All language subtitles for Hope.Street.S03E06.1080p.Britbox.WEBRip.x265-PGW

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-Bridget.

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It's Barry.

Bridget?

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Ambulance, please.

I-I'm at the Fairy Ring,
Ballymountain Road, Port Devine.

Yeah, I've got a woman on the
ground here who's unconscious.

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-The paramedics reckon
she was struck with something

heavy enough
to cause a head wound.

-Any sign of a weapon?
-Not that we can see.

-Might have been
a robbery gone wrong.

-No. Her bag is still here
with her phone and her purse.

-Well, just as well that
I'd arranged to meet her.

Or she could have been
lying there for hours.

-Why were you meeting?

-Oh, she's helping me
with something.

-Are you okay to come down
to the station with me,

Mr. Pettigrew, make a statement?
-Sure, sure.

-I didn't have Barry down
as the type.

-Type of what?

-The sort of person who goes
to see a faith healer.

[ Gulls cry ]

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-I smell bacon.

Hello?

-Just in time.

I'll put some extra sausage
and bacon on.

Those kids look like
they need feeding up.

-Not for me, Nanny.

-Don't tell me
you're still a vegan!

-[ Laughs ]
-When did you get here?

-About five minutes ago.

Are you pair too old
to give your grandmother a hug?

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-Come on in.

You can take a seat.

Um, Barry found
Bridget O'Carolan unconscious.

So, Barry, you didn't see anyone
on your way up to meet Bridget?

-Wait.

You were meeting Bridget?
Doesn't she read the tarot?

That's funny, 'cause once
you caught me with a deck,

told me they were
Satan's playing cards

and grounded me for a month.

So, you won't let me get married
in your church,

but paganism gets a pass? Right.

-Bridget is also a celebrant.

-Yeah, course she is.

And seeing as you
can't get married --

-Or blessed.

In the church you raised me in.

-Indeed. And that's why
Bridget is helping me

find an alternative venue
for your wedding.

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Did you know that you can
get married under the waterfall

up at St Cecilia's Point?

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-Crackin' meat-free sausages,
Nanny!

-I got them at Mahon's
on the way up from the bus stop.

-Thanks.

-I rang Finn's mobile earlier.
He didn't pick up.

Is he screening my calls?
-Of course not.

Well, his phone's off 'cause
he's at court,

supporting Clint.

-Clint?
-He's on remand.

-Remand! For what?

-Clint and his brother
stole copper pipes

from some holiday homes,

to fund their country
and western tour.

-How's Nicole coping?

-Oh, she's putting on
a brave face.

-I better go and see her.
Offer her my support.

Would you two
wash up the dishes?

-Yeah, no worries.
-Concepta, wait.

W-We need to talk.

-What about?

-Well, you haven't answered
any of Finn's questions.

Starting with
why your sister gave him up.

-All Finn needs to know
is I'm his mother.

Always have been,
always will be.

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-♪ Lady so lovely,
lady so fine ♪

♪ My only true love,
Nicole Devine ♪

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♪ All the other fellas,
they just couldn't see ♪

-You heard
what Finn said.

He's 99% sure
that Clint will get bail.

-Finn doesn't know everything.

-He told me I'd get a suspended
sentence for the ATM theft.

He was right about that.

-Well, it doesn't matter,
anyway.

If my so-called husband
does get out,

he'll have to find
somewhere else to live.

Because he's not welcome here.
[ Door closes ]

-Och, Nicole, my wee love!

I can't believe what's happened.

I came the moment I heard.

-Concepta? You're back.

-Just in time
by the sounds of it.

Pour us a couple of coffees

and then you can tell me
all about it.

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[ Siren wailing distantly ]

[ Elevator bell dings ]

-Thanks for last night.

-Yeah, it was fun, wasn't it?

-There's no reason why we can't
do it all again this evening.

-Right, well,
I'll see how I'm fixed.

-Emmy.

This is my colleague,
Detective Constable Jo Lipton.

