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(♪ ROCK RIFF PLAYING)

(LAUGHTER, VOICES)

(EXCITED CHATTER)

(♪ ROCK MUSIC OVER CHAT)

(♪ DISTANT MUSIC THUMPING)

How are you? You visiting, yeah?

Beautiful here, isn't it?

God's own country which means you must be an angel on holidays.

Seriously? Tell me, what's your name, angel?

Buy me a pint and I might tell you.

Yeah? Orla!

(SHRIEKS OF LAUGHTER, CHATTER)

Gonna be a busy one.

Tell me about it.

So far, I've had nuns, unicorns and vampires in the car.

Vampires? You'd better keep the garlic handy!

(♪ ROCK CONTINUING)

(♪ DISTORTING)

(♪ FADES)

(GULLS CRYING)

♪ There's a ghost screaming over the river

♪ It's a sound only clear to the sinners

♪ So we know what to do, what to do

♪ So we know what to do, what to do

♪ Pay the Devil his due

♪ Pay the Devil his due ♪

♪ All things bright and beautiful

♪ All creatures great and small

♪ All things wise and wonderful

♪ The Lord God made them all

♪ Each little flower that opens

♪ Each little bird that sings (PHONE PINGS)

♪ He made their glowing colours

♪ He made their tiny wings

♪ All things bright and beautiful

♪ All creatures great and small

♪ All things wise and wonderful

♪ The Lord God made them all. ♪

Please be seated.

Uh-huh? Understood.

What time is high tide?

OK. I'm on my way.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(PING)

What are you doing?

I have to go.

It's Sunday.

Who's C? No one.

Can I have your number?

No.

WOMAN: Judging by what she's wearing, I'd say she was in a hen party last night.

No doubt south of the border in Drumbay.

You know what that place is like on weekends.

I don't. Really?

Funnily enough, constable, I don't get invited to many hen parties.

No, sir. It's mental.

Stags, too. It's big business for the town.

Any missing persons reports? Not according to Garda Siochana.

The Garda been informed? Yes, sir. They're sending someone over.

In fact, that might be her.

Done some walks of shame in my time, but this one's the muddiest.

Christ! Look at my shoes!

Detective?

DI Regan, Garda Siochana

DCI Boyd. This is Constable Shakir.

Pleased to meet you. No, you're not.

Excuse me?

You don't want me here any more than I want to be here.

Last time I was north of the border,

Ireland won the Eurovision and you were still in Europe.

So, let's just dispense with the niceties and get this over with ASAP, OK?

As you wish. Detective Ormonde, our FMO.

She's been in the water about five or six hours.

Several significant head injuries

that suggest she was hit by a blunt object in a frenzied attack.

There are grip marks on the wrist,

indicating she attempted to escape her attacker.

We reckon she entered the water near Drumbay.

The current would have swept her in this direction,

crossing the border, which runs down the middle of the lough.

Drumbay, hen capital of Ireland. Presumably, that's why I'm here. Any ID?

No phone, bag, purse. Nothing.

Probably all out there somewhere. Tell me, Detective Boyd.

On weekends, when you dress up as a French maid, do you carry a handbag?

I don't do fancy dress. You surprise me(!)

May I?

Ma'am?

REGAN: When I went clubbing at her age... Oh, happy days!

..I carried my ID so I could buy alcohol.

Never took a bag. Kept my card in my pants.

You wore pants? You surprise me(!)

Touché.

Not pants, but close enough.

Sinead Connolly from Sligo.

She's one of ours.

OK, sergeant, text me the address.

Apparently, she was staying with friends in a rental cottage outside Drumbay.

I'll go down there and talk to them.

Seeing as we found her, perhaps I should be there, too.

You want to come to Drumbay?

On our side of the border? If I may.

Whatever. Try and keep up.

(GUNSHOTS ECHO)

(SCREAMS)

(♪ PIANO WALTZ)

(BIRDSONG, SHEEP BLEATING)

I'll do the talking, OK? Down here you're outside your jurisdiction.

Fair enough. (KNOCK ON DOOR)

Detective Regan, Garda Siochana.

This is Detective Boyd from the Police Service of Northern Ireland.

