03x01 - Episode 1

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"Dear Clint and Nicole...
I am gifting you my JJ.

"He's not too fond of soap

"but seems to have stopped
setting things on fire."

- You wanted a kid. Here I am.

- Do you want me
to go to prison?

- For once in your life,
Dad, do the right thing.

- I've got my g*n. Now, I'm
guessing you don't have yours.

- You going to sh**t me, Al?

- Course not.

- Where is he?!

- He's on that boat!

- What, and you didn't pursue?!
- He threatened to sh**t me!

- I'm not Finn's mother.

- What?!
- I brought him up,

but he wasn't my baby.

- ♪ ..Never felt so fine

♪ Never been this happy
in your whole damn life

♪ You never felt so good

♪ Yeah, we're turning
up cos this is how we do

♪ When you're holding me

♪ Yeah, it's guaranteed... ♪

LOUD BANG

MUSIC STOPS

g*nsh*t, SCREAMING

I'm Detective
Constable Jo Lipton.

- Anyone hurt?

No injuries?

OK, you just sit tight.
I'm going to call for help.

Yeah, this is DC Lipton.
I need urgent assistance.

- CHATTER AND LAUGHTER

- Let me see, let me see.

Ahhh...

- Don't put the cheese
on, until you've flipped.

- So close!

- Say "cheese".

ALL: - Cheese!

- A bungee jump with your ma?!
You're a better man than me.

- Tell me something
I don't know already.

Here! You haven't sponsored
me yet, it's been noted.

- You sure you're
up for this, son?

- Yeah? I've never looked forward
to anything more in my life, Ma.

- Me neither.

- Shall we?

- Good luck!

Whoo!

- Go on, you can do it!
Good luck, Concepta!

- Oh, my goodness.

- OVER RADIO: Papa Delta Eight
Two. Urgent assistance required.

- Sarge, we got to go. Come on.

- Don't look down.

Don't look down, Ma.

- No, I can't watch.

- Aye, do you think that
thing's ever going to snap?!

- Shut up, stupid.

- OK. - All right, Ma.
- Ready?

- Where are THEY going?
They're going to miss it!

- Never mind about them! Just
remember, if anything happens,

I did my best for you, son.

- All right, Ma. Ready?

- BOTH: Three, two, one...

CHEERING

- Go on, the Concept!

- A flying Concept.

- Detective Constable Jo Lipton.

- Police Constable
Callum McCarthy.

Welcome to your new
job in Port Devine.

It's not usually this lively.

- Lively's good.

- Sergeant Marlene Pettigrew.

- I'm looking forward to
working with you both.

Callum, was it?

Sorry - only had an eyeliner.

- I'll call it in.

- I bet you weren't expecting

to stumble across a prison break
on your way to your new job?

- Who was the prisoner?

- Er, Maura Hughes, 33.

Born and bred here.

In jail for murdering a farmer,
Sam Dolan, 15 years ago.

- So where were they taking her?

- Just a routine
hospital appointment.

I spoke to the prison officers

and they said the road
was blocked by this tree.

And when they got
out to shift it,

your masked man
pulled up behind them,

shot out a few tyres and then
handcuffed the officers to the van.

We found these.

- Yeah, I thought that
was a shotgun I heard.

- The weird thing being...

Maura Hughes is getting
released in eight months,

after serving 15 years,
so, why break out now?

It makes absolutely no sense.

- The Range Rover that
passed you is registered

to Paul and Mary Chambers.

- Well, they're on their jollies,
cruising round the Canaries.

- How would Control
Room know that?

- They don't, but I was
sat next to Mary last week

when she was getting
her highlights done.

- It's a small place. You
can't so much as sneeze.

- I best behave myself, then.

- GULLS CRY

- Yay!

- Congratulations!

Oh, I was worried something
terrible was going to happen.

- What, and you couldn't live without me?
- I guess not.

- So does this mean we're
getting back together, then?

- Finn, not now.

- Well, fair play to you, woman,
you didn't even break a sweat.

- I've had scarier trips
to the chiropodist's!

- Er, Marlene and Callum
sent their apologies.

Something urgent.

- Well, I suppose I better
go and see what it was.

Listen, what's the holdup?

Can I not just move back
in? We can be together.

- You're coming home?

- Mind your business, Big Ears.
- Mum?

- I am not having this
conversation here.

Now, go on, the lot of yous.

And don't give me THAT look.

I want Finn home as
much as the kids do.

I love him.

