All language subtitles for jalor Purg

Nick!

What's the craic?
Jeez, lads.

Almost out of nappies,
still messing around on the boards.

You're the ex-champ.
Come on, show us some moves.

Fuck that! I told you, Fij.
Nick can't do shit any more.

Go on, Nick!

GUNSHOT

# Bang, bang, shot him dead

# I know what my baby did

# Bang, bang, make him crawl

# Light him up and watch him fall

# Watching him fall

# Bang, bang, shot him dead

# Play it back inside my head

# Shot him dead

# Bang, bang, wish you won't

# I told you I have a heart of stone

# Heart of stone

# Who says I'm real? You'll say
something you'll regret, baby

# If I burn, you'll burn too

# You'll burn if I burn

# You'll burn too

# Heart of stone

# You'll burn if I burn

♪ You'll burn too. ♪

Nice guy, Anthony.
Kate really likes him.

Good for Kate. And I can see why.
He had this dinner all planned out

for the two of them but when I
turned up, he insisted I join them.

Would not take no for an answer.
Lucky you.

You told me he was a right twat but
he's charming, intelligent, funny.

Kate really likes him.
I think you mentioned that already.

Look, he let you off the hook
when he could have

pressed charges for kidnap
and torture. Yeah, no balls.

Maybe Kate likes them like that.
Maybe you should stop talking.

Jack, you need to sink your
chi down to your dan tien.

Speak human.

Take a deep breath.

STATIC

# LOUD ROCK MUSIC PLAYS

Don't see neither one of you boys
in a wheelchair. That count?

I'm Kelly. Head of security.

Security? Out here in the boonies?

Against what? Thieving crows.

The Indians aren't always
outside the fort. Indians?

Are you the marshal in town, so?

That's right.
And if you're carrying,

I'd ask that you leave
your hardware at the door.

I never carry a weapon.
Really?

I heard you had a sharp tongue.
Which is handy for cutting through

bullshit but hardly
a cause for a strip search.

This way, gentlemen.

Nick was an intern here.
His loss was a big shock.

We are the sixth biggest games
software provider in the world.

And you chose to set up your HQ here

out in the middle of nowhere
because of the tax breaks.

Tax breaks,
highly qualified workforce.

But mostly because Farrell's family
hails from the west of Ireland.

He wants to give back
to the community. A noble soul.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Ha-hey! Jack Taylor. Oh!

A true Galway legend.
I feel honoured. You'll get over it.

I heard about that finger.
Man, that must have hurt like hell.

Ruined my whole day. I understand
there's been a death in the company.

Yeah. Nick Egan. Poor kid.

And you want me to look into it?
If there's a connection, yeah?

A connection to what?

Listen, guys, before we continue, I
need you to sign a little something.

A non-disclosure agreement.

If you mention anything
outside this office,

we'll come after your ass.
Now, there's a thought.

Right! So, you know what
virtual reality is, yeah?

Good to have you back, Kate.
It's good to be back. Any progress?

No. For a murder
committed in broad daylight

in front of multiple witnesses...

Are you, er,... Are you doing OK?

I wouldn't be here if I wasn't,
would I?

Right. Sorry, yeah, of course.

Thanks for asking.
Hm!

Right so, um, here at FSD,
we have been developing

state-of-the-art
virtual-reality gear.

Now, at the same time,
we have also created

the next-generation VR game.
It's deeply integrated, full source.

Oh!

Oh, man!

What? A sword, eh?
"Press the button."

All right. I'll press the button.

"Purgatory!"

# LOUD HEAVY METAL MUSIC / SHRIEKS

LOUD RUMBLING / ROARS

Fuck me!

"Rrraarrrggghhh!"
Fuck!

Hyah!
"Argh!"

Ugh!

Delightful. Where's the problem?

Kelly, can you send
over the profiles, please?

"Sure."
Right, so...

You got Alan, you got Debbie.

In the centre, you got Debbie's
younger sister, Skyler.

They created and designed
the prototype for the game.

"Six days ago, it was copied."
You must have copy safeguards?

Yeah, the best.
Which is why only the best

can possibly be responsible
for making the copy.

You think one of them did it? "No-one
else had the access or the ability."

And Nick, how did he fit in?
Nick Egan was an intern.

His job was to assist the three of
them. His murder must be connected.

That's for you to find out. Now,

our intel tells us the competition
doesn't have the prototype.

Yet, it's still out there.

"Most likely smuggled out of
the building on one of these."

Now, none of the three suspects
know that I know.

These kids, filthy rich
computer prodigies.

As far as I'm concerned,
they're aliens.

I couldn't get within
spitting distance

without all sorts of alarms
going off. No, but I could.

So, you understand programming,
right? Yeah, I know a fair bit.

The Three Musketeers aren't stupid.

If you screw something up,
they'll be all over you.

Better give him some pointers, so.

We got one on the inside,
one on the outside.

Yeah, we'll try it.
Follow me.

If our shareholders get one whiff
of the prototype being stolen,

it is going to wipe us out.
Wipe me out.

Have their homes been searched?
Of course, twice

and Nick's, with detectives. Nada.

Why me?
I want this handled discreetly.

And I want somebody
who gets results.

Somebody with people skills.

And, besides,
I can relate to you, brother.

You've got that, that...

Boom! ..thing, you know?

Not really.

You and me.

Two of a kind.

Yeah, separated at birth.

Hi, I'm Darragh, the new intern.

Er, I've been told
to assist you guys.

I'm pretty good at greebling,

er, if you need any of that doing.

