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It's you three will not see age or death coming,

you that were my company

when the fires on the hilltops were put out

and the stars were our friends only.

...where there'd be a birch tree

making shelter and a dry stone.

Though from this day, my own hands will make a tent for me.

[ Laughter ]

[ Thud ]

- Oh, my God. - Jesus.

- Is she okay? - She's really hurt.

What's happening?

Oh, my God!

Jesus!

Sarah! What happened?

She fell.

An ambulance. Call an ambulance.

YOUNG WOMAN: Get an ambulance.

Good woman, you broke a personal record there.

JACK: Don't we make a grand pair?

My mother is seven months into recovery from a stroke,

me celebrating six months on the dry.

Friend.

Your father.

Disgusting.

KATE: Jack, what are you doing?

That's?

Greek yogurt.

It's supposed to be good for my stomach.

Yogurt?

Fix you?

[ Laughing ]

[ Siren wailing ]

Can I have a quick word?

Jennings made detective -- Keith Jennings.

And you want his number to congratulate him?

Jennings is hardworking. He's a team player.

Team player? You mean he plays Hurley.

Jennings has to work hard just to cover his own mess-ups.

That suicide, the Bradley girl. Where are we?

As well as the fall, there were signs of an overdose.

Toxicology should be back later today.

[ Sighs ]

Kate, you'll make detective.

You've been a booksy for what, four months?

Five. Five months.

I did a year.

Do things by the book -- or be seen to be doing it by the book.

Thank you, Detective Sergeant.

[ Bells chiming ]

JACK: A horrible tragedy.

Misery for her family.

But you didn't ask me here to see if I know any good elegies.

You have a reputation,

a skilled finder of lost things, hidden things, truths.

Easy, Professor.

Flattery goes straight to my head.

I become insufferable.

The Guards seem content with the verdict of suicide,

and perhaps they are right.

Perhaps.

What about misadventure?

A student gets high on something

and, well, very temporarily gets high on something else.

There was a note wrapped around Sarah's wedding finger.

What did it say?

Oh, only the Guards know.

Maybe they told the family.

You say Sarah was a drama student?

Oh, yes.

She dropped one of my drama courses last year.

As I recall, she didn't have any particular talent or interest.

Sarah was brimming with self-confidence.

I really cannot accept that she chose to end her life.

I'm asking you to look into it,

and I'm willing to pay.

KATE: Blood tests are due in tonight.

We'll know more then, but it looks like heroin.

Seriously? Her arms marked up?

Single puncture mark.

Must have been her first time out.

JACK: Not exactly your usual,

down-home variety smack overdose, is it?

KATE: That's the note that was wrapped around her finger.

This was done on an actual old typewriter,

holes punched in the paper.

"Is I who am desolate,

I, Sarah, that will not live till I am old."

That's Deirdre.

Who?

It's from "Deirdre of the Sorrows"

by John Millington Synge.

The line is Deirdre's.

It's just been changed to "Sarah" here.

And the costume -- She's a perfect Deirdre.

What?

As soon as I left it,

the Garda training college stopped teaching

the great tragic fairy tales of Ireland?

Jack, you know why I asked you to come here.

I get summoned so often to the apartments of young ladies,

I stopped questioning it.

It's one thing you seeing a file in passing

that, say, like this, I've carelessly left lying around,

but I can't bring you evidence

or make you copies like this anymore.

So it's about hassle from above,

that new Detective Sergeant Griffin.

This is about my career,

about trying to do things by the book.

[ Adult contemporary music plays ]

Aw, you're kidding me.

I'll change it.

Do not.

This is from my day and all that.

[ Laughs ]

The unmissable slow dance set.

Here's how the story goes.

Deirdre was born one of the world's great beauties,

and King Conchubor of Ulster vowed when she was of age,

he would marry her.

He had her raised deep and safe in the forest

where no lusty warrior could fall in love with her.

That rings a bell.

By the time Deirdre came of age,

the king was a crusty old devil

and Deirdre was headstrong.

She fell in love with a handsome, young warrior, Naisi.

They ran off to Scotland together,

where for seven years, they lived in bliss.

[ Both laugh ]

But Deirdre was too independent to live in hiding.

She insisted they come home

and face the old king together to demand her freedom.

And?

[ Intercom buzzing ]

Hello.

GRIFFIN: Hi. It's me.

I'll be down in a minute.

It's Griffin. He's early.

Anything interesting?

Come on. I told you a story.

And I brought you pictures. So evens?

Blow the candles out.

Pull the latch after you.

Oh, what happened? "Deirdre of the Sorrows."

They come home to face the king and...

The king has Deirdre's lover murdered,

and rather than marry the king,

Deirdre kills herself and joins her lover in the grave.

So "Deirdre of the Sorrows," verdict -- suicide.

[ Chuckles ]

I'm starving.

I was thinking spicy Thai, maybe fiery Mexican.

But, no, Kate Noonan to the hospital food.

KATE: We're not here for the hospital.

We're here for the morgue.

GRIFFIN: And this is the only puncture mark?

KATE: Yeah.

Blood tests are unusual.

There was heroin in her system, but that wasn't the overdose.

Sarah O.D.'d on hospital-grade morphine --

enough to kill her if the fall hadn't.

Morphine and heroin in one injection.

No. Only morphine was injected.

They found traces of aluminium on her nose.

Ah, tinfoil. She was a smoker, as well.

How long was she chasing the dragon?

KATE: For probably more than a year.

