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[upbeat music]

-[soft music] -[seagulls cawing]

This won't take long.

You're not in a rush, are you, Lilo?

Er, not really.

It's Leila.

[gentle music]

-How are you doing? -All right?

-Bout ye, folks! -Hey, bout ye, Clint!

You coming to the hooley tomorrow, Barry?

I wouldn't miss it, Nicole.

-It's a race? -Aye. Nutters.

[whistle blows]

-[crowd cheering] -[upbeat music]

Go on!

Yes!

Yes! Ha-ha!

[crowd cheering]

Yes!

-There you go. -Ah, cheers.

Hey, there.

Leila.

Ah.

Detective Constable Leila Hussain?

Inspector Finn O'Hare. We spoke earlier.

We did. Good to meet you.

Because your transfer was rushed,

I've organised you some temporary accommodation.

Actually, I found somewhere online.

Oh.

Run by a local lady who seems very friendly, so...

Well, it's best if it's somewhere off-radar, so to speak,

because, you know, we need to keep a low profile.

So I'd-I'd need to know...

-Of course. Port Devine B&B. -Ah.

-Will I be all right there? -Oh, you'll be all right.

You're just moving in with the nosiest woman in Port Devine.

Who you calling nosey?

Ma.

Well done in the race. Still got it in you.

Thanks, Ma.

You'll be Leila?

Concepta Philomena O'Hare. Welcome to Port Devine.

Leila's gonna be working with us for a while, Ma.

Oh, is she now?

[soft music]

[knocking on door]

How are you getting on in here? Are you warm enough?

I am.

what brings you to Port Devine?

What was that?

That's a flare, gone off in the harbour.

A boat must be in trouble.

I'll take a mosey down there.

You don't know who you'll meet at this hour.

I'm a police officer.

Thanks for everything.

[soft music]

Right, fellas. Just keep back, please, yeah? Thanks, guys.

-Just stay back. -Get on home.

That's fine, nothing to see. Thank you.

Need any help?

Leila Hussain, new detective constable.

-Right. PC Callum McCarthy. -[man coughs]

-What's happened here then? -Man overboard.

You okay there, mate?

Just about.

Can you tell us what happened?

A couple of maniacs got onto my boat.

I tried to tackle them, they pushed me in.

So what were they after?

There's not much on it,

unless they wanted the boat itself.

[man coughs]

So, uh, checked out The Commodore yet?

You should come down tomorrow.

Be powerful good craic.

Okay. Good to know.

I'll leave you to it. Night.

Night.

[soft music]

-Hi, there. -Hi. Leila, come in.

I believe you met Callum last night.

And this is Marlene.

What Marlene doesn't know about Port Devine

you could write on the corner of a postage stamp.

How are ya?

So, um, what brings you over here?

Leila...

this is your desk right there.

Any follow-up required on that harbour incident last night?

It's all done and dusted.

I had a word with your man Ryan Reilly,

once the ambulance folk had checked him over.

He reckons he just got confused

and there probably wasn't anyone else involved.

Bit of a U-turn, isn't it?

When I was there, he was saying he was pushed in,

which could be GBH, worst case, attempted murder.

[soft music]

-[knocking on door] -[Marlene] What's up?

Me rib's been stolen.

Your rib?

Yeah, it's a... it's a boat. Like a big dinghy.

Went down to the harbour this morning,

completely vanished.

Here Callum, you need to write this down.

Right, no, the, the owner's here.

Rib's been spotted abandoned on the coast road.

Man overboard and a boat stolen from the same harbour.

Doesn't sound like a coincidence.

Maybe.

-[soft music] -[seagulls cawing]

Well, there's your rogue flare.

-Better get CSI down. -[Callum scoffs]

What, to Port Devine?

-Right there, lad? -Right, Callum? My main man.

What are you up to there?

I'm just... getting this baby back to base.

This your boat, is it?

Sure is. I forgot where I left it!

Shay, this is Leila, our new colleague, from England.

Hi, Shay. It's funny, that,

because this boat was reported stolen by its owner,

and that wasn't you.

