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Can you do me a favour?

Book me on the evening sailing to Cairnryan.

No, just me.

Oh, and the van.

Alright.

Would Ray be this stupid?

To retaliate like this?

He was in his house at the time with that podcaster.

Doesn't mean he wasn't involved.

That's her.

Inspector, will we let you get some rest

and come back later to give your statement then?

I can give it at the station. Give me 10 minutes.

I think it's okay to give today a miss, Inspector.

I want Ray in custody by day's end.

Leave that to us, Inspector. You can't be over this.

I'm not talking about my car but rather the murder.

There's no evidence.

There have been no developments since he gave his statement.

One thing's for sure - there'll be no developments if we stay on the phone.

Ten minutes.

Next thing, she'll dig up Shergar in Ray's garden!

She's going all-in trying to ruin him.

-I know. -I'll tell you one thing:

I don't buy the robbery as motive for Sabine's murder.

That theory's as weak as this tea.

And going after Ray

ignores all the evidence that points to Conall.

He's not here.

Okay.

You're not kids anymore.

No need to be skulking around.

You can wait for him if you like.

No.

I think...

I'll go.

Can you help me?

I can't see the number 2.

Thank you.

-Are you trying to be funny? -What?

How do you expect me to eat this?

I'll cut it up for you.

Hello. Margaret Dooley here from Church Road, Enniskillen.

I don't know if this will help

but we stayed in the hotel that St Patrick's Day, in 2009.

It was a two-night deal with dinner, bed and breakfast.

Anyway, I needed a new pillow so I went to reception

and, good Lord, there was a flaming row

between the husband and the receptionist.

The young girl was in floods of tears.

Sabine's phone's back from the lab.

I'll log it.

Where's Barry? It's his job to answer these calls.

Hello? Carricknanaul Station.

Right, uh...

You saw Sabine Uí Shúilleabháin at the All-Ireland final last year?

I bet you did! How could a ghost get a ticket when I couldn't?!

I've said it a thousand times:

asking the public for their help is a big mistake.

Look at all these "leads" we have to follow up on now.

We'll be here till Christmas.

It's all bollox!

We've nothing to pin this on Ray.

Listen, we have to keep looking.

We can't arrest him with no evidence.

We're closed!

I'm here to give a statement.

Once you open that door,

every crackpot in town will be in with their theories.

Hi.

I saw the programme last night. I have some information for you.

-I was at the hotel that night. -And you are?

Dr Rónán Ó Náraigh.

What happened to your shoes?

Did you burn them?

Mind your own business!

Does Conall know you're leaving?

You told me you could bench-press 180 pounds!

Shut up!

You're welcome, by the way!

Add another 20 minutes to that.

It'd be harder in the dark.

Still though,

Ray definitely could have got the body across the bog on his own

but he wouldn't have had time to bury it before getting back to the hotel.

Maybe he kept her in the boot, and buried her some other night.

Maybe.

So, after keeping me up all night,

making me watch that show on repeat,

driving from the hotel to Ó Súilleabháins' house,

then dragging that across the bog--

And I still don't buy that he did it.

Without a reasonable doubt...

neither do I.

If you had a gun to your head, what do you think happened?

Gun to my head?

What's your theory?

The phone is a problem. Sabine's phone.

What about it?

It was wiped while in evidence at the station.

Makes no sense.

And you couldn't restore it?

Correct. The techies drew a blank.

It was one of the early phones before the cloud backed everything up.

No, but a person's computer would.

Sabine must have had a computer.

Would it be okay if we stayed here for a while?

Of course! Come in. Come in.

You're sure about this?

Absolutely.

That night, Ray Lipsett dropped Conall Ó Súilleabháin home?

Yeah.

When I saw him on TV last night, I remembered.

It was definitely Ray.

Around what time?

Shortly after the bar closed.

Conall was...

passed out.

And... that guy Ray said he was a friend of the family,

and he'd bring him home.

Then...

I went up to my room.

Hang on here.

Fuck!

This is huge.

We can place Ray at the scene of the crime.

Ray's statement doesn't mention any of this.

And his alibi claims he was working all night.

We've got him!

Uh... what about Conall?

You were certain it was him up to...

20 minutes ago?

No, I wasn't.

I was keeping an open mind. That's all.

