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City.
Police attendance required.

Sarge?

-We got a shout.
-Okay.

I called an ambulance.
Where's the ambulance?

-It's on its way, Mrs. Klein.
-Can you show us where Alfie is?

He's in here.

Okay. Alfie?
Alfie, can you hear me?

-How long has he been like this?
-I don't know, Marlene.

He was lying there
when I arrived.

I rang 999 straight away.

They said they were sending
an ambulance.

It's okay. It's okay. Okay.

-Callum?
-Yeah?

Can you fire a rocket up
the ambulance service, please?

-On a charge.
-Cheers.

Right. Okay, Diane,
I'm just going to roll him

into the recovery position,
okay?

One, two, three.

-Okay, here we go.

-That's the ambulance now.
-Oh! Long last.

The flowers were bought
online using a credit card owned

by a Betty Harlow, who's 92.

She says she lost her handbag
a couple of days ago

and she didn't realise you're
meant to cancel your cards.

So it's a dead end.

One thing
I don't understand is,

why would Marlene be so upset
if she had seen those flowers?

Because they're supposed
to be from a friend of ours.

Shelley...

who went missing
25 years ago.

What?
So it's a windup?

Maybe.

But sending flowers to Marlene
on the day she buried Barry?

Aye. That's proper creepy.

Need your help.

Ever heard of knocking?

This is an emergency.

Any signs of a struggle?

State of the place.
It's impossible to tell.

I was talking to
the neighbours.

They heard shouting
coming from Alfie's caravan.

Okay, so the chances are
this wasn't an accident.

A jumble sale.

You -- You barge down here
because of a jumble sale?

Is that what this is
in aid of?

Your husband should be
a detective.

Sorry, guys.
Can I -- Can I go or...

-Aye, aye.
You can trot off, young Ryan.

Unless you know somewhere big
enough to hold a jumble sale.

What happened
with the church hall?

Water tank sprang a leak.
The place is drenched.

Have you thought about the pub?
The Commodore?

Trust you to suggest
that den of iniquity.

It is big enough
for a jumble sale.

Stuffed to the gill
with drunkards,

gluttons, fornicators.

Must be
why it's so popular.

You know what they say,
Mother.

-What?
-Beggars can't be choosers.

Um, tell me, Diane,

why did you go round
to see your son this morning?

To take him
for breakfast at The Commodore.

My treat.

Always a sucker
for a pain au chocolat.

So, um, when you got to
the caravan,

you didn't see anything unusual?

Only that the door
was wide open.

I put my head through it.

That's when I saw my
lovely wee boy just lying there.

Can you think of
why anyone

might have wanted
to hurt your son?

Definitely not.
Quite the opposite.

That lout is as soft
as freshly churned butter.

Everybody loves him.

He will be okay,
won't he, Marlene?

My daughter, Lily,
since I divorced her dad,

we've had a
very difficult relationship.

Alfie is all I've got.

It's okay.

What's it a painting of?

Oh, goodness only knows.
Apparently, it's an abstract.

-Ah.
-Oh. After you, dear lady.

I do not normally frequent
this kind of establishment.

It can be our secret.

Yeah.

Alright.

Lois Dunlop.
We don't often see you in here.

Ever.
You don't ever see me in here.

She wants to ask you a favor.

-Sorry. Do you mind if I --
-Aye, you can scoot off now.

Can I help you?

Oh. This lady was first.

The lad was right.
I need to ask you a favor.

A big one.

Can we hold our church
jumble sale in your bar?

-When?
-This afternoon.

You want to hold
a jumble sale

-in my bar this afternoon?
-That's right.

Even though you haven't set foot
in this place for 30 years.

Yep.

Okay.

Sorry. What?

That's fine.

Oh, g-great.
Thanks.

May I ask --

Why I've said yes?

Because you've done nothing but
slag this place off for decades.

Today, you're going to see it
for what it truly is --

the heart of the community.

Oh, I think you'll find
that the church is

-actually the heart of it.
-Oh, I grant you,

my mother did often
complain about the behaviour

of some of the fishermen
and farmers

that used to drink in here,
but these days,

we're all lattes
and kids' portions,

not spit and sawdust.

Times have changed,
and so should you.

Now, I'm sorry for the wait.
How can I help you?

Can I ask you a question?

