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SIREN

Ryan. Yep.

Get the first aid kit.

Mr McEntee, what's happened?

I've been shot.

OK. The ambulance is...is minutes away.

Where... Where did they hit you?

In my side.

Do you know who did this to you? SIRENS WAIL

Not a clue.

It all happened so f-fast.

Yep. That's the ambulance there 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 pel-shot air rifle.

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

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

No. Not that I can think of.

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.

Oh, 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.

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

Has he had an accident?

No, this is going to sound more alarming than it actually is,

but he's been shot.

I... I don't ...

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?

You can see Bill for yourself.

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

Oh, that's OK. Sure, 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 Devine-Dunwoody, 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!

WHISPERING: Seamie, you're in a hospital! Sorry, I'm sorry.

Oh, it's you.

Nicole!

I'm so sorry.

For the crash. F-For leaving you.

I did come back to see if you were OK.

I don't know if they told you that?

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?

Fill your boots.

SOFTLY: 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.

Just helping Nicole.

I'm just here working.

A fella got shot.

Did he die?

No. 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? DOOR OPENS

There's your sergeant now.

I'll leave you to it.

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.

PHONE RINGS

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.

SOFTLY: 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 that was 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... 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?

Ha! That's crazy.

I'm afraid it's not a suggestion.

It's a fact.

If I could have that key?

Thanks.

DOORBELL RINGS

BANGING ON DOOR

Hello?

Police.

Oh, ha!

Ryan! Hello, Rachel.

I didn't think anyone was at home.

I'm revising for exams.

Have you seen Bill?

Yeah. 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 back.

Great.

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, no. Don't touch it again, Rachel.

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

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

CAMERA CLICKS

I heard you were planning to move back 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.

CAMERA CLICKS

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?

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?

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 whisky, does Bill.

What time did they leave?

Rachel left first.

Eh, 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, erm, what were they saying about the Devine Hoard?

Just that Rachel's mum had found it.

Not that I was earwigging, you understand.

Mm.

What's this all about?

Right, well, you're going to hear sooner or later.

Erm, 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. 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.

Well, why don't we just go the whole hog and call him The Rock?

Do you know, that's not bad. SHE GASPS

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.

Well, 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?

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

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?

Er, 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.

Right, well, 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.

CAMERA CLICKS

CAMERA CLICKS

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?

Er, 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!

Urgh! What are these?

The rugby team were in a couple of nights ago.

Things got a bit mad.

Clint had to throw them out. Oh!

What do you want me to do with these?

Oh, no!

What? Oh, Barry gave me these just before he died.

I was 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?

Erm...

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 that 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.

Well, 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!

Look, Mrs Mullan, we're very keen to speak to Rachel,

but she's not answering her phone. Would you mind giving her a call?

OK.

LINE RINGS

VOICEMAIL: Please leave your message after the tone.

BEEP 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, Mrs Mullan, if you know anything, we urge you to tell us now.

The longer this goes on, the more trouble your daughter will be in.

WOMAN CLEARS HER THROAT

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?

SHE SCOFFS

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, erm...

..that's a lovely idea, Sarge.

I just, erm, I can't see Nicole going for it.

Hm.

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.

GIGGLING Why did you do that?

Kids! Hey.

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

Ohhh, 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'd 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 going to 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? Mm-hm.

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, though,

and 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. Never married.

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

Aye, right. CHUCKLING

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 teenaged 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'm 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. Aye, I couldn't agree more.

So what are we going to 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! 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 wee 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.

Shh, shh.

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

Oh, darling, I know.

Oh, wee Barry!

You three really are the best, you know that?

Hey, 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 me 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. Well, 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.

I like you, and I hope you like me.

If things had have been different, if I had have 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, of course.

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.

Cos 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.

HE CHUCKLES

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.

So what's Brandi really called, then?

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

Sh-sh-sh-shhh.

Sh-sh-sh.

How's he doing?

He's perfect.

He's a wee angel.

Sh-sh-sh-sh.

I heard he's going to be called Barry.

Yeah.

You never met my Uncle Barry, did you? No.

But I heard a lot about him. Oh, he was, erm, 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.

Erm, 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, hope you don't mind.

What happened to her, this Shelley?

Erm...

Well, erm...

..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.

Erm, 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 going to spoil you rotten, wee man, yes, I am!

Yes, I am.

Yeah, we'll be like family.

I'll do anything for you.

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

BARRY CRIES

Oh, I think he needs a feed.

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

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

OK, are you sure? Yeah. OK. Good.

BARRY CRIES

What's wrong with Seamie's face?

His wife has given him the bum's rush.

THEY GIGGLE

OK...

PHONE RINGS

I've got to 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 going to 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.

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