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You got a visitor.

Helen.

My God, what are you doing
out of the hospital?

I'm fine. Really.

Doctors are OK with you being
up and about like this?

I said I'm fine.

You got shot.

I know.

Hey.

Helen.

You don't honestly think
that..?

Christ.

If I killed him, don't you
think I would have

made some half decent

effort not to get caught?

They found a gun.

Your prints were all over it.

Look, I wanted to do it.

I couldn't.

I didn't kill him.

That's not who I am.

You know, it turns out
that you can dream

in a coma.

You know, I dreamt that I
woke up,

we went back to Australia.

We moved in together.

Sounds nice.

It was.

For a bit.

I was stuck in this apartment.

I couldn't stop looking
into that plane crash.

And I was trying to figure out
who Elliott Stanley was,

and I was digging into everything.

I just, I couldn't let it go.

You don't trust me.

I...

I don't know you.

I don't know who you
really are, and that...

God, I wish that I
was different.

I wish that I could just
be happy.

We still can be.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

I love you.

I love you too.

But it's not enough.

(DOOR SLAMS)

I wouldn't have been much older
than you when my dad passed.

It wasn't at the hands
of Madame Cassidy, mind.

Though I've seen my share
of that.

A father's not supposed to live
to see the likes of this Fergal.

It's not the order of things.

Did you hear who they have
locked up in a cell right now?

Who's prints were found on the
gun left by your father's body.

Eugene Cassidy.

Fucking Eugene

motherfucking Cassidy.

Now, I'll tell you
something else

that's not in the natural
order of things, Fergal.

When your own father kills
your own father.

He's not my father.

Which one?

You'll get through this.

You hear me?

Cos you're a McDonnell.

Aren't you?

Yeah.

Well, say it then, boy.

I'm a McDonnell,

And you have this chance
now son.

To live up to the name that
this family gave you.

To live up to the kind of man
that your father knew

you could be.

Are you ready for that?

Yeah.

Are you really, though?

I'm fucking ready.

Yeah, you fucking are.

Now, you do this for your dad.

For my boy.

You do this for him and he'd be
clapping and

cheering, you know that?

So who are you?

I'm a McDonnell.

You're a McDonnell.

You can go.

Just like that?

I wouldn't go leaving
the country, mind.

I don't think you'll get
too far.

Right.

Right. OK.

Noted.

There he is.

I guess you're the reason they
let me just walk out of there.

Actually, no.

I used to have a lot more Gardaí
I could pass a wink at.

But this,

this is Frank McDonnell's doing.

Getting someone killed while
they're behind bars

can be complicated.

Simpler this way.

Christ!

Don't worry.

Even they're not daft enough to
do it outside a Garda station.

I didn't kill Donal.

Somehow I don't think Frank's
going to believe you.

Well, I didn't.

You're with me now, Eugene.

And I promise you, I will not
let anything happen to you.

Come on.

Where are we going?

Cassidy's family pub.

There's a meeting this evening
to knock this McDonnell shit on

the head once and for all.

Fuck's sake!

You've had a hell of a time
of it.

Let's get you back.

Get you a drink.

This whole Cassidy McDonnell
thing, it's...

...it's not my fight.

I just keep getting dragged
into it.

But,

it belongs to Eugene,

not me.

We're family, son.

We're all each other's got.

I think I know

why I ran away.

Donal killed my brother because
he thought it was me.

I get his wife pregnant.

He comes after me.

But my brother ends up with
a bullet in his back.

Do you still want me to come
with you?

This is your home, Eugene.

What?

I, uh...

I need to borrow a car.

Why are you asking me to borrow
a car?

Because I need to borrow a car.

Oh, good-shitting gracious,
you're exhausting.

(BACKGROUND CHATTER)

(LAUGHTER)

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

(LAUGHTER)

OK,

I have to ask what the flip is
it you're doing?

Helen?

Helen, I heard you were out
of hospital.

I'm so happy...

You were supposed to turn
yourself in.

I'm not sure what you're talking
about, Shortbread, but, um,

me and my new buddy Ruairi here,
we were...

I'm guessing your new buddy
Ruairi didn't tell you that he

kidnapped me.