Skyler?

I'm Darragh, the new intern.
Lovely to meet you, Darragh.

A skinny double latte?
Oh, shit! Sorry.

First-day nerves.
Don't worry about it.

Oh, um, Darragh, um,

I'm organising a get-together
tonight in memory of Nick,

the guy who...
I know. Yeah, I'll be there.

Great.

"I fled him down
the nights and down the days.

"I fled him down
the arches of the years.

"I fled him down the... lab...
labyrinthine ways of my own mind

"and in the midst of tears."

You read this crap?

You broke into my apartment
to discuss poetry?

I hear you went to see Galway's
very own software millionaire.

Shouldn't you be in prison?

Yeah. The case is due
a judgement in a week.

Kidnap and torture carries
a three-year mandatory.

It's a long time when you break
it up into hours. Fuck it, Jack!

If I go in, it's the end.
I need you to get Anthony Hemple

to drop the charges against me.
Do I look like a miracle worker?

Well, he did it for you!
His idea, not mine.

I can't go in.

I need cash, fast,
and then to piss the hell off.

Ah!

You want in on the
Farrell gig with me.

I have what you don't have.

Technical know-how.

You're a piece of work,
Mason, I'll give you that.

You're also a prize arsehole.

Now, get the fuck out!

You needed me before.

You'll need me again.

Thanks. You shouldn't have.

How was your first day back?

It was grand.

And would you fancy
going out for a bite to eat?

Thanks, but I'm not really
looking for company tonight.

You never really are these days.
Is that supposed to mean something?

No. Not at all.

TELEVISION IN BACKGROUND

BEEPING
Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Fuck, fuck! Fuck!

Fuck!

Oh, God!

All right, Kate.
You're not going to like this

but I think it's time you
faced up to some hard facts.

What facts?

You're a... You're a useless cook!

THEY LAUGH

Come on. I'm going to take you out.
No, I'm not in the mood.

Come on, now, High Noon.
Get your glad rags on.

SIREN BLARES

# Empty cries fill the silence

# Vacant stares fill the mood

# Your voice echoing around me

# It's like I'm living in a dream

# It's a nightmare
when you're not there

# The demons can defy

# It's a nightmare, it's a nightmare

♪ It's a nightmare. ♪
That was for Nick.

Of all the gin joints...

Another shot.

I want a Coke on the tab, please.

You've got that look.

Sorry?
Your face.

You've got that look like your heart

has been trampled on ten times
over and then set on fire.

Are you speaking from experience?
Every time I look in the mirror.

Bet my sob story beats yours.

Probably.

I'm Jack.

Skyler. So, what do you do, Jack?
I don't mostly.

Nice.
Nah, the pay's lousy.

Ah, money messes everything up. I'll
have to take your word for that.

Can I buy you a drink, Jack?

Sure. As long as it's uisce beatha.

I've got you pegged, Jack.

Do you now? That coat, the scruffy
look, the sarky comebacks.

That's your armour.
Why would I need armour?

To make sure nothing gets at you.
In that case, it's not working.

Is that a compliment or something?
Or something.

Jack?
Hey!

Kate. It's been a while. I hear
you're back on the job. That's great.

Didn't think this
was your kind of place.

Is it yours?

Tastes change.
Not always for the better.

Speak for yourself.

Jack, I'm bored. Let's go.

Come on, let's go!

Did I overplay that?
You were pitch perfect.

That was her, wasn't it?
Her who?

The reason for your
sour puss earlier.

You don't miss much, do you?
No. What's her name?

Kate. Oh, you like saying it!
HE LAUGHS

# MUSIC PLAYS

DIALOGUE MUTED

Why do you keep following me?
You did a bad thing, Alan.

How do you know my name?
All you've got to do, Alan,

is return what you took with
interest. You've got the wrong guy.

He hasn't done anything. There you
are! Everybody's waiting for you.

Fuck off, wankshaft!

Ugh!

If you spill, you pay.

Argh! Ugh!

Argh! Come on, lads,
pints are getting flat. Argh!

Argh! Ugh!

Argh! Argh! Ugh!

Ugh! Argh!

Argh! Argh!

Drinks?

Argh! Argh!

Argh!

Ugh-argh!

CUP RATTLES

TEA POURS

Tea's ready.

Something tells me you could afford
fancier digs than this. Sure.

MIAOWS

But, um, it keeps
my feet on the ground.

Yeah. You know, it's easy to get
confused when you have money.

PHONE RINGS

Is that the reason
for your sour puss?

Nah, it's nothing. Just life.

Right.

Have you ever been...?

Between a rock and a hard place
doesn't even begin to describe it.

Oh, it's where I live.

SHE LAUGHS

Everything starts out so simple,
you know. Black and white.

And then, step by step,
without you noticing it,

it becomes more complicated until
you're involved in something that...

I just want to do the right thing.

But if I do,
I end up hurting those I love.

And yet, do I even still love them
any more after what they've done?

Jesus! Er...

Listen to me. I... Please
ignore that rambling nonsense.

Well, if you want to know
if something is morally right,

listen to your stomach.

Stomach? If it sits like
broken glass, then it's wrong.

Does that work for you?
It worked for Hemingway.

Yeah. Knowing what's right
won't make it any easier to do.

It'll make it harder.

LAUGHTER

Wow! Nice place.

BOTTLES CLINK

Thanks for the rescue, Jackie Chan.
Mm-hm!

Some fancy moves you've got there.
Who were those lads?

Fucked if I know.

