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A man who was shot dead

shortly before eight this morning has been named.

Michael Agnew, a high-profile barrister,

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

What's going on?

I was just on my way to see him.

No.

No way.

But how can he be dead?

Who exactly knows, Cushla?

- Nobody. - They'd fucking better not.

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

I really think that I need to go home.

Are you joking me? Are you joking me?

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

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

You can and you will.

I love you.

* Lisa O'Neill: Old Note

Is there something you wanna tell me, Cushla?

Hey.

It was him, wasn't it?

They shot him.

Hey.

Easy. Hey.

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

I just...

I keep playing it over and over in my head.

I remember everything.

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

and I poured him a whiskey.

Hey, hey, hey.

You're so good to me, Gerry.

It ain't me, babe.

I tried to kiss you that night...

because...

I thought it was what I was meant to do.

The man at the lough.

I couldn't believe you saw me.

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

I hoped that the feelings would go away,

but they never did.

That night you saw me,

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

Why didn't you just tell me?

Same reason you never told me.

Michael said,

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

And look where that got him.

Sorry, I...

We must be true to love...

otherwise hate wins.

I don't wanna be lifted, Lavery,

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

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

Sure, everyone thinks we're a couple anyway.

- Miss Lavery. - Come here.

Mammy.

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

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

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

Mr Harkin got him. He's nice.

I have the kettle on.

Come on in and have a cuppa.

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

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

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

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

I wish I could be your teacher again.

Are you all right?

I think I might call another time.

Anytime. Isn't that right, Davy?

I'll lock up after her.

I was thinking...

I have a few days off work.

Maybe we can meet up for a couple of drinks,

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

I dunno. Maybe.

OK. I have your number.

Hold it right there, McGeown!

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

You do not have to say anything...

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

Gerry, is this something to do with me?

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

and now he's being lifted for his murder.

The RUC have to be seen to be doing something,

so they lifted a load of likely lads.

Tommy being lifted has nothing to do with you.

How can you be sure?

Who else knows? I need the truth, now.

I was teaching him and four of his friends Irish.

Are you joking?

I'm not.

Where?

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

Is that it? Anyone else?

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

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

- Are yous right? - Yeah.

... shot dead in front...

I hate being late for that lot.

The Provisional IRA has claimed responsibility

for the murder of prominent barrister Michael Agnew,

- whose funeral takes place later today. - There you go.

Bloody mortifying, so it is,

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

- Move in there, Fidel. - Right.

surpassing his love

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

and his wife, Joanna.

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

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

- Are you OK? - Right.

Will we pay our respects?

- No. - No.

No?

We have to get back to the pub.

Actually, I'm just gonna talk to them.

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

- Like fuck you do. - Eamonn, let go.

- Eamonn, let go. - Calm down.

I'm calm.

Just calm.

How do you know that journalist?

I'm sorry for your troubles.

What did you do?

Oh, for Christ's sake!

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

You got egg all over it!

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

His poor missus was in rag order.

We used to help him with the crosswords, remember?

He'll be missed.

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

How the fuck do you know him?

He was at the Irish classes.

Christ! The night just keeps getting better!

Hello again, Miss Lavery.

Mr Gallagher.

I haven't seen you since that wedding.

Little Luke says hi.

Big lad now,

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

Why are you here?

Thought I'd offer my condolences.

Michael Agnew liked this pub.

But Michael always had poor taste.

Is Tommy McGeown one of yours?

The stink of Brits in here...

This whole place needs cleaning up.

Please...

don't hurt my family.

You all right?

Mummy, I have to tell you something.

Aye.

I think I need something stronger in my tea.

No. No.

I really need you not to be drunk.

Lord have mercy.

Michael Agnew?

I mean, I wouldn't blame you.

He was gorgeous.

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

but he's no match for Michael.

Lovely hands.

Eat.

Nothing will happen today.

They'll want to keep us stewing.

I'll warn Eamonn tomorrow,

tell him what Martin Gallagher said.

Can I just go to bed, Mummy?

Aye.

Michael?

Cushla?

Cushla. Phone.

What?

It's that wee lad.

Gerry?

No, Davy.

Miss, it's Davy.

Davy!

- Davy! Davy! - Miss Lavery!

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

Get in the car!

Murdering Fenian bastards!

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

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

The window broke.

The bottle smashed on the hearth.

The flames went all across the carpet.

They went up the side of the settee,

where Davy and Mandy were sitting.

We had to tip Seamie's chair back

to haul him away.

And all the while, I could hear them cheering.

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

That's why they burned you out?

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

They've, erm...

They've charged him?

For the actual murder?

Aye.

Well, a quick win for the RUC looks good.

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

Right.

Let's get everyone to bed.

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

The kids can be in the spare room.

You must be exhausted.

Cushla, come on.

Let's get them upstairs.

What is everybody gonna think...

when they hear we've taken in that family?

What was I supposed to do, Mummy?

I didn't know Tommy had been charged.

Why would he want to kill him?

Michael was helping boys like Tommy.

Did Tommy know about you and Michael?

- Cushla. - Maybe. I don't know.

