Original subtitles

[ Dance music plays, indistinct conversations ]

Okay. So, Craig and Maggie are in my room, getting it on.

[ Laughs ] That's --

Um, this isn't funny!

[ Grunts ]

[ Metal clanks ]

I left mine in the club. [Laughs ]

Go that way! I'll cut him off.

Man: Hold it there, O'Shea.

Where you going, O'Shea, huh?

What do you want?!

Where are you going?

[ Screams ]

[ Classical music plays ]

[ Woman screams, tires screech ]

Jack: It had been a year since I left Galway.

I walked away and never looked back.

Now she welcomed me home with blue skies

and sunny smiles.

And I could almost believe that this was a good idea.

Truth is, wild horses couldn't have dragged me back.

But a single letter did.

So good of you to come, Jack.

No bother at all.

Thank you for the letter.

Very sorry to hear about your son.

Ah.

Niall came home after years of traveling,

working all over the world.

He was happy.

Well, as close to happy as I've ever seen him.

The Guard said he took his own life.

"No sign of foul play," is the way they put it.

But I know he didn't do it.

I know it.

I'll put you in touch with some good people who can help.

Look, I don't trust anybody else, Jack.

I'm sorry, Mr. O'Shea, but I've given up on this line of work.

Look, I can pay you, of course.

Ah, Jesus, no, no. Put that away, sir.

You and, uh, your dad.

You were close.

He was always there for you, Paddy was.

Sometimes, I wish that Niall and I could have --

I must know what really happened to Niall.

I must know.

[ Cellphone rings ]

- Yeah? - Jack: Kate?

Garda Noonan to you.

Getting notions, are we?

One or two.

Jack: Listen, Kate, uh, I need a favor.

Here was I thinking you just missed the sound of my voice.

That too.

Kate: What do you need, Jack?

The file on the death of one Niall O'Shea three weeks ago.

Can you help me out?

I'll see what I can do.

Here's to you, old friend.

Dad.

- To Sean. - Man: Seanie.

Reporter: While crime figures in the rest of the country

have been on the increase, in Galway City,

there has been a dramatic decrease in the past 12 months.

"The safest town in Ireland"

is what local politicians are now calling it.

Noel: Naturally, we're all delighted by this good news.

It benefits everyone,

from the business community to the man in the street.

In my mind, it's all down to the hard work

and decisive action of the Garda Síochána.

Garda Síochána, me arse.

What do you mean?

A fella was found up in Renmore with his arm severed.

Seems he was a serial burglar.

Another fella fleeced old people out of their savings.

He was found with his tongue cut out.

And nobody's admitting to nothing,

except to a "shaving accident."

[ Laughs ]

Are you saying there are vigilantes in Galway?

[ Door opens ]

Geez.

Noonan, you didn't have to go to all that trouble for my sake.

My uncle's 50th, if you must know.

Old-timers galore.

Old? 50?

For me?

Here.

It's the first edition of Dylan's debut album

with four deleted tracks.

It's, uh -- It's rare, I think.

Kate: Oh, geez. Uh...

Thanks, Jack. It's mighty.

- Have you got that file? - Yeah.

"Time of death -- between 12:00 a.m. and 4:00 a.m.

Victim had a history of depression."

O'Shea was an outsider. No friends, lived alone.

Criminal record strictly small-time.

Verdict -- suicide or death by misadventure.

There's one anomaly on the body --

a vertical cut on the left thigh.

Possibly sustained in a fall.

Could have been caused by contact with a sharp object,

such as broken glass or exposed metal.

Why are you interested in this guy?

His father doesn't think he killed himself.

And you?

Mr. O'Shea and my dad were mates.

That's enough for me, even if it's a dead end.

Have you got a problem, son?

What? Yes.

I mean no. I mean --

You mean what?

[ Sighs ] N-Nothing.

[ Gasps ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

Go to bed, honey. It's late.

I'm fine, Mom.

Ah, you're a lifesaver, Jeff.

From your lips to God's ears.

Jack: I reckoned it would take me all of a day

to wrap up the O'Shea investigation

and head back to London.

Famous last words.

Oi, Jack.

You don't mind if I call you Jack?

That's my name. Just don't wear it out.

I'm Cody.

That supposed to mean something to me?

No, but I know something which might.

The night Niall O'Shea died,

there was a party going on up in number 12,

the one with the balcony.

Somebody might have seen something.

Eavesdropping, were we?

No, no, no. I-I-I just heard what you were talking about.

And I did a bit of, you know, snooping.

Snooping?

Yeah. You know, private eye like.

Asked questions, made contacts.

And I found out about the party.

You're not gonna check it out?

Have you any other leads?

What do you want?

Well, some manners would be nice,

but I'll settle for a chat.

Listen, listen, love, I'm looking into the death

of that guy in the building side opposite.

I'd really appreciate some help.

We already told the Guards everything.

I'm not the Guards.

What are you, then?

A private eye.

The best.

Who's he?

Your son like?

That's not funny.

- Hi. - Hi.

So, you saw nothing out of the ordinary

between midnight and 4:00 a.m. that morning?

Nada.

We already told the Guards.

Well, I wouldn't have said anything to the Guards either

if I was sitting on good shit like that.

But I'm not the Guards.

Now, I could ring the Guards,

but surely, why would I want to do that?

I didn't see the guy kill himself or anything.

I just saw somebody breaking in.

