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Hello, love.

Well done.

[ Sobs ] Oh, Christ, I missed you.

Yeah. I missed you too, darling. I've missed you, too.

Oh, dear.

[ Laughs ]

You look well.

-God, it's been a long time. -I know.

-Uh, come in, come in. -Yeah.

Do you want a hand with your bags?

No, no. I'm fine. I'm fine.

-Paul! -No, no.

I'll be grand. I'll be grand.

-The kids are dying to see you. -Yeah. I bet. Yeah.

The house isn't ready until tomorrow,

so we've got you in our little box room for tonight.

-Is that okay? -Oh, yeah. It's grand.

-ROSE: Granda! -Come here to me, you eejits!

-[ Laughs ] -CHILDREN: Granda!

Oh! Oh, Jesus! Oh, no. You're too heavy.

Oh, God! You had too many spuds!

[ Chuckles ] Here. Wait a minute. Look. Look.

Brought some presents for youse.

What have you got? Here we go! Get it!

Go on. Take them in the living room.

Granda will be along in a bit.

Ah, yeah.

You all right, Jim?

Oh, Paul.

How was your flight?

Yeah. Good, thanks. Good. Yeah. You keeping well?

-Oh, yeah. Yeah. I'm okay. -Yeah. Good.

Paul's been, uh, digging a slurry pit in the farm,

so he's exhausted.

Yeah. Well, you know me. Well used to shoveling shite.

[ Chuckles ] Yeah.

-Will I make you some tea, Jim? -Oh, Marjorie.

Seeing as how not one of youse is going to offer?

We're just chatting, Mum.

Jim.

-How are you? -I'm good, yeah.

Will you have a bite to eat now as well?

I've made my nice bread, and it's still warm.

Oh. Sounds wonderful. Yeah.

-It's good to see you, Jim. -You too.

We'll take good care of you, now.

Don't you worry.

[ Chuckles ]

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She's great, isn't she?

Yes.

Well, look. I-I'll just -- I'll take me bags and, uh...

-Yeah. -Sure. Yeah.

Uh, it's -- it's the first door on the right, Dad.

Okay.

Yeah.

I don't want him to worry about anything.

[ Door closes ]

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[ Xylophone chiming ]

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[ Line ringing ]

CAT: Hey. You've reached Cat's phone.

Leave me a message and I'll get back to you.

-Okay. Thanks. Bye. -[ Beep ]

Hi, Cat.

It's...It's me.

Um...I'm back.

I'm...staying the night in Fiona and Paul's

till I move into this temporary place tomorrow, and...

...be really nice to hear from you, darling.

Um...give me a call if you can.

I hope everything's all right with you.

Hopefully we'll talk soon.

Bye, now.

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MARJORIE: Did you have a nice time away, Jim?

JIM: I did, yeah. I did.

But, uh, I think I was away too long.

You know, it's time -- time to come home.

Yes, and just in time for the twins' First Communion.

So I hear.

MARJORIE: I always fancy taking a long break myself.

Everyone does it when they're young these days,

but I never had a chance.

I thought about a cruise.

Marjorie.

MARJORIE: What?

I'm just asking your father about his holiday.

Well, obviously I would have chosen different circumstances,

but I have to agree with Marjorie, you know?

Going away in later life can be really fulfilling.

Especially after all you've been through.

They should never have put you on trial.

I'd say the same to anyone, and I have.

Paul will tell you.

They should never even have charged you.

-It was a terrible injustice. -Thank you, Marjorie.

The jury saw through it, and still they punished you,

Taking your license.

There's no justice in this country.

Just revenge.

It's not right.

Still...wonderful you had such a nice time.

[ Chuckles ] Yeah.

Were you recognized?

Well, look.

I don't think they sell The Irish Post in Evora, Paul,

but, uh, if they did, they were very polite about it.

You'll be staying on the farm. Is that right?

JIM: Yeah. For a little while, yes.

Funny old place.

Tom and Gillian did it up a few years ago

as some sort of holiday let.

But who comes to the Midlands on holiday?

You'll love it, Dad. It's fine.

No. I'm sure it'll be fine. I'll be fine.

