Original subtitles

[ Sirens wailing ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Dog barking ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

What the fuck?

[ Up-tempo music plays ]

♫ Bang, bang, shot him dead ♫

♫ I know what my baby did ♫

♫ Bang, bang, make him crawl ♫

♫ Light him up and watch him fall ♫

♫ Watch him fall ♫

♫ Bang, bang, shot him dead ♫

♫ Play it back inside my head ♫

♫ Shot him dead ♫

♫ Shot him dead, dead, dead ♫

♫ Shot him dead ♫

♫ Bang, bang, ash and bone ♫

♫ Told you I have a heart of stone ♫

♫ If you say something you'll regret this ♫

♫ I said, baby ♫

♫ If I burn, you burn too ♫

♫ You burn ♫

♫ If I burn ♫

♫ You burn too ♫

♫ You burn too ♫

♫ If I burn ♫

♫ You burn too ♫

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Alarm chirps ]

Aah! Little bollocks.

[ Doorbell rings ]

Hey. Kate.

Hey.

Come and have a look.

Who'd you kill to get this place?

You know old Mrs. Bailey passed. God rest her soul.

Turns out yours truly was in her will.

And I quote -- "For Mr. Taylor, Galway's last true gentleman,

I bequeath the sum of 70,000 euros

in the hope that he'll never lose his battle with the devil

in his many forms."

I couldn't very well waste it all on fags and booze.

There's hope for you yet.

That a housewarming prezzie?

- Christ. - Not quite.

His name is John Willis.

That's all anyone's been talking about lately.

They found traces of Rohypnol in his body.

Last time he was seen was in a nightclub with friends.

Security cameras pick up anything?

Oh, oh.

Since when were you handing out Garda reports like free toffee?

This was supposed to be my case.

But Whelan informs me that

although I'm a hugely valuable asset to any investigation,

a high-profile case like this

should be handled by a team from Dublin.

The Irish shit sandwich --

pat your head as they kick your arse.

KATE: Now, John Willis dropped out of school last year.

He started hanging out with some unsavory individuals

with connections to drug dealing,

punishment beatings, prostitution.

Whelan's sure this is a punishment killing.

[ Grunts ] Why are you not buying it?

It's not me.

It's John Willis' mother, Mary, who's not buying it.

She feels her son was a good lad

despite falling in with a bad lot.

She can't imagine anybody hating him so much

that they'd kill him in such a brutal way.

She and every mother that lived.

I know how it sounds.

But Mary's an old family friend.

I'd help her myself, but my hands are tied.

I'm not on this case. I can't be butting in.

I'd love to help,

but as you can see, I'm kind of busy settling in.

Well, all you have to do is talk to Mary.

Then you can decide.

Kate, she's a grieving mother wishing it wasn't so.

Now, I'm sorry.

Kate?

By the way, Cody is out of rehab.

Oh, yeah, yeah. No. I-I was gonna visit.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Aw, feck it.

[ Birds squawking ]

You're looking good, fella.

I know I haven't visited in a while,

but I thought I'd let you get your bearings,

get your strength back.

Always considerate. That's you.

Oh, I, uh, I've been meaning to give you this.

Elmore Leonard. You'll like him.

I'll tell you exactly what I'd like.

I'd like a hug.

Gobshite.

I'm serious. I want a hug.

[ Laughs ]

How are you, Jack?

Hey, listen, Cody.

If you're fighting fit, we may have a case.

Yeah. Um...

I got a green card.

What?

I'm taking Sheena to Boston.

Oh, that's fantastic news, Cody.

Yeah.

New beginnings, like.

I'm gonna miss you, Jack.

I'll miss you too.

Hey.

Look after yourself, Cody.

Aye, aye, Skip.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Doorbell rings ]

- [ Door opens ] - WOMAN: Mr. Taylor.

[ Door closes ]

Thank you for coming, Mr. Taylor.

Kate's told us all about you.

Mr. Willis, I'm deeply sorry for your loss.

Now, the Gardaí are following a certain line of inquiry

I gather you're not satisfied with.

You think I'm a foolish old mammy, don't you?

Not at all.

So, what was John like?

MARY: An ordinary lad.

Played football, worked in a garage.

Tell me more about the fellas he hung out with.

The guards already asked those questions.

- Mary -- - I told you, Mary.

This was a mistake.

All he's here for is money, and he sees that we don't have any.

Forget about money.

I understand John dropped out of school a year ago.

Why was that?

He was doing so well at university.

But he lost his bearings after...

After what?

After his older brother, Rory, ran away from home.

They were close, John and Rory?

Without Rory, it was like...

John didn't know which way to go.

We tried to help him.

[ Horn honks, vehicles passing ]

You have Rory's number?

MARY: Well, we haven't heard from him in two years.

Does he know about his brother?

We don't know and we don't care.

This is wrong, Mary. The guards will deal with this.

So if you're done here, we'd like you to leave.

