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While there is some evidence

Bram Stoker did study
folklore from Eastern Europe

to create Dracula,

many now believe
he might have been inspired

by the Great Irish Famine,
1845 to 1852.

He was born in 1847

to a well-to-do family
in Dublin.

For many years,

some imagery
of the famine victims

haunted the people of Ireland.

Their skeletal forms.
The rumors of cannibalism.

They called it Black '47.

Worst year of the famine.

More myths may have seeped in.

Um, Dearg Due--

the story of the woman
forced into a terrible marriage.

She took her own life,

but rose from the dead
to exact revenge from--

Arranged marriages were very
common in Ireland for a time.

You think he'd know that.

Perhaps we'll, uh...

We'll take a break.

Um, we'll resume in the--
in the church.

Where it is said, um,

Brendan Behan once fought
with a priest.

Brendan Behan fought
with loads of priests.

Wait, do you know this stuff
at all or...?

Why don't you
just shut the hell up?

I'm just trying to help.

- Who do you think you are?
- Excuse me?

Who do you think you are?

This is the tenth time
I've done this tour.

You learn something new
every time.

It's absolutely fascinating.

Help!

Help! Help!

He's dead. He's dead.

I'm just saying,
you only have a few months left

and all the best venues
get booked up years in advance.

Thank you.

Unless you're going to
throw up a tent

in the back garden,
but the last time I checked,

you and Cormac
lived in an apartment.

You have an unhealthy
obsession with my wedding.

Anyway, I've hired
a wedding planner.

- What?
- Well, she's brilliant,

and she got us a great venue.

You can stand down.

Oh, boss.

- What do we have?
- Inside.

Noel Curry, 52.

Pathologist says stab wounds
were caused by a long,

two-pronged device,
like a cooking fork.

A fork?

I mean,
Dracula kills with his teeth.

I don't want to hear anything
Dracula related.

Please.
- Well, I'm just saying

they were literally talking

about Bram Stoker.
- Ah-ah-ah!

We've done
the initial interviews

with everyone on the tour.

They were on a break
when he went missing.

Nobody saw him.
Or so they claim.

They're all saying
there was beef

between the guide
and the victim.

And it was the guide
who found the victim.

Said he was popping
out to the loo.

- This is Simon Burke.
- Yes.

And he also claims
he never met the man before.

We're looking into Noel's
background.

Do you know what?
Vampires only kill at night.

Jesus wept. Will you stop?

Look, let's get one thing
straight.

Dracula didn't do this.

Or Frankenstein or Pennywise or
any other monster from a novel.

Last thing we want
is my mother getting wind

of this and making out
this is some kind of--

Literary inspired crime.

- Ma'am.
- Don't look at me like that.

There is a reason.

Is it because she's
an expert on Dracula?

Well, she's an expert
in everything.

- I am.
- I meant literary.

I know Curry.

He's the Minister
for Justice's second cousin.

And we all know what's about to
happen in cabinet, Charlie.

A re-shuffle.
His job is on the line.

His remit is law and order.

And his own cousin
just got murdered.

And if his job is
on the line...

Mine is too.

So, yes, I called your mother.

As much as it pains me
to admit it,

she does know
more than we do...

about literature.

Chief.

Help me.

It could be Dracula.

Ugh. Christ.

It's mimicking
the goriest murder in Dracula,

the murder of Lucy Westenra

in a tomb in a cemetery.

It's not like you haven't
asked her for help before.

- Right, but can we all agree--
- Dracula didn't do this.

- Thank you.
- Lucy is actually killed

by Van Helsing and Arthur.

- Ugh. I give up.
- I think we should talk to

the other people on the tour.

It could have been
somebody else.

Yeah, except they were
the ones in the books.

I will get you a list.

The minister's influence will
keep this out of the papers.

Keep us in the loop
on everything,

and no getting in our way.

When have we ever got in
the way of anything?

Your man Simon has given
a statement to the guards.

We can talk to him after.

Well, we'll start with that
tomorrow.

Uh, Fergus,
I'll have to call you back.

Fair enough.

Before you get all dramatic...

- Dramatic?
- Our granddaughter is here.

- Lola?
- Do we have more than one?

Oh, stop jousting with me.

