'm not so sure about that.

-Sometimes I think it would be better if...

-If what?

I don't know. I just want to see him laugh again.

-Maybe he didn't get your message.

-I sent him four in the space of an hour.

-He must've got one of them.

-He's probably in the house. Just go and speak to him.

-No.

-I can't do that.

-He might want some company.

-Four unanswered text messages?

-Look.

All you've done all day is hum and haw, and over what?

-A trip to the cemetery.

-Come on, it's more than that.

-Yeah, yeah.

-I get it, you're not ready to tell him how you feel.

-Exactly.

But would you rather he was sitting on his own thinking you don't care?

Go and speak to him.

All right? I was just about to text you back.

-I didn't know which one to answer first.

-Don't worry.

-I thought I should come round and talk to you anyway.

-Sounds ominous.

So, how was it? At the cemetery?

Yeah, it was nice. Well, not nice. Nice to go, you know?

-I was thinking...maybe I could come with you next time.

-Really?

I mean, I don't want to intrude and if you'd rather be alone...

No, no, no.

-I just got the impression, you weren't too keen.

-No.

I just wasn't sure how I felt about it.

And how do you feel?

That it would be a good thing to do.

Right. Well, I better be off, then.

Listen, I'm starving.

I was just about to order some food in.

-Fancy it?

-Yeah. Why not?

Christina?

Christina! Wait!

Christina, just calm down, OK?

What's the matter with you? What are you scared of? Is it me?

-God Almighty. Am I really that bad?

-Just leave me alone. OK?

Is that how Nicole felt?

Is that why she left?

Was she scared of me? Is that it?

You're her friend. Tell me! Christina!

I don't believe this.

She wasn't scared of you.

Thought you were with Michael.

I think he'd rather be on his own.

-You OK?

-Oh, I'm just brilliant.

You know, he had no right speaking to you like that.

-He was way out of line.

-You've changed your tune.

-What happened to "give him a break"?

-Aye, well, there's limits.

Maybe he's right. Maybe I would feel different if it was Adeeb.

-That's garbage and you know it.

-Is it?

Sometimes I think the only reason I want her home is so that things can just go back to the way they were.

There's nothing wrong with that, I suppose.

I think Michael might consider it a little selfish.

-Only cos he likes to have the moral high ground on absolutely everyone.

-He's certainly got it on us.

Do you really want things to go back to the way they were?

-Better than what I've got now.

-But not much better.

Even if she comes back, you know he's never going to change.

-You don't know that.

-Yeah, I do.

This is how your marriage is going to be from now on.

-Well, then we've got a pretty bleak future ahead of us.

-Not necessarily.

You could have a different one.

'How did we get here?'

Been asking myself that all day.

I remember them handing me this tiny thing at the hospital.

I just stood there, staring at her face.

And then 16 years later, I'm in the morgue

praying that it won't be the same face under the sheets.

And I have no idea how we got here.

See, everybody thinks she ran away because of the big stuff -

fights about Stevie, going on the pill.

I'm not so sure. By that time, it was all over. The damage was done.

-What damage?

-The damage the small stuff does.

The time you snapped at them

or didn't do the thing you said you would.

When you ignored them because you wanted a bit of peace and quiet.

-It all adds up. Bit by bit.

-That's just normal, though.

But that's what matters. Because it's those ordinary little moments that lead to the big awful stuff.

And if I could find out what those moments were,

if I could go back and change them, maybe we wouldn't be here.

Mr Brodie, I'm sorry... for not telling you about Nicole.

-It's not your fault.

-I was a coward.

No. What you did took courage.

And if you hadn't come forward, then God knows where we'd be.

The police know about this Cammy guy. They'll find him.

-They won't find him.

-What are you talking about?

This is unfair. You can't just spring this on me, Gabriel.

Look, I'm not saying that we need to do this tonight.

-This is stupid.

-No.

Stupid's staying in a marriage that's broken and can't be fixed.

-I can't leave him.

