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Mr. Devlin...

is this your daughter Katherine?

Yes.

I got phone calls...

threats.

- When can we get on with our work?
- Who are you?

Mark Hanley, site director.

Have you noticed anything
unusual around the site recently

Mainly I remember the tracksuit.

Blue... French blue.

Any link between this and the three kids
in 1985, even a vague one?

What happened to us
and Katy's murder,

they're connected.

Whatever you were planning,

whatever you were
thinkin' of doing... Don't.

Who is gonna make the association

between little Irish Adam
and English Rob?

No more Lexie, okay?
You've been warned.

Help me, please.

Sandra Sculley,
Jonathan's old girlfriend,

works at the ballet school.

Said she doesn't know
Jonathan and Margaret.

Why would she lie?

Come on, faster!

Keep up, Adam.

Quick, hide. They're coming.

Whoo!

Shane!

Shane!

Keep up. I'm not
your mammy waiting on you.

There's someone here, Johnny.

- Someone laughing at us.
- What? Where?

I don't know.

Someone laughing.

I can hear someone laughing.

It's Cathal. Jesus, it's Cathal.

I always have to wait for you,
dragging me down.

Move!

Let's go.

Just drive.

Just drive. Who cares
if you hit her, just drive.

Get out of the way, Alicia.

Where's Jamie?

Where's my daughter?

Where's Peter?

What did you do?

Thank you
for calling the Garda line

in regard to our investigation
into the murder of Katy Devlin.

Please leave
any information you have

after the tone,

including your name
and contact details

if you're willing to do so.

Any information will be
dealt with in confidence.

It's crowded with trace.
Noisy with it.

Fibers, hair, skin,
saliva, sweat.

And what about Adam's T-shirt,

socks, and trainers from '85?

Rob, you're not gonna hear
back about them for a while,

and even then it's unlikely
you'll get any DNA off them.

They're completely degraded.

That's what happens
if you store blood evidence

in a paper bag in a damp
basement for 20 years.

Twenty-one.

Can I get some more uniforms
up here for the last night?

Are you getting trouble?

Some dickheads.

The two uniforms we've got
up here are useless.

Pair of fat arses.

So I want more while we're
wrapping up the site.

It's probably kids.

It doesn't sound like kids.

It's freaking out my team
and not doing that much for me.

So can I have extra uniforms,
yes or no?

Yes, of course, Sophie.

I'll call O'Kelly
and get them sent up.

I'm ratty.
Been here way too long.

It's fine.

Sandra Sculley's
on her way home.

We need to pay her a visit.

How much longer?

When are you gonna be
out of my way?

It takes as long as it takes.

Dr. Hanley,

little suggestion.
Just for one day,

can you not be
such a massive dick?

Thanks so much.

You should do a self-help book.

I know. I'd be deadly.

I know.

Anytime you need me, I'm here.

Because I know.

Thanks, Alicia.

All right,
so I didn't tell the truth,

but what was I gonna say?

Once upon a time, I used to wank
Jonathan Devlin off in the woods?

I was trying to be nice

for once in me life, you know?

Discreet.

You clean the ballet school.

I mean, how could you not have
seen and spoken to him?

I clean when it's closed.

I don't talk to anyone,
apart from Miss Cameron.

Why did you and Jonathan
break up?

'Cause we were kids.

You fancy each other,
then you don't.

Did you know Margaret before
she married Jonathan?

No.

Can you remember where you were

the night the children
disappeared in 1985?

Why are you asking about
those poor little bastards?

Were you still going out
with Jonathan at the time?

We'd split by then.

I was here with me ma and da,

and then he went out searching
with all the other men.

For all the good it did.

Ms. Sculley, did Jonathan
Devlin get you pregnant?

That old bitch,
Mrs. Fitzgerald, right?

Good Catholic woman, me gash.

She's evil.

You don't want to believe a single
thing that comes out of her mouth.

That's it?

I have an evening shift
in the pub.

