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But then the weekend and early next week

will be overall mild and unsettled.

Saturday will be quite a wet day

with rain spreading from the west.

Sunday will have bright spells and scattered showers.

You know you don't have to bring that coffee in every day, Oxana.

And pay four euro for the coffee

that tastes of dirty water?

Thanks.

Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm.

- Affair? - Yeah, take them to the client.

See if he wants us to continue the surveillance.

- Sure. - If he does,

you follow her today.

Hey.

- You're late. - Yeah. Sorry, parking.

Kate's doing well, considering the temporal damage

done to her brain in the accident.

- Is it permanent? - It's hard to say.

Outcomes from brain injuries are

notoriously difficult to predict.

And, um, what about the shake in her hand?

Likewise with the nerve damage, we'll just have to wait and see.

It's the thing that irritates her the most.

So, what happens now?

Well, the good news is that after six months with us,

Kate is nearly ready to be discharged.

Um, Kate's care plan.

It smelled in there.

- So, what do you think? - I don't like him. I never have.

I'm not talking about him.

We have to figure out what happens now.

Well, can't we just do what we did when she was a kid?

Will she even be able to get up to town to you at the weekend on her own?

I'll come down for her.

Tadhg hasn't been to visit her for nearly two weeks.

- No loss. - He's still her boyfriend, Val.

I don't know what she sees in him.

She sees the same thing every teenage girl sees in a bad boy.

What's her future gonna be now?

She's resilient, Monica.

Things will be better when she's out of this place.

Tell her I'll be in this evening, will you?

Yeah.

See ya.

See ya.

Kate, where's your mask?

Let's go outside. These masks are doing my head in.

McDonogh's a patronizing dick, isn't he?

He's very pleased with your progress.

He said he'll be discharging you soon.

Yeah, and this?

That will just take time.

How are you getting on otherwise?

Well, I still can't smell anything.

I'm sleeping 14 hours a day.

And my memory is crap so, yeah, the same, Dad.

How about you?

I've stopped smoking.

- Again? - Yeah, well, for good this time.

Mmm.

Where's Mom?

- She'll be coming in later. - Mmm.

Urgh! I hope she doesn't bring Tom with her this time.

- Tom's not so bad. - But that's easy for you to say.

You don't have to live with him.

- How's the nightlife in here? - Oh!

It's out of this world.

- Mrs. Dunne is here to see you. - Who?

You were to call her back.

How are you doing?

Oh. Good day, Mr. Barber.

I'm Lily Dunne.

- My solicitor recommended you. - OK.

My granddaughter, Sara Dunne, is missing.

This should really be a case for the Guards.

- Have they been informed? - Only after I insisted.

Her mother's been in St. Pat's since before lockdown.

She's a drinker, I'm afraid. Sara's father, my son, is dead.

Her stepfather thinks she's just gone on a skite.

Well, to be honest, Mrs. Dunne, like, most of my work, it's, uh,

the insurance, fraud that kind of thing.

You said your solicitor recommended me?

Please, Mr. Barber, I know what you're thinking.

I'm just a fussy old woman

worrying about a misbehaving young girl.

But where would she even go at a time like this?

I know something is wrong.

Well, I suppose I am a believer in intuition.

My rate, it's 50 euro an hour plus expenses.

Well...

Maybe not these days but, uh,

as my late husband always said, cash is king.

Thank you.

So, when was she last seen? Sara Dunne, you said?

Sara. Uh, in her home about four days ago.

And who was the last person to see her?

That would be her stepfather.

Patrick Joseph O'Neill.

Hello, stranger.

Where have you been?

Here and there.

Are you not gonna ask me up?

Yeah, come on.

Come on in.

Come on. Ow!

What's the rush?

The boss is looking for reasons to fire people.

I don't want to give him one.

- See ya. - Yeah.

See ya whenever, yeah?

Who's gonna give them a ticket, huh?

- Not me, anyway. - No, by Jesus, they won't.

- There's no police on this one. - How you doing?

- Ah. - Well.

- Can I get a coffee, please? - Sure.

Thanks.

Days like this make you long for the lockdown.

All the little crims locked up with Mammy.

So, did you hear anything on the, um, Dunne case?

Mmm.

- There you go. - Thank you.

Bit of a step up in the world for you from

catching wives doing the dirty.

Tony Quinn is on it.

You heard he made Inspector?

