All language subtitles for Hope.Street.S02E02.720p.WEB.iP.x264-PGW

Mr McManners?

Mr McManners, is that you?

Mr McManners?!

That's a bullet hole.

Would this have something to do with
all the calls he was getting?

What calls?

Mr McManners!

It's Finn O'Hare.
I need you to open the door!

I'd like to make sure you're OK!

I definitely saw someone in there.

OK, if you don't open the door,
I'm going to have to break it down.

Hold your horses!

You were the same as a schoolboy,
O'Hare - impatient and impulsive.

Mr McManners.

Are you going to tell me
what's going on?

I was expecting rural crime
to be all stolen sheep

and over-churned butter,
but attempted murder?!

Relax, Columbo.

I mean, a shot's been fired,
but we don't know anything else.

Yeah. Fired at your old headmaster!

He still makes me feel like
I'm 12 years old.

Yeah. What's he saying?

Well, Niamh says he's been getting
nuisance phone calls,

but of course he's making out that

we're making a load of fuss
over nothing. Right.

Well, doesn't look like
nothing to me.

Here. Take a wee cup of tea
for your nerves, eh?

Mr McManners?

This is our new colleague from CID,
Detective Constable Quinn.

He'll be heading up
the investigation.

There's no need for all this fuss.

Can you tell us what happened?

When?

When someone fired a gunshot
through your front door.

There was a man.

Probably an accident.

Did you recognise him?

Of course I didn't!

Eugene. Do you think you could
give us a description?

What are you two doing here?

Don't look at me. Niamh told me
Eugene had been shot at.

He was, er, in his late sixties.

Thin. Baldy.
Mean-looking fella.

And what was he wearing?

Checked shirt... pale trousers.

And you've been receiving nuisance
calls? Are you being harassed?

I... Who told you that?

My daughter Niamh.

Oh, that was nothing.

Yeah, they, they'd call
and, er, hang up.

Same people behind
the anonymous letters, I'm sure.

You've been receiving letters?
Well, have you still got them here?

I threw them out.

I've been on the receiving end
of childish pranks for years.

That's all this is.

Look, I think we should continue

this conversation
down at the station.

Is that necessary?
Yes!

What's your man's problem?

Take no offence,
he's just a bit odd.

Has he got mental health issues
or anything?

Like dementia or something?

His mind is as sharp as his tongue.

One minute he can't remember
what the gunman looks like,

the next minute he's giving you
a detailed description.

Which, by the way, sounds very much
like your friend Barry Pettigrew.

Do Eugene and Barry get on?

No. They certainly don't.

OK. The neighbours are mad keen
to point out

that Gregory Saunders
lives next door.

And?

Well, me and Marlene were called up
here when you were off, boss.

And Gregory and Eugene were
shouting the odds. What about?

Well, Gregory was demanding that
Eugene cut down one of his trees,

Eugene was telling him where to go.

Marlene had to threaten to
arrest them both.

Does this Gregory seem like
the sort of fella

who'd shoot at someone, though?

He has some registered shotguns
for hunting.

But sure, I mean,
a shot from one of those

would have taken the window
out of the door.

Doesn't mean he couldn't have other
firearms which he hasn't registered.

OK. Let's have a word.

We're doing IVF.

We've gone private.

The sooner I can have my eggs
harvested,

the sooner they can be implanted
into a surrogate.

A surrogate? Well, who's
going to carry the baby?

Well, Marlene did offer ...

Marlene?! Yeah, I know!

I think she had
a rush of blood to the head.

But, you know, it did get me
thinking about the whole idea.

And well, you know, we've got
more than enough cash, obviously,

so we're going down
the professional route.

Dr Smith wants to see me.

Oh, don't tell me
you've killed another patient.

Very funny.

I bet knowing my luck,
she probably wants to tell me

my services are no longer required.
Oh, don't be daft.

They're lucky to have you.

I only signed up at the surgery
on a temporary contract.

After Finn's accident.

I'm guessing...

..they can't afford to keep me on.

Maybe it's time
I went back to the big city.

Nonsense. Port Devine is your home.

You'd be lost without us.

So what does this Gregory hunt?

Pheasants, mostly,
but it's illegal this time of year.

Inspector O'Hare.
What can I do for you?