So she decides on suicide,

but wants to exit on something purer than street brand.

Only question is, where did she get the morphine?

We could check the hospital for patient prescriptions.

That'll take a court order.

Okay.

That's not the only question.

The dressing up, the literary note --

it feels wrong.

Put heroin in the mix, a lot of things stop seeming wrong.

Hi, Lynda. Good to see you.

I can say hello to Lynda.

You're looking well.

Likewise, Jack.

That's the small talk done.

Come on, it's the first case in months.

Unh, unh! Liam.

Have you got a leash and muzzle for him?

For now, you'll just have to take him as he is.

[ Engine turns over ]

JACK: See you, Lynda.

[ Cellphone rings ]

So, I read that play you were talking about,

Deirdre the whatever.

But it's something. It's hard going, but I found something.

Look here, start of Act Two.

"I came in the shower was before the dawn."

And?

"Came in the shower." Brilliant.

Great. You already sound like a student.

You're going to attend Sarah's lectures,

get the measure of her classmates, her lecturers.

You're sending me to school?

If it helps, think of it as undercover work.

Those and those open, that shut.

[ Students cheer ]

[ Violin playing ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Professor Gorman -- your client, right?

You know him?

We interviewed him, of course.

He doesn't believe that Sarah fell.

Fell, not jumped?

Are the Guards still thinking suicide?

That's the line.

And Sarah had a history of drug use.

JACK: Oh, but if she was alone,

how did she do up all those dress hooks?

Jack, put that away.

Let us begin now.

Oh, come on.

Rosary's about to kick off.

I can feel it.

[ Indistinct conversation ]

Professor Gorman?

Y-Yes?

Uh, Garda Kate Noonan.

Oh, good to see you again, Garda.

A development.

It turns out your expertise could be of some use.

Well, perhaps you misremember.

My expertise is dusty Irish literature.

Yes, and we need to talk about John Millington Synge.

Jack, let's not --

Oh, um, have you met Lawrence Doyle?

He taught Sarah before this dreadful business.

Jack Taylor, Garda Noonan.

They're piecing together what happened to Sarah.

Pressing interest, Mr. Taylor?

Just an interest in the truth.

Let me know if I can help.

For now, I'm running late.

Yes.

So, John Millington Synge.

[ Laughs ]

Well, visit me whenever you like.

Company is always welcome.

Five minutes, Jack.

And, please, no funny stuff.

Hi.

Hello. Thank you for coming.

[ Cellphone rings ]

Hello?

Yeah. Just popped by Sarah Bradley's.

Okay.

What the hell do you think you're doing?!

See a typewriter anywhere?

Out now. There's nothing here.

We already took her smoking stash.

See these books?

A random collection.

Strange for a student.

Every one of them came from the same shop.

Downstairs now.

Griffin's coming by, and I can't have him seeing you here.

What's he doing here?

I'm a concerned citizen touched by a local tragedy.

I'm here to pay my respects.

Is there something wrong with that?

I know about you, Taylor.

You're not a journalist, and you're not a cop.

What you are is trouble.

Oh, that sounds familiar.

Did you send me a Valentine's last year?

GRIFFIN: Okay, Taylor.

The Guards don't consider this a murder.

I'd hate to think I was interfering

with an investigation.

There's people mourning in there.

Are you coming, Kate?

Come here.

I told you about doing things by the book,

and the next day I find you giving that crazy bastard

a guided tour of a dead girl's home?

Come on.

Kate.

Look, I know you two go way back.

If you want to get ahead, scrape that guy off.

At the age of 51, compelled, apparently, by his horoscope,

W.B. Yeats proposes to Maud Gonne

for the fourth time.

[ Laughter ]

Failing, he turns immediately to Maud's 21-year-old daughter.

No success there.

Within a year, he proposes to Georgie Hyde-Lees.

- [ Cellphone beeps ] - Wedding bells at last.

Had Yeats invented a new complex wilder than that of Oedipus?

[ Laughs ]

Are these three women to remain blameless objects in the story?

What do we know of the spells they cast on the man?

Tomorrow, for answers, we look to the masters poetry.

Thank you. Everyone, take one of these.

Oedipus was a Greek king who fell in love with his mother.

He killed his father so he could marry her.

And it's spelled "O-e-d-i-p-u-s."

Are you spying on me or something?

Well, if you're... and you don't know Oedipus Rex,

you probably need someone watching out for you.

Yeah. Thanks for that. See you.

So it's obvious you're not a student.

What is it? Are you here scouting girls?

Are you a pervert? Jesus, you're a pervert.

I'm not a pervert.

Keep your voice down.

The girl who died, Sarah Bradley --

I'm looking into her death.

That is just fucking cool like!

So, who's in the frame?

Sarah was a right little witch, you know?

Kind of disappeared from college the last few months,

but before that, ladies, lock up your boyfriends.

When the rumors went around that she was smoking heroin,

I was even like, "Good.

Hope it kills you, you little witch."

Oh, God. Am I evil like?

I've met a few evil people in my time, Sheena,

and I don't think you cut it.

Anyways, I wasn't the only one who thought that stuff.

Sarah Bradley was the uber queen of the bitches, God rest her.

I think she even had a thing with him.

Dr. Lawrence Doyle.

And now you buy me two cocktails.

Happy hour for Sheena.

CODY: For what? For the info on Doyle?

I work part-time in college admin.

I have complete access to all records.

Thank you.

[ Laughter ]

One of the perks of sobriety --

back behind the wheel

after how many years not counting.

