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Cathal Mills,
I'm investigating the murder
of Katherine Devlin.

-What have you been saying?
-About what?

That night.

Ms. Sculley,
did Jonathan Devlin
get you pregnant?

Our evil. You, me and Jonathan,
the three of us.

There's no escape.

Come back again
and I'll have you kneecapped.

Just tell me
why we're going,
I don't understand.

My baby is dead!

Is she gonna make it?

She's still with us,
but she's critical.

Rob Reilly's
your weak point, Cass.

Come work with me again.

If it makes you feel any better,

you can tell yourself
Lexie did it.

You should be
looking for Adam.

Ask Adam what he did
in the woods.

You're looking
lovely today, Maggie.

-My name's Margaret.
-I like calling you Maggie.

It's my special little name
for you, Maggie May.

Or she may not.

You're blushing.

Makes you look pretty.

You think yourself
such a bad boy.

You know what
every bad boy needs?

The love of a good woman
to make him better.

It's only the doctor who
could make you better,
Cathal Mills.

-You want her daddy
to take your head off for you?

She won't say a word.

She likes it.

Bit of excitement for her.

-Here.
-They make my tongue go black.

-Mum will know.
-First rule of being a man,
Adam,

keep your mouth shut around
women, then you won't have
to lie.

Take his hand.

What's wrong with you,
Adam?

Don't call me that.

It's all right.

-It's all right.

It's all right.

We're here.

Doors opening.-

Let's put a decent face
on this, shall we?

-You're leaving?
-You're so dramatic, Quigley.

The stabbing in Glenskehy
is potentially linked
to Katy in Knocknaree,

and Maddox is working
that case now.

You going to miss me?

Crying hot tears
into my pillow.

I don't think
I'll ever get over it.

Detective O'Neill
is down there
taking statements,

and he'll report back
anything relevant

-to the Katy investigation.

Incident room, Quigley.

All three are here.

Simone Cameron's
in soft interview.

-Okay.

I have to...

Yeah.
Yeah, of course.

And someone
get that light fixed.

All right, then.
Be good while I'm gone.

-I'll know if you're not.

All that
was total bullshit.

Lovers' tiff.
That's why she's going.

I always said they
were at it.

And I was right.

We think this might be
the man in the track suit.

Do you recognize him?

No.

I'm certain.

I've never seen him.

Simone, you've taught Katy
since she was tiny.

You've known the Devlin
family for a long time.

What's the dynamic
in that house?

Rosalind does everything.

That's the dynamic.

She went away
for a few days in May

to stay
with a school friend,

and Katy and I ended up
looking after Jessica.

Jonathan and Margaret
did nothing.

But Mrs. Devlin
is ill, isn't she?

Is she?

Did you ever think
that Rosalind and Katy

were the victims
of sexual abuse?

From Jonathan?

No.

I never thought that.

Not once.

You think
Katy would have told you?

Yes.

Where do you think
Jonathan has taken
Margaret and the girls?

Katy used to talk
about a caravan park

where they used to
go on holiday.

She really loved it.

Up the coast.

Clogherhead Beach.

-Do you know
what you're doing?
-Yeah.

After you.

Mr. Mills, how did
you hurt your face?

You can answer that.

I was playing squash.

No, you weren't.

You had a meeting
with Katy Devlin's father,
Jonathan.

Your friend
from a long ago, no?

Not friends now.

Unless that right hook
he ploughed into your face
was meant affectionately.

Why did he hit you,
Mr. Mills?

I don't remember
why I hit him.

I was upset.

Why meet up, then?

What did he want
to talk about?

You.

Why you were on his case.

Where were you on August 24th,

between midnight
and 2:00 a.m.?

This is the date that Katy
Devlin was murdered, by the way.

Answer that.

-At home, at my apartment.
-And August 25th?

Between midnight
and 7:45 a.m.

When Katy Devlin's body was
moved from its hiding place

-and arranged on the altar,
where were you?
-At home.

What's the nature
of the bond between
you and Cathal Mills?

What's the secret?

There isn't one.
There's no bond,
no secret.

Where were you
on August 16th, 1985?

The cinema.

Me, Cathal and Shane.
The cinema.

Porky's Revenge.

Why did Shane Waters
smash his face
against a washbasin

during his second police interview in 1985?

No comment.

Why did Shane hit his face
in the washbasin?

I just told you,
he did that sort of thing.

