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WHISTLING

Hello?

SINGING

Who's there?

HE SHOUTS OUT

# Bang, bang, shot him dead

# I don't 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

# Dead dead shot him dead
Dead dead shot him dead

# Bang, bang, make him crawl

# I told you I have
a heart of stone

# You say something
you'll regret this

# If I burn, you burn too

# You'll burn if I burn

# You burn too

♪ You burn too
If I burn you burn too. ♪

I have to go, love.

I'm in chambers at nine.

Lunch later?

I'll call you.

JINGLE

Mum... Dad...

Help!

David!

Argh! Ah!

SHE SCREAMS

David! David!

This is where the incision
will be made.

The operation will remove
all malignant tissue.

Recovery time ranges from four
to six weeks. Any questions?

Jack, anything you want
to ask the man?

Ah...

No.

Now, Miss Noonan,
as I've told you before,

only a double mastectomy will
prevent a possible reoccurrence.

I've decided against that.

In my experience,
most women who do not follow my
recommendations regret it later on.

I've made up my mind.

Yes, quite.

Until Saturday, then.

Thank you.

Thank you, doctor.

Next time show a little more respect
or I'll break your fucking femur.

You OK?

Try not to kill my consultant
until after the operation.

What do you mean? I like him.

Lovely pair of hands on him.

How about a stroll on the prom?

Don't you have an appointment?

It can wait.

Nah, you go. I'm just going
to go home and lie down.

I'll pick up pizza on the way back.

Jack Taylor. You rang?

You alone?

Just me and Harvey.

Harvey?

My invisible friend.

It's this way.

Sorry, I'm...

It's just, I don't know
what the fuck is going on.

First he disappears,
then the parcel. Then he...

Whoa. Whoa. From the top.

Right, OK.

Ronan Meyers.

I know Ronan. What about him?

He's my boyfriend. Fiance.

And they say romance is dead.

When we got out,
we started living together...

Got out from where? Prison?

No. It's called Correva Lake.

It's like a... I don't know, a
rehab place for fucked-up rich kids.

Is that what you are?

Probably still fucked-up.

But rich? Nah.

Anyway, when we got out,

Ronan got a part-time job
down at the petrol station.

I've been temping here and there.

A couple of days ago,
Ronan didn't come home from work.

You've called friends, family,
places he might be?

I figured he was on a bender,
fallen off the wagon or something.

If only he had been.

This morning,
this was outside the door.

Jaysus.

.

Any idea who might have sent it?

I wouldn't have fucking called you
if I did!

Why did you call me?

Ronan is...

I know you and him have a history.

And, well, he'll never
forgive you about the eye...

but he always says if I'm in trouble
that I should call you.

You're one of the few people
who actually gives a fuck.

Have you noticed anything
in the past couple of weeks

that struck you
in any way as unusual?

People you wouldn't
normally see hanging around.

Cars you don't recognise
parked in the street.

No, I don't think so.

I'll be right back.

MOTOR REVS

Who was that?

Go back inside,

lock the doors and I'll call you
as soon as I know anything.

Fuck that! You read the note.

I'm next!

The answer is no.

You haven't heard the question.

I have an exam next week
and I've got to deliver

a paper
on shared psychotic disorder.

You can do that
with your eyes closed.

I can do most things
with my eyes closed.

The answer is still no.

There's a girl outside your door.

Her name's Bethany.

She got her boyfriend's finger
in the post this morning.

She might be the next in line.

I need someone to look after her.

Sounds dangerous.

Afraid so.

Lethal, even.

Entirely possible.

All right.

You twisted my arm.

Bethany...this is Darragh,
your guardian angel.

Darragh, this is Bethany.
She's engaged.

I know.

I know he looks like
a self-important twat,

but Darragh will take
good care of you.

Just don't drink his tea.

Darjeeling?

Judge Meyers, I don't know
if you remember me...

Do you think I'd ever forget?

You are not welcome here.

Have you spoken to your son Ronan
recently?

That's none of your business.
Now leave.

Does this look familiar to you?

SHOUTING

Any ransom demands?

We received another e-mail.

250,000 to be put
in one of the bins

at the Eyre Square Shopping Centre
tomorrow afternoon.

250K.

Why did they send the finger
to Bethany and the footage to you?

Maybe because Ronan is closer
to that girl than he is to us.

How do you mean?

We haven't seen Ronan for a while.

