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Nick.

- What's the craic?
- Jeez, lads.

Almost out of nappies.
Messing around on the boards.

You're the ex-champ.
Come on, show us some moves.

Fuck that.

I told you, Fi,
Nick can't do shit any more.

Go on, Nick.

Nice guy, Anthony.
Kate really likes him.

Good for Kate.

I can see why. He had dinner
planned for the two of them

but when I turned up,
he insisted I join 'em.

Lucky you.

You told me he was a right twat,
but he's charming,

intelligent, funny.

- Kate really likes him.
- You mentioned that already.

He let you off the hook

when he could have pressed
charges for kidnap and torture.

- Yeah, no balls.
- Maybe Kate likes it like that.

Maybe you should stop talking.

Jack, you need to sink your chi
down to your dan tien.

Speak human.

Take a deep breath.

Don't see neither one
of you boys in a wheelchair.

That count?

I'm Kelly. Head of Security.

Security?
Out here in the boonies?

Against what? Thieving crows?

The Indians aren't always
outside the fort.

Indians?
Are you the marshal in town, so?

That's right.
And if you're carrying,

I'd ask that you leave
your hardware at the door.

- I never carry a weapon.
- Really?

I heard you had a sharp tongue.

Which is handy
for cutting through bullshit

but hardly a cause
for a strip search.

This way, gentlemen.

Nick was an intern here.

His loss was a big shock.

We are the sixth biggest games
software provider in the world.

And you chose
to set up your HQ here

in the middle of nowhere,
because of the tax breaks?

Tax breaks,
highly qualified workforce,

but mostly because Farrell's
family hails from West Ireland.

He wants to give back
to the community.

Noble soul.

Hey, hey!

Jack Taylor. Oh.

A true Galway legend.
I feel honoured.

You'll get over it.

I heard about that finger.
It must have hurt like hell.

Ruined my whole day.

I understand there's been
a death in the company.

- Yeah. Nick Egan, poor kid.
- You want me to look into it?

If there's a connection, yeah.

A connection to what?

Before we continue,
I need you to sign something.

A non-disclosure agreement.

If you mention anything
outside this office,

- we'll come after your ass.
- Now there's a thought.

Right, so, you know
what virtual reality is, yeah?

Good to have you back, Kate.

It's good to be back.
Any progress?

No. For a murder
committed in broad daylight

in front
of multiple witnesses...

You er... You doing OK?

I wouldn't be here if I wasn't,
would I?

Right, sorry. Yeah.

Of course.

Thanks for asking.

So, erm...

here at FSD
we have been developing

state-of-the-art
virtual reality gear.

Now, at the same time,
we've also created

the next generation VR game.

It's deeply integrated,
full source.

What?

What? A sword, eh?

Press the button.

All right,
I'll press the button.

Purgatory.

Fuck me.

Fuck.

Delightful.
Where's the problem?

Kelly.

Can you send over
the profiles, please?

Sure.

Right, so...

You got Alan, you got Debbie.

In the centre, you have Debbie's
younger sister, Skyler.

They created and designed
the prototype for the game.

Six days ago it was copied.

You must have copy safeguards?

Yeah. The best.
Which is why only the best

can possibly be responsible
for making the copy.

You think one of them did it?

No one else
had the access or ability.

And Nick, how did he fit in?

Nick Egan was an intern.
His job was to assist them.

- His murder must be connected.
- That's for you to find out.

Now, our intel tells us
the competition

doesn't have
the prototype... yet.

It's still out there.

Most likely smuggled out
of the building on one of these.

None of the three suspects
know that I know.

These kids,
filthy rich computer prodigies,

as far as I'm concerned,
they're aliens.

I couldn't get
within spitting distance

without alarms going off.

No, but I could.

You understand programming,
right?

Yeah. I know a fair bit.

The three musketeers
aren't stupid.

If you screw something up,
they'll be all over you.

Better give him some pointers,
so.

We got one on the inside,
one on the outside.

Yeah, we'll try it.

Follow me.

If our shareholders
get one whiff

of the prototype being stolen,
it will wipe us out.

Wipe me out.

Have their homes been searched?

Of course, twice.
And Nick's, with detectors.

Nada.

Why me?

I want this handled discreetly.

And I want somebody
who gets results.

Somebody with people skills.

And besides,

I can relate to you, brother.

You got that...

that... Poom!
...thing, you know?

Not really.

You and me.

Two of a kind.

Yeah... separated at birth.

Hi. I'm Darragh, the new intern.

Er... I've been told
to assist you guys.

I'm pretty good at greebling...

...if you need any of that doing.

Skyler.

I'm Darragh, the new intern.

- Lovely to meet you, Darragh.
- A skinny double latte.

Oh, shit, sorry.

- First-day nerves.
- Don't worry about it.

Oh... Darragh...

...I'm organising
a bit of a get-together tonight

in memory of Nick, the...

- the guy who...
- Oh, I know. Um... yeah.

- I'll be there.
- Great.

"I fled him down
the nights and down the days

I fled him down the arches
of the years

I fled him down the I...

labyrinthine ways
of my own mind

and in the midst of tears"

You read this crap?

You broke into my apartment
to discuss poetry?

I hear you went to see Galway's
very own software millionaire.