Okay, like, you know, it's not "technically" mine!

I'm arresting you on suspicion of theft.

You do not have to say anything...

Go on, Callum, tell her to relax her cacks.

It may harm your defence if...

Look, I know the drill, missus. My dad's filled me in.

Who's your dad, then?

Inspector Finn O'Hare.

Well, you'll be seeing him in a minute.

-[soft music] -[seagulls cawing]

I heard, erm, down the Commodore...

shipments of this illegal booze brought in by this Ryan guy.

I kind of told Sam I could get vodka.

You know, like a bottle.

I don't even know why. I was just trying to show off.

Listen, it happens, kid. How did Ryan end up in the water?

He came up on deck.

I mean, he went ballistic, started to attack Sam,

so I pushed him off her.

I had to, he was really going to hurt her.

Do you remember the name of the boat?

Osprey One.

That's really helpful, Shay.

[upbeat music]

You okay?

Fine.

Leila, hold on a minute.

What the hell's she doing? Leila, stop.

-You're under arrest... -What are you talking about?

On suspicion of supply of counterfeit alcohol

and evasion of duty.

Get off my boat now.

Ryan... Put the gun down now.

Ryan!

[suspenseful music]

-[gun cocks] -Gun's clear.

Right, let's get you out of here, Ryan.

[soft music]

♪ Hey, everybody, it's dancing time ♪

♪ Here comes the girls ♪

♪ Back and on your hair ♪

♪ Yeah, the boys and girls, they like to jam ♪

♪ Hey, everybody, it's dancing time ♪

♪ Where are all the girls who love it ♪

♪ When the fiddle plays high ♪

♪ Get your man, he's a little bit shy ♪

I have a question to ask a very special lady here tonight.

Nicole...

I'm the luckiest guy in Port Devine.

Will you do me the honour of becoming Mrs Clint Dunwoody?

Will you marry me?

[soft music]

Okay, I will!

[all cheering]

[soft music]

I need a drink.

I just can't believe it. It's such a disaster.

Nicole's being taken for a ride by that big eejit.

You think she's selling herself short?

Sounds like you're speaking from experience, Leila.

There was someone, but I broke it off.

Turned out he wasn't as great as I thought.

Is that why you're over here?

Mm-hm. Fresh start and everything.

Sorry, if you don't mind me asking,

what sort of not great?

Well, you know, jealous type...

-I don't wanna bore you. -[Marlene chuckles]

If her relationship ended and she's starting afresh here,

that's completely logical.

She just told us a pack of lies.

What?

She bought it.

Good.

The last person you want sticking their nose in is Marlene.

I know a lie when I hear one,

and I'm gonna get to the bottom of it, cub.

You mark my words.

[soft music]

-[upbeat music] -[siren wailing]

[tyres screeching]

Round the back.

She's even fitter when she's giving orders.

It's woeful, that's what it is.

You're drooling now like a randy Alsatian.

-[door smashes] -Agh! Uh!

Ah! Get off me! Get off!

Right. That's right, let's go.

Was that your dad who just did a runner?

I'd have something to say about that.

If you knew him, you wouldn't.

Yeah? well, I wish I didn't know either of you.

Let's get him up.

I am arresting you on suspicion of burglary.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention something you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

Liam and Seamus Dempsey.

Looks like the wee family business has gone bust, eh?

Let's get them down the station.

-[soft music] -[seagulls cawing]

We caught you bang on the job.

Your da's going away for a lot longer this time.

18 burglaries, two attempted break-ins.

But it's not too late to save yourself.

Do something better with your life.

We need to recover those stolen goods.

If you help us,

we'll make the Public Prosecution Service aware.

You see, this is not your first offence,

so it's not as easy to get you a break.

Not unless you give us something first.

Fine!

I'll give you something.

And it's bigger than what you've asked for.

We did an old farmhouse about a week ago,

and I found a woman.

Dead. Just slumped over the sofa, like, in a pink cardigan.

It's been melting my head.

There's been no report of a burglary

on any farmhouse here in Port Devine.

