17/10/2012 River City

Have you got no remorse at all for what you've done?

He killed my nephew!

Two wrongs don't make a right!

Kennedy had it coming!

I don't know you anymore, Raymond,

and I don't want you anywhere near my son, so if I were you,

I'd get myself a really good lawyer.

Don't worry, I will, and he'll be the best that money can buy,

cos I'm not going to let anyone ruin my life again, Eileen.

It's all hands on deck now with Christmas coming up.

-Christmas is months away.

-Well, you could look for a wee part-time job,

help out with the family finances.

# There's a sweet little girl that lives down the street

# Some people think she's square but I think she's sweet

# You could see her every day strolling up and down the way

# Looking so pretty and this is what I say

# She's got it

# Ooh baby she's got it

# Baby she's got it

# I can't do without her

# Baby blue eyes Long black hair

# Dimpled cheeks and she's no square

# She's got it

# Ooh baby she's got it

# Baby she's got it

# I can't do without her

# Her ruby lips Shapely hips

# When she walks down the street All the cats flip... #

-Hiya.

-Are you following me?

No! I'm going into town. Are you excited?

-Ma, gonnae just go?

-All right, all right, I'm going!

Good luck, darlin'!

Beat it!

My first client, welcome!

Er...no. I'm your new temp.

Eh?

The agency sent me along.

You're the new temp?

Aye, I joined up the other week. This is my first placement.

Really? Do you know how to...?

I did commerce at college, Eileen.

I can type at 60 words a minute, my shorthand's respectable

and I make a mean cup of coffee.

Right...

You going clubbing after work?

My wardrobe's a bit short on black and grey the now.

Right, well, come in and let's see how we get on.

And rest assured I'll pursue this matter in a robust fashion.

Your views and those of others will form part of the agenda

at the next meeting of the licensing committee.

Yours sincerely, Eileen Donachie, Councillor for the Shieldinch Ward.

Read that back to me, please.

Dear Mr Galbraith, I take note of your concerns

about the criminal elements associated with the public bar,

The Tall Ship. In light of recent events

other locals have also expressed their concerns to me

and rest assured that I intend to pursue this matter

in a robust fashion. Your views and those of others will form

part of an agenda at the next meeting of the licensing committee.

Yours sincerely, Eileen Donachie, Councillor for the Shieldinch Ward.

Great, yeah. Get that typed up.

No problem.

This is probably none of my business,

but is this not going to make things tricky for Raymond?

Seeing as how he's trying to open the Ship again and all that?

You're right, Kelly-Marie, it is none of your business.

-Sorry, I didn't mean to...

-This is what I was worried about

when I saw you this morning. A local girl working in this office,

-hearing things she shouldn't.

-So it wasn't just my dress sense then.

Everything that is said and done in this office has to be confidential.

Eileen, I would never...

I have to be seen to be fair and objective.

Of course.

Good. As long as we're both on the same wavelength.

Oh...for...

Hey, what do you call this?

A good night?

-Who was here?

-What is this? The Scottish Inquisition?

I met some people in a club, OK? We decided to get a takeaway

and come back here.

Yeah, I heard you coming in at three o'clock this morning.

My God, you're worse than my dad. What's the big deal?

No big deal, but some of us are still trying to deal with Deek's passing.

-Party time can wait.

-I loved Deek.

And it's not party time, OK, if anything it's drinking to forget.

Right, OK. That was uncalled for.

-Yeah, it was.

-Anyway, while you're here,

can I ask you what you intend to do about this month's rent?

That is so unreasonable! You know I've not got a job.

It's not my fault the Tall Ship blew up.

Zinnie, I'm trying to give you a bit of leeway here,

-but you have got to get a job.

-I am on it! Believe me, Raymond,

it's not that easy.

Right, OK, sorry. Look, I'm just a bit wired to the moon today.

What about?

Oh, boring adult stuff that you'd do well to avoid

for as long as you can.

Eileen?

We've got this mediation meeting later on.

And you're worried you're going to blow it?

No...

Yeah, a bit.

So...in a way all of this is good practice at keeping calm

in the face of provocation.

I suppose.

Seriously though, I can understand how hard all this must be for you.

Yeah, well, that's why I'm telling you to gather the rosebuds while you may.

Is that seasonal work?

Don't push it.

Stevie?

-Where you going?

-Got a few things I need to do.

-Like what?

-Stuff, Nicole.

-What is with you, Stevie?

-What do you mean?

You can't sit for longer than five minutes and talk to me.

You're up half the night, every night, watching TV.

Are you trying to avoid me?

No! Not at all.

Well, that's how it feels.

Right, I'm sorry, it's just...

everything that's happened this last wee while.

I know...a lot's happened with Raymond and Deek,

and you getting mugged the other week.

