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-Bridget.

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It's Barry.

Bridget?

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Ambulance, please.

I-I'm at the Fairy Ring, Ballymountain Road, Port Devine.

Yeah, I've got a woman on the ground here who's unconscious.

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-The paramedics reckon she was struck with something

heavy enough to cause a head wound.

-Any sign of a weapon? -Not that we can see.

-Might have been a robbery gone wrong.

-No. Her bag is still here with her phone and her purse.

-Well, just as well that I'd arranged to meet her.

Or she could have been lying there for hours.

-Why were you meeting?

-Oh, she's helping me with something.

-Are you okay to come down to the station with me,

Mr. Pettigrew, make a statement? -Sure, sure.

-I didn't have Barry down as the type.

-Type of what?

-The sort of person who goes to see a faith healer.

[ Gulls cry ]

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-I smell bacon.

Hello?

-Just in time.

I'll put some extra sausage and bacon on.

Those kids look like they need feeding up.

-Not for me, Nanny.

-Don't tell me you're still a vegan!

-[ Laughs ] -When did you get here?

-About five minutes ago.

Are you pair too old to give your grandmother a hug?

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-Come on in.

You can take a seat.

Um, Barry found Bridget O'Carolan unconscious.

So, Barry, you didn't see anyone on your way up to meet Bridget?

-Wait.

You were meeting Bridget? Doesn't she read the tarot?

That's funny, 'cause once you caught me with a deck,

told me they were Satan's playing cards

and grounded me for a month.

So, you won't let me get married in your church,

but paganism gets a pass? Right.

-Bridget is also a celebrant.

-Yeah, course she is.

And seeing as you can't get married --

-Or blessed.

In the church you raised me in.

-Indeed. And that's why Bridget is helping me

find an alternative venue for your wedding.

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Did you know that you can get married under the waterfall

up at St Cecilia's Point?

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-Crackin' meat-free sausages, Nanny!

-I got them at Mahon's on the way up from the bus stop.

-Thanks.

-I rang Finn's mobile earlier. He didn't pick up.

Is he screening my calls? -Of course not.

Well, his phone's off 'cause he's at court,

supporting Clint.

-Clint? -He's on remand.

-Remand! For what?

-Clint and his brother stole copper pipes

from some holiday homes,

to fund their country and western tour.

-How's Nicole coping?

-Oh, she's putting on a brave face.

-I better go and see her. Offer her my support.

Would you two wash up the dishes?

-Yeah, no worries. -Concepta, wait.

W-We need to talk.

-What about?

-Well, you haven't answered any of Finn's questions.

Starting with why your sister gave him up.

-All Finn needs to know is I'm his mother.

Always have been, always will be.

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-♪ Lady so lovely, lady so fine ♪

♪ My only true love, Nicole Devine ♪

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♪ All the other fellas, they just couldn't see ♪

-You heard what Finn said.

He's 99% sure that Clint will get bail.

-Finn doesn't know everything.

-He told me I'd get a suspended sentence for the ATM theft.

He was right about that.

-Well, it doesn't matter, anyway.

If my so-called husband does get out,

he'll have to find somewhere else to live.

Because he's not welcome here. [ Door closes ]

-Och, Nicole, my wee love!

I can't believe what's happened.

I came the moment I heard.

-Concepta? You're back.

-Just in time by the sounds of it.

Pour us a couple of coffees

and then you can tell me all about it.

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[ Siren wailing distantly ]

[ Elevator bell dings ]

-Thanks for last night.

-Yeah, it was fun, wasn't it?

-There's no reason why we can't do it all again this evening.

-Right, well, I'll see how I'm fixed.

-Emmy.

This is my colleague, Detective Constable Jo Lipton.

She'll be in charge of the investigation.

-It would be really helpful if we could ask some questions.

-Uh, Mum is still being treated.

-Well, actually, I was hoping that you could help.

What is it that you do, Emmy?

-I'm a doula. I guide and support women through labour.

-All right. And what about your mother?

-Mum mostly performs fertility rituals to help women conceive,

using Celtic massage techniques.

-Massage? -Oh, it's very effective.

Mum uses energy to heal and comfort all sorts of people

with all sorts of problems.

-Well, your mum seems like a very positive,

altruistic sort of person.

-She is.

-Can you think of any reason why someone would harm her?

-No.

-And you're sure she hasn't had any issues with anyone lately?

