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♪ 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 ♪

♪ Wel

♪ Are drowned ♪

♪ The lost ♪

♪ And found out ♪

Hello, everyone.

I'm Detective Inspector Fia Lucey.

Thank you all for joining us this morning.

As you know, we are investigating the death of Roisin Hurley,

and we are treating this as a murder investigation.

We've set up an incident room at Blackwater Garda Station,

and we urge anyone with any information to come forward.

As part of our investigation,

we're very keen to locate this young woman.

We believe her name to be Carrie.

She's roughly 5'6" and possibly aged around 20.

She was last seen wearing blue jeans and a green jumper,

and we know she uses an asthma inhaler.

Here, we see Carrie leaving the Blackwater Hotel

on the night Raisin Hurley died.

We need to establish the nature of their relationship.

But our main priority is finding Carrie

and making sure that she is safe.

DI Lucey, how would you respond to questions

about your suitability to lead this investigation?

Given your personal history

with a similar case here in Blackwater?

You mean the death of my family?

This investigation has nothing to do with that.

And your line of questioning has no relevance.

- Next question, please. - A young woman is missing,

just as Chloe Whelan, your babysitter,

vanished the day before your father

committed the other murders.

It's widely believed your father was involved with Chloe Whelan--

How dare you drag my daughter's name through the mud like that.

- You are a disgrace! - Thank you, everyone.

I need to get back to work.

Superintendent Shanahan will take any further questions.

Can you at least answer why you especially

were appointed to this case?

Look, we are seeking the public's assistance

in finding this young woman.

Please help us find Carrie.

- Thank you. - Okay, let's move on.

Keep it on message, ladies and gentlemen. We'll take another question.

Liam.

It's yourself, of course, yeah.

Ger, sorry, I should have stopped by the house.

I'm looking to park up for a few days, if that's okay?

Right, only if I'd known,

I wouldn't be here bothering you now.

Sorry, have you company?

Oh, no, no, just my own self.

Clearing the head.

Back to nature, like.

Well, you don't need me getting in the way of that, huh?

Thanks, Ger.

See you.

Here, we see Carrie leaving the Blackwater Hotel

on the night Roisin Hurley di--

- Who was it? - It was only Ger.

We're on his land.

You watched it?

Do they think I killed Roisin?

No. They're worried about you.

You could have died last night without that inhaler.

And it would have been old Liam here

found with a dead teenager in his caravan.

I could bring you into town.

- Talk to the Guards. - No.

My mom said you can't trust the Guards in that town.

- Do you think she was wrong? - Guards are Guards, like.

They haven't caught her murderer yet, have they?

He's still out there, and he's looking for me.

Look, forget it, there's no way

I'm going near those Guards or showing my face in that town.

We appreciate you coming in like this.

Not a bother. Happy to help.

All right, let's make this quick.

Uh, yes, I had a fling with Roisin Hurley.

It was more than two years ago.

Yes, it was sexual.

Yes, it ended amicably.

Yes, I've worked at the hotel since,

and, yes, we were cordial and professional at all times.

Do you supply ketamine for recreational use?

We've acted on a warrant to search your office.

- Why? - We have reasonable grounds

to suspect you're involved

in the sale and supply of controlled drugs.

You've been identified as a ketamine supplier.

Roisin Hurley had traces of ketamine in her system.

What?

No, no, no...

Did you supply ketamine to Roisin Hurley?

Um, I'm-- I'm--

I'm not saying anything else without my solicitor.

The search has uncovered 25 grams of suspected ketamine.

Sean McGuire, I'm arresting you

on suspicion of the sale and supply

of a controlled drug, to wit, ketamine,

contrary to Section 15 of the Misuse of Drugs Act 1977.

You're not obliged to say anything unless you wish to.

But anything you do say will be taken down in writing

and may be given as evidence.

I'll keep up to date with the pharmacies and let you know, yeah?

Yeah, thanks.

Hey, I don't want to interrupt Garda business,

but I do need to check in on you.

Ed Donoghue.

What an asshole.

It's just an occupational hazard.

