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(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Heavy cloud there, Conor.

- Heavy cloud.
- Yeah.

The sky is wearing the right
outfit for a day like this.

(CHURCH BELL TOLLING)

- We shouldn't be here.
- I'll turn around...

No, the procession, I mean.
This here, this is for family.

Turn here.
We'll get the boys to follow.

(BELL TOLLING)

What in God's name
do you think you're doing here?

Leave her be.

He'd be alive
if it weren't for you.

Your filth that he stuck
in his arm.

Just business as usual for you,
though, right?

He was a good boy.
He didn't deserve this.

(PHONE BUZZING)

Frank McDonnell.

Woah, woah, woah.
Slow down there.

I understand, yeah.

No, no, no. I'll be right there.

- You all right?
- Briain's been killed.

Shit! What happened?

Business as usual.

HELEN: Hey!

Yeah, I hope it's OK
that I'm calling you.

I'm not really... I'm not sure
what the number here is.

- 'But, um...'
- Not a bother, not a bother.

- Are you all right?
- 'No.'

I'm not. I'm... I'm not really
cos I just witnessed a murder.

'I saw Niamh kill a man.'

Oh.
Are you sure he's dead?

Yeah. Pretty sure.

Yeah.

'I can send you my location.'

- (PHONE CHIMES)
- 'There.'

- Are you in danger?
- I don't think so.

- There's no one around.
- 'Get out of the area anyhow.'

'I can't leave the scene.'

I'm telling you
it might be dangerous.

I'll be fine, I'll just, um...

find some place nearby
and I'll wait for you.

Helen, for the love of God,
can you just...

(BEEPS)

I'm going to have to go.

And I am sorry I let you fall.

But you're all right now,
aren't you, Mary?

- Ruairi Slater.
- Morning, Deirdre.

What are you going to do
about that smell there?

- Excuse me?
- That big stink

wafting out of your house,
stinking up my laundry.

I've actually got Garda
business, if you don't mind.

If it's the pipes, Ruairi
Slater, you need them cleaning.

Get them men in the suits
with the long poles

to do the poking
and the whatnot.

I'll get right on that,
all right.

Are you not looking after
yourself?

Cos it's all right
to ask for help, Ruairi.

- You know that.
- I've really got to be going.

I'll make that call,
the men with the poles.

All right.

(ENGINE STARTS)

No, no, no, no,
please, please, please.

Come on, come on.

Fuck!

Wait! What are you doing?

- I'll get myself back.
- Bollocks you will.

How are you gonna drive
with half your face missing?

I'll be fine. You two need to
stay here and find that bastard!

- We're going with you.
- No!

- That's the fucking end of it!
- You're not thinking straight.

You bring him back,
but you bring him back blue.

- That wasn't the deal.
- Bollocks to the deal.

What's Frank going to say, huh?
Hm?

- Frank doesn't need to know.
- But the whole point of this

- in the first place...
- Was a mistake!

He needs to be put down,
so get to it!

Little prick's got a fucking
head start on us and all!

Really?
I don't want to look stupid.

You'd look more stupid
drinking beef through a straw

like your cousin, Ushi.

Jesus!

What does that say?

It says that peace time's over, Liam.

That's what it says.

Come on.

- (MUSIC PLAYING)
- Hi.

Can I get like a...
like a coffee? Or something?

Actually, make that
something stronger.

Like top end of things,
strength-wise.

I just saw a man get killed, so...

(LAUGHS)

(BOTTLE UNCORKED, POURED)

I'm sorry?

- Is that funny here?
- You tourists are all the same.

You sound like you're a long way
from home there.

Yeah, I am.

Where the hell are you?

(UNAVAILABLE TONE)

(ENGINES APPROACHING)

Fuck!

- There's nothing down there.
- I'm sure I saw him this way.

FERGAL: It's beautiful,
isn't it?

I had this dream last night
where I was at a dinner party.

And all these famous people
were there, like...

John Legend
was serving the wine.

And so, we start eating,

I look down at my hands
to pick up my knife and fork,

and I had...

I had these, like,
sausages for fingers.

What the fuck are you on about?
Come on.

- We should go.
- What do you think it means?

Like, losing your teeth
or turning up to school naked,

I understand,
but sausages for fingers?