During his third interview
in 1985,

Shane had his story
back on track.

Who got to him?
Was it you, Jonathan,

-or both of you?
-No comment.

Where were you
on August the 16th, 1985?

At the cinema,
watching Porky's Revenge.

Yeah, according to Margaret.

It just seems, um,
I don't know,

significant to me
that you ended up
marrying your alibi.

-How did that happen?
-How did that happen?

Me and Margaret
got close.

You mean,
you got her pregnant.

You didn't have
much of a choice, did you?

You got Sandra Sculley
pregnant, too.

You didn't marry her.
You left her

to deal with that
on her own.

Why did you have a sexual
relationship with your alibi?

Keep her close?
Keep her quiet?

You're a real prick,
aren't you?

Where were you
on August the 16th, 1985?

I was at the cinema.

I went to see
Porky's Revenge.

Where were you
on August 16th, 1985?

At the cinema, watching
Porky'sfucking Revenge.

What are you lying about?
Because you are lying

about the disappearance
of Jamie Rowan
and Peter Savage.

And I think that lie

between you and Shane
and Cathal and Margaret

is the reason
your daughter, Katy, is dead.

I know what
my daughter's name is.

I know that she's dead.

And the only one
lying here is you,

because you don't know
what you're doing.

You're failing.

I think I'm getting close.

Really close.

That's all the questions
we have for today,

so you can go, okay.

Just this way, please.

Mmm-hmm.

Oh, yeah.

You were right
next door to each other
the whole time.

Didn't I say?

Jail bait.

You're blushing.

You haven't got shit.

Not yet.

Let's go, Mr. Mills.

I enjoyed that, Detective.

Gave me a taste for...
You know, it's what
I want to do,

-is work murder eventually...
-You did good, Phelan.

Well, I mean...
Listen, anytime, Detective.
Fucking...

Welcome to Whitethorn House.

It's been in the March family
for generations.

And now it's ours.

Jesus, look at
all the dead heads.

My family love killing things.

We're all going to die.

Will you look at that prick?

Hijacking my investigation
to finance his own.

What's he got?

Photos of the powers
that be

getting blow jobs
from rentboys?

Fucking disgrace,
lying to those kids
about their dead friend.

Hey, come on in.

Please, take a seat. I'll get some coffee

to be brought in then. Just two minutes.

Okay, so the good news...

The very good news
is that Lexie is awake,
awake and talking.

Oh, thank God.

-Talking?
Yeah, well...

Burbling a load
of nonsense,
to be honest.

They've got her
on the good drugs,
you know.

Has she been
able to say

what happened,
who did it?

No. Uh, once we start
weaning off the painkillers,

she'll start to make
more sense, okay?

Right now we need you
to look at some faces,

to see if you recognize
anyone.

You want out
of this, Maddox,

you just say the word
and I'll get you out.

And there'll be fuck all
he can do about it.

Thank you, sir.

Search from top to bottom.

We need a complete record
of how they live.

Take samples for ID.

Goes without saying,
any weapons, any narcotics.

We need a complete record
of how they live.

And leave everything
exactly as you found it.

Three, four, five,

-six, seven...

Steps three and seven creak.

Eight.

Document and photograph every
single inch of Lexie's room.

And when
we've done the house,

we move to the garden
and surrounding lanes.

This man was seen
around the Knocknaree estate
and woods.

He's a chief suspect
in the murder of Katy Devlin.

You think
what happened to Lexie

-has something to do
with that little girl?
-Possibly.

No?

In your statements,
you said Lexie liked to go
for a walk at night

through the garden
to the lanes.

So, if someone had been
watching her, they'd know
her movements.

-Watching?
-Was she seeing anyone?

Sexually, I mean.

If she was seeing someone,
she'd have told us.

Oh.

Why do you think
she was seeing someone?

Just a question, Mr. March.

How about these men?
Do you recognize any of them?

We're all going to die.

-We're all going to die.

Identikit cover stories.

And they didn't ask
one single question
about suspects,

leads, evidence.

Nothing.

Operation Mirror is born.

Welcome to the world,
blessed, warped child.

Abigail Stone knew
Lexie was pregnant.

The others don't
have a clue.

She knew.

Oh, I love
this fucking life.

Where are your daughters?

At the beach.

Or at the swings.

Somewhere.

Can you look at me please,
Mrs. Devlin?

I need to ask you about
Jamie Rowan and Peter Savage.

