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A man who was shot dead

shortly before eight this morning has been named.

Michael Agnew, a high-profile barrister,

was killed in his own home, in front of his wife.

LABOURED BREATHING

BREATHING INTENSIFIES

What's going on?

I was just on my way to see him.

No.

No way.

But how can he be dead?

Who exactly knows, Cushla?

Nobody. They'd fucking better not.

Now, pull yourself together and get back behind that bar.

I really think that I need to go home.

Are you joking me? Are you joking me?

You're gonna walk in there as if someone you barely knew died.

I can't do this. You can and you will. Come on.

You can and you will.

SHE SOBS

I love you.

Old Note by Lisa O'Neill

#The wind whistled you in

# Behind the springtime

# Float, old note, new among my mind

# You hold the note

# The note just moves the movement

# Let go of the note

# And so move everything. #

Is there something you wanna tell me, Cushla?

# I can't come to quantify the feeling

# I was walking home, half in the dreamin'

# The things that I was thinkin' I was singin'

# The wind whistled you in

# Behind the springin'

# A star ran rings around the star before me

# And spun and swooped and sank and rocked beneath me

# And mirrored what I'd carried since I met me

# And shot me back into the ground below me

# And there I met another note, long buried...#

SHE CRIES OUT IN PAIN

# And sat upon its shoulders was a memory

# A home, but see, above me's gone so noisy

# I almost think I do not recognise me. #

DOORBELL RINGS

Hey.

It was him, wasn't it?

They shot him.

Hey.

Easy. Hey.

There's nothing you can do about any of that now.

I just... I just...

I keep playing it over and over in my head.

I remember everything.

I remember the first time we looked at each other...

..and I poured him a whiskey.

Hey, hey, hey.

CUSHLA SOBS

You're so good to me, Gerry.

It ain't me, babe.

# Kiss all the pretty ones goodbye

# Give everyone a penny that cries... #

I tried to kiss you that night...

..because...

..I thought it was what I was meant to do.

The man at the lough.

I couldn't believe you saw me.

You know, I'd nearly done it a thousand times.

I hoped that the feelings would go away,

but they never did.

That night you saw me,

I'd finally found the courage to just go and meet someone.

Why didn't you just tell me?

Same reason you never told me.

Michael said,

"We must find the courage to choose freedom over fear."

And look where that got him.

Sorry, I...

We must be true to love...

..otherwise hate wins.

I don't wanna be lifted, Lavery,

or have the shite kicked out of me, or lose my job.

Ugh...

How about we be free, in a kingdom of two?

Sure, everyone thinks we're a couple anyway.

# My autumn's done come

# Yeah, done come. #

Miss Lavery. Come here.

Mammy.

Ach, you still don't look a bit well.

I'm OK. I'm just...

I'm sorry I couldn't collect him yesterday.

Mr Harkin got him. He's nice.

I have the kettle on.

Come on in and have a cuppa.

MUSIC BLARES FROM UPSTAIRS

Ugh! He turned up out of the blue with a bag of washing.

He's sitting upstairs with a bake on him, smoking fags.

I'm sorry I missed your last day, Davy.

I wish I could be in your class again next year, Miss.

I wish I could be your teacher again.

Are you all right?

I think I might call another time.

Anytime. Isn't that right, Davy?

I'll lock up after her.

DOOR CLOSES

CHILDREN PLAY IN DISTANCE

I was thinking...

..I have a few days off work.

Maybe we can meet up for a couple of drinks,

since you're not our kid's teacher anymore.

Um... I dunno. Maybe.

OK. I have your number.

TYRES SCREECH

Hold it right there, McGeown!

You're under arrest for the murder of Michael Agnew.

You do not have to say anything...

Tommy! Tommy! Get off of him, you fucking...!

Gerry, is this something to do with me?

Tommy heard me say Michael's name on the phone,

and now he's being lifted for his murder.

The RUC have to be seen to be doing something,

so they lifted a load of likely lads.

Tommy being lifted has nothing to do with you.

How can you be sure?

Who else knows? I need the truth, now.

I was teaching him and four of his friends Irish.

Are you joking?

I'm not.

Where?

One of their houses on the Malone Road. Fuck me!

Is that it? Anyone else?

I think Jimmy knows. Well, if that eejit knows...

Cushla, I'm warning you, no tears, not one fucking drop.

Are yous right? Yeah.

I hate being late for that lot.

