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DONNA: I waited ages for you,
chicken.

Did something happen?

I'm cold. (INHALES SHARPLY)

DONNA: Did you get what you want?

Yeah.

DEAN: Have that here for you, Fran.

What is it?

It's a Beretta. This do?

Thanks, pal.

(PHONE RINGING)

NIDGE: Yeah?

Yeah, I'm comin' out to you now.

What's the panic?

Terence wants you to get over
to Spain today.

What?

Didn't know you work for Terence.

Spying on me for him, were you?

No. Tryin' to keep you alive. That's
all.

That's it then? This is shite, boss.

CIARAN: You were fuckin' your man's
ma.

If you'd kept your cock in your
pants, this would still be live,

so calm the fuck down.

You fucked this up for us.
Do you understand?

I'm sorry, boss. I apologise.

This is my fuck-up.

Stupid question,
but what do I say to Nadine?

Don't talk to her.

Get your stuff and leave.

Send her a text saying someone died
and you're on your way back to
Glasgow.

-All right, Frano?
-All right, bud.

See you later.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(EXHALES)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Baby. You okay?

Yeah.

Have to go to Spain.

It'll be all right, won't it?

Of course it will.

Of course it will.

The airport please, mate.

(MOBILE PHONE BEEPS)

(BUSY TONE)

SIOBHAN: I've something to tell you.

Something Trish told me.

She's freaked out, 'cause...

When they moved house there,
she found something.

Nidge keeps this weird thing
that he won't throw out.

What is it?

-A bone.
-A human bone?

Trish said... It's mad.

He kept this finger bone.

When she was telling me this,
she was pissed, now.

She said that he could've
been killed one time except for

he had this bone in his pocket,

and he thinks it's like...

That like it saved him or something.

Have you seen it?

No.

It's off someone Nidge killed.

How do you know this?

I was there.

When he was killed?

He tried to rape me.

I mean...

He did rape me.

He...

(SNIFFLES) He...

I never wanted to say anything,
'cause Tommy hit him first.

But Tommy didn't kill him.

He hurt him bad, but Nidge killed
him.

(SNIFFLES)

'Cause he said it was too late.

Who was the man he killed?

Git Loughman.

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

I was asked about it before by the
Garda, but I never said anything.

But I'm telling you now.

'Cause I always thought
there's no proof, you know.

Like it was my word against his.

But then I heard about the bone.

Is it enough to get him jailed?

Do you know where it is?

No.

But I know I can get Trish
to show it to me.

Then I'll tell you where it is.

Will you give us a statement
about the murder?

Yeah.

(CHILDREN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(MOBILE PHONE VIBRATING)

TERENCE: There's always some rat
scumbag somewhere along the line
talking.

Always. You know what I mean?

There's no way there isn't.

What did I say to you?

There's always rats.

You were fuckin' this bird called
Janet.

Yeah. Not any more.

You know, once or twice.

Good. Then it'll be easier for you
to do what you have to do.

Janet's all right, you know.

She was talkin' to the Garda.

Had a Garda hotline number in her
phone.

-That's a fuckin' rat.
-No.

Terence, not Janet. Janet's all
right.

That was some local fuckin'
community guard she was talkin' to,

'cause she's having problems
with her young fella, you know?

She wouldn't be saying anything.
She wouldn't.

That's what she says to you.
Or he says to her.

That's how they get their claws into
her.

Pretending they're gonna
give her a dig-out. Help her.

Soon enough, they're friends.

If she's not already.

But Janet knows nothing.

-No?
-No.

You never had any meetings
there then, did you?

And she was out of the room
all the time, was she?

Never came in nosebagging around?

My information is you had your
meetings with Elmo Creed there,

and she was there.
And he was the one caught.

Terence, there's any one of them
could be a rat.

-Is there?
-No, but I'm saying if there was,

there'd be any of them
100% more likely to be talkin'.

Janet wouldn't be talkin'.

Did she have a Garda callin' her or
not?

Well...

Yeah, but that was for her son.

