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[instrumental music]

[dramatic music]

[engine revving]

[water gurgling]

[thuds]

[clacking]

[tires screeching]

[tires screeching]

[water splashes]

[tires screeching]

Huh?

[dramatic music]

[gasps]

[ominous music]

[theme music]

I have to say, Malky, when Fergus said

you were on the wagon, I wasn't convinced.

I'm not gonna lie.

It's a rickety old wagon with three wheels.

[laughs]

And the ride is bumpy.

[Fergus] Ah, you're doing great, da.

- I'll get the nice biscuits. - Ooh-ooh.

You've done a great job, Malky.

Look at him. Head down in school, earning.

And Liberty, ah, she's growing up to be such a little lady.

- She's a good kid. - Who's a good kid?

- Are you talking about me? - No.

We're talking about that other girl that lives up the road.

What's her name? Lily.

Yeah, Lizzy.

You know what we could do, Liberty?

We could go on a shopping trip and make it a girls' day.

But only if your dad agrees. He's the boss.

He's not the boss of me. I'm the boss of me.

[laughs]

What do you say, Malky?

[instrumental music]

Say yes, daddy. Please!

- Mm. - Please?

Suppose there's no harm in it.

No harm in what?

Paula is gonna bring Liberty on a shopping trip sometime.

[chuckles] Whoo! Sounds good, Libs.

[cell phone vibrating]

Oh, shit!

Sorry. It's a message from the lads at the boxing club.

I gotta go.

[door opens]

[Fergus]The club's chat group is going mental.

The cops are saying it's Freddie Scatt.

And who's that?

He was the owner of

that boxing club group that I joined.

He went missing at the weekend,

and they're saying his body parts are scattered

all over the Dublin mountains in those bags.

Huh, interesting bag.

I mean, it looks like there might be a leg in there,

but you find the bag interesting?

Yes, I do.

How well did you know him?

I knew him to see.

I mean, he seemed lovely, funny, friendly.

- Everyone liked him. - Oh.

Somebody most definitely did not like him

or he would not have met a Dionysus-end.

- A what? - Greek god.

Torn apart by the Titans.

They ate all of him, bar his heart,

which his mother, Semele, ate.

And that allowed her to give birth to Dionysus again.

Anyway, Harry, we should take the case.

Well, take it for whom? I mean, no one's asked us to help.

Look, Harry, Freddie was a good man by all accounts. Okay?

Couldn't we at least ask a few questions?

Let me see that picture again.

[instrumental music]

[applause]

That's Becca, the manager of the gym.

She used to fight herself.

Uh, we're very grateful

to be joined by Freddie's ex-wife, Jean,

who's also part owner of the gym here.

You can just say wife.

Sorry. Uh, uh, wife.

We've got a lovely picture of Freddie with his proteges

at a very successful Irish Championships this year.

[Jean]Oh, thank you.

And, of course, Jean's husband, Clive,

and Freddie's fiancee, Wendy,

and, of course, his brother, Steve,

who is about to make his big comeback.

- Come on there, Steve, man! - Absolutely.

Freddie wanted this fight to happen

and we are gonna make it happen.

[applause]

- Comeback fight? - Oh. Yeah.

Steve was on course for the Olympics.

But then he was a soldier in Lebanon.

Now, I don't know what happened,

but the lads here say that when he got back,

he was a bit shell-shocked.

Uh, God knows Freddie wasn't much of a businessman.

[laughter]

But he was a brilliant coach,

and more importantly, a-a kind man.

[male #1]A good soul.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

[Becca] And we all know his motto.

No kid left behind.

And I know if he was here today,

he'd ask you all to pick up those skipping ropes,

get in those rings and remember him

by doing what we do best, box.

- Yes. - For Freddie!

[all] For Freddie!

[applause]

Why do you think they gave the picture to the ex,

rather than the fiancee?

Sure they all live together, don't they?

Why give them two pictures?

What? They all live together?

How very hippy of them.

Mm, reminds me of my misspent youth.

They didn't call them the swinging '60s

purely for the music, you know?

Ugh! Just gave me the ick.

[chuckles]

Um, will you be alright for a minute

if I go and talk to me mates?

Mm. Uh, I fancy a coffee.

[indistinct chatter]

if you are not listening to me.

He didn't have a will. The house is gonna ge...

Wait. We might need to wait, love.

- Common decency. - Me eye!

If we wait, we run the risk of all his little bastards

coming out of the woodwork.

That house is mine, Clive. I'm having it.

Oh.

Was she there the whole time?