Yes.

Has anyone ever written
a song about you?

Something about a lady
and her being divine?

Well, as a matter of fact,
they have.

My husband. You must have
heard it on the radio.

I never did, I swear.

Well, then, how do you know?

I can see it, sense it.

It's like an aura
all around you.

Do you mean...

That's right.
I have the gift.

When we left the hospital,
Alfie was out for the count.

So, what are we thinking?
Robbery gone wrong?

Yeah, it's possible.

Mind you, I don't think Alfie
owns anything worth stealing.

He's never held a job
down for more than two minutes.

-So no one saw this assailant?
-No.

But the caravan-park owner
has a camera at the main gates.

He's going to send
the footage over.

Why does Alfie Klein have
no money?

Well, what do you mean?

Well, his father, Oliver,
was a famous artist.

Was?

Aye. Oliver died
a couple of weeks back.

Actually, that was the last
funeral Barry ever conducted.

Mum used to clean for
Oliver Klein.

Never stopped going on
about her famous client.

She cleans for Lily now,
the daughter.

She inherited Oliver's house.

And what did Alfie get?

From what I heard, nothing.

This Oliver -- did he have
a lot to leave?

I would have thought so.

I mean,
his work is highly sought after.

You'd have to shell
out a whole lot of cash

for a painting by Oliver Klein.

Mrs. Dunlop, what is all this?

Your good lady wife
has kindly agreed

to let me hold our church
jumble sale here this afternoon.

Of course she has.

Clint! Come here.
This fella is amazing.

Tell me something about Clint.

Clint is a good man.

But a while ago, maybe a year,

he made a terrible mistake.

You paid a heavy price,
am I right?

I can see...bars.

Well, that'll be
when you were in prison.

You were in jail?

Only on remand.
I got a suspended sentence.

What about Brandi?
What can you see?

Brandi's new in town.

You used to work in another pub.

The name has something
to do with...livestock.

The Sheep & Lamb!

I told you, Clint,
this man is unbelievable.

The CCTV is through.
Take a look.

So, the park owner flagged a car
that he doesn't recognize.

Drove through the gates at 10:22

and then back out again
at a quarter to 11:00.

I recognize that car.

Who does it belong to?

Alfie Klein's sister, Lily,
the heiress.

Come on, Callum.
Let's have a word with Lily.

Yeah.

I can also predict
the future.

You can't.

I predict that
you're going to pour me a glass

of whiskey...on the house.

Well, that's
definitely not coming true.

Oh, you are so wrong, Clint.

Whereas you are right again.

I'm so sorry I never got
your name.

Seamus. But you, young lady,
can call me Seamie.

Right, sweetheart,
we need to hit the road

if you want to get back in time

for The Commodore's
first-ever jumble sale.

Okay.

I can't believe you let
Lois Dunlop talk you into it.

-Where are you going?
-Solicitor's.

We just need to find out
what our rights are

if the baby isn't Clint's.

You mean
if it turns out to be Callum's?

-Exactly.
-Well, my lips are sealed.

Cheerio.

Did I just hear
her mention the word "baby"?

Does that mean she's pregnant?

I'm surprised you
have to ask.

Your powers must be slipping.

Please leave your message
after the tone.

-Hi. It's me.

Give me a call
when you get this.

I'm in The Commodore,
Port Devine.

So, um,
you've all given samples, then?

Just me and Nicole.

That's enough to work out
if the baby's mine.

-And not Clint's.
-Mm-hmm.

When do you get the results?

Sooner the better.
The suspense is killing me.

I'm sure.

I believe Nicole's
going to have a baby.

-Well, there's the car.
-Yep.

This house is quite a contrast
to Alfie's caravan, eh?

Marlene. I'm sorry I didn't
get to the funeral.

But you know what it's like.

The kids had this party
they had to go to, and --

It's -- It's fine, Lily.

Can we ask,
have you heard from your mother?

No. Why would I?

We're hardly bosom buddies.

It's your brother, Alfie.

-He's in the hospital.
-What's wrong?

Well, we have reason
to believe he was assaulted.

Assaulted? Alfie?
By who?

Well, that's what
we're trying to work out.

Can you tell us where you were
between 10:00 and 11:00

this morning?

I-I was here.

You didn't go to visit
your brother?

No.

Does anyone else
drive the car?