Two guys. I-I saw two guys.

You always see double when you're locked.

[ Laughs ]

This guy or guys, what did they look like?

Duh! It was dark.

One of them was holding something.

It sort of looked like an ax.

Ax?

Well, nah. It was more like a spear.

It was kind of weird-looking.

We only glimpsed it real quick.

[ Chuckles ] Like I said, we were locked.

Cody: A guy with a lethal weapon.

This means someone was there, someone armed

who could have thrown Niall O'Shea off the building.

This is huge.

[ Groans ]

What the hell do you want from me?

I-I want to make you a business proposition, Jack.

You and me, full partners, taking on the bad guys,

kicking ass, seeing justice done.

Do you have any connection to reality whatsoever?

Everyone needs someone to cover their back, right?

Let me be really clear so I don't have to repeat myself.

I don't need a partner, and even if I did,

I would pick someone whose balls had actually dropped.

Meaning you'd like to think about it.

Meaning I want you to fuck off and never show your face again.

Hi. Uh, I need the number for one Tim Caffrey, developer.

Thank you.

[ Doorbell rings ]

Jack.

Ann.

Tim Caffrey. Come on in.

After you've taken in the view.

O'Shea killed himself. The case is closed, right?

Not for his father.

Well, I'll give you my theory.

Killing himself on my building site, that was pure spite.

Spite?

O'Shea used to work for me.

I have this policy. I like to hire locals.

Nothing against foreigners, mind.

It's just I know where I come from,

so I like to give something back.

So when O'Shea came back from wherever he'd been,

I was all for hiring him.

But then he was caught red-handed

helping himself to the petty cash.

So you fired him.

Of course I did.

Look, I don't know.

Maybe that helped push him over the edge.

Either way, it seems like he wanted to get back at me

by killing himself on my turf.

Ah, poor you.

Excuse me?

[ Footsteps approach ]

Thank you, love.

So, you, uh, dealt with O'Shea yourself, did you?

"Dealt with"?

You look like a man who lets his fists do the talking.

Did you knock him about, eh?

Did you show him who's boss?

What the hell is this?

That's what I'd like to know.

[ Door opens ]

Jack, wait!

What are you doing with this guy, Ann?!

You left, Jack.

I killed a man to save your life,

and then you just disappeared.

I needed time.

And I needed support.

Someone to talk to, someone to lean on.

- Tim has been good to me. - Yeah, a real gentleman.

This is my life now.

- Stay out of it, Jack. -Well, I'm sorry.

Can we meet?

That's not a good idea.

Just to talk, set things right.

Goodbye, Jack.

Pat Young.

Six years ago, he was charged with causing a hit-and-run

just outside Belfast, drunk at the wheel.

The case fell apart on a technicality.

Pat walked.

Ann Marie Smith didn't.

Before the accident, Ann Marie was a history student.

Now she can barely read or write.

Pat moved to Galway, thinking his crime had been forgotten.

It hasn't been.

Why didn't you tell me?

Tell you what, your ex-girlfriend's moved on?

O'Shea died on Caffrey's construction site.

You knew I'd look in to it, that I'd run into Ann.

I'm not your mommy, Jack.

Caffrey played on the Galway football team, didn't he?

Yeah. GAA born and bred.

Made his money during the boom years.

His ex-wife brought allegations of sexual violence against him.

Never came to court, though.

Friends in high places, eh?

- No. Lack of evidence. - [ Door opens ]

It's called a pike.

You see, it's both -- spear and an ax.

"A common infantry weapon.

The shape of the pike made it possible to dismount a rider.

Used by farmers in County Wexford

who rose up against the English

in a brief, bloody revolt in 1798.

The farmers called themselves pikemen,

fighting for a just and free Ireland."

Am I going too fast?

Any questions?

Yeah. What part of "fuck off" did you not understand?

No.

The real question is, why is anyone

carrying an ancient weapon around modern-day Galway?

Kid has a point.

You're Kate, right?

I'm Cody.

[ Sighs ] Don't ask.

[ Slurring ] ♪ In Oranmore ♪

♪ In the County Galway ♪

♪ One pleasant evening ♪

♪ In the month of May ♪

♪ And around her shoulders ♪

Go, go!

[ Bell tolling ]

No, no.

No, no, no. Let me go, let me go!

- Aah! Help, help! - Shut up!

Shut up.

Listen!

Now, we catch you driving drunk again,

we'll come back, and we'll kill you.

You breathe a word about any of this to anybody,

we'll come back, and we'll kill you.

- Do you understand? - Yes.

Get him down.

Stop him!

[ Grunts ]

What the fuck?!

[ Grunts ]

- Jesus Christ! - No.

Get off. Get him down!

[ Screaming ]

Get in the car.

[ Screaming continues ]

[ Engine turns over ]

[ Screams ] Please, no, don't!

Please, don't, don't, don't, don't!

Aah! Please, don't. Don't!

[ Screaming ]

[ Doorbell rings ]

Mrs. Bailey, I-I'm really sorry to bother you so late.

I-I should have rang, but --

Mr. Taylor, you're back!

Oh, only temporarily.

Come in.

I wonder if I could rent a room for a few nights.

I kept it exactly as you left it.

Oh, Mrs. Bailey, you shouldn't have.

There'll always be a room for you here, Mr. Taylor.

Ah.

Item 8234, regulation all-weather Garda coat.

