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-♪ Yeah

♪ Yeah

♪ Oh-oh

-Jamie always comes out
and says hi before the gig.

I mean, he used to,
when I was younger and followed the band.

-Well, no wonder this is their last gig

if this is a big a crowd as they get.

-It's a selective audience, Granny.

-Mm.
-I told you, I won the tickets.

-Well, aren't we lucky that
you chose us to accompany you?

-It's always been my dream
to see Hot Boy Four perform!

-Guys, if I could just get you

to coordinate the harmonies
for the backing track?

-♪ Oh, I lose control

♪ Every time I take a hit, I see you ♪

♪ Back and forth we go

♪ Slipping through my fingers
like you're made of smoke ♪

-Jesus,
I always forget how shit these lyrics are.

-You shut your face, Robbie.

-They are a bit shit.

-Well, the girls don't seem to mind.

-Guys, if I could just get you
to coordinate the harmonies

for the backing track upstairs.

-"Desert Queen" was our biggest hit.

-Yeah.

And it got you a solo deal, lest we forget.

-You know,
I'd say jealousy doesn't suit you.

But it really does.

-Yeah, that's right. Go and see yourfans!

-Guys, backing track?

-What?

-Oh, my God, there he is! There's Jamie.

-Oh, no!

-I love you!

-I love you so much!

-Oh, my God!

Isn't he gorgeous?

What?

-No.

-Oh, my God!

-No, no, don't.

-Jesus.

-The other band members, the sound engineer,

the studio employees,
they all stayed downstairs in the studio,

along with the band manager, John Dawson.

He's the, uh, deceased's father.

There's only one way up
and down from the roof,

and there's CCTV on the door.

-Was there a note?
-Uh, yeah.

"Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.

Caught in that sensual music all neglect

Monuments of unaging intellect."

It's a quote by William Butler Yeats.

Jamie had it in his jacket.

-An obscure suicide note.
-Mm.

-Shit.

My mother bloody loves this stuff.

-I am well aware.

Yeah.

I can't believe it. I mean, what was he, 25?

-28.

-Ah, sweetheart.

I'm so sorry.

We're gonna get you anything you need, okay?

Suicide.

-What?

No, it wasn't suicide.

-Oh, love.
-It wasn't.

-Are you sure?

-Jordan just sent this through.

-"Monuments of unaging intellect."

-You're going to be fine, love.

-Mm.

-We'll get you through this.

-That is the second time I've
seen someone fall from a roof.

-Maybe you're the common denominator.

Where are you going?

-Oh, I'm just taking Fergus home.

-Granny, listen to me.

Jamie just signed a multimillion deal.

His fiancée, Cora, she's pregnant.

They were planning their wedding.

-Darling, people often hide their pain.

-Harry, we could take a look.

-What if I hire you both?

-Well that would be a 5,000-Euro retainer

for the two of us, Lola.

Look, if I knew you had that
sort of money lying around,

I'd have to revisit how much
I put in your Christmas cards.

-If I got it, would you take the case?

-You're in shock.

-I know, but I also know I'm right.

-Look, Harry, I think we should help.

-I said no.

-Fine.

-We can't give her false hope.

-Fergus?

Fergus?

Fergus!
-I don't want to speak to you.

-This can't go on!

We have to talk.

I have a right to see Liberty.

-You lost all your rights
when you walked out on us.

We were still willing to give you a chance,

and what did you do?

You try to take Liberty away from us.

-It's not about hurting you.
-But it ishurting me!

I thought that when you came back, you --

I thought --
-Fergus...

I want you to come to the States, too.

I just know you don't want to move.

-Stop.

Your solicitor can talk to our solicitor.

Harry found her, and she's brilliant.

You don't stand a chance.

-Granny, don't be angry.

-When somebody starts a
conversation like that...

-Everyone's been commenting
on CoJa's social page.

-Who?
-Cora and Jamie?

-Oh.
-CoJa?