Um, just my husband,
and he's in England on business.

I'm sorry, Lily,

but we have evidence
that you did see your brother.

So we're going to have to place
you under arrest.

-For what?
-Assault.

Assault?
You think I assaulted Alfie?

This is crazy.

Lily Klein,
I'm arresting you for

grievous bodily harm
with intent.

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...

This is your car entering

and leaving the caravan park
this morning.

Okay.

I went to see Alfie.

But I didn't lay a finger
on him.

I heard you two haven't
been getting on too well.

Well, since your dad died.

Well, we weren't exactly best
mates before he died either.

Oh? Why?

Alfie and my dad
never got on.

Never saw eye-to-eye.

And Alfie was always
very jealous

of my relationship
with my father.

Okay.

So, what happened when
you went round this morning?

We had a talk, and when I
left, Alfie was absolutely fine.

He was.

-I am not a liar.
-Oh, really?

Because you were adamant that
you did not see your brother

this morning.

If that is not a lie,
I don't know what is.

What did you and Alfie
talk about?

Family business.

The fact that
your dad left you everything

and him nothing?

Private family business.

Look, I didn't assault
my brother.

I swear.

Here.

-That makes no sense.
-What do you mean?

It was Alfie who was left out
of the will, not Lily.

So if anyone was angry
enough to commit assault,

it should have been him.

Yeah.

Maybe Alfie was having a go at
Lily and she lost her temper.

-Yeah.

-Sorry, Sarge.
-No, it's okay.

I'm going to call the hospital
and see how Alfie's doing.

Yeah?

Hi. It's me. Give me a
call when you get this.

I'm in The Commodore,
Port Devine.

You are joking me.

Another drink?
On the house?

Please.

Tap water?
Bet you didn't see that coming.

Large glass of rosé,
please, love.

I've had a terrible morning.

Is everything alright,
Mrs. Klein?

Oh, Mrs. Dunlop.
You haven't heard?

My Alfie's in hospital.

Someone broke into his caravan
and assaulted him.

No!
Is Alfie going to be okay?

He's battered and bruised,
but the doctor's saying

that he'll make
a full recovery.

-Thank heavens for that.

What's all this in need of?

A church jumble.
The hall was flooded.

What's that painting?

As you know,
art is my sujet specialise.

Yeah.

Must say, I was down
to have a peek myself.

I suspect that you may have
seen this before, Mrs. Klein.

I have a
strong suspicion it was painted

by your ex-husband.

Really?

God rest his soul.

Where did you get this?

Lily gave it me
for the jumble.

-Well, she had no right.
-Why not?

Because --
Because it's a family heirloom.

I'll take that.

Oh, uh, I don't think so.

This was donated fair
and square.

Ladies, I'm sure there's an
amicable way to sort this out.

Lois Dunlop, I have had
the day from hell.

Either you give me
this painting --

Or what?

I'll make you.

Can we keep it down here,
folks?

Why don't you give
the painting to me?

-Stay out of this!
-Take the painting.

What is going on here?

Hello, Callum.

Do you know this fella?

Of course I do.

He's my dad.

Marlene.

I was so sorry
to hear about Barry.

Thanks.

Well, you look
a million times better than

when I saw you last.

I feel fine. I don't understand
why I can't go home.

Probably because
you were out cold for so long.

Um...so, what happened, Alfie?

Honestly, Marlene,
I can't remember.

Did you have any visitors
at your place this morning?

No.
No, I was home alone.

Really?

That's strange, because your
sister, Lily, has admitted

that she went round to see you.

Your neighbours heard shouting.

I had my noise-cancelling
headphones on.

I didn't even hear her knock.

She thought I
was deliberately ignoring her.

So, Lily what?
Um, lost her temper?

I suppose.

And then you argued,
and then she assaulted you?

Yes, we argued,

but that's the last thing
I remember, honestly.

So...

you're telling me that you
don't know how you got injured?

That's still a total blank.

What did the two of you
argue about?

The usual,
you know, dad's will.

How totally unfair it was.

-Fighting?
-Wasn't really a fight.

More of a fracas,
spirited disagreement.

Are you going to take
any further action, officer?

I don't believe
that this is a police matter.

Alright, come on, Dad.
I need a word outside.

Dad?
You're Callum's Dad?

