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The body of a young girl was found this morning in the woods.

We have good reason to believe it's Katy.

You know what everyone's gonna ask about, don't you?

Is this something to do with the others?

Three kids go into those woods,

only one comes out alive.

You two, get across that Peter, Germaine, and Adam case.

Any detail, any connection.

I don't care how tiny or random it is.

Hound it down.

Peter? Jamie?

Our evil.

Ours. You, me and Jonathan, the three of us.

There's no escape. We can't escape.

Mr. Johnstone may be in prison,

but he has associates to do the work for him.

We can't do this. Not this one.

Say yes, Rob, because we absolutely cannot do this one.

-Adam! Adam! Where are they? Leave him alone!

My middle name's Robert.

I want to be Robert now.

Where's Peter?

Where's Jamie?

What did you do to them?

Where are they, Adam?

Where's Peter? -Stop!

-I don't know where they are. Tell us where they are.

Sir! The Paddy boy is shouting again.

-Robert, wake up.

Wake up. You were shouting.

Get a move on, charity boy.

"Dear Peter and Jamie,

"please come back.

"Please. If you come back,

"I can go home.

"I really want to go home."

Come on.

If you've got a stitch, then breathe through it

and let it go. Knees up, keep the pace.

Dear Peter and Jamie...

I'm sorry I wasn't fast enough...

I tried to keep up... I'm on my own here...

Please come back. Why didn't you wait for me?

I don't understand it in here. Next time, I'll keep up.

"Jonathan Devlin."

Hey. Hey!

The train now approaching platform 1

is the 8:45 to Malahide, calling at all stations.

The next station is Riverstown.

This train is for Malahide.

Do not put your feet on the seats.

I don't know how I'm gonna pay for a coffin.

I lost my job. Funerals are expensive.

I don't want a cheap coffin.

Are you ready, Mr. Devlin?

It's not working.

I'm so sorry about that, Mr. Devlin.

You'd think that they'd test it.

Don't they care enough to test it?

And this bloody music!

Mr. Devlin,

is this your daughter Katherine?

Yes.

Let me talk to him.

Is there anyone, anyone you can think of

who would want to do this to Katy?

Not to Katy, to me.

They'd wanna hurt me. Because of the campaign.

You mean with the motorway?

That motorway has got nothing to do

with jobs and infrastructure.

It's about buying up land.

And you'll never find out who's buying it.

I got phone calls,

threats.

What sort of threats?

"Watch your back. We'll break your legs."

I told him to send their best lads

because...

I would be ready.

-Him? -Same voice, every time.

A few weeks ago,

Katy picked the phone up.

I thought she was talking to Simone, her teacher.

But then she came in and she said, "It's for you,"

and off she went out to practice.

I took the phone, and he said,

this man, the same man, the same voice...

"That's a lovely little girl you got there, Jonathan.

"Talented, too.

"It'd be a shame if anything happened to her."

A few weeks?

You didn't report it?

I thought, "Now I'm really getting to them.

"They're getting desperate now."

I was pleased about it.

Happy.

God forgive me. I felt like a king.

Mr. Devlin,

I want you to know that we're gonna do everything

to find the person that did this to Katy,

to your family. We're gonna find them.

You wanna tell me what that was about?

I wanna show you something.

Whoo!

-Go higher. -Whoo!

Trying, I'm trying.

Come on, Adam.

-Whoo! Come on, Adam. Higher. Come on.

That was our swing.

Peter's dad,

Joe, put it up for us.

On the tenth anniversary of his son's disappearance,

he hanged himself from it.

After that, Peter's family moved away to Glasgow.

Jamie's mum, Alicia Rowan, still lives in the same house.

She's gonna need protecting.

We'll pass it on to whoever takes over from us.

We're not passing on this. We have to do it.

Rob, we agreed.

I wanted Jonathan Devlin

to look right into my face to see if he recognized me.

He doesn't. But then again, I didn't recognize him, either.

Not his face, not his name...

You know him?

Him and his mates.

We called them Hairball, Headbanger,

and the Other One, wannabe bikers

without a bike or money for petrol.

Jonathan Devlin's initial interview

taken two days after the disappearance.

Shit.

Oh, shit.

What do you reckon any detective working

Katy Devlin's murder is gonna do,

handed a lead like this?