Oh, dear, oh, dear.

Poor Sarah.

"And it stretched upon the gravel will be my bed tonight."

So says Deirdre.

Are you sure that I can't tempt you?

A full disclosure, Professor.

I'm on the wagon, for today.

Well, I admire your candor.

Now, what do you have here?

Oh.

JACK: The note from Sarah's finger.

Hold on.

Yes, well, I think we can rule out

the involvement of John Millington Synge

and say that this is just an astonishing copy.

Jack, where the devil did you get access to these things?

Garda Noonan.

[ Laughs ] You are an intriguing man.

Stop calling me "professor."

Call me Eugene.

JACK: Fine.

Anyway, the play.

GORMAN: Well, the text is suffused with death and murder.

Synge himself died before its completion.

Yeats and Molly Allgood finished the work.

Always seemed like a feminist thing to me.

Deirdre makes her own choices.

She's strong, independent.

Maybe Sarah was, too.

That is one reading.

You could also say that Deirdre was a selfish beauty

who cared only for her own wishes

and in following them,

she spread sorrow and death all around her.

[ Gasps ]

My wife used to dance around here.

I can still see her disappearing among the trees [laughs]

laughing, appearing again.

Sorry. She passed away?

Ah, yes. Four years ago.

Cancer.

Far too banal an end for a woman of her high drama.

You know, at first, she despised it out here.

She thought that I'd kidnapped her away

from the bright lights, from the glamour of Galway City.

[ Laughs ]

Humor my own inquisition.

This Garda friend of yours, Kate Noonan --

do I detect a special relationship there?

No, no, no.

Kate's just as you said -- my Garda friend.

Someone told me that Guards don't have friends.

Isn't this air just glorious, eh?

Don't walk away when I'm talking to you, okay?

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

KAREN: It's not a game!

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

[ Rock 'n' roll music plays ]

MAN: Can I help you, sir?

John Millington Synge, Irish playwright and poet.

What can you do for me?

I think we're all out.

How much for the typewriter?

Five grand.

Belonged to William Burroughs.

I need to try it.

You need to fuck off.

I know who you are.

Taylor, isn't it?

You go around playing private eye and getting people killed.

That's the gist of it, yeah.

What about the girl?

She bought a lot of books here.

Aye, and jumped off a roof in the college.

Do you think it was something she read?

[ Chuckles ]

Now, you really don't look like the knife-carrying type.

But me...

I don't have to talk to you.

You're not a cop.

So everyone keeps reminding me.

I know who my students are,

and you're not one of them,

but you've been at all my lectures this week.

I'm just interested in learning about Yeats and Oedipus

and, uh, the lads.

You got a crush on me?

No!

Why is that because I'm studying,

everyone thinks I'm a weirdo?

Fine.

Feel free to attend my lectures.

You probably pay more attention than most of them anyway.

But stop tailing me,

and tell Jack Taylor to keep his nose out of my business.

[ Sighs ]

[ Techno music plays ]

Karen. Karen, please wait.

What did I do wrong?

What did you do? Not enough.

You're still seeing that old creep, Professor Doyle?

- [ Screams ] - Jesus.

- Oedipus! - [ Laughs ] Oh, right.

Didn't you recognize me?

Well, I suppose "dead girl" is kind of in bad taste,

considering your investigation.

Whoo!

[ TV playing ]

Uh, I was informed that you're reliably to be found here.

Professor -- Eugene.

Uh, a whiskey, Jeff, please.

And, also, I realized I owe you your first payment.

[ Sighs ]

You know, I admit to a fascination --

the cryptic clues, the femme fatale,

the hard-boiled investigator.

More fried than hard-boiled right now.

But why here?

I mean, you don't drink,

and I doubt that you're a sporting fan.

No, I follow a bit of footy.

But, no, the -- the real attraction, Eugene,

the atmosphere.

[ Chuckles ]

Gosh.

Oh, F-Fable's Bookshop.

JACK: The owner could be a heroin supplier.

Uh, don't want to scare him out of business

before he can be shaken down properly.

Shaken down?

That's marvelous.

YOUNG MAN: Karen, wait up.

Come back here.

[ Laughs ]

Come here for a second. Let me get a photo.

SHEENA: Cool.

CODY: Stand there.

All right, big zombie smile.

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

Lovely.

SHEENA: Thank you.

I need you to get me something from college records.

Fella missing an eye is Ronan Meyers.

About six months ago,

he went on a spree and murdered three swans.

I think the last one got his eye out in the process.

I can't believe he's not locked up.

"It's a long while men have been talking of Deirdre,

the child who had all gifts and the beauty that has no equal."

[ Clicks tongue ]

Give me a break.

I'm down to five of these a day.

[ Chuckles ]

It's a pretty subtle torture.

What suffering Jesus?

Jeff, that muck's been on all day.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

Jack?

Do you know him?

Oh, yes. I do, from campus.

Ronan Meyers, isn't it?

There was some unfortunate business with swans.

Diagnosed psychotic, if I'm correct.

He's on a special program.

Do you think he's a fit for Sarah Bradley's killer?

I'd like a word with him.

KAREN: No, it's not that.

Oh, it's not even funny anymore.

All night.

Aah!

MAN: Karen? Karen, are you there?

Karen?

They warned me about you, Karen.

They said you'd be like this.

I should have listened.

Karen?

Jack, how are you?

You got here finally.

Me and Sheena are an item.

You're fucking having me on?

I know. It's unbelievable, isn't it?

