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So, what would you prefer?

A boy or a girl?

You know me, Seamie. I'm easy.

Get off me! What's your problem?

What's their problem?

Call 999!

Oi!

Help!

I can't swim! Help!

Are you alright?

Hello, Callum.

You should be very proud of this fella.

All in a day's work.

So, did you happen to see the person who pushed Cian in?

Only from a distance. Young.

Black hoodie, blue jeans and, uh, white trainers.

-Has anybody phoned Arthur?

Who's Arthur?

Oh, Cian's husband. They got married a few months back.

His number's in my phone. He was my probation officer.

What is going on?

Some lad got pushed in the water.

It was Cian Flannery.

You know, that had the same-sex wedding.

What, Cian got pushed in the sea?

Well, is he alright?

They've taken him to hospital. Do you know him?

No.

Well, obviously, you do know him.

Right, will you just get off my case, Chloe?

What?

-What's up with him? -He just told me a lie.

What sort of lie?

He said he didn't know that guy Cian.

But he did, didn't he, Lois?

I have to say, I got that strong impression.

Right, you.

You've got a gender-reveal party to organise.

And I'll get there as soon as I can, after work.

Don't worry, we won't start until you arrive.

What's wrong with you?

Oh... I thought I saw Marlene.

You can't have done.

She's on the other side of the world.

I know! Obviously, my mind is playing tricks on me.

Must be the hormones. -Come on.

Right. See you later.

What's up?

How do you think Ross has been recently?

His face is tripping him about going back to school in Belfast.

Why?

Ross matches the description of the guy

who pushed Cian Flannery into the harbour.

That's crazy.

Why would he do something like that?

So, how does all this gender-reveal stuff work then?

Well, the clinic that did the test,

they send the results in an envelope to the reveal company.

And then they fill a balloon with blue confetti for a boy,

or pink for a girl.

Uh, anyhow, none of us find out

whether it's a boy or a girl until the balloon gets popped.

Arthur!

Where is he? Where's Cian?

Is he gonna be okay?

Yeah. The doctor's with him now.

The paramedics didn't think he swallowed too much water.

-I need to see him. -Of course you do.

As soon as the doctor's finished with him.

Arthur. Um...

can you think of anyone who has a problem with Cian?

Who would have a reason to do this?

No. Nobody. Cian's a sweetheart.

We got a description of the guy that pushed him in.

Um, black hoodie, blue jeans, white trainers.

Ring any bells?

No.

Sorry. Sure, that could be anybody.

Sorry. I just, I just need a minute...

-Canapés? -Check.

-Paper cups? -Check.

-Prosecco? -Clint's sorting that.

Check. I put a case in the chiller.

Great.

-What's wrong?

Oh, I knew it wasn't the hormones!

Hi, folks.

Oh, Marlene Pettigrew! Look at the tan on you!

Nicole Devine-Dunwoody. Look at the bump on you!

Why didn't you tell us you were coming?

What, and spoil the surprise? Not at all!

This is from a CCTV camera near the pier.

Could that be Ross? -It could be anybody.

You'd think I'd recognise my own flesh and blood.

Well, let's see what he's got to say for himself.

So, Australia was amazing?

Ah, we did Melbourne, Sydney, Uluru, Cairns.

Yeah, trip of a lifetime, Nicole.

Well, you couldn't have showed up at a better time.

Hmm? Why?

We are having a gender-reveal ceremony this evening.

A ceremony?

Well, more of a gathering, really. By the sea.

I want this little one

to feel totally at one with the elements.

-Of course you do.

And it's only right that you should be there...

as godmother.

Godmother? What, me?

Of course! Well, now, that you're back, I expect you

to be fully involved in this wee baby's life.

Um...

Well, Nicole, love, I'm really sorry,

but I think you've got the wrong end of the stick.

How so?

I'm only in town for, like, a couple of days.

