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An artist,

a wife,

a mother.

Who would kill a well-respected woman in her prime?

Questions must be asked about her husband.

Was his grip on his much younger wife slipping,

like the grip on his crumbling empire?

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You've some neck...

pointing the finger at my dad.

Well, I can get his side out with an interview.

-When's he free? -Never.

How long had you been looking for Anne Marie Gillespie?

I found her in an hour.

You didn't know everything about your mother, the kind of person she was.

You'd be over in Letterkenny at the crack of dawn

and you'd see her - Sabine - leaving the hotel there,

arm in arm with a fancy man.

How many other people were too embarrassed or afraid

to tell you the truth when you asked questions about your mother?

Cut me out, and cut your chances of finding the killer.

Be a good girl and fuck off home.

I bet you never checked your father's alibi.

She was last seen alive

leaving the hotel at 12.05 a.m.

on Saturday 11th.

R�ona Spear was working in the bar and said they'd had a bumper night.

You can see Sabine here leaving with the takings.

So we're looking at a window

of five past midnight and 3.27 a.m.

when the bog water stopped her watch.

Where were this pair?

Art was on a pilgrimage on Lough Derg the entire weekend.

Could he have sneaked off the island?

Unlikely, but check he stayed for the duration.

Did you not check it at the time?

Conall passed out drinking with his college friends up at the hotel.

Most of the village were at the lock-in and saw him there.

He didn't actually stay the night at the hotel though?

Correct.

The preliminary autopsy report said

that a kitchen knife was found with the body.

In all likelihood, she was killed up at the house.

And Conall slept through it?

Or arrived home after.

We need to figure that out.

Get a warrant for the house.

LOUGH DERG

Hello?

Don't hang up! Don't hang up!

I'm afraid you've caught me at a very busy time.

Wait a second.

I'm a journalist making a podcast

about the murder of Sabine U� Sh�illeabh�in.

Listen, the prime suspect is Art � S�illeabh�in,

the victim's husband.

That can't be right.

Well, his alibi is that he was with all of you on Lough Derg

at the time of the murder so if you could just confirm

if he was or wasn't on the Easter Pilgrimage in 2009,

that'd be a massive help.

I don't know if I can help at all.

Inspector! Hi.

Sabine's phone is in the log but isn't with the evidence.

Was it returned to the family?

If it's in the log, it should still be there.

But it's not.

Can you examine the dashcam footage of the Martin � Tuairisg assault?

But...

Go through it at reception.

The missing phone is worrying.

Smacks of Conall helping himself to evidence.

I hope not.

Did anyone ever tell you you've a great voice for the radio?

Funny you should say that.

I've often thought that myself!

Well, if you could send me a photo of the information you have there,

you might be the star of my next episode.

Okay, well, goodbye.

Halle-fuckin-lujah!

He's online.

It came from the house.

They called.

They're releasing...

releasing your mother.

Right.

We have to send an outfit

to the undertaker.

You did that yesterday, Dad.

God...

I'm losing track of everything.

Tell me the truth.

Were you really in Lough Derg that weekend?

Not you too.

Yes, I was!

That was quick!

Small towns are all the same.

Sorry about this, Conall, but we need to search the house.

You've got new evidence?

It's all in order.

We're looking for a laptop.

I know this might be upsetting.

I am upset

that you didn't do it 15 years ago.

It's your fault she lay in that bog, alone,

all this time.

Can we go through your statements?

Both of you.

You did that when she went missing.

Nothing has changed.

Same for me.

Sit down there, Dad.

Dean?

Bag this.

How long has that knife been missing?

-Check the dishwasher. -It's not there.

Would you mind leaving the room?

Yes, I would mind.

Great work.

I walked that bog path a hundred times after she went missing.

Never knew she was there.

Your investigation was comprehensive.

There was no evidence to find.

But I knew her personally.

I knew the pressure she was under with the hotel,

and that the marriage was rocky, and I stopped looking.

