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I think there were two killers.

Just before the brothers were shot,

one of them holds onto the other one's finger so tight,

years later he's still holding onto it.

Sam, what do you think about this mark?

It's an RUC badge, all right. - Are you sure?

I saw it every day I was growing up.

Any developments in this case, I'm supposed to hear about them from you

not from Sam Ryan.

- I'm going to go back to Ireland. - You could just make a phone call.

It's our case. Let's do this properly.

I know why you're here.

You want to know the truth about your father.

I'm here because those bodies are my responsibility.

Professor Ryan wants to keep control of the investigation

because she's worried.

About what?

Her father worked at Armagh, near where the bodies were found.

- Sam. - I don't want to hear it.

You'll find Joe at McGlashan Street magistrates.

How long did you schedule for this?

"4:40, meet my long-lost son.

"5:45, get a flight back to my real life."

- I just wanted to help. - Help yourself, maybe.

What are you waiting for? Get out!

I thought you might've been up to the hospital

to see how your mother's been doing.

Yeah, 'cause we're so close.

She's your mother.

She was nearly killed outside your house.

I didn't see what happened.

She was picking things up off the street.

- What was she picking up off the street? - I didn't see.

- What was she picking up? - Look, I threw her bag into the street.

Maybe that's what she was picking up. I don't know.

- She comes here to help you... - Yeah, right!

And you toss her bag into the street.

- We were having a row. - You're an idiot. An idiot.

Is she gonna be okay?

"Our Father, who art in heaven,

"hallowed be thy name."

Just so you don't forget me.

Do you remember my name?

"who trespass against us."

So, how's she doing?

She's got a fractured skull, but she's going to be okay.

Do you think it was deliberate?

After what happened to us, do you think it was a coincidence?

Excuse me!

I phoned up.

Katy Quinn.

The stuff in the paper about the little finger.

I thought they might be my brothers.

Liam was ten and John Anthony was nine

when our children's home closed down.

We got split up.

- I never saw them again. - What's this got to do with the finger?

John Anthony was frightened. At night I'd hear him.

"Will you hold my hand, Liam? I'm scared of the dark."

Liam wouldn't do it. Boys didn't hold hands.

And then I'd hear John Anthony. "Will you hold my wee finger, then?"

That's how they'd go to sleep.

I see.

I was supposed to look after them.

I said to you, if I found anything.

I appreciate you bringing it in.

Just don't think I'm ready to open it.

It's probably nothing you don't know already.

What's it like having your father back?

It's... I don't know.

Peaceful.

I'm pleased for you.

To remind passengers

to keep all personal belongings and hand luggage with you at all times.

All unattended items will be removed.

- Sorry. Turbulence. - What are you doing here?

- I'll go back if you like. - No, I'm glad you've come.

So...

Fractured skull?

Hairline. No traumatic injury to the brain.

- Which is nice. - Yeah, I might need it.

- Do you think it was an accident? - It was pretty fast.

Walter said that, um, it happened outside Joe's flat.

That's not why I came over here.

I didn't say it was.

You didn't tell me that you had a son.

I came to find the badge.

He's your son. You're entitled to visit him.

Walter, would you listen to me?

Look, she might be in there for days.

It's an opportunity to get the investigation back on our turf.

George, Sam Ryan's a good friend.

I'm hardly going to take advantage of her accident.

The matter's closed.

Excuse me. Can I have a discharge form, please?

I'll get one.

- That's my father. - Oh.

And that's George Nevin.

I didn't know they were at Armagh together.

He didn't say he knew my father.

- Hello? - Hi, Leo.

I've got the DNA results from the brothers.

Material from underneath the fingernails shows two different types of DNA.

Two bullets, two weapons, and now two different sets of DNA.

Oh, has Nevin mentioned that he actually worked with Sam's father?

Yeah, I thought as much.

Well, any news?

The bodies are confirmed as Liam and John Anthony Quinn.

- Is that it? - For now.

And what about the, um, the results on the fingernail clippings?

Still waiting.

Were you at Armagh at the same time as Sam's father?

No, he was much older than me.

- That's nice. - Mmm.

Cath thought the office needed brightening up.

- How's your knot? - Oh, it's okay?

Good hard Ulster skull on you, eh?

Did you get a visit from Joe?

- No. - He seemed very upset.

Oh...

We want to look at the custody records,

to see if the brothers were interrogated here.

I have them ready for you. 1973.

And 1974. Hmm?

You seem pretty convinced that Liam Quinn was holding an RUC badge.

- Aren't you? - Yeah, I think it's a possibility.

But let's not lose the shape of this.

I'm about to lock up.

That's a bit sharp, isn't it?

Yeah. Uh, squash match.

