All language subtitles for Dublin.Murders.S01E07(1)

Student card identifies her
as Alexandra Mangan.

Garda there says
her friends called her Lexie.

The stabbing in Glenskehy
is potentially linked
to Katy in Knocknaree,

and Maddox is working
that case now.

Thank God you're home.

What's your plans
with Danny boy?

He thinks he has them all
like puppets on a string.

If we break the others,
we get to him.

Detective Reilly,
I came as soon as I could.

It's Shane Waters. He's alive.

So this is our star witness?

You should've talked
her out of it.

Cassie... come back.

Who are you?

Uniform Zulu 6-7,
Garda Cassie Maddox.

Requiring urgent assistance,
on foot on Frederick Street,

heading towards Stephen's Green.

Received, 6-7.

If I leave it in,

you'll stand a chance.

Come in, 6-7.

But if I take it out...

Oh...

Snagged on a rib
a bit there, didn't I?

A number of units are on their
way...

There now, Lexie,

or whatever your name is.

There now.

6-7, are you...

Oh fuck.

You brought me a stalk.
I'm so touched.

Yeah, I only meant
to have one.

When do I get
my place in Murder?

Do you know how many jobs
an undercover can do in Ireland?

Two.

If you were in America
or in Australia,

you could be undercover
your whole career.

But on this tiny country,
you get known.

Two jobs.

You got one left.

Murder.

That's the deal.

Come on,
you're breaking my heart.

I feel rejected.

Okay, all right.

When you agree
to trauma counselling.

I said I don't need it.
I'm not traumatized.

You don't agree, you don't pass
the psych assessment.

You wouldn't have to
do it, so I don't see
why I should have to.

But I did do it.

Yeah.

Sat in a room
with a big box of tissues

on the table in case
I, um, broke down.

I said I trusted their process

and was feeling stronger
week by week.

I even shed a manly tear.

So you do the same.

You be a good little maniac.

You go to the counselling,
you tell them a story,

you let them tick their boxes.

Or they'll put you
in admin forever.

Okay?

I'm trusting the process.

Feeling stronger week by week.

And every day,
I'm just overwhelmed

with how lucky I am
to have made it.

I'm just so happy

to still be living.

What did you give her?

Enough.
She's out cold.

All right, put your back
into it, will you?

She keeps slipping.

Oh, oh!

What if you're wrong?

I'm not.

You can't fake
how you kiss.

It's like
a fingerprint.

What are you doing?

Proving it.

There's nothing there.

That's not nothing.

It's not new,
it's not recent.

It's an old scar.

It's still proof.

It's not her.

I said it from the start.
It's not Lexie.

Try this again, Rafe?

Take her legs.

Rafe!

Do you know a Jonathan Devlin,
Mr. Andrews?

He ran the campaign
"Move the Motorway."

I've heard of him, yeah.

The father of that
poor little girl.

Katy. Her name was Katy.

Died from blunt force trauma
and suffocation.

And she knew it was happening.

Struggled. Horrific.

Mr. Devlin made some
very serious allegations

about land fraud
and financial corruption.

There's always people
who resist progress.

Who needs a motorway

that goes from
nowhere to nowhere?

Rural development.

We're building a modern,
forward-facing future
for this country.

It's not about private individuals

buying up land
using taxpayers' money?

Absolutely not.

Did you ever make intimidatory
phone calls to Jonathan Devlin?

No.

You never had
any contact with him?

No.

Mr. Andrews, Terence...

Can I call you Terry?

You kept the same
mobile number

you used to call
Jonathan Devlin.

You kept using it.

The same number? My dude...

how is someone as pig-shit thick as you

allowed out on your own?

I want you
to repeat this after me.

Slowly and clearly for the tape.

"That's a lovely daughter
you've got there, Jonathan.

"Talented, too.

"Shame if anything were to happen to her."

If you could repeat those words, Mr. Andrews,

then we can play the tape
to Jonathan Devlin

and he can identify you
as the man

who threatened him and his daughter.

His 13-year-old
murdered daughter, Katy.

I'm not saying anything
until my lawyer gets here.

Try and get some sleep.

You're gonna need
a clear head.

Poor little girl.

You poor thing.

You poor little girl.

Get the fuck away
from my baby.

