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[Indistinct chatter]

All: Drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink!

[Shouting in joy]

[Laughing]

Now, your turn. Go.

Bartender: Last orders, please.

Oh, fuck! My bus!

-You can stay at my place! -I got to get home tonight.

♪ Oh, my life ♪

♪ Is changing every day ♪

Fuck!

Fuck!

♪ And, oh, my dreams ♪

♪ It's never quite as it seems ♪

♪ Never quite as it seems ♪

♪ I know I felt like this before♪

[Song fades out]

Hi. Did you miss your bus?

Hi. Yeah. To Castle Moy.

I can take you half way. Hop in.

Thank you.

Cold out tonight, isn't it?

[Thunder rumbling]

[Wind blowing]

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Man: Sorry I can't take you any further.

That's all right.Take care of yourself.

Amy: Bye now.

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Amy: I'm gonna be stuck here all night, Suze.

Why'd you leave so late?

I just lost track of time.

Hold on.

[Soft music playing over car radio]

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Fuck.

He didn't stop?No.

If you're late on your first day,

they'll sack you before you even start.

I think he's coming back.

Hey!

Oh, my God!

I have to go. I've got a lift.

Castle Moy?

Great. You're a star!

A-Amy?

Amy?

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Amy?

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[Sighs]

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[Birds chirping]

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[Sighs]

[Pager beeps]

Cathy? I got your message. What's wrong?

Cathy: Lisa, he's outside.

God, okay.

But...but you'll be safe in the shelter.

He's gonna be waiting for me when they close.

I'm afraid he's gonna kill me. You've got to help us.

Alright, I'll do all I can, Cathy, I promise you.

[Horns honking]

[Indistinct chatter]

Editorial in five.

Bill: Obviously, the lead is the divorce referendum,

but the women's refuge?

You did the story last month, Lisa.

The government made a decision.

Why the hell did you give her the go ahead?

She said she had a new angle.

I do have a new angle.

I don't see it.

What else we got?Excuse me.

Bill Clinton's statement on the Balkans,

Jacques Chirac on nuclear testing and...

Bill, we can't not publish this.

These women have nowhere else to go.

Look, maybe a small update, near the back.

No, it's the exact same story as last month.

I've interviewed some of the women there so it's --

Lisa, I've made my decision.

Next.Women might die.

Oh, for fuck's sake.Bill: Enough, Lisa.

That's my final word.

Now, what else have we got?

Riverdance is a big hit in New York.

Fuck. Any good news?

[Laughter]

[Indistinct chatter]

Oh, Christ.

Now is not the time, Lisa.

Bill, these women...

Are not our responsibility.

They areour responsibility.

If there's any possibility...

Fuck's sake, it's not personal, Lisa.

It is personal actually. My mother was murdered when...

When I was 10, so I know what will happen

to these women if this place closes.

And it is a news story.

We only criminalized marital rape last year.

The power of the press can force change.

Bill, you told us that.

Alright, Lisa, I'll tell you what.

Make it personal.

Tell your mother's story, how it affected you.

Make it a confessional, and I'll consider it.

Thank you, Bill.

You won't regret it.

I said "consider".

Jesus.

[Door opens]

I'm so sorry, Lisa. No idea.

It's not the kind of thing you advertise.

You're about to, though.

Are you sure you're really okay with that?

You didn't say if he was ever caught.

It's not too late to change your mind.

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[People chatter indistinctly]

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Dad, you're late.I know, love. I'm sorry.

How'd today go? How'd you get on?

I don't think I did that well.

I bet you did better than you think.

You've always been good at science.

It was maths.

Right.

You were late enough getting in last night.

Yeah, well, Laura had this big party for her birthday.

So...

I told your mother you came home on time.

Don't let it happen again and not on a school night.

Thank you, dad.Man: Commander Delta One.

Suspected gangland shooting on Parnell Street.

One male victim, serious injuries.

We need you over there as soon as possible.

Forensics are on their way.

Are we still hanging out?

Sorry, love, I'm gonna have to go to that.

But I'll drop you home first, yeah?

Mm-hmm.

Put on your belt.

[Engine starts]

Hard to top the dead mother card?

Fuck you.

You wish.

[Rock music playing on the headphones]

Something must've happened to her.

Is she a pretty girl? Your sister?

Yes. What's that got to do...

She's probably off having a good time

with the fella that picked her up.

My sister's not like that.

She'd never go off with some stranger.

And she's got a new job, due to start this morning.

She wasn't gonna risk losing that.

If she's not home within 24 hours, come back.

That's all we can do.

[Bell chimes]

[Knocking on door]

Sweetheart.

[Sobbing]

Opening paragraph's whooly.