Be careful who you're talking around.

The pathologist says the cause of death

was the initial blow to the head.

He died instantly, but his body

would have bled a lot when it was being cut up.

No sign of a crime scene at the gym or his home?

Nothing. And the way he was dismembered was professional.

- No surgeons in the family? - Huh.

If only we were that lucky.

We sent out a bulletin for anyone who would've

spotted the car driving through the mountains.

I mean, did they really think

that we wouldn't find the body parts?

Like, why not dig a hole?

[Charlie] Those bags he was discarded in, anything on them?

Super Cost, bought over

by a leading chain about five years ago.

Where would somebody get a hold of a load of those bags

if the shop is out of operation?

Mm, some people collect plastic bags.

My granny has a cupboard full. She doesn't use any of them.

- Because she has a good bag. - Precisely.

Is your gran our suspect, Jord?

Well, she's 80

and mouldy with gout, so I doubt it.

Let's just focus on who might have had a grudge

against Freddie.

Yeah.

[instrumental music]

[indistinct chatter]

What's this?

[indistinct chatter]

- On you go now. Off you go! - Come on now!

[Wendy] What do you think I am? And I'm not moving anywhere.

Me hole am I leaving!

If you don't pack your things,

then I'm gonna help you move them out.

You're the one who should move out!

Who the hell stays living in their ex's house?

Do you know what I mean? Think about that, like.

Hiya, um, I'm sorry to disturb you,

but, um, my nephew here wanted to pay his respects.

Oh, how kind!

People have been so kind.

- To me. - Oh, here.

[sobbing]

[sighs] I'm so sorry, this must be so hard for you.

- It is. - My condolences.

Thank you.

Ugly, isn't it?

Jean's handiwork.

I was waiting until Freddie and I got married

to redecorate it all.

Yeah, I can see you'd wanna put your own touch on it.

It must be rough for all of you, but I mean, at least, you know,

you, uh, have each other.

Living together, I, uh,

I mean, I imagine it must be supportive.

Do you?

You must excuse me.

I need to fix me face.

It's exhausting, dealing with all of this.

[sobbing]

[sighs]

The official version is we were all one big happy family

because Freddie loved family.

The unofficial version?

Freddie loved family, alright,

but he was also terrible with money.

He was meant to buy Jean out of this house

when they got divorced, but he didn't.

Instead, he gave her part of the gym.

And you had to live with his ex-wife.

Mm-hmm. And Clive.

The most exciting man on the planet.

Uh, my nephew will be back in a second.

He has a very weak bladder.

[chuckles] No problem.

He-he was very keen to come.

Sure.

But then you must know that more than anybody.

I mean, most men would not consider

living with their wife's ex.

[chuckles]

You must have got along.

Oh, we did, we did.

- Huh. - Hello, Mr. Clive.

Freddie had asked me to hang a bag for Steve.

Get more practice in.

Anymore jobs for me?

No. Thank you, Paddy.

Are you okay? How are you getting on?

Ah, just keeping busy, Mr. Clive.

Are you sure I can't do something?

We're fine. How are you?

Are you getting on okay? How is it going at the caravan?

Did you get that roof fixed yet? Have you got somewhere to stay?

You miss Freddie?

Yeah. I do.

And I don't even really know why. He was driving me nuts.

He kept promising to straighten stuff out,

but these last few months, I don't know,

he was keeping something from me.

Whether it was money troubles or another woman,

I don't know.

[glass thuds]

If he wasn't already dead, I'd

bloody kill him for doing this to me.

[instrumental music]

So it was certainly no fairy-tale.

Mm. Well, the cracks are certainly starting to show.

[Harry] We need to learn more about that man.

If he wasn't here, he was in that gym.

Yeah, where I can go, but if you keep hanging around there,

someone's gonna fit you for a pair of gloves and a mouthguard.

[chuckles] Boxing, with this face?

No. I have a much better idea.

[instrumental music]

[intense music]

[grunting]

[thudding]

Oh!

[grunting]

[panting]

Footwork! Footwork! Come on, move the feet.

You look like you have lead in those boots.

That's it.

[groans]

Jesus! Will you keep it tight?

Danny Kelly will lay you out in round one at this rate.

I'm sorry, Steve. Sorry.

[panting]

Enough. Enough.

Enough.

[sniffles] Ah.

[exhales sharply]

He's in bits.

Thinks he should have protected his brother.

Um, what's the infinity symbol on his gloves all about?

Steve's mark.

Infinity, 'cause he keeps on going.