Shouldn't you be in prison?

Yeah. The case is due
a judgment in a week.

Kidnap and torture carries
a three-year mandatory.

It's a long time when
you break it up into hours.

Fuck it, Jack.
If I go in, it's the end.

I need you to get Anthony Hemple
to drop the charges against me.

Do I look like a miracle worker?

- Well, he did it for you!
- His idea, not mine.

I can't go in.

I need cash. Fast.
And then to piss the hell off.

Ah.

You want in
on the Farrell gig with me?

I have...

what you don't have.

Technical know-how.

You're a piece of work, Mason,
I'll give you that.

You're also a prize arsehole.

Now, get the fuck out.

You needed me before.

You'll need me again.

Thanks. You shouldn't have.

How was your first day back?

It was grand.

And... would you fancy
going out for a bite to eat?

Thanks, but I'm not really
looking for company tonight.

You never really are these days.

Is that supposed
to mean something?

No.

Not at all.

Fuck!

Oh, fuck, fuck,
fuck, fuck, fuck!

Fuck!

All right, Kate.

You're not gonna like this,

but I think it's time you
faced up to some hard facts.

What facts?

You're... You're a useless cook.

Come on. I'm gonna take you out.

No, I'm not in the mood.

Come on, High Noon,
get your glad rags on.

That was for Nick.

Of all the gin joints...

Another shot.

A rum and coke on the tab,
please.

You've got that look.

Sorry?

Your face.

You've got that look like

your heart's been trampled on
ten times over and set on fire.

You're speaking from experience?

Every time I look in the mirror.

I bet my sob story beats yours.

Probably.

- I'm Jack.
- Skyler.

So, what do you do, Jack?

I don't mostly.

- Nice.
- Nah, the pay's lousy.

Yeah, money
messes everything up.

I'll have to take your word
for that.

Can I buy you a drink, Jack?

Sure. As long
as it's uisce beatha.

- I've got you pegged, Jack.
- Do you, now?

That coat, the scruffy look,
the sarky comebacks.

- That's your armour.
- Why would I need armour?

- Make sure nothing gets at you.
- In that case it's not working.

Is that a compliment
or something?

Or something.

- Jack.
- Hey, Kate.

Been a while.

But you're back in the job,
that's great.

I didn't think this
was your kind of place.

Is it yours?

Tastes change.

Not always for the better.

- Speak for yourself.
- Jack, I'm bored. Let's go.

Come on, let's go.

- Did I overplay that?
- You were pitch perfect.

- It was her, wasn't it?
- Her who?

The reason
for your sourpuss earlier.

- You don't miss much, do you?
- What's her name?

- Kate.
- Oh, you like saying it.

Why do you keep following me?

- You did a bad thing, Alan.
- How do you know my name?

All you've got to do is return
what you took with interest.

You've got the wrong guy.
He hasn't done anything.

There you are.
Everybody's waiting for you.

Fuck off, wank shaft!

If you spill, you pay.

Argh! Urgh!

Aargh!

Come on, lads.
Pints are getting flat.

Argh!

Drinks?

Tea's ready.

Something tells me you can
afford fancier digs than this.

Sure.

But...

ach, it keeps
my feet on the ground.

No. You know it's easy to get
confused when you've money.

That the reason
for your sourpuss?

Nah. It's nothing. Just life.

Right.

Have you ever been...

Between a rock and a hard place

doesn't even
begin to describe it.

Oh, it's where I live.

Everything starts out so simple,
you know. Black and white.

And then step by step
without you noticing it,

it becomes
more complicated until...

you're involved in
something that...

I just want to do
the right thing.

But if I do, I end up
hurting those I love.

And... yet, do I even
still love them any more

after what they've done?

Jesus.

Listen to me.

Please ignore
that rambling nonsense.

Well, if you want to know
if something is morally right,

listen to your stomach.

Stomach?

If it sits like broken glass,
then it's wrong.

Does that work for you?

Worked for Hemingway.

Yeah.

Knowing what's right
won't make it any easier to do.

It'll make it harder.

Wow.

Nice place.

Thanks for the rescue,
Jackie Chan.

Some fancy moves you got there.

- Who were those lads?
- Fucked if I know.

They've been following me
for the last couple of days.

Freaky.

- Tell the guards?
- No.

But I will now.

So what's your background,
Darragh?

I did a stint as a programmer
for a small outfit in London

but this is
the biggest gig I've had.

It is an honour to be working

with such unique talents
as yourselves and Skyler.

Skyler is unique all right.
A unique pain in the hole.

- Alan!
- What?

We wouldn't be in this mess
if it wasn't for her.

Shut up.

Nice to have met you, Skyler.

Hey.

Whatever happened
between you and your girl,

you got something there, so...
don't let it go.

Thanks for the tea.

What? Fuck...

Argh!

It wouldn't have killed you
to knock on the bloody window.

I'm warning you, mate.

I'm facing prison. I'm broke.

What the fuck can you do to me?

Things can always get worse.

Fuck.

I don't get it.

Why?

I'm a finder, not a snitch.

I guess you haven't heard, Jack.

Heard what?

People don't usually
say no to me.

Welcome to the real world.

- What have you found out?
- Nothing.

You spent the evening
with Skyler.

