-"Dear Clint and Nicole, I am gifting you my JJ.

He's not too fond of soap but seems to have stopped setting things on fire."

-You wanted a kid, here I am.

-D'you want me to go to prison?

-For once in your life, Dad, do the right thing.

-I've got my gun.

Now, I'm guessing you don't have yours.

-You gonna shoot me, Al?

-Course not.

-Where is he?

-He's on that boat.

-What?

And you didn't pursue?!

-He threatened to shoot me!

-I'm not Finn's mother.

-What?

-I brought him up, but he wasn't my baby.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -♪ Never felt so fine ♪ ♪ Never been this happy in your whole damn life ♪ ♪ You've never felt so cool ♪ ♪ Never felt so ooh ♪ ♪ Yeah, we turning up 'cause this is how we do ♪ ♪ When you're holding me, your lips guarantee ♪ [ Distant gunshot ] [ Turns music off ] [ Distant gunshot ] [ Tires screech in the distance ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -I'm Detective Constable Jo Lipton.

Anyone hurt?

No injuries?

Okay, you just sit tight.

I'm gonna call for help.

[ Line ringing ] ♪♪ Yeah, this is DC Lipton.

I need urgent assistance.

♪♪ ♪♪ [ Indistinct conversations ] -Let me see, let me see.

Ahh!

-Don't put the cheese on until you've flipped.

-[ Chuckles ] -So close!

-Say cheese.

-Cheese!

[ Camera shutter clicks ] ♪♪ -A bungee jump with your ma?

You're a better man than me.

-Tell me something I don't know already.

Here!

You haven't sponsored me yet, it's been noted.

-You sure you're up for this, son?

-Yeah.

I've never looked forward to anything more in me life, Ma.

-Me neither.

-Shall we?

-Good luck.

Whoo!

-Go on, you can do it!

Good luck, Concepta!

♪♪ ♪♪ -Oh, my goodness.

-Papa Delta Eight Two.

Urgent assistance required.

-Sarge, we gotta go.

Come on.

-Don't look down.

Don't look down, Ma.

-Oh, I can't watch.

-Aye, do you think that thing's ever gonna snap?

-Shut up, stupid.

-Okay.

-All right, Ma.

-Ready?

[ Siren wails ] -Where they going?

They're gonna miss it!

-Never mind about them!

Just remember, if anything happens, I did my best for you, son.

-All right, Ma.

-Okay.

-Ready?

-Three, two, one... [ Both scream ] [ Cheering ] ♪♪ -Go on, the Concept!

-A flying Concepta!

-[ Laughs ] -Detective Constable Jo Lipton.

-Police Constable Callum McCarthy.

Welcome to your new job in Port Devine.

It's not usually this lively.

-Lively's good.

-Sergeant Marlene Pettigrew.

-I'm looking forward to working with you both.

Callum, was it?

-Mm-hmm.

-Sorry, only had an eyeliner.

-I'll call it in.

-I bet you weren't expecting to stumble across a prison break on your way to your new job.

-Who was the prisoner?

-Uh, Maura Hughes, 33.

Born and bred here.

In jail for murdering a farmer, Sam Dolan, 15 years ago.

-So, where were they taking her?

-Just a routine hospital appointment.

I spoke to the prison officers, and they said the road was blocked by this tree.

And when they got out to shift it, your masked man pulled up behind them, shot out a few tires and then handcuffed the officers to the van.

We found these.

-I thought that was a shotgun I heard.

-The weird thing being, Maura Hughes is getting released in 8 months after serving 15 years.

So, why break out now?

It makes absolutely no sense.

-The Range Rover that passed you is registered to Paul and Mary Chambers.

-Well, they're on their jollies.

Cruising round the Canaries.

-How do control room know that?

-They don't, but I was sat next to Mary last week when she was getting her highlights done.

-It's a small place.

You can't so much as sneeze.

-I best behave myself then.

[ Gulls cry ] [ Applause ] -Yay!

-Congratulations!