-That what she tell you?
-Yeah.

Was that before or after you
saw it was a Garda number?

We have to lay down a marker here,
Nidge.

If there's any of the others
talkin', this'll scare the shite out
of them.

What will?

What has to be done.

(SIGHS)

(WHIRRING)

(KNOCKING)

How are you, baby?

Want to go upstairs?

It's Janet, all right.

-Was she alive when they did this to
her? -Yes.

NIDGE: Terence is a fucking scumbag.

But he's a businessman, you know.

You get to that level and there's
no difference between you

and any other person in business.

He's fuckin' cold.

Tell you, I thought I was gonna end
up

with a tonne of wet concrete
poured over me.

He's not a headbanger,
so you know what you're dealing
with.

Sounds like it was all right.

Yeah. He's someone, you know.

Sees what I'm bringin' to it
and that's always good.

Here. Got you these.

What's this, runners?

I had to send away for them.

Take them out.

Look at the back of them.

Jesus Christ, Trish.

(CHUCKLES) I fuckin' love them.

I had to order them online.

"King Nidge."

(LAUGHING)

I fuckin' love them.

Come here.

You like them then?

I fuckin' love them.

I fuckin' love you.

MICK: Janet Hartigan.

Thirty-eight-year-old mother of a
teenage boy, who ran the brothel for
him,

but basically she was a good woman.

For whatever reason, send a message,

whatever it is,

we believe that Nidge and his
associates,

and possibly sanctioned by Terence
May.

Curiously and tragically, this
murder, the attention in the press,

gives us leverage
with the PONTIs upstairs.

'Cause the optics look real bad for
them.

So in the next week,
I'm putting together a tight team

to take him down.

I want all of you out and about,
and the moment he's spotted,

let me know, okay?

-Okay.
-Okay.

'Cause...

This bastard needs to be taken out.

What do you think?

They're deadly, baby.

I have to go get the kids. See you
around?

I need to talk to you about
something.

What is it?

You didn't fuck anybody
when you were away, did you?

No. No, it's not like that.

What is it baby?
You're freaking me out now.

Something happened.

It was 100% nothing to do with me,
all right? 100%.

What?

You have to listen to me now.
This is what they do.

-Who?
-These fuckin' Garda scum.

They put shit in the papers
and there's nothin' you can do.

You can't sue. You'll lose, 'cause
it's the same thing with the courts.

What?

-I can't believe this.
-Is it naming you or something?

No. That's why I can't sue,
but I'm having Dave look into it.

It's about Janet.

You know Janet, from the place.

I fuckin' knew you were
up to your old tricks again.

I fuckin'... I swear to God, Nigel!
I gave you...

Listen to me, for fuck's sake, will
you?

(EXHALES)

Something happened to her
when I was over in Spain,

and it's fucking shit,
'cause she was a good woman.

Is she dead?

Yeah.

When I was over in Spain, it
happened.

It's in the papers already.
I hadn't a fuckin' clue.

What happened?

She was murdered, Trish.

She was murdered.

It's fucking savage.

It was fucking disgusting.

You know me. I'm no angel,
but there's no way I'd stoop that
low,

going near women and children.
Let alone fuckin' torture them.

She was tortured?

That's what they're saying
in the papers, but...

Naming you in the paper?

No, they couldn't do that,
but they're saying...

They're saying the different
possibilities,
and it's putting me in the frame.

Doesn't name me, but it's as good
as saying it could be me.

That's disgusting.

I know. What can you do?

It's nothing to do with me, Trish.
I swear.

I feel fuckin' terrible.

I wasn't gonna say,
'cause it doesn't say it's me,

but I didn't want you to read it
and work it out yourself, you know.

I have to go pick up the kids.

Will I see you later?

I've a few things to do,
but I'll be back after, okay?

Thanks, babe.

What, do you not believe me?

No, I do.

What?

What?

-It's weird.
-What is it?

Maybe it's a woman thing.

What?

You were able to wait
till you fucked me first.