Oh, dear God.

Give Davy a hug from me when he wakes up,

and tell your mummy I was asking.

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

follow me out as soon as possible.

Tell me about your relationship with Michael Agnew.

He came into the bar sometimes.

You ever meet him outside the bar?

He asked me to join an Irish language conversation group,

so I went a few times.

To the home of James and Penelope Fielding?

Yeah.

Did you ever meet him elsewhere?

No.

Who took those?

Were you in a sexual relationship with Michael Agnew?

Why don't you show me a picture?

I presume you've got a really good one.

Jesus Christ.

Did you ever visit his family home?

Your car was seen outside the house

on the night of May 27th.

Michael Agnew was shot dead at his family home.

Yeah.

And why didn't you stop him getting shot

if you were fucking following him all the time?

What was the nature of your relationship to Tommy McGeown?

I don't have a relationship with Tommy McGeown.

His wee brother Davy is a pupil of mine.

Did you give him your number?

Yeah, I...

He's written something here on the page opposite.

"I actually talked to her today,

"about books and real stuff.

I couldn't stop looking at her."

He was looking at me, so what?

There's another one here,

an account of a phone call in March.

"She called me Michael.

Who the fuck is this Michael?"

Michael phoned me in the evening sometimes

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

You spoke to Tommy after the murder.

You were seen conferring closely with him

- by his arresting officers. - You are twisting everything.

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

Th-Their house was on fire!

It doesn't look great.

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

You are the connection between the victim and his killer.

You are the connection between the victim and his killer.

Can you sip this for me?

What's up?

I can't sleep.

Any wonder?

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

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

Did Tommy ever mention that barrister?

Our Tommy would never kill anyone.

I know, Davy. I know.

But did he ever mention the name Michael?

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

Nothing?

Did he ever mention me?

Where are we gonna live?

All our stuff is there.

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

Something is gonna be sorted so soon.

Just you wait and see.

Enough chat.

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

The man charged with the murder of Michael Agnew

has been named as Thomas McGeown.

An eyewitness has come forward...

He's just a boy.

You need to get rid of them, now.

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

Eamonn, please.

You've already been lifted by the peelers!

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

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

Eamonn, would you just listen to me?!

I just found the number for the housing executive.

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

They leave now, you stupid cunt!

We need them gone.

Just do what he says.

Eamonn doesn't need to know about Gallagher.

We'll go to the barracks,

get the soldiers barred.

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They never found a house.

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

Oh, Jesus.

I did that.

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

It is not your fault.

Come here.

Enough of this.

It feels like it's all my fault.

That peeler was right.

I'm the connection

between a victim and his killer.

If that sleekit wee bastard wanted to arrest you,

he would've done it already.

As Eamonn said,

they like to leave you rattled.

But I'm the reason Michael's dead.

I loved him, Mummy.

Oh, I know you did, pet.

I know you did.

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

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

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

Eamonn ran me a wee bath.

Can you believe it?

Shall we throw that cardigan in with you?

It's walking around by itself.

Do you want a wee tea?

I'll bring it to you over there.

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Cushla!

I was wondering how you were.

Thank you for dropping that rhubarb round, Sergeant Reid.

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

But I didn't want to intrude.

What would he make of me now?

I remember him saying to me,

"Our Cushla can be as bold as brass,

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

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

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

and not some IRA honey trap.

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

I just feel like I'm never going to rest

until I know the truth of it all.

Could you help me?

You're grand, Sergeant.

This way.

My God, Tommy.

Don't.

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Did Gallagher put you up to this?

No.

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Jesus Christ, Tommy!

He was... He was fighting the judges.

He was fighting the peelers.

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

I know that now.

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Did you see Tommy?

It had nothing to do with me.

Oh.

He didn't know, so...

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

Aye, there's no shortage of them.

Oh, sorry.

Come here.

Oh.

Ignore it.

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

Let me give you a hand with these.

Here.

Daddy loved the bluebells.

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

Eamonn, what's going on?

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

Is everyone out?!

- I told yous not to come! - Jesus, Eamonn!

Come on.

Get out of the way!

Get out of there. Clear off.

I am so sorry.

This is all my fault.

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

Where else does being kind get you bombed?

What?

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

Fidel?

Aye.

Jimmy told me earlier, it was that lot.

So, not IRA?

No.

I wouldn't be standing here if it was.

No deaths is a gift, right?

For taking in the McGeowns? Fuck.

Sorry I called you a cunt.

And anyway, you probably done us a favour.

At least now there's insurance money.

Have you a plan?

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

Down south maybe.

You and Mummy could come with us.

I'll be outside.

Any chance of a drink?

They questioned me.

Special Branch was following him.

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

With all that going on,

he probably could've done without me.

I thought that at first.

But he was happy,

the last few months.

You made him happy.

I loved him.

But I couldn't tell him.

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

I'd say he had a fair idea.

Davy?

Wee Davy McGeown, all grown up.

Miss Lavery.

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

Where did you end up?

All over.

Had a rocky few years, but...

making a proper go of things now.

I work with foster kids,

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

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