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Maggie! Come on!

But I'll hunt you. I'll catch you.

Mum?

What? Well, what's wrong? What happened? What is it?

It's gone.

What's gone?

The blood.

Oh.

Oh, sweetheart, don't worry.

It'll be back.

You'll be OK.

I don't like changing.

Look at me. Change is a part of life.

You OK?

You're fine.

Go. I'll be down in a minute.

Here we go.

Jeez. Could she dress more like a sex worker?

Jason, shut up. What?

OK, O'Neill, take him in. The driver.

- And get his phone, yeah? - Copy that.

Here we go.

Mariama? Mariama? Gardai.

It... it's not her. It... it isn't her.

Fuck.

Leave that. Hands off.

Oh, fuck it.

Can you help us find Mariama?

Fuck.

Niall! Niall! Niall! Niall! Niall! Niall!

Only a few more left. Come on!

Let's go! Come on, Niall! You're nearly there! Let's go!

Let's go, Niall. Let's go. Let's go, Niall. Let's go.

Whoo! Come on, Derek!

Hey, victory! What's happening?

Let's go get waffles. What?

Mum said we're going out for breakfast.

Waffles. What's the occasion?

No occasion.

It's just your dad's working and I'm not cooking.

OK, out of your pjs.

Last one dressed is a rotten egg! Let's go!

No, not fair!

Bunch of fucking mentallers.

Derek, you coming?

Derek, if you're coming with us, you better be ready in 10.

Go. Go. Go. Go. Go.

Right, fuck's sake. Jesus. Who's in charge?

Calm down. Everyone's alright.

We're looking for this woman. Have you seen her?

Mariama? Is Mariama here?

Who's in charge?

Turn the music off. Hey, Hey. Are you in charge?

No. It's a client.

Just us. No-one in charge.

Have you seen this woman? Mariama.

No, no, not in a day or two. Fuck.

O'Neill, take him away.

Explain to him the Sexual Offences Act 2017

and why he's gonna need a top solicitor.

Alright, lads, off you go.

Let these young women put on some clothes

without your leering eyes, please.

Where are your clothes?

No clothes. Only if we have date.

The bastards took their clothes?

I'm sure they took their passports too.

Fuck. I'll be outside.

OK, sorry.

Here, please.

It's OK. OK, girls, come on. Let's go.

You're alright.

Mum, you know Emma? Yeah.

She said at her old school in Wisconsin,

on the last day of school, they had a huge food fight.

It was raining bananas. It's hilarious.

That's terrible. It's cause they never had a famine.

It's funny. If you say so.

I'm starving. Same.

Oh, what is it? Oh, nothing.

Well, it's the Mohans. Ah.

Katie Ryan, what are the odds?

Your Jason any closer?

Any closer to...?

To the Glencara murder?

God, it's scary-like when the guards can't solve crimes

in their own backyard.

Yeah, just trying to enjoy Sunday breakfast with the family, so.

Our food's come! Ah, thank God.

Chocolate special with rashers.

Strawberry supreme? Frozen edition.

Ooh, that looks good.

Oh, to be able to eat all those calories.

Soon enough, it'll head straight to the hips.

Jesus Christ, Katie, let her enjoy her waffle in peace.

Go on, Cait.

Uh, madness? Ah, that's me.

Thank you. And one Mexicano.

So, I got two hot chocolates. And two coffees.

Uh, double shot for me and a single shot for the boy.

You're not afraid it'll stunt his growth?

Have you seen him?

Charles Byrne had loads of coffees in his childhood.

Charles Byrne?

Yeah, the Irish Giant.

He stood 2 metres 31.

He was practically raised on coffees.

Right.

Well, in that case, get the boy a double shot.

Ireland could use another giant.

We'll let you go. Yeah.

Well, see you all again soon.

Ah, you will.

Come on, darling. Drive safe.

Billy, you have two left feet.

Come on.

Is that craic about the Irish Giant drinking coffee true?

Fair play, Niall.

To the Irish Giant.

Slainte.

I'd love to administer a little hurley justice

to the bastard who set this up.

That's sweet.

There'll be three more right behind to take their place.

Yeah, bloody whack-a-mole. Whack-a-male.

