All language subtitles for Redemption.S01E05.720p.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264

-Well, this is a surprise.

-Yeah. It's the best surprise.

Where are you staying,
Dad? You can say here.

Mom's room is free.

It's all right.

It's a bit crowded here.

I mean, I could stay
for dinner, if you like.

-Yeah? Yeah, of course.

-Can he?

-Yeah. Of course.

We can order pizza.

But it's a school night,
so we can't stay up late.

- Maybe get some beers in.
- Yeah. Of course.

Maybe on your birthday.

-Oh. Birthday. Yes.

I have prezzies for you guys.

- Thanks.
- There you go.

-Aww. Thanks.

You didn't have to.

-I just can't believe
how grown up you two are.

Look at you, huh?

I bet all the boys are
buzzing around you.

- Oh, no.
- Yes, they are.

Come on. What's his
name? What's his name?

-Well... Russ.

- Russ?
- Yeah.

-What about you? Are
you seeing anybody?

-Kevin.

And they're on the both
treating you well, yeah?

-Yeah. Yeah. 100%.

-I mean, as long as you're
both happy, that is...

That's all that matters.

-That's what Mom used to say.

-Is that why you're here,
then? Because of Mum?

- Liam.
- That's... That's alright.

Yeah.

Yeah, I heard about your mom,

and I thought you
needed your dad.

-You missed the funeral.

-Yeah, I know.

I just... I... I couldn't
manage it, you know?

I'm sorry... about everything.

But, you know, I'm here now.
- Yeah.

He had to get the time off
work to visit, and all.

-No, I didn't take
time off work.

I quit my job.

And I'm...

I'm back for good.

-Really?

Oh, my God. That's
such good news.

-So where have you been?

-I've been... nowhere.

A lot of... work stuff.

A lot of boring adult stuff.

Look, none of that matters.

It doesn't matter,
right? Come on. Sit down.

I want to know more about Kevin.

I want to hear more
about Russ and Kevin.

I want to know how you've been.

You know, let's get back
to the old days, huh?

-No.

I thought we agreed that
I would let you know

when it's a good
time to see the kids.

It's not good for them, you just
showing up here out of the blue.

They haven't seen you in years.

-We're happy.

Look, I know you've been used
to getting things your own way,

Colette, but I'm the dad.

Once I get full custody, I'm
going to be live with them,

so you might as well get used
to it sooner rather than later.

-Do you really think it's
going to be that easy?

Okay, when, exactly,
are you going to

tell them where you've been
for the last few years?

You're going to do it
in front of the judge?

-And you think it
would have been better

if that's the first
thing I tell them?

Or is that what you wanted,

for them to be upset with me?

Turn them against me,
you get full custody,

and then you carry on living
here rent-free in Dublin.

-Are you fucking serious?

Do you think I care
about this house?

Or is that what you care about?

I haven't even thought
about the house.

I'm doing this because of Stacey,
because it's what she wanted.

She wanted me to
be their guardian,

and be responsible for them.

-Yeah, well, Stacey's not
here anymore, Colette.

Now, I'm gutted about
it, but she's gone.

Now, I'm the dad, and I have
to do what I think is right.

End of story.

-Hey. Hey.

I need to talk to
you about tonight.

- Did you tell my dad?
- No.

I want to talk to you first.

-Commence the lecture.

-I don't want to lecture you.

I want to talk to you.

I'm worried about you.

-You don't need to worry.

I'm fine, okay?

Liam's full of shit.

Just couldn't keep
his mouth shut.

-It's not Liam's fault.

He's your brother.
He cares about you.

- Whatever.
- Cara, this is drugs, all right?

This is serious.
It's not funny.

- "Drugs."
- You could get a record.

You could ruin your whole life.

-Oh, my God. I'm not
taking them, okay?

I'm not. I'm not a junkie.

I'm just minding them.
- Well, tell that to a judge.

See what he says.

Do you know how many
times they've had that?

"I'm just minding
them." They don't care.