I'll only be a few minutes.

20th of April 1974, Liam Quinn and John Anthony Quinn,

arrested in connection with...

The Gilmore Street bombing.

Four police officers were killed in that.

The bombers knew it was a police bar.

The brothers were released on the 23rd of April, midday.

Sam?

William Ryan. Your father was the custody sergeant.

April the 23rd.

He was killed by a bomb in his car the next morning.

Who were the investigating officers?

We'll have to check.

This can't just be coincidence.

- Are you all right? - Yeah, I just need some air.

What's going on, Walter?

The Quinns, they weren't the bombers.

No. We got somebody else for Gilmore Street.

Did any of my father's friends die in that?

We all had friends who died.

- What's wrong, Sam? - He was the custody sergeant.

Yeah. So?

Are you worried that your father might've been involved in some way

- in the Quinn brothers' deaths? - Well, you tell me.

But you haven't got any evidence.

Is that why he was killed? Out of revenge?

One murder leads to another, to another...

Ah, Sam!

Listen.

You've been under a lot of pressure.

Just tell me what you know, Walter.

Please.

I have never seen any proof that connects your father

with these or, indeed, with any other killings.

Hmm?

Okay?

- Have you been home yet? - I came straight from the airport.

Duty before pleasure, eh?

Actually, I was curious.

Oh, yeah? About what?

About why you brought me back.

Sam Ryan's hit-and-run.

What about it?

I want you to take it over.

All right.

What have we got on it?

I've a fair idea who might be responsible.

Who?

Now, George.

I wouldn't want to pre-empt your investigations.

Maybe your father did the right thing,

released the Quinns after three days, did it by the book.

Maybe it was the interrogating officers who took matters into their own hands.

- So why was he killed? - I don't know.

It could be that your father's death and the Quinns' are completely unrelated.

I need to see my father's things.

Whatever was recovered from the wreckage.

- Why? - Don't question me.

Do you think there might be a badge missing from his tunic?

- I don't know what to think. - Mmm.

- What about Walter? - This is between you and me.

Walter's loyalty was to my father, not to the truth.

- You think the truth is worth this? - Always.

My father taught me that.

What's up?

The badge is missing.

It may have disintegrated in the blast.

Why would there have been three shirts?

All police issue.

The blood spatters on these are different.

See the way the flecks taper upwards?

Blood spray coming up at the assailant.

Maybe... Maybe from the victims kneeling in front of them.

God!

- Did he carry spare shirts? - I don't know.

Sam, where are you going?

It was my father, Leo. It was my father!

- You don't have any hard evidence. - What was he doing with those shirts?

- I don't know. - He was concealing evidence.

Or securing it.

You don't secure evidence by taking it home.

You might, if you don't know who you can trust.

Stop making excuses for him!

Why are you doing this to yourself?

I don't know. I don't know what to believe.

Hello.

Joe.

How am I?

Hi, Leo. Yeah, just landed.

I'll meet you and Sam at the hotel, okay?

Okay, bye.

Everything I've done since his death has been leading me to this moment.

- My father's a murderer. - Oh, Sam.

It's just been one huge joke.

Wait until you know the facts.

How are you feeling?

I could be better.

Well, I have something for you.

I've matched one of the two sets of DNA from the Quinns' fingernails.

All I brought was flowers.

It's DCI Nevin.

How the hell do you know that?

I nicked some of his saliva.

So, who does the other DNA belong to?

George Nevin?

Surprised us, too.

Did he volunteer the sample?

I don't think how we got it is the issue.

I'd better bring him in, then.

Got a problem here, George.

What kind of a problem?

- I'm going to have to arrest you. - What? What for?

They've got some evidence against you.

- What kind of evidence? - DNA.

DNA?

Where would they have gotten that from, George?

They've stitched me up.

They've obtained it without your permission,

so they can't do anything with it.

So keep it tight and you'll be fine.

- How can you say that? - Because you've done nothing wrong.

I want to help you, George. We've got to do it this way.

'Cause if I'm seen to favor you, it'll work against you.

Listen.

I need to go home.

No.

I need to talk to Valerie.

I'll come and get you in an hour.

One hour.

Do you remember the first thing you stole?

Um...

Some football cards, when I was about eight.

Did you get them for yourself?

- No. - For someone else?

Another boy in Glenbrook, one of the homes.

Compulsive behavior patterns are not uncommon

among people who've been adopted.

That's really fascinating. Is it going to keep me out of prison?

- I doubt it. - So what's the point?

- It might lessen your sentence. - Do you reckon?

Look, just tell her. Will you tell her what will keep me out of prison?

If you're willing to appear as a character witness...