Find Adam Reilly.

Find Adam Reilly and his family.

Initial interview... There's others?

There's boxes and boxes of evidence,

months' worth, years, so I'd have thought so,

somewhere in there they interview again,

because I would. I'd be pushing on his alibi.

Who worked it originally?

-Emmett and McCabe? -Emmett had a massive heart attack in '97.

Dead before he hit the ground.

McCabe died of pancreatic cancer in 2003.

Yeah, we just saw our futures.

I failed to disclose, Cassie. Of course I did.

I'd never have been able to work Murder if they knew who I was.

You failed to disclose. Of course you did, you're my friend.

But do you think anyone is gonna believe

you didn't know about me?

No.

I shouldn't have told you. I compromised you.

It's not like we planned this.

You know things about me no one else knows.

Not even Sam.

We stay on this.

We can control it, hide in plain sight.

-You could be recognized.

Who is gonna make the association

between skinny little Irish Adam and English Rob?

And my surname? Well, Christ, throw a stick and hit a Reilly.

There's two in Fraud.

You shouldn't be doing this.

-Why not? -Because it's about you.

I remember every inch of that estate

and every inch of these woods.

This round here is where it stops.

I don't remember.

From chasing my friends to being found, there's nothing.

It's 10 hours, approximately, and nothing. It's like running

into a fist. I've had psychiatrists

and therapists and hypnosis, for fuck's sake.

And nothing.

What happened to us and Katy's murder,

they're connected.

Who do you want to bring this in, Cass?

Someone else, or do you want it to be us?

Shane! Shane!

Keep up. I'm not your mammy waiting on you.

Move.

Sandra,

I wasn't expecting you.

You didn't say not to come.

I can go, if you want, I mean...

As long as I get me money, I can go.

Leave you in peace. -I'm done.

I had to let the ballet school know.

All the grants, you know, the boards of all the grants.

It's tragic.

The poor child.

I had to give the police the names and addresses

of everyone who works here. They'll want to talk to you.

Ask if there's been anyone hanging around,

looking at the girls. That's what they asked me.

Ms. Cameron?

How long are you gonna stay shut?

A week, at least.

You won't need to come in. You'll still be paid as usual.

Footage taken from the Devlins' neighbors.

Somebody kept stealing the saints and angels in their gardens,

so they put in basic CCTV.

Counting backwards from the discovery of her body,

this is 12:00 a.m.

She's not carrying a bag, so she wasn't running away.

Likelihood is, she was gonna meet someone,

then expecting to come home again.

Door-to-doors questioned about unfamiliar vehicles.

Any link between this and the three kids in '85,

-even a vague one? -There is.

Jonathan Devlin, Cathal Mills, and Shane Waters,

all 18 years old, were questioned about the disappearance.

Now, fair enough, all males aged 15 and over

were questioned, and Devlin, Mills, and Waters have an alibi.

They went into town to see a film, Porky's Revenge.

The cinema was rammed, none of the ushers were able

to identify them as being there.

But they are seen by a 14-year-old

Knocknaree girl also in the cinema

with her family to see Police Academy 2.

This 14-year-old girl goes to the foyer

to get popcorn and sees Devlin, Mills, and Waters

in the corridor.

She's the only witness who can say

they were there that night.

Her name is Margaret Byrne. Three years later,

Margaret Byrne gets married to Jonathan Devlin.

Shit.

Were they interviewed under caution?

I don't know yet, sir. I'm working my way through it all.

No, Quigley can do that.

As long as he's in the basement, I don't have to look at him.

-Quigley? -Well, you're not gonna

have the time unless you leave

Maddox to do all the heavy lifting

and Quigley is capable of reading transcripts.

God almighty, you have me defending the bollocks.

Who the feck are you?

-And why don't you knock? -O'Neill, sir, from General.

O'Neill was seconded to Revenue Customs

for six months last year, and we wanted him to work

on Devlin's allegations of land fraud.

Did we?

Well, that's very nice for you.

A leg up to Murder from the howling abyss of General.

Welcome to Operation Vestal. Do your job,

we'll get on fine. Dick about,

I will shred your testicles.

-Understood. -Vestal?

-As in vestal virgin? -Oh!

Is this a joke?

