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(Siren wailing in distance)

(Lively chatter)

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(Siren in distance)

(Barking in distance)

(He pants and sniffs)

(Exhales)

(Exhales with relief)

What the fuck?

♪ Bang, bang, shot him dead

♪ I know what my baby did

♪ Bang, bang, make him crawl

♪ Let 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, wish him gone

♪ Told you I've a heart of stone

♪ Control, stone cold

♪ He stares at me,
"You'll regret this, fool"

♪ I said, "Baby...

♪ If I burn, you burn too"

♪ Control, stone cold

♪ You burn...
♪ If I burn...

♪ You burn too
♪ Control, stone cold

♪ You burn...
♪ If I burn...

♪ You burn too

(Car lock bleeps)

Ah! Little bollix!

(Doorbell)

- 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.

Is that a housewarming pressie?

Christ!

Not quite.
His name is John Willis.

That's all anyone
has been talking about lately.

They found traces
of Rohypnol in his body.

Last seen in a nightclub
with friends.

Security cameras
pick up anything?

Whoa-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.

John Willis dropped out
of school last year.

He started hanging out with
unsavoury individuals

with connections to
drug dealing,

punishment beatings,
prostitution.

Whelan's sure
this is a punishment killing.

Why are you not buying it?

It's not me.

It's John Willis's 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 is
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.

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's out of rehab.
- Oh, yeah, yeah.

- No, I was gonna visit but...
- Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Ah, feck it.

(Gulls cry)

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'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.

(Jack chuckles)

How are you, Jack?

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, but...

I'm gonna miss you, Jack.

I'll miss you too.

Hey...

Look after yourself, Cody.

Aye-aye, skip.

(Doorbell chimes)

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.

The Gardaí are following
a certain line of inquiry.

I gather you're not
satisfied with it.

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

Not at all.

So... what was John like?

(She sighs) 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.

I told you, Mary,
this was a mistake.

All he's here for is money
and he sees 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 toots outside)

Do you have Rory's number?

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.

I'm sorry about my husband.

Dan can't take it all in.

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 a 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.

Boston?

Emigrating. Jesus.
It won't be easy on them.

No, they'll be grand.

Yeah.

Right, here it is.
"Fatal car accident.

Pedestrian hit.
Name - Nora Mitchell."

"Mrs Mitchell grew up
in Galway City

but moved to Belfast
in her twenties.

She's survived by her husband,
Robert,

and their two children,
Seàn and Gail."

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.

If you think you can
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. It will find you.

Hear me?
It will fucking find you.

Shit.
Maybe Mammy Willis is wrong.

This is about Rory.

- Hey, honey. Good day?
- It is now.

Come here!
Good seeing you.

Thank you. Come here to me.

- Look at this.
- Oh, yeah, little girl.

- Hake in tempura.
- Yum!

- (Ringtone)
- Oh. My little girl.

Aisling speaking.

I see.

OK.

Thank you. Talk to you later.

- What was that about?
- Just work. Everything's fine.

Mummy. Mummy.

(Danielle chatters upstairs)

Rory.

Ais. Ais.

Ais.

(He sobs)

Come in.

- Do you want a drink of water?
- Yeah. Yeah, thanks.

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?
It looks like you did.

Well, she must be... two?

Look, Rory, I want to talk.

God knows there's so much,
but Gary will be home soon.

They killed John, Aisling.

It was the Mitchells, I'm sure.

They won't stop
until they find me.

No. It said on the news
that John was involved...

No. It needs to end, OK?

I made a mistake
and John paid for it.

Yeah, it was a mistake.

(Sighs) Look, I can't do this
without you, OK?

- (Car approaches)
- OK.

We'll meet tomorrow lunch-time
and talk.

No, I need an answer.
Will you help me?

- Yes, I will. I will.
- (Car door shuts)

- No more secrets.
- I will.

- (Front door closes)
- Ais! Ais!

