All language subtitles for Hope.Street.S04E07.1080p.WEB.H264-DiMEPiECE

-Ryan?
-Yep.

Get the first-aid kit.

-Mr. McEntee. What's happened?
-I've been shot.

OK. Uh, the ambulance
is minutes away.

-Where did they hit you?
-In my side.

Do you know who did this to you?

Not a clue.
It all happened so fast.

-That's the ambulance 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 rifle.

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 shooter
left that thing behind?

I've no idea.

That's a Pelshot air rifle.

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

Can you think of a reason anyone
would want to shoot this guy?

No, not that I can think off.

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.

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.

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

Has he had an accident?

Look, this is gonna sound more
alarming than it actually is.

But he's been shot.

I...

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? See Bill for yourself.

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

That's OK. 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, I hope you're not
being homophobic.

-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!

-Seamie, you're in a hospital.
-Sorry.

Oh, it's you.

Nicole...I'm so sorry.

For the crash, for leaving you.

I did come back
to see if you were OK.

-I don't know if they told you.
-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?

-Hmm.
-Fill your boots.

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.

I'm just helping Nicole.

I'm just here working.

Fella got shot.

-Did he die?
-Nah, 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?

There's your sergeant now.
I'll leave you to it.

-Hi.
-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.

Take a wee seat, Stella,
come on.

Hello. Yes, Callum?

Who would do a thing like this?
Shoot 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.

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 used to shoot
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 gun
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, uh, I have to ask.

Your husband had
a legally registered air rifle.

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 shoot Bill?

That's crazy.

I'm afraid it's not
a suggestion. It's a fact.

If I could have that key?

Thanks.

Hello?

Police.

-Oh!
-Ryan!

Hello, Rachel. I didn't think
anyone was at home.

I'm revising for exams.
Have you seen Bill?

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 rifle?

-It's out the bag
-Great.

But...why do you need
to see it?

We have reason to believe

that it was used
to shoot 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 gun 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,
don't touch it again, Rachel.

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

I can't believe someone
took Dad's gun 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.

I heard you were planning
to move 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.

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?

Well, that's a very good idea.

The air rifle
used in the shooting,

we think was stolen
from Stella Mullan's house.

Rachel, Stella's daughter,

when we discovered
that the rifle

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?

Uh, 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 whiskey
does Bill.

What time did they leave?

Rachel left first.
Uh, 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 what were they
saying about the Devine Hoard?

Just that Rachel's mum
had found it.

Not that I was earwigging,
you understand.

-Hmm.
-What's this all about?

You're gonna hear sooner or
later. 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.
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.

Why don't we just go the whole
hog and call him The Rock?

D'you know, that's not bad.

-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.

-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?

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?

Uh, 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.

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.

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?

Uh, 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!

Ugh! What are these?

The rugby team were in
a couple of nights ago.

Things got a bit mad.
Clint had to throw them out.

Oof!

What do you want me
to do with these?

Oh, no.

What?

Oh, Barry gave me these
just before he died.

I'm 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?

Um...

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 shoot 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
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.

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!

We're very keen
to speak to Rachel,

but she's not answering
her phone.

Would you mind
giving her a call?

OK.

Please leave
your message after the tone.

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 rifle
to shoot Bill McEntee.

And what we don't know...
is why.

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

The longer this goes on,

the more trouble
your daughter will be in.

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?

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, um...

that's a lovely idea, Sarge.

I just, um...

I can't see Nicole going for it.

Hm-hmm.

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.

-Why did you do that?

Kids! Hey.

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

Ooh, 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 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 kill her.

You've read it, then?

Yeah.

Are you gonna 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 shoot him.

I only took the gun
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?

Hm-hmm.

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,
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.

He never married.

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

-Aye, right.

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 teenage 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 am 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.
-I couldn't agree more.

So, what are we gonna
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.
-And I was...

-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 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.

Ah. Shh.

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

Ooh, there we are, I know...

Oh, wee Barry!

You three really are the best,
you know that?

OK, 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 my 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.
-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.
-Uh...I like you.

-And I hope you like me.

If things had have been
different, if I'd 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.

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?
-Shoot.

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.

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.

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.

What's Brandi really called?

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

How's he doing?

He's perfect.

He's a wee angel.

I heard he's gonna
be called Barry.

-Yeah.

You never met my Uncle Barry,
did you?

No. But I heard a lot about him.

Oh, he was, um, 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.

Um, 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.
I hope you don't mind.

What happened to her,
this Shelley?

Um, well, um...

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 killed 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.

Um...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 gonna spoil you rotten,
wee man. Yes, I am!

Yes, I am.

Yeah, we'll be like family.

I'll do anything for you.

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

Oh, I think he needs a feed.

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

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

-OK, are you sure?
-Yeah.

OK. Good.

What's wrong with Seamie's face?

His wife has given him
the bum's rush.

-OK.

I gotta 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 gonna 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.