They've been following me for
the last couple of days. Freaky.

Tell the Guards?
No, but I will now.

So, what's your background, Darragh?

I did a stint as a programmer
for a small outfit in London

but this is the biggest gig
I've had. It is an honour

to be working with such unique
talents as yourselves and Skyler.

Skyler's unique all right.
A unique pain in the hole.

Alan!
What?

We wouldn't be in this mess if it
wasn't for her. You know that!

Shut up!

Nice to have met you, Skyler.

Hey!

So whatever happened
between you and your girl,

you've got something there,
so don't let it go.

Thanks for the tea.

What? Fucking...!

Argh! Jesus! Argh!

Ugh! Argh!

Would it have killed you
to knock on the bloody window?!

I'm warning you, Mason.
I'm facing prison. I'm broke.

What the fuck can you do to me?!

Things can always get worse.

Fuck!

I don't get it. Why?
I'm a finder not a snitch.

I guess you haven't heard, Jack.

Heard what?
People don't usually say no to me.

Welcome to the real world.

What have you found out?
Nothing.

You spent the evening with Skyler.

Your detective's nose
must have detected something.

No.

Come on.

Skyler's a sweet girl.
Charming, innocent.

You like her, don't you?

If that's all.
You think it's Skyler.

That's the reason you're
not taking this on, right?

Put some shoes on, for fuck's sake.

Go raibh maith agat.

Slan.
Slan.

You're about to ruin my day,
aren't you?

How long had you been seeing her?

I wasn't seeing her.
Were you sleeping with her?

Wouldn't you like to know?
We can do this down at the station.

Grand, so arrest me.

Darragh filled me in
on your job for Farrell.

Cheers, Judas.

You tell me what you found out
during your night with Skyler

and I'll fill you in
on the details of her death.

Cause of death?

Head trauma. Rock or brick possibly.

We're dredging the canal.
Her phone? Hasn't been located.

You liked her.
I did, but not in the way you think.

She was getting over someone,
someone who meant a lot to her.

From the way she spoke,
Skyler may have copied the game

and Farrell may have
killed her for it.

A man like Farrell will never have
anything connecting him to a crime.

Nobody is untouchable.

How did you get on
with Alan and Debbie?

Alan has some
hired muscle after him.

It sounded like they were
looking for money he had stolen.

Go back to them. Find out
who it was that Skyler was seeing.

What about the Nick Egan case?

Shot from a distance.
Car most likely.

Any connection to Skyler's death
or the stolen game? Not so far.

There's one other thing.

Six years ago, somebody currently
working for FS Development

was implicated in a murder.
Who?

DOOR OPENS

Didn't expect to see your face
around here any time soon.

I'm sure you've heard the news.
Yes. Poor Skyler. A tragedy.

For head of security, you don't
offer your employees much of it.

I like you, Taylor.

You wear your heart on your sleeve.
Makes for an easy target.

Clayton Frederick Johnson.
Ring any bells?

Sure.

Heavenly bells.

Six years ago, the body of
your husband, Clayton Johnson,

was found in a motel room
in Galveston, Texas,

a bullet lodged in his chest.
The PD brought charges against you.

They were dropped.
They were.

Because one Tom Farrell
gave you an alibi.

Claimed you were with him,
making love.

And how is this
relevant to anything?

I don't know yet.
I'm looking into it.

And what are you seeing? I'm seeing
someone who didn't take care

putting on their
make-up this morning.

Someone who hasn't slept much lately.

Chronic insomnia.
Or guilty conscience.

SHE LAUGHS

You're going to need a much bigger
looking glass to find that.

This is not a fucking joke. A young
woman has been brutally murdered.

I'm not stopping until
I find out who did it.

Good luck with that.

I'm impressed, Jack.

You throw my money back in my face
and now you harass my wife.

You make enemies fast.

I haven't even started yet.

I'm not sure I appreciate that tone.

Then have me thrown out.

I think I can handle you.

Oh, I'm sure you could.

HE LAUGHS

Oh, Jesus Christ! I like you, Jack.
I really fucking do.

I know what we're going to do.

Ah-ha!
How are you doing back there?

Sitting pretty!

Woo-hoo!
Where are we going?

You're going to love it.

# HEAVY METAL MUSIC PLAYS

You keep the change, darling.

This is life.

Real life.

It's real all right.
Not much of a life.

Now, Jack, buddy, listen up.

All I care about is recovering
this copy of the game.

Why the hell would I want
to involve myself in murder?

So tell me about
Kelly's first husband.

A few years ago,

the company was booming.

I had more money than I'd ever had

but I felt this hole inside of me.

On an impulse,
I bought this old Harley.

Did a runner, told nobody.

I just rode off
into the wild blue yonder.

I just rode off
Easy Rider, eh?

Except it wasn't doing it for me.

I just kept sinking deeper.

Got into scrapes, drank too much.

I'm in Galveston, Texas,

and I'm in this bar
and I notice this girl.

And she's different.
She's... She's hot

but her eyes, oh,
they are doing all the work.

She is scanning the place.

And she settles on me.

It was like
she decided to choose me.

I kid you not.
Taylor, it was unnerving.

A couple of hours later, we're in
bed banging each other's brains out

and, boom, the door busts open.

And there he is. Clayton Frederick,
the hubby she's running away from.

And he's fucking rip-shitting.
He's aching for blood.

And Kelly...

She puts her hand in the drawer,
she pulls out a .38.

Boom! One bullet.
He goes down. Gone.

Just like that. And I'm like,
"What the..! What?"