Should I go vegan? Cos it's
something that's occurred to me.

- We need to go.
- All right, yeah.

And split up.

We'll cover the island faster.

All right.

- Where are you going?
- I can't get over the view.

Fuck!

I could stand here for days.

You don't think the sausages is
about putting on weight, do you?

- Fergal, come on!
- Yeah. OK.

ORLA: Fucking sausages!

It's not like
he can get very far.

There's only one way
off this island.

OK!

(PHONE RINGS)

Elliot? Oh, my God.
Where are you?

- 'Are you OK?'
- Helen, thank fuck.

- (VOICE DISTORTED)
- Elliot?

Hello? Can you hear me?
Where are you?

'Island... Ireland...'

I know we're in Ireland.
Where in Ireland?

No, I'm on an island.

'Island...'

I'm on an island off Ireland.

'Island...'

I'm on an island, Helen.

Stop saying Ireland!

I need you to be careful,
Helen, OK?

Anyone you're talking to,
just don't...

(CUTS OFF)

Elliot.

Oh, come on!

Fuck.

(DISTANT ENGINE)

Fuck's sake!

(QUADBIKE ROARING)

(QUADBIKE DRIVES AWAY)

(SIGHS)

(TOILET FLUSHES)

Oh, bollocks!

How fucking old are you?

Just answer my questions, OK?

Stop it!

Ow!

Jesus, will you stop
slapping me?

I don't want to hurt you, OK?
You're just a child.

Would you stop grabbing
my fucking beard?

(CLICK)

OK, now...

- Now I'm going to hurt you.
- No. No, no.

How do I get off this island?

(MUFFLED)

What's that?

I can't talk with a gun
in my mouth.

ORLA: 'Fergal?
See anything yet?'

Get up.

Go on there. Say a word
and I'll fucking kill you.

I won't say nothing.

- Anything.
- What?

"I won't say anything."

"I won't say nothing"
is a double negative.

Oh.

- So, what's a double negative?
- Just answer the fucking thing.

- (BEEP)
- Yeah, it's all clear.

'Where have you been?'

I was... on the toilet.

'Again? You need to sort out
your diet, Fergal.

'Those beans'll be
the end of you.'

Now, come on.

Can I at least do up my flies?
Can you give a man that?

Go on.

(FERGAL CRIES OUT)

I think I broke my leg.

- I can't bleedin' look.
- My heart bleeds for you.

- How do I get off this island?
- If you help me, I'll show you.

There's a rowboat half an hour
from here. I could take you.

- Please, please...
- And I'm supposed to trust you?

You will try and probably fail
to kill me first chance you get.

No, please. Please,
I need to get to a hospital.

- Good luck!
- You can't just leave me here!

Please! Please don't.

You can't.

I'm afraid of the dark.

Oh, shit.

The, er... humble bread roll.

That's where this journey's
culinary journey, begins.

Served with this
little rectangle of delight,

churned from the udder
of a bovine.

So, yeah, the first thing
I notice about the bread

is that it's cold to the touch.

Like it's been in the fridge.
Maybe it has been in the fridge.

That would explain the coldness.

- (RATTLING)
- (ETHAN MOANS)

Sorry.
Uh... my bread roll.

(CLATTER)

Hot potato and gravy!
We're going down!

- It's just turbulence.
- That's how it starts.

That's how it starts.
"It's just a rash," they say.

(MOANS)

CREW: 'Ladies and gentlemen,

'the captain has now switched on
the seatbelt signs.

'Please ensure your seatbelts
are fastened and secure.'

Do you mind if I talk to you?

I just...
I-I find it helps to talk.

Yeah, I noticed.

OK, um...

My name's Ethan, Ethan Krum.

(SHE SIGHS)

- Lena.
- Well, strap in, Lena.

Because turbulence, but also
because I have a tale to tell.

You see, I'm going to Ireland
for a very special someone.

A female woman
who goes by the name of Helen.

He called, Elliot.

He called,
but the signal was terrible

and he just kept saying
that he was in Ireland.

So, he's still in Ireland, then.
That's good, right?

- Well, maybe we can trace it?
- How long did it last?

I don't know.
A minute, maybe less.

Not enough to get anything other
than that he sounded scared.

Look, he called, so he's OK.
That's something.

