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JIM: I shouldn't have stayed away for so long.

But I'm here now.

-Cheers. -To new arrivals. Jim.

-You're welcome. -Thank you, Tom.

Were you recognized?

You're the one killed his wife?

Dad should be in prison.

GILLIAN: I'm worried about Fiona.

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

And what have the doctors got you on?

Not everything can be fixed.

Tom and Gillian have kindly offered

to take up the children's school fees.

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

I thought I saw something strange

going on there in the garage.

I just thought I'd mention it

because it's probably worth a word.

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

to myself and Gillian?

-SHANE: [ Groans ] Stop! -Close the door, Owen.

This is what happens when you get careless!

-Oh! -[ Tires screech ]

JIM: She doesn't need the guards.

I'm actually a detective now, Jim.

I'm afraid you won't be able to go home just yet.

We found a body in the boot of the car.

We believe it to be your husband's.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

OFFICER: Mind your head. Out of the car.

[ Indistinct talking ]

[ Telephone ringing ]

I am authorizing your arrest under suspicion of murder.

You have the right to consult a solicitor.

You have the right to inform

a friend or relative of your arrest.

If you do not exercise these rights now,

it will not preclude you from doing so later.

[ Speaking indistinctly ]

Your solicitor, should you choose

to seek out legal representation...

Do you understand what I've said to you?

Yes.

Here you go.

How are you getting on?

Do you need anything? Anything you want brought?

Medications or...?

I'm not answering any questions

until I have legal representation.

These aren't questions.

I'm just trying to make sure you're comfortable.

Where's my dad?

I asked to see my dad.

Unfortunately, the member in charge

has refused to allow visitation from your dad.

It would be inappropriate given his relationship with...

...the victim.

I don't have an agenda here, Fiona.

I'm just trying to do my job.

And just so you know --

and I say this as a friend...

...if you don't say anything when the recording starts...

...I can use that against you in court.

Eat your crisps.

[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

PAUL: You think they saw us?

-No. -How do you know?

You think they'd leave us standing there if they did?

We shouldn't have done that.

We shouldn't have broke the lock.

I shouldn't have let you. Jesus.

Look, sip that.

Look, I need to go. Fiona is still bloody waiting.

No. Wait, Paul.

I don't want Fiona seeing you like this.

I don't want her knowing about this.

The stress would be too much for her.

Not until we've spoken to the guards.

Guards? Jim, we can't talk to the guards.

What?

We weren't supposed to be there.

Paul, what are you talking about?

This is your place of work.

I don't feel good about this. I just...

I don't think this is going to end well for us.

Paul, they battered that young fella.

I know. I know.

They are dealing drugs from the place.

This could be terrible for Tom and Gillian.

Can we just wait until the morning?

Can we -- Can we discuss it then? I just...

It's late.

We've had a few drinks, and we maybe...

Maybe we just misunderstood.

We have not misunderstood anything, Paul.

Can we just talk about this in the morning

with clear heads, please?!

Yeah, okay.

Thank you.

Now, I need to get back to Fiona.

[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Footsteps approaching ]

Where have you been?

I've been sat here 20 minutes.

I'm sorry.

[ Engine starts ]

Christ, will you slow down?

-Do you want me to drive? -No.

I was gonna tell you about the school fees thing.

I -- I didn't know he was gonna come out with it.

Just so you know, Tom very much blindsided me

with the whole thing.

I don't think it's a good idea.

Can we just talk about it tomorrow?

It's late.

We're meeting with Michael tomorrow.

What?

In the evening, when you're back from work.

I don't get a say in that either?

I asked you to reach out to him, but you won't.

So you just went behind my back?

I'm not having my brother get pushed out of my life

so you can have the comfort of forgetting your mistakes.

This is your last chance, Paul.

-You need to meet... -Or what?!

-You'll do what?! -Paul.

-What'll you do?! -Paul!

[ Tires screech ]

[ Horn blares ]

[ Gasps ]

-I'll drive. -Oh.

No.

It's okay.

I'm sorry. Oh, my God.

I'm so sorry. That was...

That was so stupid.

Hello, Marjorie.

I thought you'd be in bed.

Poor Rose was a bit upset this evening.

Oh?

[ Bottle pops open ]

You let him drink?

What, am I supposed to restrain him?

