♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ [ Hammering ] -Having a bit of door trouble, are we?

Denis, eh?

I didn't know you lived here.

-Sergeant Pettigrew.

Moved in not long ago.

It was my wife's place.

She passed recently.

-Oh.

I'm sorry for your loss.

-Thanks.

What can I do for you?

-Er, Larry Freegan, the postie, saw your door had been kicked in.

-It was like this when I got home last night.

-Was anything stolen from inside?

-Not that I can see.

-You being bothered by someone?

-It's probably just some local hallion.

-Selling up?

-[ Sighs ] Now my Elizabeth's gone, it doesn't feel like home.

-Mm.

-If that's everything, I'd better get on.

I have to be at the crematorium in a few hours and, well, there's so much to do between now and then.

-Was that Denis Crofter?

-Mm-hmm.

-I thought he had a flat in town.

-He married Mrs. Yorke.

-But Denis is like 45.

Mrs. Yorke -- -Was 82.

You know she's passed away?

-Well, I canvassed the neighbour.

She spotted a vehicle headed up this way last night.

"One of those big pick-up trucks."

Blue.

Maybe black.

She said it had a novelty plate, ended in "sup."

S-U-P. -Oh, yeah, I think I know the one.

Belongs to the bookie Philip McKay.

And if this is his shoe print... we might finally have something on the snake that'll stick.

Nice work, cub.

♪ ♪ -Did you know worm charming had so many rules?

"The prong of a fork must not exceed eight inches if the shaft of the fork is under three feet long."

Who's policing that?

-We do love our tradition round here.

-Finn, I-I know why you're really here.

There's no word from the oncologist about my scan results.

-Okay.

I am also fully invested in your worm competition going off without a hitch.

-[ Laughs ] ♪ ♪ -It popped up on my phone as a reminder -- "Marlene's Insemination," and...

I wasn't completely sure how they, you know, put it in.

So, I did a wee internet... search.

What's the connexion between Denis Crofter and this place?

-Me and Finn suspect the owner, Philip McKay, runs a side line in fuel laundering -- dodgy diesel.

A while back we got a tip that Denis was transporting a load.

But by the time we pulled him over, he'd ditched it.

Here.

Our man, the bookie, Philip McKay.

I'm sure that's his pick-up.

So McKay was at Denis's last night.

-So maybe he was looking for Denis to repay him for the lost fuel he dumped?

-So McKay kicks his door in to remind him what's due?

-Marlene.

Can I get you some tea, coffee?

Some sipping bourbon maybe?

-No, thank you, Mr. McKay.

Do you know Denis Crofter?

-He comes in here for the odd punt.

Don't think we've ever exchanged more than a couple of words.

-Well, his property was damaged last night.

Someone kicked his door in.

-I had no idea.

-Is that your blue pick-up truck outside?

The one with the personalised licence, "260 SUP"?

-Do you like it?

Ha!

You wouldn't believe what that set me back.

Ouch!

What do you drive?

-Your vehicle matches the description of one seen in the area of Denis's property last night.

-I drive back to the house that way.

But I was home straight after work yesterday evening.

-Oh, so you do know where he lives?

-Well, I was speaking broadly, of course.

-Can anyone confirm your movements for us?

-Uh-huh.

My darling wife would be more than happy to.

Is there anything else?

-No.

Thank you for your time.

♪ ♪ So he knows where Denis lives, even though they've barely talked?

-And Denis isn't long in that new gaff.

-Mm.

Aye, I don't buy it.

There's definitely some bad blood between them.

-Hmm.

-Come on, cub.

♪ -You got Jake's text?

-He'll get his money.

-The full $10,000 by the end of the day?

-He's a kid.

I can handle it.

-I read online I could get seven years for theft.

And if they found out you tampered with the evidence to get me off, then -- -No, no, slow down.

No one's going to prison.

You remember when you wanted a VR headset for Christmas?

And the news was saying that even the North Pole was sold out of virtual-reality gear?

Well, I didn't fail you then, did I?

I'll let you know when it's sorted.

♪ ♪ -I mean, maybe someone kicked Denis's door in because he married a woman 700 years too old for him?

I could see McKay doing something like that.

-We did suspect Denis of owing money to loan shark McKay for dodgy diesel of his that he chucked.

But, sure, we could never prove anything.

-I didn't know McKay lent money on the side, as well.

-Yeah, to people who are desperate for cash.

-He wears a lot of hats, then launders them all.

Yes, hello.

