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How are you?

I didn't kill her.

Mum or the eagle?

I'm an innocent man.

Now do you believe me?

Open your eyes, Balor.

Are we doing this?

Iarla?

A phone found at the dead man's house

contains texts sent to Sabine.

A lover's texts.

Angry texts.

And there's--

-Hey! -I'm freezing!

-What are you doing? -Ray didn't send those texts.

I have to get it out there.

They matched the texts on Sabine's phone.

He did it. It's over!

Ray didn't do it!

And I'm going to prove it.

Yes!

GARDA H.Q. LETTERKENNY

I was afraid to go to the local station.

In case Martin saw me.

Okay.

It's Tara, isn't it?

Is this about the attack?

The attack on you.

You guys have tests and stuff?

To match people to crimes, right?

He came home with burns the night you were attacked.

He'll kill me if he finds out I told you.

No.

He won't.

Thank you so much.

I thought you'd be in a lot longer.

I discharged myself.

Was that a good idea?

Walk me through it, Barry.

We found all sorts,

from stolen goods to explosives.

So you found the second phone here?

Yeah.

I looked under here before and it wasn't there.

It was well in, behind the leg.

Conall, this can't be good for you.

Come back to the station and read the file.

I know it's of no comfort...

but Ray did it.

You're stitching me up,

just like you stitched Ray up!

Is that it?

The fibres under your mother's fingernails

were a match for the fleece Ray was wearing when he was shot.

He was wearing it in the CCTV footage from the hotel on the night too.

It was right in front of me.

It's not just you, Conall. The whole village is shocked.

She's put me out in--

Good to see you, Conall.

I didn't think you'd be back to work so soon.

I'm not.

Look...

It's fine.

-Thanks. -Thank you.

Hey, Iarla?

-Remember me? -Everyone remembers you.

Ray made a mistake with Conall.

But he didn't deserve to die for it.

And he didn't kill Sabine

but I need your help to prove it.

Would Ray have kept notes on games? Written match reports?

He kept the minutes of committee meetings.

Can you read it?

Just about.

He had dyslexia.

You're a legend!

LINGUISTICS OFFICE

Sorry.

Hell of a last day, Inspector.

You've made an arrest on the car bombing

and you're about to bring in Art Ó Súilleabháin.

-Do you have the warrant? -Uh-hum.

Seven women came forward

after the reconstruction aired.

They were all under age when he assaulted them.

All connected to the hotel?

That was his hunting ground, alright.

Most of them were girls who worked behind the bar.

I hope it gets to court before the bastard dies.

You look dreadful. Have you seen the counsellor?

Conall was in.

-Here? -He took a file with him.

In the name of God.

You're with me.

I have evidence which proves that Ray Lipsett was an innocent man.

That case is closed.

Sabine Uí Shúilleabháin's murderer is still out there.

I have a linguistics report--

Your detective play-acting distorted a murder investigation.

-Listen to me. -Leave now!

Or spend the day in a cell.

Just go, please.

You fucked up when Sabine went missing,

and now you're fucking up again.

Is this about Conall?

No, he's fine.

Can we come in?

Following sworn statements given to the Gardaí--

What?

I can't...

find the remote.

That woman is hiding it on me.

We are here to arrest you for a series of sexual assaults on minors--

Excuse me?

We're taking you to the station.

What are you talking about?

You're not obliged to say anything, unless you wish to do so--

My son's a Garda.

I want your names

and your badge numbers.

-Mr Ó Súilleabháin? -What?

What's my name?

How the hell should I know?

It's Barry. We've met loads of times.

I work with Conall.

He needs a solicitor and medical attention.

We can't arrest him today.

-Get out of my house. -You need a solicitor.

Get out. Leave!

You'll pay for what you did to those young girls.

Listen, a warrant has been issued for your Dad but we couldn't serve it.

He was acting very weird.

It's so good to see you again.

Likewise.

You had us all so worried.

What a mess.

Ray of all people.

I still can't get my head around it either.

You need time.

We all do.

All the things that came out about Mum...

Ray...

he couldn't admit it.

Would that really change anything?

At least now you know.

Yeah.

Is that what's left?

Yep.

You need to let it go.

Remember what we'd do on the last day of school?

I guess it's as good as any way.

Have you anything you need to tell me?

No.

I need your phone and your passcode.

Eh... 0070

Listen, a warrant has been issued for your Dad but we couldn't serve it.

-That's, um-- -You're finished.

-But, Inspector! -I already warned you.

You gave your girlfriend access to evidence.

You had sex with her while on duty, in the station.

It's all on CCTV.

But I found the texts on Sabine's phone, um--

Don't humiliate yourself.

They wouldn't have been admissible because of how you went about it.

I hope the ride was worth it.

Have your desk cleared out by the time I get back from the gym.

Inspector!

I'm sorry, Inspector!

I remember you and Danny running around in your boxers

on the last day of school.

You guys had thrown your uniforms in the fire.

Claiming your freedom.

Thinking life was all ahead of us.

We were so innocent.

Go on.

It has to be you.

I never suspected Ray.

Why would you?

Life rarely makes sense, Conall.

How many times had Danny driven that road when he died?

A hundred?

Two hundred?

-It was an accident. -Accident?

It must have been.

Ray was very fond of Sabine.

He must have used your scarf to try and save her,

and I reckon he tried to spend the rest of his life making it up to you.

We need some music.

I had my first kiss in this room.

Aye.

I waited for you all night.

You never showed.

My ol' fella had me working in the bar.

Who did you kiss anyway?

That'd be telling!

Would it?

Get this: Patsy knew that Sabine was having an affair,

and she never acted on it.

I need these.

Can you plug me in there?

Battery's low.

