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Ask no questions and you'll be told no lies.

But when you wanna find the truth, that's all you have, questions.

But the problem with questions is the answers.

Sometimes the more you learn,

the less you know.

Well, I told her you were comin' over for a visit.

I told you, Mam, I'm not going to Australia.

Spiders bigger than your fists,

and snakes swim up through the toilet and bite your langer off.

Sean.

- Mam. - It's a great opportunity.

I don't need opportunities, Edna, all right?

Just enough scratch to hit the ground when I go back to Romania.

The state of you.

Good night, Sean?

Ah, you know, a couple of pints, forget to keep me wits about me.

- You can say that again. - I was looking for you.

- Oh, were you now? - Yeah.

You're a hard man to find.

Oh, he's no hard man, my boy.

A softie, inside and out.

Edna.

I see your car's been in an accident.

- Occupational hazard. - Really?

Couple of lads in Killamore bought themselves a Škoda.

Maybe they're trying to muscle into my taxi turf.

Or there's my ex, Sheila.

Christ. Sheila.

Held a grudge ever since I gave her the boot.

To be honest, though, it's... it's probably just some bored kids.

You'll be wanting a bath.

Give the water a few minutes to warm up.

Thanks.

Oh my God. What happened to you?

I got hit by a car and interrogated.

- What? - Then I see Sean's car's burnt to a crisp.

Well, are you okay?

Someone's trying to sabotage us.

Okay, hang on. Who interrogated you?

I don't know. They were wearing balaclavas.

Balaclavas.

Okay.

Don't take this the wrong way, but... are you all right?

I mean, look, are you sure it wasn't a misunderstanding?

We are being threatened.

It means there's a story here.

This is extremely good news.

Right.

Did you know Sean was Mrs. O'Shea's son?

We should be careful what we say around him.

So we have Malachy, Fiona, and the boy.

I think we should focus on Fiona, right? Obviously, Bridgit won't talk to us.

But there must be some folks around who knew her.

You know, what she was like, who she dated.

Hey.

You, uh...

You wanna join us?

You okay?

Yeah. You?

- Uh, well, glad you're here. - Yeah.

Look, I think it's imperative

that we honor the voices of the people we're talking to.

Offer them respect, consideration.

You know, what we can't be is deceitful and underhanded.

I'm super disappointed that you stole that file, Emmy.

I'm sorry. It's just you said...

I must have misunderstood.

Our work is all about trust. That's how we get people to open up.

And people opening up is what makes or breaks us.

All right? So... we all on the same page?

Fuck me. Well, this is interesting.

There's a whole load of reports here about the missing boy.

He didn't disappear. He showed up three days later.

- Really? - Look at this.

His name has been Tipp-Exed out every time it's mentioned.

Do you have your phone?

His name was Edward P.

He was found outside of town on the side of a road

by a nun called Sister McDonagh.

All right, I'm off. Let me know if you need anything, yeah?

Do you know anyone called Edward P?

I know an Edward Lynch.

Is there any chance he could be the boy who went missing on Samhain?

No, Lynchy is a sex pervert.

I'd steer well clear of him. Hmm?

If you see Edna, will you let her know I've gone?

Good job getting this, Sizergh.

Thanks.

Okay, uh, Sister McDonagh seems to live on an island off the coast.

"Inish Mac Tire."

There's four ferries a day. I'll book us some seats.

So, are we all on the same page, Gilbert?

Well, you know, it worked out this time, but, uh...

we need to stick to the rules from now on.

Thanks.

- Okay. - That's so nice of you. Thank you.

Thanks.

Hey, can I take pictures, or is that sacrilegious?

You know what, I'm gonna do it. It'd be great for the website.

You must be the podcasters, yes?

Hi. My name's Emmy Sizergh. I called ahead.

Then you are Mr. Power and Miss Maloney.

That's us.

Wonderful.

I am Reverend Mother Bernadette.

I thought I'd offer you a personal tour myself.

It isn't often we have such esteemed visitors.

Oh, we're big fans of yours here, Mr. Power.

Really?

We're fiends for a good podcast.

The first season of On Record was so profound.

You were so... brave

to be that open about the difficult times in your marriage.

Thank you.

Of course, seasons two and three were... a little disappointing.

Oh.

