♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -They got every last drop of heating oil.

Mrs. Downey's sister called it in.

Mrs. Downey went into hospital yesterday for heart surgery.

Her sister discovered the theft early this morning, so it's a fair assumption that the oil was stolen last night.

-This is the third heating-oil theft this week and the third vulnerable victim.

Her sister said she's not insured.

-Wide wheelbase.

Some sort of van?

-That makes sense.

I mean, they stole a whole tankful of oil.

You'd have a hard job transporting it in a family hatchback.

-All units, theft of heating oil in progress at rear of 29 Glenshesk Avenue.

-Papa Delta Two Two.

Show us attending.

♪♪ [ Siren wails ] Papa Delta Two Two, Papa Delta Eight Two.

I'm just around the corner.

Attending right away.

Over.

♪♪ Stop!

You!

Stop!

♪♪ Stop!

Hey!

Stop!

-[ Grunts ] -Shay?!

-What the hell, Ryan?!

-Why didn't you stop when I called out?

-I didn't hear you.

-What's going on?

-That's Ryan.

Our new recruit.

-Shay!

You okay?

-Yeah, fine.

No bones broken.

-It looked like he was running from the scene.

You gonna tell your dad about this?

-Not if you buy me a pint.

-All right, dead on.

-You're Ryan's tutor constable?

-I am.

-So you'll need to write a use-of-force report to the Inspector about what's just occurred.

-Really?

-We're only pulling your leg.

Come on.

-[ Sighs ] ♪♪ ♪♪ -How much longer is Taylor going to be in that bathroom?

-Cheers for this, mucker.

Can you get me any brown sauce?

-You know something?

I could have died last night if this wee hero hadn't dragged me out of a burning building.

-How long will it take them to figure out how the fire at the pub started?

-[ Chuckles ] Why are you worrying about that, wee love?

-No reason.

-[ Cellphone chimes ] -Two more heating-oil thefts.

Better get to work.

-Here, Finn.

Hold on a minute, will ya?

-If I was you, I'd wait for the fire-service report before jumping to the conclusion that JJ started it.

-You think he might have done it, too?

-With his history of arson?

It's a distinct possibility.

♪♪ [ Gulls cry ] -Detective Constable Jo Lipton.

-Andy Munroe.

-Did you get a look at, uh, whoever stole your heating oil?

-Well, I...I heard a noise, and when I looked out of the bedroom window, I could see someone in a red hoodie fiddling with the tank.

I wouldn't say I got a proper look at them.

-Man?

Woman?

-Sorry.

No idea.

By the time I got down, they'd long gone.

-Okay.

Ryan, can you check the CCTV and do a house-to-house?

Find out if the neighbors saw anything.

-On it, boss.

-First day is it, Ryan?

-That's right, Mr. Munroe.

-I remember when you were a wee lad.

All he ever wanted was to be a police officer.

Good on you.

-How much oil did they take?

-Ach, not a lot.

I'm due a delivery, so there wasn't much left in the tank.

-Have you seen that before?

-No.

Never.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -[ Exhales heavily ] -My whole life... ...up in smoke.

Oh, Clint!

What are we gonna do?

-It's all right.

-Rebuild?

-I just don't think I've got the will... the energy.

-Where's the hero who saved Nicole's life?

-JJ?

Sleeping on Concepta's couch.

-More to the point, where's the Concept?

-Gone away for a few days.

-Visiting a sick school friend.

-Oh, she'll be sick herself, missing all the drama.

-[ Breathes deeply ] -Here.

I've just realized.

Are those Concepta's clothes you're wearing?

-I've just been burned out of my home.

-They look different on you.

Stylish.

-Yeah.

-In a retro sort of way.

-Right.

That's it.

Never mind fire investigators and insurance assessors.

Clint...we're going shopping.

♪♪ ♪♪ -I'm worried about Concepta.

I mean, where would she have gone?

-Just at this moment, I couldn't care less.

-Concepta loves you.

As much as any birth mother could.

More.

-Then why did she run off, Siobhan?