Just to sort out the sale of Barry's house,

and then, I'm out of here...for good.

There's no sign of Arthur anywhere.

He's done a runner.

Right, I'll call it in. Let the inspector know.

Is this you?

-No. -Okay.

It was taken at 9:17.

Can you tell us where you were then?

I was doing some revision in the Port View Café.

Good. We can check that.

This is nuts.

There's no way I pushed Cian in the harbour.

Well, how do you know this Cian?

We got to talking on the beach. Him and Arthur.

-How? -How what?

Oh, don't be obtuse, Ross. How did you get talking?

They could see that I was upset.

They asked if I was okay.

Why were you upset?

Um...

because I'm being bullied at school.

What -- What do you mean, bullied?

What do you think? Online, offline, verbal, physical.

You name it, they've been doing it to me.

Oh, love, why didn't you tell me?

I'm telling you now.

How long has this been going on?

I don't know, uh...

a few months, maybe more...

Around the time you split up with Jenny?

Yeah, I suppose.

You never did tell us why you two split up.

Um...we just grew apart.

-So, what's the bullying about? -Stop interrogating the lad.

No, look, he's right.

Um, I need to tell you...

I-I should have told you sooner, um...

I'm seeing someone else.

Okay.

His name's Andrew.

So, you're being bullied because you're gay?

Are you gay?

Well, I don't know. I...I think so.

Oh! I'm gonna have to get this.

Hello, Callum.

He did what?

Okay. I'll source his vehicle reg.

Yeah, get it circulated. Right, okay.

Listen, I'm gonna have to go.

Uh, I wanna hear all about this Andrew later on.

Mum!

And then we're gonna sort out that school.

Yeah.

Look, this Cian and his husband...

They're a fair bit older than you, right?

Yeah, no, they've been nothing but kind to me.

When I needed someone to talk to, they were there.

Okay. You need a lift back to your gran's?

Uh, nah, I'd rather walk.

Well, at least take a hug from your stepdad.

-If I have to. -Come on.

So, Cian and Arthur had their big gay wedding then.

That should have been you.

-Are you gay? -Brandi!

No, it's okay, it's not a secret. Yes. Yes, I am.

Good for you. Love is love.

Brandi's seeing young Ryan.

Still?

Yup. Between you and me, no one is more surprised than I am.

Apparently, he's got hidden depths.

Oh!

Boss, I got the crisps you wanted.

They're Bagel Bites, Seamie. Not crisps.

Have you met Callum's dad? He works here now.

No, no, I haven't.

How are you doing? Marlene Pettigrew.

So, you're the famous Sergeant Pettigrew.

Our Callum's your number-one fan.

He can't wait to see you back in uniform.

Well, here, he might be waiting a while.

Bagel Bites in the kitchen, please, Seamie.

And tell me, is, uh,

is Callum invited to your gender-reveal ceremony?

Of course he is. We're one big, happy, blended family.

So how does Clint feel about bringing up Callum's child?

Well, he's got used to the idea. We all have.

It'll be fine.

It's gonna be fine. -Yeah.

Is that true?

-Of course not. -Yeah.

Clint's heartbroken it's not his child.

How do you feel about Ross being gay or bisexual or whatever?

Let's be honest.

It's not a total surprise.

All I'm worried about... -What?

-...is what my mother's gonna say.

So, Arthur Patterson did a runner.

Yeah. Uh...

I'm really sorry. He seemed so worried about Cian

when he turned up at the hospital.

Don't beat yourself up.

You had no reason to suspect him of anything.

He's a probation officer, for goodness' sake.

Do you think it's possible

that Arthur pushed Cian into the harbour?

I suppose it's not impossible.

Arthur's car was picked up on ANPR turning into Cliff Road

about 20 minutes ago.

Where does Cliff Road lead to?

Uh, nowhere, really. It's all farmland up there, by the sea.

-Let's go check it out. -Yeah, okay.

Are you gonna be alright?

