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Make sure Neilí is there when you put the evidence to him.

He killed his father. He could kill again.

I had forgotten you were like this.

Let me know when you've done it,

so I can get a photo of his perp walk.

Perp walk?

Don't chicken out now.

'Cause if you don't say it to him,

I will.

What's this?

A fucking banana?

I'm starving.

Here's some crisps for you.

I'm glad you find this amusing.

I don't. I'll go to the shops later.

And then what? What's the plan?

How long are you going to keep me here?

First, I need to find evidence.

Get the investigation looking at Joe and then we arrest him.

How long will that take?

That's up to you.

Why did Joe Lipsett order Máirtín's killing?

He knew too much.

Like me.

Why couldn't you have just let me leave?

You think they wouldn't track you down?

If you want out of this for good...

... help me get Aodh and Joe.

It doesn't matter.

They'll come for me, whatever you do.

I won't let that happen.

I promise you.

Look at Aodh's work.

You'll see.

You'll find your evidence.

Red diesel?

Is there an echo in here?

Yes, red diesel.

You need to speak to a mechanic, not us.

Are you taking the piss? Where's Barry?

What is the point of me going to the expense of installing the CCTV

if you won't do anything?

Barry's not in,

but do you want to fill out this form?

Idiot!

- Listen, I spoke to the Inspector. - And?

And...

... he doesn't want us to interview young Aodh under caution.

We're not to mention Máirtín Ó Tuairisc either.

Aodh's waiting.

Let's probe him on Iarla,

see if he can shed a light on where he has disappeared to.

It's all pointing to Iarla and Tara.

They live together.

They certainly have a motive for wanting Máirtín dead.

Come on.

I'm so sorry we kept you waiting.

I've to get to work.

What kind of work? Tours, is it?

Puffins, seals, stuff like that?

Yeah.

Lots of puffins.

- This time of year? - Yeah.

Your buddy, Iarla.

Any idea where he is?

No.

But if you see him,

tell him I need to talk to him.

The rally, yesterday.

- Who organised it? - It wasn't a rally.

Where did you get her from?

You're wasting my time.

Sit, Aodh.

There's no law against diffing.

How about assault with a deadly weapon?

Attempted murder?

You're looking at fifteen years.

Your car.

Lies. You stepped in my road.

Do not say another thing.

Now, I'm here to represent Mister Barrett.

Who are you?

Joe sent me.

Can I have a moment alone with my client?

Thank you.

Cupán Joe...

Joe Lipsett... that vegan?

Aye. He also owns the Wildlife Safari Tours.

Where Aodh works.

And...

Look at this.

It's a thriving business.

With steady returns.

That's odd.

It's not crazy money.

No, but...

... it never changes.

What are you getting at?

My Dad was in the local tourist business.

It's all seasonal round here - no consistency.

And puffins winter in Greenland.

My client has told me exactly what happened.

You blocked the only exit.

And violently prevented him from leaving.

The press will have an absolute field day.

Are you alright son?

You must have been frightened for your life.

Terrified.

My client, terrified for his life and the lives of his friends

acted in self-defence. And in fact,

my client might have to consider pressing charges.

I think you both know that,

given that you started the interview without me.

Which was very sneaky of you.

Now, if there's nothing else.

Great.

Have a nice day.

Why is Joe Lipsett sending a solicitor?

Cover his tracks?

What tracks?

Why would Joe Lipsett do it?

Why would he order Máirtín's killing?

Máirtín had changed his plea. He was going to admit his guilt.

What else would he admit?

This wasn't a professional hit.

Whoever did it,

tried to cut him up, but they couldn't hack it.

So they changed their plan.

Used a boat to dump him at sea,

in the hope he'd disappear, but...

But... they weren't cute enough to consider the tide.

Finally, it speaks.

The body washed up near Bád Eddie.

There's a current, out by the sound

which leads straight to that beach.

That's why there's always a good run there,

sea bass in particular.

Aodh works on a boat.

Fancy a trip on this 'Wildlife Safari'?

Fully booked.

Let's see if we can get on standby.

While I think about it,

Fintan Mackle was in earlier,

looking for an update on the Red Diesel case.

Conall... can I have a word?

Sorry, Barry, now's not a good time.

Now.

I'll start the car.

You alright?

It's about your dad.

What about him?

There are a couple of things.

You already showed me this.

I know, it means Art - your dad - didn't have Alzheimer's.

So he couldn't have wandered off unknowingly, could he?

Barry, I don't think it means--

Hang on... hang on.

There's something else.

Your phone was off for an eight-hour period

the day your dad went missing.

