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OK, so, Greg and Becky are in my room
getting it on.

This isn't funny!

- I left Ron in the pub.

Go that way, I'll block him off.

Hold it there, O'Shea.

Where are you going, O'Shea?

What do you want?

Where are you going?

Arghh!

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,

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.

- It's so good of you to come, Jack.
- No bother at all.

Thank you for the letter.

I was very sorry to hear about your son.

Niall came home
after years of travelling and working...

..all over the world.

He was happy, well...

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

The guards 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.

Jesus, no, put that away, sir.

You and your da - you were close.

He was always there for you, Paddy was.

Sometimes I wish that Niall and I could...

I must know what really happened to Niall.

I must know.

- Yeah?
- Kate?

Garda Noonan to you.

Getting notions, are we?

- One or two.
- Listen, Kate, I need a favour.

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

- That too.
- 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.

- To Dad.
- To Sean.

While crime figures in the rest of the country
have been on the increase,

in Galway city there has been dramatic
decrease in the past 12 months.

""The safest town in Ireland""
is what local politicians are now calling it.

We're delighted by this good news.

lt benefits everyone, from the business
community to the man in the street.

In my mind, it's all down to hard work and
decisive action of the Garda Siochna.

Garda Sioch�na, 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 is admitting to nothing
except to a ''shaving accident''.

Are you saying there are vigilantes in Galway?

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

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

Old timers galore.

Old? 50?

Here.

For me?

It's a first edition of Dylan's debut album...
with four deleted tracks.

It's rare, I think.

Ah, Jesus.

Thanks Jack, it's mighty.

- Have you got that file?
- Yeah.

''Time of death, between 12am and 4am.

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 the fall.

Could have been caused by contact with an
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?

Nothing.

Go to bed, honey. It's late.

I'm fine, Mam.

Ah, you're a lifesaver, Jeff.

From your lips to God's ears.

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.

Hi, Jack.

- You don't mind if I call you Jack?
- It's my name. Just don't wear it out.

I'm Cody.

Is 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, no,
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.

Are you not gonna check it out?

Have you any other leads?

What do you want?

Some manners would be nice,
but I'll settle for a chat.

Listen, love.

I'm looking into the death of that
guy on the building site 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 four that morning?

Nada. We already told the guards.

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.

I could ring the guards, but, sure,
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 saw two guys.
- You always see double when you're locked.

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 axe.

- Axe?
- Well, no, it was more like a spear.

It was kinda weird looking.

We only glimpsed it real quick.

Like I said, we were locked.

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.

What the hell do you want from me?

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

Thank you.

- 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 dunno, 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?

Thank you, love.

So you...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?

- To show him who's boss?
- What the hell is this?

That's what I'd like to know.

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.
- 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.

Anne Marie Smith didn't.

Before the accident,
Anne Marie was a history student.

Now she can barely read or write.

Pat moved to Galway,
thinking his crime had been be 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 into him - that I'd run into Ann.

I'm not your mammy, 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?

No. Lack of evidence.

It's called a pike!

You see, it's both: spear...and an axe.

''A common infantry weapon. The shape
of the pike made it possible to dismount a rider.

Used by farmers in County Wexford who rose
against the English in a brief revolt in 1798.

They 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?

The kid has a point.

You're Kate, right? I'm Cody.

Don't ask.

# ..in the County Galway

# One pleasant evening

# ln the month of May

# And around her shoulder...

Go, go!

Let me go! Let me go!

Help! Help!

Shut up! Listen.

Now, we catch you driving drunk again,
we'll come back and we'll kill you.

If you breathe a word about any of this to
anybody, we'll come back and we'll kill you.

Do you understand?

Get him down.

Stop him!

What the fuck did I say?

Jesus Christ!

- Jesus Christ!
- Get off! Get him down!

- Get in the car.

Tie the ropes.

Please! No, don't! Please!

- Don't!
- Get on with it.

Please, don't!

Don't!

Aargh!

Mrs Bailey, I'm really sorry
to bother you so late, I should've rang but...

Mr Taylor! You're back.

- Only temporarily.
- Come in.

l 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.

Aha, Item 8234.

Regulation all-weather Garda coat.