Do you remember them?

Yes.

Do you remember that evening?

That night,
August 16th, 1985?

Yes.

Where were you?

I went to the cinema
to see Police Academy 2.

I went to get popcorn,
and I saw the boys
in the corridor there.

They went to see
Porky's Revenge.

That's where I saw them.

Cathal, Jonathan,
and Shane.

No, I meant
where were you

when they asked you
to lie for them.

Because you didn't see
them there, did you?

Aren't you tired of this,
Margaret?

Aren't you
completely exhausted?

It's time to stop now.

Where were you
when they asked you
to lie for them?

I went to buy popcorn.

And I saw the boys
in the corridor there.

Cathal, Jonathan,
and Shane.

That's where I saw them.

I'm going to get
the truth, Margaret.

I'm going to get it all.

You found us.

Do you recognize
this man?

Never seen him around the estate?

You sure?

I'm sure.

Jess.

Stop, you're going
to get sick.

Rosalind.

You went away
for a few days in May
to stay with a friend.

Is that right?

Simone Cameron mentioned it.

Who was the friend?

Just a girl
I used to know in school.

Rosalind, if the friend
is a boy, you can say.

A boy?

Or a man.

When I look like this?

It was just a girl
I used to know in school.

I'm sorry.

I have to get
the tea ready.

Jess, come on.

Look, I got you something.

Are you all right
about taking this?

My number's in it.
It's all paid for.

Now, you ring me anytime.

Day or night.

If you remember something,
if you're not sure
about something,

if you want to talk,
if you need help.

Okay?

Jess?

You must have
a theory, Ms. Rowan.

I do.

Katy Devlin was murdered
by someone who knows this estate

and knows those woods.

This man that was seen
at the dig,

this man they say
they're looking for,

I think it's Adam.

He walked out
of those woods
without a mark on him.

And he knows
what happened
to Jamie and Peter.

Adam was a child himself.

We all know children can
be brutal to each other.

And Adam
is a grown man now.

A grown man
who knows this estate
and knows those woods.

Look for him.

Ask him where he was
the night Katy was killed.

Ask him what happened
to my daughter
and her friend.

Ask Adam.

You haven't got shit.

Peter, where are you?

Peter, Jamie.

There's no blood
in the house.

This tree is in the grounds.

That's where the blood is.
Washed away.

Not just from rain,
but someone went out
with detergent.

Soapy runoff
in the tree roots
and undergrowth.

No weapon.

That's where
she was stabbed.

Great work, O'Neill.

We'll, uh...
We'll take it from here.

Soapy runoff
at the roots.

-Good little housekeepers.

It's not good enough.

One second.

Sam?

Look...

I just want
to clear the air.

Things didn't work out
between us,

-but let's be professional...
-Fuck you, Cassie.

Jesus Christ.
Well, I tried.

And fuck Rob, too.

Not that it's done
you much good.

Has it?

How did you...

I've got to carry on
working with him.

Fuck you very much.

I got your prescription.

And whose fault is it
I have to take them?

Detective.

Did you see
my front page?

Wondering if you had
any comment.

Alicia Rowan is
a vulnerable woman.

You're exploiting
her grief.

You say exploiting,
I say speaking truth
to power.

And it's a good question.
Where is Adam?

He changed his name.
We're tracing him.

Anything else to say
to reassure my readers?

Yeah, sure.

Fuck off and stop
trying to derail
my investigation.

What investigation?
You don't have a suspect.

And until you do,
I'll keep asking
about Adam.

There's a story here.
I know it.

Find Adam.

He could be your man.

Who's there?

Get out!

Get out!

Mummy!

Please.

I never wanted you.

Apart from Daniel March,
not one of them
with a history of violence.

Until now.

Raphael Lahiri.
Rafe.

Family owns hotels.
They're loaded.

He gets an allowance.

Spunked a fortune
on cocaine.

Clean now,
thanks to...

Daniel March.

Justin Mannering.

Parents divorced,
spends his childhood
pinballing

between people
who hate each other.

They both remarry
and get new families.

He's on his own
until this new family
comes along.

Courtesy of...

Abigail Stone.

She's been the subject
of care orders

since she popped
out of the womb.

Mother's fucking insane.

Her whole life has been chaos.

But look at her.

Smart as a whip,
she works and works.

Gets herself a scholarship
to Trinity, and a home.

Thanks to...

