♪♪ -[Concepta] Stop the car!

-[Siobhan] What?

Why?

This is Barry's taxi.

What's it doing here abandoned?

This car was his pride and joy.

I'll call the police.

[gulls cry] Marlene, my wee love.

-How are you holding up?

-We're so sorry.

I know, I know, yeah.

Do you know what?

I'm all right.

I'm just, you know, battling through.

Right now, I want to know how Barry's taxi ended up here.

The keys are still in the ignition.

I'll call it in.

OK.

[Concepta] Joyriders, I'd say.

The question is, how did they get hold of Barry's keys?

Come on.

Leave it up to the professionals.

The keys were hanging on a hook at Barry's place.

If you left Barry's house empty, maybe someone broke in.

But it's not empty.

Sure, my ma's staying there.

-Your mother?

-Yeah.

Case closed, I'd say.

♪♪ Thank you.

Absolutely stunning.

[sighs] You getting a transfer down here, it's borderline creepy.

Is it so wrong I want to spend time with my beautiful wife?

Get off me.

I'm supposed to be on duty.

[woman] Eve!

-Luke.

-Hello, Mum.

If it isn't my favourite mother-in-law.

I have no time for your flannel.

This is an emergency!

What is?

You know my friend Mrs Clarke?

We read the Bible together.

Poor soul's practically housebound.

What happened to her?

She has been robbed!

All her good jewellery, clean gone.

That's not the half of it.

The fella that did it... he was a police officer.

[she groans] Poor soul.

Can't believe she fell for it.

Yeah, well, he told her he'd look after her valuables.

People like your friend trust the police.

Hmm.

Imagine it, taking a widow's engagement ring.

Sixty-two years she's had that.

Maybe he's not as clever as he thinks he is.

We've got a good view of his vehicle.

But I can't see his face.

That's Barry Pettigrew's taxi!

-Barry Pettigrew?

-Hm-hmm.

I'm pretty sure his taxi was found abandoned about half an hour ago.

On the day he's being buried?

Shameless!

Thank you.

♪♪ These are great.

Well done, you.

Oh, well, I owe Barry so much.

The way he looked after me when Mummy and Daddy died.

Can't believe we're never gonna see him in here again.

Sitting in his favourite chair doing his crossword.

Putting the world to rights.

I was thinking.

If it's a boy, maybe we should call the baby Barry?

It's a bit old-fashioned, isn't it?

Oh, yeah, you're right, you're right.

It is.

Besides... the baby's name?

I'm sure Callum will have something to say about it.

Only if Callum is the father.

We did the right thing, didn't we?

By refusing the DNA test?

While the wee one's still in the womb?

Too right we did.

Callum will just have to wait.

Why did he have to go and tell the whole town?

Because we weren't honest with him.

Mind you, it hasn't really been mentioned since, has it?

I don't think anyone's actually that bothered.

What's this I hear about you having Callum's child?

Concepta!

How lovely to see you.

[mouths] This police uniform the thief was wearing, was it convincing?

Convincing enough to fool poor old Hilda Clark.

So, where did he get it from?

Yeah, I have a... a horrible feeling about that.

[sighs] Uncle Barry has an old uniform hanging up in his wardrobe.

[door opens] The uniform's gone.

♪♪ [sighs] So, Callum has demanded a DNA test?

Yeah, well, he can demand all he wants.

What's the likelihood that he's the baby's father.

Fifty-fifty.

[sighs] Were the car keys there last night when you got in?

How would I know?

Sure, I can't even drive.

And you haven't had any... visitors?

Of course not.

That would be disrespectful.

Poor Barry not even in the ground yet.

There's not many ex-wives would come all this way for a funeral.

What you need to understand, son, Barry and me.

OK... So, we didn't go the distance, but we had something special.

A real chemistry.

You know what I mean?

Callum's right.

It means a lot you being here.

Ah.

I didn't just come to pay my respects.

I also came to support my best girl.

I know how much Barry meant to you, love.

Bring it in, munchkin.

Right, we'd better be getting off.

Make sure you lock up.

Will do.

After you, munchkin.

[sighs] These days, the babies don't get tested.

It's a simple blood draw from you and a mouth swab from Callum.

It's very safe.

[sighs] Well, that all sounds OK, I suppose.

Trust me, I'm a doctor.

It's OK.

All right, what's the real problem?

Between you and me, the real problem is Clint.

The fact that the baby might be his, I think he just wants to hold on to that a little bit longer.

I suppose we'd better bite the bullet.

[Siobhan] Yeah, I'm ready.

[Nicole] Oh, ready for the big showdown?

