03x06 - Episode 6

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Bridget.

It's Barry. Bridget?

Ambulance, please.

I'm at the Fairy Ring,

Ballymountain Road, Port Devine.

Yeah, I've got a woman on the ground
here who's unconscious.

- The paramedics reckon she was struck
with something

heavy enough to cause a head wound.
- Any sign of a weapon?

- Not that we can see.
- It might have been a robbery gone
wrong.

- No, her bag is still here with her
phone and her purse.

- Well, just as well that I'd arranged
to meet her.

Or she could have been lying there for
hours.

- Why were you meeting?
- Oh, she's helping me with something.

- Are you OK to come down to the
station with me, Mr Pettigrew,

make a statement?
- Sure, sure.

- Didn't have Barry down as the type.
- Type of what?

- The sort of person who goes to see a
faith healer.

- I smell bacon.

Hello?

- Just in time. I'll put some extra
sausage and bacon on.

Those kids look like they need feeding
up.
- Not for me, Nanny.

- Don't tell me you're still a vegan.

- When did you get here?
- About five minutes ago.

Are you pair too old to give your
grandmother a hug?

- Come on in.

You can take a seat.

Erm, Barry found Bridget O'Carolan
unconscious.

So, Barry, you didn't see anyone on
your way up to meet Bridget?

- You were meeting Bridget? Doesn't
she read the tarot?

That's funny, cos once you caught me
with a deck,

told me they were Satan's playing
cards and grounded me for a month.

So you won't let me get married in
your church,

but Paganism gets a pass. Right.

- Bridget is also a celebrant.
- Yeah, course she is.

- And seeing as you can't get
married...
- Or blessed.

In the church you raised me in.
- Indeed.

And that's why Bridget is helping me

find an alternative venue for your
wedding.

Did you know that you can get married
under the waterfall

up at St Cecilia's Point?

- Cracking meat-free sausages, Nanny!
- I got them at Mahons

on the way up from the bus stop.

- Thanks.

- I rang Finn's mobile earlier. He
didn't pick up.

Is he screening my calls?
- Of course not.

Well, his phone's off cos he's at
court, supporting Clint.

- Clint?
- He's on remand.

- Remand?! For what?

- Clint and his brother stole copper
pipes from some holiday homes,

to fund their country and western
tour.
- How's Nicole coping?

- Oh, she's putting on a brave face.

- I better go and see her. Offer her
my support.

Would you two wash up the dishes?
- Yeah, no worries.
- Concepta, wait.

We-we need to talk.

- What about?

- Well, you haven't answered any of
Finn's questions.

Starting with why your sister gave him
up.

- All Finn needs to know is I'm his
mother.

Always have been, always will be.

- # Lady so lovely, lady so fine

# My only true love, Nicole Devine

# All the other fellas, they just
couldn't see... #

- You heard what Finn said.

He's 99% sure that Clint will get
bail.

- Finn doesn't know everything.

- He told me I'd get a suspended
sentence for the ATM theft.

He was right about that.

- Well, it doesn't matter anyway.

Even if my so-called husband does get
out,

he'll have to find somewhere else to
live, because he's not welcome here.

- Och, Nicole, my wee love! I can't
believe what's happened.

I came the moment I heard.

- Concepta? You're back.

- Just in time, by the sounds of it.

Pour us a couple of coffees and then
you can tell me all about it.

- Thanks for last night.

- Yeah, it was fun, wasn't it?

- There's no reason why we can't do it
all again this evening.

- Right, well, I'll see how I'm fixed.

- Emmy.

This is my colleague, Detective
Constable Jo Lipton.

She'll be in charge of the
investigation.

- It would be really helpful if we
could ask some questions.

- Er, Mum's still being treated.

- Well, actually, I was hoping that
you could help.

What is it that you do, Emmy?
- I'm a doula.

I guide and support women through
labour.
- All right.

And what about your mother?

- Mum mostly performs fertility
rituals to help women conceive,

using Celtic massage techniques.

- Massage?
- Oh, it's very effective.

Mum uses energy to heal and comfort
all sorts of people

with all sorts of problems.

- Well, your mum seems like a very
positive, altruistic sort of person.

- She is.

- Can you think of any reason why
someone would want to harm her?

- No.

- And you're sure she hasn't had any
issues with anyone lately?

- Oh, Mum!

How are you?

- Feeling grand.