Um, hold on a minute.

Can I...? Let... It's alright. Let me see your thigh.

Uh, can we not do this at the station?

Can I...? Let me... Can I see? Sorry.

That's the same tattoo.

What is this? What does it mean?

You don't know or you won't say?

You can tell us.

She's got one too. Can I...?

Hold still.

Got it. Thanks.

What the fuck have we stumbled into?

Listen, Derek, I know I've been a bit short with you lately.

But I really appreciate you looking out for your brother.

Niall's a bit off, but them Ryans are right shites, so.

Hey, do you want to bring your wan to your Uncle Kev's?

Who?

What's her name? Doireann.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Well, don't speak to me... Well, there's no wan.

Why are you always sticking your nose in my business?

Sorry for caring. Well, watch over your own kids.

Do you know what? I am done!

I'm done with your attitude and your shite talk.

Go stay with Luke or your fucking mum or whoever will have you!

Fuck me!

Derek, where are you going? Stuff it.

Why is Derek so mean?

Irritability is the most common side effect from caffeine.

Put your seatbelts on.

During his three short days here on Earth,

he touched many lives and was loved deeply by family and friends.

His life was a brief gift to us.

Let's hope he's a gift to us as well, Ma'am.

Saint Mary's is in Luton. It's on my way north.

We'll take two cars.

Philip was born on March 11th, 1973,

and passed in the arms of his mother.

This is class.

Must have been loved.

Philip Paul Whelan, died March 14, 1973.

Lads, this one will work for Charlie.

Makes him, uh, 26.

Can I shave a few years off my life too?

Jesus, Mags, the poor little shite

was only three days old, so.

It don't feel right-like, stealing from a baby.

Bad karma.

Your karma's already complete shite.

This poor kid didn't get a life. You're giving him a chance at one.

Giving our baby a chance at one.

What? You're preggers?

Whose is it?

You didn't tell your best mate?

Well, fuck the both of youse.

Kenny. Kenny.

Jesus, Maggie!

He'll be back.

Look, maybe we should just talk to Vance.

Tell him his brother was like that when we found him.

For fuck's sake, Charlie.

Do you know what? Forget Whelan's name.

Maybe you can take his balls.

I have to find mine now. Look in the 1980s.

Nothing past '84.

You'll get arrested for knocking up a 14-year-old.

Here he is, Ames - Philip Whelan.

Stealing the identity of a dead child ...

that's what I call bad karma, Ma'am.

I call that a silly notion.

Baby Whelan died in 1973.

Let's assume Lynch and Gallagher are close in age.

Start at '73 and go 5 years on either side.

Yes, Ma'am. But we don't know if this is the right bone yard.

They were in a hurry to disappear.

I bet you a pint they're here somewhere, Ames.

See if you can get a list of all the children buried here.

Scour the internet.

See if any of these poor dead babies

were miraculously walking the Earth in the 2000s.

Like a... a zombie?

Right, like a zombie.

I'll meet you at HQ when I get back to London.

Uh, tonight? Uh, when should I expect you?

Late!

Even with my lead foot, it's four hours each way.

Don't mention any of this to Commissioner Garrett.

Did you know?

Uh, I'm gonna need a little more context, Detective Guarda Uba.

What? You ate your lunch already?

Your wife was here in your office.

Did you know? Shelly was in here? When?

I'm preparing to move all the evidence to Phoenix Park,

so I double checked with Pat

to make sure no-one other than the murder team was in here.

Bloody curry.

What are you on about?

Pat said your Shelly came by Friday night after we left with a curry.

Um, well, Pat never mentioned it to me.

Well, you must have forgotten to lock the door.

So Shelly came by with a curry. She's thoughtful.

She could have contaminated some of the evidence.

The fuck? With curry?

Detective Sergeant Mohan, all due respect,

I'm responsible for the integrity of all the evidence,

so before sending it off to FSL,

I'm gonna need exculpatory fingerprints and DNA

from your wife.

Knock. Knock.

Mease Loff ipasums.

Your tattoo. Mease Loff ipasums.

It's Latvian.

"Property of Mease Loff". It's like a bloody label.

Or a brand.

Like a warning label.

