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Good girl.

are you charlie here i am fat as a cow having to make my own way home i'm gonna

kill you when i see

Jason, what's the crack?

It's Saturday morning.

No rest for the wicked.

Got to find our... If I find this, it's working, girl.

O 'Connor will think the sun shines out of my arse again.

And I'll get a raise.

And then we'll catch up.

Shall I make you breakfast before you leave?

No, I'll get something later.

Meet Fiona at the Glencarra.

We're a good team.

You and Fiona?

Me and you, Shell.

You holding down the home front and me catching the bad guys.

Or gals.

What is it with you, Lainey?

You're always out of sorts.

And me, the one under all the pressure?

Sympathy stress, I guess.

Caitlyn's game is at 12.

So I figured we'd just do a Saturday night chipper.

I'll make you to the shop.

Still strange to think you're there at the same time as our dead fella.

At the shop?

Not unless someplace else I'm unaware of.

I'll call you later, yeah?

Wish me luck.

MAGA.

Our top story is still the mystery murder at the Glen Cara Hotel.

He's a... Niall, don't sneak up on me like that. Can I have a wee in the

What? No.

Kevin, sock yourself in the loo, please.

Use ours.

Dad doesn't like us two. Dad isn't home. Go on.

Well, you're not going to come watch your sister's match?

It's all right. That's why I didn't have to.

Remember what we talked about.

How could I forget, ma 'am?

I'm serious.

You're always serious.

I'll have an apple. What did you talk about?

Nothing.

So, all the bits are in here.

What bits?

Beak, feathers.

Niall, fix this.

It's simple, okay? Eggs are just eggs unless they're fertilized by sperm in

oviduct. What sperm again?

Lewd. Derek.

Later, losers.

Don't be late.

We're doing the chipper tonight.

Kate, eat something. You need the energy for your match.

We'll get this nasty pour out soon, love.

Until the next infection.

Kate, can you eat something, please?

I need you both dressed and ready by 11.

Now, Miriam.

And a girl.

At least someone appreciates my cooking.

Dad doesn't like us to feed. Dad isn't home.

Martin.

What did the ballistics tell us about the weapon used?

Not to be an a -hole, Detective Sergeant, but... Here we go.

Ballistics is the study of the motion of a projectile.

What bollocks you on about, Martin?

Firearms identification does not directly involve ballistics.

Well, let me ask it another way, Martin. What kind of fucking gun was used?

35 caliber with no matches on our system.

Well, you might have led with that.

I just wanted... What about the Bible?

No prints, latent or otherwise.

The good book is clean outside as in.

Right. Well, let's get everything we don't know over to our colleagues in

England.

Back to you, stick on the CCTV.

O 'Neill and Gee, you go back to the surrounding neighbourhood. Keep pounding

doors.

OK,

let's go. This case isn't going to solve itself.

Mrs. Whelan.

Mrs. Philip Whelan. I'm not a donkey, so I'm not interested.

Ma 'am, I'm Detective Inspector Yates, Northumbria Police.

Detective?

Special Crimes?

What was he doing in Ireland?

I don't have details.

It only just happened.

Is there a new Mrs Whelan to talk to?

No, unless he did it in secret.

We've been divorced nine years.

What are the next of kin?

Our daughters.

Daughters? Wendy and Laurie, 16 and 14.

Do they have contact with him?

They haven't seen him in a couple of years.

Phil was a shite da.

My new husband Jack is the girl's real da.

Do you have a good divorce?

I like a good cancer.

Did you kill your ex, Mrs Orban?

Go all the way to Ireland to kill Phil?

No.

I'd have done it right here.

Other next of kin, siblings or parents?

Phil was orphaned young.

Spent time in foster care.

Never wanted to talk about his past.

Did he have a flat or a house somewhere?

This is the address he had in his passport.

He used to talk about London some.

I think he lived in Luton once.

You'll need to speak with the embassy in Dublin to make arrangements.