Well, there wouldn't be, would there?

Cos whoever lives there has just murdered someone.

We've got a murder, then?

No. The farm he's on about is Gerard and Brenda Smiths'.

Pensioners. Oh, a sweet wee couple.

They're always wearing matching anoraks and wellies.

Natural causes?

No, if someone had passed away, we'd know about it.

So why would Seamus say it?

Him? Sure, he couldn't lie straight in bed.

The Dempseys are well known both sides of the border

for all the wrong reasons. They'd cut your throat

and you wouldn't know about it until you nodded your head.

What if they killed this couple? Botched burglary?

Now Seamus is trying to cover their backs.

Do you fancy heading up to the farmhouse?

Has she said anything else?

-Huh? -About the ex boyfriend.

The guy she's running away from, allegedly.

-Look, why would she lie? -Why indeed?

-[soft music] -[seagulls cawing]

Look at this place.

When they suggested Northern Ireland...

What, this wasn't what you'd seen on the telly?

It's so pretty.

-Oh! -Whoa!

Hello!

Hello?

Police. Anybody home?

Power must be off.

Well, there's your entry point.

[camera shutters]

Seamus said he saw a woman on the sofa

-as soon as he came in. -Yeah, what sofa?

The one that used to be there.

What are you doing in my house?

Gerard Smith? We've met a few times before.

I'm Inspector O'Hare, this is Detective Constable Hussain.

-You're Concepta's kid? -I am.

You'd best sit down, then.

What do you want?

Well, we were just passing, and, unfortunately,

there's been a series of burglaries in the area.

We wanted to make sure you were okay.

Ask if you'd seen or heard anything?

Not a murmur.

And do you live here alone, or...?

[Finn] Well, no, you're married, right?

I've been with my Brenda 52 years.

-Is Brenda home now? -I'm afraid not.

-She gone somewhere nice? -Very nice.

She said so herself this morning.

Visiting her niece in the south of France.

Ah. Lucky for some.

-You didn't fancy it? -And who'd run this place?

Well, listen, you're a very busy man,

so we won't take up any more of your time.

So, perhaps we could give your wife a call?

Why?

To ask if she's seen anything. You know, the burglars.

I'll need to take her number, if you don't mind.

What happened over here?

Ah, now, that was, uh, Brenda.

She was banging and yelling at me for my tea.

Uh, they're old windows.

You've been re-arranging the furniture?

Uh, getting the. sofa re-upholstered.

A little surprise for when she gets home.

[Finn] Thanks, Gerard.

[soft music]

-Voicemail again. -Brenda?

You know, it doesn't mean she's dead.

This could be anyone's number.

Need to check who it's registered to.

Gerard Smith said there was no robbery.

-So there's no body? -No wife either.

Looks like your man, Seamus, was having you on.

Or Gerard's got rid.

You wouldn't leave a corpse just sitting there

once someone's clocked it.

Oh, yeah, the robbers he didn't report?

[Leila] Obviously.

Listen, I've got to shoot out.

That, uh... meeting.

-What meeting? -Nothing important.

Listen, just take things slowly, yeah?

Don't go alienating the locals.

Not even if the local's a murderer?

Ah, Nicole.

I was just passing, and I had to show you...

this!

Ah.

It's got me and Clint written all over it.

-Pure class. -Wow. Absolutely wow.

It's booked up on weekends for the next few years.

But, then, so's me mate, Nadine.

Nadine Coyle, from Girls Aloud.

I want her to sing at the first dance.

Oh, I used to love Girls Aloud.

Can you not just play her CD?

I need a signature cocktail and a catchy hashtag,

and I thought you two ladies

might be able to help with that.

Well, I don't do social media, so...

How do you even exist?

I wondered why I couldn't find you.

Oh, you know what? I need another bridesmaid.

-Well, I can't ask Siobhan. -Mm.

Finn's ex, Concepta ran her out of town.

Caught carrying on with the son's PE teacher.

For shame.

Would you like to be my bridesmaid? It'll be a scream!

