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Detectives continue
to investigate the case

of two migrant stowaways,
one of whom died

whilst being smuggled
across the border in a fuel tanker.

Can you move closer?
Yes, Sir.

There's our driver.

REGAN: He's burnt to a crisp.

I'm sorry to inform you
your husband, Fred,

was found dead this morning.

Oh, my God!
What's going on?

It's your dad, love.

The tanker arrived,
and he tell us to get inside.

We say it's too dangerous,
there is fuel inside.

'Murphy picks us up in his van.'

What make of van? Colour?
White.

What can you remember of it?

Football boots on the mirror,
and he had a knife.

It's warm in here.
Oh, he'll have left the heating on.

He was always doing that at home.
It drove Mum mad.

REGAN: You are?
David Duggan.

This is about those migrants?

They shouldn't have been
inside the tanker.

These people need to be stopped

from coming into Ireland
in the first place.

Fred was due to make
nine deliveries that day,

and one here up in the North at PPL,
which is a horticultural processor.

Nicola Patterson's husband
runs this business.

We're investigating the death
of the delivery driver Fred Murray

and the refugee found
inside his vehicle.

You say "refugee",
I say "illegal migrant".

We found this scratched
on the inside of the tanker.

It means "God forgive me".

BOYD ON PHONE: 'He's lying.'
There's a third man.

There was something nagging me,
now I know what.

Mum?
GLASS SMASHING

SCREAMING

Utility room, now!

TYRES SQUEAL

Philip? Philip! Help! Quick!

# 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. #

POLICE RADIO CHATTER

OFFICER: She's in here, Sir.

SAMIR: He was wearing a mask.
BOYD: Won't be a second.

ELLIE: I was so scared.
ROSIE: Me too. You were so brave.

Anyone hurt?
No. Thank God.

This isn't on.

This is Minister Adam Mason.
This is Detective Regan.

Don't you have a Christian name?

I'm not Christian.
A first name, then?

You don't know me well enough

to call me anything other
than "Detective Regan".

Yeah. Sorry.

OK.

ROSIE: Where are you taking him?

He's just got
a few questions to answer.

I'm not happy about leaving you
here on your own.

We're not on our own!

That patrol car is gonna be
sitting there all night.

All the same.
No, no, don't you see?

This is what they want,
to intimidate us.

But we don't scare easily, now,
do we?

No.

So you go,
and you do what you have to do.

CAR DOOR SLAMS
And be gentle with him.

OK? He was great with the kids.
OK.

CAR DOOR OPENS,
SLAMS

Where were you the morning
that Fred was murdered?

What?

You said you'd be here first thing,

but you didn't get here
till gone midday.

I had stuff to do.
What stuff?

What's this about?

I gave you an alibi.

I lied to the police for you.

I had to go to the site
for a meeting with a client.

All right?

I didn't kill Fred,
as much as I would've liked to.

SHE SIGHS
OK.

I believe you.

Come here, you.

Everything's gonna be all right. OK?

SIGHS DEEPLY

BOYD:
Samir, I'm gonna be honest with you.

I took you into my house,
and you haven't told me the truth.

We know you lied to us

about a third person
being in the tanker with you.

If you're found guilty
of assisting a fugitive,

you could go to prison
and then be deported.

Forget about
getting asylum here again.

If, however, you cooperate,
the CPS have agreed

they will not pursue charges.

You may still be deported,

but that decision will rest
with immigration service.

If someone out there has a gun,
we need to know about it.

Tell us about Hasan.

SAMIR:
'We met in the detention centre.

'He saw me and Jamal
talking to Murphy.'

He asked if he could join us.

He was in the Afghan army,
so he could protect us.

What else do you know about him?

Um...

His wife and daughter
live in England.

They escaped Kabul two years ago,
but he was caught.

The Taliban tortured him.

SCRAPING
'It was Hasan that wrote our names.'

IN ARABIC:

THUDDING OVERHEAD

OK?
METAL CLATTERING

What did you do?

I did nothing.

Hasan... he did it.

Help is coming! Do you hear?

GRUNTING

HASAN GROANING

FRED GROANS

Hasan!
SPEAKS ARABIC

Stop!

If you shoot in here, we all die.

PANTING

Come back! Come back here!

You fucker, come back!

Everything else
I told you before is the truth.

I swear on God.