The prick.

Fia, he posted the crime scene photos of your family

on his website,

alongside a picture of you up at the house the other day.

Come on, let's just get out of here.

Do you think Dad had something going on with Chloe Whelan?

No.

I have never believed that for a second.

Your dad... he wasn't like that.

Was he not?

I mean, how would we know?

We were just kids.

Everything that was said in there,

there's absolutely no evidence.

It is all just gossip.

I always wanted to believe that.

But now I just want the truth.

Whatever that is.

Jesus, Fia, have you not enough to be getting on with?

Dr. Whelan, look, I don't want to bother you...

Listen, I have to go.

Mind yourself.

Yeah, see you later, okay?

I don't want your apology now or anything else from you.

But you do want to know what happened to Chloe, don't you?

- Back off, Donoghue. - I'm just following a story.

Yeah, well, you have it.

I'm sorry, Dr. Whelan. He's drawn to you because of me.

It's not your fault.

It's your father's fault.

He was my friend.

And now I'm forced to think that Jack only befriended me

to get to my Chloe.

My girl.

Fia Lucey is on a revenge mission against Blackwater.

Now it's understandable.

After what her father did,

you deserve better care from the people here,

but she was treated like a ghost.

You're not here about any of that, are you?

She's had our Sean arrested.

Accused of drug crimes.

The timing's not lost on me.

The possession charge against Sean is very sound.

Painkillers.

He's a trainer. Practically a physiotherapist.

Fia Lucey is targeting him to smear this town.

And Roisin Hurley's murder,

is that meant to smear this town too?

Yeah?

Deirdre McGuire is kicking off about Sean's arrest.

They have Breda Gleeson coming from Cork.

Half solicitor, half shark.

Yeah, well, they'll need her

when we get a rape charge on Sean.

Has Lynette arrived yet?

- No. You want me to chase her? - No, I don't want to push her.

Keep Sean McGuire in holding.

Let him sweat a bit.

Okay.

- Hey. - Hey.

Look, I'm sorry.

That press conference thing was brutal.

Yeah.

The trick is not to take it personally.

I'll let you know if I learn how.

Here, listen, I know you're busy,

but can I ask you a favor?

Sure.

Lynette has to come in and talk about her assault today.

Okay.

I'm not gonna chase her with a squad car.

Can you make sure she doesn't get cold feet?

And remind her, she can trust me. Please?

- Absolutely. - Thanks.

Here, listen, I gotta get back.

I'll walk with you, sure.

Charlie...

could I get a couple of hours off this afternoon?

The settings are all done.

No problem.

How's he getting on?

Your granddad, with the chemo?

It's not him.

This is something else.

I have to see the Guards.

Oh, pet. All right.

All right, just take it easy.

Let's go and sit down for a couple of minutes.

You'll be all right.

He's in the cell there, stewing, doing stretches.

Prick must have known Roisin was in and out of rehab,

and he gives her ket?

Unconfirmed, but it looks that way.

Will you get him on a rape charge?

That all depends on Lynette's statement.

Here.

We know that Réisin had some ketamine in her system.

Carrie's the one who looks doped up here, doesn't she?

Yeah. You think Raisin knew and confronted Sean?

He has an alibi for her murder.

Let's see about the rest.

Sean McGuire...

did that to you?

Jesus Christ.

My drink was spiked with some sort of blackout drug,

and now the Guards have Sean for ketamine.

Oh, Lynette, I'm so sorry.

Stop.

No, maybe...

I don't remember everything.

Maybe I shouldn't have gone to the Guards.

I don't remember enough.

I believe you entirely.

You'd better believe yourself.

You go tell Fia Lucey all of it, and she'll believe you too.

Hi.

Are you ready?

Go on, get changed.

Thank you.

Listen, about what you told Fia...

Saying I was here, giving me an alibi...

I want to apologize for putting you in a position

that you felt you had to do that.

I chose to say what I said to her.

Yeah.

Obviously, if I'd never had the thing with Raisin...

Yeah, you had the thing with Raisin.

