04x04 - Episode 4

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POLICE RADIO

Situ, police attendance required.

Sarge? We've got a shout.

OK.

CAR ENGINE STARTS

I called an ambulance!
Where's the ambulance?

It's on its way, Mrs Klein.

Can you show us where Alfie is?
He's in here.

Alfie! Alfie, can you hear me?

How long has he been like this?

I don't know, Marlene.

He was lying there when I arrived.
I rang 999 straight away.

They said they were sending
an ambulance... It's OK.

It's OK, OK. Callum! Yeah?

Can you fire a rocket up
the Ambulance Service, please?

On it, Sarge. Cheers.

Right, OK, Diane, I'm just going to
roll him into the recovery position.

OK?

One, two, three. OK.

There we go.
DISTANT SIREN WAILS

That's the ambulance now.

Oh! At long last!

The flowers were bought online

using a credit card owned
by a Betty Harlow, who's 92.

She says she lost her handbag
a couple of days ago

and she didn't realise you're meant
to cancel your cards.

So it's a dead end?

One thing I don't understand is
why would Marlene be so upset

if she had seen those flowers?

Because they're supposed to
be from a friend of ours.

Shelley...

..who went missing


What, so it's a wind-up?

Maybe.

But sending flowers to Marlene
on the day she buried Barry...?

Aye. That's proper creepy.

I need your help.

Ever heard of knocking?
This is an emergency!

Any signs of a struggle?

The state of the place,
it's impossible to tell.

I was talking to the neighbours.

They heard shouting
coming from Alfie's caravan.

OK. So the chances are
this wasn't an accident.

SIREN WAILS

A jumble sale? You barged in
here because of a jumble sale?

Is that what this is in aid of?

Your husband should be a detective.

Sorry, guys, can I...?
Can I go, or...?

Aye, aye. You can trot off,
young Ryan.

Unless you know somewhere big enough
to hold a jumble sale.

What happened with the church hall?

Water tank sprang a leak.
The place is drenched.

Have you thought about the pub?
The Commodore?

Trust you to suggest
that den of iniquity.

It is big enough for a jumble sale.

It's stuffed to the gill with
drunkards, gluttons, fornicators.

Must be why it's so popular.

You know what they say, Mother.

What? Beggars can't be choosers.

Erm, tell me, Diane,

why did you go round to see your
son this morning?

To take him for breakfast
at The Commodore.

My treat.

Alfie's a sucker for
a pain au chocolat.

So, when you got to the caravan,
you didn't see anything unusual?

Only that the door was wide open.

I put my head through it and...

..that's when I saw my lovely
wee boy just lying there.

Can you think of why anyone might
have wanted to hurt your son?

Definitely not! Quite the opposite.

That lad is as soft
as freshly churned butter.

Everybody loves him.

He will be OK, won't he, Marlene?

My daughter Lily...

..since I divorced her dad, we've
had a very difficult relationship.

Alfie's all I've got.

It's OK.

What's it a painting of?

Ach, goodness only knows!
Apparently, it's an abstract.

Ah! Oh! After you, dear lady.

I do not normally frequent
this kind of establishment.

It can be our secret.

All right.

Lois Dunlop.

We don't often see you in here.

Ever. You don't ever see me in here.

She wants to ask you a favour.

Sorry, do you mind if I...?

Aye. Aye, you can scoot off now.

Can I help you?

This lady was first.

The lad was right.

I need to ask you a favour.

A big one.

Can we hold our church
jumble sale in your bar?

When?

This afternoon.

You want to hold a jumble sale
in my bar

this afternoon? That's right.

Even though you haven't set foot
in this place for 30 years?

Yep.

OK.

Sorry, what?

That's fine.

Oh, great. Thanks.

May I ask...?

Why I've said yes?

Because you've done nothing
but slag this place off for decades.

Today you're going to see
it for what it truly is -

the heart of the community.

Oh, I think you'll find that
the church is actually

the heart of the... Oh, I grant you,
my mother did often complain about

the behaviour of some
of the fishermen and farmers

that used to drink in here.

But these days, we're all lattes
and kids' portions,

not spit and sawdust.

Times have changed.

And so should you.

Now, I'm sorry for the wait.
How can I help you?

Can I ask you a question?