Are you with Sinead Connelly? Yeah, but she's not awake yet.

None of them are. Why, are they in trouble?

Can we?

REGAN: You spent the evening together in town drinking

then came back in a taxi about what time?

Two. Two-thirty.

Then what?

Er... A nightcap.

(SHRIEKS, LAUGHTER)

To our hen.

And her cock! (WHOOPS, LAUGHTER)

And then we went to bed, except Sinead.

She went for a smoke. REGAN: Alone?

Yeah. She's the only one who smokes.

Her husband Sean has been trying to get her to quit. They're trying for a baby.

Were.

Does he know?

Yeah. That's how we learnt she was staying here.

He's on his way to formally identify the body.

Excuse me.

They were real close.

When Sinead went out for a smoke, was she still wearing heels?

Yeah, and a jacket.

Do you have a photo?

Did any of you do any drugs? No. We just drank.

This jacket.

Give me your mobile.

OK, girls, I'll need you to make formal statements,

so stay put till you hear from me.

I'll speak to Joe. Joe?

Joe Dooley, he's the owner. He just lives in the farmhouse across the way.

Where's Sinead's bedroom? Up the stairs, first door on the right.

Sorry for your loss.

Liars!

I told you not to speak.

Actually, what you said was, "I'll do the talking." I never agreed not to speak.

What are you doing?

I'm just trying to get a broader understanding of our victim.

OK, stop, listen up. You're in the Republic of Ireland now.

Down here, you're not a cop. You're a nobody, just another member of the public.

A very irritating member of the public. They're hiding something.

At least, Sinead was. Don't make me arrest you.

Charlotte said Sinead and her husband were trying to start a family.

Clearly, Sinead didn't get the memo.

Gimme.

We'll take it from here.

I'll be in touch about repatriating the body.

It has been a blast(!)

What do you mean "repatriating the body"?

Sinead was an Irish citizen.

What happened to her happened on this side of the border.

It was purely by chance she ended up in the North.

I only agreed to let you tag along to be nice.

You can do nice, can you?

A body washes up on our shore, we've a duty to investigate.

Starting with the post-mortem. Oh, no. No way. We're doing the PM.

How do you propose doing that without a body?

(DING DING)

I never understood why you lot only have DI and not DCI.

I mean, we're the same rank, but I get to call myself Chief.

Where the hell is she? It's Sunday.

That means she probably wasn't expecting to be in.

So, Chief, were you at church? Yes, why do you ask?

Like to know what I'm dealing with. Were you?

Born again atheist. At least you're not a Catholic.

DI Regan.

Chief Superintendent James Casey from the PSNI.

Detective.

And you must be DCI Boyd? Yes, ma'am.

Good to see you, Philip. How's the family?

Good, thank you, sir.

Forgive me, I was bogeying the ninth hole when I got the call.

Much appreciated, James. Right, let's go.

He's talking about golf. Thanks(!)

The victim lived in Sligo and is an Irish citizen.

Her husband, Sean, is on his way to identify the body.

Which is in Galgorm Hospital mortuary,

awaiting a PM. Which, in my view...

Yes, Regan, we all know what your views are.

So, here's the deal.

Given the new world we live in, Belfast and Dublin want this investigation

to showcase positive cross-border cooperation between our two forces.

Which, as you know, hasn't always been as good as it could be.

That's an understatement.

What do you mean by "new world"?

Post-Brexit.

We want to demonstrate that it will not impact negatively

on crime detection or clear-up rates.

However, given, shall we say, "political sensitivities",

we want to keep this arrangement informal.

Oh, so you mean "secret".

Need to know. REGAN: How will this even work?

Who's senior investigating officer?

You both are. Both?

Here in the South, it will be you, Regan.

In the North, Detective Boyd.

Any other logistical details, you can iron out between you.

OK, so, I'll inform Sean that our investigation into his wife's death

is a showcase exercise to show what good neighbours we are.

See what I mean?

Regan, you will work closely with Detective Boyd on this case

or so help me, I will showcase your arse straight back to Dublin.

Understand?

Yes, boss.

REGAN: Your man can shove that idea up his ninth hole!

BOYD: What did you do in Dublin that got you banished to the border?