You hardly know me.

Well, I will by the end of the hen weekend.

Wait. What hen weekend?

I really have to run. Got someone in custody.

Could this be her?

Seamus, your dad's giving us nothing.

He's not helping himself.

Don't make the same mistake as him.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure.

Could you make that bit bigger,

so I can see the ring and the locket?

Have you got them?

Well, dad just fills an envelope

and gets paid by the weight.

He might not have sent it off yet.

You know, I still don't trust her.

Nicole needs her head feeling,

making a virtual stranger her bridesmaid.

Ah, that's what's eating you. Bridesmaid wars.

No. It... it's work. All the whispers and looks.

We're supposed to be a team.

And what's this meeting Finn's swanned off to, huh?

-Not a clue. -No. But she knows.

Lady Muck.

Leila!

Any joy with Seamus?

I need to see everything we've recovered

from the burglars' property.

Marlene.

You know everything about everyone,

and I know your gut's telling you I'm wrong about Gerard.

It's not my gut. It's my step dad.

You know, Uncle Barry?

-Your step dad's your uncle? -No...

No, don't be ridiculous. I just call him uncle, like.

You know, the way you do.

So, when Uncle Barry was inspector in the RUC,

he'd check on their farm, and he got to know them.

He said Gerard's a good guy, and, trust me...

Uncle Barry knows.

[soft music]

Look, Barry! The grand ballroom.

Aye, it's grand, all right.

If you had a few dance classes,

you could be my own Brendan Cole.

Aye, and if my granny had wheels, she'd be a bike.

We'll have to re-mortgage to pay the bar bill,

knowing your pals.

It can't be free for more than an hour, end of.

Clint, no one asks guests to pay for drinks

at a luxury reception.

-Are you mad? -I'm beginning to wonder.

-Barry? Can I have a word? -What now?

Like an official word?

Because see if this is about my parking fines,

you don't wanna believe a word of it.

I was sitting in the bay, every single time.

I had the engine running, for crying out loud.

I just heard that you know Gerard Smith

and his wife, Brenda.

Got a few questions.

Oh, aye? What have they been up to, then?

Concepta. Didn't see you there.

You should've just asked me.

I know them every bit as well as he does.

We went to flower arranging classes, me and Brenda.

You know, the way I do the church displays.

Ah. You go to the same church?

Gerard and Brenda go to my church.

Haven't seen them for a while.

She used to help out with the flowers and your man, Gerard,

he's on the gardening rota.

I've known them for donkeys,

ever since I was first joined the force.

-They're nice enough. -But, still,

they've kept themselves to themselves more than most.

Never have a drink with us. Not even on a Christmas Eve.

Aye, they're not drinkers. Your man, he's...

He's a strange cat, now that I come to think of it.

Never trust a person who doesn't drink, my da used to say.

God rest him.

Unless it's for, uh, religious or cultural reasons.

Cos I'm totally fine with that.

Sounds like you think they've got something to hide?

Why do you ask?

I can't tell you that. I'm sorry.

It's like that, is it?

Would you say they were together most of the time?

Oh, aye. Stuck like glue.

So, Brenda Smith, she doesn't usually go away

on a break or to see family?

No. I mean, it's possible.

They're from Fermanagh,

and they bought that farm 50 years ago,

and in all that time I've never known them have a visitor

or go any further than the market.

When was the last time you saw her?

Well, she got sick. Poor thing.

Couldn't shake it off.

Weeks? Months, probably.

Thanks. You've been really helpful.

So, is it my turn now to ask the questions?

What questions?

All about you. Why you came here.

Oh, that? It's really not very interesting.

But I best get back.

What do you think of her?

She's hiding something. You were right, for once.

Brenda's jewellery. It was in Dempsey's stash?

Yep.

You're a superstar.

You've no idea how happy you just made me.

It gets better.

Border control says no Brenda Smith has left the country

in the past couple of weeks.

So I checked the passport offices. She doesn't have one.

So, old Gerard's told a few porkies.

It still doesn't make him a murderer.