-Oh, Mum!

How are you?

-Feeling grand.

All this fuss over nothing.

-The police would like to ask you a few questions.

-You can ask, but you'd be wasting your time.

Whatever happened this morning,

I don't remember a thing about it.

[ Gulls crying ]

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-I always said those Dunwoodys were no good.

Your Clint was the exception, but it's no surprise to me that

that dead-beat brother of his has left him carrying the can.

-Well, no family's perfect.

-What do you mean by that?

-Word is you're not Finn's mother.

Word is your sister gave birth to him out of holy wedlock.

-Who told you that? -I did.

-Oh, son!

-What about ya, Ma?

-What happened? Where's Clint?

-I'm sorry.

-He didn't get bail?

-Turns out this magistrate

had dealt with a fair few Dunwoodys in her time.

Then there was the matter of the burglary

at Mrs. Charlton's house on the day of the funeral.

You never told me about that!

-Because Clint didn't do it.

Everybody knows that that was Sly!

-And Clint would never rat on his brother.

-Well, well, well, would you look what the cat dragged in?

-Charming! -To what do we owe the honour?

-Can we catch up properly later? I've gotta get back to work.

-Of course.

-Good to have you back.

-That's all I want, son,

to go back to the way things were before.

-Nicole?

I'm sorry about Clint.

-Why's he sorry about Clint?

I thought he was getting out on bail.

[ Door closes ]

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-There.

-That was the hospital.

They found flecks of blue paint in the wound on Bridget's head.

-From the weapon, presumably.

-There was nothing painted blue at the scene that I could see.

-Yeah, me neither.

-So, the assailant must have taken the weapon away with them.

-Hey! Any progress with Bridget O'Carolan's attacker?

-Not a lot. Bridget says she doesn't remember anything.

-Here, have you seen her socials?

To say that Bridget has made a few enemies

is an understatement. Look at this.

-Some of these are really nasty.

-Susan Miller is a very unhappy customer.

-Susan Miller? She's, like, 90-odd!

-Yeah, well, colourful language for a 90-year-old.

"Healing hands? Utter bleep! My back isn't mended,

it's bleeping worse than ever!"

-But it's highly unlikely that Susan assaulted Bridget.

I mean, she'd have some job getting up to that Fairy Ring

with her wee mobility scooter. -[ Chuckles ]

-You wonder why people would put their faith in Bridget, anyway.

I mean, is there any real proof these practises work?

-Well, her daughter Emmy's her proof.

-Yeah, didn't you notice the age gap?

Like, Bridget was in her 50s when she had Emmy.

Emmy is her "miracle baby."

-Celtic massage did that?

-Well, that's what she claims.

-That's why most of Bridget's clients

are women who want to get pregnant.

-Nobody in Port Devine heard of IVF?

-I think they tried conventional fertility treatments first.

-Yeah. Take it from me,

it can be a hard, often disappointing process.

These women are looking for a miracle

and apparently, Bridget can promise that.

So who can blame them?

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[ Gulls cry ]

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-Yeah, flat out on the ground she was.

-Poor Bridget. Thank goodness you found her.

-I didn't think you were a fan of all that pagan nonsense.

-I'm not. Doesn't mean I wish her any ill though.

And what were you doing way up at the Fairy Ring

first thing in the morning?

-Bridget's... she's helping me find an alternative venue

for Marlene's wedding.

-Marlene's getting married? To Ash?

-Well, of course, to Ash.

And why does she need an alternative venue?

-[ Sighs ]

Marlene has asked me to bless her marriage in my church.

-Just tell her you can't do it. It's against the rules.

-Yeah, it's --

It's not just...

the laws of the church.

See, look, I-I've accepted Marlene loves Ash.

And I'm delighted to see them together.

But holy matrimony?

That's meant to be between a man and a woman.

-And you said all that to Marlene?

-Of course I have.

-I imagine that didn't go down very well.

-She's barely talking to me.

-You old fool. -Yeah, you're one to talk.

And when were you gonna tell Finn who his father is?

And where he can find his real mother?

-Oh, so you know, do you?

-I've known for donkeys' years.

You're not as canny as you think you are.

-Finn's better off not knowing where Assumpta is.

-And his father?

-There's no way I can ever tell him.

I swore a promise to my sister.

On the Bible.

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-You and me, eh?

We're a right pair.

