All language subtitles for Hope.Street.S04E03.1080p.WEB.H264-DiMEPiECE

-Stop the car!
-What? Why?

This is Barry's taxi.

What's it doing here abandoned?

This car
was his pride and joy.

I'll call the police.

Marlene, my wee love.

How are you holding up?
-We're so sorry.

I know, I know, yeah.
Do you know what? I'm alright.

I'm just, you know,
battling through.

Right now, I want to know
how Barry's taxi ended up here.

The keys are still in
the ignition. I'll call it in.

Okay.

Joyriders, I'd say.

The question is, how did they
get hold of Barry's keys?

Come on. Leave it
up to the professionals.

The keys were hanging on a hook
at Barry's place.

If you left Barry's house empty,
maybe someone broke in.

But it's not empty.
Sure, my ma's staying there.

-Your mother?
-Yeah.

Case closed, I'd say.

Thank you.

Absolutely stunning.

You getting
a transfer down here,

it's borderline creepy.

Is it so wrong I want to spend
time with my beautiful wife?

Get off me.
I'm supposed to be on duty.

Eve! Look.

Hello, Mum.

If it isn't my favourite
mother-in-law.

I have no time for your flannel.
This is an emergency.

What is?

You know my friend Mrs. Clarke?
We read the Bible together.

Poor soul's practically
housebound.

Of course.
What happened to her?

She has been robbed! All her
good jewellery, clean gone.

That's not the half of it.

The fella that did it...

he was a police officer.

Poor soul.
Can't believe she fell for it.

Yeah, well, he told her
he'd look after her valuables.

People like your friend,
they trust the police.

Hmm. Imagine it, taking
a widow's engagement ring.

62 years she's had that.

Maybe he's not as clever
as he thinks he is.

We've got a good view
of his vehicle.

But I can't see his face.

That's Barry Pettigrew's taxi!

-Barry Pettigrew?
-Hm-hmm.

I'm pretty sure his taxi
was found abandoned

about half an hour ago.

On the day he's being buried?

Shameless!

Thank you.

These are great.
Well done, you.

Oh, well, I owe Barry so much.

The way he looked after me
when Mummy and Daddy died.

Can't believe we're never
going to see him in here again.

Sitting in his favourite chair
doing his crossword.

Putting the world to rights.

I was thinking.

If it's a boy, maybe we should
call the baby Barry?

It's a bit old-fashioned,
isn't it?

Oh, yeah, you're right,
you're right. It is.

Besides...

the baby's name?

I'm sure Callum will have
something to say about it.

Only if Callum is the father.

We did the right thing,
didn't we?

By refusing the DNA test?

While the wee one's
still in the womb?

Too right, we did.

Callum will just have to wait.

Why did he have to go
and tell the whole town?

Because we weren't honest
with him.

Mind you, it hasn't really
been mentioned since, has it?

I don't think anyone's
actually that bothered.

What's this I hear about you
having Callum's child?

Concepta!

How lovely to see you.

This police uniform the thief
was wearing, was it convincing?

Convincing enough to fool
poor old Hilda Clark.

So, where did he get it from?

Yeah, I have a...
a horrible feeling about that.

Uncle Barry
has an old uniform

hanging up in his wardrobe.

The uniform's gone.

So, Callum has demanded
a DNA test?

Yeah, well, he can demand
all he wants.

What's the likelihood
that he's the baby's father?

50-50.

Were the car keys there
last night when you got in?

How would I know?
Sure, I can't even drive.

And you haven't
had any...visitors?

Of course not.
That would be disrespectful.

Poor Barry not even
in the ground yet.

There's not many ex-wives would
come all this way for a funeral.

What you need to understand,
son, Barry and me. Okay...

So, we didn't go the distance,
but we had something special.

A real chemistry.

You know what I mean?

Callum's right.
It means a lot you being here.

Ah. I didn't just come
to pay my respects.

I also came to support
my best girl.

I know how much
Barry meant to you, love.

Bring it in, munchkin.

Right, we'd better be getting
off. Make sure you lock up.

Will do.

After you, munchkin.

These days,
the babies don't get tested.

It's a simple blood draw
from you

and a mouth swab from Callum.

It's very safe.

Well, that all sounds
okay, I suppose.

Trust me, I'm a doctor.
It's okay.

Alright,
what's the real problem?

Between you and me,
the real problem is Clint.

The fact that the baby
might be his,

I think he just wants to hold
on to that a little bit longer.

I suppose we'd better
bite the bullet.

Yeah, I'm ready.

Oh, ready
for the big showdown?