Mr Saunders, this is my colleague
Detective Constable Quinn.

Are you aware there's been

an incident at Eugene McManners'
property?

What sort of incident?

Beautiful dogs.

A shot was fired.

I'm only just out of bed.

Had a late night.

Is Eugene OK?
He hasn't been injured.

Tell me, Mr Saunders, have you
recently bought any new firearms

that you haven't got around to
registering? No.

I've three shotguns for hunting.
They're all registered.

And did you see or hear anything
out of the ordinary this morning?

No.

Maybe your CCTV might have
picked something up?

Did you hear the latest?

Somebody took a pot shot
at The General.

Mr McManners? For shame!

Is he still breathing?
No, he's fine.

Our Niamh found him.
Barricaded in his own home.

PHONE VIBRATES

Marlene?

Probably someone wanting revenge

for him killing his wife
and stepdaughter.

Mr McManners didn't murder anyone!

I'll get my bag
and be straight over.

Right. Marlene wants me
to give Eugene the once-over.

Please send him our best.
See ya.

They never found the bodies.

That argument with Gregory Saunders
about the tree?

He doesn't want it cut down because
that's where the bodies are buried.

You still holding a grudge
because he expelled you from school?

It wasn't my fault the gym
got flooded.

Well, not entirely.

I hear there's been some bad blood
between you and Mr McManners.

Something about a tree?

It needs cutting down,
before it falls into my garden.

I asked politely,
Eugene point-blank refused.

So now it's in the hands
of my solicitor.

Well, thank you for your help,
Mr Saunders.

He wasn't too keen to hand over
that CCTV footage.

Certainly gave himself enough time
to delete it. Mmm.

So what's all this beef
between Eugene McManners

and Barry Pettigrew?

Well, 30 years ago,

Eugene lost his wife
and stepdaughter in an accident.

Car went off the road in a bad storm
into the sea.

Barry was the investigating officer.

What, did Eugene expect Barry to
jump into the waves and save them?

No.

But he did expect him
to find the bodies.

Barry never did.

Callum, see if
your computer-geek mate

could retrieve the data off that.
Download Dave?

Yeah, if anyone can, it's him.
I'll drop it round. Cheers, man.

Well? How does it feel?

Absolutely superb.

Hey, don't you go falling for me

like the last detective
who sat here.

LAUGHS

Too soon?

Wee bit.

Callum, any updates?

CSI are examining Eugene's house.

They reckon the hole was made by a
9mm pistol or a similar sized rifle.

But they haven't retrieved
the bullet yet.

Really? Well, surely it's
somewhere inside Eugene's house.

Has Barry Pettigrew
got any access to firearms?

Well, he was an Inspector
in the RUC.

Every retired officer who wants a
personal protection weapon has one.

What sort of gun?

A Glock 9mm pistol.

Look, I'm not accusing
your Uncle Barry of anything.

I'm just trying to give him
the same legal protections

as I'd give to everyone else.

An opportunity to rule himself
out of the enquiry.

I'll call and ask him to pop in.

DOOR OPENS

Hey! Hey!

So, how's Eugene?

Well, he was at the surgery
last week for a check-up.

Fit as a fiddle. And today?

He's different.

Lost. Broken.
Talking a lot about the past.

What, like dementia?

No. No, more like...trauma.

I want to go home.

When it's safe,
I'll bring you back over, OK? Hmph.

I hear you have an issue with
your neighbour Gregory Saunders.

He's got an issue with me!

Demanding I cut down
a perfectly good tree.

And have you fallen out over it?

I wouldn't say so.

He told me his opinion,
I told him mine.

And the letters and phone calls
you've been receiving.

Are they related to
the tree dispute?

I've told you those calls
and letters are from...

..immature pranksters.

And how long have they
been going on for?

A week or so.

Since the newspaper article
came out.

What article?

It was the 30th anniversary of the
death of my wife and stepdaughter.

A reporter talked to me about it.

I said my piece.

Told her how Barry Pettigrew

spent his time
accusing me of murder

instead of searching
for their bodies!

Mr McManners, that is not fair.
Isn't it?

The gossips had a field day.

Have you had any further issues
with Barry

since the article was published?
Sure.

Just yesterday I ran into him
near the lighthouse.

He told me I'd be sorry about it!