Which had nothing to do with her death.

I won't have you be a murder suspect.

I'm sorry.

I really am.

I don't expect you to forgive me anytime soon, but...

But I just...

I don't want you to keep feeling hurt about what I did.

But it does hurt, yeah.

All kinds of ways.

I really hate what you did.

But I just...

I just don't want to fight anymore.

You all right, Garda Furlong?

I've been a selfish asshole.

Well, I couldn't argue with you there.

Mind you, she lied to give you an alibi.

Sounds like love to me.

Not that I'd know anything about that.

Anyway, a guy got into Carrie's flat yesterday,

I think using her keys.

Landlord cornered him, but he got away.

Said he took a passport and an inhaler.

Carrie's landlord gave a description.

So I pulled up our gallery of Raisin's drinking buddies.

Tried them with a few,

positively identified Liam McArdle.

What do we have on him?

Three-month driving ban over a decade ago,

drunk and disorderly at a private residence

five years ago.

Nothing violent.

Lynette O'Brien is here.

- Right, just give us a sec. - Okay.

- Make sure she's comfortable. - Of course.

Does he own a licensed gun?

Don't believe so.

Right, bring him in.

Oh, and Luke...

excellent work.

So you worked at the hotel one summer

and most of the following year.

Did you enjoy it?

I loved it.

I was the youngest.

Everyone took care of me...

mostly.

And the staff were celebrating

Sean McGuire's birthday that night?

Yeah.

Big night out.

There were drinks.

um...

I had a bit of a crush on Sean.

A few of the girls did.

He was nice to me.

A group of us wound up in the resident's bar.

I remember Sean getting me a drink.

I remember him helping me up the stairs.

Helping you or bringing you?

I don't know.

There was the stairs...

then nothing.

Really nothing.

I woke up in a hotel room...

naked...

with a sheet thrown over me.

There was blood.

I knew I'd been raped.

I keep going over that night.

Trying to figure out what-- what I did wrong.

Hey!

You did nothing wrong.

A man wanted something from you,

and he took it in the worst way possible.

Will you identify him, Lynette?

I...

No.

No, I can't.

- I-I-I'm sorry. - Take your time.

Sean was with me earlier in the night,

but I...

I don't have any memory of him in the room.

- Nothing, I'm sorry. - If someone has spoken to you

or threatened you or offered you money,

you cannot trust them.

Nothing like that.

I...

I can't be sure. I don't know.

I'm so sorry, I'm sorry.

Listen, if you change your mind or you just want to chat,

I'll be there in a flash.

I think there are other girls.

Maybe lots.

Without her, what have we got?

Well, in there I've got Sean McGuire.

Listen, get to the hotel,

go through the employment records,

especially female staff who worked with Sean McGuire.

This is your second arrest

for possession with intent to supply.

My client was acquitted of that charge.

A stalking complaint...

which makes for creepy reading.

That complaint was withdrawn.

Can we move on?

Move on indeed.

So many complaints were withdrawn.

People trying to move on.

Please explain the delay in releasing my client today.

Ketamine is widely used as a rape drug.

You spike her drink, and she falls into your arms.

Is that your style, Sean?

Hang on.

These are more staff files.

Yeah.

They're not the best organized down in the spa.

Sean became dependent on ketamine

after being prescribed the drug by a specialist.

And I can show those prescriptions.

Sean suffers pain-related insomnia.

This is due to multiple sports injuries, all documented.

He has been self-medicating

and is committed to seeking help.

You have no good reason to charge him

with intent to supply or to hold him any longer today.

This is DI Fia Lucey, pausing this interview at 15:23.

What have you got?

Male staff worked through their contracts.

But young female staff are fired left, right, center.

Especially those working in spa and fitness,

working with Sean McGuire.

Christ.

- Bring it all in. - On my way.

Uh, DI Lucey, do you have a minute?

I need to get back to this.

What is it?

Something's been bothering me.

When you first got here,

I said you'd find Roisin Hurley drunk in a ditch.

I shouldn't have talked about her like that.

It's not good enough.

