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My God, she's done it.

She's done it.

My name's Margo. You did very well.

You're a very clever girl.

She thinks she's stupid.

That's not true.

He won't come now. He's never coming now.

Who won't come?

God.

You don't think you're clever?

-She says-- -I said I knew you were watching.

I'd like to keep working with this one.

-And the other child? -Nothing I can do for the other child.

Then I'm laughing

I know it wouldn't make any sense

I could be the love, be the love Be the love, be the love of your life

I could be the love, be the love Be the love, be the love of your life

I could be the light, be the light When you turn off the lights

Good God

I could be the love, be the love Be the love, be the love of your life

Oh, I could make you confused

I could give you something to lose

I'mma wake you up in the morning

In the bathroom, singin' the blues

-Uh, I won't clean up your place -Your place…

Did you break that?

They do, like, an inventory, babes.

I'm never gonna hear the end of this.

My last woman, she threw a fridge out a window.

We were like seven stories up. It was a whole thing.

You're scared. I get it.

This is a really shit, really stressful time for you.

But things don't have to get all, you know, like… Greek.

Who the fuck are you?

I'm Feeney.

I'm your new best friend.

You drugged me.

-You undressed me. -Uh-uh. You're making it sound creepy.

It is fucking creepy.

-Uh, where are my-- -The clothes you had on?

Gotta burn them, I'm afraid.

Mostly because it's, like, procedure.

But also, well, they're kind of horrific, babes.

Coffee's ready!

But I want to talk to Booker.

-Booker's gone, babes. -When will she be back?

You won't see Booker again. I take things from here.

-What? -Ah!

Look how cute these wee cups are.

-I don't understand. -You have questions.

When I land on the scene, everyone's full of this.

I couldn't be doing with that last night.

So you stuck a syringe in my neck?

I wanna move on from the syringe thing, babes.

It was late. You needed some sleep.

I had shit to do.

I made an executive decision.

Now, will you please just sit down

and have some coffee in a wee tiny gold cup?!

Why should I trust you?

Because there's no one else here.

Yeah, we are 100% not making it off this flight alive.

What exactly is she gonna do to us

in a confined space with loads of witnesses?

She seems to really want that box, so as long as we have…

Hang on. Where is that box?

I'm sorry, ladies. Your overhead locker's a little stuffed.

-The box is in that bag, isn't it? -It is, yeah.

Fuck's sake!

Linda, what are you doing, lovely?

-The, uh, locker was over capacity. -Did it close?

-Yes, but-- -Then it's fine.

Drinks trolley. Now.

Sorry about that.

These agency stand-ins are always messing with procedure.

Actually, can I just grab something out of that really quick?

It's, uh…

It…

It's our mother's ashes.

Yeah. Yeah, of course, lovely.

Right, let's get you three a drink.

Linda!

Hey, Saoirse. It's me, eh, Liam.

Excuse the voice note.

I didn't want to call in case you were working all day.

I sent that too soon. I never know if I should delete and start again,

or if that looks a bit…

Oh fuck me.

Sorry. I did it again there.

I think maybe I just have really big fingers.

Anyway, look, so I spoke to Margo.

She didn't know anything about Jodie Pryor, or so she says,

but she did tell me something which was a bit…

I don't believe this.

Me again.

Anyway, I spoke to Margo. She told me when she was pregnant,

she was reading this book.

The author was a psychiatrist she admired.

Greta Ganchaille.

So she, Margo, that is, she decided she'd name her child after her.

But here's the thing.

Jesus Christ!

Sorry, here's the thing.

This woman, she only published one book,

and it was written more than a decade after Greta was born.

So that can't be right, can it?

I'm not really sure what it means, but--

How the fuck have you done that again?!

Maybe just give me a call back, sure.

We'll shortly be starting our descent into Dublin airport.

Please fasten your seatbelts and place your seat in the upright position.

-Thanks. -Excuse me. Thanks.

Rubbish? Any rubbish?

Right, let's do this. Ready?

No.

Great.

Why would we scatter her in the sea?

Sure, she hated getting her hair wet!

How would you know what she hated? You never saw her!

You moved to London and forgot about us!

She wanted scattered in the big Primark!

She loved it there. It was her happy place.

I'm gonna have to ask you all to take it down a notch.

I can deal with this if you wanna let the pilot know.

Oh, sure, I'll open the door to the cockpit now.

Who the hell trained you, Linda? Al-Qaeda?