Let's begin.

And of course, we'd like to chat with Sister McDonagh.

Oh, I'm afraid our dear sister's not one for visitors these days.

She's a bit long in the tooth.

But I'll see what I can do.

- Please. - Long in the tooth?

Sister Bernadette must be at least 80 herself.

Nuns live forever.

It's a curse.

So the church dates from the 12th century.

Originally a medieval castle,

the Sisters of Mercy took it over about, well, a hundred years ago.

Must be wonderful.

You know, a life of quiet reflection, of commitment to God.

A truly spiritual existence.

Originally, yes.

But in the 1980s,

our branch of the order decided we needed to be more open to the world.

We like to do the yoga outside when the sun is shining.

Shiatsu and Reiki are private sessions

done down by the beehive huts.

On the other side of the island are the organic gardens.

Grow our own, slaughter our own.

- Whoa. - Do you mind?

No. Please.

Emmy, get the release forms ready.

I can't help but think what the Church might say

about your little money-making retreat here.

Ah.

We had a schism back in the '80s. The order was desanctified.

Officially, we're no longer a part of the Church.

Then why are you still nuns?

Because that's who we are.

But I do have a question about who you are.

"Dove."

Is that short for Dubheasa?

Dubheasa Maloney?

Word travels.

I remember hearing about a young girl in Dublin,

years ago,

who started a fire in an abbey.

Her name was Dubheasa Maloney too.

Quite disturbed, they say.

But it couldn't possibly be the same girleen, now, could it?

Mr. Power, shall we?

And of course, our restaurant has gained quite a bit of attention.

Two of our sisters trained under Jamie Oliver.

Wow.

And when do you think we'll get to talk to Sister McDonagh?

Well, let's take a look at our spa first.

Sorry. You don't know where Sister McDonagh might be?

I'm her niece, down from Dublin.

Oh, she's upstairs. Third floor, at the end of the hall.

You're a lifesaver.

Excuse me just a moment.

Yeah, of course.

Huh.

Let's head to the third floor. McDonagh's up there.

But shouldn't we wait for Mother Bernadette?

Oh, don't worry, Gilbert.

It'll be grand.

Ah, she doesn't look so good.

Are you sure this is okay?

Believe me, Gilbert, she'll be as sharp as ever.

Nuns are like wine. Eventually, they end up as vinegar.

Hello.

Sister, we need to ask you some questions.

Questions?

What time is it?

Have I missed vespers?

Samhain, 20-something years ago, you found a boy. Edward.

Have we met?

Such lovely skin.

Y-You found a boy at the side of the road.

A boy?

Hi, Sister.

My name's Gilbert.

Hello.

So Mother Bernadette tells us you're quite a fan of podcasts.

Oh, I love a good podcast.

I've just been listening to the one all about these twin brothers

who killed all those poor orphans.

It was very grisly.

Well, we're making a podcast right now, and we really need your help.

Hmm. What's it about?

Well, it's about the people who disappeared on Samhain.

- Oh. That whole thing. - Yeah.

I don't think I've anything terribly interesting to say.

- Just tell us about the boy. - Dove!

Look, you wouldn't believe

how interested I am in what you have to say.

So, we heard that you found the missing boy?

Oh.

It... it... it was days after Samhain.

I was driving into town,

and the lad was standing by the side of the road.

Huh. W-Was he lost?

He didn't know where he was.

He didn't know who he was, to be honest.

I drove him into town and dropped him at the health center.

Did he talk to you?

Sure. He was on about fishing.

Something about a boat.

Rowing.

It was such a long time ago.

I... I... I can't remember.

Yeah. Did you ever see him again?

Sure. I see him all the time.

Wait. Y-You see him all the time?

I'm partial to a little scoopeen when I get into town.

And Teddy's often at Fagan's, isn't he?

But... Teddy?

The singer? At Fagan's?

That's the one. Lovely lad he is.

Voice of an angel, mind of a cabbage.

What on earth is going on here?

I mean, what were you thinking, Dove?

You said, "Oh, it'll be grand."

It was grand. We got what we needed.

No, it... it... it was not grand.

You know, Bernadette said she would sue us if we use the audio.

We don't need it.

Yes, we do.

All right? It... it's the whole point of making a podcast, to get audio.

We need their words.