Does it mention Uncle Barry by name?

No. They've avoided being done
for libel.

Right. You'll be staying with
Mrs O'Hare until we sort this out.

I'd rather go home.

Come on, this way.

By the way, I'm going to start
taking bookings again

on that front bedroom.

Where am I going to sleep?
At your own house.

The one where your wife
and kids live.

Ach, now it's not that simple, Ma.
Seems very simple to me.

You're over your accident, and
Siobhan has finished her treatment.

It's time for a fresh start.
So when are you taking bookings?

No time like the present.

Great.

Eugene!

What have you been accusing me of?!

Right, Mr McManners, come along.

There you go.

Come on, Barry,
let's have a wee word.

Eugene and I,
we were old pals, yeah.

I used to spend time with Sandra
and Cathy.

You never saw a mother
and daughter look more alike.

Cathy was...

She was a lovely girl, but...

..she was a live wire.

And that Eugene,
he just couldn't handle her.

Where were you between seven
and half eight this morning?

I went for a long walk.

Over the fields,
out by Bally Mountain.

And did you bump into anyone?
No. I didn't.

So there's no-one to corroborate
my account.

Did you take your pistol with you?

My personal protection weapon,
you mean?

Of course not!

When's the last time you saw
Mr McManners before today?

Yesterday evening,
down by the harbour.

We had words. About what?

Something he said
in a newspaper article.

Yeah, we read that.

Well, then, you'll know
how unfair it was.

I did everything I could
to find those two poor souls.

And to this day,
I'm heartsick that I failed.

Barry, we are going to have to
check your ammunition.

You'll find all 50 police issue
rounds present and correct.

I'm pleased to say
I haven't fired that gun in years.

Skiving?

Al's satisfied that Uncle Barry's
ammunition is accounted for.

Well, that's good news, at least.
Yeah.

Have you spoken to Clint recently?

What's he done now?
Nothing, just...

I just wondered
if he'd mentioned anything about

him and Nicole having a baby?

Just that they can't conceive
naturally.

OK.

What's up?

Er...

Right, so last week,
Nicole was so upset,

so I mentioned that she might have
a kid through surrogacy.

The next thing I know, she's
thanking me for the use of my womb.

You? As a surrogate?

Cheers!

You are full of surprises, Marlene.

What do you mean?

Well, you do like to keep
your private life private.

I like to keep my private life
private? Do you know ...

..that's what Leila said
when I told her I was gay.

Nice to know you two have been
gossiping about me.

Leila and I never discussed
your sexuality.

Obviously, I always thought
you might be, but...

Why haven't you...?

Before?

I just don't want to be
defined by it, Finn.

You know, "the lesbian cop".
Yeah. I get that.

Siobhan says that Nicole

has made other arrangements
for the surrogacy.

You actually want to do it?

No! Of course not.

No.

I just don't understand why
she'd change her mind

and not tell me.
You could always just ask her.

Yeah, you're right, I could.

Thanks, Finn.

See you later? See you later, mate.

CHIME

My mate recovered the CCTV
from Gregory Saunders' hard drive.

Mm-hmm? What time did Eugene say
the shot was fired?

Er, 0745.

Right, here we go.

Can you see the driver?

No.

But you can make out
the number plate. Yup.

How long was that car there for?

A few minutes.

What you can't see is
if the driver gets out

and fires a shot through
Eugene's front door. OK.

TYPING

It's registered to an Ian Perry.

Date of birth, 4th January, 1989.

Any convictions?

Yup! Aggravated burglary.

Seven years ago.

Give Automatic Number Plate
Recognition a bell.

Get them to put out a live alert
on that car, right? Yup. On it.

Good lad.

DOOR OPENS

Hello, stranger.
Where have you been hiding?

Ah, just been busy, you know,
doing police stuff.

Have you found out
who shot at Mr McManners yet?

We're working on it.

Clint reckons it's one of
his dead wife's relatives,

back to claim revenge.

We are investigating
all probable lines of inquiry.

So, er, what's all this?

Professional surrogates.

In here is the wonderful woman
who will carry our child.

I just have to cherry-pick
the right one.

Thanks a billion, babe,
for giving me the idea!

Er, so you don't want me to do it?

No, of course not. Oh...