He's not my child.

[ Sighs ]

Hello, chicken.

Come here to me.

Now...

What's the matter? What's going on?

Have you been having scary dreams?

Do you think there's football in heaven?

I should think so.

There will probably be a lot of footballers in heaven

already now.

All the old ones.

They probably have a whole league.

Does that mean Jesus is a referee?

Um...

You know, I think he's probably busy being the son of God

and doing nice things for people on Earth,

so he might just delegate to a real referee.

But you don't need to be worrying about heaven yet.

[ Door closes ]

PAUL: [ Shouts indistinctly ]

Should I leave the light on again?

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Gagging softly ]

[ Inhales sharply ]

[ Snoring ]

Look, I'm just gonna speak to Gillian, you know?

I think she'll be a lot more amenable than her husband.

And we just tell them what we saw,

and then they can decide.

I'm just not comfortable telling nobody.

Well, neither am I.

But Owen was there.

And after the way Tom reacted to what you said last night,

I just...

I'm worried, you know?

Tom and Gillian.

They didn't just give you a house.

Yeah? They gave us ours. They gave me this job.

If Owen says one thing and you say another, Jim...

Paul, they are dealing drugs out of the farm.

We witnessed a crime.

You don't know these lads.

This is serious.

They could implicate us or worse.

You think you're just gonna say something,

and that's gonna be the end of it?

-What is wrong with you? -Jesus Christ, Jim!

This isn't gonna make up for anything!

If you want to make things right

with Fiona and the family,

we can't put them at risk.

And that's what we'd be doing with people like this.

I can't do that.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Knock on door ]

Door's unlocked.

[ Door opens ]

Has it gone cold?

Ah, you have a few minutes. If you're quick.

GILLIAN: I was such a little slut.

[ Both laugh ]

When I was 14, I tried to kiss Margaret Louise O'Toole

in a bush by the hockey pitch.

Oh, my God, she was filthy.

[ Chuckles ]

The gayest woman I ever met.

I was totally, totally in love.

She spurned me for Liam Tracy from the boys' school.

Cow.

He told her that he liked her tits in Mass,

so I think she thought that meant she had to marry him.

[ Both laugh ]

He got her pregnant.

She left school.

I never saw her again.

Shit!

That's not where I thought that story would go.

She was the only gay girl I knew.

Ah, come on. Half the nuns were probably lesbians.

Having a whale of a time.

[ Both laugh ]

Did you really never like any girls?

No.

You transcend sexual preference.

[ Laughs ]

I think about starting over sometimes.

Moving away.

I have a house in the south of France.

We've hardly used it since Owen was small.

It's just going to waste.

We could take the kids.

They have great schools there.

International.

-Are you serious? -Why not?

What, after you've gone and paid for next term's school fees?

You wish Tom hadn't done that, don't you?

No.

No, I'm grateful. I-I am grateful.

It's just...

I don't know.

I just thought for a second maybe we could...

You still can.

You don't know what I was thinking.

[ Both chuckle ]

BREEN: Interview commenced.

9:15, June 23rd, South Street Station.

Present, myself, Detective Sergeant Breen,

interviewing Fiona Crowley.

Present also solicitor Louisa Short.

For the record, Mrs. Crowley,

also in pursuant with regulation 5.2,

I am to remind you that you're not obliged to say anything

unless you wish to do so,

but anything you say will be taken down in writing

and may be given in evidence.

As you're aware, this interview is being recorded,

and the recording may be given in evidence, okay?

Right.

So why don't we start

with you telling me about the night of the crash?

What you remember. In your own time.

Um...

I was at the house,

and Paul hadn't come home from work.

I started to worry when it got late.

He wasn't answering his phone.

Paul's mam, Marjorie, was away with the kids,

so I couldn't ask her for help,

so I went out to look for him.

And I was driving, looking,

and I don't know.

I-I must have hit something or skidded.

That's all I can remember till the hospital.

It sounds like you were very worried about your husband.

Were you afraid he'd been hurt somewhere?

Stuck under a tractor or...?

He'd not been well recently.

He's tried to hurt himself.

I was worried he might have done something.

I'm sorry for being insensitive.

Ah. It must have been difficult.

So what time would you usually expect him home?

Around 6:00.

Okay, and what time did you decide something was wrong?