Do you know what I mean? Professor Ryan up there,

the judge'll be standing to attention.

I can't be a character witness. I don't know you.

The judge doesn't have to know that.

- I'm not going to lie! - I'm not asking you to lie!

I'm asking you to stretch the truth a wee bit.

- No. - "No?" So why are you here?

George Nevin's good people,

so keep the cuffs in your pocket and show a bit of respect, all right?

Should he try anything, though, give him the full treatment.

- What's happened? - Is George in, Valerie?

He should have been back about an hour ago.

- Something's happened, hasn't it? - Has he contacted you?

No.

Not going to offer me a lift?

I'm not going your way.

I understand your not wanting to lie in court, you know.

Putting your job at risk and all that.

This has got nothing to do with my job.

Then again, maybe you want me to go to prison.

- Out of sight, out of mind. - What are you talking about?

- Maybe you think that's what I need? - Yeah, maybe I do.

Have you any idea what it's like in prison?

Look, what is it with you?

You lie, you steal from me,

you almost get me killed,

and then you don't even have the decency to turn up and see how I am.

Just stay away from me. I don't want to see you again.

Did you think I didn't hear you?

Open your coat.

There's no need for this, George.

Go in. Go in!

Keep your hands where I can see them.

I think you should put the gun down.

How much did you pay that young lad to run over Sam Ryan, eh?

Hmm?

We needed control of the investigation.

I told you not to panic, George. You're behaving as if you're guilty.

I am guilty.

But they can't prove you pulled the trigger.

Will you listen to me?

The Quinn brothers were suspected of murdering four police officers.

You interrogated them, you did your job.

So it got a bit rough in those days. They can't lock you up for that.

We were in hell, George, hell.

We were trying to save our bloody country.

- We were wrong. - And we'll be judged.

You're going to have to give yourself up.

You can help me to get away.

That won't work.

What about Valerie? Use your head, for God's sake!

They can't prove a thing.

I'll see to it.

Yeah. What happens when they get you?

Oh, I volunteered my DNA years ago.

That wasn't yours.

It wasn't yours.

Take it easy, George. Take it easy.

Do you remember when we searched the warehouse for this?

- Hmm? - What is it?

When I heard that those bastards had risen from the dead,

my first thought was, I bet one of those corpses has got George's badge.

So I went down there to have a look.

And sure enough...

I did it for you, George.

I did it for you.

We can get through this one, too.

We'll get through it.

You saw your son today?

- How did it go? - Great.

He wants me to lie for him, as a character witness.

Right.

I don't know him.

- Are you sure that's what he wants? - Yeah.

What he really wants?

He's only interested in what he can get out of me.

Every time I see him, he makes me feel completely awful.

Why? Because you want a relationship with him?

No, because he treats me like crap.

There's never going to be any relationship.

We have nothing in common.

Complete strangers.

Well, you wouldn't let anybody else get to you like this.

I don't know why I contacted him. I don't know what I was thinking.

Maybe you weren't thinking.

I'm not a parent.

I'm not a mother. He's not my son.

So, what? Walk away?

Joe!

Joe, can you hear me?

I'm going to give you an injection now.

You've got to work with us.

- Who are you? - I'm going in with him.

- Remain in the waiting room. - I'm going in with him.

- Who are you? - I'm his mother.

- Who are you? - I'm his mother. I'm going with him.

Straight through.

I'm his mother!

Are you all right?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'm as right as rain.

Do you want a photograph or something?

Have you nothing better to do today?

Have you ever seen a dead body?

I don't know. Have you checked your pulse recently?

I see them every day.

Yeah, that's your choice.

What did you think you were doing?

I was doing what I always do.

You think self-pity's a good enough reason for suicide?

What is this supposed to be? Tough love or something?

Don't flatter yourself.

How is he?

Pain in the neck.

- Oh, on the mend, then. - What's wrong?

DCI Nevin has been found dead.

You don't have to come. Harry's dealing with it.

Thanks.

What do you make of it?

I don't think it was suicide.

He hasn't rested the muzzle under his chin to steady the aim.

There's too much powder.

So what have we got?

Well, the entire cabin's been wiped,

so we've got a forensically aware killer.

It's a job I've done a hundred times.

I just couldn't get the words out.

But this is different. He was your friend.

Valerie staring ahead, knowing... Knowing that her husband must be dead.

And I just couldn't say the words.

Well, nobody can be strong all the time.

Excuse me, has Joe Galvin been moved?

No, he discharged himself about half an hour ago.

All right, thanks.

I didn't expect you to be out of hospital.

Full of surprises, me, eh?

Listen.

I've been given a chance to stay out of prison.

Yeah? And how does that one work?

If you and your team go back to London

and let the people here finish the job.