I've got all these questions now about my real mother.

Up until yesterday, I thought she was my long-lost aunt.

And there's the small matter of who my father is.

♪♪ ♪♪ -I'm covered under household contents.

Mind you, with so little left in the tank, it may not even be worth claiming.

-We'll get you a crime reference number anyway.

-Careful, Callum!

-[ Grunts ] [ Sighs ] Why do these things always happen to me?

♪♪ -Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I am happy to give you a lift.

But there is no way you're getting into my car with oil on your trousers.

-What do you suggest?

You've got to be kidding.

♪♪ ♪♪ -What on earth?

-I can't believe I'm doing this.

Give that back!

-[ Laughs ] -Feast your eyes, Sarge!

-Where are your trousers?

-That's a very good question.

-Oh, no!

-What's going on, Detective Constable?

-Uh, Constable McCarthy had a wee accident with some heating oil.

But you'll be relieved to hear he's not injured.

-I'd like a word with both of you, whenever Callum's finished getting dressed.

♪♪ -We've got pensioners in this town who can't afford to heat their homes 'cause of these oil thefts.

And you two are running around.

-Yeah, you're right.

We need to find out who's stealing the heating oil.

So if PC McCarthy can promise to keep his pants on, can we get on with doing our job?

Sorry, Inspector.

I should just be apologizing.

I do get carried away sometimes.

-Apology accepted.

-I'm sorry, too, Inspector.

I should know better.

-It's forgotten.

How's your mentoring going?

Ryan behaving himself?

-He's a bit keen, but nothing I can't handle.

-All right.

Cheers, Callum.

[ Door closes ] -I'm sorry for getting you to bother.

-You know what?

If you wanted to see my legs, you only had to ask.

Here's the new recruit.

How are you getting on?

-Drew a blank on the house-to-house.

-Well, look, you can't win them all.

-[ Scoffs ] What's that hat doing here?

-Do you recognize it?

-Of course.

Polly Hamilton never takes it off.

-Callum found it in Andy Munroe's garden.

-Andy said he'd never seen it before.

-That's weird.

He must have seen it.

-Why?

-Polly is Andy's niece.

♪♪ ♪♪ -Thanks for coming in, Mr. Munroe.

-No problem.

-When we asked if you'd seen this before, you said that you hadn't.

-I'm sorry.

I lied.

It was the shock.

-The shock of what?

-Of realizing that one of the family broke into my oil tank.

-And what member of the family would that be?

-Well, seeing as that's her hat, I guess it must have been Polly.

Polly's mum, my sister... ...she's an addict.

Last year, she walked out on her kids.

Wee Jack was only 3 years old at the time.

Poor Polly's just been going off the rails ever since.

-Why would Polly break into your oil tank?

-Polly and her older brother Isaac, they think that their mum's coming back and then it'll all be hearts and flowers and happy families.

-You don't agree?

-I told them.

She's not coming back.

But they just can't accept it.

The pair of them got really angry, especially Polly.

She threw me out of the house.

♪♪ [ Door opens ] -Hey.

-Hey.

Where are you off to?

-I'm off to do a spot of community reassurance.

I'm going to nip up to the hospital, see Mrs. Downey, make sure she's okay.

-Any objections if I tag along?

-None whatsoever.

-Uh, Finn, just before we go, um... Are you going to tell me what's up?

And before you say "nothing," please, just remember how many years we've known each other, okay?

-Concepta told me yesterday that she's not my mother.

♪♪ [ Gulls cry ] ♪♪ What a mess, eh?

-Yeah.

So...your birth mother, Concepta's sister.

-Assumpta.

-Assumpta.

What's she like?

-No idea, Marlene.

I don't remember ever meeting her or Concepta talking about her.

And then when I asked her who my real father was, she just ran away.

-Concepta will have her reasons.

And I'm pretty sure that protecting you is at the heart of them.

She loves you, Finn.

Anyone can see that.

Who else knows?

-Only Siobhan.

We haven't even told the kids yet.

-You know, what Concepta and her sister did, it's... it's not a million miles away from what me and Nicole were planning.