Now that Bernadette's all pissed off at us,

we have no hope of getting any.

Bernadette was giving us the runaround. We'd never have...

Yes, we would have, with a little patience.

Look,

we need to take our time and get people to trust us.

You don't understand, Gilbert.

D'you think no one in this town knew Teddy was the boy?

Everyone here will talk you in circles.

We do it your way, we find out nothing.

Journalism isn't just squeezing people for information.

We're here to build relationships. I mean, we need this podcast, Dove.

We need it.

Nuns are just children.

Children in old women's bodies, dressed in black, and married to Jesus.

We are better off without.

- What's the craic? - What's Teddy's surname?

Teddy? You mean Teddy Power?

Edward P.

Another Power. I wonder if we're related.

I think it's more likely he's related to Sergeant Power,

the guard who happened to write the report that happened not to mention Teddy's name.

- Interesting theory. - Do you know where we'd find Teddy?

He has a workshop up the Terrace Road, I think.

Let's head there, then.

Is this safe, Sean?

Ah, yeah. Be grand.

Ooh!

Whoa.

Fast hands.

Bodkin goalie, under-12s. It never leaves you.

They can go slow too.

You were gone for three days, right?

Must have been... so scary.

Do you have any idea who you might have been with?

I got lost in the woods when I was a kid, for hours.

I thought no one would find me.

Uh. Maybe you could tell us about the day leading up to the festival.

Huh?

You have any idea what... what could have happened?

Do you remember anything, Teddy?

Ah, shit!

Oh jeez. You okay?

Here.

Thanks.

She was your friend, Fiona?

Teacher, not friend.

But you liked her?

Mm.

I had a teacher in the convent.

Sister Geraldine.

She was my best friend. Isn't that sad?

I was 16, and she could only have been a few years older than me.

A girl teaching girls.

We'd hide in the cloisters and smoke at lunch.

Fiona would... take me home after school,

so I wouldn't be alone.

She made me dinner,

told me stories.

I'd make a fire in the front room.

What was your favorite story?

I mean, she loved Gráinne Mhaol.

The Pirate Queen.

I love her.

Fiona said she bowed to no man.

- What the hell do you think you're doing? - Sergeant Power, we...

You've got no right to barge in here and talk to my son!

He's a grown man. He can talk to who he likes.

- Get out! Now! - We were just chatting...

I don't care! Get out or I'll arrest you for harassment.

Out!

You three have no business with him, and he's got no business with you.

- Sergeant... - Podcast, my hole!

He's a vulnerable young man, ye pack of vultures.

Well, that was interesting.

That's two interviews blown in one day.

That was amazing, Dove, about your teacher.

What?

Oh, that was bollocks.

See how nervous Power was?

- We're getting close to something. - No. No, we're not, Dove.

They're clearly hiding something.

It doesn't matter.

Look, there's an island of nuns teaching yoga,

and I can't use the audio.

We actually found the missing boy, and I can't use the audio.

- Guys. - If there's no audio, there's no story.

No story?

I got hit by a car and threatened. Sean's car got set on fire.

Power is clearly covering something.

Look, Teddy, Fiona, and Malachy disappeared.

What happened that night is still important to someone.

The story is right here. We just have to find it.

Guys...

Have you ever listened to a podcast where they actually solve it?

I... I... I need diversions.

Red herrings, human interest.

The stuff that people actually care about. All right?

- W-Without audio, it's all pointless. - Guys!

- What? - What?

Where's Sean?

This is where we left him.

It's a note from Sean. "Needed to see a man about some business."

- Well, what are we supposed to do, walk? - I guess.

- We've got a bit of a problem. - Go on.

There's no nice way to spin this.

The police have subpoenaed your emails.

Now, obviously, we're doing everything we can to fight it,

but they're talking the Official Secrets Act.

I didn't do anything.

- The Secrets Act means prison, Damien. - No one is going to prison.

No. And we're doing everything we can this end.

- I should come home. - Absolutely not. I know you.

You come back, kick off, and just make everything worse.

Stay in Bodkin. Keep your head down.

- Let the lawyers take care of it. - Fuck.

Everything okay?

Aren't we walking?

We should follow Power. He was rattled. See where he goes, who he talks to.

Wait, wait. What are you talking about?