-You always gave her bad advice. -Seatbelt. Now.

You were ripping the back out of her.

-Sit back down. -Well!

Caring for her was the worst decision you ever made.

It only exacerbated your avoidant personality

and gave you an excuse to never live your own life for fear of rejection.

So, so, so scandalous

You know you wanna sing with us…

Jesus Christ. Stop it!

We're not drunk, not really. We were acting. It was an act.

Though if you are going to subject us to any kind of breathalyzer-type scenario,

I should say I've had a few proseccos.

That woman was trying to kill us. A psychopath.

She locked us in a boat. A big boat. She blew it up.

She blew the big boat up!

If it wasn't for Dara's banana, we'd all be standing here dead.

Impersonating a member of cabin crew staff.

She did not know what she was doing during that safety demonstration.

Where's the real Linda? That's what I wanna know.

You have to help us.

On you go.

-Okay, then. -Thanks for listening, lads.

Shit! Look.

Okay, we have to go. Now.

Without our bags? No chance.

I brought a Max Mara bikini that cost me 300 quid.

I'm sorry, Robyn. That is actually immoral.

Absolutely cracker-looking on me is what it is.

Okay. Okay.

Right, come on.

Hello.

All right, lads?

Thank you, driver.

This, uh, person who called, this woman, she said, uh, Greta knew your father?

That she knew something about his disappearance, yes.

But the caller, they didn't identify themselves?

No, and that was the only time they contacted me.

-What date did you receive this call? -The ninth of this month.

The day Greta died.

I've since learnt as much, yes.

How strange.

So did your wife ever mention my father?

-Or talk about dealings with a journalist? -No, never.

-Would've been a long time ago. -She didn't mention anything, so…

Well, she… she would have been a teenager when he went missing.

Around the same age as your daughter, perhaps.

My daughter?

-Yes. -What do you know about my daughter?

Well, I… I… I tried your house.

You weren't in, but she was, and I… I briefly…

-You leave my daughter out of this. -Sorry?

I mean, whatever this is, you leave my daughter out of it.

-No, I didn't even speak to her. -Her mother just died. My wife just died.

I didn't… I didn't mean…

And you come in here with this insane story?

It's not a story, Inspector O'Neill.

It's a fact.

Someone did call me.

And someone gave me your wife's name.

I don't have time for this.

I understand.

I apologize. It's, uh…

It's not the right time, perhaps.

I can wait.

Yeah?

Anything I can help with?

No.

No, it's… it's fine.

By lonely prison walls

I heard a young girl calling…

Maybe it's time we talk to the guards. Maybe we should tell them everything.

Yeah, see, but we can't tell them everything, can we?

There's some bits we need to keep to ourselves.

Like some quite big criminally type bits.

That Liam guy, he might help.

-My phone's fucked. -Oh shit. Mine too.

Robyn's works.

Fuck's sake, Jim.

-I don't remember his number. -Why's Jim ringing me?

Maybe because he's your husband and the father of your children.

Hiya, love. How's things?

Great, yeah. All under control here.

Ryan's bleeding, Daddy.

How is Portugal?

Hey, baby, let the free birds fly…

Yeah, a lot of… a lot of Irish here.

One second, love. What in the name of…

-I gotta go deal with this. Ryan! -We need to focus, girls.

Okay? What do we actually know? What are the facts?

Okay? We know that this thing belongs to Jodie.

We know that Jodie and Greta grew up together.

We know that they were connected. What was the name of that town again?

Uh…

-Tashbaan. -Tashbaan. That's right.

-Why are you talking about Narnia? -What?

Tashbaan. It's from The Chronicles of Narnia.

Yeah. Jack's reading it. I forgot how messed up it is.

That lion is a fecking narcissist.

I… I… I gotta go, love, okay?

Right, bye. Bye, bye, bye. Yeah, love you. Bye.

-Low lie -Fuck.

-The Fields Of Athenry… -Jesus Christ.

What is it?

-He was right. -What are you talking about?

They couldn't have come from Tashbaan.

Because Tashbaan doesn't actually exist, girls.

Every single thing she told us was a fucking lie.

Songs to sing

It's so lonely Round the fields of Athenry

And with that, it's goodbye, Jodie. Perfect.

A passport pic is everyone on their best day.

It looks great like this, by the way, babes.

If I do say so myself.

The truth is, you don't have to do that much.