Lola is welcome here.
What are youdoing here?

I wanted to see if you have
reconsidered helping me.

The Capo--
- Can do with you as he pleases.

Gran?

Did Granddad tell you?

I'm moving in
until I leave for Georgetown.

Okay. Why?

I'm done with them interfering.

They have ruined my life.

It's okay for me to stay here,
isn't it?

Of course it's okay.

Excuse me. This is my house.

Look, Lola,

I don't think Fergus or your dad
handled this very well.

But your parents love you.

And...
- So I can't stay?

Fine.

I'll just sleep on the streets
until I go.

That's very dramatic.

Why don't I make some tea

and we can discuss
this properly?

Marcelo. Piss off!

Lola, as I was saying earlier.

I'm not saying that he felt
guilty right away, I didn't.

Truth be told, I just enjoy
living the high life.

But eventually...

Eventually, it did hit me

when I knew that
I had this son out there.

And I had completely
abdicated being his dad.

I already know all this.

Of course. I know you do.

But what you don't realize
is that your dad

managed to become a great,
brilliant father

despite not having
any role models to look up to.

Brilliant?

He made my boyfriend dump me.

Firstly, you can't make anybody
do anything

they don't want to do.

Secondly, Charlie thought
he was protecting you.

I'm not saying
that he did the right thing,

but it's obvious
that he will do anything

to protect his little girl.

That'sa father.

He loves you, though.

He loves you so much.

Then he's not afraid
to let you hate him

until he's trying
to make the best for you.

So what do I do?

Go back home.

Prove you are an adult

and don't leave for America
on bad terms.

But in a way, it's what I do.

And trust me, it doesn't work.

Nicely done.

She needed help
as I need help.

Come on.

For old times sake.

You remember those times,
don't you?

Mm?

Just you and me.

Hot steamy night.

Stop breaking in.

You have to have
qualifications to run a tour

in Ireland these days.

No first aid, safe space
requirements, piles of stuff.

It's not like I just
throw them together.

God knows how that's
going to affect my business.

It's hard enough
with all the competition.

Yeah,
people mentioned on the tour

that you had a run in
with the victim before he died?

That's a total lie.
He was heckling.

I get it all the time.
- On literary tours?

You'd be surprised.

Where are your books,
by the way?

- What?
- Well, your business is

talking about Irish authors
to people.

I didn't see any books
anywhere in the house.

- Kindle.
- Really?

He was heckling.
Annoying you?

Well, if I killed
everybody who was heckling me.

And you're sure
you didn't know him?

We've been told
he owned a bookshop.

No, I never met him.

Why are you here?

I've spoken to the police.
Who hired you?

We're, uh,
police consultants.

Is that a thing?

- Simon is lying.
- Yep.

I was suspicious of him
the minute he said Kindle.

Yeah, of course you were.

You're very snappy today.

You're still moping
about Lola?

I don't mope.

And, yes,
I lost the love of my life.

Gave her away.

She's going away soon, you know.

Look, can we not?
I don't want to talk about it.

What are we doing here, anyway?

Well, the police will start
with the family first.

But if you want to know
what somebody was really like,

talk to the people
who work for them.

All right.

We're closed.

Noel Curry's shop, right?

- Who's asking?
- We're consulting for the police

on his murder.

Is that a thing?

Oh, very much so.

Okay. Well, um...

Yeah, this is his shop.

He was my boss.

Sorry for your loss.

- Was he a good boss?
- I'm sorry?

No,
it's a very simple question.

Somebody murdered him,

and we're trying to
find out why.

I mean,
what kind of a person was he?

Was he friendly? Kind?

An absolute tosser
with a boss load of enemies?

He was fine, um--
I didn't really know him.

Everybody liked him, I guess.

You got any toilets?

- Not--
- Back here, right?

What?

Oh, my goodness me!

You have
the new Cheney Dunkirk.

Well, he doesn't look
a bit like that,

that's for sure.

You know, we met him...

He was supposed
to be a guest speaker.

He didn't show, they had me,

and then there he was,
drunk as a skunk.

It was great...

Is he popular because I noticed

you've got two of these and...

What the hell
do you think you're doing?

He appears
to have very little interest

in talking about books.