I still can't believe someone would do that.

Maybe it's delayed shock, that can happen.

You should've bounced back by now. I'm worried about you.

I'm sorry, darlin', I don't mean to worry you.

The old Stevie boy'll be back soon.

Promise?

I promise.

OK, thanks. Bye.

-There you go.

-Thanks.

How's the new girl doing?

-We're trying to do some work here.

-I'll see you later, Gran.

-I thought this was a council surgery.

-It is.

Ah, well, I'm a rate-payer and I've got a complaint.

-Do you?

-Yes! That's why I'm here!

Well, I'm all ears.

Wheelie bins!

I mean, when are we going to get some new wheelie bins?

We've been promised them for God knows how long.

We're being penalised for being poor people in tenements,

that's what it is. And I'll bet they snobs up in Jordanhill

have got Rolls Royce wheelie bins, and what have we got?

Auld bangers!

So when are you going to do something about it,

that's what I want to know?!

I'll send a memo to the cleansing department today.

And I've got a note of it.

That girl's on the ball, eh?

Ladies.

Oh, hello. Oh, you'll be well looked after here, son.

That's my granddaughter there.

Eileen Donachie.

Councillor. Mark Vincent.

Take a seat, Mr Vincent.

You're not local?

Eh...no.

What can I do for you?

Right, Gran, I'll see you later, OK?

Right, erm...cheerio.

I'll go and get you some coffee.

I must say, you're not what most people would picture

-when they hear the words, "local councillor".

-Sorry to disappoint you.

No, I mean a ringer for Susan Sarandon's

the last thing they'd expect.

Susan Sarandon is 65, let's just stick to business, Mr Vincent.

OK. I'm a property developer

and I'm looking for investment opportunities in this area.

For a new development you'd have to apply to the planning department,

-I couldn't...

-No, you don't understand, I specialise

in public private partnerships to upgrade council housing.

I buy the properties from the council,

then refurbish them completely and make a small increase

in the rent to cover my costs.

I can show you photos of my upgraded properties, all done to a high spec.

But there are none for sale round here.

No, not at present, but a local councillor can always

lobby the housing committee in a council desperate to cut costs.

And why would a local councillor want to do that?

For the appropriate consultancy fee, of course.

Consultancy...?

Here we go.

It's all right, Kelly-Marie,

Mr Vincent has to go.

-Do I?

-I think so.

Well, you have a think about what I've been saying,

and if you should change your mind, give me a call on that number.

Nice to meet you.

What did he want?

Tried to sell me stuff.

Chancer!

Bob?

-Aye.

-You going into work?

Aye...there's nae rush.

Bob.

What?

Look, I know...

I know you're suffering and that, but...

you need to try and get back into the swing of things.

The swing?

Aye, it's true what they say. Life goes on.

Who's they?

And did they know Deek?

Right, well, dae it for me then.

I'll try.

And gonnae no' bottle it up?

I need you to talk to me.

It's...

It's hard for me, being there, in the garage.

How do you mean?

Every time the door goes I turn round...

and I expect to see Deek coming straight in

with that wee smile on his face asking me

if I want to go for a pint.

There's something about that space.

All the times we shared there.

The laughs we had.

I just cannae get my head round the idea of never, ever seeing Deek again in my whole life.

Never.

It's as if the garage is, like...

a haunted place for him now.

I've never seen him like this.

It's early days yet.

It's no' just that but...

he's in the garage all day on his own.

He's just going more and more into himself.

Aye, I can see that would be hard, but he needs to work it through.

All you can really do, doll, is be there for him.

The rest is just time.

How'd you get to be so wise?

Every numpty has his day, doesn't he?

-Morning.

-Mornin', darlin'. Could I get a coffee and a bacon roll?

All right, Stevie son.

-How's it

-goin'? Don't ask.

Fair enough.

No, I'm just meaning I've got all this mediation stuff

with Eileen today plus she's still giving me grief for that other thing.

The other thing? Is that we're saying it is now, aye?

What do you suggest we call it?

Maybe something that doesn't make it sound so...normal.

Stevie, son...

Cheers, Stella.

-Hi, Raymond.

-Catch you later.

Hiya, wee man!

OK, Gina, you can leave everything to me, I'll let you get back to work.

I'm sorry, Raymond, I'm not sure.

I mean, I agreed with Eileen I'd look after Stuart this morning.

OK, I could sit with him in here until it's time for you

to take him back to yours.

-I don't know...

-Come on, Gina.

Look, could you not wait until after the mediation session,

you know, until you get it all sorted out?

You think one session's going to sort it?

It's Eileen we're talking about here.

Right enough.

Och, I don't suppose it could do any harm, eh?

None whatsoever.

-All right, wee man. Would you like a wee juice?

-Yeah.