After the swan killings,
we thought it best to find him

a place where
he could...gather his bearings.

Correva Lake?

That's right.

It's where he met Bethany.
Thankfully.

Do you have enemies? Anyone you can
imagine might have done this?

I'm a judge.

Making enemies is a job requirement.

And you've not gone
with this to the Guards?

No Guards or they'll kill him!

We just want Ronan back. We've
decided to hand over the money.

I see you have a delivery boy.

Hey, Juicy Fruit! Don't be shy.

You're not quite as stupid
as they say you are, Taylor.

Do you have a name
to go with the attitude?

His name's Mason. He's a private
investigator we hired from London.

It's all right.
I'll take it from here.

Thanks for your help and goodbye.

I'd like to be there for the drop.

That's not going to be possible.
Bethany has been threatened
with the same fate.

It's in both our interests
to find Ronan.

No! He's right.

Two is better than one.

Killer tie, 007.

That was a mistake.

How can you study like that?

I'd need two fizzy drinks and a bar
of chocolate just to open a book.

Discomfort focuses the mind,
sharpens the senses.

Do you have parents, friends?

Anyone you want to ring?

My parents are dead.

I have an uncle,
but he's a king-sized ass.

It's just Ronan. Just him.

Ronan and Jack have a history,
I gather.

Yeah. Ronan was killing
the swans in the Claddagh.

Jack Taylor stopped him and Ronan
wasn't too happy about that.

Later, when I met Ronan,

I don't know, it was like
two negatives make one positive.

You know?

Stand up.

Some simple silk reeling
will help calm the mind.

Piss off.

Just, just copy me.

First of all, a deep breath.

And now just watch my hand.

Yeah.

How can you do this?

After what Taylor did to Ronan?

I'm not losing another son, David.

I'm not.

Hello.

Hi.

Some red?

Oh, I thought you'd never ask!

You OK?

It turns out I'm not
as tough as I thought.

None of us are.

It's not about toughness.
It's about strength.

You have that, Kate.

What's for grub?

Well...

Hear of a place called Correva Lake?

Some sort of rehab centre
for rich kids near Gort.

I went to school with the guy who
runs it, Anthony Bradford-Hemple.

Ronan Meyers went there.
His girlfriend, too.

Maybe you can check it out
for me tomorrow.

You want me to do legwork for you
the day before my mastectomy?

It'll take your mind off things.

Easy on that now.

You're giving me advice
about drinking? Fuck off!

Here.

There's something
I've been meaning to ask you.

So long as it's not a proposal.

No, Kate, it's not a proposal!

Look, all this - the meal,
the flowers, the music,

I really appreciate it.

I sense a "but" there.

Well, it's not really you, is it?

Which part? The overcooked chicken?

The sappy trad music?

Look,
the problem is I know you too well.

You go your own way without
bothering to tell people.

You hold back when you should be
honest and you let people down.

OK, since we're going all Oprah
Winfrey on this, here's my take.

I'm knackered. You're drunk.
Doesn't make for good bedfellows.

I'll catch you later. Jack!

Bring it on.

How long were you on the force?

You done your research?

I think you flatter yourself.

You just got that look like
you're always about to reach

for your badge, but, oops,
it's not there any more.

Well, unlike you, Taylor, I'm
a fully-qualified investigator.

And I'm here to tell you you can
officially retire from this case.

Do I get a gold watch?

You're a funny guy, Jack.

So assholes keep telling me.

You're like some mangy alley cat.

The nine lives have gone,
but no-one's told the poor bastard.

Listen, you're rushing into this.

You got no backup,
there's no CCTV access.

As least if we covered this
together...

I've got micro-transmitters
on several of the bills.

I'll track 'em, I'll catch 'em.
I'll rescue the hostages.

Simple.

I can't just sit here
and do nothing.

Ronan's out there.

He's hurt. Maybe he's...

The hardest thing to do
is do nothing.

Is that supposed
to make me feel better?

No, but a little meditation might.

This is my meditation.

Come to Daddy!

Got the time?

What?

The time. What time is it?

It's just after...
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

You can come out now, Taylor!

Get the bag from the bin.

I'm wearing my best shirt.

Easy, easy.

Get the bag with the money
and empty it on the ground.

Don't get any ideas.

Now, light it up.

What?

You're a smoker.
You've got a lighter.

Set fire to the money.