-[ Chuckles ]

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-Callum, can you speak to Mary McNamara and Ellie Turner?

I'll take Pam Nugent and Doreen White.

-On it. -Doreen White's just started

work at the medical centre with Siobhan.

I'm heading round there now. You want me to have a wee word?

-Yeah, if it's no trouble. -Okay.

-Here, these are some of Doreen's posts about Bridget.

[ Gulls cry ]

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-Inspector O'Hare,

I think Siobhan's on the phone to a patient.

-It's you I'd like a wee word with, actually, Doreen.

-Me? What about?

-"Bridget O'Carolan is a waste of time, money, and space."

The amount she charges is daylight robbery.

She took me for all I'm worth,

and she did it with a smile on her face."

-I was angry...

-Did you pay her for fertility treatments?

-Yes. But they didn't work.

I took out loans, really struggled to pay them back.

It drove a wedge between me and my husband.

He's in England now, with his new wife and their baby.

-I'm sorry to hear that.

-Bridget O'Carolan took advantage of me.

I wrote those reviews to stop other women falling for it.

Have I broken the law? Are you gonna arrest me?

-Bridget was seriously assaulted this morning.

-That's terrible, terrible news.

-You got anybody who can confirm your whereabouts until 9:00 AM?

-I got in about 8:00, opened up.

But I was on my own here until after 9:00.

You don't seriously think it was me that attacked Bridget?

They were just stupid comments.

-Trolling somebody like that can amount to a criminal offence.

-It won't happen again. I swear.

-Oh, Finn?

H-Have you got a minute?

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-You left your purse in the kitchen.

I thought you might need it. -Oh, thanks.

I didn't even notice.

So, um, have you seen Concepta yet?

-Yeah, briefly.

She wants things to go back to the way they were before.

-Oh. Before she told you she wasn't your birth mother

and ran away to a retreat house for weeks?

-Exactly.

-And, so, what, how are you feeling about that?

-Well, if I want Concepta in my life,

maybe I've just got to go along with it.

-Uh, what were you talking to Doreen about?

-Bridget O'Carolan was assaulted this morning.

She's in hospital with a serious head wound.

-And you think Doreen had something to do with it?

-Do you?

-Actually, yesterday there was an incident.

Bridget's daughter came in and they had a heated argument.

-What about? -I can't say.

Do you think it could be connected

to what happened to Bridget this morning?

-I think it's possible.

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-Hey!

How was your morning? -Boring.

I've been stuck on a cordon at the Fairy Ring

like a total dummy.

And then, I had to walk back.

-What, while everybody else did all the investigating?

-Exactly.

-Your time will come.

Have you heard the news?

-What news? -The moment my back is turned!

-What I was gonna say is that my gran is back. [Laughs]

-Since when have you been courting one of the Powers?

Which one are you again? -Ryan.

-I remember you from when you were wee.

A right cheeky article you were, too.

-I'm a police officer now. -I'd never have guessed.

Have you found who clocked Bridget O'Carolan over the head?

-We're working on it.

-Yeah, well, there'll be a lot of suspects.

That woman has rubbed a lot of people up the wrong way.

Anyway, I'm back in town, and I'll be keeping an eye on you.

So, you better make sure you treat this one right.

-Will do, Mrs. O'Hare.

[ Niamh chuckles ]

Please tell me you don't take after her.

-Haven't you heard? Turns out she's not my actual gran.

-That's a relief. See, I was worried I'd have to dump you.

-As if! You're so punching above your weight.

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-How much do you reckon Bridget charges for one of these?

-Too much.

-You wonder why people go in for this sort of nonsense?

-They're looking for answers

they haven't found anywhere else, I suppose.

-Oh, Inspector?

-Hey, I'm really sorry to hear about your mum.

Yeah, I'm just on my way to the hospital

with a few things for her. -Sure.

-Is there a reason why you and your mum

are so security conscious?

-Oh, th-the cameras?

They're not real. I had them installed as a deterrent.

Against what?

-Sometimes the odd dissatisfied customer turns up here.

Mum takes no notice, says I worry too much.

-We've had a look at your mum's socials.

I would say it's more than just the odd dissatisfied customer.

-Oh, you know how it is.

You know, nobody writes a good review.

-Have you had anybody at the door recently?

Uh...

No. No one.

-I heard you had an argument yesterday with Doreen White

at the medical centre. What was that about?