Shane.

Your little girl, Jonny.

Your poor little girl.

And it's our fault.

We raised a darkness.

There's no such thing.

That little boy with the blood in his shoes.

Those two other children,
and now your Katy.

The Garda are looking for you.

This detective

keeps asking
about back then.

When you smashed
your face up.

He keeps asking why.

And Cathal says
if he sees you again,

he'll leave you
in a ditch.

I'd believe him, too.

That's your problem
right there, Jonny.

You always believe Cathal.

How long will you
be staying?

Am I in the way?

No, it's just...

You've never stayed before.

Well, I've never been
kicked out

of my flat before.

Why did she
kick you out?

Oh, I don't know.

Inadequate sexual technique.

Are you trying
to shock me?

Are you shocked?

No.

Oh, thank fuck
for that.

Wouldn't want to start off
on the wrong foot.

I'm going for a shower.

It's been interesting watching you dream.

What did you give me?

Ketamine...

and Rohypnol.

It's just water.

Need to pee.

What's your name?

Cassie Maddox.

Detective Garda
Cassie Maddox.

You've had some texts

from your tutor.

But that's not your tutor,
though, is it?

- No.
- No.

Detective Mackey,
I reckon.

He'll be expecting
a response from you

to let him know
you're okay.

What do I tell him?

He won't be expecting
an answer.

Okay.

Good.

I'll make some coffee and...

we can discuss the options.

That would be sensible.

It's my friends.

You know?

I have to take care
of my friends.

Daniel, no!

Please, please!

Please don't hurt me,
please.

That's my gun.

Oh, God, please.

Abby, it's all right, it's all right.

Just tell him.

You think
I'm fucking stupid?

He won't be expecting
an answer?

Tell me what I text him.

Abby, just keep
looking at me.

Please.

Tell me right now,

what I text him
to keep him away!

Text him and say
I'm researching

and I'll be in touch
in a couple of days.

Fucking liar!

That's the truth.

I promise.

Take the gun away
from her head, please.

Okay.

- Ow.
- Sorry.

- Okay?
- Mmm-hmm.

Well done.

Your gun,

my house.

Mine!

I know
every inch of it.

Come on.

Unless you want to piss
in the corner.

I've got a sighting
of Shane Waters for you.

At the old bonding warehouse down at the docks.

Well, they didn't know his name.

But they did recognize him
from the description
of his jacket.

You look busy.

Terence Andrews
is in the cells,

sweating and panicking.

It's a beautiful sight.

I wasn't talking to you.

I was talking to O'Neill.

Detective O'Neill,
I'd like you to give me

an update
on your progress

on the land fraud
investigation.

Not Quigley.

You.

You don't want
to do this today.

Or any other day.

No, I really do.

This is the day
I want to do it.

- What's going on?
- I screwed Maddox.

But you knew that, Quigley.

You've been bitching
about it for long enough.

But poor O'Neill
was in love with her.

So now he's all cheated
and betrayed and sad.

Have I got it about right?

Shit. Oh, shit.

Say your piece, you must
be choking on it by now.

Let's hear you, big man,

then we can have
a gentleman's handshake.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Oh, is that it?

Is that all?

Pushing and shoving?
I can do that all day.

Not here, for fuck's sake,
not here.

Oh, come on,
you've got more than that.

Break my jaw
or something,

my ribs, I should be
spitting out teeth.

Knock me out.

Jesus, Reilly,
what's the matter with you?
Just piss off.

You know what she told me?

When she woke up
at hospital

after being stabbed,
she was disappointed

to still be alive.

You were
the consolation prize

for breathing,
for still having a pulse.

So come on...

Right here.

Unleash the fucking
beast, O'Neill.

Do it.

Do it.

Are you on meth?

And you, not a single
word about this.

What happens
in Vegas, right?

Vegas?

Stays in Vegas.

- Gobshite.
- I'm sorry.

What was that
about sightings?

Shane Waters.

We have him spotted two nights ago down by...

Let's get out of here.

Where?

We'll go
to Mallin-Davis.

Tell them their man
is in the cells

and in need
of legal advice.

Let's be a right pair
of bastards, huh?

Rattle some bones,
see what happens.

Come on, Sam.