Jesus Christ, Trish. It's not like
that.

I wanted to tell you.
Didn't I tell you now?

Yeah, but...

Helped me get my mind off it, you
know.

That's not a small thing.

See you later.

(SOBBING)

That's it?

Thanks, guard.

(DOOR CLOSES)

I'm not sure you should go
anywhere near the house, Siobhan.

I can find out where he keeps it.

If I process this now, it might be
enough.

We can search the house and we'll
find it.

You might not.

Let me have a day to find out.

I know how to do it in a way
Trish won't know. I do.

Siobhan.

What?

This is above board, is it?

Would you care if it wasn't?

Ado!

Ado!

What are you doing?

What do you mean?
What are you talkin' about?

What the fuck is all this?

What did you do with Craig?

What?

Did you kill him?

What the fuck are you talkin' about?

All the cleanin' and scrubbin'.
You killed him, didn't you?

-Killed fuckin' who?
-Craig. You fuckin' killed Craig.

-Who the fuck is Craig?
-Scotty.

I thought you killed him.

No one has seen him for a couple of
days.

Yeah, well, he's a bleedin' lorry
driver, isn't he.

Fuck's sake.

What's all the bleedin' cleaning for
then?

I was wanting to start using again.

I upped the dose of me Phy.

I get a mad cleaning buzz,
when I take too much.

Craig.

What? Did he fuck off on you, did
he?

You think I'm gonna kill
some bleedin' clown,

'cause you're lettin' him stick it
in you?

Fuck's sake. Fuck that.
You're full of yourself, you fucking
slut.

Go on. He's not here. You can fuck
off.

What the fuck are you still doin'
here?

Nidge told me to meet him here.

Why?

FRAN: How are you, darlin'?

Hi, Fran. Where have you been?

I was banged up there
for a while, darlin'.

-They let you out?
-Yeah. For good behaviour.

Want a drink or anything?

No, I'm grand.

-The usual?
-That'll do.

Sorry to hear about Janet.

Yeah. I know.

Terrible.

Sorry, dear, I shouldn't be
upsetting you.

-I'll leave it, if you want.
-No. It's all right.

Nidge expected today?

I don't know. I think so.

When does he normally get here?

It depends.

But I think some of the girls said
he has to come in anyway, because...

Janet, you know.

All right?

All right.

Ado, what the fuck?

Nadine, you clean this place for
him?

The Phy had me cleaning.

The fish are looking well.

What's going on? Did someone die?

She thought I killed Scotty in here.
I was getting it clean,
the forensics.

She's upset 'cause he was giving
her a lash, now he's fucked off.

He fucked off?

You gotta be fuckin' joking me.
I needed him.

Don't look at me. I didn't go near
him. I didn't even know.

All right. It doesn't matter now.

What do you want me for?

You heard about Janet?

Ex-husband I've been told.
Fuckin' tragedy.

Anyway, rest in peace and all that,

but I need a new manager
for the rub house.

(SCOFFS) You can get fucked.

-I'm not a prostitute.
-You fuckin' are.

Shut your fucking mouth.

No. I don't want it.

It's a manager. It's no different
from being a manager of a bar.

You don't do anything yourself.

Sure, who'd fuckin' pay you, anyway?

Shut the fuck up, you fat bastard.

What's the money?

It's good. And you get a percentage.

I'll do it.

Yeah. That's the business, Nadine.

Uh, Nidge.

Have you got anything for me?

No. Same as.

-Nothing new?
-No. Let things calm down.

Have to find a new driver,
if your man's fucked off.

-I'll keep my ear out.
-Right.

-Come on and we'll head over.
-Yeah.

Right. I'll see you over there.
Know the way?

Yeah.

I'll introduce you to them all, all
right?

Right.

Do you want me to give him
a ring for you or anything?

I'm not sure what mobile he's on,
but I can find out for you.

No, you're all right, darlin'.

He knows I'm here.

MAN: (OVER RADIO) Target spotted.
Heading into town on to Navan Road.