What's that thing they say about lying?

A good lie stays close to the truth.

Like with your name.

I always think it's best to go for something that sounds similar.

That way, when someone calls you, or you have to sign something,

it's less of a leap, like, psychologically.

So I'm thinking

Gráinne!

Gráinne?

I think it suits you, babes. I honestly do.

Gráinne.

It's like an echo of the person you once were.

I like that. Like a ghost of yourself.

That's actually quite profound.

That's me, babes.

Now, the surname, we have less freedom with.

We have to work off a list that's been cleared. Ugh.

I must have left it upstairs. Let me run and grab it.

Gotta take the hardware with me, I'm afraid, babes.

It's not that I don't trust you.

It's just better safe than sorry type thing.

And I've been stung before.

People are like, "I just want to talk to my mother."

Or sister. Or son.

Or springer fucking spaniel.

"Just once."

"Just to hear their voice."

I'm like, "I get it, babes. But now you've blown the whole operation,

and I'm starting to side with whoever it is that wants you dead."

You're on the other side of things now, I guess.

What's that?

Well, earlier, you said that you were evaporated too.

Oh, right. Yeah.

But I was so young.

How young?

Thirteen.

Yeah, my parents, they were both…

God, I still haven't found a better way of putting this.

Like,

they were kinda murdered, babes.

I'm so sorry.

You don't need to know all the details. Trust me, it will kill the craic.

Overnight, my environment became…

Well, not the safest.

And Booker heard what happened, and she decided to help me.

Booker saved me.

I owe her everything.

I guess that's why I'm here.

Doing what I do.

That's something else we have in common.

What is?

Well, you were young too. When that Margo woman stepped up, I mean.

You know about that?

-You know what happened with my mother? -We know everything, babes.

I'm blue, da-ba-dee, da-ba-di

Da-ba-dee, da-ba-di

Da-ba-dee, da-ba-di

Da-ba-dee, da-ba-di

Da-ba-dee, da-ba-di

Da-ba-dee, da-ba-di

Da-ba-dee, da-ba-di

Cheers, lads!

You go kick the shit out of those Galway feckers!

-We'll be drinking for you. -Yeah!

It's not St. Patrick's Day, is it?

Fuck's sake. And I'm not even wearing green.

It's supposed to bring you bad luck.

I think it already has.

Run!

I'm the boy to tease her

And I'm the boy to please her…

Excuse me.

And I'll tell you what we'll do I'll court her like an Irishman…

Jesus Christ!

And I can be the dew drop And upon your brow, I'd fall

Perhaps that she might think on me As a rather…

-Oh! -Excuse me. Sorry.

For I'm the boy to please her

And I'm the boy to tease her…

-Sorry. Excuse me. -And I'll tell you what we'll do

I'll court her like an Irishman

And me brogue And blarney too is my plan

With my rolligan, swalligan Holligan, wolligan

She's grand!

I'm the boy to please her

And I'm the boy to tease her

The boy to squeeze her I'll tell you what we'll do…

She's here.

How does she do that?

Go, go, go.

Oh!

Thanks. Sure you don't want one?

-I'm grand. -That's not very Irish of you.

That's quite offensive.

He's no craic.

Don't say "craic."

-Sorry. -Great man, St. Patrick.

Single-handedly drove the English out of Ireland, you know.

No, wait. Not the English.

Snakes.

-Seamus, two pints. -With you now, Donal.

You're quite upbeat for a fella with a missing da.

He went missing when I was a baby. I've settled into it.

Mm.

Would you like a straw?

-Do you think I could ask for one? -No.

So why all these questions about my meeting with your boss?

Just curiosity, really.

Okay, well…

I don't trust him.

Really?

-I've seen you before. -I'm sorry?

I called at Owen's house yesterday.

I walked there.

I, uh, saw him lead you out. Saw you get in your car and drive away.

You didn't see me. Neither did he.

But, anyway,

when I reached the door, there's no answer.

For some reason, he didn't want to speak to me.

Why don't you trust him?

What makes you think I don't trust him?

The fact that you're sitting here.

All right, fine.

In the meantime, let me show you this.

So these are my father's old notebooks.

-I've, uh, been trying to decode them. -Decode?

He interviewed paramilitary members, intelligence agents.

When you said he was a journalist, he was an actual journalist.

So, a few times he talks about

what I thought was something like "sad girl" or "mournful woman."

