♪ ♪ [ Pop music playing in headphones ] ♪ ♪ [ Pop music stops ] ♪ -Mr. McManners?

Mr. McManners, is that you?

Mr. McManners?

♪ -It's a bullet hole.

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

-What calls?

Mr. McManners!

It's Finn O'Hare.

I need you to open the door.

I'd like to make sure you're okay.

-I definitely saw someone in there.

♪ -Okay, if you don't open the door, I'm gonna have to break it down.

-Hold your horses!

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

-Mr. McManners... are you gonna tell me what's going on?

[ Police radio chatter ] -I was expecting rural crime to be all stolen sheep and over-churned butter, but attempted murder?

-Relax, Columbo.

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

-Yeah, fired at your old headmaster.

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

-Yeah.

What's he saying?

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

-Yeah?

-But of course, he's making out that we're making a load of fuss over nothing.

-Right, well, doesn't look like nothing to me.

-Here.

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

-Mr. McManners?

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

He'll be heading up the investigation.

-There's no need for all this fuss.

-Can you tell us what happened?

-When?

-When someone fired a gunshot through your front door.

-There was a man -- probably an accident.

-Did you recognize him?

-Of course I didn't.

-Eugene, do you think you could give us a description?

-What are you two doing here?

-Don't look at me.

-Niamh told me Eugene had been shot at.

-He was, er, in his late 60's -- thin, baldy, mean-looking fella.

-And what was he wearing?

-Checked shirt, pale trousers.

-And you've been receiving nuisance calls?

You being harassed?

-Huh?

Who told you that?

-My daughter, Niamh.

-Ah, that was nothing.

Yeah, they -- they'd call and, erm, hang up.

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

-You've been receiving letters?

-Well, have you still got them here?

-I threw them out.

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

That's all this is.

-Look, I think we should continue this conversation down at the station.

-Is that necessary?

-Yes.

♪ -What's your man's problem?

-Take no offense.

He's just a bit odd.

-Has he got mental health issues or anything?

Like dementia or something?

-His mind is as sharp as his tongue.

-One minute he can't remember what the gunman looks like, the next minute, he's giving you a detailed description, which, by the way, sounds very much like your friend Barry Pettigrew.

Do Eugene and Barry get on?

-No.

They certainly don't.

-Okay, the neighbors are mad keen to point out that Gregory Saunders lives next door.

-And?

-Well, me and Marlene were called up here when you were off, boss, and Gregory and Eugene were shouting the odds.

-What about?

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

Eugene was telling him where to go.

Marlene had to threaten to arrest them both.

-Does this Gregory seem like the sort of fella who'd shoot at someone, though?

-He has some registered shotguns for hunting.

But sure, I mean, a shot from one of those would have taken the window out of the door.

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

-Okay.

Let's have a word.

♪ ♪ -We're doing IVF.

We've gone private.

The sooner I can have my eggs harvested, the sooner they can be implanted into a surrogate.

-A surrogate?

Well, who's going to carry the baby?

-Well, Marlene did offer.

-Marlene?

-Yeah, I know.

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

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

And, well, you know, we've got more than enough cash, obviously, so we're going down the professional route.

-Dr. Smith wants to see me.

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

-Very funny.

I bet, knowing my luck, she probably wants to tell me my services are no longer required.

-Oh, don't be daft.

They're lucky to have you.

-I only signed up at the surgery on a temporary contract after Finn's accident.

I'm guessing they can't afford to keep me on.

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

-Nonsense.

Port Devine is your home.

You'd be lost without us.

-So, what does this Gregory hunt?

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

-Oh.

Inspector O'Hare.

What can I do for you?

-Mr. Saunders, this is my colleague Detective Constable Quinn.

Are you aware there's been an incident at Eugene McManners' property?

-What sort of incident?

-Beautiful dogs.

-A shot was fired.

-Ah, I'm only just out of bed.

-Had a late night?

Is Eugene okay?

-He hasn't been injured.

-Tell me, Mr. Saunders, have you recently bought any new firearms that you haven't got around to registering?

-No.

I've three shotguns for hunting.

They're all registered.

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

-No.

-Maybe your CCTV might have picked something up?

♪ -Did you hear the latest?

Somebody took a pot shot at The General.

-Mr. McManners?

For shame.

Is he still breathing?

-No, he's fine.

Our Niamh found him, barricaded in his own home.

[ Mobile phone vibrates ] Marlene.

-It's probably someone wanting revenge for him killing his wife and stepdaughter.

-Mr. McManners didn't murder anyone.

-I'll get my bag, be straight over.

-Right.

