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A lovely spring morning in county Wicklow.

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.

I can't reveal too many specifics,

only that we're looking for a white woman, 25-40,

in a knit cap and sunglasses.

We will be circulating...

Ugh. Fuck me.

I'll pass, thanks.

I've showered.

And you look like you're still wearing yesterday's tighties.

Here.

You need this more than I do.

Well, is this part of the secret?

What are you on about now?

Mohan's key to a successful marriage ...

make your man sleep in his office.

Can I not just drink this coffee in peace?

You're the boss.

'Five' rhymes with 'fuck-all'.

Alliterates with.

I did a little look-up on our Latvian.

And?

Alexander Mislov.

Latvian-born, flagged by EUROPOL for sex trafficking,

contract murders, extortion, weapons trafficking, drug smuggling,

all on an international scale.

And he's in Ireland?

His operations are.

As far as I can tell, they don't even know if Fuck-lov is alive.

Do they know what he looks like?

His photo's from about 20 years ago.

They think he's had facial surgery.

His identity and whereabouts have been largely unknown

since he went missing from his home town in Latvia around 2003.

Well, so, I'm right ...

'five' does rhyme with 'fuck-all'.

When's our witness coming in?

Early, before her shift.

When's Shelly coming in?

The rest of this evidence shite is going to Phoenix Park today.

Yeah, I'll call her.

Just, um, let me go to the jacks.

Holy shit fucker.

Ma'am?

It's her house, Ames.

He sent his daughter a picture of Maggie bloody Gallagher's house.

Where is it, Ma'am? Well, I don't know, do I, yet?

Stay on the TEs.

See if they can extract any embedded identifiers.

Geolocators, Ma'am?

Don't be a public-school twat.

Just seeing if I can read any house number, or a licence plate.

Maybe the TEs can enhance it.

Computer, enhance.

It's a trope, Ma'am.

You've a bit of eyeliner from last night.

I left it.

I thought it rather brought out my eyes.

Right.

Go see what else the TEs can get off that phone.

Oh, f...

I'm in the middle of making breakfast.

Well, I'm just calling to remind you to come by the station.

I didn't forget.

Right.

Well, I did, but... But Fiona reminded you?

Right.

Just wanted to get a sense of when you might be coming by.

As soon as I get them fed and dropped off at school.

Right.

You OK, then? Toast's burning.

I, um, just...

Niall!

Niall, what is it?

Niall?

Homework. Taxonomy. Slow down. What's wrong?

Homework.

Taxonomy. I forgot.

OK. Calm. Breathe. Clear your lungs.

Clear your lungs. Oh. I did this last year.

Can I help?

A - apple. B - baby. C - cat. Those are baby words.

Niall! Apologise to your sister.

Sorry. Here.

What happened to your hands?

Oh, I... Uh, nothing. I burnt them on the oven.

Niall, take your pills so you can eat your breakfast.

But my taxonomy! Calm down.

A?

Alchemy. Apple.

Don't make it so hard. B?

Baby. Bloody.

Bloody's a swear word.

Bloody mucus isn't. What have you got for C?

Caitlin. Corpse.

You ARE in a dark mood today.

D? Dark.

Mam! Disease. Tell her to stop.

Cait, either help your brother or be quiet.

Where's your other brother?

Derek, breakfast!

Ah! Speak of the devil.

Enema.

Fallacy.

Gangrene.

Haemorrhoids.

Infected. Gross.

Eat your breakfast. I have cupcakes to collect.

Mrs Ryan said sugar will give girls fat hips.

So, why does she want to sell them at school?

Mrs Ryan says more than her prayers.

Oh, testes.

What are testes? Bollocks.

Oh, could we have one meal without...?

Derek you have to have more than half an apple.

You need protein!

Why is our dad never home anymore?

He's working long hours.

Did they catch the killer? Not yet.

Know what that means?

Killer could come back, strike again.