-Why not?

-He's lost his daughter.

And, what, I'm going to abandon him?

OK. We wait till she comes back.

And if she doesn't? If she doesn't come back?

There is never ever going to be a good time to do this, Leyla.

No, but there are some pretty bad times to do it.

And anyway,

this morning, you were all for calling this off.

Doesn't matter what I said this morning.

I've had time to think about this. It's what I want.

He's your brother.

And I would never ever do anything like this to him if I wasn't sure.

God, this isn't just about Michael.

This is about the kids, Conor and Adeeb. We need to think about them.

I am, Leyla. And I want to see them happy.

But what are the chances of that with you and Michaels' relationship gone to pieces?

You know, I still love him.

It doesn't change how I feel for you, but...

..I can't stop loving the man that I've built this family with.

-But the way he treats you, Leyla.

-It wasn't always like this. And...

..he might not stay like this, either.

What?

You think when Nicole comes back that he's gonnae change?

Well, maybe I have to live with that.

No, you don't.

Look, I know this isn't going to be easy...

..but all you have to do is say "yes".

We can do this, Leyla.

I can't.

I can't. I'm sorry.

-I'm sorry.

-Hey, it's going to be fine.

Listen, you better go home. Your mum and Bob will be worried about you.

And we can't have Molly out of pocket, can we?

-No, Mr Brodie, honestly.

-No, no, it's fine. It's the least I can do.

There you go.

-Thanks.

-Come on.

-What about Cammy?

-It'll be fine.

-You've done more than enough for Nicole.

-Will you call the police?

Soon as I get home.

I really miss her.

Yeah. So do I.

About time you showed up.

-Where is she?

-What?

What you on about?

Where's Nicole?

Don't know any Nicole, mate.

Get your hands off me.

-I'm not in the mood for you, mate.

-I'm going to ask you one last time. Where is she?

Aye.

See you later, pal.

HE CRIES OUT

-Where's my daughter?

-I don't know. I swear.

-You're lying.

-I don't know.

-Where is she?!

-Please!

-Where is she? Don't...

You tell me where my daughter is.

Where is she?

WHERE IS SHE?

CRIES OF PAIN

Where's my daughter?

Where is she?

All right?

-Look, about earlier, I didn't...

-No, I understand. It's your family.

It's your family, too.

We should get back.

Hey, boys.

Hey.

Hey. I'm starvin'.

-Sorry, I'll get dinner on soon.

-Will you just give us a shout?

Uh-huh.

Michael.

Are you all right?

-Michael. What's wrong?

-Nothing.

-Talk to me.

-Nothing to talk about.

Right. I better go.

See you later.

Wait, I'll see you out.

Yes.

Aye, I know it's only been a few hours but it's not like her.

Aye, but see, the thing is, she's taken some money.

No. She's no' a thief.

I just want you guys to start looking for her.

Mum!

-D'you know what? Just forget it.

-There you are. Thank God! Oh!

You had us so worried. Where have you been, Christina?

Nowhere. Just about.

-Is everything all right?

-Yeah. Everything's fine.

Bob and I think we should sit down tonight and talk about Nicole.

-It's OK. I talked to Michael.

-What did he say?

-Nothing.

He just helped me.

-Are you sure?

-He's a really nice man.

Michael, Brenda has some news.

-Have you found her?

-No.

-But we have found Cameron Tennant.

-So, what's he saying?

-Not much, I'm afraid.

-Have you questioned him? Is he at the station?

-Where is he?

-Right now, he's in the intensive care unit at the hospital.

-Mr Tennant has been the victim of a serious assault.

-By whom?

We don't know yet. But whoever it was wasn't messing about.

You can still question him about Nicole, can't you?

If he regains consciousness, then we'll speak to him.

Michael?

Are you OK, Dad?

You're a good lad, Conor.

Come here.

Go get your dinner.

-What is it?

-I've not been entirely honest with you.

Dr Brodie...

..I need you to come down to the station.

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