She'll be in charge
of the investigation.

-It would be really helpful
if we could ask some questions.

-Uh, Mum is still being treated.

-Well, actually, I was hoping
that you could help.

What is it that you do, Emmy?

-I'm a doula. I guide and
support women through labour.

-All right.
And what about your mother?

-Mum mostly performs fertility
rituals to help women conceive,

using Celtic massage techniques.

-Massage?
-Oh, it's very effective.

Mum uses energy to heal
and comfort all sorts of people

with all sorts of problems.

-Well, your mum seems
like a very positive,

altruistic sort of person.

-She is.

-Can you think of any reason
why someone would harm her?

-No.

-And you're sure she hasn't had
any issues with anyone lately?

-Oh, Mum!

How are you?

-Feeling grand.

All this fuss over nothing.

-The police would like
to ask you a few questions.

-You can ask,
but you'd be wasting your time.

Whatever happened this morning,

I don't remember
a thing about it.

[ Gulls crying ]

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-I always said those Dunwoodys
were no good.

Your Clint was the exception,
but it's no surprise to me that

that dead-beat brother of his
has left him carrying the can.

-Well, no family's perfect.

-What do you mean by that?

-Word is you're not
Finn's mother.

Word is your sister gave birth
to him out of holy wedlock.

-Who told you that?
-I did.

-Oh, son!

-What about ya, Ma?

-What happened? Where's Clint?

-I'm sorry.

-He didn't get bail?

-Turns out this magistrate

had dealt with a fair few
Dunwoodys in her time.

Then there was the matter
of the burglary

at Mrs. Charlton's house
on the day of the funeral.

You never told me about that!

-Because Clint didn't do it.

Everybody knows that
that was Sly!

-And Clint would never
rat on his brother.

-Well, well, well, would you
look what the cat dragged in?

-Charming!
-To what do we owe the honour?

-Can we catch up properly later?
I've gotta get back to work.

-Of course.

-Good to have you back.

-That's all I want, son,

to go back to the way
things were before.

-Nicole?

I'm sorry about Clint.

-Why's he sorry
about Clint?

I thought
he was getting out on bail.

[ Door closes ]

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-There.

-That was the hospital.

They found flecks of blue paint
in the wound on Bridget's head.

-From the weapon, presumably.

-There was nothing painted blue
at the scene that I could see.

-Yeah, me neither.

-So, the assailant must have
taken the weapon away with them.

-Hey! Any progress with
Bridget O'Carolan's attacker?

-Not a lot. Bridget says
she doesn't remember anything.

-Here, have you seen
her socials?

To say that Bridget
has made a few enemies

is an understatement.
Look at this.

-Some of these are really nasty.

-Susan Miller is
a very unhappy customer.

-Susan Miller?
She's, like, 90-odd!

-Yeah, well, colourful language
for a 90-year-old.

"Healing hands? Utter bleep!
My back isn't mended,

it's bleeping worse than ever!"

-But it's highly unlikely
that Susan assaulted Bridget.

I mean, she'd have some job
getting up to that Fairy Ring

with her wee mobility scooter.
-[ Chuckles ]

-You wonder why people would put
their faith in Bridget, anyway.

I mean, is there any real proof
these practises work?

-Well, her daughter Emmy's
her proof.

-Yeah, didn't you notice
the age gap?

Like, Bridget was in her 50s
when she had Emmy.

Emmy is her "miracle baby."

-Celtic massage did that?

-Well, that's what she claims.

-That's why most
of Bridget's clients

are women who want
to get pregnant.

-Nobody in Port Devine
heard of IVF?

-I think they tried conventional
fertility treatments first.

-Yeah. Take it from me,

it can be a hard,
often disappointing process.

These women
are looking for a miracle

and apparently,
Bridget can promise that.

So who can blame them?

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[ Gulls cry ]

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-Yeah, flat out on the ground
she was.

-Poor Bridget.
Thank goodness you found her.