And your friends have been really tremendously generous,

but, uh, but it's only until I get myself sorted out.

I don't want to overstay my welcome.

It's just sitting there empty. They're thrilled to have you.

I-I was thinking, actually, as I'm staying on the place...

maybe I could help out a bit.

-What, on the farm? -JIM: Yeah.

Make myself useful until I can pay my way.

-Oh, they won't want your money. -It's all sorted, Dad.

No. I'm sure it'll be fine, but I don't want anything for free.

I'm pretty handy, you know?

I was brought up on a farm.

You know, uh, hedge trimming, that kind of thing.

But I-I don't want to step on anybody's toes, of course.

Oh, no, no. Paul will find you something.

Uh, I-I don't know at all.

It's all fairly organized,

and I don't know if there'd be that much for you to do.

I mean, they keep me fairly busy.

He can help you with the pig, can't he?

Yeah. Whatever you think yourself, Paul.

Yeah. No. Of course, Jim.

I'm, uh, sure we'll find something for you to do.

Thanks.

MARJORIE: Still, it's wonderful you're here

for the children's Communion.

Yeah. It's great.

Say good night to Granda.

-Night, Granda. -Night-night, darling.

Ah. Fast asleep.

Ah. Great.

Do you know it's their First Holy Communion next week?

-[ Laughs ] -Did Marjorie tell you?

'Cause it's their First Holy Communion next week.

Well, it's great that she's excited, though, isn't it?

Yeah. It'll be nice.

It'll be nice to get the family together.

Cat, Michael?

Well, Cat says yes, but we'll see what that means.

Michael will be there.

He's got himself a new job. Did I tell you that?

-Oh. -Estate agent.

[ Laughs ]

Oh, Christ. Well, good for him.

-Good for him. -Mm.

-He's living with Wicko. -Hm.

-Got a lovely little flat. -Hm.

You still haven't spoken?

No. I tried, but...

He just doesn't understand yet what happened.

He'll get there.

Maybe you could talk when you see him.

Yeah.

How are you, darling?

Yeah. I'm fine.

You know.

I've had to stop driving.

Yeah. What have the doctors got you on?

Just stuff for cramps, but I'm okay.

I'm actually -- I'm doing okay.

If there's anything you need,

I've still got loads of friends down at the MND clinic.

They were really good to your mother.

Yeah. I'm fine.

What about Paul?

Looking after you? Has he gone to the appointments?

Well, yeah. He gets tired.

He has to work, you know?

And to be honest, I prefer to go to those on my own.

I'm sure I can go with you now.

You know, whenever you want, just ask.

I'm here now, so...

Okay.

I shouldn't have stayed away for so long.

But I'm here now.

I'm gonna put things right.

I really want to put things right.

I know you do.

But so much has changed since Mam died, Dad.

Not everything can be fixed.

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[ Gasping ]

[ Thudding ]

[ Grunting ]

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[ Gasping ]

[ Fox screeching in distance ]

[ Vehicle approaching ]

[ Door opens, closes ]

MAN: Hey. Miss?

Miss?

Are you okay?

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Well, lads, she's looking good.

He's showing you up there, Paul.

Look at the state of you. [ Laughs ]

Yeah. Well, I'll be feeling it in the morning.

You'll be wishing he'd let me hire a bloody digger.

But he won't hear of it.

He's not happy unless he's run into the fecking ground.

Why don't you take the rest of the day off, Jim?

I can finish off here.

Don't be looking at him, Paul. He's fine.

So, Jim, how's the old house there treating you, anyway?

Have you got everything you need?

Oh, yeah. Everything and more.

And rest assured, I've started the old job hunt,

so I'll be out from under your feet.

Ah, don't you worry about that.

Do you know, when Paul came here first,

he was always going on about finishing

that charter ship of his.

But he's a proper farming convert now.

Look at him. He's as happy as a pig in shit.

[ Laughs ]

Uh-oh. Boss incoming!

[ Engine shuts off ]

[ Birds chirping ]

-Hello, you. -Hey, love.

Hello, Gillian. How was Dublin?

Good. Productive.

You must be Jim.