And she turns to me and she says,...

.."Honey, you got a choice here.

"Are you with me, or against me?"

So, what did you do?

I married her. Of course!

HE LAUGHS

It's me. It's Darragh.

I'm so sorry.

They want me to come in.

Who does?

The Guards.

They want me to ident...

..identify her.

I can't do that. I can't.

SHE CRIES

You need someone with you.
Where's Alan?

Don't mention that fucker's name!

SHE RINGS BELL

Mr Egan, I'm Detective Noonan.

I'm sorry to hear about Nick.

I was wondering
if I could have a word.

You paint these yourself?

Aine, my wife, it was her hobby.

Can't say I thought
much of it when she was alive.

Now...

..she'd laugh thinking of me
taking up where she left off.

Keeps me busy.

Has there been progress?
Have you made an arrest?

We're following
several lines of inquiry.

Mm! Meaning you don't have a clue.

Meaning we're doing all we can.

So did I.

I did my best taking care of Nick.

Wasn't very good, though, was I?

Mr Egan, did Nick ever talk to you

about a co-worker
named Skyler Garvey?

Oh, Nick never talked about
his work. I mean, even if he did,

I wouldn't have understood
any of that computer malarkey.

Did you notice anything
out of the ordinary

in Nick's behaviour
in the last couple of weeks?

No.

Mind you, well, there was one
night a few days before he died.

He came home late from work.

He said he'd made it.
He said we'd be rich.

Do you know what he meant by that?
No, I mean, me and Nick,

we were close but, er...

Ah, we didn't talk much.

Would he have spoken
to his friends about it?

Don't know. Maybe.

Do you know where
I might be able to find them?

What do you mean? Did Nick ever say
anything about striking it rich?

No.
No.

Did he like working at FS?

I don't know.

He loved it. For gamers like us,
a gig at FS is like the Holy Grail.

How did he land the Holy Grail?

He met a girl in the pub one night.
Skyler. She was nice. I liked her.

She helped him get a foot in the
door and he thought he had it made.

He didn't realise
what bastards they were.

Come on, we got to get going.
What do you mean "bastards"?

Nick was always trying to impress,
so he'd talk to anyone who'd listen

about all his great ideas for
his game designs. Bad move.

Why?
They stole his designs. Pricks!

Shut up!
Who did? Skyler?

Come on!

Oh, she is wild.
She's dangerous, unpredictable.

Kelly... I... She...

I never knew what was going
to happen when she was around.

She...

..made me feel alive.
Like nothing else. Still does.

So, to make your mundane
millionaire life a bit more exciting,

you married a murderer
and made her your head of security.

Mm-hm!

Oh, you make that sound
like it's a bad thing.

She takes care of loose ends for you.
Oh, sure.

Anybody gets in my fucking way...
Pow! Pow!

Skyler was a threat to the future
of everything you built.

Handy to have Kelly
around for the dirty work.

Oh! Ugh!

Jack.

Jack, I like you, I do.

You leave my wife out of this.

Or else what?

You do not want to know.

Hey, buddy!

What happened between you and Alan?

A few days ago,
I noticed telltale signs

that the game prototype
had been copied.

It's not supposed to be possible.

Only myself, Skyler
and Alan have the know-how.

Skyler...

..she said she had nothing
to do with it but...

..I know her better than anyone.

And Alan, he wanted it for himself.
Sell it for millions.

No, are you crazy?

Alan wanted Skyler to go to Farrell
with the copy, admit everything.

He was scared shitless
of Farrell finding out,

that he'd tarnish us all with
the same brush. And sack you all.

He could make sure none of us ever
work in the games industry again.

But Skyler refused to give it back.

Last night, Alan went to see her.

He was drunk. Furious.

Promised to tear her place
apart to find the copy.

I thought it was just hot air
but then he never came back.

You prick!

Murderer! I'll kill you!

Easy! Easy now, Debbie! Easy!

Nick's a games whiz.

Befriends Skyler. She's nice.
Helps him get an internship.

Nick's trying to impress. He pitches
his ideas all over the place.

Thinks they'll make him rich.
But somebody steals them.

How? And who?

Skyler? Was Nick her lover?

But then he finds out that
she's stolen all his ideas.

He freaks. He wants to blow the
whistle on her. She has to kill him.

Skyler was not a murderer.

What about Nick's mates? He'd made
it big by getting a job at FS.

Left his fellow gamer geeks in
the dust. Detect any jealousy there?

Jealousy, no. Loyalty, yes.

Mm! Feels good.
What does?

You talking to me
instead of breaking my balls.

Oh, by the way, I still have these.

Oh, well, you... keep them.

Knock, knock.
You must be Mrs Farrell.

I'm Detect... Detective Noonan.
Am I interrupting something?

No. Not any more, you're not.

I don't believe you.
Debbie, I swear.

Skyler wasn't there
and when I came back here,

those feckers from the pub
were staking out the place.

You always hated her because
she was twice as talented as you.

That doesn't mean that I killed her.
THUD AND CRASH

THUD

Darragh?!

No, wait.

Fuck!

I can see why Skyler liked you.

How do you know she liked me?

You spent the evening with her.

All we did was talk.

About what?

What are you fishing for, Kelly?

See anything you like?

Oh, I wouldn't dare.

You don't strike me as the shy,
retiring type.

Your husband told me how you met.
Dramatic.

He likes to make me into some kind
of white-trash, femme-fatale bitch.

You tell it differently.
No.

It just wasn't that big of a deal.

Killing someone?
Getting away with it.