-I didn't think you were a fan
of all that pagan nonsense.

-I'm not. Doesn't mean
I wish her any ill though.

And what were you doing way up
at the Fairy Ring

first thing in the morning?

-Bridget's... she's helping me
find an alternative venue

for Marlene's wedding.

-Marlene's getting married?
To Ash?

-Well, of course, to Ash.

And why does she need
an alternative venue?

-[ Sighs ]

Marlene has asked me to bless
her marriage in my church.

-Just tell her you can't do it.
It's against the rules.

-Yeah, it's --

It's not just...

the laws of the church.

See, look, I-I've accepted
Marlene loves Ash.

And I'm delighted
to see them together.

But holy matrimony?

That's meant to be between
a man and a woman.

-And you said all that
to Marlene?

-Of course I have.

-I imagine that didn't
go down very well.

-She's barely talking to me.

-You old fool.
-Yeah, you're one to talk.

And when were you gonna
tell Finn who his father is?

And where he can find
his real mother?

-Oh, so you know, do you?

-I've known for donkeys' years.

You're not as canny
as you think you are.

-Finn's better off not knowing
where Assumpta is.

-And his father?

-There's no way
I can ever tell him.

I swore a promise to my sister.

On the Bible.

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-You and me, eh?

We're a right pair.

-[ Chuckles ]

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-Callum, can you speak to
Mary McNamara and Ellie Turner?

I'll take Pam Nugent
and Doreen White.

-On it.
-Doreen White's just started

work at the medical centre
with Siobhan.

I'm heading round there now.
You want me to have a wee word?

-Yeah, if it's no trouble.
-Okay.

-Here, these are some
of Doreen's posts about Bridget.

[ Gulls cry ]

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-Inspector O'Hare,

I think Siobhan's
on the phone to a patient.

-It's you I'd like a wee word
with, actually, Doreen.

-Me? What about?

-"Bridget O'Carolan is a waste
of time, money, and space."

The amount she charges
is daylight robbery.

She took me for all I'm worth,

and she did it
with a smile on her face."

-I was angry...

-Did you pay her
for fertility treatments?

-Yes. But they didn't work.

I took out loans, really
struggled to pay them back.

It drove a wedge
between me and my husband.

He's in England now, with
his new wife and their baby.

-I'm sorry to hear that.

-Bridget O'Carolan
took advantage of me.

I wrote those reviews to stop
other women falling for it.

Have I broken the law?
Are you gonna arrest me?

-Bridget was seriously assaulted
this morning.

-That's terrible, terrible news.

-You got anybody who can confirm
your whereabouts until 9:00 AM?

-I got in about 8:00, opened up.

But I was on my own here
until after 9:00.

You don't seriously think
it was me that attacked Bridget?

They were just stupid comments.

-Trolling somebody like that can
amount to a criminal offence.

-It won't happen again. I swear.

-Oh, Finn?

H-Have you got a minute?

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-You left your purse
in the kitchen.

I thought you might need it.
-Oh, thanks.

I didn't even notice.

So, um, have you
seen Concepta yet?

-Yeah, briefly.

She wants things to go back
to the way they were before.

-Oh. Before she told you
she wasn't your birth mother

and ran away to
a retreat house for weeks?

-Exactly.

-And, so, what,
how are you feeling about that?

-Well, if I want Concepta
in my life,

maybe I've just got
to go along with it.

-Uh, what were you talking
to Doreen about?

-Bridget O'Carolan
was assaulted this morning.

She's in hospital
with a serious head wound.

-And you think Doreen
had something to do with it?

-Do you?

-Actually, yesterday
there was an incident.

Bridget's daughter came in
and they had a heated argument.

-What about?
-I can't say.

Do you think it could
be connected

to what happened to Bridget
this morning?

-I think it's possible.

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-Hey!

How was your morning?
-Boring.

I've been stuck on a cordon
at the Fairy Ring

like a total dummy.

And then, I had to walk back.

-What, while everybody else
did all the investigating?