Come again?

He locked me in his basement.

Wait, so the thing you told me
about in the bar, the bad thing.

I was going through a lot,
and I let her go, no harm.

Are you going on holiday
together?

Well, now, what happened was
we, um...

I met Ruairi at a bar, and
he was at something of a

low point, as was I.

We decided just to get a bit of
perspective, to see the world.

So I got a carer in for my mam.

And...

Now we're actually off to
Budapest to see the famous...

Sorry, what is it we wanted
to see in Budapest again,

Ethan?

Tickets were cheap
Ruairi is the actual reason they

were astonishingly cheap.

You have responsibilities.

Not just as a police officer,
but also as a human being.

I'm really not going to do that
sort of

thing ever again, though.

I haven't known him that long,
but I really believe him.

Is your man not with you?

Actually, Elliott's been arrested.

Not that it's any of
your business.

No, but they let him go.

Didn't you hear?

The way I understand it is Frank
McDonnell wants him free, so

he's an easier target, and all.

Well, that's not...

He's a grown man

and he's not...

Look, the point is, you need
to do the right thing.

No, I know.

It's not my responsibility.

It's...

ETHAN: What'll happen to
Elliot now?

RUAIRI: I don't know. Nothing good.

ETHAN: Well, I'm not getting involved.

OK, look, I really hate myself
for asking this, but, um...

...Ruairi, I need your help.

Hey.

Wasn't sure you'd come.

Well, I said in the message
that I'd be here, didn't I?

It's just, given everything that
happened at the hotel and that.

Why do you think I picked
somewhere where

there'd be lots of people?

Right.

Smart.

Thought you chose it because
there's a really good

sandwich shop here.

They do like a chicken baguette
with hot sauce.

It's unbelievable.

Yeah. No, I...

I didn't choose it because of
the baguette

with the hot sauce.

All right.

Look, I...

...I didn't kill your dad.

And you've, you've no reason to
believe me.

But,

I wanted you to hear from me.

I don't care.

But he wanted me to bring you
to him.

Him and Frank.

Said that you'd be soft on me,

and all I had to do was
call you.

Right.

Your mum told me that they had
something planned for you.

That they did.

Look, whatever your mam took
from Frank, he wants it back

really fucking bad.

Yeah.

Look!

That's chicken baguette
with the hot sauce.

I mean, look at your man.
He's like...

...He's like the cat that got
the chicken baguette, he is.

Your message said you wanted
my help.

I'm not going to do a
Frank wants.

Which means I can't
stay home because,

you know, you cross Frank...

You think your own grandfather
would hurt you?

I know he would.

So what do you want?

A safe place to stay.

I don't have any money to
leave the country, but,

you know, I could try that thing
where you hide in the last place

anyone would ever think to
find you.

My mother?

How do I know I can trust you?

Well, I helped you get off
the island, didn't I?

And

if you don't,

then...

...Then I'm dead.

Come on.

No worries, I got it.

We got it from here, you
Cassidy fuck!

(BANG)

(TYRES SCREECHING)

Hey, Ciaran,

listen, I'm looking for the
last known address of Elliot

Stanley's widow. Would
that be..?

No. I know, a long time ago.

I know.

All right, Ciaran, I
appreciate that.

Thanks. Thank you. Bye.

Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye.

Bye, bye, bye.

So he's not at his desk
right now, but,

he's gonna call back when
he gets the address.

Great.

Look, I appreciate the help, but
you didn't have to, you know?

Come with me.

Uh, but you know what if I get
this lady's address

and you go there and she won't
answer

your questions? Different story,

if an officer of the law
is stood beside you.

And I know that you didn't ask,

but, uh, I'm here because I
want to

show you that I have changed.

This is a chance for me to do
something truly good

and selfless by helping you.
That and I didn't

want to go to Budapest on
my own.

Apparently, they don't let you
wear shorts in the baths.

You know, and it's not
that I'm embarrassed.

It's just that I don't want
them to feel embarrassed.

You know?

We all should've just left while
we could.

This whole thing is probably
just a waste of time anyway.