- Well, that's great.

- But I won't have him back

when I'm hiding your secret -

knowing you're not his mother.

I can't even look
him in the eye.

- Inspector Finn O'Hare.
- Detective Constable Jo Lipton.

- Excuse the get-up.

I've, er, I've just been
doing a charity bungee jump.

- Good for you. Marlene said
you'd be able to fill us in

on this escaped
prisoner, Maura Hughes.

- Yeah, er, I didn't work the
case, but I do remember it.

Late one night,
Maura phoned 999,

told the operator that
she'd just k*lled Sam Dolan.

- How?

- Hit him over the
back of the head.

- Do we know why?

- She was working on his farm,

said he'd trumped up some
reason not to pay her.

- Like, I know you shouldn't
speak ill of the dead but,

Sam Dolan was a horrible man.

Like, I remember when
I was a wee nipper,

you wouldn't dare go near his place.
- OK, thanks, bye.

That was Paul Chambers.

So, the fob for the Range Rover
is kept in a kitchen drawer.

Two people have
keys to the house.

- And who are they?
- The cleaner, Joyce.

But she's away to
Dunfanaghy for a fortnight.

And the other person is the
gardener, Michael McVeigh.

- Ah...

- What's the big deal
with Michael McVeigh?

- He's married to Maura
Hughes's sister, Diana.

- And also has a
registered firearm.

A shotgun.

CHEERING

- Those burgers smell amazing.

- Help yourself.


- Mum found a pony's tooth in
a burger once. It was cool.

The supermarket gave us a
free trolley full of food.

- Or maybe I fancy candyfloss.

- The whole point of
today is to raise funds

and to get publicity
for the museum.

Now, there may be people,
like yourself, who have

loads of heirlooms who may want
to donate them to the museum...

- I can't put them in a
museum, Barry, they're antique.

- Yes, but then, you see, the
whole town could appreciate them.

- Well, I suppose you could do
like a whole Devine family section,

given that the town
is named after us.

- Sorry to interrupt but, Diana,

we need a word.
- Sounds ominous!

- It's about your sister...

- What about her? Tell me.

- Someone broke her out of
the prison van this morning.

- She's escaped?

- There's been a prison
break? Where? Round here?

- Yeah, Ballymountain Road. But
there's nothing to worry about.

- Grand. There's a
m*rder*r on the loose,

but there's nothing
to worry about!

- Can we talk? Somewhere else.

- I haven't seen Maura
in years, you know.

- Yeah, sure.

- I remember!

Maura k*lled that
horrible farmer.

He used to set his dogs on kids who
went too close to his apple tree.

- Maura was great craic.

- Was she now?!

- Great craic? She k*lled a man!

- She hit him over the head a
wee bit too hard, that's all...

- Once a k*ller, always a k*ller.
I'm going to talk to Finn,

make absolutely sure this
situation is under control.

- Finn'll love that.

- You've put a known arsonist
in charge of a flaming barbecue?

- Concepta!
- But I haven't started a fire for ages.

- Leopards don't
change their spots.

- Honest, Auntie Nicole. I
don't do that stuff any more.

- We know you don't, JJ.
Don't we, Uncle Clint?

- Of course we do. Now, flip
that one before it gets cremated.

- You three.

You know what you look like?

- What?

- A family.

- CHEERING

- Barry.

Have you seen Michael McVeigh?

- Well, he's been
here off and on.

Who's this young lady?

- Detective Constable Jo Lipton, meet
former Inspector Barry Pettigrew.

- You recently retired?
- Oh, no.

I've been out of the business
for a brave few years,

but full marks for flattery!
Welcome to Port Devine.

What do you want with Michael?

- That murdering sister-in-law of his
has done a bunk from a prison van.

- Where did you hear that?

- PHONE RINGS

- Michael McVeigh.

Yeah, Michael. Thanks
for getting back to me.

Yeah, it IS urgent.

Great, see you there.

OK, look, we've got search teams and
a helicopter looking for Maura Hughes.

We will find her. In the
meantime, what I don't need is

you whipping people into
a panic. All right, Ma?!

Come on!

- Well, that's YOU told!

Here.

What's wrong?

- Am I a terrible person?

- No. Of course not.

- I know I drive him up
the wall sometimes but...

- Finn loves you.

And nothing you could say
or do will change that.

- Of course Maura hasn't
been in contact with me.

- When did you last
see your sister?

- 15 years ago.

On the day she was sentenced.

Maura's always been trouble.

