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[breathing softly]

[birds chirping]

[indistinct chatter in distance]

[camera shutter clicks]

[vehicle engine starts]

[vehicle drives away]

[car door unlocks]

[man] Marcella?

Marcella, it's me. Matthew Gaskill.

Aren't you Marcella Summers?

No, I'm not.

[Matthew] Okay, sorry.

[theme song playing]

I got the images you sent.

London's looking into names and addresses now.

[door locks]

There were two phones as well, but I couldn't take them.

[Frank] The number plate from last night.

Eddie Lyons.

Police officer.

Do we act on it?

No.

My bosses are worried about you.

You're too close to the family.

Lawrence was just a source of information,

but now you're living with the target.

You do realise the risks involved?

Yes, I do.

It's not gonna work.

You'll either prejudice the case or get yourself killed.

-Do you think I'm an idiot? -Not my words.

-I'm gonna get them, all of them. -When?

Never, if you don't do your job better.

Who was that man you were talking to in the street?

Just someone asking for directions.

-Really? -Yeah.

But you weren't able to help him?

I didn't know the way.

Alanah, these are the men that you, uh...

you picked out as hiring the private room. Is...

Is that correct?

And you said you weren't in the room when Mr Grey was murdered.

Yeah.

You've got a daughter.

[Alanah] Yes. Lisa.

That's just the worst nightmare ever, isn't it?

Having to bury your own children.

And that's what Isambard's parents are having to do.

Look, Alanah, let's just...

Let's just forget his dad's the foreign secretary for a moment

and that Isambard was 26.

They lost a child.

They want justice.

And I think you're the only person that can give that to them.

[Alanah breathes deeply]

[Rav] Thank you.

[intercom buzzes]

[deputy chief constable] This is DCI Rav Sangha

of the Central London Police. He's working a case that may involve

Northern Ireland citizens based in Belfast,

so he has asked for local assistance, and you two have been assigned.

-DC Eddie Lyons. -Nice to meet you.

DS Rosaleen McFarland. Call me Roz. How can we help?

Uh, the murder of Isambard Grey.

I'm sure you guys have heard about it.

Why here?

Well, my chief suspect lives here.

A guy called Bobby Barrett.

-[Finn] Yeah? -It's me.

[door opens]

What's the craic?

[Finn] Was there something you forgot to tell us?

[Bobby] Like what?

Like you killing the son of the Foreign Secretary in London.

Listen... [groans]

Fuck! You're so fucking stupid!

[Finn breathing heavily]

Finn.

Finn.

-Get it sorted. -How?

You used to be a cop. Fix it!

[door opens]

-[door slams] -[scoffs]

[car door unlocks]

[inaudible]

Well?

[door closes]

-Sorry, I didn't mean to. -[Aaron] You're all right.

You okay? You hurt?

I didn't mean to.

Now, how do you fall through a window?

We were playing, but I fell.

Danny, you need to be more careful.

Come on, let's go home.

That's her.

She yelled at me.

Why don't you head on home, and I'll be up in a bit, yeah?

-Aaron Armstrong? -Yeah.

Naomi Kearney.

It's my shop window your brother smashed.

Here. The cost of replacing the window.

[Aaron breathes deeply]

I don't have this kind of money.

Neither have I, and the insurance won't cover it, so...

Well, I can't pay it.

Then I'll have to make it a police matter. For damages.

Can you give me a couple of days?

The end of the week.

[Marcella] Right, well, the first thing is to get rid of everything

that you took on your trip to London.

[Bobby] Why? I chucked the clothes I was wearing.

Because DNA or blood

might have spread around your suitcase and contaminated everything.

A lot of that was designer stuff. Can't we just wash them?

-[Finn] Christ. -[Marcella] No.

No fucking way! Do you know who we are?

They won't even try and get a search warrant for this place.

Can I talk with you for a second?

Is that all right?

Aye.

Just how stupid are you?

Relax. It's not the first time we've dealt with the cops.

So, you've murdered the children of high-ranking politicians before, have you?

I know you're new to this family,

but trust me.

We're the Maguires. We're untouchable.

[scoffs]

There's no "we" about this. The family is not going down with you.

And you will go down if you don't start taking this seriously.

Can you get hold of the floorplans of the club?

Guess so. Why?

I need to see where a perpetrator could have got in.

-[mobile phone rings] -[Stacey] What about his phone?