Yeah! Well, why don't we ask Auntie Gina if she would get us one?

Yeah!

-Sure thing.

-OK, wee man, right.

We'll get you out of these wet things, will we?

-All right, wee man?

-All right, mate?

-How's tricks?

-Good, aye. Busy.

Mate, I don't how you stand it.

-What?

-Being in here on your lonesome all the time.

That would drive me nuts. I'd need somebody to talk to,

somebody to bounce off, you know what I mean?

Och, you get used to it.

-I know what you need.

-What's that?

An apprentice.

No, no' me.

THEY LAUGH

-You been talking to Stella?

-No.

-You sure?

Aye!

An apprentice...

I mean, I have thought about it before, you know?

But, nah, I could never afford it. Not on my turnover.

There's schemes now. You get grants. You wouldn't need to pay for it.

You fancy it?

Aye, all right then.

Brilliant!

-So...what do I do now?

-Leave it to me.

I'll stick notices in the mini-market and the Job Centre.

-Cheers, mate.

-Nae bother.

Had me goin' for a second there.

Raymond! What are you doing?

-What does it look like?

-You don't have my permission to have Stuart.

-Give us a break, would you?

-Come on, Stuart,

there's no reason why you should be piggy in the middle, here.

I'm going upstairs. Say goodbye to your daddy.

-See you, wee man.

-Bye bye.

Do you think you can just see Stuart any time you like?

I was in the Oyster. Gina came in with him.

What was I supposed to do, ignore him?

You can twist this any way to suit yourself, can't you?

Is this the way it's going to be in this mediation?

Eileen, it's to reach an agreement, that's what the mediation's for.

And that's what I hope we'll get. Don't you?

We'll see.

Hello again. Bad business, eh?

What is it, some kind of custody thing?

Aye, they were married and then they split up.

And then they had a wean.

I see.

Em...were you looking for somebody just now?

No, no. Just...walking around.

Well, I better be going.

Aye, cheerio.

Just trying to be civil.

Do you want to colour it in?

DOOR OPENS

OK, stay there, darlin'. You eat your sweeties and play.

-What's wrong with you?

-Wrong with me?

Why is your first instinct always to pick a fight?

I was provoked.

Stuart and I were out and about, we bumped into his dad.

He lives round the corner, for God's sake!

He's the one that's set up this stupid mediation carry-on.

He had no choice. He had to get outside help to get access to his son.

He doesn't deserve access.

You'd think he'd abused Stuart the way you're going on.

He put him in danger.

If I was to take that to a court, what would they say?

My son's father was in league with a man who was dealing drugs

and running prostitutes. I'd get a court order like that.

He'd be legally denied access to Stuart.

OK, Raymond's made mistakes,

just don't crucify him, eh?

Did you know that Murray's put up the cash for the pub's building work

till the insurance pays out?

It's hardly a shock. They're best friends.

Murray'll regret it.

Eileen.

It's such a mess.

What's happened? Why is it so hard all of a sudden?

Eileen...go, please,

just try and make the mediation work.

Teapot...

For everyone's sake.

Teapot...

I'll try.

STUART CRIES

Oh, Stuart!

Have you seen Raymond?

-Get lost!

-What's wrong?

Not now!

Rude!

How long's that been up there?

-Since this morning, how?

-I'm in the job market.

You? A mechanic?

It says apprentice, I can learn.

Zinnie, you'd have to get your hands dirty

and your false nails wouldn't last a day.

Don't be so sexist!

Right, well, let's put it this way.

You've kept your secret desire to be a car mechanic well hidden till now.

I'm broke, my rent's due

and Raymond's putting pressure on me to get a job.

Oh, well, that'll swing it then.

I'm sure wee Bob won't be so blinkered or misogynistic.

You're hurting my feelings now.

Right, do me a favour. Don't put this back on the board.

-What?

-Please!

Aye, all right.

Thanks! Wish me good luck!

Good riddance.

Everything OK?

He's fine apart from a rather large lump on his head.

Thanks, Doctor.

Remember, just keep a close eye on him over the next 24 hours.

-I will.

-If anything changes just get in touch.

Right, you need to phone Raymond, and let him know about this.

-Why? He's fine.

-He's fine now, but his dad ought to know. Just in case.

In case what?

You heard what the doctor said. We still have to keep an eye on him.

Yeah, well, I'll tell him at the mediation meeting.

OK.

We're just in here.

-Hi.

-Hi.

Give me two seconds, I'll just get us a pot of coffee.

Thanks.

It doesn't occur to you that this is all a bit of a sham?

-Let's wait for the mediator, eh?

-We both know what the real problem is.

Will we tell her?

I want this to be about what's best for Stuart.

Last week she asked me what was the biggest single issue between us.

What could I say?

Like I said, I just want what's best for Stuart.