Well, being on the take's

still no impediment to promotion then?

Anything else?

I asked one of the lads on it.

They're following procedure.

Searched the house, asked around.

According to the stepfather, she has form

at this sort of disappearing act.

Wants it kept on the lowdown.

What about her phone?

- No sign of it. - Bank accounts?

She took a chunk of change out on the 28th but nothing since.

Look, going AWOL after two months of lockdown ain't news.

She'll turn up, mark my words.

Jesus, Johnny, she's only 20. Apart from the Granny,

no one seems too concerned about her at all.

I'd sit tight if I was you.

Nah.

Again?

Does Quinn know that the Dunnes have hired me?

No, he doesn't.

But I did hear the Inspector's brother is back on the beat

in Dublin after a decade in the wilderness.

- Eddie Quinn is back? - Yeah.

Clean and sober by all accounts.

You know...

Even after all this time, I still can't believe

you never told me what went down.

Nothing to tell. We fell out.

Come on, Val.

Christ, it was years ago. You know, just...

fucking drop it.

Touchy.

O'Neill residence, how can I help you?

How you doing? Gardai.

Left something behind during the search last week.

- OK. - Thanks.

Come to the side entrance, sir.

How you doing?

Just remind me where Sara's room is again, will ya?

Thanks.

OK, thanks. Let myself out?

No problem.

Yo, Mr. B.

- Tecky. - What's new in Gotham City?

Were it only as exciting as you think it is.

Beats this. So, what skills does a good detective need?

Don't know. Guesswork, a good pair of shoes.

- Good shoes, huh? - Yeah.

- As soon as you can, yeah? - Yeah.

Cheers.

Jane Devaney?

My name's Val Barber.

I was hired by Sara Dunne's grandmother

to look into her disappearance.

Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?

No, I've already given a statement to the Guards.

The grandmother, she's very worried about her, you know.

Maybe I could buy you a cup of coffee or something?

Look, I can't stay long.

So when did you last see Sara?

Ages ago, like months.

And how long had you two been friends?

Since school.

Can you think of any reason at all

why she might have disappeared?

Did she have a boyfriend?

Yeah.

Mine.

After she slept with my boyfriend, everyone hated her.

Is that why she dropped out of college?

Did she have her own boyfriend?

Ex now.

Cian Kelly.

What about your boyfriend?

- What about him? - Where is he now?

Back living in Cork since the lockdown.

A silver lining of sorts, I suppose.

Do you know how she got on with her parents?

OK with her mom.

- And the stepfather? - She hates his guts.

- Do you know why? - Look.

Mr. Bailey, we stopped talking, OK? End of story.

It's Barber and if you, uh...

If you remember anything, just give me a call, yeah?

OK.

Thanks for your time.

Hi.

There was an incident at the clinic last night.

What happened?

Well, she got upset, then angry.

She wouldn't take her medication.

They had to sedate her.

I don't even know how she is. She refused to see me.

Well, it's the injury, isn't it? They said to expect this.

Kate's always had a temper, Val.

Poor Tom can testify to that.

She still not getting on with Tom?

Well, he's not you, is he?

She's always blamed me for the break-up, Val.

- Why do you always do that? - Do what?

Stand up when things get personal.

It's almost like you're getting ready to run.

I need to get ready if I'm going over to see her.

Thanks for the coffee.

Hey.

What happened?

Tadhg.

He's met someone.

How do you know that?

I'm still logged on to his Facebook. I saw the messages.

He told her he didn't even have a girlfriend.

Hey, don't worry, OK?

Don't worry about that.

- Mr. Barber... - Now you listen to me, you little prick!

Because I'm only going to say this once.

The accident was your fault.

Mr. Barber, it wasn't my fault. All right, this other guy--

You were going too fast!

What... What do you want?

Posting pictures of your new girlfriend

while my Kate is lying in...

I want you to show my daughter some fucking respect!

Yeah? Am I making myself clear?

Am I making myself clear?

Good.

I'll be watching you.

Who is he?

Stepfather. Last person to see her.

You think he's involved?

He hasn't returned any of my calls.

I'm keeping an eye on him.

Watching him.

You never told me why you left.

Police very corrupt.

Not just in Lithuania.

- You go on, I'll close up. - You sure?

Yeah.

You, out.

Would you look at what the cat dragged in.

Valentine Barber, no less.

