All language subtitles for Jack.Taylor.S02E02.400p.ViruseProject

We've got nothing further to discuss!

Come on!

Over the bar!

Go on!

Oh, no!

Pathetic!

No.

...Jesus, Mary and fucking Joseph.

"Got a problem?

We'll bang it on the head."

Now before you go bollocking the be
jaysus out of me, let me explain.

Two words, Jack... sprout business.

- ...sprout business?
- Exactly!

Now I've put together a small business plan;

the key words are growth through exposure.

We put up posters all over the country.

We create a web page, we open a Facebook account.

We get spots on radio and national TV!

OK. Maybe not the TV spots. Old fella like you

is probably nervous around cameras.

I'm getting seriously nervous around you.

We haven't had a pay cheque in... two months!

We need a case!

Is that you Jack?

I need your help.

Looks like we have one already.

Caught pilfering in the poor box?

- I can see that this was a mistake.
- Easy.

This was pushed under my door last night.

A priest gets hate-mail... so?

There's more to it than that.

Father Malachy asking me for help

was about as likely as the pope
leading the gay pride parade.

Something was very out of kilter.

That must be where they found Father Royce's head.

It takes a lot of strength to behead someone.

Or a lot of hate.

It's no way for anyone to die.

May he rest in peace.

Or pieces.

Twenty years ago I was Father
Royce's assistant in this church.

He was well respected.

His sermons resonated.

It was an honour to serve with him.

Which is why is was so difficult to do anything about it.

About what?

My duty is usually finished about six o'clock.

One evening I came in late...

Looks like we have company, boys.

Come in!

When father Royce saw me, he laughed.

Told me I called at a bad time.

Class is over boys.

He came over to me..

And you kept your mouth shut like a good catholic.

I did not!

I took the matter to the proper authorities!

But not right away.

I needed to make inquiries.

Interview the boys.

And frankly... I was scared of going
against someone like Father Royce.

So, the abuse went on?

I acted as fast as humanly possible.

And?

One of the boy's fathers was rich, powerful...

Not someone the clergy wanted to cross.

It was thought in the best interest
to reassign Father Royce to Boston.

Royce's brother died a few days.

He came back to Galway for the funeral...

And his own.

What do the guards have to say about all this?

Jaysus, you didn't tell the guards...?

None of it...?

It wasn't my place.

Father Royce's transgressions were a church matter.

You're withholding evidence vital to a murder inquiry.

I answer to a higher law!

Cody...

Please Jack, find out who sent the note.

You owe me!

I looked after your mother when no one did!

The two boys...

What are their names?

Ladies and gentlemen,

thank you all for coming here today.

I know that my esteemed partners...

would love for me to talk about

the financial and economic impact that the

re-development of the docks will have on this city;

the large number of jobs it will create;

the untold benefits.

But I'm afraid I must disappoint them.

For me, this project is as much about
family, as it is about business.

This country has lost everything that it once possessed.

Mistakes were made.

Greed ran rampant.

But the one thing we haven't lost

is our sense of responsibility.

If we want to create a better future for our

children, now is the time to start.

Now is the opportunity to begin again.

And everyone deserves a second start.

Speech was mighty.

Thank you.

Especially what you said about second chances.

You're living proof.

...after father Royce and all that.

Who are you?

What do you want?

My name's Jack Taylor.

- All I want is a quick chat.
- Jack Taylor...

Ah, right. You're the private dick.

So, you're looking into Father
Royce's death, are you Jacko?

In a manner of speaking.

Uh huh... And who's paying your freight?

The Church?

Client confidentiality.

I see..

And you want to know, did I kill Father Royce?

- Did you?
- Yeah.

I did.

So, case closed, eh?

I killed Father Royce many times over.

Shot him.

Stabbed him, cut his balls off...

In here.

But I moved beyond that.

Years of therapy.

I faced my demons. I moved on.

I was lucky.

Some people never get that chance.

Anyone you have in mind?

That's not for me to say.

Your fellow altar boy, Tom Reed?

Do me a favour, Jacko.

If you ever catch the guy who did it...

shake his hand for me.

Well, who the fuck told him?

Tom bloody Reed?!

Take it easy, Michael.

Royce's death was bound to bring
filth floating up to the surface.

If Taylor knows about the abuse,

chances are he'll find out about
everything else as well...

- Then I'm fucked!
- Michael.

Michael. Look at me...

Look at me...

I will find out how much Jack Taylor
knows and who's behind this.

I will take any action necessary. Do you understand?

Yeah? That's better.

Now you just go out there and work your magic.

- OK.
- Yeah.

Smug little gobshite.

It doesn't make him a criminal.

No, but there's something off about him...

sure, he looks the business, talks the business.

He's got tombstones in his eyes...

