04x07 - Episode 7

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SIREN

Ryan. Yep.

Get the first aid kit.

Mr McEntee, what's happened?

I've been shot.

OK. The ambulance is... is minutes
away.

Where... Where did they hit you?

In my side.

Do you know who did this to you?
SIRENS WAIL

Not a clue.

It all happened so f-fast.

Yep. That's the ambulance there now.

Put pressure on that wound.

Yeah.

Right, Mr McEntee,
we'll soon get you fixed up.

Look what I've found.

It's an air r*fle.

Ryan went with
the victim in the ambulance.

Who is...?

Bill McEntee. Local antique dealer.

I know Bill. How was he?

Yeah, conscious. Talking.

Did he see who shot him?

No. It happened too fast.

How come the sh**ter left
that thing behind?

I've no idea.

That's a pel-shot air r*fle.

People think those things are toys,
but they can be deadly.

Can you think of a reason why anyone
would want to sh**t this guy?

No. Not that I can think of.

Bill's well liked in the town.

Does a lot for charity.

Married? Got family?

No. No kids, but he has been seeing
Stella Mullan.

So we'll need to let her know
what's happened.

Oh, look at him.

Perfect.

How could I have ever doubt
that I'd love him?

So you do feel like his daddy?
Even though...

Yeah, I do.

You're a good man,
Clint Devine-Dunwoody.

The best. Hmm.

I don't know
what I'd do without you.

Hello, Marlene.

Nathan. It's been a while.

Everything OK?

We're here to see Stella Mullan.

I'll take you to her.

I didn't know you
were into archaeology.

I'm just helping out.

Volunteering.

What are you digging for?

Keep it under your hat,

but we think we've found
the famous Devine Hoard.

What's that?

The hoard is
a treasure trove of gold coins,

buried by the monks
in the 14th century.

I thought that was
an old wives' tale.

Oh, no. Stella's found it.

We'll start digging out
the coins later today.

Stella!

You've got visitors.

Thanks, Nathan.

Hiya, Stella.

Ah, I'm sorry to say,
but Bill's in hospital.

Has he had an accident?

No, this is going to sound more
alarming than it actually is,

but he's been shot.

I... I don't ...

I attended the scene, Mrs Mullan.

The paramedics didn't think
his injury was life-threatening.

I am so sorry.

This is the last thing you need.

I lost my husband
a little while ago.

Car crash up on the Coast Road.

When you said Bill had been shot...

Why don't you
get down to the hospital?

You can see Bill for yourself.

I don't have my car.
I walked up here this morning.

Oh, that's OK. Sure, we can give you
a lift. Come on. OK.

My first grandchild.

People say I don't look old enough.

Really?

Callum says you still haven't
come up with a name yet.

Nicole keeps changing her mind.

It's a big decision.

Why not call him after my hero,

Oscar Wilde?

You want us to call our son Oscar?

Actually, I quite like that.

Yeah, but Oscar? In Port Devine?

Clint Devine-Dunwoody,
I hope you're not being h*m*.

No, I'm not! Honest.

Oscar.

I like it.

I really like it.

Well, while I've got you
in a good mood,

there's somebody here to see you.

Who?

Hello! Shh!

WHISPERING: Seamie, you're in
a hospital! Sorry, I'm sorry.

Oh, it's you.

Nicole!

I'm so sorry.

For the crash. F-For leaving you.

I did come back
to see if you were OK.

I don't know if they told you that?

I heard.

Brandi here was only trying
to help a friend.

I mean, poor Rory was getting
dog's abuse off that dad of his.

I heard that, too.

She's a bit of a hero, really.

Can you ever forgive me?

Of course.

I'm not one to harbour a grudge.

Nicole!

You angel.

Can I see the baby?

Fill your boots.

SOFTLY: Hello.

The wee dote!

Seamie, can you start putting some
of this stuff in the van please?

Aye-aye, Captain.

I'll help.

Thank you, again.

Just, like,
for being so understanding.