[scoffs] Or at least he used to, anyway.

I'm worried about this fight now, Fergus.

He's liable to freeze or anything.

Could you postpone it maybe?

I mean, at least until he's coping a bit better

with Freddie's death?

See, Danny Kelly knows that

Steve's gonna be weaker right now.

So if we delay it, he'll just call it a forfeit.

[door opens]

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna rely on our new saviour.

A sports psychologist.

- Harry? - You should have told me...

What your aunt did, Fergus.

I've been looking for someone to come in

and gee-up the fighters.

Thanks so much for offering to do this, Dr. Wild.

My pleasure.

[chuckles]

What the hell are you doing?

Stroke of genius, isn't it?

I figured that this would be the best way

to have one-on-ones with people that knew Freddie best.

You don't know anything about boxing.

- Or any sport, for that matter. - Oh. Pfft.

Hemingway boxed, and Sartre. All of the literary greats did.

And I know my literary greats.

This is nice, isn't it?

I'm sorry we couldn't go to the playground,

but it's so cold!

It's always cold here.

Ugh. Where I live, it's always warm.

[chuckles] And they even have a playground on the beach.

- On the beach? - Yes.

You see the kids, they run in, they have a swim,

and then they just come back and play.

- Sounds like magic. - It is!

Would you like to see it sometime?

- Can I? - Of course, you can.

And Fergus can come as well.

- He thinks he's a detective. - Really?

[grunting]

Freddie was the best.

[grunting] A great man, great coach.

Freddie, he was amazing.

So supportive.

He used to say nothing else mattered other than

getting under those ropes and standing on the canvass.

Every fight, sixth round, down I go.

What do you think I should do, doc?

A man can be destroyed, but not defeated.

Hemingway's not gonna help.

Oh. I'm impressed.

Okay. Oh, we'll try something different.

Well, why don't you lie down for me?

- Mm. - Trust the process.

Courage is grace under pressure.

Hemingway.

Read him for the next fight.

Okay.

[thudding]

So it's, uh, six.

It's, um, something about six.

Are you one of six kids?

- Only child. - Huh.

Uh, what about when you were six?

Do you remember anything,

anything happening at that age?

Did you get lost in a supermarket or something?

- No. - Bullied at school?

Nobody picked on me.

Ah... Huh.

What is it?

I remember me birthday party.

[Conor]My sixth birthday. Nobody came.

God. Nobody came.

I used to beat up some of the kids at school,

so I guess that's why none of them came to me party.

What is it Sartre said?

"Hell is other people."

Are you a kind person now?

Could be kinder, I suppose.

Do that, and, uh, see how you feel in your next round six.

- Thanks. - Yeah.

[sighs]

You're bloody mental.

I think the word you're looking for is skilled psychologist.

I'm actually quite enjoying it, but it's getting us nowhere.

And everybody likes Freddie.

I'm starting to like Freddie.

Well, I did tell you.

I think I'll take this next one on my own.

Right, I don't need any head-shrinking, doc.

I know what I need to do when I get in the ring

and I'll do it, for Freddie.

For Freddie? Not you?

I never wanted to box again after being away.

You were in the army, right? That can be very traumatic.

There was one incident.

Lebanon.

This kid, one of my new recruits,

stepped on a mine.

That was it.

I brought his belongings home to his mother.

Jesus Christ. I can't imagine what that felt like.

[Steve exhales sharply]

Can't be easy now without him.

I've been to your house.

Living with all that tension.

Oh, it-it was all fine when

Freddie was alive, you know?

He could make anywhere fun, you know?

I guess it was the shock of him dying, it upset things.

Mm.

Jean and Wendy, they seem to be over it now.

Oh, I see.

I don't care what the rumours are, Johnny.

There is nothing dodgy in my gym.

The Scatt-Kelly fight goes ahead

or we'll call it a forfeit and claim the win.

[thudding]

[Conor]What the...

Here, son. I shouldn't have left it there.

- You're grand, Paddy. - Very sorry.

Yeah, it's okay, Paddy. Just go get some towels.

Uh-huh. Yeah.

- You okay? - Yeah, all good. Here.

- No, I'll get that. - Ah, no, you're alright.

Sound, yeah. I'm soaked, man.

[laughs]

Thanks, Fergus. You don't have to.

Ah, it's no bother. You're very good to him.

[sighs] Ah, he's okay. A bit hard to talk to sometimes.

And let's face it, not the greatest cleaner.

Why did you keep him on?

He works practically for free.

But, mainly, Freddie felt guilty.

