All language subtitles for Dublin.Murders.S01E04(1)

What's the jury gonna think
when they look at you?

Why should anyone love you
when you're lower than shit?

Been thinking.
We should team up again.

I've got a partner.

You know things about me
no one else knows.

Not even Sam.

I think a lot of you.
Like, a lot.

I have oyster sauce
dripping down my chin.

What you should be thinking
is, "Where's the escape route?"

Thank you for calling the Garda line

in regard to our investigation
into the murder of Katy Devlin.

Do you know
who I thought you were?

Someone sent by that
plastic gangster Johnstone?

Are you still in touch with
Cathal Mills and Shane Waters?

What?

Help me, please.

Sam.

Get up and get dressed.

Cassie, don't.

Are we okay?

We're always
okay, Cass.

Always.

♪ Hit me slowly,
hit me quick ♪

♪ Hit me, hit me

Mummy?

Daddy?

- Mummy? Daddy?
- They're dead.

But you've got me, Cassie.

My name is Lexie.

Okay, Maddox,
this pretty boy
is the target.

Vincent Johnstone.

Runs narcotics,

guns, people,
launders money.

Busy boy
and a grade-A shit.

You'll be an undergraduate
at Trinity

where a sizeable amount
of his product is bought.

You deal a bit.

Incidents will be arranged
to make sure he notices you.

Work your way up
the greasy palms
of his confidence.

What do I get
out of this?

You get job satisfaction.

I want to work murder.

I do for you,
you do for me.

If I get the job right.

If you stay alive.

Now you've had time to prep
your undercover identity.

Who's she gonna be?

Her name is Alexandra,
but she never calls
herself that.

She calls herself Lexie.

Taken from her pocket.

Student card identifies her
as Alexandra Mangan.

Garda there says her friends
called her Lexie.

It's quite
remarkable really.

The similarity.

You don't have a twin?

No, it's just me.

Well, still.

Open.

She's been dead
for five or six hours.

I'll be more precise
when I've got her liver.

You can get shod
of those paramedics.
They're no good to her.

Yeah. Are you sure
she's dead?

I mean, perhaps
there's the faintest pulse

that anyone else would miss,

but you, a professional,
you wouldn't miss that.

Is this a joke?

Faintest sign of life?

Why would I pretend
she's alive?

Or how would you explain
the being cold and stiff?

Hmm? The fact
that she's essentially
a corpse.

- Hypothermia?
- Uh...

She goes into shock
from blood loss.
The body shuts down.

I don't know, Cooper.
You're the expert.
Make something up.

Every single ethical
and moral consideration,
Mackey.

- That's one of my operatives.
- No, she is not.

All right,
an unknown woman

adopting the identity
of one of my operatives

and pretty much
her spitting image,

is murdered with
a single stab wound
to the heart.

Exactly the same wound
Maddox got,

so shall we assume
they're connected?

Shall we assume
there's a strong chance

that's Johnstone's
been issuing orders

from a burner phone
shoved up his arse,

and it's better for us
if this one here,

this one
is still clinging on.

Buys me some time, hmm?

And rattles the cage
of the beast, as it were.

Signs of life, Cooper.

Get the paramedics
in there fast
and I'll brace them up.

- You're doing the paperwork
on this one, you hear me?
- Yeah.

Holy mother of God
and all the saints.
It's a miracle.

Well, take yourself off
for a moment.

Let's not confuse
the nice medics, okay?

What sort of boyfriend
are you, O'Neill?

Go with her.
She looks shaky.

Yeah?

I'm in your flat.

Came to wake you up
with coffee,
like you asked.

Where are you?

Wicklow. A kill.

- Male or female?
- Female.

It's nothing to do
with Katy Devlin.

It's-it's on the route
for the motorway,

but it's a different M.O.

Victim's older.

I think it's to do
with Johnstone.

To do with me.

I think he's killed
the wrong woman.

She's got my name, Rob.
Lexie's name, I mean.

She looks just like me.

Wait there, I'm coming.

Forget Cathal Mills.
I'm coming to you now.

Sam's here. I'm all right.
Sam's here with me.

Now I'd feel
a lot better about things

if I knew you were jumping
all over Cathal Mills.

I'll talk to you later.
I've got to go.

Sam, we're at work.

How does Mackey
think he's gonna get away

with pretending
she's alive?

You let me worry
about that.

You know the house
she lives in, right?
Whitethorn House.

You knew
where she lived?

I went to talk
to the owner

to see if they've been
asked about selling
the land.