From what Samir says, Hasan
was ex-army, Fred was no match.

He took his gun,
shot him and made a run for it.

CASEY SIGHS
Let's get the dog unit out there,

see if we can pick up his trail.

There's a chance he could be hiding
in an abandoned farm or something.

Yes, Sir. Shall we make it public?

Not yet. We don't have enough
to start spooking the locals.

This is still only a hunch.

Besides, we don't have
any photo ID of Hasan to circulate.

Without that, every person of colour
in a 50-mile radius

is gonna get reported to us.
KNOCK ON DOOR

SHAKIR: Excuse me, Sir.
Constable?

Checking Fred Murray's phone record,

the last call he made on his
regular phone was the night before.

Who did he call?
Shane Gibbons.

That's Mandy Murray's
decorator boyfriend.

Oh, he does more than decorating.

I spoke with your colleague,
Garda Detective Brady.

Apparently, Shane was questioned
about that armed robbery

near Dundalk two years ago
but was released without charge.

There you are.

That proves this collaboration
between us is really working.

Don't you agree, Detective?

Let's not go there, Sir.

OK, well, I can certainly tell
Councillor Patterson when I see her.

She's asked for an urgent meeting.

I'd like to attend that meeting

as the representative
of An Garda Siochana.

Thank you for your offer, Detective,

but that might only serve
to throw fuel on the fire.

Aye, that's why she wants to go.

I spoke to Mandy. Shane's working
on a house in Clonamore.

I know the way.
Boyd.

Your family... are they OK?

Yeah.

Thanks for asking.
Good.

That way. Thanks, Neil.

DI Regan. DCI Boyd.

We're looking for Shane Gibbons.

Join the club.
He's not here?

Meant to be. Probably too busy
shagging one of his girlfriends.

There's more than one?
So the lads here reckon.

Look, I'd fire his arse,
but I don't like messing with him.

He knows people, you know?

He has a past.
MAN: Boss?

Give me a minute.
Yeah, we know.

Was he here last Saturday morning?

No.
You seem very sure.

He missed a meeting with the client,
didn't rock up till the afternoon.

But, er... speak of the devil!

TYRES SQUEAL

Suspect - male, age 25,
driving a black Renault van.

Licence number - one-two-Lima-oh,
one-two-nine-nine.

Driving north on the R81,
could be armed.

He's heading for the border.

Left.
Right.

We're in the North, so I'm SIO.
Turn left, that's an order.

Regan!

I know someone who suffers
from the same issues as you, Regan.

Maybe you two should talk.
Look up ahead. I told you!

I could report you
for insubordination.

You can't,
I'm not a police officer here.

Then I'll give you
a speeding ticket.

There, he's turning in. Go, turn!

All right, hold tight.

Sir!

Hands behind your back!
Get on the ground!

On the ground.
Hands behind your back, now.

Shane Gibbons, you're under arrest.

You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defence

if you fail to mention something
which you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say
can be given in evidence.

What issues?
What?

You said I had issues
like someone you know.

She's also uncooperative,

defiant and hostile,
especially to those in authority.

Difference is, she's my daughter,
and she's only 14.

Where were you on Saturday morning?

I was working
at Mandy's mother's house.

The whole morning?
Yes.

What were you doing
the evening before?

I was helping her mother move
some furniture so we could decorate.

What time was that?

From about seven till nine.
Mm.

We have CCTV of your van
on the Monaghan Road

at 8:19pm.

I must've got my times wrong.

That's the road
to Fred Murray's flat, isn't it?

Is it?

Fred called you two hours before.
Why?

He wanted my advice
on getting back with Mandy's mother.

What did you tell him?

I told him,
"Forget about it. She's moved on."

Did he tell you what he was gonna do
the next day? No.

You were questioned about the armed
robbery in Dundalk two years ago.

The same gun used to kill Fred
was also used in that attack.

Did you supply Fred
with that same gun?

No comment.

Fred was worried
things were gonna go wrong.

You were the only person he knew
could get hold of a weapon.

That's what you were doing
that evening, wasn't it?

Delivering a gun to Fred.
No comment.

Are you having an affair
with Bridget Murray?

May I remind you, Detective,
she has no jurisdiction here

and therefore cannot ask questions.

You're right. Apologies.

Are you having an affair
with Bridget Murray?

No comment.

Lucky guess?

No. The way those two
look at each other.