Marlene wants me to give Eugene the once over.

-Please send him our best.

-See ya.

They never found the bodies.

That argument with Gregory Saunders about the tree?

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

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

-It wasn't my fault the gym got flooded.

Well, not entirely.

[ Both laugh ] -I hear there's been some bad blood between you and Mr. McManners.

Something about a tree?

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

I asked politely, Eugene point blank refused, so now it's in the hands of my solicitor.

-Well, thank you for your help, Mr. Saunders.

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

-Certainly gave himself enough time to delete it.

-Hmm.

So, what's all this beef between Eugene McManners and Barry Pettigrew?

-Well, 30 years ago, Eugene lost his wife and stepdaughter in an accident.

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

Barry was the investigating officer.

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

-No, but he did expect him to find the bodies.

Barry never did.

♪ ♪ Callum, see if your computer-geek mate could retrieve the data off that.

-Download Dave?

Well, yeah, if anyone can, it's him.

I'll drop it round.

-Cheers, mate.

Well?

How does it feel?

-Absolutely superb.

Hey, don't go falling for me like the last detective who sat here.

[ Laughs ] Too soon?

-Wee bit.

-Callum, any updates?

-CSI are examining Eugene's house.

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

But they haven't retrieved the bullet yet.

-Really?

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

-Has Barry Pettigrew got any access to firearms?

-Well, he was an inspector in the RUC.

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

-What sort of gun?

-A Glock 9-mm pistol.

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

I'm just trying to give him the same legal protections as I give to everyone else -- an opportunity to rule himself out of the inquiry.

-I'll call and ask him to pop in.

[ Door opens ] -Hey.

-Hey.

[ Door buzzes ] So, how's Eugene?

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

-And today?

-Well, he's different -- lost, broken, talking a lot about the past.

-What, like dementia?

-No.

No, more like trauma.

♪ -I want to go home.

-When it's safe, I'll bring you back over, okay?

-Hmph!

-I hear you have an issue with your neighbor Gregory Saunders.

-He's got an issue with me -- demanding I cut down a perfectly good tree.

-And have you fallen out over it?

-I wouldn't say so.

He told me his opinion.

I told him mine.

-And the letters and phone calls you've been receiving -- are they related to the tree dispute?

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

-And how long have they been going on for?

-A week or so -- since the newspaper article came out.

-What article?

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

A reporter talked to me about it.

I said my piece -- told her how Barry Pettigrew spent his time accusing me of murder instead of searching for their bodies.

-Mr. McManners, that is not fair.

-Isn't it?

The gossips had a field day.

-Have you had any further issues with Barry since the article was published?

-Sure.

Just yesterday, I ran into him near the lighthouse.

He told me I'd be sorry about it.

♪ -Does it mention Uncle Barry by name?

-No.

They've avoided being done for libel.

♪ ♪ -Right, you'll be staying with Mrs. O'Hare until we sort this out.

-I'd rather go home.

-Come on, this way.

-By the way, I'm gonna start taking bookings again on that front bedroom.

-Where am I gonna sleep?

-At your own house -- the one where your wife and kids live.

-Ach, nah, it's not that simple, Ma.

-Seems very simple to me.

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

It's time for a fresh start.

-So, when are you taking bookings?

-No time like the present.

-Great.

-Eugene!

What have you been accusing me of?

-Right, Mr. McManners, come along.

There you go.

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

♪ -Eugene and I -- we were old pals, yeah.

I used to spend time with Sandra and Cathy.

You never saw a mother and daughter look more alike.

Cathy was... she was a lovely girl, but she was a live wire.

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

-Where were you between 7:00 and 8:30 this morning?

-I went for a long walk -- over the fields, out by Bally Mountain.

-And did you bump into anyone?

-No, I didn't.

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

-Did you take your pistol with you?

-My personal protection weapon, you mean?

Of course not.

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

-Yesterday evening, down by the harbor.

We had words.

-About what?

-Something he said in a newspaper article.

-Yeah, we read that.

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

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

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

-Barry, we are gonna have to check your ammunition.

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

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

♪ ♪ -Skiving?

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

-Well, that's good news at least.

-Yeah.

Have you spoken to Clint recently?

-What's he done now?

-Nothing.

Just... Just wondered if he'd mentioned anything about him and Nicole having a baby?

-Just that they can't conceive naturally.

What's up?

-Erm... right, so last week, Nicole was so upset, so I mentioned that she might have a kid through surrogacy.

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

[ Chuckles ] -You?

As a surrogate?

-Cheers?

-You are full of surprises, Marlene.

-What do you mean?