Derek!

Later, losers.

Oi!

Stop texting at the table.

It's just Emma.

Derek!

Oh, for feck's sake! I was only joking.

Oh, no. It's... it's fine.

What'd you do to your fingers?

Oh, I, um... I burnt them on an oven tray.

That's what I get for rushing.

Well, I gotta roll. Uh, um, can we...

Can we not do a reset?

Look, you know I'm only asking where you are,

who you're with or...

..personal things 'cause... I care.

We're grand, Shelly.

Grand.

Uh, Doireann and me are gonna hang after school.

"Doireann and I." For fuck's...

Well, I can't help myself.

Do you want to invite her to tea, or...?

No.

Look, there... there's a group of us hanging out.

Well, sure to text if you need any...

..anything.

Grand.

Good talk.

Caitlin! Brush your teeth.

Niall, come on! Get dressed! We have to go!

Where's your uniform? Free-dress fundraiser.

Can he wear that?

No logos, no words or symbols depicting violence, drugs, sex.

My chest is clear.

If he's got two quid, he can. I have a tenner saved.

Mwah!

Go. See you at the fundraiser. Bye.

He's gone.

Who?

The bearded man.

I saw him there every day last week.

Oh, there she is, my magpie.

Mam!

Sorry, love.

I'm sorry. You OK?

OK.

That's a stupid shirt, Mohan.

Has to be. Otherwise, you wouldn't understand it.

Not so tough when your brother's not around.

Leave him alone, Billy.

Look! I'm Niall Mohan!

Give it back to him!

Mind your own business... Elsa.

You're a bully, BULLY Ryan.

I could kick your arse. You could try.

Ryan! Don't make me pull over!

We're grand now!

Go on, Cait.

Just...

..ignore everyone.

And avoid Sinead.

Hey, look. It's your bloody girlfriend.

Shut up!

It's Logan.

Well, Logan's just gonna have to learn that girls get periods.

No, no.

It's just, he's waiting for me.

He's just always waiting for me.

I don't know if I want to go to the dance with him.

Well, did you tell him? Not in words.

Is there someone else?

No.

Not yet.

Well, it's best not to lead him on.

Just...

..tell him straight.

You know, boys get all these sorts of ideas

stuck in their heads, and...

Emma's on the bus with Niall.

Go on. Put it away.

I'll get you after Niall's physio.

Can you bring me a cupcake?

OK.

But it'll cost you two euro.

Don't slam the...

..door.

There you are. As ordered.

I hope being married to you might help expedite things a little.

There's gotta be some perk for putting up with me, right?

Listen, um... MAN: How's it going?

Listen, about that shite last night...

Oh, just don't worry about it. It was a long day.

I'm needed at the cupcake table by half-eleven.

OK.

I, uh... I'll, um... I'll get Pat to fix you up.

It won't take a minute.

You're not fingerprinting me?

- Uh, no, I... I wish I could, but... - Ah! The Mohans reunited.

Don't hate me, Shelly.

I'm not the one who forgot to lock the door.

Look, take Eileen to room number three

and I'll follow you in a moment, yeah?

Yep. Just this way.

Mrs Mohan.

Alright, let's go find Pat, yeah?

You gotta stop.

Where are you?

Derek, seriously-like.

I just wanna see you.

Let it go.

But why?

I gotta go.

You arsed everything up. Don't call me again.

FUCK! GIRL: Oh...!

Shit...

Has he gone mental?

Sorry about this, Mrs Mohan.

Now, if it's any consolation, the curry was top shelf.

Oh. Your husband's a lucky man, huh?

Can we get on with it, Pat?

I... I've a mad day ahead of me, so...

Right, yeah, OK. So, let's go, uh, right hand first.

I... I'm... I'm such an eejit.

I grabbed a baking tray out of the oven with my bare hands.

Yeah, it looks painful. I... look, I won't press too hard.

So... Uh...

