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- So Greg and Becky are in my room getting it out.

- Hey, that's what I'm, this isn't funny!

- Okay, so Greg and Becky are in my room getting it out.

- Hey, that's what I'm, this isn't funny!

- I left God in the cup.

- Pull up with it, pull up, pull up!

- Hold it there, okay?

- Where are you going with that?

- What do you want?

- Where are you going?

- It had been a year since I left Galway.

I walked away and never looked back.

Now she welcomed me home with blue skies and sunny smiles.

I could almost believe that this was a good idea.

Truth is, wild horses couldn't have dragged me back,

but a single letter did.

- So good of you to come, Jack.

- No bother at all.

Thank you for the letter.

Very sorry to hear about your song.

Niall came home after years of traveling, working, all over the world.

- He was happy.

- Well, as close to happy as I've ever seen him.

The guard said he took his own life.

No sign of foul play is the way they put it.

But I know he didn't do it.

I know it.

I'll put you in touch with some good people who can help.

Look, I don't trust anybody else, Jack.

I'm sorry, Miss Rocher, but I've given up on this line of work.

- Look, I can pay you, of course.

- Ah, Jesus, no, don't put that away, sir.

You and your da, you were close.

It was always there for you, Paddyworth.

Sometimes I wish that Niall and I could.

But I must know what really happened to Niall.

I must know.

Yeah?

- Kate?

- Got the noon into you.

- Getting notions, are we?

- One or two.

- Listen, Kate, I need a favor.

Nor was I thinking you just missed the sound of my voice.

- That, too.

- What do you need, Jack?

- The file and the death of one Niall O'Shea

three weeks ago.

Can you help me out?

- Let's see what I can do.

- Here's to you, old friend, your dad, your shawl.

- And while crime figures in the rest of the country

have been on the increase in going city,

there has been a dramatic decrease in the past 12 months.

The safest town in Ireland

is what local politicians are now calling it.

- Naturally, we're all delighted by this good news.

It benefits everyone from the business community

to the man in the street.

In my mind, it's all down to the hard work

and decisive action of the Garda Síochána.

- Garda Síochána, me hearth.

- What do you mean?

- A fella was found up in Renmore with his arms severed.

Seems he was a serial burglar.

Another fella fleeced old people out their savings.

He was found with his tongue cut out, and nobody's

admitting to nothing, except to a shaving accident.

- Are you saying there are vigilantes in Galway?

- Geez, Nolan, you didn't have to go

to all that trouble for my sake.

- My uncle's 50th, if you must know.

Old-timers galore.

- Old, 50, yeah.

- Me?

- It's the first edition of Dylan's debut album.

- With four deleted tracks.

- It's rare.

- I think.

- Oh, geez, thanks, Jack, it's mighty.

- Have you got that file?

- Yeah.

- Time of death between 12 a.m. and 4 a.m.

- Victim had a history of depression.

- No shame as an outsider, no friends, lived alone.

Criminal record strictly small time.

- Verdict, suicide, or death by misadventure.

There's one anomaly on the body,

a vertical cut in the left thigh, possibly sustained in the fall.

Could have been caused by contact with a sharp

object such as broken glass or exposed metal.

- Why are you interested in this guy?

- His father doesn't think he killed himself.

- And you?

- Mr. O'Shea and my dad were mates.

That's enough for me.

Even if it's a dead end, have you got a problem, Somer?

- What?

Yes, I mean no, I mean.

- You mean what?

- Nothing.

- Go to bed, honey.

It's late.

- I'm fine, ma'am.

- You're a life saver, Jeff.

- From your lips to God's ears.

I reckoned it would take me all of a day to wrap up

the O'Shea investigation and head back to London.

Famous last words.

- Hi, Jack.

You don't mind if we call you Jack?

- That's my name.

Just don't wear it held.

- I'm Cody.

- Is that supposed to mean something to me?

- No.

But I know something which might.

The night my O'Shea died,

there was a party going on up at number 12.

Going with the balcony.

Somebody might have seen something.

- You strapping, Lily?

- No, no, no.

I just heard what you were talking about.

Andy did a bit of, you know, snoop.

Yeah, you know, a private eye like.

Asked questions, made contacts, and I found out about the party.

Are you not gonna check it out?

Have you any other leads?

- What you want?

- Some manners would be nice, but I'll settle for a chat.

Listen, listen, love.

Looking into the death of that guy on the building side opposite.

I really appreciate some help.

- We already told the guards everything.

- I'm not the guard.

- What are you then?

- A private eye.

The best.

- Who's he?

Your son-like.

- That's not funny.

Hi.

- Hi.

- So, you saw nothing out of the armory

between midnight and 4 a.m. that morning.

- Nada.

We already told the guards.