There he is. 8029, that's us.

We'll take him. You report back to
base.

MAN: Roger that, cig.

(SIREN WAILING)

Fuckin' clowns.

(SIREN CONTINUES)

Pull over.

Pull the fuck over, you little
prick.

Hope this isn't gonna take
all fucking day now.

Show me your driver's licence and
certificate of insurance or
exemption.

Step out of the car.

How are you?

Having a good feel there, are you?

Hands up.

Search the car.

Where's your tax disc?

It's fuckin' on the window there.

I don't see it.

There.

Not displaying a tax disc is an
offence.

It's there. I'll show it to you.
Can I show it to you?

There you go, sir. A fuckin' tax
disc.

And it's up to date and all.

You're a liar.

You're a fuckin' liar and a coward.

You're no man.

Go fuck yourself, copper.

Cig!

I'm gonna get you, you fuckin'
prick.

I'm right behind you.

Forget it. Forget it.

All right. It's all right. Calm
down.

Want another?

No. Fuck it.

I'll be back.

-Watch out.
-Watch your fucking self.

Fuckin' idiot.

-What did you say?
-Nothing.

FRAN: I didn't fuckin' think so.

(MOBILE PHONE RINGING)

Jesus' sake, Nadine. What's the
panic?

Fran was here.

He's there?

No, he's gone.

He's after fuckin' attackin'
a punter there.

Hit him with a gun. What'll I do?

Can you see him?

He just got into a car up the road.

Ring it in as an emergency.

To the guards?

Yeah. Ring them. Don't give your
name. Give his.

And say he's after shooting someone,
okay?

Grass him up to fuck.

Okay.

I know.

I'm not saying nothing, Mick.

MAN: (OVER RADIO) 2-7 to 8-0.

The Fran fella's been spotted
in a silver three-series BMW,

heading towards Sheriff Street.

There's an unconfirmed report
he's been involved in a shooting.

8-0. Roger that, Terry.

-All units. Fran is armed and
dangerous. -(SIREN WAILING)

(SIREN WAILING)

MAN: (OVER RADIO) 4-7. Target
acquired, heading south on Seville
Place.

(TYRES SQUEALING)

MAN: Armed Garda! Get down!

Get the fuck down.

Get the fuck to the ground.

Get the fuck down.

-Head down!
-Have him. Have him.

There you go.

Get down! Stay still!

Yeah, we have him, cig.

(FRAN GRUNTING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Thanks.

For what?

He deserved it.

You know what you said
about that evidence.

The bone?

Let me know if he has it.

We'll do it for Janet.

For Tommy.

For all of them.

Okay.

I'll let you know.

Pricks.

All right, Frano?

All right.

What's the story, pal?
You were in a hurry back, were you?

Missed the fuckin' grub, didn't I.

Gym!

MAN: All right, Fran? What's the
story?

-Where were you? Down the strip
cell? -Yeah.

Sure, you know the screws need to
show you who's boss, don't they?

Sleeveen bastards, what.

Fair fucks to you, anyway.

Hope you got you a swiss
when you were out.

Give me a shout the next time.

I might go for a few gargles
with you, what.

(CHUCKLES)

(ELECTRONIC BEEPING)

Goodbye, hon.

Have you got more painkillers?

Is there none in the bathroom press?

No.

You mind John. I'll go.

I have to pick up Warren anyway.

No, I'm all right. I'll go.

What about Warren?

I'll pick him up after.

Did they say anything?

Dave's lodged a complaint.
Fuck all use that'll do.

Thanks, hon. I won't be long.

Take your time, chicken.

I'll slip out. I won't say goodbye
to him.

Don't worry about us. Off you go,
hon.

(TOY SQUEAKING)

Are you sure you won't have a cuppa?

No, I'm fine. Thanks, Trish.

These are lovely, Siobhan.
You shouldn't have.

Will you give me the tour?

Yeah. If you want.

If we stay here longer, I'll change
the carpet and the wallpaper.

It's all right for the moment.

