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Ladies!

She's over here!

Isn't there some bird flu around?

I don't want to be patient zero.

It wasn't bird flu. She was poisoned.

You sure?

The lab will confirm it.

Likely farmers leaving poisoned bait out for foxes.

And he spotted an easy meal.

She.

Muireann.

Who's Muireann?

She was a breeding female.

Find who's doing this and stop them.

A dead eagle.

They didn't cover this one in training.

I'm making you lead in this.

-Me? -Yeah.

Now, stay here and search the area for evidence.

Document anything odd.

Evidence?

Footprints. Half-eaten bait.

But... but eagles can fly for miles!

Yes, they do.

You wanna race, old boy?

That's the stuff for you, old boy!

Fuckin' animal.

Well, what's up?

Where?

Right.

I'll be back.

Thanks, Ailbhe.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Hey Darragh!

Are you in Carricknanaul yet?

Almost.

The dead eagle. I'm going to need 800 not 400 words.

What do you want me to do?

Turn it into a murder mystery?

Bollox.

-Excuse me? -No, not you!

My car.

Well, you too if I'm being honest.

I'm out of battery and...

I'm in the middle of nowhere.

I gotta go.

Hello!

Hello!

Hello!

Hello!

What happened?

Goddamn boy racer ran me off the road.

You've two spades for feet!

Iarla!

Wake up!

Run! Run! Come on!

One-two!

Quick! One-two!

You're not moving anywhere!

Well, young fella... Hurry up! Pass it on!

Well, young fella, how are you?

Here, Balor. Come here to me - would you come out of retirement?

We need a new keeper,

and Marty will be out of action for a while.

You wouldn't be leaving out poisoned bait for the foxes, would you?

It's just, uh... we had another dead eagle up the bog.

Should never have been reintroduced. They're a waste of money!

No more poisoned bait, Ray.

Alright! Alright!

Now... get up! Get up!

Ah, keep it together!

What happened to you?

Nothing.

You should see the other lad.

Fuck's sake, Conall.

Were you on the Falcarragh Road at about 11.20 a.m?

No.

I want you down at the station tomorrow.

At 11.

Don't make me come looking for you.

Fuck.

I don't care if it's a wild-goose chase.

You mean, a wild-eagle chase!

Oh! Very good. You should write that one down!

-What's this? -Her car ran out of battery.

Ciara-Kate N� Bhraon�in, The Sligo Voice.

I'm here to cover the story of the dead eagle.

I've a few questions.

Do you think this is deliberate poisoning--

-Look, Claire-- -Ciara-Kate.

Right. We don't discuss ongoing investigations.

Your friend should've told you that.

-I did! -Hang on. My charger?

We're closed.

I can't leave without my charger.

-We're open again in the morning. -At 10 a.m.

See ya, Claire.

Ciara-Kate... Claire...

Ciara... Claire...

Dick!

How's the head?

Grand.

What's going on? Where's, uh...

Where's Anika?

-Who? -The, uh...

the cleaner.

Her?

I fired her.

Why?

She had sticky fingers.

What did she steal?

Doesn't matter.

You've got to tell me these things. I've told you that before.

I dealt with it.

So, what, you can't clean up after yourself?

Fuckin' bananas!

What's the craic with your prescription?

Huh?

Your insulin.

When did it run out?

I don't know... yesterday.

Jesus, Da.

We phoned him last week about that.

Maybe we should phone you in future.

Right.

Martin's a good man.

A good dad.

How's your hand?

If I wanted your fuckin' help, I'd fuckin' ask.

-Cheers! -Cheers!

So? What's it like being a Garda in a place with no crime?

I wouldn't say that. I was flat-out this summer.

Traffic management, mostly.

Illegal parking.

And then the students were here for Irish College.

So, what, were you making sure they didn't speak English?

No. They were up to all sorts.

Bunking out.

Drinking down at the beach.

Robbing from the shop.

What about the Provos?

Someone's organising the shootings and bomb scares across the border.

Around here?

No chance!