Jack Taylor.

The P.I. who strikes fear into the heart of criminals.

Scary, huh?

You should see my collection of stuffed heads.

Nuala Donnelly. Freelance reporter.

- I'm Cody.
- The Batman and Robin of Galway.

Listen I'd like to give you an
opportunity to tell your story

what it's like being a private eye,

prowling the mean streets of Galway City.

Free publicity!

Sounds tempting, Miss Donnelly.

However, Cody and me...

we're like Greta Garbo.

"I vant to be alone?"

Shake a leg, Cody.

So what have you got on him?

He's done time for drugs possession and shoplifting.

Get this...

Ten years ago Reed was convicted for
the rape and torture of a 12 old boy.

Christian Treacy.

So Tom Reed, who was abused by Father Royce as a child,

becomes an abuser himself...

Lovely.

Lovely.

...thieving bastard! I'll kill you!

Hey, you're not...

Who are you...?

Kenya blend... Organic.

- Smells good.
- It's a dark roast, now mind.

Not many can handle it.

Sorry about the warm welcome but I get

regular visits from those feckers outside there.

They got the TV last night.

Did this to me.

I thought they were coming
back again for the coffee machine...

Let'em try.

- What did you say you're selling again?
- I didn't.

We're looking into the death of Father Royce.

The beheaded priest.

I heard of it.

We have reason to believe that you were
once the victim of prolonged abuse

at the hands of Father Royce.

Who told you that?

...still keep in touch with Michael Clare?

You spoke with Michael?

For a while there..

After the bollix Royce left, we were inseparable.

We drank.

Tried to get on with our lives. Failed.

Fantasized about torturing and killing Royce.

Drank some more...

We needed closure, justice, revenge... anything.

Without that, we couldn't move on.

But Michael did move on.

Hey, so did I.

Just in the other direction.

How did you feel when you found
out Father Royce was dead?

Sometimes for variety, he'd stick it in my mouth.

So how did I feel?

I felt sorry...

...sorry that it wash is head that got cut off.

They got the wrong end.

You were convicted of the rape and torture
of a 12 year old boy, Christian Treacy.

...you never mentioned Father Royce

abusing you, in your defence?

It would have mitigated your sentence.

What was the point?

Nobody would have believed it and I couldn't prove it.

Same old story.

You got a fucking problem grandad?

No, but you will if you call me grandad again.

Relax, lads.

We just want to talk.

You nicked stuff from yer man in number 11 right?

Even if we did it, do you think
we'd fucking admit it to you?

Look..

We're just looking for information.

Fella's a fucking regular customer.

He keeps buying these big fucking
TV's, laptops, game consoles...

And we keep stealing 'em...

So we're sorted, no need to rob anybody else!

Where does he get is money from?

Drugs?

He's a buyer, not a dealer.

Likes a bit of heroin with his cappuccinos.

- Espressos.
- What?

Yer man drinks espressos, not cappuccinos.

Fuck you man ya fuckin' mince.

Alright, lads.

Thanks.

Oh..

...one other thing.

What the fuck was that for?

Fuckin prick..

I didn't call you granddad again, did I?

You curse too much.

Tom Reed doesn't exactly look like a workaholic -

yet he wears an expensive watch,

has a state of the art coffee machine and drinks

vintage champagne along with his Buckfast.

Dig deeper into Clare and Reed.

And look at that rape case again.

How did it happen?

Details.

Gotcha. We're singing off the same hymn sheet.

Anyway... I'm gonna make tracks.

Oh.

Where to?

Some of us got a life.

Go easy on the mojitos..

We visit Reed again in the morning,

I need you sharp.

Doesn't listen to a word I say.

There ya go.

I'll have what he's having.

One coke coming up.

Oh... Scratch that. He'll have what I'm having.

Two vodkas, straight up.

So.. you got a pass for the night?

Did you come here to talk shop or insult me?

Oh sorry, sorry. Habit.

Right...

P.I. Cody Farraher...

tell me about your first case...

...speech was mighty.

...Especially what you said about second chances.

...You're living proof

after father Royce and all that.

...I won't ask you boys to do
anything you don't want to...

...but sometimes you need a special experience...

...to help you on the road that you've chosen yourself.

- Michael?
- What?!

Sorry...

Eithne... I'm just...

...pressure of the last days -

I'll follow you up.

Is everything OK?

Everything's grand, honey.

You go on up.

OK.

One, two, three...

Right.. I'm gonna go for a slash.

Oh lovely...

glad you shared..

Another round?

Yeah. Why not?

Be back in a sec.

Same again please.

Bollocks...

You know that reporter yesterday, Nuala Donnelly?

Your date last night, I take it?

She's Michael Clare's sister.

I know. I checked up on her.

What?

