All language subtitles for HS.S03E01.720p.WEB-DL.x264

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

"He's not too fond of soap

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

- You wanted a kid. Here I am.

- Do you want me to go to prison?

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

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

- You going to shoot me, Al?

- Course not.

- Where is he?!

- He's on that boat!

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

- I'm not Finn's mother.

- What?!
- I brought him up,

but he wasn't my baby.

- # ..Never felt so fine

# Never been this happy in your whole
damn life

# You never felt so good

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

# When you're holding me

# Yeah, it's guaranteed... #

I'm Detective Constable Jo Lipton.

- Anyone hurt?

No injuries?

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

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

- Let me see, let me see.

Ahhh...

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

- So close!

- Say "cheese".

Cheese!

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

- Tell me something I don't know
already.

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

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

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

- Me neither.

- Shall we?

- Good luck!

Whoo!

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

- Oh, my goodness.

Papa Delta Eight Two.
Urgent assistance required.

- Sarge, we got to go. Come on.

- Don't look down.

Don't look down, Ma.

- No, I can't watch.

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

- Shut up, stupid.

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

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

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

I did my best for you, son.

- All right, Ma. Ready?

Three, two, one...

- Go on, the Concept!

- A flying Concept.

- Detective Constable Jo Lipton.

- Police Constable Callum McCarthy.

Welcome to your new job in Port
Devine.

It's not usually this lively.

- Lively's good.

- Sergeant Marlene Pettigrew.

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

Callum, was it?

Sorry - only had an eyeliner.

- I'll call it in.

- I bet you weren't expecting

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

- Who was the prisoner?

- Er, Maura Hughes, 33.

Born and bred here.

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

- So where were they taking her?

- Just a routine hospital appointment.

I spoke to the prison officers

and they said the road was blocked by
this tree.

And when they got out to shift it,

your masked man pulled up behind them,

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

We found these.

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

- The weird thing being...

Maura Hughes is getting released in
eight months,

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

It makes absolutely no sense.

- The Range Rover that passed you is
registered

to Paul and Mary Chambers.

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

- How would Control Room know that?

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

when she was getting her highlights
done.

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

- I best behave myself, then.

- Yay!

- Congratulations!

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

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

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

- Finn, not now.

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

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

- Er, Marlene and Callum sent their
apologies.

Something urgent.

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

Listen, what's the holdup?

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

- You're coming home?

- Mind your business, Big Ears.
- Mum?

- I am not having this conversation
here.

Now, go on, the lot of yous.

And don't give me THAT look.

I want Finn home as much as the kids
do.

I love him.

- Well, that's great.

- But I won't have him back

when I'm hiding your secret -

knowing you're not his mother.

I can't even look him in the eye.

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

- Excuse the get-up.

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

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

on this escaped prisoner, Maura
Hughes.

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

Late one night, Maura phoned 999,

told the operator that she'd just
killed Sam Dolan.

- How?

- Hit him over the back of the head.

- Do we know why?

- She was working on his farm,

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

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

Sam Dolan was a horrible man.

Like, I remember when I was a wee
nipper,

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

That was Paul Chambers.

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

Two people have keys to the house.

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

But she's away to Dunfanaghy for a
fortnight.

And the other person is the gardener,
Michael McVeigh.

- Ah...

- What's the big deal with Michael
McVeigh?

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

- And also has a registered firearm.

A shotgun.

- Those burgers smell amazing.

- Help yourself. 100% pure Irish beef.

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

The supermarket gave us a free trolley
full of food.

- Or maybe I fancy candyfloss.

- The whole point of today is to raise
funds

and to get publicity for the museum.

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

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

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

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

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

given that the town is named after us.

- Sorry to interrupt but, Diana,

we need a word.
- Sounds ominous!

- It's about your sister...

- What about her? Tell me.

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

- She's escaped?

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

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

- Grand. There's a murderer on the
loose,

but there's nothing to worry about!

- Can we talk? Somewhere else.