Your mother's murder should lead us in,

not the other way around.

Apart from that...

[Indistinct chatter]

He is gonna run it, front page.

Reporter on TV: In the latest survey,

figures suggest that 57% of people

support the amending of the Constitution,

and removing the divorce ban in Ireland.

[Reporter continues]

And abolishing the ban on divorce

would greatly increase the heartache and trauma

of those involved in the break-up of a marriage,

especially for the children.

In other news, customs...

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[Phone ringing]

[Indistinct chatter]

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Barbara: Thanks for coming in, detective.

So, what am I looking at?

That's me, age 10.

It was taken by the man who murdered my mother.

Okay, Lisa.

Take your time.

What was her name?

Janice Wallace.

Can you tell me what happened?

What you remember?

I remember it was hot.

I couldn't sleep.

Finally, I did sleep and when I woke...

there were sounds...

...and...

Ma, I'm awake.

[Janice sobbing]

[Lisa screams]

I couldn't see his face.

[Door closes]'Cause he was --

He was masked, and...

my mom was on the bed, tied up.

Then, I remember a blinding light like...

I think it must have been a camera flash.

He was taking this.

[Sniffles]

Thank you.

Then he, um...

he locked me in...

in the wardrobe...

and...

...he did what he did to my mom with me, there, in the room.

Jesus.

[Sobs]

And when I woke, the door was open and...

and she...

I thought she was asleep.

I'm so sorry, Lisa.

[Phone ringing]

When did this happen?

November 14, 1980.

And was there anyone else living in the house?

Your father? Siblings?

No one. My father wasn't there.

Where is he now?

He might remember something that could be helpful.

He wasn't there.

Even so. No.

[Phone ringing]

Okay.

Is there any chance this could be your mother?

No.

Not with that nail polish.

Plus that photo was taken outside.

And it was taken recently.

That's Polaroid Type 779 film.

They only started making that this year.

I had my secretary call Polaroid in the Netherlands

while we were waiting.

It could still be staged.

We don't know he's taken anyone.

But that's obviously what he means,

fun past and present.

Why do you think he's contacted you now?

Because I just wrote a piece about my mother's murder,

and I called him a coward.

A pathetic, depraved animal.

Yesterday was the anniversary.

Well, at least, we know he reads the Evening Mail.

What's your circulation?

65,000 upwards.

Narrows it down a bit.

[Chuckles]

The officer here will gather the evidence

and take your prints.

We'll send them to the lab.

If he did leave prints and we have them on record,

we'll track him down.

But you are going to reopen the case

and look for this girl?

I have to get authorization.

The police did nothing for my mother,

not one suspect in 15 years.

Lisa, I'm sorry that --

I'll look into it.

But, please, I'm gonna need a couple of days.

I'll see you out.

Thank you.

[Phone ringing]

My daughter Amy...

She -- She's not the type of girl who wouldn't call.

She always tells us where she's going.

What age is your daughter?

20.

Then she's a grown woman.

If it was a child, it would be different.

Come back in 24 hours if you don't hear from her.

This is my youngest daughter we're talking about!

My baby!

Please, I beg you.

Go home and come back tomorrow.

That's all we can do for now.

You don't care.

Step away from the desk. There's other people waiting.

Shame on you.

Step away.

Or I'll have you removed.Come on, mom.

They're not gonna help.

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Excuse me!

I'm really sorry for the way that you were treated in there.

I'm sick of them doing nothing.

Listen, I shouldn't say,

but you should contact the media,

local radio, TV, ask them for their help.

But you didn't hear it from me, okay?

Of course. Thank you so much.

Good luck.

[Seagulls squawking]

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[Siren wailing]

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[Janice humming]

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Shh.

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[Alarm ringing]

[Horns honking]

[Phone ringing]

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Hi. It's Lisa Wallace. I need a renewed prescription.

You have to be consistent Lisa.

I know, but they make me dizzy out of it,

and with my job.

Nitrazepam works.

But you have to take it as directed.

And perhaps...

you might not just be cut out for such a stressful job.

There's plenty of other things you could do.

[Birds chirping]

Prison Officer: Visiting time, take your appointed seat,

and remain seated throughout the entire visit.

30 minutes max.

[Indistinct chatter]

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[Door closes]

They told me it was you.

I thought it was a joke.

I can't believe you're here.

I'm not here to make up with you.

These were sent to me.

This was taken by...

Yes, that night.

[Sobbing]

I'm sorry.

It's just...

[Sobbing]

God.

[Sighs]

Was -- Was it a revenge killing for what you did?

No.

No!

Not a chance.

The police...

they used that as an excuse.

