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Get off me, let me out.

- No. No! - Shut up!

I'm not telling you again.

I'm not telling you again. Shut the fuck up.

- Stop, okay? Just stop. - Listen...

Detective Inspector Fia Lucey.

If you knew the paperwork involved in an off-duty arrest,

you'd save us all the hassle and open the goddamn door now.

- She was sick. - Yeah, just get the fuck out.

You all right, love?

Yeah. Yeah.

Fucking skanks... the pair of youse.

- Oh, fuck! - Fuck!

Fucking bitch.

Fuck's sake. You broke my fucking nose.

- You're damn right, I did. - Fuck you. Jesus Christ.

Oh, my God! Are you okay?

♪ Wel

♪ The drowned ♪

♪ Hold our hollow-hearted Ground ♪

♪ We know not the fire ♪

♪ In which we burn ♪

♪ But we sing and we sing And we sing and we sing ♪

♪ Oh, we ♪

♪ The drowned ♪

♪ The lost ♪

♪ And found out ♪

♪ I'm a medicated brainchild ♪

♪ And I'm praying For my own reform ♪

♪ But until I get My head screwed ♪

♪ I'll keep on swallowing This thunderstorm ♪

♪ I don't try To believe it anymore ♪

♪ Take my medication Out the drawer ♪

♪ You tried to tell them That you might not last ♪

♪ But words are cheap... ♪

Numerous recommendations.

A medal.

Three undue force complaints in the last year.

And we both know you're here to take a little slap.

Now, we didn't ask for you.

And I'm absolutely certain you didn't ask for here.

Actually, I did.

They gave me choices.

I thought it was time to come home.

Right. So,

DI Fia Lucey is joining us

on a temporary secondment from Dublin.

I've assigned her to the Roisin Hurley case.

Roisin and her were acquaintances back in the day,

so she's well placed to take it on.

We all know Raisin Hurley has a habit of going missing.

What makes you say that?

She's drunk in a ditch somewhere,

or in someone's bed she's not supposed to be in.

- Webster. - Sorry, Super.

Sometimes I use my gob the way people use their elbows.

Webster, a word in my office.

Right.

Who am I partnered with?

That'd be me.

Garda Cian Furlong.

Nice to meet you.

- Marjorie... - It'll remind me to pray.

We need to pray, James.

She's back.

The Lucey girl is back.

Does it feel good to be home?

This hasn't been home for a very long time.

You on you on your own, or do you have a--?

Divorced.

I know it must be hard

being back and all, but...

Why aren't you ahead?

Are you lazy or just incompetent?

Are you just arrogant or plain rude?

We're meeting Charlie Reid.

He's the one who called in Roisin Hurley as missing.

She was last seen two nights ago at a hotel function

with the manager and part owner of--

Yeah, I remember.

I worked summers here in my teens.

Then you know what she's like, then.

She's gone AWOL before,

so I'm sure we're just ticking boxes.

DI Fia Lucey.

Yeah, I remember you. I heard you were back.

- Already? - I'm sure you haven't forgotten

what small towns are like.

Roisin Hurley a friend of yours?

Old friend.

The thing is, she might have fallen off the wagon.

She's done that before, but I didn't see any signs

of her drinking recently, to be honest,

and she hasn't been answering her phone, so it got me worried.

Right.

Let me show you up to her apartment.

Réisin's age?

Forty-eight, same as myself.

Family situation?

Single.

She has a sister and a niece she doted on,

but they're in Australia now and never come home.

Her mother passed away about two years ago.

What was the event you last had eyes on her?

Bill McGuire hosted drinks

for people involved in the whiskey festival,

sort of a... thank-you.

Bill has a share in the hotel, owns the distillery too.

Any idea if anything was bothering her?

Was she depressed?

She has had issues with depression in the past, yeah.

How serious?

Raisin has taken more than one overdose.

That's why I'm a bit worried.

Look, the thing is,

she would have alerted staff if she was going away.

Thanks, Mr. Reid.

Garda Furlong will take a statement from you now.