But then I found out that the school that Greta attended

was called Our Lady of the Sorrows.

You know there are probably 100 schools in Ireland with that name.

Yes. But then there's this.

-What does it mean? -No idea.

It feels religious. That's my instinct, anyway.

I, uh, went to Greta's old school for a look.

There's this whole area of the grounds that's just sort of abandoned now.

And there's an old caretaker's cottage.

This isn't all just a coincidence.

Greta O'Neill was connected to my father.

How did you find out that was Greta's old school?

Well, when I spoke to her friends, they mentioned it.

And Greta, well,

she'd have still been there the year that my father disappeared.

Did you say you spoke to her friends?

Hey, Saoirse.

So, uh, I just had a chat with Andrew.

You remember Andrew? English lad.

He spoke to you about the fact that his father disappeared.

About how he thinks Greta was involved.

Now, here's what I'm wondering.

I'm wondering why you didn't mention any of this.

I want you to call me back. I want you to tell me what the hell is going on here.

Fuck it. I'm coming to Belfast.

See you at the studio.

If this is how it ends,

if I die today…

then I want my conscience to be clear.

You're not dying, Saoirse.

-My head is banging. -I might have painkillers in my bum bag.

At some point, we need to address the fact that you've started wearing a bum bag.

These are mum's. They're prescription only.

-And they are really strong. -Class.

We need backup. I'm calling Jim.

What's Jim gonna do? That mad bitch'll have Jim for breakfast.

How's it going? Jim's phone.

-Where the hell is he? -Leave a message after the beep.

He's gone out. Who the hell does he think he is?

-You're tracking Jim? -Obviously.

I haven't trusted him since the whole affair thing.

There was no fucking affair thing.

Shit. She's tracking us.

She's tagged us somehow.

It could be on our clothes, in our hair.

-You know what that means? -In our hair?

She's on her way here.

Robyn, stay beside that door.

I don't want a priest walking in here and seeing my fandango.

What's your fandango doing out?

Can everybody keep their fandangos under wraps, please?

Shush. Listen.

Grab a weapon, quick.

Nope.

Come on.

Yes! We're ready.

For a fucking exorcism, maybe.

Who is she, girls?

What is she playing at now?

Let's see that smile. Come on, now.

Moving on to scene 32A.

Let's have cast on set in five minutes, please.

A mix of blood and brain.

Last time, it just… Honestly, it looked like an Eton mess.

-Terrible. It was so obviously-- -Excuse me.

-I'm gonna have to see the brain. -Excuse me.

Scene 32A.

Crew show, people. Crew show.

Seb. I'm not sure if you remember me.

The cop. I remember.

-I'm looking for Saoirse. -I bet.

-Why would I know where she is? -Well, you work together.

And also, aren't you engaged?

Well, I'm sure you've seen more of her than me recently.

-What? -You think I don't know what's going on?

-There's nothing going on. -Look, I don't mind.

-You don't mind? -I'd just like to be involved.

Involved?

I think you'll find I have a lot to offer in that department.

Okay. I genuinely don't know what you're talking about.

And I'm kind of afraid to ask.

Oh, come off it.

-It explains why she's been AWOL for days. -What does?

She's storylining season five, and you're helping with research.

Oh. No.

Pushing me out. Again. So much for TV being collaborative.

Listen, boss… Why are you in the wrong uniform?

-No, he's a guard. -We're shooting scenes next week.

Costume, this idiot's in the wrong uniform.

-I'm not an actor. I'm a real person. -Actors aren't real people?

He's an actual guard. He's helping Saoirse storyline season five.

Really?

We're gonna have to swap out scene 15. This rain's not stopping.

-Oh no. -Could you have her call me?

Seb, darling, my car's here to take me to that god-awful telly interview.

-Love you, darling. -What's 15 again?

Exterior school. Burying of the body.

Okay, fine.

Hey, uh, sorry.

Do you have a script?

Can we get a move on, people?

What is she playing at? She knows we're in here.

Sanctuary law!

She's obeying our right to claim sanctuary.

So long as we're in here, she won't touch us.

So why the fuck would we leave?

Hello.

I just want the box.

You've been swept up in something you deserve no part of.

-I don't want to hurt you. -You tried to kill us.

The boat? That was a warning.

If I really wanted you dead, you would be.

I just want the box.

Why?

What's in it? What… What's all this got to do with Greta?

Knowing that will infect you like a disease.

A fatal one.