Don't you mean
happy family reunion?

How long has it been
since you last saw Assumpta?

My sister and I haven't been
in the same room since 1988.

Oh! It'll be a historic moment.

Not that Assumpta
will give a hoot.

"Paddy's Authentic
Irish Kebabs."

Well, that's interesting. The
rest of his car's immaculate.

Barry the messy type?

Absolutely not.

I once blagged a lift home
off him after a beach party.

He made me sit on a bin bag.

So, maybe our thief got peckish.

You wanna get a kebab?

Well, that explains
the icy blast in the air.

Wrapping up a bit warmer
would help with that.

This? It's called funeral chic.

That's what you're wearing
to the funeral?

Oh, yes.
Barry loved this look.

If that was wife number three,
what were the other two like?

Worse. If Barry Pettigrew
had one weakness,

it was for women
of dubious morals.

Speaking of which...

Concepta.

It's lovely to see you.
-Assumpta.

It's...

been a very long time.

-Would you like to come in?
-To my own home?

If that's not too much
of an intrusion.

Play nice.

I thought you might be hungry
after the journey.

It's only an hour in the car.

But this is very thoughtful.
Thank you.

Can I smell smoke?
Have you had a fire?

It's nothing!

I had a wee accident
with the chip pan.

I'd hardly call that nothing!

The whole kitchen's going
to have to be redecorated.

Buyers these days
are very picky.

-Buyers?
-Yes, buyers.

I'm putting the place
up for sale.

Where's my one?

You're in uniform.
It wouldn't be appropriate.

Even just a few chips?

What did Mr. Kebab say, then?

Well, our fake police officer
was in last night, about 11:00.

Cheeky so-and-so
dropped heavy hints

about there being trouble
if he didn't get a free kebab.

And did you get anything useful,
like a proper description?

Pocket.

"Dark hair, short stature,
stubble"?

Hmm.

That's exactly
what Mrs. Clark told you.

What Mr. Kebab told us,
which she didn't,

is that he's also got a tattoo.

A massive heart attack.
Ach, poor Barry.

I mean, 70's no age these days.

At least he went
doing what he loves,

out on the sea, fishing.

I'd rather die in me own bed,
thank you very much.

This is lovely.
Isn't it, Concepta?

I've tasted worse, right enough.

It's a pity Finn and the kids
couldn't make it.

Ah, Finn spoke to Marlene.
She understands.

It's a wee bit soon
coming back to Port Devine.

He sent me photos
of him and the kids.

He looks a lot better.
-Ah, well, he's not 100%.

That's why Niamh and Shay
have stayed with him today.

Finn sent you photos?

Yes. Is that a problem?

Why should it be a problem?

You gave birth to him,
after all.

Think I'll head upstairs.

See what state that's in.

Spend a penny while I'm there.

She hates me.
-She doesn't.

I don't know
why you're being so nice to me.

I made your life a misery
when I turned up in Port Devine.

You're Finn's mother.

You're important to him.

Concepta brought him up.
She's his mother.

No, she wants me out
of the picture once and for all.

That's why she's selling
this place out from under me.

My own sister...
making me homeless.

You're not gonna be homeless.

Look, Finn and I were talking.

We'd love you
to come and stay with us.

In Tyrone?

With Concepta?

We're moving out of Concepta's
place. We're renting a house.

There'll be plenty of room
for all of us.

Does Concepta know about this?

Not yet. I thought
I would broach the subject

to see if you were up for it.

Or not.

I hope my ears aren't burning.

Our thief has the word "Deirdre"
tattooed on his right hand.

Ring any bells?

Sorry? Why are you asking me?

Well, this guy,
he got the car keys,

the uniform,
from your uncle's house.

No, no, no, no, no.
No, I've explained all that.

Look, my mum
forgot to lock the back door.

Marlene.

Can I have a word?

Yeah.

Chase up that tattoo.

We need to catch this lowlife

before he targets
another vulnerable victim.

I know what you're gonna say.

You're gonna have to face up
to the possibility

that your mother
is involved in this robbery.

You're right.

I shouldn't be here,

and I certainly
should not be working this case.

So, I'll get going.

That'll be wise.

Oh, and Marlene.
-Yeah?

If you see your mother,

don't talk to her
about the investigation. Please.

Fair enough.

Mind you, if she is involved...

I'll never forgive her.

What are you two up to?

Having a quick trawl through
Gloria Hastings's social media.

Oh, come on, Cal. You didn't
seriously buy that guff

about the back door
being unlocked?

Oh!

Here's Gloria here
with some man.