Maybe he's had a wee domestic

and he's too embarrassed to say.

Why lie and say he hadn't been burgled, though?

I mean, these things are precious.

I need to do a full search.

Well, Finn's at some top secret meeting

and you don't have a warrant.

I don't need Tactical Support Group. Callum will do.

You're not going to run it past the boss?

I don't need to. I'm Criminal Investigation Department.

Well, then, I'm sure you know best.

[soft music]

[knocking on door]

Mr Smith. Sorry to disturb you again,

but there are some questions we need to ask.

Shall I make some tea?

No, you sit down, relax. You look a wee bit tired.

These are items we recovered from the burglaries.

Do you recognise them?

No.

From inside the locket. I'd swear this was you.

Had quite the head of hair on you back then.

Never seen them before.

[soft music]

There are some more questions

I'd like to ask you at the station under caution.

Mr Smith, I am arresting you

on suspicion of murder of Brenda Smith.

What?

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention when questioned

something you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

[soft music]

Brian Kearney? Does he live here too?

If he does, Gerard didn't mention it.

There's a birth certificate, too. Look.

Must be stolen. Got some sort of fraud going on.

[phone ringing]

That's supposed to be in France with Brenda.

You arrested Gerard Smith?

And alerted the Major Investigation Team?

I can make that call, right? You weren't here.

You know very well where I was.

My office, now.

I wanted full confirmation that Brenda was actually missing.

Did you forget what I told you?

About not alienating the locals?

You've been heavy handed with a well-respected member

of our community, a pensioner.

There's gonna be a backlash.

Do I have to answer her?

Look, I'm here to keep an eye, OK? Just like you asked.

Your wife isn't in France. She doesn't have a passport.

So why have you been lying to us?

We noticed your electricals weren't working.

Have you been having financial difficulties?

No more than usual.

Does your wife have life insurance?

No. We didn't go in for all that.

Is it just the two of you in the house?

Yes.

No kids?

Who's Brian Kearney?

No one I know.

You've got his birth certificate and pension card.

-Are they stolen? -You think I'm a thief?

Gerard, we're trying really hard here, mate.

You have to admit a lot of this simply doesn't add up.

Look, I know it's personal, but is Brenda being away

got something to do with this Brian Kearney?

Oh, will you please stop saying that name to me?

-I... I don't know him! -Did he hurt her?

Did you do something to him?

This is ridiculous. You're not even listening!

Okay, okay. I think it's time to take a break.

Well, if you insist on coming with me everywhere...

I mean, what do you even think you're going to find?

You decided to give him respite.

May as well use the time to gather evidence.

Do you really want him to have a stroke on our watch?

Your name all over the news.

I mean, that'd be a bit of an own goal, wouldn't it?

-Say you murdered your ex. -Oh, a man can only dream.

What would you do with her?

Have her watch Match of the Day,

safe in the knowledge she couldn't ruin it?

Are you looking for something?

-Barry? -What are you doing here?

No, what are YOU doing here?

Cos I heard what you'd done to our wee pal this morning,

and I came to see if he was all right.

Everybody's talking about it.

I'm sorry, but in the real world

arrests aren't based on a public vote.

-The real world. -Barry.

-It's okay, we got this. -Have you, though?

Cos this wouldn't have happened on my watch, not in the RUC.

Gerard is a good man, he's one of us.

Really? Cos you called him strange.

Barely know the real him. Make up your mind.

Barry. Your concern is noted, okay?

Gerard's not even here, he's still in custody.

You are going to regret this.

[soft music]

I thought it'd stink of sheep droppings in here,

but the petrol's put paid to that.

The sofa?

Is this what passes for re-upholstery round here?

Setting a match to it to hide the evidence?

[suspenseful music]

[Policeman] Over here, boss!

They got a body.

Brenda?

Recovery could take a few hours.

She's in a shallow grave at the front of the farmhouse.

What are the odds, eh?

So your man's a murderer? Can you believe that?

We need to speak to Gerard.

How did she know?

I mean, we all think he's this cuddly old grandpa,

and she called it from the off.