See, Freddie used to box,

and he landed the blow that...

Well, I don't think Paddy was always as slow.

Weird thing is, now he can take any amount of blows

and he'll stay standing.

[footsteps approaching]

- You got what I asked for? - Yeah.

[man grunting]

[ominous music]

I think I'm ready to coach the national boxing team.

[laughs] I just quoted Joyce Carol Oates

to a chap that keeps dreaming that he's naked in the ring.

Boxing is the celebration of a lost religion of masculinity.

[chuckles] He was tickled.

Wha-what's going on?

No idea.

[man grunting]

Oh, Jesus!

[printer whirring]

So I found out something that might be of use.

Yeah, go on.

Fergus Reid is a member of Freddie's gym.

You're kidding me?

I kid you not.

Jordan, how is that of any use to us?

Oh.

All it means is that

Harry bloody Wild is

already gonna be all over this case.

And if they solve another one before us, I mean...

Oh. There was one other thing.

Freddie's wife and fiancee, they've organised a meeting

with the manager of the Credit Union

where Freddie had his account.

- What, together? - Yup.

It feels a bit weird seeing as, you know,

it felt like they couldn't stand one another

when we interviewed them.

Talk about burying the lead, Jords!

Maybe they're in it together.

[scoffs] The fraught living arrangement is just an act.

They killed him,

and now they're splitting his money.

- Ah... - Oh.

Yes.

[suspenseful music]

[indistinct chatter]

[Wendy laughing]

[indistinct chatter]

[laughing]

[indistinct chatter]

[laughing]

[laughing]

[indistinct chatter]

And then me and you are going to Kusadasi. Ha-ha...

I must say, the ex-wife and the fiancee

sharing a celebratory bottle of wine.

[scoffs]

When those two police officers following you catch up with us,

they're gonna find this very suspicious, I imagine.

Police? What police?

Sorry, but who actually are you?

She's the aunt of one of those lads down at the gym, isn't she?

Mm, I'm a bit more than that.

- You're a private detective. - Oh!

Wait. I've seen you. You were in the papers.

- Well done. - Who hired you?

Who hired me is irrelevant.

What matters is that having learned a bit about Freddie,

now, I, I want to find his killer,

his actual killer,

because those two cops,

they'll settle for the, uh, most likely candidate.

Or candidates.

[music continues]

We're not your suspects.

We're just two women coming to terms with reality.

Intriguing.

I gave Freddie a very large loan.

He promised to repay it from the gym's profits.

Turns out, the gym is in massive debt.

Shit businessman and shit fiance.

He was screwing another woman, too.

Who?

Mm, well, when I looked at the accounts,

I noticed that Becca now owns a sizeable share of the gym.

Which came as a surprise to me.

And Becca won't agree to sell the gym,

so I have to sell the house to give Wendy what she's owed.

So the ex and the fiancee are coming together.

- For Freddie! - For Freddie!

[laughing]

Love it.

Jab. Push off that back foot.

There you go. Jab back hand.

[sighs]

Don't overthink it. Just do it.

That's what Freddie always said. Let your fist do the thinking.

Thinking? These limp noodles, they can barely do the punching.

[sighs] You really miss him?

More than I thought possible.

Sorry, kid. But we need to concentrate.

I have to concentrate. Hoo!

Ah...

[exhaling sharply]

[sighs] Um, Becca,

I actually need to talk to you about something.

- Yeah? - It's kind of awkward.

But I don't have my money for this week's training.

It's alright. Don't worry about it.

Freddie always let lads carry over their fees

if they didn't have it, and I wanna keep that going.

Um, for as long as I can anyway.

Though I have a suggestion, actually.

[panting] I was, um, I was thinking,

what if I could do a bit of work?

You know, Paddy could use the help and...

Why not? You can't be any worse than Paddy.

[laughs]

[sweeping]

So, I'll help you give the place a sweep then, will I?

Spit buckets.

Clean them.

Then do the toilets.

You're the boss.

[Paddy]There's bleach out the back.

[sighs]

Becca only lets me clean the office.

Cool.

I will go and get some supplies.

[bucket thuds]

[ominous music]

[door opens]

Bleach. Bleach.

There you are.

Ah.

That is the one.

[music continues]

You live here, don't you, fella?

[sighs]

Oh, shit!

[panting]

[gasps]

[eerie music]

Oh, shit!

[intense music]

[doorknob rattling]

[Paddy]Where are you, Fergus? I know you're here.

[cell phone chimes]

Oh, Fergus.