[ Door closes ]

I'm sorry about my husband.

Dan can't take it all in.

[ Whispering ] Excuse me for prying, Mary,

but do you know why Rory ran away?

Why do you want to know?

This is about John, not Rory.

You're right. It's probably nothing.

Rory... had just graduated.

He was driving down to meet his girlfriend when he...

It was a woman on bicycle.

She was killed instantly.

Rory was to stand trial for manslaughter.

But Rory didn't show up.

It happens.

Not to Rory.

DAN: Mary!

John used to joke that Rory should have become a priest.

So running away was out of character?

Yes.

And his father can't forgive him that.

He can't forgive Rory for being human...

...and he can't forgive John for dying.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

[ Up-tempo music plays ]

KATE: Boston?

Emigrating. Jesus.

It won't be easy on them.

Oh, they'll be grand.

Yeah.

Right. Here it is.

Fatal car accident.

Pedestrian hit. Name Nora Mitchell.

JACK: "Mrs. Mitchell grew up in Galway City

but moved to Belfast in her 20s.

She's survived by her husband, Robert,

and their two children, Seán and Gail."

KATE: And this is from Nora Mitchell's funeral.

Anything else?

Well, there's this.

From the son when Rory didn't show up at the trial.

You think you can just kill someone

and get away with it, Rory Willis?

You can run, but you can't hide.

There's no place to hide away from justice.

And we'll find you.

Hear me?

We'll fucking find you.

Shit.

Maybe Mammy Willis is wrong.

This is about Rory.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

You're fine, Dani.

Hey, honey. Good day?

- It is now. - Come here.

- Good to see you. Give me that. - Great. Thank you.

- Come here to me. [ Gasps ] - Look at this.

Oh, yeah. That a girl.

- Hake in tempura. - Yum.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

That's a girl.

Aisling speaking.

I see.

Okay.

Thank you. Talk to you later.

What was that about?

Just work. Everything's fine.

- Mommy. Mommy. Mommy. - Yes.

[ Music continues ]

[ Dani talking in distance ]

Rory.

Ash.

Ash.

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Sobs ]

Come in.

Do you want a drink of water or...

Yeah. Yeah. Thanks.

[ Music continues ]

What's her name?

Danielle.

How old is she?

Why were you never in touch?

Not a phone call. Nothing.

I wanted you to get on with your life,

to have a life, you know?

Looks like you did.

Well, she must be... 2?

Look, Rory.

I want to talk. God knows just how much.

But Gary will be home soon and --

They killed John, Aisling.

It was the Mitchells. I'm sure.

And they're not gonna stop until they find me.

It said on the news that the guards think John was --

No. It needs to end, okay?

I made a mistake, and John paid for it.

It was a mistake.

[ Vehicle approaching ]

I can't do this without you, okay?

Okay.

We'll meet tomorrow, lunchtime. We'll talk then.

No. No, no. Look. I need an answer.

- Will you help me? - Yes. Yes, I will.

- [ Door closes ] - I will.

- No more secrets. - All right. I will.

[ Door closes ]

GARY: Ash? Ash.

You're not gonna believe this. He went for it.

- He's putting up the capital. - [ Glasses clanking ]

This is gonna be so great for us.

What is it?

I need to tell you something.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

Rise and shine, Kate!

Get your arse in ge--

Sorry, mate. Kate's not decent.

But you are?

That's in the eye of the beholder.

Yeah. No kidding.

Can I offer you a cup of herbal tea while you wait?

You can if you want a punch in the face.

You must be Jack Taylor.

I thought you'd be taller.

I'm working on it.

[ Click, down-tempo music plays ]

[ Door closes ]

Hey.

For fuck's sake, Darragh. Put something on.

I never figured you for the toy-boy type, Noonan.

He's my cousin from Manchester.

For my sins.

You run that check on the Mitchells?

Yeah. They're Belfast-based.

Bob Mitchell is a tiler.

Daughter Gail worked as a beautician's assistant

but quit her job soon after the death of the mother.

And the son, Seán, he works with the father.

But none of this has got anything to do with John Willis.

You saw that video that Seán posted.

I've seen worse, and it doesn't prove

that they had anything to do with John Willis' death.

It doesn't prove it, no,

but it's possible the Mitchells' lust for revenge is so strong

they killed John in order to lure Rory back to Galway.

Why wait two years to make a move?

I don't know.

John's funeral is this afternoon.

If I'm right, someone will show up --

Rory, the Mitchells, someone.

If I'm wrong, we'll only have wasted an afternoon.

I can't go to the funeral.

There'll be a crowd.

I could use an extra pair of eyes.

I said I can't go.

And you -- Stay out of trouble.

Unless trouble comes to me.

Taylor.

I have a proposal.

If you clock one or more of them, text me.

That's it. Nothing more.

Darragh, not a word of this to Kate.

Do I look stupid to you?

Do you want me to answer that?

