Original subtitles

Student card identifies her as Alexandra Mangan.

Garda there says her friends called her Lexie.

The stabbing in Glenskehy is potentially linked to Katy in Knocknaree,

and Maddox is working that case now.

Thank God you're home.

What's your plans with Danny boy?

He thinks he has them all like puppets on a string.

If we break the others, we get to him.

Detective Reilly, I came as soon as I could.

It's Shane Waters. He's alive.

So this is our star witness?

You should've talked her out of it.

Cassie... come back.

Who are you?

Uniform Zulu 6-7, Garda Cassie Maddox.

Requiring urgent assistance, on foot on Frederick Street,

heading towards Stephen's Green.

Received, 6-7.

If I leave it in,

you'll stand a chance.

Come in, 6-7.

But if I take it out...

Oh...

Snagged on a rib a bit there, didn't I?

A number of units are on their way...

There now, Lexie,

or whatever your name is.

There now.

6-7, are you...

Oh fuck.

You brought me a stalk. I'm so touched.

Yeah, I only meant to have one.

When do I get my place in Murder?

Do you know how many jobs an undercover can do in Ireland?

Two.

If you were in America or in Australia,

you could be undercover your whole career.

But on this tiny country, you get known.

Two jobs.

You got one left.

Murder.

That's the deal.

Come on, you're breaking my heart.

I feel rejected.

Okay, all right.

When you agree to trauma counselling.

I said I don't need it. I'm not traumatized.

You don't agree, you don't pass the psych assessment.

You wouldn't have to do it, so I don't see why I should have to.

But I did do it.

Yeah.

Sat in a room with a big box of tissues

on the table in case I, um, broke down.

I said I trusted their process

and was feeling stronger week by week.

I even shed a manly tear.

So you do the same.

You be a good little maniac.

You go to the counselling, you tell them a story,

you let them tick their boxes.

Or they'll put you in admin forever.

Okay?

I'm trusting the process.

Feeling stronger week by week.

And every day, I'm just overwhelmed

with how lucky I am to have made it.

I'm just so happy

to still be living.

*DUBLIN MURDRES* Season 01 Episode 07

*DUBLIN MURDRES* Episode Title :"Episode 1.7"

Sync corrections by srjanapala

What did you give her?

Enough. She's out cold.

All right, put your back into it, will you?

She keeps slipping.

Oh, oh!

What if you're wrong?

I'm not.

You can't fake how you kiss.

It's like a fingerprint.

What are you doing?

Proving it.

There's nothing there.

That's not nothing.

It's not new, it's not recent.

It's an old scar.

It's still proof.

It's not her.

I said it from the start. It's not Lexie.

Try this again, Rafe?

Take her legs.

Rafe!

Do you know a Jonathan Devlin, Mr. Andrews?

He ran the campaign "Move the Motorway."

I've heard of him, yeah.

The father of that poor little girl.

Katy. Her name was Katy.

Died from blunt force trauma and suffocation.

And she knew it was happening.

Struggled. Horrific.

Mr. Devlin made some very serious allegations

about land fraud and financial corruption.

There's always people who resist progress.

Who needs a motorway

that goes from nowhere to nowhere?

Rural development.

We're building a modern, forward-facing future for this country.

It's not about private individuals

buying up land using taxpayers' money?

Absolutely not.

Did you ever make intimidatory phone calls to Jonathan Devlin?

No.

You never had any contact with him?

No.

Mr. Andrews, Terence...

Can I call you Terry?

You kept the same mobile number

you used to call Jonathan Devlin.

You kept using it.

The same number? My dude...

how is someone as pig-shit thick as you

allowed out on your own?

I want you to repeat this after me.

Slowly and clearly for the tape.

"That's a lovely daughter you've got there, Jonathan.

"Talented, too.

"Shame if anything were to happen to her."

If you could repeat those words, Mr. Andrews,

then we can play the tape to Jonathan Devlin

and he can identify you as the man

who threatened him and his daughter.

His 13-year-old murdered daughter, Katy.

I'm not saying anything until my lawyer gets here.