That's great.

Thank you, now.

Bye.

McKay's alibi checks out.

-CCTV has arrived in.

So it's footage from the kennels across from Denis's driveway.

-You said McKay drove a pick-up.

There's no sign of that.

-Who's this, then?

[ Door opens ] -Marlene!

Your chariot awai-- Oh, you're still working.

-Mm-hmm.

-Our appointment with the IVF clinic is at -- -Yeah, just tying up a loose end.

-Okay, well, we're ready.

-The plates are registered to Celine Yorke in Coleraine.

-Is that Mrs. Yorke's daughter?

-Of course it is.

Poor pet's in town because her wee mummy died.

She's staying at Concepta's B&B.

One of those, erm, career types.

Engaged twice, never married.

Imagine.

-I'll go speak to her.

-Maybe I should come along with ya.

-I don't think there's time.

Do you?

-Hey, Marlene, good luck for today.

-Yeah, hope it all goes well.

-Thank you.

[ Chuckles ] Good job I was here.

-Mm.

-Right, come on.

Shake a leg.

Let's go.

-Yeah.

Oh.

♪ [ Knock on door ] -Bets are placed in the shop.

♪ -I'm looking for a loan -- 3K, and I need it as soon as possible.

-Well, then... take a seat, friend.

♪ ♪ -So why do you want to speak to Celine?

The wee dote's going through a lot right now.

-We just need to clear up a few things, Ma.

Celine, hello.

I'm really sorry about your loss.

-Thank you.

-We wanted to discuss an incident that happened on Denis Crofter's property.

-My mother's place.

-Last night, someone vandalised the front door.

CCTV caught your vehicle coming and going.

-I was nowhere near it.

-Okay.

So where were you?

-I went for a drive, to some places my mother had told me about.

Local beauty spots she liked.

-In the dark?

-Tell me about your relationship with your stepfather.

-[ Angrily ] He's not my -- [ Calmer ] Please don't call him that.

-So you two don't get along, then?

-I only met him yesterday.

Before that, my mum had just mentioned this nice new friend of hers, Denis, in passing.

-So you didn't attend the wedding?

-I didn't know about any wedding!

-Maybe they thought you wouldn't approve?

-Denis wouldn't allow me inside my mother's home.

He's refusing to let me see her.

Not even to say goodbye.

-So you kicked his door in?

-Ma.

There was a distinctive muddy footprint left at the scene.

Do you mind if we look at your shoes, for the process of elimination?

♪ -Celine Yorke, I'm arresting you on suspicion of criminal damage to a property belonging to Denis Crofter.

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

[ Door opens ] -So you're really not competing in the Wormathon?

I heard you're a demon with your Lambeg drum.

-No.

I never received an apology after that fiasco last time.

-Come on, Barry.

That was like 1987.

-'84.

-Ah, here they are.

The world's best surrogate- and mother-to-be.

-[ Laughing ] Stop it now.

-When Concepta told me that you were dealing with that scoundrel Denis, I thought you wouldn't have much time for grub today.

-Did you consult the list of foods that Marlene's not allowed to eat?

Spam?

-What's the matter with Spam?

Good luck...with everything.

-All being well, we'll be back in time for the worm wrangling.

Which isn't important.

-Right.

See you after.

-With a uterus full of life.

-No, no, no, no!

Spare us the details, eh?

Good luck.

-Cheers, Barry.

♪ ♪ -Siobhan.

Does this message mean what I think it does?

-[ Laughs ] My scan results.

No evidence of disease.

-Oh, come here!

Oh, I can't believe it.

-[ Laughs ] -So what happens now?

-Whatever we want.

-You've never done it.

You've no idea how to do it.

And you still think you can charm worms better than me?

-Okay, well, let's bet on it.

Loser does the other's chores for a month.

-Deal.

-For the record, I'm in it for the good cause.

-Kids!

-So am I.

-Yeah.

Me, too.

-Oi!

Your mum has some news.

♪ ♪ -Mum had wanted to live by the sea her whole life.

She loved it here.

After her MS diagnosis, I offered to move down, but she wouldn't hear of it.

So her GP, Dr. O'Hare, set her up with a care package, and that seemed to be a good solution.

-And that's when Denis showed up?

-I tried to keep an eye, but... it's tricky from up in Coleraine.

-Then your mum passed.

-When I arrived at the house, I found the locks changed and Denis inside claiming he owned the place.

-So your mother had changed her will?

-No.