That's it.

Now...

Ah. Sorry, ma'am. I'm gonna have to press a little harder.

The... the reader's having trouble...

..reading your fingers.

There we go, OK. Good. Next one, please.

OK.

Press a little harder.

That's it.

OK, next one.

And the next one.

OK. And, thumb.

Sorry, ma'am. Ah, it's...

OK. We're good.

Now, uh, we'll just, uh, do the left hand and thumb

and then a quick cheek swab,

and we'll have you on your way, back to a less stressful day.

OK, next.

We're going to show you a series of faces.

And you just say 'stop' when you see one

that matches the person that you saw.

Um, mostly, I remember her hat and those big, round sunglasses.

I thought she was somebody famous.

Any of these?

Oh, brilliant.

Well...

Can you describe the hat?

Knit cap, like my nan would have knit them for Christmas.

So, no eyes or eyebrows or forehead?

It were pulled down to the glasses.

Are you gonna help Zelma?

I'll do everything in my power to help Zelma avoid deportation.

And her children.

I babysit them.

I promise I will.

OK.

Them fingers look sore, ma'am.

I'd have waited for them to heal,

but Detective Garda Uba said it had to be today, so...

Hm.

Well, as I understand it, they need DNA and prints

from anyone who might have come in contact with any of the evidence.

We don't want your DNA accidentally getting mixed up

with the dead fella's, or the one who killed him.

OK, that's you done.

Mm.

Thanks, ma'am. And sorry for the bother.

Can you describe her nose?

Thin, like a triangle.

She had dimples.

You're doing very well, Eileen. You remember a lot of details.

How am I doing, Eileen?

What about the jawline? Wide? Square?

Not wide.

I just finished with your missus. Good man, Pat.

Uh, OK, Eileen, I will leave you with Owen here

and I'll be back in five minutes.

It looks like a college yearbook.

"Most likely to commit murder."

Yeah.

Shelly! Ah, fuck.

Oh! Fuck.

Hi.

How'd you get on with Pat?

Scanned and swabbed.

Hope Fiona's happy.

She's just doing a thorough job. Mm.

What's with the gloves?

I... I just burnt my fingers on the oven tray.

Just trying to protect them.

Hey, you were right.

What else is new? Ha, ha.

About? The witness.

Remember you asked if she was reliable?

Is she not?

Well, all she could really give us

was a knit cap and movie-star sunglasses.

Did she not give you anything useful?

Well, I mean, she left us with a sketch, but, uh,

I'm not sure it's gonna bring us any closer to solving this thing.

Hey, you can't do that to me.

What?

I can't look at these gloves without getting...

..notions.

Notions?

Yeah. The other night.

Like, maybe, um...

..maybe tonight you'll just wear the gloves?

Jesus!

Jason Mohan!

You have a one-track mind.

Hey, you smell like... cigarettes.

Do you not remember I was at a bonfire last night?

You, uh, home for supper?

Uh, I don't know yet. No worries.

Dinner will be bits and bobs. I'll be selling cupcakes all day.

And then I have to get Niall to the physio.

OK. See you later. Bye.

Don't forget the gloves. Stop!

Pam! Hi!

You're looking for Matt?

Uh, I'm looking for cupcakes.

Matt went to Galway to meet with a book agent.

Won't be back till after noon.

But, uh, he left everything.

Oh.

Thanks.

I, uh...

..hope you weren't too traumatised by my brother-in-law the other night.

You're not special.

I'm sorry?

With Matt.

Book clubs, dance-planning committees, PTA meetings ...

every city that we've lived in,

he's found a partner out of a pool of lonely mums.

Are you talking about me?

I'm talking about Matt.

I know what goes on when I'm away.

I don't know what you think you know about me and your husband,

but you are...

Look, I don't care.

I travel a lot. I'm leaving for Brussels in an hour.

I get lonely too. That works for us.