Try and get some sleep.

You're gonna need a clear head.

Poor little girl.

You poor thing.

You poor little girl.

Get the fuck away from my baby.

Shane.

Your little girl, Jonny.

Your poor little girl.

And it's our fault.

We raised a darkness.

There's no such thing.

That little boy with the blood in his shoes.

Those two other children, and now your Katy.

The Garda are looking for you.

This detective

keeps asking about back then.

When you smashed your face up.

He keeps asking why.

And Cathal says if he sees you again,

he'll leave you in a ditch.

I'd believe him, too.

That's your problem right there, Jonny.

You always believe Cathal.

How long will you be staying?

Am I in the way?

No, it's just...

You've never stayed before.

Well, I've never been kicked out

of my flat before.

Why did she kick you out?

Oh, I don't know.

Inadequate sexual technique.

Are you trying to shock me?

Are you shocked?

No.

Oh, thank fuck for that.

Wouldn't want to start off on the wrong foot.

I'm going for a shower.

It's been interesting watching you dream.

What did you give me?

Ketamine...

and Rohypnol.

It's just water.

Need to pee.

What's your name?

Cassie Maddox.

Detective Garda Cassie Maddox.

You've had some texts

from your tutor.

But that's not your tutor, though, is it?

- No. - No.

Detective Mackey, I reckon.

He'll be expecting a response from you

to let him know you're okay. What do I tell him?

He won't be expecting an answer.

Okay.

Good.

I'll make some coffee and...

we can discuss the options.

That would be sensible.

It's my friends.

You know?

I have to take care of my friends.

Daniel, no!

Please, please!

Please don't hurt me, please.

That's my gun.

God. Oh, God, please.

Abby, it's all right, it's all right.

Just tell him.

You think I'm fucking stupid?

He won't be expecting an answer?

Tell me what I text him.

- Abby, just keep looking at me. - Please.

Tell me right now,

what I text him to keep him away!

Text him and say I'm researching

and I'll be in touch in a couple of days.

- Fucking liar! - That's the truth.

I promise.

Take the gun away from her head, please.

Okay.

- Ow. - Sorry.

- Okay? - Mmm-hmm.

Well done.

Your gun,

my house.

Mine!

I know every inch of it.

Come on.

Unless you want to piss in the corner.

I've got a sighting of Shane Waters for you.

At the old bonding warehouse down at the docks.

Well, they didn't know his name.

But they did recognize him from the description of his jacket.

You look busy.

Terence Andrews is in the cells,

sweating and panicking.

It's a beautiful sight.

I wasn't talking to you.

I was talking to O'Neill.

Detective O'Neill, I'd like you to give me

an update on your progress

on the land fraud investigation.

Not Quigley.

You.

You don't want to do this today.

Or any other day.

No, I really do.

This is the day I want to do it.

- What's going on? - I screwed Maddox.

But you knew that, Quigley.

You've been bitching about it for long enough.

But poor O'Neill was in love with her.

So now he's all cheated and betrayed and sad.

Have I got it about right?

Shit. Oh, shit.

Say your piece, you must be choking on it by now.

Let's hear you, big man,

then we can have a gentleman's handshake.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Oh, is that it?

Is that all?

Pushing and shoving? I can do that all day.

Not here, for fuck's sake, not here.

Oh, come on, you've got more than that.

Break my jaw or something,

my ribs, I should be spitting out teeth.

Knock me out.

Jesus, Reilly, what's the matter with you? Just piss off.

You know what she told me?

When she woke up at hospital

after being stabbed, she was disappointed

to still be alive.

You were the consolation prize

for breathing, for still having a pulse.

So come on...

Right here.

Unleash the fucking beast, O'Neill.

Do it.

Do it.

Are you on meth?

And you, not a single word about this.

What happens in Vegas, right?

Vegas?

Stays in Vegas.

- Gobshite. - I'm sorry.

What was that about sightings?

Shane Waters.

We have him spotted two nights ago down by...

Let's get out of here.

Where?

We'll go to Mallin-Davis.