I couldn't agree more.

Aye, I'll have it ready by tomorrow,

I'm just waiting on some parts.

All right, I will. Cheers, mate. Bye.

Hi, Bob.

All right.

-How are things?

-Eh, getting by, you know?

I mean, I miss Deek, I can't begin to imagine what it's like for you.

Aye, well, it's tough.

God, it must be.

Look, Zinnie, was there something I can help you with?

Eh, yes...

Actually, I've come about the job.

And I know, you must be thinking, "What does she know about cars?"

-Well, the answer is, zip!

-Right.

-But that is not a disadvantage.

-No?

-No!

It means that you can mould an apprentice in your own image!

Do you see what I'm saying?

I don't know, Zinnie.

I was kind of hoping to get somebody with qualifications in mechanics and...

I've got my Higher chemistry!

I don't really think that's what I need.

Look, Raymond is hassling for me rent. I don't know where else to go.

Can you not get, like, housing benefit?

Stand in a queue with all sorts of awful people and beg for money?

No thanks! Bob, I'm throwing myself on your mercy!

Please don't. Look...

I'm sorry, no offence, like, but I don't think I can help you out here.

I'll be destitute.

Somethin' will turn up.

OK, bye.

-Stevie, that's genius!

-Aye, suppose it is.

Who's organising the interviews then?

Muggins here. Rod for my own back.

-But I've got about thirty emails already, so...

-You're a star.

You don't mind if I use the Oyster as an office, do you?

-Be my guest.

-Yes! Cheers, Gina.

Och, he's got a good heart, that boy, eh?

He has. Mind I've got that IVF appointment later on?

Aye, no problem.

Right, so that's you getting the ball rolling now, eh?

-Baby steps to start with.

-Hopefully.

Och, I just need to get my hormone levels checked out

and then I can start on the fertility drugs.

It could be a long road, Stella.

I know. I'm nervous but I'm excited an' all.

Aye, and so you should be.

I just really want to make this happen for Bob's sake.

It'll take him a while to get over Deek

but if I was to get pregnant it would make him dead happy.

-And you too.

-Aye.

Just be careful not to put too much pressure on yourselves, eh?

I know.

So Eileen, tell us what your feelings are

about allowing Raymond access to Stuart

and why you think this required mediation to reach an understanding.

I never thought it required mediation to reach an understanding.

That was his idea, not mine.

So you felt you could achieve this between you eventually?

No, probably not.

So where do you think this was breaking down?

I never said that I was unwilling to allow Stuart's father access.

Our disagreement is over what constitutes reasonable.

And what would be your understanding of reasonable?

-Once a week?

-Joke!

Please, Raymond, you'll get your own opportunity to speak.

Sorry.

Can I ask you, Eileen, why just once a week?

Considering you still live quite near each other

in a close and, from what I can tell, tight-knit community?

I'm worried about exposing my son to someone who's so volatile

and often aggressive.

Oh, for God's sake! I'm sorry,

I know you said I had to wait my turn but I can't sit here

-and listen to this rubbish!

-See what I mean?

Oh, right, you disagree with somebody

and immediately you're labelled volatile and aggressive!

OK, OK, let's get this back on track, shall we?

What would your idea of reasonable access be, Raymond?

Right, well, obviously since Stuart was born

I've been seeing him on a daily basis.

But I would be willing to forgo that so long as I could see him

maybe three or four days out the week.

What are your thoughts, Eileen?

That's totally unacceptable, especially if it was unsupervised.

Unsupervised? What are you on about?

You're saying that you would want Raymond's time with Stuart supervised.

-You fear for his safety?

-I do.

-How do you feel about that, Raymond?

That is beneath contempt.

Are you suggesting that I'm a danger to my own son?

I'm not just talking about his physical safety.

I also meant his moral wellbeing.

Moral wellbeing? In what way specifically?

He shares a flat with a 20-year-old girl.

I'm not willing to have my son to be exposed to that kind of sleaze.

Ohh!

Right!

Now listen, I'm really sorry

and I'd like to thank you for your patience and your support,

and this is no way a reflection on your professional abilities...

but I do know when I'm wasting my time.

I'll see you in court.

I've seen this happen many times before, and more often than not

we end up back round this table, talking it through.

You know what?

That's not going to happen this time.

You're not serious?!

That's Eileen for you, she'll do anything to get what she wants.

She really thinks that you and me are..?

No, She doesn't think that at all, but that's what she's going to say in court

-when the custody proceedings start.

-The very idea of it! Yuck!

Cheers.

So my name is going to get read out in court?

Raymond, you can't let that happen!

-It won't happen, I promise you.

-It won't go to court?

Oh, it's going to go to court,

which is why we have to take pre-emptive action now.

-You've got dirt on her?

-No.

So what is this pre-emptive action?