Why didn't you tell me?!

Because I wanted to see what would happen
without you getting all self-conscious about it.

She went through my phone! She checked everything.

So? She didn't find anything
'cause we don't know anything.

But if Michael Clare sends his sister to
spy on us it means he's afraid we will.

- Now that's interesting.
- We're supposed to be partners.

If I know something, I tell you.

Give it a rest, Cody.

I'm serious, Jack.

Stop treating me like a fucking kid.

All right.

Reed?

Put down your phaser.

We're coming in.

Aw hell...

Like somebody had a fight in here.

Forensics will go orbital if they
find your fibres all over the body.

Cheers, Columbo...

Bruising on his wrists... hands.

Like he put up a struggle.

He was already bruised from the hoodies roughing him up.

I didn't notice these before.

Either did I. Doesn't mean they weren't there.

Christ on a bike Cody, you can be a pain in the hole.

I'm just playing devil's advocate.

Do you even know what that means?

Yeah.. I seen the movie.

Cody?

The espresso machine's still there.

Photo.

Bank statements...

Tidy sum's going in.

Interesting.

What is?

What are you doing here?

I was just about to ask you that.

A neighbour saw a door open,
reported a body in the bathtub.

So Clancy sends his newest and finest detective?

We're understaffed at the moment.

Good to see you back in action, Kate.

Mm. I bet.

Come on...

I'm really pleased that you're back on track.

Of course you are.

That explains all the hospital visits,

the flowers and heartfelt concern as I was recovering.

...that's below the belt.

Is there any other way with you?

Listen up, Noonan...

We'll catch you later, Kate... Come on, Jack.

I want full statements from both of you!

So, that's it.

He sent the threats.

Poor young Tom Reed.

Looks like it.

It's terrible that he should have taken his own life.

So you think he murdered Father Royce?

Possibly.

I'd like to thank you, Jack.

Just one question:

What is it?

What do you mean?

There's something you held back on.

I don't know what you're on about.

You didn't become this scared, just because of one note.

Do you want this or not?

Thanks, Father.

What is it that Michael Clare is so

scared we'll find out that he
uses his sister to spy on us?

And who was sending Reed regular
payments, two grand, every month?

How far they go back?

Around ten years.

Sure that's around the same time that...

Reed raped that boy, Christian Treacy.

Sure, it's all theoretical now.

We don't have a client anymore.

- We don't have a case.
- Yup!

Now we should just sit back...

have another pint, our job is done.

Fuck that for a game of cowboys.

When it comes to leaving well alone, I'm an eejit.

And worse, I'm a stubborn one.

I don't know.

It sounds risky, especially in these times.

I'm not going to beg and I'm not going to threaten.

But I know you, Brian. I know you can be utterly

ruthless and profit driven when you need to be.

But I also know that you'd like to leave a legacy

that you can be proud of.

Something that you know will make
a difference to a lot of lives.

Your head says no.

Your heart says yes.

All your life you've followed your head.

Now it's time to listen to your heart.

Michael... All right, dammit. I'm in.

Big hi to Eithne and the kids from me.

Fantastic. Well done.

I think your security guard tripped
and hit his nose against my fist.

It's alright Johnny.

Nice.

What do you want, Jacko?

Your old mate Tom Reed was found dead this morning.

I'm sorry to hear that.

But Tom was on a path that was only going to end one way.

What path are you on, Michael?

Do you know why we chose the bull
as the symbol for our consortium?

Bull? The obvious explanation springs to mind.

You're too fond of the obvious and the common, Jacko.

No, there is no creature braver than the bull.

It keeps going, wounded, dying,

it doesn't know when to stop.

Is that how you see yourself?

My partners are aware of what Father Royce did to me.

And considering what I've been
through and where I am now,

I'd answer yes to your question.

And you, Jack, are you brave?

After about three pints.

Here, I'll get you started.

Go bury yourself in a bottle.

It's what you do best.

My mouth had been the source of

numerous disasters so for once I didn't get in the ring.

I won't ask you to do anything
you don't want to, Michael.

But sometimes, you need a special experience.

Is that how you see yourself?

Hey, Michael. Everything ok?

No everything is not fucking okay...

Why doesn't Taylor lay off, what's he looking for?

Calm down, Michael... Just ring Dr. Andrews.

Tell her how you're feeling.

I can handle it, Nuala.

It doesn't sound like it.

- Michael?
- I'm grand.

I was sorry to hear about your mother's passing.

You knew her?

We met occasionally, at funerals.

Shame about the company she kept.

Father Malachy?

Priests shouldn't smoke.

They should set an example.

The reason I'm here has to do with the crime

committed against your son, ten years ago.

You can ask any question you like.

You don't sound bitter.

My Christian is studying medicine.