It's a ship name.

Never mind.

Anyway,
everyone's been offering condolences.

But I DM'd her.

I might've told her that
my boyfriend and granny

are private investigators.

And the thing is,
she knows Jamie didn't kill himself,

and she wants to meet you.

Will you meet her? Please?

It would --
It would really mean a lot to me.

-Well, I can hardly say no

to a woman who's just lost her fiancé.

I mean, this may not amount to anything,

and we have to accept that.

-Yeah, I will.

I do. I promise.

-I thought you were worried
about giving Lola false hope.

-Jamie might not be the brightest spark,

but that note he left,

that just didn't sit right with me.

It's a quote from "Sailing to Byzantium."

You read it?
-I mean...

I feel like I might've
read it for my junior,

but, nope, nothing.

Can't remember a line.

-You are living proof of in
one ear and out the other.

-The quote seems like an appropriate choice,

but "Sailing to Byzantium"
is not about dying.

It's about an old man craving immortality.

"Consume my heart away; sick with desire

And fastened to a dying animal

It knows not what it is; and gather me

Into the artifice of eternity."

-Right, well, maybe Jamie thought

that dying young would make him immortal.

-Well, wouldn't you think he'd
rather achieve his fame on earth

before being immortalized?

-Hadn't he just got a big break?

-Let's ask some questions.
-Yeah.

-Jamie just signed for
$4 million to Triumph.

He was so excited about
this baby and the wedding.

I know they say suicidal
people often seem okay.

-That's true, Cora, love.

-But there's more.

-What am I looking at?

-Everyone thought Jamie was a cliché.

The paps painted him as this bad boy.

The fans thought he'd shag any one of them.

No offense to your granddaughter.

But Jamie was more than that.

And that week there,

he was donating bone marrow to his cousin.

-He was?
-What?

-His cousin has leukemia,
and he told nobody,

just me and his cousin's doctors.

Do you think that a man
with everything to live for

would agree to help a dying relative

and then just kill himself?

-Well, it's certainly unusual.

You didn't know?

-No, he never said.

Why didn't you tell me, Cora?

-He asked me not to.

-But you're his dad and his manager.

-Yes, by accident, almost,
his manager, that is.

The boys were so young,
and I'm an accountant by trade.

I'd have done anything for Jamie.

-I want to hire you, Harry.

I can't have my beautiful man back,

but I won't have his son growing up

thinking he didn't want to be here for him.

-I'm still trying to get my head around it.

I mean, he was here, then...

he was gone.

-Quite.

You were close?

-Known him all my life.

-Well, that doesn't mean you were close.

I mean, he was leaving the band, wasn't he?

Sadly, money talked.

You know, in the end,
I think that's why he did it.

-Sorry, you think Jamie killed himself

because he was being
offered millions to go solo?

-Yep.

He knew and I knew what that meant.

He was about to be exposed.

-How, exactly?

-Look, Jamie had something,
sure, but his star shone

because he was the best-looking
member of a successful band,

and I wrote nearly all our songs.

I mean, Iwas the lyricist.

Like...

♪ I can see it in your eyes

♪ All those secret lies

♪ You've been with other

♪ Guys

-Wow, you got me.

-Deep.

-Yeah.

And then Jamie throws
together this nonsense track

that gets a little bit of momentum,

and suddenly he believes his own hype.

I mean, it was a fluke.

Like, he couldn't do it again.

-So you're the poet in the band?
-Yeah.

-You know your Yeats, do you?

-"Heard melodies are sweet,
but those unheard are sweeter."

-Nice try, but that Keats.

-♪ Yeah, yeah

-Whose idea was it to have
the farewell gig on the roof?

-Our manager's.
It's the only place to keep the paps away.

I mean, Jamie encouraged them,

didn't care how it
affected people around him.

Poor Cora had to get a
restraining order on one,

Clodagh Daly.

I mean, the woman was obsessed with Jamie.