The Provisional IRA has claimed responsibility for

the murder of prominent barrister Michael Agnew,

whose funeral takes place later today. There you go.

Bloody mortifying, so it is,

having to show up to a funeral knowing our lot did it.

Move in there, Fidel. Right.

PRIEST SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY

PRIEST'S VOICE ECHOES ...surpassing his love

for rugby and the arts was his love for his son, Dermot,

and his wife, Joanna.

He was, of course, loved by them... VOICE FADES

When I Move To The Sky by Chris Barber's Jazz Band

# I've travelled with Jesus

# For most of my life

# Yes, I've travelled over land

# And sea

# But I'm taking a last trip

# Up to Heaven on high

# That will be

# The last move for me. # CHURCH BELL TOLLS

Are you OK? Right. Will we pay our respects?

No. No.

No?

We have to get back to the pub. HE CLEARS THROAT

Actually, I'm just gonna talk to them.

I need to talk to them for one minute, OK?

Like fuck you do. Eamonn, let go.

Eamonn, let go. Calm down. I'm calm.

Just calm.

How do you know that journalist?

I'm sorry for your troubles.

What did you do?

Oh, for Christ's sake!

Watch you don't get it on that seat. Ah, Cushla.

Oh!

You got egg all over it! ENGINE TURNS OVER

I tell you what, you need a drink after that.

His poor missus was in rag order.

We used to help him with the crosswords, remember?

He'll be missed.

What was all that carry-on about between you and Victor McIntyre?

How the fuck do you know him?

He was at the Irish classes.

Christ! The night just keeps getting better!

Hello again, Miss Lavery.

Mr Gallagher.

I haven't seen you since that wedding.

Little Luke says hi.

Big lad now,

but he kept that wee egg he painted in your class for ages.

Why are you here?

Thought I'd offer my condolences.

Michael Agnew liked this pub.

But Michael always had poor taste.

Is Tommy McGeown one of yours?

The stink of Brits in here...

This whole place needs cleaning up.

Please...

..don't hurt my family.

SHE EXHALES

You all right?

Mummy, I have to tell you something.

Aye.

I think I need something stronger in my tea.

No. No.

I really need you not to be drunk.

Lord have mercy.

Michael Agnew?

I mean, I wouldn't blame you.

He was gorgeous.

SPOON CLINKS

You know, Gerry's a nice enough wee fella,

but he's no match for Michael.

Lovely hands.

Eat.

Nothing will happen today.

They'll want to keep us stewing.

I'll warn Eamonn tomorrow,

tell him what Martin Gallagher said.

Can I just go to bed, Mummy?

Aye.

MUFFLED TELEPHONE RINGS

MUFFLED FOOTSTEPS

Michael?

Cushla?

Cushla. Phone.

What?

It's that wee lad.

Gerry?

No, Davy.

GLASS SHATTERS ON PHONE:Miss, it's Davy.

CLAMOUR

GLASS SHATTERS

SHOUTING, SCREAMING

Davy! CAR HORNS HONK

Davy! Davy! Miss Lavery!

SIREN WAILS

Everyone in the car! Everyone in the car, now!

SIREN WAILS, GLASS SHATTERS

CLAMOUR DROWNS OUT SPEECH

Get in the car!

Murdering Fenian bastards!

Get in, Seamie, get in. Get in here.

Get the fuck out of here, you fucking...

CROWD ROARS, SCREAMS

SOUND FADES OUT

INAUDIBLE

MUFFLED BLOWS

INAUDIBLE

MUFFLED SMASHING

DISTANT CLAMOUR

GLASS SMASHES

The window broke.

The bottle smashed on the hearth.

The flames went all across the carpet.

They went up the side of the settee,

where Davy and Mandy were sitting.

HE COUGHS We had to tip Seamie's chair back

to haul him away.

And all the while, I could hear them cheering.

Can you believe they've charged Tommy with shooting that barrister?

That's why they burned you out?

It's not like they needed much of an excuse.

They've, erm...

They've charged him?

For the actual murder?

Aye.

Well, a quick win for the RUC looks good.

TEACUP CLINKS

It doesn't matter whether he did it or not.

Right.

Let's get everyone to bed.

Betty and Seamus, you can have Eamonn's room.

The kids can be in the spare room.

You must be exhausted.

Cushla, come on.

Let's get them upstairs.

SHE BREATHES DEEPLY

What is everybody gonna think...

