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[ Dramatic theme music plays ]

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[ Seagulls squawking ]

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- Certainly have a look for you,
okay, Mrs. McAliskey?

Thanks very much.

- Was it Mrs. McAliskey
who made the noise complaint?

- Aye. She thinks one of
the stag do's still here.

[ Chuckles ]
Passed out on the beach.

Okay.

- I've never been
to a stag do before.

- My mate Dazzer's, from school,
his was something else.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Where's d'you go?

Prague? Amsterdam?

- Thailand?
- Portrush.

But I tell you, Cub,
the craic was mighty.

Oh, there he is.

Here we go.

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Fancy a wee night under
the stars, did you, mate?

[ Chuckles ]

Now, come on, buddy.

Time to make a move.

Is he okay?

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- We need an ambulance.
Now!

- Papa Delta eight two
to Control, over.

- Papa Delta eight two send,
over.

Urgent ambulance request.

Port Devine Beach, east side.

Male, unresponsive.

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- [ Sighs ] This place looks like
it's been hit by a bomb.

- Had a stag party in last night.
All got a bit messy.

- Huh, messy is an
understatement.

Really could have done
with Clint behind the bar

- to keep them all in line.
- Is it true what I heard?

Clint's getting out today?

- Well, I'm on my way
to the appeal hearing.

But there's no guarantee
that he'll get bail.

- Well, fingers crossed.
- Thank you.

- So, this stag do,
good laugh, was it?

Here. Wait till you see.

Boys and girls?

[ Laughs ] I bet they were
suffering this morning.

[ Laughs ]

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So, how long has he been dead?

Only three to five hours,

according to
the medical examiner.

So what are you thinking?

It's suspicious.

I mean, he's got bruising
on his face

that might not be connected.

- Well, the post-mortem
will tell us soon enough.

- What we do know, from the lady
who made the noise complaint

and the amount of cans
and bottles,

there was definitely a group of
people here in the early hours.

- So how come none of them
called this in?

Exactly.

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- So who is this poor lad?
- We don't know.

No sign of his wallet
or his phone.

He does have a tattoo
on his left forearm.

- Yeah, and then there's
the t-shirt he was wearing.

- T-shirt?

Yeah, it says "Greg's Stag Do".

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Hi. What's up?

I've run out of petrol.

I don't suppose you could
drive me into Port Devine.

- Like, I'll pay you.
- No. There's no need for that.

It's only five minutes
down the road.

That's very kind of you.

How was the stag do?

Er, eventful.

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- After you, Sergeant.
- No. After you.

- Thought Mrs. O'Hare
had left town.

She has.

Turns out she took a few
B&B bookings before she left.

- So who's running
the business then?

Yes? What is it now?

Sorry, I'm up to my eyes.

Morning, Siobhan.

Have you got any members
of a stag party staying here?

- Aye.
Er, the groom and the best man.

And the best man's girlfriend.

But they're all still in bed.

- W-What's going on?

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Is something wrong?

- We need to speak
to your guests.

I could only find one of them.

Can I help you?

- Hello, I'm Detective Constable
Jo Lipton.

This is Acting Sergeant
Callum McCarthy.

We'd like to ask you
a couple of questions, please.

About what?

Would you mind taking a seat?

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So, this morning,
the body of a young man

was recovered from Devine Beach.

- He was wearing
a stag do t-shirt,

the same as you're wearing.

And has a tattoo
on his left forearm.

Was it a swallow?

Yeah.

It's Greg.

He's the stag.

I'm, er...

- I'm his best man.
- I'm so sorry.

- We thought he was
asleep upstairs.

How did he die?

- That's what we're trying
to establish.

- Did you say there were
three people staying here?

- Er, Lexi, my girlfriend.
She didn't come home last night.

[ Door opens, closes ]

- Is that an Ulster Fry
I can smell?

What happening?

It's Greg.

He's dead.

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Er, can you give us
two seconds please?

[ Sobbing ]

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Right.

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[ Door opens ]

Well?

- Something terrible
has happened.

They let me out!

- [ Laughs ] Whoo!
- Whoo!

The judge finally saw sense!

