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♪ We, 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

♪ Ohh, we, the drowned

♪ The lost and found out

Again?

Your choice to sleep on the sofa, Cian, not mine.

Right.

Shane, Mark, move it!

Breakfast on the table in two minutes.

Come on.

Cian-- Do you mind if I eat my breakfast

while you tell me everything's my fault?

It's just I've a murder investigation to get back to.

Yeah, your friend.

Roisin was my friend.

We could try counseling. We did. You won. Remember?

Cian, what's happening to us?

Dunno.

Do you want a divorce?

Do you?

I got a 150 score on "Mario" yesterday.

No, you didn't. Yeah, I did.

Your old score was 70.

Guys, we're hitting the road in five. Get your bags together.

Your lunches are over there, okay?

You two wait there! Come on. Hurry up.

It was under my bed. Yes. I told you about it.

Hiya. You must be Niamh.

Fia Lucey.

Is Cian ready to go?

No. He's gone already. Took the boys to school.

Oh! Oh.

I thought I was picking him up this morning.

Where's your car?

W-Well, I thought, with both your cars,

I'd just clog up the driveway, so I parked up the road.

Okay, well-- Hey.

Do you mind if I, er, use your loo?

- Sure. - Thanks.

Hello!

Hey, Mum. Hey.

Dad. Hiya.

Hello, love.

I'll have a cup of tea if you're making one. Mm-hmm.

Looks like I am now.

Dad, can I have a quick word, just inside?

You actually looked at the crime-scene photos?

Dad, I am so sorry you had to see that in real life.

You did the right thing, stepping away from that case.

It was too personal.

It was cowardly.

It was human.

You know, looking at the photos, it--

it brought things back.

I remember Elizabeth

dropping off Fia's overnight bag for our sleepover,

and Aidan in the back seat in his pajamas,

ready to spend the night in the boat.

In the photos, Aidan is fully dressed.

Dad, I-I know this is hard,

but did Jack call to the house that night?

Did he visit, looking to bring Fia back, too?

No, he didn't.

What are you getting at?

I know you've always thought it was a moment of madness,

off his meds maybe.

But what if--

You're saying maybe Jack planned it.

But why would he spare Fia?

Yeah.

Why?

Sorry to be a pain,

but, um, could I possibly get a glass of water?

Sure, yeah.

Here you go.

I'm in a bit of a rush.

- Thanks. - I have to get to work.

Gorgeous view you have here.

So, have you and Cian been married long?

I don't see how that's any of your business, Detective Lucey.

That isn't easy in our business.

My own marriage.

- Sure. The long hours don't help. - Mm-hmm.

But I guess you brought serious baggage to the table, too.

Your mother taught me English.

Elizabeth was the best teacher ever.

Anyone who's doing well around here

was taught by Elizabeth Lucey.

But you're here to talk about Cian, aren't ya?

How can I help?

Look.

I thought it'd be good for the two of us to meet properly.

I could be taking your husband away from you

and the kids for a long time on this murder investigation.

I mean, that's it, really.

So, did you know Roisin Hurley well?

If you don't think your new partner's up to scratch,

maybe you need to find another one.

You gonna tell me what that was all about?

Thought I was picking you up.

Bullshit.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

I won't speak with her, Marjorie.

You can bleed all you like.

Maybe she remembers something about Chloe.

But of course you won't talk to anyone about anything.

Will you? Ever!

You'll die of anger, James.

And I'll pray for you.

Nearly out of Ventolin.

I'll go to the chemist.

You need a prescription, idiot.

I've got a spare in my flat.

You can grab my passport while you're at it.

Uh, did you speak to Réisin today?

When is she coming?

Answer me! Do you want tea?

No. I want to know when Roisin is coming.

When am I getting out of this dump?!

Answer me!

She's not coming.

She's dead.

What?

Detective Inspector Lucey,

can I have a few moments of your time?

Not now. Get out of my way, please.

Uh, you're investigating a murder in this town.

That must bring up your own past to you, what your father did.

Will that affect your concentration?

I can concentrate just fine, thank you.

You know, if you give me an exclusive,

all the other Dublin papers will back off.

You must know that everyone around here

thinks your father had something to do

with Chloe Whelan's disappearance.

You could be a voice for him.

I can be a sympathetic ear.

But people are gonna want to read this stuff.

- "Stuff"? - No.

I didn't mean it like that. Yes, you did.

Because that's all we are to you, is stuff.