- I wouldn't have said anything to the guards either

if I was sitting on good shit like that.

But I'm not the guards.

No, I could ring the guards,

but sure, why would I want to do that?

- I didn't see the guy kill himself or anything.

I just saw somebody breaking in.

- Two guys, I saw two guys.

- You always see double when you're locked.

- This guy or guys, what did they look like?

- Duh, it was dark.

- One of them was holding something.

It sort of looked like an ax.

- Axe?

- Well, no, it was more like a spear.

It was kind of weird looking.

- That's right.

- No, it was more like a spear, it was kind of weird looking.

- We only glimpsed it real quick.

Like I said, we were locked.

- A guy with a lethal weapon.

This means someone was there.

Someone armed who could have thrown Nyloshae off the building.

This is huge.

- What the hell do you want from me?

- I want to make you a business proposition, Jack.

You and me, full partners, taking on the bad guys, kicking ass, seeing justice done.

- Do you have any connection to reality whatsoever?

- Everyone needs someone to cover their back, right?

- Let me be really clear so I don't have to repeat myself.

I don't need a partner.

And even if I did, I would pick someone whose balls had actually dropped.

- Meaning you'd like to think about it?

- Meaning I want you to fuck off and never show your face again.

- Oi, I need the number for one Tim Caffrey developer.

Thank you.

- Jack.

- Tim Caffrey.

Come on in.

After you've taken in the view,

you're going to be a good man.

- I'm going to be a good man.

- I'm going to be a good man.

- I'm going to be a good man.

- I'm going to be a good man.

- I'm going to be a good man.

- I'm going to be a good man.

- I'm going to be a good man.

- I'm going to be a good man.

- I'm going to be a good man.

- I'm going to be a good man.

- I'm going to be a good man.

- I'm going to be a good man.

- I'm going to be a good man.

- I'm going to be a good man.

- I'm going to be a good man.

- I'm going to be a good man.

- I'm going to be a good man.

- I have this policy, I like to hire locals, nothing against foreigners

mind, it's just, I know where I come from, so I like to give something back.

So when O'Shea came back from wherever he'd been, I was all for hiring

him, but then he was caught red handed helping himself to the petty cash.

- So you fired him?

- Of course I did.

- Look, I don't know, maybe that helped push him over the edge.

Either way, it seems like he wanted to get back at me by killing himself on my turf.

- Ah, poor you.

- Excuse me?

Thank you.

- So you dealt with O'Shea yourself, did you?

- Dealt with?

- He looked like a man who lets his fists

do the talking, did you knock him about, eh?

- You sure of moose, boss?

- What the hell is this?

- That's what I'd like to know.

Jack, wait!

- What are you doing with this guy, Anne?

- You left, Jack.

I killed a man to save your life and then you just disappeared.

- I needed time.

- And I needed support, someone to talk to, someone to lean on.

Tim has been good to me.

- Yeah, a real gentleman.

- This is my life now.

Stay out of it, Jack.

- Do I, huh, I'm sorry.

Can we meet?

- That's not a good idea.

- Just to talk, set things right.

- Goodbye, Jack.

Pat Young, six years ago he was charged with

causing a hit and run just outside Belfast, drunk at the wheel.

The case fell apart on its technicality, Pat walked, Anne-Marie Smith didn't.

Before the accident, Anne-Marie was a history

student, now she can barely read or write.

Pat moved to Galway, thinking his crime had been forgotten, it hasn't been.

- Why didn't you tell me?

- Tell you what, your ex-girlfriend's moved on.

- Well, she died on Caffrey's construction site.

You knew I'd look into him, that I'd run into Anne.

- I'm not your mammy, Jack.

- Caffrey played on the Galway football team, didn't he?

- Yeah, GAA, born and bred.

Made his money during the boom years.

His ex-wife brought allegations of sexual violence against him.

Never came to court, though.

- Friends and I places, huh?

- No, lack of evidence.

- It's called a pike.

You see, it's both, spear and an axe.

A common infantry weapon, the shape of the pike made it possible to dismount a rider.

Used by farmers in County Wexford, who rose up

against the English in a brief, bloody revolt in 1798.

The farmers called themselves pikemen, fighting for a just and free Ireland.

Am I going too fast?

Any questions?

- Yeah, what part of fuck-off did you not understand?

- No.

The real question is, why is anyone carrying

an ancient weapon around modern-day Galway?

- Good as a point.

- Your case, right?

- I'm Cody.

- Oh, don't ask.

- Let me go, let me go, let me go!

- Shut up, listen.

Now, we catch you driving drunk again, we'll come back and we'll kill you.

You breathe a word about having any of this to

anybody, we'll come back and we'll kill you.

Do you understand?

Get him down.

- Stop him!

- What the fuck?

Get him down!