My second skin.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

[ Siren wailing in distance ]

Thanks for coming, Jack.

How is he doing?

He listed me as his next of kin.

How sad is that?

So, what happened?

Someone ran him over.

That's all he said to the Guards.

Then he wanted to see you.

Jack, look, look.

I-I need your help, Jack.

They're out to get me.

Easy, Pat. Who's out to get you?

There were six of them with black masks.

They said I had to be punished

for the girl who was rode down up north a few years back.

They said if I spoke to the Guards or drove drunk again,

they'd come and kill me.

One of the masked fellas didn't want to wait.

He wanted to run me through there and then.

Run you through?

Had this big weapon.

I never saw anything like it before.

A cross between a spear and an ax?

[ Whimpers ]

They'll be back to get me, Jack.

I need your help.

I need protection, Jack.

Did you do it?

Do what?

Jack: The girl up north.

Did you run her down?

Jack, I need protection.

Check the Yellow Pages.

Jack.

[ Girl laughs ]

Ted: I know it feels wrong, but you did the right thing.

Justice was done today, thanks to you.

You have a long way to go.

But you've taken the first step.

And I respect that.

So, both incidents appear connected by the same weapon,

the pike.

Must be the vigilantes,

patterning themselves on the old pikemen.

In Pat's case, yes.

But Niall O'Shea for shoplifting, nicking petty cash?

Doesn't sound right.

Duty calls.

Cody: So, Kate your main squeeze, like?

What? No, no, not likely.

You and me, Jack, we're not the tied-down type.

I'm not saying we're commitment-phobics,

but it's a big sea out there,

and we like to cast our rods more than once.

Christ, I might have to shoot you.

Are you serious about helping out?

Name and claim it, skipper.

Run a check on Niall O'Shea's past.

Find out what he did in the last few years.

Talk to his father, but go easy on him.

And while you're at it,

check out those other supposed vigilante victims.

See if any of them talks.

Yes, sir.

Jack: That doesn't mean we're partners.

Cody: Aye, aye, skip.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

Yeah?

Man: It's me.

I thought you'd like to know

Jack Taylor is checking into someone called O'Shea

and other vigilante victims.

Right.

Man: Perhaps you should look into it.

Got it.

It's me.

Taylor's going to be a problem.

Well, don't worry. I'll sort it.

I know we have rules. I bloody made them.

I'll take care of Taylor.

[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

You're just in time.

In time for what?

Happy hour, Ms. Henderson.

After Sutton, where did you go?

London.

Rented a flat in Camden.

Read a lot, drank a lot.

Thought about you.

Not enough to give me a ring.

Come on, Ann, you weren't exactly an angel yourself.

You led me on to get to Sutton.

So, how'd you end up with Caffrey?

Well, after you left, I didn't know what to do.

I felt like a murderer.

Was a murderer.

And I had nobody to talk to, nobody to --

That's when I met Tim.

I know guys like Caffrey.

You don't get too close to them.

He doesn't mean it, Jack.

He's a good man deep down.

Sure, and Hitler loved puppies. What a saint.

Ann, I shouldn't have left you.

I let you down.

No excuses. I-I made a mistake.

Well, so did I in coming here, Jack.

You're wrong, Ann.

[ Door opens ]

How was the film?

Old and predictable.

You know I don't like you staying out late.

You don't need to worry about me.

You reek of booze.

I went for one...

...single...

...drink.

Geez, don't I feel the gooseberry?

[ Chuckles ]

Ted: Local potion.

Tears away the cobwebs, leaves you clean and pure.

Sounds like a drain cleaner.

Ted: [ Chuckles ] That's what we do.

Clear the dirt from the drains.

Vigilante plumbers, eh?

We're not criminals, Jack, just ordinary people.

But crime has come into our lives and left a mark.

You take revenge against the likes of Pat Young.

It's not revenge.

It's justice.

Closure.

A chance for those who have been wronged by unpunished crimes

to move on.

A chance to remove the perpetrators off the street.

Why kill a petty, little nobody like O'Shea?

Let's talk about you, Jack.

A year ago, you left Galway in a hurry

in the middle of investigating the deaths

of young girls in the area.

A little bird whispered to me

that the killers of those innocent girls

got their just desert thanks to you.

Big imagination for a little bird.

Of course. You deny it.

It's the only way we can operate successfully, you and me,

is to keep it secret.

As soon as it's out, the Guards are on to us, the public.

Just makes everything a lot more difficult.

That's why you must understand

you can't keep digging into O'Shea's death.

Or else?

There's no need to feel the gooseberry, Jack.

[ Laughing ]

If I say no and keep digging,

will you put me on the carvery menu?

[ Laughs ]

We're not murderers.

We don't kill indiscriminately.

We simply punish those who deserve it.

There are other ways.

[ Knock on door ]

How'd you get on?

That's your brekky -- chips?

I didn't find out much about O'Shea.

I talked to his dad.

I checked the companies he worked for abroad --

Australia, Germany, U.K.

Spoke to former employers.

Nobody had a complaint about him,

definitely nothing to justify vigilantes coming after him.

What about other vigilante victims here in Galway?

Man, what a collection of lowlifes.

Most refused to talk.

Nobody admitted knowing anything about any pikemen.

Oh. I had a meet-and-greet with the pikemen last night.

What? Seriously?

They had me in this big, old room, stone walls.