Get out of my way. Look, please, can we just--

I said get out of my fucking way!

Oh, for...

Your presence here, a murder investigation--

it's going to attract attention.

I can't help you with that.

Only your responses can.

Look, I was ambushed.

You have to be prepared for that.

Right.

I thought I was.

I'm sorry.

I'll do better.

Thank you.

Where are we with Ms. Hurley?

Pursuing various lines of investigation.

If you don't mind, Super, I'd rather be further along--

We're used to sharing all leads from the get-go on my watch.

Right.

Well, we're looking into Ms. Hurley's immediate circle.

Any recent intimate relationships.

I'm sorry. Stop saying that!

Why didn't you tell me?!

I was afraid you'd be...

well, like you are.

Can you get me out of here?

How do you mean? Out of here, out of this country.

I'm skint.

Of course you are.

I can't believe...

If she's been murdered, maybe she told someone I'm here.

Did you tell anyone?! No, I swear.

Just get my inhaler, please.

I need to get out of here!

Right, folks. Here's a list

of all the registered boats in the area.

Nothing far out, but door-to-door.

Look for hair, fibers, blood.

Where are we in toxicology?

Alcohol, but minute traces.

And interestingly, a small trace of ketamine, also.

Oh. Ketamine? Mm.

That's usually used as a date-rape drug.

There was no sign of sexual assault.

If it was used to knock her out,

there would have been significant trace.

Why isn't Furlong here?

He's following up a lead.

Where are we on our phone records?

We've been searching the most frequent numbers

over the last few months.

There were only two calls that night,

which were a burner phone.

It's switched off. A burner?

How do we know?

We traced the SIM back to the shop,

but the sales records were a mess,

so we don't have a buyer yet.

Right. Well, burners are usually used for drug deals

or covering up affairs, so keep on it.

Listen. Let's make a list

of all of Ms. Hurley's drinking buddies

when she was off the wagon.

Maybe a friendly piss-up turned suddenly sour.

Alright. That's it, folks.

Here. Have pathology run a match to the victims.

This is urgent.

Will do.

Cian would know who Raisin drank with.

They were mates.

Why don't you ask him?

I will.

Have you got a sec?

Um, when can we reopen? I've got guests arriving

for the festival from tomorrow on. Right.

Well, you can open as of now.

My day's sorted. Getting the staff back in.

I'll be busy. Great. Yeah.

3, 4, and then to the sides.

One second there. You keep going.

Hello?

Hi.

So we can we reopen the gym?

Thank God, I'm frozen solid out here.

Alright.

Alright. See ya.

We'll start with national press,

then move on to international tomorrow.

There's the list.

And the Japanese buying group

will want a tour of the distillery,

if you can handle that, Deirdre.

Everything alright, Niamh?

You seem a bit, I don't know, flat somehow today.

Well, she's anxious about the festival, Dee.

We all are.

Yeah. That's it.

I suppose things are a bit more complicated this year.

You mean the Lucey girl's return, the press,

throw a murder investigation on top of that?

Roisin would want the show to go on.

We just have to razzle-dazzle them like we always do.

We'll leave that to you.

Come here. What's his deal?

What was the story between him and Raisin?

I've only got Raisin's word.

They'd been having a thing.

Cian's marriage was in trouble.

Raisin said he got a bit needy, so she put a stop to it.

She said he got angry,

saw a side to him she'd never seen before.

Now, you do know I...

wouldn't testify to any of that in court?

Yeah.

Yeah, I figured.

You mentioned there was a rumor

of Bill McGuire's nephew and Raisin.

Sean McGuire?

Rumors.

Others, too.

Small-town shite.

Yeah.

You had a team meeting without me.

When were you gonna tell me about the ketamine?

Oh, just this minute, actually.

Ah. So you're blocking me out, huh?

Think I'm not up to scratch.

Yeah.

Fucking nonsense!

Hi. This is Luke. Leave a message.

Gannon, where are we on the forensics I asked for?

Call me back.

Out here.

Been looking for you.

I think we should go speak to Charlie Reid again,

try and pin him down on Réisin and some of her relationships.

I'll get my keys. Here. Right ahead of you.

My car's been giving me trouble.

Where'd you get these? Your coat pocket.

Hope you don't mind.

I do fucking mind.

Are we in a hurry?

Is this some kind of shortcut?

Where are we going?

Talk to me!

Don't even think about playing innocent with me.