If she'd been raped, it would be called something different

because she wasn't a virgin.

Did some middle-aged man come up with this name, by any chance?

Listen, you, I've got to put me face in front of the camera

and deal with this "he rises" bullshit,

and I do not need lectures on feckin' patriarchy.

So good luck to you,

the feminist and the Englishman.

You poor bollocks.

Quigley!

Vestal, though. Jesus.

So, uh, thanks for this.

Gives me a break from arsonists and scrotes.

It was Rob's idea.

Appreciate it.

And I'm back on the team, motherfeckers.

You're gonna get all the boys in a few years, Jamie.

What do you reckon, Cathal?

Melissa, it's Cathal, just tell them

I've had to fly to Berlin for a meeting.

And there's some druggy asshole hassling people outside the office.

Road renderer's jacket with the orange plastic.

Get security to deal with him, but don't call

the fuckin' Gardai, okay?

I want him got rid of.

Text you when I've landed.

And he was late 30s?

Or early 40s. I'm not brilliant at telling people's ages.

And it's hard 'cause mainly I remember the tracksuit.

Blue, like a...

French blue.

French blue? That's specific.

Well, I had a Saturday job in the DIY store years back.

Mixing paint, that's how I know.

Very popular with the middle classes

for their hallways, French blue.

Hmm. And you're the only person on the dig who saw this man?

Well, I do the tours.

Show people around the finds, tell them what's goin' on.

And that's your job, giving people tours of the dig?

I like talkin' to people.

-Huh. -I don't mind answering the same questions.

The others get bored, but I don't.

Did you know Jonathan Devlin?

Of course, because of the campaign,

and he came to look around the dig.

He brought his family.

Well, his daughters.

-So you knew them, too? -Well, only by sight.

Didn't talk to them.

He's quite, um, protective.

You can't blame him. Load of students

and him with his daughters.

The one that's got the learning difficulties,

she got sick on herself and started crying.

And her sisters took her away.

Mr. Devlin stayed.

And this man, with his French blue tracksuit,

he was on one of the tours?

No, no, no, he was in the woods.

-Doing what? -Just looking.

At the dig.

I called him to say he could come join the tour if he wanted, and he

went away.

The other students and archeologists

were at a house party the night Katy was killed,

-but you weren't? -I was at home

with my mom. She's got MS.

I look after her.

She's got people goin' in during the day,

but she needs me there at night.

We'll get someone in here to work with you

on getting a better image.

Er, what about my mum?

She gets upset if I'm late.

I'll drive you home after, Damien. It's no bother.

-That's grand. -Yeah.

Hmm... I'll just go to the toilet.

I'm bursting from all the tea.

Is this helpful?

-It's a definite lead. -I'm glad.

Because you know when we saw her on the altar...

I'm glad I'm able to help.

This way, sir. It's Phelan, isn't it?

Yes, Detective. Phelan, yeah.

When you take him home,

go into the house and check what he says about his mum.

And be discreet. Say he's been a good citizen

and thanks very much, that sort of thing.

And talk to the staff at the ballet school.

No problem, Detective. Yeah, I'll report back.

He's got a man crush on you.

Well, someone needs to have a crush on me.

Belt up. You do just fine.

Hmm.

Ground floor.

-Hi. -Hey.

Ride back up with me?

Going up.

You looked so surprised when I said it was Rob's idea to get you in.

Oh, I never know quite how to take him.

Well, now you'll learn.

-I don't hang around with twats, you know.

He's one of them good ones.

Are you sure this isn't too close for you?

Me being in the investigation.

If I said it was, he wouldn't do it.

This is your chance to get into Murder.

Sam, I'm really happy you're doing it.

Really.

And I know you're not some arsehole

that goes around bragging about his girlfriend.

That's why I go out with you.

That's one hell of a compliment.

I'm not an arsehole. I wanna get that on the badge.

You know what code Katy had on her mobile?

It was her twin sister's name.

Jess.

J-E-5-5.

You don't think she gets it at all, you know.

Jessica.

She says the word "dead," but I don't think she gets it.

See you tomorrow. I'll think of some more compliments.

Can't bloody wait.

Doors closing.

Going down.

You know there's a Jacks up one flight of stairs, don't you?

I'm not that much of an animal

I'm gonna shit in the corner of the room.