The body?

It'll need to be shipped back.

Eck says he used to spend some time in London.

Go ahead and send Whelan's prints to H .O .B.

Single injection like Narcon, but this shot would unplug the arteries of stroke

victims.

A blood thinner?

No, this would dissolve the clot.

Is your kitchen an emergency injection of drain cleaner range?

I'm not a chemist, but... But you've unclogged drain pipes.

Do you think I quit you?

A what, D .I.? Who Whelan is.

Was.

Sorry, Whelan?

Aye. Should be on your fines alert.

We ran his prints through the national database.

They matched.

Fuck me sideways.

Figure it beat James.

Get me up to speed, D .I .A.

Let's go.

Why aren't you dressed?

I'm not going.

My stomach hurts.

Look, it's dead. You have to run through it.

The exercise will do you good. It'll release endorphins.

What are endorphins?

Happy hormones.

What if I leak?

I'm going to bleed all over my uniform.

My shorts are white.

Kate.

We put an extra pair of cycling shorts underneath.

I'll get you painkillers for the cramps.

You'll be crammed.

Look, I know this feels like a big deal, and it is. I don't mean to undermine

that. But nothing changes.

You keep going. Almost.

I don't want to have a baby.

No, look.

Sex and all that stuff can wait.

Sex is gross.

Kind of.

Look, we'll put your kid on here at home.

No one will know.

You'll be fine.

Okay?

Where were you?

Hiya, mate.

Oh, enjoying a tin, are you?

Look. I don't need to look. I can see.

Have a beer.

I want a phone.

Okay, okay. Whatever you want, then.

Don't mind me. Why didn't you pick me up?

I heard that bird again.

The narc bird.

Chirp, chirp, chirp.

Trained to smell the drugs they are.

Them's the drugs eating your brain, Charlie. I left the flat to come get

And then chirp, chirp, chirp. He was following me.

And by the time I gave him the flip, he was late. So you left me alone?

Like this.

To make my own way.

You're very cute like that.

Fuckable.

Then what are you waiting for?

Do me.

I want to meet

Freddy face to face.

I thought you'd just let go.

I'm not afraid of narc birds or Freddy fucking V. But I am tired of taking all

the risk when he gets rich.

And if you won't do it, I will.

That's my magpie.

Hook you, Tori. Love your fire.

You'll be grand.

No one's going to know.

What if? It won't.

Just play your normal self. You'll be fine.

Knock him dead, kiddo.

I think he wants something.

That's Emma Wilson's dad.

Oh, hi.

We have to stop meeting like this.

You keep talking shite, we will.

Emma tells me there's going to be some sort of rumble. Girls with bats?

I heard.

And you're about three quarters of an hour early.

You're staying?

I know. But we'll be back.

Slav.

How do you know him?

Uh, we baked cupcakes for the fundraiser.

Funny laugh, lad.

Dad never baked cupcakes.

They're yank.

Can you picture your dad in an apron?

yourself Bloody Mary

That's brilliant.

Yeah. And if the guard calls, why can't you see the evidence?

Darren's on the tail.

How do you know?

She told me.

How'd she say it?

She said, uh, come to mind that night, parents are gone to a christening in

Donegal.

I'm on the pill.

Jesus.

Take this.

Johnny.

Said she's on the pill.

Says. Maybe she wants the baby.

She's 16.

Subconsciously. Like her ovaries are running things.

Like her body looks like a child in us.

Besides,

the pill is only 99 % effective.

You know what 99 % means, don't you?

You don't take any chances.

One baby.

for every hundred shags.

We have, what, five million Irish?

Couple million shagging at any given time?

That's hundreds of them on the pill, babies.

Where are the Johnny?

Darren?

See you later.

Don't tell me it threw your back out.

Saturday night.

What's gonna be?

Homemade pizza?

Chipper.

You've given her the night off.

She doesn't work for me. Doesn't she?