God places adversity in our way
so that we may benefit from it.

That's what the Bible teaches.

The Bible and Nietsczhe.

I'm not familiar with him.

"That which does not kill us makes us stronger."

He must have been a religious man, so, Mr. Nietschze.

No, Mam. Mr. Taylor's being ironic.

I don't know how much you heard just now, but if I may,

- I'd like to ask you some questions...
- Christian is busy with his studies.

I can answer any questions.

- It's all right Mam.
- No it's not. It's out of order.

Christian has exams coming up.

He does not need the distraction.

Really, Mam. I'm fine...

You go up to your room.

If Mr. Taylor has no questions for me,
I'll see him to the door.

Taylor!

Would you be willing to describe to me
what happened, that night, ten years ago?

It's not very complicated...

I was 12 years old.

Coming from football training.

It was about 10pm and I was walking
along the train tracks at Lough Atalia...

Then I saw him sitting on a rock...

Tom Reed?

Yeah...

Pissed off his head.

Offered me a drink and when I said no...

He held me down, into the grass...

And what did Michael do?

Look, I just wanted to help you out.
I don't know anymore.

So I spoke with Tom Reed, before he died.

He told me everything.

I know about Michael.

I have to go.

I'm not the Guards.

I'm not looking for a signed statement.

This will not go any further.

They were both drunk.

Or on some drugs or something...

Both probably...

It was Michael who did it...

But Tom Reed, he held me down,
made sure I didn't get away...

I could tell Tom was scared...

But Michael was stronger...

When I came home and told Mam... she was like paralyzed.

I had to call the Guards myself...

Before they came over, there's a knock on the door.

It was Michael's sister - Nuala.

She offered Mam money if I would tell the
Guards it was Tom Reed and not Michael.

And your mother just took it?

She was a single mother.

Penniless.

To bring charges of sodomy an rape against the
son of one of the richest families in Galway...

And you, what did you think?

I was 12. I always did what Mam said was for the best.

And now?

Now I'd crucify the bastard.

But it would be Michael's word against mine.

And besides - she did take his money.

So it made Mam look really bad.

And I'd never do that.

I just got a text from Nuala Donnelly, Skip.

She wants to meet.

Go. Tell her that we know Michael Clare's little secret.

That he raped and beat up Christian Treacy.

See how she reacts.

Is that for real Jack?

Is that for real or is it a bluff?

Jack?

It's real.

Mrs. Bailey...?

You've got something to say, say it.

Sometimes words just aren't enough.

Let me guess...

You'd like me to give up the day job,

move somewhere the sun don't shine.

That's far enough.

I can see you're getting on, probably
not as fast as you used to be.

But... I believe in you, Jack.

I think you'll pull it off.

Pull what off?

All right. Let's drop the act.
You've found out who I am, right?

I didn't ask you here to get anything out of you.

I just want you to understand.

Understand what?

Michael.

Y'know he's a victim in all of this.

If he's a victim, why did he rape

Christian Treacy and cover it up?

Michael got a second chance.

He put his sins behind him, rebuilt his life.

What's the problem, so?

Jack Taylor.

Harassing Michael. Threatening him.

It's getting to him. It's bringing everything back.

Jack is just doing his job.

Do you honestly think that Michael jeopardized his
family, his work, for revenge against Father Royce?

I don't know yet.

But Jack Taylor thinks he does.

He wants to bring Michael down out of sheer spite.

No, Jack's not like that.

From what I hear, he's exactly like that.

Yeah?

Now.

I'm truly sorry about dragging
you into this mess, Mrs. Bailey.

When you dance with the devil
as often as you do, Mr. Taylor,

I'm surprised it hasn't happened before...

Now.

What we need is a strong cuppa and a good night's sleep.

Jesus Christ, Jack...

Who did that to ye?

Eastern European accent...

Russian, Polish...

But I know who sent him.

Michael Clare?

Or his sister. How did it go?

Maybe we're jumping to conclusions.

I like jumping to conclusions.

Makes me giddy.

I'm just saying, maybe we should
broaden our list of suspects.

What the fuck did that woman say to you?

Who, Nuala? Nothing I didn't...

"Nuala"?

- We'll talk about it in the morning.
- We'll talk about it now.

How did "Nuala" react when you
revealed her brother's secret?

Does it ever occur to you that sometimes,

just sometimes, you might be wrong, Jack?

All the time. Then I wake up.

What the hell are we investigating?

The murder of a pedo priest that nobody misses?

A junkie's suicide that only you think is murder?

I just have a feeling

that if we keep pushing something
really bad is going to happen.

She shagged you, did she?

Fuck you.

Oh my God... You scared the life out of me.

If only.

What do you want?

Take a wild guess.

Are you all right?

Hopping.