I'm not the one hiring a convicted drug dealer

for surveillance work.

Drug dealer?

I lent my flat to a mate. He used it for growing pot.

The judge wanted to make an example of me,

so he slammed me with three years in Belmarsh.

You made it through Belmarsh in one piece?

On the inside, you have two choices.

You either become like them or you become a victim.

Which did you choose?

I found a third way.

I realized that the fundamental delusion of reality

is to suppose that I am here and you are out there.

Confucius.

Well, consider me confused.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

PRIEST: In the name of the Father

and the Son and of the Holy Spirit.

Our brother John, please rest in the peace of Christ.

May the Lord now welcome him

to the table of God's children in heaven.

With faith and hope in eternal life,

let us assist him with our prayers.

Let us pray to the Lord also for ourselves.

May we who mourn be reunited one day with our brother John.

Together may we meet Christ Jesus

when He who is our life appears in glory.

To glory,

for you are the resurrection and the life.

Amen.

[ Music continues ]

[ Cellphone chimes ]

Ah, Jack.

[ Speaking Gaelic ]

[ Speaking Gaelic ]

How's himself?

He passed away, God rest his soul.

The cancer took him.

I'm sorry. I didn't know.

'Tis the pity of it.

And I don't have enough for a headstone to mark his grave.

Can't have that.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Here. This will get you started.

God bless you, love.

[ Up-tempo music plays ]

What are you running for?!

[ Dogs barking ]

[ Beep ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Horn blares, tires screech ]

Geez. You all right?

You sure you're okay?

I'm fine. Really.

I wasn't going to...

You don't need to explain anything to me.

Come on. Let me get you a coffee.

- No. Really. I'm okay. - Aw, go on.

Get out of this rain.

[ Music continues ]

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Music continues ]

MAN: Looking for something, Taylor?

I'd say I found something.

A true finder and a formidable enemy.

I reckon we should be scared of you, yeah?

Oh, I scare meself.

Here's the thing, Taylor.

I'm no good at making threats.

No. You're doing grand.

So we can decide here and now -- war or peace.

War? I just came to talk.

- We have nothing to say. - Nice hammer, son.

You got any nails to go with that?

Don't need nails to bash your head in.

- You'll beg for mercy. - Seán!

What are you doing, Dad?!

Nobody will miss him.

Chill off!

Not here. Not now.

[ Breathing heavily ]

That's it, Seánie.

That's it.

[ Clears throat ]

Told you I was no good at this.

[ Pills rattling ]

Kids, eh?

Can't live with them. Can't crucify them.

I'd like you to leave.

The Crane Bar is down the road. I'll buy you a pint.

My son almost killed you.

Now you want to have a drink with me?

I'm not picky.

Some other time.

I'll be there tonight around midnight

if you feel like a jar.

[ Door closes ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Bells chime ]

This is a chamomile-manuka infusion.

Steadies the nerves.

Try it.

Thank you. It's nice.

That a Belfast accent?

Afraid so.

It's the wrong side of the fence from where you're sitting.

There is no wrong side. Just the other side.

And the other side is us.

I haven't heard that one before.

It's from the writings of Confucius.

Buddhism.

You're religious?

Buddhism isn't exactly a religion.

It's more a way of creating harmony

between yourself and the world.

You trying to convert me?

No.

Um, it looks like you've already made that choice.

You're right. I have.

I'm Darragh, by the way.

Gail.

How long you been in Galway, Gail?

A few weeks. You?

Uh, just back.

I was born down the road,

but my parents moved to Manchester when I was 3.

I haven't been here since.

So coming back here, it's all new to you.

The new and the old merge in a sea of now.

You answer everything in quotes?

I make them up when I'm nervous.

- Why are you nervous? - Don't know.

Maybe something in the tea.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Cellphone chimes ]

I've got to get going.

Thank you for the tea, Darragh.

Um, listen.

If you ever feel the need to talk, give me a shout.

Thank you. I'll be fine.

[ Bells chime ]

Or if you'd like to go for a drink,

uh, you can find me at the Havana.

Thank you.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Birds chirping ]

A private detective has sniffed us out.

Gail.

We have a situation.

We have to deal with it.

JACK: For Christ's sake, Darragh.

You were only supposed to keep a lookout, not make contact.

She tried to step in front of a car.

I wasn't gonna leave her on her own.

Right.

What do you make of her?

Suffers from depression but... seems normal.

I liked her.

You liked her.

Right.

That's way enough sleuthing for you.

Thanks.

Thanks for what?

The lad bought me a pint.

I'm heading.

Later.

Cheers.

What the hell are you up to with Darragh?

You're in a hoor of a mood these days, Noonan.

What gives?

Nothing.

Don't mess with a messer.

So the Mitchells are in Galway,

and they staked out John Willis' funeral.

They're out for revenge.

I'm sure they killed John to bait Rory back to Galway.

- Evidence? - None.