I'm guessing disciplinary you annoyed someone you shouldn't have.

They posted you here to get rid of you.

You've annoyed me plenty and we've only just met.

Listen, Chief, if I thought there was any future in us working together,

I'd tell you, but there's not so I won't.

I'll do the talking. You're out of your jurisdiction.

(BOYD CLEARS HIS THROAT)

Tell us about Sinead. What was she like?

Kind.

Loving... always trying to help others.

Yeah, a bit of a party animal.

Did she drink a lot? No more than average.

What about drugs?

No.

Marriage OK?

Excuse me? Any marriage problems? Simple question.

No. I...

..loved her and she loved me.

May I continue asking the questions in my jurisdiction?

Go ahead. Thank you.

Where were you on Saturday night?

Sorry. I have to ask.

Um... at a party with friends in Sligo.

We'll need their details.

Did you know your wife was on the pill?

What?

I'll take that as a no.

BOYD: You shouldn't be smoking that in here.

(MIMICS) You shouldn't be smoking that in here.

Are you always so confrontational?

If you don't like it, Chief, you know what you can do.

This is the border, we do things differently in this part of the world.

I know, when I got here I turned my watch back three centuries.

Listen, Regan, I don't like this any more than you do, OK?

But the sooner we cooperate, the sooner we can go our separate ways. OK?

OK.

ORMONDE: I finished my report, but there's just a few things.

There was no sea water in her lungs,

so she was dead before she entered the water.

The wounds in her head have fragments of stone,

suggesting the attacker used a rock as an impromptu weapon.

She was staying close to a stony beach. Could be where she entered the water.

Sexual assault? No evidence to suggest it.

We'll have the toxicology report tomorrow. One other observation.

She wore a wedding ring.

See the tan line on her finger?

But it's missing. Maybe it came off in the water?

It's a tight fit, so more likely someone pulled it off.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

WOMAN: Do we really need to do that any more?

Old habits.

Do you have to go down there?

Can't they send somebody else?

I'm the best person from our side to do it.

Besides, it could open some doors for me.

(SCOFFS) Or a can of worms! It'll be fine.

(♪ ROCK MUSIC POUNDING)

(♪ MUSIC CONTINUING)

(MUSIC STOPS, PHONE RINGING)

MAN: 'This has better be important. I was masturbating.'

I can wait. Shouldn't take long. 'What do you want?'

Intel.

REGAN: Details of Sinead and her friends' movements on the night is in your inboxes.

Study it carefully. Detective Garda Brady.

I want you to lead the CCTV trawl, inside and out.

Bars, street cams, dash cams, anything.

There were a lot of people in Drumbay that night.

Stags, hens, all kinds of creatures.

I want the girls' movements tracked from the time they arrived in town

to when they got in the taxi to return to the cottage.

Yes, ma'am.

While we wait for toxicology, we'll crack on with the search of the beach

around low tide, which is when...? 1509, boss.

OK, I want a team there from two hours before to two hours after.

Any questions? Sergeant Maguire.

We all just want to know how it's gonna work with your man over here.

Does he give orders, take orders?

Does he have power of arrest, use a firearm?

No offence, boss, but what the fuck is he even doing here?

Enough! DCI Boyd and I will be working together on this case,

though I will remain the SIO.

So, as long as you all remember that, there won't be any problem.

There's one good thing about you being here.

What's that? They hate you more than they hate me.

We'll take mine.

Some people in these parts don't take kindly to UK licence plates.

Don't drive too fast, will you?

I'm not a great passenger. OK.

(♪ POUNDING ROCK)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(MUFFLED MUSIC APPROACHING)

Joe Dooley?

Yeah?

Detective Inspector Regan An Garda Siochana.

This is Detective Boyd of the PSNI.

PSNI? What are you doing here?

Funny you should ask that. A body washed up in the North.

Of course.

I spoke to the girls yesterday. I told them they could stay as long as they need.

I had a booking for next week, but they cancelled when they saw the news.

Where were you Saturday night?

Here with me ma, watching telly. All night?

All night. Is she here?

Out walking the dog.

I can call her.

Did you see any vehicles round here on Saturday night you didn't recognise?