Come on. Shall we take a look
at this murder, huh?

All right.

RUAIRI: What were you doing
in this part of town, anyway?

I got a weird feeling
from Elliot's mum yesterday,

so I followed her.

Once a police officer,
always a police officer!

- Are you on your own?
- Afraid so, just little old me.

I saw someone die, Ruairi.

I mean, what about forensics
and securing the scene and...

What the Christmas?

No, it was right here.

I mean, the body, it was...
It was just here.

And there was a word
written on the wall.

- Frank McDonnell, is it?
- It is.

You wouldn't happen to have seen

any dead bodies,
would you now, Frank?

Oh, I think I'd have noticed
something like that, Sergeant.

Detective Sergeant
Ruairi Slater.

We've met a few times, actually,
but that's OK.

Sorry, I've never been any good
with names.

I could tell you when
the Battle of Aughrim was,

but you asked me
who me barber is and I go blank.

I saw it right here.

This man is destroying
a crime scene, we need to get...

Do you want to take a look
around, Detective? Be my guest.

I didn't, er...

- ...see your badge there.
- I'm not with the police.

The Garda, we call them
around these parts.

And I can see that.

So, what are ya?

A well-meaning busybody, is it?

Sticking her nose in
where it's not wanted.

I'm not scared of you.

Then you don't know who
you're fucking talking to, miss.

RUAIRI: We'll be out of
your hair now, Mr McDonnell.

Wait, have you gone troppo?

- I'm telling you what I saw...
- We're going now.

- What the heck was that?
- Just get in the car, OK?

Tell you what, I couldn't get
some water, could I?

Agh!

(SIGHS) Fuck's sake!

Why do you have to make it
so hard on yourself?

I was just... stretching.

- For my gun?
- No, like my triceps and stuff.

(TAP RUNNING)

So, where the hell are we?
What is this place?

My family's used as a smuggling
spot since... forever.

But then maybe, like, 60 years
ago, there's this big set-to.

Like a proper Western shootout

because
the Cassidys came for us.

And when it was done,
Frank's uncle said

he wanted the bodies
to rest where they lay

as, like, a reminder.

Who are the Cassidys?

(LAUGHING) Who are they?

They're your family.

They're... I'm a Cassidy?

Right down
to your bastard bones.

Why do you think your man
goes by Elliot Stanley, then?

Shouldn't it be Elliot Cassidy?

That's what you want
to talk about?

I'm more interested in why
the flippers we're driving away

- from the person who took him.
- Why would you think Frank?

Frank McDonnell
owns Kilgal whiskey, right?

Same bottles
we found at the scene

and Niamh took one look
at that photo and went white.

That's why I followed her there.

Christ, you're a smart one.

Why are you so scared
of Frank McDonnell?

(LAUGHS)

Did you ever hear the Hatfields
and the McCoys?

That's the McDonnells
and the Cassidys for you.

Far back as anyone can remember,

they've been
stepping on each other's toes,

then stomping
on each other's heads,

all the while going about
their day jobs,

buying and selling drugs.

Things have been quiet between
them for the past few years,

so I don't know
why now all of a sudden...

Wait, you're telling me

that Elliot's mum
is part of all of this?

Well, she's not just part of it.
She runs it.

The Cassidy side, anyway.

You knew who she was
when she came in

and you didn't say anything?

- Are you on the take?
- Christ, no!

If you don't believe me,
you should see my house.

Really, I'm not, but it's just
things around here...

They're complicated, OK?

Well, even if you're not,
someone is taking bribes.

Your boss, maybe?

Maybe that's why Niamh
was so desperate to talk to him?

All I know is
any investigation that's open

concerning those families
is shut down

quicker than a restaurant
with a kitchen full of badgers.

Very quick, like.

But you'd want
to be very careful

going around
asking too many questions.

These people, both families,
they're not messing around.

Why do you and those
other geniuses want me dead?

You weren't supposed to be dead.

You were supposed to be
helping us get to...

No.

No, I'm not saying any more.
Too smart.

Right.

Well, don't say it like that,
like I'm not smart.

No, you're obviously
too smart for it.

Very sorry.

I don't really feel
like you mean that.

So, are you going to help me
find this boat or what?

Well, I said I would, didn't I?

And I meant it.
I'm a man of my word.

