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Where is Adam?

Adam's dead.

I know this number.

It's all about finding
Shane Waters.

That'll break Jonathan
and Margaret Devlin

and give us
Katy's killer.

You're pinning everything

on a homeless man
with mental health issues.

Do you think
I'm a pervert, Heather?

I think you're an arsehole.

Jesus Christ, Alannah.

We'll find somewhere else
for you as soon as we can.

Now.

Let me tell you something
about Daniel March.

When he was 17,
he nearly killed a boy.

Lexie did it.

There is no Lexie!

There is no Lexie!

Lexie should
get better...

...and go back home
to her friends.

I got Tuesday morning off

to take you
to your appointment.

Ah, thank you.

I'm sure it won't be
good news

if they're calling me in.

You don't know that.

Did I do right by you,
Cassandra?

Why would you ask that?

I wonder...

I really do, I wonder
if I did right.

With your little
friend, your Lexie.

Why are you bringing this up?

I should've just let you
have your made-up friend.

It's only you trying to cope
with losing your mammy
and daddy like that.

Being left
on your own.

Me getting
the priest here.

God forgive me
for that.

I'm sorry.

I wasn't on my own.

I had you.

You have nothing to be
sorry for, Auntie Cepta.

Nothing.

Honestly...

I've forgotten
all about Lexie.

Not thought about her
for years.

What would I be
without you?

Are you sure
you don't want
anything else?

There's room
in the car.

Oh, they'll
clear it all.

Take the furniture
for charity.

Thanks for coming.

I couldn't have
stood it on my own.

All those people
saying it was
a merciful release.

A good death.

When it's actually
just shit.

That's exactly
what it is.

I'm taking you
to the pub.

I'm getting you
whiskey.

I'll be out
in a minute.

Lexie, are you there?

You okay?
So clumsy.

Good morning, you.

-How'd you sleep?
-Yeah, good.

Hey, Lexie,
how're you feeling?

We didn't know whether
to let you sleep.

You seemed pretty zonked
when I checked on you.

Now I know what happens
when you mix antibiotics
with rice punch.

Here, you can have
this one.

Oh.

God, I miss real food.

Good, you look thin.

Help yourself to cutlery.

You okay?

Are you just gonna
fuss over me all day?

Don't you have classes
to go to or something?

Actually...

I decided we wouldn't go.

Thought we could
all stay home.

All of us together.

It's been so long.

Hmm.

You are such a little bitch
when you lose.

It'd be even worse
if you were playing.

This is nice.

Us like this again.

It feels normal.

It still feels weird.

Not being able to remember.

Like there's
this giant hole

that whole night
got sucked into.

Did you think I was home?

That detective said
you were all playing
poker.

You'd gone for a walk.

Like you always do.

It wasn't even that late when we all went to bed.

We just assumed you'd come in later.

Till next thing...

Some detective is
banging the door down,

saying that you'd been hurt and in the hospital.

We must've told
that prick Mackey

the same thing
over and over.

He just acted like
we were lying.

Yeah, he made me
feel like I was lying
about getting stabbed.

Despite the fucking
gaping hole to
prove otherwise.

Well, you're
home now.

That's all
that matters.

Can't believe
we almost lost you.

Well?

We got the records
off that number
from Maddox, sir.

The one from
Lexie Mangan's
phone.

That made those
threatening calls
to the Devlins.

Someone's
disconnected it.

We can't get
through anymore.

Any other calls incoming or outgoing?

Nothing useful.

Just the ones to Maddox
a few days ago.

Ah,
look, I need you to
be my eyes and ears

on Operation
Mirror, O'Neill.

Anything that links
it to Katy Devlin's
murder.

Yes, sir.

If you can find
a way to help me
fuck up Mackey,

you can sit in me lap
and I'll give you
a Swedie.

And you?

What have you got?

Reilly has us going through
all this to locate Shane Waters.

He's convinced
Shane is the key to
unlocking Vestal.

Shane's very elusive.

We're looking at CCTV,
HSE files...

Local Garda
trawling shelters,

and other known spots.

-Where is Reilly?
-No idea, sir.

Reilly.

Where are you?