Tell them their man is in the cells

and in need of legal advice.

Let's be a right pair of bastards, huh?

Rattle some bones, see what happens.

Come on, Sam.

Listen to your partner for once.

Don't be scared.

I'm gonna take care of everything.

You feel better?

I thought you might want these.

Did you go inside my clothes

and remove my bandage?

I had to show them.

He said there'd be nothing there,

but there is.

A scar, on you.

A coincidence.

Shall we?

- Go on. - Be careful.

I know what I'm doing.

Where's your grandfather's gun, Daniel?

Safe.

Hello.

I thought we agreed

you were gonna have a sleep.

No, you suggested I have a sleep,

but... I thought it was a better idea

to get absolutely shit-faced instead.

Go.

What do we call you?

Cassie.

Or Detective Maddox, it's up to you.

Oh, this is just fantastic.

So, what's the plan, Dan?

What's the strategy, master tactician?

We're all going to be fine.

Oh, amazing.

Amazing.

Bring on the dancing girls.

Pizza for everyone.

We are all going to be fine.

How?

You're agitated.

You need a cup of tea?

- I don't want a cup of sodding tea. - Justin.

Okay.

Listen, listen, listen.

This is what we do.

We pack...

Just a few things, we travel light.

We go to Cork airport,

or Knock, that's tiny, it's just nuns there.

And then we get the first flight out.

First flight, anywhere.

I'll buy the tickets.

Okay, and what about her?

Just tie her up.

Lock her in the cellar again.

We'll leave you food.

Thanks.

How long have we got

until someone starts looking for her?

A few days.

Unless she's lying.

I thought you were gonna shoot Abby in the head.

I wasn't going to risk that.

A few days. Well,

when we're out of here,

we can call the Garda

and tell them exactly where she is.

And by that time, we could be anywhere.

Anywhere we want

because, you know, prison...

That is not on my trajectory.

So?

Probably best to wait till it gets dark.

So no-one can watch us leave.

Yeah. I suppose.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Justin, the tea.

You good?

Yes.

What's this for?

We're going to play a little game.

Just to pass the time.

It's called Truth or Dare.

The truth about what?

The fact that you're a sociopathic bitch

that came in here to ruin us.

Sit down.

I'm looking for a man.

Wears a road mender's jacket.

Have you seen him?

Shane?

Don't worry. It's okay, little boy.

It's okay, little boy. Let go.

Let go.

What do you reckon Terry will do

when he finds out his employers deny he exists?

Cry?

Twenty says he shits himself.

Literally shits. And then cries.

You're on.

He's mine.

No, he isn't.

Follow.

Piss off, son.

Anything more than three shakes is a wank.

I said piss off.

He has an alibi

for the date of both murders.

He's no longer a suspect.

That motorway is rotten.

- Sir. - Sir, it's rotten.

The construction company is rotten and all the money is rotten.

Well, then it's a case for Fraud and Corruption,

which is where your work has gone.

Gone?

- Sir. - Sir.

Gone. It's very good work.

Meticulous, but it's not murder

and in my department, we work murder.

So your work, your files are gone.

Did someone call you?

- Sir. - Sir.

I get calls all the time, O'Neill.

It's part of my job.

Look at me.

I'm trussed up like a pig's breakfast.

I'm going to a reception,

I'm giving a keynote speech about

policing modern Ireland during a boom time.

It's also part of my job.

Your job is to follow the evidence

and apprehend the killer

of Katy Devlin in Knocknaree.

Is that understood? Say, "Yes, sir."

Yes, sir.

- O'Neill? - Yes, sir.

Good.

Now you can both piss off.

Shane? Shane Waters?

I've been looking for you for such a long time.

I'm Detective Sergeant Reilly.

I'm investigating the death of Katy Devlin at Knocknaree.

You're not in any trouble, I promise.

But I really need to speak to you

about what happened in the woods in 1985.

Can we talk?

Because you have no idea

how important you are to me.

You probably don't know it, but you're the key.

We-we have to talk. Let me get you coffee.

I'll get you whatever you need,

so you-you can talk to me.