Like, she'd follow him into the toilets.

-Will you and the guys stay together now?

Nah.

I need to pursue my dreams.

You know, Jamie caused a crack,

and now the light's getting in.

"The light's getting in."

Genius.

I need to write that down.

-Plagiarizing Leonard Cohen, but whatever.

Well, if the paps were that obsessed,

I can see them trying to
get footage of this gig

any way they could.

-Mm.

Right, the foreman of that one

said that it was locked
up the day of the concert.

The other one is residential
and has no access to the roof,

and he also told me that the manager

of the hotel you just came out of

is a right snob and would
never let any paps in.

So I'm guessing you had no luck, either.

-Wrong.
He's not just a snob, he's very tight.

-What does that mean?

-It means he underpays his staff.

The porter there was very
happy to take 20 quid from me

to tell me he took 50 quid from a pap

who wanted to be on the
roof to watch the concert.

-Who was it?

-I'm not buying anything.

-Oh.

But are you selling?

-Excuse me?

-We know you were watching Jamie D

on the roof of his recording
studio the day he died.

The question is, did you take any photos?

-I didn't. I mean, I never --

-We know Jamie had a
restraining order against you

and photography was forbidden at the event,

but we have a witness, Clodagh.

Now, you can either talk to us
or you can talk to the police,

but we're a lot nicer.

-Mm.

-Holy hell.

-Oh.
-I didn't know what to do.

I know the Guards need to see it,

but I shouldn't have been there,

and I definitely shouldn't
have been taking pictures.

-Show us the photos.

He used to be so much kinder,
before he met Cora.

He'd smile at me.

And one time he gave me a tissue
he'd used to wipe his sweat.

-Holy shit!

-Zoom in.

It's a drone, isn't it?

-Yeah, I don't know.

I mean, look,
I don't know enough about drones,

but there is something
not right about that one.

-We need to show this to
the Guards right away.

-My Jamie.

-It's not proof he was murdered.

The drone could've
accidentally flown into him.

-It was deliberate.

It's a quadcopter drone, a Kargu-2.

The Turkish military use them.

No one operates a drone of that capacity

and accidentally flies into someone.

-I never knew you were so knowledgeable

about Turkish warfare.

-If it was deliberate, they'd have to know

Jamie would be up on that
roof alone at the time.

-Uh...

-Anything you want to tell us, Harry?

-No, no, no.

We'll just, um...

let you get along with your police work.

-Well, let's keep this quiet for now.

If the killer thinks he got away with it,
he might slip up.

-You remember what Lola said?

Jamie always goes onstage

before the gig to talk to his fans.

-And his bandmates and fans would know that.

-Mm. Well, fans have killed before,
but Jamie's fans?

Apart from Clodagh Daly,
they're all teenage girls.

-And whoever operated the drone

had to be in the vicinity, right?

So one of the bandmates, then?

But, I mean,
which one of them could get their hands

on such a sophisticated drone?

-I'm not sure any of them can sing.

But maybe one of them

has some actual talent with technology.

-Hmm.

-♪ Yeah

♪ Yeah

♪ Oh-oh

Poor Jamie.

-The guys are upstairs. Come in.

♪ Oh, I ♪

♪ I think I found my desert queen♪

-Yeah, yeah, good.

God, that's enough, thank you.

-Maybe you want to listen
to one of my songs?

I heard my voice can do funny
things to a woman's legs.

-What, make her want to run very fast?

-Why are you calling yourselves boys?

Hot Boy Four?
I mean, aren't you all in your late 20s?

-Definitely legal, baby.

-Ugh.

And they are?

-Pants.

The girls send them in by
the dozen to be signed.

It's hard work getting the right pen

that doesn't go through the material.

-So...

what are you two planning to do now?

-Uh,
I was thinking about making a cup of tea

when I've finished this batch.

-I mean now that the band has split up.

-Oh, right, yeah.

Uh...

I was thinking about going
into the techie side.