- Get in the car.

- Please, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, please, don't, don't!

- Mrs. Bailey, I'm really sorry to bother you so late, I should have rang, but...

- Mr. Taylor, you're back!

- Only temporarily.

- Come in.

- I wonder if I could rent a room for a few nights?

- I kept it exactly as you left it.

- Oh, Mrs. Bailey, you shouldn't have.

- There'll always be a room for you here, Mr. Taylor.

- Ah, item 8234, regulation all-weather guard or code, my second skin.

- Thanks for coming, Jack.

- How's he doing?

- Mr. Mays is next to King.

- How sad is that?

- So what happened?

- Someone ran him over.

That's all he said to the girls.

They didn't want her to see you.

- Jack, look, look, I need, I need your help, Jack.

They're out to get me.

- Easy, pal.

Who's out to get you?

- With black masks.

They said I had to be punished for the girl

who was thrown down up north a few years back.

They said if I spoke to the guards, I'd

throw a drunk again, they'd come and kill me.

One of the masked fellas didn't want to wait.

He wanted to run me through there and then.

- Run you through?

- They had this picky weapon.

I never saw anything like it before.

A cross between a spear and an axe.

- They'll be back to get me, Jack.

I need your help.

I need protection, Jack.

- Did you do her?

- Do what?

- The girl up north.

Did you run her down?

- Jack, I need protection.

- Check the yellow pages.

- Jack.

- I know it feels wrong, but you did the right thing.

Just as was done today, thanks to you.

You have a long way to go.

But you've taken the first step.

And I respect that.

- So both incidents appear connected by the same weapon, the pike.

- Must be the vigilantes.

Pat and themselves in the old pike land.

- In Pat's case, yes.

But Nilo Sheafery's shoplifting.

Making petty cash.

Doesn't sound right.

- In he calls.

- Saw a catcher man squeeze like.

- What?

No, no, not likely.

- You and me, Jack.

We're not the tied down type.

I'm not saying we're a commitment phobics, but it's a big sea out there,

and we like to cast our odds more than once.

- Christ, I might have to shoot you.

- Are you serious about helping out?

- Name and claim it, Skipper.

- Run a check on Nilo Sheaf's past.

Find out what he did in the last few years.

Talk to his father, but go easy on him.

And while you're at it, check out those other supposed vigilante victims.

See if any of them talks.

- Yes, sir.

- That doesn't mean we're partners.

- Aye, aye, Skipper.

- Yeah?

- It's me.

I thought you'd like to know if Jack Taylor's checking

into someone called O'Shea and other vigilante victims.

- Right.

- Perhaps you should look into it.

- Got it.

It's me.

Taylor's going to be a problem.

But don't worry, I'll sort it.

I know we have rules.

I bloody made them.

I'll take care of Taylor.

- You're just in time.

- In time for what?

- Happy hour, Miss Henderson.

- After Sutton, where did you go?

- London.

Rented a flattened candle.

Read a lot.

Drank a lot.

Thought about you.

- Not enough to give me a ring.

- Come on, Anne.

You weren't exactly an angel yourself.

- Let me on to get to Sutton.

So how do you end up with Calvary?

- Well, after you left, I didn't know what to do.

I felt like a murderer, was a murderer.

And I had nobody to talk to, nobody to...

Well, that's when I met Tim.

- I know guys like Calvary.

You don't get too close to them.

- He doesn't mean it, Jack.

He's a good man deep down.

- Sure, and Hitler loved puppies.

What a saint.

Anne, I shouldn't have left you.

I let you down.

No excuses.

I made a mistake.

- Well, so did I in coming here, Jack.

- You're wrong, Anne.

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Unpredictable.

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- You know I don't like you staying out late.

- You don't need to worry about me.

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- You reek of booze.

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- I went for one.

Single.

Trick.

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- How did you get on?

- That's your Frankie. Chips.

I didn't find out much about O'Shea.

I talked to his dad, checked the companies you work for abroad.

Australia, Germany, UK, spoke to former employers.

Nobody had a complaint about him.

Definitely nothing to justify vigilantes coming after him.

- What about other vigilante victims here in Galway?

- Man, what a collection of lowlifes.

Most refused to talk.

Nobody admitted knowing anything about any pikemen.

- Well, I had a meet-and-greet with a pikeman last night.

- What? Seriously?

- They have me in this big old room, stone walls.

Must have been a castle.

- There's only about 200 castles in Galway.

Their leader fancies himself as a regular cave crusader.

In his past, there was a violent act that went unpunished.

The thing that drives him, he said as much.

There's one other thing.

He made reference to something.

Things that happened which he couldn't know about.

I don't think those guys operate alone.

Someone is behind them.

- Shit, a conspiracy.

Who do you think is pulling the strings?