We received a report of suspicious activity in the area.

Would have thought house calls were well below your rank, Inspector.

I know it was you snooping around O'Neill's house so don't bother denying it.

As a former member, you should know that impersonating

a member of the Garda Siochana is a very serious offense.

Especially if the said perpetrator

- was dismissed from the force. - I resigned.

Like you had any choice.

I have been hired by a member of the Dunne family

to help find Sara.

- Your license? - Seriously?

Seriously.

No, social distancing, Inspector.

Stay out my way if you know what's good for you.

What are you doing here?

Do you fancy a game of pool?

Pool?

You play pool, don't you?

- Now? - Yeah, now.

Why, have you got anything else on?

No.

I just wasn't expecting you.

Gimme a minute.

Here they are.

I need them over here, Pete, if that's OK.

Yeah, thanks.

Lovely.

- What are you even going for? - You'll see now.

Well, I'm glad I called round.

Yeah, sorry, I'm just not very chatty.

Got a lot of shit going on.

Give you a call later maybe?

Yeah, do, yeah.

- Cool. See you soon. - See ya.

- Yo, Mr. B. - Hi.

That phone was wiped clean, even from the clouds.

Whoever owned it was pretty smart.

And...

These two missed calls came in after.

There was no message and there was another no caller ID.

So I'll call you when I trace the no caller ID, yeah?

- Yeah, cool. - Fresh.

- Sale. - Thanks.

Hey, it's Jane. Leave a message.

Thanks a mil.

This is Patrick O'Neill. Leave a message.

Good morning, Mrs. Dunne.

I can't her you. Can you hear me? Press the, uh...

audio button, down the... down the bottom...

On the bottom of the screen.

- Is that better? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Oh! Sara used to help me with this stuff.

I, um... I spoke with everyone on your list.

Not much there, I'm afraid.

I did hear that Sara had gone missing before though.

- From O'Neill, I presume. - Yeah.

Indirectly. I mean, he hasn't returned any of my calls, but...

That's typical of him.

Sara went through a bad patch when she was 16.

What kind of a bad patch?

She did run away a few times.

Any idea why?

Sara had a bad time of it, Mr. Barber.

Losing her father so young.

And her mother's not a well woman.

What was her relationship with O'Neill? What was that like?

Underneath that oily charm, he's a bully.

I wanted Sara to come and live with me,

but she refused to leave her mother.

Is there any way we can speak with her mother?

No, not even family visits are allowed

in the current circumstances.

Sara got herself together in the past few years though.

She's been doing well.

Would you have any idea why she might have wiped her smartphone?

I'm not sure I know what that means.

She stopped using it

and she deleted all the information on it.

Well, I do remember her saying

that she wanted to take a break from all that.

Young people these days, it's a terrible pressure.

Always on. No privacy.

And how did you contact her?

Well, she called me.

I hate this thing. I rarely use it.

Was there anything else?

No. No, that's all for now.

OK, I'll be in touch.

Impressive animal.

You like the gee-gees?

Yeah, I've been known to enjoy the odd flutter.

I like to make a punt myself.

But I like to see them work out a little first.

Oh, it's a pleasure to meet you, Miss...?

Lexie Finnegan.

It's hard to remember.

Or easy to forget.

And what do you do?

I'm a singer.

Mr. O'Neill.

Valentine Barber, private investigator.

- Mrs. Dunne hired me-- - I know who you are.

I was hoping I might be able to have a word with you

about your missing stepdaughter, Sara Dunne.

Contrary to what my nosy mother-in-law might think,

an adult who doesn't want to make contact with you

is not "missing". This is classic Sara.

Now, I trust Inspector Quinn here

doesn't need a second-rate gumshoe

to get to the bottom of this.

I wouldn't have pegged you for an art lover, Inspector Quinn.

Always the smart alec.

- I see you're still at it. - Hmm?

Lover boy...

is a married man with a kid.

Odds on the poor wife hasn't a clue?

Yet.

Tadhg came to see me.

He apologized.

I don't know how he knew I knew.

Well, I ended it. Can't trust him.

Good call.

You look good, Kate.

It's a long time to be missing, right?

Yeah.

What's her friends say?

She doesn't seem to have had a lot of friends.

- Fell out with her best one. - Why?

Slept with her boyfriend, apparently.

Jesus, that's fucked up!

And a hun like her.

She'd have been trolled about that, for sure.

