03x03 - Episode 3

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POLICE SIREN WAILS

Right, let's wake this fella up.

- Right, I'm going around the back.

- WHISPERS: Make sure you hit the lock
dead on, OK.

Go.

- Police! Stand clear of the door!

- Police!
- Police!

- He's not down here. I'll check
upstairs.

Oi! Stop!

Oh!

SHE SHOUTS: Ryan, go!

Go, go, go, go, go!

- Ray Evans, stay where you are!

Police!

Stand up!
- OK!
- Ray Evans...

- Got him?
- Aye.

I'm arresting you on suspicion of
employee theft of £10,000...

- What?
- ..from the Eastern Bank in
Ballymountain.

You don't have to say anything, but I
must caution you, if you do

not mention when questioned something
which you

later rely on in court...

- Hah!

Looks like our Ray's a gambler.
- Mm-hm.

If you were hiding ten grand, where
would you put it?

- Nowhere too obvious?
- Mm-hm.

This fridge has been dragged out a
fair few times.

Give me a hand?

Bingo.

- Why would you hide an empty bag?

- I've been talking to your boss at
the bank.

And we understand it's your job to
incinerate the damaged banknotes.

You been taking them home instead,
Ray?

- No comment.

- We spoke to a witness who saw you
leaving the bank

where you work yesterday evening.

According to this witness, you were
carrying a bag very like this one.

- What if I was?

- We found this bag hidden behind your
fridge.

- Where's the cash, Ray?

- What do you mean?

- When we found the bag, it was empty.

- £10,000 that you were supposed to be
burning yesterday.

So where is it?

- Don't know what you're talking
about.

- SEAGULLS CRY

- I heard you go out late last night.

What happened?

- A child with epilepsy had a seizure.

- Child going to be OK?
- I hope so.

She has surgery in the States next
week.

- Right, is this thing going to take
much longer?

- Well, we are here.

- THEY LAUGH

- HE CHUCKLES

- Thanks.

- Look, look, I know what you're
thinking.

How come Shay got a car...

..and I get a bike?

- Well, yes, to be honest.

- Wait, were you expecting a car as
well?

- I did pass my test.

- Just as well we bought you one then,
isn't it?

What?

- You were properly scundered!

- Oh, wow! Which one is it?

- SHE LAUGHS HAPPILY

- Thanks.

Love you.
- Love you too.

- Come on, big brother. You can be my
first passenger.

- Oh, pray for me!
- See you later!

- Take it easy.
- Bye.

Have you heard from Concepta?

- I left a message but she hasn't got
back.

- She'll be here.

There's no way she'd miss her
granddaughter's 18th.

CAR HORN HOOTS

EXASPERATED GROAN

- We just need another pair of hands.

Oh! Thank you.

Is that Lauren Brady?

- Hello, Nicole.
- Hey.

How long has it been?

- Nearly 20 years.

- Well, does Marlene know you're back?

- Erm, I haven't seen her. Why?

- Well, what about your dad? Did you,
erm, did you kiss and make up?

- Oh, yeah, ages ago.

Ever since I had the baby.
- Baby?

- I have to get a prescription filled.

Whatever happened to McGinty's
Chemists?

- Oh, that's closed years since.

You'll have to go to O'Hanlon's, it's
just up the street.
- Thanks.

- Oh, erm, why don't you come to the
grand reopening tonight?

Everybody will be delighted to see
you.

- Maybe. If I can get a sitter.

- Who's that?

- That's Lauren Brady.

Her and Marlene used to be thick as
thieves.

But they parted on very bad terms.
- How come?

I'm sorry.

I promised Marlene. My lips are
sealed.

- Who's the hunk in the vest?
- Ray Evans.

- Don't tell me you fancy that
meathead?

- So, try not to worry, OK.

I'm going to take her back and we'll
get the kettle on.

- I'm sorry we can't be of more help.

All I can say is that we will find the
people who did this.

- What's going on?

- That's Mrs Foster, runs a small
guesthouse in town.

This morning, two of her customers
paid her in cash.

Then she takes it to the bank to pay
it in

and they tell her it's worthless.

- More of the damaged notes?
- Yep.

- Well, do we know how they came to be
in circulation?

- Yeah, the guy in the vest, Ray
Evans.

He works at the bank in Ballymountain.

It's his job to incinerate the damaged
notes,

but we're pretty sure he's just
keeping them to himself.

All the notes are marked with this
purple stamp.

See here?

So when your man Ray incinerates the
notes,

the whole thing's meant to be recorded
on CCTV.