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

-I like to keep my private life private?

Do you know, that's what Leila said when I told her I was gay.

Nice to know you two have been gossiping about me.

-Leila and I never discussed your sexuality.

Obviously, I always thought you might be, but... Why haven't you... before?

-I just don't want to be defined by it, Finn -- you know, "the lesbian cop."

-Yeah.

I get that.

-Siobhan says that Nicole has made other arrangements for the surrogacy.

-You actually wanna do it?

-No!

Of course not.

No.

I just don't understand why she'd change her mind and not tell me.

-You could always just ask her.

-Yeah, you're right.

I could.

Thanks, Finn.

See you later?

-See you later, mate.

♪ [ Notification sounds ] -My mate recovered the CCTV from Gregory Saunders' hard drive.

-Mm-hmm.

-What time did Eugene say the shot was fired?

-Er, 0745.

-Right, here we go.

-Can you see the driver?

-No.

But you can make out the number plate.

-Yup.

How long was that car there for?

-A few minutes.

What you can't see is if the driver gets out and fires a shot through Eugene's front door.

-Okay.

It's registered to an Ian Perry, date of birth, 4th of January, 1989.

-Any convictions?

-Yup.

Aggravated burglary, seven years ago.

Give Automatic Number Plate Recognition a bell.

Get them to put out a live alert on that car, right?

-Yeah.

On it.

-Good lad.

♪ ♪ [ Door opens ] -Hello, stranger.

Where have you been hiding?

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

-Have you found out who shot at Mr. McManners yet?

-We're working on it.

-Clint reckons it's one of his dead wife's relatives back to claim revenge.

-We are investigating all probable lines of inquiry.

So, er, what's all this?

-Professional surrogates.

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

I just have to cherry-pick the right one.

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

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

-No, of course not.

-Oh.

-These women are amazing.

This one's 28 and has a Masters' Degree in Humanities.

-Wow.

-And this one is a professional gymnast, has a degree, is only 24, plays piano and speaks four languages.

-It's ideal.

-[ Chuckles ] Oh, excuse me, babe.

-Ah, she's been showing you the catalog then?

-She certainly has, yeah.

-I thought you were gonna do it for us?

-No, it was just a moment of madness.

-Shame.

This is all so impersonal.

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

[ Door opens ] [ Door closes ] -Finn said I'd find you in here.

We've got a location on a car.

-What car?

-I'll tell you on the way.

-Erm... ♪ ♪ -There it is.

-Uniform, Uniform, we need the ARU at Devine Point on Seacoast Road.

-That's well received.

♪ -Are you the owner of this vehicle?

-Yes.

-Can I see your driver's license?

-Fiona Mathers?

-That's me.

-You're not the registered owner of this car.

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

-On the database, it's uninsured.

-I haven't sorted that yet.

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

-When did you get to Port Devine?

-This morning.

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

-What's this about?

-A shot was fired at an elderly man, around the time your vehicle was seen entering his property on Kirksham Road.

-He was shot?

-He's fine.

What were you doing there?

-Erm, I got lost, ended up doing a U-turn in someone's yard.

-Do you mind if I search your car?

-You think I did it?

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

Search the car, please.

-Did you see anyone else at the property?

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

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

-Can you describe him?

-I didn't get a good look.

I'd recognize the dogs, though -- two lovely red setters.

-It's an offense to drive without insurance.

We're gonna have to report that.

So, get it insured right away.

Then can you call into Hope Street police station and give us a witness statement?

-No worries.

-Thank you.

-Thanks.

-Gregory Saunders has two red setters.

He lied when he told us he was asleep.

♪ An eyewitness puts you outside the victim's house around the time the shot was fired.

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

-Your property is being searched right now.

-I didn't...

I didn't shoot at Eugene.

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

-What?

-Eugene's been getting nuisance calls.

-That's nothing to do with me.

-You know we recovered your CCTV footage?

-[ Sighs ] Okay.

I was out this morning... shooting pheasants.

-Out of season?

You know that's a criminal offense, right?

-Yes, but I only have shotguns, and I never went near Eugene.

But I did hear him shouting.

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

-Well, what was he shouting?

-Ach, I don't know.

Just gibberish.

He was at it yesterday evening, too.

-Yesterday evening?

What time?

-Er, about 7:00.

Just heard him screaming and shouting "go away."

Honestly, I think Eugene's losing his mind.

♪ -Callum, take a look at Gregory Saunders' CCTV.

See if it caught anything around 1900 hours yesterday evening.

-Yeah.

-CSI found the bullet.

-Where?