Just wanted you to know, woman to woman,

Matt likes lies.

I like honesty.

Me too.

And honestly, I have zero interest in your husband.

I can give your Emma a lift, if that helps.

That'd be a big help.

I'll tell Matt not to rush back.

OK.

Doireann?

Doireann, it's me!

Doireann, open the fuckin' door! Come on, it's me!

Doireann, come on! Doireann! Open the fuckin' door!

I fucked this up, did I?

I fucked this up, did I?

Come on, Doireann! Open the fucking door!

I fucking hate you!

Our suspect looks like most of the female population of Ireland.

White Ireland.

You know what I mean.

Yes, I do.

My point is, it's not very specific.

Do you know who she looks like?

The RTE presenter, Jennifer... She looks a bit like your wan.

"Your wan"?

Your wife. Around the mouth.

What, Shelly?

That's exactly my point ...

half of the white female population of Ireland.

And do you know where she was when Whelan/Lynch was murdered?

Well, she had been shopping.

So, I'm assuming she was either cooking or cleaning.

My bet's on cleaning.

She's a bit of a clean freak.

Well, to be fair, you don't know her.

To be fair, I only know what you tell me.

So maybe I'm not the one who doesn't know her.

What, me?

Yeah, we've been sharing a bed for the last 12 or 13 years, so...

Shagging isn't knowing.

Now, I'll get these copied and have O'Neill and Gillespie

canvass the neighbourhood around the Glencara... boss.

That's bloody brilliant.

Yeah, image sweetening has come leaps and bounds.

Can you show what she'd look like today?

Facial predictions are not exact portraits.

The program applies natural age progression

based on her face, but...

But you don't know often she went to the chipper

or how many ciggies she smoked.

It's accurate 75% to 80%.

When can I see her?

Go grab us a cuppa and come back.

I should have something.

You're late.

Well, I had to swing by the Wilsons' and get the cupcakes

since you threw him under the bus.

I wonder your Jason couldn't pull some strings for your Yank.

Maybe Jason doesn't know about himself.

Katie, you are my only "yank".

You're gonna have to prime your own money box.

I thought you weren't gonna show.

Morning, Mrs Mohan. Morning, Kayla.

They look really grand.

Ah, I hope they taste good.

We were a bit loose with the recipe.

Mary said it was good fun baking with you and Mr Wilson.

Too bad he can't be here today.

Yeah, well...

OK, team, here comes the first classes.

Let's do this.

No freebies, no giveaways and no samples.

Let's make this the most successful bake sale ever.

Seems Mr Wilson's the lucky one.

Oh, boy.

Can I have a cupcake? Of course.

Grab one for your sister too.

Oh, but she... You've got a tenner.

I only have eight after the free-dress.

Eight? Grand.

Buy one for your brother, too.

Tell Emma we'll give her a lift after school.

But what about the physio? Ah, it's only 20 minutes.

Then we'll swing by and grab our Cait.

What is it?

I mean, I may as well get another one. For Emma.

Class, Niall.

Pure class.

Go on. Meet me here after classes. Don't be late.

Do you not find that T-shirt inappropriate?

The only thing I find inappropriate, Katie,

is your f... ucking meddling.

Now, do you want a cupcake? Yeah!

Mmm... chocolate? Yeah!

Perfect.

Baxter went back through all the CCTV footage.

No Irish women in beanies and sunglasses

seen entering or exiting the lobby.

An assassin would avoid CCTV.

Now she's an assassin?

Well, you said yourself, women can do all sorts these days.

Mm.

OK.

She's an assassin.

For whom?

Mosh-fuck.

The Latvian.

And the sex worker?

She was a decoy.

The prostitute was a decoy.

And she took the fall.

Because...?

'Cause Whelan... Lynch.

..owed him money.

Or he wanted to set up his own drug or sex or...

Fucking hell.

Listen to the shite coming out of my mouth.

There must be a simpler explanation.