Please try and remember anything that might be of use to us.

Donna says the CCTV hasn't worked for months.

Roisin hadn't paid the contractors.

- Were you on duty that night? - Until 10.

Roisin took over herself then.

She would have been in and out of the function,

keeping an eye on reception.

What's the time of her last entry?

Half ten.

She made a replacement key for a guest.

Did Miss Hurley seem inebriated to you?

She was stone-cold sober, as far as I could tell.

But once you get a reputation around here, well,

it sticks with you for life.

Right. Here's my number if you think of anything.

Anything at all.

Actually, there was hassle

outside with Raisin and a young woman.

She was slim, brown hair. Early 20s, I'd say.

- Staff? - I doubt it.

She was dressed in jeans and a green sweatshirt.

Anyway, it's probably nothing.

It was just Raisin in her ear for two seconds.

I didn't see her after that.

Right. We'll we look into that, thanks.

A connection between you and Donna I should know about?

Ah, she'd be wary of me.

Had a few run-ins with her father and brother.

How do you remember Raisin?

Tough.

No bullshit.

So I liked her.

I mean, she was definitely troubled, but...

I appreciated the offer of a summer's job.

Especially when everyone in this town

looked at their feet when I walked past.

I'm assuming you've heard?

I heard.

Yeah.

Auntie Sandra!

Donal!

Is it you?

Fifteen years since you've set foot inside this door.

Does that mean we don't have to come to Dublin to see you now?

For a while, anyway.

So they sent you home to face your demons.

Oh.

I chose to face them head-on.

Or lose my job.

All you did was break some lowlife's nose.

Donal.

Sandra, tea is great, but this is a big occasion...

I'm ahead of you, husband.

Sure, he'll never stop being a Guard,

checking in on the house, making sure things are in order.

I miss her every single day.

All of them.

Yeah.

Yes, but I thought you had plenty.

No, no, not-- Not till Thursday plenty.

Oh, yes...

Lynette, what's that?

Sorry, I-- I thought I buffed it, Serena.

- Hiya, Bill. - Serena.

There you go.

How's Granddad doing, Lynette? I was sorry to hear his news.

They're trying a new type of chemo.

Thanks for asking, Mr. McGuire. I'll tell him you did.

Do.

- Bill. - Charles.

Good to see you, sunshine.

Now...

what's the word on Roisin?

Nothing yet.

Jack Lucey's daughter is on the case.

Did you hear she was back?

The whole town has heard.

She's asking about Roisin's lovers and whatnot.

Good luck with that.

Usually, she'd let me know if she was heading out

to party with a guest, though, you know?

Party. Is that what they're calling it now?

I mean, did she call you or anything?

Serena, the pairing menu for the buyers' dinner...

Oh.

I brought a bottle

of the new honey and thyme for you to try.

See what you think.

The festival.

Were either of you up at the hotel the other night

for the Bill McGuire thingy?

Hey, hey, I thought this was a family visit.

It is, but I'm still on duty.

What do you want to know?

Where was the last place you saw Raisin?

Maybe she was in out of the room,

but she wasn't out there saying goodbye to her guests.

But that's Rdisin for you.

How do you mean?

Well, I remember when she Was a young one, a bit wild.

Nice girl, then she went downhill in her 20s.

Maybe the hotel was too much for her on her young shoulders.

She always seemed kinda... sad to me.

Lonely.

Tell us, uh, where have they put you accommodation-wise?

B&B for now, until I find an apartment.

Your old room is upstairs, same as you left it.

- Ah, no-- - Not another word.

Absolutely. We'd love it.

- Are you sure? - Of course.

Thanks.

Oh!

Yeah?

Yeah, you'll have to collect me.

Jesus.

Any idea if she remained in that spot,

or had been further out in the lake?

Ah, further out, I'd say,

given the degree of bloat and soakage.

She would have drifted in

on the river flow or general lake water movement.

Can I?

Yeah.

Looks like she only took one blow.

It's the Lucey girl investigating Roisin's death,

by all accounts.