These women are amazing!
This one's 28

and has a Masters' Degree
in Humanities. Wow.

And this one is a professional
gymnast, has a degree.

Is only 24! Plays piano
and speaks four languages.

It's ideal. Oh, excuse me, babe.

Ah. She's been showing you
the catalogue, then?

She certainly has, yeah.

I thought you were going to
do it for us. No.

That was just a moment of madness.

Shame.

This is all...so impersonal.

Would have been nice to
go through it with a mate.

Finn said I'd find you in here.

We've got a location on a car.
What car?

I'll tell you on the way.

There it is.

Uniform, Uniform,

we need the ARU at Devine Point
on Seacoast Road.

RADIO: That's all received.

Are you the owner of this vehicle?
Yes.

Can I see your driver's licence?

Fiona Mathers? That's me.

You're not the registered
owner of this car.

I bought it yesterday in Belfast,
from a man, Ian Perry?

On the database as uninsured.

I haven't sorted that yet.

I... I'm just here
on a driving holiday.

When did you get to Port Devine?

This morning.

Do you mind if we take a look
inside the vehicle?

What's this about?

A shot was fired at an elderly man

around the time your vehicle

was seen entering his property
on Kirksham Road.

He was shot? He's fine.

What were you doing there?

Er, I got lost.

Ended up doing a U-turn
in someone's yard.

Do you mind if I search your car?

You think I did it?

I...I've never held a gun
in my life!

Search the car, please.

Did you see anyone else
at the property?

As I was driving out,
a man was walking in.

Er, he had two dogs with him,
and a gun-shaped bag on his back.

Can you describe him?
I didn't get a good look.

I'd recognise the dogs, though.
Two lovely red setters.

It's an offence to drive
without insurance.

We're going to have to report that,
so get it insured right away.

Then can you call into
Hope Street police station

and give us a witness statement?
No worries. Thank you. Thanks.

Gregory Saunders
has two red setters.

He lied when he told us
he was asleep.

An eyewitness puts you
outside the victim's house

around the time the shot was fired.

That same witness says you were
carrying a gun-shaped bag.

Your property is being searched
right now.

I didn't...

I didn't shoot at Eugene!

Well, have you been making
any phone calls to your neighbour?

What?!

Eugene's been getting
nuisance calls.

That's nothing to do with me!

You know we recovered
your CCTV footage?

SIGHS

OK.

I was out this morning.

Shooting pheasants.

Out of season? You know
that's a criminal offence, right?

Yes. But I only have shotguns,
and I never went near Eugene!

But I did hear him shouting.

And the noise that I know now
must have been a shot.

What was he shouting?

Ach, I don't know.
Just gibberish.

He was at it yesterday evening too.

Yesterday evening? What time?

About seven o'clock.

Just heard him screaming
and shouting, "Go away!"

Honestly, I think Eugene's
losing his mind.

Callum, take a look
at Gregory Saunders' CCTV.

See if it caught anything around
1900 hours yesterday evening. Yeah.

CSI found the bullet.

Where?

Well, it was strange
it wasn't inside the house, right?

Al suggested they check outside,

after Gregory's claim that Eugene
had been shouting, "Go away!" And?

And...they found it embedded
in a tree opposite Eugene's door.

The trajectory proves that
it came from inside the house.

What does that mean? It means
he was telling us a pack of lies!

Well, where are you going?
I'm going to have a word with him!

Go with him.

Boss!

Boss, will you slow down?

Boss!

Eugene, I need you to tell me
what really happened this morning.

We know the shot came from
inside your house.

You got an explanation for that?
I lied.

SHOUTS: Do you want me
to arrest you? Charge you with

perverting the course of justice?
Finn! That's enough!

Why don't you tell me the truth?

Sorry.

I can't.

You'll get me locked up.

Well, you might be
getting locked up anyway.

Eugene McManners, I am arresting
you on suspicion of attempted murder

and the possession of a firearm
with intent to endanger life.

You do not have to say anything
but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention
when questioned something...

DOOR SHUTS

I take it she never made
the shortlist, then? No!

Surrogates are so selfish!

I mean, as the mother I have a right
to ask for some basic requests.

Course you do!
They seem to think I'm controlling.

Are these the requests?

Absolutely no alcohol consumption,
smoking or drugs.

100%, babe!