-You're going to have to move out.

-What?

-Right away. I've got no choice.

-You'll make me homeless?

I can't get round this one, Zinnie.

This morning it was all rosebud gathering and leeway.

What happened to that?

My hands are tied.

You can't do this to me!

I'm not doing this to you, Eileen is.

Stop hiding behind her, you're the one that's throwing me out!

Look, I've got to put Stuart's best interests first,

-I can't let her get the upper hand.

-And to hell with me, is that it?

-I can go live on the streets?

-It's not going to come to that, Zinnie.

I don't have anybody.

You have got family here in Shieldinch, Zinnie.

They all hate me. Deek is the only one who looked out for me

or cared for me. It's so unfair!

Now you listen.

If life was fair, I wouldn't be battling to hold on to my little boy

right now, so don't talk to me about fairness.

I've got to go out for a couple of hours.

I want you and your things out of here before I get back, understand?

-Hiya.

-Hi.

-I forgot my keys, can I get yours?

Aye, sure. So, how did it go?

It wasn't good.

Oh, no...

Raymond lost the rag, it became a shouting match,

well, a one-sided shouting match.

I'm really surprised, I mean, he was determined he was going to make it work.

Well, that's not how it seemed. I felt humiliated.

Och, Eileen...

What, and is there no way that you can...?

I've left Stuart outside, I need to go.

-Zinnie, what's happened?

-Raymond threw me out.

So, suddenly, we're your family again?

I've got nowhere else to go.

Oh, come inside. Come on.

It was horrible!

I've never seen Raymond like that before. He was so cold.

I'm not making excuses for him, but the stress he's been under,

with the fire, with Deek, maybe it's not surprising.

Why take it out on me?

It sounds like this was as much Eileen's doing.

I know! Making out I was having an affair with Raymond. That is gross!

Look, Zinnie, if you are going to stay here for a while,

I can't have any conflict. You need to keep the peace.

Of course, and I'm looking for a job.

I will pay my way as soon as I can.

What is she doing here?

Raymond's asked Zinnie to leave Deek's.

Saw sense at last, did he?

-It's a bit more complicated than that, Nic.

-Wouldn't be for me.

-Right, let's get your stuff upstairs.

-What?

Zinnie's going to be staying here for a while

-until she gets back on her feet.

-No way!

Nic, Zinnie is my cousin, she's got nowhere else to go.

-So? I couldn't care less.

-Maybe I should go.

-Yeah, good idea.

-No, stay where you are!

This is my house too!

OK, well, let's sit and talk through this in a civilised fashion.

Forget it!

You don't need this grief.

Come on, let's find some space for your stuff upstairs.

And after everything that cow did to me, Leyla offers to put her up.

Can you believe that?

-Raymond chucked her out?

-It's hardly a surprise, is it?

HE LAUGHS

So, what you going to do about it?

What am I gonnae..? Nicole, it's no' my house!

So you won't even talk to Leyla about this?

She'd tell me to go and chase myself and she'd be quite right!

-I thought you'd back me up.

-Och, Nicole, stop it.

-Stop what?

-Acting like a wean.

What, like this? And this?

Very smart.

Just you get on with all this stuff that's more important than me.

That's exactly what I'll do.

It's not only underhand, it's perverse, it's devious,

-it's vindictive, it's...

-Eileen?

Exactly.

You think you're boxing clever and you just walk straight into a sucker punch.

You're like me, you see the best in people.

It's a good quality, don't lose it.

Yeah, it'd be good if I could misplace it for while though, eh?

You can't change your spots now, Raymond.

That's why Sean what's-his-name was able to take advantage.

Not because you were naive, but...

Murray, let's not go there, eh.

Sorry, I know it's still raw, but you know what I'm saying?

Sure.

-Oh, this came earlier. Recorded.

-It's brown. It can wait.

Oh, hi, how's young Stuart?

-Aye, he's good, thanks.

-So, no adverse reaction?

-Eh?

-To the bump on the head.

Oh, yeah. No, no, he's fine.

Good. Glad to hear it.

What bump?

That's what I'd like to know.

I told her she had to phone you,

but she said she was going to tell you at the mediation session.

-So, how is he?

-He's absolutely fine.

Look, Eileen was in earlier on, she told me what went on.

Oh, I can imagine. All my fault, was it?

Raymond, what happened? I had high hopes.

Me too, but that one was a game changer.

What one was a game changer?

What exactly did she tell you?

-Are you off your head?

-No, I'm just coming to my senses.

You won't get legal aid for this.

Where are you going to get the money for lawyers?

I'll think of something.

I don't know you any more.

It's not me that's changed.

To accuse Raymond of being mixed up with that young girl Zinnie.

I mean, what's that meant to achieve?

-It's a means to an end.