You come into my house, interrogate my wife,

you keep me out of the loop at work,

you go through my pockets.

What is your fucking problem?!

Is there something you want to tell me, Cian?

Because now's your chance--

your only chance.

Bullshit.

Dr. Whelan.

- Hey. - How are you?

Do you mind if we sit? Yeah, of course.

Here.

Here we go.

Yeah, I was hoping something

might have jogged your memory

since we last met about Raisin and relationships.

I mean, given how close you were,

well, you'd probably be the first

to realize any change in her emotional weather.

I mean, if she was in a...

fulfilling relationship, let's say,

I mean, she might have come across

happier than normal.

It's true, you know, Charlie.

Mostly, Raisin was a bit of a grumpy cow.

May she rest.

But she had a smile on her face the last few months...

like something good was happening with her...

or someone good.

Um, you owe me 50 euro, by the way.

I mean, it could have been someone you might have...

disapproved of, maybe.

Here. Caviar blini.

Ah. Roisin's favorite.

That's, uh, very thoughtful of you.

Thanks, Serena. Oh, I forgot.

You don't like them.

Do you know, I would swear you were the last person

in here with her, Cian.

Couple of weeks back?

Yeah. We were discussing hotel security for the festival.

Huh.

To Roisin? Raisin.

Oh, another thing.

You didn't see Raisin arguing, maybe,

with a young woman-- green top,

jeans, straight, brown hair?

No, sorry. No, sorry.

Right. Well, thanks for the blini.

You saw her, didn't you?

The girl?

Maybe.

I can't say for sure.

You know, you can talk to me.

I can't talk to anyone.

D.I. Lucey.

So...

what sort of crowd are you expecting for the festival?

Over the week, a few thousand or so.

Not bad when you consider how small we were at the start.

And will it affect you that D.I. Lucey

is the senior investigating officer

on the Hurley murder case?

Why in the world should that affect us?

Well, our history, I suppose.

Maybe I'm a bit dense, 'cause I'm not seeing the link here.

All the talk about the Whelan girl's disappearance

blowing up again,

how the Lucey family deaths might be connected.

That's what people will be talking about.

Not the festival. Not your whiskey.

There wouldn't be a Blackwater without my husband.

When he set up the distillery 20 odd years ago,

it was a town in despair.

No employment, no hope.

Now we employ hundreds of locals.

The festival fills shops and restaurants and pubs and hotels.

We invite you into our home to tell you a success story,

and you want to drag us into the gutter you come from.

We're done here.

I think my wife is politely telling you

to get the fuck out of our house,

sunshine.

That's the good stuff from the hotel freezer, Dad.

Don't ask me to do it again.

It's our best chance with Roisin not there to stock-take.

Not ours.

Yours.

You live here, don't you?

Eat steak, don't you?

Hi.

Britt, why aren't you in school?

I dropped you there this morning.

I took her out.

The trout were in, so we went fishing.

Dad, you can't just do that.

Well, I did. She needs to be in school.

She needs an education.

Fishing's an education.

That's it. Go on.

Britt, go and get your bag. Go on.

I'm bringing you back.

As of today, I'll be looking for our own place.

Go on.

Go off and get your fancy flat.

But Britt stays here with me.

As I thought.

"Blackwater" should be bringing up

the festival, all the events.

I saw...

the death of Réisin Hurley

and almost as much about the chief investigating officer

and her tragic past.

I don't want Sean drawn into this--

this thing with Raisin.

She probably jumped his bones, you know.

Still, Sean should have known better.

Have a word with Cian for me, will you?

How do you mean a word?

Can you ask Cian if he can keep Sean out of it?

I don't think it works like that, Deirdre.

Back.

Dad, go easy, will ya?

I don't want you having a heart attack.

Oh, I'm so sick of hearing the Lucey family name.

It was a terrible tragedy, it was.

But when will we be allowed to move on?

Right. Come on.

Let it out.

You're alright, Sean. I'm knackered, to be honest.

I'm gonna head back to the gym, Sean.

Thanks.

He puts his heart and soul into this town,

and all they want at the end of the day is idle gossip.

It'll all blow over soon enough.

You need to watch your back, Niamh.

Your husband's back.

We won't say it,

but I think you know what I'm talking about, pet.

There's not much goes on that Bill and I don't hear about.

Put your house in order.

There's a girl.

Excuse me.

Something I need to do in town.

Did one of you sell Roisin Hurley ket?