Why do you have my phone records?

I had reason to--

Reason to what?

What's it got to do with the coroner's case?

Why was your phone off?

Why was my phone turned off?

I dunno. Maybe I was out for a run.

Or the battery died?

Running... for eight hours?

What are you trying to say?

That maybe you were trying to hide your location.

Your girlfriend put you up to this?

No.

Are you accusing me of something here, Barry?

No. Not at the minute.

Really?

Because if feels like you are.

What do these documents prove?

Nothing separately, but when you look at them together--

What?

I'm just trying to follow the evidence.

Evidence?

But you don't have any evidence, Barry.

See? The previous day, no phone activity.

The day before that? Three phone calls.

The day before that, one call.

Are you seeing a pattern?

Conall...

Conall, I'm only--

Fix the thing you messed up in the first place.

Sort the paperwork.

Everything okay?

He was just looking for some advice on his Red Diesel case, eh Barry?

Will we go?

- What's up? - "Did you say it to him?"

Like I already told you, Conall's not a phone guy.

His phone is always off.

"I've been thinking. Maybe Conall dumped the body at sea."

Would you please stop?

This isn't helping.

"Well, we just need to find more evidence."

Brilliant. Why didn't I think of that?

I'll just magic up some CCTV of Conall

dumping his dad's body, will I?

"I'm on your side, Barry."

I know.

Neilí...

Where does Fintan Mackle live?

There's supposed to be a sailing in fifteen minutes.

Strangely lo-fi for a flourishing tourist business though?

No seats?

God forbid the tourists get too comfortable...

... and miss the puffins.

Okay, let's hang back, watch from the car.

Morning. Is your father here?

He's ploughing.

Good weather for it.

New yock?

See you get it taxed and insured.

Can you get your dad for me?

Fuck me. Is he still alive?

Who?

Dudley Beag.

A friend of my da's.

He was one of the wealthiest men in the county.

His addiction got the better of him.

Gambling?

Boats.

At one stage, he had eighteen boats.

His missus gave him an ultimatum.

Me or the boats.

He chose the boats.

Poor bastard.

That thing with Barry back at the station -

your dad's case.

Must be tough to have to go back over that, again and again.

It is what it is.

What do you think happened him?

I try not to think about it.

That's Joe driving.

And Aodh with him, what a surprise.

How can Iarla 'go missing'?

What is it you're not understanding?

What's going on here?

Why would Joe Lipsett send a solicitor for Aodh?

What's he trying to hide?

Is that Barry's girlfriend?

What's she doing?

Jesus, her timing.

What do you want?

I'm working on a story about people smuggling now.

Obviously Máirtín Ó Tuairisc was dumped at sea

but I was wondering--

What's this?

Are you alright, love?

Hey, what are you doing here?

Sorry about him, he was dragged up.

Hey, you're the podcaster, right?

Yes.

Nice to meet you.

- Are you sure you're alright? - I'm fine.

Now what?

I think it's time we talk to Joe Lipsett.

He's hiding something.

Well, I'm glad it's being taken seriously.

Finally.

Your man you have, who replaced Conall.

Oh... Neilí?

Yes, Neilí.

As useless as a spare cock on a horse.

Yes...

I wondered if you might have additional footage I could review?

Dating back say... two years?

I have hard-drives as far back as 2020.

Brilliant. Can I get a copy?

Fill your boots.

Mister Lipsett, we wanted to clear up

the confusion at the quarry yesterday.

Don't be daft.

Can we have a quick word?

Please, come in.

I make the money, Siobhán spends it on art.

Matcha shot?

Turmeric? Korean ginseng?

No thanks.

- Sure. - Good man.

That's class.

Thanks.

What do you reckon?

Yeah, lovely.

Listen, the young fellas.

The boy racers.

- That you employ. - Exactly.

Hundreds of years ago, they'd have been riding horses

and nobody would have batted an eyelid.

I don't mind them in the quarry.

They need to blow off steam.

They could be doing worse.

Like what?

I've been employing these youngsters for years.

I've seen all sorts.

We're looking to speak to one of your employees actually.

Iarla Gillespie.

Poor Iarla.

Is he still missing?

Siobhán gives out to me.

She says I can't solve everybody's problems.

What problems?

Iarla was basically a feral child.

Both parents dead.

Older brother dead.

Older sister emigrated,

looked after herself.

He ran with a bad crowd.

I hoped he would turn a corner, but...

Could I use your toilet?

That'll be the ginseng. Goes right through you.

It's a pity about Iarla...

Are you lost, Balor?

No, I was just...

... looking for the toilet.

You passed it there.