Listen to your partner
for once.

Don't be scared.

I'm gonna take care
of everything.

You feel better?

I thought you
might want these.

Did you go inside
my clothes

and remove my bandage?

I had to show them.

He said there'd
be nothing there,

but there is.

A scar, on you.

A coincidence.

Shall we?

- Go on.
- Be careful.

I know what I'm doing.

Where's your
grandfather's gun, Daniel?

Safe.

Hello.

I thought we agreed

you were gonna
have a sleep.

No, you suggested
I have a sleep,

but I thought it was
a better idea

to get absolutely
shit-faced instead.

Go.

What do we call you?

Cassie.

Or Detective Maddox,
it's up to you.

Oh, this is just fantastic.

So, what's the plan, Dan?

What's the strategy, master tactician?

We're all
going to be fine.

Oh, amazing.

Amazing.

Bring on
the dancing girls.

Pizza for everyone.

We are all
going to be fine.

How?

You're agitated.

You need a cup of tea?

- I don't want a cup
of sodding tea.
- Justin.

Okay.

Listen, listen, listen.

This is what we do.

We pack...

Just a few things,
we travel light.

We go to Cork airport,

or Knock, that's tiny,
it's just nuns there.

And then we get
the first flight out.

First flight, anywhere.

I'll buy the tickets.

Okay, and what
about her?

Just tie her up.

Lock her
in the cellar again.

We'll leave you food.

Thanks.

How long have we got

until someone starts
looking for her?

A few days.

Unless she's lying.

I thought you were gonna
shoot Abby in the head.

I wasn't
going to risk that.

A few days.

Well, when we're
out of here,

we can call the Garda

and tell them
exactly where she is.

And by that time,
we could be anywhere.

Anywhere we want

because, you know, prison...

That is not
on my trajectory.

So?

Probably best to wait
till it gets dark.

So no-one
can watch us leave.

Yeah. I suppose.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Justin, the tea.

You good?

Yes.

What's this for?

We're going to play
a little game.

Just to pass the time.

It's called
Truth or Dare.

The truth about what?

The fact that you're
a sociopathic bitch

that came in here
to ruin us.

Sit down.

I'm looking
for a man.

Wears a
road mender's jacket.

Have you seen him?

Shane?

Don't worry.
It's okay, little boy.

It's okay, little boy.
Let go.

Let go.

What do you reckon
Terry will do

when he finds out his
employers deny he exists?

Cry?

Twenty says
he shits himself.

Literally shits.
And then cries.

You're on.

He's mine.

No, he isn't.

Follow.

Piss off, son.

Anything more than
three shakes is a wank.

I said piss off.

He has an alibi

for the date
of both murders.

He's no longer
a suspect.

That motorway is rotten.

- Sir.
- Sir, it's rotten.

The construction company
is rotten and all the money
is rotten.

Well, then it's a case
for Fraud and Corruption,

which is where
your work has gone.

Gone?

- Sir.
- Sir.

Gone. It's very good work.

Meticulous,
but it's not murder

and in my department,
we work murder.

So your work,
your files are gone.

Did someone call you?

- Sir.
- Sir.

I get calls
all the time, O'Neill.

It's part of my job.

Look at me.

I'm trussed up
like a pig's breakfast.

I'm going to a reception,

I'm giving
a keynote speech about

policing modern Ireland
during a boom time.

It's also part of my job.

Your job is
to follow the evidence

and apprehend the killer

of Katy Devlin in Knocknaree.

Is that understood?
Say, "Yes, sir."

Yes, sir.

- O'Neill?
- Yes, sir.

Good.

Now you can both
piss off.

Shane? Shane Waters?

I've been looking for you
for such a long time.

I'm Detective
Sergeant Reilly.

I'm investigating the death
of Katy Devlin at Knocknaree.

You're not in any trouble,
I promise.

But I really need
to speak to you

about what happened
in the woods in 1985.

Can we talk?

Because you have
no idea

how important
you are to me.

You probably don't know it,
but you're the key.

We-we have to talk.
Let me get you coffee.

I'll get you
whatever you need,

so you-you can talk to me.

Adam.

It's you.

What?

No.

I was so frightened
for you.

You've got it-
you've got it wrong.

I'm, I'm not...