Are we gonna solve this?

This? Us?

The case.

The fuck do I know?

How many thousands of drivers do we prosecute while most gun murders go

unsolved? Jesus, Fi, this one is going to get solved.

As far as we know, your man doesn't know anyone local.

Except the Coover.

Well, then let's go find our Coover.

Absolutely.

How are you?

We're looking for the manager.

That's me.

Well, I'm the assistant manager, but I wasn't here when that guy got killed.

Where's the other fella from yesterday and the day before?

Sean McNair.

Sean McNair.

He called in sick, normal -like.

He don't work Saturdays.

What's your name?

Sean. We're now related.

Right.

Do you know her?

Here's the thing, Sean. We know that she's a sex worker.

And we just want to find her.

You'd have to ask Sean.

The other Sean.

He offered certain guests a luxury device.

Would you be needing any luxury device?

Keep going with your acapella.

Just one.

Who's there?

Alec. Alec who?

Alec Tracy.

Oh, no.

That is terrible.

So terrible. I'm going to go.

Back in a second.

I just need to speak to my out front.

Keep going.

I was just wondering if you had any luck on them vibrating vests? The airway

clearance vests.

Yeah, we saw it on YouTube.

It's like girl in America.

Well, those devices are very dear.

€15 ,000 or more and not recommended treatments in Ireland.

So my son's quality of life not worth €15 ,000?

What is it worth? €10 ,000? €5 ,000? I don't make HSE rules.

You'd be buying it yourself.

€15 ,000?

Yeah, sure.

I'll just put that on my shopping list.

Ed, is Niall done? A couple of minutes.

Did the Gardaí talk to you about the murderous thing, Cara?

They were going door to door looking for witnesses.

What are you doing here, Mrs Moulton?

No.

Did you see anything?

No. I mean, you, but nothing suspicious like it.

Did you?

No. I suppose you'd tell your husband if you saw something.

Of course.

Scary, though.

What's the world coming to?

I don't know. Did you tell him you saw me?

You? Oh, God.

I suppose I should have.

I know. You're grand.

I'll tell Jason that I was in the area and that we spoke and neither one of us

saw a thing.

Thanks a million.

Don't worry.

Well, the moon's been all over CCTV.

Move it from the car park.

16 workable angles from the inside, but outside, shite.

I'm interested in crisp makers than carjuggers.

Brother Sean lives 30 minutes east of here near Arklow.

All right.

Let's go pay a visit to the other Sean.

Imagine coming out here and not even paying a visit to Donkey Cat, look. Or

Sugarloaf. Pretty boring visit, isn't it? Don't be shy. Pass this one.

Who was that?

In front of you, then.

Her.

Isn't that your missus?

We made it back in time for the mayhem.

How is this sport not banned?

Cross between hockey and murder.

Ken Bruin.

When my wife said we were moving to Ireland, I devoured the Jack Taylor

Well, I think it looks like fun.

It is.

It's good for the head, good for the heart.

That's our case.

Why don't you take Emma closer to the edge?

Wife's not here?

Nope.

Work. Don't rest for the wicked.

So you do know my wife?

It's Doug!

You made it!

Fiona. Mrs. Bowen.

Where's Kate?

There.

How's she doing?

It's early days. She's mostly just...

Jogging around hoping and praying that Schiller doesn't find her.

She's on the pitch. She's got to be on the pitch.

She's a bit out of sorts.

A female in front of her.

Congratulations.

What?

She got her period in the track.

Why didn't you tell me?

I... Get in, Kate!

Come on! Get in the fight!

The ACTV from your supermarket came in.

My supermarket?

I wish it was. The amount I spend there. The funny thing is, the CCTV shows our

victim, Mr. Whelan, following me.

Following me?

Well, not following so much as he was near you a couple of times.

But maybe you might have noticed him talking to someone.

Are you here for work or for your daughter?

Well, it's a bird show.