Must have been a castle.

There's only about 200 castles in Galway.

Their leader fancies himself as a regular caped crusader.

In his past, there was a violent act that went unpunished,

the thing that drives him.

He said as much.

There's one other thing.

He made reference to something,

things that happened which he couldn't know about unless...

I don't think those guys operate alone.

Someone is behind them.

Shit. A conspiracy.

Who do you think's pulling the strings?

Prince Charles. How the fuck would I know?

Check unsolved crimes in Ireland in the past few years.

Focus on the relatives, their backgrounds, who they are, huh?

Geez, I'll be 50 when I'm done with that.

And keep checking O'Shea's past.

But it's a dead end, skipper.

Hey, want to be an investigator?

Learn to trust your instincts.

[ Horn honks ]

[ Cellphone beeps ]

[ Horn honks ]

Ann?

Annie?

Darling?

Ann?

[ Grunting ]

What's the matter, Caffrey?

Not used to someone hitting back?

[ Chuckles ] You are dogmeat, Taylor.

You lay your hand on Ann again, and I'll tear your liver out.

[ Grunting ]

[ Groans ]

Kate?

[ Indistinct conversations ]

We'll get the bastard.

Caffrey won't get away with this.

- Pass me my coat. - What?

Just give me the fucking coat.

I'm not pressing charges.

Have you lost your mind?

It's his word against mine.

He'll get off.

Even if he was convicted,

at most, he'd get a couple of months suspended sentence.

He'll get nothing if you don't press charges.

Oh, I'll nail the fucker, all right, my way.

Well, you won't be doing anything till you're discharged.

[ Groans ]

I'm discharged.

[ Beeping ]

Have you been drinking?

Oh, sorry.

Drinking is bad, but running people over is good, right?

[ Door closes ]

Ted: You need time to cope, son.

I understand.

Frankie: You don't speak to me for two years.

Oh, yeah, and now it's like, "You're all right, son."

- Just keep your voice down. - Or what?

You gonna chop my tongue out?

Ted.

It's nothing.

Open your fucking eyes.

Watch your mouth, boy!

Ted, Ted, just leave it.

[ Door slams ]

It's okay.

Sorry.

[ Soft music plays, indistinct conversations ]

Oh, lovely, Ann. Thank you.

Jack: Waiter, Bloody Mary. Make it extra bloody.

Jesus, Jack, what happened?

He's thorough, your boyfriend. I'll give him that.

Been scuffling with the winos, have you, Jack?

Jack: Superintendent Clancy and Counselor Carnan, is it?

Pity I didn't bring my golf clubs.

We could have had a foursome.

This is not the time or the place!

One night, when you're not looking,

I'll come for you, Caffrey.

Come on, Ann.

You don't belong here.

I'm sorry.

[ Glass shatters ]

You sure it's a good idea to mix booze and pills?

No, Jeff, it's a bad idea.

That's why I'm doing it.

Jack, sorry. Sorry about that.

Bloody wino.

Ann: Tim has been good to me.

This is my life now.

Jack: I let you down. No excuses.

Ann: I killed a man to save your life.

Jack: I'll come for you, Caffrey.

Man: Number 2.

[ Knock on door ] - Taylor!

[ Speaks indistinctly ]

[ Knock on door ] - Jack Taylor!

[ Door opens ]

Bailey: It's outrageous!

Jack: [ Breathing heavily ]

Go away, ma'am. Just go back downstairs.

Is this about the TV license?

Bailey: You haven't heard the end of this.

I want the superintendent!

Jack Taylor.

Is your memory as bad as your manners, Dougherty?

You're under arrest.

You are not obliged to say anything

unless you wish to do so.

Anything you say will be taken down

and may be given in evidence.

[ Door opens ]

What's the charge, Clancy?

Bleeding on your mate Caffrey's carpet?

Murder.

Tim Caffrey's body was found

outside one of his construction sites early this morning.

Skull fractured from a single blow to the back of the head.

Oh.

Where were you between 1:00 a.m. and 6:00 a.m. last night?

At home... probably.

Can anyone corroborate that?

Booze and painkillers

aren't exactly a recipe for total recall.

You and Ann Henderson met again recently.

Yeah.

You wanted her to leave Caffrey.

He used her for boxing practice. Of course I wanted her to leave.

But she didn't want to leave him, did she, Jack?

We all saw it.

We all saw you threatening to kill Caffrey.

Give me your mobile phone.

- Why? - Your mobile.

I must have left it or lost it.

Caffrey received a text message last night

about meeting at the site where his body was found.

Now, our records show

it originated from your phone, Jack.

If I wanted to kill Caffrey,

would I be idiot enough to send a message from my own phone?

Booze and painkillers aren't a good recipe for sound judgment.

This is bollocks.

Caffrey's the one who beat the living shite out of me.

Have you any witnesses to substantiate that claim?

Remove your shirt.

It'll be held for examination.

Clancy, come on.

What happened to you, Jack?

Jesus, I did you a bloody big favor

by covering up Sutton's death.

And this is how you repay me?

By going off at the deep end?

I didn't kill him, Clancy.

Are you sure, Jack?

Are you absolutely, 100% sure?

Preliminary tests indicate

that some of the blood found on your shirt was Caffrey's.

You'll be taken to the courthouse,

where you'll be charged with his murder.

It's the pikemen.

It has to be. This is how they stop me.