So that explains
the psychic part.

It was only a bit of fun.

Right.
Come on, then.

Um, any news?

How about you know what.

No.
Not yet.

We'll let you know as soon
as we hear.

Okay.

Come on then.

We have a policy
on fighting in this pub.

Oh, yes?
Well, what is it?

Zero tolerance.
One strike and you're out.

What does that mean?

You're both barred.

Has mummy thrown you out?

Again.

She's really angry.

I met this fella,

and he said he could publish
my poems in a proper book.

All I needed to do
was give him £5,000.

Don't tell me.

You didn't have £5,000,
but mummy did.

In our rainy-day fund.

How long do you
need to stay for?

All depends on how
long it takes her to forgive me.

I'll be back after work.

Don't burn the house down.

Everything alright with you?

Fine. No drama.

Your mother told me
that you and Jo split up.

Water under the bridge.

Nothing else
strange or startling?

Nope, nothing.

I'll see you later.
I have to get back to work here.

My mother fighting?

What about?

-A painting by Oliver Klein.

Lily donated it to your mom
for her jumble sale.

Diane was demanding
she give it back.

Hmm.
That's very interesting.

I'd like a word
with your mother.

You're not the only one.

I was cleaning Lily's
place this morning,

just like I always used to do
for her dear dead father.

Now, he was a lovely man.

Even though I never
really took to his desperate,

so-called abstract art.

So...you were cleaning.

Aye. Aye.

Well, I arrived
on the dot of 10:00, as usual,

and a man was leaving.

Lily was saying goodbye to him
at the door.

And I'll tell you what --
her face was like thunder.

And then she went out
for a while.

-How long for?
-Mm, three-quarters of an hour.

And when she came back,
she handed me the painting

and said it was only fit
for the jumble.

The bus gets in at 6:00 if
you're still okay to meet them.

It'd be my pleasure.

And I've booked a table
for dinner.

All family together.

Oh, that'll be nice.

-Where are we going?
-The Commodore.

Mm-hmm.
Um...

Well, now,
that might be a-a problem.

I have been barred.

Honestly, mother,

the first time you stepped
foot in the place in 30 years.

Yeah, cheers, thanks.

Guys, the tech team got me
into Lily Klein's phone.

Her texts reveal that she
set up a meeting this morning

at half-9:00 at her place.

Just before she went round
to her brother's?

So, sorry,
who was this meeting with?

A Gordon Preston.

He's an art appraiser
from Belfast.

He's just after saying
that he valued one of

Oliver Klein's paintings
for Lily.

The only problem is,
he decided it was a fake.

He says it's worth nothing.

Well, that explains
why Lily gave

an Oliver Klein painting to Lois
for the jumble sale.

Maybe that's what Lily
and Alfie were fighting about.

Mm-hmm.
Well, let's go and ask her.

Mrs. Dunlop told us
you were saying goodbye

to a man on the doorstep.

So, we've done our research.

His name is Gordon Preston
and he is an art appraiser.

He told me my father's
painting was a fake.

And you decided
Alfie was responsible?

It must have been him.

Alfie was a talented artist
before he decided he would

never live up to his father
and gave it all up.

What did Alfie say
when you accused him?

He swore it had nothing
to do with him.

When your mother found out
you had given the painting away,

she flipped out
and demanded it back.

She told Lois it was
a family heirloom.

My mother always hated
that painting.

She said it was dull
and derivative.

-So why did she flip out?
-I don't know.

Because she knew it was Alfie
who produced the fake.

I wouldn't be at all surprised
if they were in this together.

She would do anything
to protect her precious son.

Thank you for
helping us this evening.

What was Betty Harlow saying?

She wants me to pass
on a message

to the nice young
police constable.

-Ryan?
-Yeah, Ryan.

With some flowers.

Anyway, so, what?

Your dad just turned up
out of the blue?

That's him all over.

Only gets in contact
when he needs something.

Oh, here's
me complaining about my dad,

and you've just lost Barry.

-I'm sorry.
-Stop it.

Life goes on, Callum.

-Here, um, give me one minute.
-Mm-hmm.

-Right?
-This is kind.

You offering me a lift?

Well, um,
I do have an ulterior motive.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.
Look, Alfie, you and I --

we've known each other
a long time,

and I think you need to trust me

and tell me the truth about why
Lily was so angry this morning.