She's a real catch.

God, that's some river.

Listen to it go.

How's your mother?

"How are you?" is the question. What the hell are you on?

Sheena bought these pills off Ronan a few hours ago,

just to be sure, like.

He's gone now. I think he's done for the night.

So we thought, "Might as well just do half."

I thought it would have worn off by now,

but it's just better and better.

But don't worry, Jack. I'm on.

And I looked in to Ronan's file.

He's -- He's an outpatient on probation,

part of a new program

to see if college can help keep his mind active and all that.

JACK: Ronan.

Ronan!

Ronan, stop!

I got him, Jack!

I got you. Whoo!

Oh, dirty fighting, you!

Ronan!

I-I didn't do this!

I just want to talk to you.

Oh, oh, fuck, I'm dying.

Oh!

I just want to talk to you.

I'm slinging a bit of hash.

Nothing bigger.

No -- No powders or that.

Just for a bit of pocket money.

I don't touch the stuff myself.

I mean, I can't. You know the way.

I'm on good meds still -- antipsychotics, strong stuff.

You want some hash, drugs?

Cody, go back to your girl or go home, whatever you like.

You're not mad, are you?

You did good.

Go on.

Dirty fighting, you.

I quit the booze after what happened.

Nowhere to hide!

Gotcha.

[ Laughing evilly ]

- [ Electricity crackles ] - Aah!

KATE: Jack, what have you done?

Just get out of here!

I'm sorry, you know, the eye.

Never understood why you didn't shop me.

'Cause you did me a favor, Jack.

You stopped me.

What would I have done next?

You're doing your best to get better, right?

There's no point in kicking yourself.

There's always a hue of people willing to do that for you.

You won't tell them you saw me dealing?

I didn't tell on you. Sure, I didn't.

My lips are sealed.

I'm supposed to be on a curfew, you know?

[ Chuckles ]

But the window -- they don't know the lock's busted.

Can I ask you about something else?

The dead girl, huh?

She was a wild one.

She tried to score heroin.

This was over a year ago, though, before the whole...

She was getting it from somewhere.

Any ideas?

I sent her to the only guy I knew of,

but you didn't hear this from me, Jack, okay?

Guy's a total psycho.

Aren't we all?

[ Chuckles ]

Hey, how are you?

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Karen Low. She's not officially missing.

Her parents were in town last night.

She was supposed to meet them for dinner.

They can't believe she stood them up.

I met them.

I can believe it just fine.

Same year and studying the same subjects as Sarah Bradley.

Yeah.

She'll probably turn up in a bed-sit in Sligo,

lost her phone.

Look, start with friends and family.

By the time you're done, Karen will be back.

No apologies, no thanks.

Dealing straight out of the bookshop.

Apparently, the password is "Do you have any house music?"

Dated, isn't it?

That's the idea, I suppose.

Think he could have killed Sarah?

Drugs, literature, reputation as a bit of a psycho,

knife under the desk.

It's worth a rattle.

I pass.

After half-blinding someone in my last citizen's arrest,

I'm gonna pass this one to you.

Who's your source?

"Pitiful for want of pity."

What?

From "Deirdre of the Sorrows" by Synge.

You know Synge. One of Dad's favorites.

Not pitiful.

Just bad.

Pure bad.

Pure bad!

Yeah, we thought so, too.

All right, let us know when it's in place.

Drug squad will start surveillance on the bookshop

straightaway.

What's straightaway?

They'll be in place tonight, maybe in the morning.

Same year, studying the same subjects.

Just look at them. I think Karen's in danger.

GRIFFIN: That's a suicide and a missing girl.

There's no proven connection.

[ Scoffs ]

Who's your lead on this bookshop?

They don't want to be identified.

[ Scoffs ]

Right.

[ Sobs ]

Karen Low -- they're saying she's missing.

Apparently, Doyle had a thing with her

as well as Sarah Bradley.

Gone one day.

Does that even count as missing with students?

He knows we're onto him.

He warned me off. He's our man, Jack.

And now you're jumping ahead.

Mam!

Call an ambulance, Cody!

Ma?

Ma?

It's this hour we're between, the daytime and a night,

where there is sleep forever.

And isn't it a better thing to be following on...

[ Sniffling, crying ]

[ Piano plays ]

[ Voice breaking ] "This is Karen Low.

Don't miss me as 'Deirdre of the Sorrows.'

One performance only."

She was always giving out

about the availability of private rooms --

who was getting them.

She'd have loved this.

[ Police radio chatter ]

Taylor!

We need to talk.

Fine.

I'll show you where I want to go.

Okay, listen, maybe you're the kind of guy

who tries to do the right thing,

and maybe you keep fucking up.

It's me, your son.

[ No audio ]

MARY: Bad!

You need to stay away from Kate,

both professionally and personally.

You'd be doing her a favor.

What?

It's not complicated.

Just stay away from her.

Fuck!

For fuck's sake!

[ Rock 'n' roll music plays ]

Find anything you like?

Got any house music?

[ Lock rattles ]

This way.

[ Click ]

What the fuck are you doing here?

My regular guy got picked up.

Didn't even get bail.

I'm in need. I just want your help.

Well, if you're really in bad need, I'd love to help,

but I'd need a little convincing.

Now, could you think of something you could do

to show me how bad you're in need?

Yeah, whatever you want.

Can you fix me up first?

Then whatever you want.

I can have skag hag action anytime.

I'll take you straight.

In here.

I'll show you the goods, get you in the mood.