-It's a means to a disaster!

Don't you expect any sympathy from me from now on.

You had a chance there and you blew it.

-You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

-Well, I'm not.

Where's Stuart?

He was exhausted, I put him down early.

Look, I've got some work to do at the office, could you..?

Right. I'll be here.

They said that the tests showed that

the now isnae the right time to start the IVF.

So I've to go back soon.

I'm sorry.

What for?

I'm just starting to realise how selfish I'm being.

Yeah, well...you're grieving, that's allowed.

No, you were right this morning, I need a boot up the backside.

That's not what I said.

Aye, well, you should've.

I mean, you're the one that's going to have to go in there

and get tested and God knows what.

And that wouldn't have to happen if it wasn't for me.

I'm the cause.

Don't you ever say that again, Bob Adams.

For better or worse, remember?

Aye. It's time I got better then.

I love you.

I love you too.

KNOCK ON THE DOOR

Job applications.

-What? In one day?

-I know, mental, innit?

All right, doll? There you are, the hopefuls.

You'll be beating them back! This was a really good idea, Bob.

My idea? Aye right.

Look, I know you two were in cahoots with this all along.

What?

No.

But I'm fine with that.

It's amazing what you get done when there's no boozer to go to.

DOOR OPENS

Working late?

You got it.

How about a drink when you knock off?

God loves a trier.

A drink, that's all.

I'm going straight home once I'm finish here.

You think the words "property developer"

should come with a health warning, eh?

At the very least, but I am actually I dead beat.

Saw you in the street today.

Was that your ex?

Private territory.

Hey, I went through a very messy divorce myself.

All I can say is, you have my sympathy.

Was it that obvious?

No, it wasn't.

Just when you've been there yourself...you know.

You got children?

No, luckily we didn't have that complication.

The courts will have to sort this one out.

It'll be hard going. I wish you luck.

-Thanks.

-I'll let you get on.

-Bye.

-Bye.

Are you the guy who had the day from hell?

That is not the password.

That's the password.

Right, now that I am fortified with drink, time to open this.

I just hope it's a big tax demand,

cos that would be a perfect end to the perfect day.

In the name of...

Monster bill?

I have been summonsed, no less,

to appear before the city council to answer

a raft of complaints made by certain residents in Shieldinch...

-regarding the Tall Ship public house.

-Och, you're kidding!

Oh, it gets better.

Motions on behalf of said residents tabled by none other than

Eileen Donachie, councillor to the Shieldinch Ward.

-She told you nothing about this?

-Nothing.

She was obviously keeping it as a nice wee surprise for me.

I should've seen it coming.

Raymond, this is outrageous! Totally and utterly outrageous!

-She's not going to get away with this!

-It's a tactic.

She knows I'm up to my eyes in debt

and she's trying to make sure that I couldn't afford a custody battle.

Don't you worry.

That shrew will not get you like Gina got me.

I'll pay for the lawyer.

You will not! You've committed enough to the Ship already.

Raymond, you are my best friend and I will not let you go down!

Do you hear me? I will not allow that to happen!

Thanks.

And this...tactic of hers changes everything.

You spoke today about boxing clever?

-Yeah?

-Well, now it's time to fight dirty.

-Eileen Donachie?

-Yes.

-We're from the social work department.

-Uh-huh?

We've received a report of an injury sustained by your son Stuart.

What? Who made this report?

-I'm not at liberty to say.

-Was it his father?

-May we come inside and discuss this, Ms Donachie?

-And if I refuse?

We have an emergency court order to carry out an examination on your son.

If you refuse us access, I'm afraid we'd have to return with the police.

He's asleep.

Right, through here.

-Oh, hi, Zinnie.

-Don't "hi, Zinnie" me! What is that notice all about?

-Oh, the assistant vacancy?

-Oh, the assistant vacancy!

Yes, the one you neglected to mention yesterday.

Eh...well, it wisnae, eh...it wisnae approved by head office.

They had to sanction it.

I bared my soul to you yesterday. Told you how desperate I was!

I thought you wanted to be a mechanic?

It didn't work out.

-I'm amazed.

-That was a cry for help and you chose to ignore it!

Zinnie, bottom line - could we get on?

Well, I, for one, would be perfectly willing to ignore your boorishness.

Oh, well, if I could ignore your rudeness and delusions of grandeur.

See? We can acknowledge each other's faults. This is healthy.

-Zinnie, it wouldn't work.

-Raymond threw me out!

-What?

-I told you he was pressurising me for rent.

Well, yesterday he evicted me.

Oh, God, that doesn't sound like Raymond.

He was very cruel, and wounding.

Leyla is putting me up temporarily,

but she's made it clear if I don't pay my rent, I'm out on my ear.

-Bob, help me!

-Stop that!

-I've got nowhere else to...