Was it to do with
the painting?

You know about that?

Yeah, we do.

She got it wrong, Marlene.
I didn't fake it.

So who did?

Well, how should I know?

Alright, Granny?

How's my number-one
grandson?

Only grandson, you mean.

Good to see you, Lois.

And you, love.

Right, this is the part
where you two hug.

Hear mom's buying us
dinner at that Commodore place.

Oh.
Well, um, that's the plan, yes.

Is there a problem
with that or...

Oh, no, no.
No problem as such.

He's winding you up, Lois.

Dad told us you'd
been barred for fighting.

Start at the beginning
and don't leave anything out.

Before she married
Oliver Klein,

Diane worked in London for a
few years as a picture restorer.

Does that mean she's
capable of faking a painting?

I don't know,

but it must mean
that she is a person of interest

to our investigation.

You're right.
Have a word with her.

Yeah.

You actually do?

Diane?

I presume this was the fake?

-Where's the original?
-I sold it.

Diane Klein, I'm arresting you
for theft and forgery.

Sweetheart,
do you think you were

maybe a wee bit harsh
on Mrs. Dunlop and Mrs. Klein?

I'd bar two men from this place
if they were fighting.

I know, but it's not
as if any bones were broken.

I mean,
I suppose I was a bit upset

after what the solicitor said.

Am I allowed to ask?

If Callum is the baby's daddy,
I basically have no rights.

Yeah, that's tough.

I'm so sorry, Clint.

This is all just...complicated.

Hey, love, come here.
We will be fine.

See what youse have?
That's what I want.

And you could have, maybe,
with young Ryan.

Wait.
You're seeing Ryan?

Since when?

And how come Clint knows
and I don't?

Because.

Well, it's just
not that serious.

It's been coming back to me.

When me and Lily were arguing.

A vase went flying, and the
water went all over the floor.

So I reckon I've slipped
on that after Lily had gone.

Cracked my head on the way down.

So you weren't assaulted?

I really don't think so, no.

So, when Lily turned up
all guns blazing,

accusing you of faking
the painting...

I knew.

Straightaway.

It had to be my mom that did it.

Lily was my husband's
favourite.

Alfie was always useless
with money,

just couldn't hang on to it.

Drove Oliver mad.

It was Alfie who found Oliver
collapsed on the seafront,

rang 999.

Turns out it was
terminal cancer.

From that day
to the day he died,

Alfie looked after Oliver.

The boy was a saint.

And still, Alfie got nothing
in the will?

Toward the end,
Oliver saw sense,

told me he was
changing his will.

Splitting everything
50/50 between Alfie and Lily.

So, what happened?

I suppose he died
before he got round to it.

So you decided
to even things up a bit?

A bit?

15,000 is hardly
what Alfie should have gotten.

But it's a start.

Who did you sell
the original painting to?

The sort of person you
don't talk to the police about.

You can ask, but there's no way
I'm telling you.

And did Alfie know
what you were up to?

No.

There's no way
I wanted him involved in this.

I swear it.

Your mother's convinced

that your dad had decided
to write a new will.

I, um...

I don't know anything
about that.

It was Alfie who was looking
after dad towards the end.

You didn't see your dad
at all?

Well,
not as much as I wanted to.

I have two children.

Such a shame your dad
never wrote that new will.

Would have saved
so much heartache.

Lily is asking
to see her mother.

I have a feeling

she needs to unburden
herself about something.

Like what?

I think there was
a second will.

Even so,
let's stick to procedure.

I do not want
Lily Klein seeing her mother.

Nearly ready?

Kids are meeting us at the pub
with your mom.

I'll meet you there.
I won't be long.

Ryan.
-Mm-hmm?

I bumped into
Betty Harlow at the hospital.

What's all this about
someone using

her credit card to send
me flowers?

Sorry. Um, the boss asked me
not to say anything, so...

About what?

The flowers that were delivered
to The Commodore last night.

They were addressed to you
from Shelley.

Who's Shelley?

Um, no -- no one.

And the inspector ordered you
to keep that from me?

Yeah. She said
you'd been through

enough upset for one day.

Did she?

Callum...

can you bring Diane Klein
to the interview room, please?

Why?

Uh, because
her daughter wants to see her.