All you have to do is come out here

and hand me the box.

Do that, and I promise you will never see me again.

After a while, you'll begin to question

if any of this actually even happened.

If I ever actually existed.

What'll it be?

Let me do it.

Why didn't you come inside?

I don't do business in God's house.

I don't trust him.

I see.

Well…

We don't make deals with the devil.

Ah.

It's so cute.

Wee charity shop number.

You gotta get the balance right with this stuff.

It's more time-consuming,

but every stitch you own can't be brand-new.

I'll sort the basics,

'cause they haven't told me where you're going yet.

So I don't know what conditions we're dealing with.

-Will you travel with me? -They'll send the midwife.

The what?

She delivers you to your new life.

-When? -Soon. Too soon.

It was my understanding that when I'm settled, my daughter could join me.

Oh, come on, babes.

-I get that there's a lot to do. -That's one way to put it.

-I thought if I could get a time frame… -You're giving me cause for concern here.

-You're concerning me. I'm concerned. -You don't need to be.

-A time frame? -Just roughly.

-This is a very delicate procedure. -I get that.

With no guarantees.

-But if everything goes to plan… -With no guarantees!

She's my daughter, and she thinks I'm dead.

Which is in her best interests.

You'll be okay.

Will I?

Some people are built to survive.

That's what Booker told me when my parents died.

She said she knew I was different because I cleaned it all up.

Most adults couldn't have managed that, she said.

Cleaned what up?

The mess, babes.

There was such a terrible mess.

They were stabbed, you see.

Thirteen times between them.

Oh my God.

It's fine, honestly.

They wouldn't have known anything about it.

What do you mean?

They were fast asleep.

Thirteen times.

A wound for every miserable year.

Oh, don't look so shocked.

You recognized it in me.

I saw it in you too.

Before I'd read a word.

It takes one to know one, doesn't it, babes?

You'll be okay.

You'll survive.

People like us always do.

Should we call somebody?

You all right, love?

Are you okay?

Exactly what part of the plan were you unclear on, Dara?

I'm telling you it was chilling.

I was standing there, looking her right in the eyes.

And it was like she had no soul.

It was like being in the presence of evil. Actual evil.

How might someone like that react to you bashing her face in, I wonder?

She was never gonna let us walk away, Robyn. She was lying.

-What's this queue for, exactly? -I've no idea.

But if we're hiding behind lots of people, she'll have to kill them first.

-Jesus, Robyn. -Next, please.

Even I think that's dark, and I'm morally quite sketchy. Like, I work in television.

Speaking of which, Seb's been trying to get you.

He wants to know how many scripts to give Liam now that he's a consultant.

Why is he asking for scripts?

-He'll need them if he's a consultant. -He's not a consultant, Dara.

What is going on here?

Go easy on those.

-Tickets? -For what?

The Late Late Show.

Oh my God, The Late Late Show.

I love Patrick Kielty.

I love Patrick Kielty.

Oh, yeah.

I mean, he's good at what he does. I just don't get what all the fuss is.

Fine. I love Patrick Kielty. Jesus.

She can't kill us on live TV.

Hey, can you guys move aside, please?

Uh, we don't have tickets because these are the competition winners.

What are you talking about?

It should be on your list. Jesus, I emailed about this yesterday.

What list are you working from?

-Who put you on the door? -Kara.

Ah. Typical. Aye.

Well, tell me that you at least held some house seats back.

-Yeah, of course. Always. -Good. So, shall we?

Mm!

-Tickets? -I've seen a lot of 30 Rock.

But you've yet to watch one episode of my show.

-Your show's not funny. -How would you know?

Thank you. We're just down the end there. Sorry.

-Thank you. -Thanks very much. We're just down there.

Thank you.

Excuse me. Thank you.

All right, okay. We should be okay for a wee while.

-Going live in three… -Ooh.

Thank you!

Hello, good evening. Welcome to The Late Late Show.

And let's hear it for our band, folks. Look at Jonathan there.

Hey, would you ever turn that bollocks off?

And happy St. Patrick's Day!

Also on the show tonight,

he went viral this week when he rescued a blind sheep

stuck in the mud halfway up the Wicklow Mountains

and carried it down on his back to safety.

His name is Sean O'Kelly.

Ah, good man yourself, Sean.

Where would you get it?

What a strange show.

She plays Detective Emma Fierce

in the smash hit, multi-award-winning television series Murder Code.

