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Ah, jeez.

Johnny.

Johnny.

Jack, this is important.

Cody, give me a minute, and then I'll kill you.

Good crack last night?

Probably unforgettable.

Jack, there was a murder last night.

They were just by the church, by the car.

Young fella got capped in the brains.

No witnesses.

Apparently the victim's a local lad, a Damien Flood.

Damien Flood?

Isn't that one of Brendan Flood's sons?

Who's Brendan Flood?

Used to be a guard, a good one.

Till he got religion.

Right.

I reckon we start by interviewing the family.

Then we need to focus on the motive for the murder.

Easy, Batman.

Not a charity, but a living to make.

But this looks like a big case.

It could make her names.

Taylor and Cody, crack Galway murder case.

More like Taylor and Cody get their heads cracked

by the guards for putting into a murder case.

Where are you going?

To make a living.

Jack Taylor.

Maggie McCarthy.

An old stone building used to stand here.

Magdalene Laundrie.

One of the clergy's brighter ideas.

If naughty girls clean enough dirty laundry,

some of the detergents bound to rub off in their sinning soles.

Would you imprison someone for stealing a loaf of bread?

For misbehaving?

For being raped?

I'm sorry.

I'm still...

It's only been a week since we've buried our mother.

There's no need to apologize.

It was a relief, really, in the end.

She didn't have an easy life, ma'am.

Manic depression, self-mutilation.

Violent rages.

Herself and Dad eventually broke up.

I moved up north with him.

My brother stayed here with ma'am.

When she died, we thought that there would finally be some closure.

But going through her belongings, I found an old diary.

I'd never seen it before.

It certainly explained a lot.

Six years she spent in there.

1960 to '66.

And every day was a torture.

It was a bad place.

There was one nun in particular.

Ma'am never mentions her by name in the diary.

But the girls called her Lucifer.

Sounds appropriate.

She's the one who took my mother's life.

I want you to find this Lucifer.

Find out who she is.

Will this be enough?

You pay me to find someone who'll bump them off?

You mentioned the diary.

That's private.

If I take this case on, nothing is private.

It's the only thing she left me.

I'll guard it with my life.

That's a promise.

Okay.

At least you...

The last time I heard those three words followed

by my name, a young boy ended up getting killed.

It wasn't half a mind to run back and shout, "Lady, don't be a feckin' eejit."

Nobody trusts Jack Taylor, and neither should you.

Cardinal, I see your four weeks left of your probationary period.

That's correct, sir.

Well, you've worked hard. Extra hours. Over time.

And DS cabinet's playing a good word for you.

Has he?

And in my view, you've demonstrated your ability to return to full-time duty.

So I'm reinstating you, as and of today.

Thank you, sir.

And Numa, if you value your career in the force, stay away from Jack Taylor.

Yes, sir.

Kate.

DS cabinet.

Dave, please. My name's Dave.

What's the deal with you putting in a good word for me with Clancy?

Uh... What are you after?

I'm not after anything.

So you just did it out of the goodness of your heart?

Look, uh, we got off on the wrong foot.

It was a big case for me, and I was, well, over-eager.

In the end, you were right, and I was...

But let's just say I don't blame you for what you did.

Anyway, glad to see you back full-time.

Thank you.

What do you know about the Magdalene laundries?

Mad nuns, unhappy girls, tons of washing.

I've seen the film, Mike.

What's going on, Skip?

I want you to go into church records.

Dig up every file you can find on the St. Monica's laundry in Galway, 1960 to 1966.

They about have a list of nuns who work there as well as the girls.

Church records?

I don't know.

Sure, they're worse than the CIA.

They'll never let me into their files.

As for you, clever disguise comes in.

Clever disguise?

For fuck's sake, Cody, make something up.

Young, single, Catholic, never heard of it.

We posted Ireland's number one religious website.

Last month, we streamed the Pope's speech straight from the Vatican.

Stream?

Bit of a tech of yourself, I hear.

At the moment, we're doing a piece in the

religious history of Galway, which is why I'm here.

You'd have to fill out these forms.

Your application will take three weeks to process.

Your application will take three weeks to process.