Ah...

Bingo!

Well, he definitely matches
the description of our thief.

Hello, Deirdre.

-We got a name for this fella?
-Yeah.

Rick Simpson.

When you spoke to Gloria,

she tell you
her boyfriend was in town?

No, she didn't.

She was at pains to tell us
no one had been to visit.

Unless you've got something
to hide.

-What was this Barry like, then?
-Ach.

He was the best.

Shame I won't get to know him.

He did have one weakness,
though.

Yeah?

Do you see that woman
over there?

-Skirt like a belt?
-Aye.

Barry used to be married to her.

-You're joking.
-Hmm.

And him a vicar?
With a woman like that?

A woman like what?

Have you two met?

Brandi, this is Marlene.

Marlene, this is Brandi,
our newest member of staff.

-Lovely to meet you.
-You too.

Is it your dad that died?

Uh, stepdad.

So, sorry, what you were saying
about my mother?

-Us?
-Uh-huh.

-Nothing!
-Yeah, I believe you.

Thousands wouldn't.

Can I have a latte, please,
when you're ready?

Munchkin! Aw!

Thanks. I owe you one.

Rang around my CID mates
in Belfast.

One of them arrested
Rick Simpson a few weeks ago.

Reckons he was driving
a silver four-by-four.

I'm pretty sure I saw
a silver four-by-four

parked by Barry's place when
we called round there earlier.

Let's head over.
See if it's still there.

Yeah.

Let's go.

So, I hear
you're gonna be a daddy.

I'm not so sure about that.

Nicole's refusing
to do a DNA test.

Nicole's the redhead
who runs the pub?

It's a long story.

Right, there's no sign
of this four-by-four.

Here.

Oi!

Chris Hughes,
you stay where you are.

I know your da!

-Alright, Brandi?
-Hello.

You on urgent police business?

Sandwich run.

Don't you get
all the exciting jobs?

Listen, I'm, uh, glad
I bumped into you, actually.

See, I was wondering whether...

you and me...

I mean, I think we really
hit it off, don't you think?

Wait. Are you asking me out?

Yeah. Mm-hmm.

So, what do you reckon?

You're a lovely lad.

Just, me and you,
I don't see it.

-Why not?

Do I look like the type of girl
who'd be with a policeman?

So, you're saying no?

Face it, hon, I'd be far too
much for you.

No offence.

None taken.

Kids found it in the bin.

So, the uniform was dumped
near Barry's house?

It was.

Which raises the question,

why would our thief go back
to where he stole the keys

and the uniform from?

Because he's seeing
Marlene's ma?

And that's where she's staying?
-Exactly.

What are we doing to locate him?

We've circulated a description
of Rick Simpson and his car,

but no sighting as yet.

What does it say
about this guy

that he didn't fill up Barry's
taxi when it needed petrol?

And that he felt the need
to blag a free kebab?

He needs cash?

He's got a whole load
of valuable jewellery.

Yeah, but turning that into cash
is far from simple.

So, where would he start?

I won't deny I was tempted.

Crazy Danny might have worked
in an abattoir,

but he was one sexy
big lump of a man.

I swear, nothing happened!
Well...

nothing physical, anyway.

Of course,
Barry could never believe that.

With my track record,
who could blame him?

But right or
wrong, the trust was gone.

Our marriage never recovered.

Barry was the love of my life.

Marlene! Your car's here.

Okay, love.

Oh, thanks, love.

I've only gone
and forgotten my purse.

Rick Simpson's silver
four-by-four's been spotted

parked on Hillside Street
in Ballymountain.

Hillside Street?
Why does that ring a bell?

That's where your man
Davie Burns lives.

Davie Burns?

Aye, we arrested him
for receiving stolen goods.

He's a fence.

That's how he's intending to
turn that jewellery into cash.

Come on, cub.

I don't want Marlene
hearing a word about this.

No arguments here, boss.

I'm just praying her mum
has nothing to do

with those robberies.
-Me too.

The alternative's too horrible
to think about.

There you are, looks like our
suspect's four-by-four to me.

It's parked right outside
Davie Burns's house.

So, we were right. He is turning
that jewellery into cash.

Police! Open up!

Rick Simpson!
Come to the door!

Rick Simpson, I'm arresting you
on suspicion of burglary,

taking and driving away and
impersonating a police officer.

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.

What's this?

Looks like a list
of names and addresses to me.

On top of that list
is poor old Mrs. Hilda Clark.

I've never seen that before
in my life.

And yet it was in your pocket.
How spooky is that?

Ooh!