But haul the Mitchells in. Work them over.

I can't haul anyone in.

I'm not on this case.

And if I'm presenting Whelan with anything,

it's got to be foolproof, not some half-arsed theory.

For fuck's sake, Kate. You need to do something.

If Rory's in town, the Mitchells find him.

I've got a lump.

A what?

Uh, a lump.

On my left breast.

I had a biopsy today.

I'm waiting on results.

Christ.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Please don't mess with Darragh.

Kate, wait.

[ Horns honking ]

BOB: We've scoured every corner for Rory Willis.

That private detective is not stupid.

It won't be long before the guards are on to us.

You've taken this too far.

We haven't taken this far enough!

Rory is in town. I can feel it.

He took from us.

You've taken from them.

GAIL: You don't want to get your hands dirty.

You'd rather see Mam burn in the flames of injustice forever,

wouldn't you?

What? No.

They're onto us.

You can't get away with this. We have to get out of here.

[ Grunts ]

BOB: [ Groans ]

I've put up with this for long enough!

Your mother is with our Lord in heaven!

What you're seeing... is in your mind!

It's not real!

Rory Willis must pay.

And until that day comes,

you are going to stay here and do exactly as I say.

[ Grunts ]

Dad.

- [ Grunts ] - Dad.

Dad.

Gail, he's gonna fucking die!

BOB: Help me.

Help me!

- [ Groans ] - Dad.

[ Wheezing ]

Take these.

Rory will come.

- SEÁN: Dad. - BOB: [ Wheezing ]

And he will be nailed to the cross.

Call an ambulance. Maybe we can still save him.

And I will watch every last second

of his agonizing descent into hell.

Gail!

Dad.

[ Sniffles ] Dad.

Go back to the Willis house, Seán.

Rory will show.

Now, Seán.

What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Go ahead, Seán.

Mam is in the doorway watching you.

Do you want to go against her will just like Dad?

Go.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Door opens, closes ]

JACK: Rory Willis. He went missing two years ago.

MAN: Willis.

Is that the Willises of the Bohermore

or the Willises of the Claddagh?

I believe you'll find it's the Willises of Salthill.

The Willises of Salthill died with old Michael Francis.

Three years ago so they did.

Michael Francis isn't dead.

I only saw him the week before last.

And the week before that,

you saw John F. Kennedy eating a cheeseburger in Supermac's.

Lads, lads. Focus.

Some bad people are after Rory.

If he's in town, we need to find him before they do.

We're the cavalry, so.

You're the cavalry, Pádraic.

[ Laughter ]

Pinot noir?

I didn't think you touched red.

I don't.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

KATE: There you are.

Feeding my addictions.

This thing -- you know, the lump in your...

If you want to talk about it, I'm here, you know, for you.

Something funny?

Trying to be my girlfriend.

Right. Forget it.

No, Jack. I appreciate it. I do.

I did a bit of research, and the prognosis is good.

I know.

Not a death sentence.

I know.

You'll sail through this.

I know you will.

Jack... relax.

You're more worried about it than I am.

I bloody well am, Kate.

I'll be grand.

[ Up-tempo music playing ]

[ Indistinct conversation ]

Hey, Gail.

Good to see you.

Hey. Go on. Piss off, yeah?

Hey.

Look, she's with me.

Hey, I said piss off.

I'm gonna take you for a drink.

[ Groaning ]

It's rude to push.

Is there gonna be a problem?

Cheers.

Let's go.

[ Music continues ]

Do you come with a white horse?

Let me show you to the stables.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Up-tempo music playing ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

- There you go. - Thank you.

I haven't been to a club in ages.

Lose the appetite for it?

No.

My mum passed away.

Oh.

I'm so sorry.

No. It's... It's okay.

I... I had a lot of support.

And... I found something that helped me.

Uh, religion?

More than that.

My mum, she spoke to me

and told me that my life still had meaning

and that I shouldn't give up.

You can mock it all you like.

No. You got me all wrong.

Uh, I was in a pretty bad place myself.

I -- Well, I was in the slammer.

- You do not look like... - A criminal?

I was a different person back then.

But, um, I would have died inside

if I had not found this book.

Confucius?

Yeah.

It was like it spoke to me.

Rules for living,

for existing in a state of balance.

Made you see the world differently.

Saved my life.

Well, here's to us religious nuts.

[ Both laugh ]

[ Music continues ]

[ Rain falling, dog barking in distance ]

[ Boys laughing ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Music continues ]

[ Music continues ]

[ Dog barking in distance ]

[ Groaning ]

[ Up-tempo music plays ]

We're closed.

Christy.

[ Knock on door ]

Oh, you poor fecker.

You must be Gail.

You must be the private eye.

I was just about to call emergency services,

- but I'm afraid your father -- - Would you like some apple tart?

Excuse me?

Some people like chips or a fry after a night out.

I like apple tart.

That's one way to contaminate a scene of death.

