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ROCK RIFF PLAYING

LAUGHTER,
CLAMOURING

EXCITED CHATTER

ROCK MUSIC OVER CHAT

DISTANT MUSIC THUMPING

How are you? You visiting, yeah?

Beautiful here, isn't it?

God's own country,

which means you must be an angel
on holidays.

Seriously?

Tell me, what's your name, angel?

Buy me a pint and I might tell you.

Yeah? Orla!

SHRIEKS OF LAUGHTER,
CHATTER

Gonna be a busy one.

Tell me about it.

So far, I've had nuns, unicorns
and vampires in the car.

Vampires?
You'd better keep the garlic handy!

ROCK MUSIC CONTINUES

MUSIC DISTORTING

MUSIC FADES

GULLS CRYING

# There's a ghost screaming
Over the river

# It's a sound
Only clear to the sinners

# So we know what to do, what to do

# Pay the Devil his due

# Pay the Devil his due. #

# All things bright and beautiful

# All creatures great and small

# All things wise and wonderful

# The Lord God made them all

# Each little flower that opens

# Each little bird that sings... #
PHONE PINGS

# He made their glowing colours

# He made their tiny wings

# All things bright and beautiful

# All creatures great and small

# All things wise and wonderful

# The Lord God made them all. #

Please be seated.

Uh-huh? Understood.

What time is high tide?

OK. I'm on my way.

ENGINE STARTS

PHONE CHIMES

What are you doing?

I have to go.

It's Sunday.

Who's C?
No-one.

Can I have your number?

No.

DC SHAKIR: Judging by
what she's wearing,

I'd say she was at a hen party
last night.

No doubt south of the border there
in Drumbay.

You know what that place is like
on weekends.

I don't.
Really?

Funnily enough, Constable, I don't
get invited to many hen parties.

No, sir. It's mental.

Stags, too.
It's big business for the town.

Any missing persons report?
Not according to Garda Siochana.

OK. The Garda have been informed?

Yes, sir.
They're sending someone over.

In fact, that might be her.

Done some walks of shame
in my time,

but this one's the muddiest.

Christ! Look at my shoes!

Detective?

DI Regan, Garda Siochana

DCI Boyd. This is Constable Shakir.

Pleased to meet you.
No, you're not.

Excuse me?

You don't want me here
any more than I want to be here.

Last time I was north
of the border,

Ireland won Eurovision,
you were still in Europe.

So let's just dispense
with the niceties

and get this over with ASAP, OK?

As you wish.

Detective Ormonde, our FMO.

She's been in the water
about five or six hours.

Several significant head injuries

that suggest she was hit by
a blunt object in a frenzied attack.

There are grip marks on the wrist,

indicating she attempted
to escape her attacker.

We reckon she entered the water
near Drumbay.

The current would have swept her
in this direction,

crossing the border, which runs
down the middle of the lough.

Drumbay, hen capital of Ireland.

Presumably, that's why I'm here.
Any ID?

No phone, bag, purse. Nothing.

Probably all out there somewhere.

Tell me, Detective Boyd.

On weekends, when you dress up as a
French maid, do you carry a handbag?

I don't do fancy dress.
You surprise me (!)

May I?

Er, ma'am.

When I went clubbing at her age...
Oh, happy days!

..I carried my ID
so I could buy alcohol.

Never took a bag.
Kept my card in my pants.

You wore pants?
You surprise me (!)

Touche.

Not pants, but close enough.

Sinead Connelly from Sligo.

She's one of ours.

OK, Sergeant, text me the address.

Apparently, she was staying
with friends

in a rental cottage outside Drumbay.

I'll go down there
and talk to them.

Seeing as we found her,
perhaps I should be there, too.

You want to come to Drumbay?

On our side of the border?
If I may.

Whatever. Try and keep up.

SIGHS

GUNSHOTS ECHO

SCREAMS

RADIO STATIC

PIANO WALTZ,
BREATHES HEAVILY

BIRDSONG,
SHEEP BLEATING

I'll do the talking, OK?

Down here,
you're outside your jurisdiction.

Fair enough.
KNOCK ON DOOR

Detective Regan, Garda Siochana.

This is Detective Boyd from the
Police Service of Northern Ireland.

Are you with Sinead Connelly?
Yeah, but she's not awake yet.

None of them are.
Why, are they in trouble?

