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DOYLE: Drunk stags and hens
in a wee Irish town?

She's asking for trouble.

BOYD: The body washed up
in the North,

we've a duty to investigate,

starting with the postmortem.

No way. We're doing the PM.

Belfast and Dublin want
this investigation

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

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

In the North, Detective Boyd.

She was staying with friends
in a rental cottage outside Drumbay.

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

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

so stay put till you hear from me.

What time did you leave the bar?
Half eight.

Didn't want to cramp their style.

Where were you Saturday night?
Here with me ma watching telly.

Sinead's blood alcohol was moderate,

but she did test positive
for fentanyl.

I warned her, and I'm warning you.

SIRENS WAILING

Ma'am, we found this,
it looks like Sinead's jacket.

CARLA: You're making a mistake,
he didn't do it. Joe!

Are you free?
Aye, hop in.

What are you doing?!

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

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.

Well, he's back now.
What?

He came back two years ago.

He runs a furniture store
in Castleblayney.

ORMONDE: She wore a wedding ring,
but it's missing.

Any marriage problems?

Simple question.
No.

She thought he was having an affair.
Was he?

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

GASPS

# 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

# Pay the Devil his due

# Pay the Devil his due. #

BIRDSONG

KNOCKING

Niamh?

Niamh?!
What's going on?

Did either of you see Niamh
come back inside last night?

I didn't notice.
I wasn't bothered.

Niamh?!
What?

Thank God.

You had me worried.

Good afternoon, sir.
How can I help you?

Just looking.
No problem.

Feel free to ask me any questions.

Actually, I do have a question.

Did you kill my father,
James Boyd, in 1991?

Yes.

I thought so.

PHONE RINGING

DC SHAKIR: Sir? Sir?

Chief wants to see you.

KNOCK ON DOOR

OK. Thanks.

Philip!

Got your email.
Aye, sir.

Sorry I couldn't make it work.

Clash of personalities
more than anything.

In my view,

DC Shakir would make an excellent
alternative to liaise with Regan.

Look, I know it's difficult
working with another force,

especially one we've had, at best,
a chequered past with,

but you need to make this work.

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

So don't let them show us up.

Do I make myself understood...
Detective?

Aye, sir.

What size are they?

What?
Them shoes?

36.

They'll do my daughter.
Give 'em here.

Have you never heard of recycling?

We've only the one planet, you know.

We need to look after it.

You're welcome... Greta.
PHONE RINGING

Regan. Yes, ma'am.

It was his decision, not mi...

Yes, ma'am.

DOYLE: If I remember anything else,
I'll be sure to let you know.

What was that about?

Some girl in my cab did a runner.

So I reported her.
Oh.

How much?

Does it matter?

Sure I'll never see it.

REGAN: I like what you're thinking,
but I don't see the connection.

Boss.

I'll take that coffee now, Maguire.
Yeah, all right, boss.

You, too?
Me, too.

Look, if we're going to
make this work,

we need to establish
some rules of engagement.

Like in a war?

Yes, only we're not at war, are we?
At least, not any more.

OK, I'll tell you what.

You write down your list of rules,

I'll write down mine,
then we can compare.

OK. Good.
We can come back to this further...

Done!
What?

My list. I just sent it to you.
PHONE BUZZES

"When you're in the South,
you do as I say."

That's it?

That's it.

SIGHS

What was Sinead Connelly's jacket
doing in your house?

I found it on the beach
Sunday morning

when I was walking the dog.

I thought that it might belong
to one of the girls,

but when I got back to the cottage,
there was no sign of life.

I assumed they were sleeping off
the night before,

so I decided to wait
until they were checking out to ask.

So why was it still
in your possession?

I forgot about it.

You forgot about it?

Did you, er... "forget"
where you were on Saturday night?

That was me ma's idea.

She said you'd try
and pin the murder on me.

Mammy's boy?
Do you always do what she says?

She is right, isn't she?