There were no consequences?

There's always consequences, just
not always the ones you'd expect.

Beats doing time, though.

Who says I'm not doing time?

Is it comfortable?

Taylor made.

Scared of Farrell?

Terrified.

It's her, isn't it?
Detective Noonan.

Me and Farrell are very different
but we've got one thing in common.

We don't take no for an answer.

PHONE RINGS

"Yeah?" Here's the deal.
You cut me in on the Farrell gig,

we split it 50/50
and you get Anthony Hemple

to drop the charges against me.
Why don't you go...

If you want to see your partner
alive again, you'll agree.

What the hell have you done, Mason?

Before you go Charles Bronson on me,

I had nothing to do with this,
I was just tailing your partner.

Where is he? Remember, Jack,
we have a deal now. Where?

No! No, please. I haven't done
anything. Please, let me down.

Please. No. Please, let me down.
I haven't done anything. Please!

Please. No. Please, let me down.
Please, let us down!

Alan, you stole from someone who
doesn't fuck around! Stole what?!

I didn't steal anything. Unless
you pay back with 100% interest

by tomorrow morning, you're going
down. You're making a mistake.

No, you made the mistake
by getting involved.

All right now, Noonan?
Fuck, no, but thanks for asking!

This is a private party, so piss
off! Whatever is going on here,

everyone just stay calm. Sure,
I am calm. Xavier, are you calm?

Who the hell are you?
I'm Kelly. What's your name, cowboy?

Cowboy? I like that. Just bring
them down slowly and we'll talk.

Please! I promise!
Sure. I'll bring them down.

No! Oh, God!
It's OK, I've got you! I've got you!

Please, please, we're going to fall.
Please let us down! Please!

You've got a problem, cowboy.
Oh, really, Yank? And what's that?

No! No! Well, you can
shoot Jack here, for sure,

and if you're lucky,
you might even squeeze out

a couple of rounds on me
but Clint over there?

You put the gun down. Now!

Hang in there, Darragh! You're
all right. Jesus! Just hold on.

I've got you! Hold on.
Keep holding me. OK.

You've got me! You've got me!

Get me down, please.
Help me! Please help me.

Ah, please! Help me, please.

You all right?
Ugh!

Got you!
Ah! Ugh!

Argh! Ugh!

All right, lad? Please, please!
"Leap and the net will appear."

What the hell does that mean?
It means he's full of shite.

Ha!
Which means he's all right!

THEY LAUGH

What exactly is going on here?
Who do you work for?

Permesso?
No, no. No Mason. Not again.

What else are we going to do?
Have you forgotten the nightmare

we had last time getting rid of the
corpse? Yeah, but we did, didn't we?

And the other one talked.
Talked? His tongue was half gone.

I got carried away.
All right, so. Do one of them.

No, no, no, no! Stop!

We work for Peg Ramsey.
Peg Ramsey.

The loan shark?

Yeah. Dipstick there
stole money from her.

Hacked it from her account into his.
100 grand! No, I didn't.

If I had, do you think I'd be
so stupid as to not cover it up?

Someone is setting me up!
And who is setting you up, Alan?

I don't know, Mrs Farrell, but none
of this has anything to do with me.

Come on. Let's check on Debbie.

There's three days left.

You get me off with Anthony Hemple.
You hear me?! Yeah, yeah.

Mrs Farrell, my name is Mason.

James Mason.
Lucky you.

I hear you've got some trouble
down at FS Development.

Maybe I can be of assistance.

Private detectives?

Well, he is. I'm just the help.

I didn't kill Skyler. I just didn't
want Farrell to sack us all.

Your job means a lot to you?

High pressure, though.
Staying ahead of the game.

Always having to come up with
new ideas, new designs.

That's just how it is.
Nick Egan's mates claim

that someone at FS
stole his games designs.

Passed them off as their own.

Look, I thought he understood.

We all contribute to
a common pool of ideas.

That's not how Nick saw it.

When he saw that I had incorporated

some of his designs into the
game prototype, he was upset.

He called me a thief.
He said he'd expose me.

So you took him out.
No!

Why would I? There was no way he
could prove I had stolen anything.

In any case, Nick...

Something happened.
Just before he died, something good.

He was... gloating.

Saying that, thanks to Skyler,
he was going to make it big.

That soon, I'd be working for him.

Could Nick have helped
Skyler copy the game?

He was good.

It's possible.

Stay with them.

Forensics have established
that a burnt-out vehicle

found in Ballybrit
matches descriptions given

of a car seen at
the time of Nick Egan's murder.

Will, I want you to re-interview
everyone who saw the car.

And Cian, you go through
all the CCTV from Ballybrit. OK.

Psst!

She's out of your league, lad.
Who let you in?

Me and the desk sergeant are related.

This is a restricted area, sir.

So, please, leave immediately
or you will be arrested.

He's funny. I like him.
What do you want?

Nick Egan's mates. The gamer geeks.

Yeah, what about them?
You said they were loyal to Nick.

That's the impression I got.
So, they'd be mad at whoever

stole his ideas and stone mad
at whoever killed him.

Yeah. Where are you going with this?
I'll explain on the way.

# TECHNO MUSIC PLAYS

Detective Noonan.
Can we have a word?

Never seen a gamers' den before?

So, Nick was one of you?

Founding member. Along with myself.
A member of what? A computer club?

Fuck off! A club?
We're a brotherhood.

Hey!
Sisterhood. Whatever.

When one of the
brotherhood is murdered,

do you take justice your own way?
Don't know what you mean.