Ugly, arsed-up craic.

You're mine.

Don't try and leave?

Don't fuck with the merchandise.

Just fuck my merchandise.

Can I not get a moment of peace?

It's Dad. He wants to speak to you.

On your phone?

Can you ring him back on your own phone?

I need mine. No, just...

Well?

You didn't pick up the phone.

Can... can I not go to the toilet?

Why didn't you tell me

you came by the station the other night?

Uh, I, um...

Well, I... I felt bad you were working late.

It was a surprise.

But when I came home, you... you didn't tell me.

Pat said I had just missed you and Fiona.

Didn't know where you were going.

Yeah, we had business.

Case related?

What else would it be?

I... I'm thinking about skipping the barbecue later.

Don't much feel like seeing a bunch of your family today.

What happened?

Derek and I got into it, again.

Now what?

I committed the crime of telling him to bring the girl

he fancies to your brother's.

You must remember being his age.

Uh, Fiona is exhibits officer on this case.

You give her your old job?

No, she's using my office to process the evidence.

Can we talk about this later?

We're gonna need you to come in tomorrow and, uh,

provide fingerprints and a DNA sample.

Wh... what? What... Why? What for?

Well, because you were in with the evidence.

Well, does she think I touched something?

No, no, no.

It's... it's just to eliminate your prints and DNA. That's all.

Unless, you were wearing a mask and gloves.

I, um...

A strand of hair, a flake of skin, sweat, clothing fibres.

Just you coming in and out of here

could have left all sorts of DNA on the Whelan evidence.

Shell?

You there?

Uh, yeah, I'm here.

It's gotta be tomorrow.

And... There's an and?

I'm gonna have to meet you at Kev's.

Ah, Jason...

Once this case is done, just the two of us,

we'll... we'll head away to one of those romantic Greek islands

they're always on about.

But first, your brother's place in Enniskerry.

Sometimes, I envy you, being an orphan.

Having no family to deal with.

I have plenty of family to deal with.

My phone.

Hey, Doireann, uh, my battery died, so...

..I didn't know if I missed your call or anything.

Uh...

You the shite that's been hassling our daughter?

Hassling, no. She told me you won't let her be.

No more calls.

No more texts.

You leave our Doireann alone. But I have to see her.

Please, I have to see her. Get now.

Fuck you! Ooh!

If I see youse again, I'll brain ya!

Thanks, Dad.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

Doireann Carrick, will you put some clothes on?

Fuck!

Hiya.

Nothing much. Uh, same old craic.

Yeah, it has been a while, hasn't it?

Can I come to yours?

No, uh, like, now.

Grand. Yeah.

Yeah, I'll see you soon.

Mum? Jesus.

Did I scare you again?

You did.

Can Nymeria come to Uncle Kevin's?

Nymeria? Why? She likes the countryside.

No, there'll be loads of people there.

And you know your Uncle Kevin,

he'll be lighting a massive bonfire.

Your cousins will be there. I know.

Have you heard from your brother? No.

Pat? You're still here? What time, is it?

I was just leaving, but, uh, there's a girl here.

Says she works at the Glencara, housekeeper.

Thinks she might have seen someone leaving Whelan's room

about the time of the shooting.

Um, send her up to interview room No. 3.

Yep, will do.

Now, Eileen.

I heard what's happening with Zelma.

She might lose her kids.

And she already lost her job.

She doesn't know the whole picture.

What part of the picture doesn't she know?

I seen a woman in the hallway.

The day of the murder? Yeah.

I was just about done cleaning room 240.

Zelma and me had the same floor.

I come into the corridor and I come face to face with a woman.

Is this the woman you saw?

No, the woman I seen was white.

Well, maybe she was a guest?

She was nervous-like.

She looked away from me

and she dodged out of the emergency exit.

Can you describe her?

About my size, wearing a cap-like and big sunglasses.

Do you think if we put you with a sketch artist

that you could remember details?

Yeah, anything to help out Zelma.

Well, it's a bit late now on a Sunday,

but if you could come around at, like, 9:30 tomorrow?

OK.

And we'll speak with your employer if that's an issue.

Thank you. Thank you, Eileen.