- My second skin.

- Thanks for coming, Jack.
- How's 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.
And that he wanted to see you.

Jack. Look!

Look, 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 run down up north, a few of years back.

They said if I spoke to the guards or if I drove
drunk again they'd come and kill me.

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

He wanted to run me through, there and then.

Run you through?

They had this big weapon...
I never saw anything like it before.

A cross between a spear and an axe?

They'll be back to get me, Jack.
l need your help.

I need protection, Jack.

Did you do it?

- Do what?
- The girl up north.

Did you run her down?

Jack, I... I need protection.

Check the Yellow Pages.

Jack!

I know 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.

ln Pat's case, yes.

But Niall O'Shea for shoplifting
and nicking petty cash? Doesn't sound right.

Duty calls.

- So, Kate your main squeeze, like?
- What? 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!

- That doesn't mean we're partners.
- Aye-aye, Skip!

- Yeah?
- It's me.

I thought you'd like to know Jack Taylor
is checking into someone called O'Shea

and other vigilante victims.

Right.

Perhaps you should look into it.

Got it.

It's me.

Taylor's going to be a problem.

Don't worry, I'll sort it.

I know we have rules. I bloody made them.

I'll take care of Taylor.

You're just in time.

In time for what?

Happy hour, Miss Henderson.

After Sutton...where did you go?

London.

Rented a flat in Camden.

Read a lot. Drank a lot.

Thought about you.

But 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 did you end up with Caffrey?

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 made a mistake.
- Well, so did I in coming here, Jack.

You're wrong, Ann.

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.

Jeez, don't I feel the gooseberry?

Local poteen.

Tears away the cobwebs.

Leaves you clean and pure.

Sounds like a drain cleaner.

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.

So 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.

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.

If I say no and keep digging...

you'll put me on the carvery menu?

We're not murderers.

We don't kill indiscriminately.

We simply punish those who deserve it.

There are other ways.

- How did you get on?
- That's your brekkie, chips?

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

l talked to his dad, checked the companies
he worked for abroad - Australia, Germany, UK,

spoke to former employers.

Nobody had a complaint about him. Definitely
nothing to justify vigilantes coming after him.

What about the other vigilante victims
in Galway?

Man, what a collection of lowlifes.
Most refused to talk.

Nobody admitted
knowing anything about any Pikemen.

Well, I had a meet and greet
with the Pikemen last night.

What? Serious, like?

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

- Must've been a castle.
- There's only about 200 castles in Galway.

Their leader fancies himself
as a regular Caped Crusader.

ln his past,
there was a violent act that went unpunished.

The thing that drives him. He said as much.

There was one other thing -
he made reference to something.

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

l 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 background, who they are.

I'll be 50 when I'm done with that!

- And keep checking O'Shea's past.
- But it's a dead end.

Hey, want to be an investigator?

Learn to trust your instincts.

Ann?

Ann?

Darling?

Ann?

What's the matter, Caffrey?
Not used to someone hitting back?

You are dog meat, Taylor.

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

Kate.

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, and 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 fecker, all right.

My way.

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

I'm discharged.

Have you been drinking?

Oh, sorry. Drinking is bad.

But running people over is good, right?

You need time to cope, son. I understand.

You don't speak to me for two years
and now it's like, ''You're all right, son''?

- Just keep your voice down.
- Or what?

You're gonna chop my tongue out?

Ted!

It's nothing.

- Open your fucking eyes!
- Watch your mouth, boy!

Ted. Ted, just leave it.

It's OK.

Sorry.

Lovely, Ann. Thank you.

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?

Superintendent Clancy.
And Councillor Carnahan, is it?

Pity I didn't bring my golf clubs.
We could've 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.

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 winos.

Tim's been good to me.

This is my life now.

l let you down.

l killed a man to save your life.

I'll come for you, Caffrey.

We have a warrant for his arrest. Taylor?

- Have you a key for this room?
- Downstairs.

- Jack Taylor?

This is outrageous!

Stand away, madam. Just go back downstairs.

Is this about the TV licence?

You haven't heard the end ofthis.
l know the Superintendent.

Jack Taylor?

Is your memory as bad as your manners,
Doherty?