I'll tell you
what's even more spooky...

This is Mrs. Clark's engagement
ring. Oh, but don't tell me.

You were just looking after it.

I'd love to come to stay
with you and the family

in County Tyrone, but...
it's just not possible.

Oh, you can't let your sister
run your life.

She has a way
of getting under your skin.

Unless Concepta wants me
to come, I'll stay away.

Lois Dunlop incoming.
Catch you later.

Would you look who it is?
Mrs. O'Hare.

God bless you for
making the effort to be here.

Well, where else would she be,
Mrs. Dunlop?

Concepta and Barry
were very close.

Close neighbours.

Glad to hear that.
As you know, I hate gossip.

But there's ones in this town

suggested that it was more
than just neighbourliness.

Well, they would
have been wrong.

Mrs. Dunlop.

Dr. O'Hare, good to see you.
How's that husband of yours?

-Oh, much better, thanks.
-I'm glad to hear that.

I am so pleased

the tittle-tattlers
were proved wrong.

Proved wrong? About what?

Some folks said that your Finn
was going to be charged

with attempted murder for
pushing his father off a cliff.

Well, he wasn't.
Because he didn't.

I say father,
but I have to admit,

I'm a bit confused
about the situation.

Is it true what I hear
that that woman there

is Finn's birth mother?

Yes. But I brought him up.

Hmm, flighty was she,
your sister?

Had the baby and then
flitted off to America?

Assumpta was in
a very difficult situation.

She gave her child up cos she
knew he'd be better off with me.

How's Eve getting on
at the police station?

Oh, very well, on the whole.

Though she says there's
a great deal to sort out.

No doubt your Finn
dropped the ball before he left,

what with all the upset.

Oh, there's the bishop.
I'll just go and say hello.

He's not of my denomination but,
sure, you can't have everything.

God, give me strength.

That was very nice,
Concepta.

What was?

Standing up for your sister
like that.

Families have to stick together,
after all.

Think we're going in.

We won't take up too much
of your valuable time, Rick.

You see, we found

stolen jewellery
in your possession.

Plus, you match
various descriptions

of the man seen
impersonating a police officer

and who conned a pensioner out
of their treasured possessions.

The icing on the cake
is that we have a witness

who saw you wearing the uniform
and who identified your tattoo.

And that witness
has even offered

to pick you out
of a digital ID parade.

It's not looking good, is it?

No, it's not.

But we can, however,
offer you a small silver lining.

Meaning?

Tell us who gave you that list
of vulnerable pensioners

and we'll put in a good word
with the judge.

Tell him or her
how cooperative you've been.

What do you say, Rick?

I'm saying...

I'm not a grass.

No comment.

It's obvious Marlene's mum
wrote that list.

She used to live
in Port Devine.

-I agree with you, cub.
-So, let's get her in.

Ask her about it.
-That might be tricky.

I need to see what your boss,

also known as my wife,
wants to do about it.

-You alright?
-Yeah.

Where will you go
when my house is sold?

I haven't even thought about it.

You can't go back
to Fort Lauderdale?

No. Whatever boats
I might have had there

are well and truly burnt.

And you're not going to accept
Siobhan and Finn's offer?

-You know about that?
-Of course I know about it.

Honestly, some people think
I was born yesterday.

We've got more than enough
to charge Rick Simpson

with the burglaries.
-Well, charge him.

The thing is, Rick has never
been to Port Devine before.

Someone wrote him
this list of targets.

You think it's Marlene's mother?

Oh, I know it is.

Give it here.

I'll handle this. You get on
with charging Rick Simpson.

Okay, Inspector.

Thank you all for coming today.

Sorry, this feels a bit weird

just cos this was always
Barry's job.

One of many.

He would have been delighted
with the turnout today.

Though he'd think it was no more
than he deserved.

And he'd be right.

Some of you might not know this,

but I was faced with a choice
at a difficult age.

Leave Port Devine with my mum...

or stay here
with my stepdad, Barry.

Or...

...or Uncle Barry,
as I called him.

I hope my mum won't mind me
saying this, but I, um...

I made the right choice.

Here, let me.

"When I was 12, I wanted
to be like the other kids.

They all had the same surnames
as their parents.

But I was Hastings
and Barry was Pettigrew.

At school, I wouldn't answer
to Hastings anymore.

The teachers told Barry,
so he had a wee word with me.

He told me, if I still wanted,

I could become Marlene Pettigrew
on my 18th birthday.

It was a long time to wait,
but I never wavered.

I've been proud to be
Marlene Pettigrew ever since.