Yeah. You've been a great help.

Five hours north of London, but it feels like a different country.

Mrs Overton.

I told you everything the other day, Detective.

Uh, DCI Crichett from London.

They believe your husband

was living under an assumed identity.

Gan away, man. Like a spy or something?

Our Philip?

Your Philip was actually our Charles Lynch, wanted for murder.

Sit down, detectives. Cuppa? No, ma'am. Cheers.

I'll just stand.

Four hours on the motorway,

and my sciatic needs a proper stretch.

Oh, thanks, Ms. Overton.

I just can't wrap my head around what you're saying.

Philip wasn't Philip?

Well, we believe your ex and his gang

were involved in the killing of a drug dealer from Belfast

in London back in 1999.

The man I married was straight as an arrow.

That was before he found Jesus.

Well, people change.

People change names.

Would he never have mentioned his old girlfriend?

A Maggie or a Margaret - surname Gallagher?

You mean the Magpie? Sorry?

The one that got away. Only bird I ever heard him mention.

Maggie the Magpie.

Pet.

Go on, Pet.

What did he say about her?

Broke his heart.

Ran off in the middle of the night or something.

Never saw her again.

The tattoos were permanent, not her love.

Tattoos?

He and her had matching ones, he said.

Magpies.

Was she involved with the...

You don't think she had something to do with Phil's death?

Well, she may be a person of interest if she's still alive.

But she might go by a different name.

Any other women's names he might have mentioned over the years?

Did you know he had a brother?

My Phil?

He had a younger brother, Rory Lynch.

He said he was an orphan.

Philip was raised by fosters.

It was all of it lies?

My daughters are his, Whelans.

What am I gonna tell them?

Well, according to Detective Yeates,

your daughters, Wendy and Laurie,

were not in contact with their father.

First few years, he'd call on their birthdays.

That stopped years ago.

Laurie wasn't three when he moved out.

Well, I have a long drive back to London.

You have my card.

Hello.

My dad used to call me sometimes, and text.

Wendy. I'm Laurie.

Wendy hates... hated our father.

Wouldn't ever talk about him.

So, you were in contact with your father?

Mm-hm. Your mother didn't...

He sent me this phone.

Could I take that phone with me?

Mm-hm. Hold on.

It was our secret.

Wendy didn't even know.

Hop in.

Code? My birthday. 23-12.

When was the last time you communicated with him?

Last week.

Said he was in Ireland, looking up a lady friend who needed saving.

Said it was Jesus work. Did he tell you this friend's name?

Maggie.

Everything on here is from your father?

He's the only one I talked to on it.

He said one day, he'd come for a proper visit,

maybe take me and Wendy to see a show or...

But he's never coming now.

Let's go back inside now. Ah, going to the shops.

Will you get the one that killed my dad?

That's my plan.

I should have brought a friend.

You used to like playing with your cousins.

Is Dad gonna come? I hope so.

This is your dad's family.

How come Derek didn't have to come?

It's his family too.

Because I haven't heard from your brother.

- Hey! - Youse made it.

Keeping it classy, I see, Kev.

I have my reputation to maintain.

How are you? Good, good.

Where's the big fella? Working the Glencara murder.

Go on, in you go.

He, uh... he said he'd meet us here.

Right, well, come on in.

Everything and everyone's out back.

Oh, your man, the Yank, and his family are here.

He and his wife were getting after each other already.

Oh. Fitting right in.

Oh, and, Grainne.

You made it! Never heard back from Jason.

That's Jason.

Oh, you made your coleslaw.

Yeah, well, people seem to like it.

Grand.

Um, Cait, now, you bring that out to the garden

with all the other salads.

Niall, go with her. Your cousins are out there.

It's OK. Go on.

Go on.

I suppose you'll be wanting a drink.

Did you invite her?

Who?

Jason's ex-wife.

No, no, we never invited her. I did.

You said I could bring someone special.

She's my family.

She is special.

I meant your girl.

Doireann is not my girl.

So, what's the craic?

Wow. So, you're a vegetarian?

You're alright, Matt.

I believe, uh, most of youse know my baby brother's wife.

Second wife.

I'll always be the first.

Slainte, Shelly.