[ Clicking ]

I don't use needles. I smoke.

We can work that, too.

Lovely black tar.

You know, there's no reason why we can't both enjoy this.

Aah!

Bitch!

Come here.

You were right.

I really enjoyed that.

How was it for you?

You bitch. What are you, a cop?

Aah!

Where is she? Where's Karen?

I don't know any fucking Karen.

KATE: Where is she?

Aah! I don't know.

I haven't seen her in a week.

Aah!

She picked up her usual and left.

You're saying she's a user?

You didn't know that?

[ Cellphone ringing ]

KAREN: [ Voice breaking ] This is Karen Low.

Don't miss me as "Deirdre of the Sorrows,"

one performance only,

the place that bears the name of my author,

John Millington Synge.

[ Click ]

She said the place that bears Synge's name.

Synge Street in Dublin? What else bears his name?

Synge's grave, also in Dublin.

But Galway?

[ Bells chiming ]

They've acquired a site for development here on-campus

that's gonna be called the James Synge Hall.

[ Thunder rumbles ]

Jack.

This place is deserted most of the time.

He had as long as he needed.

Yeah, and he would have needed time, the sick fuck.

[ Siren wailing ]

What happened to your eye?

Jack Taylor happened.

Why? How?

I gave him a final warning to stay away from this case.

You mean to stay away from me.

Well, you're on this case. It's the same thing.

Jack received a direct message from the killer,

and until now, you insisted this wasn't even a case.

[ Sighs ]

I admit I was wrong about the girls.

You were right. I should have listened to you.

Kate, I know Jack was your lead on that bookshop,

and you could have been killed.

I made an assessment,

and I found the degree of risk acceptable.

Well, the next time,

let me have a say in that assessment, please?

[ Beeping ]

[ Sniffs ]

I know you had your ideas about Mary and me,

that there was more between us, perhaps an affair even.

It crossed my mind.

The last thing people expect from a priest these days

is decency.

We were friends, Jack.

We leaned on each other.

And, yes, in the most innocent way,

I loved Mary.

[ Voice breaking ] I loved her.

I'm glad she had that.

I'm glad for you, too.

Thanks, Jeff.

All right, Mum, I'm gonna head off.

- Okay. Thanks, love. - See you.

God bless all here.

What are that pair doing here?

They were friends of my father.

Knowing they were here would mean a lot to my mother.

Cody.

I wanted to say sorry about Doyle.

What do you mean?

You had your suspicions early on.

I shot you down.

I should have listened.

The Guards have him now.

We'll know soon enough if there's something in it.

But you shouldn't be thinking about all that anyway.

...Jack.

I was gonna head off.

Are you gonna be all right?

If I need your counseling services, I'll let you know.

Do.

Thanks for coming, lads.

GRIFFIN: Allegations of gross moral turpitude.

Is that what it's called

when a lecturer sleeps with a student --

"gross moral turpitude"?

Mm, that's what it's called.

What do you say about these allegations?

What I have to say is that these allegations were made

by Jack Taylor.

These photos were taken the day Karen disappeared.

Those photos were taken by Taylor's weasel-faced sidekick.

KATE: It doesn't matter who took the photos.

It matters who's in them.

One more time, Detective, am I being charged?

No. You're just helping the Gardaí with their inquiries.

This was found in your office.

Matches what Karen was wearing when last seen.

You know forensics will show this belongs to her.

Kate, sit down.

[ Chuckles ] I'll save you the forensics.

I tutored Karen.

She was in my office all the time.

She must have left it there.

We're gonna go through your home with a comb and toothpick.

We are gonna find Karen's DNA,

on your pillowcase, on your jimjams, somewhere.

So, how are you doing?

There are times, rare enough,

now and again, when it's really easy.

[ Chuckles ]

And you?

I get this great feeling sometimes

when I realize I've gone for days, weeks

with nothing to feel guilty about.

It's good.

Sounds good.

Women and men handle grief differently.

Women can fall apart totally, let all the feelings out,

and then just get on with things.

Most men aren't used to handling the intense emotions.

A grieving man can lose his mind entirely

'cause he can't get to the feeling in his heart.

Is that how you see me?

Is that how you see yourself?

Booze isn't the only way to forget your troubles, Jack.

Oh, God.

Lynda, I just want...

JACK: I just want to escape everything, everything,

just for one night,

just for even an hour, you know?

Evening.

Good night.

[ Both laugh ]

GORMAN: Ronan, Ronan.

[ Siren wailing ]

Times like this,

there are men who have lines, entire speeches.

"Last night, it was very special, but..."

"You're a wonderful woman, but..."

And they have something to say after "but."

Jack, this has been lovely,

and you're...

Well, you're you.

But you understand, don't you,

I'm not looking for anything.

Well, praise Jesus,

there are women who have those lines, too.

[ Footsteps ]

What is it?

Sounds like Cody! Quick!

- Jesus! - [ Knock on door ]

Jack?

Sorry, Jack.

I know that I pretend, but I found something.

It's important.

JACK: Two minutes, Cody!

I'm coming!

What'll I do?!

Jesus, I don't know.

Put on a hat.

[ Laughs ]

Mum?

Is that you, Mum?

No way.

You didn't, Jack.

Cody, just relax.

We're adults, right?

Liam, don't! For God's sake!

It's okay.

We're okay, Lynda.

So, what do you have to say that's so important?

Tidy roundhouse you got there.

Sorry I hit you.

Like you said, you're both adults.