Yes.

Has anyone ever written
a song about you?

Something about a lady
and her being divine?

As a matter of fact, they have.

My husband.

You must have heard it on the radio.

I never did. I swear.

Well, then, how do you know?

I can see it.

Sense it. It's like an aura.

All around you.

Do you mean...? That's right.

I have the gift.

When we left the hospital,
Alfie was out for the count.

So, what are we thinking?
Robbery gone wrong?

Yeah. It's possible.

Mind you, I don't think Alfie owns
anything worth stealing.

He's never held a job down for more
than two minutes.

So no-one saw this assailant?

No. But the caravan park owner
has a camera at the main gates.

He's going to send the footage over.

How does Alfie Klein have no money?

Well, what do you mean?

Well, his father, Oliver,
was a famous artist.

Was? Aye.

Oliver died a couple of weeks back.

Actually, that was the last funeral
Barry ever conducted.

Mum used to clean for Oliver Klein.

Never stopped going on about her
famous client.

She cleans for Lily now,
the daughter.

She inherited Oliver's house.

And what did Alfie get?

From what I heard, nothing.

This Oliver, did he have a lot
to leave?

I would have thought so.

I mean, his work is highly
sought-after.

You'd have to shell out a whole
lot of cash for a painting

by Oliver Klein.

Mrs Dunlop, what is all this?

Your good lady wife has kindly
agreed to let me

hold our church jumble sale
here this afternoon.

Of course she has.

Clint! Come here!

This fella is amazing!

Tell me something about Clint.

Clint is a good man...

..but a while ago, maybe a year,

he made a terrible mistake.

You paid a heavy price, am I right?

I can see... bars.

That'll be when you were in prison.

You were in jail? Only on remand.

I got a suspended sentence.

What about Brandi? What can you see?

Brandi's new in town.

You used to work in another pub.
The name had something to do with...

..livestock. Oh! The Sheep And Lamb!

I told you, Clint.
This man is unbelievable!

The CCTV is through.

Take a look.

So the park owner's flagged
a car that he doesn't recognise.

Drove through the gates
at 10:22.

And then back out again
at a quarter to 11.

I recognise that car.

Who does it belong to?

Alfie Klein's sister, Lily.

The heiress.

Come on, Callum. Let's have a word
with Lily. Yeah.

I can also predict the future.

You can't!

I predict that you're going to pour
me a glass of whiskey.

On the house.

Well, that's definitely not
coming true.

Oh! You're so wrong, Clint.

Whereas you are right again.

I'm so sorry, I never got your name.

Seamus.

But you, young lady,
can call me Seamie.

Right, sweetheart, we need
to hit the road if you want to

get back in time for The Commodore's
first-ever jumble sale.

OK.

I can't believe you let
Lois Dunlop talk you into it.

Where are you going?

Solicitors. We just need to find out
what our rights are

if the baby isn't Clint's.

You mean if it turns out to
be Callum's?

Exactly.

Well, my lips are sealed.

Cheerio!

Did I just hear her mention
the word "baby"?

Does that mean she's pregnant?

I'm surprised you have to ask.

Your powers must be slipping.

PHONE RINGS

PHONE: Please leave your message
after the tone.

Hi. It's me.

Give me a call when you get this.

I'm in The Commodore.

Port Devine.

So, erm, you've all given
samples, then?

Just me and Nicole.

That's enough to work out
if the baby's mine.

And not Clint's. Mm-mm.

When do you get the results?

The sooner the better.
The suspense is k*lling me.

I'm sure.

I can't believe Nicole's
going to have a baby.

Well, there's the car. Yep.

This house is quite a contrast to
Alfie's caravan, eh?

KNOCKING

Marlene? I'm sorry
I didn't get to the funeral.

You know what it's like.
The kids had this party

they had to go to, and...

It's... It's fine, Lily.

Can we ask? Have you heard from
your mother?

No.

Why would I?
We're hardly bosom buddies.

It's your brother Alfie.
He's in hospital.

What's wrong?

Well, we have reason to believe
he was assaulted.

Assaulted? Alfie? By who?

Well, that's what we're trying
to work out.

Can you tell us where you were
between 10 and 11 this morning?

Er, I was here.

You didn't go to visit your brother?