Don't you mean happy family reunion?

How long has it been since you last saw Assumpta?

My sister and I haven't been in the same room since 1988.

Oh!

It'll be a historic moment.

Not that Assumpta will give a hoot.

[chuckles] "Paddy's authentic Irish kebabs."

Well, that's interesting.

The rest of his car's immaculate.

Barry the messy type?

Absolutely not.

I once blagged a lift home off him after a beach party.

He made me sit on a bin bag.

[laughs] So, maybe our thief got peckish.

You wanna get a kebab?

[chuckles] ♪♪ Well, that explains the icy blast in the air.

Wrapping up a bit warmer would help with that.

This?

It's called funeral chic.

That's what you're wearing to the funeral?

Oh, yes.

Barry loved this look.

If that was wife number three, what were the other two like?

Worse.

If Barry Pettigrew had one weakness, it was for women of dubious morals.

Speaking of which... Concepta.

-It's lovely to see you.

-Assumpta.

It's... been a very long time.

-Would you like to come in?

-[Concepta] To my own home?

If that's not too much of an intrusion.

Play nice.

I thought you might be hungry after the journey.

It's only an hour in the car.

But this is very thoughtful.

Thank you.

Can I smell smoke?

Have you had a fire?

It's nothing!

I had a wee accident with the chip pan.

I'd hardly call that nothing!

The whole kitchen's going to have to be redecorated.

Buyers these days are very picky.

-Buyers?

-Yes, buyers.

I'm putting the place up for sale.

[Ryan] Where's my one?

You're in uniform.

It wouldn't be appropriate.

Even just a few chips?

What did Mr Kebab say, then?

Well, our fake police officer was in last night, about 11.

Cheeky so-and-so dropped hints about trouble if he didn't get a free kebab.

And did you get anything useful, like a proper description?

Pocket.

"Dark hair, short stature, stubble"?

[Luke] Hmm.

That's exactly what Mrs Clark told you.

What Mr Kebab told us, which she didn't, is that he's also got a tattoo.

♪♪ A massive heart attack.

Ach, poor Barry.

I mean, 70's no age these days.

At least he went doing what he loves, out on the sea, fishing.

I'd rather die in me own bed, thank you very much.

This is lovely.

Isn't it, Concepta?

I've tasted worse, right enough.

It's a pity Finn and the kids couldn't make it.

Ah, Finn spoke to Marlene.

She understands.

It's a wee bit soon coming back to Port Devine.

He sent me photos of him and the kids.

-He looks a lot better.

-Ah, well, he's not 100 percent.

That's why Niamh and Shay stayed with him.

Finn sent you photos?

Yes.

Is that a problem?

Why should it be a problem?

You gave birth to him, after all.

Think I'll head upstairs.

See what state that's in.

Spend a penny while I'm there.

[sighs] -She hates me.

-She doesn't.

I don't know why you're being so nice to me.

I made your life a misery when I turned up in Port Devine.

You're Finn's mother.

You're important to him.

Concepta brought him up.

She's his mother.

No, she wants me out of the picture once and for all.

That's why she's selling this place out from under me.

My own sister... making me homeless.

You're not gonna be homeless.

Look, Finn and I were talking.

We'd love you to come and stay with us.

In Tyrone?

With Concepta?

We're moving out of Concepta's place.

We're renting a house.

There'll be plenty of room for all of us.

Does Concepta know about this?

Not yet.

I thought I would broach the subject -to see if you were up for it.

-[door opens] Or not.

I hope my ears aren't burning.

Our thief has the word "Deirdre" tattooed on his right hand.

Ring any bells?

Sorry?

Why are you asking me?

[Luke] Well, this guy, he got the keys, the uniform, from your uncle's house.

No, no, no, no, no.

No, I've explained all that.

Look, my mum forgot to lock the back door.

[Eve] Marlene.

Can I have a word?

Yeah.

Chase up that tattoo.

We need to catch this lowlife before he targets another vulnerable victim.

[mouse clicks] [Marlene sighs] I know what you're gonna say.

You're gonna have to face up to the possibility that your mother is involved in this robbery.

You're right.

I shouldn't be here.

I certainly should not be working this case.

So, I'll get going.

That'll be wise.

-Oh, and Marlene.

-Yeah?

If you see your mother, don't talk to her about the investigation.

Please.

Fair enough.

Mind you, if she is involved... I'll never forgive her.

What are you two up to?

Having a quick trawl through Gloria Hastings's social media.

Oh, come on, Cal.

You didn't seriously buy that guff about the back door being unlocked?

[Ryan] Oh!

