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Where is Adam?

Adam's dead.

I know this number.

It's all about finding Shane Waters.

That'll break Jonathan and Margaret Devlin

and give us Katy's killer.

You're pinning everything

on a homeless man with mental health issues.

Do you think I'm a pervert, Heather?

I think you're an arsehole.

Jesus Christ, Alannah.

We'll find somewhere else for you as soon as we can.

Now.

Let me tell you something about Daniel March.

When he was 17, he nearly killed a boy.

Lexie did it.

There is no Lexie!

There is no Lexie!

Lexie should get better...

...and go back home to her friends.

I got Tuesday morning off

to take you to your appointment.

Ah, thank you.

I'm sure it won't be good news

if they're calling me in.

You don't know that.

Did I do right by you, Cassandra?

Why would you ask that?

I wonder...

I really do, I wonder if I did right.

With your little friend, your Lexie.

Why are you bringing this up?

I should've just let you have your made-up friend.

It's only you trying to cope with losing your mammy and daddy like that.

Being left on your own.

Me getting the priest here.

God forgive me for that.

I'm sorry.

I wasn't on my own.

I had you.

You have nothing to be sorry for, Auntie Cepta.

Nothing.

Honestly...

I've forgotten all about Lexie.

Not thought about her for years.

What would I be without you?

Are you sure you don't want anything else?

There's room in the car.

Oh, they'll clear it all.

Take the furniture for charity.

Thanks for coming.

I couldn't have stood it on my own.

All those people saying it was a merciful release.

A good death.

When it's actually just shit.

That's exactly what it is.

I'm taking you to the pub.

I'm getting you whiskey.

I'll be out in a minute.

Lexie, are you there?

You okay? So clumsy.

Good morning, you.

-How'd you sleep? -Yeah, good.

Hey, Lexie, how're you feeling?

We didn't know whether to let you sleep.

You seemed pretty zonked when I checked on you.

Now I know what happens when you mix antibiotics with rice punch.

Here, you can have this one.

Oh.

God, I miss real food.

Good, you look thin.

Help yourself to cutlery.

You okay?

Are you just gonna fuss over me all day?

Don't you have classes to go to or something?

Actually...

I decided we wouldn't go.

Thought we could all stay home.

All of us together.

It's been so long.

Hmm.

You are such a little bitch when you lose.

It'd be even worse if you were playing.

This is nice.

Us like this again.

It feels normal.

It still feels weird.

Not being able to remember.

Like there's this giant hole

that whole night got sucked into.

Did you think I was home?

That detective said you were all playing poker.

You'd gone for a walk.

Like you always do.

It wasn't even that late when we all went to bed.

We just assumed you'd come in later.

Till next thing...

Some detective is banging the door down,

saying that you'd been hurt and in the hospital.

We must've told that prick Mackey

the same thing over and over.

He just acted like we were lying.

Yeah, he made me feel like I was lying about getting stabbed.

Despite the fucking gaping hole to prove otherwise.

Well, you're home now.

That's all that matters.

Can't believe we almost lost you.

Well?

We got the records off that number from Maddox, sir.

The one from Lexie Mangan's phone.

That made those threatening calls to the Devlins.

Someone's disconnected it.

We can't get through anymore.

Any other calls incoming or outgoing?

Nothing useful.

Just the ones to Maddox a few days ago.

Ah, look, I need you to be my eyes and ears

on Operation Mirror, O'Neill.

Anything that links it to Katy Devlin's murder.

Yes, sir.

If you can find a way to help me fuck up Mackey,

you can sit in me lap and I'll give you a Swedie.

And you?

What have you got?

Reilly has us going through all this to locate Shane Waters.

He's convinced Shane is the key to unlocking Vestal.

Shane's very elusive.

We're looking at CCTV, HSE files...

Local Garda trawling shelters,

and other known spots.

-Where is Reilly? -No idea, sir.

Reilly.

Where are you?