Did you speak to Sinead
while you were at the bar?

I spoke to all of them.

According to the CCTV,
you left the bar around midnight?

It was a hen night,
and I am no hen.

And you went straight home?
Yeah.

We trawled through the CCTV,

and there's no sign of your car.

I was wasted, so I walked.

I'm a law-abiding citizen.

Except when you're supplying drugs.

No comment.
Did you walk home along the road?

No, the beach, when the tide is out,
it is quicker that way.

Did you see anyone else
on your midnight jaunt?

Not a soul.

So you got home, went to bed

and didn't surface till the morning
when you walked the dog, correct?

Yeah.

And you never saw Sinead again?

No.

He has no alibi.
And we've no witnesses or fentanyl.

What about searching
his house again?

Maybe you missed something.

His ma will have got rid
of anything by now.

How much longer can you keep him?
Not long enough.

The place was heaving, you know.
It was full of stags and hens.

I remember the girls, though, cos
of what they were wearing, you know?

Do you remember anyone
bothering them at all?

Especially Sinead?

I can't honestly say.

Do you know this man?

Joe Dooley. Local lad.
He comes in here sometimes.

Ever see him selling drugs?
Not inside.

I'd kill him.
What about outside?

It's not my job to spy on people
unless they're in here.

Can I ask the witness a question?

Go ahead.
I need her permission.

Permission granted.
Thank you.

Has anyone ever reported
having their drink spiked?

It happens.

Not just in here,
all the bars in town.

We always tell the girls,
"Keep an eye on your drinks."

You know how it is.

Aye, aye. Any recent incidents?

There was one a few weeks back.

I remember cos
it happened on my birthday.

When's that?
26th of May.

It was a Saturday night.
Town was rammed.

Polish girl.

Don't know her name.

She was completely out of it,

but insisted
she hadn't been drinking.

Hm, so what did you do?

I offered to call an ambulance,
but she refused.

Said she just wanted to go home.

She got in a taxi and...

..that was the last I saw of her.

Would you recognise the taxi
or the driver?

I couldn't tell you.

There were loads of taxis there
that night.

I want you to check out which taxis
were operating that night.

See if we can find the one
that took the Polish girl home.

Yes, ma'am. Actually,
I was just about to call you.

Sinead's phone record's come in.

Anything?

'She texted twice
on Saturday night.'

Once to her husband, Sean.

And the other?

Permission to question
these witnesses?

OK, Boyd, you made your point,
you don't need to keep asking,

but when I tell you to button it,
you button it.

Is this a reciprocal arrangement?

In the North,
I can tell you to button it?

Yeah, whatever. Now button it.

Officers. How can we help?

Mr Walsh, according
to Sinead's phone records,

she texted you
at 2.15am Sunday morning.

That's right.

And you didn't think
to mention it before?

It was just a confirmation text for
the canoe experience on the Sunday.

To be honest,
I didn't think it was important.

In this type of investigation,
every little detail is important.

Of course. I'm sorry.

We talked about it with the girls
the night before in the bar.

Like I told you,
it's a marketing tool.

Do you still have the message?
Er, sure.

If I remember right,
it was just a thumbs-up emoji,

so I made the booking.

You can see for yourself.

You never said about a text message.
I forgot, OK?

It came at two in the morning.
What do you want me to do?

Wake you up
so I can make the booking?

I'm sorry, love, I...

This whole business
is just so upsetting.

Yeah.

Yeah, OK.

Sergeant?
Yeah?

There's a woman here,
says she has information

that might be relevant
to the murder inquiry.

Thanks.

THUNDER RUMBLING

Mrs Dooley? He didn't do it,
that's all I'm saying.

Come on, Lola.

He drove your car on Saturday night

and he's dealing drugs
from your house,

making you an accessory.

You could go to prison, and then
who'll look after little Lola?

I heard the front door go,

so I got up and saw Joe walking
towards the beach

with a bottle of wine.