Well done, you.

I didn't think you'd forgive her.

Forgive her?

I wouldn't trust her
as far as I could throw her.

I'll be watching
that girl like a hawk.

Oh. Hello.

Hello.

Just helping Nicole.

I'm just here working.

A fella got shot.

Did he die?

No. He'll live.

I can't believe you dumped me!

For absolutely no reason.

It wasn't for no reason.

I'm bad news, Ryan.

You deserve better.

Shouldn't I be the judge of that?
DOOR OPENS

There's your sergeant now.

I'll leave you to it.

Ryan, how's Bill?

Hello, Mrs Mullan.

Bill's just in surgery.

The doctor's very positive.

She says as soon as they get the
pellet out, he'll be right as rain.

PHONE RINGS

Take a wee seat, Stella, come on.

Hello. Yes, Callum.

Who would do a thing like this?
sh**t Bill?

Whoever it was, we'll find them.

When did you see him last?

About six o'clock last night.

He called to the dig.

SOFTLY: Oh, Marlene.

I know some people think
I got together with Bill too quick -

after I was widowed.

But Bill is such a wonderful man,

so supportive,
and Rachel really likes him.

Sorry, Sarge.

Yes, Ryan?

That was Callum on the phone.

Mrs Mullan, there was a 999 call

logged from your mobile
number last night.

That's right.

I caught somebody trying to steal
the Port Devine Hoard.

The coins?

Yes.

Whoever it was, I yelled at them.

They took off in a white van.

What I don't understand -

how did they know about it?

Everyone on the dig
is sworn to secrecy.

The airgun that was used to sh**t
Bill McEntee is legally registered.

Who to?

Greg Mullan.

Stella Mullan's dead husband?

Yeah.

Well, he can't have
shot Bill McEntee.

That's exactly what I was thinking.

I'll let Marlene know.

OK.

I was putting the bins out.

Someone came running round
the corner.

Before I could see who it was,
they shot me.

I spoke with one of your neighbours.

She said she heard shouting.

I think the fella with the g*n
was shouting at me.

But I don't know what he was saying.

It's all really hazy.

And you can't think of anyone
who might have a grudge?

Against an antique dealer?

You hear of these cases.

Maybe he got the wrong house?

Mistaken identity?

I mean, it's a possibility.

Sorry, Stella, but I...
I have to ask.

Your husband had a legally
registered air r*fle -

do you know where it is?

In a box, in an outhouse at home,
locked up.

Well, I would like Ryan here to
take a look at it.

Can we borrow your key?

You're not suggesting it was
used to sh**t Bill?

Ha! That's crazy.

I'm afraid it's not a suggestion.

It's a fact.

If I could have that key?

Thanks.

DOORBELL RINGS

BANGING ON DOOR

Hello?

Police.

Oh, ha!

Ryan! Hello, Rachel.

I didn't think anyone was at home.

I'm revising for exams.

Have you seen Bill?

Yeah. Yeah, he's doing good,

expected to make a full recovery.

Thank goodness for that.

Can you show me where your late
father kept his air r*fle?

It's out the back.

Great.

Why do you need to see it?

We have reason to believe that
it was used to sh**t Bill McEntee.

You're kidding.

Dad kept his airgun locked up
down here.

Well, it doesn't look
so locked to me.

I don't understand.

The g*n isn't here.

Someone must have broken in,
taken it.

Who else knows where it's kept?

Lots of people, I suppose.

My dad's hunting mates.

He loved his hunting.

No. No, no, no.
Don't touch it again, Rachel.

We're going to need to get
a forensics team down here.

I can't believe someone took
Dad's g*n and then shot Bill.

How beautiful is this place?

The whole area is just stunning.

How are you finding it
in Port Devine?

Yeah, I like it. A lot.

Especially now I've got
the whole family here.

There we are.

Tyre tracks.

Wide wheelbase.

Some sort of van?

Stella Mullan told Marlene that
the intruder got away in a van.