The amount of time they spend
together while Mandy was at work.

It all added up.
Hm.

And it gives Shane a motive
to kill Fred.

Payday for lover boy!

Aye.

GUNMAN: Shh.

GUNSHOTS

Can I help?

Sure.
BOYD CHUCKLES

I asked the kids,
but suddenly, they're busy. Here.

I'll make confession, Mr Boyd?

Of course. Call me Philip.

I have sinned.

Well, the Bible tells us

that whoever conceals their sins
will not prosper.

But he who confesses
and renounces them will find mercy.

I'm the murderer you're looking for.

Samir,
before you say anything else...

I killed Jamal.

I made him get inside the tanker.

He didn't want to go.

He was scared.

It's my fault he's dead.

Hey. Sit.
SAMIR SNIFFLES

It's not your fault, OK?

You did what you thought was right.

It's the people
who put you in the tanker

that you should blame.

And when we find them,
we're gonna punish them.

I promise you. OK?

Do you wanna come to church
with us on Sunday?

Say a prayer for Jamal?

SOFTLY: OK.

That's settled.

SAMIR SIGHS,
SNIFFLES

You know, I need to get
some more paint remover.

You wanna come to the shop?

Right, hop in.

You driving?

At home, we drive on the right.
SAMIR CHUCKLES

Aye? Well, the left here.

What is he doing?

He does this sometimes,
wanders off into his own world.

I've heard him talking to himself.

He's a Bible thumper,
they all do that.

Some of the other detectives
call him "The Preacher Man".

Is that so?

There's a scent trail
heading towards that tree,

and then it just stops.

Tell them to go
further into the field.

We need to determine
in which direction Hasan went.

I don't take orders from a Guard.

Guard or woman?

I've no problem taking orders
from women, even from your sort.

My sort? You mean those lesbians
you jerk off to online?

RINGTONE PLAYS

Aye, yeah. Hm!

BOYD: Don't bother sending
the dog into the field.

Why not?
Hasan left this way.

You see these tyre marks?
Just freshly made.

You can tell by the imprint
in the muck,

the vehicle was travelling
in that direction.

We don't get many tyre marks
in the muck in Dublin

so I'll take your word for it.

Meaning the vehicle was on
the wrong side of the road. Now...

Come on over here.

You see? On this barrel?

Paint?

Fresh paint. From a vehicle
also heading this way.

OK, so...?

So, instead of running away
on foot,

what if Hasan waits
for Murphy to show,

then uses the gun
to hijack his van to escape?

But Hasan is from Afghanistan,

so naturally, he drives
on the right-hand side of the road.

He doesn't realise his mistake
until an oncoming vehicle

forces him to swerve over here,
losing control momentarily,

and scrapes the paintwork
of the van right here.

OK, I could buy your theory
but for one issue.

That paint is not white.

Samir said Murphy's van is white.

It looks white to me.
It's silver.

Constable, what do you think?
It's white?

Mm...

Silvery white?

Really? Look, I doubt
any of this is relevant.

Take a sample down to the lab,
just in case. OK?

Yes, sir. I have a question, sir.

If Hasan was trying so hard
to get into the North,

why would he drive this way
back into the South?

Good question, Constable!

Thank you, Ma'am.

Quit ganging up on me, you two.
Both of you.

Sir!

We've found the route
on Fred's satnav

that isn't
in his delivery itinerary -

in the North,
about ten miles from here.

They won't find any migrants
in there.

Where you coming from, sir,
and where you going to?

Mind your own business!
Excuse me?

You've no right to demand that.
Actually, she does,

under the Justice and Security Act
of Northern Ireland.

Step out of the car, both of you.

Now.
OK, OK, OK.

Sorry, Sir.

She's with me. Unfortunately.

NICOLA PATTERSON:
What the hell?!

I mean, a brick through a window
is old school.

But what makes me really angry
is seeing my party's name

scrawled on a wall like graffiti.

It sends out the wrong message!

It was him that done that, not me.

I wanna talk to him.

Now, then,
how is my favourite team?

BOYD: This is the area
that was in Fred's satnav.

REGAN: No house name or number?

No, just this road.

It's nine miles long.
It could take all day.

And we don't know
what we're looking for.

TRADITIONAL
SYRIAN MUSIC PLAYING

Plus, I have to listen
to this noise.

That's traditional music from Syria.
Samir put me on to it.