I need to get changed.

That was a bit direct.

She didn't say
she wasn't pregnant.

But even if she was, what does
that have to do with Katy?

It's the lies, Cass.
Lies have to do with Katy.

God's sake.

What are you doing
here, Mr. Boyle?

Just saw your car
parked up there,

wondering why
you'd be talking to...

Sandra Sculley.
What's the story?

Just background information.

Do you have a suspect yet?

A suspect in Katy's murder?

I can be a friend

because everyone
is being nice right now,

but pretty soon, if you
don't give them a suspect,

they'll turn.

You don't want this to
be another 1985, do you?

I mean, those two detectives
got spat at in the street.

Sounds like a threat to me.

And me.

Are you threating us, Mr. Boyle?

This is good. I like this.

The way I have to keep turning
my head to talk to youse both.

I'm dizzy. I can't concentrate.

My poor neck.

No, just...

Not threatening. Just laying
out the way it all works.

The way we all know it works.

Between us.

Move along, Mr. Boyle.

Don't hassle these people.

There's not a chance
someone like that,

someone really bloody-minded,

could dig around
long enough to...

To find me?

No, I made sure
of that a long time ago.

Alicia Rowan hasn't seen
you properly yet.

Not face to face.

Why should her seeing me be any
different than Jonathan and Sandra?

Because they were teenagers.

You were Jamie's best friend.

And women, mothers,

look at children's
faces differently.

It'll be all right, Cassie.

This is the number that made the
alleged intimadatory phone calls

to Jonathan Devlin
and threatened Katy.

Basic mobile unit

purchased with
the sole intention

of calling that number
all day, every day.

It's not like
they're gonna answer.

The question is,
who made the phone calls?

Who had a vested interest
in Jonathan Devlin

shutting up and fucking off?

That could be anyone involved

in the construction
of the motorway,

and that anyone could be...

The man Damien Donnelly
saw in the woods.

Described as late 30s,
early 40s.

The man in
the French blue tracksuit.

Assuming he exists and isn't a
figment of the imagination.

Donnelly hasn't been able
to make an identification,

but maybe he isn't known to us

because he isn't on
a sex offender's register,

but maybe people know him
through the motorway.

See, I don't get what
this motorway is doing.

It goes from Knocknaree
down through Wicklow,

straight through Glenskehy.

Now, there's nothing
in Glenskehy.

It's all farms.

Take a drive down to Glenskehy.

Show people that drawing.
See if anyone recognizes him.

See if he's approached anyone
about selling their land.

Ask if anyone's had threatening
phone calls. Will do.

Quigley, you're up.

Okay, so all the records from
the Peter, Jamie, and Adam case

are out of chronological order.

Proper chaos.

But thanks to some
stellar police work

and a lot of fried chicken,

we have these.

Over the course of three
interviews in 1985,

Cathal Mills, Jonathan Devlin,
and Margaret Byrne,

as she was then,
hold their story.

Shane Waters doesn't so much
change his story, but he cries.

And when he asked
to go to the toilet,

he smacks his face
off the wash basin

and has to go to the
hospital to get stitched.

Interesting.

This is during
the second interview?

Right, but by the third,
he's back on track,

sticking to the story.

Someone got to him. One of the
others put the pressure on.

Well, what can they do,
those two old detectives?

Adam can't identify
who attacked him

and did God knows what
to Peter and Jamie,

so the three boys
and Margaret get shelved.

Shane Waters
needed seven stitches.

He wasn't playing.

I'm gonna ask Jonathan Devlin

about that after the funeral.

That's good work.

Hey, what happened to Adam after all this?
Do you know where he is?

The family changed their
name and moved to England.

Drawing a blank after that because
they're not there now. Okay.

Sorry.

We're neck-deep
in it together, Rob.

Let's try this number again.

Shit.

Come on, get off the phone.

Hey.

Lexie, where are you?

Yeah, I'm coming. Nearly home.