I was gonna have the baby, she was gonna bring it up.

-Only, you guys would have told the kid the truth.

-Yeah.

Yeah, we would have.

♪♪ -I rang 'round the victims of the other heating-oil thefts.

A couple of them remember seeing kids hanging around -- a young lad and a young girl.

One of the victims reckons the girl was wearing some sort of woolly hat.

-That's good work, cub.

-So Polly didn't just nick a bit of oil off her uncle.

She's involved in a string of thefts.

-All right.

We need to bring her in.

-Her brother Isaac is her legal guardian.

We were in the same year in school, played rugby together.

-Have a word, will you?

Bring him up to speed.

-He'll be working in the café.

I'll head over.

-Um, what age is Polly?

-15.

-I assume that means she'll be in school.

-I'm ringing them now.

-This news, it's gonna hit Isaac hard.

Those kids are his whole life.

He was meant to be going to uni but had to put it off to look after the wee ones.

[ Door opens ] ♪♪ ♪♪ -You think Polly's been stealing heating oil?

-These are just suspicions at the moment, Isaac.

Polly will have the chance to give her side of the story.

-Well, can I sit in?

-Of course.

Polly's underage, so we'll need you to be her appropriate adult.

If that's okay?

-Yeah, no problem.

-Uh, just one more thing.

We're gonna need to search your home.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -Where was that?

-In a cupboard in the kitchen.

-It stinks of oil.

-What can you tell us about this, Isaac?

-Nothing.

Never seen it before.

♪♪ ♪♪ -Someone broke in to your Uncle Andy's oil tank this morning.

-Well, it wasn't me.

What would I want with stupid oil?

-Do you recognize this?

-Yeah.

Sure.

It's mine.

Where'd you find it?

-In your uncle's garden.

-Ahh.

Must have dropped it there.

-When?

-[ Scoffs ] I don't know.

Ages ago.

-We found this in the kitchen at your house.

-Big wow!

-Polly.

This is really serious.

-Don't be stupid.

-You know, we could have this pump tested for fingerprints, DNA.

Do we need to go to all that bother?

-No.

You don't need to test it.

-Are you confirming you used this pump to steal oil from your uncle's tank?

-Yes.

-I don't believe this.

-What did you do with the oil you stole from Andy?

-I just dumped it at the tank at our place.

-Why?

-I had to put it somewhere.

-Look we've had reports of someone matching your description seen in the vicinity of other thefts.

-Well, you can't pin those on me!

-Well, according to witnesses, the person matching your description was seen accompanied by a young man.

Do you want to tell us who that is?

-Is he your boyfriend, Polly?

-No comment.

♪♪ ♪♪ -I'm sorry, Isaac.

We only have Polly's word for it that she was asleep when Mrs. Downey's heating oil was stolen.

-[ Sighs ] Uh, what-what happens now?

-We'll talk to the Youth Offending Team, see what the next steps are.

In the meantime, I'll make sure that Polly gets dropped back to school.

-D'you wanna get some air?

-Yeah.

♪♪ Yeah, it's been hard since Mum left.

-Do you have any idea who this lad is that Polly's involved with?

-No.

When I find out, I'm gonna kill him.

-I don't understand.

Why has Polly got so much beef with your Uncle Andy?

-He kept coming 'round, saying that Mum's never coming home, says she's a dead loss.

According to Andy, I should let him look after Polly and Jack, get on with my life.

-That doesn't sound so unreasonable.

-My mum's in rehab.

She's getting her life together.

She'll be back.

Until then, I can manage.

I've, uh, gotta pick Jack up from nursery, so... ♪♪ -Poor lad.

Yeah, I hear on the grapevine his sister's been arrested.

-I can't comment on that, Mr. Pettigrew.

-Of course you can't, Constable.

Quite right.

Yeah.

Stealing from her own uncle.

I never thought I'd see the day.

I suppose that's what you get when these custody battles turn nasty.

-Custody battle?

I think that's a bit much.

More like a disagreement.