Can we?

So you spent the evening
together in town drinking

and then came back in a taxi
about what time?

2:00, 2:30.

Then what?

Er... A nightcap.

SHRIEKS,
LAUGHTER

To our hen.

And cock!

WHOOPS,
LAUGHTER

And then we went to bed,
except Sinead.

She went for a smoke.
REGAN: Alone?

Yeah. She's the only one who smokes.

Her husband, Sean, has been
trying to get her to quit.

They're trying for a baby.

Were.

Does he know?

Yeah. That's how we learnt
she was staying here.

He's on his way
to formally identify the body.

Excuse me.

They were real close.

When Sinead went out for a smoke,
was she still wearing heels?

Yeah, and a jacket.

Do you have a photo?

Did any of you do any drugs?
No.

We just drank.

This jacket.
Give me your mobile.

OK, girls, I'll need you
to make formal statements,

so stay put till you hear from me.

I'll speak to Joe.
Joe?

Joe Dooley, he's the owner.

He just lives in the farmhouse
across the way.

Where's Sinead's bedroom?

Up the stairs,
first door on the right.

Sorry for your loss.

Liars!

I told you not to speak.

Actually, what you said was,
"I'll do the talking."

I never agreed not to speak.

What are you doing?

I'm trying to get a broader
understanding of our victim.

OK, stop, listen up.

You're in
the Republic of Ireland now.

Down here, you're not a cop.

You're a nobody,
just another member of the public.

A very irritating
member of the public.

They're hiding something.
At least, Sinead was.

Don't make me arrest you.

Charlotte said Sinead
and her husband

were trying to start a family.

Clearly, Sinead didn't get the memo.

Gimme.

We'll take it from here.

I'll be in touch
about repatriating the body.

It has been a blast (!)

What do you mean
"repatriating the body"?

Sinead was an Irish citizen.

What happened to her
happened on this side of the border.

It was purely by chance
she ended up in the North.

I only agreed to let you tag along
to be nice.

You can do nice, can you?

Look, a body washes up on our shore,
we've a duty to investigate.

Starting with the postmortem.

Oh, no. No way. We're doing the PM.

How do you propose doing that
without a body?

DINGING

I never understood why you lot
only have DI and not DCI.

I mean, we're the same rank,
but I get to call myself Chief.

Where the hell is she?
It's Sunday.

That means she probably
wasn't expecting to be in.

So, Chief, were you at church?
Yes, why do you ask?

Like to know what I'm dealing with.
Were you?

Born-again atheist.
At least you're not a Catholic.

DI Regan.

Chief Superintendent James Casey
from the PSNI.

Detective.

And you must be DCI Boyd?
Yes, ma'am.

Good to see you, Philip.
How's the family?

Good, thank you, sir.

Forgive me, I was bogeying
the ninth hole when I got the call.

Much appreciated, James.
Right, let's go.

He's talking about golf.
Thanks!

The victim lived in Sligo
and is an Irish citizen.

Her husband, Sean, is on his way
to identify the body.

Which is in Galgorm Hospital
mortuary, awaiting a PM.

Which, in my view...

Yes, Regan,
we all know what your views are.

So, here's the deal.

Given the new world we live in,

Belfast and Dublin
want this investigation

to showcase positive cross-border
cooperation between our two forces.

Which, as we know, hasn't always
been as good as it could be.

That's an understatement.

What do you mean by "new world"?

Post-Brexit.

We want to demonstrate
that it will not impact negatively

on crime detection
or clear-up rates.

However, given, shall we say,
"political sensitivities",

we want to keep
this arrangement informal.

Oh, so you mean "secret".

Need to know.
How will this even work?

Who's senior investigating officer?

You both are.
Both? Both?

Here in the South,
it will be you, Regan.

In the North, Detective Boyd.

Any other logistical details,
you can iron out between you.

OK, so, I'll inform Sean that our
investigation into his wife's death

is a showcase exercise
to show what good neighbours we are.

See what I mean?

Regan, you will work closely
with Detective Boyd on this case

or so help me, I will showcase
your arse straight back to Dublin.

Understand?

Yes, boss.

Your man can shove that idea
up his ninth hole!

What did you do in Dublin
that got you banished to the border?

I'm guessing disciplinary.

You annoyed someone
you shouldn't have,

and they posted you here
to get rid of you.