- Prince Charles. How the fuck would I know?

Check on solved crimes in Ireland in the past few years.

Focus on the relatives, their backgrounds, who they are.

- I guess I'll be 50 when I'm done with that.

- Then keep checking O'Shea's past.

- But it's a dead end, Skipper.

- Hey, wanna be an investigator?

Learn to trust your instincts.

- Anne?

Anne?

Darling?

Anne?

- What's the matter, Catherine?

Not used to someone hitting my back?

- You are dog meat, Taylor.

You lay your hand in that again, and I'll tear your liver open.

- Kate?

- We'll get the bastard.

Caffery won't get away with this.

- That's been my call.

- What?

- Just give me the fucking goat.

- I'm not pressing charges.

- Have you lost your mind?

- It's his word against mine.

He'll get off.

Even if he was convicted at most,

you had a couple of months suspended sentence.

- You'll get nothing if you don't press charges.

- Well, I'll nail the fucker, all right.

My way.

- You'll get nothing if you don't press charges.

- Well, I'll nail the fucker, all right.

- You won't be doing anything until you're discharged.

- I'm discharged.

- Have you been drinking?

- Oh, sorry, drinking is bad,

but running people over is good, right?

- I need Ted to help, son.

I don't understand.

- You don't speak to me for two years.

- Well, now it's like you're all right, son.

- Just keep your voice down.

- Or what?

- You need to shut my door.

- Ted.

- It's nothing.

Open your fucking eyes.

- Watch your mouth, boy.

- Ted, Ted, just leave it.

- It's okay.

Sorry.

- Thank you.

- Jesus, Jack.

What happened?

- He's thorough, your boyfriend.

I'll give him that.

Been scuffling with the winos, have you, Jack?

- Superintendent Clousey.

And Councilor Carner, is it?

Pity I didn't bring my golf clubs.

We could have had a foursome.

- This is not the time or the place.

One night when you're not looking,

I'll come for you, Capri.

Come on in.

You don't belong here.

- I'm sorry.

- It's a good idea to mix booze and pills.

- No, Jeff, it's a bad idea.

That's what I'm doing.

- Jack, sorry.

Sorry about that.

- But he won't.

- This has been good to me.

This is my life now.

- I let you down.

No, no, no, no.

I let you down.

- I did not save your life.

- I'll come for you, Capri.

Tom!

- Jack's downstairs.

- Number one, to his list.

Taylor.

I need you to use this one.

- He's downstairs.

- Jack Taylor.

This is outrageous.

- Stand away now.

Just go back downstairs.

- Is this about the TV lights?

- You haven't heard the end of this.

I know the superintendent.

- Jack Taylor?

- Is your memory as bad as your manners, Dorothy?

- You're under arrest.

- You're not obliged to say anything

unless you wish to do so.

Anything you say will be taken down and may be given in evidence.

- Was the charge glancy?

Bleeding on your mate Capri's car?

- Murder.

- Tim, Capri's body was found

outside one of his construction sites early this morning.

The skull fractured from a single blow

to the back of the head.

- Oh.

- Where were you between 1 a.m. and 6 a.m. last night?

- At home.

Probably.

- Can anyone corroborate that?

- Booze and painkillers aren't exactly a recipe

for total recall, eh?

- You and Dan Henderson met again recently.

- Yeah.

- You wanted her to leave Capri.

- He used her for boxing practice.

Of course I wanted her to leave.

- But she didn't want to leave him, did she, Jack?

We all saw it.

We all saw you threatening to kill Capri.

Give me your mobile phone.

- Why?

- Your mobile.

- Must have left it.

I lost it.

- Capri received a text message last night

about meeting at the site where his body was found.

Now our records show it originated from your phone, Jack.

- If I wanted to kill Capri,

would I be eager enough to send a message from my own phone?

- Booze and painkillers aren't a good recipe for sound judgment.

- This is bollocks.

Capri's the one who bet they're living shite out of me.

Have you any witnesses to substantiate that claim?

Remove your shirt.

It'll be held for examination.

- Clancy.

Come on.

- What happened to you, Jack?

Jesus, I did you a bloody big favor by covering up Sutton's death.

And this is how you repay me?

By going off at the deep end?

- I didn't kill him, Clancy.

- Are you sure, Jack?

Are you absolutely 100% sure?

Luminary tests indicate that some of the blood found on your shirt was Capri's.

You'll be taken to the courthouse

where you'll be charged with his murder.

- This is the pikeman.

It has to be.

This is how they stopped me.

- You can't even prove the pikeman exists, Jack.

As far as anyone's concerned, they're an urban myth.

- All right, then.

- Clancy's sacrificing a bad lard.

- You all right?

- Yeah.

- We need backup now.

- Taylor's escaped.