It could be, but your man's in danger,

and you don't seem like the type
to just

walk away when you could help.

He's not my man anymore.

Mhm.

Not your man, eh?

The plot thickens.

(TEXT ALERT)

Maybe I'm just looking
for excuses.

Holy cow.

Well that's something!

What?

Ciaran just sent the address.

You're never going to believe
where she lives.

(RINGS DOOR BELL)

Ruairi Slater.

Who knew you had so
many friends?

Who knew you had any friends?

Come to think of it.

Ah!

All right. Deirdre.

Well, look, listen, this is
Helen Chambers,

and she has some questions

I'd love you to answer.

Oh, am I in some sort of
trouble now?

Should I lawyer up?

No, no, no, it's it's
nothing like that.

You're not in any trouble.

Um, I was just hoping to
talk to you about...

Did you used to be married to
a man named Elliot Stanley?

This is you and Elliot?

It is. Hard to believe

I used to look like that,
isn't it?

Not at all.

Oh, you're a good liar, you are.

So I understand that your husband

went looking for a downed
plane along

with a woman named
Niamh Cassidy.

Right, she's the cunt that
killed him.

That word is really not OK
to say anymore, Deirdre.

All right, that kind of talk
will get you cancelled

faster than a no pants Tik Tok.

Ethan.

My Elliot was a diver.

He got a bit of fame back in
the day,

finding sunken wrecks.

So Frank hired him

to find a plane.

There got to be good friends.

Peas in a pod.

So where does Niamh Cassidy
come into all of this?

I never knew he had anything
to do with Niamh Cassidy.

Not until after he was gone.

That's when people started
to talk.

They said they saw my Elliott
getting into a taxi

with Niamh Cassidy.

And then she came back that
afternoon covered in mud.

My Elliot was never seen again.

You think Niamh killed him?

Oh, she killed him all right.

Whatever they found in
that plane together,

she buried it out there in
the dirt.

Out where?

I mean, do you remember where
they went together?

I'm afraid I don't.

It's all second-hand to me.

Gossip and such.

All I know is that they picked
up in a taxi together,

and then she was dropped off in
the middle of town.

On her own.

A taxi?

Diamond Express cars.

Yeah, I remember that because
people used to say,

if you get covered in

mud, they're the ones to call.

Thank you so much for your time.

Appreciate it, Deirdre.

Hey, I don't suppose you
know of Eugene Cassidy.

Mhm.

Niamh Cassidy's boy?

How is he?

Uh, he's OK-ish.

He put it about a bit.

My Elliot.

Let's just leave it at that.

Small towns like this,

a lot happens.

Oh, OK.

Thanks again.

Put your seat belt on
there, would you?

What do you think she's
gonna say?

Who?

Your ma.

(LOUD MUSIC PLAYING)

Oh.

No.

Put your seat belt on would
you, please.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

What about this one? Come on.
This one's like a classic.

I think we're being followed.

(CRASHING SOUND)

What the fuck?

You might want to put your
seatbelt on now.

Oh no, it's a red light!

(CAR HONKING)

I think you lost them.

Whoa, bikes!

Watch out!

(TYRES SCREECHING)

Are they following us too?

Looks like it.

Hang on!

The yellow one's back.
There's two of them.

Yeah, I fucking know!

Tractor!

Where'd you learn to drive
like this?

No idea.

Hold on.

Can you see anything?

Well, obviously fucking not!

Take your seatbelt off.

Why?

Just do it!

Hey.

It's Ned.

Ned Tooley.

OK.

Tell Frank, we found
Eugene, me and the boys.

We took out his little bodyguard,

put the fear of God right up him
so hard

he's after driving himself
off a fucking cliff.

Make sure you tell Frank
now, yeah?

The Tooley boys, we took
care of business.

Put in a good word because we're
looking to move up in

the organisation, like.

Frank specifically ordered
that Eugene Cassidy not be hurt,

or approached by anyone.

No, I heard that, uh, that...

Ned Tooley, was it?

I'll make sure Frank knows
your name, Mr. Tooley.

He'll want to put the bullet in
your stupid fucking

head personally.

You OK?

Yeah, I'm OK.

That was crazy.