This is 250K.
All you asked for, it's here.

Light. It. Up.

I'm not going to tell you again.

This is so wrong.

Shit!

You know what to do.

Blind date, huh?

Now what?

Come on!

Get in there!

Fuck!

Fuuuuck!

Who are you?

Fuck!

SCREAM; SLAMMING

Bethany!

They must've had a key or something.

And how did they know she was here
in the first place?

Jack's phone keeps going
to voicemail.

Something's happened.

Yeah, you're probably right.

You need these more than I do.

I'm fine.

Tell your super everything
that's happened.

Get a search going for Bethany.

I do have experience in this area,
Darragh, thank you.

Right, I'm off.

Where are we going?

You're staying out of this.

I'm already in, cousin.

Phone.

Bethany?

Are you OK?

Hey, why are you doing this?

Ah, you'll find out, Jack.

SHE CRIES

Come on, now. No! Please!

Leave her. No! Leave her!
Hold still.

You do this and I'll fucking
kill you, do you hear me?

No, please!
Take mine. Leave her alone.

Take mine!

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

Which hand do you drink with?

The one that shakes the least.

You're enjoying this, aren't you,
you little prick?

HE SCREAMS

Jesus!

Jesus, God!

Jesus!

How do you know the place?

The guy who runs it
is an old school friend.

He's certainly done well
for himself.

He was born into it.

Inherited the country pile and
wanted to give something back.

Rich kid helps rich kids.

Good to see you, Anthony.

Jesus, Kate Noonan!

Well, I heard you became a Guard.

You heard right.

Jaysus,
never would've thought that now.

Always thought you'd become
a Greenpeace activist

or a musician or something.

Yeah, your cousin
was quite the wild one in school.

What was your nickname again?
Oh, I don't know. It's been so long.

High Noon! You? High?

Yeah. So you've been running
this place for a while, Anthony?

Yeah, nearly ten years now.

Very simple philosophy.

There's no moralising,
no preaching, no analysing.

But if my clients want to talk,
I'm there to listen, you know.

And it works?

Yeah. I mean, it does.

Business is slow, you know.
Banks are on me back.

It's only a matter of time now
before this place is...

Well, you know how it goes.

So I'm looking for information about
two of your previous clients -

Ronan Meyers and Bethany Williams.

I'm sure you knew before
coming here that I'm bound
by client confidentiality.

Ronan and Bethany have been abducted

and we believe that
their lives may be in danger.

That's awful. So any information
that you might have,

it would be invaluable to us
in trying to find them.

Yeah, look, I really wish I could
help you, but, confidentiality,

it's the very foundation upon
which this place is built, Kate.

Betraying that would be
morally wrong.

What if your failure to help
results in Ronan and Bethany dying?

What moral can you draw from that?

Anthony, I'm not here
in a professional capacity.

Anything you say to me,
it'll go no further.

I'm sorry, I can't.

BEEPING

CRYING AND SHOUTING

Christ!

We're going to die here, aren't we?

I don't intend departing this life

with the stench of stale
cat's piss in my nostrils.

Did Ronan ever mention anybody that
might have held a grudge against him
or his parents?

Look, when Ronan first came here,

he had issues
with practically everyone.

He kept to himself.

The only person who managed
to ingratiate himself in any way

with him was this fella here, Jimmy.

Jimmy Bennett.

What did Ronan see in him?

I think Ronan admired him.

I think he admired his intelligence,
but he also felt sorry for him.

And Jimmy boy there,

Jimmy was just happy to have found
a friend, you know?

They were close? Oh, yeah.

Until Bethany arrived.
Now that was amazing to watch.

There was this instant connection
between her and Ronan.

Star-crossed lovers.

No exaggeration.

What did Jimmy do?

Well, he was the jilted lover,
wasn't he? And he was angry.

And in the end...

..just checked himself out of here.

Do you have an address
for Jimmy Bennett?

It's in here.

He's not there.

Are coppers supposed to carry that?

I'm on sick leave.

And right now, I'm just
a concerned citizen who heard

what sounded like a cry of help
from inside here.

Nice one, High Noon!

Swear to God, Darragh!

Nietzsche, Spinoza, Sun Tzu.

Hardly light reading.

Darragh, I found him.

That's Jack's place.
But where's the rest?

Are these live feeds? Shit!

They've got cameras everywhere.

Can you get a location?

I don't know what I'm looking for.