You tracked her passport, her bank accounts,

and you had the RNLI sweep the coast, Inspector.

There was nothing else you could have done.

There's always something.

Bad time?

Come in.

Any developments?

No.

You any good with this stuff?

I came 14th in the E-Sports Cup.

Right.

These are all of Mum's passwords.

The first one got me into the laptop

but the next three don't work for her emails.

If that's her laptop, I should bring it in and log it.

-The techies will-- -Well, that's not an option.

Can you do it?

Well, there are apps and the dark web, I guess.

-How long will it take? -A few days? I don't know.

-You checked the search history? -Yeah, it was cleared.

Ah, the search history is never really cleared.

Let me check...

All pretty normal stuff.

Cinema times...

news site for Bremen...

What is it?

I think it's a clinic for...

for women... for...

There wasn't any mention of a pregnancy in the autopsy.

The report's back?

Ah, just some preliminary stuff.

It's not easy reading, Conall.

Get into those emails and find out if she made an appointment.

And I want to know whatever Patsy knows, got it?

Eh... got it.

I saw you on dashcam footage

near where Martin � Tuairisg was assaulted.

Doing what?

Walking.

And?

And... that was it. Nothing.

What the fuck?

Anne Marie? You're back?

Hey bro.

It's a coincidence.

No.

I told you he was off.

He had zero emotion.

He's a psychopath.

Sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Conall... sorry for your loss.

Thanks, Gr�inne.

It's very quiet.

Not everyone is as charitable as you.

Poor Sabine.

Don't you have an investigation to be doing?

I'm here as Sabine's friend.

The friend who spread lies

about her taking her own life?

But they were very close, Art.

Respects paid. You can leave.

She's lying in there in her coffin.

And her murderer is probably propped up against it.

You can't tell him now.

I'd want to know my father lied about his alibi.

You can go to the station in the morning and pretend you found out.

Get some credit.

You and Conall are going to get me fired!

This isn't the place for a domestic, Roche.

I'm doing a podcast and--

Any relationship with this woman is a conflict of interest.

How insulting.

-Let's go. -No. Between the abortion and this,

it's too much.

Excuse me?

Hi.

I'm sorry.

Have you...

any news?

No, but... she has.

-Your father's alibi is bullshit. -Jesus, Ciara-Kate!

What?

-Get out. -Eh... yeah.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Did you do it? Yeah?

What?

Did you kill my mother?

You weren't in Lough Derg.

No more lies...

or I'll put you in the coffin with her.

No...

I wasn't in Lough Derg.

Where were you?

I was in Edinburgh.

With another woman.

Start talking.

-You won't like-- -I said, start fucking talking!

Can I have a word?

What's going on?

I have to ask you something.

If you already know, don't make me say it.

If he has no alibi, he gets the blame.

I have to hear it from you.

Were you with him that weekend?

The whole weekend.

He took me to Edinburgh

on the ferry from Belfast, after school.

I was so stupid.

I thought it was glamorous, going abroad,

staying in a fancy hotel.

Fuck's sake.

When did you get back?

The Sunday morning.

You won't tell anyone, will you?

They'll ask you to confirm his alibi.

But it shouldn't get out.

I was flattered by the attention.

It was a mistake.

-A dreadful mistake-- -Shut your mouth.

She was just a kid.

But do you believe me now?

I didn't hurt your mother.

It's not me you need to convince.

You can make your own way home.

Hello?

Hello?

Can I help you?

I need to...

amend my statement.

You didn't know everything about your mother.

The kind of person she was.

There wasn't any mention of a pregnancy in the autopsy.

Do you hate me, Balor?

You're my only friend left around here.

I didn't know what I was doing back then.

I know.

He gave me this.

Said I was one in a million.

I thought I was somebody.

Forgive me.

Thanks for everything you did.