..when they hear we've taken in that family?

What was I supposed to do, Mummy?

I didn't know Tommy had been charged.

Why would he want to kill him?

Michael was helping boys like Tommy.

GINA EXHALES, LIGHTER CLICKS

Did Tommy know about you and Michael?

Cushla. Maybe. I don't know.

Oh, dear God.

GINA EXHALES

Give Davy a hug from me when he wakes up,

and tell your mummy I was asking.

Look, I have to go get this ferry, but here,

follow me out as soon as possible.

VEHICLE APPROACHES

Tell me about your relationship with Michael Agnew.

He came into the bar sometimes.

You ever meet him outside the bar?

He asked me to join an Irish language conversation group,

so I went a few times.

To the home of James and Penelope Fielding?

Yeah.

Did you ever meet him elsewhere?

No.

Who took those?

Were you in a sexual relationship with Michael Agnew?

Why don't you show me a picture?

I presume you've got a really good one.

Jesus Christ.

Did you ever visit his family home?

Your car was seen outside the house

on the night of May 27th.

Michael Agnew was shot dead at his family home. Yeah.

And why didn't you stop him getting shot

if you were fucking following him all the time?

What was the nature of your relationship to Tommy McGeown?

I don't have a relationship with Tommy McGeown.

His wee brother Davy is a pupil of mine.

Did you give him your number?

Yeah, I...

He's written something here on the page opposite.

"I actually talked to her today,

"about books and real stuff.

"I couldn't stop looking at her."

He was looking at me, so what?

There's another one here,

an account of a phone call in March.

"She called me Michael.

"Who the fuck is this Michael?"

Michael phoned me in the evening sometimes

and I presumed it was him, but I didn't...

You spoke to Tommy after the murder.

You were seen conferring closely with him

by his arresting officers. You are twisting everything.

How did the McGeown family come to reside in your house?

Th-Their house was on fire!

It doesn't look great.

You don't seriously believe that I have anything to do with this.

You are the connection between the victim and his killer.

THUNDER RUMBLES

DISTORTED ECHOING SPEECH

You are the connection between the victim and his killer.

SHE GASPS

COUGHING FROM OTHER ROOM

THUNDER RUMBLES

CHILD COUGHING

HE COUGHS

Can you sip this for me?

What's up?

I can't sleep.

Any wonder?

Look, I'll stay here for a wee while.

That's what my mummy used to do for me.

Did Tommy ever mention that barrister?

Our Tommy would never kill anyone.

I know, Davy. I know.

But did he ever mention the name Michael?

I need you to think really, really hard for me.

Nothing?

THUNDER RUMBLES

Did he ever mention me?

Where are we gonna live?

All our stuff is there.

Are we gonna be able to get any of it back?

Something is gonna be sorted so soon.

Just you wait and see.

Enough chat.

..damage, but no-one has claimed responsibility.

The man charged with the murder of Michael Agnew

has been named as Thomas McGeown.

An eyewitness has come forward...

He's just a boy.

FRONT DOOR SLAMS

LOCK CLICKS

You need to get rid of them, now.

Listen... Do you want us to get burned out?

Eamonn, please. You've already been lifted by the peelers!

Eamonn, I didn't know Tommy had been charged.

I don't care if you didn't know, they have to leave now. Eamonn...

Eamonn, would you just listen to me?!

I just found the number for the housing executive.

They're not gonna be here long, just a couple of days.

They leave now, you stupid cunt!

We need them gone.

Just do what he says.

Eamonn doesn't need to know about Gallagher.

We'll go to the barracks,

get the soldiers barred.

CLOCK TICKS

They never found a house.

He's gone into foster care, so has Mandy.

Oh, Jesus.

I did that.

I asked Bradley to help them, and he reported them to the Social.

It is not your fault.

Come here.

Enough of this.

GINA CLICKS TONGUE

GINA SIGHS

It feels like it's all my fault. Mmm.

That peeler was right.

I'm the connection

between a victim and his killer.

If that sleekit wee bastard wanted to arrest you,

he would've done it already.

As Eamonn said,

they like to leave you rattled.

But I'm the reason Michael's dead.

I loved him, Mummy.

Oh, I know you did, pet.

I know you did.

But you can't take to your bed for the rest of your life.

You've got to carry what life throws at you.

How did you ever get out of bed when we lost Daddy?

Eamonn ran me a wee bath.

Can you believe it?