Me? Oh, I'll be fine.

I'm gonna ring that school. Give them a piece of my mind.

The people over there have never heard of Arthur Patterson.

I knocked at this place, but no answer.

So, what the hell's his car doing up here?

It's madness.

Marlene loves this town and she loves being a police officer.

Maybe so, but, uh, Marlene is a grown-up. It's her choice.

But it's the grief talking.

Do you know what she's doing right this moment?

No.

She's in the Commodore, making bunting.

Do you know why? -No. Why?

Because she can't face going to Barry's house.

We can't let her do something that she's going to regret.

So, what are we gonna do about it?

What do yous two want for your tea?

Dad phoned. He and Eve are taking us all to the Commodore.

-That den of iniquity. -What, you not coming, then?

If that's where your parents insist upon going,

I suppose I'll just have to lump it.

Son? -Yes?

Chloe here thinks that you do know that Cian

that got pushed in the water.

Uh, yeah, a bit. I know him a bit.

-How come? -Well, um...

We got to talking on the beach.

I think he asked me for the time or something.

Ah.

Hey ho.

I went through the electoral roll.

That farm where I got no answer, it belongs to Dymphna McReady.

I recognised the name, so I ran a full check.

Marlene arrested Dymphna for criminal damage.

She spent six months in prison.

-Any connection to Arthur? -He was her probation officer.

And you say Marlene arrested her?

Yeah. Dymphna fell out with one of the neighbours.

She smashed up his tractor, uh, went on a bit of rampage.

Ended up causing thousands of pounds of damage.

Sort out a search warrant for Dymphna's address.

-Where are you going? -Uh, to see Marlene.

-She's back? -Oh, flying visit, apparently.

Although Nicole Devine-Dunwoody

is determined to change her mind.

I'm telling you, Marlene, it was a fantastic day.

Cian and Arthur's wedding?

Hmm. Clint here was one of the ushers.

You were? How come?

Arthur was my probation officer. Couldn't meet a nicer fella.

Honestly, he went out of his way for me.

The two grooms had the reception in here.

You missed out, Marlene. The craic was mighty.

You should have seen Clint here doing the Padam Padam.

Well, I'm glad to hear that Port Devine was so embracing.

-Marlene. -Hm-hmm?

-Eve wants a wee word. -Can we talk?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure.

You need to tell her...before she hears it from someone else.

You know what a big mouth my dad has.

She's gonna hate me.

Her only grandson?

She couldn't hate you if she tried.

-Yeah. -Hmm?

Okay, you're right.

Granny? -Yes, son?

Um...

Look, I wasn't entirely honest with you earlier on.

Okay. What about?

About how I got talking to Cian.

Well, him and his husband, Arthur, were on the beach

and they could see I was upset.

You were upset? Why?

I-I-I've been getting a hard time at school

about the fact I'm seeing someone.

Why would they give you grief about that?

Cos it's a boy.

I see.

Do -- Do your parents know that you're having a hard time?

-Yeah, I told them today. -Well...

there's one thing I know about your mother, she won't rest

until the school's done something about it.

Granny, I just told you I'm seeing a boy.

I know you did, son.

But if I don't get these clothes in the dryer,

no way they'll be ready by this evening.

Yeah, I remember Dymphna McReady alright.

She got sent down for criminal damage.

Well, Arthur Patterson is Dymphna's probation officer.

Luke and Callum found his car parked near her place.

But there's no sign of Arthur.

Okay. Well, I'd say that's a cause for concern.

Dymphna was obsessed with one of the neighbours

and he wasn't interested.

So, she smashed up his brand-new tractor

and got sent down for criminal damage.

Which I always thought was wrong because, in my opinion,

Dymphna's got undiagnosed mental-health issues.

We're heading up to her place now with a warrant.

I don't suppose you'd consider coming along?

Hold on, is this Nicole's doing?

