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[ Sirens wailing ]

-Alpha bravo, 1-1.

Confirm both your units and support team

are ground side. -Stand by, 1-0.

All units to confirm the cordon.

-Alpha bravo 442...

-All units be reminded I want a calm and low key approach.

[ Beep ]

[ Laughing ]

[ Indistinct talking ]

-Stand by, alpha bravo.

[ Indistinct talking ]

Right, here we go.

[ Engine revving ]

[ Dog barking ]

-The fruity fizz cloud is broken...

[ Baby crying, pounding on door ]

Tommy Brennan, open up! Police!

-Police!

-[ Gasps ]

-Tommy Brennan.

I'm D.I. Collette Cunningham.

I'm arresting you...

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[ Dog barking ]

-Officers in pursuit of Tommy Brennan.

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Copy that.

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-Jesus Christ.

[ Brake clicks ]

-Stop! Stop now.

-Get off. -Will you make sure she's okay?

-Yeah. -Tommy Brennan,

I'm arresting you on suspicion of possession,

intent to supply and obstruction.

You do not have to say anything.

But it may harm your defense if you do not mention

something which you later rely on in court.

[ Ringing ]

-Right, Tommy -- -Yeah. Hello.

-Hi. Is this Mrs. Cunningham?

-Yeah, it's Ms. Who's this?

-This is Detective Garda Luke Byrne

from the Irish Police in Dublin.

-Sorry. What's this about?

-I'm sorry. I'd rather not say over the phone.

-You said you're in Dublin, right?

Well, I'm in Liverpool, so...

-Yes. Would it possible to arrange a time to meet?

-Jesus Christ. Tommy, you need to pipe the hell down.

You're doing yourself no favours,

and I'm on the bloody phone.

Listen, either you tell me why you're calling me,

or we discuss this the next time you're taking the ferry

to Liverpool.

-I'm sorry. I've got some bad news.

We have found Stacey Lockley's body.

-Sorry, Stacey who?

-Stacey Lockley. You're down as her next-of-kin.

-Yeah, I don't know anyone called Stacey.

-Tommy! -Jesus Christ!

Tommy, in the last three days,

six people have been rushed into A&E,

one even had his skull cut open

because his brain was swelling so much,

all because of drugs you sold him.

Tell me who gave you the drugs to sell.

-No comment.

-I get it, I do.

These people mean nothing to you.

Why would you give a shit?

But they are people, Tommy.

They're real people and husbands and wives

and mothers and fathers, just like you.

How would you feel if it was one of yours up there,

with their skull cut open?

-No comment.

-Listen, here's the thing, Tommy.

As of tomorrow, I'm going on me holidays.

Two week, all inclusive to Tenerife.

Do you think I'm going to actually give a shit

about your predicament when I'm sitting by the pool

with an Aperol Spritz in my hand?

Hm?

I don't know who's going to take your case when I'm gone.

All right?

But some of these guys are real dickheads.

All right. I was just trying to help.

-Wait.

-Are you off to Tenerife then, boss, or...?

-Am I fuck? Going to Tuscany to drink wine.

[Phone rings]

Hello. -Hi. Ms. Cunningham.

-Look, like I said earlier,

I don't know any young women in Dublin.

All right?

Last time I was there was for a hen night,

and that was like 30 -- it was a long time ago,

let's put it like that.

After that experience, I swore I'd never set foot

in the place again.

-Okay. Would it help if I gave you a description?

She's 36 years old. Around 5'6", of medium build.

She has brown hair, blue eyes,

and a large birthmark on the side of her shoulder.

-You said she had a birthmark?

-Does that ring any bells?

Hello?

Are you still there, Collette?

Hello?

[ Door opens ]

-Boss, we were gonna wait, seeing as it's your birthday

while you're away.

Here, we've all thrown in a few quid

towards your holiday booze fund.

Are you all right, boss?

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[ Seagulls crying ]

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[ Siren wailing ]

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-Collette Cunningham.

Detective Luke Byrne.

-Collette Cunningham?

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-[ Sighs ]

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It's her.

-We're still waiting on the results of the post mortem.

-How did she die?

-At this stage, we're treating the death of Stacey

as an apparent death by suicide.

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-[ Breathes deeply ]

I'd like some time alone with my daughter, please.

-Yes, of course.

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[ Door closes ]

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-Would it be okay if I can ask a few questions

about your daughter, Collette?

Just want to get a better sense of what her life was like

in the lead up to her death.

-I don't think there's much I can tell you, to be honest.

-Take your time.

Just anything that can give us a little insight

into what may have led her to take her life.

-I don't know.

Haven't seen her in 20 years.

-Right. Right. Okay.

But you have spoken to her in that time, right?

-No.

-Texts, e-mails?

-She left home when she was 17.

Cut all contact.

-So you know nothing of her life.

-Nothing.

I tried looking for her.

I went out of my mind looking for her.

And the whole time, she was right here in Dublin.

I guess the fact that she changed her name

from Kate Cunningham to Stacey Lockley says it all.

She didn't want to be found, did she?

-Right. Okay. Um...

We'll leave it there for now.

Here is a list of support agencies we recommend.

Will you be staying in Dublin a while?

-I don't know.

-Well, can I contact someone for you?

-No.

-I can arrange for someone to take you over

to Stacey's house, if you'd like.

-No, it's okay. I'll drive myself.

-Any questions, anything at all, just give me a call.

-I've got questions.

-Sorry?

-I've got questions now.

A million of them, in fact.