Oh, congratulations.

Yeah, man. That's great news.

Mind you, I'm only out on bail.

There's still a trial
to get through.

- Well, we'll cross that bridge
when we come to it.

- Now that Clint's back,
erm, I'm...

- Oh, don't you worry,
young Shay.

Your job is safe.

Clint has got some other duties
to perform.

- Too right.
- Oh!

[ Laughing ] What about
your bad back?

Oh, aye.

Right, come up
and give me a massage.

And the rest.

- Clint Devine-Dunwoody,
you are a terrible man.

[ Giggles ]

They do a lot of that.

Grim.

- Mind you, it's nice
to see them back together.

- Uh-huh.

[ Both laugh ]

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- We went to a place called
the Port View for dinner.

And then we went to
the Commodore for a few drinks.

- And have you got any idea
how Greg ended up on the beach?

- We went there
after the pub shut.

Sorry, who's "we"?

- Me, Greg, and Lexi.
Lexi drove.

She wasn't drinking.
She's the designated driver.

Until her car ran out of petrol,
and then we walked

the rest of the way
to the beach.

What happened next?

Erm...

Greg and Lexi started talking
about staying up all night.

I didn't fancy it,
so I walked home to the B&B.

- Walked?
What time was that?

- Erm, it was about
2:00 in the morning.

And how was Greg when you left?

He was great.

Top form.

- During the evening, did Greg
have an accident of any kind

or get involved
in an altercation?

Not that I know of.

But I wasn't with him
every single minute.

What am I gonna tell Shauna,
Greg's fiancée?

- The -- The police in her area
will break the news.

- Yeah.
And then she's gonna ring me.

What the hell
am I meant to say to her?

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So, you slept in your car?

Yeah.

I, erm -- I-I tried to persuade
Greg that the party was over.

But he was being all, "Let's
stay up and watch the dawn."

And...

I was knackered,
so I-I just left him to it.

When I got back to the car,
I, er...

well, I remembered
it was out of petrol.

What time was that?

About 3:00?

- What did you and Greg do
after Jason left?

Erm, we talked.

Drank.

- And what sort of state was Greg
in when you last saw him?

He was happy.

Drunk. [ Chuckles ]

Lexi, do you have any idea

what happened to Greg's
wallet and phone?

- Yeah, it was cold on the beach
last night,

so he lent me his jacket.

I-I think they're in the pocket.

And where is his jacket now?

- Oh, it's -- it's in my car.

Could we get the keys?

Yeah, yeah, of course.

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Did either Jason or Lexi know

how Greg got the bruising
to his face?

No.

Lexi was particularly adamant
he wasn't involved

in any sort of altercation.

Alright.

Greg Mason's jacket,
wallet, and phone.

Thanks, Callum.

- A few of the stags
are already back in Belfast.

According to them,

Greg was seen leaving
the Commodore last night...

- with a woman.
- Lexi?

Definitely wasn't Lexi.

None of them had ever
seen her before.

- Well, how come Jason and Lexi
didn't mention her?

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- Sure, I gave one of them a lift
earlier this morning.

A lovely women,
by the name of, er...Lexi.

Oh, she was in a terrible state

when she found out
Greg had died.

- Ah.
Listen, I'd better skedaddle

if I'm gonna pick up
Finn from the airport.

- Well, he knows you'll be
waiting for him at Arrivals.

Poor lad.

He's gone all that way
to meet his birth mother

and been told to take a hike.

- Well, she didn't exactly --
- Mind you,

that Assumpta was
always a hard-faced article.

Listen, are you gonna tell him

that he didn't turn
his phone off?

- And that we overheard
the whole conversation?

I think that's something better
coming from his wife, don't you?

[ Engine starts ]

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- I'm guessing the lack
of nuclear fallout

means you haven't told
the Acting Inspector about --

- What? That we've been
sleeping together?

No, I haven't, Callum.

Anyway, what are you
so scared of?

It's not like we've
broken any rules.

- You don't know Marlene
like I know Marlene.

If she finds out I haven't
reported you

for your off-the-books activity,

she'll get me kicked out
of the police service.