Car, motorcycle, bike, anything?

It's very quiet here. The road is a dead end.

Did you hear the girls come back in a taxi?

Is he allowed to ask me questions? Why? Got something to hide?

I was asleep in bed.

You say it's quiet here, yet you didn't hear a bunch of drunk girls

spill out of a taxi at 2:30 in the morning?

Will I need a solicitor? I don't know.

Do you?

I went to bed at midnight and I woke up the next morning.

That's it.

I warned you.

Stay out of it, Ma.

REGAN: What is a good-looking lad like Joe

doing at home on a Saturday night watching TV with his ma,

when he lives near a town full of drunk hormonally charged women?

BOYD: Maybe he likes to keep his mother company.

Family ties are important in this part of the world.

Yeah, we all know how close family get round these parts(!)

BOYD: Maybe he's gay. Joe is not gay.

How do you know? Do you know many gay people?

Or is that a silly question to ask a God-fearing Ulster Protestant?

I don't fear God. Do you know I'm gay?

I rest my case.

This is the way Sinead would have walked from the cottage.

A million possible murder weapons.

Shouldn't be hard to find.

(VOICES APPROACHING)

REGAN: So, Mr Doyle, you picked up the girls in Drumbay

and brought them back to the cottage.

Talk us through what happened.

They walked over to me from The Castle bar at about 2am.

I say "walked". Stumbled, more like. Except for the cute wee skinny girl.

She seemed more sober.

Full of craic, she was.

You remember this girl? Aye.

She sat up front with me, but never said a word.

More interested in her phone.

Did you pass anyone on the way back to the cottage?

A car, on a bike or just walking? No.

That road is single track. I'd remember if I saw anyone.

What happened after you dropped them off?

I drove home. That was my last fare.

Can anyone vouch for that? Not really.

My wife was fast asleep by the time I got back.

Tell you what, though. This has been on the cards for a while.

What has?

Drunk stags and hens in a wee Irish town?

I mean, a girl dresses like that, she's asking for trouble, no?

Are you for real? Regan...

Women should wear what the fuck they like without fear of being murdered.

You can't talk to me like that.

I'm gonna report you. You heard what she said to me?

You're registered to carry four passengers, Mr Doyle.

Saturday night you carried five. You understand?

REGAN: Don't ever do that again.

What? I don't need your protection.

AISLING: Sean, I can't get my head around it.

Hi.

Hey.

I'm so sorry. Sean!

Sean.

I'm so sorry.

I can't believe it.

Yeah, I know, I know.

OK, where's Niamh? She went out for a run.

She'll be back any minute. I can't stop.

There's still lots of things to sort, you know.

Right. We looked everywhere for her ring.

Sorry.

If Doyle saw no one on the road,

the killer must have gone out there after he left.

Or he was already out there hiding somewhere.

Ma'am, toxicology's back.

Sinead's blood alcohol was moderate and she tested negative for all the usual.

Ecstasy, cannabis, coke. So much for party animal.

But she did test positive for fentanyl.

Was she on it for medication? No, I checked.

So, her drink was spiked in the club?

Her friends would have noticed the change in her behaviour.

Doyle said she was texting on her phone in the taxi.

She couldn't have done that full of fentanyl.

Then her drink must have been spiked after she got back to the cottage.

Holly said they had a nightcap.

Tomorrow we get those hens out of their henhouse.

Let's go.

'Detectives investigating the death of Sinead Connelly

'are appealing for witnesses in Drumbay on Saturday night to come forward.'

'I'm aware that this is a deeply sensitive time for the family.

'I'm asking anyone with any information or phone footage which may be of help

'to contact us in confidence.

'Thank you.' 'Mary Farrell, Border News.

'Is this a murder inquiry?' 'We are treating it as murder, yes.

'Is it true she was wearing a French maid's costume?'

Arsehole! (DOORBELL)

'One more, please...'

How did you find me?

Welcome to small-town Ireland.

Drink? Don't ever show up here again.

Chill your beans, babe.

While we're at it, if anyone comes into the bar looking for me, you don't know me.

What is wrong with you? It was fun, end of.

You're seeing her again, aren't you? Yeah.

Just as well you didn't get it removed, then, isn't it?