-[ Chuckles ] Oh, aye.

According to Andy, young Isaac has been fighting him every step of the way.

It's costing them both a fortune.

-How on earth can Isaac afford that?

-Hmm.

[ Gulls cry ] ♪♪ -Taylor Quinn!

What are you in doing here?

-Working.

-Is this how you repay me?

Well, not only did I give you a job, I kept you on when you were charged with a serious criminal offense... and I put a roof over your head.

-That's why I'm determined not to sponge off you, Nicole.

The moment the Commodore reopens, I'll be back behind that bar with a smile on my face.

-Well, what if we don't reopen?

What if I can't face putting the whole thing back together again?

-Not gonna happen.

-You think?

-What would this town be without the Commodore?

What would the Commodore be without you?

You're a doer, a go-getter.

-That's true.

I am.

-No one has any doubt that you'll rebuild the Commodore bigger and better than ever.

-Oh!

Well...I mean, I suppose it was starting to look a little bit tired.

-There you go then.

We'll have no more of this defeatist talk.

Now, enjoy your day off.

You deserve it.

-Hey.

Teach me how to do that, will ya?

-I've got a surprise for the pair of you.

-[ Grunts ] Where do you think JJ's disappeared to?

-I have no idea.

Quinoa?

In Port Devine?

Are these people insane?

-I keep phoning him, but he's not picking up.

-[ Sighs ] You know something?

That boy is a real treasure, a real gift from God.

[ Music plays quietly ] -Is that me?

-[ Laughs ] Since JJ uploaded that video, all of my friends are playing it.

They've never heard anything like it.

-[ Laughs ] -Mr. and Mrs. Dunwoody.

-It's, uh, Devine-Dunwoody, actually.

-Oh, well, I'm glad to see you're enjoying our hospitality.

Taylor, can you change this music?

It's doing my head in.

♪♪ ♪♪ -Well, it's not like it's a secret.

I'm going for custody of Polly and Jack.

-Through the courts?

-Yeah.

-Isn't that a very long and expensive process?

-It is.

Especially when you use the best lawyers available, which is what I'm doing.

No expense spared when it comes to making sure those kids are looked after properly.

-And Isaac is fighting you?

How can he afford that?

-That's what I'd like to know.

-Why don't you think that Isaac can look after his brother and sister?

-It's far too much for him.

Isaac should be heading off to university like he planned.

He's only a kid himself.

♪♪ ♪♪ -Looks bad, doesn't it?

-Hmm.

It's a total refurbishment job.

-Nicole says she's lost...everything.

-I remember the day when she inherited that pub.

She was a 16-year-old schoolgirl who'd just lost both her parents in a car crash.

And now look.

All her mementos gone up in smoke.

Mind you, it could have been so much worse.

Thank the Lord you were on hand to save her, eh?

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -Okay, thanks for letting me know.

Bye, now.

So, that was Andy Munroe with a message for Ryan.

Something he forgot to say when Police Constable Power called 'round half an hour ago.

-What?

-You didn't know Ryan was doing that?

-No.

I-I didn't.

-Afternoon.

-I need a word.

Now.

Go!

[ Door closes ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Gulls cry ] ♪♪ ♪♪ -Until you've completed your probation, you're my responsibility!

That means you do what I tell you to do and go where I tell you to go!

Do you understand me?

[ Telephone rings ] -Detective Constable Jo Lipton.

Yes, hello, Mr. Carter.

Thanks for calling me back.

Oh, really?

Yeah.

No, no, that's -- that's very interesting.

Yeah, thanks for letting me know.

-Tell them why you took it upon yourself to go back to Mr. Munroe's house.

-[ Sighs ] I wondered if the lad that Polly was seen with before the oil thefts wasn't her boyfriend.

I wondered if it was her brother.

-Uh, why?

-Your Uncle Barry told me that Andy Munroe is going through the courts to get custody of Polly and Jack.

And, uh, Isaac is fighting him.

-Well, where would Isaac get the money to do that?

-Exactly.

-Ryan knows he shouldn't have gone to see Mr. Munroe without my authorization.