- Yeah, well, she never needs
to find out, does she?

So long as you don't tell her
the real reason

why I'm in Port Devine.

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Good morning, officers.

- Taylor. Was there a stag party
in here last night?

There certainly was.

- Er, the stag, Greg Mason,
we've been told that he left

with a woman
who wasn't part of his group.

We're trying to identify her.

Sorry. It was really busy.

What about your photos?

She might be on them.

Oh, yeah, erm...

What's up?

- I'm sorry to say that Greg
was found dead this morning.

Seriously?

This must be her.

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Do you know her?

Yeah, I do.

I certainly do.

Er, thanks, guys.

♪♪

So, who is she?

Her name is Louise Halbridge.

She runs that kids'
residential home.

- She's the one you've been
investigating on the down low?

Yeah.

And now she's a witness
in an official investigation

into another suspicious death.

You tell me, Acting Sergeant,
do you want me to ignore that?

Of course not.

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You and this Louise?

We were good friends...

once.

- What the hell are you
doing here?

- I'm Acting Sergeant
Callum McCarthy.

This is Detective Constable
Jo Lipton.

I know exactly who she is.

The police officer that accused
me of something I didn't do.

Caused me so much grief
I had to get out of Belfast.

I can't believe you've travelled
all the way down here

- to carry on persecuting me --
- Sorry, have you quite finished?

I haven't even started, love!

We're not here about anything

that did or didn't happen
in Belfast.

What are you here for then?

- This morning, a young man
was found dead on a beach

just outside of town.

Witnesses have told us

they saw you leave the Commodore
with him last night.

Greg?

- Do you mind if we come in?
Ask you some questions?

Thank you.

- How come you're
investigating this?

- I'm working out of
Port Devine Police Station now.

- Well, that's just
a coincidence, is it?

That you've ended up
round the corner from me?

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- How long had you known
Greg Mason?

- I only met him last night.
- But you left the bar together?

- No.
Greg followed me.

He was trying to convince me
to come to the beach.

- But you weren't interested?
- I'd known him half an hour.

So what did you do?

- My taxi turned up.
I got in it.

- Is that everything
that happened?

- I noticed that a couple
of Greg's mates

came out of the bar --
a man and a woman.

She was in tears.
And then the man...hit Greg.

- Hit him?
- Punched him in the face.

- Right, can you describe
these two?

Yes, erm...

he was tall, with a ginger
beard and a shaved head.

She was petite, pretty,
long brown hair.

- That's very helpful.
Thank you.

- As a law-abiding citizen,

I'm always happy
to help the police.

- This girl that died when you
were working in Belfast,

do you really think
Louise was responsible?

- Well, if she wasn't,
why did she tell a pack of lies

about what happened?

- So, do we trust
what she just told us?

For now.

We should direct the pathologist

to look for drugs
in Greg's system.

- Why?
- In case Louise is involved.

She's got form when it comes to
drugs and unexplained deaths.

Marlene,
we've just spoken to a witness

who saw Jason Baxter
punch Greg Mason in the face.

♪♪

- You've missed
the lunchtime rush.

Oh, well, what can I say.

We had a lot of lost time to...

- Make up for. Whoo!
- [ Laughs ]

Ah, well, what have we missed?

- You know Greg,
the stag from last night?

- Ugh, Mr. Big I Am?
I didn't take to him.

Pity the poor girl
that has to marry that eejit.

- What about him?
- He's dead.

Dead?

Oh, the poor soul.

And him so excited
about getting married

and in the prime of his life.

Erm, what are you doing, love?

- I'm getting back in the saddle.
- On your first day out?

Surely you want to put
your feet up?

No. I'm raring to go.

- Isn't there horse-racing
on the television today?

Are you sure? You don't mind?

Of course. Take the day off.

Alright then, love.

- Why don't you take the week
off, if you like?

We can manage.

[ Door opens ]

- You can't hide him
away forever.

- Some people in this town
can be very judgemental.

And I'm not having anybody
coming in here

and giving Clint a hard time
just because he made a mistake.

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Did you hit Greg?

Yeah.

Yes, I punched Greg in the face.