As the husband, Denis inherits everything automatically.

The last time I spoke to Mum, she seemed... confused.

It felt like dementia.

[ Sniffles ] -Do you think your mum would have understood what was happening at the wedding?

-No.

There's no way she could agree to a marriage.

But Denis claims Dr. O'Hare had checked Mum over and given her the all-clear.

-And you think that's a lie?

-She would never have gotten remarried.

Dad and her... [voice breaking] they worshipped each other.

Even when she was struggling with what day of the week it was, she never forgot how much she loved him.

[Cries] I just can't believe this is how it works.

-And Denis didn't tell you she's being cremated today?

-What?

No.

No, no, no, no.

No, she would have hated that.

The idea of it terrified her.

She wanted to be buried next to Dad.

This can't be happening.

I...

I can't... -Celine?

Are you okay?

Callum, call Siobhan.

Now.

-I can't... -Shh, just relax.

Just relax.

♪ -Clint, does this thing have air con?

-[ Laughs ] No.

-Oh, I know.

My convertible would have been much more comfortable, but someone insisted on driving us.

-Only because you two are gonna be exhausted.

-Oh, that reminds me.

Eight of my eggs are viable for insemination.

-What?

I'm not having eight kids at once, like.

-Well, why not?

It won't be you doing the night feeds.

-[ Laughs humourlessly ] You're joking, right?

-It's not like you're gonna be using your womb for anything else.

-Right.

That's it.

Let me out.

-Why?

What's happening?

-Fine.

Clint, budge.

-Where's she going?

We'll miss the appointment!

-I know!

-What did you do?!

-This was a big mistake.

-No, no, no, no, don't say that.

This is just a silly little row.

-No.

No one's thinking about the risks I'm taking, what this is gonna do to me and my body.

-But of course I am!

That's why this is it.

This is our one shot.

-But, Nicole, I...

I never said I'd only give this one go.

-What, you mean that you would go through all of this again?

With me?

-Yeah, if I had to and -- and you wanted me to.

Of course I would, mate.

-Oh, Marlene.

♪ I'm so sorry.

-Me, too.

-We won't do all eight this time.

-No.

Let's implant three and keep the rest of the fertilised eggs in storage.

That's the sensible thing to do, yeah?

-Deal.

-Deal.

-Oh!

♪ -[ Velcro unfastens ] -Your pulse is normalising.

-What happened to me?

-You had a panic attack.

Your mother was a remarkable lady who didn't suffer fools.

-Certainly not when she was at her best.

-Look, I don't know everything that's going on.

But I do know trauma.

I'm here to talk if you want.

-[ Sniffles ] I'll be fine.

-Celine.

People who are coping don't kick in doors.

-[ Sighs ] I barely remember damaging the door.

It's like I wasn't conscious when I was doing it.

-Look, I'm happy to get you a referral for a therapist back in Coleraine if you want.

♪ -Thank you.

-Al, could you speak with the registrar that signed Denis and Mrs. Yorke's marriage certificate?

And, Callum, call on Denis's neighbour again.

Let's make sure it was McKay's car she actually saw.

-Aye, aye.

-Then we'll go visit Denis.

-Am I okay to come in?

-Yes.

Come in, please.

Gentlemen, Siobhan got her scan results this morning.

No evidence of any disease.

-No cancer?

-All gone.

-Oh, brilliant.

-[ Laughs ] -That is pure class.

-Yeah.

So how's Celine?

-Er, she's pretty shaken up.

Is Denis Crofter seriously going through with the cremation today?

-Not if we can do anything about it.

Thanks, guys.

Can I have a wee word?

I wanted to apologise to you.

Well, I've just been a bit short haven't I, so I'm sorry.

-Apology accepted.

I haven't felt like myself either recently.

-And now?

-Like a new woman.

-I can tell.

-[ Chuckles ] -So, erm...

I wanted to ask you about Denis Crofter.

He says that you carried out an examination on Elizabeth Yorke just before she died and you signed off on her mental faculties.

-Er, are you asking me to break doctor-patient confidentially?

-A loophole in the system has really let the Yorke family down.

I'm just seeing if there's anything we can do to help.

-Off the record, I'd not seen Mrs. Yorke since her diagnosis.

♪ -I'm saying I'm getting the money later on.

Yes.

I told you I'd sort it.

All right, talk soon.

Love you.

This must all be such a relief for you.

-Honestly, I feel like I've got my life back.

-Yeah.

Can only imagine.