- Let's go inside.

- Where did he go?

- Stick to the back.

- This is Darden.

Taylor's escaped through the canal.

I need backup now.

Get up to the road!

- All right, split up.

Jim, take back Avara.

No one in here can take the new road.

- This is Jack.

Leave a message, if you must.

- Yesterday afternoon at the Main Street

for the station here in Baldwin City.

Taylor is wanted for the murder of developer Timothy Caffrey,

whose body was found outside one of his construction

sites in the early hours of yesterday morning.

- I appeal to anyone with information of Jack Taylor's whereabouts to come forward

or contact Main Street Guard the station immediately.

- In other news, we talked between representatives

of the labor committees and the government.

Come in.

- You asked to see me, sir?

- Guarda Nuna, meet Detective Sergeant Cavanaugh.

He'll partner you on your next assignment.

Kay, pleased to meet you.

- Next assignment, sir?

- Your friendship with Jack Taylor is no secret.

The chances are he may contact you.

Even if he doesn't, you know how he thinks.

I want you to put all your efforts into catching him.

- What if he's being set up?

- Every avenue has been investigated.

But at present, the evidence points towards Taylor.

- I know, sir, but--

- Now, do I need to worry about your ability to do your duty?

- No, of course not, sir.

- Get to work.

Both of yous.

- Min.

- Frankie, if you're concerned, I'll be fine.

- You sure?

- There's anything you need.

Anything.

- Thank you.

- Hi.

I had nothing to do with this, you know that?

Jesus.

- What did you think you were doing?

Rescuing me by killing him?

- I didn't kill him.

- I would never have left him for you.

We had a life together.

He needed me.

You just need someone to tell you what a poor, anguished soul you are.

- Please.

I need your help.

- Liam Farrar, AKA Cody Farrar.

Age 23, address 10 Fairview Heights.

Education sadly lacking.

- I think I wouldn't shake you out, did you?

- Jesus, Jack.

Are you okay?

- Yeah, yeah, I'm grand.

- Why aren't you halfway to Bolivia?

- I'm not going anywhere 'til I find out who killed Tim Caffrey.

- Right, Skip.

- Let's get you in.

- We'd be harboring up on Tim, man.

- You didn't kill Caffrey?

- You seem more sure than I am.

Upstairs.

- Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend, Liam?

- I'm sorry for this day to me.

- I'll go on.

Takes one to know one.

- Atkins diet.

- He said he didn't want it.

- Thanks.

- Jack Taylor, once a guard, now a finder.

Likes to read, likes to drop when he isn't on a diet.

Currently a fugitive from the law.

Wanted for murder.

- He didn't do it.

- Sounds like you read the file on me.

- Sure, Liam, he wrote the file on you.

His drawers are full of clippings and stories about Jack Taylor.

He knows all your cases, all your habits,

from your favorite drink to your favorite color.

His father died a few years back.

I never remarried.

Teenage boy needs someone to look up to.

I was hoping it'd be someone nice,

like Daniel O'Donnell.

Well, I'd have even settled for Bono.

But no.

He waited in that pub of yours like a loyal dog,

just waiting for you to show up again one day,

sure that you'd jump at the chance to become his partner.

- If you disapprove, why don't you call the guards on me?

- Boy needs to see what sort of a man you are,

what the job is really like.

The only way to cure these notions is...

I'm going up.

There's plenty of hot water if you'd like a shower.

The bed upstairs is much softer than the sofa.

Ah, sofa's grand.

Bit of a cradle-snotcher, isn't he?

Jack the lad.

- Excuse me?

- I mean, fair play to both of you for pulling it off.

What are you, 10, 15 years younger than him?

- What are you, 10, 15 years old?

Huh.

- Right.

So I looked into O'Shea again.

Nothing.

Then I checked news archives for the places where he worked the last few years.

Turns out that in Sydney, a 12-year-old girl

went missing while O'Shea was staying there.

Happened about two miles from where O'Shea lived.

Never solved, far as I can tell.

- Connected to O'Shea?

- No, but...

- Get on with it, Cody.

- But three weeks after the disappearance, O'Shea moves away.

I spoke to his landlord.

O'Shea had two months left on his rent.

- Doesn't have to mean anything.

- True.

Then O'Shea moves to Berlin, gets work on a construction site.

Nothing unusual, except I come across a news item.

12-year-old girl disappeared.

Again, not too far from where O'Shea lived.

Again, no connection to him at all.

But a month later, he moves away.

His boss on site says he's a good worker.

Would've kept him on, but he moves back to Galway.

So now, I recall something from looking

at all the old reports of unsolved crimes in Galway.

Three years ago, a 12-year-old girl went missing.

- I was posting Donna Gall back then.