BOYD: How long was he gone?

Ten, 15 minutes tops.

You saw him come back?
Yes.

He saw I was awake
and came to check I was OK.

He was fine!

Said he just fancied a drink
on the beach.

Believe me, if he had just murdered
someone in cold blood, I'd know.

LOLA BARKS,
ENGINE STARTS

Told you Joe was lying.
Doesn't make him a killer.

Doesn't not make him a killer
either.

PHONE RINGING

DC Shakir.

Yeah, just a quick heads-up,
Sergeant.

Very soon, there's going to be
a United Ireland

so I suggest that you join us now
in An Garda Siochana.

'You know, to beat the rush.'
What do you want, Maguire?

Well, there's a woman here,

she's the wife of Paddy Doyle,
the taxi driver?

What about him?

PHONE RINGING

Regan.
'Yeah, hi, boss. Maguire here.'

I'm just after interviewing
Annie Doyle there.

She's the wife of Paddy Doyle,
the taxi driver?

She said on the night of the murder,

he didn't get in until 6am,

and he told her he fell asleep
in his car at the end of his shift.

She said when he got home,

he put his clothes
straight in the wash.

So, yeah, anyway, I ran
a background check on him. And?

Nothing. So then I checked in
with DC Shakir,

and she found a conviction
for assault against his first wife.

'He was living up North at the time,

'which is why it didn't show up
on our records.'

But, yeah, get this, erm...

A young female made a complaint
about him yesterday.

Says Doyle came on to her in a cab.

Where's Doyle now?

TYRES SCREECH

BOYD: Take it easy, Regan.

Ah, relax!
Regan! Come on!

EXCITED CHATTER

That's a big flock of hens
for our fox.

WHOOPING

There he is.

Go, go, go.
STARTS ENGINE

Get out of the way!
HORN BLASTS

Get out of the...!

Just catch me up.
Regan!

Goddammit!

Police! Open the door!

Open the door!

HORN HONKS

Open the door! Open the door!

Open the fucking door!

He's heading for the ferry terminal.
I might know a short cut!

HORN HONKING
Move! Come on!

Fuck. Move!

Shite!

PHONE RINGS

Yeah? Drive round.
Meet me on the other side.

That'll take 40 minutes.
You'll be there in 20.

Then drive faster.

Let's not make a scene.

We'll wait here quietly
till we get to the other side.

LAUGHS

You can't touch me.
No?

Why's that, then?
See that red post out there?

That marks the border.

We are now officially in the North.

Which means this is not your turf.

You can't lay a finger on me.

ON PHONE: 'We can get a unit there
in about 30 minutes.'

Is there no-one closer?
'No, sir. Sorry.'

OK.

Uh! You're not allowed in here.

Turn around.
What?

Do as I say. Turn and go back.

I can't. There's not enough depth
here to turn.

OK, then, slow down.

What for? What's this about?
There's a fugitive on board.

I need time for PSNI officers
to get to the other side.

I can't.

This is the last run
before low tide.

It's too dangerous.

PHONE RINGS

Yeah?
Where are you?

Be there in ten minutes.

Shite!

I've called for back-up, so...

Regan? Regan! Regan! Regan!

Hey, you!

You! Come on, I need your help.
Come on! Get down there.

Fuck!

He says after his shift on Saturday,
he went to see his girlfriend.

Girlfriend?
So he says.

That's why he ran.
He doesn't want his wife to know.

Can he prove it?
Girlfriend lives here in the North.

So, we can check the border cameras.

What about the Polish girl?

Never heard of her.

Says he picks up drunk girls and
drops them home all the time safely.

What a superhero (!)

Do you want me to bring him in?
Not yet.

We need to talk to Joe first.

Seize his passport for now.
He's a flight risk.

OK.

By the way,
he says you owe him a tyre.

Tell him he's mistaken me
for someone who actually cares.