Your detective's nose
must have detected something?

Nope.

Come on.

Skyler's a sweet girl.

She's charming, innocent.
You like her, don't you?

If that's all...

You think it's Skyler.

That's the reason you're not
taking this on, right?

Put some shoes on,
for fuck's sake.

- Go raibh maith agat. Slàn.
- Slàn.

You're about to ruin my day,
aren't you?

How long
had you been seeing her?

- I wasn't seeing her.
- Were you sleeping with her?

- Wouldn't you like to know.
- We can do this at the station.

Grand, so. Arrest me.

Darragh filled me in
on your job for Farrell.

Cheers, Judas.

You tell me what you found out
during your night with Skyler

and I'll fill you in
on the details of her death.

- Cause of death?
- Head trauma.

A rock or a brick possibly.

We're dredging the canal.

- Her phone?
- Hasn't been located.

- You liked her.
- I did.

But not in the way you think.

She was getting over someone
who meant a lot to her.

From the way she spoke,
she may have copied the game

and Farrell may have
killed her for it.

Farrell won't have anything
connecting him to a crime.

Nobody's untouchable.

How'd you get on
with Alan and Debbie?

Alan has some
hired muscle after him.

Sounded like they were looking
for money he'd stolen.

Go back to them, find out who
it was that Skyler was seeing.

What about the Nick Egan case?

Shot from a distance.
Car most likely.

Any connection to Skyler's death
or the stolen game?

Not so far.

There's one other thing.

Six years ago, someone currently
working for FS Development

- was implicated in a murder.
- Who?

Didn't expect to see your face
around here any time soon.

I'm sure you've heard the news.

Yes, poor Skyler.

It's a tragedy.

For a head of security you don't
offer your employees much of it.

I like you, Taylor.

You wear your heart
on your sleeve.

Makes for an easy target.

Clayton Frederick Johnson.

Ring any bells?

Sure.

Heavenly bells.

Six years ago, the body of your
husband Clayton Johnson

was found in a motel room
in Galveston, Texas,

a bullet lodged in his chest.

The PD brought charges
against you.

- They were dropped.
- They were...

...because one Tom Farrell
gave you an alibi.

Claimed you were with him
making love.

And how is this relevant
to anything?

I don't know yet.
I'm looking into it.

And what are you seeing?

I'm seeing someone
who didn't take care

putting on their make-up
this morning,

someone
who hasn't slept much lately.

Chronic insomnia.

Or a guilty conscience.

You're gonna need a much bigger
looking glass to find that.

This is not a fucking joke.

A young woman
has been brutally murdered.

I'm not stopping
until I find out who did it.

Good luck with that.

I'm impressed, Jack.

You throw my money
back in my face,

now you... harass my wife.

Phew, you make enemies fast.

I haven't even started yet.

I'm not sure
I appreciate that tone.

Then have me thrown out.

I think I can handle you.

Oh, I'm sure you could.

Oh, Jesus Christ,
I like you, Jack.

I really fucking do.

Oh, I know what we're gonna do.

Ha-ha!
So how are you doing back there?

Sitting pretty.

- Where are we going?
- You're gonna love it.

You keep the change, darling.

This is life.

Real life.

It's real, all right.

Not much of a life.

Now, Jack, buddy, listen up.

All I care about is recovering
this copy of the game.

Why the hell would I want
to involve myself in murder?

So tell me about
Kelly's first husband.

A few years ago.

The company was booming.

I had more money
than I'd ever had.

But I felt this hole
inside of me.

On an impulse, I bought
this old Harley, did a runner.

Told nobody. I just rode off
into the wild blue yonder.

Easy Rider, eh?

Except
it wasn't doing it for me.

I just kept sinking deeper.

Got into scrapes,
drank too much.

I am in Galveston, Texas.

And I'm in this bar
and I notice this girl.

And she's different. She's...

She's hot, but...

her eyes, oh,
they are doing all the work.

She is just scanning the place.

And she settles on me.

It was like she decided
to choose me.

I kid you not, Taylor, it was...

unnerving.

A couple of hours later,
we're in bed,

banging each others brains out.

Boom! The door busts open.

And there he is,
Clayton Frederick,

the hubby
that she's running away from.

And he's fucking ripped.
He's Portuguese.

He's aching for blood.

And Kelly...

She puts her hand
in the drawer...

...she pulls out a.38.

Boom.

One bullet. He goes down. Gone.

Just like that.

And I'm, like,
"What the? What?"

And she turns to me

and she says,

"Honey...

you got a choice here.

Are you with me or against me?"

So what did you do?

I married her. Of course.

It's me. It's Darragh.

I'm so sorry.

- They want me to come in.
- Who does?

The guards.

They want me to id...

...identify her.

I can't do that.

I can't.

You need someone with you.

Where's Alan?

Don't mention
that fucker's name!

Mr Egan, I'm Detective Noonan.

I'm sorry to hear about Nick.

I was wondering
if I could have a word.

Did you paint these yourself?

Áine, my wife, it was her hobby.

Can't say I thought much of it
when she was alive.

Now...

she'd laugh,

thinking of me taking up
where she left off.

It keeps me busy.

Has there been progress?
Have you made an arrest?

We're following
several lines of enquiry.