Jessica.

What's she wearing?

Her favourite practice dress.

Pale blue one.
And white cardigan.

They've taken such good care of
her, Rosalind, haven't they?

That's lovely.

Simone, that's so perfect.

So perfect.

Who chose that?

I did.

And you chose this?

We did.

Is it lined?

Of course, it's lined.

With pink?

Pale pink silk?

No.

It's dark blue velvet.

But that's not right.

They'll have to take her back

and do it again,

because I want pink.

Pale pink silk.

They'll have to take her back.

Mummy, please.

This is you.

Isn't it?

Always you.

You stole my daughter.

You were stealing her
to go away,

and now you're stealing
her again.

I wanted pink.

I'm sorry.

What are you doing here?

You shouldn't be here.

You're a thief, and a
robber, and I don't want...

She has every right to be here!

Darling, it's fine.

Don't touch her!

Simone has paid for everything,

and she loved Katy,
and Katy loved her.

My baby.

I should have been consulted.

Why wasn't I consulted?

And why is it blue

and not what I wanted,
which was pink?

- Pink satin!
- I'm pink!

I'm pink!

Katy's favourite color
is blue, stupid.

She's blue,
and I'm pink. Stupid.

Pink.

It's just her new pills.

- She doesn't mean it.
- It's all right, Rosalind.

I should have been consulted.

You were asleep.

Like you're always asleep.

I'm not asleep.

I'm ill.

Reilly.

The old detective,

McCabe,

the one that kept working on Knocknaree
'85 pretty much up to his death?

I found this, and I don't
know what to do with it.

What is it?

"There's something here,
and it hates us."

"It is malevolence."

"Those children
were taken as a tithe,"

"as a reckoning
to settle an account."

"You're never going
to find them."

"This place is laughing at us."

Well, he had cancer. It must
have been the morphine talking.

He wrote this two years
into the investigation, 1987.

What do we do with this?

I'm supposed to put
anything new into evidence,

but it's one of our own sounding
like he barks at the moon.

Lose it.

It's not gonna do any good.

Lose it.

No, I meant...

Gone.

Never saw it.

He keeps his reputation.

Quigley.

It's a waste of your time
being down in the basement,

and we need you up here.

O'Neill could do
with an extra pair of hands.

You'll tell O'Kelly
I did a good job, though?

Five-star report.

O'Neill, where are you,
you sexy bastard?

He'll wreck your head, you know.

Well, either way,
Quigley's all right.

He makes me laugh.

Listen, at some point he's gonna
tell you that me and Rob are at it.

Like, nonstop.

It's standard bollocks, Cassie.

I know it's bullshit.

I know you know.
I'm just saying.

What?

Just...

I think a lot of you.
Like, a lot.

I have oyster sauce
dripping down my chin.

What you should be thinking
is, "Where's the escape route?"

Too soon?

It can wait.

- Another beer?
- Yeah.

Hi, mum!

Christ, I hate the country.

And the country hates you, too.

Why does this place even need a motorway?

What the fuck?

He gets about
with his paint pot.

Is it one person or a group
of people doing this?

"In sure and certain hope"

"of the resurrection
to eternal life"

"through our Lord Jesus Christ,"

"we commend to Almighty God
our sister Katherine,"

"and we commit her body
to the ground."

"Earth to earth, ashes
to ashes, dust to dust."

"The Lord bless her
and keep her,"

"the Lord make his face
to shine upon her"

"and be gracious to her."

- One second.
- Out of order.

You're invading privacy.

- Move on.
- And give her peace.

Jesus, she's looking
right at you.

No, she's not.

Doesn't know me.

Told you.

There's plenty
from the dig here.

No Mark Hanley though.

Who lives here?

Students.

According to this.

Owners.

Students own this?

Well, if your man
was seen around here,

they'd remember him.

Aye, 'cause they're students
and all clever.

Let's go to the pub.

Buy the locals a few drinks.