Now, I'm no piece of meat.

We both agreed, the kiss was a mistake.

-Exactly.

So behave yourself.

-This is a surprise.

Siobhan, I thought you'd be up at the field by now.

You and your timekeeping.

The worm contest starts soon.

And I'm sure you've better things to be up to, Alastair.

Like sorting out that Denis Crofter one.

Proper wee skitter.

-Do you think... it was Concepta who saw us kiss?

♪ ♪ -It was Celine Yorke?

I didn't think she'd had it in her.

-She seemed surprised that you'd married her mother.

-We kept it between us.

Elizabeth and I knew a lot of people wouldn't approve or understand.

Like Celine.

Think she'd half the inheritance already spent in her mind.

And she wasn't that interested when her mother needed constant care.

-Celine had concerns that her mother was developing dementia.

You told her that you'd had Mrs. Yorke checked over by her GP and that there was no cause for concern.

-Dr. Siobhan O'Hare.

Lovely lady.

Excellent doctor.

-Have you any record of when that assessment happened?

-Wait.

Aren't you married to Dr. O'Hare?

I hope nothing inappropriate has occurred.

I mean, for a doctor to break confidentiality is really rather serious.

Now, if that's all, I'm expecting an appraiser from Motson's Auctions any minute.

-On the same day as the cremation?

-It's difficult living surrounded by so many painful reminders of love lost.

♪ ♪ -There's still the question of what the bookie McKay was doing up here last night, and why he lied about it.

So Denis owes money to fuel launderer McKay.

McKay pays him a visit 'cause he wants paid.

So why is his car not on the CCTV footage?

-Well, the neighbour said there's a back entrance by the barns.

-Right, so he clearly didn't want anybody knowing he's been up here.

-Yeah, that's certainly fishy.

Celine would have been on the property at the same time.

Maybe she saw something?

-Ask her.

We might not be able to arrest Denis for marrying an older woman with dementia, but if he has been fuel laundering with McKay again, we can scoop him for that.

♪ ♪ -Oh, let me get those for you.

Erm, I heard a rumour that -- -No.

-It's just I really need your help with the worm competition.

Clint says you're the best.

-Is that all he said?

-Er, something else about a feud with Gran over broken sod?

-It wasn't broken.

I won in '84 fair and square.

And I swore that day I'd never charm another worm.

And I am a man of my word.

I'm sorry, love.

-But it's for charity.

You could at least lend me your drum!

♪ -I hope all of these squares are at the regulation size?

-Ah, as close as I could get them.

-The rules are important.

In the past we've had unpleasantness when people haven't accepted they've transgressed.

-Erm, I just wanna say... what you saw with Al, it -- it was nothing.

-Are we talking about today?

Or last week at the top of the stairs?

-So you did see us kiss?

-I kept my powder dry, knowing you had your scan results coming.

And because I wanted to give you the opportunity to be honest with Finn yourself.

-Are you gonna tell him?

Look, now I know there's no cancer evident, I can really start going after the future I want, one that definitely has Finn at its heart.

-I've no plans to say anything.

I know you've had a hard time with Finn recently.

But you love him.

-[ Exhales ] -And so we've got to find a way to get this marriage working again.

-Thank you, Concepta.

-And, Siobhan, congratulations on your results.

I'm delighted.

-I couldn't have gotten through it without you.

-You gave me a real scare, missus.

Never again, right?

-I'll do my very best.

-Mm.

Now, if you'll excuse me... Tommy O'Brien!

Are you up to mischief?

♪ -[ Laughs ] What are you doing?

-Oh, er, testing the ground for softness.

Must make it easier to get worms to the surface.

Right?

-I don't know how your mum copes.

-Yeah, I'm relieved she's had the all-clear of the cancer, though.

Now I'm gonna raise as much as possible to thank all the doctors and nurses who helped save Mum.

-Well, we better choose the right spot, then.

-Mm-hmm.

-[ Laughs ] -Right.

♪ -Celine saw McKay and Denis creeping around the barns at the edge of the property.

Said they were locking horns and that the place stunk of diesel.

-So that's where they're storing the fuel?

-Possibly.

But it might not be enough to get a search warrant.

-So we keep a close eye?

Wait and see what happens?

-Ah, could be nothing for weeks.

-What if we invite them to make the next move?

With any luck, we'll catch Denis Crofter with the dodgy diesel.

-Can we do that?

-Well, we gotta do something, or Celine's gonna miss her mother's funeral.