It's not like I'm Oedipus or anything.

Anyway, so, I've been trying to get through

the rest of the play,

but, like I said, it's not my thing.

It's all "There are as many ways to wither love

as there are stars in the night."

And Sheena said, "Let's try the college drama archives.

They've got performances of nearly everything."

So, this is 10 years ago, college DramSoc --

That's short for "Society."

Open the door, and we'll go forward

to the little cabin between the ash tree...

Your friend, Lawrence Doyle.

Naisi!

Do not leave me, Naisi.

I am Deirdre of the Sorrows.

And it is you...

CODY: The hottie, quite a hit in the Galway theatrical circuit.

She died young.

Her name's Isolde Brannigan.

Right.

So you know who she was married to?

I didn't know she was married.

You...

[ Sighs ]

So, Isolde Brannigan's husband.

[ Cheers and applause ]

KATE: DNA matches from both girls in your home.

That is not good.

It's not good.

It's great.

Okay, listen.

Sarah just happened.

It was two years ago, a fling.

But Karen.

I was in love with Karen.

We were in love with each other.

Until what?

Until I ended it when I found out.

Karen was using heroin.

She was smoking.

I wanted her to stop.

I wanted her to get help.

She wouldn't or she couldn't.

So I ended it.

I never hurt her.

Sarah was using, too.

You have that effect on all the girls?

Sarah? No, not when I was with her.

Oh, I never knew that.

We seriously can't hold him on suspicion.

Do you suspect him?

The truth -- I think he's an exploitative old dirtbird.

But a killer? I doubt it.

- Hi. - Hi.

Hi.

You made some good intuitive leaps earlier.

I tried to block you. I should have listened.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

I was wrong, and I'm sorry.

That's big of you.

Drug squad are gonna go hard on how you handled the bookshop.

[ Sighs ]

They reckon you cut them off from bigger fish upstream.

But I'm gonna make sure you're commended on this one.

Not because of any personal, you know --

[ Scoffs ] What do you take me for?

Someone who likes a fiery Mexican.

It's late.

Do you think that place is still open?

Not that late.

I'm sorry for barging down on short notice and the hour.

I said anytime and I meant it, Jack.

Come in, come in.

Isolde Brannigan made the role of "Deirdre of the Sorrows"

her own.

Eugene, why didn't you tell me?

Let me show you something.

I nursed Isolde here,

and now, when I sleep at all, it's here.

I understand your mother passed away.

My sincere condolences.

Thank you.

May I ask, were you with her as she departed?

Oh, that is sad.

That is a sorrow.

I was with Isolde as she went.

To brush eternity with one's hand.

It is a privilege.

We've had a dream, but this night has waked us surely.

In a little while we've lived too long, Naisi.

Oh, Isolde.

She was such a natural.

You might as well have tried to direct the weather.

Isn't she every bit as celestial?

They'll not get a death that's cruel.

Doyle -- what a hack.

Really, I could do nothing with him.

Doyle had her.

Did you know that?

Oh, yes.

He was one of the first, and I've long since forgiven him.

And there were others.

Many others.

But this Deirdre always returned to her old king, to me.

It's a different narrative,

my narrative.

Towards the end, Isolde grew hostile.

She enjoyed rubbing my old nose in old humiliations.

She would tell me every detail

about what her young lovers did with her

with their strong fingers,

with their wet tongues.

Behold the cuckold.

I will never know what was truth

or what was said simply to torture me,

but I forgot nothing, certainly not their names.

Names like Lawrence Doyle.

Names like Jack Taylor.

It was one night, long time ago.

I didn't even know she was married.

[ Laughs ] She was.

She was.

Did you kill Sarah Bradley and Karen Low?

Do you expect me to answer

such a blunt and ugly accusation without evidence?

Jack Taylor must try harder.

GRIFFIN: I have a question to answer.

KATE: Well, that was pretty fiery.

GRIFFIN: No. [ Laughs ]

I got sick of Dublin.

Here we are.

Now, are you sure you'll be all right on your own?

[ Chuckles ] Nice try, Luke.

Good night.

Okay.

See you tomorrow.

Good night.

Morning to you.

[ Chuckles ]

Morning.

Morning.

Karen Low's toxicology.

Again, traces of aluminium found on the lungs,

but the overdose is hospital morphine.

Again, a single puncture mark expertly administered.

We have to get those hospital prescription records.

Yeah. I'm gonna push on the court order.

Should come through today.

The writing probably done by a syringe needle.

Blood flow indicates she was still alive when it happened.

- [ Knock on door ] - Professor Gorman for you.

Garda Noonan, it's about Jack Taylor.

I'll admit that being part of an investigation excited me.

I'm -- I'm -- I'm an old sucker for dramatics.

About last night?

Yes, well, Jack had been drinking

Whiskey I'd say, if I speculate.

Anyway, he made accusations.

He said I was the killer.

I-I tried to eject him.

He was incoherent, shouting about the dead girls.

He was demanding a confession.

[ Indistinct shouting ]

This time, I was on the floor.

Aah!

He said...

[ Sobbing ]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

He said unrepeatable things about my wife.

Isolde passed away some years ago.

He -- He had a sort of gadget.

I-Is it called a-a stun gun?

Yeah, well, he used it on me, and I passed out.

You'll, uh, want to press charges.

I'll -- I'll need a formal statement.

Oh, no, no, no.

Uh, I will absolutely not press charges.

Um, Jack is disturbed,

and his mother died only a couple of days ago.

