Lip Service

Glasgow's my home. I want to stay. - You're staying?

It just feels like Frankie's needling her way into my life.

This is Frankie. Frankie's doing the photos for our new brochure.

I thought this might be one for Jay to take charge of actually. Jay?

Easier to be the scarlet woman than come out of the closet, I suppose.

I do love him. We don't want to cause a scene, do we?

I think you've managed that already, sweetheart. Aaargh!

I'm now dumped and homeless. I can help you find somewhere.

You're moving in with Frankie? Yeah.

Who's that then? That's Hayley, the fit intern.

She's been flirting with me non-stop.

Hayley... Hayley.

It's ketamine.

The album she made of you as a kid, it's gone.

Who the hell would want my photos? Something was sent here.

A photo album? Sent to someone called Annie Cawthorne.

We have got copies of most of the documents you requested.

Your parents' death certificates along with your sister's.

Little Francesca. Tragic losing someone so young.

This programme contains strong language and scenes of a sexual nature.

Is that all you've got? Yep. All my worldly goods.

Yeah, I'm the same. Just got a few bits.

What?

Tess, what is all this?

It's my life. Is that everything?

Absolutely everything.

Oh, shit. I left my sponge bag in the bathroom.

I'll get it. Thank you.

Oh, and there's a book on that weird shelf thing. All right.

And a jumper on the clothes horse by my room.

And the mascara.

Oh, shit! Sorry. It's all right.

I'm just looking for Tess's bag. It's OK.

No. Um...

I'm Sam.

Yeah.

And you must be...Frankie?

Yeah, Cat's told me all about you. It's nice to finally meet you.

Yeah.

Yeah.

What the hell are you doing?

Sorry, I was just... And your door was...?

What? Open?

Sorry. Frankie...

I don't want to fight all the time. It's boring.

Yeah, I agree.

Shit, I remember that!

Your gran's house.

Officially the ugliest vase ever.

I can't bring myself to chuck it out.

It was the one last thing she gave me before she died.

Are you OK?

Yeah. Sure?

Yeah, I'm fine.

We used to raid her drinks cabinet when she was at church

and mix cocktails in it. Remember? What was it again?

Sambuca and Um Bongo...

They drink it in the Congo.

Which somehow I seriously doubt.

Sam, this is Frankie. Frankie, Sam.

We met.

Do you mind if I borrow this? I've got court this morning.

What are you planning to do? Flash the judge?

You got to use what you got.

Yeah, I'd better go. The driver will be doing his nut with Tess.

I'll come and see her off.

Bye bye, roomie.

Love you.

Love you, too.

Bye.

Oh, my God! "Love in the afternoon."

Come on.

Ugh!

Want to meet for lunch?

I doubt I'll be finished. These things have a habit of dragging on.

I'd love to watch you in court. Yeah?

It's just like it is on the telly. Really? Oh, yeah.

Yeah, good looking jury, a wise old beak.

Me on the stand, being viciously cross-examined

by a curiously sexy Glenn Close.

Shit!

What? My boss. I don't want to be late.

Not when he's so pleased with me already. I'll call you later. OK.

Give my regards to Glenn!

Morning.

Morning. My office, five minutes.

Is this it?

I guess so.

Is it legit?

Oh, my God! This is amazing!

Nice one, Sadie.

You should shag a letting agent more often. Yeah!

Uh!

My world may be turning to shit, but yes, we have some bongos.

So, no doubt you heard our bright young intern

had an attack of the vapours in the office? Yeah.

Yeah, she hasn't been back. Is she still ill?

Ill? Yeah, well that's what I assumed. Ketamine.

Sorry? Commonly prescribed by vets as a horse tranquiliser.

It seems like it's the drug of choice for our Hayley.

Shit! Really? I had no idea.

No? No! Course not.

I can't believe it. She's bright and keen and good at her job.

Not any more. I had to fire her.

You see, the thing is, Cat, you interviewed her, hm?

You recommended her, she's your protege.

I thought you might've noticed she was taking drugs in the office.

I didn't notice anything. Obviously. If I had, I would've done something.

Yeah, you have been a bit distracted lately.

Is that your new squeeze I saw this morning?

Her name's Sam. Sam? Yeah, that's right, yeah.

Which of the noble Sapphic professions does Sam belong to?

Social worker? PE teacher? Freelance yoghurt maker?

She's a Detective Sergeant. Oh!

Well, maybe she'll be able to give you a few pointers next time.

How to spot suspicious behaviour?

So what it's like working at Cat and Jay's?

Fascinating. I'm the Annie Leibovitz of architectural photography.

Well, at least you've got a job.

What are you up to today?

Thought I'd take a spin round the Italian Centre.

New handbag, haircut.

Just a bit of fun with my never-ending disposable income. Enjoy that. I will.

Then again, I might just watch Lou on the telly and drink my own body weight in gin. Tess, get over it!

Plenty more lesbians in the loch. Mm? You reckon!

Trouble with you is you don't know where to look.

Ah.

There you go. "What you want, when you want it."

Easy as ordering a pizza.

No. Absolutely not. I'm not that desperate.

It's full of skanks and psychos.

What d'you want your user name to be? Clitoris.

And how are you spelling that? Frankie, I don't want to do it.

What's the alternative?

Sitting round here, pining after someone you can't have? Yeah.

It doesn't work.

Just put a profile up and see what happens.

Ah, OK.

What you looking for?

Friendship first? Fun?

Fisting?

Fisting.

Did you know about Hayley?

Hayley? What about her?

She was off her tits. Ketamine, for chrissake.

Who said that? Alistair.

That's why she keeled over the other day.

Did you know she was on something?

No, of course not. How would I know? Exactly!

Why would you take drugs in the office anyway? Stupid girl!

God, I hope she's all right.

I don't know why you're so worried. It's not your fault.

That's not what Alistair thinks.

He's been weird with me ever since I turned down his weekend cottage.

Sheep shagging in Shetland.

Then he finally susses I'm gay,

it's given him a whole new stick to beat me with.

Listen, don't worry about it, it'll all blow over.

I was right.

I've just been browsing members in this area and they're all...

What's that? Nothing.

Are you OK?

I'm going to go to work.

Listen, don't tell Cat about Hayley, OK? Why?

Alistair's blaming her,

she doesn't need to know I had anything to do with it.

What? So Cat takes all the flak while you waltz away?

It's not like that.

Ssh.

Hiya.

Oh!

Thanks.

I've downloaded the images from the Haybridge Court Project,

so we can take a look at them now.

What? You. Straight to business. It's not like you.

What's that supposed to mean?

Frankie. I'm just trying to do my job, all right? Christ!

What's the matter?

Frankie, what's going on? And don't say nothing.

Nothing.

You're a crap liar. Come on, you're all over the place.

All right. You want to know what's going on?

I'm dead.

What?

I don't understand, the date on this...?

The same day my parents died. The car crash.

Francesca Alan died on the same day as her parents.

But you survived. Your aunt and uncle...

Took me in. Little orphan Frankie.

No, no, they didn't because she was dead.

Frankie...

Fuck! This is...

So you're not who they said, who they told you you were?

It's a total mindfuck. Yeah.

Yeah, it is.

But you know what? I'm not even surprised.

What d'you mean?

I always knew that there was something that they weren't telling me, some secret.

Conversations would stop when I walked into rooms,

closed doors and whisperings and...