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I'm going to go out on a limb...

This was a shark attack.

Around here? You're messing.

There's been talk of Great Whites coming up from the Mediterranean.

Now the sea's getting warmer.

Sorry... did I put my foot in it?

Sure you have to get your 'sea legs'.

- Leave off, please. - Leg off, is it?

Check this out.

It's just a couple of teenagers.

Stay back.

Stay back...

Stay back.

Turn off the phones.

Turn off your phone!

Just a couple of teenagers, is it?

Wait.

".. where a human leg was found on a local beach,

Trá an Fhíogaigh.

There has been no official statement from the Gardaí as yet,

but a Garda spokesman insisted that images shouldn't..."

"I'll be speaking shortly to the journalist

Ciara-Kate Ní Bhraonáin,

about some notable missing people in Donegal."

It's Art Ó Súilleabháin.

Scumbag.

Where's your father, huh?

Call yourself a Garda...

You fucking prick.

Out of the way...

Let them through... move.

This way.

That Neilí is some character.

Reckons we have a shark problem.

We can set up...

- That's a man's leg. - We don't know yet.

Forensics are on their way.

Don't worry.

I didn't deserve this, son.

Who is it, Conall?

Whose body is it?

You've nothing to say, Conall?

We all know who it is.

It's Art Ó Súilleabháin.

There's plenty of space in here.

Great.

- You okay? - Yeah.

Have you somewhere to stay? I've a new place.

It's right on the beach. I've a spare room.

Thanks, Barry. But that's okay.

"This is Fintan Mackle.

I want to report a robbery. Three hundred gallons of diesel."

"Páidí Mac Suibhne here, just arrived up to work there

at the Lipsett Quarry.

There's a burned out car here that wasn't there yesterday."

Could be connected to the prison break?

We're here for the human remains.

But it's worth checking out.

No number plates. No computer.

It's been stripped.

Stolen?

Whoever torched it knew how to cover their tracks.

Some of the VIN is still on this.

It's very damaged.

I know someone who can get it back.

Do you know any boy racers around here?

One, anyway.

Iarla Gillespie.

A friend's younger brother.

I missed a call from him a couple of nights ago.

After the prison break?

Get the phone number to Barry,

ask him to call Fiona in Letterkenny,

see if he can get a location on where the call was made.

There may be a connection between Iarla and the prison break.

I'll try him.

"Hey, this is Iarla. Don't leave a message, I won't listen to it."

Who's this person who can take a look at the VIN?

This is your specialist?

Hugh?

What about you, Aodh? Is Hugh around?

Hugh...

Go out back.

There's an order to put in.

What can I do for you?

- There's a burnt out vehicle-- - In Lipsett's quarry.

It's been stripped.

But there's a partial vehicle identification number.

We were hoping you might be able to help us

to find out who owned it.

Dunno.

Looks fucked.

Excuse me?

We've reason to believe it was involved in a crime.

What crime would that be?

Máirtín Ó Tuairisc's prison break?

It was a miscarriage of justice.

Like what happened to my brother.

Ray Lipsett.

He was no angel.

And God knows...

... that we had our differences.

But at least...

he wasn't a dirty paedophile,

like your father.

And we all know...

... what you did with him.

That's enough.

Stop.

Come on...

What was that all about?

We never liked each other.

You're kidding me.

Where does Iarla Gillespie live?

Hi Tara. Detective Aoife Cooney.

You might know Detective Ó Súilleabháin.

We're looking for Iarla Gillespie.

I believe he resides here?

- Yes. - Can we speak to him?

I haven't seen him for a couple of days.

He's not answering his phone.

Where's Iarla working these days?

In the Lipsett seaweed factory.

Thanks.

If you hear anything, call us.

What was that all about?

- What? - The daggers she gave you.

Seaweed crisps.

Have you ever tried them?

They'd make me want to vomit.

- How are you? - I'm well. What can I do for you?

We're here for a welfare check on Iarla Gillespie.

Yeah, Iarla didn't show up for work today, or yesterday.

But... Siobhán?

- What is it? - Siobhán?

My wife looks after the admin side of things.

Hiya Balor!

- How're things, Siobhán. - Fine, and you?