God, if my family knew
I was helping a Cassidy. Christ!

You're the enemy, you are.

What is it that I've done
that makes me the enemy?

Please.

Tell me...
Tell me something, I...

I need to know.

Do I even have family here?

Do I? I mean, I know it was
you lot who sent me that note.

Tommy.

There was a photograph of me
from when I was younger,

so you obviously know something.

She's going to find us.

All right.

That's it. Let's go.

Agh!

Yeah, that's gonna hurt.

You said we were going
to Niamh Cassidy's house.

No, you said we should go there.

I very deliberately
didn't say anything.

I thought that was you agreeing.

That was me being polite.
I'm not big on saying no.

- I'm a people pleaser.
- Look, Elliot is in trouble.

- We have to do something.
- I am.

I'm going to go through
that big rucksack of his,

- log all his possessions, like.
- And how is that gonna help?

It's... procedure.

If his mum is who you say
she is, she'll know more.

She can help.

You've had
a heck of a time of things.

Go back to the hotel,
get some rest.

Not that you need it, because
you always look, you know,

very fresh.

If I hear anything,
I'll be in touch.

- You're sort of in my car.
- Fine!

Let's speed it up a bit, yeah?

Need to get off this island,
preferably in one piece.

- I'm trying.
- Try harder.

This isn't going
to end well for you.

Well, right now it's just me

against some idiot
with a sprained ankle,

so I'll take my chances.

It's broke.

And that's very rude
calling me an idiot.

(CRYING OUT)

Look, I need to sit down,
just for a hot minute.

This is killing me.

Fine.

Just for a minute.

How far is this boat?

Not far.

Not far at all.

If you're thinking about hitting
me with that thing, think again.

Fuck me! I thought you were
a man of your word.

What? I am.

Agh!

Jesus!

- What was that for?
- You're doing it to yourself.

I'm just... looking at it.

- I like rocks.
- Oh, yeah?

What is it about this particular
rock that's drawn your eye?

Well, it's quite smooth. See?

- Smooth, yeah?
- Yeah.

Except this bit, which
is actually kind of like...

- Flat?
- Yeah, flat.

Amazing things, rocks,
aren't they?

Give us it here. Yeah.

Have you forgotten
that I still have your gun?

I was just looking at the rock.

- Is your leg OK?
- No, it's broken.

Right.

Thanks for asking, though.

Look, I'm sorry
for calling you an idiot.

That's all right. I am.
Frank always says I am, anyway.

- Who's Frank?
- The big man.

He's the whole reason
for all of this, taking you.

It's all for him.

Why?

Honestly, I don't know.

No one really tells me
anything important.

If it were up to me,
I'd much rather be

lying on the couch
with a nice ice-cold beer

edging one out to Salma Hayek
than be here.

All this feud stuff bores the
shite out of me, truth be told.

Well, if you can get me
to this boat,

then that very specific dream
might become a reality.

Come on,
before your sister finds us.

Agh!

Ffff-arts!

(DISTANT SCREAM)

(GROANS)

Aagh, fuck's sake!

- Talk some sense into him.
- It hurts.

Sit still and let
Assam sort your face out.

Looks like you're fixing
for Halloween.

So, I've just come from
your cousin Briain's place.

What's he got
to say for himself?

Well, not a lot, Donal, actually.

On account
of the butcher's knife

sticking out of his eyeball.

- You're joking?
- You tell me, boy.

Am I known
for my sense of humour?

- Jesus.
- Yes.

Niamh Cassidy did it herself.
Walked in bold as brass.

Wrote the word Cogadh in
your cousin's blood on the wall.

Have you been keeping up
with your Gaeilge?

No, course you're not.

It means "war", Donal.

And what the fuck else
did you expect?

Taking Niamh Cassidy's son.

Four good years we've had
minding our own business,

and now this.

There'll be fucking hell to pay,
both sides.

- We did it for you.
- Bollocks!

There's been something
between the two of you

since before he skipped town.

And whatever that thing was,
you wouldn't let it lie.

No, really.
We did it for you.

It was...

It was for your birthday.

- Ow!
- Sorry.

We saw an opportunity,
getting him back over here.

I thought we'd use the little
fucker to squeeze Mama Cassidy.

And that maybe, finally,

she could give back
what she took from you.

