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Hello, love.

Well done.

Oh, Christ, I missed you.

Yeah. I missed you too, darling.
I've missed you, too.

Oh, dear.

You look well.

- God, it's been a long time.
- I know.

- Uh, come in, come in.
- Yeah.

Do you want a hand
with your bags?

No, no. I'm fine.
I'm fine.

- Paul!
- No, no.

I'll be grand.
I'll be grand.

- The kids are dying to see you.
- Yeah. I bet. Yeah.

The house isn't ready
until tomorrow,

so we've got you in our little
box room for tonight.

- Is that okay?
- Oh, yeah. It's grand.

- Granda!
- Come here to me, you eejits!

Granda!

Oh! Oh, Jesus!
Oh, no. You're too heavy.

Oh, God!
You had too many spuds!

Here.
Wait a minute. Look. Look.

Brought some presents for youse.

What have you got?
Here we go! Get it!

Go on.
Take them in the living room.

Granda will be along in a bit.

Ah, yeah.

You all right, Jim?

Oh, Paul.

How was your flight?

Yeah. Good, thanks. Good. Yeah.
You keeping well?

- Oh, yeah. Yeah. I'm okay.
- Yeah. Good.

Paul's been, uh, digging
a slurry pit in the farm,

so he's exhausted.

Yeah. Well, you know me.
Well used to shoveling shite.

Yeah.

- Will I make you some tea, Jim?
- Oh, Marjorie.

Seeing as how not one of youse
is going to offer?

We're just chatting, Mum.

Jim.

- How are you?
- I'm good, yeah.

Will you have a bite to eat now
as well?

I've made my nice bread,
and it's still warm.

Oh. Sounds wonderful.
Yeah.

- It's good to see you, Jim.
- You too.

We'll take good care of you,
now.

Don't you worry.

She's great, isn't she?

Yes.

Well, look. I-I'll just --
I'll take me bags and, uh...

- Yeah.
- Sure. Yeah.

Uh, it's -- it's the first
door on the right, Dad.

Okay.

Yeah.

I don't want him to worry
about anything.

Hey. You've reached Cat's phone.

Leave me a message
and I'll get back to you.

- Okay. Thanks. Bye.

Hi, Cat.

It's...It's me.

Um...I'm back.

I'm...staying the night
in Fiona and Paul's

till I move into this
temporary place tomorrow, and...

...be really nice
to hear from you, darling.

Um...give me a call if you can.

I hope everything's all right
with you.

Hopefully we'll talk soon.

Bye, now.

Did you have
a nice time away, Jim?

I did, yeah. I did.

But, uh, I think I was away
too long.

You know, it's time --
time to come home.

Yes, and just in time
for the twins' First Communion.

So I hear.

I always fancy taking
a long break myself.

Everyone does it
when they're young these days,

but I never had a chance.

I thought about a cruise.

Marjorie.

What?

I'm just asking your father
about his holiday.

Well, obviously I would have
chosen different circumstances,

but I have to agree
with Marjorie, you know?

Going away in later life
can be really fulfilling.

Especially after all
you've been through.

They should never have put you
on trial.

I'd say the same to anyone,
and I have.

Paul will tell you.

They should never
even have charged you.

- It was a terrible injustice.
- Thank you, Marjorie.

The jury saw through it,
and still they punished you,

Taking your license.

There's no justice
in this country.

Just revenge.

It's not right.

Still...wonderful you had
such a nice time.

Yeah.

Were you recognized?

Well, look.

I don't think they sell
The Irish Post in Evora, Paul,

but, uh, if they did,
they were very polite about it.

You'll be staying on the farm.
Is that right?

Yeah. For a little while, yes.

Funny old place.

Tom and Gillian did it up
a few years ago

as some sort of holiday let.

But who comes to the Midlands
on holiday?

You'll love it, Dad.
It's fine.

No. I'm sure it'll be fine.
I'll be fine.

And your friends have been
really tremendously generous,

but, uh, but it's only
until I get myself sorted out.

I don't want to overstay
my welcome.

It's just sitting there empty.
They're thrilled to have you.

I-I was thinking, actually,
as I'm staying on the place...

maybe I could help out a bit.

- What, on the farm?
- Yeah.

Make myself useful
until I can pay my way.

- Oh, they won't want your money.
- It's all sorted, Dad.

No. I'm sure it'll be fine, but
I don't want anything for free.

I'm pretty handy, you know?

I was brought up on a farm.