-[ Excited squeal ] -Oh, I was worried something terrible was gonna happen.

-What, and you couldn't live without me?

-I guess not.

-Does this mean we're getting back together then?

-Finn, not now.

-Well, fair play to you, woman.

You didn't even break a sweat.

-I had scarier trips to the chiropodist.

[ Laughter ] -Marlene and Callum sent their apologies.

Something urgent.

-I suppose I better go and see what it was.

Listen, what's the holdup?

Can I not just move back in?

We can be together.

-You're coming home?

-Mind your business, Big Ears.

-Mum?

-I am not having this conversation here.

Now, go on, the lot of youse.

♪♪ And don't give me that look.

I want Finn home as much as the kids do.

I love him.

-Well, that's great.

-But I won't have him back while I'm hiding your secret, knowing you're not his mother.

I can't even look him in the eye.

-[ Sighs ] ♪♪ ♪♪ -Inspector Finn O'Hare.

-Detective Constable Jo Lipton.

-Excuse the get-up.

I've just been doing a charity bungee jump.

-Good for you.

Marlene said that you'd be able to fill us in on this escaped prisoner, Maura Hughes.

-Yeah, uh, I didn't work the case, but I do remember it.

Late one night, Maura phoned 999.

Told the operator that she'd just killed Sam Dolan.

-How?

-Hit him over the back of the head.

-Do we know why?

-She was working on his farm.

Said he'd trumped up some reason not to pay her.

-Look, I know you shouldn't speak ill of the dead, but Sam Dolan was a horrible man.

Like, I remember when I was a wee nipper, you wouldn't dare go near his place.

-Bye.

That was Paul Chambers.

So, the fob for the Range Rover is kept in a kitchen drawer.

Two people have keys to the house.

-And who are they?

-The cleaner, Joyce.

But she's away to Dunfanaghy for a fortnight.

And the other person is the gardener, Michael McVeigh.

-Ah... -What's the big deal with Michael McVeigh?

-He's married to Maura Hughes's sister, Diana.

-And also has a registered firearm.

A shotgun.

♪♪ [ Gulls cry ] [ Cheering ] -Those burgers smell amazing.

-Help yourself.

100% pure Irish beef.

-Mum found a pony's tooth in a burger once.

It was cool.

The supermarket gave us a free trolleyful of food.

-Or maybe I fancy candyfloss.

-The whole point of today is to raise funds and to get publicity for the museum.

Now, there may be people, like yourself, who have loads of heirlooms who may want to donate them to the museum.

-I can't put them in a museum, Barry, they're antique.

-Yes, but then, you see, the whole town could appreciate them.

-Well, I suppose you could do, like, a whole Devine family section.

Given that the town is named after us.

[ Chuckles ] -Sorry to interrupt, but, Diana, we need a word.

-Sounds ominous.

-It's about your sister.

-What about her?

Tell me.

-Someone broke her out of the prison van this morning.

-She's escaped?

-There's been a prison break?

Where?

Round here?

-Yeah, Ballymountain Road.

But there's nothing to worry about.

-Grand.

There's a murderer on the loose, but there's nothing to worry about.

-Can we talk?

Somewhere else?

-I haven't seen Maura in years, you know.

-Yeah, sure.

-I remember!

Maura killed that horrible farmer.

He used to set his dogs on kids who went too close to his apple tree.

-Maura was great craic.

-Was she now?!

-Great craic?

She killed a man.

-She hit him over the head a wee bit too hard, that's all.

-Once a killer, always a killer.

I'm gonna talk to Finn.

Make absolutely sure this situation is under control.

-[ Sighs ] Finn'll love that.

-You've put a known arsonist in charge of a flaming barbecue?

-Concepta!

-I haven't started a fire for ages.

-Leopards don't change their spots.

-Honest, Auntie Nicole.

I don't do that stuff anymore.

-We know you don't, JJ.

Don't we, Uncle Clint?

-Of course we do.

Now, flip that one before it gets cremated.

-You three -- you know what you look like?

-What?

-A family.