Let's have a huge welcome for the one and only Marnie Mullins!

You're shitting me.

Isn't that those three Belfast eejits we questioned?

I think you're right.

Are you sure?

Sure, I'm sure. I'd recognize your one anywhere.

-This thing's still live, right? -Oh God, yeah.

You cannot whack it.

Now this show has such a huge following. Sure we all love a bit of Murder Code.

When you read the scripts, did you know it was gonna be such a hit?

-Do you know what, Paddy? -Here we go.

No.

I actually struggled to see what the big deal was,

but then I realized it was the audience's attachment

to my character, Emma…

"My character, Emma."

…that was the big pull. So I made a few suggestions…

Which I ignored.

…to make her relatable,

and the scripts were definitely elevated after that.

-I mean, we did a lot of work on them. -"We."

And after all that, I think we knew we'd made something truly special.

Well, special is right.

What was it, something like ten million viewers

tuned in to see you catch

the elusive courier killer in your own home?

Actually, a lot of that scene was improvised.

That is it.

That is it.

Oh my God.

Uh, that's our writer, Saoirse Shaw.

Surprise!

Saoirse Shaw, writer of Murder Code.

Ladies and gentlemen, let's get her down here!

Really?

Look! Mammy's on TV! She really is!

Lads, will you stop? Your mum's in Portugal.

-So, Saoirse. -Patrick Kielty.

Paddy. Patrick. Paddy Kielty. PK.

-Mr. Paddy. -Take a breath.

Yes.

Jesus.

Jesus.

So, tell us, uh, this. Where do you get your inspiration?

All these complicated plots and twists and turns.

I… I guess lots of things inspire me.

Books.

Yeah, look, Seb. Just calm down.

I'm just loading up now. Give me a second.

Yep, got it.

Films.

News stories.

Uh, history…

Oh, what the fuck is she doing?

How many of those bloody pills did she take?

Oh, for God's sake.

Sort of about the things that happen in real life, even.

Let's talk about that.

-Talk about… -Give us an example.

Well…

-Uh, maybe I shouldn't say this. -Go on. Don't be a tease.

When we were young, my friends and I, we did this pretty terrible thing.

But only because we were…

We were trying to protect someone.

-Go on. -I'll get in trouble here.

Sure isn't that what live TV is for?

I think this is a bad idea, Patrick Kielty.

Tell us.

Tell us, tell us!

Tell us, tell us!

Tell us, tell us!

Tell us, tell us!

Tell us!

Well, it turns out the person we were trying to protect, she was

lying.

So now we've done this terrible thing, but we don't even…

We don't even know why.

If this were Murder Code, and you were Emma,

I mean, what would you do?

Well, I suppose…

Well, I suppose Emma would realize that she's overlooked something small,

something that she initially thought was insignificant.

But it turns out…

That it was the key

to unlocking the case.

The key to unlocking the box.

She had it all along.

I had it all along.

She already knew the answer.

I already know the answer.

Of course you do.

You've seen it. Where have you seen it?

I don't know.

Think.

-I don't remember. I can't remember it. -Picture it.

Picture it.

A painting.

A painting. A picture of a painting.

I've got it.

Do you know, Paddy, it was actually a pretty challenging shoot.

-How so? -I had these sort of panic attacks…

I really must get her some media training.

Back in five. Don't go anywhere now. Roll it there.

Totally squandered.

Big fan of your work. Right. Let's go. We've got to get you.

I saw Patrick Kielty.

We all saw Patrick Kielty.

Keep going. Quick as you like.

Jesus Christ. Let's go.

Head down. Come on.

Jesus, Saoirse. Those things could kill a horse!

You're such a liability.

I think I solved it.

We solved it.

Me and Patrick Kielty.

I love Patrick Kielty.

We already saw the answer.

We had it right in front of us.

What?

The symbol in Portugal.

Did you take a picture?

Wait.

Um…

Was there a number on it?

Yes, there was a number. It's a date.

Call it out.

Um, two, five,

zero, one,

nine, seven.

Oh my God.

What happened to her?

But when you touch me like this

And you hold me like that

It was gone with the wind

But it's all coming back to me…

What the hell is going on here, girls?

It's actually quite difficult to know where to start.

Charles Sampson. Start there.

What do you know about Charles Sampson?

Watch out!

Holy shit.

Step out of the car.

What do you want?

You. Drive.

Move!

You keep going till I tell you to stop.