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

- Yeah, sure.

- I remember!

Maura killed that horrible farmer.

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

- Maura was great craic.

- Was she now?!

- Great craic? She killed a man!

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

- Once a killer, always a killer. I'm
going to talk to Finn,

make absolutely sure this situation is
under control.

- Finn'll love that.

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

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

- Leopards don't change their spots.

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

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

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

- You three.

You know what you look like?

- What?

- A family.

- Barry.

Have you seen Michael McVeigh?

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

Who's this young lady?

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

- You recently retired?
- Oh, no.

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

but full marks for flattery! Welcome
to Port Devine.

What do you want with Michael?

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

- Where did you hear that?

- Michael McVeigh.

Yeah, Michael. Thanks for getting back
to me.

Yeah, it IS urgent.

Great, see you there.

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

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

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

Come on!

- Well, that's YOU told!

Here.

What's wrong?

- Am I a terrible person?

- No. Of course not.

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

- Finn loves you.

And nothing you could say or do will
change that.

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

- When did you last see your sister?

- 15 years ago.

On the day she was sentenced.

Maura's always been trouble.

From the day she was born.

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

- I didn't say THAT.

But it's true.

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

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

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

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

And look where that got me.

- Where were you between eight and
ten, Michael?

- Between eight and ten this morning?

I was setting up the tombola. Ask
Barry.

- When was the last time you were

at Paul and Mary Chambers' place,
Michael?

- About a couple of weeks ago.

I look after their garden.

- You got a key to the house?

- Yeah.

- Have you ever driven the Chambers'
Range Rover?

- No. Why would I?

Was it used in the prison break?

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

for the Range Rover?
- No.

Hang on a minute.

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

then nicked their car?

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

so anyone could have got in. Second,

me and Diana, we have no contact with
Maura.

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

- Were you and Diana seeing each other
at the time Sam Dolan was killed?

- We started going out at school.

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

We want nothing to do with her.

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

Can you tell me where it is?

- Of course.

It's being repaired.

Conall O'Gorman's place on Ship
Street.

- That retired police officer...

- Er, Uncle Barry?
- Yeah.

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

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

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

Callum, can you talk to Conall
O'Gorman,

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

On it.

- Hello.
- Hey!

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

- I'm kind of busy.

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

if you need to get away.

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

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

- Can you call me if you need me?

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

- Mm-hm.

Yeah, they went back a long way.

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

- Not a clue.

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

- I'm impressed.

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

How did he manage that?

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

I ended up getting arrested.

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

- And Professional Standards think I'm
a clown.

- You trusted someone - they took
advantage.

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

- Hmm.

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

- I think I just seen Maura Hughes.

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

- Well, what are you waiting for?

She's an escaped murderer! You need to
call the police!

- Ma, what's this about?

- Sit down, son.

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

I'm not your ma.

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

- What?

- Well, I am.

But I didn't give birth to you.

My sister did.

Your Aunt Assumpta.

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

..but it doesn't change a thing,

so there's no need for histrionics.

- Finn?

Are you OK?

- There, I did it.

So you can put your marriage back
together.

And you better get it right this time.

- You knew?

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

- Clint Dunwoody.

Devine-Dunwoody.

- And I'm his wife, Nicole.

- Are you sure it was Maura you saw?

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

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

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

- I didn't see a gun. She seemed...

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

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

- Finn, as soon as I knew,

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

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

- I've never even met Aunt Assumpta.

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

- She was a wild child.

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

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

- That was what my sister wanted.

- So Gus isn't my da?

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

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

- So who is?

- Concepta? He has a right to know.

- I don't see why it matters.

You did fine all this time without a
father figure -

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

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

- Marlene. Yup.

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

- OK, I'll be right there.

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

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

- Excuse me... Excuse me!

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

- She must really like exhilarating
adventure sports

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

- From what?

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

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

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

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

You can search me.

- No! Stop!
- Stop! Police!

- Get out of the way! Stop!

- Ugh!

- Diana!