No one's talking to us.

No one wants a drink.

We'll come back another day.

Early morning. Farmer time.

Turn up when
they're starting work.

I know my way
around a dairy herd.

I might drop their guard.

Detective and teat-tugger?
Multitalented.

I'm a renaissance man.

Relax and eat your crisps.

Don't come in.

There's a couple of detectives.

They're asking about
the land deals.

Shit.

Keeping your head down?

Try and be
a bit discreet, Lexie.

We need to identify the man
who made phone calls to you.

Can you tell us anything more
about his voice?

Accent, age range,
any distinctive vocabulary?

It was standard Dublin. Just...

You know, standard.

Look, that man who was seen

at the dig lurking about,

you have a description of him.

Why isn't his face
all over the news?

We have to be very careful
about releasing images.

No one wants an innocent
person beaten to a pulp

because they bear a vague
resemblance to a drawing.

Innocent?

Jesus Christ, you have nothing.

You have nothing and no one.

What are you doing?

What are you actually doing?

Are you still in touch with
Cathal Mills and Shane Waters?

What?

No, not for years.

You remember Jamie,
Peter, and Adam?

Of course I bloody do.

And during Shane's
second interview in 1985,

he smashed his face on a washbasin
and had to go to hospital.

Why do you think he did that?

I don't know.

Well we'd like
to ask Shane about it.

Where would we find him?

Dead, probably.

The last I heard
he was on the needle.

What are you asking me
about them for?

It's just part
of our job, Mr. Devlin.

And if you think of
anything, you let us know.

We should go by the dig.

Remind Damien Donnelly not to give
out descriptions of tracksuit man,

especially not to journalists.

No matter how important
it makes him feel.

Jonathan's lying

about not being in touch
with Shane and Cathal.

I don't think so.

Got the feeling he was telling
the truth about that.

What if his campaign
against the motorway

isn't about landfall
or corruption?

It's because he knows bulldozers will
uncover Peter and Jamie's bodies.

He supports the dig.

The dig's not a threat to him.

It's in the wrong place.

Shit, it's my mum.
She wants to see me.

Well, text her back
like a good son

and tell her you'll meet her.

And I'll come, too.

Jonathan!

"There was
one fairy called larla."

"His best friend was Onya,
who was a fairy princess."

"Iarla and Onya
played every day."

What did they say?

They asked about the three kids.

I haven't talked
to any journalists.

And I wouldn't, anyway.

Yeah, you told me not to,
so of course I wouldn't.

Okay, that's great.
Thanks, Damien.

Um, do you want me
to look at anyone?

Like in a lineup?

Not yet, but as soon
as we do, we'll get you in.

- Well, whenever you need me, you know?
- Yes.

Just wanna do the right thing.

How's your mum doing, Damien?

You didn't go to the
funeral, Dr. Hanley?

Everyone else went.

I haven't set foot in a church
since I was nine years old,

and I worked out
that it was bullshit.

Power and control.

Nothing more than brainwashing

and keeping people in their place.

Nothing changes in this country.

Where did you find this?

In the woods.

I put it up as a sort of mascot.

But where in the woods?
You must keep a record.

We don't catalogue rubbish.

From here on in,
I decide what's rubbish.

Anything you find

that's not related to the dig,
you give to me.

Found a bobble hat
full of human turds.

Wanna look at that?

Hi.

She made the front page, then.

Mothers of Knocknaree.

Brave Alicia.

That was always
gonna happen, Claire.

She's going to start
on you again. I know she is.

She's gonna start saying all of
those things about you again.

There's nothing
I can do about that.

There's nothing you can do
about it, either.

I was thinking...

A letter to the papers
giving my... Our side.

Jesus Christ, no.

Have you lost your mind?

Playing the heroine.

What about what she did to us?

You write some letter
giving your side,

you won't just fuck yourself,
you will fuck me up, too.

Don't curse at me, Adam.

Don't call me that.

It's your name.