Knocknaree.

Just following up
on a tip, sir.

What tip?

More estate gossip.

Just a tip I need
to follow up.

I'll be back soon.

I don't know
what else you want.

I've told ya
all I remember.

I never seen him
around the school,
around here...

Nowhere.

Have you seen
Cathal Mills recently?

He got into computers.

Lives abroad, so I hear.

No, he's here in Dublin.

This is him now.

Could they be
the same man?

They look nothing alike.

Why would Cathal be
stalking a little girl?

Was he ever sexually
inappropriate towards

Jamie Rowan?

Suggestive.

It was the '80s,
Detective.

Men said dirty things to girls.

And why would Cathal Mills
go after Katy Devlin?

Because he, Jonathan,
Shane and Margaret

are all keeping
a secret.

And so are you.

Because you weren't
with your parents

when the children
disappeared.

You were
in the woods.

Maybe.

For an hour or so,
but then I went home.

What happened
to the children?

I don't know!

If I did know,
I'd have told ya.

I don't remember seein' them all that day.

But they saw you.

You, Cathal, Jonathan,
and Shane.

I have reason
to believe

that Jamie, Peter,
and Adam witnessed
a violent crime.

Against you.

I have reason
to believe

that what they
witnessed was rape.

Who the fuck
are you talking to?

Who's saying that?

Sandra, I can only
question Jonathan and
Cathal if you talk to me.

Tell me the truth
about what happened
to you.

What happened
to the children?

I don't know!

I don't fucking know!

Get out of me house.

Get out of me
fucking house!

Get out!

Get out!

You're going for a walk?

Just a quick one.

For some air.

Look, Lex...

Aren't you scared?

Why?

Well, last time you went
for a walk,

you didn't come back.

If you're so worried,

why don't you all
come with me?

Interesting.

This is the coldest
I've ever been.

Better not be stepping
in shit.

Pipe down, Rafe.

That's where the blood is.

Washed away.

Not just from rain,
but someone went out
with detergent.

What is it, Lexie?

What's wrong?

I don't think
I feel very well.

Come on.

Let's get you home.

Come on.

Justin, let's go.

That's it.
Turn the screw.

Peter!

Jamie!

Where are you?

Didn't know
you were still here.

I've been going back
through the case.

Back the to the beginning
like you said, sir.

Good. Uh...

Alicia Rowan hasn't
been off the phone
all afternoon.

She's not letting go
of Adam Reilly.

Think someone
should go down

and tell her in person
that he's dead.

I'll go tomorrow, sir.

Good.

Don't stay too late.

You won't catch
Katy's killer
if you're knackered.

Come inside.

Rafe, I know you've been using.

I can see it in your eyes.

You promised Abby.

Well, that was then.

-Things have changed.
You promised.

Justin,
who gives a fuck?

Just come inside.

She's back to her old self.

That's because she's got you.

We've all got you.

You're so strong.

I don't know what I'd
do without you, Abby.

I don't feel strong.

Hey.

-What?
-You disagreeing with me?

Boo.

Not funny, Lex.

What're you doing?

Just thirsty.

What're youse two
whispering about?

Nothing.

You should get
some rest.

Okay.

Well, sleep tight.

Yup.

What the fuck, Abby?

What?

What are you doing here?

I was worried.

I came to check on you,
you were stirring.

Mumbling all sorts.

I thought I'd better stay
in case you were having
a nightmare.

Well, I'm awake now.

Okay.

So...

How are you?

I mean, really.

Oh, you mean the baby?

I wanted to
ask before, but
I wasn't sure.

You never...

said anything.

It didn't make it.

Too much blood loss
and the cold...

Oh, Lex...

I'm so sorry.

I'm so so sorry,
I really am.

Do the guys know?

No.

Let's keep it
to ourselves, yeah?

Women's business.

Well, shall we
serve breakfast?

I'll be down in a sec.

As you know, Miss Rowan,

we've been looking
for Adam Reilly,

but I'm afraid I have
to tell you he died
a couple of years ago.

How?

Car accident
in New Zealand.

Was it his mother
who told you that?

Because she'd be lying.