No.

Does anyone else drive the car?

Erm, just my husband, and he's
in England on... business.

I'm sorry, Lily.

But we have evidence that you did
see your brother,

so we're going to have to place
you under arrest.

For what?! as*ault. as*ault?

You think I assaulted Alfie?
This is crazy.

Lily Klein, I am arresting you for
grievous bodily harm with intent.

You don't have to say anything, but
I must caution you, if you do not

mention when questioned something
which you later rely on...

This is your car...

..entering and leaving the caravan
park this morning.

OK.

I went to see Alfie.

But I didn't lay a finger on him.

I heard you two haven't been
getting on too well.

Well, since your dad died.

Well, we weren't exactly best
mates before he died either.

Oh? Why?

Alfie and my dad never got on,
never saw eye-to-eye.

And Alfie was always very jealous
of my relationship with my father.

OK.

So what happened,
when you went round this morning?

We had... a talk.

And when I left,
Alfie was absolutely fine.

He was!

I am not a liar.

Oh, really?

Because you were adamant that you
did not see your brother

this morning. Now, if that is not
a lie, I don't know what is.

What did you and Alfie talk about?

Family business.

The fact that your dad left
you everything and him nothing?

Private family business.

Look, I didn't as*ault my brother!

I swear!

Here.

That makes no sense.

What do you mean?

It was Alfie who was left out of
the will, not Lily.

So, if anyone was angry enough
to commit as*ault,

it should have been him.

Yeah.

Maybe Alfie was having a go at Lily
and she lost her temper.

Yeah.
PHONE PINGS

Sorry, Sarge.

No, it's OK, I'm going to call
the hospital

and see how Alfie's doing. Yeah?

QUIET PHONE MESSAGE

You are joking me!

Another drink? On the house?

Please!

Tap water. Bet you didn't see
that coming.

Large glass of rose, please, love.

I've had a terrible morning.

Is everything all right, Mrs Klein?

Oh, Mrs Dunlop.

You haven't heard?
My Alfie's in hospital.

Someone broke into his caravan
and assaulted him.

No! Is Alfie going to be OK?

He's battered and bruised.
But the doctor is saying

that he'll make a full recovery.
Thank heavens for that.

What's all this in aid of?

Er, church jumble.
The hall was flooded.

What's that painting?

As you know, art is
my sujet specialise.

Yeah. I must say,
I was dying to have a peek myself.

I suspect that you may have seen
this before, Mrs Klein.

I have a strong suspicion it was
painted by your ex-husband.

Really? God rest his soul.

Where did you get this?

Lily gave it me for the jumble...

Well, she had no right!

Why not? Because...

Because it's a family heirloom.
I'll take that.

Oh, er... I don't think so.

This was donated fair and square.

Ladies, I'm sure there's an amicable
way to sort this out.

Lois Dunlop.
I have had the day from hell.

Either you give me this painting...
Or what?

I'll make you!

GRUNTING

Can we keep it down here, folks?

Why don't you give
the painting to me?

Stay out of this!

Take the painting!

Whoa! Oh!

What is going on here?

Hello, Callum.

Do you know this fella?

Of course I do.

He's my dad.

Marlene. I was so sorry to hear
about Barry.

Thanks.

Well, you look a million times
better than when I saw you last.

I feel fine. I don't understand why
I can't go home.

Probably because you were out
cold for so long.

Erm, so what happened, Alfie?

Honestly, Marlene, I can't remember.

Did you have any visitors
at your place this morning?

No.

No, I was home alone. Really?

That's strange, because your sister
Lily has admitted

that she went round to see you.

Your neighbours heard shouting.

I had my noise-cancelling
headphones on.

I didn't even hear her knock.

She thought I was deliberately
ignoring her.

So, Lily, what, erm...

..lost her temper?

I suppose.
And then you argued.

And then she assaulted you?

Yes, we argued, but...

..that's the last thing I remember.
Honestly.

So, you're telling me that you don't
know how you got injured?

It's still a total blank.

What did the two of you argue about?

The usual. You know, Dad's will.

How totally unfair it was.

Fighting? It wasn't really a fight.

More of a fracas,
a spirited disagreement.

Are you going to take any
further action, Officer?