Now look, I am not asking you to lie.

Right, and if I go along with this,

what, all your charges will just disappear?

No, what they do is, they just alter the date on the arrest sheet,

and then they've got to throw it out of court.

You're asking me to tell my colleagues we're going back to London?

Only to keep me out of prison.

You're telling me to betray my principles?

Would you like me to point out

just a couple of the things that happened to me in prison?

I'm not doing it.

- Do you want me to be beaten up? - No, of course not.

- Would you like me to be raped? - Stop it!

You actually couldn't give a shit if I lived or died.

- You have used me from day one. - You're right,

I've used you since day one!

Stop it! Stop it, now!

When you said to me I'd only got in touch with you

because of the court case,

you were right, but that was just...

It was something for me to hide behind.

Because I just... I just genuinely felt so...

Just, like, pathetic.

Absolutely pathetic!

But you don't understand.

You're my mother. You! You are my mum.

I've spent the last 30 years praying, hoping you were gonna come back again.

It's like the...

It's like the... I don't want the...

There's a two-year-old guy, right, and he's in there.

And there's a wee five-year-old guy and he's in there, right beside him.

And then there's this nine-year-old guy, and he's, I mean, he's really panicking.

He's... He's really freaked out. He doesn't know what...

And all of a sudden, he's...

He's a completely messed up 15-year-old, right?

And then...

And now I'm like a 30-year-old man.

And all I've ever wanted, all I've ever wanted is for you to love me.

And I guess I can't expect somebody to...

Give out something that they don't know they have.

Sam, I've been trying to phone you. - The plant in Walter's office...

- What's happened? - We're going back.

We're going back? SAM: Ulster Forensics can take over.

We can't go back.

We have just found evidence that implicates Walter in Nevin's murder.

Pollen traces from the plant in his office.

Nevin could have carried it there.

- Has Walter threatened you? - No.

- Has he got something on your father? - No.

- I don't believe you're doing this. - We're going back tomorrow.

So you've come to say goodbye, then?

We're going tomorrow, but I wanted to speak to you first.

Well, Cath's having a little lie-down, so maybe we can keep it quiet.

How dare you use my son against me.

You've been doing it from the start.

You found my most vulnerable spot, and you stuck the knife in.

But Sam, I've only tried to help you.

You told Joe you could keep him out of prison if he got me to go home.

Is that right?

You disgust me.

Your investigation led to the suicide of my closest colleague.

Suicide?

Why was pollen from the plant in your office found at the scene, Walter?

Must have come off Nevin.

You killed him.

Where's your proof of that?

I have no proof.

I've no proof you killed the Quinn brothers, either.

And what are you doing here, then?

My father had that proof. Didn't he?

What?

He had your shirt.

Yours and Nevin's.

What are you talking about?

He was going to turn you in.

You blew him up.

Sam,

would you leave my house, please?

Did you?

Did you do any of those things?

- What? - The things she said to you.

- Oh, Cath... - You should have been appalled.

Why... Why weren't you appalled, Walter?

I'm tired.

I'm just tired of it all. Very tired.

Is any of it true?

Oh, my God.

You can make your arrangement.

- Look, I don't want you to do this. - You're too late.

No, I'm going to call Walter, tell him that you've changed your mind.

You'll go to prison?

Yeah. And then I'll come out again.

It's too late.

Are you actually going now?

Yeah.

Okay.

And what about me?

You got what you wanted.

No, I haven't.

"of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear brothers,

"John Anthony Quinn and Liam Quinn,

"here departed.

"We therefore commit their bodies to the ground.

"Earth to earth, ashes to ashes,

"dust to dust,

"in sure and certain hope of the Resurrection to eternal life,

"through our Lord Jesus Christ."

Katy, you know Harry. This is Sam Ryan.

I don't know what to say.

- That's all right. - Leo told me about your father.

- Trying to get justice for my brothers. - He was just doing his job.

Thanks for everything you've done.

I suppose this is as good a time as any to tell you.

I've resigned from the department and the Home Office.

You've resigned?

Why?

The reasons for doing my job have gone.

Er, Sam, you've had a tough couple of weeks.

Yeah, just take a break...

Take a month off, see how you feel then.

Don't make this any more difficult than it already is, eh?

You're just going to walk away from the job?

What are you going to do?

I don't know yet.

She'll come round.

Professor Ryan, would you tell the court your relationship to the defendant?

I'm his mother, but I've only just moved back here.

The point is, I've only known my son for a few weeks.

We're getting to know each other slowly.

I gave him away as a baby,

and now I want him back.

- Leo? - Mmm-hmm?

I never thought she'd do it.

It's you and me now, mate.

All right, then.