Fucking hell.

Right,

we can't hang around. Come on.

You sure you want to lug
that thing about?

It's a long way off.

Yeah, yeah. I'm sure.

Right, come on.

Hello.

Hello.

Hi.

Forgive me.

These are uncertain times.

You never know who might be at
your door.

Uh, look, you don't by any
chance keep records, do you?

Of the trips you make, drop
offs, pick ups,

that sort of thing.

We do file our jobs on
the system, yes.

What date are you looking at?

Well, it's 42 years ago.

42 years?

Look, I know it's kind
of a long shot.

Come in.

Hello.

(DOOR SHUTS)

My dad was a meticulous man.

He never had a hair out
of place.

The kind of person who would
lock the door three times.

And he wrote down in his neat
handwriting every little thing.

Yeah?

Well, that's amazing.

Yes.

He loved order of my father,

but loving something is
not enough.

This way.

Wow.

I saw my dad on weekends and holidays

and I thought I knew him.

And then he died.

And I moved here, and
I found this room.

Why did you keep it all?

Because it reminds me
of who he really was.

My memories of the man without
a hair out of place.

But the reality,

well, you're looking at it.

So you think there's a record of
what we're looking for in here?

I have no idea. But

if it's anywhere,

it's certainly in here.

OK, thanks.

OK.

You're very quiet.

Yeah, I was just thinking

a lot of bad shit's
happened lately.

Like an owl flying over a house,
you are.

It's bad luck.

Thanks.

You know, the worst part
about my dad dying

is, um,

I kind of feel like it's
my fault.

No, really, it's not.

It's just like I want him
dead so many times,

and I

see my mom missing some teeth or

have a black eye.

And all I could think was, I
hope that fucker gets what's

coming to him. But, um...

...Doesn't really feel that great
to think like that anymore.

You didn't do anything.

When I said I don't care about
him being dead and all that but,

well, I do.

Um.

Look, why are you doing this?

Why are you risking your
bollocks to help me?

I spent a lot of time worrying
about who I am.

You know I can't change the
past, but

I can keep my eyes wide
fucking open and

and think about the next step
I take.

And try to do the right thing.

How do you know if it's the
right thing?

Well, that's the shitter.

You don't.

Are you trying to get back
together with him or what?

Is that what this is?

You what now?

You said that you and Elliot

nice arms had broken up, yet

here we are.

He's in trouble, I...

Look, maybe this is all some
stupid long shot,

but maybe I can help.

Well, I'd do the same
for either of you.

Well, actually, maybe not you.

Oh, no.

I respect that.

You left your whole life behind

to travel the world with
this fellow.

Sure as my name is Ethan
Ignatius Krum,

you still got all the feels
for him?

It doesn't matter how I
feel, OK?

Cause when the person that you
love tells

you that they didn't kill

someone, you're just supposed
to believe them, aren't you?

Wait. Who's he killed now?

No one.

I mean,

I don't, I don't know.

I...

...Maybe he did, maybe he didn't.

But either way it just

keeps making me think about
everything he's done before.

I mean, what kind of future can
we have if we're just always

running from the past?

Is that from a song?

Look, I am going to do
my best to help.

And then...

...Then I am going home.

Alone.

Can we just get back to work?

I'm running out of time.

John Denver, it's John
Denver, isn't it?

OK then, Mr. Tooley.

Sounds like it's your lucky day.

Frank,

no one was in the car.

What?

Are you sure?

100%.

Which means your grandson
is still with him.

Good.

That's it,

up there.

Cassidy's pub.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

Don't worry. You're with me.

I don't think this is your
best idea.

Believe me, I'd rather be
anywhere doing

anything else right now.

Come.

I thought they were fucking
joking when they

told me you were walking

in here with a McDonnell.

What are you playing at, Eugene?

I'm not playing at anything.

The boy needs help.

Help! Is it?

Have you lost your mind?

He was scared. He had
nowhere else to go.

Sit him there.

Come on, lads.

What's in the bag?

What's in the bag,
you McDonnell fuck?

This is bollocks.

Come on Fergal, let's go.

Why don't you take a look?

I got a better idea.