Hmm. Meaning
that you don't have a clue.

Meaning we're doing all we can.

So did I.

I did my best...

taking care of Nick.

Wasn't very good though, was I?

Mr Egan,

did Nick ever talk to you about
a co-worker named Skyler Garvey?

Nick never talked
about his work.

And, I mean, even if he did

I wouldn't have understood
any of that computer malarkey.

Did you notice anything
out of the ordinary

in the last couple of weeks?

No.

Mind you...

there was one night.

A few days before he died,
he came home late from work.

He said... he'd made it.

He said we'd be rich.

Do you know
what he meant by that?

No, I mean...

me and Nick,

we were close, but...

nah, we didn't talk much.

Would he have spoken
to his friends about it?

Dunno. Maybe.

Do you know where I might be
able to find them?

I mean, did Nick ever say
anything about striking it rich?

- No.
- No.

Did he like working at FS?

- I dunno.
- He loved it.

Hell, for gamers like us, a gig
at FS is like the Holy Grail.

How did he land the Holy Grail?

He met a girl
in a pub one night.

Skyler. She was nice.

I liked her.

She helped him
get a foot in the door

and he thought he had it made.

He didn't realise
what bastards they were.

Come on, we've got to get going.

What do you mean "bastards"?

Nick was always
trying to impress

so he'd talk to
anyone who'd listen

about all his great ideas
for his games designs.

- Bad move.
- Why?

They stole his designs. Pricks.

- Shut up.
- Who did? Skyler?

Come on.

Oh, she is... she is wild.

She's... dangerous.
Unpredictable.

Kelly, I...

She...

I never knew what was gonna
happen when she was around.

She...

made me feel alive.

Like nothing else. Still does.

So to make your mundane
millionaire life more exciting

you married a murderer and
made her your head of security?

Oh. You make that sound
like it's a bad thing.

She'd take care
of loose ends for you?

Oh, sure. Anybody gets
in my fucking way...

Skyler was a threat
to the future

of everything you'd built.

And you'd have Kelly around
for the dirty work?

Oh.

Jack...

Jack, I like you, I do.

You leave my wife out of this.

Or else what?

You do not want to know.

Hey, buddy.

What happened
between you and Alan?

A few days ago,
I noticed tell-tale signs

that the game prototype
had been copied.

It's not supposed
to be possible.

Only myself, Skyler and Alan
have the know-how.

Skyler...

...she said she had
nothing to do with it, but...

I know her better than anyone.

And Alan, he wanted it for
himself, sell it for millions?

No, are you crazy?

Alan wanted Skyler
to go to Farrell with the copy,

admit everything.

He was scared shitless of
Farrell finding out,

that he'd tarnish us all
with the same brush.

And sack you all?

He could ensure none of us work
in the games industry again.

But Skyler
refused to give it back?

Last night,
Alan went to see her.

He was drunk... furious.

Promised to tear her place apart
to find the copy.

I thought it was just hot air.

But then he never came back.

You prick.

Murderer! I'll kill you!

Easy, easy, Debbie.

Easy.

Nick's a games whiz.

He befriends Skyler. She's nice,
helps him get an internship.

He's trying to impress.

He pitches his ideas
all over the place,

thinks they'll make him rich.

And somebody steals them.
How? And who?

Skyler? Was Nick her lover?

But then he finds out
she's stolen all his ideas.

He freaks. He wants
to blow the whistle on her.

She has to kill him.

Skyler was not a murderer.

What about Nick's mates?

He'd made it big
by getting a job at FS,

left his fellow gamer geeks
in the dust.

Detect any jealousy there?

Jealousy, no.

Loyalty, yes.

Hmm. Feels good.

What does?

You talking to me.

Instead of breaking my balls.

Oh.

By the way, I still have these.

Oh, well, you...
keep them.

Knock, knock.

You must be Mrs Farrell.

- I'm Detective...
- Detective Noonan.

- Am I interrupting something?
- No.

Not any more, you're not.

- I don't believe you.
- Debbie, I swear.

Skyler wasn't there

and those feckers from the pub
were staking out the place.

You hated her because she
was twice as talented as you.

That doesn't mean
that I killed her.

Darragh?

No, wait.

Fuck!

I can see why Skyler liked you.

How do you know she liked me?

You spend the evening with her.

All we did was talk.

About what?

What are you fishing for, Kelly?

See anything you like?

Oh, I wouldn't dare.

You don't strike me
as the shy, retiring type.

Your husband
told me how you met.

Dramatic.

He likes to make me
into some kind

of white trash
femme fatale bitch.

- Do you tell it differently?
- No.

It just wasn't
that big of a deal.

- Killing someone?
- Getting away with it.

There were no consequences?

There's always consequences.

Just not always
the ones you'd expect.

Beats doing time, though.

Who says I'm not doing time?

Is that comfortable?

Tailor made.

Scared of Farrell?

Terrified.

It's her, isn't it?

Detective Noonan.

Me and Farrell
are very different.

But we've got
one thing in common.

We don't take no for an answer.

- Yeah.
- Here's the deal.

You cut me in on the Farrell
gig, we split it 50-50

and you get Hemple
to drop the charges.

- Why don't you...
- If you want to see

your partner alive again,
you'll agree.

What the hell have you done,
Mason?