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

- He's putting up the capital.
- (Glasses clinking)

This is gonna be
so great for us.

What is it?

I need to tell you something.

Rise and shine, Kate!
Get your arse in gear...

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.
- (Relaxing music plays)

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 her mother.

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

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

You saw that video
that Seàn posted.

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

they had anything to do
with John Willis's 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 realised that the fundamental
delusion of reality

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

Confucius.

Well, consider me confused.

(Priest conducting service)

PRIEST: 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 united one day...

(Priest continues in background)

Amen.

(Message alert)

Ah, Jack. (Speaks Irish)

(Replies in Irish)
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.

We can't have that.

Here, this will get you started.

God bless you, lovey.

What are you running for?

(Dog barks)

(Whispers) God.

(Button beeps)

(Car horn blares)

Jesus! You all right?
You sure you're OK?

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 OK.
- Go on. Get out of this rain.

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, eh?

Oh, I scare myself.

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.

- Seàn!
- You'll beg for mercy!

What are you doing, Dad?
Nobody will miss him.

That's enough.

Not here. Not now.

That's it, Seàn.

That's it.

Told you I was no good at this.

Kids, eh? You 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 clicks shut)

This is a chamomile-manuka
infusion.

Steadies the nerves.

Try it.

Thank you. It's nice.

That a Belfast accent?

Afraid so.

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.

Trying to convert me?

No. 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?

Oh, just back.
I was born down the road

but my parents moved to
Manchester when I was three.

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.

(They laugh)

(Message alert)

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.

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

you can find me at the Havana.

Thank you.

A private detective
has sniffed us out.

Gail! We have a situation.
We have to deal with it.

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 couldn't leave her on her own.

Right.

What did 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 staked out
John Willis's 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 present anything,
it's got to be foolproof.

- Not some half-arsed theory.
- Fuck's sake. Do something.

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

I've got a lump.

A what?

A... A lump.

On my left breast.

I had a biopsy today.

I'm waiting on results.

Christ.

Please don't mess with Darragh.

Kate, wait...

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

That private detective
is not stupid.

It won't be long before
the guards are onto 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.

We'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.

(She grunts)

(Bob roars)

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 gonna stay here
and do exactly as I say.

(He groans)

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Gail, he's gonna fucking die!

BOB: Help me!

Help me!

- Dad!
- (Bob moans)

Take these.

Rory will come.

Dad!

And he will be nailed
to the cross...

Call an ambulance!
Maybe we can save him!

And I will watch
every last second

of his agonising
descent into hell.

Gail!

Dad...

Dad?

Go back to the Willis house,
Seàn.

Rory will show.

Now, Seàn!

What the fuck
is wrong with you?

Go ahead, Seàn.

Mam is in the doorway
watching you.

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

Go.

(Door slams shut)

Rory Willis. He went missing
two years ago.

Willis? Is that the Willis
of Bohermore

or the Willis of the Claddagh?

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

The Willis 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!
- (Bottles clink)

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, Pàdraic.

(They chuckle)

Pinot Noir?

I didn't think you touched red.

I don't.

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.

- It's 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.

(Pounding dance music)

- (Music drowns speech)
- Hey, Gail!

- (Music drowns speech)
- Good to see you.

- Go on. Piss off. Yeah.
- Look, she's with me.

I said piss off!

I'm gonna take you for a drink.

(Man groans)

It's rude to push.

Is there gonna be a problem?

Good.

Let's go.

Do you come with a white horse?

Let me show you to the stables.

(Music and chatter)

- 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 OK. I...
I had a lot of support.

And... I found something
that helped me.

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.

I was in a pretty bad place
myself.

I was...
Well, I was in the slammer.

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

I was a different person
back then.

But... I would have died inside
if I'd 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.

(Music drowns speech)

(Laughter nearby)

(Groaning)

(Kicking and groaning)

We're closed.

Christy.

Oh, you poor fecker.

You must be Gail.

You must be the private eye.