Shh.

What do you want, Taylor?

Do you think she'd be proud of what you've done in her name?

Leave my mother out of this.

I don't think he was. I think he'd had enough.

Did you kill him?

Or was it Seán?

God punished Bob Mitchell.

I pretty sure God as an alibi.

Don't blaspheme in this house.

I'll tell you what's blasphemy.

Nailing an innocent young man to a cross and watching him die.

This is all very interesting, but you can't prove anything.

Justice isn't always in the courtroom.

I'm gonna give you one warning, Taylor.

Just one.

Stay away from me and I might just lose interest in you.

There's the catch, me girl.

I've no intention of staying away from you or your brother.

Well, then sleep lightly, Taylor,

because... I will be standing over your bed sometime.

You'll wake up.

You're gonna smell the petrol fumes,

and the last thing you're gonna hear

is the sound of my match strike.

I'll be expecting you, so.

Might even get to show you the Irish version of the cross.

What are you talking about?

Much like you did to John Willis, with one difference.

And that would be?

More nails.

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Indistinct talking on radio ]

He had a heart condition.

Medication was found near the body.

Looks like natural causes.

Nothing natural about Gail.

Something very wrong with her.

I just spoke with her. She seems grief-stricken.

She was very close to her father.

It's an act.

She's cold around the heart.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

Yeah?

Thanks for letting me know.

I'll be right over.

Please don't disturb the patient.

He's about to go into surgery.

Aw, Pádraic.

Who did this to you?

What?

Didn't -- Didn't...

Shh. You take it easy.

I...

I found him.

Rory.

He-- He's there.

The back of... Cemetery Cross estate.

Boarded --

Boarded-up house.

[ Exhales deeply ]

[ Siren wailing, dog barking in distance ]

[ Hinges squeak ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Clattering in distance ]

[ Wood creaking ]

[ Fly buzzing ]

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

Sir?

WHELAN: Okay. Listen up.

Two crucifixions in two weeks.

A positive ID on this victim is a priority.

KATE: Sir, can I have a word?

I want the usual canvassing of the area,

appeals for witnesses, and I want more.

The victim's name is Rory Willis.

How do you know?

We're truly sorry for your loss.

[ Door closes ]

Why didn't he come to us, Mary?

[ Voice breaking ] Why didn't Rory come home?

[ Sobs ]

[ Cellphone ringing ]

He can't have run away, Mam. He wouldn't dare.

I've been temporarily suspended.

What?

I had to tell Whelan everything --

about the Mitchells being in town,

about your meeting with them, about the files I copied.

Christ on a bike.

And that's not all.

Mary Willis called. She wants you to stop.

She says she has nothing to live for anymore.

It's over.

No, it's not.

Jack, we don't have any evidence against Gail and Seán.

Whelan will handle this now.

We'll crack this and make Whelan look like the eejit he is.

Huh? He'll have to take you back.

Come on.

Find out who she is.

My guess is she's Rory's old girlfriend.

Whelan and his team

will be putting these same pieces together.

Then get there before they do.

I've just been suspended.

If Whelan finds out, he'll fire me on the spot.

Then make sure he doesn't find out.

Now, quit moaning and get on with it, Noonan.

Oh, uh... any news on the biopsy yet?

[ Engine starts ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Hey, Taylor.

I heard Gail Mitchell's dad died last night.

Yeah.

So?

I was on a date with Gail last night.

You what?

I think she likes me.

Okay. I have to stop you right there.

Gail and her brother, Seán, are involved in a murder.

I sensed she had issues.

Issues?

She's a friggin' psychopath.

Doesn't make her less interesting.

What time were you together?

From about 10:00 to midnight.

Why? Is Gail a suspect? Did something happen last night?

Just stay away from Gail.

I could be useful to you. Gail likes talking to me.

I might get some information out of her.

You might also get killed.

A life without risks is a life half lived.

Just stay the hell away.

Kate would --

Oh, Jesus.

It doesn't bear thinking about.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

You. I told you -- one warning.

Who's counting?

I underestimated you.

Yeah, you did. Now let me go.

You got there before me.

But let me tell you something. The game's not over yet.

Am I supposed to understand what you're talking about?

I'm talking about Rory Willis.

What about him?

Oh, that's good, Gail.

I found him this morning, crucified,

like you and Seán left him.

You're lying.

You're lying.

The guards will be here soon to interview you.

They'll be digging into every little detail.

They won't stop until they've found the evidence

they're looking for.

That's very good, Gail... but it's wasted on me.

You hate me.

What?

I can see it in your eyes.

You want to kill me.

Then do it now, please.

Please.

Oh, no, me girl.

If I do you, it'll be on me own terms.

And unlike you, I'll get away with it.

Darragh.

Meet me in the Crane.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Knock on door ]

Hi.

Hi.

I'm Detective Garda Kate Noonan.

I was wondering if I could have a few words with you.