CAMERA CLICKS

I heard you were planning to move
back to Belfast at one point.

That was before I found out
I was going to be a dad.

Now that my son's been born,

I can't imagine being anywhere else.

CAMERA CLICKS

The tyre tracks back up
Stella Mullan's account.

Someone tried to steal
the Port Devine Hoard.

What's the Port Devine Hoard
when it's at home?

Buried treasure.

It's a cache of coins.

Buried by some monks, apparently.

And Stella Mullan has found it.

I've never heard of it.
Neither had I. Well, I have.

Sure, your dad was talking about it
last night in the pub.

Stella Mullan said
it was supposed to be a secret.

So how does my dad know about it?

He's only been in Port Devine
five minutes.

Why don't you ask him?

That's a very good idea.

The air r*fle used in the sh**ting,

we think was stolen
from Stella Mullan's house.

Rachel, Stella's daughter,

when we discovered that the r*fle
wasn't where it was meant to be,

I just got the feeling
that she wasn't that surprised.

Rachel? Sweet, geeky Rachel
who wouldn't say boo to a goose?

Well, I could be wrong.

Like I said, it was just a feeling.

If you're after Nicole and the baby,
they'll be back in a minute.

I'm on duty.
It's my dad I need to talk to.

Seamie! Here.

What do you reckon to
the name Oscar?

Not a lot.

I take it my dad's been
bending your ear, too?

Too right.

Do what I do, tune out.

Nicole likes it.

You're joking.

Barbarians, the pair of you.

What can I do for you, son?

What do you know
about the Port Devine Hoard?

Oh, the treasure?

Young Rachel Mullan was
going on about it.

When?

Last night, in here.
She was with that antique dealer.

Bill McEntee?
That's the one.

They had some food,
Bill had a few drinks.

Likes a decent
drop of whisky, does Bill.

What time did they leave?

Rachel left first.

Eh, about nine.

Yeah, football had just finished.

And Bill?

Ten.

Yeah, in a taxi,
which was a surprise.

Why? Well, before Rachel left,
Bill threw her the car keys.

So I assumed that she was
driving him home.

Right. And, erm, what were
they saying about the Devine Hoard?

Just that Rachel's mum had found it.

Not that I was earwigging,
you understand.

Mm.

What's this all about?

Right, well, you're going to hear
sooner or later.

Erm, Bill McEntee's been shot.

Shot? What is this town coming to?!

Is it going to be safe to
raise our child here?

Of course. Of course.
It's just an isolated incident.

There's nothing to worry about.

Here, Callum.

What do you reckon to calling
the wee man Bruce?

Are you on glue?

There's no way
we're naming our baby Bruce.

As in Willis?

Aye. All the Dunwoody men are named
after action heroes.

Clint, Sly, Arnie.

Bruce is the next logical step.

Well, why don't we just go the whole
hog and call him The Rock?

Do you know, that's not bad.
SHE GASPS

He's winding you up.

I thought we'd settled on Oscar.

No way. Absolutely not.

Right, I need to get back to work.

Thanks, Dad.

Well, that's the last thing I need.
What is?

You and Callum McCarthy
ganging up on me.

You two can take your patriarchy
and stick it!

This is the only CCTV camera
near Bill McEntee's house.

This footage was captured
just after Bill was shot.

I reckon that's Rachel Mullan
cycling away from the crime scene.

Are we actually contemplating
the possibility that Rachel Mullan

shot her mother's boyfriend?
Why on earth would she do that?

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

Bill McEntee gave Rachel Mullan
a set of car keys last night

and then got a taxi home.

Sarge, do you know what Bill drives?

Er, some sporty thing.

And a van, of course,
for his business.

A white van? I think it
is white, aye.

Like Stella Mullan saw last night.

So maybe the keys Bill gave Rachel
were for his van.

And, what, Rachel drove it up to the
abbey to steal the coins?

No. Feels like a leap to me.

Right, well, I've got a photo
of the tyre tracks from the abbey.