Daniel March.

She'll fight hard.

She's the one
who scares me.

Reminds me of that
picture of you

and Sammy Boy
you've got in your flat.

She looks at him
the way he looked at you.

Proper love.

Whatever that is.

But Daniel's
not looking at her.
He's looking at Lexie.

So she should scare you.

It's the detective, Mum.

The one for Katy.
The one I've been helping.

Well, go and help him then.

Detective Reilly.

-Do you want a coffee?
-I need you to come with me.

I can't.

The neighbor who sits
with Mum is out, and...

There's a female guard outside.

I'll let her in,
she can meet your mum
and then we can go.

Okay.

Jesus.
That's actually quite alarming.
Say something.

We're all going to die.

Oh, God, Lexie,
what happened?
Who did it?

I don't know.
I don't remember.

I just want to come home.

I want to get out
of this fucking hospital
and come home.

Heartbreaking.
I'm having emotions.

I'm going to have to leave
the dig permanently.

Mum needs me full time.

I'm going to
really miss it.

I need you to show me
where you saw this man
in the tracksuit,

where he was standing.

-I'm not sure
if I can remember...
-Close enough will do.

I was...
I was round about here.

And he was over there.

Okay.

Now, turn away
and don't look around
until I tell you.

-Close your eyes.
-What?

Open.

That's the man you saw.

I'm not sure.

Damien, you need
to stop pissing about.

Look, think.

-This is the man you saw.

I've been doing nothing
but looking and thinking,
and I'm not sure.

It was summer.
More leaf cover, his face
would have been in shadow.

You want me to say
it's him, but I can't!

I can't if I'm not sure,
and I'm not! I'm not!

That's enough.

It's enough.

Fine. I'll...
I'll take him home.

No, no. I'll take him home.
Go on, Damien.

Even I know that
this is way out of line.

And if I know it,
then that means
you do, too.

Back to work.

Rosalind.

I'm on my way.

Rosalind?

Hi!

I got you a juice
because you're on duty.

But, do you want
peanuts or anything?

No, I'm all good,
thanks.

Has something happened,
Rosalind?

No, nothing.

Nothing out of the ordinary,
anyway.

Has something happened
that used to be ordinary?

Rosalind.

Christ.

No.

No. Absolutely not.

I thought that's why
you asked me about boyfriends,

why you gave me the phone.

I get everything wrong.

I'm sorry.

I'm... I'm so sorry.

I don't know
what I'm doing.

I... I don't know who...

I don't know who I am.

Not...

Not without Katy.

I just miss her so much. I...

I think I'm going mad
with this.

Just... Just left behind
like this,

and no one understands, no one...

I understand.

No!

You don't.

You don't.
No one does.

I'm another one
that got left behind.

Just like you.

My friend disappeared.

My best friend.
One day just vanished.

He was just gone.
And I was lost.

Everything turned on its head.
Nothing made sense.

Left behind.

So I do understand.
I really do.

Is that why you wanted
to be a policeman.

I want to get answers.

Why did you ask me
about boyfriends?

Because I thought
you were lying about
staying with a school friend.

I was.

I'm going to wash my face
and change out of this.

At least I won't look stupid
while I'm explaining about that.

Left-handed assailant.

-Critical shot.

Nice.

Again.

I didn't stay
with a friend.

I don't have any friends.

I went into Dublin
and stayed in a hostel.

The cheapest one
I could find.

Why?

Jessica started her period.

She doesn't understand
how to...

look after herself.

So...

I do it.

She's my sister,
and I love her.

But I suppose I...
I just snapped.

So I stayed in a hostel
with these damp beds

and mad people
screaming at each other,

and in the day,
I walked around.

And then I went home
and got on with things.

That's it.

So pathetic.

No, it isn't.

I'm so sorry
about your friend.

And I'm so sorry
about your sister.

Doors opening.

-Where are you going?
-Home.

You seen the time?

And, O'Kelly's waiting
for you.

Doors closing.

Who do you reckon
chucked who?

I think Reilly dumped her.

She got stars in her eyes,
and he gave it the old...

What's the matter with you?

I'm bored of you
talking shit, Quigley.

Most of my day has been
spent taking calls,

asking me why my lead detective
on Operation Vestal

told a journalist
to fuck off on tape.

You can tell him to fuck off
whenever you like,
but not on tape.

Not on a case like this.

It looks like
we're not doing our jobs.