It's for my fingers, so I don't get barbecue sauce on anything.

You know McCabe that got the cancer?

He worked on this till he was practically dead.

There's a whole box of papers, diaries, whatever,

all handwritten.

Must have asked his family to bring it in.

I don't think anyone's ever been through it.

You'll be careful with all of this?

There's a lot of lives here.

Reilly, before I fucked up, I was actually pretty good at this, you know.

Or do you think I bribed my way through my exams,

made detective by giving hand jobs?

Just let me know when you've got something.

No, I'll keep to myself, won't I?

Reilly, you said "Jacks."

Normally, you say "the loo."

We'll make an Irishman of you yet.

You can't be scared of the pain, Katy.

The pain is what makes it beautiful. And hold it.

And hold it.

...telephone number. It's free to call

and completely confidential.

If there's anything that people out there

want us to know, you don't have to give your name.

-You don't have to speak... -What about the graffiti, "He rises"?

You can't be sure that there isn't

some sinister or satanic aspect to this case?

See? Wanking themselves into a frenzy.

Satanic, me hole. All right.

So, talk to me.

Three lines of investigation,

Devlin's Move the Motorway campaign,

it was gaining a lot of traction,

causing problems for Mallon-Davis.

Is that enough to get Katy killed?

-Possibly. Tracksuit man...

French blue tracksuit man,

is he in the woods because this is the place

where he plans to leave Katy's body?

Or is he scoping out the dig because he's involved with Mallon-Davis?

We've shown Damien Donnelly images of known offenders

in the same age range and physical type.

He wasn't able to make a positive ID.

We're monitoring chat and conversation

-on child porn sites... -Jesus Christ.

But Katy wasn't groomed. She had no social media.

And Jonathan Devlin has a computer,

we checked it, nothing.

We checked Simone Cameron's. Nothing apart from a ballet school message board.

Katy had a mobile.

Simone Cameron got it for her so she and Katy could talk

when Katy went to England.

The mobile was kept in the dance school

-with Katy's passport.

Rosalind Devlin is 18, but doesn't have her own phone.

Jonathan has one, he uses that

and the landline for the campaign.

Daddy controls the communication.

You think family is the strongest line?

Family and friends,

which brings us all the way back again to Knocknaree '85.

Jonathan, Cathal, Shane, and Margaret.

Could be a coincidence.

Shitty luck, but...

Yeah.

It's a big but.

So it begins.

To murder gods,

may they reveal their fuckin' secrets.

Sandra Sculley?

So, uh, you knew Katy, then?

I wouldn't put it like that, but I've seen her practicing.

She was a polite little thing.

Please and thank you.

Not like some.

Had anything changed for her recently?

Did you notice anything different about her?

She was just practicing harder,

every hour for that school in England she got into.

Hmm.

It's a terrible, shocking thing.

Do you ever see anybody hanging around?

Perverts, you mean?

Kiddy-fiddlers spying on the girls?

No.

If there had been,

the girls' daddies would've ripped 'em to shreds.

Yeah.

Okay.

What about the rest of Katy's family then,

her parents, Margaret and Jonathan,

did you know them or...

-No? -Only to see, but otherwise, no.

Never spoken a word to her mummy or her daddy.

Can I just check the spelling of your surname, actually?

It's Sculley. Is that with an "E" or without?

S-C-U-L-L-E-Y.

Sandra Sculley with an "E."

With an "E," thank you for that.

Thank you for your time.

I'll just let myself out.

Do you know what I think about Damien Donnelly

and the man in the French blue tracksuit?

What bullshit. He likes talking to people,

-being important, center of attention. -Yep.

Bit of excitement after caring for his mammy all his life.

Poor guy.

Fuck him, he got snacks and a lift home.

-He had a lovely time.

Bet you 50, he changes his mind and never saw anyone in two weeks.

Three.

-All right.

What were they like?

Peter and Jamie.

They were great. Great kids. Funny.

Did you hang around with Jonathan and his mates back then?

It's a bit of an age difference.

No, sometimes they'd give us cider and cigarettes,

laugh when we coughed.

Hairball, Jonathan, had a girlfriend.

I can't remember her name, but she used to put makeup on Jamie

and treat her like a doll.

Mostly, we just spied on them.