Why?

- There was something
between him and Lexi.

I think they slept together.

- Why didn't you tell us
about this punch earlier?

Don't know.

- Did you think what happened
to Greg was your fault?

Because it wouldn't be
the first time that someone died

after being punched by you,
would it?

- We did a bit of digging on you
- That was self-defence!

I was never prosecuted!

- But when we told you
Greg was dead...

- I thought it was gonna happen
again, didn't I?

That lad I hit a few years back,
he didn't die straightaway.

It took a couple of hours.

And that's what happened
to Greg, isn't it?

I killed him?

♪♪

- That's what we're trying
to find out.

♪♪

♪♪

We have a witness
that said that you were crying

when you came out
of the bar last night.

What was that about?

- Look, I've made a fool
of myself.

Over Greg.

I've always had a thing for him.

And a few weeks back, we...

we slept together.

And last night?

- It felt like me and Greg
had unfinished business.

I wanted to know where I stood
before he got married.

I tried to talk to him,
but he was busy

chatting up
some woman called Louise.

- And then when you were finally
alone together at the beach?

Look, you've got to believe me.

Greg was alive and well
last time I saw him.

♪♪

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Mucker!

What about you, Clint?

- Nicole says you've been
in America

visiting Concepta's sister.

My birth mother, yeah.

How did it go?

- It was all good, mate.
It was all good.

- Hiya, love!
- Hiya.

- Sounds like, er, Finn here
had a successful trip, Siobhan.

Yeah, so he said on the phone.

- [ Sighs ]
Listen, mate, I'm sorry

that I put you
in such a difficult position.

- Having to put your best mate
in jail --

I've had better days.

Well, it's good to see you.

It's good to see you, too.

Isn't this when you two hug?

Come on, then!

That is just so typical!

Yeah! Typical!

Everything alright, Barry?

Far from it.

♪♪

I've just had your mother
on the phone.

- Why did she call you
and not me?

- Because she's not coming
to the wedding.

And neither is Lil.

- I'm sorry. What?
- They've both got jobs --

working on a cruise ship
sailing from Belfast to Cork.

Yeah, the opportunity
of a lifetime, apparently.

- To Cork?
- [ Sighs ]

- Who's gonna organise
this wedding?

Because, Barry,
I-I-I-I don't have the time.

And Ash has a dairy farm to run.

- Listen, the writing's
on the wall, love.

You'll never get it organised
in time.

You're gonna have to
postpone the wedding.

- [ Sighs ]
[ Knock on door ]

Yeah. Come in!

- Sorry, boss.
You wanted to know

when Greg Mason's
pathology report came in.

- Mm-hmm.

♪♪

♪♪

- Tell me, Jason, did you take
any drugs yesterday evening?

No.

- Are you absolutely sure
about that?

I hate drugs.

That fella who died
when I was 16,

he hit me first because
he was off his face.

So I don't do drugs
and I never will.

You can test me if you like.

- Did Greg take any drugs
last night?

Why?

- Just answer the question,
please, Jason.

- No.
I didn't see him take any drugs.

Just booze.

- Mind you...
- What?

- Greg knew how I felt
about drugs.

If he was gonna take some, he
wasn't gonna do them around me.

♪♪

Wait.

So does this mean
that I didn't kill Greg?

That's right.

Well, he didn't die as a result
of you punching him.

- S-So what happens now?

You're free to go.

♪♪

- You and Greg, you'd been mates
for a long time?

- Yeah, er,
since primary school.

- We're sorry for your loss,
Jason.

Cheers.

♪♪

♪♪

I feel so guilty.

- Yeah, but the rest
of Marlene's family

bailing on the wedding,
it's not your fault.

No, no, no.

I mean, I feel guilty
because I'm pleased.

- [ Chuckles ] You mean,
if she postpones,

you get, er, more time
to get out

of this massive lie
you've told her, huh?

- Thing is, whenever
this wedding happens,

Marlene's gonna want
her Church blessing.

Now, either I go along with that

and I risk the Church
authorities giving me the push,

or I tell Marlene the truth.

[ Door opens ]

Here's your chance.