- Did you see her?
- Of course, I didn't.

I didn't see anyone.

Well, they're all students
so they'll all still be
in their pits.

You wake 'em up.
You tell 'em
what's happened.

You tell 'em she's gone
for emergency surgery.

You take statements,
search her room.

I want her laptop,
and I want her phone.

You find out who she is
and who she's been talking to

and if there's
any connection
to Johnstone.

I just want to get
this very clear.

Their friend's murdered,

and you want me
to tell 'em that she's okay?

Well, not okay.

Hanging on by a thread.

You wanna trap
some asshole in a jail cell,
that's one thing.

I'm not lying
to a bunch of kids.

Detective O'Neill,
someone in this village
identified this girl,

which means she
and her little chums

have all been watched
and they're probably
still being watched.

So until we've seen
Vincent Johnstone,

she remains
in the land of the living.

There's others
know she's dead.

The old fellow with the dog
who found her.

No, he saw her
from the doorway.
He didn't come in.

The Gardai out there
who called her in dead.
I called her in dead.

Well, you're part
of the charmed circle,
now, Sammy boy.

And as for the Gardai,
I'll just swing
my big dick around

and they'll do
as they're told.

What if I don't do
as I'm told, huh?

What if I don't give
a fuck about your
big swinging dick?

Christ sake's, Sam,
will you just do it?

Please.

We just need time.

Bit of a desk, isn't he,
with proper procedures.

What's he doing with you?

All right, I'll go have
a meaningful

slightly threatening
conversation with
the uniforms out there.

We'll wait for forensics
and then you and me

can pop in
on our boy Johnstone, okay?

Doors opening.

Police.
Cathal Mills?

Fourth room
down the end.

Thank you.

Yeah, I'm just looking at that now.

Twenty-four/seven
looking after
your needs.

And when I say you,
I don't mean you
as a group.

I don't see you
as a homogenized entity.

I see you,
each and every one
of you individually.

Cathal Mills?

I'm Detective Robert Reilly.

I'm investigating the murder
of Katherine Devlin.

I need you to answer
some questions.

Get them more coffees
and keep them here.

This'll only take
a few minutes.

You better have
a bloody good reason

for marching up in
my place of business.

You've been away
a long time

with only
that little suitcase.

I have a flat in Berlin.

I do a lot of business there.

I only need my laptop
and a few bits.

I have everything
I need there.

You left very soon
after Katy's murder.

I had business
to attend to.

You didn't get in touch
with your friend Jonathan,
offer condolences?

We were friends
a long time ago.

I would have thought
you'd have sent
a card at least

even if you'd fallen
out with Jonathan.

And who said
we'd fallen out?

We just grew apart
like people do.

Did you know
Katherine Devlin?

- No.
- Well, you knew
her mother Margaret.

By sight.

Well, a bit more
than just sight.
I mean...

It's her testimony
and her testimony alone

that places you and Jonathan
and Shane Waters at the cinema

the night of Peter Savage
and Jamie Rowan's
disappearances.

Well, by sight
would do it, wouldn't it?

I knew her by sight.

She saw us.
It's not that hard.

- Were you
at the cinema that night?
- Yes.

And why are you
asking me about this?

I thought this was
about Katy Devlin.

Well, this is
about Knocknaree,

and your involvement
with the events of 1985.

I wasn't involved.

Oh, you were questioned
three times.

You and Shane
and Jonathan,
three times.

That's because
those detectives

wanted to look busy
like they were doing something.

Where would I find Shane?

No, idea.
Hospital, prison.

Most likely he's lying
dead somewhere

with a needle hanging
out of his dick.

No, he isn't
any of those.

I've checked.

And I've gone
through all unidentified
street deaths, too.

I'm like that.

Thorough.

I haven't seen him
since I left out
of this shite hole.

Are we done here?

Keep yourself fit.

You've got a tracksuit?

What?

Your laptop, Mr. Mills,

that you take
everywhere with you.

If I was to get a warrant
and seize it as evidence,

what would I find on it?

Firstly, evidence of what?

And secondly, work,
you'd find my work.

What about pornography?

Do you have pornography
on your laptop, Mr. Mills?

- Yes, and...
- Hmm, what sort?

Ordinary. The usual.

What most men look at
when they're cracking one out

at the end of a long day,
you know.

Let's pretend I don't.
What sort?

Big shaved dykes
fisting arrogant Brits

- until they scream.
- Hmm. Niche.

Shaved. So they look
like children.

Do you have obscene images
of children on your laptop,
Mr. Mills?