- Up here, is it? - Aye, up here.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

You found it then? She wanted to send out a search party.

You okay?

I've a question for Siobhán.

Do you run a nail salon in Letterkenny?

What about it?

I've just heard it's been shut down.

Boarded up.

Someone I know worked there and she's gone missing is all.

That place was owned by Siobhán's uncle, Ray.

You ran the salon?

Yes.

We paid the rates. Bills.

It was a rent-a-chair,

so we were never involved in hiring staff.

Is that who went missing?

Siobhan Lipsett. You're Ray's niece.

So you took her name? Lipsett.

Yes. I took Siobhán's name.

- I'm not ashamed of that. - No shame, then?

You weren't trying to hide anything?

Like a criminal record, or anything like that?

What were you doing down at the docks this morning?

- Excuse me? - Excuse me! Why did you hire a solicitor for Aodh?

- Conall... - What are you trying to hide?

Is it people trafficking?

You've got an active imagination.

And why wouldn't you?

Growing up in a house like yours.

Sexual abuse against children -

your mother must be turning in her grave.

Poor Mama. Or was she part of it?

Oh dear. I see you got your dad's temper.

Hopefully you didn't inherit his other habits.

Let's go!

If I ever see you on my property again, it better be with a warrant.

Prick.

Give me a heads up

next time we're due to do the good cop, bad cop routine.

The docks, the carboys, Jeta's disappearance, Máirtín's death.

Joe Lipsett - or whatever his name is - is connected to all of it.

Great theory, but we don't have any proof.

I have proof.

I found Iarla. at the ferry port last night.

I brought him to my dad's old house.

- He admitted it. - What?

Máirtín Ó Tuairisc.

He admitted everything.

Under the orders of Joe Lipsett.

You're shitting me.

Will Iarla talk?

I can persuade him to.

I'm sorry, I was going to tell you.

I know him and I needed to--

Spare me.

Is there anything else you're keeping from me?

No.

No, alright?

Iarla... that's all.

Just Iarla.

Is that you, Conall?

Well, Iarla...

I thought I might find you here.

Looks like someone got to him.

He's not here.

- You okay? - Just Iarla.

Okay, well I'll go back to the station,

do some digging on Joe Lipsett.

You use your local knowledge

to see if you can track down our runaway.

I will.

What a day.

What?

Oh my God.

What are we going to do?

We've no choice.

Forget about Joe Lipsett...

We have to arrest Conall.

On what charges?

Murder.

Blaithín's asleep.

Where is he?

- Iarla? - He's not here.

He didn't come home last night.

He's not answering his phone.

Was it you?

What?

The pyjamas?

Balor, what are you going on about--

- The fucken pyjamas, was it you? - You fuckin' lunatic.

You were in my house...

You were in my house that night, when that letter arrived.

What are you talking about?

Just... tell me.

What did you do with him?

With who?

With Dad.

Get out of my house.

Get out.

Out...

What's going on?

Where did you get this?

Fintan Mackle has a CCTV camera pointing onto the old bog road.

It's time stamped...

... from around when Art went missing.

Three miles from where his car was found abandoned.

And not only that...

... a couple of hours later...

That's why your phone went dark.

Conall Ó Súilleabháin...

You are not obliged to say anything but anything you do say

may be used in evidence.

- Wait. - Stop, Conall.

What's this?

The pyjamas my dad was wearing the day he disappeared.

They were sent to the house.

And this image...

... was sent to my house, the day of the inquest.

That doesn't change anything.

Of course it does.

Yes, I drove my dad up to the bog that day.

And I left him there, because...

I washed my hands of him.

I assumed he'd turn up, alive or dead.

He didn't die there.

He didn't die there,

because the pyjamas are proof he isn't dead.

There is no murder.

There is... no murder.

There is a wider criminal operation at play here.

Drugs, people, money...

Who else has the resources and the backing?

You know me.

I'm telling the truth.

This is our opportunity to cut off the head of the snake.

It all stops the minute you put those handcuffs on me.

Joe Lipsett wins.

But the three of us,

working together...

... we can stop it.

And the whole Lipsett house of cards comes tumbling down.

You better be right.

Are you sure about Joe Lipsett?

A hundred per cent.

Listen up.

I'm feeling generous.

I'm going to give you one last chance

to prove... you're no tout.

- Got it? - Yes, yes...

This is how you're going to make it right.

I want you to get rid of Conall Ó Súilleabháin.

- Get rid of him? - Get rid of him.

How?

Aodh had a good idea. Tell him Aodh.

Assault with a deadly weapon.

What deadly weapon?

Your car.

A hit and run.