I know you're up
to something.

Don't you need a warrant
to go through people's things?

These are all past due.

I bet the people who know
they owed money to you

didn't like him that much.
- He had bills.

Show me one business owner
who didn't.

Did he pay your wages
on time?

You need to leave.

I have nothing to say to you.
Get out.

Now!

So, Simon is lying,
and Noel had debts.

And an employee
who clearly didn't like him.

Enough to kill him?

People kill
for all sorts of reasons.

With that elaborate a setup,

it's unlikely
that it was just for money.

Now, that took planning
and anger.

Well,
he seems close to his family.

There are some pictures
in his office.

We should try and talk to them.

Are you Harry Wild?

That depends on who's asking.

I'm desperate to speak
to you.

To you both.
I've been following you.

Creepy.

It's about Noel.

I'm sorry about the subterfuge.

I saw you at the crime scene
that day,

and one of the officers
got a bit loose-lipped.

I have important information,
you see.

Have you spoke to the police?

I can't.

My husband
mustn't know I'm here.

Who's your husband?

He's irrelevant.

What's relevant is Noel
and I were an item.

I've been in shock
the last 24 hours.

I'd gone to the tour, you see,
to meet Noel

and I found out he was dead.

I can't...

It's been horrendous.

I can't tell anybody
why I'm so upset.

Nobody knows we were--

Having an affair.

Noel was no saint,

but I loved him.

He didn't deserve this.

And I think I know
what happened.

I really think
you should talk to the police.

I can't.
You don't understand.

My husband,
he'd never forgive me.

We have children.

My whole life
would be destroyed.

I just need to tell somebody

and do my best to put this
behind me.

We'll keep you out of it
as long as we can.

It's about Simon, you see?

Simon Burke.

He and Noel
had this massive falling out.

Wait, when?

Simon told us
he didn't even know Noel.

Oh, he knew him.

And I'm pretty sure
he killed him.

You lied to us.
You didknow Noel Curry.

And you welched
on a business deal with him.

I didn't welch.

And you invited him
to attend the tour.

I didn't!

Where do the lies end

and the truth begin?

Look, I barely knew the man.

Truth is, he did a deal

with my former business partner,
Derry McGovern.

And would you mind?!

Derry passed away last year.

Noel wanted us to end
the tour at his bookshop.

I was going to honor the deal,

but I was expecting a discount,

on the books at least--
he didn't want to.

Claimed he was advertising
the tour at his bookshop.

No proof of it.

Derry was soft.

Could be talked into anything.

Noel took advantage.

And the invite?

I categorically did not send
out a tour invite to Noel Curry.

Why would I?

I have no interest
in seeing the man.

Look. I'm busy.

You need to leave.

Rude.

Defensive.

That too.

How could anyone love a car
more than physical books?

Kindle.

Seems a lot

for a business disagreement.

Uh, Harry,

didn't Vivien say this
was being kept out of the news?

Yes.

Oh, no.

We warned all those people
on the tour

not to speak to the paper.

There was a time
when people took that seriously.

Now everyone's a reporter with
their mobile phones and TikTok.

When I find out who leaked it,
I'll get them.

And their little dog, too?

What?

Oh, oh, nothing.

The minister is fuming.

At least I can tell him
we have a lead with Simon Burke.

Do you?

Simon did lie
about knowing Noel.

But you can't prove
that he did it yet.

And you said there was
no sign of the invite

that he allegedly sent.

Oh, I'm sure
that can be anywhere.

- What's this?
- Some of the tour members

were there more than once.

That one on top
is a repeat attendee.

She's first on my list
for this leak.

If she so much as hints
at having spoken to the press,

tell me.
- Yes, ma'am.

So, you've been on the tour
several times

we've been told, Rebecca.

It's Ms. du Christie.

And why, yes, I have.

I'm quite the acolyte.

I started reading
when I was three.

The librarians let me watch
the classics when I was six.

Child prodigy, they said.

Fascinating.

And what was your favorite?

That's like asking me
to choose a child.

I couldn't possibly.

"Tess of the d'Urbervilles."

Of course.

Well, we've been told

that you had a bit of
an altercation with Noel Curry

just before he died.

It was not an altercation.