Call the Inspector.

I'll finish up with Rónán.

We're gonna nail the fucker!

You're awake.

How's the head?

What the fuck are you doing?

I'm getting the hell out of here.

That's what I'm doing.

You were right. We've got him!

Here's Rónán's statement.

We only have one shot at this. Let's do it right.

-When? -Today.

It's 11.30 now.

I want Ray in custody by 5.

I want to make as much noise as we can.

Nobody in Carricknanaul should be in any doubt about what's going on.

Forensics are en route from Dublin.

ETA is 5.30 p.m.

What are the odds we'll find a match?

Where are we going to put him?

We can't bring him in here.

Letterkenny.

I can tip off the press.

Do. But not that Ciara-Kate woman.

We should break down the door.

I don't think we need to be that dramatic.

Should we expect resistance?

Are there any firearms in the house?

He's got a legally-held shotgun.

He'll hear us coming.

What if he doesn't go quietly?

We should call in the Armed Support Unit.

You're right. We'll have them on standby.

Okay, you two head up there.

If, for any reason, he leaves, follow him.

Did you do it?

Get this into your thick head: I didn't kill your mother!

Really?

I thought you were smarter than that,

smarter than to listen to that bitchy boss of yours

who cooked up a story that has more holes in it than a colander has.

She has it in for me. Always had.

Because of what I saw in the shed, is it?

Yeah.

It's not about justice for your mum. This is about revenge.

You had a motive.

Robbing the measly takings? Why on earth would I do that?

No, you had a motive for killing her.

I must have whacked you harder than I thought because you're raving.

You were in love with her. You fucking were, weren't you?

Aye...

I did love her.

Loved her like a sister.

You were obsessed with her! You never had a girlfriend.

You never had anyone except my mother.

Bullshit!

I saw those photos in your porn collection and so will the cops.

Oh, will they now?

That's the picture they're going to paint!

A loner...

a terrorist...

a fuckin' creep and a snake!

Now... sonny boy!

What are you fucking doing?

If you're innocent, why run?

I can read between the lines.

They're coming for me.

They don't care about the truth. It's all about arresting someone.

I saw how people were staring at me this morning.

Fr McGinley. Gráinne.

How quickly they turned on me.

But the one that really hurts...

the knife in my back...

is you, Balor.

You.

I raised you like a son.

When you wanted to be a goalie like Shay Given,

who spent hours kicking balls at you?

Your father? Huh!

Me.

Who taught you how to fish? Who taught you how to drive?

Who was there for you? Your father?

No. It was me.

And look at us now.

Right... I'm leaving now.

I'll call someone,

and they'll get you in a few hours.

Until then...

this will keep you company.

I need to go for a piss.

Yeah, well, I'm not stopping you.

Hang on to it for a few hours.

How about a drink?

Please.

You bastard!

Do it again if you dare-- Go on! Do it again!

Drink your damn water!

Trying to pull a fast one but it won't work again!

-Good luck to you! -Fuck you!

Well, isn't that charming?

Oh.. "Fuck you", eh?

You won't get away with this!

Like you got away with it?

What are you talking about?

Think about it.

What the fuck are you saying?

You're not so innocent yourself, are you?

Out with it.

If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be in the Gardaí.

You'd be in prison, Danny Boy!

What are you talking about?

"Danny", yeah? Don't you get it?

Danny wasn't driving that night. You were!

Bullshit.

Bullshit!

I was the first on the scene. I saw that poor Danny was dead.

I pulled both of you out of the car, and...

I told everyone, including the Gardaí,

that it was Danny who was driving.

One life was already ruined.

What was the point in ruining another one?

So now, sonny boy...

how's that for bullshit?

Fuck.

Just where are you going?

Be quiet.

What are you doing?

I said, be quiet.

Jackpot!

Where were you?

I don't work Thursdays.

You do now. We're arresting Ray today.

Ray? Why? How?

Get into uniform, and meet me back here in 20 minutes.

Shit!

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Move that car.

She's going to give me a lift home to get my uniform.

Was the reconstruction doc your first work of fiction, Chief Inspector,

or have you been moonlighting as a writer for some time?

For God's sake, Ciara-Kate.

-Two chicken fillet rolls please. -You've a great appetite today.

One of them is for Ray. We've a big match today.

Oh.