Alan Ward. He stole Nick's games
designs and incorporated them

into the prototype for a new
VR game that FS are developing.

What if he did? It'd make him
a prime suspect in Nick's murder.

Why are you telling me this?
Because you think Alan killed Nick.

So you hacked
Peg Ramsey's bank account,

transferred funds
for her into Alan's account.

Peg Ramsey takes care of
your revenge. Genius plan.

Except Alan didn't do it.

He's guilty. He stole from Nick.
Hey, leave it!

Could Nick have hacked the FS main
drive and copied the new VR game?

Sure, but why would he take
the risk? If the prototype

was based around his stolen ideas,
maybe he felt justified.

Where might Nick
hide the memory stick?

Once he got the stick out of FS,

he would have hidden the content
elsewhere and destroyed the stick.

Online is the best hiding place.
The darknet most likely. Darknet?

The darknet is overlay
networks which use the clearnet

but require specific software,

configurations
and authorisation to access.

Right.

If Nick did hide the prototype on
the darknet, could you find it?

I doubt it. Nick was good.
He'd have covered his trail.

But you'll try.

Why? I don't give a shit about FS.

Because if you don't play ball,
Detective Noonan here

will make sure you go down for
hacking Peg Ramsey's bank account.

If Nick used his own laptop,
I might be able to trace it.

HE RINGS BELL

I'm sorry to disturb you, Mr Egan.
My name is Jack Taylor.

Well, well, Jack Taylor.

Have we met?

No. But it's about time we did.

Please, come in.

Er, the Guards only returned it
a couple of days ago.

What do you want it for?

To, um, to test a theory.

What theory?
It's vague.

I'm hoping the laptop
will yield the answer.

Oh, right, so, why haven't the
Guards found those same answers?

Maybe they're not
asking the right questions.

You, er... You were an only child

as well, like Nick,
weren't you, Taylor?

I was.

And, um, from what I hear,

yourself and your father
were also pretty close.

My father? Who told you that?

Oh, I... I knew him.

I knew Harry Taylor.

See, him and Dad, they both worked
for the railroad. The railroad.

Yeah.
Yeah.

And then when Dad got sick,
he lost his job. Lost his income.

Harry, he came visiting every day.

And he always, um, he always
brought this wooden box with him.

He talked GAA
and Fianna Fail with Dad.

And then he'd leave without the box.

Inside it, we'd find
potatoes, ham, eggs.

And sometimes,
maybe even the odd jawbreaker.

Harry, he never mentioned
a word about it.

Dad never mentioned a word.

But I knew that Harry Taylor

was that rarest thing of all.

A decent human being.

I, er...

I never knew.

Er, just be sure to bring it back.

I'll get around to it later.

Get around to it now,
there's a good lad.

One thing bothers me.

If Nick did steal the prototype
and stash it online, why kill him?

Surely it's in everybody's interest,
Farrell and his competitors,

to keep Nick alive in order
to get their hands on it.

Maybe he was killed
for a different reason.

What reason?
MESSAGE TONE

.

Like I fucking would.

What?
Oh, nothing.

So, you and Kelly,
what's the story?

There's no story, Kate.

She's a very attractive lady.

Mm!

Anthony's an attractive fella.

Yeah. It's all good.

Is it?

Truth is, I can't really
see beyond you, Kate.

Bi curamach, Jack.

Agus tusa freisin, Kate.

CRASHING NOISES AND ALARMS

SKIDDING NOISES

Skyler was always so alone.

Even when we were kids,
I was the one that had friends.

Never had boyfriends?
Boys weren't her thing.

She was gay?
Out and proud! Oh!

Did she have a girlfriend in Galway?

She refused to tell me
anything about her.

Ever since we were little, we
always told each other everything.

Maybe the other girl
was uncomfortable with it.

Skyler got her a present.

We went shopping for it together,
just the two of us.

You should have seen us, we were like

teenagers again,
going from shop to shop.

I could see that she
really loved this girl.

Skyler was hoping
she'd wear it as a sign

that she acknowledged
their relationship. What was it?

OK, Skyler was gay.
How does that change anything?

She gave that person a present,
a Claddagh ring.

Same as every other saddo blow-in

who thinks it will make them
some sort of honorary Galwegian.

I rest my case.

Where are you off to?
To a most exquisite form of torture.

Nice place you picked.

It'll do.
This is on me, no arguments.

You sure about that? The cod in
here is the price of a used car.

HE LAUGHS

Er, Anthony,

I never thanked you properly
for not pressing charges.

You had every right.
Yeah. Look...

I mean,
I thought about it long and hard

but I believe you're a decent man
caught up in an indecent situation.

We were all caught up
in the situation,

trying to do what was best.

Including Mason.
You're defending him?

No, I'm just saying he...

Well, he's a man at the end of his
tether and he's... Sorry I'm late.

Hope you don't mind. I took
the liberty of inviting Kate.

Of course not.

PHONE RINGS

Excuse me. I have to take this.

What's this about, Jack?
What's what about, Kate?

Stop acting the maggot.

You ask Anthony out for a meal,
you're talking up Mason. Why?

Mason wouldn't tell me where
Ramsey's goons had taken Darragh

unless I tried to get him
off the hook with Anthony.

So Jack's being a good lad
and keeping his promises,

even to the scum of the earth.
Get off my case, Kate.

I made a mistake by getting involved
with Mason. Anthony paid for it.

End of. No, it's not.
Why the hell not?

Because, Jack, you... You have it
in you to change and you refuse to.