All this fuss over nothing.

- The police would like to ask you a
few questions.

- You can ask, but you'd be wasting
your time.

Whatever happened this morning, I
don't remember a thing about it.

- I always said those Dunwoodys were
no good.

Your Clint was the exception.

But it's no surprise to me that that
deadbeat brother of his

has left him carrying the can.

- Well, no family's perfect.

- What do you mean by that?

- Word is you're not Finn's mother.

Word is your sister gave birth to him.
Out of holy wedlock.

- Who told you that?
- I did.

- Och, son.

- What about ye, Ma?

- What happened? Where's Clint?

- I'm sorry.
- He didn't get bail?
- Turns out this Magistrate

had dealt with a fair few Dunwoodys in
her time.

Then there was the matter of the
burglary at Mrs Charlton's house

on the day of the funeral.
- You never told me about that!

- Because Clint didn't do it.
Everybody knows that that was Sly!

- And Clint would never rat on his
brother.

- Well, well, well, would you look
what the cat dragged in?

- Charming.
- To what do we owe the honour?

- Can we catch up properly later, Ma?
I've got to get back to work.

- Of course.

- Good to have you back.

- That's all I want, son,

to go back to the way things were
before.

- Nicole, I'm sorry about Clint.

- Why's he sorry about Clint? I
thought he was getting out on bail.

- There.

- That was the hospital.

They found flecks of blue paint in the
wound on Bridget's head.

- From the weapon, presumably.

- Er, there was nothing painted blue
at the scene that I could see.

- Yeah, me neither.

- So the assailant must have taken the
weapon away with them.

- Hey! Any progress with Bridget
O'Carolan's attacker?

- Not a lot. Bridget says she doesn't
remember anything.

- Here, have you seen her socials?

To say that Bridget has made a few
enemies is an understatement.

Look at this.

- Some of these are really nasty.

- Susan Miller is a very unhappy
customer.

- Susan Miller? She's like 90-odd!

- Yeah, well, colourful language for a


"Healing hands? Utter bleep!

"My back isn't mended, it's bleeping
worse than ever!"

- But it's highly unlikely that Susan
assaulted Bridget.

I mean, she'd have some job getting up
to that Fairy Ring

on her wee mobility scooter.

- You wonder why people would put
their faith in Bridget anyway.

I mean, is there any real proof these
practices work?

- Well, her daughter Emmy's her proof.
- Yeah, didn't you notice the age gap?

Like, Bridget was in her 50s when she
had Emmy.

Emmy is her "miracle baby."

- Celtic massage did that?
- Well, that's what she claims.

- That's why most of Bridget's clients
are women who want to get pregnant.

- Nobody in Port Devine heard of IVF?
- Well, I think they have all tried

conventional fertility treatments
first.
- Yeah, and take it from me,

it can be a hard, often disappointing
process.

I mean, these women are looking for a
miracle and, apparently,

Bridget can promise that, so who could
blame them?

- Yeah, flat out on the ground, she
was.

- Poor Bridget. Thank goodness you
found her.

- I didn't think you were a fan of all
that Pagan nonsense.

- I'm not. Doesn't mean I wish her any
ill, though.

And what were you doing way up at the
Fairy Ring

first thing in the morning?
- Bridget's...

She's helping me find an alternative
venue for Marlene's wedding.

- Marlene's getting married? To Ash?

- Well, of course to Ash.
- And why does she need an alternative
venue?

- Marlene has asked me to bless her
marriage in my church.

- Just tell her you can't do it, it's
against the rules.

- It's not just the laws of the
church.

See, look, I-I've accepted Marlene
loves Ash.

And I'm delighted to see them
together. But holy matrimony?

That's meant to be between a man and a
woman!

- And you said all that to Marlene?
- Of course I have.

- I imagine that didn't go down very
well.

- She's barely talking to me.
- You old fool.

- Yeah, you're one to talk.

And when were you going to tell Finn
who his father is,

and where he can find his real mother?
- Oh, so you know, do you?

- I've known for donkey's years.

You're not as canny as you think you
are.

- Finn's better off not knowing where
Assumpta is.
- And his father?

- There's no way I can ever tell him.

I swore a promise to my sister.

On the Bible.

- You and me, eh?

We're a right pair.

- Callum, can you speak to Mary
McNamara and Ellie Turner?

I'll take Pam Nugent and Doreen White.
- On it.