Here's Gloria here with some man.

Ah... Bingo!

Well, he definitely matches the description of our thief.

Hello, Deirdre.

-We got a name for this fella?

-[Ryan] Yeah.

Rick Simpson.

When you spoke to Gloria, she tell you her boyfriend was in town?

No, she didn't.

She was at pains to tell us no one had been to visit.

Unless you've got something to hide.

-What was this Barry like, then?

-[Nicole sighs] Ach.

He was the best.

Shame I won't get to know him.

He did have one weakness, though.

Yeah?

Do you see that woman over there?

-Skirt like a belt?

-[Nicole] Aye.

Barry used to be married to her.

-You're joking.

-[Nicole] Hmm.

And him a vicar?

With a woman like that?

A woman like what?

[Nicole laughs awkwardly] Have you two met?

Brandi, this is Marlene.

Marlene, this is Brandi, our newest member of staff.

-[Brandi] Lovely to meet you.

-You too.

Is it your dad that died?

Uh, stepdad.

So, sorry, what you were saying about my mother?

-Us?

-Uh-huh.

-Nothing!

-Yeah, I believe you.

Thousands wouldn't.

Can I have a latte, please, when you're ready?

Munchkin!

Aw!

Thanks.

I owe you one.

Rang around my CID mates in Belfast.

One of them arrested Rick Simpson a few weeks ago.

Reckons he was driving a silver four-by-four.

I'm pretty sure I saw a silver four-by-four parked by Barry's place when we called round there earlier.

Let's head over.

See if it's still there.

Yeah.

Let's go.

So, I hear you're gonna be a daddy.

I'm not so sure about that.

Nicole's refusing to do a DNA test.

Nicole's the redhead who runs the pub?

It's a long story.

Right, there's no sign of this four-by-four.

Here.

Oi!

Chris Hughes, you stay where you are.

I know your da!

-All right, Brandi?

-Hello.

You on urgent police business?

Sandwich run.

Don't you get all the exciting jobs?

Listen, I'm, uh, glad I bumped into you, actually.

See, I was wondering whether... you and me... I mean, I think we really hit it off, don't you think?

Wait.

Are you asking me out?

Yeah.

Hm-hmm.

So, what do you reckon?

You're a lovely lad.

Just, me and you, I don't see it.

[laughs awkwardly] Why not?

Do I look like the type of girl who'd be with a policeman?

So, you're saying no?

[sighs] Face it, hon, I'd be far too much for you.

No offence.

None taken.

Kids found it in the bin.

So, the uniform was dumped near Barry's house?

It was.

Which raises the question, why would our thief go back to where he stole the keys and the uniform from?

Because he's seeing Marlene's ma?

-And that's where she's staying?

-Exactly.

What are we doing to locate him?

We've circulated a description of Rick Simpson and his car, but no sighting as yet.

[Luke] What does it say about this guy that he didn't fill up Barry's taxi when it needed petrol?

And that he felt the need to blag a free kebab?

He needs cash?

He's got a whole load of valuable jewellery.

Yeah, but turning that into cash is far from simple.

So, where would he start?

I won't deny I was tempted.

Crazy Danny might have worked in an abattoir, but he was one sexy big lump of a man.

I swear, nothing happened!

Well... nothing physical, anyway.

Of course, Barry could never believe that.

With my track record, who could blame him?

[tearfully] But right or wrong, the trust was gone.

Our marriage never recovered.

Barry was the love of my life.

Marlene!

Your car's here.

OK, love.

Oh, thanks, love.

I've only gone and forgotten my purse.

Rick Simpson's silver four-by-four's been spotted parked on Hillside Street in Ballymountain.

Hillside Street?

Why does that ring a bell?

That's where your man Davie Burns lives.

Davie Burns?

Aye, we arrested him for receiving stolen goods.

He's a fence.

That's how he's intending to turn that jewellery into cash.

Come on, cub.

I don't want Marlene hearing a word about this.

No arguments here, boss.

I'm just praying her mum has nothing to do -with those robberies.

-Me too.

The alternative's too horrible to think about.

There you are, looks like our suspect's four-by-four to me.

It's parked right outside Davie Burns's house.

So, we were right.

He is turning that jewellery into cash.

Police!

Open up!

Rick Simpson!

Come to the door!

[Rick yelps] [they grunt] [Rick splutters] Rick Simpson, I'm arresting you on suspicion of burglary, taking and driving away and impersonating a police officer.

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

Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

What's this?

Looks like a list of names and addresses to me.

And top of that list is poor old Mrs Hilda Clark.

I've never seen that before.

And yet it was in your pocket.

