All language subtitles for The Woman In The Wall 1x02 - Show Thyself.ORGANIC 720p.en-en

I'm Sorry for your loss.

We just wanted a quick
word with you, Lorna.

Do you remember the last
time you saw Father Percy?

Someone's trying to
cover their tracks.

- _
- Hello? Who is that?

Please don't take my baby!

Called the Eadrom Group, they're
prepared to lobby on our behalf,

to get the state to recognise
that the convent was a former

Magdalene Laundry.

How many times do I have to
tell you? Get over there!

Come along, girls!

Oh, I'm so tired, Clemence.

Come on, concentrate,
only a few hours left.

Silence!

- Move along, girls!
- Yes, Sister Eileen.

- Move along!
- Yes, Sister Eileen.

Oh, shit.

*CREDITS*

Who's this calling you now?

_

_

Aoife.

So THAT'S your name.

_

No.

No. No, no, no, no!

Shit!

This is Father Percy's car
leaving Dublin last Thursday.

Obviously, that's
not him driving.

Looks to be a woman
in the passenger seat.

This is it?

Er, yeah.

- And nothing from the speed vans?
- No.

No, he drove the speed
limit all the way,

avoided the main roads
wherever possible.

I'll run these back to
Dublin, get them out

to every station in the country,
see if this guy has a record.

- Where did you get those?
- Barry's.

- Do you like them?
- I do.

They're all right, aren't they?

They are.

- And you've none at all with
the woman's face visible? - No.

So, one of them's
our murderer, huh?

Probably our arsonist, too.

We'll need to check
all local CCTV.

Who owns the stables at
the back of the station?

Maybe they saw something.

The horses won't fuck.

- Come again?
- The horses...

they won't fuck each other.

That helpful to you?

I'm honestly not sure.

The fire scared my studs into
a bunch of frigid queers.

Who's going to make
me square for that?

I noticed your property runs up
along the back of the station.

Are you suggesting I had
something to do with it?

No, I'm wondering had you any CCTV?

Easy!

They say a horse is a great
judge of character, Detective.

Can always sniff
out the bad ones.

Is that why you keep so
many of them, Mr Coughlan?

Lot of bad ones around here?

I keep them because
my father kept them.

Lad, do you know
who my father was?

Why, did your
mother not tell you?

Come on, Thomas, did
you see anything or not?

I know who started that fire.

I saw her running down
towards the garage after it started.

- Who?
- Amy Kane, of course.

- Do me a favour, Thomas.
- Don't pretend it doesn't make sense,

Massey, it's exactly the
kind of thing she would do.

Do you expect us to take
you seriously, do you?

Then, why are you here,
asking me questions?

Fuck off, the pair of
you, I have work to do.

Come on.

Are you all right?

Looks like we're speaking
to Amy Kane again, so.

I guess we fuckin' are.

Come on!

Just checked, there's
nothing in the back.

Can you check again, please?

I'll be with you in
a minute, Clemence.

I want to get out of here, Lorna.
I want to be with my baby.

So do I, Clemence.

We will.

I promise you.

- And you were working here all night?
- Yep.

Someone reckons they witnessed you
running away from the fire, Amy.

They're a fuckin' liar. I
was here the whole time.

Did you see anyone approaching
the Garda station that night,

sometime between 3 and 4am?

Not a soul all night.

I don't think you can
smoke that in here, Amy.

I'm nowhere near the pumps.

Maybe your CCTV
picked something up?

Monitors are in
the sales office.

Have at them. They only cover
the pumps, not the road.

Have you seen anyone
like this around?

Maybe last Friday,
he was in here?

You have, haven't you?

It's hard to tell
from the picture.

There was a man a bit like that

came in, acting all unscrewed,
wanted to buy a bottle of vodka.

Did he pay with a card?

- I wouldn't serve him.
- Why?

Wanted to pay cash, spilled
coins all over the counter.

Seen he had a five-year chip.

You mean like a sobriety chip?

- When was this, Amy?
- Friday. Sometime after ten.

We need to get a
look at the cameras.

Start looking at
12-step programmes,

cross-reference
anyone with a record...

You, Dublin... stay.

It was Thomas Coughlan, wasn't it?
He said he saw me starting the fire?

Well, you know I can't say.

Of course you'd take his side.

Men protecting men.

No, I'm on no-one's side.

No?

So you don't know Father Percy?

I saw your face the other day when
I said I was happy he was dead.

Is that everything you
have to tell us, Amy?