- Doreen White's just started work at
the medical centre with Siobhan.

I'm heading round there now, do you
want me to have a wee word?

- Yeah, if it's no trouble?
- No.
- Here.

These are some of Doreen's posts about
Bridget.

- Inspector O'Hare. I think Siobhan's
on the phone to a patient.

- It's you I'd like a wee word with,
actually, Doreen.
- Me? What about?

- "Bridget O'Carolan is a waste of
time, money and space.

"The amount she charges is daylight
robbery.

"She took me for all I'm worth.

"And she did it with a smile on her
face."

- I was angry.
- Did you pay her for fertility
treatments?
- Yes.

But they didn't work.

I took out loans. Really struggled to
pay them back.

It drove a wedge between me and my
husband.

He's in England now.

With his new wife. And their baby.

- I'm sorry to hear that.
- Bridget O'Carolan took advantage of
me.

I wrote those reviews to stop other
women falling for it.

Have I broken the law? Are you going
to arrest me?

- Bridget was seriously assaulted this
morning.

- That's terrible, terrible news.

- You got anybody can confirm your
whereabouts until 9:00am?

- I got in about 8:00. Opened up.

But I was on my own here until after


You don't seriously think it was me
that attacked Bridget?

They were just stupid comments.

- Trolling somebody like that can
amount to a criminal offence.

- It won't happen again. I swear.
- Oh, Finn?

Have you... Have you got a minute?

- You left your purse in the kitchen.
I thought you might need it.

- Oh, thanks. I didn't even notice.

So, erm, have you seen Concepta yet?

- Yeah, briefly.

She wants things to go back to the way
they were before.

- Oh, before she told you she wasn't
your birth mother

and ran away to a retreat house for
weeks?
- Exactly.

- And so how are you feeling about
that?

- Well, if I want Concepta in my life,

maybe I've just got to go along with
it.
- Mm.

Er, what were you talking to Doreen
about?

- Bridget O'Carolan was assaulted this
morning.

She's in hospital with a serious head
wound.

- And you think Doreen had something
to do with it?

- Do you?

- Actually, yesterday there was an
incident.

Bridget's daughter came in and they
had a heated argument.

- What about?

- I can't say.
- Do you think it could be connected
to what happened

to Bridget this morning?
- I think it's possible.

- Hey!

How was your morning?

- Boring.

I've been stuck on a cordon at the
Fairy Ring like a total dummy.

And then I had to walk back.

- What, while everybody else did all
the investigating?
- Exactly.

- Your time will come.

Have you heard the news?

- What news?
- The moment my back is turned!

- What I was going to say is that my
gran is back.

- Since when have you been courting
one of the Powers?

Which one are you again?
- Ryan.
- I remember you from when you were
wee.

A right cheeky article you were, too.
- I'm a police officer now.

- I'd never have guessed.

Have you found who clocked Bridget
O'Carolan over the head yet?

- We're working on it.
- Yeah, well, there'll be a lot of
suspects.

That woman has rubbed a lot of people
up the wrong way.

Anyway, I'm back in town and I'll be
keeping an eye on you.

So you better make sure you treat this
one right.

- Will do, Mrs O'Hare.

Please tell me you don't take after
her.

- Haven't you heard? Turns out she's
not my actual gran.

- That's a relief.

See, I was worried I'd have to dump
you.

- As if! You're so punching above your
weight.

- How much do you reckon Bridget
charges for one of those?
- Too much.

- You wonder why people go in for this
sort of nonsense.

- Well, they're looking for answers
they haven't found anywhere else,

I suppose.

- Oh. Inspector?

- Hey, I'm really sorry to hear about
your mum.

- Yeah, I'm just on my way to the
hospital with a few things for her.

- Sure.
- Is there a reason why you and your
mum are so security-conscious?

- Oh, the cameras? They're not real.

I had them installed as a deterrent.

- Against what?

- Well, sometimes the odd dissatisfied
customer turns up here.

Mum takes no notice, says I worry too
much.

- We've had a look at your mum's
socials.

I would say it's more than just the
odd dissatisfied customer.

- Oh, you know how it is.

You know, nobody writes a good review.

- Have you had anybody at the door
recently?
- Er...

No. No-one.

- I heard you had an argument
yesterday

with Doreen White at the medical
centre. What was that about?

- Er, the usual.