We were on our way. We were passing on the way to Arky.

You didn't recognize him in the photo we had? I didn't. But when you didn't...

See him in the supermarket. He had a beard.

Our sketch man added a beard. Would you like to take a look?

You ever seen him before in my life?

We didn't notice him standing right beside you at the butcher's counter.

That was yours, Kate. Get in there.

There's another bit. Looks like he's waiting for you to leave.

Well, Shelley.

I think your daughter's team scored.

Oh.

Look, I wish I could help, but I'd like to watch the match.

Bloody Mary.

Get off me.

Get off me. Come on, girls.

You better roll, Jake.

You can't stay for the halftime whistle, Jason.

I can't. We've got this thing in Arklow.

I'll see you, Kate.

Yeah, later, yeah?

Your husband's not staying?

Uh, he's working.

Okay. He's a cop?

Everything okay?

Yes.

Go ahead.

You want to come to dinner tomorrow night?

And your husband.

Kids.

Dog or cat if you have one.

I'll throw burgers on the barbecue.

Uh, tomorrow, um... Actually, we're going to a barbecue at Jason's brother's

house.

There'll be a bonfire.

You should come.

Bring Emma and... Lighter fluid.

Your wife.

Miss!

Miss!

Miss!

Miss!

Miss! Miss! Miss!

Miss! Miss! Miss! Miss! Miss! Miss!

Miss!

She called you what?

Bloody Mary.

No, she's just jealous, love.

She's just a bitch.

Well, that's as may be, but you can't just go around attacking people.

What's wrong?

What's her name, Mother Sean?

Look, a fella wants company. I call a number, that's all I know.

We have her flipping you 20 euro.

That makes you a pimp, maybe even a sex trafficker.

What? No.

I think herself... Mariamma, I think her name was.

Do you face cute?

Can I go now?

No. But what about... But we've got to find your Mariamma first.

But what about me, ma 'am?

We let ourselves know that you're staying the night with us.

Yeah.

Not the Glencara, but we'll find you a knife, Kip.

What you're telling me is a man who's been presumed dead for nearly two

is now confirmed dead?

Murdered. It's an open case in Ireland, sir.

It's a bleeding cold case from a dark time.

No one cares.

Can you even murder a dead man?

Charlie Lynch and his accomplices... Kilday murdering drug dealer. I know the

case.

1999 was a lifetime ago.

Frankly, Lynch and his lot did London a favour.

I'd like to interview his brother.

See if they were in touch.

Are you out of your fucking mind?

There's an election on.

Unless maybe you think Rory Lynch had his brother murdered.

I got rid of my own Totha brother. Think what I could do for the people of

Luton. We still haven't found Margaret Gallagher.

This is the only known photograph taken some time before Alfred Vance was

killed. As far as we know, she's out there too.

Oh, she was chopped up and stuffed into a barrel 20 years ago.

Their victim, Alfred Vance, was my CI.

I put him in that situation. His death is on me.

If the press asks about it... Freddie Vance was a low -life drug dealer.

His death is on him.

Let it go, creature.

I'm not hungry.

Caitlin, you have to eat something.

We have to stop meeting like this.

Go and eat in front of the toilet.

Seriously, go before I change my mind.

Sorry, Ed.

Judging by your accent, I can guess you're a relative of Fred Parnes.

He'd be my younger brother.

So, did you know about your brother?

Until a month ago, I'd assumed you and your lot had done Charlie years ago,

you did Doyle. I had fuck all to do with this.

So who did then?

Don't know.

Don't fucking care.

Then why are you calling me? Your brother leads to my brother. Neither you

need a press to dig up the past.

My brother and I have lived different lives.

Explain that to the voters.

You didn't do this.

If you didn't know he was living as Philip Whelan, how do you know Charlie

killed? I have ears.

Your brother's dead.

My brother's dead.

Let's leave the past where it is.

It didn't take long.