Yes, Officer.

Thanks for your help.

Yeah, that's the right one.
Now, then, anything else?

No, no, that's it.

Actually, have you
got a plug I can use?

- Yeah, I can stick it in
back here for you. - Thanks.

Morning, Damian.

Morning, Massey.

Might I ask you, any
chance we can get a wee

look-in at your security
tapes from Sunday night?

We're hoping to get a glimpse of
that fella who started the fire.

Oh, yeah, sure.

Right.

Now...

You're saying he
came down this road?

- The camera will have picked
him up for sure. - Right.

Just bear with me a second,
now, this takes a few minutes.

How are you, Lorna?
A bit of DIY, is it?

No, erm...

- There you go.
- No, no.

What time are we looking
for here, Colman, 3.30?

- 3.30am.
- 3.30am, yeah.

Keep going. 3.30am...

- Keep going, a little further.
- Right.

- Come on, that's it.
- I don't see anyone.

There, is that someone?

- Erm, yeah, looks like someone there.
- Can you zoom in, Damian?

Yeah, just give me a
second there, hang on.

Ah! Jesus!

Oh, for f...

Sorry, lads, something's
not right here.

I might not be able to help you.

I'll have to get someone
to take a look at it.

_

Oh, shit! Shit.

_

OK, Dublin have sent
a match on the images.

Dara O'Halloran -

one count of
aggravated burglary,

two counts of assault
causing serious harm.

He had a little spell in
Mountjoy a few years ago,

joined AA.

So much for being anonymous.

Sorry, Dara.

Well, he's not from Kilkinure.

Anything on the woman?

No.

There is a number for the fella.

This is his last known location.

Ah, but that's close to Carrick,

- that's not far from here.
- Can we not get a more exact location?

No, no, the towers out here are
few and far between, but, sure,

if he uses the phone again,
we'll get a closer match.

Aoife? Aoife?

Hello? Hello?

Hello? Hello?

Aoife?

Hi.

You what?

Was that Aoife?

Think you've the
wrong person, love.

You were talking to Aoife
just now, I heard you.

Fuck off and leave me alone!

Look...

My name's Grace.

I knew Aoife from the convent.

What are you supposed
to be, a nun?

I was.

I haven't seen Aoife in years,
and then she calls me up

and tells me to
meet her here and...

You spoke to Aoife? When?

- This morning.
- And what did she tell you?

She said she needed my
help to find someone,

a woman from the convent.

Why was she looking for her?

If you're such a good
friend of my wife's,

how come I've never heard
of you before... Grace?

Well, I told you already, I haven't
seen your wife in a very long time.

What was she trying
to tell this woman?

It was about her
child, wasn't it?

What the fuck did Aoife do?

She didn't do anything. She was
trying to do the right thing.

That's why she came back here.

Wait, no, what are you doing?

- I'm calling her.
- She won't answer, she won't...

Where's my wife?

I don't know. I don't
know where she is.

You're that woman she went to
meet, aren't you? You're Clemence.

What?

Clemence? Clemence Tooley?

Do you think I'm afraid
to hurt you, do you?

How are you, Tom? How
are things, all right?

- Fuck!
- Hey!

Hey!

Hold it right there. You're
under arrest for the murder

of Father Percy Sheehan. You're not
obliged to say anything unless...

You're not obliged
to say anything...

Sh!

Sh!

Sh!

Clemence?

Lorna? Jesus!

Do you know what time it is?

Erm, I need to talk to
Clemence. It's important, David.

Are you sleepwalking?

No! Can you wake her, please?

- You're not talking to Clemence.
- Look, this is about her child.

I think Clemence spoke to someone
who knows something about our kids.

- Take your hand off the door.
- Did you hear what I just said?!

I don't want to hear about
it. Haven't you done enough

without dragging up more of this
shite? Leave my sister alone.

If you come around here
again, I'll call the police.

So you've declined legal
representation. Why is that?

- No comment.
- So what was it, then,

a robbery went sideways, or
was it something more personal?

No comment.

Or did you just steal the car,

you've nothing to
do with the murder?

No comment.

You know you don't actually
have to say, "No comment"?

We know you weren't alone.

Which one of you killed him?

Was it you, was it her?
Was it a two-man job?

It wasn't a two-man job.

Sorry, could you say
that again, please?

It was me, all right? Only me.

I...

I killed that priest.

Why?

Like you said, a robbery got
out of hand. It was an accident.

I never meant to hurt him.