-Are you going to arrest me?

Arrest me, then. Go for it.

-No, I'm not going
to arrest you.

Then leave me alone.

-Look, I want you to promise me

that you're not going
to see Russ anymore.

-Of course I'm going
to fucking see him.

He's my boyfriend.
- Not anymore, he's not.

-What?

-I don't want you
anywhere near him.

I know you think
he cares about you.

-He does care about me.

You don't fucking trust me.
You don't fucking get it.

-Oh, God, Cara, come
on. You don't get it.

Listen, this isn't a request.

This is what's going
to happen, all right?

-Or what?

-If he loved you,
do you really think

he'd have you dealing
his drugs for him?

I mean, use your fucking brain.

-Get the fuck out of my room!

-Cara's pretty pissed, huh?

-Did you hear that?

-I think they
heard it in Galway.

Cara can really hold
a grudge, you know.

-Like your mom.

-Not that she seems to mind

that Dad missed Mom's
funeral, though.

-Are you alright?

It must've been
a bit of a shock.

-I mean, I was only
10 when he left.

And he wasn't around
much before that.

-You don't have to see
him if you don't want to.

If you need more
time, it's fine.

-I know.

I mean...

I do want to see him.

It's weird.

But he is my dad, you know?

-Yeah. I do know.

-, it's mom.

You have to take your sister
to Debbie's, all right?

I've arranged it.

Take a £20 from me.
Go for a takeaway.

I just need to
sort something out.

Listen, your
sister, she might...

She might say something
that'll get her upset.

You'll need to look after her.

Don't worry. Cara hasn't
done anything wrong.

She's not in trouble.

I love you.

I just need to
sort something out.

-Hi. You've reached
Debbie's phone.

Please leave your
name and number,

and I'll get back to
you as soon as possible.

-Cara, wait.

I need to talk to
you about your mom.

I need help figuring out
this last number she called.

-Have you changed
your mind about Russ?

-No. I haven't.

-Well, then, there's
nothing to talk about.

-Hello. Dublin
Women's Crisis Center.

This is Sinead.
How can I help?

Hello?

Hello? Are you there?

- Hello.
- Hello.

I'd like to talk to someone
about Stacey Lockley.

She called here a few times.

-I'm sorry, but all our
records was a confidential.

-Yeah, I understand, but...

The center was the
second to last number

Stacey called that night.

-How did she die?

-Well, it's been
ruled as a suicide.

-Oh, my God.

She called a few times, but...

I never would have thought
she was a suicide risk.

-Can you tell me
why she was calling?

-She was worried.

Custody issues, mainly,

the kids, what might
happen to them.

-And was she worried about...

Niall, was it?

-No.

It was Eoin.

-Did she think he was a
danger to her, or to the kids?

-Not exactly.

There was nothing concrete.

She wanted to be
prepared, I think,

reading between the lines.

He was a forceful personality,
difficult to stand up to.

-The last call the
night she died,

did she mention Eoin?

-No. Not specifically.

But she made an appointment
to come in the next day.

She didn't think she had
anyone she could trust.

So, we were going to
help her if we could.

But she never showed.

-Yeah?

-I've been tracing
Stacey's last phone calls.

I just talked to someone
at a women's crisis center.

Apparently, Stacey
called them a few times.

She was afraid of Eoin.

She was trying to
get away from him.

-Jesus.

-Yeah, I know.

-All right, guys, I've
got an attempted robbery

of a truck down
at the Docklands.

Security guard called it in.

The driver crashed while
trying to get away.

He was injured at the scene.

The other suspect is still
at large, and may be armed.

- Is that the driver?
- It was.

- So, what did you hit him with?
- This.

-Got it. Wilson
and Cunningham.

Yeah. Local. Yeah,
they called it in.

- So, where'd the other guy go?
- He did a runner.

-They picked a good place
for it, didn't they?

No CCTV, narrow lanes coming
away from the warehouses.

Nothing to stop the lorry.