You know, get Marlene on the job,

show her what she's been missing.

No! You can always go back to whatever it was

you were doing up there.

What was it, uh, making bunting?

Right, okay, I'll tag along.

But only because I'm worried about Dymphna.

Thanks.

Cian, I'm glad you're feeling better.

How come you haven't found Arthur yet?

Well, technically, he's not been missing long.

But we're doing everything we can. Trust me.

We've actually got a couple of officers out

looking for him now.

So, what can you tell me

about Arthur's relationship with Dymphna McReady?

Um...

She's one of his clients.

Or she was.

Is that all?

I think they're having some sort of affair.

Good to see you, Marlene.

I hope this means you're back, Sarge.

It's what you might call a guest appearance.

Tell me you're not being serious.

Inspector, how's Callum doing as acting sergeant?

-Oh, great. -Well, there you are then.

I'm already surplus to requirements.

Text from Ryan.

Cian Flannery says his husband has been seeing Dymphna McReady.

-Well, well, well. -Hmm, if that's true.

You're not convinced?

In my experience, these relationships

tend to take place in Dymphna's head.

I saw a photo. [ Sniffles ] Dymphna and Arthur together.

And a text. Dymphna talking about them being in love.

Did you confront Arthur about this?

No.

Uh, I wanted to, but...I just couldn't.

So, I did something...[sighs] really stupid.

I sent Dymphna a text from Arthur's phone.

I pretended to be him.

Arranged to meet her at the pier this morning.

I wanted to tell her to back off.

Okay, so, what happened then? When yous met?

Dymphna lost it.

She claimed Arthur's leaving me.

I told her there's no way I'm letting that happen.

Then she pushed me off the pier.

Dymphna!

It's Marlene! Come on, open the door!

Marlene.

Long time no see.

Sorry, I've, um, I've been away.

How are you? -I'm fine.

Good. Glad to hear it.

Could I ask you a couple of questions?

-What about? -Your probation officer.

Arthur Patterson.

You wouldn't happen to know where he is?

He's not my probation officer anymore.

I haven't seen him in ages.

Okay.

Well, look, while I'm here, why don't you stick the kettle on?

I'd love to, Marlene.

But it's not a good moment.

Yes, so...

I'm pretty sure she has Arthur in there.

Let's execute that warrant.

Police! Open up.

Police! Open up!

Oh, well. We've tried asking nicely.

Hello, Callum.

Tell him to go away.

Are you okay, Arthur?

I'm fine. But Dymphna has a knife.

She says she's gonna hurt herself.

I will! I'm gonna do it!

Luke, get Marlene now.

Copy that.

-Hey, Arthur. -Marlene.

Dymphna.

What would your mummy say about all this?

She wouldn't be happy.

No, she would not.

How long is it since we buried your mummy?

Nearly four years.

Oh.

Did you hear my Uncle Barry passed away?

I did. I didn't come to the funeral.

I don't think he would have wanted any criminals there.

Hey. Uncle Barry had a big heart.

Full of forgiveness and love.

Just like your mummy did.

-I miss her. -I know.

I miss Barry too.

I wish I could say it gets better after they've gone.

I've been so alone.

Your mum would have wanted us to sort this out.

Yeah.

She would.

So...why don't you put the knife down...

before someone gets hurt?

Yeah?

That's good, Dymphna.

Really good.

Now, why don't we go downstairs and we can get that cuppa?

What do you say?

-Hmm. -Yeah?

Come on.

It's okay.

Come on, love.

You're alright.

You're okay.

Right. We'll get you downstairs.

Are you sure you're okay, Arthur?

Honestly, I'm fine.

And Dymphna did not lay one finger on me.

It was her I was worried about. She said if I tried to leave,

she was gonna do something bad to herself.

How's Cian?

Yeah, he's fine. Just worried about you.

Well, I'll make it up to him, I promise.

My first grandchild.

Who'd have thought?