REGAN: (ON VIDEO) Oh, my God, Caitlin!

WOMAN: I'm cooking! (REGAN LAUGHING)

I know how to follow a recipe...

Did you drink a lot? It was a hen party. What do you think?

Drugs? You won't get in trouble.

Just tell the detective the truth.

We took some E. Where did you get it?

Sinead. Where did she get it?

I don't know.

(MUSIC BLARING) Ssh, she'll hear us.

Ready, hens? Down in one.

HOLLY: Taxi's here in five, guys.

What are you guys doing?

The post-mortem showed no trace of ecstasy in her blood.

AISLING: But she took one, I saw her.

She did, however, consume fentanyl. What's that?

A strong prescription painkiller, often associated with date rape.

What?

Enough to make her very drowsy, disoriented and hallucinate.

But she seemed fine all evening. You didn't see anyone spike her drink?

No!

What about when you got home? You all had a nightcap.

Why would any of us spike Sinead's drink?

That's what we want to know. That's why you're here.

Maybe you did it for a laugh. We all know what happens at hen parties, right?

I never saw anyone spike Sinead's drink.

Not at the club or the cottage or anywhere.

Who poured the nightcap?

(EXCITED CHATTER)

To our hen!

And her cock! (SHRIEKS, LAUGHTER)

Yeah, I poured her drink, but I didn't spike it, that's ridiculous!

So, how do you explain the fentanyl in her blood?

I can't. I also can't explain why she was on the pill, either.

Ask Niamh. Best friends(!)

It was she who went outside looking for Sinead after the rest of us went to bed.

That's not what you said before.

Well, I forgot.

When I was cleaning up the next morning, I found muddy footprints on the carpet.

They weren't there when I went to bed.

Do you mind?

We were like sisters.

We did everything together.

I was maid of honour when she married Sean.

When everyone went to bed on Saturday night, did you leave the cottage?

No.

You sure about that? Let me guess.

Holly said that I did. Is she lying?

She was always jealous of my relationship with Sinead.

Answer the question. No. I didn't leave the cottage.

Why did Sinead pretend to take ecstasy?

I dunno. She must have had her reasons.

Why did she take the contraceptive pill?

I didn't know that she was on it.

I thought you were like sisters. (KNOCK ON DOOR)

Ma'am.

We finally got the CCTV from the bar.

This might be something.

Were you sick in the bar? You know, after all the drink and drugs?

No.

Constipated? Excuse me?

How do I put this delicately? Did you need a shite but couldn't go?

Sorry, what is this about? Yeah, I'd like to know, too.

According to the CCTV footage in the bar,

you and Sinead entered the ladies' at 2318 and re-emerged at 2350.

You see here?

I don't know about you, but I only spend more than five minutes in the toilet

if I'm constipated or driving the porcelain bus,

so what were you two talking about for 30 whole minutes?

If I tell you, do you promise not to tell the others?

You're in no position... Yes.

Fine.

Sinead and Sean were having problems.

She wanted my advice. What kind of problems?

She thought he was having an affair. Was he?

Not that I'm aware of.

But that is why she was on the pill.

BOYD: Perhaps if you didn't scare the witnesses you'd get more out of them.

I don't scare witnesses. You scared the girls and Joe.

You nearly gave Doyle a heart attack!

Nobody here has accused me of scaring witnesses.

Maybe because you scare them here, too.

Some people just can't handle taking orders from a woman.

I just thought you'd appreciate some honest feedback.

Trust me, Chief, I don't need you or your feedback.

Problem? No, ma'am.

The press are here.

I thought, er... I thought she was doing the media.

Yes, she is.

Right, follow me.

Need a ride, love?

Go inside, I'll deal with him.

What did they say? Who?

Don't. They wanted statements.

And the pills? I didn't tell them, I swear.

How do I know you're not lying?

Because they'd be here by now, wouldn't they?

I warned her, and now I am warning you. Stay quiet.

REGAN: We're piecing together the timeline from last weekend.

The girls told us you took them canoeing on Saturday afternoon.

That's right. Guys, pick up the paddles, come on.

How did they seem to you? Happy, up for a laugh, you know.