♪♪ [ Spectators cheer ] -Barry, have you seen Michael McVeigh?

-Well, he's been here off and on.

Who's this young lady?

-Detective Constable Jo Lipton, meet former Inspector Barry Pettigrew.

-You recently retired?

-Oh, no.

I've been out of the business for a brave few years, but full marks for flattery.

Welcome to Port Devine.

What do you want with Michael?

-That murdering sister-in-law of his has done a bunk from a prison van.

-Where did you hear that?

[ Cellphone rings ] Michael McVeigh.

Yeah, Michael, thanks for getting back to me.

Yeah, it is urgent.

Great, see you there.

Look, we've got search teams and a helicopter looking for Maura Hughes.

We will find her.

In the meantime, What I don't need is you whipping people into a panic.

All right, Ma?

Come on.

-Well, that's you told.

Here.

What's wrong?

-Am I a terrible person?

-No.

Of course not.

-I know I drive him up the wall sometimes, but... -Finn loves you.

And nothing you could say or do will change that.

♪♪ ♪♪ -Of course Maura hasn't been in contact with me.

-When did you last see your sister?

-15 years ago... on the day she was sentenced.

Maura's always been trouble.

From the day she was born.

[ Chuckles gently ] -You're saying it's my fault that Finn can't go home to his family?

-I didn't say that.

But it's true.

-You couldn't just pretend you didn't know?

-That you're not Finn's birth mother?

Concepta, you may be comfortable lying to Finn, but I'm not.

And before you start, yes, I have lied to my husband before and look where that got me.

♪♪ -Where were you between 8:00 and 10:00, Michael?

-Between 8:00 and 10:00 this morning?

I was setting up the tombola.

Ask Barry.

-When was the last time you were at Paul and Mary Chambers's place, Michael?

-About a couple of weeks ago.

I look after their garden.

-You got a key to the house?

-Yeah.

-Have you ever driven the Chambers' Range Rover?

-No.

Why would I?

Was it used in the prison break?

-Would you happen to know where Paul and Mary kept the key fob for the Range Rover?

-No.

Hang on a minute.

You think I used this key to get into their house, then nicked their car?

First of all, the Chambers leave a key under the plant pot, so anyone could have got in.

Second, me and Diana, we have no contact with Maura.

What she did all those years ago, it broke Diana's heart.

-Were you and Diana seeing each other at the time Sam Dolan was killed?

-We started going out at school.

Whoever helped Maura this morning, it wasn't us.

We want nothing to do with her.

♪♪ -I heard that you had a registered shotgun, Michael.

Can you tell me where it is?

-Of course.

It's being repaired.

Conall O'Gorman's place on Ship Street.

♪♪ -That retired police officer?

-Uh, Uncle Barry?

-He said that Michael McVeigh was at the stall "on and off."

-That's hard to prove one way or another, so we can't rule him out.

-Hmm.

Callum, can you talk to Conall O'Gorman?

Just confirm McVeigh's shotgun's in for repair.

-Yeah.

On it.

-Hello.

-Hey!

What's up?

-Finn, I-I need you to come with me.

-I'm kind of busy... -It's important.

-We can spare you, Inspector, if you need to get away.

-Are the kids okay?

-They're fine.

It'll only take a half an hour, tops, that's all.

-Can you call me if you need me?

[ Door closes ] ♪♪ -So, uh, Finn was best mates with my predecessor?

-Mm-hmm.

Yeah, they went back a long way.

-And he had no idea that this Al was a wrong 'un?

-Not a clue.

-But it was Callum here who worked it all out.

-I'm impressed.

I mean, I heard it was your computer that he accessed.

How did he manage that?

-Well, I left my password where he could find it.

I ended up getting arrested.

-Yeah, but that's all behind you now, cub.

-Professional Standards think I'm a clown.

-You trusted someone, they took advantage.

You're human.

Don't beat yourself up.

-Hmm.

♪♪ ♪♪ -There you are.

I need you to change a barrel.

-I think I've just seen Maura Hughes.