Where's the nearest nightclub? I feel like dancing.

Dunno.

Boston probably!

You're funny!

Well...

we'll just have to make our own fun.

What are you doing?

Oh, I don't have a key.

What do you mean?

I mean, I don't have a key.

He has the key.

Hey, Conall.

Great.

Morning!

Shouldn't you be up at the bog?

Open up so I can get the hell out of here.

You're going?

Fair enough.

Where's your key?

Hello, Conall. Councillor � Grianna here.

We've had several complaints

of people leaving plastic bags of dogshit down at the beach--

Joan O'Donnell here. Someone stole my phone.

No, they didn't. You're using your phone now.

Hello. This is Josie Logan. Listen to me now--

I didn't know it was your dad who was driving.

What difference does that make?

Please, Conall, can't you turn a blind eye?

You could have killed him.

Well, that's the thing. He was the one driving like a madman!

He was all over the road.

He wouldn't let me pass.

Ask Hughie Sharkey. He was there too.

We tried to overtake him but your ol' boy pulled out in front of us.

He floored it.

Please, Conall.

I need the car for work.

Alright.

Oh Jesus.

Uh... Delta 3-8-2 to Charlie 80?

Go ahead.

Can you get up here?

I've found a body.

You sure it's not bog oak?

It's... it's not bog oak.

Where are you?

Two hundred yards from where we found the eagle yesterday.

You'll see me.

Where?

Did you start a log?

No.

Start one.

Conall?

Conall?

Get a hold of Ray.

They've floodlights in the clubhouse.

Floodlights, gotcha.

Make sure they're working before you bring them up.

And grab the tent from the station.

Tent. Floodlights.

LETTERKENNY STATION

Sergeant � S�illeabh�in, to what do I owe the pleasure?

We've found a body in the bog, half a mile outside town.

Oh, any idea who?

It's her.

You've found her?

I think so.

Jesus.

I can only see... I can only see an arm.

The rest of her is buried but...

it's her watch.

I'll call you back.

Chips are vegan.

Are they cooked in the same oil as the meat?

Yeah.

Then they're not vegan.

I'll have a salad, to go.

Inspector?

Technical team and State Pathologist are on their way from Dublin,

and I've requested detectives from the Missing Person's squad too.

They'll be with you at first light.

-Why can't they come tonight? -They'll be with you in the morning.

Now, you understand you can't have any part in this investigation?

I understand.

Have you told your father?

No.

Do you want me to?

No, I'll do it.

And, Conall...

What?

I'm very sorry.

I have to go.

Yesterday an eagle, today an actual body.

Get started on the screen, Barry.

So, what have we got?

Do you think it's sectarian?

Drug gangs or..?

Barry, screen.

I had Covid when we did this in college.

Well..

I thought I did.

Turned out to be food poisoning

but remember in the early days, any old symptom freaked you out.

I'll be back. You keep going with the screen.

Dad.

Dad.

What?

We found her.

Sabine?

Where?

In the bog.

Beyond McClafferty's.

God almighty.

What happened her?

Too early to tell.

Did she suffer?

I don't know.

-I want to see her. -You can't.

-I want to see her! -You will but not yet.

Not yet.

Take this.

She was the love of my life.

I'll call Ray.

He'll come and keep you company.

Alright?

Right.

-Conall's mum? -Yeah.

-Jesus. -He can't be there.

So hold the fort until the team arrive in the morning.

Sure thing, Patsy... Sorry! I mean, Inspector.

There you are!

You have to leave, now!

What have you found? A body?

It's a body, isn't it?

Wink once for yes.

I'm not kidding.

Go! That's an order.

Ooh! An order?

Careful now - you're turning me on!

Come on.

I'll find out one way or another.

It's a body.

-Conall's mum. -Conall who?

Your boss!

You. Leave now.

I'm going. I'm going.

You can go. I'll take over.

Listen, uh... the inspector...

called me.

I'm really sorry, Conall.

She told me to stay here and that you shouldn't be here.

Uh, so...

if you don't mind, uh...