- Was that so?
- Yeah.

I thought she'd listen
if we had her son.

I didn't...

I never thought
it would start another war.

That's all right.

OK.

I know you laugh at me.

For building all this.

See, some people think history
is just a bunch of names

and dates
to cram into your head.

They think it's just...

...what happened.

But it's so much more than that.

It's everywhere.

- We never laughed at you.
- Good.

Because what people
seem to forget

is that history has a real habit
of repeating itself.

- (BUZZING)
- Oh...

(STOPS)

You're back, I see.

You're not actually
supposed to be in here...

I couldn't just sit around
in a hotel room doing nothing.

He needs me.

Why the heck did I say
we should come here?

My mam used to say
everything happens for a reason.

When she got scabies
from the DPD fella,

she stopped saying it like but...

It's true.
Life, there's... a path, see,

and all the wrong turns,
all the blind alleys,

they're all part of the journey.

Maybe this is exactly
where you're supposed to be.

You just didn't know it yet.

What are you on about?

You must have thought coming
here was worth taking the risk.

Whatever that reason was,
it hasn't changed

just because
things have gone bad, like.

You can't change the past.

That's kind of the problem.

How is he supposed to move on...

if he doesn't even know
where he's coming from?

You, you're just
a sweet-hearted, beautiful woman

with a smile that I'd love
to just put in me pocket

and you deserve someone who's
going to treat yourself right.

Are you hitting on me?

- No.
- Oh.

Oh, Jesus, Mary
and the little ones. No, no!

Jesus! That would be
very unprofessional, actually.

And also, you know, it would be
a violation of several diff...

Can I... see that?

Oh.

I, er, guess you didn't know
about this.

I... I have to go.

Where? These people are
dangerous, Helen. You need to...

...be careful.

ETHAN: You know, Lena,
I really do appreciate your time

listening to me ramble on
about my love life.

(YAWNING)

It genuinely has helped me to
sort of be a little bit calmer.

What the actual bananas
is happening?

- Ethan, you're hurting my arm.
- Oh, cripes! I'm sorry.

I didn't even get
your consent to hold it, did I?

This is the exact kind of thing

Julian goes on about
in the webinar.

Toxic behaviour!
It's a slippery slope, Lena.

First it's your arm,
then it's one of your buttocks.

And I don't know why
I'm talking about your buttocks.

Sorry. Forget it.
Tell me about you.

Tell me about you.
Why are you going to Ireland?

Is it business or pleasure?

- Both.
- Both?

Tell me more.

OK.

I sent a message
many months ago.

It went ignored
and then one day...

ding, an answer.

So now there is a man in Ireland
and I intend to surprise him.

Oh, Lena's got herself a fella.
Good on you, doll.

Sorry,
that's misogynistic vernacular.

Good on you, madame.

So how are you going to surprise
this mystery fella of yours?

I'm going to make him pay
for everything he's done.

Ah.

(BEEP)

(ENGINE IDLING, GULLS CALLING)

(RUNNING WATER)

That bit of water, there.

I recognise that.
We're on the right track.

I'm so thirsty.

Stop, stop, stop!

I wouldn't drink that,
if I were you.

I had a fourth cousin die on
a family holiday out here once.

That plant over there,
the leaves fall into the water.

It'll poison you up
right good and proper.

We had a deal.

Like I said, man of my word.

You know, whatever it is
I did to your family,

I'm sure it was awful because I
have done some terrible things.

Things that I'm still not sure
I can live with.

You know, I tried once...

...to end it all, but...

...my girlfriend, she...

She pulled me out of it.

It was selfish,
just another way out.

But I'm ready to answer
for the things that I've done,

whatever they are.

But I need to look them
in the eye.

Even if they fucking blind me.

You need to speak
to Niamh Cassidy.

Your mam.

My... My mother?

- You know my mother?
- Yeah.

Lives in a village
called Cloghal.

It's not too far from where
we grabbed you up, actually.

Fuck!

Fuck!

Yeah.

HELEN: Thanks.

I want...
I want to speak to Niamh.

I'm not going anywhere until she
comes out and speaks with me.

(DOOR OPENS)

Helen.

I don't remember
telling you where I live.

I saw you.
I saw what you did to that man.