Once he missed dinner.

Maybe half-7:00, 8:00.

My wife would worry too if I'd miss dinner.

It'd be a very bad sign indeed.

You wouldn't like me when I'm hungry.

[ Laughs ]

So you get in the car, and where do you go?

Um, I -- I don't really, uh...

I was just driving around,

looking for places he could be,

that he could have gone to, to...

Right, you were worried that maybe he'd

done something to hurt himself again.

My client has already explained this.

I'm just trying to make sure that I have everything right.

Yes.

And you didn't think to call your dad?

I mean, he's staying at the farm where Paul works,

and you weren't meant to be driving.

Well, I was panicking.

I understand.

You know, I'd probably have done the same thing myself

if it were my wife.

I might have probably checked in the place she worked first.

If I knew that's where she was last.

You know, instead of driving around,

looking in other places.

Why didn't you stop at the farm if he'd been at work?

I don't -- I don't know why.

I was...

Could it have been because you knew he wasn't?

That actually he hadn't been at work at all that day?

He was at home...

...with you...

-...all day. -No.

SHORT: What evidence is there for this?

Tom Mooney visited Paul

in your house...

...that afternoon.

Why are you lying to me?

Jim.

You all right, lads?

Yeah. Yeah, just, uh, finishing up.

Looks good, looks good.

Can I help you at all?

No.

Just wanted to tell you me pal Owen's let me know

you've had a problem with the car.

I'll sort that for you if you want.

Drop by the garage some time.

Absolutely.

KIAN: Listen, while I'm here, uh...

...thought I'd just warn you.

There's some funny shite going on around the yard, like.

You know, bits and bobs gone missing about the place.

My barn was broken into.

I wondered if you seen anything, Jim,

seeing as you're living in the yard these days, like.

No, nothing.

PAUL: Sorry to hear that.

No, I hope it's nothing too valuable.

Nothing that can't be replaced.

I've raised it with Tom and Gillian.

And obviously they're worried,

what with that lovely horse of theirs

and all their valuables and things.

Just keep an eye out for me, lads, will you?

PAUL: Yeah, yeah. C-Course.

Maybe Tom and Gillian should call the guards.

Theft, you know, is serious.

You trust the guards?

If I were you, I wouldn't be giving them another chance

to have a pop at me.

Because they'll be looking for one, I promise you that.

Sounds like you know more about it than I do.

Your man here does, that's for sure.

Anyway, I just thought I'd give you the heads-up.

You lads take care now.

[ Engine starts ]

He knows we were there.

What did he mean?

We're fucked.

What did mean, you know the guards?

I don't know.

I think he just meant, like,

what our family has been through.

Paul, you know what he meant.

Now, what's going on?

What hold has that bollocks got over you?

What have you done?

I'm on a suspended sentence.

For what?

Assault.

It was just a stupid fight.

A year ago.

The sentence was only suspended because of Fiona and the kids,

but if I do anything, if I so much as look wrong...

-Christ. -And, Jim, they know.

You heard them.

They know,

and if I come at them, if I say anything,

they're gonna come at me, and the very best thing

I'm gonna be able to hope for is prison.

Jesus Christ. He knows we were there.

He's fucking with us.

No, you don't know that, Paul. You don't know that.

What are we gonna do? [ Breathing heavily ]

Calm down, Paul. Everything's gonna be okay.

-Breathe, Paul. -I can't.

Take a deep breath.

Would you like something to drink?

I really shouldn't.

No, I meant like coffee.

Oh, uh, yeah, sure.

I think Fiona wants to leave me.

She looks at me with so much scorn, I mean...

I don't know. If I was her, I'd leave me.

Wouldn't you?

You want her to. You can say it.

You always thought she married a tit.

Here.

Look, Fiona loves you, Paul.

But think about all the stuff that she's going through.

She's having a hard time. You both are.

You won't tell her about what I told you?

-She didn't want you to know. -No.

There's times, you know, when...

...I thought maybe it'd be just better if I just,

I don't know, disappeared...

...down into the woods near the church there and just...

I don't have the balls.

Paul, have you spoken to your doctor about any of this?

What good will that do? Will that fix any of this now?

It might fix how you respond to it.

It might fix how you're feeling about it.

I don't know.

What good am I happier to anyone anyway?