Change into what? More like him?

Sound, reliable?

That's never going to happen, Kate.
You know it.

I'll be right back
with the wine list.

Shite and onions.
What?

Something you said?
Ha!

KNOCKS ON DOOR

Is your husband around?
Well, that's not very flattering.

Is he?
He went out for a jog.

I couldn't help noticing yesterday,

you wear a Claddagh ring
around your neck.

It's corny but I like it.

The fact that you
risk wearing it says a lot.

Risk?

Skyler got her secret lover a ring.

What does that prove? Every
other person in Galway has one.

Also explains why you've
not been looking your best.

How does it feel to share
a bed with the man

who might have killed
the person you love?

Because you did love her.

So, how did it start? Office romance?

Something like that.

Once, when Farrell
was away on business,

I asked her home for dinner.

I've had plenty
of lovers but Skyler...

..she was different.

She, er...

She made me feel good about myself.

What happened? Why did you break up?

Skyler wanted to go public.

Wanted me to leave Farrell.

If you loved her, why didn't you?

See all of this?

I own nothing.

And Farrell,

he owns me.

Before we got married, he made me
sign a pre-nup in case of divorce,

in case I cheated,
in case he got bored.

I get nothing.

And much as I cared about Skyler,
I wasn't ready to lose that.

So Skyler was becoming a threat.

Is that why...
Jack, I loved her.

First, I thought it was Farrell
but... he wouldn't risk it.

Not with the company at stake.

I don't know who did it but...

..if I ever find them...

I'm sorry for your loss.

What's going on here?
Just a friendly chat with your wife.

About what?

Ask her.

Hello, husband.

What did Taylor want?

What does every Irishman want?

To chat about the weather,
of course.

He just wanted some more
information about security at FS.

No big deal.

You know I don't trust you.
Yeah, but you like that about me.

And you?

What do you like about me?

You have to ask?

And if the company goes down,
I'll lose everything.

All of this.

Baby, fuck the money.

If you go down,

I go down.

BEEPING

RAPID BEEPING

PHONE RINGS

Yeah?
Taylor, you might want to swing by.

Have you found something?

It's something all right.
Is it the game prototype?

I think you'd better
come by and see for yourself.

Bollocks.

Hey! You! I'll send your
photograph to the Guards.

Madam,...

..I am the Guards.
Well, you don't sound like one.

Did you know Skyler Garvey
very well, Mrs...?

Henry. Of course I knew her well.

Poor soul!

Lovely child, so she was.

Did she ever ask you
to keep anything for her?

She did not. Sure, why would she?

Hm! All right then.

Thank you for your time.
MIAOWING

Rufus!

I see you adopted her cat.
Ah, Rufus is mine.

But that girleen, she loved cats.

She had this little
fellow spoiled rotten.

Sure, she gave him this lovely
red heart for his birthday!

SHE LAUGHS

RINGS

Farrell.
Mr Farrell.

My name's Mason. I'm an associate of
Jack Taylor. Now is not a good time.

Well, make it good.
Who the hell do you think you are?!

Someone who's got
something that belongs to you.

Well?
I didn't find any sign of Nick

having stashed the
prototype on the darknet.

So, what did you find?

Fuck me.

Well?
James Mason.

Formerly with the Met. Rumours of
excessive violence against suspects.

Suspended then fired.
Currently being sued

for false imprisonment and torture.

Our contacts say
it's a cert he'll be convicted.

We're looking at a desperate man.
He's bluffing.

We'll soon find out.

You're going to hand over
a million, just like that?

A drop in the ocean
if he really has found it.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Ah, Mrs Farrell.

Hardware.

Get it out.

My pleasure.

One million.

As agreed.

Question is,

can I trust you?

Do you have a choice?

Thanks.

I could have you
stripped and tortured

until you tell me
what I want to know.

And then have you strangled

and drop your body in the bay.

And I'd get away with it.

But I'm a businessman.

All I want is what's mine.

She hid it on the neighbour's cat.

Clever girl.

Here we go.

Halle-fucking-lujah!

Ooh, yeah!

Mason, you can piss off
with your dough.

Never show your fucking face
around here again.

Put that down, Kelly.

Jesus Christ, Kelly.

Oh! Argh!

Why? Ugh!

Sorry. But you had that coming.

Ugh!
Christ!

This is, er...

This is not what we had planned.

You're right, Mason.
It's what I planned.

Oh, shit!

Oh! Argh!

Ugh!

Oh!

Are you going somewhere, Marshal?

Some other time, Taylor.
Oh, you'll want to hear this,

before the Gardai do.

How about offering me a drink?

So, where is he?
Resting.

"I was hoping to find you alone."

"You see, I've been thinking about
you, Kelly. A lot, in fact."

"I think I understand you
a bit better now."

"I think I understand what
it is that makes you tick."

You're trapped in a marriage
you can't get out of.

If Farrell catches you straying,
you'll be sent packing with nothing.

Tell me something I don't know.

You saw a chance at
something real with Skyler,

so real that you
had to escape Farrell

but to do that you needed money.

Skyler had money.
She was on a great salary.

Not enough to get out of Dodge
and disappear someplace

Farrell would never reach you.
For that, you needed serious money.

But where to get that amount of cash?

"You'd never be able to access
Farrell's bank account. Nah."

"You needed to win
the jackpot and fast." Ugh!

Now my guess is, it's just a guess,

is you got Skyler
to copy the prototype

with the notion of
selling it to the competition.

It would set you two up for life.