Yeah. Sure. Come on in.

She's not feeling the best at the moment.

Maybe some other time.

It's about Rory Willis.

He was found murdered this morning.

God.

Come in.

AISLING: How?

KATE: Crucified. Same as his brother.

[ Sobs ]

Had you seen or heard from Rory?

He still had your photo.

He never forgot about you.

I find it hard to believe that he wasn't in touch.

She told you already. Are you calling her a liar?

If he rang or texted you, mobile phone records will show this.

He was in touch.

Two days ago, I met him.

He changed. He didn't look good.

What did he want?

He never told me to wait for him.

In fact, before he left two years ago, he told me not to.

He told me to get on with of my life.

Come on. It's okay.

It's okay.

Did he tell you what his plans were?

No. Like I said, he changed.

There was stuff going on in his head.

I don't know.

God. If I'd gone to the guards, he'd still be alive now.

That's nonsense, and you know it.

That's enough now.

Come here.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

It's possible she has DID.

- MAN: Here you go, Jack. - She has what?

DID -- dissociative identity disorder.

Otherwise known as multiple personality disorder.

It means one part of her can do something

that the other part is completely unaware of.

And just how exactly do you know all that?

I did my master's in cognitive psychology while at Belmarsh.

I also happen to be enrolled for my doctorate

at Galway University.

Well, Sigmund, how do you feel about going back to Gail?

Really?

What happened to "Stay the hell away from her"?

Ah, it's probably a mistake.

- No, no, no. Um... - Hmm?

You're right. I'll pay her a visit.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

One question, Darragh.

Sure.

Why do you want to stick your neck out like this?

You don't have to.

Research.

Purely research.

Don't get too close.

No heroics.

You sense something's not right, you get out.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Knock on door ]

DARRAGH: Hey.

You all right?

I, uh, heard about your dad.

I came to offer my condolences.

[ Music continues ]

KATE: You're very quiet.

Gail asked me to kill her.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

KATE: Shit.

She wanted to die, genuinely.

You said yourself she was good at pretending.

In this case, I don't think she was.

Has Seán been located?

I spoke with a mate down at the station an hour ago.

No sign of Seán.

If Seán did kill Rory, why didn't he let Gail know?

Maybe Bob kept a certain balance in the family.

Now that he's gone,

there's a struggle going on between Seán and Gail.

Seán struck without her knowledge,

doesn't want to face her.

But then why leave a hammer incriminating himself?

It doesn't make sense.

Let's go through everything again from the beginning.

Oh, you look knackered, Kate.

Go home.

And do what?

Lie awake worrying about my biopsy results?

"Quit moaning, Taylor, and get on with it."

Everything's gone.

What do you mean?

When -- When Mum died, I stopped living.

I just went through the motions.

I tried hard to cope, and then...

When I woke up in hospital,

Mum was standing at the end of the bed.

I thought I was still asleep, but I wasn't.

I was wide awake.

Must have made you happy to see her again.

Yeah.

That's exactly how I felt. I didn't feel scared or sad.

I felt the happiest I've ever been.

She told me that my life was worth living...

...that I could bring meaning to her death.

I had a mission.

You think I'm crazy. [ Laughs ]

Maybe.

But who isn't?

I know nothing about you --

friends, family, where you live.

Do you have another girl?

Okay. Cards on the table.

I was curious about you, so... I looked you up.

I saw the news reports

about the accident that killed your mother.

I saw about Rory Willis escaping trial.

I saw the video that your brother posted threatening Rory.

But... as far as I'm concerned, it changes nothing.

Why not?

When, uh, when you look at me,

I don't want you to see a jailbird.

I don't want you to judge me by my past or my mistakes.

I want you to see me.

When I look at you, I see... you.

Nothing else.

[ Horns honking ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Music continues ]

[ Cellphone chimes ]

Everything okay?

All fine.

Nipping out for some fags.

[ Music continues ]

[ Cellphone chimes ]

[ Wood creaks ]

What is it, Mam?

Yes. Of course. You're right.

GAIL: Darragh?

Darragh?

[ Music continues ]

I just wanted to say goodbye to him one last time.

[ Rattling ]

Hello, Mr. Taylor.

Hey. Grace.

Ah, look at you, Jack.

Still a slave to that muck.

Father Malachy.

You still slinging stones in glass houses?

I've given up the dirty fags, so I have.

Oh, yeah?

- How is that going for you? - Mighty!

No craving at all, so. Not a bit of it.

'Tis a miracle.

[ Grunts ]

This fecking thing gets smaller every week.

You sure you're not getting bigger?

[ Grunts ]

What is it, Jack?

Jesus wept.

KATE: Is something wrong?

Yeah.

What?

I'll explain on the way. Come on.

Jesus, Jack. It's pretty flimsy.

It fits, though.

It's a theory. It's not evidence.

We'll get a confession. Then we don't need evidence.

Soon, Mam.