-Uh... -Ah, come on.

I've shook filthier hands.

It's so good to meet you. I've heard so much about you.

Yeah. Thanks for letting me stay.

Not at all. It's my pleasure.

So, what are you doing getting into a big, dirty pit

with this pair?

Jim has kindly volunteered his services.

I just wanted to make myself useful.

There's no point in accepting all your hospitality

and then sitting on me arse.

Ah, come here. You're as good as family.

So, have you had the grand tour?

Uh, not officially, no.

Let me give you a lift up, and I'll show you around.

-Okay. -Do you mind, lads?

Oh, no. Not at all.

Right, Paul. Come on. I'll show you how it is done.

[ Birds chirping ]

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Oh. What's this?

Is this for Communion?

I thought you were taking them to get shoes.

They wanted to make their little presentations.

We'll go tomorrow.

Oh, dear. Was there something you wanted from town?

Oh, no, no. It's fine.

Mam, come help us.

Just give me two secs, love.

You mind watching them a moment longer?

Sure, that's all I do.

[ Dog barking in distance ]

Hi. It's me.

Look, I'm sorry to do this at such short notice,

but can we meet in town instead?

It's just my house has suddenly gotten a bit busy.

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No. I won't get a lift.

There'd be too many questions.

I'll get the bus. It'll be fine.

Okay. I'll see you then.

Bye.

[ Cows lowing ]

GILLIAN: I took over the construction business

from my dad when he died,

so I'm back and forth all over the place.

[ Chuckles ]

I try to take a bit of a step back these days,

but it's hard when that's what keeps this place going.

But fingers crossed, it can start paying for itself soon.

JIM: Well, good for you.

You've got a beautiful home.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Fiona told me how fond you were of your old place.

I'm so sorry you had to leave it.

Aye, yeah. Well, look.

It wasn't much use to me on me own, was it?

Still.

Here. I want to show you our new venture.

[ Keypad beeping ]

[ Box closes, door opens ]

This way.

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[ Horses snorting ]

Hello, handsome boy.

Lunar Breeze.

We bought him for practically nothing as a yearling.

He won a Grade 2, then he cracked his hip.

He's got an incredible lineage.

I think he'll sire winners.

We've started to breed him -- 13 grand a shag.

-[ Chuckles ] -It's not a bad life, eh?

No indeed.

He's magical, isn't he?

He's really lit up the place.

This business will be Tom's if it goes well.

Then Dad's business can run itself, and I can...

Take a holiday?

-Something like that. -Yeah. I understand.

[ Horse whinnies ]

Listen.

I hope you don't mind, but...

I wanted to get a moment with you.

I'm worried about Fiona.

I think she's finding things difficult.

But it's hard, because she doesn't say anything.

But I don't think she's getting all the support that she needs.

You'll take care of her, won't you?

She's been so looking forward to having you back.

Of course.

KIAN: Come on, Shane. Do something decent.

OWEN: Do a wheelie or something.

KIAN: Let me have a wee go.

[ Indistinct conversation ]

Hey, lads. Mind the car.

It's, you know, it's only a hire.

KIAN: You're the one killed his wife?

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I recognize you.

Do you, now?

Well, if that's what you really think, fellas,

maybe you'd be as well keeping your mouths shut.

Mind the car.

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[ Down-tempo music playing ]

I'm just popping out.

If you wait till we're done, I can give you a lift.

No. It's fine. Don't worry.

Fiona?

You're not supposed to be driving.

I'm not driving. I'm getting the bus.

Who is it you're meeting that you can't meet here?

Jesus Christ. I'm just going into town.

Is that okay?

Can I leave the bloody house on my own?

Kids, behave for Granny.

[ Door closes ]

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[ Siren wailing in distance ]

JIM: Uh, listen. I'm looking for my daughter.

She's been in an accident.

-What's her name? -Uh, Fiona. Fiona Crowley.

Fiona.

Hey. Darling, are you all right?

What in the name of God happened to --

They think she's fine, Dad.

They're just gonna keep her overnight.

Michael.

Fiona...can you tell me what happened?

What happened to you? Can you tell me?