And guess what?

It keeps going on the blink.

- Was this your dawn raid? Ray Evans'
house?

- Yeah. But we didn't find any
banknotes, just an empty bag.

You should have seen his face when we
told him the bag was empty.

- So, are you telling me that Ray
stole it

and then somebody stole it from him?
- Exactly.

- Ryan.

Anything from the house to house?

- Eileen Galloway,

the one who runs the Neighbourhood
Watch in Ray's street.

She said she saw a white van parked up
outside his house

late last night.

She took down his registration.

- So look, if Ray was meant to burn
£10,000-worth

of this yesterday, we need to get our
hands on it before

it's circulated round the town.
- Do we know how much Mrs Foster lost?

- 350 quid.

She says she's not going to be able to
pay her mortgage.

- I've got a match!

The van belongs to a...

Mr Clint Devine-Dunwoody.

- Do you want me to have a word, boss?

- Yeah. I'll tag along. See what he's
got to say for himself.

- No, no, no, no, no. We're not open
yet!

- We're here on official business.
- I can't see anything anyway.

- What official business?
- It's Clint we need to speak to.

- How can I help you, officer?

- Clint, can you tell us why your van
was parked outside Ray Evans'

place last night?

- I don't know, I wasn't driving it.

I lent it to Gerry Brady's son-in-law.

- Son-in-law? Gerry Brady only has a
daughter - Lauren.

- Aye, Lauren's husband, David Mullan.

- Husband? Lauren Brady's g*y!

- Well, not any more.
- Does Marlene know?

- I've no idea. Why?

- No reason.

- Can we interrupt for a minute!?

- What was this David Mullan doing
with your van?

- Well, he's a plumber, just like his
father-in-law.

David's covering Gerry's jobs for a
few days while he goes to a funeral.

He needed a van.

- How well do you know this David?

- I'd never set eyes on him until
yesterday.

- Right, I'll ring the Sarge,

let her know we need to speak to David
Mullan.

- Clint, where's your van parked now?
- It's parked out the back.

David dropped it off this morning.

- Marlene's engaged.

- I know, Marlene. I'm as shocked as
you are.

Married, to a man.

Well, yeah, when she mentioned a baby,

I just assumed they'd used a sperm
donor.

Hang on a sec. I've got Marlene on the
phone.

Is there anything else you want her to
know?

- You're sure this David Mullan is
married to Lauren Brady?

- That's what Clint says.

- Oh, well, it must be true then.
- What's up?

- I might have a conflict of interest.

Me and Lauren kind of had a thing when
we were teenagers.

Totally top secret.

Like, I only told Nicole about it a
few months ago.

So... You might be better doing this
one on your own.

- Well, it's Lauren's husband we need
to speak to, so you'll be fine.

- OK. But it's your investigation,
right?

- Speaking of significant others...

- Oh! Hiya, love.

- How was your dawn raid?

- Er...inconclusive.

- She stood me up last night,

claimed she had to get up early.

- I hardly stood you up now.
- It's OK. I forgive her.

But only because she's going to buy me
lunch to make up for it.

One o'clock in the Port View?

I nearly forgot, no kissing when she's
in uniform.

- Yeah, you know the rules.
- You can make up for it later.

- THEY LAUGH

- So when was the last time you saw
this woman?

- 20 years at least.

Hello, Lauren.

- Marlene.

It's good to see you.
- Yeah, and you.

This isn't a social call.

Let me introduce you to my colleague,

Police Constable Callum McCarthy.

He's heading up this investigation.

- What investigation?

- We were hoping to speak to David
Mullan.

- You'd better come in.

Go on through.

- Are you OK, Sarge?

- Er, yeah, fine.

Totally fine.

- This is our daughter, Freya.

- Hello, Freya.

- She's autistic, nonverbal.

I'll just take her through to the
front room.

Come on, sweetheart.

- Where is it you live?

- Leeds. We're here for a few days
before we fly to Boston.

Freya needs some surgery.

- Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

- She's got epilepsy.

Suffers from seizures and they're
getting worse.

- Mr Mullan, can I ask, were you at
Ray Evans' house last night?

- Yeah, I was doing a bit of work for
him.

Covering for my father-in-law. We're
both plumbers.

- Oh, is that how you and Lauren met?

- No.

Er, a total coincidence.

- So she kind of married her dad then?

- What was the problem at Ray's?

- Pipe from his hot water cylinder
sprung a leak.

- And when did you get there?