And yours is Claire Reilly, but
you changed it to Claire Hogan,

so you could come home
without people pointing at you.

Rob, stop.

You can't do it, Claire.

I'm sorry, but you just can't.

She was behind everything.

Fire setting,
the stone throwing,

all of it was her.

Why should she get away with it?

Because she never saw
her child again,

and yours is sitting
right in front of you.

I should go.

I make him angry.

No, you don't.

You're a bad liar, Cassie.

Thank you.

Why is this shit so hard?

She's just being your mum, Rob.

She thinks I'm a bad liar.

The state of us.

The only ones to get out alive
and trying to work out why.

It's quite common really,

people visiting murder sites

for the purposes
of sexual gratification.

He says "people,"
he means "men."

Masturbating where bodies
have been found,

especially woman and children.

Is that supposed to shock me?

It isn't what I was doing.

What were you doing?

You wouldn't understand.

Well, try us, Mark.

Dr. Hanley.

The DNA sample you were obliged
to give us when you came in,

I've got the feeling

it's gonna match samples
taken from the woods.

Strands of hair found by
the remains of a campfire

like the one you lit tonight.

Will they be yours?

I slept out there a couple of nights.
It's not illegal.

There's also samples taken
from the altar.

Sweat, saliva.

Could yours be among them?

Look, we eat our lunch
there sometimes.

And semen.

Is that gonna be a match for trace taken

from the clothes and hair of Katy Devlin?

Sweat, saliva, semen,

would they be yours?

Mark?

I didn't touch her. I didn't.

Why would I do
a thing like that?

I've got no idea.

But you have to admit,
dancing stark bollock naked,

covered in cut-price merlot
around an altar

where a murdered 13-year-old
girl has been found

is not a good look.

Do you know
what "Knocknaree" means?

It means "The Hill of the King."

What king?

What we're looking for
is millennia older

than the trees
that it's buried under.

The diggers are coming
in December.

Time is running out.

I sleep in the woods
to be close to the place.

To hear its heartbeat,

because it's alive.

It lives and breathes.

And I make an offering.

An offering of what?

Of myself to the king.

Whoever they are.

Asking for favor.

For a miracle.

Because if we don't get
a miracle,

we're gonna lose that place.

The altar will end up
in a museum,

and the rest of it
will be ripped apart,

filled up with concrete,
covered in tarmac.

It'll all be lost.

Does this offering
include your ejaculate?

Did you masturbate
over a dead girl?

Christ, no.

But you didn't go
to Katy's funeral.

Yeah, I already told you why.

- But you know Jonathan?
- Yes.

Did Jonathan talk to you

about what happened
to the children in the woods?

Did he talk to you
about Knocknaree, 1985?

Is that why you were
at the altar?

What? What are
you talking about?

Where were you on August 24

between midnight and 2:00 a.m.?

Um, I was at a house party.
Everyone was.

And according to statements,

you left at approximately
10:45 p.m.

- Where did you go?
- Home.

Can anyone verify that?

And where were you between
midnight and 7:45 a.m.

on the 25th of August
when Katy's body was found?

Home.

Can you prove it?

Interview suspended.

You went for that?

The whole offering speech?

We do the same every
new case, don't we?

A glass of whisky from O'Kelly

and a toast to the murder gods.

May they reveal
their fucking secrets.

Not so strange.

The night of the 24th
and 25th of August,

I was with Mark in his house.

Why didn't he just say that?

For the benefit of the tape,

we're being shown
a wedding ring.

I don't wear it at work.

He's a really decent guy,

and he'd be devastated,

and I have a child.

That's why Mark
didn't say anything.

But if you took
a DNA swab from him,

then you should take one
from me as well,

because I'd be
all over that altar.

It's that place.

It makes you wild.

Is there any way this,

me and Mark,
could be kept confidential?

Your evidence will go on record,

but I don't see the need to
interfere in your personal life.

Interview terminated.

Thank you.