-Uh... the usual.

She paid my mum for some fertility treatments.

They didn't work.

Well, the thing is, my mum never makes any guarantees, so...

You don't think it was Doreen who attacked my mum? That's mad.

-We haven't identified any suspects as of yet.

-Look, I really should be getting to the hospital.

-Of course. Do not let us hold you up.

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So, what do you think?

-Well, she was definitely lying when she said no one had called.

-Yeah. That's what I thought.

-You want to knock on a few doors while we're here,

see what the neighbours say? -It's your investigation.

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-Emmy O'Carolan had a visitor this morning.

So, this was recorded at 0733 hours from a doorbell-cam

on the house next door to Bridget and Emmy's.

-Doreen?

-Yeah, so, she bangs on the door.

Emmy answers. And they have an argument.

-What's on the piece of paper?

-Clearly something they didn't want us to know about,

as both of them neglected to mention it.

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-Oh, uh, here, thanks for suggesting me for the job.

-We need the extra help now Clint isn't here.

-Yeah, how is Nicole coping?

-Welcome aboard, young man. Ooh, loving the tie, very smart.

Uh, is Taylor showing you the ropes?

-She certainly is.

I wanted to say, uh, I'm sorry to hear about Clint...

-Don't be sorry, Shay, love. I've had a narrow escape.

At least I didn't have a baby with that... criminal.

-Um, three skinny lattes please, Nicole.

-Oh! Coming up.

You must be desperate!

-Is that what people are saying about me? That I'm desperate?

What else are they calling me?

A prison widow? A gangster's moll?

-No! Of course not.

-Oh, why don't you just take a photograph? It'll last longer!

-Maybe I should take over here?

-I think maybe I could do with a -- a wee lie-down.

-Good idea.

-It was, um, three skinny lattes.

-Coming up.

You were asking how Nicole was coping.

Think you've got your answer.

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-Why could you not tell me

what Doreen and Emmy were arguing about?

-Well, I suspect it would breach patient confidentiality.

-Is it possible that Doreen could have access

to Emmy's medical records?

Siobhan, could she have seen them?

-Finn, I'm sorry, I can't answer that.

-Doreen White? -Yeah.

-I'm Detective Constable Jo Lipton.

We would like to have a word with you, please,

down at the station. -But I haven't done anything.

-Doreen, I'll assume you'd rather we didn't place

you under arrest.

-Then let's go then.

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Doreen, why did you go around

to the O'Carolans' house this morning?

-It wasn't me that assaulted Bridget.

-That's not what the Detective Constable asked you.

-On this video footage, we can clearly see

you waving a piece of paper at Emmy O'Carolan.

What was on it?

-No comment.

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-Listen, you might want to talk

to Doreen's manager at the medical centre.

-Oh? What about?

-Something Siobhan said. Or didn't say.

It might be useful to find out

if Doreen can access patients' medical records.

-You think that's what was on the piece of paper?

-And try and keep Siobhan's name out of it.

She was at pains to preserve patient confidentiality.

-Yeah. Of course.

[ Buzzer ]

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-Sorry for ringing you. We know you're busy.

-No, no. You did the right thing.

I should have called round earlier.

-Nicole's in her bedroom.

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[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

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-Nicole, come on, love.

Don't forget, I'm a police officer,

and if you don't open this door, I will break it down.

-You wouldn't dare.

-So...

I heard Clint didn't get bail.

-Serves him right.

-You don't mean that. -Don't I?

I feel so stupid.

-You're not --

-Do you know what I did the other day?

I went to see Bridget O'Carolan

about one of her Celtic fertility ceremonies.

One final attempt to give Clint a baby.

Oh, yes, I was prepared to run around a fairy ring,

waving herbs, in an attempt to conceive that man's child.

And what does he do?

He disgraces me.

Gets himself arrested in front of everyone.

How am I supposed to hold up my head up in this town?

-It doesn't matter what other people think.

It's how you feel about Clint that's important.

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-I love him.

I always have and I always will.

-Well, there you go then.

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-So, what am I supposed to do?

-Uh...

You get through this.

One way or another.

Starting by putting your face on

and getting back behind that bar.

Yes?

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-Marlene?

-Yeah?

-If I can get over what Clint has done,

can't you see that it's complicated for Barry?

Maybe he deserves a second chance, too.

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[ Gulls cry ]

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-Doreen, I spoke to your manager at the medical centre.