What did you do?

I don't know.

DOOR OPENING

We can take him.

No, no, we'll follow him.

Hurry up, for fuck's sake!

Jesus. You're all heart, girl.

Hold still.

Come here.

Come on.

Open up, this is an emergency!
Open up!

There's no-one here.

This way.

Over the wall.

Go, go, go, go!

Bethany!

Beth!

Beth.

Beth.

Bethan...

Beth.

Jack, it's me!

Oh, God!

SCREAMING

Leave her! Leave her!

Go, Darragh, go!

If you're in pain, Jack,
you should try some simple...

Darragh,
if you start any of your Zen shite,

I swear I'll rip your tongue out
and feed it to the swans.

Good to see you, Jack...
what's left of you.

Your sympathy's overwhelming, Ned.
What do you have?

Two lives are at stake.
We need to move fast.

What do you have?

We traced the motorcycle reg
to James Bennett.

He placed monitors
in several locations.

Bethany Williams' apartment,
Meyers' house, your place.

I think we can safely assume
that he's well-apprised
of all your moves.

What about the e-mail
we got off the laptop?

"Only by killing the weak
do we become strong.

"St Mark 1:45.

"Bine."

As far as I know, the gospel
of St Mark's has no such passage.

Headstone, however.

Found that in my apartment
last night.

Do you recognise any of these?

No, who are they?

This man, paralysed as a result
of a road traffic accident.

He was a well-known junkie,
she was a prostitute.

All three died accidentally
within the last two weeks.

Drowning, hit and run,
fell from a fifth-floor window.

In each case,
one of these was found nearby.

If Jimmy really was responsible
for those deaths, why kidnap us?

Why not kill us outright
like those poor souls?

I have a theory.

Jimmy Bennett had an interesting
collection of books.

Everything from Nietzsche to Hitler.

Most of which emphasise the need for
the strong to eliminate the weak.

Combine that with Jimmy's
high opinion of himself

and his tendency to blame others and
you've got the seeds of Headstone.

Each of these victims
could be considered physically
or morally weak.

Ronan and Bethany could be
considered mentally weak.

But Jimmy didn't kill them
straightaway

because he had personal issues
with them.

He wanted them to suffer.
Just like you.

Why burn the ransom money?

To make a point.

Headstone's agenda is ideological,
not financial.

Lovely theory, Darragh,

but it's not getting us any closer
to locating Ronan and Bethany.

Odds are both of them are dead.
Screw the odds!

Headstone have made two mistakes.

The first was setting
a pattern that we can trace.

And the other?

Not killing me
when they had the chance.

Thank you, sir.

Kate?

All the best tomorrow.

Darragh.

Find out more about the e-mail, St
Mark's 1:45 and the signature, Bine.

Kate, go back to
Anthony Dimple what's-his-name.

Anthony Bradford-Hemple.

Right. Find out more about Bennett -
friends, connections,

psychological profile.

And when you get the chance,
check out this fella Mason.

Who the hell is he?

And what are you going to do?
Kick back by the pool?

It's just a pathetic excuse for you
covering your own screw-up.

I don't know what 007
there told you,

but the kidnappers never intended
taking the money.

Your son was not taken for ransom.

He was taken to make an
ideological point and for revenge.

Revenge for what?

Listen.

I think Ronan and Bethany
are still alive. Now I suggest...

Thanks to you, we had a visit
from Superintendent Whelan

who now wants to know everything and
insists on monitoring the situation.

You have signed
Ronan's death warrant.

They took me.

I've gotten close to them
and I've paid the price.

You escaped to save yourself.

You left Bethany.
You didn't even look for Ronan.

He wasn't there.

How can you be sure?

Hey, Marlowe!

If we'd worked it together,
coordinated properly,

this wouldn't have happened.

I'm hearing you.

Right. Want to know what I saw?

A description of the person
who took me. All the gory details.

Maybe you were right. Pooling
our resources is the best option.

What are you bringing to the table?
More gizmos?

I got a notion
how to crack this nut.

And given your reputation,
I think you'll like it.

I'll think about it.

Yeah.

If you change your mind...

Now.

You should be at home resting,
you know, cos of your condition.

My condition?

Sorry, um...

After meeting you again
this morning,

I was talking to some
old school buddies, and...

Well, it is Galway and
I heard about your condition.

You can call it what it is.

I'm not going to start crying on ya.