Especially from a female Garda.

Look, you realized it on your own.

I mean, that's good.

And this job makes us tough.

But you won't get to the truth of anything with thick skin.

Look, Cian is bringing in some records from the hotel.

We need to cross-reference them with any Garda complaints.

And, Angela,

I need you to find me women who will talk.

Yes, Inspector.

Thanks.

So you were dependent on ketamine.

You'd have some expertise on its effects?

In a therapeutic sense, yeah.

Mm-hmm. Does Carrie look under the influence of ketamine here?

You don't need to answer that.

I don't know.

Could just be drunk.

Hard to say.

Yeah.

That makes ketamine the ideal rape drug, then, doesn't it?

I mean, who notices another silly girl

who's had far too much to drink?

And you can just abuse their helpless bodies,

and they're left with nothing but incoherent,

unreliable memories.

You'd better have good cause for subjecting Sean to this.

Without memory, she can't even own her trauma.

What a creepy, pathetic way to attack a woman.

Jesus Christ, I never raped anyone.

What did you do, Sean?

Tell me.

This is baseless intimidation.

Are you bringing other charges or not?

Young women who worked with you at the gym,

some were dismissed after a month,

some only after a few weeks.

The hotel has high standards.

Roisin Hurley had ketamine in her system.

You have a history with Raisin.

And a history with stalking.

I remind you for the last time, that complaint was withdrawn.

Was that the only complaint, Sean?

What went on with these women?

It really is better for you to come clean now.

If you're not bringing further charges,

I demand Sean's immediate release.

I have a woman for you.

Her name is Zara Bailey.

I'd only had a few drinks.

Before I knew it, I was falling backwards into the dark.

Then there was nothing.

I woke up.

Daylight in this hotel room.

My legs were all bruised.

All over me was, really.

I had no memory of how I got there.

You remember nothing about the man?

I really tried.

I didn't want to, but...

I tried.

It's just blank.

And this disgusting feeling I can't even describe.

I quit my job at the hotel.

I just wanted to leave it behind.

But my mom, she kept nagging.

"Go to the Guards. The Guards will help.

They have experts for this."

I sat in Blackwater station with a sergeant.

As I was talking, he was making tiny twitches.

He kept coming back to,

"What did you say you were drinking?"

He let me finish my version.

Then he told me what happened.

I got too drunk.

I had sex with the wrong guy.

I had morning-after remorse.

- He said that you? - Yeah.

Acted like he was doing me a favor too.

I knew I'd be facing years of humiliation and pain,

and even with Mom there was no way.

I withdrew the complaint.

Jesus.

How have you coped with this?

I have a good life.

But if anyone ever asked me to set foot in Blackwater again,

I would scream and scream

and smash every single thing in this café.

Yeah, I get it.

But how do you think you'd feel if I got him?

If I nailed the fucker?

Now that would change everything.

Zara Bailey's complaint was withdrawn.

What are we to do after that?

Well, shouldn't we look at the reasons why it was withdrawn?

I mean, blatant Garda mistreatment of a victim.

Zara Bailey wish to pursue this matter?

She doesn't want personal involvement, no.

But don't you think it should be pursued?

This station is stretched enough without making work.

All right, so we just ignore it. Turn a blind eye.

It's not gonna make the truth go away.

You have Sean McGuire on possession of drugs.

You do not have him on supply,

and you do not have him on a rape charge.

Are you looking at him for Raisin Hurley's murder?

He has a solid alibi with his aunt and uncle, so no.

Focus on your murder case.

This McGuire thing is looking like a vendetta.

Sexual abuse and rape were facilitated by that hotel,

by this town and by this Garda station.

- So you're right. - Oh, Lord!

I do have a vendetta, against rape!

I don't give a solitary flying fuck how that looks.

Fuck's sake.

- What do you need me to do? - Stick with the hotel records.

Keep on it with Gannon. We can't miss a thing.

Where are we with Liam McArdle?

No contact. Neighbors haven't seen him for days.

We've got alerts out for him everywhere.

- He owns a caravan, also gone. - Make and model?