-Yeah, but I don't think
they were expecting

security on board.
- You all right?

-Yeah. I'll be grand.

-Do they always have a
guard on the lorries?

-It's a new procedure
the last couple of weeks.

Some of the smaller
lorries have been held up,

so didn't want to risk
this lorry, you know...

Not with a much bigger load.

- What are you transporting?
- Pharmaceuticals.

-We need to call
Organized Crime.

-Mm-hmm.

We'll have to take you
down to the station,

get a statement.
- No problem.

-Has the suspect
been cleared yet?

-I can't give them to you yet.
He hit his head pretty badly.

Needs to get a scan
at St. Peter's.

-Is it all right
if I ride with you?

-Sure.

- Guard?
- Yeah.

-I have the personal
belongings you asked for.

-Thank you.

-When did Eoin
Molony give you this?

Usually, he has one
of his girlfriends

register the lock-ups, so
he can keep his hands clean.

Was he using you the same way?

You were meant to take
the drugs from the lorry

to the storage locker,
isn't that right?

James...

what do you know
about Stacey Lockley?

-My client won't be
answering any questions.

-I take it Eoin sent you.

You represented him when he
made a complaint about me.

-I'm here for my client,
Mr. Orman, right now.

And he won't be
speaking any further.

-Yeah.

-We have to stop
meeting like this.

-Sorry.

It's part of a
whole bigger thing.

for weeks.

overreach
with this latest robbery.

not going
to be happy about this.

-Yeah.

-We think he's gone underground.

-James Orman's
personal belongings.

He's staying overnight at
St Peter's for observation.

-Thank you.

-James is working for Eoin.

He sent his pet lawyer, Isobel
Quigley, to the hospital.

James had a loose key on him.

I'd put money on it being
for a storage like this.

There' one just like it in
Stacey's bag in my boot.

When I found out where
the storage locker was,

it was empty,

but Eoin Molony was
waiting outside.

-Well, you didn't... you
didn't take the key, did you?

-No.

But I took a picture.

-Okay. Send it to me.
I'll do some digging.

-Don't be getting
yourself in trouble.

-Colette.

Colette.

-Sorry. I was miles away.

-Pub?

-Yeah. Why not?

You buying?
- No.

You have the cash, don't you?

Also, I have a question for you.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

How many tattoos have you got?

- Jesus, you don't miss a beat.
- No, I don't.

-When did you spot that?

-My first day of work.

- Impressive.
- Yeah.

-Right. I have three tattoos.

I've got a beautiful
piece of artwork

here on my left shoulder,

which is covering up a really
shitty piece of artwork.

-I've got my son's name,
, on my left arm.

-That's a lovely name.

I didn't know you had a son.

-Yeah.

I don't see him often, but...

-Yeah.

How's all your gang doing?

-Liam...

he's got the weight of the world
on his shoulders, you know?

And Cara has a boyfriend,
and he is a piece of work.

-Right. Bad news?

-Yeah, he's seriously bad news.

Of course I don't understand.

-Like we were never teenagers.

- Exactly.
- Do you think she'll see sense?

-Yeah, maybe, but now
their dad's shown up.

You know, he just wants to be
their friend, not the parent.

It really pisses
me off, actually.

-Suppose you've been through
this before with Stacey.

You must have some
tricks up your sleeve.

-When I had Stacey,
I was really young.

Pretty much messed
up everything.

But Cara, she so
like her, you know?

She's... Not just the looks,
but, like, everything.

Jesus, she's moody.

I'm rabbiting on.

And you're drinking
fucking Coke.

-It's good to have
a rabbit sometimes.

-So, where's your other tattoo?

-Oh, no.

Really?
- Is it hidden?

Well, let's just say

you probably wouldn't see it if
I was wearing me swim trunks.

I was very young,
and very stupid,

and trying to impress a girl.

-Did it work?

-Not that girl, no.

- Yeah.

Cara?

Liam?

Are you home?

Is anyone here?

-Leave me alone.