Soon.

[ Door closes ]

[ Footsteps receding ]

You're a good liar, Darragh.

I never lied.

I believed you.

Do you have any idea how stupid that makes me feel?

How much that hurts?

Gail, I-I'm sorry.

I saw a future with you.

I've never felt like that with anyone else.

I understand what you're going through.

I wasn't making that up.

Why should I believe you?

Because I care. I can't fake that.

SEÁN: Gail.

Gail!

You fucking bitch.

You fucking psycho bitch!

- Seán. - Get out.

Get out!

Get the fuck out!

Seánie, why are you so upset?

Don't you try that shit with me, Gail.

You killed Dad!

You have to pay for what you did.

I miss him too.

But do you not think he'd be proud of you?

What?

You did it.

You killed Rory.

You got justice for Mam.

You're...

You're not mad at me?

I am.

Of course I am.

Rory was mine, and you took him from me.

But that's okay.

I understand why you did it.

And don't forget. The job's not finished.

There's still Mary and Dan Willis.

There's something I need to tell you.

Shh. Seánie.

It's okay.

You did well.

You did well.

[ Inhales sharply, grunts ]

DARRAGH: Gail.

Jesus Christ.

Hold that there.

Look at me. Seán.

Get up.

- He'll die. - Move.

You just keep pressing down. Okay?

As hard as you can.

GAIL: Move!

Hallway.

Put your hands up.

Kneel.

If you're gonna do it, do it now.

Put it on.

Gail?

I love you, Darragh.

Gail!

My name's Jack Taylor,

and I'd like to speak with your wife, please.

A detective inspector showed up yesterday.

We told him that a Detective Noonan had already been here.

He said if Detective Noonan ever showed up again

not to answer any questions.

AISLING: What is it, Gary?

Nothing.

These people are just leaving.

I know why Rory ran.

I know the truth.

This is a photo from the scene of the accident

that killed Nora Mitchell.

See the position of the driver seat?

There's no way a big fella like Rory could fit in.

It doesn't mean anything.

Why did Rory take the blame?

She's given detailed statements to the Gardaí yesterday

and two years ago.

Why do you keep bothering us?

Please, can you not just leave us alone?

Stop.

We were at a party.

I was never a big drinker, but it was graduation, so...

Rory wanted to leave the car, but... I insisted.

Don't. Ash, you don't need to talk to these people.

- No. - AISLING: Stop.

Please.

I'd just got a position with the law firm.

If I was found guilty of manslaughter

with alcohol in my body, that was the end of everything.

So Rory -- Rory insisted on taking the rap.

Why?

[ Baby crying ]

I'll get her.

Because that's what Rory was like.

He loved me.

And he said he wasn't going to stand by and do nothing

while my future went up in flames.

But when it came to the trial, he...

he realized he couldn't stand up and lie in front of everyone,

his parents especially.

So... he left, and I got the future I always wanted.

Just not with Rory.

Hello, Mary.

Dan.

It's a lovely home you have here.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

What are you doing?

I'd like to think that under different circumstances,

our two families could have gotten along.

Ah! Mary... I wouldn't do that.

I'd prefer not to have to use this.

Might dilute the experience.

What? You think we're afraid to die?

After everything you've put us through?

Let me tell you something. We want to die.

I understand that, Dan.

Do you know why?

'Cause I feel the same.

Well, it's not the same,

'cause Rory didn't kill your mother on purpose.

Then why did he run?

Only the guilty run.

[ Gas hissing ]

[ Chain rattles ]

Do you know what's funny?

The last two years...

...all I've thought about is your son and your family,

and yet we're still strangers, you and I.

[ Gas hissing ]

So let's get to know one another before it's too late.

Throw me your phone.

Stay with me, Seán.

There was something you wanted to say to Gail.

It was important, wasn't it?

What was it?

I tried.

Throw me the phone.

[ Cellphone rings ]

Yeah?

Shite. Are you okay?

Go to the Mitchells' house.

- Darragh is there. - Darragh?

You can bollock me out of it later.

Go!

Aisling! I need your car!

[ Up-tempo music plays ]

I'll drive.

[ Engine starts ]

[ Hissing ]

DAN: [ Coughing ]

I bet you go to Sunday Mass, Mary.

Mummy used to go every day.

We used to make fun of her, Seán and me.

All that praying, and for what? I mean, does anybody listen?

As it turns out, the answer is yes.

God does listen, and He does answer.

You just have to look for the signs.

But to be honest, Mary, praying will not help you now.

[ Hissing continues ]

[ Grunting ]

Darragh.

He's in there. Seán.

Seán?

Seán?

Seán, stay with me.

- Seán. - [ Siren wailing in distance ]

Seán, I'm gonna press, okay?

Stay with me, Seán.

Look at me.

I'm gonna press hard, okay?

Ambulance is coming.

[ Music continues ]

JACK: Mary! Open up!

In here! Quickly!