That is literally the opposite of what we need to do.

I mean, if anything, I should go apologize to him,

try to rebuild our relationship.

Relationship? He's guilty as sin.

Oh, come on.

You gotta stop jumping to conclusions.

Teddy was traumatized as a boy. Power is trying to protect him.

- That doesn't mean there's a conspiracy. - Gilbert! How are ye?

Darragh! Hey!

I heard Frank was looking for you.

- Frank? - Be careful with that one.

I don't think I know a Frank.

Sure. Says he knows you from Fagan's.

Oh.

So, uh, do you have a second?

- Yeah. - Oh.

- What are you doing? - I'm getting my audio.

So, uh, is this the melancholy one?

Yeah, his friend died.

Oh, poor guy. What happened?

I ate him.

Oh. Hmm.

So, is this all your land?

Yeah, 200 acres.

From Ailbhe's Hollow down to the sea.

- Ah. - Been in the family for generations.

Oh, wow. That's a lotta land.

Well, it keeps me busy, I'm proud to say that.

Other than the odd dip into town, I've never left the land.

What?

But... but, uh, don't you get curious about what's out there?

I'm a very curious man.

Every day, I'm filled with wonder.

When the lambs frolic in the spring.

When the wren sings in the morning.

When I was a boy,

I watched a horde of eels wriggle their way down to the river.

This land is full of stories.

I never tire from hearing them.

So, why would I leave?

That's... beautiful.

And who's going to work the farm when artificial intelligence kicks in?

Huh?

You can't deepfake roast beef.

That is a good point. Did... did you get that, Gilbert?

So, uh, do you know Teddy at all?

Sure. Since he was a boy.

Quite the charmer, he was.

Until...

Well, you know.

What about Fiona Doyle?

Teddy used to follow her around like a puppy, so he did.

Do you know if he knew Malachy O'Connor?

Malachy?

What about him?

Well, they all disappeared that night.

Can't help but wonder if they're connected.

I wouldn't know anything about that.

Did you know Malachy?

Know him? How well do you really know anybody?

It's just a question.

Yeah, well, questions are what gets one into trouble.

You ask the wrong person a question,

you get a rock in your gob and teeth on the floor.

- We were just... - Look, Malachy's gone over 20 years now.

You can ask all the questions you want. Doesn't matter now.

What was that?

That... is a man who knows more than he's tellin'.

Took you long enough.

Yeah, I had business.

Come on.

Ah, now you're in a hurry?

Savage.

Oh Christ.

What's happening?

- Oh, don't touch it! - Just leave it.

Hey, what's all this?

- Huh? - Road bowling.

And what is road bowling?

Ah, it's like golf, with this steel ball, down the middle of the road.

Whoever covers the distance in the fewest throws wins.

Just watch. Watch.

Emmy, we need to record everything.

How're ya?

Now, boy, leave it there. Hey. Leave it there.

- One hundred. - No.

Thinking of putting a bet on, then?

No, I'm not much of a gambler.

That's exactly what Frank said.

Wait. Who is Frank?

That's how you wanna play it, eh? Good luck with that one.

Hey.

Was that Damien on the phone before?

I'm sorry. Are we friends?

Do you wanna go to brunch and shovel avocado toast down our gobs

while we shoot mimosas up our hoops?

Yeah. It was Damien. There's some, eh...

complications with something we published.

The NHS case? With the whistleblower...

Yeah, the guy who hung himself from the fuckin' rafters.

Let's just stick to the work, yeah?

That's all that matters.

Well, if it isn't my most deadly enemy.

Yeah, just plotting your downfall.

Very good.

Have you solved the mystery yet?

Well, the real mystery is the rules of road bowling.

You throw a metal ball down the fucking road.

If you don't make it to the pub, you've lost.

You know, to be fair,

there's that little turn in the road there on that hill.

I didn't mean to intrude or anything. I'm sorry.

Sure. It's fine.

I'm just a huge fan of yours.

I mean, all your early reporting from Northern Ireland.

That piece about dark money in the city.

You broke that single-handedly. I really admire that.

I really wanna do what you do... one day.

I'm stuck consulting on a true crime podcast

in the arse-end of nowhere.

Big fucking success, me.

But while I'm here... names?

Um, Barry on the right, Cathal on the left.