-I thought I was using my initiative.

-Yeah, well, Carter's Garage just called me back.

Guess what they sold Isaac Hamilton last week.

-A fuel pump?

-Yeah, exactly.

-So it's Isaac who's been stealing the heating oil?

-Well, if it is him, how's he been transporting it?

-Isaac's boss at the café runs a van.

Isaac was driving it earlier today.

-Well done, cub.

That's really good work.

-Yeah, uh, even if you didn't go about it quite the right way, but, yeah... ♪♪ ♪♪ -That quinoa keeps repeating on me.

-What's this?

-It's mine!

Well, it's all my photographs of Mummy and Daddy.

I was really worried it got burned up in the fire.

"For Aunty Nicole.

Sorry."

-Sounds like JJ to me.

-Well, what's he apologizing for?

-Sweetheart... [ Sighs ] I think JJ started the fire.

I mean, he's got a history of arson.

-On purpose?

I can't believe that he would do that.

-The photo album must be his way of saying sorry.

-You don't think he's run away?

-Come on.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -Hello, Isaac.

-Officers.

-We've heard you've been driving your boss's van recently.

Can you tell us where it is?

-Well, it's parked 'round the corner.

Why?

-Can you show us, please?

-Yeah, the keys are in the kitchen.

Should I grab them?

-Yeah.

Okay.

Go with him.

Keep an eye.

♪♪ ♪♪ -[ Grunts ] [ Coughs ] [ Engine starts ] -Ryan!

You all right?

-Fine.

-Right, come on!

Let's get after him!

Come on!

♪♪ -Who's gonna look after the kid?

-You are!

I'll drive.

What are you waiting for?

Blues and twos!

[ Siren wails ] ♪♪ -He's there, up ahead.

-Papa Delta Eight Two, Control.

We have eyes on the vehicle.

Over.

-Papa Delta Eight Two.

Confirming backup is on its way.

Over.

-Papa Delta Eight Two, Control.

The suspect is taking a right turn down Ship Lane.

Over.

[ Horns blare ] [ Wailing stops ] Ryan!

Wait!

-Isaac!

You okay?

Isaac!

-Ryan!

-Isaac!

-Ryan!

-Isaac, you've been in a car accident!

I need you out of the car right now!

I need to see your hands!

I need to see your hands!

-We need to move!

We have to move!

That van is probably full of the heating oil he stole last night!

-Papa Delta Eight Two.

Are you receiving me?

Over.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Police radio chatter ] ♪♪ -Hey.

-Hi.

-So, Ryan saved Isaac?

Just pulled him from the van?

-Yeah, he did.

Despite Callum telling him to stay back.

-They told us about the radio being able to cause an explosion on the training courses.

I just didn't have time to think about it.

-As a police officer, you never stop learning.

That's the whole point of me being your tutor constable.

-I'm sorry.

I've been a real pain today.

-Just promise you'll think before you act in future, yeah?

And if you're not sure what to do...just ask.

-I will.

I swear.

-Now get yourself home.

You can tell your ma and da you saved a man's life today.

-Thanks, Callum.

You know, one day...

...I hope I'll be as good a police officer as you are.

♪♪ -Problems?

-Just teething troubles, Inspector.

We'll get him there.

-Glad to hear it.

It's funny, isn't it, having a new cub on the team?

You've come a long way, Cal.

Come on, let's clean this up.

[ Gulls cry ] ♪♪ ♪♪ -It was meant to be easy.

Make some cash so I could pay the lawyers.

-Why heating oil?

-This guy I know, he said stealing heating oil is dead simple.

And harmless.

Everyone is insured these days.

-Look, I can assure you, Isaac, very few people are insured.

An elderly couple that you stole from can't afford to heat their home for the next three months.

-I'm sorry.

Really, I-I am.

-How did you get yourself in such a mess?

-I swore to Mum that I'd keep the family together till she gets back.

And then Andy started with court proceedings.

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

-I made a few calls.

Your mum checked out of rehab over a month ago.