Of course, Barry could be
a funny old stick.

He knew everybody's business

and always
had an opinion on it.

But he loved this town
and the people in it.

Uncle Barry was my friend,
my mentor, my dad.

He loved me,

completely unselfishly.

And I loved him back."

Do you fancy some company?

Or am I too boring for you?

You not on duty?

I won't say anything
if you won't.

You're not too boring.

I didn't mean that.

So, it's just the uniform
you've got a problem with then?

I suppose...

So, what if I were
to take it off?

That's definitely not
my handwriting.

But you do know a Rick Simpson?

That deadbeat?
I haven't seen him in weeks.

You didn't know
he was in Port Devine?

He's here? Huh!

That man is a melter.

He must have followed me
down here.

What's he done this time?

We think he took Barry's keys
and his police uniform

and used them
to rob a vulnerable pensioner.

He did? Well, I hope you lock
him up and throw away the key.

So, you absolutely didn't
let him into Barry's house?

Of course not!

What's he saying?

Not a lot.

He's in custody.
-Hmm.

Best place for him.

What about you? Will you
be sticking around for a bit?

Hmm. No. I'll, um...

I'll get straight off.
-When?

This evening.

I'll, uh, have one drink
in Barry's honour

and then I'll head back
to Belfast.

That would be wise.

What are you two talking about?

The inspector
was just telling me

they've got somebody
for the robbery.

Oh, yeah, who?

A Rick Simpson.
He's from out of town.

Oh, so he must have sneaked
into Barry's place

and taken his keys
and the uniform.

He must have done.

Mm-hmm. What a chancer.

How are you feeling?

Grand.
Never better.

That's good.

I was speaking to Siobhan.
The test won't harm the baby.

I know. She told me too.

So, what's stopping you?

It's not so much me, it's...

Clint. Clint!

Love.

Wasn't Marlene's speech
beautiful?

Aye.

Aye, it was.

I was just saying, the paternity
test. There's no rush.

Alright.

What's Brandi thinking
locking the door?

She's meant to keep
the place open.

Clint, what was that?

I'll check it out. Wait here.

Think of the baby.

-Shh!
-Oh, flip!

Ryan, is that you?

Uh...yes.

You haven't seen Brandi,
have you?

You are kidding me.

Look, please don't tell Nicole.
Please.

Out!

Brandi just locked the door
while she was in the loo.

Oh.

-How was the funeral?
-So sad.

Poor Marlene.

Why don't I get you a drink and
you can tell me all about it?

Oh.

So, no drama while we were away?

Nothing I couldn't handle.

What was that?

Just the wind, love.

I have to get off, munchkin.

So soon?

I'm finding it all a wee bit
too emotional, to be honest.

Yeah, that's fair enough.

I did love Barry, you know.

I know you did.
See you soon?

Not if I see you first,
munchkin.

I have a feeling I owe
you a massive thank you.

What for?

For keeping my ma out of jail.

Don't know what you're
talking about. Do you, Luke?

-Not a clue.

I hear you've offered Assumpta
a place to stay.

How did you know that?

Let's just say your Niamh
cracks under interrogation.

Well, I don't think
Assumpta is going to accept.

Why not?

She won't come if you're not
happy with the arrangement.

Why on earth would she care
what I think?

Hasn't what happened
to Barry taught you anything?

-Like what?
-Life's too short.

Do you know what I think?

He's got the hots for you.

As if.

I think I've just felt
the baby kicking!

What did you just say?

So, are you going to accept
Finn and Siobhan's offer?

I...haven't made my mind up.

Do you want to come?

Do you want me to?

No one cares what I think.

We wouldn't be living in the
same house. So, that's a bonus.

I suppose we wouldn't have to
see too much of each other then.

Hardly ever.

I'll...go and pack my bags.

Shall I?
-Go on.

Not that I care either way.

Do you know where Marlene is?

These just arrived for her.

At this hour? It's a bit late.
Who are they from?

Someone called Shelley.

Are you okay, boss?

You're not to tell Marlene that
flowers arrived from Shelley.

Why not?

Because Shelley's
supposed to be dead.

Isn't it too early for the baby
to be kicking yet?

-There it is again.
-Hmm.

I can't feel anything.

No, it is too early.

You shouldn't be able
to feel the baby moving

for a couple of weeks yet.

I suppose it could be the
veggie curry I had for lunch.

-Juist, I've changed my mind.
-About what, my love?

I can't stand this anymore,
the waiting.

We're doing that test
as soon as possible.

The sooner we find out who
the father of this baby is,

the better!