-You think?

-No, it was definitely her.

-Well, what are you waiting for?

She's an escaped murderer!

You need to call the police.

♪♪ ♪♪ [ Door opens ] [ Door closes ] ♪♪ -Ma, what's this about?

-Sit down, son.

♪♪ -You're not ill, are you, Ma?

-No.

I'm not your ma.

I mean, I'm not your mother.

-What?

-Well, I am... ...but I didn't give birth to you.

My sister did.

Your Aunt Assumpta.

I know it's a bit of a surprise, but it doesn't change a thing, so there's no need for histrionics.

-Finn, are you okay?

-There, I did it.

So, you can put your marriage back together.

And you better get it right this time.

-You knew?

♪♪ ♪♪ -This is our new colleague, Detective Constable Jo Lipton.

-Hi.

-Clint Dunwoody.

Devine-Dunwoody.

-And I'm his wife, Nicole.

-Are you sure it was Maura you saw?

-Oh, yes.

Me and her used to hang out.

Her...photo's all over social media.

It was definitely her.

-And how did she seem?

Was she armed?

-I didn't see a gun.

She seemed... -That was Taylor.

She thinks Maura's at the fundraiser.

-What the hell's she doing there?

Come on, let's go!

♪♪ -Finn, as soon as I knew, I couldn't look at you without wanting to tell you.

But -- But it wasn't my place.

-I've never even met Aunt Assumpta.

[ Cellphone rings ] So, what?

She just didn't want me?

-She was a wild child.

We both thought that you'd be better off with me.

-But then why lie?

All of this time?

-That was what my sister wanted.

-So, Gus isn't my da?

That's why he didn't want me!

-I'm sorry.

Although that's not such a bad thing, either.

-So who is?

[ Cellphone ringing ] [ Ringing stops ] -Concepta?

He has a right to know.

-I don't see why it matters.

You did fine all this time without a father figure.

Why do you want one now?

-It matters to me!

-Knowing Assumpta, it was probably some fella she met out in America.

[ Cellphone ringing ] -Marlene.

Yep.

-We've located Maura Hughes.

She's at the fundraiser.

-Okay, I'll be right there.

Right, I have to go.

But I think you know more than you're letting on.

When I come back, I want proper answers.

I want the truth this time.

♪♪ ♪♪ [ Indistinct conversations ] -Excuse me.

Excuse me.

-Is that Maura up there?

-What on earth is she trying to do?

-She must really like exhilarating adventure sports to risk getting seen.

-Or she's creating a diversion.

-From what?

-[ Exhales ] ♪♪ [ Applause ] ♪♪ -Just step back, sir, thank you.

-Keep going.

Thank you.

-Step back out of the way.

Thank you.

-You just keep your hands where I can see them, Maura.

-I'm not armed, if that's what you're thinking.

He can search me.

-Go!

Go!

Stop!

-Stop!

Police!

-Get out of the way!

-Stop!

-[ Grunts ] -[ Yelps ] -Diana!

-Maura Hughes, I'm arresting you for escaping police custody.

You do not have to say anything, but I must caution you, if you do not mention when questioned something you rely on in court, it may harm your defense.

If you do say anything, it may be given in evidence.

-Why's she done it, Siobhan?

She only had eight months left.

She was so close.

♪♪ ♪♪ -What the...?

♪♪ ♪♪ [ Door creaks ] ♪♪ Hello?

Now, if you're in here, I'm obliged to inform you I'm an ex-police inspector!

♪♪ -You're Clint's nephew, right?

-Yeah.

-His van's blocking my car.

Can you ask him to move it?

-Okay.

[ Indistinct conversations ] [ Upbeat folk music playing ] [ Cheers and applause ] -We're up next.

-Does Auntie Nicole know?

-No.

-It's gonna be lit.

-What do you two not want me to know?

-Nothing.

-Nothing.

-Hmm.

[ Cheers and applause ] ♪♪ -Maura doesn't seem very bothered that we've caught her.

-It's almost like that's what she was aiming for.