- Hey.
Erm, is Nicole around?

- Listen, Marlene...
I've been thinking.

Maybe I got a wee bit
carried away with the --

- Oh, one wee second.
One wee second. There she is.

- Nicole, hi.
- Oh, hello, Marlene.

I owe you an apology.

For not standing up
to my lunatic sister.

She's let you down, hasn't she?

Yeah. Yeah, she has.

Well, the answer's no.

No to what?

What's Nicole saying no to?

- Marlene wants me
to organise her wedding

even though she binned me off
for her nightmare sister.

I never binned you off.

- Come on now.
You know you want to.

Please, Nicole.

There are two things that I need
to make this wedding perfect.

The first one I have,
which is Barry

blessing us in his Church.

And the second is my amazing
best mate by my side,

making this a day to remember,
so...

- Please.
- Oh, go on, then.

Thank you, babe, thank you!

- Well, I can get started
right away.

I've got just the folder.

- Clint, you have to come with
me, I need your help.

- So, what do I know about
organising a wedding?

- Says the happily married man!
Come on!

- Oh, sorry, Barry, you were
saying something about, erm,

- er, getting carried away, or...
- Oh, no, no, no, no.

No, nothing, nothing at all.

Okay. I gotta go.

Yeah.

♪♪

- I can't imagine what those two
must be going through.

- You were talking to that Greg
last night, weren't you?

- If you'd have told me that
he only had hours to live,

I wouldn't have believed you.

- Lexi!
- I don't want to talk about it!

[ Sighs ]

Leave it to me.

♪♪

- You need to look at this.
Greg Mason's phone data.

Lots of messages
between him and Lexi.

Intimate messages.

Did those two...you know?

Yeah, they certainly did.

- At 2:46 yesterday afternoon.
Greg to Lexi.

- "See you later. You still able
to bring the gear?"

- So, Lexi supplied the drugs
that killed Greg?

It's looking like that.

[ Cellphone rings ]

Yes?

What? Okay, slow down, what?

Right.
I'll -- I'll be right there.

- What?
- That was Louise Halbridge.

She said Lexi Wallis
is on the pier.

She's really worried about her.

- Right, erm, let the
Acting Inspector know.

Yeah. Will do.

♪♪

- What happened?
- Lexi was in a terrible state.

I tried to reason with her, but
she pushed me out of the way.

- Which way did she go?
- Down the pier.

That's Lexi's.

♪♪

The drugs.

- Greg asked me to take drugs
with him last night.

I didn't.

But I thought the moment
you knew drugs were involved,

you'd blame me for Greg dying.

Even though I had
nothing to do with it.

♪♪

You're joking me.

- How the hell did
she get up there?

♪♪

- Papa Delta eight one
to Control, over.

- Papa Delta eight two send,
over.

- Please task ambulance and
fire brigade to our location,

possible jumper
on the lighthouse, over.

Copy that, en route, over!

[ Siren wails ]

- Hey.
- How did she get up there?

Where's Callum?

Up there.

Oh, no, Callum. Be careful.

Okay. He knows what he's doing.

Ryan, I need a cordon

- established immediately.
- Boss.

- Marlene,
get everybody off this pier.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Whose idea was him
going up there?

Callum's.

- Okay, Jo, do me a favour.
Get her out of here.

And get hold of the ambulance,
tell them to get a move on.

Okay, let's go.

Okay, Callum, okay.

♪♪

- I took some MDMA
to the beach last night.

Because Greg asked you to.

Yeah, we've seen his texts.

Tell me.

Are you a drug dealer, Lexi?

- No.
I'm a legal secretary.

- Did you force Greg
to take the MDMA?

No. Of course not.

Tell me what happened, exactly.

- I handed Greg the stuff.
He laid it out.

And then he started talking
about the wedding,

how much he loved Shauna.

I really thought he liked me.

Turned out he was just
using me for sex.

Look, I couldn't listen
to another word of it, so I...

just walked back to my car.

And when you left Greg,

had either of you taken
any of the drugs?

No. Definitely not.

- So he must have taken them
after you left.

What difference does that make?

♪♪

♪♪

Lexi! Listen.