Are you on chemo
or radiotherapy or...

Mastectomy.

Tomorrow afternoon.

What are you doing working here
in the middle of the night?

All right.

Well, tell me what you're
looking for and I'll print off
all the relevant files.

Thank you.

I got nothing.

On Anthony.

THEY MOAN

I'm so fucking petrified, Jack.

.

.

CRIES OUT

James Mason.

Formerly a DI with the Met.

A good detective by all accounts.
A couple of high-profile arrests.

However, in the last few years,

his behaviour became
increasingly erratic and violent.

Job got to him?

Yeah. I had a police psychologist
report e-mailed over.

Apparently, Mason was frustrated
with the amount of perpetrators

slipping through the net.

I quote:

"If we could do to the scum
what the Americans do in Guantanamo,

"then there'd be no crime
on the streets."

A regular Mandela.

Yeah.

Mason also expressed disgust
for victims, drug users,

people on the periphery
whom he accused of propping up

the whole system of crime.

Get rid of the users
and you get rid of the criminals.

The weak.

It doesn't have to mean anything.

Only one way to find out.

Get some spuds and bacon
into ya, Noonan!

Christ, of course.

Well, I'll be back in time
to take you to the hospital.

Oh, don't worry.
Darragh's going to come with me.

I'll be there before you go in.

What was it you were going to say
to me the other night?

I'll tell you later on.

Hi. Darragh?

Hey, I'll be right over.

No, I want you
to go to Jimmy's place.

Doorstep the neighbours.

I'm taking you to the hospital.

Finding Bethany and Ronan
is more important.

The Guards must've interviewed
the neighbours.

Yeah, they have, but sometimes
you only get something useful

the second or third time around.

Nah, bad idea, cousin.
I'm taking you to the hospital.

Jack will be there. I'll be grand.

Do this for me, Darragh. Please.

OK, but I need the car.

Hiya. Hi.

Sorry to bother you.

I was wondering
if you'd seen this guy.

Yeah, he comes here.

You a Guard or something?

Or something, yeah.

I was wondering if you'd, uh,

noticed anything about him
that was out of the ordinary?

No, that guy's always the same.

Buys cornflakes and milk,

sausages and frozen food.

And he buys a box of chocolates
on Saturdays.

Probably for his aunt
or his granny or something.

Why not a girlfriend?

Cos the other day,
he bought a birthday card
to go with the chocolates.

Said "Happy 75th."

And he also bought
one of those mugs.

Do you remember which name
he picked?

Yeah.

Sara, cos he asked if I had one
spelled "Sara" without the "H."

Hiya.

Any idea where Sara might live?

Uh, no, but he once said the chocs
make up for the garbage

they feed her, so she's probably
in a home.

Thanks.

You've been very helpful.

Hang on!

I thought you said her name
was Sara.

Saoirse's my name.
Number's on the back.

Uh, sorry.

Good afternoon.

Um, I was just looking for someone
and I wondered if you could help me.

Er, yes. She is, uh...

RINGING

What do you want, Taylor?

I want to discuss your offer.
About pooling resources.

Why the change of heart?

Something's come up.
Something only you can help with.

Really? There's a warehouse
by the fuel depot.

Hello, Mrs Bennett.

My name's Darragh Noonan.

I'm a friend of Jimmy's.

Oh, thank you.

Are the cows milking again?

Excuse me?

The cows. Are they milking?

After the thunderstorm?

Ah, yeah. Yeah, they are.

You're lying!

Mrs Bennett,
would you mind if I asked you

a few questions about your nephew?

Oh, why not!

Go ahead.

Uh, Jimmy comes to visit you...

Um...

And Jimmy's the only
visitor she gets?

Yeah, he's a lovely lad.

If there's any justice in the world,
she'll leave him the farm.

Farm? Yeah.

Sara used to run a farm.

She had great grazing land.

My da used to say that he'd not
much time for the Bennetts,

said they were too uppity
for farm folk.

But my mam... Do you know
where the farm is?

KNOCKING

Ah, fingerless Taylor.

What's with the gun?

Come on up.

Expecting trouble?

Don't worry. It's legal.

I like what you've done
with the place.

So, what's the story, Marlowe?

How many wackos are in Headstone?
Eh?

Thanks.

In the past two months,
there have been three deaths

linked to Headstone, among them
a drug user and a homeless person.

I thought, "That's funny.