- I checked with O'Shea's dad, and O'Shea was in

Galway that period, but moved away shortly afterwards.

- Who's the girl?

- Sally Buckley.

Guard investigation into Sally's disappearance got nowhere.

Guard thought some sickos passing through might have snatched her.

That didn't stop her father from going on a crusade of his own.

He must have spent a lot of time and a lot of money,

but in the end, he had nothing to show for it.

- Who is he?

- Ted Buckley.

- Yeah? - Ted Buckley.

It's Jack. How's the form?

- You've got the wrong number.

- Does the offer still stand?

- The offer was a one-half.

- Thanks to you, I have no options left.

Better the devil you know.

Are you interested in an ally or not?

- Be at the corner of Keith Street and Cross Street in an hour.

Someone will pick you up.

- Why stick your neck out?

- If Buckley is responsible for O'Shea and Caffrey's

dead, and I think that's almost a dead sir,

I need real evidence.

- But if Buckley wanted you off his back,

why not just kill you instead of Caffrey?

- Yes, his untwisted set of values about who

deserves to live and who deserves to die.

When you do up those laces, my back is killing me.

My back is killing me.

You don't go out much, do you?

Finally, a friendly face.

I had to hand it to you, Buckley.

You got me a horse nailed.

- What are you talking about?

- Caffrey.

You figured you got a wife beater off the streets of me off your case, right?

- I don't think so.

- And O'Shea, was he responsible for your daughter's death?

Get him over here.

I'm not here to judge your death.

You can help me hide help.

Maybe you can find somebody else to frame for Caffrey's murder.

- When?

- I'll be right back.

And why should I believe that you're genuine about joining us?

'Cause I got nothing left to lose.

Number 70.

Albert Nolan, drug dealer.

Not a big operator, but big enough to do serious damage to a lot of young lives.

- And you want me to do what?

- That's up to you. I just want them off the streets.

Anyone comes, I'll ring once. I'll wait around the back.

Go with him, make sure he does it.

I believe in you, son.

But I need to know that I can trust you completely.

Don't let me down.

Ready to jive?

- What the fuck do you want?

- Stay quiet, or I'll get very cross.

- What do you want? - From you.

Nothing.

- This is both clear.

Yeah, I recognize you from the photos.

- Fuck off! - What are you, 17, 18?

What the hell are you doing mixed up in this?

- If you touch me, my dad will kill you.

- Yeah?

Are you afraid of your dad?

He pull you into this?

- Nobody pulled me into anything.

Scum deserved to be punished.

Get the hell out of my house.

- Will you please... sit down and keep quiet?

No, Frankie.

You like me to do the birdie here.

Huh?

Smash his hands?

That way he can never count his old garden gains?

Or the old favorite kneecap and... Oh, please, no.

Why don't we go all the way?

It's up to you, Frankie.

Just say the word.

Just say the word. What'll it be?

No.

Hey. It's okay.

I'm here to help you.

That's your dad. Put your hood on.

He must have got fed up waiting.

No, birdie.

Have you ever had your ears pierced?

Huh?

This is exactly the same.

What's that?

Just the part you don't need.

Come on.

Come on. Let's go.

What's going on down there?

Liam?

What are we waiting for?

Hey.

I'll be in touch. Let's go.

Cheers, Mike.

Taylor's description's gone out to bus terminals, train stations, taxi drivers.

Every drunk from Ayre Square to Athan Rye has been interviewed.

Still nothing.

Are you sure this is not someone you're forgetting?

An old mate, a work associate?

Jack works alone.

Every Sherlock has a Watson.

I'm very perceptive of you.

Oh, well.

I'm a moment.

Yeah, not enough.

OK.

So it was a 20-minute drive.

Then they circled two roundabouts to throw you off.

Then a country lane,

judging by the branches hitting against the side of the car.

Then the castle, which was probably by the sea, because you smelled seaweed, right?

Something like that.

Cody,

I want you to find a phone number.

I've booked a bean-bean Clifton this weekend.

Just the three of us.

Like the old days.

That's a great idea, honey.

We'll talk about it this evening.

OK.

Frankie, school.

I'll walk.

OK.

He's all right, Frankie.

To help you.

No one can help me.

East of all you.

Want it for murder.

What do you know about Caffrey's murder?

How did the pikemen start?

How did the pikemen start?

Did it start with Sally?

Everything started with Sally.

I want to see you again.

I can't see the camp for them twice in the same day.

Why not?

Because you can't.

That's no answer.

Oi, Frankie!

You go on home, son.

Frankie, Dad said we should go together.

Just go on. Come later.

Go on.

Hey, Mum.

Where's Sally?

What do you mean?

What time do you call this?

I told you to come home after the cinema.

Yeah, and... Where's Sally?

I said her mum.

Where is she?