All I need to do is find Bill's van
and see if the tyres are a match.

Good idea.

Luke, Ryan, will you go and pick
up Rachel Mullan, bring her in?

I think we need a word.
Yeah.

Sarge.

CAMERA CLICKS

CAMERA CLICKS

The tyre markings are identical.

Yeah, but that still doesn't prove
it was Rachel who drove

the white van up to the abbey.

And Stella did say it was
a man she saw.

To be fair,
she also said it was dark,

and the intruder was
a fair distance away.

How are we getting on with
finding Rachel?

Er, we're not.

She's not at home
and she's not answering her phone.

Luke and Ryan have gone to
speak to her mother.

Honestly, I go to hospital
for a couple of days

and this place goes
to rack and ruin!

Urgh! What are these?

The rugby team
were in a couple of nights ago.

Things got a bit mad.

Clint had to throw them out.
Oh!

What do you want me
to do with these?

Oh, no!

What? Oh, Barry gave me
these just before he died.

I was supposed to run them
over to Eve or Marlene.

What are they?

Oh, they're something to do with
one of Barry's old cases.

That girl, Shelley, who went missing
and was never seen again.

Well, why don't I run them
over for you?

Erm...

I get it.

You don't trust me.

I let you down so badly.

I'm not a bad person, Nicole.

I know you're not.

So let me prove it to you.

When I finally get my break,

I'll sh**t these over
to Eve and Marlene.

OK. Thanks.

Although what they would want them
for, heaven only knows.

What can they do for that
poor girl Shelley now?

Read that text message.

Sorry, who's this from? It's an old
friend of mine, from way back.

He's a sergeant in Strabane
these days.

He's looking for the cousins that
Shelley stayed with that summer.

He owes me one. OK.

"The parents are both dead
but their son is still in town.

"I'll be in touch as soon
as I track him down."

So, the son should be
able to tell us

whether Shelley had a child or not.

Even if Shelley gave birth, there's
one thing this fella can't tell us.

What?

Whether it's Shelley's child
that's been tormenting us.

Mrs Mullan?

Hello, Ryan.

You're here for a truly
historic moment.

The first coin liberated
from the Port Devine Hoard.

Well, it's not very big is it?

That's hundreds of years of history
right there.

Detective Constable Luke Jackson.
Stella Mullan.

You're probably wondering what
I'm doing here.

Bill insisted I come.

We've been looking for the coins
for such a long time.

Bill is OK, isn't he? As far as we
know, Bill's doing great.

It's actually Rachel
we wanted to talk about.

Why?

Do you know where Rachel
was last night,

at the time you
scared off the intruder?

In the Commodore with Bill.

Wasn't she?

Not at ten o'clock.

Tell me, Mrs Mullan, has Rachel
ever driven Bill's van before?

Loads of times. Why?

What's this about?

We know it was Bill's van
that you saw last night.

But we also know that Bill
couldn't have been driving it.

You think my Rachel tried to steal
the Devine Hoard? That's absurd.

The person you saw last night,
could it have been Rachel?

No! Of course not!

Look, Mrs Mullan, we're very keen to
speak to Rachel,

but she's not answering her phone.
Would you mind giving her a call?

OK.

LINE RINGS

VOICEMAIL: Please leave your message
after the tone.

BEEP
Rachel, love, it's Mum.

Give me a ring when you get this.

She's not picking up.

Rachel always picks up.

Where is she?

Mrs Mullan, it's not just the
attempted theft that we're concerned

with. We have reason to believe that
Rachel used your late husband's

air r*fle to sh**t Bill McEntee.

And what we don't know is why.

Look, Mrs Mullan, if you know
anything, we urge you to tell us now.

The longer this goes on, the more
trouble your daughter will be in.

WOMAN CLEARS HER THROAT

Brandi.

All done?

Very nice, thank you.
Delicious.

Is Seamie not working today?

Oh, he's fixing up the cellar.

Just the bill, please.

Sure you don't fancy a wee
coffee, Granny? I do not.