Well, there we are.

Guess who just did
their online booking?

6:35 a.m. flight from Berlin,

landing in Dublin 9:05.

It's our elusive friend,
Cathal Mills.

You want picking up?

Yeah, I'll bring coffee.

Reilly.

Detective, it's Simone Cameron.

Can you come and meet me?

I haven't reopened yet.

I was doing some work,
and Rosalind was here.

She likes to help out,

and we were talking
about nothing really and...

God.

My hands are shaking.

And then suddenly Jessica says

about this man.

This man who said
that Katy was pretty,

and did she want
to see some kittens?

We put on music.

It calms her.

Can you and Rosalind get her
to tell the story again

with us there?

She has to say it
in her own words.

We'll try.

Look at me dancing.

I'm a beautiful swan.

You are very beautiful.

Would you get Jessica
to tell the story?

Can you do it?

Why are they here?

They've come
to watch us dancing.

- Like Katy.
- Like Katy.

Jessica, darling.

Can you tell us the story
of the man again?

It wasn't a story. It happened.

I know, but tell us again.

Jess, please.

The man said to Katy,

"You're pretty."

"Come with me, I have kittens."

And Katy said,
"We have to go now."

But I wanted to see the kittens,

but Katy said,
"There aren't any kittens."

"We're going home."

And what did the man do then?

He was behind us.

Katy told me not to turn around.

And then he wasn't behind us
any more, and we went home.

Jessica.

Can you remember what
the man looked like?

Can you remember
what he was wearing?

Running clothes, like...

He was going on a run

but he was just walking
behind us like a lazy man.

Can you remember
what color running clothes?

Jess?

Blue, stupid.

Katy's color.

They were blue.

The fact that the description
comes from Jessica

means we can be certain
this man exists.

So what happens now?

We cast the net wider
for potential suspects.

It's a significant development,
Mr. Devlin.

We'll show ourselves out,

but we're only a phone call away

if you need anything.

You didn't tell me
you were talking to them.

I wasn't. It was Jess.

It's good news.

Isn't it?

I'll go and check on Mummy.

Test results
from Adam's clothes.

Slashes in the T-shirt made
with a very fine, sharp blade.

Right-handed
with a left-angled curve.

That's as much as
I can tell you.

And the blood
in the socks and trainers?

No new results.

It's A negative.

Same as Adam's.

Peter and Jamie
were both O positive,

but it can't be Adam's blood

because he didn't suffer
any blood loss,

and he didn't have
a single injury.

Okay, thanks for trying.

I've been doing
this a long time,

but I've never seen a blade like
the one used to cut the T-shirt.

And I've never seen a situation

where blood comes from nowhere.

Blood comes
from somewhere, always,

from someone, always.

I can't figure
this one out, I'm sorry.

Sophie.

The dickheads in the woods,
what noises were they making?

Forget I said anything.
I was tired.

It's important.

They were laughing.

I was trying not to wake you.

I think a lot of you,
too, you know.

I'm just rubbish at saying it.

I'll take that.

Now go make friends
with farmers, Detective.

Progress the investigation.

Yes, ma'am.

Drive safe.

Maddox.

Cassie?

Sam, what is it?

Have you been in an accident?

Cassie.

Yeah, what is it?

Nothing, nothing.

I parked the car, sorry.

Jesus.

Sam.

Get up, get dressed.

Frank? Why are you calling me?

There's a car outside.
Get in it.

Wear something that covers you
head. Do it now.

Thank you
for calling the Garda line

in regard to our investigation
into the murder of Katy Devlin.

Please leave
any information you have

after the tone.

You should be looking for Adam.

Ask Adam what he did
in the woods.

You gonna get all the boys
in a few years, Jamie.

What do you reckon, Cathal?

Jailbait.

Stop.

Pervert.

Jonathan.

Stop, I said.

I said, stop.

Hood.

Hood. The boss said.

He's in there.

You're insane.

Cassie, don't.