Knocknaree.

Just following up on a tip, sir.

What tip?

More estate gossip.

Just a tip I need to follow up.

I'll be back soon.

I don't know what else you want.

I've told ya all I remember.

I never seen him around the school, around here...

Nowhere.

Have you seen Cathal Mills recently?

He got into computers.

Lives abroad, so I hear.

No, he's here in Dublin.

This is him now.

Could they be the same man?

They look nothing alike.

Why would Cathal be stalking a little girl?

Was he ever sexually inappropriate towards

Jamie Rowan?

Suggestive.

It was the '80s, Detective.

Men said dirty things to girls.

And why would Cathal Mills go after Katy Devlin?

Because he, Jonathan, Shane and Margaret

are all keeping a secret.

And so are you.

Because you weren't with your parents

when the children disappeared.

You were in the woods.

Maybe.

For an hour or so, but then I went home.

What happened to the children?

I don't know!

If I did know, I'd have told ya.

I don't remember seein' them all that day.

But they saw you.

You, Cathal, Jonathan, and Shane.

I have reason to believe

that Jamie, Peter, and Adam witnessed a violent crime.

Against you.

I have reason to believe

that what they witnessed was rape.

Who the fuck are you talking to?

Who's saying that?

Sandra, I can only question Jonathan and Cathal if you talk to me.

Tell me the truth about what happened to you.

What happened to the children?

I don't know!

I don't fucking know!

Get out of me house.

Get out of me fucking house!

Get out!

Get out!

You're going for a walk?

Just a quick one.

For some air.

Look, Lex...

Aren't you scared?

Why?

Well, last time you went for a walk,

you didn't come back.

If you're so worried,

why don't you all come with me?

Interesting.

This is the coldest I've ever been.

Better not be stepping in shit.

Pipe down, Rafe.

That's where the blood is.

Washed away.

Not just from rain, but someone went out with detergent.

What is it, Lexie?

What's wrong?

I don't think I feel very well.

Come on.

Let's get you home.

Come on.

Justin, let's go.

That's it. Turn the screw.

Peter!

Jamie!

Where are you?

Didn't know you were still here.

I've been going back through the case.

Back the to the beginning like you said, sir.

Good. Uh...

Alicia Rowan hasn't been off the phone all afternoon.

She's not letting go of Adam Reilly.

Think someone should go down

and tell her in person that he's dead.

I'll go tomorrow, sir.

Good.

Don't stay too late.

You won't catch Katy's killer if you're knackered.

Come inside.

Rafe, I know you've been using.

I can see it in your eyes.

You promised Abby.

Well, that was then.

-Things have changed. You promised.

Justin, who gives a fuck?

Just come inside.

She's back to her old self.

That's because she's got you.

We've all got you.

You're so strong.

I don't know what I'd do without you, Abby.

I don't feel strong.

Hey.

-What? -You disagreeing with me?

Boo.

Not funny, Lex.

What're you doing?

Just thirsty.

What're youse two whispering about?

Nothing.

You should get some rest.

Okay.

Well, sleep tight.

Yup.

What the fuck, Abby?

What?

What are you doing here?

I was worried.

I came to check on you, you were stirring.

Mumbling all sorts.

I thought I'd better stay in case you were having a nightmare.

Well, I'm awake now.

Okay.

So...

How are you?

I mean, really.

Oh, you mean the baby?

I wanted to ask before, but I wasn't sure.

You never...

said anything.

It didn't make it.

Too much blood loss and the cold...

Oh, Lex...

I'm so sorry.

I'm so so sorry, I really am.

Do the guys know?

No.

Let's keep it to ourselves, yeah?

Women's business.

Well, shall we serve breakfast?

I'll be down in a sec.

As you know, Miss Rowan,

we've been looking for Adam Reilly,

but I'm afraid I have to tell you he died a couple of years ago.

How?

Car accident in New Zealand.

Was it his mother who told you that?

Because she'd be lying.