-Exactly.

-Your time will come.

Have you heard the news?

-What news?
-The moment my back is turned!

-What I was gonna say is
that my gran is back. [Laughs]

-Since when have you been
courting one of the Powers?

Which one are you again?
-Ryan.

-I remember you
from when you were wee.

A right cheeky article
you were, too.

-I'm a police officer now.
-I'd never have guessed.

Have you found who clocked
Bridget O'Carolan over the head?

-We're working on it.

-Yeah, well, there'll be
a lot of suspects.

That woman has rubbed a lot
of people up the wrong way.

Anyway, I'm back in town, and
I'll be keeping an eye on you.

So, you better make sure
you treat this one right.

-Will do, Mrs. O'Hare.

[ Niamh chuckles ]

Please tell me
you don't take after her.

-Haven't you heard? Turns out
she's not my actual gran.

-That's a relief. See, I was
worried I'd have to dump you.

-As if! You're so punching above
your weight.

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-How much do you reckon Bridget
charges for one of these?

-Too much.

-You wonder why people go in
for this sort of nonsense?

-They're looking for answers

they haven't found anywhere
else, I suppose.

-Oh, Inspector?

-Hey, I'm really sorry
to hear about your mum.

Yeah, I'm just on my way
to the hospital

with a few things for her.
-Sure.

-Is there a reason
why you and your mum

are so security conscious?

-Oh, th-the cameras?

They're not real. I had them
installed as a deterrent.

Against what?

-Sometimes the odd dissatisfied
customer turns up here.

Mum takes no notice,
says I worry too much.

-We've had a look
at your mum's socials.

I would say it's more than just
the odd dissatisfied customer.

-Oh, you know how it is.

You know, nobody writes
a good review.

-Have you had anybody
at the door recently?

Uh...

No. No one.

-I heard you had an argument
yesterday with Doreen White

at the medical centre.
What was that about?

-Uh... the usual.

She paid my mum
for some fertility treatments.

They didn't work.

Well, the thing is, my mum never
makes any guarantees, so...

You don't think it was Doreen
who attacked my mum? That's mad.

-We haven't identified
any suspects as of yet.

-Look, I really should
be getting to the hospital.

-Of course.
Do not let us hold you up.

♪♪

So, what do you think?

-Well, she was definitely lying
when she said no one had called.

-Yeah. That's what I thought.

-You want to knock on a few
doors while we're here,

see what the neighbours say?
-It's your investigation.

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-Emmy O'Carolan
had a visitor this morning.

So, this was recorded at
0733 hours from a doorbell-cam

on the house next door
to Bridget and Emmy's.

-Doreen?

-Yeah, so, she bangs
on the door.

Emmy answers.
And they have an argument.

-What's on the piece of paper?

-Clearly something they didn't
want us to know about,

as both of them neglected
to mention it.

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-Oh, uh, here, thanks for
suggesting me for the job.

-We need the extra help
now Clint isn't here.

-Yeah, how is Nicole coping?

-Welcome aboard, young man.
Ooh, loving the tie, very smart.

Uh, is Taylor
showing you the ropes?

-She certainly is.

I wanted to say, uh,
I'm sorry to hear about Clint...

-Don't be sorry, Shay, love.
I've had a narrow escape.

At least I didn't have a baby
with that... criminal.

-Um, three skinny lattes please,
Nicole.

-Oh! Coming up.

You must be desperate!

-Is that what people are saying
about me? That I'm desperate?

What else are they calling me?

A prison widow?
A gangster's moll?

-No! Of course not.

-Oh, why don't you just take
a photograph? It'll last longer!

-Maybe I should take over here?

-I think maybe I could do
with a -- a wee lie-down.

-Good idea.

-It was, um,
three skinny lattes.

-Coming up.

You were asking
how Nicole was coping.

Think you've got your answer.

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-Why could you not tell me

what Doreen and Emmy
were arguing about?

-Well, I suspect it would breach
patient confidentiality.