Greg knew that taking drugs
was dangerous.

Yes, of course he did.

I mean, he'd done it
loads of times before.

- But why did he overdose?
- No, he didn't.

He had a reaction to something
the MDMA was cut with.

The risk every drug user takes.

What Greg did,
it was his responsibility.

- D'you really think that?
- Yeah.

Look, Lexi.

It's possible you'll be charged
with possession,

but I can't see you
being charged in connection

with Greg's death.

Okay?

♪♪

Come on.

♪♪

- Can we get down from here now?
- Yeah.

Did I tell you I hate heights?

♪♪

♪♪

[ Sighs ]

What's up?

- Oh, I've just had an absolute
hoo-ha

with that stuck-up cow,
Claudia Preston.

She and her yoga pals

have "taken their custom"
to the Port View

because "there's a criminal
working behind the bar in here."

Does she mean Clint?

Yes, she means Clint.

- Well, I hope
you stood up for him.

Of course I did.

But it's difficult when
the whole town

knows that he's guilty.

Why are you by yourself?
Where's Taylor?

Er, just in the kitchen.

Sorting out all that meat.

What meat?

- Dunno.
Clint took the delivery.

- Well, did you see someone
deliver this meat?

Some fella. I didn't know him.

But, erm, he and Clint
seemed thick as thieves.

Oh, were they now?

There you are, my love.

Er, can you and I
have a quick word please?

- Yeah, sure.
- Nicole, can I...

- Yes. Yes. Go.
- See ya, mate.

♪♪

- Erm, Shay says that
the kitchen is full of meat.

Where did you source it
from, please?

- I, er -- I stole it.

I knew it.

- You promised me
you wouldn't do this

when you came to see me
on remand.

Do what?

Think the worst of me.

But the meat.

You ordered the meat, Nicole.

From Paddy Carstairs.

Although, I'm not surprised
you don't remember.

Paddy said you had
a few glasses of wine

when you discussed it
the other night.

Clint, I am so sorry.

- And don't think I haven't
noticed you

trying to hide me away all day.

- I'm not stupid.
- I would never.

- Don't treat me
like an eejit, Nicole.

You're ashamed of me.

It's as plain as the nose
on your face!

- I'm not.
- Would you stop lying to me

for just one minute?

Look, I know this is all my
fault, but I've been to prison.

Do you have any idea
how hard that is?

- I can't imagine.
- No, of course you don't,

because it's all
about you, Nicole!

Do you have any idea
the claptrap

I have to put up with from you
over the years?

- Yeah, I'm well aware
that I can be hard work.

- Oh, hard work?
Hard work?!

Do you know something, Nicole,
I'm glad we never had a baby!

I'm sorry.

Well, if that's how you feel...

That is not how I feel.

I want you out of here.

Out of my pub!

Pack your bags, Clint!

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- Marlene told me that you got
the pathologist to check

for drugs in Greg's system.

It's a really good call, Jo.

- Standard operating procedure
in Belfast.

Anyway, Callum's the real star.

- It was amazing work, mate.
- Thanks, Boss.

I just thought,
what would Marlene do?

I need a word.

Okay.

Not here.

Lexi! Is Lexi alright?

Why don't you see for yourself?

Lexi's being assessed
by the Mental Health Team.

They're gonna keep her
in overnight.

- Okay. Well, at least
she's got some support.

Yeah. And here...

She slept with Greg,
the fella who died.

I don't know if I'd be
so forgiving.

- Well, I suppose at least
Jason knows where he stands.

- Oh, yeah.
Oh, Finn, I'm so sorry.

I forgot to ask, how did you
get on in Fort Lauderdale?

I hear you met
your birth mother.

How'd it go?

- Well, let's just say that Jason
there is not the only person

who's just found out
how the land really lies.

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What?

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What was that for?

- I need to know
if I mean anything to you.

Anything at all.

- Didn't that just answer
your question?

I'm not entirely sure.

Well, what about this?

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♪♪

- What's wrong?
- Nothing.

I just need to sort
something out.

Okay.

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Wait!

- Look, Jo, your private life
is none of my business.