"The very people
you've gone on record as saying

"are responsible
for society's ills."

That's priceless! You think I've got
something to do with all this?

You tell me. Or else what?
You'll beat a confession out of me?

Oh, with two lives at stake,

I'd beat a confession
out of a Carmelite nun.

Now you're talking
my sort of language.

Follow me.

I've got a question for you, too -
what's the common denominator

between Ronan, Bethany
and Jimmy Bennett?

How do you know about Bennett?

Same way your lady friend did.

You think Bradford-Hemple
is the common denominator?

That's a load of shite.

Really?

You checked him out?

Watch your head.

Yeah.

Anthony Bradford-Hemple who lost a
family fortune in the crash of 2008.

Since then he has barely been able
to keep things running.

He's sky-high in debt.

So is half the nation.
Where the fuck are you taking me?

Jimmy was under Anthony's
personal supervision.

They got to know
each other very well.

Did Anthony use Jimmy's hate for
Ronan and Bethany to his own gain?

It's a grand theory, 007, but why
burn the money you need so badly?

Maybe he knew there was
a tracer on it.

Maybe to show that he was serious.

And we'd better
do as he says next time.

New ransom demand came in
this morning.

One million.

Now wouldn't you at least
like to talk to Tony boy?

That's what I thought.

WHIMPERING

Have you completely
lost the run of yourself?

I knew you'd approve.

You're finished, Mason.

What if it's the only chance
to save Ronan and Bethany?

Huh?

Sign here.
We're almost ready for you.

You have no-one with you today?
I'll manage.

You're second in line this morning,
so it shouldn't be too long.

Who are you? What do you want?

Tony, I'm a fairly intense guy.

So when I ask you a question,
I want you to bear that in mind.

You lie to me once,

and you're fucking toast. Right?

Yes.

Did you and Jimmy Bennett conspire
to kidnap Ronan Meyers
and Bethany Williams?

What?
No! What are you talking about?

We don't want to hurt you, Anthony.

We just need you to clear up
a few things for us.

What was your personal opinion
of Ronan and Bethany?

They were clients.
I didn't form personal opinions.

Not even when they went to the
papers about the harsh treatment

they'd been receiving
at Correva Lake?

That wasn't true!

Why would they make it up?

I don't know. They were messed up.

That's why they were
at Correva Lake.

Leave him!

How would you describe
their personalities?

They were loners.

They both suffered
from traumatic experiences.

Bethany was in a car crash
that killed both her parents

and Ronan was left stranded
on a mountain while climbing

with his father and brother.
He was thought dead.

Can I have some water, please?

I don't think he's hiding anything.

And you're prepared to stake
the lives of two people
on a gut feeling?

My gut feeling is you should
be in that fucking chair.

I'm starting to like you, Marlowe.

Must be frustrating,
dealing with troubled kids.

Always staying calm,
never losing your temper.

It's what I'm trained to do.

It can't be pleasant to see
Correva Lake go down the drain.

That's how it goes, isn't it?
I have historical debts, so...

So...you roped in Jimmy Bennett,
whom you knew to be pliable.

Ah, this is insane!

Mason!

Jesus!

Fuck!

Ah, shite and onions!

Now. OK, Kate,
start counting from ten down.

Ten, nine, eight, seven...

OK, surgeon, we're ready.

I don't suppose there's any chance
of you keeping this under your hat?

Yeah, figured.

I'll see you both in court.

You're just going to let him
walk out of here? You're right.

Let's shoot him in the back of the
head and dump his body in the bog.

I'm coddin' ya.
Get out before I change my mind.

If he's involved and those kids die,
it's on your head.

Ah, Jaysus.

Hi.

Hi.

Shhh.

Fuck you!

Bethany, come on.

How are ya feeling?

Like 40 cats shat in my mouth.

Listen...

I'm sorry I didn't make it earlier.

Something came up.

Hey.

You know that thing I wanted to talk
to you about a couple of nights ago?

A little left over from the funds
that Mrs Bailey left me.

Enough for a down payment.

If you fancy a change?

There's no rush.

The deposit's refundable, so...

Have a think.

I already have.

How did it go with Mason?

Oh, Mason's just
your garden variety asshole.

He's not clever enough to concoct
something like this, but he, uh...

Something else happen?

No.

No, just a big waste of time.

In my bag, Anthony's files
on Ronan, Bethany and Jimmy.