I wonder if they'll inherit the McCarthy chin.

Or my talent for poetry.

I'm sorry to say, as far as our Callum was concerned,

that certainly skipped a generation.

Well, whatever this baby is like,

it'll be inheriting nothing from me.

It's a hard road you're travelling, make no mistake.

The fact that your wife's carrying another man's child,

it must remind you that they...

done the deed.

Cheers, Seamie!

I had managed to put that to the back of my mind.

But thanks a million for bringing it up again!

Right, I've spoken to Callum.

He thinks he can be at the ceremony in about an hour.

So, uh, we need to get all this stuff moved ASAP.

Want me to take the gender-reveal balloon?

No. I'll deal with that. You can grab the bunting.

Okay.

Right, all the food is loaded up in the van.

Here, you drive it over, I'll lock up here.

Now don't be long, mister.

Tell me this, Arthur.

Why did you drive over to Dymphna's place today?

I knew it must have been her who pushed Cian into the water.

How?

Things she's been saying lately.

I should have taken her more seriously.

So, you were angry with Dymphna?

No. I was worried about her.

After she pushed your husband into the water?

She's not a bad person.

I thought I could persuade her to give herself up, come clean,

so she wouldn't be in so much trouble.

But when you got there?

Dymphna was very vulnerable.

I thought if I left her, she would do herself serious harm.

Cian told PC Power

that he thinks you and Dymphna are having an affair.

Apparently, he saw a photo of you two together.

An intimate photo.

Last week...

Cian went to a gig in Belfast and stayed the night.

While he was away, Dymphna rang me.

She said she was feeling really down.

Like an idiot, I went over to her place.

Dymphna made me some food,

persuaded me to drink a couple of glasses of wine.

I fell asleep on her sofa.

She must have laid down beside me, taken a selfie...

You're an experienced probation officer.

Did it not cross your mind you were getting too close?

When Dymphna got parole and I was assigned her case,

your sergeant, Marlene Pettigrew, came to see me.

She has always been convinced

that Dymphna has mental-health problems

and should never have received a criminal conviction.

She's right.

After what happened today,

I'm pretty sure Dymphna will be getting a diagnosis.

At last.

It's just a shame my husband nearly died in the process.

Sorry to interrupt.

But you said you wanted me to let you know when Cian got here.

Yeah, thanks, Ryan. Um, show him in.

Yeah.

This way.

Hello, you.

I am so sorry.

For everything.

You know there was nothing going on.

This was all in Dymphna's imagination.

Ryan's explained that.

But one thing I don't understand.

Why didn't you just explain to the officers

it was just Dymphna who pushed you into the water?

Uh, I didn't want to get Arthur in trouble.

I thought, if he really was involved with her,

he'd lose his job.

I don't deserve you.

We'll give you some privacy.

Thanks for that.

Just let me know when she's on her way down here.

Great.

They are sending a psychiatrist to do a proper assessment.

About time.

Poor Dymphna.

So, now you've dipped your toe back in...

I mean, yes, I'm tempted, of course I am.

Then what's the problem?

Uncle Barry.

Did you hear? He left me his house.

I haven't set foot in there since the day of the funeral.

Well, you don't have to face that on your own.

Okay.

Uh, pull it a bit tighter!

Bit higher.

No, no, no. Lower, lower.

Higher, higher, higher, higher.

Where is Clint?

Maybe this is him now.

Claudia Preston. What does she want?

No! No!

This can't be happening! Brandi, catch it!

What am I supposed to do now?

Well, we can still have a bit of a hoolie.

I'm dying to try those Bagel Bites.

Are you on glue?

There's no way we can go ahead now.

Popping the balloon was the whole point!

Do you want me to text people, tell them it's cancelled?

Well, I suppose so!

Crying shame, that's what it is.

A shame? It's a total disaster, that's what it is!

Where is Clint?

Clint! What are you doing? You'll be late.