If there's any trace of DNA, then you say that it was on the table,

close enough to get hit by blood splatter.

What, so I'm going to admit I was there?

They know you were there. What you need is a story

that's easy to remember and as close to the truth as possible.

Eddie says they've got a witness.

The waitress at the club. It's got to be.

Come with me. He's fine.

Let's go get it.

Come on.

Come on, Lisa.

[Bobby] We had a bit of a row.

He said I'd been rude to his girlfriend.

He wouldn't shut up about it, and I was just about to go back and--

No, that's not what we agreed.

Sorry. He wouldn't shut up about it.

No, he followed me back to our room.

And I was just about to go back and say I'm sorry,

when this guy comes rushing in, shouting something about...

England being bought by the Saudis.

And then he grabs the bottle by the neck, lunges with it.

And then what?

We panicked, left the club. We didn't want to get involved.

[Marcella] Good. Call the others

and make sure they stick to the same version.

Yeah, but are the cops gonna buy it?

It doesn't matter. They'd have to prove their version beyond reasonable doubt.

Now.

[Bobby sighs]

Okay.

[Finn] I'll go with Conor.

I'll see you at home later.

See you there.

-Are you okay? -Yep.

He didn't tell me.

Of course he didn't. He did something incredibly stupid.

Finn hit him, like he was just a nobody.

[Marcella scoffs]

If he was a nobody, he'd be dead.

Yeah, and if it was Finn or Rory who'd fucked up, they'd do anything to fix it.

Well... that's what they're doing now.

No.

You are.

If it hadn't been for you, they wouldn't have lifted a finger.

Thank you.

Do you play piano?

Not very well, but a little, yeah.

Could you play this for me?

What is it?

I was hoping you could tell me that.

Looks like a pretty simple tune.

[playing lullaby]

[Marcella] That's enough!

[stops playing]

[lullaby echoing]

[Matthew] All right! All right!

[Marcella] How did you know?

How the fuck did you know?

I just...

I recognised you in the street, that's all.

The music. How did you know about the music?

-What music? -On the windscreen. That tune.

-I don't know what you're talking about. -No?

You're Marcella. Marcella Summers--

You don't know me.

Yeah? You don't know me.

Have you got it?

[Megan] What are you doing home?

I just...

wasn't feeling well.

[softly] Oh, darling, come here.

I haven't got a temperature. I haven't got...

[exhales shakily]

[Megan] Is this about Jack?

Well,

what if you get forced to, you know,

choose who's gonna live here with...

with you?

Oh.

Then I'd choose you.

My mum didn't.

Katherine gave us this.

Buy yourself something...

to cheer yourself up.

-[chuckles] -Thank you.

I need money, man.

Danny broke a shop window.

[Ryan] Yeah?

Would you be able to lend us a couple of quid?

Ryan?

You can sell my gear.

Take Bobby's cut.

[indistinct chatter in distance]

[camera shutter clicks]

[camera shutter clicks]

All right?

-[Finn] All sorted? -Yeah.

Have we got visitors?

[Finn] Rory and Mum are meeting potential business partners.

-Why aren't you there? -I need to fix something.

-Come with me. -Where are we going?

Does it matter? I want your company.

-[woman screaming] -[blows landing]

[man groaning]

[Finn] We paid you a lot of money to pick up that cargo.

And now we hear you're thinking of squealing.

-[man] Stop, please. No. -[Finn] Well, I wouldn't.

-[man] Stop. -[blows landing]

[Finn] Are we clear?

-[woman screaming] -[man] Please!

[Finn] I said, are we clear?

[screaming continues]

[lullaby playing]

[voices echoing indistinctly]

[breathes deeply]

[Finn] Shut her up!

Shut her up!

[woman screaming]

[Rav] DCI Rav Sangha.

And who are you?

Finn Maguire. How can I help you?

I'm looking for your brother-in-law.

He's not here.

-You know where he is? -No.

Can I come in and have a look?

I don't know, can you?

Well...

If he shows up.

You're not from around here, are ya?

No, I'm not.

-Is that a problem? -No.

But that attitude may become one.

That's a real shame.

-'Cause I was only just getting started. -[Finn scoffs softly]

Where is Bobby Barrett?

I don't know, Constable.

But if you ever think of writing a children's book...

that'll make a great title.

[indistinct chatter on TV]

[Aaron breathes deeply]

[whispers] For fuck's sake.