Barry?

What the fuck?

I got the sack today.

What's that got to do with my laptop?

I need it to stop.

What?

You and Conall and...

everything.

Please fuck off.

You still look awful troubled

for a man who burned his past.

I'm sorry about ICE.

About prison, about... everything.

Maybe... it was for the best.

You only owe me a car, a cat, all my clothes!

Did the coat not cover all that, no?

LETTERKENNY SWIMMING POOL

I warned you.

And I didn't listen.

Did Art pay you off?

To leave Sabine's affair out of the reports?

Don't insult me.

There must be a reason

and for your bullshit reconstruction which framed Ray.

Motherfucker.

Barry, don't hang up!

Patsy didn't manipulate the investigation to save her career.

She did it because she killed Sabine.

-You're back. -Not for long.

That discussion has been had.

I meant what I said.

-I want nothing to do with you. -I did nothing wrong.

They were kids.

They knew what they were doing.

You're fucking sick in the head.

Go there or rot here.

Stay there. I am taking you to the station now.

I doubt that.

Tofu fried rice.

Dinner? Bonus!

She's paying.

Where's Iarla?

He's away.

He has a match in Galway.

I've a free gaff.

You know...

I got turned down for a TV job straight out of college.

They didn't like my Irish.

Wrong accent.

And that's exactly what's tripped you up.

You will be charged--

Well, that and the spelling. Ray was dyslexic.

Couldn't spell for shit.

How many murders makes a serial killer?

By my count, you have two under your belt -

Sabine and Ray.

You're deluded.

You've been leaving a trail for years.

Your digital fingerprint is everywhere.

Every text you sent, every note you made...

same old turn of phrase...

"Sabine, darling." Ray called her 'honey'.

You framed Ray for a murder that you committed.

You planted your phone in Ray's house.

I know you'd love that to be true but...

you're wrong.

The tattoo artist will testify that you were acting like a couple.

Fine.

We had an affair.

And when she dumped you,

you took it too far and you killed her.

No!

We loved each other.

You sure about that?

I reckon you were just one of many.

Fuck you!

-You killed her. -I did not!

Then why frame Ray?

Because he did it.

That thug took the love of my life.

Bullshit.

He was at the house that night, and lied about it.

I'm going to tell the world every lie you told.

Let's see where that gets you.

You're not going to tell anyone.

She already has, Patsy.

Jesus fucking Christ, you took your time!

Did you get what you needed?

For now.

The night Sabine was murdered, I was in a hospital in Dublin.

Even so, Ray was innocent. You framed him.

Let's go. I have a podcast to edit.

Your career is over.

You've nothing to gain by exposing me.

I'll get a shitload more downloads

when you go to jail for planting evidence.

Barry, I haven't lodged the paperwork about you yet.

I'll be across all sorts of cases in the PSNI.

And?

I'll keep you informed.

About everything.

Fuck. Are you sure you're okay?

Yeah! I'm fine.

Are you resitting the Leaving Cert?!

I was bored.

I can think of ways to keep you busy!

Oh yeah?

Gimme a sec!

-Leave it! -It's only a couple of bits.

-You're killing the buzz, Sergeant! -Hang on a sec!

What's this?

Think I found some lost treasure.

What?

Leave it, Conall.

Please.

Anne Marie?

Anne Marie, wait!

Anne Marie!

I'm sorry.

Why?

-Why? -It was an accident.

What happened?

I asked the wrong person for help.

-What do you mean? -Sabine.

Your dad.

He offered me Mum's shifts when Dad got sick.

He used to give me lifts home from work.

And... I started giving in to him.

His hands would wander but...

he didn't even blink.

I convinced myself I was imagining it.

And you told my mum?

When I realised I was pregnant.

The abortion was for you?

Sabine organised it.

She was trying to help me.

But she still believed your dad.

That I'd started it all.

On Good Friday...

I'd left my phone at home

and the clinic called.

Mum answered.

She was waiting for me when I got home.

She thought it was yours.

She took me and...

dragged me up to your house.

Mum screaming about how abortion was a sin.

They were both fighting over what was going to happen to my body.

I snapped.

I grabbed a knife that was beside me.

I just wanted it to end.

Your mum tried to take the knife from me.

And... I don't know...

I pulled away from her, and...

I swear to God, I don't know how but...

the knife caught your mum.

She just collapsed.

And that's when Ray came in.

He tried to help.

He tried to stop the bleeding.

Who buried her?

I did.

Ray drove me up and...

Mum cleaned the house.

And the baby?

I started bleeding while I was digging.

It was all over the next day.

Conall?

Conall!

For God's sake, son. Where are we going?

Conall?

Over my dead body...

will I be going to any nursing home.

Get out.

What are you doing?

Conall?

Keep going.

Down there.

That's far enough.

What are we doing here?

An end fit for a king.

Huh?

Do you know how kings were punished long ago...

for killing one of their own?

Take me home.

They'd be cast adrift,

left at the mercy of God.

What are you talking about?

Your sentence.

For what?

For killing my mother.

It was Ray who killed your mother.

No.

You raped Anne Marie.

And God knows how many others.

Whores and liars the lot of them.

You left Mum to deal with Anne Marie and her baby.

And she paid dearly for it.

Anne Marie?

That little whore killed my Sabine?

-Anne Marie? -Don't say her name!

Anne Marie!

Don't say her name!

She wanted a man, not a boy.

You're a fucking monster.

IN LOVING MEMORY OF DANNY SON - BROTHER - FRIEND

I'll tell the Gardaí everything.

I don't want you to do that.

It's done.

But...

Some secrets should stay buried.

Now I know why Ray kept the truth to himself.

I'm sorry.

Me too.