In addition, I'll provide you with
a dietary plan

for the entire gestation period,
an exercise plan, a sleep plan...

I mean, it's a bit...comprehensive.

I'm not asking for anything that
I don't wish I could do myself.

I mean, they've all turned me down!

What are we going to do?

Come here. It's all right.

We'll find someone.

That tourist you spoke to...

Fiona Mathers?

When did she say she arrived
in Port Devine?

Er, this morning.

So what was her car doing outside
Eugene's at 1913 yesterday evening?

According to Gregory Saunders,
Eugene was shouting at someone

to leave him alone.
It must be this Fiona.

So she calls round yesterday
and Eugene tells her to clear off.

Mmm. She comes back this morning
and he fires a shot at her?

Found the rifle.

Where was it?

Under Eugene's bed.

Says he fired at a trespasser.

Yeah, it was Fiona Mathers.
The Australian tourist.

Claimed she'd only arrived
in town this morning.

But she was actually up at Eugene's
yesterday as well.

So why would she lie?

I do not know.

Callum, you look into her.

I'll interview Eugene again.

It was my brother's.

He's been dead ten years.

They're all dead.

My whole family.

Eugene.

Are you ready to tell us
what really happened?

Yesterday evening...

I heard a noise, outside.

I looked out the window.

Saw a woman staring back at me.

Did you know her?

Yes.

But it was impossible.

Who was it?

Sandra.

My wife.

Looking like she did
the day she died.

You saw your dead wife?
I know it sounds insane.

I shouted at her to get away.

She just stared.

I ran upstairs,
put my head under the pillows.

Stayed like that all night.

And this morning?

I thought I'd dreamt it all.

Then, I was sitting in my living
room, eating my porridge.

Looked up,
and there she was again.

Outside.

And then she starts
banging on my front door.

I grabbed the gun.

I only meant to frighten her away,

but it went off in my hand.
Scared the life out of me.

Eugene, does the name Fiona Mathers
mean anything to you?

No. Marlene...

..am I going mad?

Sandra is the spit of Fiona Mathers.

Remember Barry said that Cathy
was the image of her ma?

I think that Fiona
is Eugene's stepdaughter.

You think that Cathy's still alive?!

I think it's possible.

PHONE VIBRATES

Hello?

The dodgy letters might have been
kids messing around,

but Eugene's phone log

shows that the nuisance calls
were from Australia.

That's where "Fiona's" from.

Well, it says here Cathy was
declared dead 23 years ago.

CSI have just confirmed
that the fingerprint they lifted

off Eugene's front door was a match
for his stepdaughter, Cathy Doyle.

I'll circulate her description
and the index of the vehicle.

Well, why would she come back now?

Might have something to do with
the 30-year anniversary?

Al, today, where we met her?
Mm-hmm?

It's near the scene of the accident.

There's a memorial there for Cathy
and her mum, Sandra.

Let's go.

Er, hello again.

Sorry I haven't made it
to the police station yet.

Are you Catherine Doyle?

I used to be.

30 years ago.

Where's your mum, Cathy?

She died in the accident.

I tried to save her,
but I couldn't.

I'm sorry.
I have to do this.

Catherine Doyle,

you're under arrest for fraud
by false representation.

I had a boyfriend who helped me
get to Australia on a fake passport.

I've been there ever since.

Why have you come back?

I saw an article online.

The 30th anniversary.

Poor Eugene still had no closure.

I tried calling him. but I kept...

..bottling out
and putting the phone down.

I decided that I needed to see
Eugene face to face.

Let him know what happened.

So what did happen,
the night of the accident?

There was a storm.

We were going too fast.

Next thing I knew,
we were in the water.

It was freezing, so dark...

I got my mum out of the car

and tried to drag her to the shore,
but...

..she was already dead.

I had to let go of her
to save myself.

Why did you flee the scene?

Because I caused the accident.

I was driving,
and I'd been drinking.

I killed her!

I killed my own mother.

Catherine Doyle...

..I'm arresting you for
the involuntary manslaughter

of Sandra McManners.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defence
if you do not mention

when questioned something
that you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say
may be given in evidence.

Thank you.

Cathy's alive?

Did...did they hate me
that much they ran away? No.

She confirmed that your wife
died in the accident.

Oh...