So maybe it's worth the risk?

-Have you got someone in mind to be the buyer?

-I know just the man.

♪ -Ah, look, I'm not an invalid.

I can manage.

-Nonsense.

Only the very best for our VIP.

-Very Inseminated Person?

-[ Laughs ] Spot on.

Now we've got everything set up so that you can rest and relax and get those feet above that pelvis.

-Baby, I might just, er, nip over to the field here.

The worming competition's about to start.

Joking, obviously.

-[ Chuckles ] -Clint!

-All right, mucker?

-I need a favour, all right?

-Ah.

-You know Philip McKay?

-McKay the bookie, aye?

-Have you ever had any dodgy diesel off him?

I wanna set up a delivery so I can nab the driver, Denis Crofter.

You in?

-Aye, all right.

But I'm using a middleman, keep my name out of it.

-Okay.

♪ [ Drumming and rattling ] -Twenty minutes to go, folks!

The team with the most worms wins.

And, remember, making sounds or vibrations to simulate rain will coax the worms out.

But absolutely no digging.

♪ -You cannot break the thatch of the turf.

♪ ♪ -[ Laughs ] I hope your toilet scrubbing's better than your worm wrangling.

-Well, seeing as you commit human rights abuses in there, I'll need to be.

-[ Laughs ] -Looks like somebody needs the big drum.

♪ ♪ -This is our truck.

Callum, stand by to stop it.

♪ ♪ -Papa, delta, one, one, truck reversing.

[ Siren wailing ] ♪ -Don't you dare break the surface of the sod, now, Barry.

-Never have.

Never will.

♪ -All right, Denis, down you come.

Nice and easy.

♪ McKay?

Not like you to get your hands dirty.

Where's Denis?

[ Drumming and rattling ] -Nearly there, folks!

Ten!

Nine!

Eight!

-Go on, Niamh!

-Seven!

-There's more there!

-Six!

Five!

-Go on, Niamh!

-Four!

Three!

Two!

One!

Stop!

-You can forget about getting any loan off me, bucko.

-Philip McKay, I'm arresting you for tax evasion by fuel laundering.

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

Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

-Celine Yorke... saw you arguing with Denis last night.

So what do we reckon, Detective Constable?

The main man here, what, bullied Denis into marrying a vulnerable old woman?

-Ah, I'd never be part of that weasel's business!

I have a code.

Who do I hurt?

The taxman.

Denis is twisted.

Sure, he's done this before!

He -- He was blabbing about recouping some of his gambling debts by marrying another one with dementia down in Fermanagh.

-This previous victim -- did Denis mention any names?

♪ ♪ -Thanks for helping out my wee Niamh.

And without dragging her into disrepute.

-I never made a violation in my life.

-Ack, but look.

Poor Shay.

♪ ♪ ♪ -Denis?

-What's going on?

-Were you married to a Mrs. Evelyn Bradley of 14 Benedict Gardens, Enniskillen?

-If you'll excuse me, I have a service to attend.

-I made a call to Mrs. Bradley's next of kin.

I got quite the shock when she answered the phone herself, alive and well, still married to you.

You got impatient, didn't you, waiting for Mrs. Bradley to die?

So you moved on to your next target, Mrs. Yorke.

-Denis Crofter, I'm arresting you for bigamy under the Offences Against the Persons Act 1861.

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

♪ ♪ -Have you heard anything about the funeral?

-It was scheduled for an hour ago, but we had it postponed.

-Ah, thank you.

How?

-Well, your mother wasn't Denis' first wife.

In fact, he was already married when he wed your mum.

-What?

-We've arrested him for bigamy.

-Which invalidates their marriage and makes you the next of kin.

-So the funeral -- -Will happen at a time and in a manner of your choosing.

-[ Exhales ] Thank you.

♪ [ Door buzzes and opens ] -Great work today, Callum.

-Now, how about a round of victory teas for the lads there, eh?

Er, Finn?

[ Door closes ] There's something you should know and, erm, I'd like you to hear it from me.

-Okay.

-Last week, during a weird and low moment, erm... ...Siobhan and I shared a kiss.

It was stupid.

It was -- it was a one-off, and it meant absolutely nothing.

I promise it'll never happen again.

-You're both two single people.

Long as it doesn't effect Shay and Niamh, it's none of my business.

-So...we're cool?

-Yeah.

Of course.

-Right.

[ Door opens and closes ] ♪ -There's nearly an extra grand in there.

Do you want a wee drink?