You can't even prove the pikemen exist, Jack.

As far as anyone's concerned, they're an urban myth.

All right, Jack.

Clancy sacrificing his fair Guard?

- You all right, Sarge? - Yes.

We need backup now!

Taylor's escaped!

Check on this side.

- [ Police radio chatter ] - Where did he go?!

Quick, check the creek in the back.

[ Police radio chatter ]

This is Dougherty.

Taylor's escaped near the canal. I need backup now!

Get up to the road!

Shit.

[ Sirens wailing ]

[ Police radio chatter ]

All right, split up.

Jim, take Pakabara.

Noonan, take the new one.

[ Indistinct talking on TV ]

This is Jack.

Leave a message, if you must.

Reporter: ...taken into custody yesterday afternoon

at the Main Street Garda Station here in Galway City.

Taylor is wanted for the murder of developer Timothy Caffrey,

whose body was found outside one of his construction sites

in the early hours of yesterday morning.

Clancy: I appeal to anyone with information

of Jack Taylor's whereabouts to come forward

or contact Main Street Garda Station immediately.

[ Reporters shouting indistinctly ]

Reporter: In other news, talks between representatives

of the labor committees and the government...

[ Knock on door ] - Come in.

You asked to see me, sir?

Garda Noonan, meet Detective Sergeant Kavanagh.

He'll partner you on your next assignment.

Kate, pleased to meet you.

Next assignment, sir?

Your friendship with Jack Taylor is no secret.

The chances are he may contact you.

Even if he doesn't, you know how he thinks.

I want you to put all your efforts into catching him.

What if he's been set up?

Every avenue is being investigated,

but at present, the evidence points towards Taylor.

I know, sir, but --

Now, do I need to worry about your ability to do your duty?

No, of course not, sir.

Get to work, both of youse.

Mint?

Thank you for your concern, though.

I'll be fine.

Are you sure?

[ Thunder rumbling ]

[ Thunder crashes ]

Now, if there's anything you need -- anything.

Thank you.

[ Engine turns over ]

Ann. Psst!

I had nothing to do with this. You know that.

Jesus. Ann?

What did you think you were doing,

rescuing me by killing him?

I didn't kill him.

I would never have left Tim for you.

We had a life together. He needed me.

You just need someone to tell you

what a poor, anguished soul you are.

Ann, please.

I need your help.

[ Thunder crashes ]

[ Siren wailing ]

Jack: Liam Farraher, AKA Cody Farraher.

Age -- 23. Address -- 10 Fairview Heights.

Education -- sadly lacking.

[ Sighs ]

You didn't think I wouldn't check you out, did you?

Jesus, Jack.

Are you okay?

Yeah, yeah. I'm grand.

Why aren't you halfway to Bolivia?

I'm not going anywhere till I find out who killed Tim Caffrey.

[ Dog barking ]

Right, skip. Let's get you in.

Jack: You'd be harboring a wanted man.

You didn't kill Caffrey.

You seem more sure than I am.

[ Door creaks ]

Upstairs.

Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend, Liam?

Sorry for the state of me.

Eh, go on.

Takes one to know one.

Atkins diet.

[ Laughs ]

He said he didn't want it.

Thanks.

Jack Taylor, once a Guard and now a finder.

Likes to read.

Likes the drop, when he isn't on a diet.

Currently a fugitive from the law wanted for murder.

He didn't do it.

Sounds like you read the file on me.

Sure. Liam here wrote the file on you.

His drawers are full of clippings and stories

about Jack Taylor.

He knows all your cases, all your habits,

from your favorite drink to your favorite color.

His father died a few years back.

I never remarried.

Teenage boy needs someone to look up to.

I was hoping it'd be someone nice, like Daniel O'Donnell.

Hell, I'd have even settled for Bono.

But no.

Mom!

Mrs. Farraher: He waited in that pub of yours like a loyal dog,

just waiting for you to show up again one day,

sure that you'd jump at the chance to become his partner.

Mom!

[ Laughs ]

If you disapprove, why haven't you called the Guards on me?

Boy needs to see what sort of a man you are,

what the job is really like.

The only way to cure these notions of his.

I'm going up.

There's plenty of hot water if you'd like a shower.

The bed upstairs is much softer than the sofa.

[ Sighs ]

Ah, sofa's grand.

[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

Kavanagh: Bit of a cradle snatcher, isn't he,

Jack the lad?

Excuse me?

I mean, fair play to both of youse for pulling it off.

What, are you 10, 15 years younger than him?

What are you, 10, 15 years old?

[ Laughs ]

[ Chuckles sarcastically ]

Cody: Right, so, I looked into O'Shea again.

Nothing.

Then I check news archives

for the places where he worked the last few years.

Turns out that in Sydney,

a 12-year-old girl went missing while O'Shea was staying there.

Happened about two miles from where O'Shea lived.

Never solved, far as I can tell.

Connected to O'Shea?

No, but --

Suits you.

Get on with it, Cody.

[ Clears throat ]

But three weeks after the disappearance,

O'Shea moves away.

I spoke to his landlord.

O'Shea had two months left on his rent.

Doesn't have to mean anything.

True.

Then O'Shea moves to Berlin,

gets work on a construction site.

Nothing unusual, except I come across a news item.

12-year-old girl disappeared again,

not too far from where O'Shea lived.

Again, no connection to him at all.

But a month later, he moves away.