I'm deadly on computers.

I can beat all my nieces and nephews

on all the computer games,
you name it, hands down.

10-year-olds are really sore losers.

I'll tell you that for nothing.

-And what about you, Emmanuel?

-I'm going solo, too.

Kind of glad, to be honest.

There's always been too
many people in this band

who think they're writers.

I want my own material out there.

-So you're a writer?

-Not yet, but no need to rush.

Plenty of money and that.

-So you weren't angry about
Jamie breaking up the band?

Robbie didn't seem too impressed with him.

-Well, I wouldn't say that.

-Like I said,
it's given us a lot of opportunities.

And we miss him terribly.

-Hey, I couldn't grab a cuppa, could I?

-Sure,
let me finish those three thongs and...

...these French knickers.

♪ I'm all alone ♪

♪ So I-I-I-I dance --♪

-Hi. Hope I'm not disturbing.

Uh, Harry Wild.

-Nah, you're grand.

You alright? Need help with something?

-Yeah. Oh.

We're friends of Cora, Jamie's fiancée.

-Oh, that poor woman.

- How's she doing?
- You know what?

You're the first person that's asked.

None of his bandmates seem to be
the least bit bothered with her.

-Or anybody bar themselves.

Sorry, that sounded harsh.

They're good lads, really. It's just...

I've worked with a few boy bands.

They get all this adulation
and attention from a young age,

and honestly, I think it warps them.

-How long have you worked for,
uh, Hot Boy Four?

Did you know Jamie?

-I only started here a few weeks ago.

-Oh.

-I think they struggle to keep employees.

I feel bad.

I shouldn't be speaking ill of the dead.

Jamie was a nice enough bloke, I'm sure.

-And I'm only asking because
I-I saw that you reacted

to something that Emmanuel
said about them being well-off.

-Oh, I guess I did.

It might be nothing, but in my job,

they don't really notice you.
-Oh.

-And you hear a good bit
you probably shouldn't.

A few days ago, they were fighting.

The other members of the band were going on

about a greatest hits album

they wanted to release before Jamie left.

They seemed desperate for it,
but Jamie had put his foot down.

-Well, could you do that?

-When the record company gave
the boys their own label branch,

the band decided that all albums

had to have unanimous agreement pre-release,

and all gigs had to be agreed to.

-Well,
wouldn't Jamie want the band to make money?

I mean, he was leaving.

-I have no idea.

But I guess they can release that album now.

-Yeah.
-Sorry I can't be more help.

-Oh, on the contrary,
you've been very helpful.

-You have to watch it brew.
It's like with the kettle.

You have to watch it, or it won't boil.

-You know that's --

Never mind.

-I've put the right tea bags in anyway.

Your man, what's his name, the sound guy,

he keeps all this kind of
weird healthy shit in here.

Made perfume tea last week.

Sounded like a flower and
tasted like dog's piss.

I mean, what is that?

-How many people work here, actually?

I've only seen the sound guy.

-We have to have a closed
studio because of all the fame.

So we bought the building.

We bring in other workers when needed,

but mostly it's just us here.

-Oh, but now you're selling the building?

-John takes care of the business stuff.

-Ah, right.

You know, um, back there I got the feeling

that you weren't happy about
Jamie leaving the band.

-Ah, it's nothing, really.

Just came out of the blue, you know?

Found out he was leaving when his new agent

sent the letter to his da.

Can you imagine?

Cold.

-♪ Yeah

♪ Yeah

-Something is rotten in
the state of Denmark.

-You doing "Hamlet"
for your Leaving Certificate?

-Yeah, and that's got me thinking

families are bloody nuts.
-Huh.

-Jamie's da's in charge of the money, right?

-Mm, indeed.

Like minds.

Even bands need to form companies.

Can you search for something?

We need to check the state of
Hot Boy Four's accounts quickly.

-Cora's at a hospital appointment.

I'm still in shock, I think.

My beautiful boy.