Adam.

It's you.

What?

No.

I was so frightened for you.

You've got it- you've got it wrong.

I'm, I'm not...

So frightened for you,

and here you are.

Oh, Adam.

Adam.

Adam, no!

No!

And what was your objective?

Coming into this house, into our lives.

Attrition,

sedition,

depose the King.

What does that mean?

Psychologically destroy you.

Set you against each other.

Tear you apart.

Well, you didn't achieve that.

You don't understand anything about us at all.

My main objective

was to find out which one of you

murdered Lexie Mangan.

Did you know she was pregnant

when she was stabbed?

When she bled to death.

Wasn't she, Abby?

She didn't want you to know.

Didn't want you upset.

Attrition, sedition...

You're gonna have to work a lot harder than that.

Thank you for thinking of me.

- I'm sorry. - Don't be sorry.

I think it's just sunk in that she's dead.

Actually dead.

Yeah.

Do her-her family know?

We don't know who her family are,

or where they are.

Wouldn't you just look up her name?

It wasn't her name.

She's a Jane Doe.

Lexie Mangan is a name I made up.

An identity for a previous assignment.

Oh, so you've done this before.

Slink into people's lives like a virus.

Make them like you,

make them trust you.

You're a cheat, Detective Maddox.

Yeah, I am.

You've absolutely nailed me.

I'm a cheat.

Cheat friends,

cheat people who care about me.

Cheat death.

Keep waiting for it to catch up with me but...

it hasn't.

Yet.

Ooh,

is it going to catch up with me tonight, Daniel?

Waving my gun around?

Big man, yourself.

- Mmm. - We all cheat

and lie to make people like us and trust us,

and you're the fucking worst.

You needy motherfucker.

- No, he isn't. - Oh, come on!

Look at the people he surrounds himself with.

Look at you.

Any moment Rafe spends sober is unbearable to him,

and by the way you, uh...

You weren't the father of Lexie's baby.

He was.

Bollocks was I.

DNA tests on the fetus.

You're the daddy, Rafe.

Not that it matters,

it's as dead as she is.

It's okay, Rafe.

It's okay.

Friends share and Lexie made that easy.

"Friends share"?

How do you think Abby feels about that?

She loves you, Daniel.

And you're balls deep in another woman.

That's cruel.

I don't mind, I understand.

I can hear you crying.

- No, you can't. - I know Abby loves me,

and I love her.

We don't own each other.

Says the man who owns this house

and all the people in it.

We all own this house.

Until someone tries to leave it.

You gave it to them, but it's not a gift,

it's a noose.

Tying them to you.

These broken children you need to make yourself feel whole.

You needy, needy, needy motherfucker.

Don't talk to him like that!

You never told them about the boy

you tried to kill when you were seventeen.

Why did you do that?

What did he do to you?

They don't believe you, Cassie.

But keep trying.

I told Justin.

He didn't seem surprised.

Perhaps he knows you've got it in you.

Huh?

Justin?

Justin, it's okay.

Mate...

I know you're in a lot of pain right now.

You have been for a while.

You don't know what to think.

Tell her how Lexie died.

Hmm?

It's hurting you.

I hate when things hurt you.

Take her into the kitchen.

Tell her, okay?

I want you to have some peace.

Okay?

It's okay.

Go on.

I was going to check for Shane.

Any luck? Or...

Just did, no one there.

I think we need to try other towns and other cities.

You want the same alert going out?

His name and the road mender's jacket?

Well, that's all we've got.

Yeah, um...

I was getting dinner ready.

And I told her I knew what she was doing.

I knew

that she was selling her part of the house.

Leaving us.

She ran out of the house and...

I followed her, I...

I didn't even think about still having the knife.

I caught her in the alley and I begged her not to leave.

And sh-she said I-I should come with her

because I was invisible to all of them.

Abby couldn't see anyone but Daniel.

Daniel only saw me

when I put food in front of him,

and Rafe only saw me

when his cock was in my mouth.

Then I...

I put the knife in her.

I-I didn't even realize I'd done it.

I...

I-I just, I w...