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

Al suggested they check outside, after Gregory's claim that Eugene had been shouting, "Go away."

-And?

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

Trajectory proves that it came from inside the house.

-What does that mean?

-It means he was telling us a pack of lies.

-Well, where are you going?

-I'm going to have a word with him.

-Go with him.

♪ -Boss?

Boss, will you slow down?

Boss!

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

-We know the shot came from inside your house.

-You got an explanation for that?

-I lied.

-Do you want me to arrest you?!

Charge you with perverting the course of justice?!

-Finn, that's enough.

-[ Clears throat ] Why don't you tell me the truth?

♪ -Sorry.

I can't.

It'll get me locked up.

-Well, you might be getting locked up anyway.

Eugene McManners, I'm arresting you on suspicion of attempted murder and the possession of a firearm with intent to endanger life.

You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defense if you do not mention, when questioned, something... ♪ ♪ -[ Sighs ] -I take it she never made the shortlist then?

-No.

Surrogates are so selfish.

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

-Course you do.

-They seem to think I'm controlling.

-Are these the requests?

Absolutely no alcohol consumption, smoking, or drugs.

100%, babe.

In addition, I'll provide you with a dietary plan for the entire gestation period, an exercise plan, a sleep plan.

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

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

I mean, [scoffs] they've all turned me down.

What are we gonna do?

-Come here, it's alright.

We'll find someone.

-That tourist you spoke to?

-Fiona Mathers?

-When did she say she arrived in Port Devine?

-Er, this morning.

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

-According to Gregory Saunders, Eugene was shouting at someone to leave him alone.

It must be this Fiona.

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

-Mm-hmm.

-She comes back this morning, and he fires a shot at her?

[ Door buzzes ] -Found the rifle.

-Where was it?

-Under Eugene's bed.

Says he fired at a trespasser.

-Yeah, it was Fiona Mathers, the Australian tourist.

Claimed she'd only arrived in town this morning, but she was actually up at Eugene's yesterday as well.

-So why would she lie?

-I do not know.

Callum, you look into her.

I'll interview Eugene again.

♪ ♪ -It was my brother's.

[ Sighs ] He's been dead 10 years.

They're all dead.

My whole family.

-Eugene?

Are you ready to tell us what really happened?

-Yesterday evening...

I heard a noise, outside.

I looked out the window... saw a woman staring back at me.

-Did you know her?

-Yes.

But it was impossible.

-Who was it?

-Sandra... my wife... looking like she did the day she died.

-You saw your dead wife?

-I know it sounds insane.

I shouted at her to get away.

She just stared.

I ran upstairs, put my head under the pillows, stayed like that all night.

-And this morning?

-I thought I'd dreamed it all.

Then I was sitting in my living room, eating my porridge, looked up, and there she was again, outside.

And then she starts banging on my front door.

I grabbed the gun.

I only meant to frighten her away, but it went off in my hand -- scared the life out of me.

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

-No.

Marlene... am I going mad?

♪ -Sandra is the spit of Fiona Mathers.

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

I think that Fiona is Eugene's stepdaughter.

-You think that Cathy's still alive?

-I think it's possible.

[ Mobile phone vibrates ] Hello?

-The dodgy letters might have been kids messing around, but Eugene's phone log shows that the nuisance calls were from Australia.

That's where Fiona's from.

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

-CSI have just confirmed that the fingerprint they lifted off Eugene's front door was a match for his stepdaughter, Cathy Doyle.

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

-Yeah, well, why would she come back now?

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

-Al, today where we met her?

-Mm-hmm?

-It's near the scene of the accident.

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

-Let's go.

♪ ♪ -Er, hello again.

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

-Are you Catherine Doyle?

-I used to be... 30 years ago.

-Where's your mum, Cathy?

-She died in the accident.

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

-I'm sorry.

I have to do this.

Catherine Doyle, you're under arrest for fraud by false representation.

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

I've been there ever since.

-Why have you come back?

-I saw an article online -- the 30th anniversary.

Poor Eugene still had no closure.

I tried calling him, but I kept... bottling out and putting the phone down.

I decided that I needed to see Eugene face-to-face... let him know what happened.

-So, what did happen, the night of the accident?

-There was a storm.

We were going too fast.

Next thing I knew, we were in the water.

It was freezing, so dark.

I got my mum out of the car and tried to drag her to the shore, but... ...she was already dead.

I had to let go of her to save myself.

-Why did you flee the scene?

-Because I caused the accident.

I was driving, and I'd been drinking.

I killed her.

I killed my own mother.

♪ -Catherine Doyle...