Your mother told us

she saw you go to the beach
with a bottle of wine.

So, are you going to tell us
the truth this time?

OK, I admit I did follow Sinead
down to the beach.

Just for a drink, that's all.

I swear. We hit it off in the bar,
so I thought why not?

In for a penny.

No, you thought
she took one of your pills

so the two of you could have sex,
with or without her consent.

It wasn't like that.

'She was smoking.
It was very quiet.'

The water was dead still,

it was like a mirror,
and she said something like...

Sorry, did we wake you?

And I said, "Yeah."

But you can make it up to me.

And did she?
No!

She asked to be alone, so I left.

She seemed distracted.

I assumed it was
cos of what happened in the bar.

'At first, they seemed to be
having a good time together.

'I sat at the bar. I got a drink.

'I saw Sinead and Niamh dancing,
and I decided to go over.'

'What were you doing?'
'We were dancing together.'

Having a good time, and
then Sinead said something to Niamh.

Sinead... Sinead...

'What did she say?'
'I couldn't hear it.'

But it upset Niamh.

You make out like
you're Mr Sensitive,

but in truth, you're a predator.

Like you preyed on that Polish girl
a few weeks back,

and who knows how many others?

I have no idea
what you are talking about.

What Polish girl?

I think Sinead did agree
to have a drink with you

on the beach that night.

But when you started
coming on to her,

she wasn't interested
so you spiked her drink.

Pure conjecture.
You're a drug dealer.

You carry fentanyl
when you're out hunting.

It's your insurance policy

in case your victims
don't fall for your rustic charm.

Stop now, Detective.
Good luck with that.

You do remember that Polish girl.

How many other women
have there been, Joe?

This interview is over.

He was in the vicinity
at the time of the murder,

he's a drug dealer
and his only alibi is his mother.

It's not enough.
I wasn't asking you.

Our CPS wouldn't accept it.
I doubt your DPP would either.

You don't know
how we do things here.

I certainly know how you do things.

He's right, Regan.

Charge him with possession with
intent to supply and let him go.

And while you're at it,
tell those hens they can leave, too.

They've been through enough.

Fuck!

If he kills again, it's on you.

SIGHS

I tried stalking you online.

You know,
how your friend stalked me?

What did you find?

There is a Sergeant Regan
in Limerick, but he's a he.

It appears you don't exist.

Which leads me to believe
that Regan is not your real name.

Which suggests that
you're hiding from something.

Or someone.
Aren't we all?

What are you doing? Regan?

What is it?

Saw Sinead's husband.
What's he still doing here?

That's my question, too.

I thought you were leaving?
I was.

But it was until the girls organised
a memorial service for tomorrow,

so I'm staying on.

Everything OK?
Yeah.

Just a bit of peace.

PHONE CHIMES

That'll be Sean telling you
we're here.

I'd already decided
before coming here

that we needed to
stop seeing each other,

before Sinead found out.

But it was too late.

We were dancing,

having great craic,
like the old days.

She'd known for weeks.

I know.

But she didn't believe it.

So she went on the pill in case.

So she planned it?

She waited for the right time,
when my guard was down.

That's why she didn't get drunk
or take an E.

She must've spat it out.

I told her I loved you,

but it was over.

I couldn't do it to her any more.

How did she respond?

'Angry. Upset.

'We both were.
We went to the bathroom and talked.'

But then she calmed down.
She didn't want the others to know.

She didn't want to spoil
Charlotte's weekend.

Typical Sinead
always putting others first.

So no-one else knows about you two?

No. And we want
to keep it that way, don't we?

So you did go looking for her
on the beach?

'Yeah.'

YELLS: Sinead!

Please!

SOBBING: I'm sorry!

I love you.

'Did you hear anything?'
'No.'

Just the waves
lapping against the rocks.

HOLLY: How could you?

Her husband?

Her best friend?

You disgust me, both of you.

You see this?