-Yeah, but why?

-Conall O'Gorman.

He has got Michael McVeigh's shotgun.

But Michael didn't drop it off till 11:00 today.

-Long after the prison break.

-So you think Michael's the masked man in the Range Rover?

-I can't think of a better reason why he would lie about the gun.

♪♪ -And Maura Hughes did a bungee jump?

-Yep.

-I can't believe I wasn't there for that.

-Right, so, the museum's been robbed.

What's missing?

-No, I mean, the only thing I can't find is, like, an antique smoothing iron.

Yeah, it's a hundred years old.

It wouldn't be worth very much.

-And where is this CCTV from then?

-Oh, yeah, I just got it in from next door.

-That's Maura Hughes!

-Why would Maura Hughes want to break in here?

-And only steal an old iron?

♪♪ -[ Soft music playing ] -♪ You're my Mountains of Mourne, my Islandmagee ♪ ♪ My own Giant's Causeway ♪ ♪ My sweet Tandragee ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Lady so lovely, lady so fine ♪ ♪ You're my only true love, Nicole Devine ♪ -A song?

Just for me?

-Me and Uncle Clint wrote it.

Well, I helped with some of the words.

-That makes a lot of sense.

-They were rehearsing all day yesterday while you were out shopping.

-I love it!

[ Laughs ] -♪ You're my very own Lurgan, my dear Portadown ♪ ♪ I'll love you from Cloughey to old Fivemiletown ♪ ♪ Lady so lovely, lady so fine ♪ ♪ You're my only true love, Nicole Devine ♪ -I thought you were getting your uncle's van keys.

-Ah, sorry.

I forgot.

-Well, get them now!

-Shh!

-I can't.

They're in his pocket.

He's got ages to go yet.

-Ages?

[ Soft laughter ] ♪♪ -Shall we?

♪♪ -Mr. McVeigh, we're gonna search your car as a result of an ongoing investigation for prohibited items under Article 3 of the Police Criminal Evidence Act.

-What?

-Would you mind popping the boot of your car open for us, please?

[ Lock clicks ] ♪♪ ♪♪ Taking this wee gem to the "Antiques Roadshow," were you, aye?

-Callum, are these cartridges similar to the ones found at the scene?

-Same size.

Same color.

-What have you got yourself mixed up in, Michael?

-Michael McVeigh, I'm arresting you on suspicion of helping a prisoner escape lawful custody.

You do not have to say anything, but I must caution you, if you do not mention when questioned something you rely on in court, it may harm your defense.

If you do say anything, it may be given in evidence.

[ Car door closes ] ♪♪ [ Gulls cry ] ♪♪ [ Door lock buzzes ] -Any joy?

-Both sticking to "no comment."

-Why would Michael break Maura out of jail so she could steal an old iron?

-Because it's the murder weapon?

I checked the original postmortem report from the case files.

The pathologist found traces of iron in the victim's head wound.

So, the question isn't, "Why the iron?"

It's, "Why does Michael McVeigh care?"

Fancy a quick bit of role play?

-When don't I?

♪♪ -So, sorry, who am I again?

-You're Maura.

You've just broken in and now you're in the living room of the farmhouse looking for your wages or whatever.

Sam Dolan is in that doorway there, he's pointing a gun straight at you, threatening to shoot.

-Stand still or I'm gonna shoot!

-Yeah, that's -- that's really good, but... you're over here.

-Yeah.

-All right?

-That's great.

What are you doing in my house?

I'm gonna shoot you.

-You don't have to go all Liam Neeson on me, okay?

This is purely logistics.

-Yep.

-So, you see, the wound was on the back of Dolan's skull, so Maura would have had to be standing right behind him, not opposite him.

-Or it was somebody else that hit him over the back of the head.

-Yeah.

-Michael McVeigh.

-I can't think of a better reason why he would help Maura dispose of a murder weapon.

-Nice.

-So, you don't know how the antique iron got into your car?

-That's what I said.