This came in from a member of the public.

A reg of the car spotted driving erratically

through the mountains when your vic was being discarded.

[laptop keys clacking]

Paddy Duffin.

[Charlie]Get him in.

You know me secret, don't you?

[rattling]

Come out, Fergus.

Don't be scared.

Come out, kid.

I only wanna talk to ya.

Paddy...

I-I, I need your help.

It's, it's my left hook.

[thudding]

I can't land anything with it.

So, what did you wanna talk to me about?

I shouldn't have let you get that bleach.

Nobody's supposed to know that I'm living here.

[Fergus panting]

Freddie said I wasn't allowed.

[eerie music]

[car door shuts]

[knocking on door]

[grunts]

- Harry! - Oh!

Oh, thank Christ for that.

Oh.

How long have you been living here, Paddy?

- A, a few weeks. - Oh.

I needed somewhere to stay while I was fixing my place.

Mm.

Yes, um...

Well, the, the bags that Fergus found,

why do you have so many of them?

Oh. When I finished fighting, I got a job at Super Cost.

Oh.

They moved me around from

section to section.

The only place I was any good

was the butcher's and bagging.

[sighs]

Um, I took the bags when it was closing.

I figured they'd be good for rubbish and stuff.

Well, the police are going to want to know

who borrowed those bags.

You see, um, they were used

to put bits of Freddie in after he'd been killed.

So somebody here must have taken a few.

Ah, no.

Um, that was my idea.

What was that now, pal?

It was my idea to chop him up and put him in the bags.

Yeah, but I didn't think anyone would find him, you see?

No, I didn't want anyone to get into trouble.

Well, I got rid of all of him,

but I couldn't get rid of the weight.

Mm, it was too heavy to throw out the window.

You know, it would have broken the bag.

Paddy, are you telling me you killed Freddie?

I didn't kill him.

I only helped clean up. Huh.

Oh, maybe I shouldn't say any more.

I don't wanna get anybody into trouble, you know?

[eerie music]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[indistinct radio chatter]

You two alright?

Yes. Sorry.

I know I'm supposed to call Vicky now.

But I was worried about Fergus and I didn't think.

You can call me anytime, mother.

And now we have our killer.

No, I don't think you do. He said he just cleaned up.

Ah, he's just covering his arse. We'll get the truth out of him.

How was he killed before he was dismembered?

Blow to the head.

But it could've been someone else.

Mother, you've done enough. Let it go.

[tapping]

[engine revving]

[sighs]

Dad! You will not believe the night I've had.

[panting]

Alright, ma?

[chuckles]

What is it?

What's going on?

Are you leaving again?

Go on, tell him.

Tell me what?

I want Liberty to come live with me in the States.

I've applied for her passport.

I'd like your permission, but...

I'll go for custody.

A girl needs her mother, Fergus.

Don't.

Don't speak to me.

[instrumental music]

[Paula]We need to discuss this

like adults.

[sobbing]

I bought Fergus the house. You'll both be fine!

Get out.

Get out!

[sobbing]

[door opens]

[door shuts]

[Fergus sobbing]

[music continues]

Oh, Fergus.

What can I do?

Don't know, Harry. Don't know what any of us can do.

You wanna stay home with Liberty?

Nah. She's in her friend's.

I need to keep busy, you know?

It's Malky. He's...

He's not good.

Okay. Let's go.

[engine revving]

[thudding]

[Becca] Look, I don't really have time for this.

Big fight is in an hour, and to learn what Paddy did

on top of everything, Jesus!

The thing is, Becca, Paddy said he didn't kill Freddie,

that he just got rid of his body.

And we think that he would only do that

for somebody that he wanted to protect.

He was fond of you.

- Did he want to protect you? - What?

Look, were you having an affair with Freddie, Becca?

Because his fiancee certainly thinks you were.

An affair?

Affair.

I loved him,

but I wasn't his mistress.

Well, at the memorial, Jean said something

about Freddie's bastards coming out of the woodwork.

- You're... - His daughter.

His secret, bastard daughter.

But he didn't want anyone to know.

He got my mother pregnant soon after he married Jean.

Oh, he tried to make it up, giving me part of the gym.

[chuckles] A gym so deep in debt...

God, if he was here now, I'd have a few words for him.

But, look, instead, I have to try and get this fight staged.

And at the moment, I don't know

if Danny Kelly is even gonna show up.

Why? What would Danny have against this club?

His manager, Johnny, said that,

he said that Freddie was so broke,

he organised dodgy fights.