Sinead's wedding ring.
The ring you put on her finger.

Why do you have it?

When she went out for a smoke,
I knew that something was wrong

so I went out to talk to her.

She told me Sean
was having an affair,

but she refused to say
who it was with.

She was so upset.

She was gonna throw it in the lough,
but I persuaded her not to.

I offered to look after it till
she was ready to make a decision.

But now you can keep it,

to remind yourself
of your treachery.

RING CLATTERS

Sinead texted you on Saturday night.
What did she say?

"I still love you."

Right.

Why are we stopping here?

Let's talk in the pub.
It's quieter, and I need a pint.

I don't drink.
Against your religion is it, Chief?

I was an alcoholic.

I haven't had a drink in nine years.

See?
You don't know everything about me.

You can buy me a coke.

Sean's alibi checked out.

There are five people
willing to testify

that he was with them
till three in the morning

and was too pissed to walk home,

let alone drive 90 miles to Drumbay.

That leaves Doyle and Joe
still in the frame.

But Joe is about to be released
from custody.

Thanks.
You're welcome.

Does anyone here like you?

I didn't come here to be liked.
Oh, why did you come here?

We're talking about Sinead.
And I'm talking about you.

It might help to share.

You ever "shared"
about Patrick Gorman?

No.

Huh. There you are, then.

We do have something in common
after all.

We both don't talk about our past.

I didn't know about Gorman
until I joined the force.

There were rumours
about his involvement,

but, like I said,
there was no evidence.

I still think about
what happened that night,

but not all the time, just...

..things trigger the memory.

GUNSHOTS

Now he's back and he's reinvented
himself as a furniture salesman.

Clearly, he's moved on.

Like I should.

Thanks for the drink.

Boyd...

If I tell you why I'm here...

..you have to swear not to talk
about it again to me or to anyone.

No more sharing.

Cross my heart, hope to die.

Somebody I helped put away
is out on parole.

This person wants to kill me
and has the means to do it.

So, for my safety,

and the safety of certain people
close to me,

I was sent here a few months ago.

None of them know where I am.

I cut all ties.

So, until this person can be
safely put back in their box,

I'm stuck here.

That's why I don't exist.

A-hem!

How are yer?

One muddy gift deserves another.

I hate carrots.

That's cos
you haven't tasted real ones.

Are you spying on me?
Yes!

You're welcome.

You should put that in your sermon.

You know what Tom's like.
LAUGHS

Ah, there's the man himself.
Adam, sorry I missed the meeting.

I'm afraid there's no cake left.
It was too good.

As ever.

You could have phoned.

I didn't have a minute.

We said a prayer for the wee lass
who lost her life.

That's good.

Alan, look, I promise
I'll be at the next Bible meeting.

Don't make promises you can't keep.

PIANO PLAYING
CLASSICAL MELODY

Daddy!
GUNSHOT

STOPS PLAYING

I'm glad she's a lesbian,
or I'd be worried.

I was thinking, maybe it's time
we got a new sofa.

That one's had it's day,
don't you think?

Can we afford it?

Yeah. I know a store. Yeah.

Leave it with me.

CONTINUES PLAYING

PRIEST: Where there's hatred,
let me sow love.

Where there's injury, pardon.

Where there is doubt, faith.

Where there's despair, hope.

Where there's darkness, light.

And where there's sadness, joy.

Now, please, bow your heads
and pray in silence.

Look at him. He's got a nerve.
Ssh!

Don't shush me. I don't do prayer.

No, Regan, listen.

I don't hear anything.

That's the correct answer.

Boyd?

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

"Like a mirror," he said.

But Niamh said she heard waves
lapping on the shore.

So?

So maybe what Niamh heard
wasn't waves lapping on the shore

but against a hull.

You mean a boat?
That's how the killer got here.

All this time,
we've been looking the wrong way.

But they would've heard an engine.

Not if it was a canoe.

Hey.
Detectives.