-No, thanks.

You go ahead.

-Hiya.

-Hi.

-So, all got sorted?

-We arrested the guy who was loaning me the cash.

-You didn't get the rest of the money?

It's due within the hour.

-I know.

-So what are we gonna do?

-We're just gonna have to give Jake the 7 grand we've got and hope it's enough.

-Now... -Ack, this is all too much, Nicole.

Come on.

I can look after myself.

-Oh, okay.

Well, I was going to drop down some speciality cheddars.

Will -- Will I not?

-I don't want them going to waste, so, aye, you're all right.

You're a star.

Thank you.

-Now, I know it's not easy, but don't go getting a crush on me.

[ Chuckles ] I'm taken.

-[ Laughs ] Thank you.

-So... you survived?

-Aye.

So far.

[ Both chuckle ] -Ack, Celine.

♪ Well done.

-Finn.

Here.

Here, can we grab a seat?

There's something I'd love to say.

-I know what you want to say.

-You do?

Okay, erm, listen, I-I should've said this -- -Al told me about the kiss.

If being with him makes you happy, then good.

What we had is over, long time ago.

-So what are you -- what are you saying?

You want a divorce?

-Yeah.

I think it's time.

♪ [ Exhales ] ♪ [ Heartbeat pounding ] [ Breathing heavily ] ♪ Ah!

-Finn?

-Yeah?

-You all right, son?

-[ Breathing heavily ] There's, er -- there's bandages at the station.

I-I'll go.

-Come on, son, let's get you patched up.

♪ ♪ -You all right?

-You told Finn?

-Before Concepta did, yeah.

-She wasn't gonna say anything.

And now Finn wants a divorce.

-Come on.

These things just happen.

People drift apart.

Trust me, I've been there.

-It's all my fault.

-It's not.

-I can't believe you told him.

-Come on, gather round everyone!

Okay, quiet everybody, please.

You okay?

-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

[ Clears throat and chuckles ] Erm, I-I would like to take this opportunity to thank everyone today who's come out, er, to support a cause that's very close to my heart.

Thank you.

[ Cheers and applause ] So all the worms have been counted.

[ Laughter ] And the winners are... [ Hands pounding ] Ooh, a drum roll!

...Niamh O'Hare and Barry Pettigrew!

[ Cheers and applause ] -Where is that impossible man?

And after 40 years of gurning.

Niamh.

-Ooh!

[ Applause ] -Now, at the last count, we'd raised over £3,000.

But within the last hour, the tally's increased.

[ Cheers and applause ] Erm... Where'd I put my bag?

-Here it is.

-Thanks, Shay.

♪ -What's wrong, Mum?

-The money -- it's gone.

It's been stolen.

[ Gasps ] Oh, my.

Oh, my gosh.

I'm stupid!

I just left it there, asking for it to be taken.

Oh!

Oh, Celine, no, no, no, I couldn't.

-You helped me so much today.

It's the least I can do.

-Thank you so much.

-That's a splendid idea.

[ Crowd murmuring ] -Oh, thank you so much.

Oh, my goodness.

Oh, thank... ♪ ♪ -You took money intended to help people fight cancer?

Dad, what type of person does that?

-I'll replace it... eventually.

I promise.

I did this to keep you out of prison, remember?

♪ ♪ -And the glass was cracked, you're saying?

-Must've been.

-Them cuts are deep.

You must've had a real firm grip on it.

[ Chuckles ] -Guess so.

-You see, back when this was my office, if ever I needed to think, I used to bounce a ball off that wall there.

Thwack, thwack!

[ Chuckles ] I thought I was Steve McQueen in "The Great Escape."

-[ Chuckles ] -I watched guys around here drink their way through the stress.

See, me -- I had that ball.

Thoo-katu!

[ Chuckles ] Then, one day, it was a particularly rough time, and I-I didn't realise how hard I was firing it.

I thwacked that thing so hard, it went straight through that window.

-[ Chuckles ] -The glass shattered in a million pieces.

Yeah, yeah.

I understand the pressure you're under, son.

Only too well.

-So what did you do to get through it?

-I did what guys like us have always done.

I kept my fears hid and just... er, got on with things.

Hey, come on, we'll go.

I have no doubt our absence will have been remarked on.

-No doubt.

Right behind you.

-Keep that cut clean.

You don't want an infection.

♪ [ Door closes ] -[ Breathing heavily ] ♪ ♪ ♪ [ Sobbing ] ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