What?

Yeah, and it really has pushed him over the edge.

And just make sure he doesn't do any more harm, even to himself.

I didn't lay a hand on him.

Kate, I swear, believe me.

I've been trying to phone you.

Gorman killed those girls,

and while we're having a chat,

he's getting ready to kill again.

If Gorman was trying to frame you,

then why didn't he press charges?

And, God, I wish he had have,

'cause I'd have had you locked up by now.

I'd have you fucking sedated!

Ask Gorman about Isolde, his dead wife.

She played Deirdre.

He's obsessed with the play.

She's the whole reason he involved me in the first place.

KATE: The whole reason?

Revenge. I slept with her.

It was years ago.

You amaze me.

I'm amazed.

How do you keep up with yourself, huh?

Talk to Doyle.

He had a history with Gorman's wife, too.

He can back up what I'm saying.

This is simple.

You stay away from the college.

You stay away from this investigation.

And above all, you stay away from Professor Gorman.

You think you can manage that?

[ Piano plays ]

...where there'd be a birch tree

making shelter and a dry stone.

Though from this day,

my own hands will make a tent for me,

spreading out my hairs...

[ TV playing ]

Gorman confirmed Ronan's absence from college,

and the clinics say he's missed maybe two days' medication.

And you really think he's a possible for the killer?

Well, it's hard to know for sure until he's back indoors.

In the meantime, whereabouts unknown,

he's an extreme danger.

Here.

You were part of his arrest for that swan business, right?

Remember this?

"A swan's sorrow at the death of a partner

is one of the most beautiful things of nature."

And then he goes AWOL the day a second girl's body is found.

Come on.

I'm gonna walk. Got some thinking to do.

Do you think Gorman kept the girls at his house?

I mean, Jesus, Jack, he could have one there now.

We should get up there.

The house is isolated,

but I don't think he'd risk that.

The Guards could visit routinely. No.

I think he has a special place.

His own little theater.

I never got to offer my condolences on your loss,

and I didn't make the funeral.

I'm really sorry, Jack.

You've been busy, barking up the wrong trees.

I thought you should know Ronan Meyers is missing.

We're pursuing him as a possible suspect in these murders.

Oh, no.

Look, I-I met Ronan a few nights ago.

He's screwed up, psychotic, sure.

But, basically, he's a good kid,

and he's no murderer, Kate.

Uh, go back a bit.

You met him? And...

He's been dealing hash, small-time.

He was my lead on the bookshop.

He wanted to help.

You knew Ronan Meyers was dealing drugs, both of you.

He was your lead on the bookshop?

Just get Gorman in, interview him as a consultant,

keep him on "Deirdre of the Sorrows."

He won't crack, but you, Kate, you'll see it.

I wouldn't say this at the station, but the stun gun --

if Gorman is lying, how did he know about that?

CODY: Stun gun?

JACK: Cody, I, uh...

I blinded Ronan Meyers with his own stun gun.

I didn't tell you.

I probably should have.

Just talk to Doyle again.

He has a long history with Gorman and his wife.

He might know something.

Doyle is a creep who exploits young women.

He's no use to us.

Look, Jack, I'm sincerely sorry for your loss.

Stay home.

Take the time you need to recover.

You blinded Ronan,

and all this time, you let me believe it was some swan.

Didn't even trust me.

When I trust people, shit tends to happen.

Hey, hey!

Who is that? Let me out!

[ Groans ]

I'm suffocating.

I was down to five of these a day.

Give you one guess how that's going.

Taylor, you filthy prick!

You ruined my life!

I get that a lot.

So, uh, I see your stash there.

What else did you not tell the cops, huh?

Easy, tiger.

My guess now.

The dead girls -- Sarah and Karen --

you introduced them to the joys of chasing the dragon.

I'm losing my job, my tenure.

What more do you want?

They must have thought

you were some sophisticated literary outlaw, huh,

Lord fucking Byron?

So, the smack, huh?

Okay, okay, yes, I introduced them to heroin.

They were both keen.

Aw, fuck it.

Go ahead. Smoke up.

I want you to be comfortable.

I'm sick of beating info out of people.

Anyway, I'm not here to talk about you.

I want to talk about Professor Gorman.

What about him?

You might want that hit.

Gorman murdered the girls.

You're crazy.

He's taken the credit, with me at least.

Oh, that bastard.

He must have planted Karen's hoodie in my office.

And he hired you to investigate?

That's fucking grotesque.

My life right now, it fits.

Gorman's pulling all the strings.

He's got the cops ready to section me.

The prime suspect is this kid I half-blinded.

I buried my mother a couple of days ago.

Sorry for your trouble.

Thanks.

And then my only loyal friend -- I slept with his mother.

And I-I'm kind of in love

with a cop who thinks I'm a violent psycho.

Kate Noonan, the hard ass?

She wrong about the violent psycho thing?

You have your health.

You've known Gorman a long time.

You shagged his wife.

So did I. Whatever.

Now, I figure he didn't just up and start murdering girls

overnight.

Looking back over the time you've known him,

is there anything you can think of, any incidents,

anything off-color?

It was after Isolde died, maybe a few months.

He was drunk.

He cornered me in the college bar and said he forgave me.

It was the first I knew he was aware of anything, our affair.

He likes an ambush.

He said it wasn't my fault.

He said Isolde was like Deirdre in the play,

a beauty who spread sorrow amongst men.

He said there were other women like that

and that there was only one way to end the sorrows.