Well, hop in here then.

What happened to you?

Yer man hasn't reported back to you?

You think I'm some kind of femme fatale do you?

No. Just an unusually protective sister.

Look...

My parents were old school.

They never admitted to the
abuse against Michael they just...

they just ignored his pain.

Somebody had to be there for him.

But he's all grown up now.

He can look after himself...

Or can he?

Your partner seemed to listen to sense. Why can't you?

You know when I sniff something rotten but can't see it.

Makes me want to root around.

Like a junkyard dog.

Now you're just being nice.

Why are you doing this to Michael?

Why are you protecting him?

It's complicated..

I do complicated...

try me.

I lost my brother when I was twelve.

I thought I'd never get him back. But I did.

I'm not gonna let anyone take him away from me again.

How far would you go exactly?

Go on. Go ahead.

One of my brighter ideas.

Shag a suspect.

Nice one, Jack.

You think it's sick, don't you?

What you feel is what you feel.

But you judge me.

Love is hard enough to come by.

Might as well embrace it whatever form it comes in.

But anything which you feel that
strongly can drive you to do bad things.

Very bad things.

Yeah, who is this?!

Good morning to you too.

What do you want, Noonan?

I have some bad news.

The blade punctured a lung and went
within millimeters of his heart.

Will he make it?

They don't know.

Even if he does, he probably won't want to live.

Why not?

He'd have to give up the fags.

If Father Malachy dies my dear departed
mother will rain hail and brimstone on me.

There were no witnesses to the attack
and it happened out of CCTV range.

Forensics are working the scene at the moment.

And the weapon?

Thin, serrated blade. Could be a kitchen knife.

Could be a hunting knife.

Is he alive?

He's stable, for now.

What's up with you two?

Nothing.

Yeah, I can see that.

Lover's tiff?

I'll see you later, Kate.

We need to talk.

Twenty years ago, Father Royce
abused Michael Clare and Tom Reed.

Father Malachy found out but took
his time doing anything about it.

And Clare corroborated this?

Yes. Now, eventually the Church
reassigned Royce to Boston.

The abuser was gone, but he left two very damaged boys.

And one of them, Michael, became an abuser himself.

One night he went too far, raped and almost
killed a 12 year old boy, Christian Treacy.

But Reed was convicted for that crime.

He took the rap.

Well paid off.

And so were the Treacys, thanks to the
persuasive powers of Michael's sister, Nuala.

She also gets Michael to go to
therapy and get his act together.

He does and becomes the person we know today.

Go on.

Here's what I think;

Royce arrives in town.

Michael snaps.

All the old hatred resurfaces.

He kills Royce, probably on impulse,

but now he's started so he decides this is a
great time to get some much delayed vengeance.

He stabs Father Malachy but not before
making sure Tom Reed won't ever talk again.

The investigation into Father Royce's
murder is being led by the National Bureau

of Criminal Investigations from Dublin.

These guys are meticulous.

By the book.

If I bring them an uncorroborated theory
like this they'll have a fucking field day.

And Tom Reed's death?

Everything points to an overdose.

Just get Clare in for questioning.

Rattle his cage!

Any action I may or may not
take will be at my discretion.

Ah what's the fucking use.

Wait.

Officially my hands are tied.

But I understand where you're coming from.

I'll keep my eyes open.

If I find out anything, I'll let you know.

And you do the same.

You're a trooper, Noonan.

Oh, I'm not doing this for you Jack.

If we crack this and I make the
boys from Dublin look stupid.

I'm so glad we have this place... you and me.

Yeah.

I really think you should talk to Dr Andrews again.

Just to help you back on track.

I'm fine.

Really.

I always know when you're lying.

I know you do.

If you feel you're not in control, at any point,

you come to me.

Where else would I go?

I'll be late for dinner.

'Course.

Daddy!

Did you get us anything?

Hiya. Hey, baby.

I certainly have...

- Chocolate!
- Aw, thanks, Dad.

- Hey, baby.
- Hey, sweetheart.

Daddy's home.

Mr. Taylor is a private investigator.

He's looking into an attack on a Father Malachy.

He says you know him?

Well... when I was an altar boy, yes.

Lovely home you have, Michael.

And such a pretty family...

Though I don't see a single photo of your sister.

She's got about, oh, a thousand of you.

Why don't we go into my office, we can talk there.

Why not here?

You've got nothing to hide from your wife, do you?

No, I don't.

But I understand that you have a little secret, Jacko.

Go to your room, girls. I'll be up in a minute.

Mr. Taylor didn't tell you, Eithne,

but he's Nuala's new boyfriend.

Nuala tells me everything, Jacko.

Frankly she told me a bit too much about last night.

How about we talk about your sex life instead of mine.

Oh, but we find yours interesting.