The sooner we get out of this
gin palace the better.

Two ticks.

Hello, Lois.

Mr McCarthy.

All right. Come on, kids,
we need to get going.

We haven't paid the bill yet!

Cash is on the table, love.

Here, that's far too much.
Keep the change!

Something I said?

SHE SCOFFS

Any news on the baby name?

My dad has come up with Oscar.

Nicole likes it.

And?

Well, if we pick something my dad
came up with,

I won't hear the end of it.

Well, I mean, if you,
Nicole and Clint can't agree...

..you could always call him
after Uncle Barry?

That's, erm...

..that's a lovely idea, Sarge.

I just, erm,
I can't see Nicole going for it.

Hm.

Sarge, Stella Mullan's here.

She's in the interview room now.
She definitely knows something.

But she'll only talk to you.

OK.

What's going on, Stella?

Have you heard what they're saying?

That Rachel shot Bill?

Do you believe that, Marlene?

Well, we need to rule her out,
Stella, at the very least.

I...

I heard them.

Yesterday morning.

Rachel and Bill arguing.

OK.

What about?

I don't know.

I'd never heard them arguing before.

Bill wanted Rachel to do something,

but I didn't hear what.

And Rachel wasn't happy about that?

No. She definitely wasn't.

Then all day she was odd,
distracted.

I tried to talk to her,
but she bit my head off.

You know Rachel, Marlene,

she's just not like that.

GIGGLING
Why did you do that?

Kids! Hey.

Can you tell me what I've done to
upset your grandmother?

Ohhh, you don't know?

I haven't the foggiest.

Ah, well, you see, Granny
thought you and your wife were...

Me and Ross were thinking of getting
a coffee, maybe a couple of cakes.

OK.

Why don't you let me treat you,
and then you can tell me

how I've blotted my copybook
with the lovely Lois.

Thank you very much, Mr McCarthy.

So, from what her mother is saying,
Bill was putting pressure on Rachel.

Trying to get her to do something
she didn't want to do.

Like steal the Port Devine Hoard?

Well, he's an antiques dealer.

Presumably, he'd have
customers for that sort of thing.

This reminds me
of a case I worked on in London.

Younger person acting
out of character,

older person calling the shots.

Turns out it was blackmail.

To blackmail someone,
surely you'd need leverage?

I mean, why would Rachel be doing
Bill's dirty work for him?

That's a good question.
Let's go and ask him.

So, I hear you're young,
free and single again.

That's right.

I remember being your age.
Easy come, easy go.

Hardly.

Sure, I bought Brandi
an engagement ring.

Isn't that...?

Let's just see what she does.

Hello, Rachel.

Ryan!

I just came to see how Bill is,
but he was asleep.

Hand it over, Rachel.
What?

Whatever you just
took from that locker.

Give that back!

It's addressed to Rachel's mum.

From my dad.

I begged Bill to give it back
but he refused

She's lying.

What's in the envelope, Rachel?

Please don't tell my mum.

It will k*ll her.

You've read it then?
Yeah.

Are you going to show it to Mum?

We'll give her a choice,
whether to read it or not.

Can you tell her I did my best,
to stop Bill from showing it to her?

Of course.

I didn't mean to sh**t him.

I only took the g*n to threaten him
and make him give me the letter.

I never expected it to go off.

That's my late husband's
handwriting.

It's dated the day before he died.

And it's addressed to me.

How come I've never seen it before?

Because Bill found it
in your husband's office

and kept hold of it.

Then when he wanted Rachel to
steal the coins,

he threatened to show it to you.

Whatever's in it
must be really bad.

Rachel was desperate to stop
you reading it.

Right.

Better get this over with.

Are you absolutely sure, Stella?
Mm-hm.

Oh, OK.

Greg had met somebody else.

He was leaving me.

How's Stella holding up?

Surprisingly well,

considering she's just been let
down by both the men in her life.

One alive, the other one dead.

She's more worried about Rachel,
though,

and what's going to happen to her.