She paid my mum for some fertility
treatments.

They didn't work.

Well, the thing is my mum never makes
any guarantees, so...

You don't think it was Doreen who
attacked my mum? That's mad.

- We haven't identified any suspects
as of yet.

- Look, I really should be getting to
the hospital.

- Of course. Do not let us hold you
up.

So what do you think?

- Well, she was definitely lying when
she said that no-one had called.

- Yeah, that's what I thought.

- You want to knock on a few doors
while we're here,

see what the neighbours say?
- It's your investigation.

- Emmy O'Carolan had a visitor this
morning.

So, this was recorded at 0733 hours
from a doorbell-cam

on the house next door to Bridget and
Emmy's.

- Doreen?!

- Yeah, so, she bangs on the door.

Emmy answers.

Then they have an argument.

- What's on the piece of paper?
- Clearly something they didn't want

us to know about, as both of them
neglected to mention it.

- Oh, er, here, thanks for suggesting
me for the job.

- We need the extra help now Clint
isn't here.

- Yeah, how is Nicole coping?

- Welcome aboard, young man.

Ooh, loving the tie, very smart.

Er, is Taylor showing you the ropes?

- She certainly is.

I wanted to say, er, I'm sorry to hear
about Clint.

- Don't be sorry, Shay, love.

I've had a narrow escape.

At least I didn't have a baby with
that...criminal.

- Three skinny lattes, please, Nicole.

- Oh! Coming up.

- You must be desperate!

- Is that what people are saying about
me?

That I'm desperate?! Well, what else
are they calling me?

A prison widow? A gangster's moll?

- No! Of course not.

- Oh, why don't you just take a
photograph?! It'll last longer.

- Maybe I should take over here.

- I think maybe I could do with a wee
lie down.

- Good idea.

- It was, um, three skinny lattes.

- Coming up.

You were asking how Nicole was coping.

Think you've got your answer.

- Why could you not tell me what
Doreen and Emmy were arguing about?

- Well, I suspect it would breech
patient confidentiality.

- Is it possible that Doreen could
have access to Emmy's

medical records?

Siobhan, could she have seen them?

- Finn, I'm sorry, I can't answer
that.

- Doreen White?
- Yeah..

- I'm Detective Constable Jo Lipton.
We would like to have a word

with you, please, down at the station.

- But I haven't done anything.

- Doreen, I'll assume you'd rather we
didn't place you under arrest.

- Then let's go, then.

Doreen, why did you go around to the
O'Carolans' house this morning?

- It wasn't me that assaulted Bridget.

- That's not what the Detective
Constable asked you.

- On this video footage,

we can clearly see you waving a piece
of paper at Emmy O'Carolan.

What was on it?

- No comment.

- Listen, you might want to talk to
Doreen's

manager at the medical centre.

- Oh? What about?

- Something Siobhan said. Or didn't
say.

It might be useful to find out if
Doreen can access

patients' medical records.

- You think that's what was on the
piece of paper?

- And try and keep Siobhan's name out
of it.

She was at pains to preserve patient
confidentiality.
- Yeah.

Of course.

- Sorry for ringing you. We know
you're busy.

- No, no, no. You did the right thing.
I should have called round earlier.

- Nicole's in her bedroom.

- Nicole, come on, love.

Don't forget, I'm a police officer and
if you don't open this door...

..I will break it down.

- You wouldn't dare.

- So...

..I heard Clint didn't get bail.

- Serves him right.

- You don't mean that.

- Don't I?

I feel so stupid.

- You're not...
- Do you know what I did the other
day?

I went to see Bridget O'Carolan about
one of her Celtic

fertility ceremonies.

One final attempt to give Clint a
baby.

Oh, yes, I was prepared to run around
a Fairy Ring, waving herbs,

in an attempt to conceive that man's
child.

And what does HE do? He disgraces me.

Gets himself arrested in front of
everyone!

How am I supposed to hold up my head
in this town?

- It doesn't matter what other people
think.

It's how you feel about Clint that's
important.

- I love him.

I always have and I always will.
- Well, there you go, then.

- So, what am I supposed to do?!

- Er...

..you get through this.

One way or another.

Starting by putting your face on and
getting back behind that bar.

Yes?

- Marlene?

- Yeah?

- If I can get over what Clint has
done,

can't you see that it's complicated
for Barry?

Maybe he deserves a second chance,
too.