Do you keep a record
of all of your rentals?

Yes, why?
We need to see your bookings.

Sure. This way.

We rented out six canoes
to a stag party from Dundalk.

They picked them up
on Saturday morning

and returned them
on Sunday afternoon,

I can print out those details.

Did you book them out?
No, Ian did.

Is he here?
No, he's on the beach with a group.

If it's urgent, I could radio him.
It's urgent.

Base to Ian. Come in. Over.

It might take a minute, he's on
his own cos my back's not up to it.

Ian, are you there? Come in.

'Over.'

Are you injured?
Aches and pains.

I'm getting too old for this game.
Are you on any medication?

Fentanyl. I have to take it
now and again,

but it knocks me clean out. Why?

What's up? Over.

Tell him it's nothing.
Tell him you made a mistake.

Roisin? Everything OK?

'Over.'
Do it.

DO IT.

Ian, the police are here.
What have you done?

You're under arrest
on suspicion of murder.

You're not obliged to say anything
unless you wish to,

but whatever you say
will be taken down in writing

and may be given in evidence.
Cuff her! Don't move.

Stay there.

I swear I didn't know.
Just, please, don't hurt him.

Just try and remain calm, OK?

Stop right there!

Now! Go!

Stop running, Mr Walsh.

Shite!
BOYD: 'Regan?'

Go ahead.

Someone named Magda Kominski
did a canoe experience on May 26th.

The same date the bouncer said.

She used her Polish passport as ID.

He must've drugged her, too,
but she got away. He's our man.

He's in the water. He must be
trying to cross the border.

What? In this current?
No, he'll never make it.

I'm going in after him!
You're what?!

'Regan!'

Regan!
Ian! Ian!

Don't move.

'Regan!'

Ian!

Ian!

Ian!

Ian!
I didn't mean to kill her.

Come back. Let's talk.
It's too late.

You'll never make it across
to the other side.

I know.
Ian!

Ian!
SPLUTTERING

Ian, please help.

Ian!

Ian, help me!

Regan!

I've got you.

Hold tight.

Tell me what happened,
for the sake of her family.

Sinead wanted to do
the night-time canoe trip.

The others didn't,
so she said she'd do it anyway.

She didn't tell them.

But by the time I met her
at the beach,

she'd changed her mind.

'But you didn't change yours.

'You drugged her
with your wife's fentanyl.'

Fucking bitch!

GROANS

NIAMH: Sinead!

Sinead!

Please!

I'm sorry!

SOBBING: I'm sorry!

YELLING: Sinead!

Come on!

Sinead!

Sinead!

I'm sorry!

Talk to me, please!

Tell her family I'm sorry.
You tell them.

What are you doing?

She led me on.

No! No, let me go!

Ian Walsh, I'm arresting you
for the murder of Sinead Connelly.

You are not obliged to say anything
unless you wish to do so,

but whatever you say
will be taken down in writing

and may be given in evidence.

Let me go!

Let me go!

The coastguard will pick you up.

Though if it was up to me,
I'd leave you.

By the way, thanks for saving me,
you fuckwit!

You fucking bitch!

Come back, you bitch!

Come back, you psycho bitch!

Regan!

I'm bloody freezing.

I thought you were drowning.

You OK, boss?

I arrested him. Call the coastguard.

School swim team.

You're crazy.
You do know that, yeah?

What do you want me to do?

See yourself out, Chief.

I didn't know they still smuggled
fuel across the border.

Assuming that's what it is.

They've called the bomb squad,
who are on their way.

DCI Boyd?
Yes, boss. He asked for you.

There's a body, to your left.

He's been shot.
Oh, so now you're interested?

BANG
Did you hear that?

Careful, it could still be a trap.

We're a legitimate family business,
north and south of the border.

Promise me, Da, you didn't know
what Fred was up to.

Maybe he was working for
a rival gang.

Muscling in on their turf.
They killed him to send a message?

Help!

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