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[ Sighs ] Jesus.

[ Water pouring ]

Jim.

[ Water bubbling ]

Been a while. How are you doing?

Yeah.

What do we owe the pleasure?

I'm here to speak to your daughter when she's ready.

She doesn't need the guards.

I'm actually a detective now, Jim.

Yeah.

The, um, witness who found your daughter

told us Fiona tried to leave the scene

even after the ambulance had been called.

She was in shock.

She didn't have a license,

and she couldn't explain why she was driving

or where she was trying to go.

I'm just a bit concerned that maybe Fiona's in a bit of...

trouble.

Won't be for nothing now,

but, uh, seeing as I'm familiar with the family,

I thought I'd pop down, you know,

have a chat... make sure everyone's safe.

She was looking for her husband.

He was missing. She was worried about him.

So where was he?

We don't know.

He's still missing.

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[ Indistinct conversations, dishes clanking ]

It feels so odd being this covert.

I think Marjorie thinks I'm having an affair.

Why is that funny? I could have an affair.

I could totally have an affair --

a hot, steamy affair.

You're too good. You're too nice.

God, that's damning.

Look. I'm -- I'm just going to come out with it.

We need to talk about what happened with Paul.

-No. We've talked about this. -I don't want Dad to find out.

And he's going to.

He's g-- He's gonna realize

he's not the only reason we don't see you anymore.

That's not my problem.

Michael, please.

I hate this. I hate things being like this.

If Paul wanted to talk, would you at least meet?

Does he even want to talk?

Would you meet with him?

If Paul wants to talk, I'll talk.

[ Sighs ] Thank you.

Dad wants to see you, by the way.

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I know I don't need to say it,

but you were waiting for me to say it.

So there. I've said it.

Dad should be in prison.

It weighs on him, Michael. You can see it.

I don't care if it weighs on him.

I don't care if it breaks his fucking spine.

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He killed Mam.

He never would've said a word about it if it wasn't for Cat.

Then he tried to turn us against her.

Cat's forgiven him.

Yeah. Well, that's her choice, isn't it?

Look, you don't have to do whatever you don't want to do.

I'm...I'm not gonna make you speak to Dad.

I'm just...trying to keep some semblance of peace here.

Okay? Nag over.

[ Music continues ]

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Animal grunting ]

JIM: Was it the dogs?

No.

She got caught up in the fence, dehydrated.

Birds have already started on her.

So you're not gonna call the vet?

She's been waiting long enough.

Better to just put her out of her misery.

[ Thud, bones crack ]

You want to grab her legs?

[ Sheep bleating in distance ]

[ Carcass thuds ]

You okay?

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Yeah. Yeah.

[ Door opens ]

[ Music continues ]

Stop!

PAUL: What is it?

Oh, for Jesus --

-[ Door closes ] -Christ.

-Look at that. -What?

They keyed me car.

What?

That's those little bastards messing about up here.

Ah, Jim, no. I...

I'm sure it was just an accident, like.

Okay. Okay. Well, you go ahead. I'll catch up.

Oh, go on. I'll catch you up.

[ Door closes ]

[ Engine starts ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

OWEN: Is Kian all right with this?

SHANE: He's fine. Just a tiny bit.

Go on. Have a go at that. It's good.

OWEN: I don't know, man. It's too much.

SHANE: Piss off. It's just a line.

OWEN: Could you make it a bit smaller?

SHANE: Fuck's sake.

[ Blade scraping, tapping ]

[ Exhales sharply ]

What do you want?

Who keyed me car?

This is a working yard. Things get scratched.

Oh, yeah?

What do you think the boss would say

if he knew what was going on in here?

I don't know. What is going on in here?

Don't try that bollocks with me.

Behind all that bravado,

you're just a couple of frightened eejits.

GILLIAN: Jim.

Didn't know I would see you here.

[ Chuckles ]

You've met my son, then -- Owen?

Yeah, briefly. Yeah. Yeah.

OWEN: His car got caught by one of the trailers.

He's asked us to paint it for him.

Oh, Jim, I'm so sorry. What a pain.

Yeah.

But thanks, pet. That's very sweet of you.