- Hun? - Yeah, hot, rich girl.

Best friend? That's pretty bad.

What was name of the friend?

Jane Devaney.

Do you want me to stalk her?

Yeah.

Yeah, Sara got dropped big time for this.

No pictures of her for months. Who's the ex?

Cian Kelly.

C-I-A-N.

Mm, I found something. I'll send you the link.

I hate the winter. Getting dark early.

The weather sucking up all the rain

and lashing it back down on you.

That's what this town's all about.

Dubh Linn, Black Pool.

It's a city that's hard to love and easy to hate.

He's a spoken word poet.

- What's that? - It's like poetry.

Only not as good.

He's in a street slam tonight.

- Send you the link, yeah? - Yeah.

Nice work.

- Hello? - Yo, Mr. B.

Oh, yeah.

- Good news. - Good.

The no caller ID belongs to a Brendan West.

I'm sending you the details now.

OK, thanks. Um...

Yeah, just see if you can find, uh...

Find out what you can about a Brendan West.

- Mm-hm. - His number showed up on Sara's phone.

Yeah, just how many calls,

what the times of the calls are kind of thing.

Cian Kelly?

Val Barber.

Making some inquiries into Sara Dunne's disappearance.

When did you last see Sara?

Months ago. Look, I already spoke to the Guards.

Background information, you know, on Sara's life.

Talking to friends, family, trying to fill in the gaps.

It's just a few questions.

You haven't given me much choice, have you?

Well, how long were yous together?

- A year. - And what happened?

Jane already told you what happened.

Well, I'm interested in your version, not Jane's.

It's the same shitty story.

Sara fucked us both over.

And would you say that was out of character?

Well, it was, until it wasn't, if you get my meaning.

Basic slut, to be honest with you.

- Did you ever meet her parents? - Yeah, a few times.

And?

- And what? - You don't seem too concerned.

Yeah, well, I've moved on.

Well, still a 20-year-old girl is missing.

Anyway, uh, do you ever think maybe she cheated on you because

you're a self-righteous, self-absorbed prick?

- What would you like? - What are you having?

I'm having a gin martini.

Same.

Jane.

- Excuse me? - Who is this? Who are you?

I'm sorry, who are you?

Uh, I'm her father.

He's not!

Don't lie in front of your Daddy. And you, beat it!

Go on! You're old enough to be her grandfather.

Shouldn't an old codger like you be at home cocooning?

OK, Jane, this is how it's going to be.

You answer my questions

or "Daddy" is going to keep turning up.

Now, you said you lost all contact with Sara

but I've seen her phone records. You called her.

I'm in no hurry.

OK.

She kept calling to apologize.

It was lockdown, there was nothing to do,

so, yeah, I called her back.

She never even returned the call.

End of story.

Like I said, um, I'm not in a hurry.

Remember when all that MeToo started?

Mmm.

Sara told me about stuff that happened to her when she was 15.

What kind of stuff?

Shit stuff.

Some business guy wanked in front of her.

Weird shit.

Did she know this man?

I think so. It happened at a party in her parents' house.

- So her stepfather knew him? - She wouldn't say.

She said she was going to do something about it.

- Like what? - Go public.

Like loads of women are doing.

I think we're done here.

- Thanks for telling me. - Mm-hm.

Did, uh, did Sara ever do this?

Do what?

Did she have a sugar daddy?

No. No, definitely not.

Sex work can be dangerous, you know.

Especially now.

That's not how I see it.

Plenty of college girls do it.

If you think of anything else... - I know. Call you.

Bye, Mr. Barber.

So, um...

heard something on the grapevine.

Mind you, it's only hearsay, station gossip.

Yeah, well, I value station gossip.

Well...

One of the plodders said there's been a couple of domestics

at O'Neill's.

Mmm.

I met Quinn with O'Neill.

Pair of them seemed very cozy.

Inspector Quinn has always had friends in high places.

Friends in low places, more like.

You know how me Da loved the poet Larkin?

Yeah.

Larkin said if you live until you're 70,

every decade is like a day of the week.

If it starts on a Monday that puts me...

- At Friday. - Friday, yeah.

Fuck.

That thought'd put years on you.

I miss him something terrible, Val.

I know you do, Johnny.

Do you want another one?

Can't, I'm driving.

The fucking Guards are everywhere.