She always lied for him.

Miss Rowan, I know it's not what you want to hear.

I know you thought he would have answers.

I would know if Adam Reilly were dead.

He's the only one who knows

what happened to my little girl.

And as a mother, I would know.

It isn't true.

We're still waiting on official records.

It could take weeks.

Months even.

He got to grow up,

move away,

move on with his life.

He must've forgotten all about them.

Well, that's an hour of my life

I'm never getting back.

I bet you loved it really.

Another walk?

You sure you're feeling well enough?

Don't I seem much better?

For fuck's sake.

Can't we just go back to being normal now?

We just want you to be safe.

Well, if it makes you feel better,

I will grab a horsewhip from upstairs,

and douse myself in Rafe's cologne. No one will come near me.

Fancy meeting you here.

You got out on your own then?

How's it going in there?

Well, they're definitely hiding something.

They're on edge.

Hiding it, but they're not all happy she's home.

No suspicion, though, from what I've seen.

But don't drop your guard.

You may have passed the first few days,

no slip-ups, no bumps at the start.

From now on, we meet here

whenever Lexie goes on a walk, okay?

So what have you got so far?

Daniel's king of touchy-feely.

Rafe and Justin have their own thing going on.

Abby doesn't want the boys knowing about the baby.

I get the feeling she's worried it's Daniel's.

Well, let's see if you get any nighttime knocks

before the DNA results come back.

Don't worry.

You've got your pussing wound as an excuse.

Jesus, Frank.

Where are we with Lexie's identity?

Uncle's search came back with nothing, so we've gone into

national missing persons cases, bloody millions of them.

That'll take a while.

Okay.

All right, what else?

Abby's just as we thought.

She'd do anything for Daniel.

But she's smarter than he thinks.

She doesn't trust him completely.

I think I can get to her.

Good.

Well, now we know their weaknesses,

what's your plans with Danny boy?

He's hard to read.

Thinks he has them all like puppets on a string.

We break the others,

we get to him.

Divide and conquer.

That's the plan.

Okay.

Look after yourself.

See you tomorrow.

I shouldn't be encouraging you.

Why?

What's Daniel said now?

Just get the feeling that he's, erm...

concerned.

Oh, Rafe.

He'll go mad.

Oh, fuck it. He's mad anyway.

Kept saying the police were lying

and you never made it to the hospital.

All the while, Justin's cooking giant stews and cakes and...

Abby's planting bulbs for spring,

and arranging her dolls like a lunatic.

Daniel's ranting about you being dead.

And that's right after we'd seen you.

We'd seen you.

Why the hell would he think that?

He's fucking lost it.

All of them.

So why don't you just fuck off then?

I thought about it.

I thought about a lot of things.

Don't tell him about the...

There's a lot I don't tell Daniel.

You fucking little bastards!

Peter!

Jamie!

Come back! Peter!

Lexie.

Jesus.

Special delivery.

Contract and payment.

I don't do this for just anyone.

Thought you were gonna call.

I had to dump the phone 'cause some fucker kept ringing it out.

Some wanker detective.

He's been all around the village and the office.

Pain in me hole.

Oh, poor you.

Having to change your number.

I got fucking stabbed.

Yeah, I know.

So...

We're still on?

While you were in hospital, I got everything sorted.

That one is cleared.

It's yours when you want it.

Just need you to sign.

Changed my mind.

I want more.

But we agreed.

Seller's market.

300.

Not possible.

Tell your boss no deal then.

Offer expires soon.

Greedy bitch.

Tick tock.

I can see why someone stabbed ya.

He's charming.

Did you recognize him?

No.

He'll be back though. Quite sure of that.

Lexie was selling him something big.

Looks like an offshore account.

I'll pass it to O'Neill. See if there's anything to trace.

We can't meet here anymore.

Well, this will cheer you up.

DNA results are back from the lab.

Turns out Danny boy isn't

our baby daddy after all.

