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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?