Why couldn't Cathy tell me that?

Listen...

Cathy was a kid.

She'd just caused her mother's
death. She panicked.

Sorry I lied to you, Finn.

And I'm sorry for how
I behaved earlier.

It was totally out of order.

I'm beginning to wonder
if I've come back to work too early.

Nonsense.

This town would be lost without you.

I haven't said it,

but I've always been very proud of
the man that you turned out to be.

Can I see Cathy?

Are you sure?

LAUGHS

You didn't have to run away!

I did.

It was my fault, Eugene!
I was driving the car.

Why? Why wasn't your mum driving?

She wasn't feeling well.

I should have been there!

Your mum asked me to collect you
from that party,

but I was too stubborn.

It was my fault.

I'm so sorry.
So am I.

I am the resurrection and the life,
says the Lord:

he that believes in me,
though he were dead,

yet shall he live,

and whosoever lives
and believes in me

shall never die.

Amen.

Thanks, Barry.

You're welcome.

I'm sorry.

Have to put these back on.

Don't be.

First time I've experienced
real peace in 30 years.

So what do you think's going to
happen to me?

I'm no lawyer, but...

..I reckon you and Eugene will
both get a suspended sentence.

The court will recognise that

you should be allowed to
spend some time together.

You've no idea what it's like...

..to spend your life
hiding who you really are.

Being an island.

All those wasted years.

Can I have a wee word?

I have to tell you something.

What?

I'm gay.

No...

What...you knew?

Well, since we were at school.

You were obsessed with
Miss Matthews.

Why didn't you say before?

Because I was scared, in case it
changed how you feel about me.

You're my best friend.

Nothing will ever change that.

Well, would it not be nice to have
your best friend

be your surrogate?
I know you'd rather

a professional...
To tell you the truth,

they all turned me down.

Well, there you go.

I'll do it.

Babe...

Clint will be over the moon!

But, er, why did you suddenly decide
to tell me you're gay?

I'm fed up keeping myself to myself.

Being an island.

You're gay?

Does Barry know?

Er, no, not yet.
My lips are sealed.

Marlene's agreed to be
our surrogate.

Well done you!

You approve?

Of course! Happened all the time
in the old days.

If a girl couldn't look after her
baby, one of the family took over.

I wanted a wee word.

I'm worried Finn
went back to work too soon.

The way he was with Eugene -
I didn't recognise my own son.

I'll keep an eye on him, OK?
I promise.

Thank you.

See you at the pub? Mm-hmm.

CHATTER AND LAUGHTER

Mum.

Mum!

Dad needs somewhere to live.

Can he move back in with us?

Er, of course.

It's your house as well.

All right, I will move back in
on one condition.

Al can stay too.

Well, I can find somewhere else...

Good idea.

Ah, the more the merrier.

Nice one!

Cheers!

For what it's worth, I never
had you down as a lunatic gunman.

You see all them years,
Eugene having a go at me,

I tried not to take it personal.

I mean, I don't know how I'd be

if Marlene was missing,
presumed dead.

She's a remarkable woman,
your stepdaughter.

Nicole's lucky to have her.

Have her as what?
As a surrogate.

She's going to carry Nicole's baby.

Are you sure you're OK with
Nicole's dietary requirements

and exercise plan
and extra-curricular activities?

What?

Well, the professional surrogates

found it all to be a bit...
"controlling".

I have a fully worked-out schedule.
Mmm.

Is there something
you're not telling me?

Er...

Uncle Barry,
let's talk somewhere else.

Why? I'm sure I'm the only one
here who doesn't know!

OK...

MUSIC STOPS

I'm gay!

NEXT SONG STARTS

Uncle Barry!

She's what?

I think you heard me, Clint.

DOOR CLOSES

I think everyone did.

Please, will you...will you stop?

What?

Look, I'm sorry
I can't hide who I am any more.

I don't care that you're gay.

Sure, I've known that for yonks.

So what's wrong?

Are you planning to be a surrogate
for Clint and Nicole?

Yeah.

And I had to hear that
from Concepta O'Hare?!

You didn't think maybe, like,
to discuss that with me?

I...I should have done.

It never even crossed your mind!

See, I tell people that
you're like a daughter to me.

But I don't mean anything to you.

Anything at all.

SHE SOBS