♪♪ -She's not coming home, is she?

-Look, you know what I think?

If you want to do what's best for your brother and sister, let your uncle help.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Doorbell rings ] -[ Sighs ] -Look who I found.

-JJ!

-The lad has something he wants to say.

-Come on inside.

Nicole's been worried sick, mate.

-Do I have to?

She's gonna go ballistic.

-She'll be fine.

Just go on in, go on.

-Okay, okay.

-What were you thinking?!

Don't you know that breaking into the pub was really, really dangerous?

-I'm sorry, Aunty Nicole.

It was me that started the fire.

I was lighting candles and... -JJ, wait.

Whatever you were doing, JJ, you didn't start the fire.

I just had the investigators on the phone.

The blaze started in the kitchen.

Some fault with one of the dishwashers.

-S-So it wasn't me?

-Of course it wasn't!

♪♪ [ Gulls cry ] ♪♪ -What's the big emergency?

-Take a seat, love.

Your daddy wants to tell you something.

Your gran, Concepta... ...is gone.

-Gone?

What do you mean, gone?

Gone where?

-We don't know.

-Well, actually, I think I do.

I spoke to Father Phillip, and he said she had her eye on a silent retreat in Donegal.

-A silent retreat?

-What, no talking?

-Gran won't last two minutes.

[ Laughs ] So you went all this fuss to tell us that Gran has taken a vow of silence?

-No.

We went to all this fuss to tell you that Concepta... is not your grandmother.

-She's not your birth grandmother.

-She's not my mother.

-What?

-I found out yesterday that Concepta's sister, Assumpta, is my birth mother... and that Concepta brought me up as her own.

-[ Sighs ] -So... she chose you?

Good for her.

-Exactly.

-No, no, she -- she's been lying to you all these years.

Like, to all of us.

-She thought she was doing the right thing, Shay.

-You're wrong.

-About what?

-Concepta is my granny.

She always has been.

She always will be.

And she'll always be your mum.

♪♪ [ Gulls cry ] ♪♪ -So, has the new boy learned his lesson?

-I think so.

-Nice work, Constable.

-Thanks.

-Well, I don't know about you, but I really fancy a drink.

And the Commodore's out of action, so... ♪♪ -Yeah, all right.

-Who's JJ on the phone to?

-His ma.

My cousin Tammy.

-The sheep-stealer.

-[ Laughs ] -I just knew that JJ didn't start that fire.

-Hmm.

Do you know, you're really good with him?

-[ Chuckles ] Maybe I am cut out to be a mother after all.

Ach, what's up, my wee dote?

-It's Mum.

She heard about the fire at the pub... and the van exploding.

She thinks Port Devine's too dangerous.

-What...so you're going back to County Antrim?

How long for?

-I'm sorry, Aunty Nicole.

She wants me back for good.

♪♪ ♪♪ -Will you come over for your tea then?

-Well, I was hoping I might stay a bit longer than that.

Maybe...for good?

-You're coming home?

-Well, now you're not keeping any secrets from me anymore... and Concepta's house is full of waifs and strays.

I thought... -Shut up.

-Thank you for, um... ignoring me when I said that I didn't care where Concepta had gone.

-You're welcome.

-And I've come to another decision.

I need to know why my birth mother just gave me up.

And if Concepta's not gonna tell me, I'm gonna go to the source.

So I'm gonna find Assumpta and I'm gonna get some proper answers.

♪♪ ♪♪ -Well, Finn certainly wouldn't approve of this.

-You don't know him.

A couple of years back, the woman that was doing your job.

Leila Hussain, they called her.

She and Finn had a...fling.

-[ Chuckles ] Wow.

So, you're saying that, um, if me and you were to make out in Finn's office right now... he'd have to turn a blind eye?

-I don't think he'd see it like that.

-Right, okay, so, you don't want to make out with me because you're scared of your boss?

-Who said I didn't want to make out with you?

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -Are you sure you're the type of officer who does it on the inspector's desk?

-I didn't used to be.

-And now?

-I've met someone who brings out a different side of me.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