Could I not look at the files first and fill out the forms after?

No.

Father?

Hello?

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Nothing broke.

No.

She's fine.

No, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no.

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No, no, no, no, no.

I found the poor creature outside. She probably tried to

run away, then changed her mind and couldn't get back in.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Jack Taylor.

Nice fields, Bill. Have you got insurance for that?

Still chasing lost cats and lost causes, huh?

You know me, Bill. Always playing the big time.

I heard you had a new case.

You can use troubles fast.

I want you to drop it.

Or else what? You run me over with a wheelchair?

Usual imagination, Jack?

I don't take kindly to threats, Bill.

Maybe it's time you learned, huh?

Go on, Jack. I want that diary.

What diary would that be, Bill?

Casey here has been like a son to me.

What you did to him, most people have their faces ripped off.

But you and I go back, Jack.

So I let it slide just this once.

That fellow, I've seen him before.

Bill Castle. Runs a drug trade in town.

Castle, right. I've heard stories about him.

He's the one who pushed a guy's face in the deep fat fryer, right?

Nah, it's a myth. He never put his face in the fat.

Never believed it, anyway.

It was his balls.

Job interviewer. Her unit's trying to impress me.

How'd you get on?

Right. I had a chat with some of the old fellas

living near the laundries their whole lives.

They don't recall any names for the penguins.

Kept it themselves, they did. Had their own little

church, own little graveyard, rarely left the premises.

Right cozy set up.

It seems weird, though.

If this didn't loose for her, she'd have lived here for years,

but none of the oldies know who she was or what happened to her.

Well, all the silence, Cody. That's how this country worked.

Wait, wait. I'll try and track down some of the

girls who were there or so, but it'll take time.

This case doesn't make any sense. Why is Bill Castle?

Biggest drug lord in the West, protecting scum like Lucifer.

Does somebody pay him to?

No, Bill's loaded. He doesn't need the money, any?

If it's not about money, then what is it about? Religion?

Yeah, that's it.

Maybe Bill's doing the church a personal favor.

He helps them to cover for Lucifer's crimes, and they'll

make sure he doesn't end up in purgatory for his sins.

Drag your arse back to planet Earth, Cody?

It was just a theory.

Why is Bill after the diary?

Maybe there's something in there that can reveal Lucifer's real identity.

Something else, something which incriminates Bill personally.

Or a 50-year-old diary.

What lies behind us and what lies before us are

tiny matters compared to what lies within us.

What?

Not what, but who? Ralph Waldo Emerson.

Who?

Oh, forget it. I'll catch you later.

Ah, Jeff, thanks very much for coming.

I might just take your dollars.

God knows I've seen too many young people die in my lifetime.

But this one got me where it hurts.

Ah, Brad and Angelina.

I never thought I'd live to see the day.

What day would that be, ma'am?

You in an ironed shirt with a tie.

Is that a compliment I feel sticking from my back?

I try my best.

Your best, Jack, isn't worth a penny.

Useless and worthless, just like your father.

What are you up to, Jack?

Why is your lackey nose and own church records?

Just brushing up on history.

A thousand welcomes to you too.

Taylor?

Taylor? What happened to Jack?

I'm just off probation.

Clancy made it very clear that fraternizing with

you could be seriously hazardous to my career.

Ah, the career.

Fuck you, Jack.

My job's very important to me.

It's everything to me.

Yeah. Yeah, I'm sorry.

So any leads?

It's a professional list, no doubt.

The kid had no criminal connections,

so no reason why anyone should want him bumped up.

Mistaken identity, so?

Most likely. Wrong place, wrong time.

By the judgment. By the judgment.

No one has been... No one...

She has a point.

I, uh...

Get this over and done with.

Hey, man. Jack.

Brendan.

I'm so sorry for your loss, Brendan.

Jack.

Thank you, Jack.

Thank you so much.

Ah, Jesus.

Dear God.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Beatty.

Oh, of course. I'll pay for the damage.

Hack away, Mr. Taylor.

The insurance will cover it.

You have insurance?

No, but I always wanted to say that.

What on earth could they have been looking for?