And neither is Justin.

Rafe.

I keep saying we should sort those boxes.

Who knows what we'll find.

I'll guess. Some more junk?

Excuse me?

That junk's been in my family for generations.

Is this gonna be us for the rest of our lives?

Eating dinner,

shitting on about antiques

till we're old and grey and dribbling.

Just this?

Do you have anything else in mind?

I don't know, it just seems...

boring all of a sudden.

Everything's the same.

Never switching things up.

Well...

At least they can put onion in the stew

more than once a year now.

I guess it doesn't really make you gag after all.

Think the antibiotics are...

doing weird things in my mouth.

I thought it was the texture you didn't like.

Oh, you should see your faces.

I was having you on.

I was fucking with you this whole time.

Which way did he go?

Prick. I'll kill him.

-Did you get him? I think he's hiding.

Can't say I blame him.

He knows he's outnumbered.

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.

You know what my ancestors used to do

with peasants that slipped out of line.

He's moving!

Get him!

Hurry!

Jesus, Lexie. Be careful!

You'll hurt yourself!

Daniel, don't!

What the hell were you thinking?

I was thinking I needed my grandfather's gun.

Because that bastard could've been the one who stabbed Lexie.

He could've been trying to hurt one of us again.

Lexie, did he hurt, uh...

It's nothing. I'm fine.

Back to your old self.

What did he throw anyway?

Here's the rock.

There's something Sellotaped to it.

Oh, my God.

Actual torch-bearing villagers?

Awesome.

We should call the police.

Are you insane?

They could arrest you, Daniel.

-For what? -The gun.

What gun?

I can't go through that again.

We'd be handing them a suspect.

What, we call detective Mackey,

or what about the other one? O'Neill?

What do you think, Lex?

I can't stand Mackey. He hates us.

O'Neill was nicer.

Then we're all agreed.

We left everything the way it was for you, Detective.

Needless to say,

it would've been better if you had just called us.

Yeah.

I wanted to get a good look at him.

Given the recent circumstances.

All the more reason it was a bleeding stupid thing to do.

Chasing after him in the dark.

He attacked us.

Can't you see?

So did any of you get a look then?

We know he was from the village.

He had stubble.

I felt it.

And I scratched him right across the neck, so...

He'll have marks.

That was pretty reckless of you.

Just trying to be helpful, Detective.

We'll give you a call when we find him.

In the meantime, it might bean idea to lay low.

Stay out of the village.

Thank you, Detective.

What about chorizo?

Haven't had chorizo in ages.

Do you think the house is all right?

Shouldn't one of us have stayed?

-You know, just in case. -Oh, calm down, Justin.

They won't actually burn it down.

Chocolate. That's what we need.

I'll come with you.

Your favorite.

Kept loads of them at home while you were gone.

I wanted to bring them to the hospital

but they wouldn't let us, so...

Rafe ate them all instead.

Sounds about right.

I hated the idea of you there.

All on your own, no one to talk to.

-Shit. Here!

Here, you!

I knew it was you!

Where the fuck have you been now, huh?

Here. I'm talking to you!

-You've got the wrong person. -No, I haven't.

You said you were gonna help me.

You said you were gonna do something.

And you just left me, left me all alone...

I don't know who you are.

Fuck you, you don't know who I am.

Are you fucking thick or something?

What?

Let me make this clearer.

Fuck off.

Fuck you!

Fuck you, you stuck up little bitch!

Do I have to repeat meself?

I'm having a baby.

And people keep on fucking hitting me!

Everything okay?

Sorry.

Just someone I used to deal to.

She can't get into her head I don't do it anymore.

Come on.

Hi, Cassie.

Holly.

So, you're a unicorn?

Yeah.

It's her choice.

What? To come to a stakeout?

Ah, she's fine.

Here. Put your homework away, love.

Get back on your computer game, okay? That's a good girl.

Villager with the brick is John Naylor, a local pisshead.