Before you go all
Charles Bronson on me,

I had nothing to do with this.
I was just tailing your partner.

- Where is he?
- Remember we have a deal.

Where?

I haven't done anything.
Please let me down.

Please! No!
Please let me down.

I haven't done anything! Please!

Please let us down!

Alan, you stole from someone
who doesn't fuck around.

Stole what?
I didn't steal anything.

Unless you pay back
with 100 per cent interest

by tomorrow morning,

you're going down.

You're making a mistake.

No, you made the mistake
by getting involved.

- All right there, Noonan?
- Oh, fuck, no.

But thanks for asking.

This is a private party
so piss off!

Whatever is going on here,
everyone stay calm.

Sure I am calm.
Xavier, are you calm?

Who the hell are you?

I'm Kelly.
What's your name, cowboy?

Cowboy? I like that.

Just bring 'em down slowly
and we'll talk.

Sure. I'll bring 'em down.

- No!
- Oh, God!

It's OK, I've got you!

Please, please, we're gonna
fall. Please let us down!

- Please!
- You got a problem, cowboy.

Oh, really, Yank?
And what's that?

Well, you can shoot Jack here
for sure.

And if you're lucky,
you might even squeeze out

a couple of rounds on me, but...

Clint over there...

Put the gun down... now!

Hang in there, Darragh!
You're all right.

Just hold on!

- Hold on.
- Keep holding it.

You've got me there.
You've got me there.

Get me down, please.
Help me.

- Please. Help me.
- You're all right.

Gotcha!

- Please help me, please.
- Leap and the net will appear.

- What the hell does that mean?
- It means he's full of shite.

Which means he's all right.

What exactly's going on here?

Who do you work for?

Permesso?

No, no, no, Mason, not again.

What else are we gonna do?

Have you forgotten the nightmare
we had last time

getting rid of the corpse?

- But the other one talked.
- Talked?

- His tongue was half gone.
- I got carried away.

All right, so, do one of them.

No, no, no! Stop!

- We work for Peg Ramsey.
- Peg Ramsey?

The loan shark?

Yeah. Dipstick there
stole money from her.

Hacked it
from her account into his.

100 grand!

No, I didn't.

If I had, do you think I'd be
so stupid as to not cover it up?

Someone is setting me up.

- Who is setting you up, Alan?
- I dunno, Mrs Farrell.

But none of this
has anything to do with me.

Come on.
Let's check on Debbie.

Straight eyes left.

You get me off with Anthony
Hemple, you hear me?

Yeah, yeah.

Mrs Farrell, my name's Mason.

- James Mason.
- Lucky you.

Hear you've got trouble
down at FS Development.

Maybe I can be of assistance.

Private detectives?

Well, he is. I'm just the help.

I didn't kill Skyler.

I just didn't want
Farrell to sack us all.

Your job means a lot to you.

High pressure, though,
staying ahead of the game,

always having to come up
with new ideas and designs.

That's just how it is.

Nick Egan's mates claim someone
at FS stole his games designs,

passed them off as their own.

Look, I thought he understood.

We all contribute
to a common pool of ideas.

That's not how Nick saw it.

When he saw that...

I'd incorporated some of his
designs into the game prototype,

he was upset.

He called me a thief.
He said he'd expose me.

- So you took him out?
- No!

Why would I? There was no way he
could prove I'd stolen anything.

In any case, Nick...

Something happened.

Just before he died,
something good.

He was...

gloating, saying that...

thanks to Skyler,
he was gonna make it big...

...that soon
I'd be working for him.

Could Nick have helped
Skyler copy the game?

He was good.

It's possible.

Stay with them.

Forensics have established
that this burnt-out vehicle

matches descriptions of a car

seen at the time
of Nick Egan's murder.

Will, re-interview everyone
who saw the car.

Cian, go through
all the CCTV from Ballybrit.

Psst!

She's out of your league, lad.

Who let you in?

Me and the desk sergeant
are related.

This is a restricted area, sir.

So please leave immediately
or you will be arrested.

He's funny. I like him.

What do you want?

Nick Egan's mates,
the gamer geeks.

- What about them?
- You said they were loyal.

That's the impression I got.

So they'd be mad
at whoever stole his ideas

and stone mad
at whoever killed him.

Yeah.
Where are you going with this?

I'll explain on the way.

Detective Noonan.
Can we have a word?

Never seen a gamer's den before?

So Nick was one of you?

Founding member
along with myself.

Member of what?
The computer club?

Fuck off! A club?
We're a brotherhood.

- Hey.
- Sisterhood. Whatever.

So when one of the brotherhood
is murdered,

you take justice your own way?

- Dunno what you mean.
- Alan Ward.

He stole Nick's games designs.

And incorporated them into
the prototype for a new VR game

- that FS are developing.
- What if he did?

It'd make him a prime suspect
in Nick's murder.

Why are you telling me this?

Because you think
Alan killed Nick.

So you hacked Peg Ramsey's
bank account,

transferred funds from her
into Alan's account.

Peg Ramsey
takes care of your revenge.

Genius plan.

Except Alan didn't do it.

He's guilty.

He stole from Nick.
Hey, leave it.

Could Nick have hacked
the FS main drive

- and copied the new VR game?
- Sure.