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

You do not have to say anything,

but I must caution you, if you do not
mention when questioned

something which you later rely on in
court, it may harm your defence.

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

- Why's she done it, Siobhan?

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

- What the...?

Hello?

Now, if you're in here,

I'm obliged to inform you,

I'm an ex-Police Inspector!

- You're Clint's nephew, right?

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

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

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

- It's going to be lit!

- What do you two not want me to know?

Nothing.

- Hm.

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

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

- Yeah, but why?

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

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

- Long after the prison break.

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

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

- And Maura Hughes did a bungee jump?!

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

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

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

like an antique smoothing iron.

Yeah, it's 100 years old.

It wouldn't be worth very much.

- And where is this CCTV from, then?

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

- That's Maura Hughes!

- Why would Maura Hughes want to break
in here?

- And only steal an old iron?

- # You're my Mountains of Mourne My
Islandmagee

# My own Giant's Causeway My sweet
Tandragee

# Lady so lovely, lady so fine

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

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

- Me and Uncle Clint wrote it.

Well, I helped with some of the words.

- That makes a lot of sense!

- They were rehearsing all day
yesterday,

while you were out shopping.
- I LOVE it!

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

# I'll love you from Cloghy to old
Fivemiletown

d

# Lady so lovely, lady so fine

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

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

- Ah, sorry. I forgot.

- Well, get them now.
- Sssh!

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

He's got ages to go yet.

- Ages?

- Shall we?

- Mr McVeigh?

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

for prohibited items,

under Article 3 of the Police Criminal
Evidence Act.

- What?!

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

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

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

- Same size. Same colour.

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

- Michael McVeigh, I'm arresting you

on suspicion of helping a prisoner
escape lawful custody.

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

do not mention, when questioned,

something which you later rely on in
court, it may harm your defence.

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

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

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

- Because it's the murder weapon.

I checked the original postmortem
report from the case files.

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

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

why does Michael McVeigh care?

Fancy a quick bit of role play?

- When don't I?

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

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

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

he's pointing a gun straight at you,
threatening to shoot.

Stand still or I'm going to shoot!

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

..you're over here.
- Yeah.

- All right?
- That's great.

What are you doing in my house? I'm
going to shoot you.

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

This is purely logistics.
- Yeah.

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

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

not opposite him.
- Or...

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

- Michael McVeigh?

- I can't think of a better reason

why he would help Maura dispose of a
murder weapon.

- Nice...

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

- That's what I said.

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

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

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

- You think I killed that farmer?

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

- I wasn't even questioned about that
murder at the time.

- Well, I'm asking you now.

- Do you know why?

Cos I was in Scotland the night Sam
Dolan died.

Check it out.

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

That judge needs pushing off a cliff.

But you'll always be top of my charts.

- Number one? Mm.

Thanks, babe.

- Well, have you heard anything from
Finn?

- No.

- Still, erm,

must feel good getting it off your
chest.

- It wasn't on my chest.

And it was fine just where it was.

- Well, I appreciate your honesty.

And he will too in time.

You've done a brave thing.

- Given I had no choice...

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

And the worst is still to come.

The questions...

- About his mum and dad?

- Ah, look at poor Diana...

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

- Michael's telling the truth.

The night of the murder, he was in
Edinburgh,

onstage playing Algernon in an amateur
production

of The Importance Of Being Earnest.

Whatever that is.

- What about his girlfriend?

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

- Was she with him?

- Doesn't say.

- Why do you ask?

- Because sisterly bonds are very
strong.

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

- Mm-hm.

- You don't have to look after me.

- You're doing me a favour.

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

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

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

Did they find anything?

- I've no idea.

Really.

- You don't think that awful sister of
yours

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

- Maura's not like that.

- After 14 years in that den of
iniquity,

who knows what she's like?

- I know she loves me.

She's kind.

Braver than I could even dream about
being.

Might not fit with what you think you
know.

- Oh, I get it.

I've got a wayward sister of me own,

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

- Sisters have a special bond.