-Is it possible that Doreen
could have access

to Emmy's medical records?

Siobhan,
could she have seen them?

-Finn, I'm sorry,
I can't answer that.

-Doreen White?
-Yeah.

-I'm Detective Constable
Jo Lipton.

We would like to have a word
with you, please,

down at the station.
-But I haven't done anything.

-Doreen, I'll assume you'd
rather we didn't place

you under arrest.

-Then let's go then.

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Doreen, why did you go around

to the O'Carolans' house
this morning?

-It wasn't me
that assaulted Bridget.

-That's not what the
Detective Constable asked you.

-On this video footage,
we can clearly see

you waving a piece of paper
at Emmy O'Carolan.

What was on it?

-No comment.

♪♪

-Listen, you might
want to talk

to Doreen's manager
at the medical centre.

-Oh? What about?

-Something Siobhan said.
Or didn't say.

It might be useful to find out

if Doreen can access
patients' medical records.

-You think that's what was
on the piece of paper?

-And try and keep Siobhan's name
out of it.

She was at pains to preserve
patient confidentiality.

-Yeah. Of course.

[ Buzzer ]

♪♪

-Sorry for ringing you.
We know you're busy.

-No, no.
You did the right thing.

I should have called round
earlier.

-Nicole's in her bedroom.

♪♪

[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

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-Nicole, come on, love.

Don't forget,
I'm a police officer,

and if you don't open this
door, I will break it down.

-You wouldn't dare.

-So...

I heard Clint didn't get bail.

-Serves him right.

-You don't mean that.
-Don't I?

I feel so stupid.

-You're not --

-Do you know what I did
the other day?

I went to see Bridget O'Carolan

about one of her
Celtic fertility ceremonies.

One final attempt
to give Clint a baby.

Oh, yes, I was prepared
to run around a fairy ring,

waving herbs, in an attempt
to conceive that man's child.

And what does he do?

He disgraces me.

Gets himself arrested
in front of everyone.

How am I supposed to hold up
my head up in this town?

-It doesn't matter
what other people think.

It's how you feel about Clint
that's important.

♪♪

-I love him.

I always have
and I always will.

-Well, there you go then.

♪♪

-So, what am I supposed to do?

-Uh...

You get through this.

One way or another.

Starting by putting your face on

and getting back
behind that bar.

Yes?

♪♪

-Marlene?

-Yeah?

-If I can get over
what Clint has done,

can't you see that
it's complicated for Barry?

Maybe he deserves
a second chance, too.

♪♪

[ Gulls cry ]

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-Doreen, I spoke to your
manager at the medical centre.

-Am I gonna lose my job?

-Why would you think that?

-Because I looked
at patient files.

I'm not supposed to do that.

-Whose files did you access?

-Bridget O'Carolan's.

I found out there's no way
she could be Emmy's mother.

-Is that what was on
the piece of paper?

-Yes. I printed
Bridget's record out.

She had a hysterectomy in 1998,
years before Emmy was born.

The whole thing,
her "miracle baby," it's a lie.

-Did you tell Emmy?

-I know I shouldn't have done.

-When? When did you tell her?

Was it yesterday during that
argument you were having?

-Yes. But she didn't believe me.
That's why I took the proof

round to their house
this morning.

-And then what did you do?

You drove up to the Fairy Ring
and assaulted Bridget?

-No! I got into my car
and drove to work.

I got in at 8:00,
like I told you.

I didn't assault Bridget.
I didn't!

♪♪

-What do we know

of Emmy O'Carolan's movements
this morning?

-Well, she dropped her mum off
at the Fairy Ring first thing.

-And then she drove home.

-When Doreen showed up
at her door with proof

Bridget wasn't her real mum.

-Emmy must have been angry.

-Angry enough to hit her
over the head?

-Well, you don't know how
you'd react, hearing that.

I mean, she's been lied to
her whole life.

-There's something else.

Um, I was scrolling through the
photos on Bridget's web site.