♪ This world feels cold

♪ Feels so alone

♪ Don't ever leave

♪ Oh-ah!

♪ Ah! Oh!

♪ Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!

♪ You're wonderful

♪ Wonderful

♪ Wonderful

- How did you find me? - I'm a detective, remember?

Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?

And here was I thinking it was just me you wanted to see.

Business first.

Did you, um, did you know Sara Dunne well?

Mistresses and daughters generally don't mix.

To be honest, I wasn't that interested in her.

Did you ever come across a fella called Brendan West?

Met him a few times socially.

A bit of a creeping Jesus.

Does he work for O'Neill?

OK, business over.

What got you into this game?

Necessity.

- Married? - Was.

Children?

A daughter, 19.

You married?

You're a lot better at asking questions than answering them.

Well, that's my job.

How long have you been with O'Neill?

A while.

He ever given you any trouble?

What kind of trouble?

The kind of trouble that men usually give women.

I can take care of myself, Mr. Barber.

Uh, it's just acting up.

Occasional flashes.

Battery suddenly dying. I think it's been hacked.

Yeah, you're right.

- SS7. - Who uses that?

You don't often see it. It's, uh, sophisticated.

Cops?

Yeah, maybe. I can encrypt it for you though.

Don't, just leave it. I don't want them to know I know.

I can give you a burner.

Yeah, give me two.

- Thanks. - Careful out there.

Are you not a bit young for Hill Street Blues?

I love those old shows.

So I...

I met with Jane Devaney again and, uh, she...

Well, she had some stuff.

It's not exactly pleasant, so I'm sorry if...

No, please.

But she told me that

Sara told her that a man had masturbated

in front of her at a party in her house when she was 15.

Jesus.

Poor child.

One of O'Neill's soirees, no doubt.

Did Jane know who the man was?

Men like that often have more than one victim.

- Isn't that right, Mr. Barber? - Yes.

You think this man might be linked to Sara's disappearance?

It's a definite line of inquiry.

And O'Neill?

I don't know but I'm watching him.

O'Neill's boss at the time was an unpleasant man.

I met him socially once.

O'Neill was in thrall to him.

His name escapes me but, um,

I believe he later went into politics.

OK. Well, don't worry, I'll look into that.

I want you to know

that I appreciate all you've been doing, Mr. Barber.

Only thing that woman loves is shopping.

That one's clear as well.

Have you heard any clicks on your mobile?

Do you think we are bugged?

Well, my phone was tapped.

So just use this from now on. Here.

I must be starting to rattle some cages.

And, um...

I need you to follow this man, Brendan West.

Do you think he's connected?

See if he meets up with O'Neill.

It's tough as it is and then you have to tell me something like that.

- Look who it is. - Yeah, I'm not blind, Mom.

- Hey. - Everything OK?

Never better.

Mom's pregnant.

What is the need for secrets in this family?

There's no way I want to live with you and Tom now.

I want to live with Dad full-time.

If she's coming to live with you, you need to tell her, Val.

Oh, not this again, please, Monica.

So now you're gonna lie to Kate the way you lied to me?

What ended our marriage wasn't just your relationship

with Eddie Quinn.

It was the lie.

You never told me who you really were.

I didn't know who I really was. You know I'm sorry for that.

I didn't deliberately lie to you, I just didn't know how to tell you.

Omission is lying.

There's a big difference between privacy and denial, Val.

Are you pregnant?

Yes.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

You OK?

People don't like when you say real things.

How do you mean?

Well, you for a start.

Why do you hide it from me, Dad?

I was 14 when I overheard Mom and Tom arguing about you.

Listen, the, um...

the Ireland I grew up in was a much different place than it is now.

Did Mom know before you got married?

Jesus Christ.

I thought I could change myself or something but...

of course I couldn't.

And I suppose I didn't really want to.

Yeah, well, When I was little, I could never understand

why you and Mom broke up.

I used to think it was my fault.

I'm sorry you had to find out that way.

Anything on West?

No.

He goes to work. Walk his dog.

Go home. Very boring man.

Well, stay on him.

This man here is a Government Minister.

- Eunan Brady. - Right.

You stick on West, see if he meets with him,

or this man, O'Neill.

- A big man. - Yeah.

Big men.

The only people are gonna survive are the big boyos.

And what about yourself?

Be taking me out of here in a box.

Did you, uh, did you hear any rumors about Eunan Brady?