- Yeah.

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

but she'll never break a promise.

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

- You don't have to say it.

I know.

- Almost like you've been expecting
us.

- Always.

- What's she supposed to have done?

- That night...

..15 years ago...

..Maura was so upset...

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

for the work she'd done.

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

Force him to...hand over the cash.

- And when you got to the farm?

- It was me that caused all the
trouble.

I was shouting at Dolan, winding him
up.

- Then what?

- He pulled his gun and fired.

- How many shots?

- Just one.

- I was so scared.

I thought...

..if he fires that gun again, he's
gonna kill my sister.

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

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

- And what object would that be, then?

- You already know.

I hit him...with the iron.

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

- My sister saved my life.

If Diana hadn't have killed Dolan, he
would have killed me.

I know that.

- And what happened next?

- Diana had everything going for her,

she was our parents' favourite.

Going to university, engaged to
Michael.

Then there was me.

What were my prospects?

So, I made a decision.

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

She was in shock.

Didn't need telling twice.

- And Diana left you there?

- Yes.

Just me...

..oh, and him.

And the iron.

I couldn't risk it being tested

in case it proved that Diana had
killed Dolan.

- So, you took it to the museum?

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

And I knew how to get into the museum

because my mum was a volunteer there.

So, I broke into the museum,

stuck it on a shelf and legged it.

Then I found a phone-box, dialled 999.

Told them that I had killed a man.

- What was today all about?

Why break out of prison and steal the
iron?

- That's all down to your Uncle Barry.

We spoke to Barry Pettigrew,

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

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

And as an ex-police officer,

I'm determined to leave no stone
unturned

in investigating these stories.

- So, Maura saw this and panicked.

- She rang Michael last night.

Begged him to break her out.

For Diana's sake.
- What a mess!

- I've gotta take this.

- So, we can charge all three of them.

- Quite a result.
- Hmm.

- Before we charge them,

Maura is very, very keen to see her
sister.

- Is that not against the rules?

- We sometimes do things differently
in Port Devine.

- Diana!

Diana, I am so sorry.

- Why are you sorry?

You gave up 15 years of your life for
me.

- And now I've screwed it all up.

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

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

- Hi. There you are.

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

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

A-a fisherman who saw Al pull his gun
on you.

- Yeah.

I had the Chief Super on the phone
earlier,

telling me I'm in the clear.

- I'm really sorry, Finn.

I'm sorry I doubted you.

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

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

- Oh, sure.

We're only human, right?

- As long as we're still pals.

- I don't know.

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

So, a few of us are going to introduce
Jo

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

Do you fancy it?

- I'll come down later.

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

- OK.

- That song did the trick then, Clint?

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

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

- Thanks again for taking me in.

- Oh, we love having you here.

Where is that coming from?

- I recorded the whole thing.

- You clever boy!

- And I've uploaded it...

- Where to?

- Social media.

You've got 5,000 likes.

You're going viral.
- Fame at last.

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

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

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

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

- Oh, OK.

- So, where's the Inspector?

- He had to nip home.

Well, not "home" home.

He's living at his ma's.

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

- I probably shouldn't say too much.

- No. I suppose not.

- But you know Al who was here before
you?

Siobhan and Al, they were...

- No, they weren't?
- Yeah.

His missus and his best mate.

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

- Wait, you're straight?

- Erm, yeah.

- What's going on there?

- Is that smoke?

- The pub's on fire!

- Everybody back! Come on!

- Over this way.

- Someone's coming out!

Come on! Come on!

- Oh! I thought I'd lost you!

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

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

- Everything's burning.

My heirlooms!

- Do we know if anyone's still inside?

- I think everyone's out.

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

- That's a question for the fire
investigators.

But don't you worry,

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

Hi.

- Finn.

I'm sorry...

..But she's gone.

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

"I need some time.

"Don't look for me."

What's that supposed to mean?

- It means, rather than answer your
questions,

Concepta's done a runner.