"There's almost always a personal connection."

That bollocks Yank friend of Shelly's said that last night.

He's not wrong.

Yeah, but, like, every cop in the world doesn't know that?

Fucker's a genius.

Well, I'm open.

But so far, we haven't found one.

Maybe it's just random.

Yeah.

Either way, my promotion is looking like shit.

Oh, my God. It's like... It's like a butterfly whistle.

Once again, please.

Thanks, Niall.

♪ Oiche shamhna, oiche shamhna,

♪ Bairin breac, bairin breac... ♪

Spooky!

♪ Ulla is cnonna, ulla is cnonna

♪ Is maith liom iad, is maith liom iad... ♪

Wait, you're just singing gibberish to Frere Jacques.

Actually, Emma, it's Irish.

Irish what?

The Gaelic, the Irish language.

It's an old Halloween song.

♪ Halloween, Halloween

♪ Bairin breac, bairin breac

♪ Apples and nuts, apples and nuts

♪ I like them, I like them. ♪

Apples and nuts?

I don't know.

I think I like it better in Niall's language.

I can teach you.

OK.

So, uh, do you know the tune of it?

Yeah. ♪ Do, do, do, do... ♪

Uh, so, oiche. Oiche.

Shamhna. Shamhna.

And you say that twice. So, "Oiche shamhna, oiche shamhna."

And then for the second one, you go, "Bairin breac."

But make sure that bairin does not sound like 'boring'.

Niall, finish your a cappella.

I'll be back in a mo.

♪ Oiche shamhna BOTH: ♪ Oiche shamhna... ♪

Hi, Aelish.

What is it? What's wrong?

Is everything OK?

Have you not seen this?

Where did you get that?

There was a flyer taped to a pole.

The Gardai must have come back through the neighbourhood with it.

It's...

It's you.

Of course it's me.

I made a terrible, terrible mistake.

Mrs Mohan, I...

Oh, Aelish, the secret's killing me.

Wha... What are you saying?

Are you, like, did you... I was having an affair.

With the dead fella?

Did you murder him so that...

What? No!

Jesus, Aelish! Do you think...

Me?

No, I-I was meeting a different fella at the Glencara.

Does Mr Mohan know you were there?

No, Aelish, my husband doesn't know I was there.

No-one does.

Except you.

You-you didn't know that...

Wrong place, wrong time.

It's why I can't tell anyone I was there.

I'm such an eejit.

Me actually thinking that you could have done...

I'm just an eejit.

No, I... I've put you in an awkward position.

Well, Mrs Mohan, I actually... No, I just... This is just...

Living with the lie is killing me.

It's like living a double life.

The whole time just pretending that you're a good mam,

and deep down inside, you know what you've done.

Always afraid that someone's gonna find out who you really are.

Lots of people have secrets.

You know how much I love my kids.

What would Niall do without me?

And Caitlin?

And Derek's mum's not...

I do my best.

You're a good mam. I've seen it.

But, Mrs Mohan, I...

When I saw you that day, I just felt so ashamed.

I feel... I feel terrible.

No, don't. No, I already called the Guards.

You...

You told them about me?

I left a message, said that I recognised...

..the woman in the poster.

And I left my name and my address. OK, wait, wait.

Did you... Did you tell them that you recognised me, Mrs Mohan, or...

No, no. No.

I didn't mention you by name,

just that I recognised the woman, the lady.

That's grand. That's... That's grand!

Aelish, the best lie lives close to the truth.

I'm a terrible liar.

Well, tell the truth!

Say that you saw the woman in the poster,

that... that you recognised her 'cause you saw her.

Just don't... don't tell them it was me.

Can you do that, Aelish?

Otherwise...

..I mean, if Jason ever found out...

Mam?

Finished.

OK, that's, uh, grand. Go on ahead to the car.

Let me just finish up with Aelish.

Uh, this is my friend Emma. She's from Wisconsin.