Why don't you show us,
just in case

it's of the exploding variety.

There's nothing in the bag.

Right Fergal?

Tell them there's...

...There's nothing in the bag.

Over there.

Socks.

Snacks.

It's a lot of

snacks and clothes and bollocks.

You can lay off him now.

He's not going to cause
you any trouble.

Is that so now?

So?

Well every fucker in here is
carrying at least two.

I'm a McDonnell.
Of course I have a gun on me.

You walk into my house
carrying a weapon.

You think that's not an act
of war?

OK, OK.
It's not like he came here...

To what?

Can you put the gun down?

What is it you did come here
for, boy?

I needed some place safe.

Liar.

You've nothing in your pockets
but ash and lipstick for your

fucking Judas kiss.

Back off!

You've done enough Eugene.

Walk away.

Just put the gun down.

Frank sent him here to kill me,
so he needs to be put down.

Same way I did his father.

You?

You stood by while I got
arrested?

And let go.

Only so Frank could get
there easier.

Helen left here thinking I
did it.

Call Frank,

tell him his grandson's about to
get his fucking head blown off.

And does he want front
row seats?

You can leave whenever
you want to, boy.

What about him?

I'm not going to hurt your
precious bastard.

I get Frank here.

I take care of what I need to,

and this idiot can go on with
his lifetime

pursuit of masturbation

and ignorance.

Hey!

You don't believe I won't
hurt him?

I think I'm going to stick
around just to make sure,

if that's all right?

Grand.

That's grand.

Hey.

Where'd you get that from?

Delicatessen.

Or deli, as it's often referred
to by lazy people who can't

say whole words.

Oh, but like...

...When did you get it?

15 minutes ago.

You were ensconced.

It's very delish.

I am, I could have gone for the,
uh, chicken with hot sauce, but

I plumped for the rabbit bap.

Rabbit?

Yeah, rabbit. It's, um...

It's nature's, uh,

well, rabbit, I suppose.

Oh, sweet Jesus.

I know it's unusual.

No, it's,

I found it.

I actually flippin found it.

Oh.

Let's go.

No one fires until I say so.

He's on his way.

Well, then.

Now we've got ourselves
a fucking party.

This must be the place.

The payphone is still here.

Yeah, around these parts, we
don't get rid of anything.

It's like we don't want to
forget the past, you know?

Excuse us, that's the station.

Elliot Stanley's widow heard
that Niamh got dropped off

and then walked through town
with mud all over her.

So I think that whatever she
took from Frank,

she must have buried it,

somewhere near here.

Look, I don't want to be the,
uh, Denis Downer of

this long awaited barbecue, but
that was 42 years ago.

I know. I asked her about it at
the hospital

and the way she answered,

I know she didn't throw it away.

It's got to be around here.

We just have to find something.

Anything.

There's a situation developing
outside Mama Cassidy's place.

Uh,

potential all-out war situation.

Is he there?

And whatever we find here,
if we find anything,

you can't be going there.

We may have to.

You'll be going on your own.

A Garda on the scene would
only make things worse.

OK, just one thing at a time.

I mean, we found the needle in
the haystack at the taxi firm.

Now we just...

...We just have to find the
haystack in this

endless row of fields.

The old team's back together.

OK.

You go that way.

Hey.

Hey.

Someone's been digging here.

What are you thinking?

Probably the same thing Niamh
thought 42 years ago.

Wish we'd brought a shovel.

All right, stop right there.

You think I'm gonna stand here
and let you search me?

If you want the shoot and start
World War 3 out

here on the streets, you go ahead.

(DOOR SLAMS)

That's close enough.

I see this place hasn't changed.

Still selling that old piss.

It'll be a cold day in hell,

the day I sell a bottle
of McDonnell's whisky.

So I'm here.

What happens now?

Now?

You send your men home,

then I'll let your grandson
walk out of here.

And then what?

You put me down, is it?

Something like that.

Your boy has inherited
your weakness, I see.

My grandson betrayed me.

And turned to you for mercy.

The same man that killed
his father.

No, that wasn't me.

You wanted me dead,
Frank McDonnell.