-But the boss said --
-Never mind what the boss said.

I'm giving you an order.

Five minutes tops,
and I'll be right here.

-Okay.
-Thanks, Marlene.

I'm sorry you're in this mess.

I feel partly responsible.

I know that look from
when you were a child.

You're feeling guilty.

Well...yeah.

Maybe I should have tried
to split the inheritance.

-What did you do?
-I'm so sorry.

But dad wasn't in
his right mind.

You know he wasn't.

Wasn't in his right mind
when he did what?

It wasn't even a proper will.

It was just a scrawl
on a piece of paper.

It never would
have stood up in --

I asked you, what did you do?

I tore it up.

I should kill you.

-Aaaah!
-Stop! Stop!

-No, come, stop!
-Enough!

Sergeant, what on earth
is going on here?

I really am not sure
about this.

I mean, me
sitting in a drinking den.

Fine. Don't come in.

I actually admire
the fact you don't care

what people think about you.

What do you mean?

Means people think
you have been barred.

Oh, no. Nicole Devine rang me
and said she changed her mind.

Well, let's prove
the gossipers wrong.

Walk in there with your head
held high.

Why do I get
the feeling the two of youse

are actually enjoying this?

Oh, here they are.
Nicole, meet the kids.

This is Chloe, and this is Ross.

Hello, Chloe. Hello, Ross.

Good to see you, Lois.
Welcome back.

Thanks for being
so understanding

about what
happened earlier.

No problem.
We all make mistakes.

So it's forgotten, yes?

-Mm-hmm.
-There she is.

Port Devine's
very own Mike Tyson.

Start talking, Sergeant.

Okay. Why didn't you tell me
about the flowers?

That is not the issue here.

I told you not to put
those women together.

Oh, we've always bent
the rules here in Port Devine.

Well, not anymore.
Look how that ended.

In violence.
-That was a one-off!

The real issue here, Sergeant,
is I give you a direct order,

and you defied me.

Why?

Well, becau--

Why?

I don't know.

I honestly don't know.
I...

I don't even know
what I'm doing here.

Oh, Marlene, this is grief.

Come here.

I can't believe he's gone.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, your boyfriend's here.

Would you leave
the girl alone?

Ryan, come here.

Oh! Young love --
there's nothing like it.

Do you remember
when we got together?

Oh, how could I forget?
Best 72 hours of my life, girl.

Don't tell the whole world.

-Hiya, son.
-Ah. Uh, Ryan, meet my dad.

-Oh, what about you?
-Seamus McCarthy.

Delighted to meet you.

You in the chair, son?
I could go a wee whiskey.

Ah, how did I know
you were going to say that?

You must have
inherited your dad's gift, then.

What happened
in the interview room,

I have no choice
but to formally report it.

Yeah, I know that.

But if you were
to sign yourself off sick,

take a bit of time,
I'm sure I can sort it out.

Yeah.

No, I will.
I will take some time.

I just need to get away.

I need to get out of
Port Devine,

because everywhere I look,
I see Barry.

Well, no, I wasn't
suggesting that you --

I was the one
who made this town home for me.

And now he's gone,

there's no reason
for me to stay.

Well, where would you go?

I don't know.

Far away.

I might not even bother
coming back, Eve.

Tell me
why you split up with Jo.

Your mother said you were
head over heels.

Oh, we didn't see eye-to-eye
about something.

Something pretty fundamental.

Might it be the fact
that Nicole over there

might be carrying your child?

So you know?

Have you not heard
I'm psychic?

How do you feel
about the prospect?

Scared.

Excited.

Confused.

It's a complicated situation.

Yeah.

But me, Nicole, and Clint --
we've straightened things out

and we're all on
the same page, so...

Sure about that?

Are you going to tell
Mom and Dad

what's been going on at school?

No, I'm not.

You're not to be saying
anything either, okay?

She must think
I was born yesterday.

Right, must
get back to the going-on.

What happened to us
supporting each other?

That's what we're doing.

So why didn't you tell me you
were going to see the solicitor?

Because it was no big deal.

No big deal?

This is my child
we're talking about.

We don't know that yet.

There's every possibility
that the baby could be Clint's.

I'm sorry.
I, um, couldn't help myself.

What?

Jenny from the GP practice
just dropped this off.

Baby's Callum's.