- Doreen, I just spoke to your manager
at the medical centre.

- Am I going to lose my job?
- Why would you think that?

- Because I looked at patient files.
I'm not supposed to do that.

- Whose files did you access?

- Bridget O'Carolan's.

I found out there's no way she could
be Emmy's mother.

- Is that what was on the piece of
paper?
- Yes.

I printed Bridget's record out.

She had a hysterectomy in 1998. Years
before Emmy was born.

The whole thing, her "miracle baby" -
it's a lie.

- Did you tell Emmy?

- I know I shouldn't have done.
- When? When did you tell her?

Was it yesterday during that argument
you were having?
- Yes.

But she didn't believe me.

That's why I took the proof round to
their house this morning.

- And then what did you do? You drove
up to the Fairy Ring

and assaulted Bridget?
- No! I got into my car and drove to
work.

I got in at 8:00, like I told you. I
didn't as*ault Bridget. I didn't.

- What do we know of Emmy O'Carolan's
movements this morning?

- She dropped her mum off at the Fairy
Ring first thing.

- And then she drove home.

- When Doreen showed up at her door

with proof that Bridget wasn't her
real mum.

- Emmy must have been angry.
- Angry enough to hit her over the
head?

- Well, you don't know how you'd
react, hearing that. I mean,

she's been lied to her whole life.
- There's something else.

Erm, I was scrolling through the
photos on Bridget's website.

Every time she performs one of her
ceremonies,

there's a distinctive stone.

It's painted blue.
- Painted blue?

Like the paint found on Bridget's head
wound.

- There were a load of those for sale
outside the O'Carolan place.

- Well, there was no sign of a blue
stone

at the crime scene this morning.

- Presumably the assailant took it
with them, right?
- Yeah,

but I was thinking there might be blue
paint flecks

or debris on their clothing.

- I just spoke to a nurse.

Bridget discharged herself against
doctor's orders.

Emmy took her out to the car.
- What?

- Bridget. I didn't expect to see you
out and about.
- Concepta.

When did you get back?

- You look terrible. Why aren't you in
hospital?

- Sorry, Mrs O'Hare. We're in a bit of
a rush.

- What's going on here?
- No offence, but...it's none of your
business.

- Finn. It's your mother.

I've just seen Bridget and Emmy
O'Carolan.

There's something funny going on
there.

- SIRENS WAIL

Look, there they are.

- What's the problem?
- Finn!
- Bridget, are you OK?!

- Emmy, why did you take your mum out
of hospital?

- Look, I wanted to get her away, so
she can rest and get better.

- I'm going to call an ambulance.
- OK. Step out of the vehicle.

Emmy O'Carolan, I'm arresting you

on suspicion of grievous bodily harm
with intent.

You do not have to say anything, but I
must caution you,

if you do not mention, when
questioned,

something which you later rely on in
court, it may harm your defence.

Anything you do say may be given in
evidence.

- You're making a huge mistake!

This is insane! As if I'd attack my
mum! I love her.

- Emmy, we conducted a search on your
house.

Located in the wash basket we found a
blouse

and on the sleeve of that blouse there
were flecks of blue paint

which are similar to the ones found
around Bridget's head wound.

In the same area of that blouse,

there were small spots

of which we believe is blood.

We've sent it away for analysis.

- Tell me, Emmy, will this blood and
paint come back as a positive match

for Bridget's injury and for the
stone?

- I'm sorry...

Yeah.

They will.

- Why don't you start by telling us
what happened

when Doreen came round to your house
this morning?

- She had this printout.

Mum's medical records.

It said that Mum had had a
hysterectomy

a couple of years before I was born.

- That must have been hard to read.

- Look, I never meant to hurt my mum.
I would never, ever, but...

..when I got back to the Fairy Ring I
confronted her.

You know, she was acting like all the
lies meant nothing.

Like, gas-lighting me. Like, it drove
me crazy.

It all happened so quickly.

She turned her back.

I grabbed the blue sacred stone and...

..before I could even think, I...

- What did you do, Emmy?

- I struck her.

Across the head.

Next thing I know she's just lying
there...

- And then?

- I panicked.

Ran. I got in my car and I drove away.

- And what did you do with the stone?

- I hid it in the false boot of my
car. In the spare wheel.

If you're conducting searches, you'll
find it soon enough.

- And then what did you do, Emmy?