His boss on-site says he's a good worker,

would have kept him on, but he moves back to Galway.

So now I recall something from looking at all the old reports

of unsolved crimes in Galway.

Three years ago, a 12-year-old girl went missing.

I was posted in Donegal back then.

I checked with O'Shea's dad,

and O'Shea was in Galway that period

but moved away shortly afterwards.

Who's the girl?

Sally Buckley.

Garda investigation into Sally's disappearance got nowhere.

Guards thought some sickos passing through

might have snatched her.

That didn't stop her father from going on a crusade of his own.

He must have spent a lot of time and a lot of money,

but in the end, he had nothing to show for it.

Who is he?

Ted Buckley.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

Yeah?

Jack: Ted Buckley, it's Jack.

How's the forum?

You've got the wrong number.

Does the offer still stand?

The offer was a one-off.

Thanks to you, I have no options left.

Better the devil you know.

Are you interested in an ally or not?

Be at the corner of P Street and Cross Street in an hour.

Someone'll pick you up.

Why stick your neck out?

If Buckley is responsible for O'Shea and Caffrey's death,

and I think that's almost a dead cert, I need real evidence.

But if Buckley wanted you off his back,

why not just kill you instead of Caffrey?

He has his own twisted set of values

about who deserves to live and who deserves to die.

Will you do up those, lace them up?

Back is killing me.

[ Bat flutters ]

You don't go out much, do you?

Finally, a friendly face.

I got to hand it to you, Buckley.

You have me arse nailed.

What are you talking about?

Caffrey.

You figured you got a wife beater off the streets

and me off your case, right?

And O'Shea.

Was he responsible for your daughter's death?

Get him out of here.

I'm not here to judge you, Ted!

You can help me hide out!

Maybe you can find somebody else to frame for Caffrey's murder!

Wait.

And why should I believe that you're genuine about joining us?

[ Sighs ]

'Cause I got nothing left to lose.

Number 70, Albert Nolan, drug dealer.

Not a big operator,

but big enough to do serious damage to a lot of young lives.

And you want me to do what?

That's up to you.

I just want them off the streets.

Anyone comes, I'll ring once.

I'll wait around the back.

[ Dog barking ]

Go with him, make sure he does it.

But I thought --

I believe in you, son,

but I need to know that I can trust you completely.

[ Barking continues ]

Don't let me down.

[ Siren wailing in distance ]

[ Engine turns over ]

Ready, vigilante?

[ Doorbell buzzing ]

Stay quiet or I'll get very cross.

What do you want?!

From you, nothing.

Francis Buckley, is it?

Yeah, I recognize you from the photo.

Fuck off!

What are you, 17, 18?

What the hell are you doing mixed up in this?

If you touch me, my dad'll kill you.

[ Groans ]

Yeah?

Are you afraid of your dad?

He pull you into this?

Nobody pulled me into anything. Scum deserve to be punished.

Get the hell out of my house.

Will you please sit down and keep quiet?

Now, Frankie,

what would you like me to do to Berty here, hmm? Huh?

Smash his hands?

That way, he can never count his ill-gotten gains.

Or the old favorite, kneecapping?

Please, no.

Why don't we go all the way?

Huh?

It's up to you, Frankie.

Just say the word.

Just say the word. What'll it be?

Don't.

It's okay.

I'm here to help you.

[ Engine turns over ]

It's your dad. Put your hood on.

He must have got fed up waiting.

Now, Berty, have you ever had your ears pierced?

Huh?

This is exactly the same.

- Albert: What's that? -[ Gunshot ]

What the...

Jesus Christ!

Just the part you don't need. Come on.

Fuck! Get out, man!

Jack: Come on. Let's go.

Man: What's going on down there?

Woman: Do we have to call the Guard?

Jack: What are we waiting for?

Jack, I'll be in touch.

Let's go.

[ Engine revs ]

Cheers, Mike.

Taylor's description's gone out to bus terminals,

train stations, taxi drivers.

Every drunk from Eyre Square to Athenry has been interviewed.

Still nothing.

[ Sighs ]

Are you sure there's not someone you're forgetting?

An old mate, a work associate?

Jack works alone.

Every Sherlock has a Watson.

How very perceptive of you.

Yeah, well, I have my moments.

Yeah, not enough.

Okay. So, it's a 20-minute drive.

Then they circle two roundabouts to throw you off,

then a country lane,

judging by the branches hidden against the side of the car.

Then the castle, which was probably by the sea,

'cause you smelled seaweed, right?

Something like that.

Cody.

I want you to find a phone number.

I've booked a B and B in Clifden this weekend.

Just the three of us, like the old days.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

Ted: That's a great idea, honey.

We'll talk about it this evening.

Okay.

Frankie, school.

I'll walk.

It's all right, Frankie.

Frankie: What do you want?

To help you.

No one can help me, least of all you, wanted for murder.

What do you know about Caffrey's murder?

How did the pikemen start?

Did it start with Sally?

Everything started with Sally.

Sally: I want to see it again.

You can't see the same film twice in the same day.

Why not?

'Cause you can't.

That's no answer.

Boy: Oi, Frankie!

Go on home, Sal.

Frankie, Dad said we should go together.

Just go on. I'll come later.

-But -- -Frankie: Go on.

Hi, Mom.

Where's Sally?

What do you mean?

What time do you call this?!

We told you to come home after the cinema.