Every time she performs
one of her ceremonies,

there's a distinctive stone.

It's painted blue.
-Painted blue?

Like the paint
found on Bridget's head wound?

-There were a load of those

for sale outside
the O'Carolan place.

-There was no sign of a blue
stone at the crime scene.

-Presumably the assailant
took it with them, right?

-Yeah, but I was thinking
there might be blue paint flecks

or debris on their clothing.

♪♪

[ Distant siren ]

♪♪

-I just spoke to a nurse.

Bridget discharged herself
against doctor's orders.

Emmy took her out to the car.

-What?

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

-Bridget. I didn't expect
to see you out and about.

-Concepta.
When did you get back?

-You look terrible.
Why aren't you in hospital?

-Sorry, Mrs. O'Hare.
We're in a bit of a rush.

-What's going on here?

-No offence, but...
it's none of your business.

♪♪

[ Engine starts ]

♪♪

-Finn, it's your mother.

I've just seen Bridget
and Emmy O'Carolan.

Something funny going on there.

[ Siren wails, tyres screech ]

-Look! There they are.

♪♪

♪♪

-What's the problem?
-Finn.

-Bridget, you okay?!

-Emmy, why did you take your mum
out of hospital?

-I wanted to get her away,
so she can rest and get better.

-I'm gonna call an ambulance.
-Okay. Step out of the vehicle.

-Papa Delta One to Control...

-Emmy O'Carolan,
I'm arresting you on suspicion

of grievous bodily harm
with intent.

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

if you do not mention
when questioned,

something which you later
rely on in court,

it may harm your defence.

Anything you do say
may be given in evidence.

-Look, you're making
a huge mistake.

♪♪

This is insane! As if I'd attack
my mum. I love her.

-Emmy, we conducted a search
on your house.

Located in the wash basket,
we found a blouse,

and on the sleeve
of that blouse

there were flecks of blue paint
which are similar

to the ones found
around Bridget's head wound.

In the same area of that blouse,

there were small spots

of which we believe is blood.

We've sent it away for analysis.

-Tell me, Emmy, will this
blood and paint come back

as a positive match
for Bridget's injury

and for the stone?

-I'm sorry.

-Yeah.

They will.

-Why don't you start
by telling us what happened

when Doreen came round
to your house this morning?

-She had this printout.

Mum's medical records.

It said that mum had
had a hysterectomy

a couple of years
before I was born.

-That must have been
hard to read.

-Look, I never meant
to hurt my mum.

I would never, ever, but...

When I got back to the
Fairy Ring, I confronted her.

You know, she was acting like
all the lies meant nothing.

Like, gaslighting me.
Like, it drove me crazy.

It all happened so quickly.

She turned her back.

I grabbed the blue sacred stone
and...

before I could even think, I...

-What did you do, Emmy?

-I struck her.

Across the head.

Next thing I know,
she's just lying there...

-And then?

-I panicked.

Ran.

I got in my car
and I drove away.

-And what did you do
with the stone?

-I hid it in the false boot
of my car.

In the spare wheel.

If you're conducting searches,
you'll find it soon enough.

-And then what did you do, Emmy?

-Look, I wanted to come clean,

but when I saw Mum
in the hospital,

she begged me not to.

She didn't want me
getting in trouble,

and I didn't want her secret
to come out.

It would ruin her.

♪♪

-This is all my fault.

When Emmy confronted me
with the truth,

I handled it so badly.

I never meant to lie.

But when I arrived in
Port Devine with a baby in tow,

people assumed she was mine.

I never corrected them.

The longer I left it,
the harder it got.

-That's more
than a bit disingenuous.

You not only let people believe
you'd given birth to Emmy,

you told them
she was your miracle.

-Emmy is my miracle!

I'd tried to adopt a child
for ages, years.

I was ready to give up,

and then I decided
to perform one last ceremony

as the sun came up.

The moment I got home,
the phone rang.

It was the adoption agency.
It was meant to be.