The boys run a workshop.

Mostly they're just arsing around with old tractors,

but sometimes they come in useful.

There's cake in the kitchen if you want some afternoon tea.

Help yourselves.

OWEN: Thanks, Mam.

You too if you want, Jim.

Oh, yeah. Thanks.

Thanks.

[ Birds chirping ]

Shit. You found her, then?

Tom. Yeah.

I was gonna take her to the incinerator,

but I thought I'd check with you first.

Sure. That's fine.

Poor old bitch.

Thanks, Paul. Appreciate it.

[ Gate closes ]

You're coming for dinner later, aren't you?

Yeah.

Want anything brought in?

Uh, no. I shouldn't.

Go on. You will. Don't give me that.

It's just the once.

Don't make me get into trouble on me own.

Right, Jim. Maybe just some cans, I suppose.

Good man.

And take that worried look off your face.

-It's all in hand now, isn't it? -Huh?

Go away with that. I'll see you later.

[ Keypad beeping ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Horses snorting ]

[ Smooches ]

Good boy.

You're a good boy, ain't you?

Careful, now.

All right, fella.

[ Music continues ]

[ Voice breaking ] Good boy.

[ Sobs ]

[ Music continues ]

[ Indistinct conversations, laughter ]

There you are. Go for it.

-Oh, he will. -Thank you.

[ Both laugh ]

Paul, you're driving us home.

It's just down the fucking road.

GILLIAN: Fiona, can I get you anything?

-No, no. I'm grand. -Are you sure, my love?

FIONA: Yeah.

-Jim? -No. This looks great.

Just maybe a bit of gravy there. Oh, yeah. Brilliant.

-[ Cellphone ringing ] -GILLIAN: There you are.

JIM: Thank you.

Do you know what? It's great to have you all here.

Cheers.

-Cheers. -GILLIAN: Cheers.

To new arrivals. Jim, you're welcome.

Thank you, Tom.

And to old --

Well, to Gillian. [ Laughs ]

You are such an arse.

Yeah. You just keep laughing.

Won't be me who'll be sleeping in the barn with the pigs.

I shall be happy to be in the comfort of my own kind.

[ Laughs ]

And no doubt I'll still hear you up here,

snoring and farting away.

[ Laughter, cellphone ringing ]

Jesus. Will you put that phone away?

Do you get this with your two?

Oh, they're a bit young for phones.

TOM: Well, God help you when they're not.

All over after that.

I don't even know who the fuck he talks to.

Hardly says a word to us in the real world.

But on that thing, he's bloody James Joyce.

[ Laughs ]

So tell me, are the kids all excited

about staying on at St. Catherine's?

What's this?

TOM: I was saying to you earlier about it's all in hand --

the fees.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Oh, shit.

Sorry, Paul. I thought you knew.

We hadn't actually discussed it yet.

Hold on. Sorry. No.

What's going on?

Tom and Gillian have kindly offered

to take up the children's school fees

so they don't have to leave at the end of term.

We just -- We know how much they loved it there

and how sad they were to have to leave.

And what's a godparent for anyway, you know?

I'm not exactly leading the way

in their good Catholic instruction.

Really tremendously generous of you, Tom.

Well, it's a lot of money, Tom.

So what are we going to do with it?

Our lad's grown up now,

and the animals won't do much with a private education.

[ Laughs ]

[ Music continues ]

God, I-I hope I haven't caused any offense.

-I'd never -- -No, you haven't.

Um, I'm grateful.

It's incredibly generous. Thank you.

Well, it's our pleasure.

GILLIAN: You all right, love?

Yeah. Yeah. Fine.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

For Christ's sake, Owen!

Sorry. Just be a bit.

[ Sighs ] God, but he's an odd bastard.

It'll just be something to do with the boys, I'm sure.

[ Door closes ]

Yeah, I was just gonna say, um...

[ Clears throat ] ...how well do you know

those, uh, lads that Owen's hanging out with?

Pretty well. They're close.

Owen met Kian on an apprenticeship,

and then they set up their garage together.

It was a bit of a relief, actually, you know?

Owen's therapist always said

adopted kids find those connections harder to make.