I merely pointed out to him
that it was

the height of rudeness

to continuously interrupt
our guide.

Do you know Simon well?

I mean, you must,
since you kept going back.

It must have been
boring going to

the same tour all the time.

Oh, not at all.

Simon is one of
the finest orators of our time,

in my humble opinion.

There's so much more
entertaining than the last guy.

- Derry?
- So much better than him.

I could listen to Simon
endlessly.

Mm.

Look.

This is a picture of us
together.

Don't we make a handsome pair?

Uh... y-yeah.

So you didn't see anything
the day Noel died?

Sadly, no.

Which is a shame, because
I've always loved Dracula.

He's doing another, you know.

- What?
- Tour.

I get a special alert.

I, for one, will be there
to show my full support.

I do worry so much about him.

I hate to think
of him being upset.

Jesus,
that is one strange woman.

Understatement.
That isn't even her real name.

What do you mean?

Well,
clearly she lives alone here.

She had post addressed
to Bernie Smith.

Well,
why would she change her name?

I mean, I get why celebs do it,
but she's just a randomer.

What do you think?

"Rebecca" for the novel,
"du" fer du Maurier,

and then "Christie" for Agatha.

Well done.

"Tess of the d'Urbervilles"?

Well, Tess murdered Alex
to escape

and then ended up
with the man she loved, Angel.

Holy shit.

And she brought up Simon's
dead business partner.

You don't think--

She offed him?

I don't know about that,

but I do think
we should go on the next tour.

Let's keep an eye on them.

Murder doesn't appear

to have affected business,
I see.

In fact,
you could say it helped.

What are you implying?

You think that I want this?

Tour full of gold seekers?

Money is money, right?

Continue on!

Thank you!

Thank you. Please don't
step on the graves. Thank you!

And Flann O'Brien was
was a Catholic all his life.

Though he had a complicated
relationship with the religion,

in "A Hard Life," we see some
more of his colorful quotes.

"A humble Jesuit
is like a dog without a tail.

Or like a woman
without any knickers on her."

Worth a read, my friends,
worth a read.

Hey!

Are we going to see the crypt

where your man died or what?

And that brings our tour
to an end.

Thank you all
so much for coming.

Tips are very welcome.

And be sure to tell
a friend about us.

Look.

No, he gave me nothing.

Well, look,
I applied some pressure.

Let's just see what happens.

Yeah.

Well, I--

Wait.

Oh! Oh!

Murdered from behind
with a hatchet.

Like in Beckett's "Malone Dies."

Well, that's the second death
with literary intent.

- You must be loving this.
- Loving murder?

Don't be silly, darling.

You two were on the tour?

Do you recognize her?

Yeah, I recognize her.

She was talking to Simon
at the end.

Seemed heated.
Here when Rebecca was given up--

I knew it. She's the
journalist, Mel Fitzpatrick.

She wrote the first piece.

Her phone is missing,

but it won't take much
to connect Simon Burke to her.

She told her editor she was
talking to a source on the tour.

He obviously leaked it.

She was threatening
to expose him.

Well, it'd be
pretty stupid killing two people

on your own tour.

We have enough
to take him in for questioning

and get a warrant
to search his property.

What are you looking for?

I don't know.

Collection of weapons
from classic books.

It's Tessa.

Hello, Tessa.
I'm here with Fergus.

Is it true
there's been another murder?

Unfortunately, yes.

Oh, God.
Will they arrest him now?

Simon, I mean.

They've taken him
in for questioning.

Well, that's something.
It's him.

I'm sure of it.

I better go.

My husband is expecting me back.

Well, we'll keep you posted.

I don't buy it.
- Oh, come on,

you saw that tour he's had.

He's short on customers, is he?

Yes, but I also saw

how Rebecca was looking at Mel.

There's more to this.

All right.

Silly, silly boy.

You cannot speak
to a suspect.

It's just not going to happen.

There you are, Harry.

I suppose I should thank you.

Even though you
didn't really help.

You're welcome.

Let me in.
- I can't.

- I know you're going to.
- She will have my nuts.

I'll have your nuts
if you don't.

Who are you more scared of?

Fair enough. Come on.

I have no idea
how that phone got there.