That's killer instinct, right?

Look, let's wait for forensics

before we award Miss Thing Detective Of The Year, okay?

Mr Smith, I have to tell you we've just recovered a body

from your property.

We have every reason to believe it's your wife.

She isn't in France at all, is she?

Is there anything you'd like to tell us?

I didn't murder her.

You did everything you could to convince us

that she was still alive.

Why would you do that if you were innocent?

We found empty boxes of pain medication in your bins.

Heavy-duty opioids. Is that what you used?

Brenda died of cancer.

Call our doctor if you don't believe me!

Brenda got poorly.

She wasn't one for going to the doctor,

but in the end it got so bad.

Dr James knew as soon as he saw her.

But by then it was too late.

It had spread, she had secondary tumours.

She could've had treatment, but, for what?

An extra few months, Brenda reckoned.

Maybe a year, if she was lucky.

So why lie about her being in France?

Why bury her on your property?

I buried her under her favourite tree.

Was it money?

Funerals are expensive. You wouldn't be the first.

You think that's what I wanted for her? That indignity?

For the love of my life! Are you out of your mind?

You don't think I feel guilty enough?

You know it's unlawful not to report a death?

But plenty of people don't.

Do you know why, Gerard? So they can carry on cashing in.

-What? -Pensions, benefits.

I can't stand any more of this...

Gerard, Gerard...

Get Marlene to get a paramedic! Now!

Gerard! Gerard?

Gerard, mate, please...

Stay with me, Gerard.

Are you trying to tell me old. Gerard murdered his missus?

She doesn't know any more than the rest of us. Pay no heed.

Come on, they weren't digging up the weeds

-and planting chrysanthemums. -Look, I was there!

I'm telling you, that Leila's got it in for the man.

She's determined to pin something on him!

Gerard...

he's one of us.

I know a murderer when I see one.

And I know a bully, too.

I asked her to be my bridesmaid.

Well, you can un-ask her. Save us a few quid.

Look, I'm not defending the girl, but...

Oh, here we go.

My Finn wouldn't stand by and let that happen.

Why don't you hold your tongue till we know for sure?

Uncle Barry? It's Gerard.

He needs you, he's at the hospital.

Ach, what have your lot done now?

It's her.

She made the poor guy have a heart attack or something.

I swear, if he dies in our custody...

Makes you wonder why she was transferred so fast.

Well, I've asked Finn. He's hiding something, I know it.

See if I was you, I'd do my own research.

[soft music]

Hope Gerard's all right.

Well, it won't be any thanks to Leila.

I should've done this the day she came.

But that's my problem, see? I'm too nice.

Wait, what?

So, I have this mate in Nottingham,

met her at a training weekend for unconscious bias.

It's great craic, like.

You're digging for dirt on Leila?

I can only dig out what's hidden, cub.

So who's in the wrong here?

[phone tolls]

Thanks for coming in, Dr James.

My pleasure. Gerard's ECG came back fine.

So, erm, back to Brenda.

I can send you copies of her medical notes,

now we know she's passed away.

I tried so hard to make her have treatment but, you know,

at the end of the day her pride won.

Pride?

That's why she took so long seeing me in the first place.

She waited till the pain was unbearable.

She could hardly move.

Still wouldn't tell Gerard the truth. Made me swear.

I don't get it. Why would Brenda

be ashamed of having cancer?

Because it was prostate cancer.

Prostate?

-[knocking on door] -Leila. A word.

Excuse us a minute.

Gerard Smith's absconded from hospital.

We've had a sighting near the lighthouse,

but you need to get there fast.

-Where's Finn? -I'm gonna need his help.

He'll meet you up there. Go.

Hey!

What's happened?

Brenda Smith was born Brian Kearney.

Sorry? What?

Brenda lived as a woman all those years

with no one any the wiser,

until she got sick and saw the doctor.

It's Gerard.

Gerard!

Gerard!

Gerard?

I'm sorry about earlier, but I understand everything now.

I saw Doctor James. He told me you were wonderful.