Grainne.

Now, there's to be no fighting.

At least, not in front of the Yanks.

Looks good, Kev. Yeah, I hope you're hungry.

A dog's speed, so it could, like... That's... that's stupid.

What's the craic with you and that Doireann?

Why? What are you saying?

Well, heard she's on the pill.

So? So?

Yeah.

I went to her house. It's true.

Wait, what pill? Molly-like?

The birth-control pill.

Jesus.

My dad said an aspirin works as well.

If she holds it between her knees.

The birth control pill uses hormones to stop ovulation.

What?

Go away, Niall.

Go play with the other young kids. Leave us alone.

Jesus, mate. Sorry, lads.

So, Derek...

..did you go for the ride?

Well?

Yeah.

Nice. Fair play.

You have to give it to him.

Hey. Hey.

You were at my match yesterday. Uh, yeah.

It was cool. Looked fun.

Uh, I saw what you did to that girl.

Mm-hm.

At least you didn't hit her with a club.

Hurl.

Bet she had it coming.

I have a one-match suspension, but it was worth it.

How do you hold it?

Grip it like you're shaking hands.

Yeah, just...

How do you do?

Do you want to try? OK.

You should join the team!

Don't know if my dad would let me, but I'd like to.

It looks sick. You should!

We're always looking for new players.

Where are you? JASON: 15 away.

Grainne's here. Scuttered already.

Sorry.

Herself and Maeve are still mates.

Derek invited her.

Ignore her.

You wouldn't believe the shite I'm dealing with today.

Another witness came forward.

Another housekeeper.

Oh, sorry, ma'am.

Is she reliable?

Why would you ask that?

I... I just... For you, like, to help.

Well, reliable or not, she's the best we have.

Um, I'll see you in 15, yeah?

You tell her everything?

Not everything.

It's a green light.

Hey.

You OK? I... Yeah.

Breather.

Jeez.

It's like a club house for young arsonists.

Mmm.

Got your nitrogen-rich fertiliser, diesel fuel.

Fella could do a lot of damage with this stuff.

Should I, uh... should I report you?

My agent would love that.

Obscure mystery writer arrested in Ireland.

Pyromaniac.

Might sell some of my books.

So, what are you doing in here?

Oh, I was just making a quick call.

Should we head back to the party?

Here's your burger and your spud.

Alright? Thanks, Kev.

You're all very welcome to the Mohan family barbecue.

Did you all avoid the undercooked chicken?

You're never gonna let that go, are you, Jason?

You cheap bastard. You couldn't have sprung for an eight-pack?

Oh, I brought a gateau as well. All on a Guarda's salary.

Mmm.

Sticking with the inappropriate aprons, eh, Kev?

I have my reputation to maintain. He has his reputation to maintain.

Oh, let me take those.

Thanks, Maeve.

The Guardians of the Republic have arrived.

We're safe now. I heard a rumour you were here.

Ah, it was thoughtful of Derek to ask his mum.

Hiya, Fiona. Hi.

You two make the cutest couple. Um, team.

Watch yourself, Grainne.

Well, Shelly has to mind you now, not me.

Speak of the devil.

Isn't that the fella that was at the GAA, the Yank?

My husband.

I'm Pam. Your wife invited us.

Did she now?

Actually, I think she probably invited my husband.

They're baking partners.

Are they now?

Hiya. You made it!

Fiona.

I was just leaving. Delivered your man, now I'm off.

Thank you. We'll see you tomorrow.

Hmm. Won't you stay, Fiona?

There's plenty of food.

Oh, to be fair, I just want to go home and wash the day off.

Thanks. Bye.

I think I'll, uh, freshen up my drink.

I'm Matt.

Shelly says you're a cop. Yes.

Detective Sergeant.

More like peacekeepers, right?

You don't carry guns? Really, Matt?

Sorry.

I'm just curious. I'm a writer.

Yeah, that's OK, Matt.

No, we don't usually carry guns.

We don't usually shoot fellas over traffic stops either.

My, uh, baby brother here

is leading his first murder investigation.

We're all very proud. Yeah, we are.

I've murdered a lot of people, on paper.

Here's a hint.

There's almost always a personal connection.

