mrs. egan, it's superintendent foley. i'll just slip out the back way. and dad... thanks. mr. foley. mrs. egan, i wonder if i could have a word with your husband? come in. are you still in pain? not too bad, sir, thank you. i hope to get up later. let's wait and see, shall we? there's no rush. garda mcmullen seems to have everything in hand. he says he's really starting to like it 'round here. great. perhaps it's a not bad thing having an outsider here. why is that, sir? well, for instance now the two of you are married that makes brian quigley your father-in-law. let me assure you, sir, i would never show favour to anyone just 'cause they're family. maybe so. we must be seen to be totally impartial, which is why i'm giving serious consideration to keeping garda mcmullen on here in ballykay. but, sure, there's not enough going on here for two gards? exactly. that's why we'd have to find you a new posting. what? where? perhaps a move to an inner-city beat might be good for you. number three! [ rumbling ] ♪ oh, i love trucking ♪ ♪ i love trucking ♪ ♪ i love trucking ♪ ♪ and i lo