Have you had enough?

Just about.

Fancy a quick pint?

I'm busy.

Oh.

Some other time, then?

It's Bill's man.

Casey. No doubt about it.

Are you bringing formal charges against him for the break-in?

Of course not. He won't have left any traces.

So why tell me?

Pull Castle in for question.

Rattle his cage a bit.

I need you to keep him off my back for a while.

Buy me some time.

You know I can't do that without reasonable cause.

Why?

Mrs. Galway, not LA. Just make one up.

Is that what you used to do?

Listen, I put everything on the line for you last time, Jack.

It's time you're on your own.

You missed a bit, dear.

You'll need to do it all over again.

I'll be right back.

Happy birthday, Mary Catherine Kerrigan.

Happy birthday, Mary Catherine Kerrigan.

You all right, Jack?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm fine.

Dad. Yeah, yeah.

It's impossible, Skip.

All the old girls that used to be in the launderers,

they must have done a runner or something.

I can't find a single one.

Don't worry. I have.

Really?

Who?

I'll handle this on my own, Cordy.

Ah, Jack.

Didn't recognize you were a point in your hand.

Was there something you wanted, Jack?

I had a son visit his own mother.

You wrecked the son all your life.

She never acted the mother?

No.

I've been doing some interesting reading lately.

You always wear a dibble for the books?

Like your father?

Well, this book has three main characters in it.

Their names are Geraldine, Louise, and Mary.

That's nice.

The fourth character, but we never find out her real name.

But the girls call her Lucifer.

That's a shame.

After 30 years, finally something we can agree on.

You called it a bad time, son.

I'm about to turn in.

You can see yourself out, father.

Good night.

What was her name?

Good night, son.

Jack, why didn't you tell me you were in there?

Why didn't I?

I know you were in the Magdalens.

Mary Catherine Kerrigan.

The Magdalen girls were there for a reason.

They were whores.

Are you calling me a whore, son?

I never said that.

The nuns did those girls a service by taking the men.

Those whores deserve everything coming to them.

What was her name?

Tell me Lucifer's name.

Get out of my house.

Jack, try to understand.

You can't imagine what your mother's been through.

I know exactly what she's been through.

She needs time to get over it.

She's had 50 years.

For some, a lifetime isn't enough.

How do I look?

It was nice of them to send someone to see you.

The Taylors are all friends and family.

Since they live in Goldwyn, they had to send someone to visit me at least once.

They didn't have to. They could have just left you.

No.

They wanted to see the Kerrigan's fallen woman and gloat about it.

Do you know who it is? They'll be coming.

Wait!

Mr. Taylor, there will be no tobacco, no alcoholic beverages, and no dancing.

You have one hour.

All I know is he didn't find out from church records.

I removed the magnet and filed it years ago.

Nobody noticed because nobody cared.

Besides, all that is so much water under the bridge right now.

It never goes away, Father.

Do you want me to stay, Mary?

I don't know what my life would have been like without you, Father.

Since Patrick's passing, you've been like a rock to me.

Nonsense, Mary. For you, I'd do it.

I think I'd like to be alone, Father.

God bless them.

He pulled back the chair for me. Can you believe it? Me, a cynic.

Sounds like a decent fellow, this Paddy Taylor.

Too decent by half.

I started crying. Told him all about how he'd treat us here.

He nearly fell over. He had no idea what to do, poor dude.

Mary!

But he didn't turn tail. He handed me his hanky.

And he agreed to see me again.

Paddy Taylor's gonna be my way out of here, Charlie.

I'll marry him if it's the last thing I do.

Do you even like him?

He'll do. He works the railway. Smells of oil.

It's not fair in here, Mary.

Fair? Is this fair?

I'm getting out of here. I'm having a life that kills me.

No!

You've been staring at your pint for over an hour.

You're coming down with something.

Nothing I didn't already have. Any good?

Henry James, turn to the screw.

Oh, that's a good one.

My dad was mad for the books.

Cowboy books. There was always a battered Zane Grey in his jacket.

I had no time for the things myself back then.

He started passing them on to me and told me to stick with it.

And for my tenth birthday, he gave me a library card.