I don't believe that this is
a police matter.

Right, come on, Dad. I need a word.
Outside. Dad?

You're Callum's dad?

So that explains
the psychic powers.

It was only a bit of fun.

Right, come on, then.

Erm, any news about you-know-what?

No. Not yet.

We'll let you know as soon
as we hear. OK.

Come on, then.

We have a policy
on fighting in this pub.

Oh, yes? Well, what is it?

Zero tolerance.

One strike and you're out.

What does that mean?

You're both barred!

Has Mummy thrown you out? Again?

She's really angry.

I met this fella and he said
he could publish my poems

in a proper book.

All I needed to do was give
him £5,000.

Don't tell me.

You didn't have £5,000,
but Mummy did?

In her rainy day fund.

How long do you need to stay for?

All depends on how long it takes
her to forgive me.

I'll be back after work.

Don't burn the house down.

Everything all right with you?

Fine.

No drama.

Your mother told me that you
and Jo have split up.

Water under the bridge.

Nothing else strange or startling?

No. Nothing.

Right, I'll see you later.
I have to get back to work here.

My mother? Fighting?

What about? A painting.

By Oliver Klein.

Lily donated it to your mum
for her jumble sale.

Diane was demanding
she give it back.

Hmm. That's very interesting.

I'd like a word with your mother.
You're not the only one.

I was cleaning Lily's place
this morning,

just like I always used to
do for her dear dead father.

Now, he was a lovely man.

Even though I never really
took to his

desperate so-called abstract art.

So, you were cleaning?

Aye, aye.

Well, I arrived on the dot of ten,
as usual, and a man was leaving.

Lily was saying goodbye to him
at the door.

And I'll tell you what,
her face was like thunder.

And then she went out for a while.

How long for? Oh, three quarters
of an hour.

And when she came back,

she handed me the painting and said
it was only fit for the jumble.

The bus gets in at six,
if you're still OK to meet them?

It'll be my pleasure.
And I've booked a table for dinner,

the whole family together.
Well, that'll be nice.

Where are we going? The Commodore.

Mm-mm. Um...

Well, now, that might be
a problem.

I have been barred.

Honestly, Mother.

The first time you step foot
in the place in 30 years!

OK, cheers, thanks.

Guys, the tech team got me
into Lily Klein's phone.

Her texts reveal that she set up
a meeting this morning, half nine,

at her place.

Just before she went round
to her brother's.

So, sorry, who was this
meeting with?

A Gordon Preston.

He's an art appraiser from Belfast.

He's just after saying that
he valued one of Oliver Klein's

paintings for Lily.
The only problem is,

he decided it was a fake.

He says it's worth nothing.

Well, that explains why Lily gave
an Oliver Klein painting

to Lois for the jumble sale.

Maybe that's what Lily
and Alfie were fighting about.

Mm-mm. Well, let's go and ask her.

Mrs Dunlop told us you were saying
goodbye to a man on the doorstep.

So, we've done our research.

His name is Gordon Preston
and he is an art appraiser.

He told me my father's
painting was...

..a fake. And you decided Alfie
was responsible?

It must have been him.

Alfie was a talented
artist before he decided

he would never live up to his father
and gave it all up.

What did Alfie say
when you accused him?

He swore it had nothing
to do with him.

When your mother found out you'd
given the painting away,

she flipped out
and demanded it back.

She told Lois
it was a family heirloom.

My mother always hated
that painting.

She said it was dull and derivative.

So why did she flip out?

I don't know.

Because she knew it was Alfie who
produced the fake?

I wouldn't be at all surprised
if they were in this together.

She would do anything to
protect her precious son.

What was Betty Harlow saying?

She wants me to pass on a message
to the nice young police constable.

Ryan? Yeah, Ryan.

About some flowers?

Anyway, so what, your dad just
turned up out of the blue?

That's him all over.

Only gets in contact
when he needs something.

Oh, here's me complaining about
my dad

and you've just lost Barry.
I'm sorry.

Stop, it's... Life goes on, Callum.

Here, give me one minute.

You all right? This is kind,
you offering me a lift.

Well, erm, I do have
an ulterior motive.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Look, Alfie. You and I, we've known
each other a long time

and I think you need to trust me
and tell me the truth

about why Lily was so angry
this morning.