Underage girls? Jailbait?

Get the fuck
out of my office.

Please don't use
bad language, Mr. Mills.

It belittles us both.

I know you don't have
a single thing on me.

If you did,
you'd have a warrant,

but you've got nothing.

I'll be phoning my lawyer about this.

Well, I hope your lawyer
has advised you
to stay in the country.

Going back to Berlin
looks like you've got
something to hide.

He goes anywhere other than
his home address, call me.

Will do, Detective.

Someone else saw
the same man I did?

The one
in the tracksuit?

Here? Somebody
from Knocknaree?

Well, I can't tell you
that, can I, Mr. Donnelly?

We've just got
some more faces
for you to look at,

throwing the net wider.

You forget
to put the bins out?

Uh, for Detective Reilly.

He said he wanted
to see everything
we found,

it's not what
we're looking for.

Hey, how many are there?

The faces? The men
I've got to look at?

I'm not gonna lie to you.
There's hundreds
of the twisted fecks,

so we better
get a rakin' on.

They're clear.

I wanna see him
on my own.

Fair enough.

What do you want?
Come to gloat?

You know what
the worst thing is?

I actually liked you.

I really liked you.

You sly little bitch.

It's nothing to do
with him.

I'm sorry.
I don't recognize
the man I saw.

You all right there,
Damien?

It's just...

Looking at them,

just knowing
what they do.

Damien, this is
our main line of inquiry
into who murdered Katy.

I wouldn't be asking
you to do this

if it wasn't
so important.

Yeah.

Let him have a break,

a proper one.
Fresh air outside.

Chat to him
about football
or something.

Football?

Films, whatever he likes.
I don't care.

Take his mind off it
and the first face

you show him
when he's back is this.

- Reilly, walk.
- Yes, sir.

Had a complaint
about you.

Cathal Mills' lawyers?
I'd expect you to.

Unprofessional. Intimidatory.

This is my "Don't piss
me off" face.

Cathal Mills likes
underage girls.

Where's this come from?

A tip.

They don't want
to be identified

but Jamie Rowan, 13.

Katy Devlin 13,
Margaret Devlin, 14,

when she claimed
to have seen the boys
at the cinema.

And we assumed
that just because
she married Jonathan Devlin

that he'd influenced her,
but...

Could be Mills.

Simone Cameron's known
the family a long time.

I'm gonna talk to her
about Margaret Devlin.

Oh, I love this bit.

Huh? When you get
the smell of them
in your nostrils.

When the hunt is on.

Makes the blood rage.

You've spoken to Maddox,
you know what's going on?

The dead woman's been using
her undercover identity.

What a cockup.

I wouldn't expect
anything better

from that streak of piss,
Mackey.

He is not gonna screw up
this investigation.

Maddox will be back with us
before this afternoon.

Work.

Time of death
between 1:00
and 1:30 a.m.

The weapon
is a blade

about eight inches long
and an inch in depth.

The wound is similar
to the one sustained
by Maddox.

But where Maddox
got lucky,

when the blade snagged
on her ribs and missed
the aortic artery,

this blade did not snag.

Aortic artery severed.

There's no match
to DNA taken
from Maddox.

Blood type,
O Rhesus negative.
Tox screen, negative.

No alcohol,
no drugs,
no fillings.

No sign of orthodontistry.

Some staining from wine,
coffee, cigarettes.

No criminal record.

Fingerprints came up
with nothing.

No surgical intervention,
so no medical history,

but there is a kicker.

He has to know.

Fuck my bits.

Could we cover her up?

What the hell
you doing here, O'Neill?

He was
at the scene.

No, he's working my case.
Not yours.

My case and your case
might be connected.

No, this is down
to that bastard psycho.

No, it's not.

We're still trying
to make a connection
to Johnstone.

You're wasting your time.
I told you it's not him.

What did
her housemates say?

They're beside themselves.

- They want to see her.
- Well, they can't.

- May I continue?
- What was she?

Student, English faculty
at Trinity.

Oh, God.

Oh, dear me.

You've really been
caught out, haven't ya?

- Aren't you supposed
to keep alerts open?
- Yeah, I do.

Well, then how did
this happen?

How did she sneak
right in under your nose?

I'll say this
nice and slow,

because we all know
you still work your computer
with a foot pedal.

But university registrations
are closed systems.

Tuition had all been paid for.
This could happen easily.

There she is,
our Jane Doe,

farting about Dublin.

She bumps into an old tutor
or some other student

that knew Maddox back then,
and it's all...