I remember the library.

It's being topped at the courthouse, right?

Books above, card below.

Every time I went in there, I'd gaze in awe at the guard he below.

Every day after school.

As soon as I got a few pennies scraped together, I started buying books of my own.

You had this enormous bookcase. Practically filled one wall.

Dad built that bookcase.

He scrounged leftover timbers, varnished it, pieced it all together.

He was no carbon of mine.

Never saw him make anything with his hands ever again.

But man, that bookcase.

It's my very own little library.

And what did ma'am say?

I suppose you'll tell me we can eat books.

I'd like to see them books by a loaf of bread.

I write to you every week, Mary, but there's never a reply.

I don't expect one either.

The sisters read all our mail,

and I know Lucifer would never give me the pleasure of a letter from you.

But I don't care.

Our friendship is stronger than that.

It's stronger than anything.

It's the only thing that keeps me going, dear Mary.

Knowing that one day I will get out of here,

and then I will see you again, I promise.

When I came back that Christmas, the books were gone.

She'd sold them.

Chopped the bookcase up for firewood.

Dad just sat there, his feet in front of the blazing fire.

The newspaper in his hands.

It was his way of coping with the ruin.

He said, "I'd like to see you again.

" He said, "I'd like to see you again."

He said, "I'd like to see you again."

It was his way of coping with the ruin.

He never said anything. He never got angry.

That night I walked out.

I never lived in that house again.

Dezville, if you stop taking your victims, you look like shit.

You're not looking so rosy yourself, Jack.

But you're right.

I don't have much time left.

Dead on wheels, eh?

I want that diary, Jack.

Over my dead body.

I meant that metaphorically.

Sorry, Casey, big word.

How come I'm dead?

You're not that stupid.

I'm fine here. Be heard all over the neighborhood.

Apparently be in here before you can say Special Olympics.

Listen, Bill.

Jesus fucking Christ, Bill. Will you stop that?

Okay. I just need time.

Huh?

Bill?

Fuck's sake, Bill. Will you listen?

Lucky man, Jack.

I'm sure everybody's luck runs out sometime, huh?

Hey, Bill. Come on.

Come on. Come on.

Oh, for fuck's sake, Bill. Stop that.

Let's make a deal, Bill.

All right.

All right.

You can have the bloody diary. I'll get it for you. I'll get it.

Not as stupid as you look, Jack.

This better be the real deal, Taylor.

What the hell was that about?

Shot. No.

Got that, huh?

Worth.

Fuck it. I made a promise.

What are you doing, Jack?

Something I'll probably regret.

Ah, Taylor, you're gonna die, so left knee, right knee.

Fuck you, bitch.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

There you go.

Are you all right, Mr. Taylor?

Oh, yeah, I'm grand.

It's just the usual Mrs. Bailey.

No, it isn't.

You've been through the wars.

Good, strong coffee will sort you out.

For a star, Mrs. Bailey.

Miss B, could I get some... What's the story with her?

Why does she never serve me?

Maybe she just doesn't like you.

What's not to like?

Calling her Mrs. B, for starters.

Well, that's just a joke.

Oh, shh.

Good morning, Galway.

There were two murders in the city last night.

A father with gunshot wounds was found

in Pop Lane off Dominic Street.

The victim has been named locally as Casey Meehan of...

Casey? That's Bill Cashel's father.

The Gordie are treating the death as suspicious.

In another incident, the body of a young man

in his late teens was found in a children's play area

near the cathedral in the early hours of this morning.

The victim's name is Lorcan Flood of 40 Atlantic Heights, Salt Hill.

You okay, Skip?

Lorcan Flood would be alive today if I hadn't been so feckin' blind.

There was no way you could have known he might be targeted.

His brother's murder looks like he kissed a mistaken identity.

Amy and Flood's murder was professional, clean, neat.

Professionals don't make beginners' mistakes like that.

If I hadn't had the head screwed on straight, I would have caught Tom.

I'm gonna find whoever did this, and I'm gonna mail his arse to the wall.

Now, if you want to bail, Cordie, do it now.

Should have expected you to turn up.