I didn't finish going through them.
Might be something there.

Give me that! I'm freezing!

Hey, Ro, will you grab this?
Take your time. Don't worry.

We're not in a rush.

I think I'm going to see ye
at the top! Right.

And then when we're up there...

Ready? Right, give me that.

How do you take a photo on this, Da?

Ah, that's great.

Right,
are you sure you have the photo?

Climbing faces, please!

Bine.

Where are you going?

Just need to check up
on something with the Meyers.

Won't be long.

Tar ar ais.

Cinnte.

'Brenda, I told you.
One of us has to be here.'

I think you should
at least inform Mason.

No, this time we follow
instructions to the letter.

No more interference from anyone.

It doesn't feel right, David.
Why there? Why today?

I think Taylor may be right.

It's about something
other than money.

What? I don't know.

I don't think you should go.

David!

We've nothing to talk about.

Columbine.

Excuse me?

Columbine shootings
in America in '99.

Ronan had an obsession with them.

A few years ago, Ronan read
a lot about the Columbine killings,

about the boys who did it.

He was in a bad place back then,
as you know yourself.

This was around the time
he attacked the swans?

Yes.

When he was 18, Ronan was
mountain climbing with his father
and brother.

Got lost in a storm. Almost died.

That can change a person.

When Conor turned 16, the three of
them went down to County Kerry.

It was November.

The forecast wasn't great,
but David was confident

that they'd make it up and down
again before the storm hit.

But they didn't.

They were all tied together.

But in order to negotiate a crevasse
faster, David untied himself.

The weather was already turning.

Conor slipped and fell.

He took Ronan with him.

The storm was on them by now.

And David had a choice to make.

He could try and get them both up,

but that would take too much time,

and the full force of the storm
would strand them,
and they'd all die.

Or he could choose
one of them to save.

Christ.

There was no time to think.

David made his choice.

The younger one. The weaker one.

Conor.

He was able to pull him up
to safety, just.

He told Ronan he'd be back for him.

He told him to stay strong,

to hang in there.

I think I'm going to see ye
at the top!

And when we're up there...

Ready? Yeah. Give me that.

How do you take a photo on this,
Da?

When I saw Ronan walk down
through that pass, I thought...

I thought I had made
the right decision.

Now they're both gone.

We don't know that.

Ronan is not dead.

Ronan is not dead!

It was a miracle David and Conor
made it down at all.

David rang the emergency services.

As soon as the blizzard subsided,
the search got under way.

They found no trace of Ronan.

As they were getting ready
to pack it in,

Ronan came walking down
through a pass on his own.

He found shelter.

Was able to light his stove.

Those first few days...

he couldn't speak to his father
or his brother.

He blamed them.

Conor suffered for it.

Hated himself for having gotten them
into trouble in the first place.

Two years later, Conor...

..Conor took his own life.

Ronan never shed a tear.

And then two months later
came the swan killings.

I need to speak to your husband.

He's attending a function this
afternoon and he won't be back
until around four.

Thank you, Mrs Meyers,
for telling me.

This function you mentioned,
what is it?

We donated to a refurbishment
of a section of Conor's school,
St Mark's, in his memory.

St Mark's?

David put a lot of time and money
into it and didn't want to... 150K?

Yes.

And the ceremony
takes place at 1.45.

Whelan! St Mark's Secondary School.

Get an armed response unit
down there now!

Mason, turn it around!

Turn it around!

Come on!

What?

What?

Go, go!

APPLAUSE

Thank you all. Like you,
Conor was a transition-year student.

And like you, he loved football,
hurling, soccer, you name it.

He was constantly
pushing himself to do better,

to reach a new level of achievement.

Both my wife Brenda and I hope
that the Conor Meyers Sports Hall

acts as an inspiration to you all

and a reminder that
excellence comes from within.

Thank you.

Everybody, out!

Get down!

Get down! Get down!

Everyone, down!

Your phones. Come on, give me
your phones. Phones now.

Come on, hurry up.

Ronan? Hey, Da. That for me?

Stop this. You can't...

Shut the fuck up!

Shut up!

Everyone now, nice and calm. Yeah?

Dad, can I ask you
to move this way, please?

Move!

Stop.

Had your own finger cut off,
you just shot a guy, for what?

To make your dad suffer?

It's rude to stare.

You know full well how sorry I am
about what happened.