You're under arrest.

You're not obliged to say anything
unless you wish to do so.

Anything you say will be taken down
and may be given in evidence.

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.

Fuck.

Where were you
between 1 am and 6am 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.

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.

l must've 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 eejit 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, hey, come on.

What happened to you, Jack?

Jesus, I did you a bloody big favour
by covering up Sutton's death.

And this is how you repay me?

By going off at the deep end?

l didn't kill him, Clancy.

Are you sure, Jack?

Are you absolutely 100 per cent sure?

Preliminary tests indicate
some of the blood 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, then.

Fancy sacrificing a fag, Doherty?

- Are you all right, O'Reilly?
- Yeah.

We need backup now!

Taylor's escaped.

Check the other side.

Where'd he go? Check at the back.

This is Doherty.
Taylor's escaped near the canal.

l need back up, now!

- No sign of him here.
- Get up to the road!

Shit!

All right, split up.
Jim, take Parkavara.

Noonan, take the New Road.

This is Jack.
Leave a message...if you must.

..fled from custody yesterday afternoon at
Main Street Garda Station in Galway City.

Taylor is wanted for the murder
of developer Timothy Caffrey,

whose body was found outside one of
his construction sites early yesterday morning.

l appeal to anyone with information of
Jack Taylor's whereabouts to come forward

or contact
Main Street Garda Station immediately.

- 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. l
want you to put all your efforts into catching him.

What if he's being set up?

Every avenue is being investigated but,
at present, the evidence points towards Taylor.

l know, sir, but...

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

No, of course not, sir.

Get to work!

Both of yous.

Mint?

Thank you for your concern, Noel. I'll be fine.

You sure?

- If there's anything you need... Anything.

Thank you.

Ann. Psst!

l had nothing to do with this, you know that.

Jesus, Ann.

What did you think you were doing?

Rescuing me by killing him?

l didn't kill him.

l 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.

l need your help.

Liam Farraher, aka Cody Farraher.

Age: 23. Address: 10 Fairview Heights.

Education: Sadly lacking.

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

Jesus, Jack. Are you OK?

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.

Right, Skip. Let's get you in.

You'd be harbouring a wanted man.

You didn't Kill Caffrey.

You seem more sure than I am.

Upstairs.

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

Sorry for the state of me.

Ah, go on. It takes one to know one.

Atkins diet.

He said he didn't want it.

Thanks.

Jack Taylor.

Once a guard, 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 favourite drink to your favourite colour.

His father died a few years back.

l never re-married.

A teenage boy needs someone to look up to.

l was hoping it would be someone nice,
like Daniel O'Donnell.

Hell, I'd have even settled for Bono.

But, no.

Mum!

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.

Mum!

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

The boy needs to see what sort of man you are,

what the job really is like.

It's the only way to cure these notions of his.

I'm going up.

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

The bed upstairs is much softer than the sofa.

Ah, the sofa's grand.

Bit of a cradle snatcher, isn't he, Jack the lad?

- Excuse me?
- I mean, fair play to both of yous for pulling it off.

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

What are you, ten, 15 years old?

Right, so I looked into O'Shea again. Nothing.

Then I check news archives for the places
where he worked the last few years.

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.

- Connected to O'Shea?
- No, but...

Suits ya.

Get on with it, Cody.

Three weeks after the disappearance,
O'Shea moves away.

l 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:
a 12-year-old girl disappeared.

Again, not far from where O'Shea lived.

Again, no connection to him at all,
but a month later, he moves away.

His boss 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.

l was posted in Donegal back then.

l check 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've 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.

- Yeah.
- Ted Buckley?

It's Jack. How's the form?

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 Quay Street and Cross
Street in an hour. Someone will pick you up.

Why stick your neck out?

If Buckley is responsible
for O'Shea's and Caffrey's deaths -

and I think that's almost a dead cert -

l need real evidence.

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.

Would you do up those laces?
My back is killing me!

You don't go out much, do you?

Finally, a friendly face.

l got to hand it to you, Buckley.

You've got me arse nailed.

What are you talking about?

Caffrey.

You figured you'd get 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. 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?

Cos I've 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.

l just want him off the streets.

Anyone comes, I'll ring once.