Why did you come to Kilkinure?

Father Percy used to
work here at the convent.

That's the man you killed.

I didn't know the man.

- So it was just a coincidence that
you came here? - That's right.

- Walk me through the murder.
So you break in where, then? - What?

Do you head for the living
room first, do you go upstairs?

Where did you find Father Percy?

He was coming down the stairs.

I must've woken him.

That's where we found
him, bottom of the stairs.

Yeah, well, that's where I...

- where it happened.
- Like the papers said?

Did they?

How did you kill him?

You know how I killed him.

I know, but I want
to hear it from you,

want to know how this
woman was involved.

She wasn't involved.

Well, which one of you
was holding the knife, then?

I was.

- How many times did you stab him?
- I can't remember.

- Just the once.
- You sure?

I can't remember.
It was... dark.

It might have been
a couple of times.

The papers didn't
report that, did they?

I don't know what the
fuckin' papers said, do I?

They didn't report a
murder weapon, either.

Now, let's get
back to that woman.

I'm guessing, since you're
ready to cover up for her,

she's someone close to you?

- Did she have a reason to kill
Father Percy? - She didn't kill him.

Well, one of you did and it
obviously wasn't you, so...

- She didn't do it!
- Fine.

Look, Dara, if you want us
to draw our own conclusions,

- we'll just call it a day, then.
- No, listen to me.

She went to the house, all right?
But it was only to talk to the man.

- Why would she want to talk to Father
Percy? - They used to work together.

My wife was a nun.

Your wife... was a nun?

Here at the convent?

Yeah, at the House of the
Sacred fuckin' whatever.

You mean the Sisters
of the Seven Joys?

Whatever it's called. But she
left that place a long time ago.

- She hasn't seen that man in decades!
- So where is she now?

Leave Aoife out of this.

She's the one who's
suffered here.

She still wakes up screaming,

because she thinks she sees kids
standing at the foot of our bed.

And now she's missing!

And our daughter's
at her wits' end.

What about the woman from the bar?
Why aren't you looking for her?

What are you saying? That wasn't
your wife with you at the bar?

I told one of yous this already!

Grace, she said her name was.

That was a lie,
obviously. Proper oddball,

asking all sorts of questions
about Aoife, about the priest.

- Why is no-one looking for her?
- What did she look like?

Yay high, Joan of Arc
fuckin' haircut on her.

She knows where Aoife is.

And yous need to find her!

We'll hide the babies
in the laundry basket.

Then, when we get to the
hotel, he'll go inside.

And then we get out and run.

What if the babies start crying?
The driver will hear us.

They won't cry.

They'll be with their mammies.

- Watch the step.
- Come on, this way.

- Are you all right getting out there?
- James, hi.

I'm so sorry, we're
a few minutes late.

Can you give us two
more minutes, OK?

Clemence?

You came?

I'm shittin' a brick. It's a
nice place, though, isn't it?

Yes, it's very nice. We used
to clean their sheets for them.

- You're kidding me?
- No!

Shit!

Are you cold, Peggy?

The wind, it nearly
took me away.

Hey!

Clemence, can we talk?

- Clemence...
- I know something you don't know.

- What do you want, Amy?
- Nothing.

I just wanted to let you
know I've got your back.

Us mothers have to stick
together, haven't we?

Sister, how are you?

- It's a pleasure.
- Well, we won't take up too much

of your time, Sister.

The woman we're enquiring
about is Sister Aoife Cassidy.

She would have been here
sometime between 1983 and 1987.

It's such a long time ago.
Before my time, obviously.

I can't promise anything,
but I'll do my best.

And we appreciate that, Sister.

That's odd, there's
no record of her.

Perhaps one of the older
Sisters might remember her?

Could we speak to
someone from her time?

I don't think that's
going to be possible.

- Right, well, we wouldn't want to
disturb... - Or we can just bring them

down to the station, if you'd
prefer this to be more official.

I'm sure they'd
be happy to help,

this being an investigation
into the murder of a priest.

My name is James Coyle,

and I'm the co-founder
of the Eadrom Group.

I'm inspired by the courage you
have shown coming here today

to share your stories.

Truly.

I want you to know that
it's going to be worth it.

I'm going to be
using your stories

to build us a case.

We are going to get the state
to acknowledge what they should

have acknowledged a heck of a time
ago, if you'll excuse my language.

And now I am going
to shut my trap,

because it's you we are
here to hear from today.

OK.

Who'd like to speak first?