You've annoyed me plenty
and we've only just met.

Listen, if I thought
there was a future

in us working together,
I'd tell you,

but there's not, so I won't.

I'll do the talking.
You're out of your jurisdiction.

BOYD CLEARS HIS THROAT

Tell us about Sinead.
What was she like?

Kind.

Loving, erm...

Always trying to help others.

Yeah, a bit of a party animal.

Did she drink a lot?
No more than average.

What about drugs?

No.

Marriage OK?

Excuse me?
Any marriage problems?

Simple question.

No. I...

..loved her and she loved me.

May I continue asking the questions
in my jurisdiction?

Go ahead.
Thank you.

Where were you on Saturday night?

Sorry. I have to ask.

Erm... at a party
with friends in Sligo.

We'll need their details.

Did you know your wife
was on the pill?

What?

I'll take that as a no.

You shouldn't be
smoking that in here.

MIMICS: You shouldn't be
smoking that in here.

Are you always so confrontational?

If you don't like it, Chief,
you know what you can do.

This is the border,

we do things differently
in this part of the world.

I know, when I got here I turned
my watch back three centuries.

Listen, Regan, I don't like this
any more than you do, OK?

But the sooner we cooperate,

the sooner we can go
our separate ways. OK?

OK.

ORMONDE: I finished my report,
but there's just a few things.

There was no sea water
in her lungs,

so she was dead
before she entered the water.

The wounds in her head
have fragments of stone,

suggesting the attacker used a rock
as an impromptu weapon.

She was staying close
to a stony beach.

Could be
where she entered the water.

Sexual assault?

No evidence to suggest it.

We'll have
the toxicology report tomorrow.

One other observation.

She wore a wedding ring.

See the tan line on her finger?

But it's missing.

Maybe it came off
when she was in the water?

It's a tight fit, so more likely
someone pulled it off.

ROSIE: Do we really need
to do that any more?

Old habits.

Do you have to go down there?

Can't they send somebody else?

I'm the best person
from our side to do it.

Besides, it could open
some doors for me.

SCOFFS
Or a can of worms!

It'll be fine.

ROCK MUSIC POUNDING

MUSIC CONTINUES

MUSIC STOPS,
PHONE RINGING

FITZ: 'This had better be important.
I was masturbating.'

I can wait. Shouldn't take long.

'What do you want?'

Intel.

Details of Sinead
and her friends' movements

on the night is in your inboxes.

Study it carefully.
Detective Garda Brady,

I want you to lead the CCTV trawl,
inside and out.

Bars, street cams, dash cams,
anything.

There were a lot of people
in Drumbay that night.

Stags, hens, all kinds of creatures.

I want the girls' movements tracked
from the time they arrived in town

to when they got in the taxi
to return to the cottage.

Yes, ma'am.
While we wait for toxicology,

we'll crack on with
the search of the beach

around low tide, which is when...?
1509, boss.

OK, I want a team there from
two hours before to two hours after.

Any questions? Sergeant Maguire.

We all just want to know how it's
gonna work with your man over here.

Does he give orders, take orders?

Does he have power of arrest,
use a firearm?

No offence, boss, but what the fuck
is he even doing here?

Enough! DCI Boyd and I will be
working together on this case,

though I will remain the SIO.

So, as long
as you all remember that,

there won't be any problem.

There's one good thing
about you being here.

What's that? They hate you
more than they hate me.

We'll take mine.

Some people in these parts don't
take kindly to UK licence plates.

Don't drive too fast, will you?

I'm not a great passenger.
OK.

POUNDING ROCK

ENGINE REVVING

MUFFLED MUSIC
APPROACHING

Joe Dooley?

Yeah?

Detective Inspector Regan,
An Garda Siochana.

This is Detective Boyd of the PSNI.

PSNI? What are you doing here?

Funny you should ask that.

A body washed up in the North.

Of course.

I spoke to the girls yesterday.

I told them they could stay
as long as they need.

I had a booking for next week,

but they cancelled
when they saw the news.

Where were you Saturday night?

Here with me ma, watching telly.

All night?

All night.
Is she here?

Out walking the dog.

I can call her.

Did you see any vehicles round here
on Saturday night

you didn't recognise?

Car, motorcycle, bike, anything?

It's very quiet here.

The road is a dead end.

Did you hear the girls
come back in a taxi?