CUSHLA CHUCKLES

Shall we throw that cardigan in with you?

It's walking around by itself.

WATER POURS

GINA HUMS

Do you want a wee tea?

I'll bring it to you over there.

Cushla!

I was wondering how you were.

Thank you for dropping that rhubarb round, Sergeant Reid.

Well, I promised your daddy I'd keep an eye on you.

But I didn't want to intrude.

What would he make of me now?

I remember him saying to me,

"Our Cushla can be as bold as brass,

"but you can't be angry at her for long."

I heard that Special Branch bastard gave you a hard time.

Heard it irked him no end that you were just in love,

and not some IRA honey trap.

Look, I'm really sorry to ask...

..I just feel like I'm never going to rest

until I know the truth of it all.

Could you help me?

You're grand, Sergeant.

SHOUTING INSIDE

This way.

MUFFLED YELLING

GATE BUZZES

My God, Tommy.

Don't.

Did Gallagher put you up to this?

No.

Jesus Christ, Tommy!

He was... He was fighting the judges.

He was fighting the peelers.

He was risking his life for wee...boys like you.

I know that now.

SHE EXHALES

KEYS JINGLE

DOOR CLATTERS OPEN

BIRDSONG

FRONT DOOR OPENS

FRONT DOOR SHUTS

Did you see Tommy?

It had nothing to do with me.

Oh.

He didn't know, so...

..just the sort of shitty thing that happens here all the time.

Aye, there's no shortage of them.

Oh, sorry.

Come here.

GINA CLICKS TONGUE Oh.

TELEPHONE RINGS

Ignore it.

It's probably Eamonn reporting on Marian's constipation.

BOTH CHUCKLE

Let me give you a hand with these.

Here.

Daddy loved the bluebells.

TELEPHONE RINGS

TELEPHONE RINGS, ECHOES

SHE EXHALES SHAKILY

MUFFLED SIRENS WAIL

SOUNDS MELD INTO CACOPHONY

PANICKED SPEECH

You need to get back, you need to get back. Go. Go!

SIRENS WAIL

Eamonn, what's going on? TELEPHONE RINGS

Let's go. Get out of the way. Move!

Is everyone out?!

I told yous not to come! Jesus, Eamonn!

Come on.

SIRENS WAIL Get out of the way!

TELEPHONE RINGS, SIRENS WAIL

EXPLOSION DROWNS OUT SIRENS

DEBRIS CLATTERS

DEBRIS CREAKS

Get out of there. Clear off.

WATER TRICKLES

I am so sorry.

This is all my fault.

Not really, it's this fucked-up place.

SHE SIGHS

Where else does being kind get you bombed?

What?

At least Fidel gave us enough warning time to get out.

Fidel?

Aye.

Jimmy told me earlier, it was that lot.

So, not IRA?

No.

I wouldn't be standing here if it was.

No deaths is a gift, right?

For taking in the McGeowns? Fuck.

Sorry I called you a cunt.

And anyway, you probably done us a favour.

At least now there's insurance money.

BOTH LAUGH

Have you a plan?

Put the place on the market, move the fuck away from here.

Down south maybe.

You and Mummy could come with us.

I'll be outside.

Any chance of a drink?

LIGHTER CLICKS SHUT

They questioned me.

Special Branch was following him.

They were leaning on him to drop the police brutality case.

With all that going on,

he probably could've done without me.

I thought that at first.

But he was happy,

the last few months.

You made him happy.

I loved him.

But I couldn't tell him.

I don't know why the fuck I'm telling you.

I'd say he had a fair idea.

SHE CHUCKLES

SHE GASPS

Davy?

Wee Davy McGeown, all grown up.

SHE CHUCKLES

Miss Lavery.

I haven't been Miss Lavery for a long while.

Where did you end up?

All over.

Had a rocky few years,

but making a proper go of things now.

I work with foster kids,

and I've a grown kid of my own who's talking to me again.

# Yesterday... #

Something On Your Mind by Karen Dalton

# Any way you made it was just fine

# So you turn your days into night-time

# Didn't you know

# You can't make it without ever even trying?

# And something's on your mind

# Let these times show you that you're breaking up the lines

# Leaving all your dreams too far behind

# Didn't you see

# You can't make it without ever even trying?

# And something's on your mind

# Maybe another day, you'll want to feel another way

# You can't stop crying

# You haven't got a thing to say

# You feel you want to run away

# There's no use trying anyway. #