Help us! Please!

[ Gas hissing ]

JACK: No.

I'm glad you'll be on this journey with us, Taylor.

Don't do it. Don't.

They didn't do anything.

They have to pay for what Rory did.

That's the thing.

It wasn't Rory. You've got the wrong family.

You're lying.

Rory wasn't driving.

It was his girlfriend, Aisling.

It's true.

I should never have agreed to Rory taking the blame,

but I was scared and selfish,

and I thought it was gonna be okay.

No.

We made love, he said goodbye,

and I thought I'd see him the next day.

Shut up.

The worst thing is I just continued.

I found somebody else.

I just felt I deserved all the success, all the happiness.

I'm the one who should die.

I'm sorry, Mary.

[ Sobs ]

Mam?

Mam, come back.

Why didn't you tell me?

Why didn't you tell me?

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

MARY: [ Coughing ]

[ Indistinct conversation ]

[ Music continues ]

[ Engine shuts off ]

You okay?

I've been through worse.

Three years in Belmarsh. I bet you have.

Mary Willis?

Got there in time, thanks to you.

Get ready, pal. We're going down.

Kate, now, Darragh was just helping out.

Before you say anything, consider this.

I am a fully grown human being

capable of making my own decisions,

and nobody drags me into anything unless I choose to.

So if you do feel like hitting somebody, then hit me.

- Oh! Jesus Christ! - Kate, come on.

Will you --

Fucking hell.

Noonan!

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Horn honks in distance ]

[ Doorbell rings ]

Yo.

[ Door opens, closes ]

You come for second helpings?

Gobshite.

Look, we've got a problem.

Whelan's been roasting Gail and Seán.

They admit to John Willis' murder,

but they deny any involvement in Rory's death.

Yeah.

Going far?

Just a weekend trip to get away from everything.

I understand that Mary and Dan Willis

don't want you to confess to running down Nora Mitchell.

Yeah. It's incredibly kind of them.

They said they don't want another family ruined.

What do you people want?

One or two questions if you don't mind.

Be quick about it, so.

Did you meet up with Rory Willis?

GARY: No.

JACK: You knew that if Rory told the truth,

your whole existence would go up in smoke.

Your wife, a junior partner in the law firm,

dragged through the courts, possibly found guilty,

struck off.

True, but none of that happened.

Records show that a text message was sent from Aisling's phone

on the night of Rory's murder asking to meet.

I didn't s-send any...

JACK: You went to persuade him to change his mind,

but he wouldn't be swayed.

Just like Rory Willis, you loved Aisling.

And just like Rory Willis, you were willing to do anything

to protect her.

And on the spur of the moment, you did.

Can you believe this?

The crucifixion was an afterthought.

Well, thank you for dropping by and enlightening us.

Come on, honey. Let's go.

Ash, come on.

DNA traces were found in the house where Rory was killed.

I wonder if you'd volunteer to do a swab.

It will only take a sec.

Just to eliminate you.

Gary.

This is all shite.

Come on.

Just get in.

Jesus.

When I went to meet him, someone was already there.

A young lad. He was... He was mad.

He was coming at Rory with a hammer.

But Rory was stronger.

He... gave him a walloping.

The lad ran.

I realized I shouldn't have been there, and I left.

But he saw me.

Told me to come in.

We talked, but he wouldn't listen to reason.

He asked me when we met, you and I.

He asked...

He asked when we slept together first.

And he said Danielle is his, not mine.

She's his, and a paternity test would prove it.

I don't remember what happened next.

My mind just went blank.

No. No.

[ Sobs ] No.

I couldn't let him take everything away from us.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Mid-tempo music playing ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Good man, Christy.

Have that one on me.

What's your poison?

Carrot juice, actually.

You're a real badass, aren't you?

Sláinte.

I think I've figured it out.

Figured what out?

All the shite you went through --

dating a serial killer, being knocked out.

Most people would be in shock-induced trauma.

You, you're drinking a carrot juice.

What's wrong with carrot juice?

I'll tell you my theory.

I think you sensed Gail was bad news right from the start.

You knew she and her family might be involved in a murder.

Instead of putting you off, it made her more attractive to you.

- Academic interest. - Nah.

You like it. Gives you a rush.

Is that your theory?

You, ladeen, are a danger junkie.

My hobbies include reading, Confucianism,

and entertaining young ladies.

They most certainly do not include playing chicken

with oncoming freight trains.

Sure. Keep telling yourself that.

- Hey. - Hey.

Well, it worked.

What worked?

Two murders, two confessions.

I made the new super look real good

in front of the Dublin crowd.

I'm provisionally back in the fold.

Hallelujah.

Here's to you, Jack.

By the way, I got you that housewarming prezzie.

Housewarm-- Oh. Yeah?

Come on. I'll show you.

[ Music continues in distance ]

This better be good.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Okay.

That was good.

I got the results.

It's malignant.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]