I was just about to call
emergency services

- but your father is...
- 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.

Sshh.

What do you want, Taylor?

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 Seàn?

God punished Bob Mitchell.

- I'm sure God has 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, my 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 a cross.

What are you talking about?

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

- And that would be?
- More nails.

(Birdsong)

(Police radio chatter)

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.

(Phone rings)

Yeah?

Thanks for letting me know.
I'll be right over.

Please don't disturb him.
He's about to go into surgery.

Ah, Pàdraic,
who did this to you?

I... didn't... didn't...

- Take it easy.
- I...

I found him. Rory.
He... He's there.

The back of...
Cemetery Cross estate.

Boarded...

Boarded up house.

(Hinges creak)

(Creaking upstairs)

(Fly buzzes)

- Sir?
- OK, listen up.

Two crucifixions in two weeks.

A positive ID on this victim
is a priority.

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 gently)

Why didn't he come to us, Mary?

Why didn't Rory come home?

(He sobs)

(Phone rings)

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 any more.

It's over.

- No, it's not.
- Jack, we don't have

any evidence
against Gail and Seàn.

- Whelan will handle this now.
- We'll crack this

and make Whelan look like
the eejit he is.

Then he'll have to
take you back.

Come on.

Find out who she is. My guess is
she's Rory's old girlfriend.

Whelan's team will be putting
these same pieces together.

- Then get there before they do.
- I've just been suspended.

If Whelan finds out
I'm meddling, he'll fire me.

Make sure he doesn't find out.

Quit moaning
and get on with it, Noonan.

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

(She mouths)

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.

OK. I have to stop you
right there.

Gail and her brother, Seàn,
are involved in murder.

- I sensed she had issues.
- Issues?

She's a frigging psychopath.

Doesn't make her
less interesting.

What time were you together?

From about ten to midnight.
Why? Is Gail a suspect?

- Did something happen?
- Just stay away from Gail.

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

- I might get some information.
- You might 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.

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,

the game's not over yet.

Am I supposed to understand?

I'm talking about Rory Willis.

- What about him?
- Oh, that's good, Gail.

I found him this morning.
Crucified.

Like you and Seàn left him.

(She moans softly)

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, my girl,

if I do you,
it'll be on my own terms.

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

Darragh? Meet me in the Crane.

(She knocks gently)

- 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.

Maybe some other time.

It's about Rory Willis.

He was found murdered
this morning.

(Whispers) Oh, my God!

Come in.

How?

Crucified. Same as his brother.

(She 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 my life. (Sobs)

Come on. It's OK. It's OK.

Did he tell you
what his plans were?

No. Like I said, he'd changed.

There was stuff going on
in his head. I don't know.

Oh, if I'd gone to the guards,
he'd still be alive now.

That's nonsense and you know it.

Look, that's enough now.

(She sobs)

- It's possible she has DID.
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 Masters 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. You're right.
I'll pay her a visit.

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.

(Door knocker raps)

Hey. You all right?

I heard about your dad.
I came to offer my condolences.

You're very quiet.

Gail asked me to kill her.

(Phone rings)

Shit.

She wanted to die. Genuinely.

You said yourself
she was good at pretending.

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

Has Seàn been located?

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

No sign of Seàn.

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

Maybe Bob kept a certain balance
in the family.

Now there's a struggle going on
between Seàn and Gail.

Seàn 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.

Ah, 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?

Um, when Mum died,
I stopped living.

I just went through
the motions.

I tried hard to cope and...

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?

Yes.

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?

OK, 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 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.

(Message alert)

Everything OK?

All fine. Just...
nipping out for some fags.

(Message alert)

(Floorboards creak)

What is it, Mam?

Yes. Of course, you're right.

GAIL: Darragh?

Darragh?

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. Still slinging
stones in glass houses?

I've given up the dirty fags.

Oh, yeah?
How's that going for you?

Mighty! No craving at all so.
Not a bit of it.

It is a miracle.