Spied on them doing what?

Getting pissed, getting stoned, tryin' to get laid, the usual.

We thought it was hilarious.

And this is all in the woods?

It's all in the woods.

Did they have a problem with you three?

I don't know, Cass, not that I can remember.

I'm goin' home.

-You want a lift? -Other side of town for you.

I'll get a cab.

The girlfriend wasn't Margaret, was it?

When she was 14? Jonathan would've had

his cock and balls torn off by her family.

Maybe she kept it a secret.

Maybe he didn't care how old she was.

The old bird with the mobility scooter.

Mrs. Fitzgerald. She'll know.

We'll pop in on her then,

in the morning.

-Go home, Rob. -Yeah, I'm going.

What do you think?

I think I look gorgeous.

Hairball's girlfriend did it on me.

You look stupid.

What would you know?

Adam thinks I look gorgeous, don't you?

-Daddy. -Turn it down.

Turn it down.

Turn it down!

-Let me do it, Daddy. -Turn it fucking down!

Jesus Christ! What is wrong with you?

You stoned fuckin' lump.

Give me that fuckin'...

You! You!

-Fuck, did you hit me? -You! You!

-You! You, you! You!

...as flamboyant, if you like, as media are.

Yeah. Well, I generally find it is either, um...

You know, football, Man United and that type of thing...

I would like to have been a goalkeeper.

Genuinely? For...

For... For County Down.

Like not the foreign codes. Do you know what I mean?

Patrick, would you have loved

to have been a footballer or like a goalkeeper...

I wanna watch telly.

And I've done a lot of shows.

Some of them, a lot of them rubbish.

Some of them quite good. Some of them, you know...

You workin' on that poor girl?

Bet it's some filthy, sexual pervert.

Makes you ideal.

Set a thief to catch a thief.

Do you think I'm a pervert, Heather?

I think you're an arsehole.

I don't even like you.

Good.

I prefer it like that.

You fuckin' bastard, Frankie.

Got anything to eat?

You haven't got much in.

Do you know who I thought you were?

Someone sent by that plastic gangster Johnstone?

Yeah, I know.

Which begs the question.

Why did you sit with your back to the connecting door on the train?

Could've throttled you for that, Cassandra.

How do you eat this filth? It tastes like...

Tastes like grass and hairspray.

Feel free to put it back.

No, I'm getting used to it, actually.

What do you want?

It's, uh,

a friendly reminder

not to reactivate your old identity.

And a warning that reactivating your old identity

brings a storm of shit down on top of you

that not even I can protect you from.

Frank,

I haven't been Lexie since this happened.

-And I nearly died, remember? -Yeah, but... You didn't.

And being stabbed doesn't make you special.

Everyone's been stabbed. I mean, I nearly got gelded.

I have a hole in my thigh you can put your thumb in. Do you wanna see?

I've seen it.

And it wasn't that much of a treat.

Did you know I kept an alert on the name Alexandra Mangan?

No, of course, you didn't. But I did.

And Alexandra Mangan

applied for her birth certificate.

And you think that was me?

Why would I want Lexie's birth certificate?

Well, you can't get a passport without a birth cert.

And you can't get credit cards or borrow money without a passport.

Why would I do something so dumb?

Well, how did you buy this place? No one else can afford to buy.

Your partner rents a room in some cardboard piece of shit apartment block,

and your boyfriend rents in a part of town even I don't wanna live in.

And yet, you own this flat? You own it outright.

Blackrock, nice and posh.

My aunt died.

She left me her house, I sold it and bought this.

"Oh, Cass, that's tough. I'm sorry to hear it."

Yeah, Frank, you know, the only family member I had,

and she was good to me, brought me up,

so it's been pretty hard, but just got to keep going, eh?

Well, if it wasn't you, who was it, then?

How should I know?

It could've been anyone I had contact with

when I was pretending to be someone else. For you.

Of course, the other reason undercovers activate

old identities is, they wanna come back.

Well, I don't.

I'm happy where I am.

I didn't try and get Lexie's birth certificate,

and I'd like you to go now. I need to sleep.

Well, whatever you were planning,

whatever you were thinkin' of doing...

-Don't. - Christ sake.

No more Lexie, okay? You've been warned.

You'd do time for it, Cass.