You looked after her till the end.

I was wrong to think you'd ever hurt her.

I loved her all my life...

My Brenda...

She kept trying to talk about what would happen when...

when the cancer took her.

But I couldn't. We'd kept ourselves private 52 years.

Do you think I'd let a stranger undress her on a slab?

Laugh at her?

I thought I could deal with it myself...

And then, those lads broke into our home.

Saw her there.

And I knew it was all over.

No, no, no, no! Please!

We'll sit down and really listen this time. I promise.

Just take a step back.

You wanna know why she died?

I did murder her...

in a way.

She thought I'd be ashamed if anyone found out

who she used to be.

So she let that disease just fester in her belly

to save me embarrassment.

No. It didn't start in her stomach.

Brenda had prostate cancer.

She told you a little white lie.

Because she didn't want to be treated

for what's considered a male disease.

And why would she?

She'd had a lovely life as a woman...

and that's how she wanted to die.

[soft music]

We met at a market.

Brenda...

Brian...

was 19.

I was 22.

Both farmer's sons, both single.

I didn't go for men, not at all.

I just...

fell in love.

You saw Brian Kearney as a woman.

No one would've understood. I barely understood.

There was none of that stuff you see now on the telly.

We'd have been called queers, freaks of nature.

Can you picture the other farmers, the lads we grew up with?

I can, unfortunately.

If she was born tomorrow, they'd have it all worked out.

She'd get the treatment, the surgery.

But none of that mattered.

We moved here. No one knew us.

She was happy.

But I've let her down.

Tried to save her dignity and now look what I've done.

Whole town'll be talking about us.

Not if I have anything to do with it.

[soft music]

[knocking on door]

[shredder vibrating]

Blessed are those who suffer persecution

for justice sake,

for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

We now commit to the ground our sister, Brenda Smith.

Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

In the name of our Lord, Jesus Christ,

who died, was buried, and rose again for us.

Thanks be to God. Amen.

[All] Amen.

[soft music]

When Barry mentioned his church,

I thought he meant the one he goes to.

Oh, no, he's a busy lad. There's a few strings to his bow.

And the women.

Ex wives popping up all over the show, God help them.

He's like a dog with two tails.

See you at the Commodore, Barry.

I'll have your drink poured.

I hope you've put on a good spread.

-You coming, Leila? -Her?

So, she near put that poor man in the ground

-next to his missus. -Aw, come on.

Folk are talking. We want to know what you're doing here.

Cos you're leaving something out. And we're onto you, pet.

You should make it your business to drop in on Gerard

-now and again, okay? -Aye.

-He'll be lonely without her. -Yeah.

She was a lovely woman, Brenda.

Always quick to put the kettle on.

Not shy with the custard creams.

Mind you, I got special treatment.

Do you think you were her type, Barry?

Oh, for goodness' sake.

she had a wee shine for me, that's for sure.

When I had my uniform on...

Catch yourself on, will you?

Not even the tide would take you out.

You've done her proud today, Gerard.

And your secret will stay safe with me,

as long as you want it to.

Mr Smith? Do I know you?

I'm sorry I took that jewellery off your missus.

-Wish I hadn't, like. -You?

Seamus, when I said you could try to apologise,

I didn't mean here now.

I'm really sorry.

-Right, you, out of here. -No, no. No, wait.

There's a time I'd have rolled my sleeves up

and folded you like a deckchair.

Well, I feel really bad.

No, honest, I do.

Well, it forced me to face things

I was trying hard not to.

Let's hope it does the same for you.

Go on, go home, Seamus.

[soft music]

Here. Uncle Barry's full of hot air.

I just smile and nod when he goes off.

Do I look like I care?

Oh, I see you. Trying very hard not to care.

Come on.

-All right? Gin and slim? -Erm...

Maybe I should get a round in for everyone,

seeing as they all hate me.

Nice try. It's a free bar.

Oh, then make mine a wee double.

And no one hates you.

Nicole just met you, and she loved you that much

she made you a bridesmaid.

Am I right, Nicole?