-See, I can't help but think, Michael, if we send that away to be tested, we'll prove that it was the weapon used to kill Sam Dolan and that we'll find your DNA on it, too.

-You think I killed that farmer?

-Well, why else would you have done what you did today?

-I wasn't even questioned about the murder at the time.

-Well, I'm asking you now.

-Do you know why?

'Cause I was in Scotland the night Sam Dolan died.

Check it out.

[ Gulls cry ] ♪♪ -I'm sorry you didn't win, hon.

That judge needs pushing off a cliff.

But you'll always be top of my charts.

-Number one?

-[ Chuckles ] -Thanks, babe.

-Well, have you heard anything from Finn?

-No.

-Still, it must feel good getting it off your chest.

-It wasn't on my chest.

And it was fine just where it was.

-Well, I appreciate your honesty.

And he will, too, in time.

You've done a brave thing.

-Given I had no choice, I can hardly claim to be brave now, can I?

And the worst is still to come.

The questions.

-About his mum and dad?

-Aw, look at poor Diana.

She's really going through it today, God love her.

♪♪ -Michael's telling the truth.

The night of the murder, he was in Edinburgh, on stage playing Algernon in an amateur production of "The Importance of Being Earnest."

Whatever that is.

-What about his girlfriend?

-Diana?

I don't think she went in for the am-dram.

-Was she with him?

-Doesn't say.

-Why d'you ask?

-Because sisterly bonds are very strong.

So who knows what one would do to protect the other, right?

-Mm-hmm.

[ Gulls cry ] ♪♪ -You don't have to look after me.

-You're doing me a favor.

I'm in no rush to be on my own, believe you me.

What's that saying?

"No good deed goes unpunished"?

So, is it true, the police were out there searching Michael's car?

Did they find anything?

-I've no idea.

Really.

-You don't think that awful sister of yours was trying to pin something on you two, do you?

-Maura's not like that.

-After 14 years in that den of iniquity, who knows what she's like.

-I know she loves me.

She's kind.

Braver than I could even dream about being.

Might not fit with what you think you know.

-Oh, I get it.

I've got a wayward sister of me own, and I won't have a bad word said against her.

-Sisters have a special bond.

-Yeah.

Assumpta can be a wee swine when the mood takes her, but she'll never break a promise.

And I'd still go to the ends of the Earth for her.

♪♪ -You don't have to say it.

I know.

-Almost like you've been expecting us.

-Always.

-What's she supposed to have done?

♪♪ ♪♪ -That night, 15 years ago, Maura was so upset, going on and on that Sam Dolan wouldn't pay her for the work she'd done.

I grabbed her, said, "Right, we're going up there now!"

Force him to hand over the cash.

-And when you got to the farm?

-It was me that caused all the trouble.

I was shouting at Dolan, winding him up.

-Then what?

-He pulled his gun and fired.

-How many shots?

-Just one.

-I was so scared.

I thought, "If he fires that gun again, he's gonna kill my sister."

So, I picked up the first thing I could find... and hit him over the back of the head with it.

-And what object would that be, then?

-You already know.

I hit him... with the iron.

And you have no idea how good it feels to finally tell someone.

[ Crying ] -My sister saved my life.

If Diana hadn't have killed Dolan, he would have killed me.

I know that.

-And what happened next?

-Diana had everything going for her.

She was our parents' favorite.

Going to university, engaged to Michael.

Then there was me.

What were my prospects?

So, I made a decision.

I yelled at Diana, told her to get out, go home.

She was in shock.

Didn't need telling twice.

-And Diana left you there?

-Yes.

Just me... Oh, and him.

And the iron.

I couldn't risk it being tested in case it proved that Diana had killed Dolan.

-So, you took it to the museum?

-Well, I'd heard about hiding things in plain sight.

And I knew how to get into the museum because my mum was a volunteer there.

So, I broke into the museum, stuck it on a shelf and legged it.

Then I found a phone box, dialed 999.

Told them that I had killed a man.

-What was today all about?

Why break out of prison and steal the iron?