- About nine. Erm, left just before


- And was Ray there the whole time?

- No. Not the whole time.

He went out about, about 10.30pm.

Erm, bloke came to pick him up.

- Did you catch a name?

- No.

Only saw him from behind. Erm..

He was wearing cowboy boots with,
er...

- HE MUMBLES TO HIMSELF
- ..metal things on the back you know,

like in the Westerns.
- Spurs?
- That's it, yeah.

- One last question, Mr Mullan.

Did Ray Evans pay you for this work?

- 250 quid in cash.
- You still got it?

Bad news, Mr Mullan.

These notes are stolen property.

We're going to have to seize them as
evidence.

- What does that mean for me?

- It means that Ray Evans still owes
you £250.

- David! She's having another seizure.

It's all right, darling. It's OK,
darling. Sh.

It's OK.

- Are you sure you don't want us to
call an ambulance?

- It's kind of you to offer but...we
got this.

- OK.

- Did you tell Nicole Devine about us?

- Er, well, yeah.

She's my best mate, she's not going to
say anything.

And also, the last I knew you were out
and openly g*y.

- I'd better...
- Yeah, yeah, course.

- So, do you know who the guy with the
spurs is?

- Yeah. I've a good idea.

- Who?

- Trouble.

With a capital T.

- # My Islandmagee

# My own Giant's Causeway,

# My sweet Tandragee

# Lady so lovely

# Lady so fine...

- # You're my only true love

# My Nicole Devine. #

So... You're writing music again?

- I wrote it for Nicole.
- I heard it on the local radio.

It's a beauty.

- Thanks.

- You going solo?
- Never.

I mean, not without my big brother.

- Bring it home, our kid.

Good to see you.
- You too.

- Sylvester!

Long time, no see.

- Call me Sly, my wee darlin',
everyone else does.

- What brings you here?

- Well, I heard about the fire.

- You must have taken the scenic
route, the fire was weeks ago.

- I would've been here sooner but I
was

unavoidably detained.

- And did you serve the full sentence?

- Early release for good behaviour.

- Hmm, let's hope that continues.

Will you be staying for the grand
opening tonight?

- Am I invited?

- Family doesn't need an invitation.

Well, I have some errands to run.

You boys be good. I'll see you later.

- So, am I forgiven for leaving the
band

to settle down with Nicole then?

- I admit it,

I was a wee bit cheesed off at the
time.

- Mate, you called her Yoko for about
a year.

- That band was my life.

But I get it.

- Do you?
- Sure.

Your Nicole is lovely and this...

..well, this is some pub.

- Cheers.

- Is it Niamh's 18th birthday today?

- Sure is.

- If you let me know when Concepta's
due in, I'll meet her off the bus.

- Well, we, erm, haven't actually
heard from her yet.

- What? She can't still be on silent
retreat?

I mean what exactly is she praying
for?

THEY CHUCKLE

Oh, you'll never guess who I saw going
into The Commodore.

- Who?

- Sly Dunwoody.

- He must have got parole. What's he
doing here?

- Ah, giving Clint and Nicole trouble,
no doubt.
- Yeah.

- Who are you eating with?

- They're Ash's best friends.

They're g*y too. Lovely people.

Ash wanted to introduce them to
Marlene.

Meant to be a surprise.

Course, Marlene hasn't shown up.

- Ah!

- Finn, can you tell me what Marlene
is working on today?

- Erm...

Yeah. Her and Callum are working on a
theft.

- Life and death, is it?

- I wouldn't go that far, Ash.
- Yeah.

I didn't think so.

- So the hunk with the vest paid the
plumber using dodgy £50 notes.

- He certainly did.

- He's hardly a master criminal, this
Ray.

- Any joy, Cub?
- Erm...

This turned up at the petrol station
on the Coast Road.

- When exactly?
- Couple of hours ago.

- While we had Ray Evans in custody.

- Deffo wasn't him who spent it.

The cashier said it was an older guy,
greyish hair.

You'll never guess what?

He was wearing boots with spurs on.

- HE LAUGHS

- Like a proper cowboy.

- He's a proper cowboy, all right.
- What, do you know who it is?

- Sly Dunwoody.

Clint's brother.

Barry's just seen him coming into The
Commodore.

- Aye, I think I remember him now.

- Is Sly the kind of guy to get
himself

involved in a racket like this?

- Well, put it this way, he's just got
out of prison

for taking things that didn't belong
to him.

- Right, I'll have a word. You coming,
Sarge?
- Yep, sure.