What, the Minister?

What kind, like?

What other kind are there these days?

Nah.

Not a peep.

I've a bit of news that might interest you.

Eddie Quinn told the lads in his new station that he's gay.

Word went around like wildfire.

Now everyone knows about it.

The Inspector's raging about it,

the boys were telling me.

Going around the place like a bull in a china shop.

Eddie is real open about it apparently.

Jesus!

A hard drinking fella like Eddie Quinn.

You never fucking know, do you?

Aye, I know, I mean...

What should it matter, like?

I'm not saying it matters.

You know, I've never cared, Val, right?

Mm-hm.

Oh, Jesus, I have to go.

It's a date night.

Did you ever hear the like of it?

Mr. O'Neill.

As you won't answer my calls

and you were the last person to see Sara,

I was wondering if I could just ask you

a couple more questions about her, a few simple questions.

Can I ask you about your relationship with Minister Eunan Brady?

Did that hurt or something?

Charlie Haughey once said he could instance all the fuckers

whose throats he'd cut

and pushed them over the nearest cliffs,

but there was no percentage in it.

Now, I'm beginning to feel

exactly the same way about you, Barber.

Am I making myself clear? Am I?

Yeah.

Gaaah! Fuck!

Well, you know.

Mom's coming for dinner.

Without Tom.

- Can I help? - No, you're OK.

Jesus, Dad, I can chop peppers.

- OK. - Thank you.

Um, don't worry about that.

Here, uh...

I hate what's happened to me.

You just need to keep trying.

OK?

You're making real progress.

You really are.

Mmm.

How are you feeling?

OK.

Bit of morning sickness.

Do you remember how sick you were with Kate?

- I'll never forget it. - OK, OK.

I get what you two are doing.

Look, Mom...

I know how much you always wanted another kid.

It's just...

I understand, love.

OK, but...

I'm gonna go to bed.

I'm tired. Goodnight, you two.

Goodnight.

Goodnight, love.

I am happy for you, Monica.

Yeah, I know you are.

It just couldn't be coming at a worse time.

She's gonna be fine here.

Sure, she adores you.

You can do no wrong in her eyes.

I don't know about that!

- Did you tell her? - More like she told me.

She overheard you and Tom arguing. She's known for years.

Christ!

What did she say?

- She didn't hold back. - Good for her.

I didn't raise her to hold her tongue.

I know I ended up causing you both a lot of pain.

You also brought us a lot of joy and a lot of love, Val.

We'll get through this.

We always have.

- Eddie Quinn is here to see you. - Eddie?

Long time, no see.

Long time.

You look good, Val.

Looking good yourself.

Yeah, sit down.

So how's the private game going?

Private.

I always meant to get in touch.

After we...

you know,

I just went a bit mad on the drink.

- Hmm. - Had a couple of bad years.

Look...

Tony backed me into a corner.

My only way out was to give you up.

I'd no choice.

What we had between us was real, Val.

There's nothing to be ashamed about.

That's not how shame works.

You know, you really don't have to come here

to make amends to me.

I do.

For me.

And I feel I owe you.

You probably heard I was in rehab.

Well, I realized that the biggest of all my demons

was not the drink.

It was living a lie.

Now, surely, you of all people, haven't come here

to give me a lesson on the dangers of erasure.

It's about being truthful.

And what about big brother Tony?

Has he accepted "the truth"?

Uh... Good to see the old Val hasn't changed.

Mmm.

You still seeing any of the lads?

I see Johnny Mulligan quite a bit actually.

- Yeah? How is he? - Same as ever.

Yeah, his dad died there a while back.

- He took it pretty hard. - Oh.

I've really missed Dublin.

How's the country?

Slim pickings.

You seeing anyone?

Um... Are you?

Nothing serious.

Playing the field.

Ah, sure, this new woke Ireland is certainly working for me.

Froggy.

How you doing?

Val Barber. Long time, no see, boss.

Rumor has it you're a private dick now.

Yeah.

I wanted to talk to you about Eunan Brady.

I think he...

I think he's connected to a missing girl case that I'm on.

That dirt bird.

About three years back,

a woman came into the station.

Said that Brady had assaulted her, jerked off on her.

I was about to approach Brady,

when all of a sudden, the woman withdraws the statement.

Someone had got to her.

I approached Quinn.

What had Quinn got to do with it?

Quinn was my senior.