You know, uh, hedge trimming,
that kind of thing.

But I-I don't want to step
on anybody's toes, of course.

Oh, no, no.
Paul will find you something.

Uh, I-I don't know at all.

It's all fairly organized,

and I don't know if there'd be
that much for you to do.

I mean,
they keep me fairly busy.

He can help you with the pig,
can't he?

Yeah. Whatever you think
yourself, Paul.

Yeah. No.
Of course, Jim.

I'm, uh, sure we'll find
something for you to do.

Thanks.

Still,
it's wonderful you're here

for the children's Communion.

Yeah.
It's great.

Say good night to Granda.

- Night, Granda.
- Night-night, darling.

Ah.
Fast asleep.

Ah.
Great.

Do you know it's their
First Holy Communion next week?

- Did Marjorie tell you?

'Cause it's their
First Holy Communion next week.

Well, it's great that she's
excited, though, isn't it?

Yeah.
It'll be nice.

It'll be nice
to get the family together.

Cat, Michael?

Well, Cat says yes,
but we'll see what that means.

Michael will be there.

He's got himself a new job.
Did I tell you that?

- Oh.
- Estate agent.

Oh, Christ.
Well, good for him.

- Good for him.
- Mm.

- He's living with Wicko.
- Hm.

- Got a lovely little flat.
- Hm.

You still haven't spoken?

No.
I tried, but...

He just doesn't understand yet
what happened.

He'll get there.

Maybe you could talk
when you see him.

Yeah.

How are you, darling?

Yeah.
I'm fine.

You know.

I've had to stop driving.

Yeah. What have the doctors
got you on?

Just stuff for cramps,
but I'm okay.

I'm actually -- I'm doing okay.

If there's anything you need,

I've still got loads of friends
down at the MND clinic.

They were really good
to your mother.

Yeah.
I'm fine.

What about Paul?

Looking after you?
Has he gone to the appointments?

Well, yeah.
He gets tired.

He has to work, you know?

And to be honest, I prefer
to go to those on my own.

I'm sure I can go with you now.

You know, whenever you want,
just ask.

I'm here now, so...

Okay.

I shouldn't have stayed away
for so long.

But I'm here now.

I'm gonna put things right.

I really want to put things
right.

I know you do.

But so much has changed
since Mam died, Dad.

Not everything can be fixed.

Hey. Miss?

Miss?

Are you okay?

Well, lads, she's looking good.

He's showing you up there, Paul.

Look at the state of you.

Yeah. Well, I'll be feeling it
in the morning.

You'll be wishing he'd let me
hire a bloody digger.

But he won't hear of it.

He's not happy unless he's run
into the fecking ground.

Why don't you take
the rest of the day off, Jim?

I can finish off here.

Don't be looking at him, Paul.
He's fine.

So, Jim, how's the old house
there treating you, anyway?

Have you got everything
you need?

Oh, yeah.
Everything and more.

And rest assured,
I've started the old job hunt,

so I'll be out
from under your feet.

Ah, don't you worry about that.

Do you know,
when Paul came here first,

he was always going on
about finishing

that charter ship of his.

But he's a proper
farming convert now.

Look at him.
He's as happy as a pig in shit.

Uh-oh.
Boss incoming!

- Hello, you.
- Hey, love.

Hello, Gillian.
How was Dublin?

Good.
Productive.

You must be Jim.

- Uh...
- Ah, come on.

I've shook filthier hands.

It's so good to meet you.
I've heard so much about you.

Yeah.
Thanks for letting me stay.

Not at all.
It's my pleasure.

So, what are you doing
getting into a big, dirty pit

with this pair?

Jim has kindly volunteered
his services.

I just wanted to make myself
useful.

There's no point in accepting
all your hospitality

and then sitting on me arse.

Ah, come here.
You're as good as family.

So, have you had the grand tour?

Uh, not officially, no.

Let me give you a lift up,
and I'll show you around.

- Okay.
- Do you mind, lads?

Oh, no. Not at all.

Right, Paul. Come on.
I'll show you how it is done.

Oh.
What's this?

Is this for Communion?

I thought you were taking them
to get shoes.

They wanted to make
their little presentations.

We'll go tomorrow.

Oh, dear. Was there something
you wanted from town?

Oh, no, no.
It's fine.

Mam, come help us.

Just give me two secs, love.

You mind watching them
a moment longer?

Sure, that's all I do.

Hi.
It's me.

Look, I'm sorry to do this
at such short notice,

but can we meet in town instead?