Lucey?

Yeah. Lucey,

coming up 20 years now.

The house Lucey, all that?

Yeah, she'll get to you, no doubt.

Why me? It's been strictly business

between myself and Raisin for years now.

Held a few classes for her

in the hotel gym, that's about all.

You're sure? Nothing recently?

- Nothing. - Drink it.

What was that for?

For a nephew of mine

tapping Roisin Hurley in the first place.

Cause of death, penetrative blunt force trauma to the head,

a metal bar or heavy implement,

and hit so violently she suffered acute brain injury.

Her lungs were clear of water,

so she was dead before she was put in the lake.

Any idea how long in the water?

Given the skin shrinkage on the fingertips and body temp,

I'd say over 48 hours.

Right. So, not long after the hotel function, then.

Any sign of sexual assault?

Nothing. No sign of a struggle either.

She was likely attacked from behind,

so could be she didn't see it coming.

We're waiting on Toxicology.

All right.

We got plastic fibers

from a rope, the type you see on practically any boat.

I'm thinking, tied to something heavy

to keep her under water,

and water movement prized it loose.

So, we're looking for someone with a boat or access to a boat.

Lake's pretty much a thoroughfare these days.

A lot has changed since you grew up here.

My father was coroner back then.

- Did you know her? - Yeah.

A long time ago.

She was kind to me.

Must be someone she knew.

Someone she trusted.

It's rage

or fear or panic, or...

maybe all three.

Any questions?

Did she suffer?

I can't say for sure,

but given the depth of penetration,

I'd say it was instant.

They fished a body from the lake.

No, not our Chloe.

The missing Hurley woman.

I knew her disappearance was different this time.

What's it say?

They found her body in the lake,

but her death is being treated as suspicious.

They wouldn't say that if it was a drowning.

You okay, hon?

I mean, we...

We go back I don't know how long.

We fought like cats and dogs, but...

But we had fierce history, you know.

I'll miss her.

You'll be one of the few.

A lot of men are gonna be looking

into their cornflakes this morning,

wondering if the Guards are gonna knock on their door.

We'll start with boats already moored on the lake.

There's a list of attendees at the hotel function

on the night Miss Hurley disappeared.

I want everyone that attended to be interviewed

and crosschecked for boat ownership.

Take their phone numbers and crosscheck with any numbers

incoming or outgoing to Miss Hurley's phone that night.

Collect any photographs that might have been taken.

We're looking for a young girl in blue jeans

and a green sweatshirt in particular.

Miss Hurley was seen to have heated words with her, apparently.

Forensics are already working on Miss Hurley's boat.

Gannon, check in with Toxicology,

see if we can determine whether there was any alcohol in her system that night.

Did she arrange to meet anyone in a pub, perhaps?

Press will be given minimal information.

Suspicious circumstances, blah, blah, blah.

But they'll be clamoring for more, given the high profile of our victim locally.

Let's keep it respectful.

I'll set up an onsite investigation base at the hotel

with Garda Furlong. We'll interview staff, guests,

check what meetings she attended

in the weeks leading up to her death.

Any CCTV footage from the hotel?

- You double-checked? - Yeah.

None of the internal or external cameras were operational.

Hotel let the contract slide.

Right. Well, if she hadn't been paying her bills,

there could have been money trouble.

Maybe there were debts she couldn't pay,

and someone lost their patience.

Right, everyone, that's enough to be getting on with for now.

Sorry, Guard. Sorry.

It's the son. He's not right in the head.

Or the feet.

Larry Walsh and his son.

Donna's lot.

Like I said, scumbags.

Listen, do you mind if I clock off for a bit

- to take my son to football? - Sure.

It's not like we're investigating a murder or anything.

That was uncalled for. I put in the hours.

How much longer will I be here?

Stop asking me that.

In 25 years, those doors have never closed.

I cannot reopen until...

Can you explain to Mr. McGuire?

The hotel remains closed until I say so.

Hmm.

I'll see about that.

Thank you.