He's getting a campaign
going now, to find Adam

because we haven't managed it.

Well, good luck to him.

Adam's dead.

What?

Had it confirmed last hour.

Wrapped his car
around a tree

in some remote town
in New Zealand.

Couple of years ago.

Well...

That's pissed on his
campaign chips, huh?

Yeah.

So what have
you got, Detective?

Because right now,
you don't have anything

apart from a bunch of people
telling the same story

they've been telling
for over 20 years.

It's stalemate.

It's all about
finding Shane Waters.

That'll break Jonathan
and Margaret Devlin
and give us Katy's killer.

You're pinning everything
on a homeless man

who's most likely an addict
with mental health issues,

who is going to get
rinsed in court as
an unreliable witness.

-You need more.
-I know.

It's probably the first thing
you thought,

the first thing you saw.

You've probably
already got it,

the key to it all.

So, go back.
Go back over everything.

-I have been.
-Go back again.

But first, go home
and get some sleep.

Come on, son.
I have faith in you, huh.

Was it accidental
or deliberate?

Adam?

Officially, an accident,
but it reads deliberate.

Christ.

The fucking case.

Ugh.

Tough.

What you've been through,
you gotta be thin.

You gotta be a rake.

Right.

Which stair creaks?

Third and seventh.

Kitchen.

Cutlery to the right
of the sink.

Bowls, plates, mugs,
second cupboard
on the right.

Glasses, first on the left.

Tea is always loose leaf.

Coffee beans, not instant,
and ground as needed.

Sugar, in an old Stilton jar.

Hey.

Lexie. You're alive.

Just about.

What in shit?
Who was it?

Don't know.
It's a blank.

You said anything about me?
Our thing?

No.

So we're still on?

We're still on.

I'm going to have to
dump this phone, but, uh,

you'll hear from me.

Interesting.

Lexie's got a mystery caller.

I know this number.

Same number used to make
threats to Jonathan Devlin
called Lexie's phone.

Death threats against Katy.

That's no longer the focus
of the investigation.

He knew Lexie.

The calls were still made.

Katy's still dead.

Connections.
Make connections, Rob.

-I know what I'm doing.
-Do you?

You still have a key
to my flat.

Yeah, well, not on me.

Just put it through the door.

And Sam knows, by the way.

He hasn't said anything to me,
so he must have weighed it up.

His ambition
versus your honor.

Chose ambition.

Wise.

Are you like this with
all women or is it just me?

Cassie, you're all the same.

When it comes down to it,
you're all the same.

You're no different
to any other woman.
To be honest, I'm disappointed.

Coward.

Jail bait.

Coward.

You haven't got shit.

Coward.

Come on, hurry up!

Oh, this is fun.

Come on.

Come on.

Shut your eyes.

I bet you won't
be able to tell.

I bet you I would.

You'd be able to tell if it
was Jonathan kissing you?

Always.

All right.

Shut your eyes...

and don't open them again
until you've had three.

All right.
But no tongues.

And no grabbin'.

Go on.

That was definitely Shane.

Don't open your eyes.

No guessing till the end.

I said no tongues,
and no grabbin'.

He says you like it.
He says you love it.

Cock-hungry whore,
he says.

Can't get enough.

Grab her arms.

-Get the fuck off me.
Grab her
arms!

Fuck off...
-Jonathan, grab her
fucking arms, will you?

No! Jonathan, please.

Hold her legs.
-What are you doing?

Hold her fucking legs!

Fucking twat.

Your turn after.

No, please!

Stop it. Don't.

No, no!
Please don't! Please!

Please! Jonathan!

Keep up, Adam.

Hurry up!

You fucking little bastards!

Peter! Jamie!

Where are you?

Why can't you remember?

Come back!

Come the fuck on!

Why can't you remember?

Adam.

Who's there?

I'm armed.

Who's there?

Right, let's do it.

Cass?

Cass?

Cass, wake up.

Hi, this is Cassie.
Please leave a message.

Cassie...

Come back.

Please come back.

I have something
I want to tell you.

It's Rob.

Attrition, sedition,
depose the King.

Or the Queen.

And the whole fucking court.

I'll be in the lanes each night when you go for your walk.

Okay, Lexie, here goes.

Thank God you're home.

Anything comes back to you,
you let us know, okay?

-And if we need
anything from you...
-You know where to find me.

Yeah.

You look after her,
you hear me?

We will.