So it's great he's got such good friends.

Oh, yeah. Good for him. Yeah. It's great.

Lovely. Lovely lad.

But the reason I bring it up is that I was, uh...

I thought I saw something strange going on there...

in the garage the last time I bumped into them, you know?

I mean, it's not something I'd want to see my kids doing.

That's for sure. But I know. Look. We've all been kids.

We've all messed up and so forth, but, uh...

No, I just thought I'd mention it

because it's probably worth a word.

I'll tell you what, Jim.

Why don't you let Owen and what happens in this house

to myself and Gillian

and you try not to bother yourself?

Okay?

Yeah. No. I-I didn't mean to intrude or anything like that.

It's fine.

Yeah. Chicken's gorgeous, Gillian.

Thank you.

[ Keys jingling, bird crying in distance ]

Will you be all right to drive?

I'm fine. Jesus.

-JIM: Okay. -FIONA: He'll be fine.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Night-night.

Watch out. Here. Thanks.

There you go.

[ Keys jingling ]

Just give me a minute.

Jim.

Jim!

Paul, just take Fiona home before you collapse.

What are you doing?

They were up to something in here, and I'm gonna find out.

Do you have keys?

No, I don't -- Jesus! Are you serious?

-Is this about the car? -No.

I just want Tom and Gillian to understand what's going on here.

This is none of your business, Jim.

They are putting you up on their land rent-free.

Look, Paul.

This may something you want to turn a blind eye to, but not me.

Oh, hang on, now. What the hell are you implying?

Just go home, Paul. Go home.

[ Metal clanking ]

Jesus Christ.

I'll do this on me own.

Fucking hell.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

-This way. -Okay.

Watch that there.

[ Tapping in distance ]

Jim, there's nothing in here.

-Let's go. -Shh!

-Jim, will you come on? -Shh!

[ Metal rattling ]

Jim, I think I hear something.

JIM: Give me a hand, for Christ's sake.

-Jim -- -[ Clattering ]

-Jesus! -Sorry.

-What's wrong with you? -Sorry.

[ Music continues ]

Oh, shit.

We need to get out of here.

What? No. We needed to t-tell Tom and Gillian about this.

I mean, we've got to go to the guards.

We can't call the guards. We can't do that.

-We need to put it back. -What is the matter with you?

[ Metal rattles, man groans ]

-[ Indistinct shouting ] -Oh, shit. I don't believe this.

Come on.

Come on. Come on, then.

[ Shouting continues ]

KIAN: Get him inside.

[ Door opens, closes ]

SHANE: [ Sobbing ] Please!

[ Grunting ]

-Why was the door open? -The lock was on the ground.

-SHANE: Kian, stop! -This is what happens...

-to thieves! -[ Coughs ]

KIAN: This is what happens!

Kian, it wasn't his fault.

You will be quiet now!

SHANE: Kian!

KIAN: You see what you've done, Shane?

SHANE: Kian!

Please!

Well, that's stupid, isn't it?

'Cause you know what happens if we get caught?

You do, don't you? Don't you?!

[ Coughs, grunts ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

He led you astray. I'm sorry, kiddo.

I shouldn't have let that happen.

You shouldn't have to see that.

You all right?

Speak up, Owen!

Y-Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

He'll be wiser next time.

Go close the door.

I'll get us a new lock.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Sorry to interrupt.

Afraid you won't be able to go home just yet.

Why not?

I'm very sorry to inform you,

but upon retrieval of the vehicle from the canal,

evidence was recovered of human remains.

What?

We found a body in the boot of the car.

We believe it to be your husband.

Mm, no.

What? God.

Fiona Crowley, I am arresting you

under suspicion of murder of your husband.

JIM: Oh, now just hang on a minute now.

BREEN: ...to say anything unless you wish to do so,

but anything that you do say will be taken down

and may be given in evidence.

I didn't do this.

BREEN: Take a step backward, Mr. Hogan,

before you interfere in a lawful arrest.

[ Voices echoing, handcuffs clicking ]

I didn't do this.

[ Music continues ]

[ Down-tempo music plays, woman vocalizing ]