Is he allowed to ask me questions?
Why? Got something to hide?

I was asleep in bed.

You say it's quiet here, yet you
didn't hear a bunch of drunk girls

spill out of a taxi
at 2:30 in the morning?

Will I need a solicitor?
I don't know.

Do you?

I went to bed at midnight
and I woke up the next morning.

That's it.

I warned you.

Stay out of it, Ma.

What is a good-looking lad like Joe

doing at home on a Saturday night
watching TV with his ma,

when he lives near a town full
of drunk, hormonally-charged women?

Maybe he likes
to keep his mother company.

Family ties are important
in this part of the world.

Yeah, we all know how close
family get round these parts!

Maybe he's gay.
Joe is not gay.

How do you know?
Do you know many gay people?

Or is that a silly question to ask
a God-fearing Ulster Protestant?

I don't fear God.

Do you know I'm gay?

I rest my case.

This is the way Sinead
would have walked from the cottage.

A million possible murder weapons.

Shouldn't be hard to find.

VOICES APPROACHING

So, Mr Doyle,
you picked up the girls in Drumbay

and brought them back
to the cottage.

Talk us through what happened.

They walked over to me
from The Castle bar at about 2am.

I say "walked". Stumbled, more like.

Except for the cute wee skinny girl.

She seemed more sober.

Full of craic, she was.

Do you remember this girl?
Aye.

She sat up front with me
but never said a word.

More interested in her phone.

Did you pass anyone
on the way back to the cottage?

In a car, or on a bike
or just walking? No.

That road is single track.
I'd remember if I saw anyone.

What happened
after you dropped them off?

I drove home. That was my last fare.

Can anyone vouch for that?
Not really.

My wife was fast asleep
by the time I got back.

Tell you what, though.

This has been on the cards
for a while.

What has?

Drunk stags and hens
in a wee Irish town?

I mean, a girl dresses like that,
she's asking for trouble, no?

Are you for real?
Regan...

Women should wear what the fuck they
like without fear of being murdered.

You can't talk to me like that.

I'm gonna report you.
You heard what she said to me?

You're registered to carry
four passengers, Mr Doyle.

Saturday night, you carried five.
You understand?

Don't ever do that again.

What?
I don't need your protection.

AISLING: Sean, I can't get
my head around it.

Hi.

Hey.

I'm so sorry.
Sean!

Sean.

I'm so sorry.

I can't believe it.

Yeah, I know, I know.
It's just...

OK, where's Niamh?
She went out for a run.

She'll be back any minute.
OK, I can't stop.

There's still lots of things
to sort, you know.

Thanks.
We looked everywhere for her ring.

Sorry.

If Doyle saw no-one on the road,

the killer must have gone out there
after he left.

Or was already out there
hiding somewhere.

Ma'am, toxicology's back.

Sinead's blood alcohol was moderate,

and she tested negative
for all the usual.

Ecstasy, cannabis, coke.
So much for party animal.

But she did test positive
for fentanyl.

Was she on it for medication?
No, I checked.

So her drink was spiked
in the club?

Her friends would have noticed
the change in her behaviour.

And Doyle said she was texting
on her phone in the taxi.

She couldn't have done that
if she was full of fentanyl.

Then her drink must have been spiked
after she got back to the cottage.

Holly said they had a nightcap.

Tomorrow, we get those hens
out of their henhouse.

Let's go.

'Detectives investigating
the death of Sinead Connelly

'are appealing for witnesses
in Drumbay

'on Saturday night to come forward.'

'I'm aware that this is a deeply
sensitive time for the family.

'But I'm asking anyone
with any information

'or phone footage
which may be of help

'to contact us in confidence.

'Thank you.'
'Mary Farrell, Border News.

'Is this a murder inquiry?'
'We are treating it as murder, yes.

'Is it true she was wearing
a French maid's costume?'

Arsehole!
DOORBELL RINGS

'One more, please...'

How did you find me?

Welcome to small-town Ireland.

Drink?
Don't ever show up here again.

Chill your beans, babe.

And while we're at it,

if anyone comes into the bar
looking for me, you don't know me.

What is wrong with you?
It was fun, end of.

You're seeing her again, aren't you?
Yeah.

Just as well you didn't get it
removed, then, isn't it?

ON VIDEO: 'Oh, my God, Caitlin!
Oh, that tastes disgusting.'