-What's going on?

-Excuse me.

Bye, love.
- Love you, Dad.

- I love you, too.
- I'll see you soon, yeah.

-You will, yeah.

- Take care, yeah?
- You, too, yeah.

I need to talk to Liam.
He's being ridiculous.

- Debbie.
- Hey, Colette.

-Can you give us a minute?

- Sure.
- No, you can stay, love.

-We talked about this.

You can't just take the
kids without telling me.

I was worried.
- What's the problem?

Cara said she left a note.

It's a school night, Niall.

It's past 12:00.

-One late night won't kill them.

-I don't know. She's right.

We should have had them
back earlier, Colette.

We just got a bit carried away.

We lost track of time.

-Yeah. Alright. Fair enough.

I won't keep them so late again.

I just...

I wanted them to meet Debbie.

-They know Debbie.

-Meet her as...

my girlfriend, I mean.

And I wanted to meet
their boyfriends, too.

-Ross was there?

-Of course he was,
yeah. Kevin, too.

-Niall, Ross isn't a
good influence on Cara.

-I know. Cara told me
that you don't like him.

Look, you do know that the more
you tell her she can't see him,

the more she's going to want to.

Besides, I mean, he
seems like a good kid.

-Did she tell you why I
don't think he's a good kid?

-No. Not yet.

But I'm sure she will
when she's ready.

Look, me and the kids,
we made a promise.

No more secrets.

I just... I just...
You were right.

-What do you mean?

I wanted to lay all
the cards on the table,

so I tell them about...

Debbie, and...

about prison,

and about how I want to
be part of their lives.

-You laid all that
on them in one night?

Are you serious?

No wonder Liam's upset.

-He's sensitive.

He just needs it to
sink in. He'll be fine.

- No. He's just a kid.
- He's old enough.

They both are. That's
what I was telling them.

They're old enough to decide
who they want to live with.

What, do you just not think
they deserve a say in that?

How happy are you making them?

Come on, Debs. It's late.

-I'll be there in a minute.

I know this must be
a bit of a surprise.

Look, Niall was always my
friend, as well as Stacey.

-Listen, Debbie, you don't
have to justify anything to me.

You're right.
- I'm not trying to.

He's always loved his kids.

That's all I wanted to say.

Goodnight, Colette.

-Thanks for breakfast.

-You're welcome.

Get some toast.

So, you sleep all right?

- Yeah.
- That's good.

-How about yourself?

-Yeah. All right.
How about you, Liam?

-Yeah.

-I know your dad dropped a big
bombshell on us last night.

-Yeah.

Did you know?

-About prison, yeah.

I just found out recently.

I was waiting for a quiet
minute to tell you guys.

But there hasn't
been one, has there?

-No.

About Debbie, no. Not a clue.

-I still can't believe
he's seeing her.

-This again. What's
your problem, Liam?

-It's weird. She's
Mum's best friend.

It's weird you don't
think it's weird.

-It's not weird. You've
always liked Debbie.

Is it such a big surprise
that Dad likes her, too?

-It's a big surprise that he's
been messing around with Debbie

instead of seeing
us these last weeks.

-Come on, guys.

-No, you know what
let's talk about how

he's a liar, and a criminal.

-Criminal? Grow up,
Liam. He explained.

You' were just a
little kid back then.

He didn't want to upset you.

-He hit someone so hard
they had to go into surgery.

-It was an accident.

It's not like he just
punched them out of nowhere.

They got in a fight.

You've gotten in fights
yourself, remember?

-So, what, he just gets to
come back here, after years,

like nothing happened?
- No.

He comes back because
Mum killed herself.

He's our Dad.

He's the only parent we have.

You only like it with Dad

because he lets you see
Ross, and Colette won't.

-I can't believe you.
Thanks for breakfast.

-Cara. Cara, come back, please.

Come back.

-I hoped that will go a
little bit better than it did.

-Have you lost your
phone, or something?

We were trying to call
using the direct line.

I've got a lot going on.