The men I knew,

they wouldn't dare touch a rival gang family.

They had a code.

This...

This was a fucking psychopath.

What if they just happened to send a psychopath,

they didn't know what he was gonna do?

No way.

The other boss, Rab Kelly...

he volunteered to help the police,

but they refused.

He came to visit me, Lisa.

Personally.

He swore to my face...

that it had nothing to do with them.

He didn't have to do that.

He owed me nothing.

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

[Sighs]

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[Sobbing]

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Why didn't you tell me about your father?

Because the police used it as an excuse not to investigate.

But it's obvious we're looking for a sadist,

not a gang killer.

You may very well be right,

but I've still got to convince my superiors.

You know what he did to my mom, and now the photo --

We can't rule it out being staged.

Oh, come on.

Her hands are swollen, purple,

for fuck's sake!Lisa!

For this to work, I have to present a watertight case.

The theories of a convicted murderer

and the denials of Rab Kelly, it's not gonna wash.

Lisa!

Lisa! Lisa!

Woman: Store St. Garda Station. How I can help you?

Hi. Lisa Wallace here from the Dublin Evening Mail.

Is there a police national database

for missing persons I can access?

Woman: Uh, no.

No, I can't access it, or, no, it doesn't exist?

-No, it doesn't exist.

You'll have to contact local police stations individually.

How many are there?

564. Fuck.

Yeah, I'm afraid so.Thanks.

David: Evidence lost,

crime scene contaminated, typical '80s botch job.

Mm.

If you'd looked more closely at the case files,

you'd have seen that the original

Chief Investigating Officer was me.

You don't get to my position by botching investigations.

No, sir, of course not, sir.

But -- This was payback

for what the father did, open and shut case.

Then who killed her?

Oh, a rival gang member.

Wallace murdered someone to clear his debts

and his family paid the price.

But what about the method of the killing?

The sexual element?

Uh...

Sexual psychopath, possible serial killer, right?

Yeah, well, now we thought of that,

but, you see, he never did it again.

What if he changed his MO?

What if one of his victims was misclassified

as a missing person?

Now, that's possible.

But it's unlikely.

Well, sir, 375 people have gone missing

in the last 15 years.

Aye, abortion seekers, runaways, prostitutes...

Some.

Majority maybe, but if even one of those

is one of his victims --

Not enough evidence...

to investigate.

Sir, Janice Wallace's killer contacted the daughter,

so whether it was a serial killer or a gang member,

this is still a live murder investigation, isn't it?

Did you find any prints on these?

No, we found traces of talc.

He probably wore surgical gloves.

Mm. Then we can't trace him, can we?

No, sir.

Then, let's sit back, see what happens next.

The daughter won't be happy.

She's a journalist, and she hates the police.

She could cause trouble.

Media meddling's not my concern.

This is police work.

Man: Three females reported missing

in the past two months.

Two still unaccounted for.

Can you give me their names?

Emma O' Donoghue, aged 50, from Willow Heights,

and Lizzy Emmett, aged 37, Curragh Road.

Can you give me next kin contact numbers?

No, sorry, that's confidential

but I'm sure you can track them down.

Thank you. You've been very helpful.

Okay, best of luck.

[Reporter talking on TV]

Does anyone know where the remote is?

Susan: We need her back.

Please, Amy, if you can hear us, we love you so much.

Frances: Please love, if you can, call us.

Just let us know you're okay.

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[Church bells ring]

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Frances? Susan?

Yes. Hi.

Lisa Wallace, Dublin Evening Mail.

I know Amy.

She wouldn't have gone off without telling us.

The police said my sister was some kind of whore,

or sleeping with some stranger.

Can I ask, did Amy wear nail polish at all?

Yeah, she liked painting her nails.

Black, always. She's into her grunge.

Still loves Kurt Cobain like you wouldn't believe.

I've a copy of a photo to show you.

I have to warn you, though, it's quite disturbing.

Do you think that could be Amy?

I don't know.

Maybe.

Amy's got small hands like that.

Bites her nails, too.

Where did you get this? Have the police seen it?

It was sent to me anonymously.

The police have the original.

But is that person in the photo alive or dead?

Alive, I hope.

I'm so sorry.

I'd never have shown it unless I thought it would help.

I'll do all I can to find Amy. I promise you.

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David: You showed the photo to the family?

They said Amy always wore black nail polish, black.

And she bit her nails.

Without a clear positive ID, it's no good to us.

Amy disappeared the night before my article came out.

The very next day, I got the cards.

We can't be certain they're connected.

I presented the case to my senior officer.

It was rejected.

But he's going to kill again, you know it.

I tried.

You've got to do something!

There's nothing else I can do.

And I've been ordered to drop it.