And no undercover wants to go to prison.

Bad things happen there.

Boss.

I'm sorry for waking you up.

I'm glad you did, Rosalind.

How did you get here?

There's a night bus.

And how can I help you?

Are you sure you wouldn't like to talk to my partner?

She looks at my clothes.

There's nothing I can do about my clothes.

She doesn't have to keep looking at them.

This is going to sound strange,

but I have to ask, because I don't know.

No one's saying anything.

Was Katy...

-Did a man... -Had she been raped?

Um, no, no. No.

Why should that matter to me so much?

Why?

The worst thing that could've happened, has happened, but I...

I just couldn't stop thinking if she'd had to go through...

Do you promise?

You're not just saying that to make feel better?

-You promise? -I... I promise there was

absolutely no sign of any sexual assault.

I'm sorry.

I'm... I'm really sorry

-for making you promise. -Don't be sorry.

That's what we're here for.

I have to get home,

-before anyone wakes up. -The Garda can drive you.

Could she drop me in the next street?

I don't want anyone to know where I've been,

and then if someone is awake, I can just say I went for a walk.

She can drop you wherever you want.

Detective Reilly?

Will you promise me something else?

Hmm, if I can.

Katy was a person.

You'll always think of her as a person, won't you?

Not a body who had things done to her, but a person

with a life.

I promise.

Stay in touch, Rosalind.

I'll try.

You don't mind that I didn't call?

Of course not. I want Rosalind to talk to us.

If she trusts you, then great.

Visitors.

And I just made scones, too.

How do you think Margaret's doing?

Oh, have the big scone, young man,

and plenty of butter. You want feeding, you do.

Mrs. Devlin's doing as you'd expect, I'm afraid.

I remember when she was born.

You'd never looked at that child

and think she'd turn out the way she did

with her nerves and all the pills.

-She came from good people. -From the Byrnes.

Marrying into that family was certainly the making of young Jonathan.

-Because he was a wild one. -How do you mean "wild," Mrs. Fitzgerald?

Oh, keepin' bad company.

What sort of company? Friends?

Oh, the lads were fine. They were just being young men.

It was the girl he was with.

A wee whore, like her mammy before her.

Goin' around in a dress so short

you could see what she had for breakfast, lunch, and tea.

Time was, the Magdalenes would've taken

a one like Sandra Sculley

and straightened out her nonsense.

There's a lot to be said for the old ways.

Sandra Sculley, what happened to her?

I mean, if she was in love with Jonathan,

then it must've been awful when he married someone else?

Love had nothing to do with it.

She made the trip to England.

You know, got rid of it.

But, of course, her mammy and daddy would never let Margaret do something like that,

so up the aisle she went

with little Rosalind already there.

-Oh, you mean... -Oh, she had a good dress so nobody could see the bump.

Margaret's daddy gets Jonathan a job,

helps them out with a house,

and there's that beautiful baby Rosalind.

But Margaret gets the nerves,

and by the time the twins come along,

it's poor Rosalind doin' everything,

even as a child.

Taking on all the duties of the mother.

But there's no denying young Rosalind has no life of her own.

Doin' everything for that poor fetch, Jessica.

"Fetch"?

A twin who isn't a twin.

One comes from God,

the other comes from someplace else,

with a curse.

The fetch.

Help me, please.

Those scones were like bricks. What you gonna do with them?

I'll take them up to the roof,

fire them at the seagulls, and kill a few for fun.

-Psycho.

You got twitchy when she started going on about the fetch.

Yeah, because it's superstitious, time-wasting nonsense.

I was just putting these reports out for you, detectives.

Very thorough, I like it.

Uh, Mrs. Donnelly is very much bedridden.

Really sweet lady, it's so sad.

That's great, Phelan. Here, these are for you.

Yeah? Right, thanks.

Um, oh, and I've got all the Gardai statements,

from the ballet school teachers

and other parents whose daughters went to the school.

And the cleaner, Sandra Sculley.

If you need me, just text me. I've put my number on the report.

Thanks for the scones.

Sandra Sculley, Jonathan's old girlfriend,

works at the ballet school.

She's the one who put makeup on Jamie, right?

Yeah. Yeah, that was her.

Well, she lied.

Said she doesn't know Jonathan and Margaret.

Why would she lie?