-All right!

A month's probation. No guarantee.

-Bob, you're a life-saver!

-Aye.

You won't regret this.

A bump on the head. That was all. A simple accident.

If you don't believe me, go and speak to the doctor at the health centre.

-We already have.

-So what happens now?

Now that you've seen a perfectly contented wee boy

with a bump that's already gone away?

We'll make a note of that but we will still have to come back

-and see Stuart.

-And will it be another raid?

But it wasn't a raid.

We simply needed to speak to you about your child's welfare.

OK, but I want it on record that this is an act of spite by Stuart's father.

We are about to go to court for custody and access

and this is his attempt to blacken my character. It's despicable.

We'll make a note of your comments

and we will write to you formally about our findings.

We'll see ourselves out. Thanks for your co-operation.

My pleasure.

Bob, this is Tam.

All right, Tam, pleased to meet you.

Aye.

Take a seat. Tam.

So, Tam, how would you describe the four main elements

of an internal combustion engine?

What? This a trick question?

No, it's meant to be like an opener, you know like a...

A question you'd ask somebody that wanted to be mechanic.

Aye, that's it.

So, internal combustion?

Any idea?

Listen, lads, I've no' got a clue. The social sent me down.

Said they were gonnae cut my money if I didn't show. So, I'm here.

Raymond, how low can you go?

How low do you want?

Actually accuse me of harming my own child?

You tried to hide it from me.

Obviously I was right to! Anything's fair game for you.

Don't you talk to me about low. All that crap about Zinnie

and now you're putting the future of my pub in doubt.

-So, you got the letter then?

-Yeah, well done, councillor.

Look, if somebody comes to me with a complaint,

as a local councillor, I can't just ignore it.

You're shooting yourself in the foot here!

You want me to provide for Stuart,

and you're taking away my means for doing so?

There's no certainty that you will lose your licence,

it'll probably just be a censure and a warning.

Come on, I've had my complaints in the past, as well you know.

There's every chance they could shut me down over this!

Well, you know what? It's nothing more than you deserve!

I'm going to make sure you don't get it all your own way.

Oh, there he is, the Ship's Mr Big Investor.

Did he put you up to this?

I can fight my own battles.

-I'll catch you later, Raymond.

-OK.

So what's he getting out of this?

You might find this difficult to understand

but he's just helping out a friend.

And would he help you out if he knew the full facts?

You wouldn't dare.

You cross me again and I don't know if I could keep that to myself.

Well, chew on this...

You go to the police, and you'll get charged with being an accessory.

Do you want Stuart to go into care?

Cos that's a legal fact. Bear that in mind.

You're evil.

Great to meet you, Graeme.

Aye, thanks for coming.

Thanks. See you after.

Right...so, what do you think?

Well, at least he owns his own overalls. He made that clear.

Right, well, that's the lot, apart from one no-show.

KNOCK ON THE DOOR

Hi, I'm really sorry, I got lost.

Am I too late for the interview?

No, no. Come on in.

I'm Alice Reynolds.

Aye, aye, your name's down here.

Bob Adams. This is my garage.

This is Stevie. He's been helping me out with the interviews

and that, you know?

I'm really sorry, I turned right when I come out the subway,

and I think I've just been going round in circles.

Och, nae sweat, doll. Take a seat.

You new to Glasgow then, aye?

Yeah, I've just moved up.

I like that toy subway you've got though. It's proper cute.

Well, that was originally built when everybody in Glasgow

was the same size as Bob.

Ignore him. So, what brings you north, Alice?

I heard the weather was better than Rochdale.

And what about life as a grease monkey? How does that sound?

Perfect. I stripped my first engine when I was eight.

A two stroke motor.

The bad thing though, it was for my dad's lawnmower

so he wasn't too happy about finding it lying in bits.

BOB LAUGHS

I bet he wisnae.

THEY LAUGH

I used to spend my summer holidays as a gopher in the garage

where my dad used to work.

Soaked in engine oil, happy as a pig in the proverbial.

Alice, could you give us two minutes, please?

Yeah, yeah, no worries. I'll wait outside.

What do you think?

-I like her.

-Aye.

And she's the first one that's actually mentioned an engine.

But are we being too keen because of that?

She's short on real-world experience.

Aye, but that's no' her fault.

Even if it's just the basics she's got, that's fine.

It's an apprenticeship, she can learn.

Aye.

-So, will we go with her then?

-Aye, well, I mean, it's your call, Bob.

You're the one that's going to be working with her.

-I've just got a good feeling about her, you know?

-Aye, me too.

BOTH SHOUT: Alice?

-Would you like the job?

-Yes! I can't believe this!

Aye, well, you would, doll, if you'd seen the mob we had earlier.

Welcome aboard.

Eh...you can start just as soon as we've got the paperwork sorted.