And Bill?
She never wants to see him again.

Oh, here, guess who me
and Callum ran into earlier,

at the archaeological dig. Who?

Nathan Williamson.

No way!
Does he still live round here?

Yeah, yeah. Up at his parents' farm.
Never married.

It's almost like someone broke
his heart and moved to Belfast.

Aye, right.
CHUCKLING

Were Nathan
and the Inspector an item?

They certainly were.

He was her first love.

Yeah.

This client approached me,
desperate to buy the coins.

It was too much money to turn down.

So you forced a teenaged girl
to do your dirty work.

I couldn't steal from Stella!

I love her.

Do you want to do the honours?

Bill McEntee, I'm arresting you

on suspicion of coercion
through blackmail.

You do not...

Barry?

She wants us
to call the baby Barry?

Yes.
It's just so...

..old-fashioned.
Aye, I couldn't agree more.

So what are we going to do about it?

Leave it with me,
I'll talk to her.

Let her down gently.

Where is the wee lad?
He's over there with Daddy Clint.

Woman trouble?

I suppose you've found out that
Brandi dumped me.

All because I asked about her past,
her family.

Aye, she's a mystery, all right.

We don't even know where she's
from or why she changed her name.

Sorry, what?
Aye, we only found out

because Nicole needed her
National Insurance number.

The whole "Brandi" thing,

she made it up.

Callum was telling me
that you suggested

that we call the baby Barry...

Oh, Nicole! What?

That would mean so much to me.

You know, I kid myself that I'm
getting over everything

that's happened but...

..the truth is, I'm heartbroken.

You know, I need to know that
Uncle Barry's not forgotten.

So, you calling that wee man
after him is just...

Oh, you are a beautiful person,
Nicole Devine-Dunwoody,

and the best friend a girl
could ever have.

It's, it's...

..nothing.

Callum, Clint, come here.

Get yourselves over here.

I was just telling Marlene
the good news.

What good news?

That we have decided to name
this wee dote...

..Barry.

That good news? Yeah, I mean as long
as yous are OK with it?

I mean...

..it means the world to me.

Of course.

Baby Barry.

It's got a ring to it.

Now, this wee baby has spent enough
time in this bar, I think.

I'll take him upstairs.
No, no, no, no. Let me.

I am wee Barry's
godmother after all.

So, give him here.

Shh, shh.

Oh, it's OK, it's OK,
I've got you, I've got you.

Oh, darling, I know.

Oh, wee Barry!

You three really
are the best, you know that?

Hey, come on.

Baby Barry?
You didn't see her face.

I had no choice!

Good instincts on the blackmail.

Thanks.

Are you OK?

Me? Yeah.

Why?

I don't know.

I feel like there's something
you're not telling me.

No, it's just this place.

Port Devine.

It's full of ghosts.

Ghosts? Well,
if you need a ghostbuster...

I know who to call. Get out.

I'd have been quite happy sitting
at home, catching up on me knitting.

Do you not want to see the wee baby?

Not as much as you two do.
You sit down, Lois.

We'll get you a drink. Well, fine.
A soft one.

You'll not catch me
supping the devil's buttermilk.

Thanks, kids.

Can I help you, Mr McCarthy?

It would seem that
I owe you an apology.

I'm quite certain you don't.

Let's cut to the chase, Lois.

Mrs Dunlop.

I like you,
and I hope you like me.

If things had have been different,
if I had have been free.

I mean, you of all people must
respect the sanctity of marriage.

And the truth is,
for all her faults,

I love my wife.

Well, that's good to hear
in this day and age.

It's refreshing. Not that it's of
any interest to me, of course.

If I were free, dear lady,

we would have an entirely
different conversation.

As it is, I would hope that
you would allow me to

treat you as a friend.

I certainly don't want
anything more than that.

We'll raise a glass later,
non-alcoholic of course,

in your case,
to what might have been.

Dad, can I have a word?
sh**t.

Maybe somewhere more private?