The thing you're calling about Philip Whelan, I won't ask how you knew he was

your brother.

And I won't ask how a politician from Belfast found out before me.

I had no idea my brother was alive.

And you had no idea what he was doing in Ireland.

And a question, if you do know, keep it to yourself.

Ismay.

Squint Critchit from the London Police Force.

We met a couple of years ago when you did that piece on the Tower Bridge, that

means.

I'm working a cold case from the 1990s.

What if it involved Rory Lynch's brother?

I'm unable to comment.

But Rory Lynch might know.

Cheers.

I fucking doubt ma 'am. Especially if the boy descends or something.

Do you know you're a virgin?

I'm not.

Your lady of the palm don't count.

You should probably go.

Maggie. Oh, come on, babe.

Fuck you, Charlie.

Tired of taking all of the risk for none of the profit.

I'll talk to Freddie.

Yeah, right.

Open the door.

Let me come in.

Why am I the only one with balls in this relationship?

What's got you all riled up, mates?

We've got a good thing going.

Okay, look.

It's Saturday night.

Let me nip round to the chipper.

Always cheers you up.

How did it feel?

What's wrong, love?

What's it like?

Feeling a baby in you?

Oh, it's, um... Weird.

Wonderful.

Scary.

I don't want one.

I know people say you're a woman now when you get your period, but you're

little girl.

My little girl.

You're way too young to be worried about this stuff.

How old were you?

I was with your father, so...

Answer all your questions.

something out.

I forgot to.

Are you sleeping?

Well, our Kate got red -carded.

Rage and hormones and mean girls.

Not a good combo.

Jesus. So it started.

Mm. I handled it.

But you may have to have the talk with your son.

That talk?

Mm.

Thanks. Mm.

How old is Niall?

Derek.

Between what I've already told him and the internet, I'm sure he knows what I

think.

Well, he fancies a girl.

Unless you want to be a granddad soon, I suggest you have the talk.

Yes. It's late.

Well, not now, you idiot.

Besides, he's staying at Luke's.

Lots of he's not lying.

He didn't ask.

He texted me, and then he switched off his phone.

I'm not letting him treat me like that.

Unlike Bob.

Like a teenager.

He's made a complete dickhead of me again.

Well, you're not his mom, so... Maybe she'll go and never groan you then.

She still acts like a teenager.

They'll get on ground.

I didn't mean it to come out like that.

Derek's just being Derek.

Then there's Niall.

What about him? You know the breathing vest?

He wants the one he saw on the girl.

HSE won't cover it.

Maybe he doesn't need it.

Maybe it would help.

How much does it cost?

15 ,000 euro.

We could sell the car.

No.

I'll get her.

How?

Where? When?

Soon.

That's why I need to solve this case.

So you know Philip Whelan?

Hmm? Our dead fella.

Get this.

He wasn't Philip Whelan.

What do you mean?

Who was he?

It'll be in the news tomorrow.

His actual name was Lynch, and he's been missing in the UK for 20 years,

presumed dead.

What was he doing here?

What

happened

in Arkham?

Did you make an arrest?

Tomorrow. Touch wood.

Yeah, can't wait to see O 'Connor's face.

Never believed in me.

And then he'll have to make me detective inspector.

And with the salary increase, maybe we can get Niles a fancy vest.

Why don't you go on up to bed?

A red card, huh?

Mm.

Category three.

One game suspension.

Now, what did Arcade do?

She dragged her teammate around the pitch by her ponytail.

Teammate? Mm -hmm.

Red carded against her own teammate.

Fair play to her.

I shouldn't laugh.

But what that girl said to Arcade... You'd have done the same.

I'm going to shower today.

Ah, Jesus.

What?

Kevin's barbecue thing is tomorrow. I completely forgot.

I remembered.

You're dead.

Don't make me a head start.

But I'll hunt you.

Catch you.

And fill you open like a sow.

You can't hide from me!