(Groans) This fecking thing
gets smaller every week.

You sure
you're not getting bigger?

- What is it, Jack?
- Jesus wept!

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.

- 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'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!

- Seàn.
- Get out!

Get out!

- Get the fuck out!
- Seàn, why are you so upset?

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

You killed Dad!

You're gonna pay
for what you did.

I miss him, too.

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 OK.
I understand why you did it.

Don't forget,
the job's not finished.

There's still
Mary and Dan Willis.

There's something
I need to tell you.

Ssh, Seàn. It's OK.
You did well.

You did well.

(Knife pierces)

DARRAGH: Gail!

(Seàn splutters)

Jesus Christ!

Hold that there.
Look at me! Seàn!

Get up.

- He'll die.
- Move.

You just keep pressing down.
OK?

- As hard as you can.
- 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.

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

A Detective Inspector
showed up yesterday.

We told him that a Detective
Noonan had been here.

He said if Detective Noonan
ever showed up again,

not to answer any questions.

- 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's seat?

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

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, 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.

Ais, you don't need to talk
to these people. No!

- 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?
- (Danielle cries)

I'll get her.

Because that's
what Rory was like.

He loved me.

He said he wasn't gonna stand by
and do nothing

while my future
went up in flames.

When it came to the trial, he...

he realised 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.

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.

It might dilute the experience.

DAN: What? You think
we're afraid to die?

After everything
you've put us through?

Let me tell you,
we want to die.

I understand that, Dan.

Do you know why?

Cos I feel the same.

It's not the same!

Because Rory didn't kill
your mother on purpose!

Then why did he run?

- Only the guilty run.
- (Gas hissing)

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, Seàn.

There was something important
you wanted to say to Gail.

What was it?

I'll try.

Throw me the phone.

(Phone rings)

Yeah?

Shite. Are you OK?

Go to the Mitchells' house.

- Darragh's there.
- Darragh?

You can bollock me
out of it later. Go!

Aisling! I need your car!

I'll drive.

- (Gas hissing)
- (Coughing)

I bet you go to Sunday Mass,
Mary.

Mummy used to go every day.

We used to make fun of her,
Seàn 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.

Come on.

- Darragh!
- He's in there. Seàn.

Seàn? Seàn?

Seàn, stay with me. Seàn!

(Siren approaching)

Seàn, I'm gonna press, OK?

Stay with me, Seàn.
Look at me.

I'm gonna press hard, OK?
Ambulance is coming.

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 I was selfish

and I thought
it was gonna be OK.

- 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.

Mam?

Mam, come back.

Why didn't you tell me?

Why didn't you tell me?

(Sobbing in background)

You OK?

- I've been through worse.
- Three years in Belmarsh.

I bet you have.

Mary Willis?

We 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!

- (Doorbell)
- Yo!

(Door opens and closes)

- You come for second helpings?
- Gobshite.

Look, we've got a problem.

Whelan's been roasting
Gail and Seàn.

They admit to
John Willis's 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?
- No.

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... send any...

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.

You don't believe this?

The crucifixion
was an afterthought.

Well, thank you for dropping by
and enlightening us.

Come on, honey, let's just go.

Ais, come on.

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

I wonder if you'd 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 realised 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.

He said Danielle's 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... No!

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

(Music and lively chatter)

Good man, Christy!

Have that one on me!

- What's your poison?
- Carrot juice, actually.

You're a real bad ass,
aren't you?

Slàinte.

- I think I 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 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 freight trains.

Sure,
keep telling yourself that.

Hey.

- Well, it worked.
- What worked?

Two murders, two confessions.

I made the new Super look good
in front of the Dublin crowd.

- I'm back in the fold.
- Hallelujah!

Here's to you, Jack.

By the way, I got you
that housewarming pressie.

Housewarming... Oh! Yeah?

Come on. I'll show you.

This better be good.

OK. That was good.

I got the results.

It's malignant.

(He exhales)

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