I wanted her to stop saying it because it was all true.

I really miss her.

She made me laugh.

And there was a baby.

Oh, God.

Justin...

I am not going to abandon you.

I'll speak for you in court.

It means something, you know...

confessing.

I need your help.

I need to know who she was.

It fucks with you.

Seeing someone who looks almost exactly like you.

How did you meet?

No way! Lexie!

It's Justin.

We had a couple of seminars together, in first year.

Yeah.

Of course, Justin. Sorry.

I-I heard your parents put you in a rehab.

That's rough.

Yeah, a bit.

Clean and serene now, though.

So great to see you again.

But she hadn't seen me again...

because the Lexie I recognized

from the seminars was you.

Undercover.

Yeah.

Are you going back to Trinity?

If I can.

I'm sure you can.

Just go to registrations,

say, "I'm Lexie Mangan,

"I-I'm back, bitches."

Maybe not the bitches bit.

Justin, the tattoo on her wrist,

the circle,

what was that about?

She said, "Only a madwoman or a genius

"can draw a freehand circle.

"Take your pick which one I am."

I never wanted to leave her in that cottage.

Never.

But suddenly, everything was decided

and cleaned up.

Daniel.

He said everything would be all right.

That we could all go on like normal.

But it never was normal...

and all right.

Justin, I need to get you all out of here.

Daniel is planning something.

- Where did he put his grandfather's gun?

He said he put it somewhere safe.

I think maybe he might have given it to Abby.

He calls her his safe place.

And obviously, he was a graduate.

You feel better, Justin?

Of course, he is.

We're all feeling better.

In fact, this doesn't need to get messy.

No one needs to panic

or leave the country.

I mean, we were all just trying to protect him.

Seriously, you are doing this now?

Yes.

I'm going with her.

So, I'm tidying up.

You're not gonna do it, you never do.

It was a spur-of-the-moment thing

and... we just wanted to protect Justin.

He's vulnerable.

Daniel...

Where's the key for the back door?

Somewhere.

You can't go.

I don't want you to.

We stick together.

That's the pledge we all made to each other.

You took an oath.

You can't break that now.

It's just something you say.

No!

No, it's not just something I said!

It's something we said!

We said that and we meant it!

You said those words to me!

Fucking said that to me!

We said them to each other!

The other gun, the old revolver.

Have you got it?

You shut the fuck up!

What are you doing?

You're not going to shoot me.

- No? - No.

You're gonna shoot them.

And then yourself.

Four bodies shot with my gun

and me left to deal with it.

Why did you try and kill that boy at school, Daniel?

What had he done to you?

He didn't want to be my friend anymore.

Let him go.

Let him go. It can just be us.

Just us two.

Doesn't work if it's just us two.

Never did!

Daniel!

Rafe!

You crazy bastard!

On your knees! Stop!

- Stop! - Put your hands in the air!

Do not move!

Do not move!

Don't struggle, it'll hurt.

On your knees.

Why did you come here?

- We were happy until you came here. - On the floor.

Abby, lie on the floor!

Hands behind your back, eyes closed.

Don't get up till you're told.

Justin, keep her still.

- Yeah. - Daniel!

You lied.

It's what I do.

Drop the weapon.

Drop it, Daniel.

Drop it, Daniel!

Imagine if you and Lexie had met each other,

face-to-face.

Do you know what happens

when doppelgangers meet each other?

The world ends.

Put your hands above your head.

Shit, shit, shit.

Cart over there please, will you?

Thank you.

I knew something was wrong.

They're not going to Dublin.

I'll process them somewhere more discreet.

Because it's a mess.

It's not that much of a mess.

Bit of a...

creative spin for your report, and it's a roaring success.

I made a mistake.

I was careless.

I should have been more cautious about what I drank, but...

I wasn't.

Well, no one needs to know that.

Creative spin, Cass.

Don't send in your report until we've talked, okay?

I'll get someone to take you home.

Good job, by the way.

Nerves of steel, man.

Yeah, good job.

Peter, Jamie.

Peter?

Where'd you go?