You should have had the
fortitude and gonads

to do it yourself, instead of
sending a boy to do a man's job.

I can't argue with that.

I'll show you what he was
supposed to bring.

(CROWD GROANS)

Jesus Christ!

Too much fucking Cassidy
in the bones, I guess.

Please don't be kicking a
ball at me.

You want to end this?

We can bring the fucking
roof down Niamh.

You know, they came up with a
term for it

back in the Cold War.

Fucking history lesson again.

Mutually assured destruction.

Everyone dies and no one wins.

Is that what you want to
happen here?

How about this?

I walk out of here right
now with my grandson.

And we all go back to minding
our own business.

It's time, Frank.

Time to bring this to an end.

Everyone you love is here.

You're willing to risk
everyone's lives.

Maybe I am.

For the record, I'm not.

Not your choice Eugene.

Would you just fucking stop?

This is insane.

You're willing to die.

And for everyone else in here
to die. For what?

Somewhere in that head of yours,
you know exactly for what.

Call your people off,

or I kill him.

No.

Please. You don't have
to do this.

(DOOR OPENS)

HELEN: I'm sorry.

It's me. Sorry.

She said it was important.

She's not armed.

Uh, here.

I found what your father
sent you.

What?

What was in that plane.

No, no, no, no, where
the hell...

No, don't you fucking dare!

Out of my way!

FRANK: What are these?

Love letters.

These are what Niamh buried
way back when.

These are what she found with
Elliot Stanley

and left him for dead.

All so that he couldn't
give them to you.

Love letters.

Very beautiful,

heartfelt,

honest,

and at times, really quite
raunchy love letters,

from your father to her mother.

They couldn't be together
because of the family

rivalry, so they kept it quiet.

Even after he got her pregnant.

Look at the date on that,
would you, Frank?

Why don't you say hello
to your sister?

We're not blood.

We've spilt too much of each
other's to be anywhere

fucking near that.

Why?

Why didn't you show them to me?

Get out of my way!

This is enough! Enough of
this shit!

Move!

You're gonna have to shoot me,
by yourself.

You don't get your man to do
it, like you did with Donal.

You stand there, you look me in
the eye,

and you shoot me.

Lot of, um, potential
for incest here,

what with the, uh, the
two families and...

...I'll just wait outside.

Sorry.

FRANK: Why did you keep them?

Why didn't you just
fucking burn them?

I tried,

but they were my mother's.

You can't just burn your history

and pretend it never happened.

If you can't forget the past,

then what hope is there?

I can't forget. I won't.

(DOOR SLAMS)

You came back.

I thought you couldn't forget
about the things I did.

Then what hope is there?

Honey,

I'm home.

Gotta tell ya, Dutch people,
as well as

inventing Dutch courage
and splitting

the bill by going Dutch,

are very nice people.

I kept trying to think of other
sayings with Dutch in them

on the way home. But...

...Nada.

Hey, look.

New business card.

Helen Chambers, Private Investigator.

Kind of like how that sounds.

Yeah. It's great.

Are you OK?

What is that?

Uh, that my love, is the life
and times of Eugene Cassidy.

The what now?

It's a file on me.

Someone saw the article in the
paper and

tracked me down and sent it.

Why would someone have a file
on you?

I don't know.

I haven't read it.

Are you serious?

I never asked what you find out
about the real Elliot Stanley

in Ireland, did I?

I don't care about who I was.

But,

I can't make that choice
for you.

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

I don't need a file to
tell me who you are.

Are you sure?

Yes.

I'm sure.

Great.

Dutch oven.

What?

You were asking about
other Dutch things.

Oh.

Oh, yeah.

Um,

I have a surprise for you.

Neils said that we can use
the Concertgebouw.

The what, now?

Come on, come on.

Couldn't find anywhere
smaller, huh?

Neils did say if we break
anything, he's never

talking to us again.

This is stupid.

Like, I can't dance.

Your mother was very
clear about this.

You can dance.

You fly through the
air apparently,

like a little woodpecker.

Woodpeckers don't
fucking dance!

Elliots dance.

What am I was supposed to do?

Just whatever comes naturally.

(MUSIC PLAYING)