So frightened for you,

and here you are.

Oh, Adam.

Adam.

Adam, no!

No!

And what was your objective?

Coming into this house,
into our lives.

Attrition,

sedition,

depose the King.

What does that mean?

Psychologically
destroy you.

Set you against
each other.

Tear you apart.

Well, you didn't
achieve that.

You don't understand
anything about us at all.

My main objective

was to find out
which one of you

murdered
Lexie Mangan.

Did you know
she was pregnant

when she was stabbed?

When she bled to death.

Wasn't she, Abby?

She didn't want
you to know.

Didn't want you upset.

Attrition, sedition...

You're gonna have to work
a lot harder than that.

Thank you
for thinking of me.

- I'm sorry.
- Don't be sorry.

I think it's just
sunk in that she's dead.

Actually dead.

Yeah.

Do her-her
family know?

We don't know
who her family are,

or where they are.

Wouldn't you just
look up her name?

It wasn't her name.

She's a Jane Doe.

Lexie Mangan
is a name I made up.

An identity for a
previous assignment.

Oh, so you've done
this before.

Slink into people's lives like a virus.

Make them like you,

make them trust you.

You're a cheat, Detective Maddox.

Yeah, I am.

You've absolutely
nailed me.

I'm a cheat.

Cheat friends,

cheat people who
care about me.

Cheat death.

Keep waiting for it
to catch up with me but...

it hasn't.

Yet.

Ooh,

is it going to catch up
with me tonight, Daniel?

Waving my gun around?

Big man, yourself.

- Mmm.
- We all cheat

and lie to make people
like us and trust us,

and you're
the fucking worst.

You needy motherfucker.

- No, he isn't.
- Oh, come on!

Look at the people he
surrounds himself with.

Look at you.

Any moment Rafe spends sober
is unbearable to him,

and by the way
you, uh...

You weren't the father
of Lexie's baby.

He was.

Bollocks was I.

DNA tests on the fetus.

You're the daddy, Rafe.

Not that it matters,

it's as dead
as she is.

It's okay, Rafe.

It's okay.

Friends share
and Lexie made that easy.

"Friends share"?

How do you think
Abby feels about that?

She loves you, Daniel.

And you're balls deep
in another woman.

That's cruel.

I don't mind,
I understand.

I can hear
you crying.

- No, you can't.
- I know Abby loves me,

and I love her.

We don't own
each other.

Says the man who
owns this house

and all the
people in it.

We all own
this house.

Until someone
tries to leave it.

You gave it to them,
but it's not a gift,

it's a noose.

Tying them to you.

These broken children you need
to make yourself feel whole.

You needy, needy,
needy motherfucker.

Don't talk to him
like that!

You never told them about
the boy you tried to kill
when you were seventeen.

Why did you do that?

What did he do to you?

They don't
believe you, Cassie.

But keep trying.

I told Justin.

He didn't
seem surprised.

Perhaps he knows
you've got it in you.

Huh?

Justin?

Justin, it's okay.

Mate...

I know you're in a lot
of pain right now.

You have been
for a while.

You don't know
what to think.

Tell her
how Lexie died.

Hmm?

It's hurting you.

I hate
when things hurt you.

Take her
into the kitchen.

Tell her, okay?

I want you to have
some peace.

Okay?

It's okay.

Go on.

I was going
to check for Shane.

Any luck? Or...

Just did,
no one there.

I think we need to try
other towns and other cities.

You want the same
alert going out?

His name and the
road mender's jacket?

Well, that's all
we've got.

Yeah, um...

I was getting
dinner ready.

And I told her I knew
what she was doing.

I knew

that she was selling
her part of the house.

Leaving us.

She ran out
of the house and...

I followed her, I...

I didn't even think about
still having the knife.

I caught her in the alley
and I begged her not to leave.

And sh-she said I-I
should come with her

because I was invisible
to all of them.

Abby couldn't see
anyone but Daniel.

Daniel only saw me

when I put food
in front of him,

and Rafe only saw me

when his cock
was in my mouth.

Then I...

I put the knife in her.

I-I didn't even
realize I'd done it.

I...

I-I just, I w...

I wanted her to stop
saying it because
it was all true.

I really miss her.

She made me laugh.