-What are you doing? -I'm working. Stay over there.

[Danny] What is that?

-Why have you got that jacket on? -Look!

I mended it.

Good job.

Take it off and go back to bed.

[Danny] When's Mummy coming home?

We've been over this.

Mummy had to go away for a long time.

How long?

A while longer.

Now go back to bed.

Can I not stay here with you?

No, you can't!

Go back to bed now!

[sighs]

[knocking at door]

Finn?

-[Finn] You all right? -Mmm-hmm.

[Finn] You were impressive today.

I know.

Could've made a name for yourself.

DS Keira Devlin.

Steady income, nice house in the suburbs.

Husband, kids...

maybe a dog.

-I don't like dogs. -[chuckles]

What else don't you like?

Be more specific.

Why the drugs?

[sighs] Come on, we all know why you were fired.

Bad things happened.

I thought that was the best way of dealing with them.

And did it work?

What do you think?

What bad things happened?

[lullaby playing in distance]

[gasps]

[lullaby continues playing]

[toy chittering]

[whimpers]

[chittering]

[lullaby stops]

[baby wailing]

[breathing shakily]

[wailing continues]

[wailing stops]

[whimpers]

[screaming]

-Keira. -[crying]

-Keira, Keira. Hey. -[gasps]

-Hey, it's okay. -[panting]

It's okay. You had a dream.

You had a nightmare.

[Marcella breathing heavily]

Who's Juliet?

You were screaming her name.

She was just, um...

a friend, um...

She...

She...

um...

suffocated and...

She hung herself. I couldn't...

I was there. I couldn't save her.

-Sorry. -Come here.

Come here.

It's okay.

[breathing shakily]

[footsteps approaching]

[Finn] Morning.

-Rory wants to see you. -[Finn] Me?

Was I looking at you?

He wants to see me?

[Katherine] Yes. Now.

So, what does he want?

He didn't say.

[Rory] Come in.

Shut the door.

Take a seat.

I'll be with Bobby this afternoon, representing him.

Tell me what you've done.

We've got rid of all the physical evidence,

everyone's agreed on a story, and...

Finn's taken care of the witness.

"Taken care." In what way?

I don't know. I didn't ask.

[liquid pouring]

It's my own blend.

Do you like it?

No.

Everyone else who's been here has liked it.

Maybe everyone else was being polite.

And you're not?

Judging from what I've heard, you're far too smart

to be hurt by someone because they don't like your tea.

What else have you heard about me?

High IQ, you're the brains behind the business, trained lawyer,

hardly ever go outside because of your phobia.

And you keep a watchful eye on operations, but you let...

Finn be more hands-on.

Has no one told you about my photographic memory?

You got a photographic memory?

Everything I read, hear or see stays with me forever.

Well, hopefully,

you like what you see, then.

So...

Tell me everything about the incident in London.

[Marcella] Hmm.

You.

You know, um, Ryan?

-Yeah. -Where is he?

He's in hospital. Why?

Do you know what Ryan does?

Yeah.

I'm doing it for him while he's gone.

Right. Fine.

You're really young.

It's not for me, you eejit.

You selling or what?

[softly] All right, go.

[Bobby] Hey, boy.

Heard you were looking for me.

Who told you that?

My brother-in-law.

He called me this morning.

Bobby Barrett, you're under arrest on suspicion of murder.

You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention when questioned

something which you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

Yeah, sure. Shall we get this over and done with?

You're doing this without a lawyer?

Don't you worry, I've got one.

So, in the end, I offer to go back and say I'm sorry.

Then this guy comes rushing in, shouting something about

England and Saudi Arabians.

Then he grabs the bottle off the table

and smashes the other guy over the head with it. [chuckles]

[Rav] So, let me get this straight.

A man comes rushing in, to your private room...

just like that?

-Just like that. -And what did he look like, this man?

Uh...

Black hair, dark,

black beard.

[chuckling] A little like you, actually.

So, if we check the CCTV at the entrance, we'll have him on film?

Aren't there also two emergency exits?

That's correct.

[Rory] Neither of them has got closed-circuit surveillance.

Neither of them can be opened from the outside.

Unless someone opens them from the inside to let someone in.

You provided no evidence

from the search of my client's home during disclosure.

Was there anything else?

Nothing I'm gonna discuss.