Who'd do this? Who'd want to hurt him?

-From my experience,
there's usually only a handful

of reasons for murder --

revenge, love gone wrong...

money.

We know about the band's finances, John.

-You had to sell your house,
and now you're selling the studio.

-Yes, Hot Boy Four were bankrupt.

I filed the accounts a few weeks ago,

but it had been bad for months.

-Not exactly great management.

-Wasn't cut out for it.

I was an accountant in a small office

when the lads started doing well.

I told them I couldn't be their manager.

They insisted.

They didn't need a friend.
They needed a boss.

Those boys had no sense of money.

They wanted the lavish lifestyle.

-Sounds like you're dodging the blame.

-I know how it looks.

I kept trying to rein them in,
but they walked all over me.

I think they realized towards the end

how much trouble they were in.

Jamie certainly did.

I had a plan to turn it all around,
but then --

-But then Jamie said he was leaving.

That must've made you very angry.

-Not only leaving,
but not even allowing them

to make a profit in their last days.

-He didn't realize how selfish he was being.

He thought they needed to learn a lesson.

He was my son, and I loved him,
but, God, he could be an ass.

And now I can't get my head around

what he was doing for his cousin.

I wish he'd told me.

-It doesn't look good, John.

Bankruptcy,
your son keeping things from you.

And now the police know
that he was murdered.

-You don't think I killed him?

I loved him.

God,
sometimes I thought I failed him as a parent,

but he was my son.

-It's not about what we think.

It's about what the police will think.

-Surely they can't believe
that I killed him for money.

That's madness.

-Will I get that?

-I'd give my life to have my son back.

Surely everybody realizes that.

-John Dawson?

We'd like you to come
to the station with us.

-I looked at the numbers for you.

The release of that greatest hits album,

a new farewell gig,
the reprints of their other albums,

Jamie's death is very profitable.

-Mm, how profitable?

-Well, by my estimation,
we're talking 2 million at least.

So Cora's baby will get Jamie's share,

but she won't inherit anything

because they weren't married yet.

-Oh,
it's handy having an actuary in the family.

You know, I'm always amazed when
you remember what I do, Harry.

-Oh, God.

If I have to listen to
that song one more time,

I'm gonna throw myself off a roof.

-Mm, extreme.

But I hear you.

-Mm, hey, how's Fergus getting on?

That stuff with his mother?

-I helped him find a solicitor,
but I don't know.

I-I need to get a handle on this woman.

I don't think she's bad,
but she's misguided,

and she's causing more
damage than she knows.

-It was this photo, right?

-Ah, yes, that's it.

-Oh, so Hot Boy Four was Hot Boy Five?

-Yeah, everyone knows that.
-I don't think they do.

-Oh, well,
I guess he's kind of an urban legend now.

The band wiped most of this
stuff from the Internet.

Goth wasn't a great look for them.

Even I agree.

-So who was he?

-Keith Twomey.

He actually formed the band,

but then he left just before
they got really famous.

-Stuart Sutcliffe.
-Who?

-The fifth member of The Beatles.

-Gosh,
imagine being so close to that sort of fame

and then nobody knows your name.

-Yeah,
I think they had artistic differences.

-Where is he now?

-That's the thing. Nobody knows.

He just disappeared.

-Hmm.

-Hello?

-Oh, hello. This is, uh, Harry and Fergus.

Thank you for taking our call, John.

-Well, I'm not doing anything else.

I keep telling them they've got it wrong.

-Do you remember Keith Twomey?

-Of course.

Why are you asking about Keith?

-Why did he leave the band?

-He always thought a bit much of himself,
Keith.

Joined the lads' school when he was 16,

latched onto their friend group.

He came up with the idea of the band.

Always wanted it to be something different,
though.

He thought his lyrics had meaning.

I mean, he was smart to an extent.

He knew that Jamie would be a problem

if the band went into the realm of pop.

Jamie would shine.

Keith was a bit on the large side.