I'll wait around the back.

Go with him. Make sure he does it.

- But I thought that...
- I believe in you, son.

But I need to know I can trust you completely.

Don't let me down.

Ready to jive?

- What the fuck do you want?

Stay quiet or I'll get very cross.

- What do you want?
- From you? Nothing.

Francis Buckley, is it?

Yeah, I recognise you from the photo.

- Fuck off!
- What are you, 17...1 8?

- Why the hell are you mixed up in this?
- If you touch me, my dad will kill you.

Yeah?

You afraid of your dad?

- He pull you into this?
- Nobody pulled me in to 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 Bertie here?

Smash his hands?
That way he can never count his ill-gotten gains.

- Or the old favourite, kneecapping?
- Ah, please, no.

Why don't we go all the way?

It's up to you, Frankie.

Just say the word.

Just say the word. What'll it be?

Don't...

It's OK.

- I'm here to help you.

It's your dad. Put your hood on.

He must have got fed up waiting.

Now, Bertie...

..have you ever had your ears pierced?

- This is exactly the same.
- What's that?

- What the f...!

- Jesus Christ!
- Just the part you don't need. Come on.

- Fucking hell, man!
- Come on.

Let's go.

What's going on down there?

Liam, call the guards.

What are we waiting for?

Hey...I'll be in touch.

Let's go.

Cheers, Mike.

Taylor's description has gone out to bus
terminals, train stations, taxi drivers...

Every drunk from Eyre Sguare to Athenry
has been interviewed. Still nothing.

Are you sure there's not someone you're
forgetting? An old mate or work associate?

Jack works alone.

Every Sherlock has a Watson.

How very perceptive of you.

Yeah, well, I have my moments.

Yeah, not enough.

OK, so it was a 20-minute drive.

They circled two roundabouts to throw you off.

Then a country lane, judging by the branches
hitting the side of the car.

Then the castle, which was probably by the sea
cos you smelled seaweed, right?

Something like that.

Cody.

l want you to find a phone number.

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

Just the three of us, like the old days.

That's a great idea, honey.

- We'll talk about it this evening.
- OK.

- Frankie? School.
- I'll walk.

He's all right, 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.

l wanna see it again!

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

- Why not?
- Because you can't.

- That's no answer.
- Oi, Frankie!

- You go on home, Sal.
- Frankie, Dad said we should go together.

Just go on. I'll come later. Go on.

Hey, Mum.

Where's Sally?

What do you mean?

What time do you call this?

I told you to come home after the cinema.

- Yeah and l...
- Where's Sally?

- I sent her home.
- Where is she?

She was supposed to be home. She went...

What the fuck are you talking about?
Where is she?

- 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?

Where the fuck is she?

Oh, for fuck's sake!

Ted, calm down.

- She could have gone to a friend's.
- She was to come home with you!

We never saw her again.

The guards never arrested anyone.

She just vanished.

I shouldn't have let her...

She'd 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.

To 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,
that everything would be good again.

And O'Shea?

Come on, Frankie, I know about O'Shea.

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

If Mam found out what Dad and me did,
it'd kill her.

I've 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.

- Hello.
- Kate, can you talk?

Where are you?

The leader of the Pikemen
is called Ted Buckley.

His son's called Francis Buckley.
The boy knows how O'Shea and Caffrey died.

If that's the case, give yourself up.
We'll take it from there.

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, 4th floor, midnight.
Stay in your car, we'll find you.

Everyone in position?

Units two and three in position.

Unit four in position.

Unit five in position.

We go on Kate's signal.

One fecking peep before that
and you'll be flipping burgers in Supermacs.

What about this one here?

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

That's bog land, Cody, not the sea.

Come on, Frankie.

There he is.

Stay here.

Anything happens, get the hell out.

He's here.

Everything OK?

- Frankie, this is Kate Noonan.
- Hi, Frankie.

l just want you to know,
nobody's going to force you to do anything.

It's fucking freezing in here.

Here you go, sorry it's only lukewarm.

That's vile.

Kate...are we clear to go?

Jack hasn't told me much,
but you must have been through a lot.

l can handle it.

I'm sure you can handle it.

But is it what you want?