I'm arresting you for the involuntary manslaughter of Sandra McManners.

You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defense if you do not mention, when questioned, something that you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

-Thank you.

♪ -Cathy's alive?

Did -- did they hate me that much?

They ran away?

-No.

She confirmed that your wife died in the accident.

-Oh.

Well -- Well, why couldn't Cathy tell me that?

-Listen... Cathy was a kid.

She'd just caused her mother's death.

She panicked.

-[ Exhales sharply ] I'm sorry I lied to you, Finn.

-And I'm sorry for how I behaved earlier.

It was totally out of order.

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

-Nonsense.

This town would be lost without you.

I haven't said it, but I've always been very proud of the man that you turned out to be.

Can I see Cathy?

-You sure?

♪ ♪ ♪ -[ Sobbing ] You didn't have to run away.

-I did.

It was my fault, Eugene.

I was driving the car.

-Why?

Why wasn't your mum driving?

-She wasn't feeling well.

-I should have been there.

Your mum asked me to collect you from that party, but I was too stubborn.

It was my fault.

I'm so sorry.

-So am I.

♪ -[ Sobbing ] ♪ ♪ -"I am the resurrection and the life," says the Lord.

"He that believes in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live, and whosoever lives and believes in me shall never die."

Amen.

♪ ♪ -Thanks, Barry.

♪ -You're welcome.

-I'm sorry.

Have to put these back on.

-Don't be.

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

[ Sighs ] So, what do think's gonna happen to me?

-I'm no lawyer, but I reckon you and Eugene will both get a suspended sentence.

The court will recognize that you should be allowed to spend some time together.

-You've no idea what it's like... to spend your life hiding who you really are... being an island.

All those wasted years.

[ Indistinct conversations ] -Can I have a wee word?

[ Sighs ] I have to tell you something.

-What?

-I'm gay.

-No!

-What -- you knew?

-Well, since we were at school.

You were obsessed with Miss Matthews.

Why didn't you say before?

-'Cause I was scared in case it changed how you feel about me.

-You're my best friend.

Nothing will ever change that.

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

I know you'd rather a professional -- -To tell you the truth, they all turned me down.

-Well, there you go.

I'll do it.

-Babe... [ Chuckles ] Well, Clint will be over the moon!

[ Both sigh ] But, erm, why did you suddenly decide to tell me you're gay?

-I'm just -- I'm fed up keeping myself to myself, being an island.

-You're gay?

Does Barry know?

-Er, no, not yet.

-My lips are sealed.

-Marlene's agreed to be our surrogate.

-Well done, you.

-You approve?

-Of course.

Happened all the time in the old days.

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

I wanted a wee word.

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

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

-I'll keep an eye on him, okay?

I promise.

-Thank you.

-See you at the pub?

-Mm-hmm.

♪ ♪ [ Indistinct conversation, laughter ] -Mum?

Mum?

Dad needs somewhere to live.

Can he move back in with us?

-Of course.

It's your house as well.

-Alright, I will move back in on one condition.

Al can stay too.

-Well, I can find somewhere else.

-Good idea.

-Ah, well, the more the merrier.

-Nice one.

[ Chuckles ] [ Folk music playing ] -Cheers.

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

-[ Chuckles ] You see, all them years, Eugene having a go at me, I tried not to take it personal.

I mean, I-I don't know how I'd be if Marlene was missing, presumed dead.

-She's a remarkable woman, your stepdaughter.

Nicole's lucky to have her.

-Have her as what?

-As a surrogate.

She's gonna carry Nicole's baby.

-And are you sure you're okay with Nicole's dietary requirements and exercise plan and extra-curricular activities?

-What?

-Well, the professional surrogates found it all a wee bit controlling.

-Oh.

-I have a fully worked-out schedule.

[ Indistinct conversations ] -Is there something you're not telling me?

-Erm... Uncle Barry, let's talk somewhere else.

-Why?

I'm sure I'm the only one here who doesn't know.

-Okay.

I'm gay.

[ Conversations, music stop ] [ Music resumes ] -[ Exhales sharply ] -Uncle Barry!

-She's what?

-I think you heard me, Clint.

I think everyone did.

♪ ♪ Please, will you -- will you stop?

-What?!

-Look, I'm sorry.

I can't hide who I am anymore.

-I don't care that you're gay.

Sure, I've known that for yonks.

-So, what's wrong?

-[ Sighs ] Are you planning to be a surrogate for Clint and Nicole?

-Yeah.

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

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

-I-I should have done.

-It never even crossed your mind.

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

But I don't mean anything to you... anything at all.

♪ -[ Sighs ] ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