He wasn't a particularly good-looking kid,

so the goth stuff suited him.

-Do you know where he is now?

-Honestly, no.

When he left the band,
he claimed he was going off

to live the quiet life,
cottage, somewhere rural,

Donegal, I think,
where he could paint his masterpiece.

I know this because I paid him off

to make sure that he wouldn't go

and write a big book of revelations.

-What revelations?

-Uh, a tell-all.

He threatened to reveal
all the band's secrets --

who hated who, who couldn't sing,
so on, vicious stuff.

-How much did you pay him?

-100K.

When I think about what
those lads went on to earn

before they lost it all,
Keith would've made a fortune.

-Thank you, John.
That was really, really helpful.

We've gone about this all wrong.

We assumed that they were after Jamie

because he was leaving the band,

but what if Keith Twomey
is getting his revenge

for what he lost and Jamie's just the first?

-We need to warn the rest of the band.

-Yeah, and find Keith Twomey.

-Oh, I know where he is.

Emmanuel? Fergus Reid here.

-Well, that's a plot twist.

-♪ Love is cruelty, love is kind ♪

♪ Love is real

♪ Love is fake

♪ Love is

♪ Ca-Cake

Cake. Cake?

Oh, bloody hell,
I'm trying to make art here.

-Thank goodness you're safe.
We've been ringing you!

-Robbie, we think Keith Twomey is back.

-And?
-And he murdered Jamie.

-Ah, come off it. Fat Keith?

The only thing he can murder
is a bucket of fried chicken.

-This is serious, Robbie.
-Yeah, so is my work.

Look, I'm not scared of Keith bloody Twomey.

He couldn't scare anybody.

Oh, this never ends.

Hello?

Yeah, that's me. Who's this?

Mm, okay, where?

The Workman's Club?

Uh, how about you leave it with me?

Do you have a number?

Right.

-Who was it?

-Journalist, allegedly.

He said he wants me to do an
interview and a photo shoot

in The Workman's Club.

-What's that?

-It's a music venue.

We did our first-ever gig there.

But the weird thing is...

he said he was from "Hot Music Weekly,"

and I know every journo in there.

He's not one of them.

-What if you could catch a killer, Robbie?

If our theory is right,

he's coming after the rest of you.

Wouldn't it be better to know when?

-We can go together,
and then you can tell the world

how you helped to find Jamie's murderer.

-Catch a killer you say?

What the fuck?

Chris?

What the hell are you doing here?

Where's Keith?

-Get on the crate, Robbie.

-Shit. He has a gun.

-Oh, Christ. Uh, message Charlie.

-He'll have shot him or hanged him

by the time the Guards get here.

-We'll have to stall him.

-Jesus! Harry!

No, wait, you're Keith.

-How did you know?

-The Gweedore seaweed drink.

Gweedore is in Donegal,
where you own a cottage.

-The one you bought after
John Dawson paid you off.

-People on diets drink
buckets of that seaweed stuff.

You became a fitness fanatic
after you left the band.

-You cut your hair, you lost the weight,

but what really helped
you to hide your identity

was how self-obsessed the boys were.

-Self-obsessed sums them up.

Get on the crate.

-Whoa, whoa, what are you doing, Keith?

We're here, we've seen you.
What's the point in this?

-I had a plan --

Jamie throwing himself off the roof,

Robbie hanging himself after the tragedy,

Nick and Emmanuel dying in a car crash.

Oh, yeah,
I've tampered with Emmanuel's brakes,

and him and Nick are on their
way right now to meet a journo

who's dying to interview them.

Get on the crate!

-But we're witnesses, right?
The police will know it was you.

-Well, plan's changed.

Luckily I've got enough
bullets for all of you.

-Get on the crate!

-Oh!

-Okay, okay.

-Rope around your neck.

Do it, or I'll shoot you, anyway.

-Wait. No, wait, y-you're the real poet

in the band, aren't you?