-Very nice. -Thanks.

Change of plan. We're taking your car.

Meet me on the Old Miner's Road in two hours.

I don't give a toss about your hand!

Just be there.

Conall?

Conall?

Barry!

Conall?

Ciara-Kate?

Jesus!

Needs must!

Fuckin' hell!

It's syncing.

The phone's restored.

Open her messages.

I JUST WANT TO TALK. I LOVE YOU.

You did it!

ARE YOU REALLY CHOOSING THAT BASTARD OVER ME?

You need to run me home.

-Give me that. -No way!

Ciara-Kate, gimme that! I'm not kidding around.

Neither am I. I'll bring it back to yours.

I've worked hard to find this lover.

This is going to be the best episode of my podcast!

If Patsy finds out I lifted evidence and gave it to you...

How will she find out?

I protect my sources.

Just give me one night to copy this stuff,

and then you can drop it back in the morning.

You won't make it across the mountain.

You'll die of the cold up there.

Awful way to die.

Conall?

-Fuck. -What's going on?

Iarla! Iarla!

Just try it. Go on!

Another inch.

It's Conall! Ray is holding him prisoner!

He's bleeding!

-Slow down. -Conall's in there!

Go home, son.

Move!

-I said 20 minutes. -My trousers were in the wash.

Hello?

'Critical Firearm Incident'...

contact, cover, confirm,

civilians, colleagues, contain.

You want me to tape your mouth?

"Contain." They won't let you out of here, Ray.

-Have you made contact with him? -Not yet.

Have you called the ASU?

-They're on their way, from Sligo. -Sligo?

They'll be a while.

Is there anyone else in there apart from Conall?

We don't know.

I could get the drone!

We'll get a visual of the house and the land nearby.

Okay.

Good thinking.

Yeah, I figured you'd call alright.

Ray, is Conall okay?

We heard a gunshot.

That was a warning shot.

Is there anyone else in there?

No.

Let me speak to Conall, and then you and I can talk.

Conall?

Yeah?

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

Listen to me.

Ray brought you home that night. Ray murdered your mother.

We have cast-iron proof.

Try a stunt like that again, honey,

and you'll be sending for more than one hearse.

You think I'm messing around?

So he's alive. Now, move those cars!

I can't do that.

Fuck you!

You were there that night?

Aye. I was there.

Did you do it?

No.

Don't fuckin' lie to me.

I'm telling you the truth.

I dropped you home. You were out of it.

I dropped you home, and that was it.

Why didn't you say so before? Why did you lie?

Because I knew she'd try and pull a fast one.

Bull-fucking-shit.

Balor...

just please listen to me.

I would never lay a finger on your mother.

I loved her.

I wouldn't ever do anything to her.

This is all wrong.

Ray?

It doesn't have to be this way.

I get a list of demands. That's how this works, right?

I'll see what I can do.

Use your guns, shoot the tyres on your cars.

I can't do that.

Too risky. Bullets ricochet.

But, look, put down your gun, walk out the door, arms raised.

Hang on a second. I'm the one making demands, not you.

Can I get a bottle of King's Cola and a pack of cigarettes?

Want anything from the shop?

No.

Make that two bottles of King's Cola. We could be here for quite a while.

Oh, and just one more thing...

have Barry bring them up to the door.

Only Barry.

I thought you had quit.

They relieve stress.

People think I can leave him.

He's the father of my baby.

One day at a time.

That's all you can do.

This town, huh?

I think he was involved in that bombing last night.

Martin's arm was badly burnt.

He said he had an accident at work.

But he's full of shit.

Ray has their heads filled with all that crap.

Have you listened to that podcast?

It's you, in the podcast, isn't it?

Art's affair?

The bastard.

Everyone here turned a blind eye to Art.

Too busy taking his money.

You were so young I never thought to warn you.

I wouldn't have listened.

If only I hadn't agreed to go to bloody Edinburgh with Art...

Sabine would still be alive.

Jesus, Tara!

You were 15.

Art was the adult, pulling all the strings.

I should have handled it better.

Now you listen to me.

You can't live a life of maybes.

If it hadn't been you,

then it would have been someone else.

-Fuck! -What's wrong?

Ray... Shit! Fuck!

What about Ray?

Pick up the fuckin' phone, Martin!