But why would he take the risk?

If they were his stolen ideas,
maybe he felt justified.

Where might Nick
hide the memory stick?

Well, once he got
the stick out of FS,

he would have hidden
the content elsewhere

and destroyed the stick.

Online is the best hiding place.

- The Dark Net, most likely.
- Dark Net?

The Dark Net
is overlay networks,

which use the Clear Net,
but require specific software,

configurations
and authorisation to access.

Right.

If Nick did hide the prototype
on the Dark Net,

- could you find it?
- I doubt it. Nick was good.

- He'd have covered his trail.
- But you'll try.

Why?
I don't give a shit about FS.

Because if you don't play ball,
Detective Noonan will make sure

you go down for hacking
Peg Ramsey's bank account.

If Nick used his own laptop,

I might be able to trace it.

I'm sorry to disturb you,
Mr Egan. My name's Jack Taylor.

Well, well.

Jack Taylor.

Have we met?

No, but it's about time we did.

Please, come in.

The guards only returned it
a couple of days ago.

What do you want it for?

To... well, to test a theory.

What theory?

It's vague. I'm hoping the
laptop will yield the answer.

Oh, and so why haven't the
guards found those same answers?

Maybe they're not asking
the right questions.

You er...
You were an only child as well.

Like Nick.

Weren't you, Taylor?

I was.

And...

from what I hear,

yourself and your father
were also pretty close.

My father?

Who told you that?

Oh, I... I knew him.

I knew Harry Taylor.

See, him and Dad, they
both worked for the railroad.

Railroad. Yeah.

And then...

well, when Dad got sick,

he lost his job.

Lost his income.

Harry...
he came visiting every day.

He always...

He always brought
this wooden box with him.

He'd talk GAA
and Fianna Fàil with Da'.

And then he'd leave...

without the box.

Inside it,

we'd find potatoes,

ham, eggs.

And sometimes maybe even
the odd jawbreaker.

Harry...

he never mentioned
a word about it.

Da' never mentioned a word.

But I knew that Harry Taylor

was that rarest thing of all.

A decent human being.

Yeah.

I never knew.

Just be sure to bring it back.

I'll get round to it later.

Get round to it now,
there's a good lad.

One thing bothers me.
If Nick did steal the prototype

and stash it online,
why kill him?

Surely
it's in everybody's interest,

Farrell's and his competitors',
to keep Nick alive,

in order
to get their hands on it?

Maybe he was killed
for a different reason.

What reason?

Like I fucking would.

What?

Nothing.

So...

you and Kelly, what's the story?

There's no story, Kate.

She's a very attractive lady.

Mm.

Anthony is an attractive fella.

Yeah.

- It's all good.
- Is it?

Truth is... I can't really
see beyond you, Kate.

Bí cúramach, Jack.

Agus tusa freisin, Kate.

Skyler was always so alone.

Even when we were kids,
I was the one that had friends.

Never had boyfriends?

Boys weren't her thing.

- She was gay?
- Out and proud.

Oh. Did she have
a girlfriend in Galway?

She refused to tell me
anything about her.

But ever since we were little,

we always told each other
everything.

Maybe the other girl
was uncomfortable with it?

Skyler got her a present.

We went shopping for it
together, just the two of us.

You should have seen us,
we were like teenagers again,

going from shop to shop.

I could see that she
really loved this girl.

Skyler was hoping
she'd wear it as a sign

that she acknowledged
their relationship.

What was it?

OK.

Skyler was gay.

How does that change anything?

She gave that person a present,
a Claddagh ring.

Same as every other
saddo blow-in

who thinks it will make him
some sort of honorary Galwegian.

I rest my case.

Where are you off to?

To a most exquisite
form of torture.

Nice place you picked.

It'll do.

This is on me.

- No arguments.
- You sure about that?

The cod in here
is the price of a used car.

Anthony...

...I never thanked you properly
for not pressing charges.

- You had every right.
- Yeah, look...

...I've thought about it
long and hard

but I believe
you're a decent man

caught up
in an indecent situation.

We were all caught up
in the situation,

trying to do what was best.

Including Mason.

- You're defending him?
- No, I'm just saying...

Well, he's... he's a man
at the end of his tether.

Sorry I'm late.

Hope you don't mind. I took
the liberty of inviting Kate.

Of course not.

Excuse me. I have to take this.

What's this about, Jack?

What's what about, Kate?

Stop acting the maggot.

You ask Anthony out for a meal,
you're talking up Mason. Why?

Mason wouldn't tell me where
Ramsey's goons had taken Darragh

unless I tried to get him
off the hook with Anthony.

So Jack's being a good lad
and keeping his promises?

- Even to the scum of the earth?
- Get off my case, Kate.

I made a mistake
getting involved with Mason.

- Anthony paid for it. End of.
- No, it's not.

- Why the hell not?
- Because, Jack, you...

you have it in you to change
and you refuse to.

Change into what?

More like him?

Sound? Reliable?

It's never gonna happen, Kate.

You know it.

I'll be right back
with the wine list.

- Shite and onions.
- What?

Something you said?

Is your husband around?

Well, that's not
very flattering.

Is he?

He went out for a jog.

I couldn't help
noticing yesterday

you wear a Claddagh ring
around your neck.