Would you be willing to tell the Guards that much?

It could be a start.

Sure.

I'm fucked anyway,

and that bastard tried to frame me.

Jack Taylor was one of the names

that Isolde purred in my ear so many times.

When I could absolutely take no more,

I released her with her prescribed morphine.

As she departed the theater of life,

I had a revelation.

Isolde had taken the sorrows with her,

and I was free.

[ Laughs ]

Young Sarah, beautiful, headstrong,

sorrows in her wake.

I learned about her addiction.

She was an adequate first rehearsal.

But as an artist, I remained inarticulate.

We can get you help. You don't need to do this.

GORMAN: Shut up.

You are here to listen.

And when the time comes, to perform as directed, hmm?

Karen was my dress rehearsal.

I was pleased with the effect.

But I came to realize that my role was off-stage.

I was the dramatist.

Come on.

Come on. Good girl.

How many more people do I have to identify?

What sort of a deal are you even offering me?

You keep hollering.

I'll say when.

We'll see.

Let's look at the college faculty.

Him.

He was a regular.

Enough for himself.

Doesn't supply, I don't think.

GRIFFIN: Doyle.

I'm not finished with you.

[ Ringtone playing ]

Yeah. Griffin.

GORWAN: This is your cue to join Kate Noonan

in tonight's performance of "Deirdre of the Sorrows."

Alert no one that we are speaking,

and come directly to my home, alone.

Is that clear?

If you touch her, I'll kill you.

GORWAN: Oh [laughs] that's in the spirit of the piece.

Now, Kate has something to tell you.

KATE: "We've lived too long, Naisi."

Kate, I'm coming for you.

Come on.

"And isn't it a poor thing..."

GRIFFIN: Kate.

KATE: "...we should miss the safety of the grave,

and we trampling its edge."

Ah. [ Laughs ]

Kate, now, listen.

Luke, don't come! It's a trap!

GORWAN: The part of a lifetime awaits.

Tell no one.

Fuck!

WOMAN: Detective Sergeant.

Not now.

It's important.

The dealer says he's identified another purchaser.

Not now.

He says he's bought enough to supply.

Sir.

I'll deal with it.

JACK: Kate Noonan!

Where's Kate Noonan?!

I've got someone who'll give a statement on Gorman --

the lecturer Lawrence Doyle.

Gorman spoke to him after his wife died.

Doyle's a heroin addict and a prime suspect.

Where's Kate?

You're going in a holding cell.

If you don't know where she is, it could mean he has her.

Put him in a cell!

MAN: Taylor, come back here!

Hold it!

Come on!

[ Cellphone ringing ]

Jack!

GORWAN: The final act begins,

and Kate awaits the arrival of her king.

Let me speak to her.

GORWAN: Come alone, Jack.

Let's not have an overcrowded stage.

Straight to the cellar.

[ Engine sputtering ]

Come on.

[ Engine turns over ]

[ Gasps, choking ]

- You blinded me! - Fuck!

What the fuck are you doing?

The professor said the medicine

was messing with how I saw things, Jack.

He said you owed me.

He said you had to pay.

Turn yourself in, Ronan.

You promise me?

I will.

- Promise me. - I will!

Jack.

Cody, it's Jack.

[ Breathing heavily ]

GORWAN: You are gifted with beauty, Kate,

and you used it only to spread sorrow and heartbreak.

You mocked the pure hearts of the men who loved you,

and that is why...

...you must die.

[ Gasps ]

Come on, come on!

GORWAN: I've used all my wife's prescribed morphine.

I'm afraid I only have the crude materials of the street

for your release, my dear.

We are performing a new narrative.

You will choose who dies.

What?

GORWAN: Will it be the young warrior, Luke Griffin,

or the old king, Jack Taylor?

You'll have to kill me first.

No, no, no.

You don't have to say anything.

I'll know it from your lovely eyes.

Who lives?

Luke or Jack?

And I believe you've made your choice.

No. No, I didn't choose.

No, no.

[ TV playing ]

...stars were our friends only.

But I'll turn my thoughts back from this light,

that's pitiful for want of pity,

to the time it was...

- Shh! - He's here!

You're all right. You're all right.

KATE: Behind you!

Luke!

Luke!

Luke.

[ Voice breaking ] You bastard!

You bastard!

Don't do this.

Please stop.

GORWAN: Be still.

Struggling will cause complications.

...to make a story that Naisi was a laughingstock

the night he died.

[ Breathing heavily ]

Kate!

Are you okay, Kate?!

Your Majesty.

Take the throne.

Take the throne!

Perfection.

She chose you, Jack.

In the end, she chose her king, and she will die in your arms.

[ Cheers and applause ]

Thank you!

Thank you!

Finally.

JACK: Kate, stay with me.

Stay with me.

Oh, stop it, Jack. It's over.

I'll stop when you shoot me!

Let her take your sorrows with her, Jack.

Let your hand brush eternity.

And now exit the dramatist.

Aah!

Aah!

[ Groaning ]

If she dies...

So help me if she dies...

[ Gasps, coughs ]

Kate -- Kate, you're all right.

That's it.

That's it, Kate.

That's it.

Look at me, look at me.

Keep breathing.

Keep breathing, now.

That's it.

Okay.

The DVD in the computer -- it's relevant.

JACK: Gorman had it so wrong.

The sorrows aren't spread

by headstrong, beautiful women

like Deirdre or Isolde or Sarah or Karen or Kate.

The sorrows are spread by bastards like him,

by bastards like me.