CAITLIN: 'Disgusting!'
REGAN LAUGHING

'I told you to follow the recipe...'

Did you drink a lot?

It was a hen party.
What do you think?

Drugs?
You won't get in trouble.

Just tell the detective the truth.

We took some E.
Where did you get it?

Sinead.
Where did she get it?

I don't know.

MUSIC BLARING
Ssh!

Ready, hens? Down in one.

HOLLY: Taxi's here in five, guys.

What are you guys doing?

The postmortem showed no trace
of ecstasy in her blood.

AISLING: But she took one,
I saw her.

She did, however, consume fentanyl.
What's that?

A strong prescription painkiller,
often associated with date rape.

What?

Enough to make her very drowsy,
disoriented and hallucinate.

But she seemed fine all evening.

You didn't see anyone
spike her drink?

No!

What about when you got home?
You all had a nightcap.

Why would any of us spike
Sinead's drink?

That's what we want to know.
That's why you're here.

Maybe you did it for a laugh.

We all know what happens
at hen parties, right?

I never saw anyone
spike Sinead's drink.

Not at the club
or at the cottage or anywhere.

Who poured the nightcap?

EXCITED CHATTER

Hey! I'm gonna do a speech!

To our hen.
Our hen!

And cock!
SHRIEKS

Yeah, I poured her drink, but I
didn't spike it, that's ridiculous!

So how do you explain the fentanyl
in her blood?

I can't. I also can't explain
why she was on the pill, either.

Ask Niamh. Best friends!

I mean, it was she who went outside
looking for Sinead

after the rest of us went to bed.

That's not what you said before.

Well, I forgot.

When I was cleaning up
the next morning,

I found muddy footprints
on the carpet.

They weren't there
when I went to bed.

Do you mind?

We were like sisters.

We did everything together.

I was her maid of honour
when she married Sean.

When everyone went to bed
on Saturday night,

did you leave the cottage?

No.

You sure about that?
Let me guess.

Holly said that I did.
Is she lying?

She was always jealous
of my relationship with Sinead.

Answer the question.
No.

I didn't leave the cottage.

Why did Sinead pretend
to take ecstasy?

I dunno.
She must have had her reasons.

Why did she take
the contraceptive pill?

I didn't know that she was on it.

I thought you were like sisters.
KNOCK ON DOOR

Ma'am.

We finally got the CCTV
from the bar.

This might be something.

Were you sick in the bar?

You know,
after all the drink and drugs?

No.

Constipated?
Excuse me?

How do I put this delicately?

Did you need a shite
but couldn't go?

Sorry, what is this about?
Yeah, I'd like to know, too.

According to the CCTV footage
in the bar,

you and Sinead entered the ladies'
at 23:18 and re-emerged at 23:50.

You see here?

I don't know about you,

but I only spend
more than five minutes in the toilet

if I'm constipated
or driving the porcelain bus,

so what were you two talking about
for 30 whole minutes?

If I tell you, do you promise
not to tell the others?

You're in no position...
Yes.

Fine.

Sinead and Sean
were having problems.

She wanted my advice.
What kind of problems?

She thought he was having an affair.
Was he?

Not that I'm aware of.

But that is why she was on the pill.

BOYD: Perhaps if you
didn't scare the witnesses so much

you'd get more out of them.

I don't scare witnesses.
You scared the girls and Joe.

And you nearly gave Doyle
a heart attack.

Nobody here has accused me
of scaring witnesses.

Maybe because you scare them here,
too.

Some people just can't handle
taking orders from a woman.

Anyway, I just thought you'd
appreciate some honest feedback.

Trust me, Chief,
I don't need you or your feedback.

Problem?
No, ma'am.

The press are here.

I thought, er...
I thought she was doing the media.

Yeah, she is.

Right, follow me.

Need a ride, love?

Go inside, I'll deal with him.

What did they say?
Who?

Don't.
They wanted statements.

And the pills?
I didn't tell them, I swear.

And how do I know you're not lying?

Because they'd be here by now,
wouldn't they?

I warned her,
and now I am warning you.

Stay quiet.

We're piecing together
the timeline from last weekend.

The girls told us you took them out
canoeing on Saturday afternoon.

That's right.
Guys, pick up the paddles, come on.

How did they seem to you?
Happy, up for a laugh, you know.

You'd be better speaking
to my husband, Ian.