- Look, I wanted to come clean,

but when I saw Mum in the hospital she
begged me not to.

She didn't want me getting in trouble

and I didn't want her secret to come
out.

It would ruin her.

- This is all my fault.

When Emmy confronted me with the
truth,

I handled it so badly.

I never meant to lie.

But when I arrived in Port Devine,
with a baby in tow,

people assumed she was mine.

I never corrected them.

The longer I left it, the harder it
got.

- That's more than a bit disingenuous.

You not only let people believe you'd
given birth to Emmy,

you told them she was your miracle.

- Emmy is my miracle!

I'd tried to adopt a child for ages,
years, I was ready to give up,

and then I decided to perform one last
ceremony as the sun came up.

The moment I got home, the phone rang.

It was the adoption agency. It was
meant to be.

- But you say that you can help people
conceive.

- Conceive in the wider sense.

Children come into your life in many
different ways.

I believe, before we're born,

it's our spirit who decides who will
parent us.

Sometimes it's biological, sometimes
it's not.

You two were lucky.

- Bridget's right, you know. You and I
have both been lucky.

- I thought Barry was doing your head
in at the moment.
- No, he is.

But I need to sort that. Life's too
short. What about you and Concepta?

- She seems determined to pretend that
nothing's changed.

- And you can't go along with that?

- Marlene, I know that she loves me.
But I am not going to live a lie.

- Jo, I was thinking.

Do you fancy coming over to my place
later?

- Er, I'd love to, but I've made other
plans.

- You mean you're on a date with him?

- Look, Callum, me and you, we're
casual. Remember?

- Is he that new detective?

- What, the hotshot down from Belfast?

- What's she doing in a one-horse town
like Port Devine?

- Maybe she fancied a change of pace.

- A woman like that in a town like
this? She's up to something.

You mark my words.

- Yes, kids!

- Tell me, Barry.

Is it true you're opposed to same-sex
relationships?

- No! Of course not.

- That's not what we heard.

- People are saying you're not invited
to Marlene's wedding

because you're an "old bigot."

- Oh, for goodness' sake!
- What you youngsters don't understand

is that our generation hold firm
religious beliefs.

- Right!

Marlene, can I have a wee word?

- Actually, Barry, there's something I
want to say to you.

All this business with the church
blessing...
- It's happening.
- What?

- I've pulled a few strings,

it's sorted.

You are getting your blessing in my
church

like the way you always wanted.

- What would I do without you?

Thank you.

So, what, it was Emmy who attacked her
mum?

- I can't confirm or deny that.
- Ah, you don't have to.

God, Emmy must have been so angry

when she found out her mum's been
lying to her all these years.

- Must have been.

- It's close to home.

- A wee bit. Come on.

- I'm delighted for you, babe. How did
you swing that?

- Ah, now, friends in high places.

- There's my lad now.

Well, Finn?

- Hey, Ma.

I can't do it.

I can't just pretend that nothing's
changed.

- Let's not have this conversation
here.

It was worth a punt.

- What was?
- Coming back here.

Seeing if we could rewind to how
things were

before you knew I wasn't your real
mother.

- I'm sorry.
- Don't be.

I knew it was a long shot...

..so I didn't bother unpacking my bag.

- I really don't want you to go.

- Look, Finn,

we've had decades of happiness being
mother and son.

And that's why I can't stay in Port
Devine,

living a second-rate version of that.

See, Finn, you need answers.

Answers that only Assumpta...

..your real mother, can give you.

- Yeah.

So what are you going to do?

- I've been offered a job.

A live-in position,

as a cook and housekeeper to a lovely
old priest in Tyrone.

- Does it have to be like this, Ma?

I mean, is there nothing I can do to
make you stay?
- You know me.

When I set my mind to something...

- Like mother, like son, eh?

Just...tell me this isn't goodbye.

- Of course it's not! It's au revoir!

And I insist you all come to visit me
in Tyrone, on a regular basis.

- You try and keep us away.

- You'll always be my lovely lad.

You can look at that after I've gone.

- OK.

I'm going to miss you, Ma.
- None of that mushy stuff.

I'll see you very soon.

- Where's that impossible woman off to
now?!

- She couldn't stay, Barry.

- Oh, for goodness' sake.

- You OK, love?

What's that?

- Assumpta's last known address.

- What are you going to do?
- I'm going to go to America.

And I'm going to find my mother.