It's just my house
has suddenly gotten a bit busy.

No.
I won't get a lift.

There'd be too many questions.

I'll get the bus.
It'll be fine.

Okay.
I'll see you then.

Bye.

I took over
the construction business

from my dad when he died,

so I'm back and forth
all over the place.

I try to take
a bit of a step back these days,

but it's hard when that's
what keeps this place going.

But fingers crossed, it can
start paying for itself soon.

Well, good for you.

You've got a beautiful home.

Fiona told me how fond you were
of your old place.

I'm so sorry
you had to leave it.

Aye, yeah.
Well, look.

It wasn't much use to me
on me own, was it?

Still.

Here. I want to show you
our new venture.

This way.

Hello, handsome boy.

Lunar Breeze.

We bought him for practically
nothing as a yearling.

He won a Grade 2,
then he cracked his hip.

He's got an incredible lineage.

I think he'll sire winners.

We've started to breed him --
13 grand a shag.

- It's not a bad life, eh?

No indeed.

He's magical, isn't he?

He's really lit up the place.

This business will be Tom's
if it goes well.

Then Dad's business can run
itself, and I can...

Take a holiday?

- Something like that.
- Yeah. I understand.

Listen.

I hope you don't mind, but...

I wanted to get a moment
with you.

I'm worried about Fiona.

I think she's finding things
difficult.

But it's hard, because
she doesn't say anything.

But I don't think she's getting
all the support that she needs.

You'll take care of her,
won't you?

She's been so looking forward
to having you back.

Of course.

Come on, Shane.
Do something decent.

Do a wheelie or something.

Let me have a wee go.

Hey, lads.
Mind the car.

It's, you know,
it's only a hire.

You're the one killed his wife?

I recognize you.

Do you, now?

Well, if that's what you
really think, fellas,

maybe you'd be as well
keeping your mouths shut.

Mind the car.

I'm just popping out.

If you wait till we're done,
I can give you a lift.

No. It's fine.
Don't worry.

Fiona?

You're not supposed
to be driving.

I'm not driving.
I'm getting the bus.

Who is it you're meeting
that you can't meet here?

Jesus Christ.
I'm just going into town.

Is that okay?

Can I leave the bloody house
on my own?

Kids, behave for Granny.

Uh, listen.
I'm looking for my daughter.

She's been in an accident.

- What's her name?
- Uh, Fiona. Fiona Crowley.

Fiona.

Hey.
Darling, are you all right?

What in the name of God
happened to --

They think she's fine, Dad.

They're just gonna keep her
overnight.

Michael.

Fiona...can you tell me
what happened?

What happened to you?
Can you tell me?

Jesus.

Jim.

Been a while.
How are you doing?

Yeah.

What do we owe the pleasure?

I'm here to speak to your
daughter when she's ready.

She doesn't need the guards.

I'm actually a detective now,
Jim.

Yeah.

The, um, witness who found
your daughter

told us Fiona tried to leave
the scene

even after the ambulance
had been called.

She was in shock.

She didn't have a license,

and she couldn't explain
why she was driving

or where she was trying to go.

I'm just a bit concerned that
maybe Fiona's in a bit of...

trouble.

Won't be for nothing now,

but, uh, seeing as I'm familiar
with the family,

I thought I'd pop down,
you know,

have a chat...
make sure everyone's safe.

She was looking for her husband.

He was missing.
She was worried about him.

So where was he?

We don't know.

He's still missing.

It feels so odd
being this covert.

I think Marjorie thinks
I'm having an affair.

Why is that funny?
I could have an affair.

I could totally have
an affair --

a hot, steamy affair.

You're too good.
You're too nice.

God, that's damning.

Look. I'm -- I'm just going to
come out with it.

We need to talk about
what happened with Paul.

- No. We've talked about this.
- I don't want Dad to find out.

And he's going to.

He's g-- He's gonna realize

he's not the only reason
we don't see you anymore.

That's not my problem.

Michael, please.

I hate this.
I hate things being like this.

If Paul wanted to talk,
would you at least meet?

Does he even want to talk?

Would you meet with him?

If Paul wants to talk,
I'll talk.

Thank you.

Dad wants to see you,
by the way.

I know I don't need to say it,

but you were waiting for me
to say it.

So there.
I've said it.

Dad should be in prison.

It weighs on him, Michael.
You can see it.

I don't care
if it weighs on him.

I don't care if it breaks
his fucking spine.

He killed Mam.