I'm sorry.

Well, if you're not gonna do anything then,

I'll have to write about it.

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[Indistinct chatter]

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["Everything That Rises" playing on headphones]

[Song continues playing]

♪ I am crazed it's running ♪

♪ Through my brain ♪

♪ Everything that rises ♪

How you doing?

[Talking indistinctly]

[Engine starts]

[Car door closes]

You jump to too many conclusions.

Yeah, I agree.

We need to force the police into action.

Women's lives are at risk.

Then, get more proof.

Did you see the lead on the Irish Timesthis morning?

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[Lisa humming]

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[Prison guard talking]

Putting you through now.

Chris: Lisa?

Is there anything else you can tell me that I might

not know about my mother's murder?

Well, I told the police, so, uh, you probably know.

Just tell me.

Well, your ma, she came to visit me.

She said she was getting prank calls.

Heaving breathing.

She felt like

things had been moved around the room,

like somebody had been there.

Fuck.

And what -- What did the police say?

They said they'd look into it.

I wrote them a letter from prison, but...

I never heard back.

Okay.

I've to go.

Lisa, I... Stop.

I know you want to make things right, but you can't.

I know.

I get it.

I can't forgive myself either.

[Birds chirping]

So, no prank calls?

Did she mention anything

moved in her room, anything strange?

No. Why?

Amy signed on in Dublin, right?

Yeah, on a Tuesday.

She'd usually stay and meet her friends in the Tin Roof,

then catch the last bus home.

So, it was a regular thing?

Yeah.

Did she keep a diary?

All this looks like routine stuff.

She meant to do the Artist's Way,

but she never got round to it.

Did the police search this room after she disappeared?

They never even came here.

Mind if I have a look?

Mm-hmm.

You know, a few weeks ago,

Amy said her new lipstick was missing.

We had an argument 'cause sometimes I borrow her things,

but I didn't take it.

She never found it.

Does that help?

Yeah, maybe.

[Birds chirping]

What -- Do you know what this is?

Do you have tweezers,

a plastic bag, something I can use to pick this up?

Oh, my God. You think he got in here?

[Camera shutter clicks]

[Camera shutter clicks]

Can I use your phone?

[Phone ringing]

Detective Burkely.

David, it's Lisa.

You looked through my mother's case files, right?

Yes, of course.

Did they know how he got into the house?

Um...

Yes, they found a homemade wooden wedge

in one of the windows downstairs.

Made the window seemed locked when it wasn't.

Jesus Christ.Lisa?

Lisa?

Lisa?

Go to your mother's house and stay there, okay?

[Indistinct chatter]

Get this developed straight away please.

Do you have a story, Lisa?

Yes, I found the evidence I need.

What is it?

Here's the notes.

You'll see the photos when they get developed.

Oh, this is great.

Okay. Do you have half an hour?

Bill.

Bill, she fucking did it.

[Phone ringing]

Detective Burkely.

It's Lisa.

Lisa, hi. Listen, what was that about earlier?

The wedge they found in my mother's window,

I think I found the same one in Amy and Susan's house.

Jesus Christ.

Is that enough to open the case?

Yes, more than enough. Well done.

You haven't published this, have you?

No. Good. Don't.

Don't say it to anyone, okay?

You'll send guards round to dust the room?

First thing tomorrow.

Just don't fuck this up.

I won't.

And...

thank you, Lisa.

Change of plan. We can't publish tonight.

Please, just stand by.

What are you doing?

I can't talk about this. Sorry. Soon, I promise.

Hey. Hey, Dougie. Tell them to hold the press.

And I'll need those photos, too.

[Reporter talking on TV]

What are you still doing up?

I couldn't sleep.

This awful thing with that girl that's gone missing.

And then she heard me get up.

Mom won't let me go out on Saturday night,

but Niamh's mom said she'd collect us and everything.

Will you talk to her please?

Your ma knows best.

Good night, love.Good night.

Are you coming up?

Soon. I've got some work to finish.

Okay.

[Indistinct talking on TV]

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[Screaming]

[Screaming]

[Lisa screams]

Susan: She would never normally be hitchhiking so late,

but she missed her last bus.

Everyone we know hitchhikes.

There's no other way to get around.

There's only two busses a day.

If anyone has Amy, please let her go.

We need her back.

Please, Amy, if you can hear us, we love you so much.

Made you some soup, pea and ham.

Wait for it to cool.

Uh...

[Heavy breathing]

Reporter: We're asking this morning,

is the average catholic church in crisis?

What with the recent scandals,

dropping church attendance, particularly amongst the young,

who are turning away from the church in droves,

the recent legalization of...

[Breathing heavily]

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