- Ash is looking for you.
- Is she?

- Seems unhappy about something.

- Oh, no...

- Where were YOU?

- Oh, love, I'm so sorry.

We just, we got busy with a case.

But, look, I'll buy you lunch
tomorrow, OK? My...my treat.

- I wanted you to meet my friends
Preston and Pete.

Barry was there too.
- What? Why didn't you tell me?

- It was supposed to be a nice
surprise.

- Yeah, but if I'd known you'd gone to
all that trouble...

- Oh, you wouldn't have stood me up?!

- No, look, Ash! Look... Wait! Can we
at least talk about this?!

- Forget it!

- She'll calm down.

- No.

No, this is me. This is...this is what
I do.

You know, I messed things up with
Lauren

and now I'm doing exactly the same
thing with Ash.

- Really?

Why are you here, Sly?

- I want to get the band back
together.

- You're having a bubble bath!

- I've never been more serious in my
life.

Tell me you don't want to go on tour
again.

I knew it!

OK, bro, so you're a married man.

That doesn't mean that your life is
over.

If you want to go on the road again,

I'm sure Nicole won't stand in your
way.

Not if she loves you as much as I
think she does.

Here's the local cops!

- All right?
- Clint.

- All right, Sly?
- Constable Pettigrew.

- Oh, it's Sergeant now, actually.

- Oh?
- Hmm.

Er, my colleague, Constable McCarthy,

needs to ask you a few questions.

- Did you buy petrol at the Coast Road
station this morning?

- I did.

- The cashier told us you paid with a
£50 note.

- It's not forged, is it?

- No, no, it's legal tender but

part of a damaged batch that were
stolen.

And each note is stamped with a purple
mark.

You didn't notice that, no?
- Can't say that I did.

- Do you have any more like it?
- No, I haven't.

- So where did you get that one from?

- Not a clue. Er...

I was out drinking in Ballymountain
last night.

Could have picked it up anywhere.

- You got a £50 note in your change?

- Is that it?
- No.

Do you know Ray Evans?

- Ray Evans?
- Hmm.

- I don't think so.

- Now, you see, that's funny.

Because someone matching your
description was seen

at his house last night.

- Well, I only got to Port Devine this
morning.

So, it must've been some other
handsome devil.

- CLINT SNIGGERS

With spurs on his boots?

- Right, thanks for your time.

- You're so welcome.

- Tell me you haven't

- I've done nothing. I swear.

- KNOCK AT DOOR

Here.
- Barry!

- Tell me if I'm sticking my oar in
here.
- As if.

- But...

..has your missus and your mother had
a bit of a falling out?

Else why would Concepta stay away so
long?

- It's got nothing to do with Siobhan.

It's to do with Concepta's sister.

- Assumpta?

What has that nightmare been up to
this time?

- Hold on - you know her?

- I used to.

Donkey's years ago.

- Why did you call her a nightmare?

- I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said
that.

Listen, er, if you're talking to
Concepta,

tell her that... tell her to come
home.

There's people in this town miss her.

THUDDING

SIREN WAILS, SHOUTING

- I know you're in there, you
snivelling excuse for a human being!

I know you're in there! Open that
door!

Open the door! Hey!

- Hey!

Out of pocket, are you?

You see, I'm guessing that you DIDN'T
get that 50 in your change.

- How much does Ray Evans owe you?

- £450.

I won it off him playing poker.

- So, all the notes are marked?
- Yes.

- Er, we'll take those.

- I'm the victim here.
- Ah, indeed you are. That's why we're
taking you

down to the station, where you can
make a statement.

- That place gives me hives.

- Tough.

- Police! Open up!

Mr Evans, are you going to open this
door

or am I going to have to break it
down? Again.

So, tell us what happened last night.

- I picked Ray up about half nine.

Drove him to the Angler's Arms for the
poker game.

- What happened there?

- I won £450 off Ray, fair and square.

When you told me why the notes were
marked,

I went round to his to get them
replaced.

I don't like being taken for a mug.

- We have reason to believe that Ray
hid

£10,000 in his house.

- How much?!

- Well, it wasn't there when I
searched the place this morning.

- That's got nothing to do with me. I
swear.

- What time did the poker wind up?

- Coming up for one o'clock.

I dropped Ray home.

Bet you it was that eejit in the white
van.

- What eejit?

- There was this van parked outside
Ray's when I was dropping him back.

Soon as the driver clocked us, took
off like a bat out of hell.

- Did you get a look at him?
- No.