I reported back to him.

Do you still have her details?

Yeah.

Thanks, I appreciate it.

I'll keep it on the q.t.

There's no need to. I'm finished.

They're going to stick me on traffic.

You know, Val,

they'd never get away today

with the way they treated you back then.

You think so?

Absolutely.

Miss Farrell, my name is Val Barber.

I'm a private investigator. I, um...

I wanted to ask you a few questions about Eunan Brady.

No. No, sorry.

The same thing happened to this girl,

except she's missing now.

Her grandmother is desperate to find her.

Miss Farrell.

Um... Here's my card. My number's on there.

Just call me if you think of anything.

OK.

Out you get.

Why am I being stopped and searched?

A tip off.

This is bullshit and you know it is.

Not exactly the best use of police resources, is it,

when you're supposed to be looking for a missing girl?

How much is O'Neill paying you?

What's he paying you for?

You just say away from Eddie.

It's your fault he shames the whole family,

mincing around with a different twink on his arm every week.

Do you think Eddie wasn't gay before he met me?

Your kind make me sick.

You don't know whether you want to fuck a man or a woman.

And what about you? What are you into yourself?

Back the fuck off!

Times have changed, Inspector.

Even queers have rights now.

This is police harassment.

- OK, so John and Tina. - Yes.

So, John...

- Hey, Amy. - Hi, Mr. Barber.

- How are things? - Good.

I'm working for the tech overlords.

Used to be great, all the free food and stuff.

But now we're just stuck at home, it's a bit crap.

You look great.

Oh, thanks.

That's Amy's work.

Do yous want pizzas?

Yes. Pepperoni, please.

I thought you were vegetarian.

- I am. - Oh, yeah?

A pepperoni-eating vegetarian.

- Nice. So, pepperoni and...? - The same.

Easy!

Mr. Barber, Eliza Farrell here.

I'd like to talk about Minister Eunan Brady.

Thanks for agreeing to talk to me.

I know this is hard.

When did you first come into contact with Mr. Brady?

My dad was site foreman in his building company.

He got me a summer job interning in his office.

I was 17.

Go on.

Mr. Brady masturbated in front of me in the print room.

I was terrified.

I couldn't tell my parents.

I went to the police.

He tried it again and I told him I'd gone to the police,

and he freaked out.

A man came to see me.

He said that there would be all this publicity.

That my dad would lose his job.

I withdrew my statement.

Is this the man who approached you?

That's him, yeah.

Brendan West.

Can I ask you what made you change your mind about talking to me?

I thought about the missing girl.

Are you OK?

Me and Amy went to town.

It was just too much.

The noise and the people.

She had to bring me home. Now she thinks that I'm a freak.

No, she doesn't.

Because you're not.

It's... It's so hard.

It'll be better next time.

How do you know?

Because I know you.

You know, I was thinking what you were saying about secrets.

And, uh...

In the past when people found out about me...

it never worked out well.

So I didn't say anything...

because I didn't want to lose you either.

And I'm sorry about that.

Can I ask you something?

You can ask me anything.

Did you ever, like, come out?

I've always hated that phrase.

It doesn't matter about the phrase.

No, you're right.

I should have been honest with your mother, with you.

It's OK, Dad.

You're coming out now.

Brendan West. Val Barber. Private investigator.

I'm working on a missing person's case.

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

Only Gardai can question a member of the public.

Was it your job to go after Sara Dunne

the same way you went after Eliza Farrell? - No comment.

You'll have to do a better job than that when the police are interviewing you.

Your number was tracked to Sara Dunne's phone.

What were you doing calling a 20-year-old missing girl, Mr. West?

- I said no comment. - As Brady's bag man,

you do realize if anything happens to that girl you're connected?

Look, Val,

that's it with the favors on this one, okay?

Information is leaking out of the investigation like an old sieve.

I don't want any trouble.

- Thanks, Johnny. - No worries.

Just be careful, OK?

Quinn... He's definitely on the warpath.

Hey.

Hi.

Come in.

Moving in?

Redecorating.

Some unexpected visitors or half expected.

I owe you an apology.

Oh, yeah? What for?

For trying to warn me about him.

- Did he try to hurt you? - No.

Um...

But he could have.

He'd always been so charming.

They always are until...

they're challenged or they think they're gonna lose control.

Well...

he's definitely lost me now.

Um... How about I buy you dinner sometime?