It was him who took them out.

Ian, have you got a minute? Over.

'Sure! On my way. Left!'

LAUGHTER

Ian, Detectives Regan and Boyd.

You spent most
of last Saturday afternoon

on the lough with the girls,
am I right?

Yeah, it's a popular activity
with the hen parties.

They had great craic,
or so they said at the bar.

You went for a drink?
Mm-hm.

We both did, it's part of the deal -
free drink in the pub after.

To be honest,
it's more an opportunity

to sell them other packages,
you know?

After they've had a few.

What time did you leave the bar?
Early. Er... about half eight?

Didn't want to cramp their style.

Hm.

Are you free?

Aye! Hop in.

You all right?
I just need a bit more legroom.

What are you doing?!

I'm trying to help you.
Get off me! Get off!

Pervert!

GROANS

See you tomorrow, yeah...
ENGINE REVVING

Out of the car!
Don't shoot!

Now!

Out of the car!

Who are you?
Mary Farrell.

I'm a journalist covering
the Sinead Connelly case.

ID.

Why are you following me?

I wanted to talk to the officer in
charge of the Sinead Connelly case.

I was refused.
That's because she's not in charge.

Well, she is here,
but not up in the North.

It's a bit confusing.
What the fuck are you...?

I know a tail when I see one.
Can I talk to both of you?

BOTH: No.

All media has to go through
both chief superintendents.

That's not normal procedure.
Normal? This is the border!

They don't do normal! Forgive
my partner, she's from Dublin.

He's not my partner.
He doesn't belong.

He should go back
to where he does belong.

That's a bit rich coming from you.

You probably only got this job
cos of your father.

What did you say?

The son of a murdered RUC sergeant
now works for An Garda Siochana

fits nicely
with the "we're working together

"to fight crime" bollocks!

You wait, they'll be arranging
a photo shoot

with you and Patrick Gorman,

just to show
there's no hard feelings.

Like I said, I like to know
who I'm working with!

Can I go now?
Yeah, and don't follow me again!

Regan? Hey! Hey!

What do you know
about Patrick Gorman?

He killed your father
when you were a kid, or so they say.

So they say! There's no proof.
So, why'd he disappear?

In those days,
everyone was leaving Ireland.

Well, he's back now.
What?

He came back two years ago, runs
a furniture store in Castleblayney.

How do you know all this?
I know someone who knows.

PHONE RINGING

Regan.

OK, we're on our way.

We have new CCTV...
Where are you going?

Back to where I belong.
Fuck off!

All right, what have you got?

Street camera picked up this car,
registered to Cara Dooley.

Joe's mum?
Yes, but it wasn't her driving.

And these are some images
we received during our inquiries.

This is the CCTV
from The Castle bar.

Here's the girls arriving at 20:30.

And who walks in the door
20 minutes later? Joe Dooley.

So much for spending
all evening at home

with his mother watching TV!
All right, let's go!

Maybe we should do some kind of
memorial ceremony before we leave?

Yeah, that's a good idea.

I'll call the local priest.
I'll do it.

While he's at it,
he can hear your confession.

Shut up, Holly!

"Whoever conceals
his transgressions will not prosper.

"But he who confesses and
forsakes them will obtain mercy."

SLAMS CROCKERY

It stinks in here.
I'm going for a walk.

You can't. It'll be dark soon.

There's a killer out there.
Or in here.

Give it a rest!

For all we know,
you spiked Sinead's drink!

For all we know, you did.
OK, stop it, please.

Sinead would hate to see us
fighting like this.

PIANO PLAYING
CLASSICAL MELODY

GUNSHOTS

STOPS PLAYING

What made you change your mind?

I couldn't work with Regan.

She's a bloody nightmare.

TAPPING KEYBOARD

DISTANT SIRENS

Ma'am, we found this.

It looks like Sinead's jacket.

MUFFLED: You're making a mistake.
He didn't do it.

Joe!

TWIG BREAKS,
GASPS

You need to make this work.

It reflects badly on us if we're
the ones seen to be walking away.

When you started coming onto her,

she wasn't interested
so you spiked her drink.

You're a drug dealer, you carry
fentanyl when you're out hunting

in case your victims don't fall
for your rustic charm.

On the night of the murder, Joe
said the lough was still and silent.

"Like a mirror," he said.

You can't lay a finger on me.

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