Hey, Barry, Cathal.

Hello.

I, uh... I hear you're a man who knows things.

- Him? - Well, I don't know about that.

Did you know Fiona Doyle back in the day?

She was a lovely girl.

I only lived on the same street as her. But go on, ask this gowl.

Oh yeah? Well, what was she like?

She was a lovely girl.

And what about Malachy O'Connor?

I've heard some rumblings.

Kept to himself, that fella did.

Did he have any friends? Um, a job?

A blow-in, he was.

Don't know a thing about him, but he was a mad bowler.

Oh, that's right. Mad.

He had a smooth action, arm like a gun. County Cork champion back in the day.

- Isn't that right, Barry? - 1998, I think.

Finnegan was '98. That would make Malachy '99.

Finnegan? No, you eejit.

It couldn't have been Finnegan.

Why not?

- Sure, I knew his sister. - Did ya?

- Yeah. - What's that got to do with it?

Interesting how not a soul seems to know a thing about Malachy.

What do you think it means?

I think it means it's a fucking mystery.

Hey, what about you?

- What about me? - Hmm. What do you think happened?

No fuckin' idea.

Now, come on.

What were you doing during the last Samhain Festival?

Nothing. I hadn't moved to town yet.

Oh.

Thought you were a local. I mean, you seem so connected.

I get around.

Oh, then maybe you can answer this for me. Uh, do you know a guy named Frank?

Oh yeah, the New Age Travelers. Their camp is just up the road there.

New Age Traveler? What are...

- Hippies, blow-ins. - Oh. Okay.

They started arriving in the '60s.

Supposedly, West Cork is the safest place to survive nuclear fallout.

Hmm.

But I think it's because no one here gives a shite what they get up to.

That's it. Lovely, lads. Big smile.

Thanks, lads.

Cheers. All right. Thanks.

Hello again.

Do you often take pictures of the winners?

Oh, I've been doing it for 30 years.

Analog, you know. None of that digital iPhone bollocks.

Yeah, wow. Um... Eh, d'you... d'you keep them?

Keep them? Who'd want shots of them eejits gathering dust?

But they publish my pictures in the local paper, they do.

Every year.

That is fascinating.

Take out your phone.

Look up the local paper. "Road bowling, '96 to 2001."

There should be a photo of Malachy there.

Uh, The West Cork Journal isn't online. It's archived at the local library.

- Oh, the library. Great. - Hey.

We're off to the pub to celebrate the game. You coming?

What?

We found a lead, Gilbert, that might lead to a picture of Malachy.

Great.

So, we'll pass on the pub, yeah?

Well, you know, I... I promised the boys that, you know...

You promised "the boys"? Who the hell are "the boys"?

Those are the boys.

Look, come on, we had a good day.

It was productive. It's time for a little R&R.

This isn't some fuckin' holiday, Gilbert.

You wanna know what's going on here, you're gonna have to force the issue.

She okay?

Trouble back home. Fallout from the NHS story.

- The one with the dead guy? - Mm.

Maybe you should go with her, keep her out of trouble.

While you go to the pub with the boys?

Yeah.

Wait!

Wait. I'm coming with you.

- Did Gilbert tell you to do that? - No.

Yeah. Yeah, he did.

Are you looking for a ride into town?

Um...

Do you lads like a bit of a party?

A... a party?

Well, yeah. Yeah. Sure.

♪ On wood, baby ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Baby ♪

Uh, excuse me.

Uh. Uh, ma'am.

What?

The package has been received.

It's not a fucking spy movie.

I was just...

Sorry.

Do you want a pint?

Yeah. P-Please, yeah.

- Great. Thank you. - Here's your change.

- Thanks a million. Seamus? - Two.

Hmm.

You know why Guinness is the most popular drink in Ireland, Gilbert?

Uh...

It's the wait.

Oh.

You lost your job.

The man's still taking money from your pocket.

You're getting non-stop grief at home.

Enough to put you in an early grave.

And on top of that, it's pissin' rain.

But for just one moment,

you can sit with yourself and see the future

and know that at least one good thing is comin'.

And that,

that's a rare thing, Gilbert Power.

To know the future holds something positive.

Hey, um,

do you mind if I could get you to just say that again?

Just... Yeah, here.