I have his reg, I'm running it through the ANPR.

We'll see what it throws up.

Now Liam took Carrie's inhaler.

Does that indicate caring?

He also got her passport. Does he have travel plans?

You think he's holding Carrie against her will?

I think we treat it that way... and hope to be proved wrong.

- I'll check in later. - All right.

They've let Sean McGuire go.

Did they arrest anyone else?

I don't know.

They're still looking for you, though.

She'd know what to do.

Your mam?

Only person that was ever glad to see me.

Grew up in foster homes.

Some of them were all right, but...

The first time Roisin hugged me...

it felt like home.

Real home.

She kept it quiet enough about you.

Told none of us.

Yeah, well, it wasn't perfect.

But we didn't get a chance to get better at it, did we?

She wanted to set me up with an apartment in Spain.

She had friends there to give me work.

Spain. Imagine?

I should never have gone to the hotel that night.

And she told me to stay away.

God.

That bastard!

What he did to me...!

Breda Gleeson's on the case.

You'll get a suspended sentence at most.

They're accusing me of rape.

If they had evidence, you wouldn't be sitting here.

But the drugs, Sean.

The drugs.

It reflects on all of us.

I told you, my insomnia has been diagnosed by a specialist.

- I'll give you fucking insomnia. - Think what you like.

- I'm leaving. - Where are you going?

Telling you that would defeat the purpose, wouldn't it?

You're staying!

And you'll be at every festival event,

and we'll be standing with you, side by side.

Wake up.

Fia, good night's sleep?

Nope.

Dad's phone,

with messages to and from Chloe Whelan.

They were meeting up in secret by the cruiser in the mornings.

Jack did a lot of trout fishing at first light.

Jesus, I wish I had your blinkers.

Do the messages say outright that

- there was an affair? - The messages exist.

A married man's secret text messages to a teenage girl.

But Jack was probably advising her.

Chloe had her issues.

Didn't they both?

What were hers?

Well, her parents,

holy Joe-Goes that they are, I'd call them an issue.

Yeah, so Jack was advising her on parental issues?

Jack was helping her with her fly-fishing?

Jack was doing anything, fucking anything,

apart from what was staring us in the face.

Do they say it outright or not?

It's blatantly obvious, Donal.

I mean, what sort of hypocrite am I

if I can't accept the evidence?

More questions?

Yeah.

Well?

What is it?

Did you ever see my father out here alone...

with Chloe Whelan?

I saw him a few times, yeah, I think.

Early morning, sunup.

The only ones out, not counting me.

And?

Well...

They were on your dad's boat.

One time, I saw him teaching her how to drive it.

I'm sorry, Fergus.

I'm just trying to get to the truth about what happened.

Hear you.

What I saw was pure innocent.

- Your dad was a decent man. - Was he?

Well, then why the secret meetings?

Why not tell anyone about it?

Was it secret?

Did your mother not know?

The dead can't defend themselves.

- Finished up here, folks? - Thank you.

- Lovely, how was it? - Beautiful.

Great, are you all right for drinks?

Another round.

Coming right up, coming right up.

They released Sean McGuire.

They're only charging him for the drugs.

The Guards didn't believe Lynette?

I don't know, Charlie.

Fuck's sake!

What is up with you?

What is up with me?

Lynette raped, my best friend murdered,

her young daughter missing,

a daughter I didn't even know existed?

Should I know something

about you, Réisin and her daughter?

Oh, what, like, is she mine? That's where your mind goes.

Yes, that is where my mind goes!

Do you know something?

You can fucking finish up here without me.

Fuck's sake!

- Yeah, Cian? - Looking at hotel files.

I think there were other victims, lots of them,

and I think Roisin was involved.

Jesus.

Right, I'm on my way.

So they'd rape a girl,

and then when they needed rid of her,

they'd get Réisin to do it.

Looks like she'd invent a reason for their dismissal.

Late once or twice, work not up to standards.

Some girls were let go with, like, three months' pay

after only working two weeks.

- Bribes. - Yeah.