Was it to do with the painting?

You know about that? Yeah, we do.

She got it wrong, Marlene.
I didn't fake it.

So who did?

Well, how should I know?

LAUGHTER

All right, Granny? Aw!

How's my number one grandson?

Only grandson, you mean!

Good to see you, Lois.
And you, love.

Right, this is the part where
you two hug. Oh, yes!

I hear Mum's buying us dinner
at that Commodore place?

Aye, well, erm... Aye, that's
the plan, yes...

Is there a problem with that, or...?

No, no, no problem as such.

He's winding you up, Lois.

Dad told us you've been barred
for fighting.

Start at the beginning
and don't leave anything out.

Before she married Oliver Klein,

Diane worked in London for
a few years as a picture restorer.

Does that mean she's
capable of faking a painting?

I don't know. But it must mean that
she is a person of interest

to our investigation.

You're right.
Have a word with her. Yeah.

Diane!

I presume this was the fake.

Where's the original?

I sold it!

Diane Klein, I'm arresting
you for theft and forgery.

Sweetheart, do you think you
were maybe a wee bit harsh

on Mrs Dunlop and Mrs Klein?

I'd bar two men from this place
if they were fighting.

Ach, I know, but it's not as
if any bones were broken.

I mean, I suppose I was a bit upset
after what the solicitor said.

Am I allowed to ask?

If Callum is the baby's daddy,
I basically have no rights.

Yeah. That's tough.

I'm so sorry, Clint...

..that this is all just...

..complicated
Hey, love, come here.

We will be fine.

See what yous have?

That's what I want.

And you could have, maybe,
with young Ryan.

Wait? You're seeing Ryan?
Since when?

And how come Clint knows
and I don't?

Because...

Well, it's just not that serious.

It's been coming back to me.

When me and Lily were arguing,
a vase went flying

and the water went all over
the floor.

So I reckon I've slipped on that
after Lily had gone.

Cracked my head on the way down.

So, you weren't assaulted?

I really don't think so, no.

So when Lily turned up
all g*ns blazing,

accusing you of faking
the painting...

I knew.

Straight away.

It had to be my mum that did it.

Lily was my husband's favourite.

Alfie was always useless with money,
just couldn't hang onto it.

Drove Oliver mad.

It was Alfie who found Oliver
collapsed on the seafront.

Rang 999.

Turns out it was terminal cancer.

From that day till the day he died,
Alfie looked after Oliver.

The boy was a saint.

And still Alfie got
nothing in the will?

Toward the end, Oliver saw sense,
told me he was changing his will.

Splitting everything 50/50
between Alfie and Lily.

So, what happened?

I suppose he died before he
got round to it.

So, you decided to even
things up a bit?

A bit? 15,000 is hardly
what Alfie should have gotten.

But it's a start.

Who did you sell the original
painting to?

The sort of person you don't
talk to the police about.

You can ask, but there's no way
I'm telling you.

And did Alfie know what
you were up to?

No!

There's no way I wanted him
involved in this.

I swear it!

Your mother's convinced that your
dad had decided to write a new will.

I, erm... I don't know anything
about that.

It was Alfie who was looking after
Dad towards the end.

You didn't see your dad at all?

Well, not as much as I wanted to.

I have two children!

It's such a shame, your dad never
wrote that new will.

It would have saved so
much heartache.

Lily is asking to see her mother.

I have a feeling she needs to
unburden herself about something.

Like what?

I think there was a second will.

Even so, let's stick to procedure.

I do not want Lily Klein
seeing her mother.

Are you nearly ready? The kids are
meeting us at the pub with your mum.

I'll meet you there.

I won't be long.

Ryan? Mm-mm?

I bumped into Betty Harlow
at the hospital.

What's all this about someone using
her credit card to send me flowers?

Sorry. Erm, the boss asked me
not to say anything, so...

About what?

The flowers that were delivered
to The Commodore last night.

They were addressed to you.

From Shelley.

Who's Shelley?

Erm, no-one.

And the Inspector ordered
you to keep that from me?

Yeah, she said you'd been through
enough upset for one day.

Did she?

Callum...

..can you bring Diane Klein
to the interview room, please?

Why? Er, because her daughter
wants to see her.