-Am I gonna lose my job?

-Why would you think that?

-Because I looked at patient files.

I'm not supposed to do that.

-Whose files did you access?

-Bridget O'Carolan's.

I found out there's no way she could be Emmy's mother.

-Is that what was on the piece of paper?

-Yes. I printed Bridget's record out.

She had a hysterectomy in 1998, years before Emmy was born.

The whole thing, her "miracle baby," it's a lie.

-Did you tell Emmy?

-I know I shouldn't have done.

-When? When did you tell her?

Was it yesterday during that argument you were having?

-Yes. But she didn't believe me. That's why I took the proof

round to their house this morning.

-And then what did you do?

You drove up to the Fairy Ring and assaulted Bridget?

-No! I got into my car and drove to work.

I got in at 8:00, like I told you.

I didn't assault Bridget. I didn't!

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-What do we know

of Emmy O'Carolan's movements this morning?

-Well, she dropped her mum off at the Fairy Ring first thing.

-And then she drove home.

-When Doreen showed up at her door with proof

Bridget wasn't her real mum.

-Emmy must have been angry.

-Angry enough to hit her over the head?

-Well, you don't know how you'd react, hearing that.

I mean, she's been lied to her whole life.

-There's something else.

Um, I was scrolling through the photos on Bridget's web site.

Every time she performs one of her ceremonies,

there's a distinctive stone.

It's painted blue. -Painted blue?

Like the paint found on Bridget's head wound?

-There were a load of those

for sale outside the O'Carolan place.

-There was no sign of a blue stone at the crime scene.

-Presumably the assailant took it with them, right?

-Yeah, but I was thinking there might be blue paint flecks

or debris on their clothing.

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[ Distant siren ]

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-I just spoke to a nurse.

Bridget discharged herself against doctor's orders.

Emmy took her out to the car.

-What?

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-Bridget. I didn't expect to see you out and about.

-Concepta. When did you get back?

-You look terrible. Why aren't you in hospital?

-Sorry, Mrs. O'Hare. We're in a bit of a rush.

-What's going on here?

-No offence, but... it's none of your business.

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[ Engine starts ]

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-Finn, it's your mother.

I've just seen Bridget and Emmy O'Carolan.

Something funny going on there.

[ Siren wails, tyres screech ]

-Look! There they are.

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-What's the problem? -Finn.

-Bridget, you okay?!

-Emmy, why did you take your mum out of hospital?

-I wanted to get her away, so she can rest and get better.

-I'm gonna call an ambulance. -Okay. Step out of the vehicle.

-Papa Delta One to Control...

-Emmy O'Carolan, I'm arresting you on suspicion

of grievous bodily harm with intent.

You do not have to say anything, but I must caution you,

if you do not mention when questioned,

something which you later rely on in court,

it may harm your defence.

Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

-Look, you're making a huge mistake.

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This is insane! As if I'd attack my mum. I love her.

-Emmy, we conducted a search on your house.

Located in the wash basket, we found a blouse,

and on the sleeve of that blouse

there were flecks of blue paint which are similar

to the ones found around Bridget's head wound.

In the same area of that blouse,

there were small spots

of which we believe is blood.

We've sent it away for analysis.

-Tell me, Emmy, will this blood and paint come back

as a positive match for Bridget's injury

and for the stone?

-I'm sorry.

-Yeah.

They will.

-Why don't you start by telling us what happened

when Doreen came round to your house this morning?

-She had this printout.

Mum's medical records.

It said that mum had had a hysterectomy

a couple of years before I was born.

-That must have been hard to read.

-Look, I never meant to hurt my mum.

I would never, ever, but...

When I got back to the Fairy Ring, I confronted her.

You know, she was acting like all the lies meant nothing.

Like, gaslighting me. Like, it drove me crazy.

It all happened so quickly.

She turned her back.

I grabbed the blue sacred stone and...

before I could even think, I...

-What did you do, Emmy?

-I struck her.

Across the head.

Next thing I know, she's just lying there...

-And then?

-I panicked.

Ran.

I got in my car and I drove away.

-And what did you do with the stone?

-I hid it in the false boot of my car.

In the spare wheel.

If you're conducting searches, you'll find it soon enough.

-And then what did you do, Emmy?

-Look, I wanted to come clean,

but when I saw Mum in the hospital,

she begged me not to.