- Is that so?
- The McDonnells took your son,

and you go murder
one of their family?

You think that's gonna
bring Elliot back?

You're just making it
worse for him.

You're here in my land,

speaking about things

you couldn't possibly hope
to understand.

I understand
that killing somebody

isn't gonna help
a flaming thing.

And what is?

We both want
the same thing, OK?

We just want him back safe.

There is so much I don't know,
but if we helped each other...

I have things in hand.

You were right when you said
we want the same thing.

Cos I love my son,
and I'm sure you do.

But you don't know him,
sweetheart, not really.

You don't even know
his real name.

Then tell me.

Why don't you just tell me?

I've got a lot on my plate, darling.

I'm not sure you're aware,
but a war just started.

So, you take care of yourself

and let me do
what needs to be done.

Well, it's to the point,
I suppose.

That's my great, great...

I want to say great aunt.
I'm not too sure.

She was a great woman, though.

Used to sit here a lot, apparently.

Sure she wouldn't mind
if I had a little sit down.

(GROANS)

Still no signal.

I got through to her before,
down by the sea.

- (BEEP)
- ORLA: 'Fergal, it's me.'

(BEEP)

Yeah, it's me.
I'm by Bridget's bench.

- He's got me.
- 'I'm coming there now.'

(BEEP)

So, you told her where we are?

I told her where we are.

That's that, then.

Can I help you with something?

Is Ruairi...

- Is Detective Slater about?
- Oh, no.

He had to get back home.

- It's sort of his day off.
- Oh.

But he did say to help you
with whatever you wanted.

Good. Then I want to see
every file you have

on the incident
at the Scláta Café,

on Frank McDonnell,
on Niamh Cassidy...

Look, we're not exactly supposed

to hand out that information
to members of the public.

I could just call your boss,

Detective Slater,
if that's what you want.

How do you think
that's gonna go,

when he finds out you didn't
tell me what I wanted?

Um...

Yeah, not well.

Not well.

Donal gets his fucking face
burnt off and takes himself home

but you, you have to go back
with a sprained ankle.

- It's broke!
- Just...

Ow!

- He's not going anywhere.
- You don't know that.

- Who are you calling?
- What do you think?

(PHONE RINGS)

- Dominic's First Cause.
- 'Bonjour, Timothee.'

Frank McDonnell.

Mr McDonnell,
to what do I owe this pleasure?

'Niamh Cassidy's boy is back.'

We had him, but he slipped away.
You think you could help?

'We'd make it worth your while.'

More than usual.

Yes, we can help.

- So, where's Frank, then?
- In the distillery.

With Donal, most likely.

Come on.
Here, I'll give you a hand.

I need to get back
in case he's still there.

You wouldn't get Aoife's old
wheelchair for me, would you?

- You're joking?
- Well, it's broke, Orla.

(TUTS, SIGHS)

Go on, then.

If you tell anyone about this,
we're both dead, you understand?

- I understand.
- Now get out of here.

What?

Well, I heard her say
that Frank is at the distillery.

- Is that close by?
- Yeah.

Just around the corner there.

If you know what's good for you,

you'd get the hell out of here
and not come back.

You know, I know I'm a Cassidy
and I'm meant to hate you,

but as far as I can tell, you're
not all bad, you McDonnells.

(DOORBELL)

Ruairi?

It's Helen.

I tried calling your phone,
but you didn't answer.

I saw a fly fishing magazine on
your desk with the address on it

and thought maybe it'd be OK
if I popped round?

It's just I saw the DNA report
in your files.

And, er, well,
you either missed something

or you somehow forgot to tell me
something pretty flipping big.

Ruairi?

(CLANGING)

(CLANGING LOUDER)

Ruairi?

It's Helen!

(CLANGING CONTINUING)

I really need to talk to you.

Why didn't you tell me
about that report?

Ruairi?

- What is that smell?
- What are you doing here?

Stay upstairs! No! No, no, no!

No, no, no!

Oh, Jesus!

Ah, shite!

I wish you hadn't
have seen that, Helen, I...

I wish to God
you hadn't seen that.

(CHEERY RECORDED VOICE)
'I'm Elliot Stanley!

'I went missing a long time ago!

(RECORDING DISTORT)
'I'm Elliot Stanley!

'I went missing
a long time ago!'