Kate, are we clear to go?

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.

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 in 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.

He does a check on O'Shea and finds
that he's been in Australia and in Germany -

at the exact same time
when two girls went missing...

..like Sally.

It could've been just a coincidence
but Dad had to know.

- Where is she?
- Where's who?

- What did you do with her?
- Please, I don't know what you're talking about!

Aargh!

No!

Then after that...

he couldn't stand the thought that he came
so close to finding out where Sally was...

..but 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.

Oh, no, Kate.

All units, move in, let's go.

We've to get out of here now!

Stop right there!

Cut them off on the stairwell.

Fuck it, let's keep going.

- Sorry. Lost them.
- Ah, fuck it!

Fan out.

Tony, call for backup. Where's Noonan?

Where the fuck is unit six?

Frankie!

Come here.

Dad.

l can't do this any more.

l 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.

l have to tell Mam.

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

- You can't keep lying to her!
- Would the truth make her feel any better?

No... I don't know.

Maybe I should never have
made you one of us.

Maybe you weren't ready.

- Come home, son.
- No!

No!

Why do 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!

Punishing some petty crooks
gives meaning to nothing!

All right.

No, no.

We'll end it.

Oh, no.

Oh, Jesus, no!

Jesus!

- Doherty!
- I'm out of here!

Call an ambulance now!

- Ted!
- Call an ambulance!

Will you cuff the bastard?

Jesus Christ, Ted! What have you done?

What had to be done.

Oh, Frankie! Frankie.

Oh, Christ!

Ted, come on!

Come on!

Stand aside.

Get rid of those people down 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.

- DS Kavanagh.
- What?

It had to be the Pikemen.
We just have to figure out where they are.

l 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 because
we picked the wrong one?

- What's that?
- Family crest of Knockshee castle.

Two crossed pikes.

Come on.

We can dump the body
in Lough Ross.

By the time they find him, biopsy traces
will 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.

Is that how you feel?

Righteous?

You have no idea how I feel.

Little bit sad. Little bit lonely.

No! Ted.

No traces!

She'd be proud of you.

All the good deeds you've done in her name.

Get on the plastic, Jack.

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

- Taylor!
- And that fire you feel inside of you.

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!

A righteous man, Ted!

Take the front door,
I'll take the back way.

What do we do, Ted?

Wait for the cavalry to arrive?

You'll get what - 15, 20 years?

That's not going to put out the fire inside you.

You want to put it out now?

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

- Jack!
- Get out of here!

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

- He doesn't deserve to live.
- Who decides that?

- You?
- Yeah! Yeah!

Now get out of here.

So you're one of them now, are you?
A Pikeman?

You're not, Jack.

Jack, no.

l know you.

You know nothing about me, Cody.

You won't shoot him, Jack.

Holy Mother of God.

Aaargh!

Dear Mam.
I've never written a letter before.

It feels strange.

l have 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?

What's with the mask, Taylor?

We'll finish this now.

Maybe if I had let Caffrey kill Dad,
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'd done, he looked at me,
and I swear he was proud of me,

like he used to be before Sally died.

But now it didn't mean anything to me.

l felt so bad that I wanted to die.

But then I thought of Sally
and I thought of you and I knew.

So, Mam, next time you see me,
l will probably be behind bars.

l 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, though.

Why would anybody want to kill Niall?

It's difficult to tell.

Maybe they thought he was someone else.

They made a mistake?

Yeah.

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.

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 her
when she said I could trust her.

First of all, you were a fugitive.

It was my duty to catch you.

Second of all, I tipped you off, didn't l?

I'm getting a drink.

She was defending your honour, Skipper.

- 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, private eye.

No, Barbra Streisand, monkey tamer.

Ah, no.
No, no, I'm pretty sure you're Jack Taylor.

Listen, a friend of mine needs to find somebody
and I told her you did that sort of thing.

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.

All right.

OK, I'll tell her.

Thanks. Cheers.

We're partners?

Seriously?

Ah, Jack.

- Thanks! I dunno what to say.
- Cody, I appreciate you saving my arse.

But do you want to flush away all your
hard-earned credibility on sentimental bollocks?

Sl�inte, Garda Noonan.