It's corny, but I like it.

The fact that you risk
wearing it says a lot.

Risk?

Skyler got her secret lover
a ring.

What does that prove?

Every other person in Galway
has one.

Also explains why you've
not been looking your best.

How does it feel
to share a bed with a man

who might have killed
the person you love?

Because you did love her.

So, how did it start?

Office romance?

Something like that.

Once when Farrell
was away on business,

I asked her home for dinner.

I've had plenty of lovers,
but Skyler...

...she was different, she...

She made me feel good
about myself.

So what happened?
Why did you break up?

Skyler wanted to go public.

Wanted me to leave Farrell.

If you loved her,
why didn't you?

See all of this?

I own nothing.

And Farrell...

he owns me.

Before we got married,
he made me sign a pre-nup,

in case of divorce,
in case I cheated,

in case he got bored.

I get nothing.

And much
as I cared about Skyler,

I wasn't ready to lose that.

So Skyler was becoming a threat?

- Is that why...
- Jack, I loved her.

At first I thought
it was Farrell, but...

...he wouldn't risk it.

Not with the company at stake.

I don't know who did it, but...

...if I ever find 'em...

I'm sorry for your loss.

What's going on here?

Just a friendly chat
with your wife.

About what?

Ask her.

Hello, husband.

What did Taylor want?

What does every Irishman want?

To chat about the weather,
of course.

He just wanted
some more information

about security at FS.

No big deal.

You know I don't trust you?

Yeah, but you like that
about me.

And you.

What do you like about me?

Do you have to ask?

And if the company goes down,

I lose everything.

All of this.

Baby... fuck the money.

If you go down...

I go down.

- Yeah?
- Taylor.

- You might want to swing by.
- Have you found something?

It's something, all right.

Is it the game prototype?

I...

think you'd better come by
and see for yourself.

Bollocks.

Hey, you!

I'll send your photograph
to the guards.

Madam.

I am the guards.

You don't sound like one.

Did you know Skyler Garvey
very well, Mrs?

Henry.
Of course I knew her well.

Poor soul.

Lovely child, so she was.

Did she ever ask you
to keep anything for her?

She did not. Why would she?

Hmm.

All right, then,
thank you for your time.

Rufus!

I see you adopted her cat.

Rufus is mine.

But that girleen,
she loved cats.

She had this little fella
spoiled rotten.

She gave him this lovely
red heart for his birthday.

Farrell.

Mr Farrell.

My name's Mason.
I'm an associate of Jack Taylor.

- Now's not a good time.
- Well, make it good.

Who the hell
do you think you are?

Someone who's got something
that belongs to you.

Well?

I didn't find any sign of Nick

having stashed the prototype
on the Dark Net.

So what did you find?

Fuck me.

Well?

James Mason,
formerly with the Met.

Rumours of excessive violence
against suspects.

Suspended then fired.

Currently being served for
false imprisonment and torture.

My contacts say
it's a cert he'll be convicted.

We're looking at a desperate
man. He's bluffing.

We'll soon find out.

You're gonna hand over
a million? Just like that?

A drop in the ocean
if he really has found it.

Ah. Mrs Farrell.

Hardware?

Get it out.

My pleasure.

One million.

As agreed.

The question is...

...can I trust you?

Pffl.

Do you have a choice?

Thanks.

I could have you
stripped and tortured

until you tell me
what I want to know.

And then have you strangled.

And dump your body in the bay.

And I'd get away with it.

But I'm a businessman.

All I want... is what's mine.

She hid it
on the neighbour's cat.

Clever girl.

Here we go.

Halle-fucking-lujah!

Boo-yah!

Mason, you can piss off
with your dough.

Never show your fucking face
around here again.

Put that down, Kelly.

Jesus Christ, Kelly.

Argh!

What? Huh...

Sorry.
But you had that coming.

Chri...

This is...

This is not what we had planned.

You're right, Mason.

It's what I planned.

Oh, shit!

Argh! Argh!

Are you going somewhere,
Marshal?

Some other time, Taylor.

Oh, you'll want to hear this.

Before the Gardaí do.

How about offering me a drink?

So where is he?

Resting.

Grand.
I was hoping to find you alone.

You see, I've been
thinking about you, Kelly.

A lot, in fact.

I think I understand you
a bit better now.

I understand what it is
that makes you tick.

You're trapped in a marriage
you can't get out of.

If Farrell catches you straying,

you'll be sent packing
with nothing.

Tell me something I don't know.

You saw a chance
of something real with Skyler,

so real you had
to escape Farrell.

But to do that,
you needed money.

Skyler had money.
She was on a great salary.

Not enough to get out of Dodge

and disappear where
Farrell wouldn't reach you.

For that,
you needed serious money.

But where to get
that amount of cash?

You'd never be able to access it
from Farrell's bank account.

Nah.

You needed to win the jackpot.

And fast.

My guess is...
it's just a guess...

you got Skyler to copy
the prototype

with the notion of selling it
to the competition.

It would
set you two up for life.

Now, that went against
all that Skyler believed in,

but you made sure she understood
if there was to be a future

for the two of you,
she'd have to do it.

And she did.
But there were two glitches.

Glitch one, Nick Egan,
probably working late,

always trying
to make an impression.