Like the rain, Luna.

There's many leads.

Jack, your timing is...

Is vagabond botherin' you, Gardiner?

I heard Clancy had a new left dog.

Well, the position was vacant after you...left.

I'm sure you've made it your own days, Cavanaugh.

My reputation precedes me.

If you can call it that.

Reputation, I mean.

Funny guy, huh?

Mr. Saturday Night, that's me.

This is a crime scene, Taylor. Move on.

I'm just chattin' with a maple.

You're obstructin' the Garda Sheik honor from carryin' out their duties.

Get a move on.

Come on, Jack. You got things to do.

Left dog.

Do you want a cup of tea, Andy?

Thanks.

Shamus.

Jack.

Brendan.

Jack.

Brendan, I'm so sorry.

Why, Jack? They were good lads.

They never hurt anyone.

Why, Jack?

I don't know, but I'll find out.

I swear to God, I will find out.

God's punishing us.

What's he never committed?

Why is he punishing us?

You haven't done anything.

What if Shamus is next?

I know he's next. I can feel it.

What can I do, Jack? How can I stop it?

I won't let that happen.

Jack!

I'd love to stay and discuss the weather, but I am late for my yoga class.

If your mother wants to see you, she'll have to stand in line.

It'll be the death of her, Jack.

Can I have that in writing?

It's about the... the thing you mentioned the other night.

What do you want?

You mentioned Geraldine last night.

That's right.

Is she still?

No, no, she's gone.

How?

She took her own life.

Did she...

Did she have a family?

She married.

Had a son and a daughter.

Good.

They, uh, didn't have a good time of it.

No.

None of us did.

Being in there, I...

I can't imagine what that must have been like.

Do you have a shave, son?

You're taken.

And these? I'm being these?

Don't worry about me. I'll be grand.

Why aren't you in the laundries, Geraldine?

Sister Imelda gave me permission, sister.

I'm sorry. I don't have a farewell present for you, Mary Catherine.

That's all right, sister.

What do you think of something?

Isn't that funny now?

If I'd caught you with tobacco last week, Mary Catherine,

well, you know the punishment.

But you'll be a married woman soon.

It's time you were treated as a grown-up, eh?

Pleasure. Go on.

Thank you, sister.

Thank you, sister.

Inhale deeply now. There's a good girl.

Go on. Don't be afraid. Enjoy it.

You think you're getting away, don't you?

I know your plan.

You'll get married, have a house, have children.

And you'll make sure there's nothing ever

to remind you of me or of your time in here.

Maybe.

But you see, I'll always be with you.

Because you let me in here.

And that's where I'll stay.

How about that farewell present?

They're up so fast, aren't they?

What have you got?

Same memo as the earlier murder.

Single bullet, back of the head.

The numbers suggest they came from the same gun.

No shit, Sherlock. I could have told you that.

Obviously, the first murder wasn't a case of mistaken identity.

Neither boy had any criminal connections.

But the boy's father, Brendan, is an ex-guard.

Plenty of criminals he's put away who could bear grudges.

So most likely, someone's trying to get back a Brendan flood.

Who succeeded at that?

So far, no leads, no fingerprints, no DNA traces, nothing.

There's got to be something. There's always something.

You know what tack there is?

Not for this particular murder.

What you on about, Noonan?

There was another murder that night. You hear about that?

Vaguely.

Casey Meehan, known associate of local drug lord Bill Castle.

Single gunshot wound to the heart.

Ah, gang war or so.

This was found close to the body.

A button for an old-style guard, the Great Coat.

The kind they don't make anymore.

What the fuck were you thinking, Jack?

Well, listen, Kate...

It's a long story.

Try me.

Come on! Yes! Thank you!

Why didn't you turn yourself in right away? Show you had nothing to hide.

Come on, Kate.

You know, as well as I do, the Clancy would crucify me given half a chance.

If anyone found out you had a sealed guard evidence

bag in your pocket, you'd be suspended on the spot.

Don't you think I know that?

So what should I do, Jack?

Put the evidence back where it belongs?

Lose it?

If I'm caught, I'll never work as a guard again. Ever.