She always
lied for him.

Miss Rowan,
I know it's not what
you want to hear.

I know you thought
he would have answers.

I would know
if Adam Reilly
were dead.

He's the only one
who knows

what happened
to my little girl.

And as a mother,
I would know.

It isn't true.

We're still waiting
on official records.

It could take weeks.

Months even.

He got to grow up,

move away,

move on with his life.

He must've forgotten
all about them.

Well, that's an hour of my life

I'm never getting back.

I bet you loved
it really.

Another walk?

You sure you're
feeling well enough?

Don't I seem much better?

For fuck's sake.

Can't we just go back
to being normal now?

We just want you
to be safe.

Well, if it makes you
feel better,

I will grab a horsewhip
from upstairs,

and douse myself in
Rafe's cologne. No one
will come near me.

Fancy meeting you here.

You got out
on your own then?

How's it going in there?

Well,
they're definitely
hiding something.

They're on edge.

Hiding it, but
they're not all
happy she's home.

No suspicion, though,
from what I've seen.

But don't drop
your guard.

You may have passed
the first few days,

no slip-ups,
no bumps at the start.

From now on,
we meet here

whenever Lexie goes
on a walk, okay?

So what have you
got so far?

Daniel's king
of touchy-feely.

Rafe and Justin have
their own thing going on.

Abby doesn't want the boys
knowing about the baby.

I get the feeling she's
worried it's Daniel's.

Well, let's see if you
get any nighttime knocks

before the DNA results
come back.

Don't worry.

You've got your pussing
wound as an excuse.

Jesus, Frank.

Where are we with
Lexie's identity?

Uncle's search came
back with nothing,
so we've gone into

national missing
persons cases,
bloody millions of them.

That'll take a while.

Okay.

All right, what else?

Abby's just as
we thought.

She'd do anything
for Daniel.

But she's smarter
than he thinks.

She doesn't trust
him completely.

I think I can get to her.

Good.

Well, now we know
their weaknesses,

what's your plans
with Danny boy?

He's hard to read.

Thinks he has them all
like puppets on a string.

We break the others,

we get to him.

Divide and conquer.

That's the plan.

Okay.

Look after yourself.

See you tomorrow.

I shouldn't be
encouraging you.

Why?

What's Daniel
said now?

Just get the feeling
that he's, erm...

concerned.

Oh, Rafe.

He'll go mad.

Oh, fuck it.
He's mad anyway.

Kept saying the police
were lying

and you never made it
to the hospital.

All the while,
Justin's cooking giant
stews and cakes and...

Abby's planting
bulbs for spring,

and arranging her
dolls like a lunatic.

Daniel's ranting about
you being dead.

And that's right after
we'd seen you.

We'd seen you.

Why the hell
would he think that?

He's fucking lost it.

All of them.

So why don't you
just fuck off then?

I thought about it.

I thought about
a lot of things.

Don't tell him
about the...

There's a lot
I don't tell Daniel.

You fucking
little bastards!

Peter!

Jamie!

Come back! Peter!

Lexie.

Jesus.

Special delivery.

Contract and payment.

I don't do this
for just anyone.

Thought you were
gonna call.

I had to dump the phone
'cause some fucker kept
ringing it out.

Some wanker detective.

He's been
all around the village
and the office.

Pain in me hole.

Oh, poor you.

Having to change
your number.

I got fucking stabbed.

Yeah, I know.

So...

We're still on?

While you were in hospital,
I got everything sorted.

That one is cleared.

It's yours when you want it.

Just need you to sign.

Changed my mind.

I want more.

But we agreed.

Seller's market.

300.

Not possible.

Tell your boss
no deal then.

Offer expires soon.

Greedy bitch.

Tick tock.

I can see why
someone stabbed ya.

He's charming.

Did you recognize him?

No.

He'll be back though.
Quite sure of that.

Lexie was selling him
something big.

Looks like
an offshore account.

I'll pass it to O'Neill.
See if there's anything
to trace.

We can't meet here anymore.

Well, this will
cheer you up.

DNA results are back
from the lab.

Turns out
Danny boy isn't

our baby daddy
after all.