He never would've said a word
about it if it wasn't for Cat.

Then he tried to turn us
against her.

Cat's forgiven him.

Yeah. Well, that's her choice,
isn't it?

Look, you don't have to do
whatever you don't want to do.

I'm...I'm not gonna make you
speak to Dad.

I'm just...trying to keep
some semblance of peace here.

Okay?
Nag over.

Was it the dogs?

No.

She got caught up in the fence,
dehydrated.

Birds have already started
on her.

So you're not gonna call
the vet?

She's been waiting long enough.

Better to just put her out
of her misery.

You want to grab her legs?

You okay?

Yeah.
Yeah.

Stop!

What is it?

Oh, for Jesus --

- Christ.

- Look at that.
- What?

They keyed me car.

What?

That's those little bastards
messing about up here.

Ah, Jim, no.
I...

I'm sure it was
just an accident, like.

Okay. Okay. Well, you go ahead.
I'll catch up.

Oh, go on.
I'll catch you up.

Is Kian all right with this?

He's fine. Just a tiny bit.

Go on. Have a go at that.
It's good.

I don't know, man.
It's too much.

Piss off. It's just a line.

Could you make it a bit smaller?

Fuck's sake.

What do you want?

Who keyed me car?

This is a working yard.
Things get scratched.

Oh, yeah?

What do you think
the boss would say

if he knew what was going on
in here?

I don't know.
What is going on in here?

Don't try that bollocks with me.

Behind all that bravado,

you're just a couple
of frightened eejits.

Jim.

Didn't know
I would see you here.

You've met my son, then -- Owen?

Yeah, briefly.
Yeah. Yeah.

His car got caught
by one of the trailers.

He's asked us to paint it
for him.

Oh, Jim, I'm so sorry.
What a pain.

Yeah.

But thanks, pet.
That's very sweet of you.

The boys run a workshop.

Mostly they're just
arsing around with old tractors,

but sometimes
they come in useful.

There's cake in the kitchen
if you want some afternoon tea.

Help yourselves.

Thanks, Mam.

You too if you want, Jim.

Oh, yeah. Thanks.

Thanks.

Shit.
You found her, then?

Tom.
Yeah.

I was gonna take her
to the incinerator,

but I thought I'd check with you
first.

Sure.
That's fine.

Poor old bitch.

Thanks, Paul.
Appreciate it.

You're coming for dinner later,
aren't you?

Yeah.

Want anything brought in?

Uh, no.
I shouldn't.

Go on. You will.
Don't give me that.

It's just the once.

Don't make me get into trouble
on me own.

Right, Jim.
Maybe just some cans, I suppose.

Good man.

And take that worried look
off your face.

- It's all in hand now, isn't it?
- Huh?

Go away with that.
I'll see you later.

Good boy.

You're a good boy, ain't you?

Careful, now.

All right, fella.

Good boy.

There you are.
Go for it.

- Oh, he will.
- Thank you.

Paul, you're driving us home.

It's just down the fucking road.

Fiona, can I get you anything?

- No, no. I'm grand.
- Are you sure, my love?

Yeah.

- Jim?
- No. This looks great.

Just maybe a bit of gravy there.
Oh, yeah. Brilliant.

There you are.

Thank you.

Do you know what?
It's great to have you all here.

Cheers.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

To new arrivals.
Jim, you're welcome.

Thank you, Tom.

And to old --

Well, to Gillian.

You are such an arse.

Yeah.
You just keep laughing.

Won't be me who'll be sleeping
in the barn with the pigs.

I shall be happy to be
in the comfort of my own kind.

And no doubt
I'll still hear you up here,

snoring and farting away.

Jesus.
Will you put that phone away?

Do you get this with your two?

Oh, they're a bit young
for phones.

Well, God help you
when they're not.

All over after that.

I don't even know
who the fuck he talks to.

Hardly says a word to us
in the real world.

But on that thing,
he's bloody James Joyce.

So tell me,
are the kids all excited

about staying on
at St. Catherine's?

What's this?

I was saying to you earlier
about it's all in hand --

the fees.

Oh, shit.

Sorry, Paul.
I thought you knew.

We hadn't actually
discussed it yet.

Hold on.
Sorry. No.

What's going on?

Tom and Gillian
have kindly offered

to take up the children's
school fees

so they don't have to leave
at the end of term.

We just -- We know how much
they loved it there

and how sad they were
to have to leave.

And what's a godparent for
anyway, you know?

I'm not exactly leading the way

in their good Catholic
instruction.