How spooky is that?

Ooh!

I'll tell you what's even more spooky... This is Mrs Clark's engagement ring.

Oh, but don't tell me.

You were just looking after it.

[bell tolls] I'd love to come to stay with you and the family in County Tyrone, but... it's just not possible.

Oh, you can't let your sister run your life.

She has a way of getting under your skin.

Unless Concepta wants me to come, I'll stay away.

Lois Dunlop incoming.

Catch you later.

Would you look who it is?

Mrs O'Hare.

God bless you for making the effort to be here.

Well, where else would she be, Mrs Dunlop?

Concepta and Barry were very close.

Close neighbours.

Glad to hear that.

As you know, I hate gossip.

But there's ones in this town suggested that it was more than just neighbourliness.

Well, they would have been wrong.

Mrs Dunlop.

Dr O'Hare, good to see you.

How's that husband of yours?

-Oh, much better, thanks.

-I'm glad to hear that.

I am so pleased the tittle-tattlers were proved wrong.

Proved wrong?

About what?

Some folks said that your Finn was going to be charged with attempted murder for pushing his father off a cliff.

Well, he wasn't.

Because he didn't.

I say father but I have to admit, I'm a bit confused about the situation.

Is it true what I hear that that woman there is Finn's birth mother?

Yes.

But I brought him up.

Hmm, flighty was she, your sister?

Had the baby and then flitted off to America?

Assumpta was in a very difficult situation.

She gave her child up cos she knew he'd be better off with me.

How's Eve getting on at the police station?

Oh, very well, on the whole.

Though she says there's a great deal to sort out.

No doubt your Finn dropped the ball before he left, what with all the upset.

Oh, there's the bishop.

I'll just go and say hello.

He's not of my denomination but, sure, you can't have everything.

[laughs] God, give me strength.

[sighs] That was very nice, Concepta.

What was?

Standing up for your sister like that.

Families have to stick together, after all.

Think we're going in.

We won't take up too much of your valuable time, Rick.

You see, we found stolen jewellery in your possession.

Plus, you match various descriptions of the man seen impersonating a police officer and who conned a pensioner out of their treasured possessions.

The icing on the cake is that we have a witness who saw you wearing the uniform and who identified your tattoo.

And that witness has even offered to pick you out of a digital ID parade.

It's not looking good, is it?

No, it's not.

But we can, however, offer you a small silver lining.

Meaning?

Tell us who gave you that list of vulnerable pensioners and we'll put in a good word with the judge.

Tell him or her how cooperative you've been.

What do you say, Rick?

I'm saying... I'm not a grass.

No comment.

It's obvious Marlene's mum wrote that list.

She used to live in Port Devine.

-I agree with you, cub.

-So, let's get her in.

-Ask her about it.

-[Luke] That might be tricky.

I need to see what your boss, also known as my wife, wants to do about it.

[birds sing] -You all right?

-Yeah.

Where will you go when my house is sold?

I haven't even thought about it.

You can't go back to Fort Lauderdale?

No.

Whatever boats I might have had there are well and truly burnt.

And you're not going to accept Siobhan and Finn's offer?

-You know about that?

-Of course I know about it.

Honestly, some people think I was born yesterday.

We've got more than enough to charge Rick Simpson -with the burglaries.

-Well, charge him.

The thing is, Rick has never been to Port Devine before.

Someone wrote him this list of targets.

You think it's Marlene's mother?

Oh, I know it is.

Give it here.

I'll handle this.

You get on with charging Rick Simpson.

OK, Inspector.

Thank you all for coming today.

Sorry, this feels a bit weird just cos this was always Barry's job.

One of many.

He would have been delighted with the turnout today.

Though he'd think it was no more than he deserved.

And he'd be right.

Some of you might not know this but I was faced with a choice at a difficult age.

Leave Port Devine with my mum... or stay here with my stepdad Barry.

Or... or Uncle Barry, as I called him.

I hope my mum won't mind me saying this, but I, um... I made the right choice.

Here, let me.

"When I was 12, I wanted to be like the other kids."

"They all had the same surnames as their parents."

"But I was Hastings and Barry was Pettigrew."

"At school, I wouldn't answer to Hastings anymore."

"The teachers told Barry, so he had a wee word with me."

"He told me, if I still wanted, I could become Marlene Pettigrew on my 18th birthday."

"It was a long time to wait, but I never wavered."

"I've been proud to be Marlene Pettigrew ever since."

"Of course, Barry could be a funny old stick."

"He knew everybody's business and always had an opinion on it."

"But he loved this town and the people in it."