Jesus! You'll be adopting him next.
BOYD LAUGHS

HE CLEARS THROAT

Stop the car!
Stop the car. Stop the car.

MUSIC STOPS

That's a lot of recycling
for one household. Yeah.

If you were living a long way
from home for months on end,

doing back-breaking work
for little or no money,

you might get homesick
for your favourite food.

SOFTLY: Yeah.

Smell that?

Someone's cooking.

Hello?

Hello? Police!

Police! Anyone here?

You can't use that.
I'm not going in without it.

GENTLE BUBBLING

DOOR CREAKING

Come out with your hands
where I can see them.

WOMAN GASPS
No, it's OK, OK.

It's OK. It's OK. Police.

Police, OK? It's OK.

Where are you taking her?

We've a special unit
for pregnant women.

She'll stay there
while her asylum application

goes through the process.

Thanks. OK.

SHAKIR: Sir.

I checked with the Land Registry.

This farm is owned by
Patterson Processing Limited,

the fruit company.
Let's go.

SIRENS BLARING

Quick, let's go.
Yes, sir.

They're on the way in.

Yes! They're outside my bloody door.

KEYBOARD CLACKING

Put the phone down.
Step away from the computer now!

What's all this about?
Look, I've done nothing wrong.

Bill Patterson, you're under arrest
for the suspected assisting

of unlawful immigration into the UK
under the Modern Slavery Act, 2015.

'You don't have to say anything,
but it may harm your defence

'if you don't mention something
which you later rely on in court.

'Anything you do say
can be used against...'

CALL ENDS

None of this would've happened

if you hadn't hired
that idiot driver.

It's not my fault
you can't find enough workers.

You voted for Brexit.

SENIOR OFFICER:
Right, then, how are we looking?

OK.

POLICE RADIO CHATTER

HE GROANS

Good to see you, Billy!

Talk to the gangmasters.

They find the workers, not me.

So, not you or your wife?

I told you, Nicola is not involved
in the business.

She just rents a space here.

So, while she's busy
with her politics,

you make full use of the migrants
for business and pleasure?

I don't know what you mean.

When we spoke to
the Filipino woman in the house,

the one who told us
she was pregnant with your child...

It's not mine. She swore to me.

MUTTERS: Shit!

OK, Billy Boy.
SHE SIGHS

Here's the deal.

We'll leave you to tell Nicola
the happy news about the wee babby,

if you tell us who's been
supplying you with illegal workers.

David Duggan.

Who'd have thought a well-educated
marketing man in a suit

would be a people trafficker?

You want me to bring him in?

No, let's get a positive ID from
Samir first, then we'll arrest him.

How did you know about Patterson
and the Filipino woman?

That was a lucky guess.

COOPER: Detective Boyd?

You can add sexual exploitation
to his charge sheet.

With pleasure.

By the way, I've found a place
for Samir in Belfast.

Take him off your hands.

Should be sorted
by the end of the week. Thanks.

In you go.

CAR DOORS CLOSE

You're not still working?

No.
HE SIGHS

I'm done. I'm done.
Another cuppa?

Sure, yeah.

When are they collecting him?

Sunday. After church.

The kids are gonna miss him.

Me too.
Yeah?

I was thinking...

..maybe he could stay longer?

How much longer?

As long it takes to have
his asylum application considered?

SHE SCOFFS
Sure that could take months,

years even.

SOFTLY: Yeah.

Are you serious?

Regan gave me the idea.

Well, then, she can take him in.

HE CHUCKLES
I doubt anyone could live with her.

And after the other night,

I'm not so sure
everyone would be so welcoming.

I know, but like you said...

sure we don't scare easily.

SAMIR AND CHILDREN
LAUGHING

ROSIE CHUCKLES

I think that's your answer.

ROSIE: Everything all right?

SAMIR: Mm-hm. Good.
Can you stop?

Thank you.
Stop!

Daniel!

I think he's nervous
about seeing that man again.

Could you not do it at the station,

behind glass or something?

He wants to do it this way.
At least it speeds things up.

DANIEL MIMICS
EXPLOSIONS

ELLIE HUFFS

When are you gonna tell him?

Let's save it till tonight.

Tell him as a family?
Yeah.

BOYD:
There he is. You recognise him?

Um...

Can we get closer?

Yeah.

Lost something?
Aye.

A knife.