From the day she was born.

- So you're saying it's my fault that
Finn can't go home to his family?

- I didn't say THAT.

But it's true.

- You couldn't just
pretend you didn't know?

- That you're not
Finn's birth mother?

Concepta, you may be comfortable
lying to Finn but I'm not.

And before you start, yes, I
have lied to my husband before.

And look where that got me.

- Where were you between
eight and ten, Michael?

- Between eight and
ten this morning?

I was setting up the
tombola. Ask Barry.

- When was the
last time you were

at Paul and Mary
Chambers' place, Michael?

- About a couple of weeks ago.

I look after their garden.

- You got a key to the house?

- Yeah.

- Have you ever driven
the Chambers' Range Rover?

- No. Why would I?

Was it used in the prison break?

- Would you happen to know where
Paul and Mary kept the key fob

for the Range Rover?
- No.

Hang on a minute.

You think I used this key
to get into their house,

then nicked their car?

First of all, the Chambers
leave a key under the plant pot,

so anyone could
have got in. Second,

me and Diana, we have
no contact with Maura.

What she did, all those years
ago, it broke Diana's heart.

- Were you and Diana seeing each other
at the time Sam Dolan was k*lled?

- We started going
out at school.

Whoever helped Maura this
morning, it wasn't us.

We want nothing to do with her.

- I heard that you had a
registered shotgun, Michael.

Can you tell me where it is?

- Of course.

It's being repaired.

Conall O'Gorman's
place on Ship Street.

- That retired police officer...

- Er, Uncle Barry?
- Yeah.

He said that Michael McVeigh
was at the stall on and off.

- That's hard to prove
one way or another,

so we can't rule him out.
- Hmm.

Callum, can you talk
to Conall O'Gorman,

just confirm Michael McVeigh's shotgun's in for repair?
- Yeah.

On it.

- Hello.
- Hey!

What's up?
- Finn, I-I need you to come with me.

- I'm kind of busy.

- It's important.
- We can spare you, Inspector,

if you need to get away.

- Are the kids OK?
- They're fine.

Only take a half an
hour tops, that's all.

- Can you call me
if you need me?

- So, er, Finn was best
mates with my predecessor?

- Mm-hm.

Yeah, they went back a long way.

- And he had no idea that
this Al was a wrong 'un?

- Not a clue.

- But it was Callum here
who worked it all out.

- I'm impressed.

I mean, I heard it was your
computer that he accessed.

How did he manage that?

- Well, I left my password
where he could find it.

I ended up getting arrested.

- Yeah, but that's all
behind you now, Cub.

- And Professional
Standards think I'm a clown.

- You trusted someone
- they took advantage.

You're human. Don't
beat yourself up.

- Hmm.

- There you are. I need
you to change a barrel.

- I think I just
seen Maura Hughes.

- You think?
- No, it was definitely her.

- Well, what are
you waiting for?

She's an escaped m*rder*r!
You need to call the police!

- FRONT DOOR OPENS

DOOR CLOSES

- Ma, what's this about?

- Sit down, son.

- You're not ill, are you, Ma?
- No.

I'm not your ma.

I mean... I'm not your mother.

- What?

- Well, I am.

But I didn't give birth to you.

My sister did.

Your Aunt Assumpta.

I know it's a bit
of a surprise...

..but it doesn't change a thing,

so there's no need
for histrionics.

- Finn?

Are you OK?

- There, I did it.

So you can put your
marriage back together.

And you better get
it right this time.

- You knew?

- This is our new colleague, Detective Constable Jo Lipton.
- Hi.

- Clint Dunwoody.

Devine-Dunwoody.

- And I'm his wife, Nicole.

- Are you sure it
was Maura you saw?

- Oh, yes. Me and
her used to hang out.

Her... photo's all
over social media.

It was definitely her.
- And how did she seem? Was she armed?

- I didn't see a
g*n. She seemed...

- That was Taylor. She thinks
Maura's at the fundraiser!

- What the hell's she doing
there?! Come on, let's go!

- Finn, as soon as I knew,

I couldn't look at you
without wanting to tell you.

But... but it wasn't my place.

- I've never even
met Aunt Assumpta.

- PHONE RINGS

- So, what - she
just didn't want me?

- She was a wild child.

We both thought that you'd
be better off with me.

- But, then, why lie?
All of this time?

- That was what
my sister wanted.

- So Gus isn't my da?

That's why he didn't want me!
- I'm sorry.