Says he got those scrapes coming off his bike.

Which is currently a better excuse than I've got for the DPP.

You're saying you never got into a punch-up

when you were in the field?

I'm just checking you're not losing yourself.

I want you to come in tomorrow.

O'Neill's gonna have another go at him. Push the stabbing.

Could be useful to have you there.

Come in through the side door.

Keep your head down, okay?

Why haven't we found her yet?

We have to find out who Lexie really was.

I won't have her buried as a Jane Doe.

All right, calm down. I told you, we're looking.

You know she's gonna hate you

by the time she's 13, right?

See ya, Holly.

Uh-huh.

But we were all there.

Yeah, why is it just her?

Did they ever say why they only wanted to see you?

Not all of us.

I guess they wanna see if I recognize him.

If it helps me remember anything about the stabbing.

Hmm.

Bye.

Bye. Bye.

Well, I suppose it could've been him.

He was at this all of yesterday.

Mr. Naylor.

It's clear to me there's bad feeling

between Glenskehy and those up in the house.

I can't say I blame them.

Tearing into someone attacking their house.

Their home.

-What did they do to deserve that?

It's what they stand for.

Them, up there, the Marches.

Livin' like that while the rest of us suffer.

So a rock through the window is your best solution?

Or better still...

Burn the place down.

We have a chance to live better.

They're the ones blockin' the motorway,

blockin' our chance to earn some decent money.

They're just a bunch of students.

But you hated them, didn't ya?

And you have a habit of hanging those lanes

after a few drinks.

Suppose one night, you bring a knife with ya,

you see Lexie Mangan out on one of her walks.

Shame on you.

They whistle,

and you come runnin' like a good, little dog.

Treatin' me like a criminal

when they're the ones pulling the gun on me.

Now, whatever criminals you're looking for,

they're in that house.

A gun?

If there's a gun in that house,

you know I'm gonna have to report it.

And that means pulling you out.

So are you telling me there's a gun?

No, Frank.

There's no gun.

Where is Mackey?

Submitting his audition tape for X Factor.

I need you to do something.

Piss off.

Sam.

Can you check on Alannah Shorey for me?

Please.

What you do to her this time?

Just...

Promise you'll check on her, okay?

What the hell are you doing, Cassie?

He has an alibi.

My guy just confirmed it.

Night of the murder, he was in a bust-up down the local.

Got locked in the tank until morning.

What about the gun?

Yeah, a nice, little story to wiggle his way out of an assault charge.

You searched that whole house top to bottom, didn't ya?

Yeah?

Just to be safe, you get yours back on ya, okay?

At all times, no exceptions, you hear me?

I don't care where you have to stash it.

Yes, boss.

Well, off you go.

We're getting close now.

Won't be too long till you're back here for good, okay?

If anything happens to her,

anything...

I'll fucking kill you.

Said he wasn't the one who stabbed me.

He had an alibi or something.

They just were asking all these questions.

Like what?

How he got the scratches on his neck,

how many of us were chasing him,

thought they were gonna charge me with assault.

I told you this would happen!

Did they mention the gun?

No.

Do you think we should get rid of it just in case?

But he can't have said anything.

You think that's it?

They're gonna let us live in peace now?

She's right. We need to fucking get rid of that thing!

No. It's mine.

Calm down, Rafe.

Why do you always get to decide everything?

Always telling me what to do.

Who put you in charge?

Who made you the fucking king?

Oh, Christ, Justin. Don't start that again.

Flinching like a kicked kid!

When're you gonna grow a fucking pair, hmm?

Don't talk to me like that.

What?

What was that?

You mumbling, stammering twat!

I said don't talk to me like that.

-That's all. Just don't.

Or what?

What puts me in charge,

what makes me king...

to use your own phrase,

is the fact that I'm not unraveling.

I'm thinking with clarity.

And I'm gonna handle it.

Like I always do.

So put a leash on yourself, Rafe.