Oh, no.

Is that the man with the white van?
Is that Murphy?

Are you sure?

What's wrong?
Shh.

Mr Duggan, good morning.

A few more questions for you,
if you wouldn't mind answering them.

Do you two think
that I have nothing better to do?

DUGGAN GROANS
What are you doing? Stop!

What are you doing?
Get it away! Samir! Samir, no!

Let me through, let me through!
Let me through!

HANDCUFFS CLICKING

I should have seen it coming.
We both should.

Samir!

You know what's gonna happen
to you now?

They'll deport you.

I don't understand.

I did it for Jamal.
An eye for an eye.

Just put him in.

"An eye for an eye."

That's a quote
from your favourite book, isn't it?

BOYD: Ah, nice house.
Duggan did well out of trafficking.

Yup.
Hm. One white van.

Bingo!

No sign of damage or retouching.

Told you it wasn't white paint.

Yeah.

That'll be the knife
Samir was talking about.

At least we found
my graffiti artist.

So, the good news is,
we've found our traffickers.

We've passed the file on

to the Border Management Unit
in the South, who will follow up.

However, we still have a missing
migrant who is possibly armed

and is our main suspect
in the murder of Fred Murray.

What's the latest on forensics?

Well, the spray cans
found in Duggan's garage

matches the paint used
to vandalise your home. OK.

However, the paint found
on the barrel at the crime scene

is not white, it's silver,

from a Hyundai car manufactured
some time between 2016 and 2022.

OK. Ring any bells, anyone?

WHISPERS: Shakir.
No? OK.

Search all Hyundai owners

in that timeframe
living in or around the border.

Yes, sir.
OK, so...

We have three main suspects
with a motive to murder Fred.

Hasan.

PANTING

HASAN CRIES OUT,
FRED GROANS

GRUNTING

Now, Hasan ambushes Fred.
Remember, Hasan is ex-army.

Does he then burn the body?

Suspect number two, Shane Gibbons.

Shane visited Fred the night before.

CCTV disproves his account
of his whereabouts.

He loaned Fred the gun,
so when Fred got in trouble,

the first person he phoned
was Shane.

HASAN CRIES OUT,
FRED GROANS

GRUNTING

Fred knew too much.

Shane burns his body,

drives away with Hasan in his van
and drops him somewhere.

And Duggan?

Same scenario, only he calls Duggan
instead of Shane.

What about the paint on the barrel?

Well, perhaps Regan is right -

it has nothing
to do with this investigation.

"Regan is right."

Can I get that in writing?

Mm-hm.
So, of our three suspects,

the migrant's on the run,
decorator's saying nothing,

and the fuel fella's in hospital
with stab wounds.

Meanwhile,
there's little or no forensics

to pin the murder
on any of one them.

That is correct.
We need better, Philip.

CASEY SCOFFS

DOOR CLOSES

Councillor Patterson's friends
have been busy again.

"Irish not welcome.

"UFP." At least
they didn't draw a penis.

We're missing something obvious.

On that, we can agree.

CONGREGATION SINGING:
'Abide With Me'

# Fast falls the eventide

# The darkness deepens. #

This past week has seen
terrible tragedy in our community.

And while our politicians argue
about what to do, people are dying.

MAN: They shouldn't be here
in the first place!

PEOPLE MURMURING
That's not the point.

WOMAN: No-one asked them to come!

When we do catch them,
we put them up in hotels.

Yes, but...
MURMURING CONTINUES

Oh, God, no.

For pity's sake,
show some compassion.

These people are desperate.

Some of them are fleeing war
and famine.

Remind you of anywhere?

You'd think we, of all people,
could relate to that.

MURMURING STOPS

That was so embarrassing!

Come on.
ROSIE SIGHS

Well, I'm proud of you.
OK.

Sorry, Adam.
Ah, don't be.

In fact, you've inspired me
for next week's Sunday sermon.

Is that so?

The parable of the good Samaritan.

You might need to borrow
Phil's flak jacket.

Adam, can you give Rosie
and the kids a lift home?

PHONE RINGING

I was asleep.

Do you remember the parable
of the good Samaritan?

What's this, fucking Sunday school?

So, a man is walking
from Jerusalem to Jericho

when he gets attacked by robbers
and left for dead.

Who is it?
Preacher Man.

Not you, too.
Cut to the chase, Boyd.