Do your duty.

Hand it in, give me two days.

Give me 48 hours, just give me that.

You'll get 36.

Chuck us the ball out, will you?

I thought we were on the same team here.

Hey Jack, I know this great little pizza place on Dominic Street. Birds love it.

What?

You want the rosa tree over there?

I've seen you two check each other out.

Check each other out?

First of all, Noonan is your enough to be my daughter,

and second of all, she's a royal pain in the arse.

Must be love, so...

gobshite.

Fuck me.

You've got witnesses to both the foot murders.

Find out everything you can. There's bound to be someone who saw something.

Guys.

Cody, work fast.

Right, Skipper.

Oh, and just one question.

Galway United are playing next Friday.

I thought maybe we could, you know.

What?

Oh, no rush. You don't have to decide now or anything.

Sure, we're probably busy Friday anyway.

Yeah, our father is here.

Right. Bye, Mark.

Missy Bailey, what are you doing?

Asher, you wait weeks for tradesmen these days.

Now, I know how precious you are about your

books, so I left them for you to sort out.

Oh, you really didn't have to.

I found that on the floor by clearing up.

Hello. You're in there, Casey.

I'll get him for you.

Oh, there you are.

Mr. Taylor, have you any news?

Miss McCarthy, I'm sorry this will have to wait.

You found her, haven't you?

It may be nothing.

I'll have to check it out first and get back to you in the morning.

I'm coming with you.

I don't think that's a good idea.

I do.

We're 24.

Thank you, Mr. Taylor.

You've done what I asked.

Your job is done.

It's only just start.

Yes?

Miss Monroe, my name is Maggie McCarthy.

This is Jack Taylor.

May we have a word?

What about?

It would be better to discuss inside.

Step in.

What's this about?

It's about my mother, Geraldine.

I don't know any Geraldine.

St. Monica's, Magdalen Laundry, 1960 to 1966.

I'm afraid my memory isn't what it used to be.

I'm forgetful these days.

My mother wanted to forget, but she couldn't.

And in the end, the weight of those memories was too much.

I'm afraid I can't help you.

Can't or won't?

Was it a sexual kick?

Excuse me.

Torturing those girls, did you get a sexual kick out of it?

You were married to God, but sure, let's face

it, he's no great shakes in the sack, you see.

You hated those girls because they had something you didn't.

Love.

Loyalty.

Sex.

That's what you wanted to destroy.

Mr. Taylor, please!

How many lives did you ruin?

Did you keep tally?

Have you got a little black ledger somewhere?

That keeps you warm on cold winter's evenings?

You want to kill me.

I can see it in your eyes.

Don't tempt me, bitch.

It would be a relief.

I always knew my day of reckoning would arrive.

That he would punish me for my sins.

But I never thought it would happen this way.

My nephews.

You're right, Mr. Taylor.

I never did care for anyone.

These boys were different.

They were special.

I had no sons of my own and

they gave me something to live for after I left the Magdalens.

Now God is punishing me

by taking them away from me.

Bathing me in the blood of innocents.

Leaving me with nothing.

You want to kill me.

I want to die.

Mr. Taylor!

Mr. Taylor!

What do you intend to do about her?

I know what it's like to lose someone.

First man dies, now my brother's in hospital with cancer.

You only need to take one look at that woman's

face to know she's living her punishment.

You mean you're not going to do a thing?

No.

And neither will you.

What the hell is that?

You look so long in the face,

I thought you might fancy trying something new.

So this psycho penguin is related to the murder victims?

It makes you think whoever killed those boys

was not out to get Brendan Floyd.

Read him and roll.

Revenge for the Magdalens?

But who?

Manky McCarthy?

No.

No. These murders are too calculated.

There's a cold heart behind them.

I turned up feck all from witnesses to the flood murderers,

but I finally found a list of some previous inmates for the Magdalens.

Few are still living in Galway.

Good work, Cody.

One of these is behind it all, I'm sure of it.

Now talk to them.

Get a sense of who they are, how deep their hate runs.

Right, Skip.

Jeff.

You got a troublemaker in the no-smoking zone.