But the boss said...

Never mind what the boss said.
I'm giving you an order.

Five minutes tops.
And I'll be right here.

OK. Thanks, Marlene.

I'm sorry you're in this mess.

I feel partly responsible.

I know that look from
when you were a child.

You're feeling guilty.
Well...

Yeah.

Maybe I should have tried to
split the inheritance.

What did you do?

I'm so sorry.

But Dad wasn't in his right mind.
You know he wasn't.

Wasn't in his right mind
when he did what?

It wasn't even a proper will.

It was just a scrawl on a piece
of paper.

It never would have stood up in...
I asked you...

..what did you do?

I tore it up.

I should k*ll you!

ALARM BLARES

Stop! Stop!

No, no, stop! Enough!

Sergeant, what on earth is going
on here?

I really am not sure about this.

I mean, me sitting in
a drinking den.

Fine, don't come in.

I actually admire the fact you don't
care what people think about you.

What do you mean?

He means people will think you
have been barred.

Oh, no, Nicole Devine rang me
and said she'd changed her mind.

Well, let's prove
the gossipers wrong.

Walk in there with your head
held high.

Why do I get the feeling the two
of yous are actually enjoying this?

Oh, here they are,

Nicole, meet the kids.
This is Chloe and this is Ross.

Hello, Chloe. Hello, Ross.

Good to see you, Lois.
Welcome back.

Thanks for being so
understanding about

what happened earlier.

No problem. We all make mistakes.

So, it's forgotten, yes?
Mm-mm.

There she is!

Port Devine's very own Mike Tyson.

Start talking, Sergeant!

OK. Why didn't you tell me
about the flowers?

That is not the issue here!

I told you not to put those
women together.

We've always bent the rules
here in Port Devine.

Well, not any more!
Look how that ended -

in violence.
That was a one-off!

The real issue here, Sergeant,
is I gave you a direct order

and you defied me. Why?

Well, becau...

Why?

I don't know.

I honestly don't know. I ...

I don't even know what
I'm doing here.

Oh, Marlene. This is grief.

Come here.

I can't believe he's gone.

I'm so sorry.

Oh! Your boyfriend's here.

Would you leave the girl alone?

Ryan. Come here.

Oh!

Young love,
there's nothing like it.

Do you remember
when we got together?

Oh, how could I forget?

Best 72 hours of my life, girl.

Clint! Don't tell the whole world.

Hiya, son. Ah. Ryan, meet my dad.

Oh, what about you?
Seamus McCarthy.

Delighted to meet you.

You in the chair, son?
I could go a wee whiskey.

Ah, how did I know you were
going to say that?

You must have inherited your
dad's gift, then?

What happened in the interview room,
I have no choice

but to formally report it.

Yeah, I know that.

But if you were to sign
yourself off sick...

..take a bit of time,
I'm sure I can sort it out.

Yeah.

No, I will. I will take some time.

I just need to get away.

I need to get out
of Port Devine because

everywhere I look, I see Barry.

Well, no, I wasn't suggesting
that you...

Barry was the one who made this
town home for me.

And now he's gone, there's no reason
for me to stay.

Well, where would you go?

I don't know.

Far away.

I might not even bother
coming back, Eve.

Tell me why you split up with Jo.

Your mother said you were
head-over-heels.

Oh, we didn't see
eye-to-eye about something.

Something pretty fundamental.

Might it be the fact that Nicole
over there might be

carrying your child?

So, you know?

Have you not heard? I'm psychic.

How do you feel about the prospect?

Scared.

Excited.

Confused.

It's a complicated situation. Yeah.

But me, Nicole and Clint,
we've straightened things out.

We're all on the same page, so...

Are you sure about that?

Are you going to tell Mum and Dad
what's been going on at school?

No. I'm not.

And you're not to be saying
anything either, OK?

She must think I was born yesterday.

What happened to us
supporting each other?

That's what we're doing.

So why didn't you tell me you were
going to see the solicitor?

Because it was no big deal.

No big deal?

This is my child we're
talking about.

We don't know that yet.

There's every possibility that
the baby could be Clint's.

I'm sorry. I, erm,
couldn't help myself.

What?

Jenny from the GP practice just
dropped this off.

The baby's Callum's.