Look, can I go home to my little girl?

Not yet, I'm afraid.

Look, I need a list of all the paying guests

the night Roisin Hurley disappeared.

Was she murdered?

That's what everyone's saying.

I can't disclose any information

about this investigation, I'm sorry.

But I really appreciate your help.

Yeah.

- I'll get your list. - Thanks.

Most of them were part-time that night, still go to school,

so I doubt if any of them ever even spoke with Raisin.

Do you think that girl you saw could have been a local?

If she is, I've never seen her before.

All right.

Well, we'll get a sketch artist to draw up a composite.

Hey.

- You okay? - Sorry.

Newspapers, they just keep calling.

It's just like Ro was a piece of meat to them.

Yeah.

You know,

she could be kind.

Especially in the last few months.

She just seemed a lot happier in herself.

Listen, why don't you tell me about Ro's kind side

over a cup of tea, huh?

Actually, scratch that.

You strike me more as a vodka and Coke kind of girl, am I right?

It's lemon. Vodka and lemon.

Come on.

I'm a single mom.

And everyone around here thinks my family are scum.

But Roisin gave me the job.

They can be very judgy around here, that's for sure.

Is it how it was for you?

I remember you from school, you know.

I was a few years down from you.

You were fierce on the camogie pitch.

But I remember seeing you at lunchtime on your own.

Like me.

Well, I worked very hard for people not to see that.

Any idea

why Raisin seemed lighter in herself?

She had taken to going somewhere every Wednesday afternoon,

and she always came back smiling.

There were rumors

of her and Sean McGuire.

He's a fitness instructor.

I never saw anything, though.

I'd better go.

Are you sure you didn't see anything?

Yeah.

You, um...

Well...

You just learn to keep your mouth shut around here.

Be careful.

That's your lad there now, isn't it?

That's him.

I've been watching him.

Some footwork on him.

He'll make under-12 rugby captain, you mark my words.

I think he prefers the GAA, to tell the truth.

Well, you be a good father, make sure he grows out of that.

The rugby will open more doors for him in the long run.

You'll see.

So where are we with the Roisin sorry business?

You know I can't talk about an ongoing murder investigation.

Bloody hell.

We've moved from suspicious to murder, then?

This will be her now.

Jesus, sorry.

Late for dinner, as if time never passed.

Oh, Fia, it's so good to see you.

I didn't realize you were waiting for me.

Sit your ass down and get some food into you.

Thanks. You look great. Is that mine?

It is not.

Brown stew with kidneys, and dumplings to fatten you up.

No dumplings for you, Donal.

That's terrible.

This must feel like a bit of a mindfuck.

You can say that again.

How does it feel being back?

Okay.

I just need to keep the distance in my head.

- Have you been up to the grave? - No, Jesus.

I might as well tell you.

We've been running archive pieces of the paper,

you know, days gone by.

The anniversary's coming up.

Twenty years.

Me being back stirs it all up.

There's a generation that'll never forget,

but I'll make sure they keep details to a minimum.

It's okay.

I can't speak for national press.

I know.

- You covering a murder here... - I get it.

Fia.

Wake up.

Bye, love.

Dad, I'm home.

Fia?

- Get the fuck out. - Can I get a quote, DI--

- Get out of here. - Must be strange being back after all these years.

A lot of mixed emotions, I'd imagine.

- Get the fuck out of here. - All right.

This is private property.

No, I'm on public property. That's private property.

- Get the fuck out of here. - All right, Garda.

Now.

Move it.

Why would they put her of all people on the Raisin Hurley case?

She's a high-ranking detective.

You're not from here. Elizabeth Lucey was my teacher.

- A lovely person. - You said. 200 times.

Because I was devastated, Cian.

We all were. It's all anyone could talk about for years.

Bloody busloads going up to the house for a gawk.

Now there's somethin' new to talk about.

It's a joke, they're investigating when she was murdered,

when everyone knows her father killed that Chloe Whelan girl.

- They don't know that. - Oh, come on.