They're looking for young Iarla.

Just wondering, was he working on the 12th?

No, and he's been AWOL for a few days.

He has left me in the lurch, if I¹m being honest.

When you do find him, let him know I'm going to kill him.

Not literally, obviously.

Sorry. Inappropriate.

If you do hear from him...

Thanks. Oh, I've a little gift for you.

Just a minute... this is for you.

And... so we're launching the seaweed crisps next week.

They don't just come in one flavour.

There's cheese and roast beef...

Sorry, I know you're very busy.

But let me know what you think.

- We will indeed. Thank you. - You're welcome.

- Right, Siobhán. - Cheerio, Balor.

That's grand. Yes, of course.

This came in earlier for you.

Thank you.

Okay, we'll talk tomorrow.

That was the coastguard.

They're calling off the search for the night.

But they'll be back out tomorrow.

Fiona came through with a location for where Iarla made the call.

- Where was it? - Any potential safe houses there?

I checked the maps and found this abandoned place.

Look at this.

Someone burning evidence?

Bleach...

And shite.

I think forensics should take a look.

- Is this the turn? - Yes, just up here on the left.

Is it that awful being home?

Don't look at me like that.

Something has been bothering you all day.

What is it?

I was seeing a girl,

but she's disappeared. I can't find her anywhere.

I think she was here illegally.

That's terrible.

Did you let Missing Persons know?

- No, not yet. - Do it, Conall.

We have to stick to protocol, it doesn't matter what others do.

Where are you staying?

I'll sort something.

Okay. Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Thought you might need supplies.

Good man.

That's ready.

Good work.

There was a study on haunted houses a few years back

and though they didn't find any ghosts,

every one of them had fungus like that.

The spores make you uneasy,

give you bad dreams, hence...

Ghosts. Bad for your lungs too.

- Better wash it off. - Yeah.

The leg.

My gut is telling me that it's your dad.

I'm inclined to agree.

We're checking with the missing persons' database

here and in the UK.

I got that copy of Art's medical records for the coroner.

But it's saying he had a UTI.

Not Alzheimer's. Is that right?

- That's a GP report? - Yes.

It's an old one.

The hospital consultant made a recent diagnosis.

Better check that out.

Room at the inn for a girl and a bottle of wine?

Thank you.

Only for tonight.

Nice.

It's not that cool, you know, to just land in.

- You hungry? I brought Chinese. - I've eaten.

Where's the cork screw?

None for me. It's a school night.

Suit yourself.

So... what's it like having Conall back in work?

- Fine. - Any update on the leg?

- Is it Art's? - We're not having this conversation.

Look as much as I'd like to shoot the breeze,

my girlfriend's coming online soon, so I don't want--

Oh my God, what girlfriend?

Barry, tell me.

You're sure she's not AI?

Yes. She's not AI.

Or a catfish?

Please tell me you're not sending her any money.

What's all this?

I'm helping her learn Irish.

She's not AI.

Ok, ok...

She's nine hours ahead

and we usually chat before her work.

Which is now.

So...

Good luck.

Get her to say 'potato'.

AIs lose their shit when you ask them that.

- Get out. - But maybe they've evolved.

Out.

It's your leg.

It's your leg, isn't it?

It is.

Why did you do it?

I left you in the bog. Where did you go?

Where are you?

Where are you... where are you?

Where are you? Where are you?

I didn't deserve this, son.

"They've found a body."

Right, I'll come down now.

That's Máirtín Ó Tuairisc.

And he's missing a leg.

Probably the leg we found on the beach?

You think?

Great, I'll speak to you later.

So the boy racers break him out and then kill him?

Looks like it.

Christ. I'll update the Inspector.

He'll not be happy getting a call this early.

You get on to forensics, tell them to get back here.

We'll leave Dumb and Dumber in charge here

and we'll go inform next-of-kin.

This never gets easier.

I can do the talking. It might be easier.

Sure.

- Why are the Gardaí here? - How would I know?

- Will you take her? - Hi, Bláithín.

How're things? Do you want to play?

It can't be good.

Is this your colouring-in book?

I'm afraid we've bad news about Máirtín.

Bláithín...