It was dark and his headlights were
shining right in my eyes.

- So, you think David Mullan found the
money when he was fixing the pipes?

- Well, the bag was next to the
stopcock.

- A man like him, stealing cash? Why
would he do that?

- Er, according to their GoFundMe
page,

David and Lauren are almost £8,000
short of their total.

- That's the fund for their kid's
operation.
- Yeah. They're flying

to Boston in a couple of days.

- It must have been their kid Siobhan
was called out to last night.

The poor wee girl was having some kind
of seizure.

- What time was that at?
- Just after 12.

She was there for about half an hour.

- So, Siobhan leaves their place at
about 12:30.


outside Ray's house.

It's got to be David.

You coming, Sarge?

- Er, it might be better if you bring
Ryan along with you.

- Sorry, what's this about?

- I'm just, I'm worried I might have a
conflict of interest.
- Why?

- Look, it was a million years ago,
but me and Lauren Brady -

Lauren Mullan now - were having a
secret relationship.

Finn, like I said, it was when
dinosaurs roamed the Earth,

but still.
- Yeah. You're right, you stay here.

Listen, take Ryan with you and get
going, yeah?
- Yeah OK, boss.

All right. Come on!

- You OK?
- Yeah.

No. It's Ash.

No, I've really messed up, Finn.

I was supposed to meet her for lunch
today and I forgot.

And now she's not answering her phone.

- Mr Mullan?

Mrs Mullan?

- You're wasting your breath, Cub.

They've gone.

- They let you out, then?

- Honest, Nicole, I've done nothing
wrong.

Ask your mate, Marlene. I'm the victim
here.


out of.

- Where did YOU get 450 big ones from?

- I won it off Ray playing poker.

The toerag paid me in dodgy notes.

Look, you've got to believe me, bro.

There's no way I'm going back inside.

That's why I need this fresh start,

get the band back together.

- Doing what?

- I've got it all worked out.

We tour the places we played all our
best gigs -

Doncaster, Aberystwyth, Robin Hood's
Bay.

- Buxton.

Not forgetting Buxton.

- Never could. Never will.

- God... A tour like that costs a load
of money.

- That's not a problem, is it?

- What do you mean?

- Well, your missus is loaded.

- GULLS CAW

- OK.

David Mullan rented a car just over an
hour ago.

He's due to drop it at the airport.

- Let's go. Call it in, Cub.

- It's a David Mullan.

Registration, X-ray Hotel Zulu.

- POLICE RADIO BEEPS

- Thanks for stopping them.

- It was me.

I took that money from Ray Evans'
house.

It was hidden behind the fridge.

- David Mullan, I am arresting you for
theft.

You don't have to say anything, but I
must caution you, if you do not

mention, when questioned, something
which you later rely on in court...

- I pulled the fridge out to get to
the stopcock.

And that's when I found the bag with
the money in it.

I counted it.

It was more than enough to pay for
Freya's surgery.

But I put it back.

- And then you returned to your
father-in-law's place?

- When I got back, Freya was having a
seizure.

It was really bad.

And after the doctor left,

I-I said to Lauren that I'd found a
way to pay for the surgery.

Then I went back to Ray's and took the
money.

- You must have realised, after we
called round today,

that the money was going to be really
difficult to spend.

- No, we thought, erm...

..I thought, that we could change it
for dollars at the airport.

Maybe they wouldn't know what the
purple mark meant.

I'm sorry.

I know it was stupid.

I just couldn't think what else to do.

- David said that he'd found a way to
raise the money for Freya's op.

He told me to pack our bags.

- And you didn't think to ask him
where the money come from?

- Well...

..he didn't give me the chance.

The first I knew about that cash was
when you found it in the suitcase.

- David's coughed, going to have to
let Lauren go.

- We're not going to charge her with
conspiracy?

- And why would we do that?

- Because they're both lying.

It's as clear as day it was Lauren who
went back to Ray's house

and took that money.
- Have you any evidence to back that
up, Callum?

Didn't think so.

- If you are going to release Lauren,

can I be the one to walk her out of
here?

- Make it quick.

- DOOR BUZZES

You're free to go.

Why are you letting David carry the
can?

- It's what he wants.

Will David go to prison?
- I don't know.

It's his first offence.

And your situation with Freya may be
taken into consideration.

- I still have to find the rest of the
money for her operation.

How am I going to get through this
without him?

- So, David...what...

..you do love him?

- Of course I love him.

- Wow, it's just you were always the,
er, militant one.