Although that's not such
a bad thing, either.

- So who is?

- PHONE RINGS

- Concepta? He has
a right to know.

- I don't see why it matters.

You did fine all this time
without a father figure -

why do you want one now?
- It matters to ME!

- Knowing Assumpta, it was probably
some fella she met out in America.

- PHONE RINGS

- Marlene. Yup.

- We've located Maura Hughes,
she's at the fundraiser.

- OK, I'll be right there.

Right, I have to go. But I think you
know more than you're letting on,

and when I come back, I want proper
answers. I want the truth this time.

- Excuse me... Excuse me!

- Is that Maura up there?
- What on earth is she trying to do?

- She must really like
exhilarating adventure sports

to risk getting seen.
- Or she's creating a diversion.

- From what?

- Just step back sir, thank you.
- Keep going! Keep going.

Thank you.
- Just step back out the way, thank you.

- You just keep your hands
where I can see them, Maura.

- I'm not armed, if that's
what you're thinking.

You can search me.

- No! Stop!
- Stop! Police!

- Get out of the way! Stop!

- Ugh!

- Diana!

- Maura Hughes, I'm arresting
you for escaping police custody.

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.

If you do say anything, it
may be given in evidence.

- Why's she done it, Siobhan?

She only had eight months
left. She was so close.

- What the...?

Hello?

Now, if you're in here,

I'm obliged to inform you,

I'm an ex-Police Inspector!

- You're Clint's nephew, right?

- Yeah.
- His van's blocking my car,

and can you ask him to move it?
- OK.

- CHATTER, LAUGHTER

We're up next.
- Does Auntie Nicole know? - No.

- It's going to be lit!

- What do you two
not want me to know?

- BOTH: Nothing.

- Hm.

- Maura doesn't seem very
bothered that we've caught her.

- It's almost like that's
what she was aiming for.

- Yeah, but why?

- Conall O'Gorman. He HAS got
Michael McVeigh's shotgun.

But Michael didn't drop
it off till 11 today.

- Long after the prison break.

- So you think Michael's the
masked man in the Range Rover?

- I can't think of a better reason
why he would lie about the g*n.

- And Maura Hughes
did a bungee jump?!

- Yup.
- I can't believe I wasn't there for that.

- Right, so, the Museum's
been robbed - what's missing?

- No, I mean, the only
thing I can't find is, um,

like an antique smoothing iron.

Yeah, it's 100 years old.

It wouldn't be worth very much.

- And where is this
CCTV from, then?

- Oh, yeah, I just got
it in from next door.

- That's Maura Hughes!

- Why would Maura Hughes
want to break in here?

- And only steal an old iron?

- ♪ You're my Mountains
of Mourne My Islandmagee

♪ My own Giant's Causeway
My sweet Tandragee

♪ Lady so lovely, lady so fine

♪ You're my only true
love, Nicole Devine. ♪

- A song...?! Just for me?!

- Me and Uncle Clint wrote it.

Well, I helped with
some of the words.

- That makes a lot of sense!

- They were rehearsing
all day yesterday,

while you were out shopping.
- I LOVE it!

- ♪ You're my very own
Lurgan My dear Portadown

♪ I'll love you from
Cloghy to old Fivemiletown

♪ Lady so lovely, lady so fine

♪ You're my only true
love, Nicole Devine. ♪

- I thought you were getting
your uncle's van keys?

- Ah, sorry. I forgot.

- Well, get them now.
- Sssh!

- I can't. They're
in his pocket.

He's got ages to go yet.

- Ages?

- THEY CHUCKLE

- Shall we?

- Mr McVeigh?

We're going to search your car as a
result of an ongoing investigation

for prohibited items,

under Article 3 of the
Police Criminal Evidence Act.

- What?!

- Would you mind popping the boot
of your car open for us, please?

- Taking this wee gem to the
Antiques Roadshow, were you, aye?

- Callum, are these cartridges similar
to the ones found at the scene?

- Same size. Same colour.

- What have you got yourself
mixed up in, Michael?

- Michael McVeigh,
I'm arresting you

on suspicion of helping a
prisoner escape lawful custody.

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.

If you do say anything, it
may be given in evidence.

- DOOR BUZZES

- Any joy?
- Both sticking to "no comment".

- Why would Michael break Maura out of
jail so she could steal an old iron?

- Because it's
the m*rder weapon.

I checked the original postmortem
report from the case files.

The pathologist found traces of
iron in the victim's head wound.