Is that all right?

Yes, that'll be buzzing!

Have you eaten yet?

I had something earlier with Stuart.

OK.

So did you speak to Raymond today?

Oh, yes.

Right, how'd it go?

He set social work on me.

-What?

-Stuart's bump.

I was subjected to a visit from two social workers

investigating possible child abuse.

Oh, Eileen...

This has got to stop.

Are you blaming me for this?

Well, that's his retaliation to the Zinnie thing, isn't it?

Yeah, that and the licensing committee letter.

You two are slowly poisoning each other. This has got to stop.

It will, in the courts.

That's not a good thing.

If it keeps Raymond away from Stuart, it is a good thing.

Badness. Just pure badness!

That's funny, that's exactly what I was telling Raymond.

Well, if he's bad, then you're no different.

I don't know why you can't see that!

I haven't killed anybody.

What are you talking about?

Raymond has.

Raymond has what?

Killed somebody.

What?

Gina...

Raymond killed Sean Kennedy.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Presenting Montego Motors' new apprentice!

Stevie, you're embarrassing the lassie.

It's all right, Bob.

Hiya!

-Alice, this is my wife, Stella.

-Pleased to meet you, Stella.

Same here. You're English, aye?

-Nobody's perfect.

-Shut it, you!

Oh, it's all right, I'm used to him already.

And this is my girlfriend, Nicole.

-Nice to meet you.

-Likewise.

So, this is where you come for a right good coffee.

-Do you want a cappuccino?

-That would be perfect.

Let's get a seat.

She's nice, eh?

Aye, and good-looking.

Hey...she was the best qualified.

I'm kidding on. I'm sure she was.

You look happy, so I am too.

Cheers.

You joining us?

No, there's some stuff I need to do.

Great news! I just got a job in the mini-market!

Get lost!

Nicole!

Will you no' come back?

I've hardly seen you all day, doll.

And whose fault's that?

Look, I'm sorry, but...

I'm trying to do something good.

Something nice, can you no' see that?

Yeah, I can see you being nice, Stevie.

I see you being nice to everyone. Just not to me.

You need help with this.

My God, you need help with this one.

And now you have to live with this too...

I wouldn't wish that on anybody.

What about the police?

As far as I know, they're burying it with Sean.

Do they suspect Raymond?

Let's just say they're not pursuing it

because they've got the guy that killed those prostitutes.

Look, I'm not condoning murder but like I said before,

if anyone deserved it, he did.

Gina...that is condoning murder.

Raymond was defending his family, his life. He was desperate!

Come on, you know what that's like.

Remember Archie?

No, that is not the same. Archie wasn't murdered.

We did what we thought was the lesser evil.

You can't compare them.

Raymond actually killed Sean Kennedy.

There is no lesser evil.

And this is the guy that killed Deek!

He was scum of the earth,

that doesn't give Raymond the right to be his executioner.

OK, well, look at it this way,

Raymond's going to have to live with what he's done

for the rest of his life. Is that not punishment enough?

Gina...

I'm not gonnae to turn him in.

But I can't look at Raymond Henderson without thinking...

"You're a murderer."

Plain and simple, "You're a murderer."

And what kind of mother would let her child near somebody like that?

I need to go to a meeting at the City Chambers, would you..?

Yeah, I'll look after Stuart.

Thanks.

-Thanks.

-Cheers.

Cheers.

Great to see you again, actually I didn't expect...

Can we just cut to the chase?

Fine by me.

I need to have a plan in place as soon as possible for my future.

And most of all, I need money.

Well, I can't give you the plan but I can give you the money.

So let's talk business.

I've had a good look around Shieldinch

and the properties highlighted here are the ones that I've targeted.

So what happens next?

Well, I've looked over the council maintenance schedule

and those houses require major work in the coming year.

I'm sure they'd be delighted to offload those expenses,

with some encouragement...

I need you to promise me one thing.

Name it.

Nobody gets shafted. These are vulnerable people on low incomes.

That's not what I'm about, I promise you.

So...

What kind of money are we talking about here?

Well, taking in to account my outlays

and the profit margin I need to maintain,

I think we're talking about...

£15,000 in consultancy fees.

How does that sound?

That sounds fine.

Deal?

Deal.

Who does Leyla think looked after Conor and Adeeb,

when she was steaming every night for all those months?

Now it's Connor's birthday,

and I'm not fit to watch him for a couple of hours.

You have never worked in an office.

Are you saying I can't learn anything new?

You calling me an old dog that cannae learn a new trick?

-Our parents are meeting!

-Exactly!

You have two lovely human beings as parents, I have Edward.

Now the kids are out the way we can get this party started!

You're just the same as everyone else,

talking to me like I'm a child.

Well, maybe you should grow up then.

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