"My God, Lexie, you're back.
I can't believe it.

"Heard your parents
put you in rehab in Arizona."

Someone sharp, smart,

they can put together
a whole new identity
just by nodding and smiling

while people tell you
who you are.

Are youse all
on Ketamine?

Am I the only one
seeing this?

This is not
some straightforward
identity theft

from some random
Jane Doe.

Look at them, will ya,
for Christ sake,

with your actual eyes.

They could be twins.

Going a bit red
in the face there, Brian.

Careful you don't have
a stroke.

Don't you "Brian" me,
you arsehole.

When you two
are quite finished

banging your little mugs
on the table,

I would like
to continue.

Right, so the kicker.

There's a fetus.

She was
three months pregnant.

Thanks
for coming over, Father.

I appreciate it.

I need to speak
to Father Anthony, Cassandra.

So you go to your bedroom
and have a little read
of your book.

How's the child coping?

Not very well.

She worries me.

They're talking
about us.

I know.

I reckon they just want
to get us out of the way,

so they can sit there
and then they put it
all on show.

Their big old bones
and their cabbagey
frontey bits.

Lexie.

"Je t'adore..."

"...ich liebe dich."

You're not pregnant.
Get a grip, get a grip.

Get a grip.

Change of plan.

I've been doing
some research.

I want you to be Lexie
for a few hours,

so her housemates
come to see her.

Can you stop
that, Rafe?

Detective Mackey,

these are
Alexandra Mangan's
housemates.

This is Daniel March,
Rafael Lahiri,

Abigail Stone,
and Justin Mannering.

Thank you, Detective O'Neill,
I can take it from here.

She's, uh...
She's still with us,
but she's critical.

Next few days
will be crucial.

Is she gonna make it?

Well, where there's life,
as my mum used to say.

We really need
to find her family.

She doesn't have one.

We're her family.

She must have people,
you're her friends.

She must have talked
about her people.

I don't know.
You talk to your friends,
Detective?

I don't feel comfortable
pushing mine

on subjects that
they find distressing.

We're her people.

Jesus, that was weird.

Let me tell you something
about Daniel March.

When he was 17,
he nearly killed a boy.

Another pupil at his
exclusive boarding school,

nearly killed him.

It was hushed up.
Fuck knows how much
it cost his parents.

Then he was shipped off
to some even more
exclusive school,

prison, really,
with Latin and Greek.

He inherits
Whitethorn House
from an uncle.

And he makes those three
and our girl Lexie
joint owners with him.

All five of them
own that house.

So now you agree
with me?

It's nothing to do
with Johnstone.

Can Lexie die now?

Don't even think
about it.

I think...

I think Lexie
should get better

and go back home
to her friends.

Take a while, of course,
an injury like that.

You'll have plenty
of time to prep.

I'm working
a murder case, Frank.

Katy Devlin, remember?

You've gone all desk
on me, Cass.

All normal and ordinary
and safe.

So desk,
it makes me sad.

- I'm not undercover anymore.
- Yeah, of course, you are.

With your boyfriend,

your little routines,
and dinners out
and dinners in,

going to films,

trips to the pub
and walks by the seaside,

your pretend little life.

God, you really
have been watching me,
haven't you?

Undercover till the last.

It's a good disguise, but...

Rob Reilly's
your weak point, Cass.

How does poor Sammy boy
not see it?

Come work with me again.

You know you're only happy
being someone else.

Lexie is your creation.

Don't you wanna know
who killed her?

I have to go.

Cooking Thai green curry
for my boyfriend tonight.

From scratch.

Then I'm gonna throw him
on the bed.

Enjoy your microwave burger
and your lonely wank.

Detective Reilly.

I was looking
for Miss Cameron.

She's not here.

I mean, that's obvious,
isn't it?

Sorry.

How are you doing,
Rosalind?

Terrible.

Really terrible.

Why didn't Katy tell me
she'd been followed?

Why didn't she tell me
about this man?

I could have
done something.

Why did she keep it
to herself?

She probably didn't want
to worry you, frighten you.

Why are you here?

I don't mean
here right now,
but here...

In Ireland.

My dad's family
were from Donegal.

He died and I...

Felt the pull, I suppose.

Like me.

I like being here
because this is

where I feel close
to Katy.

This is where she is.

Rosalind, you have
to stop doing this.

Simone doesn't mind,

and I help her.

Come on.

I don't think
it's appropriate for you

to seek out my daughters
without my permission.

Rosalind is 18,
which makes her
an adult.