- So you're not gonna
say anything?

- What is my business
is you being in Port Devine

in the first place.

- What happened to Kerry,
I can't just forget that.

This is police harassment!

Why did you leave Belfast?

Was it a guilty conscience?

- Let me make something
crystal clear to you.

Carry on with this vendetta

and it won't just be
your career you're destroying.

Is that a threat?

- He seems like a nice lad.
What was his name?

Callum?

And from what I just saw,
you've got feelings for him.

So either back off, or I'll let
his superior officers know

what you two have been up to.

- As if they're gonna care
about an office fling.

- Except that's not all
you've been lying to them about.

There's also the real reason
you came here.

To get me.

Which, I'm assuming, is
very much against the rules.

I'm guessing your boy toy
knows all about it.

So back off.

Or I'll finish the pair of you.

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- Hey.
- Hey.

So, I was thinking we can get
a takeaway, make a night of it.

Yeah, I'm sorry, Cal.

You and me, it was a mistake.

I think we should just
knock it on the head.

But the way you kissed me...

- Yeah, see, the thing is, I need
my relationships to be casual.

You just can't do casual.

No, I can.

Right.

So how many other people have
you been out with since we met?

Yeah, I thought so.

Look, I'll catch you later, Cal.

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[ Door opens, closes ]

- What's with the get-up?

It's my night off, remember?

Me and Shay are off to a gig.

- But you can't leave me here
all by myself!

I only said Shay could go

because Clint was here
and now he's not.

- Well, that's not my fault,
is it?

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Right, folks! We're closing!

[ Bell clangs ]

Everybody, drink up
and ship out!

- What's going on?
It's early yet.

- Well, Clint's gone.
They've all gone.

I can't run this place
on my own.

- Here.
I'll give you a hand closing up.

Thanks, Callum.

Right, folks!

Thank you. Let's be having you!

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- There's something
I need to tell you.

When I met Assumpta...

...it didn't exactly go down
the way I've been letting on.

She told me that she has
no intention of having

any sort of relationship
with me, whatsoever.

Oh, love.

I'm so sorry.

It's my own fault.

Concepta and Barry warned me
what she'd be like.

But still. It must hurt.

She gave birth to you.

Hey, listen, it's her loss.

Yeah.

Yeah, you're right.
And Concepta's a great mum.

And she's not round
the corner anymore,

but she'll always
be there for me.

She'll be there for all of us,
won't she?

She will.

- Let's just pretend that, erm,
Assumpta never existed, yeah?

I never want to see her again,
love.

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I've been seeing someone.

I finally thought
she cared for me.

And then she dumped me...
from a very great height.

She must be mad.

You're a catch, Callum.

You're tall, handsome,
no criminal record.

Shame no one else thinks that.

Well, it's true.

- Do you mind me asking,
where's Clint?

- I threw him out.
- Why?

Our marriage is over, Callum.

[ Sighs ]

I'd rather not talk about it.

- Well, I hope you don't mind me
saying, Nicole,

but I --
I've always thought Clint

was punching well
above his weight.

[ Chuckles ] Away with you.

No, I'm being serious.

He should be thanking
his lucky stars

a woman like you looked at him
twice.

You're gorgeous.

And you've got your own pub.

[ Loud thud ]

What was that?

Callum, I'm scared.

There's no one else
here in the building.

[ Thudding continues ]

Your window's open.

Oh.

[ Sighs ]

Do you think that's all Clint
ever saw in me?

That I have my own pub?

Of course not.

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- No kissing
when she's in uniform.

Yeah, you know the rules.

- You can make up for it later.
[ Laughter ]

- You'll never guess who I saw
going into the Commodore.

- Who?
- So you're writing music again?

- I mean, not without
my big brother.

- Is Sly the kind of guy
to get himself involved

- in a racket like this?
- Oi! Stop!

My husband is in prison.

Which means my marriage
is in tatters.

And you want me to organise
your flowers

and your seating arrangements.

- I just thought it might
take your mind off --

The answer's no, Marlene.

Life and death, is it?

I wouldn't go that far, Ash.

[ Seagulls squawking ]

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