Thanks for that, Matt.

I'll bear it in mind and I'll make sure I pass it on to the team.

Kevin, start the show. Yeah, good idea.

Um... Yeah.

A few words about this ritual.

Any excuse to light shit on fire.

Thank you, Jason.

As we approach Bealtaine,

we light this special bonfire to cleanse our soiled souls.

And as the flames engulf and consume this sacred wood...

From the old deck.

..from the old deck, this wood with history,

to exorcise the old demons

and welcome the new.

Approach ye all.

Let the smoke embrace and purify you.

I'll hunt you, catch you.

You conniving minge!

You alright?

Yeah, I just... I didn't eat all day.

All I've had is waffles and coffee and wine.

Alright, enough of the speech. We're gonna go and get some grub.

Shite show today.

Always is at your brother's.

No, I meant the case.

Real dark.

Some of the girls we found there

were hardly older than our Cait.

And you...

..you think it's connected to the murder?

Something sinister was going on there.

Might be connected.

Might just have been the wrong time and the wrong place.

What'll happen to them?

The girls?

Can you help them?

Send them back home, I reckon.

Back to the fathers and uncles and brothers that sold them off.

Why do you and Fiona always want to blame...

Do not lump me in with that woman.

You know you can't tell anyone?

Tell anyone what?

Anything I tell you about the case.

Who would I tell?

The Yank.

His wife says you two are getting along very well.

Me and Pam?

Barely said two words to each other.

Your man, the writer.

You're jealous.

The way he looks at you.

Maybe he's interested in what I have to say.

Values my opinions.

Are you two shagging?

Not yet.

Bloody fucking hell.

Uh, Ma'am.

Jack the Ripper?

Ghost of Sherlock.

My sister's throwing a fancy dress in Shoreditch.

The theme is literary characters.

April being Shakespeare's birth month.

I was hoping to pop around earlier, but...

Whelan/Lynch was in contact with his daughter Laurie.

Text, photos, calls. Aces, Ma'am.

Forensics might be able to extract info

to track his movements in Ireland.

Uh, Beatrice stayed dead.

Uh, I went ahead and searched every baby girl

buried in Saint Mary's who died around those dates,

and none are walking the Earth.

The list is on your computer.

I guess you owe me a pint.

Let's widen our search.

She's in that cemetery.

Tonight, Ma'am?

First thing tomorrow. Go on, get out of here.

Go to Shoreditch. Cheers, Ma'am.

Oh, and I, uh... I went through the old file.

Partial print from the Vance murder scene labelled Lynch,

but doesn't match the prints from his corpse, or Doyle's.

Could be Maggie Gallagher's print?

Get the partial to the Garda TB for a comparison in AFIS.

Maybe suggest a manual confirmation.

Let's see if they have any matches on their system.

Maybe we'll get lucky.

Luck, karma, what's next?

Hope?

Let's stick to facts.

Esme?

Brilliant.

Did Lynch respond to your request for an interview?

Perhaps this will get Garrett's attention.

Cheers.

Though recent redevelopment

has transformed the Wapping area

into a mecca for artists and chic waterfront dining,

a gruesome discovery earlier this morning

reminds Londoners of the dockland's more sordid past.

Police have recovered an arm and torso from the Thames

near St. Catherine's marina.

According to DC Crichett, the victim,

a petty criminal known to the police,

Kenneth Doyle of Luton,

was identified by fingerprints.

That's Kenny.

The lower half of the body has not been recovered.

Mr Doyle and two accomplices, Charles Lynch and...

They chopped Kenny into pieces, Mags.

..are the prime suspects in the murder of...

Maggie Gallagher and Charlie Lynch are dead.

Kenny knew my name.

He saw Whalen's grave.

He might have told them.

We gotta stick together, yeah?

This is Seapoint FM with Tara Cooney.

Gardai have made some new discoveries

in the Glencara murder case,

and are asking for the public's help

in identifying a person of interest.

DS Mohan faced the press yesterday.

Significant progress continues to be made

in the murder investigation at the Glencara hotel.

We're looking for a white woman, 25-40,

last seen wearing a knit cap and sunglasses.

We will be circulating an artist's impression soon.

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