-But you say that
you can help people conceive.

-Conceive i-in the wider sense.

Children come into your life
in many different ways.

I believe, before we're born,

it's our spirit who decides
who will parent us.

Sometimes it's biological,
sometimes it's not.

You two were lucky.

♪♪

♪♪

-Bridget's right, you know.
You and I have both been lucky.

-I thought Barry was doing
your head in at the moment.

-No, he is.
But I need to sort that.

Life's too short.
What about you and Concepta?

-She seems determined to pretend
that nothing's changed.

-And you can't go along
with that?

-Marlene, I know
that she loves me.

But I am not gonna live a lie.

♪♪

♪♪

-Jo, I was thinking...

D'you fancy coming over
to my place later?

-Uh, I'd love to...
but I've made other plans.

-You mean you're on a date
with him?

-Look, Callum, me and you,
we're casual. Remember?

-See that new detective?

-What, the hotshot
down from Belfast?

-What's she doing in a one-horse
town like Port Devine?

-Maybe she fancied
a change of pace.

-A woman like that
in a town like this?

She's up to something.
You mark my words.

-Yes, kids!

-Tell me, Barry.

Is it true you're opposed
to same-sex relationships?

-No! Of course not.

-That's not what we heard.

-People are saying you're not
invited to Marlene's wedding

because you're an "old bigot."

-Oh, for goodness' sake!

-What you youngsters
don't understand

is that our generation
hold firm religious beliefs.

-Right.

Marlene, can I have a wee word?

-Actually, Barry, there's
something I want to say to you.

All this business
with the church blessing...

-It's happening.

-What?

-I've pulled a few strings,
it's sorted.

You are getting your blessing
in my church,

like the way you always wanted.

-What would I do without you?

Thank you.

♪♪

[ Gulls cry ]

-So, what, it was Emmy
who attacked her mum?

-I can't confirm or deny that.

-Ach, you don't have to.

God, Emmy must have been
so angry when she found out

her mum's been lying to her
all these years.

-Must have been.

-It's close to home?

-A wee bit.

Come on.

-I'm delighted for you, babe.

How did you swing that?

-Ah, now, friends
in high places.

[ Door opens ]

-There's my lad, now.

Well, Finn?

-Hey, Ma.

I can't do it.

I can't just pretend
that nothing's changed.

-Let's not have
this conversation here.

♪♪

[ Door opens ]

♪♪

It was worth a punt.

-What was?

-Coming back here.

Seeing if we could rewind
to how things were

before you knew
I wasn't your real mother.

-I'm sorry.
-Don't be.

I knew it was a long shot.

So, I didn't bother
unpacking my bag.

-I really don't want you to go.

-Look, Finn.

We've had decades of happiness
being mother and son.

And that's why I can't stay
in Port Devine,

living a second-rate version
of that.

See, Finn, you need answers.

Answers that only Assumpta...

your real mother, can give you.

-Yeah.

So, what are you gonna do?

-I've been offered a job.

A live-in position
as a cook and housekeeper

to a lovely old priest
in Tyrone.

-Does it have to be
like this, Ma?

I mean, is there nothing
I can do to make you stay?

-You know me.

When I set my mind
to something...

-Like mother, like son, eh?

[ Chuckles ]

Just... tell me
this isn't good-bye.

-Of course it's not.
It's au revoir.

And I insist you all come
to visit me in Tyrone.

On a regular basis.

-You try and keep us away.

♪♪

-You'll always be my lovely lad.

-[ Sobs ]

♪♪

♪♪

-You can look at that
after I've gone.

-Okay.

I'm gonna miss you, Ma.
-None of that mushy stuff.

I'll see you very soon.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

-Where's that impossible woman
off to now?

-She couldn't stay, Barry.

-Oh, for goodness' sake!

-You okay, love?

What's that?

♪♪

-Assumpta's last-known address.

-What are you gonna do?

-I'm gonna go to America.

And I'm gonna find my mother.

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