Go on.

OK.

You're alright. Aelish, you're alright.

Just stick to what's true.

OK.

Is Aelish cross with us?

No. Why would she be cross?

She seemed cross.

No, absolutely not.

Girl talk?

Exactly, Emma.

Girl talk. Come on. We have to go get our Cait.

I like your T-shirt. It reminds me of Elsa.

I love those movies so much.

Me too. I mean...

The first more than two.

Oh, my God, yes!

The first one had just the right amount of action.

The filmmakers were obviously trying to outdo the first,

which is a very hard task.

And it was a well-crafted movie, the first one.

And they probably didn't mean to make it that confusing.

Emma, love, why don't you call your folks

and tell them I'm going to take you all to get pizza?

I'll have you home for, like, 7:00?

Pizza! Really?

Shush! Quiet down. Let Emma call her folks.

We've established his movements around the Wicklow area.

Using data points from geolocators embedded in the SMS texts

Lynch sent to his younger daughter in Newcastle,

we've established his historical locations.

Commissioner, we believe this is where Maggie Gallagher now lives,

presumably under an alias.

And this is what she might look like now?

We're 70%-80% accurate.

Geolocations was not enabled on his mobile,

or we'd know the exact spot that photo was taken.

However, if I could get access to phone records in Ireland...

Actually, the CSLI, uh, cell site location information...

We need a warrant. Oh.

So, this is a matter of national security?

Sir?

Capturing this woman Gallagher is vital

to the national security of the UK and/or Ireland?

No, sir. But...

Do you have any actionable intelligence

to suggest this woman is planning an imminent attack on UK soil?

No, sir.

Let the Irish handle it.

There's his daughters.

The ones he abandoned?

Let it go. That'll be all.

Why couldn't I stay at Emma's?

'Cause it's a school night.

Here, Nymeria.

You can... Hey, girl.

You can have a sleepover at the weekend.

And there's all summer long. Now, come on.

Go upstairs. Brush up. Wash your teeth. Go to bed.

Mmm! Jesus, Derek!

You alright?

Yeah.

What's the craic with Doireann?

Is my dad home?

Not yet.

Grand. G'night, then.

Feels like the middle of the night. It's barely half 8.

You're not gonna kip in your office again?

I don't know.

And the night is young.

Well, you know where I live.

That I do. Yeah.

What's the name of that Irish detective who did the interview?

Uh, Mohan, Jason. I need his contacts.

How are you spelling that?

Uh, like it sounds, Mam. M-O-H-A-N.

No funny accents or umlauts?

I'm guessing the funny accents were dropped,

as it's an Anglicised version of a Gaelic name.

I suspect not dissimilar from the Anglicised version

of your Welsh name.

Rule, Britannia.

I'm not sure about you, Ames.

Just know I'm with you on this one, Mam.

Murder is murder.

We took a pledge to our fellow countrymen,

not Commissioner Garrett.

Go on, get out of here.

Goodnight, Mam.

Goodnight.

DS Mohan?

It's DCI Crichett from the London Police Force.

It's regarding the murder of Philip Whelan, aka Charles Lynch.

I will email you as well

with a computer-enhanced photo of Maggie Gallagher.

Gallagher should be considered your prime suspect in Lynch's murder.

Come back to me ASAP.

We believe she may be living in the Wicklow area.

Oh, Jesus.

Jason?

Yeah?

I...

I'm gonna get some water.

Who is this?

The one you've been chasing.

Is it now?

How'd you get my number?

Found it.

Of course you did.

So, what's your plan?

Wine and dine me and you'll find out.

Shh. Love, you're OK.

It's just me.

Derek.

Hey!

What is it?

What's wrong?

What happened?

Doireann...

What? What did she do?

She... She don't want to see me again.

Oh, sweetheart.

Oh!

I know.

Shh.

It'll be OK. I promise.

It'll be OK.