Yeah, that'd be nice.

Yeah?

Listen, Brady in Blooms Hotel tonight

- for raise of funds. - Fundraiser, yeah.

OK. You want I cover?

No, no, I'll handle it.

OK, thanks.

S.D.U.

I have a message for him from the Commissioner.

It's only a matter of time...

before you're exposed.

If you'll forgive the pun, Minister.

Barber, isn't it?

You've some neck for a shirt lifter.

Yeah, well, unlike your sexual proclivities,

it isn't illegal, Minister.

I know O'Neill tipped you off

about Sara Dunne's intention to go public.

I know you had Brendan West pay off Eliza Farrell.

Was it that Sara Dunne wasn't as compliant?

So you got rid of her?

You're making wild, unsubstantiated allegations

against a serving Minister.

I could have you arrested.

There's a Garda just outside the door.

Who do you think let me in?

Now you can ask me everything you like

about that 24-carat prick.

I'm off duty tonight.

That sounds like something a Guard would say.

I was a Guard, one time.

You're not an easy man to read.

I think I'm going to get to like you.

Looks so quiet.

Looks can be deceptive.

I knew he was wrong.

O'Neill said you were, you know...

I'm bisexual.

Sure, isn't everyone these days?

Never able to play by the rules, were you, Barber?

Always have to do things your own way.

Threatening a serving Minister?

You're in a world of pain now.

Now, I told you to keep your nose out of police business.

And since when has covering for perverts been police business?

Fuck!

I recorded everything on there.

The threats, the harassment, phone tapping.

When this all comes out your career is finished.

Times up, Inspector Quinn.

Fuck!

You're looking a bit the worse for wear.

- This proves nothing. - It proves you know West.

And as we both know, West works for Brady.

Do you genuinely think that a sap like West

is gonna keep your and Brady's dirty little secrets

when he's put under a bit of pressure?

And as for your boy Quinn, on top of the harassment

and illegal phone tapping complaints I'm making,

I'm adding assault.

I've taped everything, so...

who knows what else will come out in the wash?

You still don't know who you're dealing with, do you?

Barber.

I'll make it worth your while.

She was a child.

You knew what Brady was like.

You still told him about our plans to go public.

We all have our secrets, Barber.

You don't frighten me, O'Neill.

I've had to deal with bullies my whole life.

These aren't secrets.

They're crimes.

Just like domestic violence is a crime.

Where is she?

Where the fuck is she?

I don't know where the fuck she is.

It's your fault those fucks went after her.

It's on you.

Quick, quick, turn on the telly!

I've decided to waive my anonymity and to speak out.

Minister Eunan Brady

performed a sex act in front of me

when I was 15 years old.

I made a statement to the Guards earlier today.

And I have decided to speak up.

Because silence is what allows men like Brady,

and those who cover up his actions,

control women long after the crime has been committed.

I couldn't have done all of this

without the support of my grandmother.

Two more woman have come forward

with historical sexual abuse allegations

against Minister Eunan Brady.

The Garda Commissioner is investigating the role

of a senior officer linked to the scandal.

A spokeswoman for the department...

Sara Dunne's gone viral.

What do you think happened?

Maybe I should hire a private investigator.

Oh!

Listen, I better go to the office.

- Mmm. You be OK? - Yeah, I'm grand.

Honestly, I have to start getting on with my life at some stage.

Actually, the therapist suggested a support group.

So I think I might try that.

At least they'll know what the fuck I'm talking about.

That does sound good.

- See you later. - OK, see ya.

This is my granddaughter, Sara.

Yeah.

I saw you on the news.

So I was the patsy.

She was with you the whole time I was looking for her?

I wouldn't call it that.

A belief that you're hard to fool

is the one quality shared by all suckers, Mrs. Dunne.

Why me?

I needed a detective with good police contacts.

You could have told me.

These are powerful men.

I thought it was safer to trust no one.

I was scared.

There were people following me and...

I was getting these weird calls, so...

I went to Granny and I told her everything.

And she believed me.

Without you, we wouldn't have found Eliza Farrell.

So it was you following me?

There was no other way, I'm afraid.

I knew there must be more victims.

We just had no way of finding that out ourselves.

Brady just resigned.

Hi. Val Barber.

Yeah, my rate's 50 an hour plus expenses.

No, no, I'll come to you.

Yeah, text me your details.