Um, did anyone bring anything
they'd like to show today?

Does anyone want to talk about
any of these... these things?

What's that you brought,
Amy? Nail clippers?

There was this one nun,

and she was a real
sadistic bitch

when it came to punishment.

Whenever it was ironing, she'd
hover over me the entire time

because, well, she knew, I
was no good at the ironing.

The moment a crease appeared,

she'd pull out a little
pair of clippers, and...

she'd cut all my
fingernails back too far.

And then I'd bleed.

And...

There'd be blood all
over the sheets...

and that would give one
of the other nuns cause

to punish me properly.

And I used to think it
was like, you know...

it was like she was
feeding sharks, you know?

Blood on the sheets,
blood in the water.

I saw her do it to
you too, once, Lorna.

What was that for?

I was telling
knock, knock jokes.

How did you get
the clippers, Amy?

They're not the actual
clippers, you know?

You know, symbolic.

There's a sheet of paper
there... what's that?

That's mine.

That's... those are my, erm,
exam results, apparently.

They used to send those back
to my mother to make her think

I was sitting my exams

instead of working
a calendar machine

16 hour a day.

"Writing, 86%, maths..."

We don't lock the doors here.

For some reason, they
assumed I was older...

We don't lock the doors here.

This isn't a prison.

You can leave any time you want.

But where would you go?

Who would have you?

No-one wants you.

You're a sinner.

We're here to help you, Lorna.

To teach you how to
be a proper mother.

Now, be a good girl now...

and tell us what you
and Clemence had planned.

Look...

Come on.

This is my baby.

You were right, Lorna,

she isn't crying.

And if you're good, only
if you're very good,

you can leave here
with your baby.

Lorna? Lorna?

- Give her to me.
- No, no, she's mine!

No.

No! Stop! No!

No! Lorna!

How could you do this?

No! No! No!

How could you do
this to me? No! No!

Thank you, Lorna.

You are a good girl.

I'm not good. I'm
not good, I'm not.

I didn't want to do it!

I'm sorry!

Sister, two detectives...

That's all right, bring them in.

Detectives?

This is Sister Eileen.

She was Mother Superior
at the time in question.

You've finally caught me.

Yeah.

Sister, this is Detective
Colman Akande, from Dublin.

How do you do?

Yeah, we'd just like to ask
you a few questions, please,

if you have the time, of course.

Have you recently been in contact
with a Sister Aoife Cassidy?

"Recent" is a very relative term
to an old anchorite like myself.

Say in the last week?

It's understandable, of
course, if you don't remember

Sister Aoife at all.

That's a title we take
very seriously around here.

Aoife Cassidy never
made her final vows,

so please don't call her that.

That must be why she didn't
show up on your system, so.

But you do remember her?

Oh, I remember her.

She was a lovely
woman. But troubled.

- She didn't take to the work, poor girl.
- And you haven't seen her?

I haven't seen that woman
for about... oh, 30 years.

That would have
been around the time

Father Percy Sheehan used
to work here, wasn't it?

I read about him in the paper.

Why would someone want
to hurt Father Percy?

You don't suspect
that Miss Cassidy

had anything to do
with that, do you?

No, we were just hoping
to talk to this woman

as part of our inquiries.

You say she didn't
take to the work.

What did you mean by that?

You had to have the stomach
for our kind of job.

Especially with the babies.

It was awful easy to get
attached to those lovely babies.

That'd be the Mother
and Baby home?

Speak up?

You're saying Aoife Cassidy worked
in the Mother and Baby home?

There was no Mother
and Baby home.

This was a training centre.

A few of the girls got
into trouble, that's all.

- But we did all we could for them.
- Like what?

Well, they came to us.

Their families sent them to us

because they knew that
they'd be better off with us.

And we received no compensation
from their families.

No funding whatsoever to
support those young women.

Is that why you ran
a laundry as well?

We had a small laundry facility.

And it wasn't for profit.

And it wasn't for punishment.

And it wasn't for any horrible
thing you might be imagining.

It was our only means of
supporting those girls.

And every government investigation
and report said that same thing!

Some would paint a very
different picture of this place.

I've no doubt they would.

But the truth of it is, some of
those girls couldn't be helped.

They were never
destined to be mothers.

We did all we could for them.

You didn't answer my question

about Father Percy.

What was his involvement here with
the Sisters of the Seven Joys?

Father Percy gave Mass
in the chapel on Sunday.

Once in the morning and
once in the evening.

- That's all?
- That's it.