And neither is Justin.

Rafe.

I keep saying we should
sort those boxes.

Who knows
what we'll find.

I'll guess.
Some more junk?

Excuse me?

That junk's been
in my family
for generations.

Is this gonna be us
for the rest of our
lives?

Eating dinner,

shitting on about antiques

till we're old and grey
and dribbling.

Just this?

Do you have
anything else in mind?

I don't know,
it just seems...

boring all of a sudden.

Everything's the same.

Never switching
things up.

Well...

At least they can put
onion in the stew

more than
once a year now.

I guess it doesn't
really make you
gag after all.

Think the antibiotics
are...

doing weird things
in my mouth.

I thought
it was the texture
you didn't like.

Oh, you should see
your faces.

I was having you on.

I was fucking with you
this whole time.

Which way did he go?

Prick. I'll kill him.

-Did you get him?
I think he's hiding.

Can't say
I blame him.

He knows
he's outnumbered.

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.

You know what
my ancestors used to do

with peasants that
slipped out of line.

He's moving!

Get him!

Hurry!

Jesus, Lexie.
Be careful!

You'll hurt yourself!

Daniel, don't!

What the hell
were you thinking?

I was
thinking I needed
my grandfather's gun.

Because that bastard
could've been the one
who stabbed Lexie.

He could've been trying
to hurt one of us again.

Lexie,
did he hurt, uh...

It's nothing. I'm fine.

Back to your old self.

What did he throw anyway?

Here's the rock.

There's something
Sellotaped to it.

Oh, my God.

Actual torch-bearing
villagers?

Awesome.

We should
call the police.

Are you insane?

They could
arrest you, Daniel.

-For what?
-The gun.

What gun?

I can't go
through that again.

We'd be handing them
a suspect.

What, we call detective Mackey,

or what about
the other one? O'Neill?

What do you think, Lex?

I can't stand Mackey.
He hates us.

O'Neill was nicer.

Then we're all agreed.

We left everything the way
it was for you, Detective.

Needless to say,

it would've been better
if you had just called us.

Yeah.

I wanted to get
a good look at him.

Given the recent
circumstances.

All the more reason
it was a bleeding stupid
thing to do.

Chasing after him
in the dark.

He attacked us.

Can't you see?

So did any of you
get a look then?

We know he was
from the village.

He had stubble.

I felt it.

And I scratched him
right across the neck,
so...

He'll have marks.

That was pretty
reckless of you.

Just trying to
be helpful, Detective.

We'll give you a call
when we find him.

In the meantime,
it might bean idea to lay low.

Stay out of
the village.

Thank you, Detective.

What about chorizo?

Haven't had chorizo
in ages.

Do you think
the house is
all right?

Shouldn't one
of us have stayed?

-You know, just in case.
-Oh, calm down, Justin.

They won't actually
burn it down.

Chocolate.
That's what we need.

I'll come with you.

Your favorite.

Kept loads of them
at home while you
were gone.

I wanted to bring them
to the hospital

but they wouldn't
let us, so...

Rafe ate them all instead.

Sounds about right.

I hated the idea
of you there.

All on your own,
no one to talk to.

-Shit.
Here!

Here, you!

I knew it was you!

Where the fuck
have you been now, huh?

Here. I'm talking to you!

-You've got the wrong person.
-No, I haven't.

You said you were
gonna help me.

You said you were
gonna do something.

And you just left me,
left me all alone...

I don't know
who you are.

Fuck you, you don't
know who I am.

Are you fucking thick
or something?

What?

Let me make this clearer.

Fuck off.

Fuck you!

Fuck you, you stuck up
little bitch!

Do I have to repeat
meself?

I'm having a baby.

And people keep on
fucking hitting me!

Everything okay?

Sorry.

Just someone
I used to deal to.

She can't get into
her head I don't
do it anymore.

Come on.

Hi, Cassie.

Holly.

So, you're a unicorn?

Yeah.

It's her choice.

What? To come to a stakeout?

Ah, she's fine.

Here. Put your homework
away, love.

Get back on your
computer game, okay?
That's a good girl.

Villager with
the brick is John Naylor,
a local pisshead.