Thank you for everything.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Our Father who art in heaven Hallowed be Thy name

Thy kingdom come Thy will be done

Deliver us from evil...

Sorry for your loss.

Thanks.

Could Art have wound up his very angry son enough

to kill Sabine?

Mammy was breaking up the family.

With no hotel and a divorce, he'd have nothing left to inherit.

What's with the nickname?

Balor is like a beast, right?

A one-eyed God.

Cute.

When he was playing for the minors,

Conall punched a ref so hard, the man was blinded in one eye.

Any charges pressed?

Art bought his way out of it.

So a clear history of violence,

and no alibi.

It's the lab.

Conall went to Connacht University.

Hold your horses. Thousands of those scarves exist.

Conall was on the team, wasn't he?

Shame Daddy's money is all gone!

He might actually end up in prison this time.

I have something.

Art's alibi in Lough Derg--

Is a pile of crap.

He was on a dirty weekend with a teenager.

It's already in the file.

Nice try, Sherlock.

Reckon he'll own up to it in public?

He has an alibi.

We're back at square one so.

Who's that guy?

Is this a game?

That's Feilim Dwyer.

He owns the gallery where Mum's work used to be shown.

Why?

Bit of a fancy man, wouldn't you say?

And he was overly camera-shy.

I wondered why.

They've no respect.

Leave them be.

How much is left on the tab?

I'll have a few pints and a short one while I'm waiting.

Close the tab!

I'm sick and tired of you all.

I did not kill my wife.

And shame on you who gossiped

and pointed the finger at me this last week,

during the most painful moments of our lives.

Smearing her reputation

for five minutes of fame on a podcast.

Shame on you!

Someone in this pub,

someone looking at me now, knows who murdered her

and left her in the bog,

cold and alone

for 15 long years.

You'll be caught, and you'll pay.

May you burn in hell!

I'm telling you - that's what I saw.

We look like informants.

You're not stopping me.

Do you want to be alone?

Jesus no.

You'll get chilly without a coat.

Ever the gent.

-She raised you well. -Yeah, with a clip around the ear!

Oh stop, she spoiled you rotten!

She did, yeah.

It's good to see you.

Looking like an old lady, in my mum's dress.

I came home in my running gear and handcuffs.

ICE got me.

Didn't even let me get my wallet from my car.

Everything's gone.

I'm sorry.

Easy come, easy go.

If you need a dig-out,

just tell me.

I'll hit you up for a pint!

Can you...

Can you help me with something?

There's always a catch.

I'm only joking.

Go on.

I passed out...

that night.

Her last night.

I can't remember anything.

It was a long time ago.

Mum collected the takings.

Did you notice anything strange about her or...

or anyone else that night?

Those dicks from college were with you, weren't they?

Dicks?

You weren't much better.

Go on.

You were showing off.

And the lads...

they kept pawing me.

One of them followed me home.

-Or tried to. -What?

I didn't catch on until I was well down the road.

He was so sneaky, staying in the shadows.

But I could sense that someone was behind me.

You know what I mean?

I cut across the bog and... managed to lose him.

Never ran so fast in my life.

Do you remember which one followed you?

It was so dark.

And he had that scarf that the three of you had.

He had it pulled high up around his face.

That was kind of what scared me.

Like, why was he wrapped up like that?

You don't think--

I don't know what to think anymore.

I better get back.

No.

Keep it.

Hey.

Well?

They found a scarf with your mum's body.

A Connacht University scarf, with a soccer badge.

Right.

They think it was yours.

They think you did it.

Good work.

Hey!

I've been waiting to make it up to you

for pissing off your boss.

Barry?

Can I grab you for a minute?

-Is everything alright? -I remembered something.

Go on.

On my way out of the hotel the night she died,

I saw Sabine shouting at Conall about running a tab or something.

He was sprawled across the couch in reception

but he was giving as good as he got.

CONNACHT UNIVERSITY

He was like a man possessed.

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