She was supposed to be home.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Where is she?

Where is she?

What's she doing?

She's not going to be home.

She's not going to be home.

She's not going to be home.

She's not going to be home.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Where is she?

I said to her home.

This is not him, Frankie.

She wants to come home with you.

Oh, Dad, what time did she leave you?

No, it's fine, Frankie.

Where the fuck is she?

Oh, Frankie.

Oh, Dad.

Oh, Dad.

Frankie.

You could have got your friends.

She wants to come home with you.

We never saw her again.

The guards never arrested anyone.

She just vanished.

We shouldn't have let her.

She walked across that field many times and nothing had ever happened.

Dad didn't speak to me for almost two years.

Not one word.

It's like I didn't exist.

And then one day he did talk to me.

Told me I had a chance to make up for what I did.

Too good makes Sally proud.

The pikeman?

I didn't want to do it, but Dad was talking to me again.

He said if I did this, everything would be good again.

Well, Shane.

Come on, Frankie. Yeah, I know about you, Shane.

Is he the one responsible for your sister's death?

Mom phoned out about Dad and beat you to kill her.

I got a friend.

She's a guard, but you like her.

Will you talk to her?

This can't go on, Frankie.

The central parking garage.

Midnight.

Hello?

Kate, can you talk?

Where are you?

The leader of the pikeman is called Ted Buckley.

His son's called Frances Buckley.

The boy knows how a Shane and Caffrey died.

If that's the case, give yourself up. We'll take it from there.

You know Clancy won't listen to me.

Besides, this kid, Frankie, he'll never open up under interrogation.

He needs a softer touch.

Kate, I need you to do this.

Can I count on you?

Yes.

The central parking garage. Fourth floor. Midnight.

Stay in your car. We'll find you.

♪♪♪

Everyone in position?

Units two and three in position.

Unit four in position.

Unit five in position.

We go on Kate's signal.

One feckin' peep before that and you'll be flippin' burgers and supermics.

What about this one here?

It's close to the sea. About half an hour drive up to the archery thirty-six.

That's Baldwin and Cody. Not the sea.

Come on, Frankie.

♪♪♪

There he is.

Stay here. If anything happens, get the hell out.

♪♪♪

He's here.

♪♪♪

Everything okay?

Frankie, this is Kate Nolan.

Hi, Frankie.

I just want you to know nobody's gonna force you to do anything.

It's fuckin' freezing in here.

There you go. Sorry. It's only lukewarm.

Kate, are we clear to go?

Jack hasn't told me much, but you must have been through a lot.

I can handle it.

I'm sure you can handle it.

But is it what you want?

Kate, are we clear to go?

Nobody was supposed to die.

There's supposed to be punishments only.

For a while.

Till we killed our share.

Hold position. Repeat. Everyone hold position.

Dad stopped looking for Sally.

He put all his efforts into the pikeman.

And into finding guys who had the same notions as he did.

So he made connections in the guards and social services.

They gave out information on criminals that were going unpunished.

One of these contacts was a guard.

He was involved in Sally's investigation.

And he finds out that a guy who had been interviewed at the time...

Niall Shay had just moved back to Galway.

So he does a check on a Shay and finds that he's been

in Australia and in Germany at the exact same time.

Two girls went missing.

Sally.

Could have been just a coincidence, but Dad had to know.

Where is she?

Where's who?

What did you do with her?

Please! I don't know what you're talking about.

No!

No.

And after Dad...

He couldn't stand the thought that he came so close to finding out where Sally was.

And now he might never.

Something snapped in his head.

He nearly killed that wino pie young.

Then he killed Caffrey.

No.

He didn't kill Caffrey.

You hold on now.

Oakley killed Caffrey to free me.

No.

Right, that's it. Move in.

Oh, no. Please.

You just move in. Let's go.

We've got to get out of here.

No.

Put them up on the stairwell!

We've got to get out of here.

Oh, then let's keep going.

Sorry. Lost him.

Ah, fuck it.

Fan out.

Get your pony cover back up.

Where's Noonan?

Where the fuck is Noonan six?

Frankie.

Come here.

Dad.

I can't do this anymore.

And all the last years have been hard on you, son.

You've suffered through hell.

And I'm sorry.

I have to tell the guards how it is.

I have to tell Mam.

Don't you think your mother has been through enough?

Can't you find her?

Will the truth make her feel any better?

No.

Maybe I should never have made you one of them.

Maybe you weren't ready.

Come home, son.

No. No.

Why do you want to betray us?

We're the only thing that gives Sally's death a name.

There is no meaning, Dad.

Sally's never coming back.

And we'll never find out what happened to her.

And punishing Sir Betty Crooks gives me into nothing.

All right.

No. No.

We'll end it.

Oh, no. Oh, Jesus. No. Jesus.