"Uncle Barry was my friend, my mentor, my dad."

"He loved me, completely unselfishly."

"And I loved him back."

Do you fancy some company?

Or am I too boring for you?

You not on duty?

I won't say anything if you won't.

You're not too boring.

I didn't mean that.

So, it's just the uniform you've got a problem with then?

I suppose... So, what if I were to take it off?

That's definitely not my handwriting.

But you do know a Rick Simpson?

That deadbeat?

I haven't seen him in weeks.

You didn't know he was in Port Devine?

He's here?

Huh!

That man is a melter.

He must have followed me down here.

What's he done this time?

We think he took Barry's keys and his police uniform and used them to rob a vulnerable pensioner.

He did?

Well, I hope you lock him up and throw away the key.

So, you absolutely didn't let him into Barry's house?

Of course not!

What's he saying?

Not a lot.

-He's in custody.

-Hmm.

Best place for him.

What about you?

Will you be sticking around for a bit?

Hmm.

No.

I'll, um... -I'll get straight off.

-When?

This evening.

I'll, uh, have one drink in Barry's honour and then I'll head back to Belfast.

That would be wise.

What are you two talking about?

The inspector was just telling me they've got somebody for the robbery.

Oh, yeah, who?

A Rick Simpson.

He's from out of town.

Oh, so he must have sneaked into Barry's place and taken his keys and the uniform.

He must have done.

Mm-hmm.

What a chancer.

[Nicole sighs] How are you feeling?

Grand.

[chuckles] Never better.

That's good.

I was speaking to Siobhan.

The test won't harm the baby.

I know.

She told me too.

So, what's stopping you?

It's not so much me, it's... Clint.

Clint!

Love.

Wasn't Marlene's speech beautiful?

Aye.

Aye, it was.

I was just saying, the paternity test.

There's no rush.

All right.

♪♪ What's Brandi thinking locking the door?

She's meant to keep the place open.

-[distant thud] -Clint, what was that?

I'll check it out.

Wait here.

Think of the baby.

-[Brandi grunts] -Hello?

-[Brandi] Shh!

-[Ryan] Oh, flip!

Ryan, is that you?

[Ryan] Uh... Yes.

You haven't seen Brandi, have you?

You are kidding me.

Look, please don't tell Nicole.

Please.

Out!

[door creaks] Brandi just locked the door while she was in the loo.

Oh.

-How was the funeral?

-So sad.

Poor Marlene.

Why don't I get you a drink and you can tell me all about it?

Oh.

So, no drama while we were away?

Nothing I couldn't handle.

What was that?

Just the wind, love.

[quiet chatter] I have to get off, munchkin.

So soon?

I'm finding it all a wee bit too emotional, to be honest.

Yeah, that's fair enough.

I did love Barry, you know.

I know you did.

See you soon?

Not if I see you first, munchkin.

[sighs] I have a feeling I owe you a massive thank you.

What for?

For keeping my ma out of jail.

Don't know what you're talking about.

Do you, Luke?

-Not a clue.

-[laughs] I hear you've offered Assumpta a place to stay.

How did you know that?

Let's just say your Niamh cracks under interrogation.

[sighs] Well, I don't think Assumpta is going to accept.

Why not?

She won't come if you're not happy with the arrangement.

Why on earth would she care what I think?

Hasn't what happened to Barry taught you anything?

-Like what?

-Life's too short.

Do you know what I think?

He's got the hots for you.

As if.

[gasps] I think I've just felt the baby kicking!

What did you just say?

So, are you going to accept Finn and Siobhan's offer?

I... haven't made my mind up.

Do you want to come?

Do you want me to?

No one cares what I think.

We wouldn't be living in the same house.

So, that's a bonus.

I suppose we wouldn't have to see too much of each other then.

Hardly ever.

I'll... go and pack my bags.

-Shall I?

-Go on.

Not that I care either way.

[door opens] Do you know where Marlene is?

These just arrived for her.

At this hour?

It's a bit late.

Who are they from?

Someone called Shelley.

Are you OK, boss?

You're not to tell Marlene that flowers arrived from Shelley.

[Ryan] Why not?

Because Shelley's supposed to be dead.

Isn't it too early for the baby to be kicking yet?

-[gasps] There it is again.

-Hmm.

I can't feel anything.

[Brandi] No, it is too early.

You shouldn't be able to feel the baby moving for a couple of weeks yet.

I suppose it could be the veggie curry I had for lunch.

-Right, I've changed my mind.

-About what, my love?

I can't stand this, the waiting.

We're doing that test as soon as possible.

The sooner we find out who the father is, the better!

♪♪