I'm not going.

Don't be daft.

Aye, daft. That's me, alright.

Agreeing to bring up another man's child.

I thought we'd sorted all this out.

Yeah, well, you thought wrong.

You slept with my wife.

But you were on a break.

In Nicole's mind...

not in mine.

Uh...

You won't be the first person in Port Devine

to bring up someone's else's kid.

Are you cruising for a bruising?

Hear me out.

Look at Barry and Marlene

and how totally lost she is without him.

And he was only her stepdad.

What's this child gonna call us anyway? Huh?

Dad, Daddy, Uncle Clint?

We can always just let the kid work that out for themselves.

What on earth?

Is that Nicole's gender-reveal balloon?

You should pop it.

No. Nicole would kill me.

Well, she seems to have mislaid it.

You should be the one.

After you.

-Alright! -Yeah.

I need a word.

Why does that fill me with dread?

I talked to Ross.

And he told you he was gay.

It's great, isn't it? That he can be so open with it.

Open? Is that what you call it?

Why, what would you call it? A sin?

No!

It's just...

it's not what I wanted for him.

Is that selfish?

Yes.

But understandable. Come here, you silly woman.

Hmm!

Well, what are you gonna do about this bullying?

I've talked to the school.

I can't say they put my mind at rest.

Why does he have to go back there

when there's a perfectly good school down the road here?

You and Luke are practically living with me already, and...

you know I love it when the kids are here.

Are you asking us to move in?

Gay grandson and everything? -I am, yes.

Hmm!

Here they are.

The two best-looking women in Port Devine.

Cheers. No offence taken.

Well...

me and Mum have a question to ask you all.

How would yous all

like to come and live at my place full time?

Well, just until we find our own place down here.

Well, I, for one, would love that.

Me too.

Ross?

You sure about this, Granny?

We can't have my number-one grandson

going back to that terrible school.

Only grandson.

Yeah, I'd love that, too.

Ah!

So, you still don't know

if you're having a wee boy or a wee girl?

And that's not the only thing I don't know.

I still have no idea where Clint and Callum have got to.

There she is, the baby mother!

Well, where have you been?

-Uh, we got, uh, talking. -Mm-hmm.

And drinking by the looks of things.

Ah, just a couple of pints.

We have a question for you. -Mm-hmm.

What would you prefer this little one to be?

A wee boy or a wee girl?

Well, I mean, I don't really mind,

so long as it's happy and healthy.

So, you don't want to know?

Know what?

We found the balloon.

You did?

Yep, floating in the air.

So, you two know the baby's gender? And I don't!

Yeah, but you just said you don't care.

Aye, I heard you.

No, no, no, I do care! What is it?

One! Two! Three!

It's a boy!

Does this mean I'm gonna have a grandson?

Yep!

Here, I meant to ask you.

Have you heard any more from Shelley?

Or whoever's pretending to be Shelley?

Yeah. Messages from withheld numbers. Silent phone calls.

Stuff in the post.

But I think you're right.

It's just a crank.

Shelley died the night she went missing.

Who went missing? Sorry, I just overheard.

Ah, it was a friend of ours when we were teenagers.

That's terrible. Did they ever find them?

No. Poor Shelley disappeared without a trace.

That's awful.

Why are they targeting us?

Trying to make us feel guilty?

Yeah, I suppose so. Do you know what? We shouldn't.

Whatever happened to Shelley, it had nothing to do with us.

Do you mind if I take my break now?

No. Go ahead. Knock yourself out, love.

Our Ross came out of the closet this morning.

Wow, okay. How do you feel about that?

Good. Just glad he can be honest with us.

Yeah.

Even my mother's coming round to the idea.

Really? Well, good on him.

When I think about all those wasted years in the closet...

What's that?

I don't know.

Are you kidding me?

Oh, Marlene.

I'm sorry.

What's that on your hand?

How'd that get there?

I'll wash it off.