And why should I be happy? I caused all this.

You know, you never really responded to my proposition.

What proposition?

Come on.

I thought you were messing.

I'm tired of pretending.

I'm tired of protecting everyone else except me.

I want to be myself. [ Chuckles ]

I -- I'm...

I mean, yeah, I understand totally.

And that's just not where I am.

That's not...

I can't do that with you.

[ Sighs ]

But, look, I -- I love this.

I adore you.

But my kids are babies,

and I'm dying,

and I have to make sure they're okay.

I can't just run away with them.

I have to be responsible.

You know I'll look after the kids.

You know how much I love them.

It's different for you, Gillian.

You've got the rest of your life.

-You can put yourself first. -You think I'm being selfish?

No.

I'm just not ready.

I'm sorry.

[ Sighs ]

MARJORIE: Fiona?

Oh, shit.

-[ Door closes ] -Are you awake?

Yeah, I'm ju-- I'm just changing.

Hello.

Oh.

Gillian was just in fixing the...

-Blocked sink. -Blocked sink.

Oh. We have a blocked sink?

Upstairs. But it's all sorted now.

I'm sure Paul could have done that.

Sure, I was nearby.

Anyway, give me another call if there's any more trouble.

Sure.

She's an odd woman, isn't she?

And so in need of a good hobby.

KIAN: Come on, lads.

We know when we're not wanted.

That's one problem solved.

[ Engine starts ]

[ Horn honking ]

What is your problem?

Why did they have to leave? They didn't do anything wrong.

That remains to be seen.

I don't like the way they act,

and I don't like the man you are when you're around them.

I know, they're your friends,

and your mum thinks they're good for you

and they've been a great help.

Is this because of Jim?

What is your problem with Jim?

Owen, there's nothing to stop you

running your little garage somewhere else.

He's a killer, Dad. Everyone's talking about it.

But you're fine having him here.

Oh.

What have I interrupted?

He's kicked them out. Kian. All of them.

You did what?

Well, you were worried about them too.

Do you not think it would have been appropriate to discuss it?

Look, I just think, given the way things are changing,

it was time for them to find somewhere else,

and it's time for Owen to look out for himself.

You don't even know what you've done.

You haven't a fucking clue about anything.

You might not see it right this minute, son,

but everything I have done,

everything I ever do, is to protect you.

GILLIAN: Owen.

Owen.

Fucking dickhead.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Cellphone rings ]

[ Doorbell rings ]

Hello, Jim.

Frank.

[ Water stops running ]

-JIM: Oh! -There you go.

Thanks, Frank.

[ Exhales sharply ]

-Good luck. -Cheers.

So how are things generally, Frank?

I mean, what are they saying?

What are the doctors telling you?

You know, improvements here and there.

They said that my memory

m-may come back, but I-I-I don't know.

Well, maybe, you know, some things are best left forgotten.

I sure would like to see the face of the bastard

that hit me and left me for dead.

We'd have some words, I can tell you.

We'd have some strong words.

Are you staying with the family?

Ah, yeah, yeah. Close by.

And how is everyone?

[ Chuckles ] Not great.

Not great.

You know, I thought I was coming home

to make things better, but...

...it seems like I'm just making things worse sometimes.

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

I -- I don't know what I can tell you.

I think -- I think it's important that you're here,

you know, and I...

Things will come right for you. You know, they always do.

You never let me down.

[ Keypad beeping ]

[ Whispering ] Oh, that's a good boy.

Ohh. You're a good boy, huh?

Beautiful boy. Let me get this off you now.

Good boy, good boy.

That's a good boy, huh?

Hey.

There's a tree come down in the back paddock, and, um,

Dad wants us to go down and take a look.

I'll go in the morning.

He wants us to check it now.

I can't.

I got to be home tonight. I've got a guest.

He's worried about the sheep. He's worried there's one stuck.

I can tell him if you don't want to...

All right!

All right, just...

It'll have to be quick, though.

I'll drive us down.

Just let me lock up.

Shh.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

[ Knock on door ]

-Hiya. -Hi.

-You all right? -Yeah. You?

Yeah, I'm fine.

He's not home yet.

Come and have a cup of tea.

No, wait. Now, hang on.

You're overshooting the paddock.

Should we not turn back, no?