You came out to your da

and tried to persuade me to come out
to Uncle Barry.

- No. We both agreed that we'd both
come out to our parents,

and you were the one that bottled it,
left me high and dry.

- Yeah, because I was really scared.
And you knew that.

That's why you and me had to be a
secret.

And then your da threw you out.

I'm sorry but I-I couldn't take that
risk.

I don't blame you for cutting me dead.

But it kept me in the closet for
another 20 years, Lauren.

- I'm sorry about that.

I hope you find someone too, one day.

- I think I have.

- You think?
- Mm.

I don't seem to be able to tell her
how I feel.

Just out of practise.

This is my first relationship since...

..you and me.

- For goodness' sake, Marlene, if you
really care about her,

don't let this one slip away.

- You didn't really fancy Ray Evans,
did you?

- What's the matter, Cal? Are you
jealous?

Look, there is no need.

I am more than happy with what we've
got.

- After Nicole's grand reopening, do
you fancy coming back to mine?

- Do you mind if I take a raincheck?

I could really do with an early night.

- Yeah. No bother.

- So, what did they arrest Lauren's
husband for?

- Well, according to what I heard,

he stole money to fund their
daughter's operation.

In America. Little Freya, she needs
life-saving surgery.

- And they can't afford it?

That's terrible.

- Have you asked Nicole yet, about
bankrolling the tour?

- No.

Look, she's...

WE'VE had a lot of expense recently
rebuilding this place.

I'm sorry, mate, we just... we just
can't afford it.

- Ah! No peeking!

- This arrived for you. It's from your
gran.

- She didn't come.

- How come Lauren and Freya are here?

- Nicole insisted.

Apparently, she has some big plan. I
don't know.

NICOLE CLEARS THROAT
- Attention! Attention, everyone!

It's almost time for the big reveal.

But, before we unveil the new
Commodore,

I have an announcement I'd like to
make.

So, most of you know Lauren Mullan,

or Lauren Brady, as was,

but you might not know her lovely
daughter, Freya.

Now, Freya needs some medical
attention

that she can only get in America.

So, I really hope that Lauren will
accept this small token from us

at The Commodore, just to help out.

Clint!

- APPLAUSE AND CHEERING

- Give that to Lauren, please.

- Thank you.

£10,000?

- MURMURING
- Nicole, that's far too generous.

- No, nonsense. Clint and I are just
happy to help.

- WHOOPING AND CHEERING

- So much for you two being broke.

- Well, so, now it's time for the big
reveal.

- APPLAUSE

- So, as you all know,

I inherited this place from my lovely
mummy and daddy.

And the very last time I saw them,

they were walking out that very door.

So that's why I was so determined that
the new Commodore...

- APPLAUSE AND CHEERING

APPLAUSE STOPS

- ..should be exactly the same as the
old.

- SOME PEOPLE CHEER

- Well, that's disappointing.

- Yeah, I should be back to the flat
around nine.

Oh, I'm looking forward to being very
badly behaved.

- And Barry's avoiding me.
- Why?

- Well, he knows something, about
Assumpta, my birth mother.

Whatever it is, he's not telling me.
- So, what are you going to do?

- I'm going to do some detective work.

- It's been really good to, you know,
clear the air and...

I mean, we parted on... terrible
terms.

- I'm glad too.

- Come here. It's so good to see you.

- Who's that with Marlene?

- That's, er, Lauren?

- Who's Lauren?

- Marlene's first girlfriend.

- Of course. Thanks.

- Oh! Ash! Ash!

Where are you going?!

- Why didn't you tell me?

About Lauren?

Why did I have to hear it from big
mouth Nicole?

- I am so, so sorry.

But come here. You don't need to be
jealous.

- I'm not.

It just seems like you've got time for
everyone else but me.

- What do you mean?

- This...so-called relationship.

I never see you.

- Yeah, because I'm busy with work.

- And when I do see you, you won't
talk to me.

You won't tell me how you feel.

- Ash...

I love you.

- Really?

You won't even kiss me in public.

- SHE CLEARS THROAT

- I think you got carried away.

Um, you came out the closet, then met
me,

it was all a rush of blood to the head
and now you're regretting it.

- What? No, no.

No, I do love you.

I have never felt like this.

Me and Lauren, that was like...

..schoolgirl stuff.

But you and me...

What do I have to do to convince you?

- I'm sorry, Marlene,

I think you have to work that out for
yourself.

- Marry me!

- What did you say?

- Um...

Ashley Hayes...

..will you marry me?