Fuck off!

Fucking answer me! Did you?

Fucking did you? Did you?!

Fuck you!

Fuck!

If I found out you sold Raisin ket--

Then what?!

We don't do ket.

We don't do business where Donna works.

Now piss off and hassle some other fucker.

Who? What other fucker?

And why would I tell you that?

I can lose the paperwork on your most recent charge.

Might be no harm in getting rid of some of the competition.

But you go back on your word

and I swear

one of your sons will meet with a nasty accident.

You do that and I'll fucking kill you.

But go on.

Try barking up the McGuire tree.

The dumb nephew.

Cian isn't here.

I don't know where he went.

Well, I came to see you anyway.

What you were saying, with the long hours,

the case taking him away from his family...

Yeah?

We've been having problems

in our marriage.

Sorry to hear that.

He's a good man.

I'm sure he is.

A great father.

The night Raisin was killed...

Yeah?

...we were supposed to be at the function

till the very end, but...

we had a fight, went home early.

I think Cian feels guilty about that.

Why guilty?

Well, maybe he thinks what happened

wouldn't have happened if he'd--

if he'd been around.

Oh.

Oh. I see.

He...

He liked her.

Yeah, well, I mean, so did I.

You know, I worked here...

a long time ago.

So he should have been here.

Instead he was, uh-- he was home, arguing with me.

Hmm.

But she...

You must have stopped arguing at some point.

Oh, we did.

Oh, we got exhausted, you know,

so we opened a bottle of wine,

watched "Godfather Part II." Ah. The best one.

Anyway, I just wanted to tell you

after what you've been asking. Right. Thanks, Niamh.

Yeah, you're more than welcome.

- I'll let you get back to it. - Great.

Yeah?

Sample matches the victim's.

Thanks, Gannon.

What happened? I tripped. Why are we here?

I gave you the chance to come clean earlier today.

I've been gathering evidence.

What evidence? Against you.

Me?

There is CCTV footage from that night.

Roisin pushing you away.

Blood on your boat matches hers.

You have told lie after lie.

I think Niamh knows you were having an affair with Raisin.

Why she tried to give you an alibi today is beyond me.

You think I killed Raisin?

Look. Yes, I turned up.

But she pushed me away, and I never saw her again, okay?

Just give me a chance. I'll give you an alibi,

one you can check. This is your burner phone, yeah?

Roéisin made two calls to a burner on the night she died,

making that person the last person

she's known to have contact with.

It wasn't me. Please.

Let's find out.

Fia...

Right. What have you got for me?

Um, we have a reliable tip-off, sir.

Sean McGuire deals in ket

found in Roisin Hurley's system.

We also know that Roisin had relations with Sean McGuire.

We're gonna need a search warrant

for his office at the hotel.

If you're going after Bill McGuire's nephew,

you better be bloody sure of yourselves, huh?

I'll see what I can do.

Anything else?

If I'm not happy with what you're about to say,

I'm going straight back in there to lay it out for the Super.

I am not gonna put my career on the line for you.

Alright.

I did go to the hotel. I did see Raisin.

But she wanted nothing to do with me.

I got the impression she was on her way somewhere.

Well, where were you the rest of the night?

I went to Reid's restaurant

to join an all-night poker session

like I'd done 100 times before.

That's why I owed Serena money.

Plenty of people there will back me up.

If it needs to be said...

me and Roisin--

I cared for her.

What about her blood found on your boat?

She had nosebleeds. We used the boat to meet.

And the hotel CCTV? What about it?

How am I gonna explain not calling that in?

I'll take the blame on that.

I'll think of something.

I fucked up.

How surprised do you think people will be?

It's what I do.

Please, just give me a week--

one week, Fia, me and you working together.

Please.

Give me one reason why I should.

I want to find out who killed Raisin.

I owe her that.

Hey.

So, I've checked your alibi.

It looks like you were telling the truth.

But I'm telling you,

this investigation goes no further

than you, me, and the team, okay?

No stories carried home.

No gossip. Understood.

'Cause you mightn't like the truth when we get to it, Cian.

Come on.

See, Roisin's locket was missing when we found her.

Must have fallen in the lake.

And who the hell is she?

Why has no one seen her since?

You see "C" every Wednesday.

That's why I thought it was you.

There's no coverage from outside,

so she must have had the system turned off.

You're churning,

ever since I told you Niamh invented an alibi for you.

Love or self-protection?