Why would you ruin a lovely conversation with a thing like that?

I don't want to remember the things I've said.

I'll be taking that.

Let's just call it a down payment, shall we?

For?

Were you so pissed you don't remember?

Hi. Wha... Um.

You got into a little game with my mate Frank.

Frank?

So he's looking to collect.

- Eight thousand euros, boyo. - What?

You lost 8K to Frank here.

Okay.

I don't remember any of that.

I mean, are you sure it was... it was me?

Eight thousand...

- Yeah! - Fuck.

Aw!

- That's me. Um... - Mm-hmm.

Look, I... I... I don't have that just laying around.

- I'm having some cash flow issues. - Hey.

You owe me 8,000 euro, you prick.

Hey, hey, Frank, the lad'll pay.

You will pay, won't you?

Okay.

Right. Who's for a drink?

What are you having?

I guess we'll have to come back tomorrow.

Find anything?

Uh...

Reckon you could fit through there?

I mean, I could I think. But, um, y'know, the library's closed.

Sizergh, where are ya?

- Bodkin. - And who are you with?

- You. - And what do I want?

To get into the library, which is closed.

Exactly.

This library, which could contain a crucial piece of our investigation,

is closed.

But six feet above your head is what?

A-A window.

- An open window. - Open window.

You admire me, right?

You know how I got where I am?

By going through the fuckin' window.

That was so exciting.

We're bad.

Mm.

And here's 1996.

Yes, '99.

Look.

Oh fuck. We found him.

And not just him.

Is that Seamus?

They knew each other.

- Wait. Hang on. - What?

Knew I recognized him.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Yeah, i-in America, we knock.

This is a picture of Malachy O'Connor one year before he disappeared.

And this is Seamus Gallagher.

Oh my God.

- Only his name isn't Seamus. - What?

His real name is Jack McFadden, also known as "the Badger."

My first job was on the Belfast beat.

The Badger was infamous for smuggling across the border

before the Good Friday Agreement.

Petrol, arms, drugs, anything that needed moving.

A lot of ugly rumors about him.

Kneecapping, murder.

Not a man to fuck with.

Seamus? Really? I mean, he seems like such a nice guy.

Ah, he's not.

Jack McFadden, aka the Badger, assumed dead,

has actually been hiding out for 20 years in Bodkin

under the name Seamus Gallagher.

A violent smuggler arrives in town at the same time two people disappear?

- A coincidence? - Really?

I mean, this barely looks like him.

Seamus is the Badger.

There's a reason he's in Bodkin, and we're gonna find out what it is.

A terrible thing has happened.

I came to Bodkin expecting a simple cold case,

to ask questions.

But when I saw Darragh's body lying there,

I realized there was one question I never thought to ask.

"What if this cold case isn't really cold?"

♪ It's his forte, on his knees ♪

♪ Call it foreplay Don't know where I'd be without it ♪

♪ Call me up late ♪

- ♪ What you need? ♪ - ♪ You want it ♪

♪ Bought some new lace I'd like you to see ♪

♪ I want a dark room and dim lights ♪

♪ I wanna feel the bass hit Through my thighs ♪

♪ Baby, so abrasive, it's all play ♪

♪ You asked me, "Who are you?" ♪

♪ If I wasn't so complacent I just might ♪

♪ Wake up with the taste of a good time ♪

♪ Least that's what you might say Is that right? ♪

♪ Tell me then, who are you? ♪

♪ Doo, deh, doo-da-doo ♪

♪ Call a cab, babe ♪

♪ Follow me ♪

♪ Like the cat says Won't know 'til you've gone and tried it ♪

♪ Like my guy said ♪

- ♪ He ain't no cheat ♪ - ♪ You want it ♪

♪ Only hearts break Are the ones that speak ♪

♪ I want a dark room and dim lights ♪

♪ I wanna feel the bass hit Through my thighs ♪

♪ Baby, so abrasive, it's all play ♪

♪ You asked me, "Who are you?" ♪

♪ If I wasn't so complacent I just might ♪

♪ Wake up with the taste of a good time ♪

♪ Least that's what you might say Is that right? ♪

♪ Tell me then, who are you? ♪

♪ If I wasn't so complacent I just might ♪

♪ Wake up with the taste of a good time ♪