-That's all down to your Uncle Barry.

♪♪ -We spoke with Barry Pettigrew, who has recently taken over the running of Port Devine Museum.

-Yes, you see, each and every one of these exhibits has a story to tell.

And as an ex-police officer, I'm determined to leave no stone unturned in investigating these stories.

-So, Maura saw this and panicked.

-She rang Michael last night.

Begged him to break her out.

For Diana's sake.

-What a mess!

[ Cellphone rings ] I've gotta take this.

-So, we can charge all three of them.

-Quite a result.

-Hmm.

Before we charge them, Maura is very, very keen to see her sister.

-Is that not against the rules?

-Oh, we sometimes do things differently in Port Devine.

♪♪ ♪♪ -Diana!

Diana, I am so sorry.

-Why are you sorry?

You gave up 15 years of your life for me.

-And now I've screwed it all up.

-Since you went to jail, I haven't had a single night of proper sleep.

I think what you've done today will finally set me free.

♪♪ ♪♪ -Hi.

There you are.

So, I, uh...I was talking to my mate in Belfast.

And she was telling me that a witness has come forward.

A fisherman who saw Al pull his gun on you.

-Yeah.

I had the Chief Super on the phone telling me I'm in the clear.

-I'm really sorry, Finn.

I'm sorry I doubted you.

-Listen, Marlene.

Al was my friend, so...

I might not have let him go, but I did hesitate.

-Oh, sure, we're only human, right?

-As long as we're still pals.

-I dunno.

Nah, I'm afraid you're stuck with me, mate.

So, a few of us are going to introduce Jo to the delights of the Commodore.

-Nice.

-D'you fancy it?

-I'll come down later.

I've got something I need to take care of first.

-Okay.

♪♪ ♪♪ [ Laughter ] -Whoo!

-That song did the trick then, Clint?

-Oh, now, Taylor, don't be getting embarrassed.

You're like a member of the family now that you're living with us.

-Thanks again for taking me in.

-Oh, we love having you here.

-[ Chuckles ] -[ Clint singing ] -Where is that coming from?

-♪ You're my only true love ♪ -I recorded the whole thing.

-[ Gasps ] You clever boy!

-And I've uploaded it.

-Where to?

-Social media.

You've got 5,000 likes.

You're going viral.

-Fame at last.

-[ Sighs ] I kind of wish you'd checked with me first.

I'm a wee bit pitchy on some of them high notes.

-E-mail it to me.

I'm gonna send it to all of my friends.

-Before you do that, will you give us a hand setting up for tonight?

-[ Groans ] Oh, okay.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Gulls cry ] ♪♪ -So, where's the Inspector?

-He had to nip home.

Well, not home home.

He's living at his ma's.

-He doesn't live with his wife?

-I probably shouldn't say too much.

-No, I suppose not.

-But, you know Al, who was here before you?

Siobhan and Al, they were... -No, they weren't?

-Ah.

His missus and his best mate.

-[ Chuckles ] -You know, for a straight lad, you are a terrible wee gossip, Callum.

-Wait, you're straight?

-[ Laughs ] -Um, yeah.

[ siren wailing ] -What's going on there?

-Is that smoke?

-The pub's on fire!

♪♪ -Everybody back!

Come on!

-Over this way.

-Someone's coming out!

Come on!

Come on!

-Oh, I thought I'd lost you.

-JJ's a hero!

-You okay, wee love?

-I don't know what I would have done.

-Everything's burning.

-Come on.

-My heirlooms!

-Do we know if anyone's still inside?

-I think everyone's out.

-A fire like this, how does it even start?

-That's a question for the fire investigators.

But don't you worry, they'll soon find out how a blaze like this started.

-Clear.

♪♪ ♪♪ [ Door opens, closes ] -Hi.

-Finn.

I'm sorry.

She's gone.

-What do you mean?

She's gone where?

♪♪ "I need some time.

Don't look for me."

What's that supposed to mean?

-It means that rather than answer your questions, Concepta's done a runner.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