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What woman round here doesn't?

He's a dirty c*nt.

Do you like it?

Watch the f***ing dog!

I can't work this thing.

Jesus Christ,

you'll cut the f***ing head off.

- Is he your boyfriend?

- Stevie?

Why? Do you fancy him?

No!

Did he get you the dog?

Yeah. He's sweet.

You're a really pretty girl.

Where are you from?

London.

What are you doing in Scotland?

I came here to see someone,

but it didn't work out.

A boyfriend?

No.

There he goes.

- You looking for the toilet?

- Yeah.

- It's by the kitchen.

- Thanks.

Have we met?

I saw you in the caf.

Aye.

The caf. I remember.

Come here.

- I should go.

- Where?

- Home.

- You just got here.

Wait.

Tom, I'm following someone

who's heading for Spring Hill.

If you give me a description

I'll look out for him for you.

I'd like to do it myself

if that's all right.

OK, no problem.

Alfred?

I had to go up to the hospital.

It's on the way.

Coming in, then?

I haven't got long.

Brenda doesn't know I'm stopping.

I didn't tell her.

You've never been here before?

Yeah. A few times

when you first moved in.

We sat in the garden.

Brenda brought you a plum tree.

You said

a plum tree wouldn't grow in Glasgow,

if I remember.

Too wet.

I don't remember saying that.

It was shortly after the...

- It's stiff, pull it.

- I can manage.

Look...

I'm not looking for sympathy.

Far from it.

I've got a lump.

Might be nothing, but I'm getting on

and you never can tell.

You can't deny us any longer.

We have a right to say goodbye to him

properly. That's all I wanted to say.

Alfred, can I say something?

I want them here with me.

It'd feel wrong

to have them anywhere else.

You've got Brenda.

Can you understand?

This garden was nice

when you moved in.

It needs seeing to.

You've let it go.

Who is it?

Clyde?

He's not in.

Is that Stevie?

Who's this?

When's he back?

F*** knows. Who is it?

Can I leave something for him?

What?

Whisky.

Hiya.

I was at the party.

You're the bird

that knocked Clyde back, aren't you?

- Do you want a drink?

- Come in.

April, darling,

do you want a drink?

Just go in the front.

April.

Lazy bastard.

Wake up.

- Here, sit yourself here.

- All right?

Are you not going back

to London, then?

No.

Clyde's out.

I know.

I'm gonna wait for him.

I'll put on some jeans.

It's getting cold.

We were wondering how we'd

get through tonight. We're all skint.

Help yourself.

Ta.

That's some view.

Eh?

Some view you've got.

It's all right, isn't it?

So where is Clyde?

F*** knows. Trying to get work.

Thinks if he paints his number

on the van people'll phone for work.

Had one phone call in three weeks -

it was the wrong f***ing number.

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