More sorry than you can imagine.

He needs help!

He's going to die!

Well, help him, then!

I suffer every day because
of what happened to you, Ronan.

Get the fuck back!

Because of what happened to Conor.

Isn't that punishment enough?

No.

This is between you and me, Ronan.
No-one else.

You know what? You're right, Dad.

This is between you and me.

So, you know what? Let's really
make it about you and me.

What are you doing?

Jesus Christ, Ronan.
What the fuck are you doing?

It has to be like this.

Ronan, no.

Trust me.

Now take him down there
and watch him closely.

Ladies and gentlemen,
court is now in session.

The Honourable Judge David Meyers
will be presented with a choice.

If the judge presses the red button,

I, his only remaining son,
will be blown to bits.

If he presses the green button,
Judge David will self-destruct.

If the counter runs to zero
and the judge does nothing,

then both explosives
will be triggered.

Ay!

What the fuck is he doing?

He's going to get you all killed.

If you hate me that much...
why don't you just kill me?

It's in your hands now, Dad.

So the question is -
can the Honourable Judge Meyers

sacrifice himself for his only
fucking remaining son?

Ronan, please.

Bethany.

Fucking hell, Beth!

You and me for ever?

For ever.

Ronan, I'm begging you!

I love you, Ronan.

Forgive me, son.

Jesus!

ALARM

Are you crazy?

You're fucking crazy!

Jimmy!

Grab the money, get the van ready.

You left me to die on that mountain
because you thought saving me
would get you killed.

It's good seeing you, Dad.

Let's go.

Hey, I didn't think
you were going to make it, Jack.

I didn't know I was invited.

Oh, what?
With all those clues I left ya?

This is what it's all about.

Revenge against your dad
for leaving you up that mountain.

Revenge against me for what?

Taking your eye?

Hey, the finger hurt, didn't it?

But I bet it hurt even more when
you thought you'd failed Bethany.

What do you want? A pat on the back?

A pat on the back!

Sure, I had you dancing
this way and that!

Sure, it never even occurred to you
that the eejit Ronan Meyers

could fuck with your mind like that.
All on my own.

You didn't do it on your own.

Oh, true. True.
Didn't do it on my own.

Each one of us killed
a weakling with our own hands.

Each one of us saw their fear
and felt the power.

Life and death.

You can't imagine how strong
those killings made us, Jack.

They bonded us. They made us a unit.

It made Headstone real.

In that case, I'm very sorry, Ronan.
Sorry for what, Jack?

For taking my eye?

Sorry I didn't take both.

Cover me, Bethany.

A finger for a finger.

An eye for an eye.

Go on your knees.

On your fuckin' knees.

It'll hurt.

It'll hurt a lot.

I know it will, Ronan.

SIRENS

No!

Up! Hands up! Put your hands up!

Don't you fucking move!

SHE CRIES

I'm scared.

No. No!

I'm not even going to ask
how the hell you ended up here.

But you did all right.

All right? I got taken in.
Hook, line and sinker.

We all did.

I didn't think Bethany
could be capable of all this.

She heard the music.

Music?

Those who were seen dancing
were thought to be insane by those
who could not hear the music.

Nietzsche.

Get well, Kate, and, sure,
talk to you soon.

So, what did Lord Dimple want?

He heard about the operation.

He just wanted to pay me a visit
like old friends do.

Right.

Nothing else?

What else would there be?

What?

Is this what you've come down to?

It wasn't what you think.

Then why didn't you tell me?

Come on! You were fresh from an
operation. I'm not going to start...

Not going to what, Jack? Be honest?

Trust me?

Stop it! It was Mason.

It had nothing to do with me.

Of course, you were just
the innocent bystander.

I thought two lives were at stake.

I had to make a decision.
Based on what evidence?

This is bollocks.

Either you trust me or you don't.

How are you?

I am very good! How are you?

Jack, heard you lost a finger.

Lost more than that.

The Lord giveth
and the Lord taketh away.

Do you not have an altar boy
to grope or something?

I'll buy you a drop of the craythur?

The last and only time
you bought me a drink

was at your mother's wake,
God rest her soul.

I doubt very much she's resting.

Can you not show some respect
to the person that brought you
into this world?

The person who nurtured
and reared you.

Reared me? She didn't rear me.

I was kept at room temperature
like Fruitfield jam.

You're the very devil, Jack.

Amen to that.

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