Their babysitter goes missing, and the next day,

Jack Lucey goes and kills his family?

The man was a lunatic.

- A certified lunatic. - Schizophrenic.

Doesn't make you a homicidal maniac.

But it did.

Niamh, sometimes, I really wonder about you,

you know that?

I'd have to care.

What's the thinking with Roisin anyway?

Bound to be one of her married men she pissed off.

You know I can't discuss a case with you.

There's plenty you don't discuss with me, Cian.

One morning,

just one morning, can I have my muesli in peace?

- Is it yourself? - It is, Fergus.

I took the chance that you'd still be going

out there at night, and here you are.

Look, I'm looking into the Raisin Hurley murder case.

I was wondering if you saw anything unusual.

A boat out at night that you wouldn't normally see, maybe?

No.

Time was, when it was just me

and maybe your father's boat out at night.

There's all sorts these days.

Do you know,

your father's boat, the Lady Elizabeth,

- is still moored up at the slip. - Yeah.

I figured it would be.

You didn't see Raisin Hurley's boat out... four nights back?

Someone on board with her, maybe?

No, not recently.

But a couple of months back,

a young one, there was a young one...

Slim girl, long brown hair, early 20s?

That's her.

I remember her because she started coughing mightily,

and then she had to use one of them inhalers.

Did it seem friendly, like they were getting on?

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

Hey, come on, hop in.

Free ghillies' tour of all the new houses.

I'll take you up on that offer again.

Thanks, Fergus.

All right, Fia.

Fergus Slattery saw the girl Donna described with Roisin

a couple of months ago on her boat.

Something turned sour between them.

We need to find out who she is and why.

Yeah.

Listen, should we be keeping Donna around?

I mean, she could be telling her family anything we find.

My gut tells me that she knows something more than she told us.

For some reason she's scared.

You have to eat.

Starve so.

This'll run out soon.

I won't be able to breathe. Do you understand?

I've spoken with the funeral home.

I'll make sure Roisin gets a good send-off

once they release the body.

What about the hotel?

Belongs to me now.

We agreed to will it to each other.

I never thought I'd say it,

but I will miss that grouchy face of hers.

Boat's clean, no blood, no sign of a struggle.

There's dozens of boats out there.

Dozens more off the water.

Let's start with the boats already moored first.

Why, specifically?

Because it makes more sense her body was taken

out into the lake by a boat already on it.

Get the team to check piers, boathouses, anything for CCTV,

see what visuals we can find

of boats pulling out after 10:30,

the last known sighting we have of Raisin so far on record.

Yeah, is that really the best use of my time?

Best I can think of right now.

It's Chloe's birthday.

Did you forget?

Of course I didn't.

Every year,

- I still hope-- - She's dead, Marjorie.

And we know who killed her.

That fucking man.

And now his daughter is alive and well

and swanning round here.

Where are you going?

To the church.

Six we found like this.

Kids vandalizing, or they're fakes.

Yeah, waste of time.

We should be chasing proper leads, for Christ's sake.

That one needs to get her ass back to Dublin

before we have a serious falling out.

There it is again.

Every Wednesday.

I haven't a clue.

I checked your computer.

Found the empty folder where the CCTV files should be.

If you saw something,

I'll make sure you won't get into trouble.

It's all on here.

Fia, I was afraid.

I didn't know if I could trust you.

Now...

I'm afraid for you.

Why?

Just look at it yourself.

Where the fuck were you going?

Hey, Donna?

Do you have a backup of this?

That was a waste of time. Cameras vandalized or fake.

All of them?

Might have missed one or two,

but it'll be the same story, won't it?

Yeah.

But let's just check out the one or two, shall we?

I'll drive.

I'm not a sloppy Garda.

I asked if you were lazy or incompetent.

Maybe you're something else.

What's that supposed to mean?

♪ Wel

♪ The drowned ♪

♪ The lost ♪

♪ And found out ♪

♪ Wel

♪ Are all ♪

♪ Finished ♪

♪ Again ♪

♪ Again ♪