She didn't want me getting in trouble,

and I didn't want her secret to come out.

It would ruin her.

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-This is all my fault.

When Emmy confronted me with the truth,

I handled it so badly.

I never meant to lie.

But when I arrived in Port Devine with a baby in tow,

people assumed she was mine.

I never corrected them.

The longer I left it, the harder it got.

-That's more than a bit disingenuous.

You not only let people believe you'd given birth to Emmy,

you told them she was your miracle.

-Emmy is my miracle!

I'd tried to adopt a child for ages, years.

I was ready to give up,

and then I decided to perform one last ceremony

as the sun came up.

The moment I got home, the phone rang.

It was the adoption agency. It was meant to be.

-But you say that you can help people conceive.

-Conceive i-in the wider sense.

Children come into your life in many different ways.

I believe, before we're born,

it's our spirit who decides who will parent us.

Sometimes it's biological, sometimes it's not.

You two were lucky.

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-Bridget's right, you know. You and I have both been lucky.

-I thought Barry was doing your head in at the moment.

-No, he is. But I need to sort that.

Life's too short. What about you and Concepta?

-She seems determined to pretend that nothing's changed.

-And you can't go along with that?

-Marlene, I know that she loves me.

But I am not gonna live a lie.

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-Jo, I was thinking...

D'you fancy coming over to my place later?

-Uh, I'd love to... but I've made other plans.

-You mean you're on a date with him?

-Look, Callum, me and you, we're casual. Remember?

-See that new detective?

-What, the hotshot down from Belfast?

-What's she doing in a one-horse town like Port Devine?

-Maybe she fancied a change of pace.

-A woman like that in a town like this?

She's up to something. You mark my words.

-Yes, kids!

-Tell me, Barry.

Is it true you're opposed to same-sex relationships?

-No! Of course not.

-That's not what we heard.

-People are saying you're not invited to Marlene's wedding

because you're an "old bigot."

-Oh, for goodness' sake!

-What you youngsters don't understand

is that our generation hold firm religious beliefs.

-Right.

Marlene, can I have a wee word?

-Actually, Barry, there's something I want to say to you.

All this business with the church blessing...

-It's happening.

-What?

-I've pulled a few strings, it's sorted.

You are getting your blessing in my church,

like the way you always wanted.

-What would I do without you?

Thank you.

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[ Gulls cry ]

-So, what, it was Emmy who attacked her mum?

-I can't confirm or deny that.

-Ach, you don't have to.

God, Emmy must have been so angry when she found out

her mum's been lying to her all these years.

-Must have been.

-It's close to home?

-A wee bit.

Come on.

-I'm delighted for you, babe.

How did you swing that?

-Ah, now, friends in high places.

[ Door opens ]

-There's my lad, now.

Well, Finn?

-Hey, Ma.

I can't do it.

I can't just pretend that nothing's changed.

-Let's not have this conversation here.

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[ Door opens ]

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It was worth a punt.

-What was?

-Coming back here.

Seeing if we could rewind to how things were

before you knew I wasn't your real mother.

-I'm sorry. -Don't be.

I knew it was a long shot.

So, I didn't bother unpacking my bag.

-I really don't want you to go.

-Look, Finn.

We've had decades of happiness being mother and son.

And that's why I can't stay in Port Devine,

living a second-rate version of that.

See, Finn, you need answers.

Answers that only Assumpta...

your real mother, can give you.

-Yeah.

So, what are you gonna do?

-I've been offered a job.

A live-in position as a cook and housekeeper

to a lovely old priest in Tyrone.

-Does it have to be like this, Ma?

I mean, is there nothing I can do to make you stay?

-You know me.

When I set my mind to something...

-Like mother, like son, eh?

[ Chuckles ]

Just... tell me this isn't good-bye.

-Of course it's not. It's au revoir.

And I insist you all come to visit me in Tyrone.

On a regular basis.

-You try and keep us away.

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-You'll always be my lovely lad.

-[ Sobs ]

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-You can look at that after I've gone.

-Okay.

I'm gonna miss you, Ma. -None of that mushy stuff.

I'll see you very soon.

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-Where's that impossible woman off to now?

-She couldn't stay, Barry.

-Oh, for goodness' sake!

-You okay, love?

What's that?

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-Assumpta's last-known address.

-What are you gonna do?

-I'm gonna go to America.

And I'm gonna find my mother.

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