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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 ♪