I'm out of here.

Come on, ambulance. No.

Dad.

Come on, ambulance. Will you cut that bastard?

Jesus Christ, Dad.

What have you done?

What had to be done?

Oh.

Oh, Frankie. Frankie.

Oh, Christ.

Ted, come out.

Come out.

Come out.

Stop inside.

Get out of here.

Get rid of those people on the end.

Your boyfriend didn't waste any time covering his tracks.

Jack didn't do this.

He tried to make the boy take the blame for Caffrey's murder.

The boy changed his mind and Jack took care of him.

And I think you know more about it than you're letting on.

-Dies Cavanagh. -What?

It had to be the pipeline.

We just have to figure out where they are.

They've narrowed it down to these.

There could be any one of them.

All by the sea, all around 20 minutes outside Galway.

What do we do?

Which one do we pick?

What if we pick the wrong one?

What if Jack dies 'cause we picked the wrong one?

What's that?

Family crest in Noxie Castle.

Two cross pikes.

Come on.

Ted.

Yeah, fine.

I'll get the plastic.

Come on.

If you hadn't gotten him to betray me,

if you hadn't appealed to his weak side,

you wouldn't have had to die.

Bollocks. It was your choice.

The right choice.

Is that how you feel?

Righteous.

You have no idea how I feel.

A little bit sad.

A little bit lonely.

No, Ted!

No traces.

I should be proud of you.

All the good deeds you've done in her name.

Get on the plastic, Jack.

Then it's back home to a loving wife and a bright future.

And that fire you feel inside.

The one that's burning its way through your gut.

Sure, that's not guilt.

That's heartburn because you're a righteous man.

Fuck this!

Step on the fucking plastic!

A righteous man, Ted!

Take the front door. I'll take the back way.

What do we do, Ted?

Wait for the cavalry to arrive?

You'll get, what, 15, 20 years?

That's not gonna put out the fire inside you?

You wanna put it out now?

Well, lucky you, you've come to the right place.

Jack! Get out of here!

What are you doing?

He butchered his own son. He doesn't deserve to live.

Who decides that? You?

Jack! Jack!

Get out of here!

So you're one of them now, are you? A pikeman?

You're not, Jack.

Jack, no!

I know you.

You know nothing about me, God.

You won't shoot him, Jack.

Holy mother of God.

Jack.

"Dear Mom, I've never written a letter before. It feels strange.

I've got a lot of things to tell you, but I don't know how to say them.

Me and Dad have done some bad things, very bad things.

Dad wanted to give Tim Caffrey a beating, make him think that Taylor had done it.

That would make Caffrey get back at Taylor, maybe even kill him."

What the fuck?

What's with the mask, Taylor?

We'll finish this now.

Maybe if I had let Caffrey kill Dad, then nothing more bad would have happened.

You would have been sad but never found out the truth.

But I couldn't.

When Dad saw what I had done, he looked at me and I swear he was proud of me.

Like he used to be before Sally died.

But now it didn't mean anything to me.

I felt so bad that I wanted to die.

But then I thought of Sally and I thought of you and I knew.

So, ma'am, the next time you see me, I'll probably be behind bars.

I hope you'll still want to talk to me.

Your son, Frankie.

Jack.

Niall was driven off the building. He never stood a chance.

So, it wasn't suicide.

He's gone to a good place though.

Why would anybody want to kill Niall?

It's difficult to tell.

If they thought he was someone else.

I made a mistake.

I suppose that was it.

He always had a knack of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, Niall.

Thanks, Jack.

You're welcome.

Oi, oi, skip.

Not sure on duty tonight.

Nope.

She's on probation.

Probation? I thought they'd give her a medal, at least for acting.

She said I could trust her.

First of all, you were a fugitive.

It was my duty to catch you.

And second of all, I tipped you off, didn't I?

I'm gonna try.

She was defending your honor, Scanlan.

What do you mean?

This detective was saying you killed Frankie.

She lost it. Slapped a fella.

Noonan struck a fellow officer.

That's why she's on probation.

Hey! Hey!

You're Jack Taylor, huh? Private eye?

No, Barbara Streisand, monkey tamer.

Ah, no, no, no. I'm pretty sure you're Jack Taylor.

Listen, a friend of mine needs to find somebody now.

And I told her that you do that sort of thing.

Yeah?

Tell her to give me a show.

Right.

Taylor and Cody.

I thought you worked alone.

No. You always need someone to cover your back.

All right.

Okay. I'll tell her. Thanks. Cheers.

We're partners.

Serious.

And Jack, thanks. I don't know what to say.

Cody, I appreciate you saving me hours,

but you really want to flush away all your hard-earned credibility

on sentimental violence.

Sláinte.

Garden omen.

Sláinte.