Yeah, and --

- Where's Sally? -I sent her home.

Where is she?

She was supposed to be home. She should have --

The fuck are you talkin about?! Where is she?!

Shh!

I sent her home.

But she's not here, Frankie.

She was to come home with you!

Hold on! What time did she leave you?

What time did Sally leave?!

-Where the fuck is she?! -Stop.

-Calm down, calm down! -Frankie.

She could have gone to a friend's.

She was to come home with you!

We never saw her again.

Guards never arrested anyone.

She just vanished.

I shouldn't have let her.

She walked across that field many times,

and nothing had ever happened.

Dad didn't speak to me for almost two years.

Not one word.

It was like I didn't exist.

Then one day, he did talk to me.

He told me I had a chance to make up for what I did.

Do good and make Sally proud.

The pikemen?

I didn't want to do it, but Dad was talking to me again.

He said if I did this, everything would be good again.

And O'Shea?

Come on, Frankie. Do you know about O'Shea?

Is he the one responsible for your sister's death?

If Mom found out about Dad and me, it'd kill her.

I got a friend.

She's a Guard, but you'll like her.

Will you talk to her?

This can't go on, Frankie.

The central parking garage, midnight.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

Hello?

Jack: Kate, can you talk?

Where are you?

Jack: The leader of the pikemen is called Ted Buckley.

His son's called Francis Buckley.

The boy knows how O'Shea and Caffrey died.

Kate: If that's the case, give yourself up.

We'll take it from there.

Jack: You know Clancy won't listen to me.

Besides, this kid Frankie,

he'll never open up under interrogation.

He needs a softer touch.

Kate, I need you to do this.

Can I count on you?

Yes.

The central parking garage, fourth floor, midnight.

Stay in your car. We'll find you.

[ Helicopter blades whirring ]

Everyone in position?

Man: Units two and three in position.

Unit four in position.

Unit five in position.

We go on Kate's signal.

One fucking peep before that,

and you'll be flipping burgers in Supermac's.

Cody: What about this one here?

It's close to the sea, about half an hour drive up the R336.

That's bogland, Cody, not the sea.

Come on, Frankie.

There he is.

Stay here.

If anything happens, get the hell out.

He's here.

Everything okay?

Frankie, this is Kate Noonan.

Hi, Frankie.

I just want you to know nobody's gonna force you to do anything.

It's fucking freezing in here.

There you go. Sorry. It's only lukewarm.

Kate, are we clear to go?

Kate: Jack hasn't told me much,

but you must have been through a lot.

I can handle it.

I'm sure you can handle it, but is it what you want?

Frankie: [ Sniffles ]

Kate, are we clear to go?

Frankie: Nobody was supposed to die.

It was supposed to be punishments only.

For a while.

Till we killed O'Shea.

Hold position. Repeat. Everyone, hold position.

Frankie: Dad stopped looking for Sally.

He put all his efforts into the pikemen

and into finding guys who had the same notions he did.

So he made connections in the Guards and Social Services.

They gave out information

on criminals that were going unpunished.

One of these contacts was a Guard.

He was involved with Sally's investigation,

and he finds out that a guy

who had been interviewed at the time, Niall O'Shea,

had just moved back to Galway.

So he does a check on O'Shea

and finds that he'd been in Australia and in Germany

at the exact same time two girls went missing.

Sally could have been just a coincidence,

but Dad had to know.

- Ted: Where is she?! -Where's who?!

What did you do with her?

Please. I don't know what you're talking about.

[ Screams ]

[ Thud, tires screech ]

Frankie: No.

And after that,

he couldn't stand the thought that he came so close

to finding out where Sally was.

And now he might never.

Something snapped in his head.

He nearly killed that wino, Pat Young.

And then he killed Caffrey.

No.

He didn't kill Caffrey.

Hold on, now.

Buckley killed Caffrey to frame me.

No.

Right, that's it. Move in.

Jack: Oh, no. Kate.

Man: Move in. Let's go.

We've got to get out of here now!

[ Tires screeching ]

Police, stop, stop!

Cut them off on the stairwell.

Fuck it. Let's keep going.

[ Grunts ]

[ Tires screeching ]

Sorry. Lost him.

Aw, fuck it.

Fan out.

Tony, call for backup.

Where's Noonan?!

Where the fuck has Noonan been?!

Jack: Frankie, come here.

[ Groans ]

Frankie: Dad.

I can't do this anymore.

I know the last years have been hard on you, son.

You've suffered through hell.

And I'm sorry.

I have to tell the Guards how it is.

I have to tell Mom.

Ted: Don't you think your mother has been through enough?

Frankie: Can't keep lying to her!

Would the truth make her feel any better?

No. No.

Maybe -- Maybe I should never have made you one of us.

Maybe you weren't ready.

- Come home, son. - No, no.

Ted: Now you want to betray us?

We're the only thing that gives Sally's death any meaning!

There is no meaning, Dad!

Sally's never coming back,

and we'll never find out what happened to her!

And punishing some petty crooks gives meaning to nothing!

All right.

No, no.

We'll end it.

[ Sobbing ]

[ Sirens wailing in distance ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Voice breaking ] Oh, no.

Oh, Ted, no.

Jesus!

- Dougherty, call an ambulance! - I'm out of here.

No!

Call an ambulance before you cuff the bastard!

Ted.

Jesus Christ, Ted, what have you done?!