They'll do the postmortem today,

but because it's a murder investigation,

they might keep him up to 72 hours

before he's released to the next of kin.

Me? I don't want anything to do with him.

I'll get you his mother's number.

We appreciate how difficult this is.

He got what was coming to him.

I don't know what I'm going to tell Bláithín.

He may have been a shit partner, but he was her dad.

I'm really sorry, I have to ask,

where were you on the 12th?

The day Máirtín escaped?

- You think I did this? - I have to ask, that's all.

I was in Letterkenny.

Where?

Ask Conall.

He'll tell you.

So... Tara and her daughter

stayed over in my place.

Iarla?

- Conall... - How're things?

Did you not get my messages?

Yeah, I was going to call you back.

I was just worried about you.

- Are you okay? - Yes.

Why did you call me the other night?

Pocket dial, that's all.

Conall...

I'm sorry I didn't tell you about that.

- I'm sorry. - Keys.

You are her alibi...

... in a murder investigation.

Don't be stupid. She's not a suspect.

Excuse me. Don't be stupid?

Have you forgotten who's in charge here?

Tara didn't murder Máirtín.

Everybody's a suspect until they're not.

Alright, I should have told you.

Is that it?

- What? - I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry, alright?

I forgive you.

Tara was very calm.

Didn't flinch.

- Wasn't surprised. - She's in shock.

Or she's delighted she's got you

to vouch for her whereabouts.

There's no record?

You sure?

Yeah. Art Ó Súilleabháin?

Alright, thanks for that. Bye. Bye. Bye.

I think they were together a few years before Bláithín arrived.

Here you are.

DNA is a 100 per cent match for Máirtín.

So the boy racers spring Máirtín,

and then they kill him. Why?

You must know all of Carraignanaul's deep, dark secrets.

I called the hospital.

They have no records for your Dad's Alzheimer's diagnosis.

- Nothing. - And...?

Do you remember the consultant's name?

Jesus Barry, it was over two years ago.

Someone for you at the desk, Baz.

We need Conall's phone records.

What did you say?

Everybody's saying he had something to do with Art's disappearance--

No, hang on, hang on, hang on...

So why does he keep deflecting?

Why won't he answer simple questions?

Where was he when we were out on the bog

with the cadaver dogs? For weeks?

It was very traumatic for him...

That's Art's leg, isn't it?

What?

Which makes this a murder case.

No, it's...

It belongs to Máirtín Ó Tuairisc. The DNA matched.

Why the hell didn't you tell me?

Because we haven't released any information to the press.

You have now.

Ciara-Kate, the story is embargoed

but you have a head start.

- Good enough. - I mean it.

You can't post anything until I say so.

Yeah, yeah. I need more on Máirtín.

Who did it? Why?

- How... when? - I have a job.

I can't do your one too.

I'm going to need to stay an extra night.

Don't worry, I won't get in the way of you and your bot.

- Good night. - Right, see you tomorrow.

Conall, can you hang around

and we'll track down this phantom consultant.

Get that missing report boxed off.

Sorry, Barry, I have somewhere to be.

'I'd better look into that.'

We all know what you did with him.

I haven't got to that VIN yet.

That can wait.

That security camera...

I want to see that security camera.

Look out the door.

It's up there, on the roof.

I want to see that security camera.

I want to see the tapes from that security camera.

Are you threatening me?

No, I'm not threatening you.

Not at all.

I just want to see the tapes...

... from that security camera.

Get a warrant.

There are no fucking tapes, ya numpty.

It's for show.

Who put the camera there?

Aodh.

And I've never once had a break-in.

You were always a hot head.

Why is this CCTV footage so important to you?

Does your young fella work here every day?

No.

He has another job.

Was he working here on the 12th?

See for yourself.

Has this got something to do with Máirtín Ó Tuairisc?

It was his body they found, wasn't it?

As you can see,

Aodh was working with me all day.

There you are.

We've a big bag of cans...

And a fire going.

Here...

... what were the Gardaí doing around your house earlier?

Nothing.

Don't annoy me.

Today.

Conall and the other one, they were at yours.

- What did you say to them? - Nothing.

They were there to talk to Tara. Máirtín's ex.

And you said nothing?

Keep your mouth shut.

Yeah? You too.