Really tremendously generous
of you, Tom.

Well, it's a lot of money, Tom.

So what are we going to do
with it?

Our lad's grown up now,

and the animals won't do much
with a private education.

God, I-I hope I haven't caused
any offense.

- I'd never --
- No, you haven't.

Um, I'm grateful.

It's incredibly generous.
Thank you.

Well, it's our pleasure.

You all right, love?

Yeah. Yeah.
Fine.

For Christ's sake, Owen!

Sorry.
Just be a bit.

God, but he's an odd bastard.

It'll just be something to do
with the boys, I'm sure.

Yeah, I was just gonna say,
um...

...how well do you know

those, uh, lads
that Owen's hanging out with?

Pretty well.
They're close.

Owen met Kian
on an apprenticeship,

and then they set up
their garage together.

It was a bit of a relief,
actually, you know?

Owen's therapist always said

adopted kids find those
connections harder to make.

So it's great he's got
such good friends.

Oh, yeah. Good for him.
Yeah. It's great.

Lovely.
Lovely lad.

But the reason I bring it up
is that I was, uh...

I thought I saw something
strange going on there...

in the garage the last time
I bumped into them, you know?

I mean, it's not something
I'd want to see my kids doing.

That's for sure. But I know.
Look. We've all been kids.

We've all messed up
and so forth, but, uh...

No, I just thought
I'd mention it

because it's probably
worth a word.

I'll tell you what, Jim.

Why don't you let Owen
and what happens in this house

to myself and Gillian

and you try not to bother
yourself?

Okay?

Yeah. No. I-I didn't mean to
intrude or anything like that.

It's fine.

Yeah.
Chicken's gorgeous, Gillian.

Thank you.

Will you be all right to drive?

I'm fine.
Jesus.

- Okay.
- He'll be fine.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Night-night.

Watch out. Here.
Thanks.

There you go.

Just give me a minute.

Jim.

Jim!

Paul, just take Fiona home
before you collapse.

What are you doing?

They were up to something
in here, and I'm gonna find out.

Do you have keys?

No, I don't -- Jesus!
Are you serious?

- Is this about the car?
- No.

I just want Tom and Gillian to
understand what's going on here.

This is none of your business,
Jim.

They are putting you up
on their land rent-free.

Look, Paul.

This may something you want to
turn a blind eye to, but not me.

Oh, hang on, now.
What the hell are you implying?

Just go home, Paul.
Go home.

Jesus Christ.

I'll do this on me own.

Fucking hell.

- This way.
- Okay.

Watch that there.

Jim, there's nothing in here.

- Let's go.
- Shh!

- Jim, will you come on?
- Shh!

Jim, I think I hear something.

Give me a hand,
for Christ's sake.

- Jim --

- Jesus!
- Sorry.

- What's wrong with you?
- Sorry.

Oh, shit.

We need to get out of here.

What? No. We needed to t-tell
Tom and Gillian about this.

I mean, we've got to go
to the guards.

We can't call the guards.
We can't do that.

- We need to put it back.
- What is the matter with you?

- Oh, shit. I don't believe this.

Come on.

Come on.
Come on, then.

Get him inside.

Please!

- Why was the door open?
- The lock was on the ground.

- Kian, stop!
- This is what happens...

- to thieves!

This is what happens!

Kian, it wasn't his fault.

You will be quiet now!

Kian!

You see what you've done, Shane?

Kian!

Please!

Well, that's stupid, isn't it?

'Cause you know what happens
if we get caught?

You do, don't you?
Don't you?!

He led you astray.
I'm sorry, kiddo.

I shouldn't have let that
happen.

You shouldn't have to see that.

You all right?

Speak up, Owen!

Y-Yeah.
Yeah, I'm fine.

He'll be wiser next time.

Go close the door.

I'll get us a new lock.

Sorry to interrupt.

Afraid you won't be able
to go home just yet.

Why not?

I'm very sorry to inform you,

but upon retrieval
of the vehicle from the canal,

evidence was recovered
of human remains.

What?

We found a body
in the boot of the car.

We believe it to be
your husband.

Mm, no.

What?
God.

Fiona Crowley,
I am arresting you

under suspicion of murder
of your husband.

Oh, now just hang on
a minute now.

...to say anything
unless you wish to do so,

but anything that you do say
will be taken down

and may be given in evidence.

I didn't do this.

Take a step backward, Mr. Hogan,

before you interfere
in a lawful arrest.

I didn't do this.