There's nothing you can't
say in front of my friend Lois.

OK.

Did you send Mummy some flowers?

I must confess I did.

Cos she has a message for you.

Why can't she speak to me direct?

Why is she sending
you as a go-between?

Because she's blocked you.

And the message is,
she never wants to see you again.

HE CHUCKLES

She always says that.

Believe me.

She really means it this time.

All right?

Take a picture, it'll last longer.

Sorry, you just look familiar.

Have we met before?

You've probably just seen me
in here.

Would you look who it is.

Who?

It's another ghost.

That man over there,
Nathan Williamson.

That's my first boyfriend.

Do you want to say hello? No!

Boss. Cub.

See when you were charging
Brandi the other day,

you didn't get any push
back from the Prosecution Services?

What about?

About the fact that she's
changed her name.

Did she?
Well, I haven't heard anything.

So what's Brandi
really called, then?

Well, according to Clint,
she was born Jane McClure.

Sh-sh-sh-shhh.

Sh-sh-sh.

How's he doing?

He's perfect.

He's a wee angel.

Sh-sh-sh-sh.

I heard he's going to
be called Barry.

Yeah.

You never met my Uncle Barry,
did you? No.

But I heard a lot about him.
Oh, he was, erm, he was the best.

And now he's gone,
there's this massive gap, you know?

I think this wee man
taking his name

will definitely help
to fill that void.

Barry wasn't your
biological dad, was he?

No, no.

But Uncle Barry, as I called him, he
was all the parents I ever needed.

You were lucky.
Yeah.

Yeah, I suppose I was.

Erm, I came to give you these.

Your Uncle Barry's
notes from an old case.

About that girl that went missing,
Shelley Moffatt.

How did you get those?

He must have given them to Nicole.

She was meant to give them to
you and Eve.

Typical Nicole.

Mind you, she has had
a lot on her plate, so...

Yeah, thanks.

I looked through them a bit,
hope you don't mind.

What happened to her, this Shelley?

Erm...

Well, erm...

..me and Eve suspect
that Shelley had a baby.

And, I don't know, maybe she
couldn't cope with the shame.

Shame?

What, you think she k*lled herself?

Cos she was a teenage mum?

Shelley was a lovely girl
but she was all over the place.

In what way, how?

Well, the three of us - me, Eve,
Shelley - we were best mates.

But I caught Shelley
playing around with Eve's boyfriend.

Do you think he could have been
the father of her child?

Who, Nathan?

I don't know.

Erm, I suppose he could have been.

Her poor child.

Given away.

Unloved.

Not like this little one.

Doted upon, cherished.

Yeah. Barry number two.

I am going to spoil you rotten,
wee man, yes, I am!

Yes, I am.

Yeah, we'll be like family.

I'll do anything for you.

Oh, I can't believe how much
I love him already.

BARRY CRIES

Oh, I think he needs a feed.

Yeah, well, that's something
I can't do.

Do you want to run down to Nicole?
Sure, I'll watch him.

OK, are you sure? Yeah.
OK. Good.

BARRY CRIES

What's wrong with Seamie's face?

His wife has given him
the bum's rush.

THEY GIGGLE

OK...

PHONE RINGS

I've got to get this.

Right, so now Seamie's single,
does that mean it's back on, Granny?

What are you talking about, child?

The big romance! You and Seamie.

Yous two need your heads examined.

Right, shall we go? Yeah.

See ya!

No, thank you.

Oh, Marlene! There you are.

What is it? What's wrong?

I just spoke
to my friend in Strabane.

He tracked down Shelley's cousin.

Shelley did have a baby.

She called her Jane.

Now this is going to sound mad,

but you know Brandi who
works behind the bar? Yeah.

Clint told Ryan
her real name is Jane.

Brandi could be Shelley's daughter.

Hold on, Brandi was talking
about Shelley, like just now.

Asking all sorts of questions.

Oh, Eve, how could I have been
so stupid?

Where is she now?

She's upstairs with the baby.