So, the question isn't,
why the iron, it's

why does Michael McVeigh care?

Fancy a quick bit of role play?

- When don't I?

- So, sorry, who am I again?
- You're Maura.

You've just broken in and now you're
in the living room of the farmhouse

looking for your wages or whatever.
Sam Dolan is in that doorway there,

he's pointing a g*n straight
at you, threatening to sh**t.

- YELLS: - Stand still
or I'm going to sh**t!

- Yeah, that's, that's
really good, but...

..you're over here.
- Yeah.

- All right?
- That's great.

- IN GRUFF VOICE: - What are you doing
in my house? I'm going to sh**t you.

- You don't have to go all
Liam Neeson on me, OK?!

This is purely logistics.
- Yeah.

- So, you see, the wound that
was on the back of Dolan's skull.

So Maura would have had to
be standing right behind him,

not opposite him.
- Or...

It was somebody else that hit him over the back of the head.
- Yeah.

- Michael McVeigh?

- I can't think
of a better reason

why he would help Maura
dispose of a m*rder weapon.

- Nice...

- So, you don't know how the
antique iron got into your car?

- That's what I said.

- See, I can't help
but think, Michael,

if we send that away to be tested,
we'll prove that it was the weapon

used to k*ll Sam Dolan and that
we'll find your DNA on it too.

- You think I
k*lled that farmer?

- Well, why else would you
have done what you did today?

- I wasn't even questioned
about that m*rder at the time.

- Well, I'm asking you now.

- Do you know why?

Cos I was in Scotland
the night Sam Dolan died.

Check it out.

- I'm sorry you didn't win, hon.

That judge needs
pushing off a cliff.

But you'll always
be top of my charts.

- Number one? Mm.

Thanks, babe.

- Well, have you heard
anything from Finn?

- No.

- Still, erm,

must feel good getting
it off your chest.

- It wasn't on my chest.

And it was fine
just where it was.

- Well, I appreciate
your honesty.

And he will too in time.

You've done a brave thing.

- Given I had no choice...

..I can hardly claim
to be brave now, can I?

And the worst is still to come.

The questions...

- About his mum and dad?

- Ah, look at poor Diana...

She's really going through
it today, God love her.

- Michael's telling the truth.

The night of the m*rder,
he was in Edinburgh,

onstage playing Algernon
in an amateur production

of The Importance
Of Being Earnest.

Whatever that is.

- What about his girlfriend?

- Diana? I don't think she
went in for the am dram.

- Was she with him?

- Doesn't say.

- Why do you ask?

- Because sisterly
bonds are very strong.

So, who knows what one would
do to protect the other, right?

- Mm-hm.

- You don't have
to look after me.

- You're doing me a favour.

I'm in no rush to be on
my own, believe you, me.

What's that saying, "no
good deed goes unpunished".

So, is it true? The police were
out there searching Michael's car?

Did they find anything?

- I've no idea.

Really.

- You don't think that
awful sister of yours

was trying to pin something
on you two, do you?

- Maura's not like that.

- After 14 years in
that den of iniquity,

who knows what she's like?

- I know she loves me.

She's kind.

Braver than I could
even dream about being.

Might not fit with what
you think you know.

- Oh, I get it.

I've got a wayward
sister of me own,

and I won't have a bad
word said against her.

- Sisters have a special bond.

- Yeah.

Assumpta can be a wee swine
when the mood takes her,

but she'll never
break a promise.

And I'd still go to the
ends of the earth for her.

- You don't have to say it.

I know.

- Almost like you've
been expecting us.

- Always.

- What's she supposed
to have done?

- That night...

..15 years ago...

..Maura was so upset...

..going on and on that
Sam Dolan wouldn't pay her

for the work she'd done.

I grabbed her, said, "Right,
we're going up there, now!"

Force him to...
hand over the cash.

- And when you got to the farm?

- It was me that
caused all the trouble.

I was shouting at
Dolan, winding him up.

- Then what?

- He pulled his g*n and fired.

- How many shots?

- Just one.

- I was so scared.

I thought...

..if he fires that g*n again,
he's gonna k*ll my sister.

So, I picked up the first
thing I could find...

..and hit him over the
back of the head with it.

- And what object
would that be, then?

- You already know.

I hit him... with the iron.

And you have no idea how good it
feels to finally tell someone.

- My sister saved my life.

If Diana hadn't have k*lled
Dolan, he would have k*lled me.

I know that.

- And what happened next?