And there was a baby.

Oh, God.

Justin...

I am not going
to abandon you.

I'll speak for you in court.

It means something, you know...

confessing.

I need your help.

I need to know
who she was.

It fucks with you.

Seeing someone who looks
almost exactly like you.

How did you meet?

No way! Lexie!

It's Justin.

We had a couple of seminars
together, in first year.

Yeah.

Of course, Justin.
Sorry.

I-I heard your parents
put you in a rehab.

That's rough.

Yeah, a bit.

Clean and serene
now, though.

So great
to see you again.

But she hadn't
seen me again...

because the Lexie
I recognized

from the seminars
was you.

Undercover.

Yeah.

Are you going back
to Trinity?

If I can.

I'm sure you can.

Just go to
registrations,

say, "I'm
Lexie Mangan,

"I-I'm back, bitches."

Maybe not
the bitches bit.

Justin, the tattoo
on her wrist,

the circle,

what was that about?

She said, "Only
a madwoman or a genius

"can draw a freehand circle.

"Take your pick which one I am."

I never wanted to leave
her in that cottage.

Never.

But suddenly,
everything was decided

and cleaned up.

Daniel.

He said everything
would be all right.

That we could all
go on like normal.

But it never
was normal...

and all right.

Justin, I need to get you
all out of here.

Daniel is planning
something.

Where did he put
his grandfather's gun?

He said he put it
somewhere safe.

I think
maybe he might have
given it to Abby.

He calls her
his safe place.

And obviously,
he was a graduate.

You feel better, Justin?

Of course, he is.

We're all
feeling better.

In fact, this doesn't
need to get messy.

No one needs to panic

or leave the country.

I mean, we were all just
trying to protect him.

Seriously, you are
doing this now?

Yes.

I'm going with her.

So, I'm tidying up.

You're not gonna do it,
you never do.

It was a
spur-of-the-moment thing

and we just wanted
to protect Justin.

He's vulnerable.

Daniel...

Where's the key
for the back door?

Somewhere.

You can't go.

I don't want you to.

We stick together.

That's the pledge we
all made to each other.

You took an oath.

You can't
break that now.

It's just
something you say.

No!

No, it's not just
something I said!

It's something
we said!

We said that
and we meant it!

You said those
words to me!

Fucking said
that to me!

We said them
to each other!

The other gun,
the old revolver.

Have you got it?

You shut the fuck up!

What are you doing?

You're not going
to shoot me.

- No?
- No.

You're gonna
shoot them.

And then yourself.

Four bodies
shot with my gun

and me left
to deal with it.

Why did you try and kill
that boy at school, Daniel?

What had he done to you?

He didn't want to be
my friend anymore.

Let him go.

Let him go.
It can just be us.

Just us two.

Doesn't work
if it's just us two.

Never did!

Daniel!

Rafe!

You crazy bastard!

On your knees! Stop!

Stop!
- Put your hands
in the air!

Do not move!

Do not move!

Don't
struggle, it'll hurt.

On your knees.

Why did you come here?

We were happy
until you came here.
- On the floor.

Abby, lie on the floor!

Hands behind your back,
eyes closed.

Don't get up
till you're told.

Justin, keep
her still.

- Yeah.
- Daniel!

You lied.

It's what I do.

Drop the weapon.

Drop it, Daniel.

Drop it, Daniel!

Imagine if you and Lexie
had met each other,

face-to-face.

Do you know what happens

when doppelgangers
meet each other?

The world ends.

Put your hands
above your head.

Shit, shit, shit.

Cart over there please, will you?

Thank you.

I knew
something was wrong.

They're not going
to Dublin.

I'll process them
somewhere more discreet.

Because
it's a mess.

It's not that
much of a mess.

Bit of a...

creative spin for your report,
and it's a roaring success.

I made a mistake.

I was careless.

I should have been
more cautious about
what I drank, but...

I wasn't.

Well, no one
needs to know that.

Creative spin,
Cass.

Don't send in your report
until we've talked, okay?

I'll get someone
to take you home.

Good job,
by the way.

Nerves of steel, man.

Yeah, good job.

Peter, Jamie.

Peter?

Where'd you go?

Where have you been?

Come on. You're
always the last.

Come on.