She doesn't need
your permission
for anything.

Jessica does.

Yes, but I wasn't actually
looking for either of them.

I wanted to ask
if anyone here
had ever seen

this man hanging around.

Your old friend
Cathal Mills.

He landed back
in Dublin this morning.

He's not my old friend,
so it's got nothing
to do with me.

Are you sure?

Because if you wanted
to take a moment
and think about

and amend any
previous statements,

including your
statements from 1985,

now would be the time.

Stay away from my daughters.

No, help me!

Please don't!

What the fuck are you
calling me for?

How did
you get my number?

Well, you met her before?

Oh, no.

All right, Jesus Christ,
all right.

Daddy?

Who was that?

Are your mother
and Jessica
packed and ready?

Nearly.

Are you staying
with us?

I'm dropping you off,
I'm coming back.

So I have to look after
them both on my own

in a static caravan
with a tiny cooker

and no proper bathroom?

Rosalind, just go
and finish packing, yeah.

Just tell me
why we're going,

I don't understand.

And who was that
on the phone?

Do as you are told.

Now!

Didn't know him.

Was he sure about it?

Yeah, he didn't know
any of them.

I'm gonna send him home.
He's a mess.

Fine.

But he comes back tomorrow.
And show him that photo again.

We'll get something done
with the hair.

Make it look like
it's scraped back.

Well, you said yourself
he's a mess.

Give him the night off
and look at it again tomorrow.

You're the boss.

Jailbait.

Pervert.

Go now.

Go now.

You can't know for certain
that it wasn't Johnstone.

Yes, I can.

He says, "It wasn't me,"
and you believe him?

He didn't say it,
and I just know
for certain.

Can we just get a pizza?
It'll be easier.

I'm halfway through now.
I might as well carry on.

- They'll find out who she is.
- No, they won't.

She doesn't exist.
I made her up and here she is.

You know,
one time I was home

for my cousin's birthday.

I was in the pub
with everyone

and this couple
come over.

American,
and they come to me,

"Oh, my God.
You're the image
of our friend.

"The image."

So, uh,
they show me photos

and yeah, I'm the image of their friend, Trey.

A firefighter in Boston.

Me doppelganger.

This couple take
a photo of me

doing a thumbs up
for Trey,

and we all have
a glass of whiskey,

wish each other rising road and go on our way.

What I'm saying is...

Everyone is someone.

This girl is someone.

She hasn't
just appeared.

Why not?

People disappear
all the time,

so why can't
the opposite be true?

Why can't people
just appear?

She's someone, Cassie,
all right.

She smoked.

She drank. She...

She was pregnant.

She existed and they'll
find out who she was.

You didn't make her up.

There's always something
in your family, isn't there?

Birthdays, weddings?

Christenings,
first communions?

Every weekend
there's something
to celebrate.

There's a lot.

How do you keep track
of it all?

I don't.
It's my mum.

Mum keeps track
of it all.

And what are you gonna do
when she dies?

Maddox, yep.

We have
an Alannah Shorey,

badly beaten,

and your name has come up.

I've drank too much
to drive.

Can you take me
to the hospital?

Alannah Shorey?

Jesus Christ, Alannah.

It was his family.

Cian's family.

'Cause I grassed them.

They found me
so you have to move me.

We'll arrest,
press charges.

Are you fucking mental?

Do you want me
to get killed?

I'm not saying a word
against them.

But you have to find me
somewhere else to live.

I can't go home,
so get me somewhere else.

Of course.

I'll do everything,
trust me.

We'll find somewhere else
for you as soon as we can.

No.

Not as soon as you can.

Now.

Now.

Or I'll tell.

I will.

I'll tell how you let
Detective Reilly say

that I was lower than shit
so that I'd grass.

I know you heard him.

I know you let him
say that to me,

so I don't trust you.

I don't trust you
until I'm in my new place

so you'll get me it.

Now.

I'll make some calls.

Okay.

Great.

Cheers.

Okay, emergency accommodation
in a few days,

and she'll be here
until then.

You let him do that?

Rob?

To her?

A man was killed.
We got a result.

You let a privately-educated,
privileged Englishman

tell an Irish girl
like that with nothing,

with no privilege,
that she was shit?

I don't fucking care
if his granny was born
in some shed out west,

he's still English telling her
that she's shit.

You can't see
what's wrong with that?

Always the politics.

The politics
and the dirty past.

Grow up.

- You got money on you?
- Yeah, why?

Get a cab home.

The reason I know that
girl's murder had nothing
to do with Johnstone

is because I used
to fuck him.