I wanted it not to be true.

I checked again and again and again.

Payoffs, cover-ups, all here.

Signed by Raisin.

You think you know someone.

Yeah.

Stocked, cleaned.

And if you wouldn't mind actually give the floors a mop

so we don't have to do it in the morning.

Just use, and if-- And go over it with bleach.

- Donna, can I have a word? - Sure.

I'll be back to you in a bit.

Yeah.

Women were raped in this hotel.

Roisin Hurley facilitated it and covered it up.

I have to ask you...

did you know about this?

No!

God, no.

These girls?

You did say you learned to keep your mouth shut around here.

I didn't mean about anything like this.

But you knew about Lynette.

She told me she was attacked.

God, why would I ever think Ro was involved?

Because you're all over the bookings.

Do you remember nothing unusual?

Sometimes Ro would let friends take rooms off the books.

I thought nothing of it.

She owned the place.

Fia, if I had have known anything about this,

I would have told you.

I swear.

I've got to go.

DI Lucey, can I have a word off the record?

Look, I'd like to apologize for my abrupt approach earlier.

It's nothing personal.

Can I buy you a drink?

Blackshore 25, please.

- Make it a double. - Sure.

- With ice. - Mm-hmm.

For what it's worth,

I posted all the info about Carrie Hurley

and shared it on social media.

Hmm. Much obliged.

- There you go. - Thank you.

If you stumble across anything useful

pertaining to Roisin Hurley's murder investigation,

contact Garda Furlong.

But never, ever speak to me directly again.

You fucking parasite.

It's a double.

It's 174 euros, sir.

And because of the ice, you can't...

No.

Right.

Jesus.

Carrie, you'll have to go to the Guards.

They'll listen to you.

Please, you'll have to keep me out of the whole thing.

Mom didn't bring me to the Guards, though, did she?

She brought me to you.

She must have had her reasons.

She brought you to me, yeah, but we don't know her plan.

And she didn't know she was about to get killed, did she?

Sorry, Carrie, I...

But we can't stay like this.

You're a missing young girl,

and I'm this old bum drunk.

McArdle does not travel, except to watch championship hurling.

He uses his caravan regularly, but he never goes far.

He's known to a few caravan parks,

but he also gets permission from local farmers.

One says McArdle parks up for a few days,

drinks a slab of beer and then leaves.

So we're gonna go with an intense local search,

door to door on every farm,

scanning every forest trail,

anywhere a caravan could discreetly park.

McArdle sounds harmless,

but we're gonna treat him as extremely dangerous.

What are you doing?

Three fucking guesses.

Leaving will affect your charges.

Sean, you'll miss a court date.

You don't say?

Fia Lucey is fitting me up for murder and rape.

She doesn't have a case.

But running away, Sean?

See how it looks for all of us.

For your whiskey social.

Fuck me!

If you go now, he'll be done with you.

No more leg-ups or handouts.

Grand so.

You're an entitled brat.

If you go down there and you go left...

- Go left. - ...right there you'll find it.

- Yeah, through the wood. - Thanks.

Fia?

Please put the knife down, Carrie.

You won't need it with me.

Let's get you somewhere warm and dry, huh?

Get you cleaned up.

I won't push you to talk.

I'm just so fucking glad you're safe.

Are you hurt?

Has Liam done anything?

No.

Liam's all right. He's a good guy.

I'm sorry about your mom.

Can you tell me what happened?

No one's gonna believe me.

Try me.

I will believe you.

And I will get Rdisin's killer.

She's dead because of me.

No.

You are not to blame for this.

- You're trying to trap me! - Carrie, no!

- I'll deal with it myself! - Carrie!

Carrie!

Ow.

Fia!

- What happened? - She's gone after McGuire!

- Get a unit to him now! - Right.

The rest of you, into the woods!

Call her name! Go!

Let me out!

Let me out! Let me out!

Let me out!

Let me out!

♪ Change my hair

♪ Change my dress ♪

♪ Change my head ♪

JIamyou ♪

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JIamyou ♪

♪ With the red ♪