You fucking prick!

-Rafe, that's enough!

It's okay.

It's all right.

We should be angry.

But not with each other.

Now maybe that lowlife didn't stab Lexie,

but it doesn't mean one of his friends couldn't have.

I say we go down to the village.

We show them that we're not afraid.

You up for that?

Always.

Evening, all.

So good to be back.

Don't worry.

We know you don't like to serve us,

so we brought our own.

But could we trouble you for an ice bucket?

Please?

Can't we just sit down?

We shouldn't be here. I don't like being here.

Well, hello.

Fancy seeing you here.

Who's your friend?

Did you

tell him I gave you those?

The fuck you looking at?

A toast.

To all of you.

What lovely neighbors you are.

Always one for an entrance.

I'm going for a fag.

...6D.

16548...

Justin, just wait, will you?

Lexie, what're you doing?

Just lighting up, give me a second.

Well, keep an eye on him.

I'm going to get another drink.

What's the matter with you?

I'm not going back in there.

What are you so afraid of, Justin?

I'm the one who got stabbed, not you.

Still doesn't make sense to me, you know?

I'm sure they fucking hate us in there,

but stabbing me?

None of those old fools have it in them.

You know what the guards told me

when I was at the station?

They said Daniel once tried to kill someone.

Did you know that?

-What? -When he was 17.

But the whole thing's just weird.

Did you really not notice I didn't come home that night?

Justin, you can tell me.

I just wanna know what happened to me.

This place is dead.

Let's go home.

Did you get lost on the way to double Maths?

Um, is Detective Reilly here?

Cheers.

Do a number plate trace.

Detective Reilly.

I came as soon as I could, um...

We nicked the shoplifting gang yesterday.

Yeah, they scored like,

1,000 euros worth of stuff in under two hours, gifts and...

I was going back through the footage

where they hit, look.

Yeah, I didn't see it at first, then I saw the paint cans.

That's him. Finally.

I knew it!

I knew that was Shane Waters the second I saw him!

What was that?

You found Shane Waters?

Well, fuck me sideways.

I don't know you, but I love you.

No, seriously, I fucking do.

He's right, you know?

Well done, Phelan.

O'Neill.

Get a look at this beauty.

All right. Come on, Quigley.

We gotta go.

Good news, sir.

We found Shane Waters.

He's alive.

He's still here in Dublin.

So this is our star witness?

Well, let the plods get on to it.

We'll see what state he's in when they find him.

He's gonna be the key, sir. I can feel it.

It's still just speculation, Reilly.

Where are you with that check Mackey got us from out mystery caller?

I just read O'Neill's reports, sir.

It's foreign banks,

endless holding companies. It's a paper trail to nowhere!

Yeah, well, let's keep pushing it, huh?

You know, there better be something

from that shit show Mackey's running.

Everybody thinks he's Billy Big Bollocks

'cause he gets results.

But he's dangerous. He cuts corners,

gets people killed.

Good officers, friends of mine.

You should've talked her out of it.

Maddox.

The whole thing.

Maddox is a survivor.

Let the fun begin.

Come with us.

You gonna introduce me to your friend, Heather?

What?

-Fuck off. -What the fuck?

Go on, then.

Lexie?

Rafe's doing his punch

and we're all getting ludicrously drunk.

Come on.

Be there in a sec.

Sorry we didn't wait for ya.

For you, my dear.

I've been thinking, there's something I need to tell you.

What is it?

I wanna do right by you, Abby.

I didn't before and...

Then I almost died.

It's for the best that I lost the baby.

I think it would've been very painful for you.

Not at all.

Daniel would've been so happy.

We all would've been.

Hey, let's get the party started.

Jesus, Rob!

Bastard.

I am done with you.

I'm done with you, Rob.

-Do you hear me?

I mean it this time.

Don't come home.

We're so happy.

-We're all so happy.

Give me a smile.

Whoa, whoa.

Who the fuck

are you?