Then how long do you intend holding my client for, and on what grounds?

[Rav] Until we've had a video identification.

Because we've got a witness.

[Alanah] So, how was nursery school today?

Did you have fun?

-[Lisa] Show you? -Yeah, show me.

-Show me. -[Lisa babbling]

I wanna see it. Let me-- I wanna see up close.

Show me. Show me.

-[Lisa singing indistinctly] -Okay.

[Alanah gasps]

[Lisa] Open it.

[crying]

-Let's go. -Yeah, let's go.

[Lisa exclaiming]

[Rav] Okay.

-[man speaking indistinctly over phone] -[Rav sighs]

Okay, thank you. Thanks for letting me know.

[sighs]

Forensics didn't find anything in their home,

and the other three are telling the same story.

-And we've just lost our witness. -Lost? How?

She took back her testimony, didn't see anything.

-Uh, can't you summon her? -No.

No, it's not worth compelling her to give evidence if it's all we've got.

Fuck it!

He's had one day.

One day, and now we've got no evidence, and everyone's saying the same thing.

I don't know.

Did he know we were coming?

[exhales heavily]

-[engine starts] -[chuckles]

-Go, go, run, run! Go! -[Danny] Go!

[both cheering]

I knew it was gonna happen.

-I felt that! -Yes!

[indistinct commentary on TV]

[mobile phone ringing]

Sorry, two seconds, mate.

-Yeah. -[Ryan] It's Ryan.

-Just thought of something. -What?

It was about the gear.

Forgot to tell you.

[Aaron] What?

[Ryan] That you need to cut it before selling.

It's mixed with fentanyl.

Aaron? Aaron?

[Aaron] Excuse me, boys.

-Yous know where Jessie is? -She's at the spot.

[Aaron] Jessie?

Jessie!

Jessie!

Jessie!

Jessie?

[gasping]

[Marcella] I need a favour.

He's, um...

doing drugs, isn't he? Bobby?

What do you need?

I'm not sleeping very well.

And the over-the-counter stuff's not cutting it.

I need a proper sleep.

You know, something to wind down.

Come by later.

-Yeah? -Mmm-hmm.

Thanks.

[Katherine] So, this raid in London.

Four grand a week.

More than 200,000 a year.

Gone.

-Do we have any idea how this happened? -I have.

He told you he's got nothing to do with it.

Stop blaming everything that goes wrong on him.

[Katherine] It can't be a coincidence

that the four places they raided is where that cargo was headed.

Did the Vietnamese have any contact information on them?

Aye. Two addresses and a few phone numbers.

But Eddie got hold of it and gave it to me.

-And what did you do? -Sorry?

-[Stacey] What did you do? -Nothing.

-Eddie made it disappear. Problem solved. -Apparently not.

Why didn't you warn the guys in London?

[Finn scoffs]

-Do you trust Eddie? -[Finn] Mmm.

We do.

Him we trust.

What did you do with the evidence he gave you?

-[Finn] It's in my room. -[Katherine] Mmm-hmm.

And has anyone else been in that room?

Well, I have.

Keira literally got Bobby off a murder charge today.

And she gave us Lawrence.

[door opens]

[Katherine] Has something happened?

No.

Are you talking about London?

Yes.

[Rav] Yeah, well, I'm gonna be staying up here for a while.

Well, I really wanna step up the investigation

into this Maguire family and broaden its scope.

Right.

Well, what kind of operation?

Okay, and how long's that been going on for?

Mmm-hmm.

And who's in charge of it?

Okay. Thank you, sir. Yeah.

Yep. I'll be in touch with him.

There was a meeting at the mansion she failed to report to me.

Yesterday, she met a Matthew Gaskill.

I don't know their relationship,

but he sure as hell didn't ask for directions.

And the owner of the lorry

in which the Vietnamese died has been beaten up.

Badly.

According to the hospital staff,

his wife said Marcella had been present.

I've decided to keep her on them.

Delay the extraction.

If anyone can take the Maguires down, it's her.

And I won't let years of hard work go to hell

just because she breaks a few rules.

If she withholds information from me, I can't protect her, can I?

If anything happens, then...

Well,

we all knew she had...

issues when we took her on.

[muttering indistinctly]

[snorting]

[sniffs]

[breathing heavily]

[Frank] My only concern...

is that she may be a little too happy...

being Keira Devlin.

[theme song playing]