-What's going on? -Nothing!

-What have you done? -Nothing, I said!

Shit! Shit! Shit!

Talk to me, Iarla. Let me help.

What's going on?

It wasn't Ray who sent those texts.

Oh great.

-What's up? -Nothing. Don't worry about it.

See you.

Bulletproof vest and a drone...

Zombie invasion?

Something like that.

Hello?

You want me to stop in the shop? Seriously?

Alright.

Listen to me, Balor. Don't believe them.

They're trying to pin it on me but...

I didn't do it. Oh...

I've done a lot of things alright, things I shouldn't have,

and that's on me,

but I didn't do anything to your mother.

This isn't about Sabine.

This is about that bitch.

She's been trying to get me for years,

trying to haul me in but...

She manipulated a TV show to pin this on me.

I didn't do it.

If it was me, I'd own up to it. No bother.

I'm an innocent man.

I didn't kill your mother.

I know who did it.

Who?

If it wasn't you...

it was me.

What kind of nonsense is that?

Come off it! It wasn't you, Balor.

I was there that night and I blacked out.

It was me.

You don't know what I'm capable of.

I know more about you than you think.

-I know what you did to Martin. -Do you know why?

Yeah.

She humiliated me that night.

Sabine?

She was raging with me for running a tab with the lads.

What are you saying?

My drink was spiked.

I blacked out.

They found my scarf on her.

I tried to stop the bleeding.

If you didn't do it...

then it was me.

Balor...

it wasn't you.

How could you know that?

I know.

-How? -Drop it.

You brought me home that night.

They found my scarf on her.

I did it.

Yes. I brought you home.

You were out of it.

I put you to bed, and...

You weren't even able to take off your clothes,

let alone kill someone.

You didn't do it.

And I didn't do it.

And I'm not going down for something I didn't do.

Launch the drone now while Ray is having a cigarette.

Hello?

When?

Thanks.

Armed Response will be here in half an hour.

I've got a visual of Conall.

I'll check to make sure nobody else is there.

Agh! Bastard!

Do you reckon Barry shook the hell out of it en route?

Maybe!

You've got to hand it to the Orangemen -

they don't skimp on the sugar.

Ray?

Gimme a cigarette.

Don't do this, Ray.

I'm not going to prison for something I didn't do.

So you'll let them kill you instead?

Who said anything about letting them kill me?

I have one shot left in that gun.

And don't let Patsy Sweeney get away with this.

Whatever narrative she pushes...

- ..don't believe it. -So fight it then.

That's what you always told us on the pitch.

I was talking shit.

Winners don't give up.

They fight to the end.

I'm not one of life's winners.

Never will be.

Take me.

-Huh? -Take me hostage.

-They'll have to let you go. -I wouldn't get past Gortahork.

You can try.

Fight back.

Put the boot down, like in the rallies back in the day.

Get across the border.

Just 12 hours ago, I was sitting in front of him,

and now Ray Lipsett's house is surrounded by the Gardaí.

There you go.

They'll be here in 10 minutes.

-Ray? -Move that car that's in the way.

I can't do that.

Do it, Inspector. He's not messing around.

I'll call you back.

Move your car.

-Now. -Jesus Christ!

-Inspector? -You can't let him go.

I'm not letting him go.

When you get your opportunity, take the shot.

Can we not stall them?

Wait for the ASU?

There's no time.

Ray?

We're moving the car.

Alright. Stay behind me.

They won't risk it.

Right. We'll stick to the backroads as far as Martin's,

swap out my van there and you can just stay there.

-Okay. -Right.

-Are you alright? -Yeah.

Balor?

You believe me, right?

Aye.

That'll do me.

Right.

Here's what's going to happen.

We're getting into the van, and we're leaving.

Ray, you won't get five miles down the road - I promise you that.

I'll take my chances.

If you get a chance to end this, do.

He cannot get into that van!

I don't have a clean shot.

Conall!

I'm finished.

Hang on.

I'm an innocent man.

For your own sake, Balor...

let it be.

Conall!

Let it be.

Call an ambulance! Get the first aid kit!

Conall! Conall?

Hey, you'll be okay.

Stay with us, Conall. You'll be okay.

Call an ambulance! Grab the first aid kit!

Conall? Conall?

Don't close your eyes!