You do know that Rebecca is
in love with you, right?

- Who?
- The one on the tour.

The weird woman
who keeps turning up?

What's she got to do
with anything?

Well, at first,
I thought that maybe

she could be the killer.

You know, some sort of sick
fantasy about protecting you.

But then she wouldn't
plant evidence

to make you look guilty.

I'm not guilty!

Unless you spurned her

and she got angry.

I've barely spoken
to the woman.

Well, if you didn't do it,

somebody's trying to frame you.

- Exactly.
- But who?

Who have you upset
over the years?

Nobody.

Oh. So are we going to play
this game, then, are we?

Well, right.

Call me when you decide
you want to be honest.

Um...

I could help you,

but you'd need to ask me
to do it.

I'm thinking. Go away.

Harry,
you need to do something

in the next 30 minutes.

There is a package
on your bookshelf.

You have to bring it to me.
My hotel.

Why are you putting things
in my bookshelf?

Harry, they will kill me.

Good.

You bloody idiot.

Mm, mm, mm, mm!

So, you're The Capo.

And you must be the ex.

I don't like to be thought of

as ever having been together.

I'd rather that
you referred to me as Harry.

Okay, Harry, do you have it?

Are you going to kill him?

Sleeping with my wife
was one thing.

That's enough
for me to end any man's life.

But Marcello here,
he stole my Nonna's necklace.

Family is everything to me.

I want that necklace back

or I'm going to become very,
very angry.

Here.

Are you going to become
a problem for me, Harry?

I'm not in the habit
of hurting women,

but I can make an exception.

I am not going to be
a problem.

I believe you.

Just so you know,
I know everything about you.

Everything.

Including where you live.

He destroyed my life.

I had everything going for me.

He came into my life,
made me love him,

got me pregnant
and then piddled off.

Leaving me broke
and a single mother.

Well, I managed to put it all
back together again.

And then he returned,
saying that he changed.

Well, I took him back because
he was the father of my son.

And then he cheated
with my best friend.

And the third time he came,
he stole from me.

But none of this
compares to the worst.

Was watching my son see
his father abandoned him

him time after time.

I don't understand.
You want to watch him die?

Oh, very much so.

Except that there is
one thing I want to ask you.

You say that family means
everything to you.

Well, it does to me, too.

And Marcello...

Well, I mean,
he may be a worm of a man,

a weak, pointless piece of DNA.

I mean,
lower than the lowest scum.

A shit that doesn't deserve
to breathe.

A conniving, lying, cheating,
stealing, all of the above.

But he's--
- Zip!

He's a grandfather.

Lola?

Oh, God bless her.

She loves him.

Look, I know that necklace
meant so much to you

because it was your Nonna's,

we understand,
that bond, you know,

between a grandparent
and a grandchild.

And...

Lola doesn't need this
right now.

Yeah, but that's not enough.

My reputation.

It will only be sullied

if he tells somebody
what he did.

And who's he going to tell?

No. I have an offer for you.

Oh?

I don't need money.
- No.

But you said that
you know everything about me.

You know what I do for a job.

You know my skills.

Well, someone like you
might need someone useful.

Look, if you do me a favor,

I'll do you one in return.

Mm, mm.

If I see you again, Marcello,

you are a dead man.

And stay out of Italy.

And you and I.

We have an agreement.

Mm!

Oh, I knew
you was not leaving me.

I knew you loved me.
Oh, God!

I could kiss you so hard, Harry.
Untie me.

He was never going to
shoot you, you idiot.

- Oh!
- I did this for Lola.

And this is the last time
that I help you.

You're kidding.
Come back! Harry, Harry!

Amore. Amore.

Harry!

This is the last time, Tom.

The last time.

Yep.

Big Tom wants this bed.

There is, um...

another one.

Big Tom wants thisone.

Okay, fine.

Big Tom likes to play
with little cell dollys.

Are you going to be
my cell dolly?

I want my phone call!

I want my phone call!

You've got to get me
out of here.

I told you,
if you tell me the truth.

I was ashamed.

Before.

To admit I'd done wrong,
I...

I hurt somebody.

Well, not the people on my tour.

I'm not a killer.

My former business partner,
Derry McGovern.