It's your mother, Jack. She's had a stroke.

The right side of her body and her face are paralyzed.

She hasn't recovered her speech.

She's been disarmed, so...

Only time will tell whether she will make a full recovery or not.

You're welcome to go in.

Ma'am?

I got your message.

Thanks.

You want some?

I got it.

Oh...

Look at you.

Don't you?

She can't hear you.

She never did.

Look at her.

So what I wanted to ask you about specifically, Mrs.

Connell, was, um...

time you spent, um...

in St. Monica's laundry, and experiences you might have had while you were there.

Um, one name that's been popping up... Um... One of the head

nuns who was there, who was known, um, by the name Lucifer.

Oh, my... She was so cruel.

People getting their heads shaved and beaten

and deprived of food and just... Evil, vindictive.

She'd take her shoe off and she'd wallop you.

You didn't question the church?

They'd be pulled out of their beds in the

middle of the night and dragged down the condo.

It's the eyes that stay in my memory.

The cold, black, no emotion.

I did it because of the result.

No, I shouldn't have been.

Okay.

Can I have one of those, sir?

Christ, those poor women.

I won't sleep a wink for days.

Any of them calculated enough to bump off Rita's nephews?

Well, they all have plenty of anger and plenty of hate, but...

they've moved on.

No, I don't think so.

This is Balak's Cody. We're missing something.

Something obvious.

Who is she?

I mean your mum.

She's been jigs and reels. She's had a stroke. What do you think?

You want to talk about it?

I'm an Irish male. I've got one coping mechanism.

Repression.

You're a trooper, lad.

Go home. Get some sleep.

See you in the morning, Tom.

Come in.

Is this official or social?

Six to 36 hours. You still have ten left.

No, thanks. I'm on duty.

Brendan Flood's house is under police guard.

You dropped him for a friendly visit.

I heard about your mum, Jack.

I'm sorry.

Bad things happen to you when you get old.

Did I ever tell you about my dad?

He was an accountant.

Not a very good one.

The thing I remember most about him is he had five suits, all identical.

And he took the same train to work every morning.

The 805 from Athenry to Galway.

Anyway, he worked without promotion until he was 50.

Mum nagged him ferociously.

And when I was nine, he lost his job due to drinking.

Mum lost the rag. Kicked him out.

So he took his suits.

He moved out.

And he stepped in front of the 805.

Mum withered away.

She missed him, not because she loved him.

Because she had no one left to hate.

She got cancer and dropped five stone in a month.

Jack?

Jack, are you even listening to me?

Christ.

Oh, I'm sorry for cutting in on your drinking time.

Hello?

Maggie, it's Jack Taylor.

Jack?

What do you want?

Your mother's full name. What is it?

Geraldine Joanne McCarthy.

I mean her maiden name.

Castle. Why?

And your brother.

The one in hospital with cancer. His name's Bill, isn't it?

Yes.

When my parents separated, he took my mum's side.

Stayed here in Galway with her. Took her last name.

Do you know Bill?

We used to go to school together.

Way, way back.

He took a turn for the worse yesterday.

He's in intensive care.

They say he doesn't have long.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Bill doesn't have many friends left.

Maybe seeing an old schoolmate might bring him some comfort.

Consider it done.

I'm Bill Castle.

Yes, are you family or friend?

A friend. Definitely.

Bill, what's the craic?

You didn't think they were for you, did you?

You were a dead man, Taylor.

And you are?

Casey was a good boy.

He was gonna take over from me. He was like a son.

Speaking of family, Bill, I'm just after having a chat with your sister.

Your mum was everything to you, wasn't she?

But she was damaged goods.

You always blame your dad.

But after she died, you and your sis found her old diary.

And you realised there was only one person to blame.

Lucifer.

What would you have done, Jack?

If it had been your mother?

It took a while, but I found her.

Dying was too good for Rita Monroe.

If you really want to torture somebody, make them suffer.

Then take away what they love the most.

Our nephews. The flood boys.

You had me fooled, Bill.

Thought you were trying to protect Lucifer.

But the real reason was you didn't want me digging around.

Finding a connection between you and Rita Monroe.