Says he got those scrapes
coming off his bike.

Which is currently
a better excuse than
I've got for the DPP.

You're saying you never
got into a punch-up

when you were in the field?

I'm just checking
you're not losing yourself.

I want you to come in
tomorrow.

O'Neill's gonna have another
go at him. Push the stabbing.

Could be useful to
have you there.

Come in through
the side door.

Keep your head down,
okay?

Why haven't we
found her yet?

We have to find out
who Lexie really was.

I won't have her buried
as a Jane Doe.

All right, calm down.
I told you, we're looking.

You know
she's gonna hate you

by the time
she's 13, right?

See ya, Holly.

Uh-huh.

But we were all there.

Yeah,
why is it just her?

Did they ever say
why they only wanted
to see you?

Not all of us.

I guess they wanna see
if I recognize him.

If it helps me remember
anything about the stabbing.

Hmm.

Bye.

Bye.
Bye.

Well, I suppose
it could've been him.

He was at this
all of yesterday.

Mr. Naylor.

It's clear to me
there's bad feeling

between Glenskehy
and those up in the house.

I can't say
I blame them.

Tearing into someone
attacking their house.

Their home.

-What did they do
to deserve that?

It's what they stand for.

Them, up there,
the Marches.

Livin' like that while
the rest of us suffer.

So a rock through
the window is
your best solution?

Or better still...

Burn the place down.

We have a chance
to live better.

They're the ones
blockin' the motorway,

blockin' our chance
to earn some decent money.

They're just
a bunch of students.

But you hated them,
didn't ya?

And you have a habit
of hanging those lanes

after a few drinks.

Suppose one night,
you bring a knife with ya,

you see Lexie Mangan
out on one of her walks.

Shame on you.

They whistle,

and you come runnin'
like a good, little dog.

Treatin' me like a criminal

when they're the ones
pulling the gun on me.

Now, whatever criminals
you're looking for,

they're in that house.

A gun?

If there's a gun
in that house,

you know I'm gonna
have to report it.

And that means pulling you out.

So are you telling me
there's a gun?

No, Frank.

There's no gun.

Where is Mackey?

Submitting his audition
tape for X Factor.

I need you to do something.

Piss off.

Sam.

Can you check on
Alannah Shorey for me?

Please.

What you do to her
this time?

Just...

Promise you'll check
on her, okay?

What the hell are you
doing, Cassie?

He has an alibi.

My guy just confirmed it.

Night of the murder,
he was in a bust-up
down the local.

Got locked in the tank
until morning.

What about the gun?

Yeah, a nice, little story
to wiggle his way out of
an assault charge.

You searched
that whole house top
to bottom, didn't ya?

Yeah?

Just to be safe,
you get yours back
on ya, okay?

At all times,
no exceptions,
you hear me?

I don't care where
you have to stash it.

Yes, boss.

Well, off you go.

We're getting close now.

Won't be too long
till you're back
here for good, okay?

If anything
happens to her,

anything...

I'll fucking kill you.

Said he wasn't
the one who stabbed me.

He had an alibi
or something.

They just were asking
all these questions.

Like what?

How he got
the scratches
on his neck,

how many of us
were chasing him,

thought they were
gonna charge me
with assault.

I told you this would happen!

Did they mention the gun?

No.

Do you think
we should get rid
of it just in case?

But he can't have
said anything.

You think that's it?

They're gonna let us live in peace now?

She's right. We need
to fucking get rid
of that thing!

No. It's mine.

Calm down, Rafe.

Why do you always get
to decide everything?

Always telling me what to do.

Who put you in charge?

Who made you
the fucking king?

Oh, Christ, Justin.
Don't start that again.

Flinching like a kicked kid!

When're you gonna grow
a fucking pair, hmm?

Don't talk to me like that.

What?

What was that?

You mumbling,
stammering twat!

I said don't talk
to me like that.

-That's all. Just don't.

Or what?

What puts
me in charge,

what makes me king...

to use your own phrase,

is the fact that
I'm not unraveling.

I'm thinking with clarity.

And I'm gonna handle it.

Like I always do.

So put a leash
on yourself, Rafe.