Apparently, Johnny and Danny heard rumour of a book that said

Steve was going down in the fourth round.

So what, they're accusing you of trying to fix the fight?

They're accusing Freddie.

[dramatic music]

Okay, warm up. Nice and easy.

[Harry] Fergus, I have an idea. But I need to check on it.

The police still don't know

where Freddie's body was chopped up.

Okay. But what does that have to do with anything?

I mean, we know Paddy chopped him up.

But we also know he didn't get rid of some of the evidence.

He said there was a weight, it was too heavy.

Do you remember?

Well, what if that was used to kill him?

Maybe the, the DNA of the killer will be on that weight.

And where do you think it is?

[door opens]

[footsteps approaching]

[door shuts]

Shocking news, isn't it? About Paddy.

Unbelievable.

And he's been in our home.

[Jean]We were always so kind to him. Freddie, especially.

[Harry]Hm. And your Clive.

He was talking to Paddy about his caravan when I last saw him.

Checking up to see if he'd got that roof fixed.

I know. Imagine living in a caravan in this day and age.

I told Clive, "You shouldn't be letting him stay on your land."

- His land? - Yeah.

Clive owns the field where Paddy lives.

Or lived.

I presume he'll be residing in jail now.

[ominous music]

[doors opening]

[doors shutting]

Shall we call the police, Harry?

We don't wanna contaminate a crime scene.

We're just taking a look.

[door opens]

- Ugh! - Ugh!

Ugh! Ah...

Jesus H Christ!

[Fergus panting]

Fergus, look, the weight.

- Go. - Ugh!

- Oh. - Oh.

[crowd cheering]

[bell rings]

Yeah!

[crowd cheering]

- Come on, Steve! - Get in! Yes!

[indistinct chatter]

Mr. Carroll!

Nobody throws a fight in my gym.

- Whatever. - We won that fair and square!

- Yes! - Whoo!

- Come on, Steve! - Yes.

- Come on! - Yeah!

Come on! Yeah!

[panting]

That's it, Becca.

So I hope you earned enough money.

Yeah. We did.

I won't ask you to fight again, Steve.

Freddie shouldn't have asked you in the first place.

No, he shouldn't have.

It was too much, forcing you back into the ring.

[Fergus] But you're a good brother.

When he told you how much debt he was in, you agreed to do it.

And then he told you he needed more than the prize money.

[panting]

He asked you to throw the fight.

No. No, no, no.

He, he-he, he did, he didn't. He wouldn't.

He asked you to do what?

And that was the straw that broke you, wasn't it?

Then you lashed out. You hit him with the weight.

[panting] He was my brother.

Look, he wouldn't. I wouldn't.

[child screaming]

[distant gunshots]

[panting]

[Steve]Medic! I need a medic!

[panting]

[female #1]No!

- Whoa, whoa! No! No! Steve! - Stop! Stop!

Drop it! No! No! No! No!

[panting]

You're safe, Steve.

What Freddie did wasn't right.

I mean, he loved you, but he,

he should never have put that stress on you.

Listen to me. This won't help.

[panting]

[Steve sobbing]

[sniffles]

I didn't mean to kill him.

[sighs]

He'd been on my back. I just couldn't cope with the pressure.

[sobbing] I just saw red,

and I-I had the weight in my hand.

[sniffles] I wanted to call the police,

but, but Paddy, Paddy had seen everything.

He, he said he'd take care of it.

[sniffles] I was horrified

when I found out what he'd done.

He chopping him up.

I should have gone to the police. I should have...

[sobbing] I should have...

[Becca sobbing]

It was an accident. It's okay.

[Harry] Time to call the guards.

[traffic bustling]

Lola told them.

They wanted to be here for you.

- You alright, son? - Uh, yeah. Thanks.

Hey.

Whatever you need, okay?

Yeah.

We're all here for you, Fergus.

Thanks.

Feels like drinks should be on the house.

You wanna put your card behind the bar, Harry?

Glenn, that's not what on the house means.

- Oh, isn't it? - Don't worry. On me.

- I got 'em. - Another round.

Same again please, Glenn.

Made up my mind, Harry. I'm gonna fight her.

Of course you are. And I'm gonna help you.

- You mean it? - Mm-hmm.

The last time Paula dropped a bomb on your life,

well, no offence to your father, but you had to cope on your own.

You're not on your own anymore.

[instrumental music]

[chuckles]

We're gonna win this.

- Damn right we are. - Yeah.

[laughing]

Come here.

[all laughing]

Come on.

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

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