See, Eithne here and Nuala don't get along.

And I have to admit, even though she's my sister,

Nuala's clingy and over protective.

So we're both very happy that she's found someone...

even if it's you.

Speaking of secrets, what are
we talk about Christian Treacy?

You mean the rumour that I had something
to do with Tom Reed's crimes?

Vicious lies always circulate around
successful people, Mr Taylor.

In last five days there have been
two deaths and one stabbing.

All of these crimes have one person in common:

Your husband. Where were you between midnight and 2 am?

I'll gladly answer any questions...

To the police.

Give our regards to Nuala Donnelly.

And Michael...

Yeah?

We need to meet again.

Where?

Same place.

Hey.

Hi. Something wrong?

No.

Can I come in?

Yeah, of course.

I just wanted to say... about the other night...

You see...

Me and Jack were...

Ah, anyway,

I'm sorry.

No. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have misled you.

Is that for me?

Aww, thanks.

You really are something else, Cody.

I'm just gonna get a vase.

Erm, I was thinking if you're not doing
anything tonight, maybe we could grab a pizza?

Yeah. Love to.

Cody.

Bloody dinosaur froze on me again!

Jeez, don't lose your head.

I'm cracking a rib laughing here.

Wasn't expecting to see you anytime soon.

You've got the balls to give out to me for
showing Nuala some basic human understanding,

then you go and...!

Yeah... It was a mistake.

Is there anything that you do, that's not a mistake?

Oh, stop it!

Stop acting like a jealous boyfriend, Cody.

All she cares about is her brother.

Anyone else is just there to be used.

And that makes it okay for you to use her?

Grow up. It takes two to tango.

- And you tangoed all night, did you?
- Why?

Are you looking for tips?

That means she couldn't have stabbed Father Malachy.

You are her alibi.

She left at some point during the night.

Don't know when.

Only came back early morning.

She still could have done it.

If you'd listen to your instincts

instead of your bruised ego, you'd know that Nuala
didn't kill anyone and neither did her brother.

You're giving me advice on detective work?

I'll prove it to you.

Shut yer face and pull me another.

How yah.

Yes!

Slow service tonight, huh.

Wanna finish that beer.

Where's Jeff?

Just a knock on the head.

Who hired you?

You're going to kill me, right?

At least tell me who it is.

All right. I will.

His name is Beamer.

BMW. '07 model I'd say... I never see faces.

Sometimes I don't even hear their voices.

But I almost always hear their cars.

Big cars.

The four by four BMW purrs like a kitten -

but when it gets going, rrrrr,

it's got claws.

Great. Stabbed to death by a car buff.

If you're not going to finish that...

I'm not going to pretend that this won't hurt.

It'll hurt all right.

I'm placing you under arrest for
assault and attempted murder.

Anything you say can be used in evidence against you.

He says he doesn't know who hired him,

but the person who did drives the same
make and model as Michael Clare...

Quite a co-incidence.

You're getting soft, Jack.

Oh?

Michael Clare sends someone to kill you,

I'd have thought you'd go charging right
back at him on some half-arsed vendetta.

I was tempted.

But?

This guy can help you nail Michael Clare...

I don't want any technical glitches
to get him off the hook...

Besides, we had a deal didn't we?

We did... I just never thought you'd keep it.

Yeah?

Kate?

His name's Tmasz Kaminski. Polish.

Has a reputation for doing other people's dirty laundry.

Denied everything at first, but backed
down when he realized that cooperating

would seriously reduce his sentence.

He gave us more details on the person who hired him,

caught part of the license plate... it's not much,

but enough to pull Michael Clare in
for an interrogation and a lineup.

I fucking knew it!

And Jack, Father Malachy has decided to rejoin us.

Looks like he's gonna make it.

Oh, great.

I'll give you a buzz later.

Yeah?

I found something.

I thought I'd speak to folks living round
the Church where Royce got killed...

you know, see if anybody saw anything.

Mm-hmm...

...now I know the Guards have already done
door to door, but I figure it's worth a shot.

And? Was it?

Nobody saw anything, nobody heard anything.

But some of the old folks start talking
about Royce, you know, reminiscing.

Nobody has a bad word to say.

Except one old lady.

She once saw Royce have a screaming match
with a young nun, outside the church.

Didn't think that was very saintly of Royce.

A nun. Right.

Now here's the interesting thing.

The old lady tells me that just after
Father Royce left the country,

this very same nun gave up the habit...

and she had a child.

Is this going somewhere?

She had a name for the nun.

Jack...

I was dreaming of your mother.

Yeah...

I get those nightmares too.

Una Treacy.

Mother of the rape victim, Christian Treacy.

She was a nun.

She knew Father Royce.

Why didn't you tell us?

This will have to wait.