No.

No, no, no, no. No, Niamh would never...

Even if she knew about us-- No.

Yeah, well, I had to take her motives under consideration...

so I had the GPS on her company car checked discreetly.

Didn't move from the time she got home.

Oh, thank Christ.

See?

Hang on.

There.

It's an inhaler.

Prescription-only type. My son, Shane, has asthma.

Right. Run a check on all the pharmacies

within a 50-mile radius.

You know, if Ro left every Wednesday at 3:00

and returned home at roughly the same time...

50, 60 miles should cover it,

allowing for a two-hour meeting.

Okay.

Wake up.

Ah.

How are you, Fergus?

Fear your dad's old boat has seen better days.

If you want to take her out for a spin,

I could give her the once-over for you.

Nah.

Thanks for the offer,

but I'm not staying around long enough for that.

But thanks.

They don't make them like this anymore.

Nope.

Your father was full of talk of taking her

to the Shannon Regatta.

Oh, really? Mm-hmm.

When was that?

About a week before he...

That's why it stays in my mind.

Dr. Whelan and himself were supposed to bring her.

What?

Dad and Dr. Whelan?

Well, your dad was his patient,

but they were solid friends.

Boating friends.

Oh!

I never knew that.

Oh!

Mrs. Whelan.

We're Christians.

We have to forgive.

And I try all the time.

But I can't.

I want you to know

we don't bear any ill will towards you, my dear.

You are not your father's keeper.

Mrs. Whelan, with the greatest respect,

what if you're wrong?

What if you've been wrong all this time?

We don't have that--

a place to say goodbye.

Why would your mother, your brother be in there,

if not for your father's guilt?

So, I've contacted all staff and guests.

Business as usual from tomorrow on.

Good girl.

Consider yourself acting manager...

until I get a replacement for Raisin.

Can you get anything out of them?

I'm doing the usual digging around,

but they're being a bit cagey.

You know yourself. Yeah, I do.

Anyway, for now, it's... Is that fella staying here?

Yeah. And more reporters are booked in, too.

Well, charge them top room rates.

I wish you'd said something to me, Donna.

I would have told you to refuse them.

Now we have to cut this off at the pass.

Get Fia Lucey in front of them all tomorrow,

answer their questions,

get focus back on the festival.

Oh, I don't think Fia would want to do that.

I don't care whether she likes it or not.

Yeah. Get me, uh, Superintendent Shannon.

Bill McGuire here.

Leave it. You'll cut yourself.

I'll get a brush.

Jesus, Lynette. Are you alright?

I'm sorry.

Take it out of my wages.

What? It's only a glass. Would you relax?

Oh, is that a sticky one?

It's offside. Over here, over here.

Hit it there, hit it there, hit it there.

No chance, no chance.

I know where you're going!

Right. Let's go.

No, no, no. Not near post, not near post!

Aah! I'm getting too old for this!

Alright?

Do you think Dad had anything to do

with Chloe Whelan's disappearance?

Well, of course I've heard the rumors,

but I never believed a word of them.

Her parents are religious weirdos.

Must have felt like she was living in a cult.

My bet is she ran away.

I mean, everything about her did...

seem to change,

and she was suddenly...

freer in herself.

Oh, probably a lad.

They ran off together.

But no lad was reported missing.

How do we know he was from round here?

Look, I'm gonna work in my room for a bit.

Unless you want me to cook or something.

Lord God, Fia.

Spare us that much.

Fair enough.

Jesus.

Hey, Fia.

Cian. I'm at Rdisin's apartment.

I think the girl we're looking for is her daughter.

- What daughter? - Did you know?

No. No idea.

Yeah, the "C" in her diary--

It must be for her.

"Carrie."

The thing is, why hasn't she shown up?

She must know something.

Where is she?

Carrie?

Hey.

Carrie!

Hey! Hey!

Carrie!

Come in.

Sorry, Fia.

Hey.

Lynette--

she wants to tell you something.

Right. Thanks, Donna.

You're going to be okay.

Do you want to sit down, love?

I did see that girl.

The one you said.

Have you found her?

No.

We're still looking.

Do you know about her?

I'm worried the same thing happened to her

that happened to me.

Can you tell me?

Look, you've made it this far, love.

I promise you can trust me.

I think...

Sean McGuire raped me.

Oh, God. I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

♪ We, the drowned

♪ The lost and found out

♪ We are all

♪ Finished again

♪ Again