For a year. His girlfriend.
His piece of wild posh,

do anything.

You get to really know
a man when he's inside you.

You get to know his tell.

Quite enjoyed it,
if I'm honest.

Anyway, sleep tight.

Lexie did it.

They sliced
her hair off, Rob.

She lost two teeth.

Our witness.

Thank Christ,
the baby's okay.

We'll relocate her.

Yeah, we'd better.

It's been such
a shit day.

And about that girl
calling herself Lexie.
Are you safe?

Safe as I'm ever
gonna be.

I've stepped away
from it all.

Frank's mess.
He can clear it up.

Such a shit day.

Hey.

I told Sam
about me and Johnstone.

- Cass...
- Yeah.

- Why would you do that?
- To shock him.

To see his little
fanboy face crease up.

Because I was angry.

Because today's been
really, really shit.

Phelan.
- He's driving.
Not going home.

On my way.

Cathal Mills is
on the move.

Wanna see
where he's going?

There's a junction
coming up.

He's going straight ahead.

Take the junction.
We've got him from here.

Good work, Phelan.

Oh, anytime,
Detective. No worries.

Exploiting his man crush.

Yeah, fine,
I'm exploiting
his man crush.

So what?

Cathal Mills
is going to Knocknaree.

That's where he's going.

- What have you been saying?
- About what?

About that
fucking night.

Told them we were
at the cinema.

What about Sandra?

Not that anyone's
gonna believe

a word out
of her slag mouth.

My daughter
was murdered, Cathal.

My baby was suffocated
to death.

Shane. Have you seen him?

No.

It's him painting
all that bullshit

all over the place,
you know that.

Yeah? It's him.
He's off his tits.

He's been following
me around.

Going on about
raising darkness.

I've been paying
the shit to go away.

I've been dealing
with this. You haven't.

Now I've got
some prick detective
on my case...

Come on.

My daughter
was killed!

My daughter!

My baby is dead.

There's blood
pissing out of my nose.

You broke my nose,
you bastard.

Did you think
that we were gonna live
normal lives?

Did you really think
that, Cathal?

That there'd never be
a reckoning?

You're as bad
as Shane.

You're as bad as him.

He gets in touch with you,
you tell me, yeah,

'cause I'll end him.

I'll leave his bones in a ditch.
I'll think nothing of it.

I got out of this place.
I'm not getting dragged back.

We have to find
Shane Waters.

He's the key
to 1985.

He knows what happened
to Jamie and Peter.

We find that out,
we find out
who killed Katy.

He might know
what happened to you.

What are you gonna do
about Sam?

Nothing.

It's not like
I can explain it anyway.

Not to him. He's not
a freak like you.

You understand,

but he wouldn't.

That it was never really me
doing all of that,
it was Lexie.

She was always
the bold girl.

The sort of thing
she did.

What was that?

I don't know.

Wait here
for a second.

Cassie, it's our favorite.

♪ In the deserts

♪ ...of Sudan

♪ And the gardens of Japan

♪ From Milan to Yucatan

♪ Every woman, every man

♪ Hit me with your rhythm stick

♪ Hit me! Hit me!

♪ Je t'adore, ich liebe dich

♪ Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!

♪ Hit me with your rhythm stick

♪ Hit me slowly, hit me quick

♪ Hit me! Hit me!

There's a deer.

Mummy?

Daddy?

- Mummy? Daddy?
- They're dead.

But you've got me.

You've always got me.

Bollocks.

Sorry, mate.

It was nothing.

Whatever it was,
we can't have hit it
that hard.

Oh, Cass.

I'm okay.
I'm all right.

I'm all right.

- Morning, Cassie.
- Hey, morning.

- Good morning.
- Hi, lads.

Guess who's back
on hotline duty?

Damien Donnelly cried off.

His mum's having
a bad day.

Gotta stay home
with her.

Where is Reilly
and O'Neill?

Reilly's in a basement
doing something weird
to a bag of rubbish.

O'Neill...

You should be
looking for Adam.

Ask Adam
what he did in the woods.

Hey.

Anything?

What?

Rob, it's just me.

I knew you'd think
it was something.

What's happening here?

You were crying, Cass.
Crying girls make me hard.

That's it. That's all.

If it makes you
feel any better,

you can tell yourself
Lexie did it.

Fuck you.

Lexie did it.

There is no Lexie.

There is no Lexie!

There is just you.

There is just you.

I know! I know! I know!

I'll do it.

I'll be Lexie for you.