And is this the only convent
that he said Mass at?

Ah, forgive me, my memory's
not what it used to be.

I'm tired.

Sorry, Detectives, we'll
have to stop there for today.

Thank you for your time, Sister.

I read something downstairs in
the office, something in Latin.

"Montra... esse te... matrum."

- "Monstra te esse matrem."
- What does that mean?

"Show thyself a mother."

What did Aoife tell you
about our kids, Clemence?

You spoke to her, didn't you?

Look, what did she tell you?

Hey, Clemence!
Clemence, it's time to go!

Are they alive?

- Come on, Clemence, what did she say?
- She...

That's enough, Lorna.

She... God, I really... I can't!

It's all right, it's all right.

I'm sorry.

Can we talk tomorrow, please?

I'll tell you everything.

I'll tell you everything.

Clemence, come on.

You nearly had the head
off that poor woman.

"Poor woman"?! I'd half a
mind to request a warrant

and turn the entire
place top to bottom.

- To look for what, exactly?
- Aoife Cassidy, for starters.

Why are you working so hard to
connect this crime to this place?

Why are you working so
hard to disconnect them?

It feels like you've been trying to
knock off early since this began.

I know this town, OK?

It's not all about that,

it's about listening
to what's around you.

And I'll tell you something
else, if Aoife Cassidy was

still in this town, we'd
have heard something by now.

Yeah, that's something else
that's been bugging me.

Oh, yeah, what's that?

You keep on about this
tight-knit community of yours,

the dependability of your
network of chatter and gossip,

where everyone knows
everything about everyone.

Someone farts in church on Sunday
morning and the entire town's

laughing about it before lunch,
and yet, in that fuckin' building

back there, I'm hearing girls
were locked up and children were

stolen, and you're trying to tell
me no-one knew anything about it?

How does something like
that escape your network?

Because there's knowing
and there's knowing.

Are you OK?

All right, all right!

Whoa! You're all right.

You're all right,
cub, you're all right.

Take a big breath, a big
one. Come on, slow it down.

Slow it down, you're all right.

Have you ever had
one of these before?

Not in years.

I was born in a
Mother and Baby home.

Nothing like that place, just...

It's all right.

- Just...
- It's all right.

It's fine.

It won't happen again.

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I do remember you.

You know, you say I didn't
remember you, but I do.

Huh?

The last time I saw you was
at that disco in the GAA club.

You were wearing
way too much denim.

That sounds about right.

That is a lot of crisps.

They're mine.

I've this thing I do,

where I take one of one flavour

and another of another flavour,

and I eat them at the same time.

So it kind of makes, like,
a whole new kind of...

You're a bit weird, aren't you?

Were you always like this? I
don't remember you being so weird.

I suppose I was.

You know, you haven't
changed, either.

At school you were
always the funny one.

- I was not.
- You were.

- I thought you were.
- Funny?

No. You're thinking of
someone else, Michael.

I'm not!

- You were funny.
- No, I was not funny.

OK.

I'm so fuckin' tired.

You're not sleeping well?

Not sleeping.

What?

You know, you and your
friend wanted to take me

and my friend up to the wailing
woman's house that night.

That's right.

We did.

But you went home early.

- Yeah.
- Last orders!

I haven't been up
there in 30 years.

Jesus!

I don't know why teenagers used
to think this place was romantic.

They didn't. They
just had nowhere else to go.

Ah, I suppose you're right. That
was the country we were living in.

Having to come to a place
like this just to be together.

Can you get in?

Look, you fizzed it up!

- You did that on purpose!
- I did not!

- Yeah, you did!
- I did not!

Yes, you did!

Come on!

Come on! Come on, this way,
this way, come on!

Warmer.

Colder.

- Warmer.
- Stupid!

Warmer.

Warmer.

Do you ever see Declan O'Brien?

Erm... no.

Liar.

Erm...

He's married.

Four or five kids.

Of course he is.

Come on up here, quick!

Stop! Stop!

Lorna, how could
you do this to me?!

No! Stop! No! No! No!

How could you do
this to me?! No! No!

Give her back!

Can I be with my baby now?

No! Stop!

What are you waiting for?

Aren't you going to pick her up?

Which one is mine?

Which one is yours?

And you call yourself a mother?

Lorna?

Are you all right?

Clemence knows what
happened to my kid.

She what?

She's telling me tomorrow.

I'm really scared.

I'm really scared.

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Clemence?

Clemence?

Clemence?

Clemence?

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