What's up?

-I found out who
registered the key.

Her name is Orla
Quinn, lives in Rialto.

Turns out, she works for
the drug supply company

the was targeted yesterday.

-I recognize her.

That's Eoin Molony's
new girlfriend.

I saw them together
a few weeks ago.

Right. Well, let's go.

Hi. Does Orla Quinn live here?

-Who's asking?

-Detectives Wilson
and Cunningham.

- You called the guards?
- No. I didn't, Orla.

-She didn't call the guards.

But I think it might be a good
idea if you let us come in.

Orla, who did this to you?

-Her bloody boyfriend...

Ex-boyfriend, now,
if she has any sense,

-Leave it alone.

-Did Eoin do this to you?

Eoin Molony?

We want to help you, all right.

What did you do?

-I came home early,

and he was here getting some
stuff... clothes, money.

He was out of his mind.

Just furious.

He started screaming
at me, hitting me.

I want to forget about it.

I don't ever want to
talk about him again.

That's all.

-We're going to
protect you, all right?

But you need to tell
us a few things.

Can you do that, Orla?

Listen, Did Eoin talk to you

about your work at
Landrigan Pharma?

-Oh, God.

You already know?

-How did he get the
delivery schedules?

-I didn't give them to him.

I don't know.

He must have... He must
stolen them somehow.

If he knows that I'm talking
to you, he'll kill me.

-We won't let that happen.
You need to believe me.

We're not going to
let that happen.

All right?

You just need to try
and remember everything

that he said to you tonight.

Is there anything
you can remember?

-For God's sake, Orla,
they're trying to help you.

-He just...

He just was screaming
at me about his head-up,

yelling about the Donnellys,
that they'd kill him,

that he had to get away.

He just kept at it,
hitting me, and choking me.

I think...

I think if my sister
hadn't called...

-Did Eoin say anything about
what he was going to do next,

or where he was going to go?

-I don't know.

He just said that
he had to get away.

I hope he never comes back.

-This is what Eoin Molony does.

He manipulates women.

You weren't to know.
- No, but she told me.

She warned me.

-Who?

-His ex... Stacey something.

I just... I thought
that she was a crazy ex.

-And what did she say?

-She called me a few weeks back,

and told me that
he was bad news,

but I didn't believe her.

I'm such an idiot.

-Colette.

Colette?

-Sorry.

-You've been staring
at that screen

for the past half an hour.

-Yeah, I know.

I can't stop thinking
about seeing Orla today.

Did Stacey feel like that?

Did he hit her, too?

-Maybe it's time to take
this to Organized Crime.

-No, not yet.

We don't have enough
to make a case.

- Yeah, but Colette...
- Siobhán.

I want to see him in
court more than anyone,

but we need the full picture.

-Because you need to know.

-Yeah, because I need to know.

-How did I know I'd find
you sulking out here?

So predictable.

-I'm not sulking.

-Yeah? Could have fooled me.

I don't want to
fight with you, Liam.

Not about this.

You have to know that
I'm going to choose Dad.

And I hope you will, too.

'Cause I'd miss you,

if you were off living
somewhere with Colette.

I mean that, Liam.

-Hiya.

I am looking for Ross Corby.

- Funny, so am I.
- Oh, yeah?

-Yeah. He called off
half an hour ago.

Some urgent family matter.

Bunch of bullshit,
if you ask me.

-You couldn't give me his
address, by any chance,

could you?

-No. I couldn't.

What do you want it for?

-I can't talk about an
active investigation.

I'm sure you understand.

-Sorry, guard.

I didn't realize.

Give us a minute, and
I'll rustle it up.

-Great.

-Here you are.

-That machine.

The sound.
- Blast from the past, right?

-Right.

I haven't seen one
of them in 30 years.

They making a comeback?
- Oh, no, no.

I picked it up at auction.

AS far as I know, I've got
the only one in Dublin.

-Thanks.

Appreciate it.

-Hello?

Who is this?

Hello?