You fucking prick!

-Rafe, that's enough!

It's okay.

It's all right.

We should be angry.

But not with
each other.

Now maybe that lowlife
didn't stab Lexie,

but it doesn't mean
one of his friends
couldn't have.

I say we go down
to the village.

We show them that
we're not afraid.

You up for that?

Always.

Evening, all.

So good to be back.

Don't worry.

We know you don't
like to serve us,

so we brought
our own.

But could we trouble
you for an ice bucket?

Please?

Can't we just sit down?

We shouldn't be here.
I don't like being here.

Well, hello.

Fancy seeing you here.

Who's your friend?

Did you

tell him
I gave you those?

The fuck you looking at?

A toast.

To all of you.

What lovely neighbors
you are.

Always one
for an entrance.

I'm going for a fag.

...6D.

16548...

Justin,
just wait, will you?

Lexie,
what're you doing?

Just lighting up,
give me a second.

Well, keep an eye on him.

I'm going to get another drink.

What's the matter
with you?

I'm not going back
in there.

What are you
so afraid of, Justin?

I'm the one who got stabbed,
not you.

Still doesn't make
sense to me, you know?

I'm sure they fucking
hate us in there,

but stabbing me?

None of those old fools
have it in them.

You know what
the guards told me

when I was
at the station?

They said Daniel once
tried to kill someone.

Did you know that?

-What?
-When he was 17.

But the whole thing's
just weird.

Did you really not
notice I didn't come
home that night?

Justin,
you can tell me.

I just wanna know
what happened to me.

This place is dead.

Let's go home.

Did you get lost on
the way to double Maths?

Um, is Detective Reilly here?

Cheers.

Do a number plate trace.

Detective Reilly.

I came as soon
as I could, um...

We nicked the shoplifting
gang yesterday.

Yeah, they scored like,

1,000 euros worth of stuff
in under two hours,
gifts and...

I was going back
through the footage

where they hit, look.

Yeah, I didn't see it at first,
then I saw the paint cans.

That's him. Finally.

I knew it!

I knew that was
Shane Waters
the second I saw him!

What was that?

You found Shane Waters?

Well, fuck me
sideways.

I don't know you,
but I love you.

No, seriously,
I fucking do.

He's right, you know?

Well done, Phelan.

O'Neill.

Get a look
at this beauty.

All right.
Come on, Quigley.

We gotta go.

Good news, sir.

We found
Shane Waters.

He's alive.

He's still here
in Dublin.

So this is
our star witness?

Well, let the plods
get on to it.

We'll see
what state he's in
when they find him.

He's gonna be
the key, sir.
I can feel it.

It's still just
speculation, Reilly.

Where are you with that
check Mackey got us
from out mystery caller?

I just read
O'Neill's reports,
sir.

It's foreign banks,

endless holding companies.
It's a paper trail to nowhere!

Yeah, well, let's keep
pushing it, huh?

You know, there better
be something

from that shit show
Mackey's running.

Everybody thinks
he's Billy Big Bollocks

'cause he gets results.

But he's dangerous. He cuts corners,

gets people killed.

Good officers,
friends of mine.

You should've talked her
out of it.

Maddox.

The whole thing.

Maddox is a survivor.

Let the fun begin.

Come with us.

You gonna introduce me
to your friend, Heather?

What?

-Fuck off.
-What the fuck?

Go on, then.

Lexie?

Rafe's doing his punch

and we're all getting
ludicrously drunk.

Come on.

Be there in a sec.

Sorry we didn't wait
for ya.

For you, my dear.

I've been thinking,
there's something
I need to tell you.

What is it?

I wanna do
right by you, Abby.

I didn't before and...

Then I almost died.

It's for the best
that I lost the baby.

I think it would've
been very painful
for you.

Not at all.

Daniel would've been so happy.

We all would've been.

Hey, let's get
the party started.

Jesus, Rob!

Bastard.

I am done with you.

I'm done with you, Rob.

-Do you hear me?

I mean it this time.

Don't come home.

We're so happy.

-We're all so happy.

Give me a smile.

Whoa, whoa.

Who the fuck

are you?