That's why you put that
suicide note in Jamie's jacket.

Yeats, wasn't it?

-Well, those idiots could
never appreciate my genius.

-Oh!

-You little runt.

Oh!

-Oh!

Aah! Aah!

-Oh! Oh!

Ooh.

-Emmanuel! Where are you?

You okay?

They were suspicious after we called them.

They're safe.

-Um...

Can I get down?

-As you all know, my relationship with Jamie

wasn't always, well, the best.

I knew he was a talent, but sometimes --

now, forgive me,
Cora -- I thought he was hard work.

But when I heard that he was
donating his bone marrow,

in Jamie's honor, I'm stepping in.

I've done the test, and I'm a match.

Uh,
I'll do it for my nephew but also for my son.

To Jamie.
-To Jamie!

-Ahh!

-Have you got any plans after this?

Because I know a place that serves fine wine

to people who age like fine wine.

-Thank God I have somewhere to be.

-Well, maybe you'll reconsider after this.

Boys?

-♪ Oh, I lose control

♪ Every time I take a hit, I see you ♪

-Wow.
-♪ Back and forth we go

♪ Slipping through my fingers
like you're made of smoke ♪

♪ Then, damn, you're gone

♪ So I dance with your ghost all night ♪

♪ And I never felt so fine

-Aah! Oh!

Ohh!

-Did she just wee?

-Right, I'll get a couple of towels,
some hot water.

-Harry, w-what else do I need? Harry?

-If it's a girl, will you call her after me?

-It's a boy!

-It's alright love, I'm here.

-Oh...
-Someone boil a kettle!

Harry, what else do I need?!

-Fergus, for Christ sakes, calm down.

Deep breaths, Cora, deep breaths.

We'll get rid of these stupid men.

Get out!

That's good.

Deep breaths.
Oh, you've got it, Cora, you've got it.

-What a surprise.
Even Jamie's kid has to take the spotlight.

-Mmm.

Ahh.

Thanks, Glenn.

- I've had a day.
- Sorry to hear that, Harry.

If it was anything like mine,
I can only imagine.

-Well, what happened to you?
-Found out June's not coming back.

She's left me in charge
of The Goose forever.

-Well, that's good news, isn't it?

I mean, you seem to be enjoying it.

-Yeah, probably right, Harry.

Gotta be fate, though, ain't it, eh?

Me being here just when
June's life fell apart?

I mean, I know I'm never not here,

but still, it's uncanny.

Anyway, time for me to stop gabbing

and start pulling up my big-boy pants

and run this pub into the ground.

-I'm not entirely sure
that's what you meant.

- Mm.
- Hmm?

-Never mind. Don't worry about it.

Thank you for asking to meet.

-You don't know what I'm going to say yet.

-But I know you've got Fergus'
best interests at heart.

And you're also a mother,

so you can understand where I'm coming from.

-Mm, I'm not sure that I do.

-I can't keep apologizing for walking out.

But I've come back to do the right thing.

Liberty needs her mother.

Fergus has his life here, I get that.

I still hope he'd come and visit.

-You're speaking like someone
who thinks they've already won.

-You've seen Malky.

Regardless of how good
a job Fergus has done,

Malky's not a fit father.

I need your help, Harry.

I need Fergus to understand.

I just don't want this to become bitter.

-Paula, youneed to understand

that what you did was unforgivable.

-This isn't about Malky or you.

Fergus stepped in when you stepped out,

and he made a happy home for Liberty.

And you want to destroy it?

You want to take her
away and break his heart

just so you can feel a little
bit better about yourself?

-Is your own relationship
with your son so good

that you can preach to me?

-Parent-child relationships are difficult,

but I've always put my son first.

Paula, if you don't stop this,
you're going to lose everything.

-Oh, you're right.
I doneed to put them first.

And that is exactly what I'm doing,

whether you agree or not,

because they are mychildren, not yours.

-And that's what she does best...

...leaves.