You'd be better speaking to my husband, Ian. It was him who took them out.

Ian, have you got a minute? Over.

'Sure! On my way. Left!'

(LAUGHTER)

Ian, Detectives Regan and Boyd.

You spent most of last Saturday afternoon on the lough with the girls, am I right?

Yeah, it's a popular activity with the hen parties.

They had a great craic, or so they said at the bar.

You went for a drink? Mm-hm.

We both did, it's part of the deal free drink in the pub after.

To be honest, it's more an opportunity to sell them other packages, you know?

After they've had a few?

What time did you leave the bar? Early. Er... about half-eight?

Didn't want to cramp their style.

Are you free?

Aye! Hop in.

You all right? I just need a bit more legroom.

What are you doing?

I'm trying to help you. Get off me! Get off!

Pervert!

(GROANS)

See you tomorrow, yeah... (ENGINE REVVING)

Out of the car! Don't shoot!

Now!

Out of the car!

Who are you? Mary Farrell.

I'm a journalist covering the Sinead Connelly case.

ID.

Why are you following me?

I wanted to talk to the officer in charge of the Sinead Connelly case.

I was refused. That's because she's not in charge.

Well, she is here, but not up in the North.

It's a bit confusing. What the fuck are you...?

I know a tail when I see one. Can I talk to both of you?

BOTH: No.

All media has to go through both chief superintendents.

That's not normal procedure. Normal? This is the border!

They don't do normal here! Forgive my partner, she's from Dublin.

He's not my partner. He doesn't belong. He should go back to where he does belong.

That's a bit rich coming from you.

You probably only got this job because of your father.

What did you say?

The son of a murdered RUC sergeant now works with An Garda Siochana

fits very nicely with the "we're working together to fight crime" bollocks!

You wait, they'll be arranging a photo shoot with you and Patrick Gorman,

just to show there's no hard feelings.

Like I said, I like to know who I'm working with!

Can I go now? Yeah, and don't follow me again!

Regan? Hey! Hey!

What do you know about Patrick Gorman?

He killed your father when you were a kid, or so they say.

So they say! There's no proof. So, why'd he disappear?

In those days, everyone was leaving Ireland.

Well, he's back now. What?

He came back two years ago, runs a furniture store in Castleblayney.

How do you know all this? I know someone who knows.

(PHONE RINGING)

Regan.

OK, we're on our way.

We have new CCTV... Where are you going? Back to where I belong.

Fuck off!

All right, what have you got?

Street camera picked up this car, registered to Cara Dooley.

Joe's mum? Yes, but it wasn't her driving.

And these are some images we received during our inquiries.

This is the CCTV from The Castle bar.

Here's the girls arriving at 2030.

Who walks in the door 20 minutes later? Joe Dooley.

So much for spending all evening at home with his mother watching TV! Let's go!

Maybe we should do some kind of memorial ceremony before we leave?

Yeah, that's a good idea.

I'll call the local priest. I'll do it.

While he's at it, he can hear your confession.

Shut up, Holly!

"Whoever conceals his transgressions will not prosper.

"But he who confesses and forsakes them will obtain mercy."

(SLAMS CROCKERY)

It stinks in here. I'm going for a walk.

You can't. It'll be dark soon.

There's a killer out there. Or in here.

Give it a rest! For all we know, you spiked Sinead's drink!

For all we know, you did. Stop it, please.

Sinead would hate to see us fighting like this.

(♪ PIANO PLAYING CLASSICAL MELODY)

(GUNSHOTS)

(STOPS PLAYING)

What made you change your mind?

I couldn't work with Regan.

She's a bloody nightmare.

(TAPPING KEYBOARD)

(DISTANT SIRENS)

Ma'am, we found this.

It looks like Sinead's jacket.

You're making a mistake. He didn't do it.

Joe!

(TWIG BREAKS)

You need to make this work.

It reflects badly on us if we're the ones seen to be walking away.

When you started coming onto her, she wasn't interested so you spiked her drink.

You're a drug dealer, you carry fentanyl when you're out hunting

in case your victims don't fall for your looks and charm.

On the night of the murder, Joe said the lough was still and silent.

"Like a mirror" he said.

You can't lay a finger on me.