Wait.

I... I never told anyone.

Not even your mother, God rest her...

Sister Mary Joseph

had found out about Father Royce's
abuse of the two boys, Michael and Tom.

But she felt powerless to do anything.

She came to me for help.

I won't ask you boys to do anything you don't want to...

but sometimes you need a special experience.

- Looks like we have company, boys.
- Father Royce...

You'll have to pardon the state of me...

Come in.

Father... This is not right!

This has to stop.

We will report you, Father!

We will see to it that Church Authorities...

No!

Sit down, Father.

- No, I...!
- Sit down. And learn.

I was younger than Royce, stronger.

I could have stopped him.

Boys, class is over. You're dismissed.

Now, dear Sister Mary Joseph.

No! Stop, stop, stop! No, stop!

Shhh.

Help me...

I was used to obeyed priests every
day of my life, every day.

Do you understand that?

Sister Mary Joseph...?

I tried to help her the best I could, afterwards...

She wouldn't want to speak to me...

Eventually I went to the Church Authorities,

complained about Royce - didn't mention the rape.

For her sake.

But Sister Mary Joseph got pregnant.

Yes. Had to leave the order in shame...

None of it her fault, poor woman...

So Christian Treacy was Father Royce's son?

I may be a coward, but I can keep my mouth shut.

No-one knew.

Can you spare one?

Cheers.

You're Eddie Gannon's son, aren't you?

Don't worry. I won't tell on you.

Started like this myself, actually.

Filthy habit.

I'm Michael, by the way.

- You're Danny?
- Peter.

Sorry!

Well, I'd better be off, Peter. Thanks for the cigarette.

Hey, are you sure I can't offer you a lift home?

Of course not.

You're right. Never accept lifts off strangers.

Say hi to your Dad from me.

Are you sure, Peter?

Come on get in. It's miserable.

You're the first grown up I ever met
who listened to The Incapables.

Well, I liked their first album.

The second one not so much.

The second one sucked.

Yeah.

Una Treacy? Detective Noonan.

Could I have a word, please?

Father Malachy was attacked last
night by an unknown assailant.

He told us that you bore Father Royce's child.

I don't have to say anything unless I choose to.

Why would you choose not to?

It's all he talked about,

ever since he was a boy.

Who's my father?

A good man, I told him.

A married man who made me promise on his
deathbed not to reveal his identity...

Christian never completely believed me.

And for a while, he tried hard to find out...

It almost ruined our relationship.

But I knew that telling him would be even worse.

Yes? Can I help you?

Hello, Sister Mary Joseph.

Aren't you going to invite me in?

That's him?

Handsome fella, ain't he?

A chip off the old block.

No. He's not.

I had to see you...

to see him.

He doesn't know, does he?

Of course not.

I understand.

I am dying, sister and...

I'm not the person I used to be.

Really, I'm not... I was a selfish man.

Hard, brutal.

What do you want from me?

Forgiveness. And help.

Mam, I'm home!

Please don't...

Mam, what's wrong?

Who're you?

Go to your room, I'll talk to you later.

Go!

Meet me later.

In our old church.

What happened, when you went to see Royce?

I didn't go. I stayed here and so did Christian.

Where is Christian now?

He's at college.

You will have to come with me to the station
for further questioning, Ms. Treacy.

Justice will visit us all.

Sooner or later.

She was lying, about Christian being home that night.

So maybe it's Christian who
goes to the church that night.

And beheads his own father who is seeking forgiveness?

It's possible.

Then he goes after Tom Reed, who
held them down while he was raped.

Father Malachy who did nothing while
Royce's mother was raped.

That only leaves...

Yes?

Come on!

Get in there!

Sit!

What's going on?

Aw, damn.

What?

I forgot something at the office.

We can go back for it,
it's not a problem. I'm in no hurry.

Are ya sure?

He's not picking up.

I'll try his home.

Call him.

This is Michael Clare, I can't take your call right now.

Please leave a message and I'll get back to you.

I don't know where he is. He always answers his mobile.

Is it him?

No. I don't know... I don't recognize the number.

Answer. On speaker!

- Hello?
- Mrs. Clare?

- Yes...
- This is Jack Taylor, don't hang up.

Is your husband there? He may be in extreme danger.

Find Michael.

Bring him to me, or else I slit their throats.

First the wife.

Then the girls.

If I see the police anywhere near, I'll kill them.

You've thirty minutes.

Christian's holding the family, he wants Michael.

How the hell do we find him?

His sister, do you have her number?

Hello?

Where might Michael be if he's
not in the office or at home?

Sorry?

Where does Michael go to be on his own?

Go to the Clare's house, stay out of
sight and ring me if anything happens.

Jack, he has two little girls in
there we have to call the guards!