He thought he'd hit the jackpot
when he took these.

You and Skyler
caught in the act.

To insure himself
against you coming after him,

he told you the photos
were hidden online

where you'd never find them.

What he didn't realise
was, by doing so,

he made himself a target
and, yeah, you took him out.

Which brings us to glitch two.

Skyler's conscience.

When Nick was killed,
she realised why

and who did it, you.

So there she is, she's caught
between the person she loved

and doing the right thing.

In the end, she did nothing.

Thanks for sharing, Jack,
but where's the evidence?

Believe me, I'll find it.

Jesus Christ!

Hey, Mason. Stay with me.

Jack...

Why are you doing this?

Why do you think?

Were you and Mason?

Did he find it?

Did he find the prototype?
What did Farrell pay for it?

Hm?
Enough for you to disappear?

You like to think you're
on the side of the angels, Jack.

But you've got a much darker
heart than you care to admit.

Not dark enough.

Shame.

- Are you OK?
- Yeah.

I saved your life...
wanker.

And now I'm saving yours,
so feck right off.

I'm not happy about this, Jack.

This fella's getting
more and more involved.

I like it. Suits me.

I hate to say it,
but the boy has got potential.

- Jack!
- No, no, I'm with you.

He should focus on his studies.

"Doctor Noonan"
has got a nice ring to it.

- Breaks your heart, though.
- What does?

These cases. Look at Skyler.
So kind to Nick, gets him a job.

Only for Nick
to witness her with Kelly,

and the cowgirl takes him out.

Skyler must have been
wracked with guilt.

Organising the book of
condolences, the get-together,

sending flowers to his father.

And then Skyler's killed.

Breaks your heart.

- Flowers?
- Excuse me?

You said Skyler
sent flowers to Nick's father?

According to Skyler's
credit card details,

she sent flowers to Egan
a few days after the funeral.

- What kind of flowers?
- I've no idea.

- Can you find out?
- Why?

Probably nothing, but...

Cian, hi.

- Skyler Garvey...
- How's Mason doing?

It takes more than two bullets
to kill Lucifer.

OK, thanks.

21 long-stemmed white roses.

Are you going to enlighten us?

Later.

I have to go visit someone
and tell them

who murdered their only son
and why it happened.

Anthony asked
if you guys would like

to join us for dinner
tomorrow evening.

- Sure.
- Jack?

I'll check my diary.

John.

Oh, Jack.

Can I have a word?

Sure, yeah.
Why don't you come in?

Thank you.

For telling me.

And for not letting her
get away.

Justice is done now.

They've both paid
for what they did to Nick.

Skyler had nothing
to do with Nick's death.

That was all Kelly.

Sounds to me like...

they were both in it together.

I don't think they were.

Thank you for coming.

Skyler was a decent person.

She felt very bad
about what happened to Nick.

Yes, and so she should have.

Did she never show up
here in person?

No.

Yet she sent you flowers
after Nick's funeral.

Yeah.

So what?

White roses, that you binned.
Why?

Who cares?

Maybe I didn't like
the fucking smell.

There's something that
you're bottling up. What is it?

She did show up here,
didn't she?

John?

You can tell me.

Thank you for the flowers.

- You didn't have to.
- I did.

But I should have done more.

Ah, no.

Um...

I didn't know your son
very well.

But he was always very friendly.

And... helpful.

God. This all sounds so trite...

But I mean it.

He really was a decent guy.

And he didn't deserve to die.

Things are confused.

But... somebody told me

if you want to know
what's morally right,

listen to your stomach.

So I listened to my stomach.

I'm sorry.

I can't do this.

This is a mistake.
Mr Egan, forget I came here.

Forget about me.

Oh, wait a minute.
What do you know?

Does this have anything
to do with Nick's death?

It's nothing.
I shouldn't have come.

Wait! Hey!

Hang on a minute there.

- What is it that you know?
- Nothing.

Tell me.

Do you know who killed him?
Do you?

Yeah. You know.

- Did you kill him?
- No.

But if it hadn't been for me,
he wouldn't...

- Who did it?
- Look, I...

Let me go!

Tell me!

Tell me now.

Argh!

- It was you, wasn't it?
- No. No!

You bitch!

Oh, my God.

I'm not a bad person.

I'm not.

I never meant...

It just happened.

You're a good man, Jack.

Like your father.

You understand.

I don't deserve
to go away for this.

Please.

Help me.

Detective Noonan.

John Egan
has a story to tell you.

Yeah.

Bring your cuffs.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Darragh sends his apologies.

Tonight clashed with
some t'ai chi retreat bollocks.

And Anthony's
come down with the flu.

- Did Egan confess?
- Didn't need much prompting.

Scared senseless.

I sent her to her death.

Skyler.

Advised her to do
what she felt was right,

however hard it was.

- You couldn't have known.
- No, I couldn't have.

Still makes me feel like the rat
in the belly of the beast.

Are you ready to order?

We'll take a rain check.

Can't believe I'm giving up
a three-course meal for a pint.

You know
what they say about the pint.

There's eating
and drinking in it.

- I'll settle for some crisps.
- Cheap date, huh?

I know what I like.

That sounds like a compliment.

Better check your hearing, so.

I've missed this.

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