This is the master bedroom.

-This is where the magic happens.
-It's lovely.

It's out of the way,
that's the main thing.

Can I use that toilet
or is there another one?

It's out there. Go ahead.

-Hey, Dad.
-All right, buddy?

-Are you all right?
-Yeah.

Fuck! Fucker.

Fuck!

Fuckin' bastard.

You think you're a smart fuck, huh?

Look where you are now.

Pissin' on me ma.

On me ma's grave.

You dirty prick.

I'm gonna smash your fuckin' back
door in.

(MUFFLED SCREAM)

Get him out.

You're a big fucking man then, huh?

You make sure you fuckin' get this.

(MUFFLED SCREAM)

(SNIFFLES)

Did you... (CLEARS THROAT)

Did you know your woman, Janet?

A bit.

(SOBBING)

It's okay, Trish. It's okay.

I keep thinking Nigel,
but I know he couldn't have.

But the papers keep saying it was
him,

but there's no way, is there?

It's mad, I know.

There's no way.

Is there?

He couldn't have done it. Could he?

I don't...

I don't believe it.

Kill Janet?

He did.

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

You're a fucking bitch, Siobhan.
Do you know that?

SIOBHAN: When you're ready,
I found out where it is.

MICK: Where?

In the cabinet of his bathroom
in the new house.

Ciaran. We're on.

What the fuck are you doin' here?

Trish told me to come by.

How's Tommy doing?

Why are you askin'?

You live with him.

He's the father of your child
and he's a mate of mine.

Why wouldn't I ask about him?

You want to know how he is?

He's a fuckin' vegetable, isn't he?
From the beating he took.

That you gave him.

(SNICKERS)

That's some fucking shit
you must be smoking, Siobhan. Jesus.

I know you did that to him.
Say what you want.

Don't know what you're talking
about, Siobhan darling.

And to be honest with you,
I'd be inclined to let it go.

Seein' as how you're probably still
in mourning over hubby number two.

Another mess you made that
I had to go to Spain to clear up.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

But fuck it, you know. You're under
pressure, so I'll forget you said
it.

Whoever's been putting
that poison in your head.

The Gardai.

What?

That's who told me what happened.
The Gardai.

I don't know what you're talkin'
about.

I done nothing, only help you.

Warren, go in the house, will you?

Recording this now, are they?

No.

You're the rat, are you?

I'm not a rat. They told me things.

-Fuckin' liars.
-Says you.

Yeah! Says me!

Warren, get in the fuckin' house,
will you!

Just a sec.

Hope they look after you
in anyway, Siobhan.

'Cause you never know
what's comin' next, do you?

You never know.

Yeah, they are looking after me,
'cause I gave them a statement.

You what?

I gave them a statement.

A witness statement for when I was
there when you killed your man,

who raped me.

Don't know what you're talkin'
about.

Git Loughman.

I know Tommy kicked him in the head
a couple of times,

but Tommy's fucked now.
No one's gonna charge him, but you?

I was there. I saw you do it.

Do what?

Finish him off.

You little lyin' bitch.

Garda believe me.

(SIREN WAILING)

This fuckin' thing.

(STAMMERS)

Warren, go in the house!

-They're on their way now.
-Are they, yeah?

If Warren wasn't here now,
I'd rip your fuckin' head off!

Go on, try it. I fucking dare you.

Next time I see you,
it'll be in court, you smarmy fuck.

Yeah? You were always sick in the
head, weren't you?

Poor Siobhan. My word against yours.

Yeah. If Fran hadn't kept
Git's little finger bone.

Didn't know about that, did you?

Found out that from Dean
and I got it and all.

It's amazing what you can do when
you hate someone as much as I hate
you.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

You're an ungrateful wagon, you know
that?

A fuckin' tramp!

When I catch you and I will,
I fuckin' will...

Get down!

Are you all right? Are you all
right?

Go in the house. Go! Go!

(TYRES SQUEALING)

(PANTING)

No!

(INAUDIBLE)

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