- Diana had everything
going for her,

she was our parents' favourite.

Going to university,
engaged to Michael.

Then there was me.

What were my prospects?

So, I made a decision.

I yelled at Diana, told
her to get out, go home.

She was in shock.

Didn't need telling twice.

- And Diana left you there?

- Yes.

Just me...

..oh, and him.

And the iron.

I couldn't risk it being tested

in case it proved that
Diana had k*lled Dolan.

- So, you took it to the museum?

- Well, I'd heard about
"hiding things in plain sight".

And I knew how to
get into the museum

because my mum was
a volunteer there.

So, I broke into the museum,

stuck it on a shelf
and legged it.

Then I found a
phone-box, dialled 999.

Told them that I
had k*lled a man.

- What was today all about?

Why break out of prison
and steal the iron?

- That's all down
to your Uncle Barry.

- REPORTER: - We spoke
to Barry Pettigrew,

who has recently taken over the
running of Port Devine Museum.

- Yes, you see, each and every one of
these exhibits has a story to tell.

And as an ex-police officer,

I'm determined to
leave no stone unturned

in investigating these stories.

- So, Maura saw
this and panicked.

- She rang Michael last night.

Begged him to break her out.

For Diana's sake.
- What a mess!

- PHONE RINGS

- I've gotta take this.

- So, we can charge
all three of them.

- Quite a result.
- Hmm.

- Before we charge them,

Maura is very, very
keen to see her sister.

- Is that not against the rules?

- We sometimes do things
differently in Port Devine.

- Diana!

Diana, I am so sorry.

- Why are you sorry?

You gave up 15 years
of your life for me.

- And now I've
screwed it all up.

- Since you went to jail, I haven't
had a single night of proper sleep.

I think what you've done today
will finally set me free.

- Hi. There you are.

So, I, er, I was talking
to my mate in Belfast.

And she was telling me that
a witness has come forward.

A-a fisherman who saw
Al pull his g*n on you.

- Yeah.

I had the Chief Super
on the phone earlier,

telling me I'm in the clear.

- I'm really sorry, Finn.

I'm sorry I doubted you.

- Listen, Marlene, Al
was my friend so...

..I might not have let him
go, but I did hesitate.

- Oh, sure.

We're only human, right?

- As long as we're still pals.

- I don't know.

Nah, I'm afraid your
stuck with me, mate.

So, a few of us are
going to introduce Jo

to the delights of The Commodore.
- Nice. - Mm.

Do you fancy it?

- I'll come down later.

I've got something I need
to take care of first.

- OK.

- THEY LAUGH

- That song did the
trick then, Clint?

- Oh, now, Taylor, don't
be getting embarrassed.

You're like a member of the family
now that you're living with us.

- Thanks again for taking me in.

- Oh, we love having you here.

- MUSIC PLAYS

Where is that coming from?

- I recorded the whole thing.

- You clever boy!

- And I've uploaded it...

- Where to?

- Social media.

You've got 5,000 likes.

You're going viral.
- Fame at last.

- I wish you'd have
checked with me first.

I'm... a wee bit pitchy on
some of them high notes.

- Email it to me. I'm gonna
send it to all of my friends.

- Before you do that, will you give
us a hand setting up for tonight?

- Oh, OK.

- So, where's the Inspector?

- He had to nip home.

Well, not "home" home.

He's living at his ma's.

- What, he doesn't
live with his wife?

- I probably shouldn't
say too much.

- No. I suppose not.

- But you know Al who
was here before you?

Siobhan and Al, they were...

- No, they weren't?
- Yeah.

His missus and his best mate.

- You know, for a straight lad, you
are a terrible wee gossip, Callum.

- Wait, you're straight?

- Erm, yeah.

- What's going on there?

- Is that smoke?

- The pub's on fire!

- Everybody back! Come on!

- Over this way.

- Someone's coming out!

Come on! Come on!

- Oh! I thought I'd lost you!

- JJ's a hero!
- You OK, wee love?

- I don't know what
I would have done.

- Everything's burning.

My heirlooms!

- Do we know if
anyone's still inside?

- I think everyone's out.

- A fire like this,
how does it even start?

- That's a question for
the fire investigators.

But don't you worry,

they'll soon find out how
a blaze like this started.

Hi.

- Finn.

I'm sorry...

..But she's gone.

- What do you mean?
She's gone where?

"I need some time.

"Don't look for me."

What's that supposed to mean?

- It means, rather than
answer your questions,

Concepta's done a runner.