Owen.

Where are we going?

Just shut up.

PAUL: Hi. You've reached Paul.

Sorry I'm not around to take your call.

Please leave a message after the tone.

[ Beep ]

Listen, Paul, I've just been thinking about

what you said earlier, you know, and I just wanted to say,

if there's anything you want to say to me,

anything at all, I'm here.

I'm here.

And, look, whatever happened in the barn,

we can put that to bed.

Don't worry about it.

We can keep that to ourselves.

I just thought I'd call and say that.

Okay, bye. Bye.

Get out.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Go get in the car, Owen.

Look, I don't know what you want or what...

I know you were in my barn last night.

-No, Kian... -You and Jim Hogan.

Listen, Kian, I'm not gonna say nothing.

You saw what happened to Shane, didn't you, yeah?

The hiding he got.

So you want to take me seriously, then, don't you?

Yeah.

There is something you can take real fucking seriously.

He's dead.

Jesus Christ.

One of you two stole from me last night.

You broke into my barn, and you stole.

Is that how you got the old man to turf me off his property?

You show him the stuff?

We didn't take anything, Kian. I swear to God.

Shut up!

I've lost my place of business.

I'm gonna have to sell the lot

because I've got no fucking place to keep it!

I'm gonna make a loss.

So as you can see,

I'm currently in a wee spot of bother.

You're gonna help me make up the shortfall.

What is it you think I can do?

Our friend Gillian, she keeps a good-looking horse.

Say he's worth at least 200 grand.

No. No way. I cannot steal you a fucking horse.

I'm not asking you to get on it and ride it to me, dickhead!

I just need you to get me into the yard

so I can take it myself.

I wouldn't trust you to break into your own car.

You won't get 200 grand for a stolen horse, Kian.

Maybe I'll get four! Four grand, maybe five.

Be enough.

Owen tells me you're going on

one of your little golfing day trips in a couple days.

-Sounds like a good time. -I can't.

Oh, sure you can. Sure you can.

Nothing you haven't done before, is it?

I just need you to forget a few things

when you head off on your nice day out, that's all.

Forget to lock those big gates, set those loud alarms.

And I can slip into the yard, no noise, no drama, myself,

and then I can make back what I've lost.

You just need to look the other way.

Like you always have.

Just be a bit useless, huh?

I can't. I can't.

You don't understand what you are asking me to --

I'm not asking anything, Paul!

Okay, okay.

You fuck this for me,

you say anything, it's the end for you.

Tell me you understand.

You don't want to get this wrong, Paul.

Your family don't want you to get this wrong.

Good.

We have an agreement.

BREEN: Did you kill your husband, Fiona?

SHORT: That is a leading question,

and you should not answer.

Then we will use that against you.

We'd had a fight.

Paul walked out.

-Fiona... -No, I-I just want to explain.

I thought he was trying to use the threat of hurting himself

to scare me into backing down,

into going after him.

So I didn't.

But then an hour went by, then two.

I know I shouldn't have tried to skirt around it,

but I know how it looks.

BREEN: Lying looks worse.

That's what it's called, by the way, you know?

Lying.

Maybe there was a fight.

But the only thing I believe

you were out there looking for last night

was a place to bury your husband's body.

SHORT: That is your personal view, Detective.

No. I didn't. I didn't do any of this.

I don't know what the hell is going on.

I loved my husband.

Do you recognize this?

I don't know what I'm looking at.

My client is not a mechanic.

That car's brakes have been tampered with.

It's hardly the work of a mechanic.

That the original plan, was it?

SHORT: That is a wild and baseless accusation, Detective.

Was it supposed to look like an accident?

Why would I drive his bloody car

if I knew it would crash?

You tell me.

I wouldn't even know how to do this.

-So this all just coincidence? -Well, you tell me.

Someone else chanced upon your husband

as he stalked off in a sulk,

killed him...

...hid him in the boot of his own car

while you just were sat inside none the wiser?

Someone had to.

Because it wasn't me.

I didn't do this.

Maybe it is my fault.

Maybe if I'd just gone after him.

Maybe if I just said sorry,

then none of this would have happened,

but I didn't, and now he's gone,

and I have to live with that.

But I didn't kill him.

I swear on my mother's grave, that is the truth.

[ Woman vocalizing ]