OK, so, two people walk straight
past him, ignoring his plight.

They don't care.

But then a good person
full of love and compassion walks by

and saves him.

'He's the good Samaritan.'
So?

'So we've been focusing all
of our attention on the bad people

'instead of the good people.'

And in our story,
there's only one good person.

TOOL WHIRRING

Fred was a fool,
but he wasn't evil.

When things went wrong that day,

he called the only medically trained
person he could trust to help.

REGAN: There. 10:15,
leaving halfway through her shift.

Gives her enough time
to reach the border.

I reckon there's medical gear
in that bag.

Shift to the staff car park.

Silver Hyundai! You were right.

Can I have that in writing?
She'll be at her mother's.

Let's go and arrest her.
Wait.

I reckon she's not there.
Well, where is she?

Remember when we brought her
to Fred's flat, she was texting?

'She wasn't texting work.'

She was warning someone
that we were on our way.

'That's why
the heating in the flat was on.'

Someone was staying in the flat,
someone who's been hiding from us.

HASAN GROANS

That's healing nicely.

Thank you.

INTERCOM BUZZING

Shit!

You need to go into the other room,
hide now.

Hi. Sorry, I was asleep
on the sofa there.

It's been a long shift.
Can we come in?

I'm really knackered.

Can we talk another time?
No.

Is there someone else here?
No.

We know you went to help your father
the day he was murdered.

We also believe
you're harbouring a suspect

wanted in connection with
that murder, and who may be armed.

We want to help you, Mandy.

So we can either do this
the cool and calm way,

or we can call up
the Armed Response Unit,

and believe me,
they don't do calm and cool.

Da called me at work.

NURSE: Mandy, it's your dad,
says he's been calling you.

Six calls from an unknown number.
Have you got a new phone, Dad?

FRED ON PHONE: 'I need help, love.
People are dying here.'

I got there just as Hasan escaped
from the tanker.

Da, what the fuck?
If he gets away, I'm a dead man!

Da, no!

He couldn't bring himself
to shoot someone,

so he fired in the air.

'But Dad reeked of petrol.'

MANDY SCREAMING

'The gunshot must have ignited it.'

Hasan came back,
and he... he tried to save Dad.

GUNSHOT

'But his gun went off accidentally.'

Your coat! Quick!

HASAN GRUNTING

HASAN CRIES OUT

'His arm just caught fire.'

HASAN GROANING

No!

SOBBING: No!

And then he saw a van coming, but...

MANDY SOBS
'But he was scared, and...'

We have to go.

The man is coming.
He will kill us both.

We have to go, please, I beg you!
Please!

MANDY SOBBING

ENGINE STARTS

We drove off. We nearly crashed.

CAR HORN HONKING

Hasan saved me.

I... I had to help him.

So I made him drive here,
and none of this is his fault.

He's done nothing wrong.
Please, arrest me, not him.

He's in there with the gun.

Please don't hurt him.
Hey, hey. Stay here.

Regan, my gun?
On this occasion, yes.

Hasan? We know you've a gun.

Leave it in there
and come out with your hands raised.

Hasan, I'm coming in.

Put the gun down!

Don't send me back there. Please.

Put the gun down, then we can talk.

I'd rather die than go back.

Take it easy. No-one's gonna die.
Just put the gun down.

Hasan, put the gun down!

Hasan, if we arrest you,
you'll be deported, OK?

But no-one knows we found you.
You don't exist.

Mandy's our witness, not you.
HASAN SNIFFLES

Cooper said she found a place
for Samir in Belfast.

They can bring him there instead.

What if you hit a checkpoint?

Who's gonna arrest
a good Samaritan like me?

I will,
if you put the gun down now.

OK.

BOYD EXHALES

Thank you. Thank you.
Good luck.

So, what happened to the Boyd
that always stuck to the rules?

He fell in with bad company.

ENGINE STARTS

BOYD: Hurling is strictly
an amateur sport.

REGAN:
Until someone decides it isn't.

CHEERING

Male, head smashed in,
blood everywhere. Murder weapon?

OFFICER:
Blunt instrument of some kind.

Great!
So the whole town's a suspect.

Don't argue, she's the bad cop.

She's not all bad.
I heard that.

WOMAN: You need to shut your mouth

when the police ask
about Conor Byrne.

Don't screw up, cos now you know
what happens if you do.

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