Am I right?

It's okay.

Who knows how long I'll be staying here, anyway.

Or even why you came here in the first place.

Right, that's it!. OK? I've had enough.

When people come here,

no matter what the reason, we welcome them.

You all need to catch a grip of yourselves.

-You should be ashamed. -Marlene, forget it, yeah?

The girl has done absolutely nothing wrong.

Okay, she might have been a bit... keen.

But so what?

Her instincts were right.

Our man, Gerard, here was in trouble and she knew it.

Who else here can say that, huh?

Gerard wants Leila here. Am I right, Gerard, yeah?

I do, aye.

It's really fine. I can go.

Gerard wants her here because she's been good to him.

And he's one of our own.

So, anyone who has a problem can see me.

[soft music]

But you're the one who didn't trust her.

-Now, if that were true... -If?

Then I was wrong.

It only happens once in a blue moon, granted, but...

So, there's no reason

Leila can't make an honest man of me, then?

-Well... -Don't be jealous, boss.

You'll always be my number one girl.

I'm away for a drink.

Same again, my love.

Thanks for before.

I wasn't expecting you to come out with all of that.

But what I don't get is why?

Well, I was looking for the coroner's report on Brenda,

but...

-it was missing. -Was it?

-Hm. -Weird.

So I called them, had it sent over.

Okay, yeah, I got rid.

They wanted their secret buried with her.

It didn't seem fair that it wasn't.

Well, it looks like we agree on something, Leila.

And if everyone here gurning knew what you'd done

-for that wee couple. -But they never can, right?

-I promised him. -Yeah, but I know.

And I've got your back, okay?

I was just telling Finn,

I still reckon something queer went on at that farmhouse.

-Ma, keep your voice down. -I never heard the likes.

A nice old boy burying his wife

like some psychotic serial killer.

He buried her in her favourite spot.

-It was nice, in a way. -That's all right, then.

Don't waste your cash on a casket, son.

Just put me in a bin bag and put me out on a Monday

with the hedge clippings.

Right, drinks all round? Do you want another one?

Just for the record.

I thought you were spot on.

The way you dealt with all this.

= Oh, well, I...

If we'd left it to Finn and Marlene,

your man, Gerard, would probably have done himself in.

You're the best thing to happen to this place.

Any chance of a drink around here?

Here.

I was wondering, would you do me the honour?

You big eejit. Course I will.

Cheers.

-So, have we got a date? -That's the thing.

I swear, since I asked Nicole to marry me

she thinks she's joined the Kardashians.

Listen, you're going to have to tell her straight,

stick to a budget, or otherwise.

Well, let's just hope she's just day dreaming

-and this isn't her way of. -What?

Stalling it?

Plan a wedding we can't afford, we never have to do it.

-[phone ringing] -Oh, sorry, mate.

-I'm gonna have to take this. -That's all right. Go ahead.

[soft music]

Listen, I haven't had a chance to say this yet, but...

I shouldn't have been so hard on you, over Gerard.

That almost sounds like an apology.

Now, don't be getting carried away with yourself.

So, was that it?

You brought me outside... for this?

They've set a date for the trial.

It's gonna be in Nottingham Crown Court.

We should probably prepare for a backlash.

The gang are gonna have their people out in force

looking for you.

-I'm still safe here, though? -Yeah. Yeah, of course.

The threat level still shot up.

How do you feel?

About going back, giving evidence against them?

It's gonna take guts.

I knew the risks when I went undercover.

No use crying about it now.

[soft music]

[people laughing]

Where did you get to?

I thought you and me could hit the town.

-Oh, I'm not sure about that. -Oh, and...

I've got a surprise for you.

One of the boys from Belfast was in one of these,

and it went viral.

He's got, like, 200,000 followers now.

This is online?

-How? -I sent it in.

Cos you need celebrating, and we're lucky to have you here.

I'll call us a cab, yeah?

[dramatic music]

You seen a ghost?

Or did the cub show you his gym selfies?

My face is all over the internet.

Callum's just blown my cover.

[upbeat music]