Now, that went against
all that Skyler believed in

but you made sure she understood
if there was to be a future

for the two of you,
she'd have to do it.

And she did.
But there were two glitches.

Glitch one, Nick Egan.

Probably working late,
always trying to make an impression.

He thought he'd hit the jackpot
when he took these.

You and Skyler caught in the act.

To insure himself
against you coming after him,

he told you the
photos were hidden online,

where you'd never find them.

What he didn't realise was, by doing
so, he made himself a target.

And, yeah, you took him out.

Which brings us to glitch two,

Skyler's conscience.

When Nick was killed,
she realised why and who did it.

You. So she was caught between

the person she loved
and doing the right thing.

In the end, she did nothing.

Thanks for sharing, Jack.
But where's the evidence?

Believe me, I'll find it.

GUNSHOT

Jesus Christ!

Hey! Stay with me.

Jack...

Why are you doing this?

Why do you think?

Were you and Mason..?

Did he find it?
Did he find the prototype?

What did Farrell pay for it?
Hm? Enough for you to disappear?

You like to think you're
on the side of the angels, Jack,

but you've got a much darker
heart than you care to admit.

Not dark enough.

Shame.

Are you OK?
Yeah.

I saved your life, wanker.

And now I'm saving yours,
so feck right off.

I'm not happy about this, Jack.

This fellow's getting
more and more involved.

I like it. Suits me! I hate to say
it but the boy's got potential.

Jack! Oh, no, I'm with you,
he should focus on his studies.

"Dr Noonan"
has got a nice ring to it.

Breaks your heart, though.
What does?

These cases. Look at Skyler,
so kind to Nick. Gets him a job.

Only for Nick to witness
her thing with Kelly

and the cowgirl takes him out.

Skyler must have been
wracked with guilt.

Organising the book of condolences,
the get-together.

Sending flowers to his father.
And then Skyler's killed.

Breaks your heart.
Flowers? Excuse me?

You said Skyler sent
flowers to Nick's father?

Well, according to
Skyler's credit card details,

she sent flowers to Egan
a few days after the funeral.

What kind of flowers?
No idea. Can you find out?

Why?
Oh, it's probably nothing, but...

Cian, hi. Skyler Garvey
received flowers...

How's Mason doing? Takes more than
two bullets to kill Lucifer.

OK, thanks.

21 long-stemmed white roses.

Are you going to enlighten us?
Later.

I have to go visit someone and tell
them who murdered their only son

and why it happened.

Anthony asked if you guys would like

to join us for dinner
tomorrow evening. Oh, sure.

Jack?

I'll check my diary.

John?

Oh! Jack.
Can I have a word?

Er, sure, yeah.
Why don't you come in?

Thank you for telling me.

And for not letting her get away.

Justice is done now.

They've both paid for
what they did to Nick.

Skyler had nothing to do with
Nick's death. It was all Kelly.

It sounds to me like
they were both in it together.

I don't think they were.

Thank you for coming.

Skyler was a decent person.

She felt very bad
about what happened to Nick.

Yes, and... and so she should have.

Did she never show up here in person?

No.

Yet she sent you flowers
after Nick's funeral.

Yeah. So what?

White roses that you binned. Why?

Who cares?!

Maybe I didn't like
the fucking smell!

There's something that you're
bottling up. What is it?

She did show up here, didn't she?

John, you can tell me.

Thank you for the flowers.
You didn't have to.

Ah, I did.

But I should've done more.
Ah, no.

Um...

I didn't know your son very well.

But, er, he was always
very friendly and, er, helpful.

God! This all sounds so trite.
Um, but I mean it.

He really was a decent guy.

And he didn't deserve to die.

Things are confused.

But somebody told me

if you want to know what's morally
right, listen to your stomach.

So I listened to my stomach.

I'm sorry.

I can't do this. I...

This was a mistake, Mr... Mr Egan.

Forget I came here. Forget about me.

No. Wait a minute. What do you know?

Does this have anything
to do with Nick's death?

It's nothing. I shouldn't have come.

Oi! Hey!

Hang on a minute there!
What is it that you know?

Nothing. I... Tell me!
Do you know who killed him?

Do you?

Yeah, you know.
Did you kill him? No!

But if it hadn't been for me,
then he wouldn't have...

Who did it?!
I, I, I...

Let me go!

Tell me! Tell me now!
I can't. I can't!

Ugh!
Argh!

It was you, wasn't it?
No! No! You bitch!

Oh! Oh, my God!

I'm not a bad person.

I'm not!

I never meant...

It just happened.

You're a good man, Jack,

like your father.

You understand.

I don't deserve to go away for this.

Please help me.

HE DIALS

Detective Noonan?

John Egan has a story to tell you.

Yeah. Bring your cuffs.

Hey.
Hi.

Darragh sends his apologies.

Tonight clashed with some
t'ai chi retreat bollocks.

And Anthony's
come down with the flu.

Did Egan confess?
Didn't need much prompting.

He's scared senseless.

I sent her to her death.

Skyler.

I advised her to do what she felt
was right, however hard it was.

You couldn't have known.
No. No, I couldn't have.

It still made me feel like the
rat in the belly of the beast.

Are you ready to order?

We'll take a raincheck.

Can't believe I'm giving up
a three-course meal for a pint!

You know what
they say about the pint,

You know what
there's eatin' and drinkin' in it.

I'll settle for a bag of crisps!
Cheap date, huh?

I know what I like.

That sounds like a compliment.

Better check your hearing, so!
Ah, I've missed this!

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