What had to be done.

Jack: Oh.

Oh, Frankie, Frankie.

Oh, Christ.

[ Grunts ]

Ted, come on!

Come on!

[ Sirens wailing ]

Please stand aside.

Get rid of those people on the end.

Your boyfriend didn't waste any time covering his tracks.

Jack didn't do this.

He tried to make the boy take the blame for Caffrey's murder.

The boy changed his mind, and Jack took care of him.

And I think you know more about it than you're letting on.

D.S. Kavanagh?

What?

[ Siren wailing ]

Kate: It had to be the pikemen.

We just have to figure out where they are.

Cody: We've narrowed it down to these.

It could be any one of them.

All by the sea, all around 20 minutes outside Galway.

What do we do? Which one do we pick?

What if we pick the wrong one?

What if Jack dies 'cause we pick the wrong one?

What's that?

Family crest at Knockshee Castle.

Two crossed pikes.

Come on.

Dougherty: Dump the body in that bath.

It's hard to find biopsy traces.

They'll be too corrupt to be of any use.

Ted!

Yeah, fine.

I'll get the plastic.

If you hadn't gotten him to betray me,

if you hadn't appealed to his weak side,

he wouldn't have had to die.

Bollocks. It was your choice.

The right choice.

Jack: Is that how you feel?

Righteous?

You have no idea how I feel.

Little bit sad, little bit lonely.

No, Ted!

[ Groans ]

No traces!

Jack: Ah, she'd be proud of you.

Ah, all the good deeds you've done in her name.

Get on the plastic, Jack.

And then it's back home to a loving wife and a bright future.

Dougherty: Taylor!

And that fire you feel inside...

Taylor!

...the one that's burning its way through your gut,

sure, that's not guilt.

That's heartburn, because you're a righteous man.

Fuck this!

Step on the fucking plastic!

Ah, a righteous man, Ted!

[ Grunting ]

Kate: Take the front door. I'll take the back way.

What do we do, Ted?

Wait for the cavalry to arrive, huh?

You'll get what, 15, 20 years?

That's not gonna put out the fire inside you.

Do you want to put it out now?

Well, lucky you. You've come to the right place.

Cody: Jack!

Jack: Get out of here!

- What are you doing? - He butchered his own son!

He doesn't deserve to live!

Cody: Who decides that?

- You? - Yes, yes!

Get out of here.

So you're one of them now, are you -- a pikeman?

You're not, Jack.

[ Footsteps approach ]

Kate: Jack, no.

I know you.

You know nothing about me, Cody.

You won't shoot him, Jack.

Holy mother of God.

Ted: [ Groaning ]

[ Door opens ]

Frankie: Dear Mom, I've never written a letter before.

It feels strange.

I've got a lot of things to tell you,

but I don't know how to say them.

Me and Dad have done some bad things -- very bad things.

Dad wanted to give Tim Caffrey a beating,

make him think that Taylor had done it.

That would make Caffrey get back at Taylor,

maybe even kill him."

What the fuck?!

[ Grunts ] What's with the mask, Taylor?

[ Grunts ]

We'll finish this now.

[ Grunts ]

Maybe if I had let Caffrey kill Dad,

then nothing more bad would have happened.

You would have been sad but never found out the truth.

But I couldn't.

When Dad saw what I had done, he looked at me,

and I swear he was proud of me,

like he used to be before Sally died.

[ Sobs ]

But now it didn't mean anything to me.

I felt so bad that I wanted to die.

But then I thought of Sally.

I thought of you, and I knew.

So, Mom, next time you see me, I'll probably be behind bars.

I hope you'll still want to talk to me.

Your son, Frankie.

Jack.

Niall was driven off the building.

He never stood a chance.

So... it wasn't suicide.

He's gone to a good place now.

Why would anybody want to kill Niall?

I still couldn't tell you.

Maybe they thought he was someone else.

They made a mistake.

Yeah, yes.

Yeah, I suppose that was it.

He always had a knack

of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, Niall had.

Thanks, Jack.

[ Mid-tempo music plays, indistinct conversations ]

Aye, aye, skip.

Thought you were on duty tonight.

Nope.

She's on probation.

Probation?

I thought they'd give her a medal, at least for acting.

I sure believed it when she said I could trust her.

First of all, you were a fugitive.

It was my duty to catch you.

And second of all, I tipped you off, didn't I?

I'm getting a drink.

[ Song ends, cheers and applause ]

She was defending your honor, skip.

What do you mean?

This detective was saying you killed Frankie.

She lost it, slapped the fella.

What, Kate Noonan struck a fellow officer?

That's why she's on probation.

Hey, hey, you -- you're Jack Taylor, huh, private eye?

No. Barbra Streisand, monkey tamer.

Ah, no, no.

I'm pretty sure you're Jack Taylor.

Listen, a friend of mine needs to find somebody,

and I-I told her that you did that sort of thing, huh?

Tell her to give me a shout.

Right.

Taylor and Cody.

I thought you worked alone.

No. You always need someone to cover your back.

Aye.

Okay. I-I'll, uh -- I'll tell her.

Thanks. Cheers.

We're partners.

Serious?

Jack, thanks.

I-I don't know what to say.

Cody, I appreciate you saving me arse,

but you really want to flush away

all your hard-earned credibility on sentimental bollocks?

[ Clears throat ]

Slainte, Garda Noonan.

Slainte.