The one who died.

We were old friends.

He set up the business
originally.

He was obsessed with books.

He was always a nice chap,
but useless.

Kind and clever, but useless.

I was the one
with the finance head.

So he-- he brought me in.

That would explain
the lack of books in your home.

- What?!
- Nothing.

Go on.
What did you do to him?

You can't let friendship
get in the way of business.

I saw potential there.

There ain't no
"get up and go."

Well, not really, so I, um...

I edged him out of the business

and then he--
he took his own life.

For a book tour.

Couldn't he have
just started another one up?

Yeah.
What else did you do, fella?

Well, I accidentally...

What?

I slept with his wife.

You asked me to be honest.

That's the worst thing
I ever did.

Well done.

Who did you have put in
with him?

Big Tom. Sure breaks up
the monotony

of the night shift for him.

Tom.

We need to look into
this Derry guy, Harry.

Jordan, any chance you can
track down his family for us?

I can look up a contact,
but, look,

Charlie has been
through this file.

The chap didkill himself.

There's no foul play suspected,
if that's what you're thinking.

You two are gonna get me fired.

I sent an email
to Derry's wife,

but I'm not sure
how much it will help, Harry.

She's in Australia now.

They had two grown up sons,
but they both live in England.

You think Simon's
telling the truth?

No, and I think there's more,

but I can't quite put
my finger on it.

He knows this is relevant.

Affairs can lead people to kill.

I've seen that firsthand.

- What? When?
- Oh, nothing.

You know, Marcello, it's...

Anyway, in our case,
Derry is dead.

Unless...

Ooh, unless one of his sons

came back for revenge.

Oh!

Oh, this is her now.
She'd replied.

"Yes,
I am that Shelly McGovern.

I'm very sorry
to hear Simon is in trouble,

but I'm not able to help.

If he's spoken to you,
you'll know Simon is

the reason my marriage split up.

But I don't blame him
for Derry's death

no more than I blame myself.

I've moved on, and I want to
close that chapter.

Please leave me
and my sons alone."

That's pretty final.

Who else
could have it in for him?

Maybe she wasn't the only
person he had an affair with.

Oh, yeah.

Thank you.

You're welcome.
What for?

All those times as a kid,

when you didn't turn up,

all the birthdays and
Christmases you forgot.

You made me the man I am.

You're right, I did.

You wouldn't be the man you are

if I'd been in your life.

You would have
want to emulate me.

I'm very charismatic.

You're a narcissist.

Yes, but a charismatic one.

I'm joking, Charlie.

Your mother
is a very strong woman

and you survived her.

You are your own man.

And I'm proud of you.

I don't need you
to be proud of me.

I know, but still I am.

Sorry, I'm late.

No you're not.

You're right on time.

I was just about to leave.

Right?

Promise I won't leave
you that long next time.

Maybe I come to visit you
in Georgetown.

I think you're gonna
like it there.

I would be happy.

We'll see.

I wouldn't bank on him
visiting.

He likes to make promises
he can't keep.

At least he hasn't tried
ruining my life.

Lola, remember what I said.

You mean everything to your dad.

He's a far better man
than I'll ever be.

Are you sure we
can't drop you to the airport?

I'm good. Thank you.

Take care of yourself.

I will.

You too, Charlie.

Ciao, Amore.

I'm giving you the benefit
of the doubt

because of what Granddad said.

But, Dad,

don't interfere
in my life again.

Okay.

- Packing up?
- Yeah.

There's no way
to keep the business going.

That really did
run it into the ground.

He won't be missed.

- He'll be missed by some.
- Yeah, I wouldn't bet on that.

Well, he obviously loved
his family.

And his girlfriend was
pretty cut up.

- Girlfriend?
- Yeah.

What are you talking about?

Noel didn't have
any girlfriends.

Or mates.

Who's this?

I said girlfriends.

That's his ex.

You can have that if you want.

It's going in the dump anyway.

Oh, shit.

You've not told us everything.

And this time, we want to know
exactly what happened

when you slept
with Derry's wife.

And particularly,
how he found out.

You want us to release
Simon Burke,

make a press statement
to that effect,

give you a team of officers,

and let you proceed
with this madcap plan

to catch the real killer?