Most of all, you didn't want your sweet, innocent sister

finding out the monstrous revenge her brother was taking.

I'm back here again.

And Maggie's a good one.

She knows I'm not exactly an angel, but I didn't want her tainted by any of this.

She had a mind of her own.

Wanted to find Lucifer same as you, only you were one step ahead of her.

And I had Casey do your dirty work.

Not Casey.

I didn't want him involved.

I hired a fella from Dublin.

He was my sword of vengeance.

Vengeance being the murder of two innocent boys.

Two?

I hired him to do all three.

I'm expecting good news any minute, Jack.

And when the third flood boy is gone, it'll be your turn.

You'll pay as well, Jack.

So, you'll finally get to have that drink with you?

The cousin place you picked.

Not up to your high standards, do you ask, haven't I?

We were first worried about making tea.

Never used tea bags, always leaves.

Scull the pot thoroughly before pouring the water in,

allow it to fuse for five minutes and never, ever pour milk in after.

Jack? What's going on? Jack?

Shh.

Yeah, no. No, I can't sleep.

I just want to be awake.

Hello?

Kate.

Call for backup. He's coming back.

What? I can't. You're breaking up.

Someone's coming for Seamus.

Hello?

Is he okay?

Jack.

Jack.

Shit.

Christ, Jack.

I didn't see him.

Bad light.

Jack.

Jack.

No, don't move. The ambulance is coming.

How long was I out?

Seconds.

We need to get a brand of blood, Seamus.

Now!

Drive.

That's my car.

It's just Seamus.

I'll go and check.

Seamus.

It's all right, son.

Just check.

No need to keep checking on me, Dad.

I'm fine.

Wait, wait, wait. It's Jack.

What the hell is he doing here?

Jack, what are you...

Hey, hey!

No, stay back. He's got a gun.

Where is he?

Police! Put down your weapons!

Taylor?

Thank you.

Thank you for coming, Jack.

Phil would have appreciated it.

Don't know about that.

Maggie.

Rita Monroe's funeral.

She was found dead in her house.

Same night that Bill died.

Strange kind of justice.

He hated her.

You knew about that?

When we found the diary, it was all I could think about.

The rage was choking him.

I needed to find Rita Monroe before he did.

I knew what Bill was capable of.

But at least he died with a clear conscience.

Let their hatred be buried with them.

Thank you.

Not doing double duty?

May that magnate and bitch rot in hell.

It's not very Christian of your father.

Either was what she did to your mother.

One way or another, we all end up paying for our sins.

Is your mother home?

Where is the Jack?

Good morning.

May I help you?

Are you from the Halton side?

I'm sure we could spare a few eggs and milk if you wait a moment.

Jack, go on, good boy.

Who is it, Patty?

Can I do something for you, miss?

She's from the Halton side.

Jack's fetching some eggs.

That won't be necessary.

This girl has the wrong house.

Mary.

This is a family of good sounding.

There's no place for girls like her here.

Now hang on a second, Mary.

Stop whining, Patty, and get back inside.

Now!

Come on, Jack.

Come on, good boy.

There you go, go on.

Go on.

Go on, Jack.

Bring back anything with an umbrella in it.

You're dead.

How's your mum?

Silent.

For once.

You haven't gone to see her?

I was busy getting shot.

No, I was busy myself, doing my duty.

Something you're not familiar with.

I might know a fair what my duty is,

but I know what your duty is.

I was a sworn member of the Guard of Sheikana.

The 36 hours you gave me, you've been up for a while now.

I can count.

Processing evidence.

Matching a prince on the button with mine.

Takes no more than a few hours.

Wow.

With that kind of reasoning, I'm amazed we never made super.

When you make super, you gotta play by the rules.

Like you, Kate.

Who says I do?

Kate, you're up.

Duty calls.

The water is wide

I can't cross it

And neither have

My wings to fly

Give me a boat

That can carry two

And both shall row

My love and I

Love is gentle

And love is kind

The sweetest flower

When first it's new

But love grows old

And waxes gold

And fades away

Like morning dew

And fades away

Like morning dew

Pam.

It's me.

Your son.