If Christian Treacy says he'll kill them, I believe him.

We need to find Michael. Then we've
got something to bargain with.

You work around here?

No. I just wanted to bring you to a special place first.

I have to go. Dad'll be wondering where I am.

You know, sometimes we have certain
feelings and we don't admit to them.

- We're ashamed of them.
- Open the door!

When I see someone like you I see
someone who wants an experience, huh?

...a special experience, to realize
what you've been feeling all along.

- What are you on about?!
- I wouldn't ask you to do anything

you don't want to. I just want to help you along

on a road you have chosen yourself.

It's all right, Peter.

You can stop any time you want to. OK?

Good boy.

Peter!

Peter!

Peter!

Come back!

Stop it Peter, I just want to talk to you... OK?

When Michael comes, he's going to
confess to some ugly things, Mrs Clare.

Better prepare yourself.

The truth isn't pretty.

He'll make a public statement about his crimes.

His career will be over,

all his pretty little plans, out the window.

And you - do you want to be
married to a pedophile rapist?

- He's got fifteen more minutes.
- STOP!

Put it down!

Put it down!

Put it down!

Now!

Where's Michael?

Get over there.

Sit down over there.

Peter!

Peter!

...It's alright.

It's OK.

Where would he be?

There's no need to be afraid.

I know what you're feeling.

I was the same.

It's a strange feeling, isn't it?

On the one hand it feels good.

And on the other, it feels like...

Please, don't...

The thing is, Peter, you can tame the
monster inside you..

But you can't make it go away...

Michael!

What are you doing?

We know you didn't kill anyone.

Christian Treacy did.

And he's threatening to kill your wife and
daughters unless you come with us.

Michael.

Your wife and kids need you.

Now.

What a sad, fucked up life you have Nuala.

Michael...

Still obsessed with a brother you can never have.

Stop...

- Always observing, spying,
- Stop.

Filling your home with photos of us.

You could've had a family by now, been normal...

It's so pointless.

You said it yourself...

You're like the bull.

It doesn't know when to quit,

even when it's dying, it still
goes on, thinking it can win.

But it never does.

No! Michael!

Michael!

Selfish bastard!

Pick up.

Cody, pick up!

If Michael isn't here in five minutes, she'll go first.

A mother's instinct is strong, isn't it, Christian?

You should know.

Maybe you want to be first?

Was it because of your mother
that you killed Father Royce?

- You know, fuck all.
- I know that your mam protected you.

Maybe you wanted to protect her.

That day, when Father Royce came to visit her...

she finally came clean with you, didn't she?

She told me not to go.

But you had to find out.

If you were anything like him.

I had no idea I had made such a beautiful boy.

I want us to get to know each other.

Me... You.

You will be such comfort for an old man...

All these years she'd fed me lies about my father.

And now, when she told the truth...

About Father Royce's abuse...

About how he raped her...

It sounded like a lie.

Your mother never told you how I took her from behind..

And how she screamed, and how she bled...

...and how much she secretly enjoyed it...

Mam said it wasn't murder.

It was justice...

I had just killed the devil.

We've got nothing further to discuss!

And I was ready to do it again...

Stand up.

They've done nothing.

Do you know why Michael and Tom picked me?

I always thought it was just bad luck.

But Mam told me...

Class is over boys... You're dismissed.

Stop it!

Help me!

If they couldn't take their revenge against
Royce, they'd do it against his son...

Stand up!

Stand up!

Turn around.

Please don't hurt them...

Turn around.

Turn around.

No.

Look him in the eye.

I said turn around.

Look him straight in the eye.

You want to be like your father. Go ahead and do it.

Justice will visit us all.

Sooner or later.

...and as a result of the death of
local businessman Michael Clare...

the recently launched, multibillion
euro dock redevelopment plan

has been put on indefinite hold.

I don't know...

Come on, Cody. Be a man.

Right, boys and girls, Dublin train leaves in twenty.

We'd better a get move on if we want
to get there before the match starts.

We, uh, we got you this.

I mean, I got you this.

It's extra large.

Maybe that's too big. You can
always change it if you don't like it.

I love it, Cody.

It's great.

No biggie, Skip.

Only wish I had something for you.

Just seeing you wear it will be reward enough.

Right, we better head.

Would you not just try it on?

No rush.

Go on, sure. For luck.

Fuck off, Cody.

I will.

After you try it on.

Happy?

It makes you look kinda fat.

Now you know how it feels.

- Cody! Please, God, no...
- Ambulance!

Emergency, The Crane, Sea Road! Now!

- What the hell happened?
- Don't talk. Don't say anything.

Did I just get shot...?

Garda Noonan calling to report a shooting
outside the Crane Bar on the Sea Road.

- Yes...
- You'll be just relax.