Keep up, Adam!

Run, Adam,
or they'll get you!

Wait for me!

You never wait!

Peter? Jamie?

Wait.

Peter!

Jamie!

Come back.

Peter? Jamie?

Jamie?

Peter?

Where are you?
Come back.

Peter?

Jesus Christ, son!
You nearly fell in.

Come away,
you could
have drowned.

Come home.

Come-come
home with me.

Wake up, son!
For Christ's sake, wake up!

You might have glass
in your feet.

Need to
clean them.

You should never
have gone back
to Knocknaree.

Telling people you were
dead in a car crash,

out in the street,
shouting their names,

and your clothes smell
of petrol and burning.

What have you
been doing?

What does Cassie
say about this?

I don't know.
She's gone.

Gone where?

You've done to her
what you do to everyone.

What do I do?

You freeze them out.

You go cold.

I don't know
how it happens.

I had this sweet,
loving little boy.

Now you're this cold,
cold man.

You don't know
how it happens?

Even when your
dad was dying,

and he wanted you
to take his hand

and just hold it,

hold it while he died,

and you couldn't
even do that.

And I don't
know you.

I don't
recognize you.

How could you
not have held
your dad's hand?

You put me

in a fucking
boarding school in
a different country.

I didn't know
a single fucking soul

and you left me there.

You left me there
with strangers.

How the fuck do you
expect me to be?

You sound like
an Irish man.

We wanted you
to have routine.

We didn't know what to do.

I missed my friends.

Oh, I missed them.

Why do you still
worship those kids?

They were vicious to you.

- No, they weren't.
- Vicious.

I hated you playing with them.

Your dad said
it was just kids
being kids

and I should cut
the apron strings,

but I felt sick
watching you go
off with them.

You never liked them
because you're a snob.

I didn't like them
because they were bad kids!

Cruel kids, taunting you for being little,

always running off and leaving you on your own

in those
bloody woods.

Laughing at you, and
you'd come home crying.

- No, I didn't.
- I'd beg you to stay home.

I tried everything
to stop you, but
you still went,

following them
like a little puppy.

Why would you
tell me this?

Why would you say this?
I don't understand.

Because...

You've remembered
us all wrong.

You're trapped in it.

And I don't want
you to be trapped.

I don't want your life
to be ruined, Adam.

Don't call me that.

First new message.

Cassie, it's Rob. Come back.

I have something
I want to tell you.

The caravan's freezing,
so we've come back.

Place is a pig-sty.

A disgrace.

You should be ashamed.

We should have rung
to warn you, Daddy. I'm sorry.

I'll soon have
this sorted out.

You look funny.

We shouldn't
have seen that.

But we did.
The dirty gits.

We can use it against 'em.
Have some fun.

We saw your
hairy arseholes!

We saw you doing it,
you dirty beasts!

Don't.

Look at you.
Wanna be at home

watching your top twenties
with your mam?

You're no fun.

That's your
problem, Adam.

- You're no fun.
- You're no fun.

Such a waste
of skin.

Can't leave the place alone, huh?

Do you want one?

Look like you could do with it.

Yeah, thanks.

Tanks on the lawn.

Can't wait to get started.

That's probably
the last of those
we'll be doing for you.

Right.

Did you find what
you were looking for?

No.

Nor did I.

At least we tried.

Gotta count for something, hasn't it?

Trying?

They're a bit stale.

Fine if you
dunk it, though.

Advanced
digestive process.

So, eaten a good
five hours before death.

And a chocolate
biscuit.

Initial digestive
process.

Whose were these, Mark?

Biscuits?
Damien always
brought them.

Damien?

Always eating, that boy.

Hollow legs.
Why?

Mrs. Donnelly
is so sick,

I don't want her house
being taken over

until we have to.

Why didn't I look?

This is how
he moved the body.

I didn't even
look to see if
there was a car.

Do you want me
to start in here?

Inside.

I know
you have a job to do,

but you'll find
nothing here.

It's a mistake.

Damien's the best boy
in the world, isn't he?

We'll do our best
not to disturb you.

Her clothes had been
washed and dried.

She had been
kept somewhere.

I'm thinking,
perhaps...

Ready?

Ready.

Oh, Katy.

Oh, Christ!