Where have you been?

Come on. You're always the last.

Come on.

Keep up, Adam!

Run, Adam, or they'll get you!

Wait for me!

You never wait!

Peter? Jamie?

Wait.

Peter!

Jamie!

Come back.

Peter? Jamie?

Jamie?

Peter?

Where are you? Come back.

Peter?

Jesus Christ, son! You nearly fell in.

Come away, you could have drowned.

Come home.

Come-come home with me.

Wake up, son! For Christ's sake, wake up!

You might have glass in your feet.

Need to clean them.

You should never have gone back to Knocknaree.

Telling people you were dead in a car crash,

out in the street, shouting their names,

and your clothes smell of petrol and burning.

What have you been doing?

What does Cassie say about this?

I don't know. She's gone.

Gone where?

You've done to her what you do to everyone.

What do I do?

You freeze them out.

You go cold.

I don't know how it happens.

I had this sweet, loving little boy.

Now you're this cold, cold man.

You don't know how it happens?

Even when your dad was dying,

and he wanted you to take his hand

and just hold it,

hold it while he died,

and you couldn't even do that.

And I don't know you.

I don't recognize you.

How could you not have held your dad's hand?

You put me

in a fucking boarding school in a different country.

I didn't know a single fucking soul

and you left me there.

You left me there with strangers.

How the fuck do you expect me to be?

You sound like an Irish man.

We wanted you to have routine.

We didn't know what to do.

I missed my friends.

Oh, I missed them.

Why do you still worship those kids?

They were vicious to you.

- No, they weren't. - Vicious.

I hated you playing with them.

Your dad said it was just kids being kids

and I should cut the apron strings,

but I felt sick watching you go off with them.

You never liked them because you're a snob.

I didn't like them because they were bad kids!

Cruel kids, taunting you for being little,

always running off and leaving you on your own

in those bloody woods.

Laughing at you, and you'd come home crying.

- No, I didn't. - I'd beg you to stay home.

I tried everything to stop you, but you still went,

following them like a little puppy.

Why would you tell me this?

Why would you say this? I don't understand.

Because...

You've remembered us all wrong.

You're trapped in it.

And I don't want you to be trapped.

I don't want your life to be ruined, Adam.

Don't call me that.

First new message.

Cassie, it's Rob. Come back.

I have something I want to tell you.

The caravan's freezing, so we've come back.

Place is a pig-sty.

A disgrace.

You should be ashamed.

We should have rung to warn you, Daddy. I'm sorry.

I'll soon have this sorted out.

You look funny.

We shouldn't have seen that.

But we did. The dirty gits.

We can use it against 'em. Have some fun.

We saw your hairy arseholes!

We saw you doing it, you dirty beasts!

Don't.

Look at you. Wanna be at home

watching your top twenties with your mam?

You're no fun.

That's your problem, Adam.

- You're no fun. - You're no fun.

Such a waste of skin.

Can't leave the place alone, huh?

Do you want one?

Look like you could do with it.

Yeah, thanks.

Tanks on the lawn.

Can't wait to get started.

That's probably the last of those we'll be doing for you.

Right.

Did you find what you were looking for?

No.

Nor did I.

At least we tried.

Gotta count for something, hasn't it?

Trying?

They're a bit stale.

Fine if you dunk it, though.

Advanced digestive process.

So, eaten a good five hours before death.

And a chocolate biscuit.

Initial digestive process.

Whose were these, Mark?

Biscuits? Damien always brought them.

Damien?

Always eating, that boy.

Hollow legs. Why?

Mrs. Donnelly is so sick,

I don't want her house being taken over

until we have to.

Why didn't I look?

This is how he moved the body.

I didn't even look to see if there was a car.

Do you want me to start in here?

Inside.

I know you have a job to do,

but you'll find nothing here.

It's a mistake.

Damien's the best boy in the world, isn't he?

We'll do our best not to disturb you.

Her clothes had been washed and dried.

She had been kept somewhere.

I'm thinking, perhaps...

Ready?

Ready.

Oh, Katy.

Oh, Christ!

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