Whatever. You stay. Be with your mum.

Fuck Patsy. Or...

fuck the inspector.

LOCAL ARTIST MISSING

Darragh?

Have I got a breaking story for you!

You heard of Sabine U� Sh�illeabh�in?

She went missing 15 years ago.

She's been found.

Dead.

Well, that's what I intend to find out.

And I want to revisit the podcast idea.

This has it all.

A former bigwig's wife disappears

only to be discovered 15 years later

buried in a bog half a mile outside town.

Fingers crossed she was murdered!

Right.

Bye. Bye-bye-bye!

DS Sorcha Conlon, and this is my partner--

-Detective Keogh. -Uh, Garda Barry Roche.

This is Sergeant Conall � S�illeabh�in.

So did you have to come from far?

Great. Well, that's the pleasantries out of the way.

Log?

We'll take it from here.

We've been fully briefed by the inspector.

And on a personal note...

I'm very sorry for your loss.

Go be with your family.

Thank you.

I've been told to take holidays.

Good idea.

I need you to keep me posted about what's going on.

Any developments,

you don't decide if it's important or not, you tell me.

Sure.

Good man.

Where are you going?

I haven't had breakfast so...

No, I'm going back there to monitor what's happening

and keep you posted of any developments.

Did Sabine shop here often?

God, yes. Such a beautiful woman.

When she disappeared, that's when the hotel went to the dogs.

Closed a few weeks later.

SABINE U� SH�ILLEABH�IN MISSING SINCE 10th APRIL 2009

Barry?

They're taking your mum to the regional hospital for a post-mortem.

Any indication of cause of death?

Uh, they're saying she was wrapped in some sort of cloth,

so they've ruled out accidental death.

I'm very sorry.

Thanks for speaking with me again.

You were working that night?

I was.

-Did you see Sabine? -Yeah.

She came to cash out.

She always did.

You couldn't have been working on your own?

No. Ray was the night porter.

He did the residents' bar and, God, I think Anne Marie was on too.

-Anne Marie? -Nic Giolla Easpaig.

Where would I find her?

Who knows? She moved to the States years ago.

UNIVERSITY HOSPITAL

Jesus.

What are you doing?

Next of kin.

I have a right to be kept informed

under the EU directive, and the Victims of Crime Bill 2017.

Conall, don't make my job - our job - more difficult.

This is a murder investigation.

Do you understand that, Conall?

Make sure you log that he showed up.

How did he know she was wrapped in a cloth?

Conall?

I'm really sorry about your mother.

I'm covering the story, and was hoping for a quick word?

No.

I know this is awful for you.

It must be frustrating, not being able to work on the case yourself.

Get off my property.

I know that your mother disappeared

sometime between the night of Good Friday, April 10th 2009

and the following Saturday the 11th.

It's all online.

Anne Marie Nic Giolla Easpaig - any idea where I could find her?

Why?

Herself and R�ona were the only sober ones in the village that night.

She'd be worth talking to, no?

Weird that your father happened to be missing that weekend.

Fact: 75% of murdered women know their killer.

Someone in her life killed her. In your life.

But you're not allowed to investigate.

I can help you!

Hello?

Mr Mac Giolla Easpaig?

Anybody home?

Hello?

-Anne Marie? -Nic Giolla Easpaig.

Where would I find her?

Who knows?

She moved to the States years ago.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, IARLA. ANNE MARIE

The Irish people have a saying:

"In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king."

In Carricknanaul in 2009,

the king in question was a man by the name of Art � S�illeabh�in,

owner of the Curlew Hotel.

A hotel that provided employment for locals

until its sudden closure that same year.

If Art was the king,

then his wife Sabine was the Queen.

She was an energetic German woman who moved to this isolated area,

a place she made her home.

A place where she met a violent death.

And no royal family is complete without a prince.

In this new podcast series, 'Faighte',

I will be reporting in real time on a murder that has rocked a community.

We will follow every twist and turn to try and answer the question:

Who killed Sabine U� Sh�illeabh�in?

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