Precisely.

We've no physical evidence
outside that phone.

No witnesses,
no murder weapon, no DNA.

He's not confessing.
It's this or...

Oh, for God's sake.
Any more demands?

We'll let you know
if we think of any.

Glass of red.

Mother.

For many years,
imagery of the famine victims

haunt the people of Ireland.

Their skeletal forms.
The rumors of cannibalism.

More Irish myths
may have seeped in.

The Dearg Due--

the story of the woman
forced into a terrible marriage.

She took her own life,

but then rose from the dead
to exact revenge.

Are we going to see
any dead bodies?

This is the mortar tour, yeah?

- If you could--
- Are you the killer, Simon?

Is it true what
everyone is saying?

For God's sake.
Let him speak.

Don't you have any respect?

Ah!

Drop it!

You're Shelly?

Yeah. Nice try.

You know, you had us
going there for a while

with the whole "I'm so scared
of my husband" performance.

But the truth is,
your husband was Derry McGovern,

Simon's old business partner.

And you sure did have an affair.

But it was discovered...

And Simon told Derry.

He outed your secret

because he wanted Derry
off the tour.

But then you lost everything,
didn't you?

Derry never forgave me.

And when he died,
my sons hated me too.

They haven't spoken to me
in years.

I had an affair.
I didn't deserve to lose it all.

Noel and Mel
didn't deserve to die.

You could have just
killed Simon.

I wanted Simon to suffer.

And Nolan tried
to cheat Derry out of money.

He was a horrible little man.

And what about the journalist?

Oh!

I thought Simon
would be arrested for Noel.

When he wasn't, I knew
I had to kill another one.

She was just
a grubby journalist.

But you took her life.

It's Simon
who shall be in prison!

Jordan, you know the drill.

Let's get her out of here.

She is batshit.
She was never even in Australia.

Been here planning
this the whole time.

I'll leave yous to it.

I, uh...

I have somewhere to be.

I can't thank you enough.

You know, being in prison...

It was a custody cell.

...and seeing
the worst of mankind,

it's given me time to reflect.

I did an awful, awful thing--

But, I mean,
what she did was worse--

But I want you to know,

I do feel sorry
for what I did to Derry.

I'm glad to hear that.

Simon! Let me take you home.

Now, something's not right.

Look, Shelly is a murderer.

Yeah, sure,
but even he admits it.

He put this whole thing
in train.

"Misery."

What?

Stephen King.

That's his very own
Annie Wilkes.

I think the universe
is going to serve up

some karma to Simon Burke.

So, you happy
because we solved a case,

or are you just back
to being happy?

Well, I'm trying not to be sad.

Let's put it that way.

You know, I still don't know
if I did the right thing,

and even
if I did do the wrong thing,

I don't know if Lola's
ever going to forgive me.

Oh, she'll forgive you.
You're very forgivable.

Yeah, I'm going to try
talking to her again.

We shouldn't part ways
with her being this angry at me.

You know,
when we met, I told you

I was going to make
you into a man.

And I told you
I already was a man.

No, you weren't,
but you are getting there.

I think you should make
a move on.

- Why?
- Well, she'll be getting to

the airport this evening.

What?
Why didn't you say?

You needed to make up
your own mind

that you wanted to speak to her.

Come on, go.

You didn't want to pack
anything extra, no?

Oh, no, no, no, no!

Oh, shit.

You have a visitor, son.

Who?

I didn't want to go
on bad terms.

I'm so happy you're here.

I'm so sorry.

Don't be.

It's going to be okay.

Yeah, it's going to be okay.

I'll miss you.

You're my best friend, Fergus.

Ditto.

Will you call me?

Of course I will.

You're the one that knows
everything about America.

You know I'm always here
for you.

I know.

Goodbye, Fergus.

Bye, Lola.

Perimeter secure, ma'am.
Senator's safe.

Nobody's getting to him
out there.

If we relax for a minute.
DEA will pounce.

He's outsmarted
every police force in the world.

I'm not having the death
of a senator on my hands.

We have checked every inch
of these woods, ma'am.

The cabin is entirely
bulletproof.

There's no underground access.

It would be a physical
impossibility for--

What?

How?

Mother f--