-Okay. Uh, can I grab a cup of tea or something first?

-No.

[ Breathes deeply ]

Where was she found?

-Stacey was found in the Phoenix Park.

-What do you know about her?

Her life? Did she work?

-Yes.

Until quite recently, she worked as a nurse

in St. Peter's General Hospital.

-Until recently?

You mean until her death?

-No.

Stacey was suspended shortly prior to her death.

Well, a couple of months ago, actually.

-Why was she suspended?

-Look, um, I'll be honest with you.

My brief was to try and get more of an understanding

about the period leading up to Stacey's death.

I wasn't prepared for the fact that you and her --

-Luke...

tell me who's in charge here.

-That would be Detective Sergeant Jane Connolly.

-Okay, well, can you tell Detective Sergeant Jane Connolly

that Detective Inspector Collette Cunningham

from Serious Crime across the way in Liverpool

would like to speak with her?

Can you do that for me?

I won't take up much of your time.

I just want to ask a few questions about my daughter.

-Right. Of course you do.

Um, is Kurt up to date on OCIU's investigation into Stacey?

-No, not yet. Mainly because -- -OCIU?

-Um, Organized Crime Investigation Units,

where Detective Byrne works.

-Why is my daughter's suicide being investigated

by organized crime?

-Well, because of the allegations leveled against her.

-Which allegations?

-The allegations of theft leveled against her

by her employer.

-I'm sorry. Um...

I haven't seen my daughter for 20 years.

So any information you can give me

to bring me up to speed, I would really appreciate it.

-Okay, Collette.

Prior to her death, Stacey was suspended from

her job at the hospital due to suspected theft of opioids.

It's standard procedure for organized crime

to investigate where controlled drugs are involved.

-Right.

Is the hospital still carrying out the investigation?

-As far as I'm aware, yes.

-When Stacey's body was found,

was there anything unusual about the scene?

Any injuries?

-Like I said earlier, we are treating this death

as an apparent death by suicide.

At this stage, we have no reason to suspect any foul play.

-Right.

Thank you for your time.

-Actually, uh, Collette, before you go.

We haven't been able to get in touch with Cara and Liam.

You have no idea where they are, do you?

-I'm sorry. Who?

[ Lock clicks ]

Hello?

Hello?

-Mom?

We're back from Debbie's.

Mom? You home?

Who the fuck are you?

-I'm your grandmother.

-You're -- you're from...

-From Liverpool. -Yeah. Liverpool, yeah.

-No offense, like, but mom always said that --

-Cara, don't say anything --

-She always said that she didn't want anything to do with her.

-She's here now, isn't she?

Mum's obviously invited her.

-Well, did she?

Did she invite you?

-A police detective contacted me.

They've been looking for you, as well.

-Police detective?

-Where's Mum?

Is she upstairs?

-I'm very sorry.

Your mom's dead.

-No.

No. No, she's not.

Where is she?

Mum! Mum!

Mum! Answer me!

Mum? Mum?

[ Breathing heavily ]

Mum?

Where is she?

Where is she?!

-She's gone, love.

-No, no.

Don't fucking touch me! Where is she?!

Where is she?!

-I'm so sorry, Cara.

-No.

No, she's not!

No!

[ Crying ]

-I'll look after her.

-[ Sobbing ]

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-What's going to happen to us?

Where are we going to live?

-Where's your dad?

-Haven't seen him in years.

-Are you staying here tonight, then?

-Yeah.

Yeah, of course I'll stay tonight.

-You are not sleeping in mum's bed, though.

You can stay, but not in mum's bed.

-Cara, stop. She can stay in mum's bed if she wants.

-No fucking way is she. -It's fine.

-No, you can sleep in mum's bed if you want.

-No! -Cara.

-No, Liam. What the fuck? -Yes, Cara.

-I'll sleep on the sofa. It's -- it's not a problem.

-What happened to Mum?

-Your mum...

...she took her own life.

-No.

She didn't. No, I don't believe you.

-Cara, why would she lie?

-She wouldn't, though.

She wouldn't do that to us.

-Yeah.

-Why have we never met you before?

-Did your mom mention me?

-Yeah, sometimes.

Said you were a police detective or something.

-Yeah. -No.

She said you threw out of home when she was 17.

She said that you were really strict,

said you wouldn't let her do anything.

And she said that she was glad the day you threw her out

because she couldn't breathe living under your roof.

-Cara, she never said that. -Yes, she did, Liam.

She said it to me.

She said that she loved her dad, but that you were a total bitch.

That you were as good as dead to her!

-Cara!

-It's been a long day, so I...

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-Cara, why would you say that?

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-I've made up the couch for you.

-Thank you.

-I think she was late on the mortgage, as well.

-Right.

I'll take care of it.

-What about the funeral?

-I'll sort it.

Don't worry.

-Okay. Thank you.

-[ Sighs ]

[ Cellphone buzzes, chimes ]

-Hey, boss.

I heard had to cancel your holiday

and move across to Ireland on some family business.

I do hope everything is okay.

Oh, hang on. Hang on.

Yeah, the others, they just want to say a little something.

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

[ Call ends ]

[ Line ringing ]

-[ Sniffles ]

-Hello.

-Hello. Chief Superintendent Brown?

-Yes? -This is

Detective Inspector Collette Cunningham.

-Yes, Collette.

-Yeah, I'm sorry to be calling so late, sir.

I have a favor I need to ask you.

-So, it seems that your chief spoke to my chief,

and you're to join us for the next six months.

I mean, it's all happened very quickly above our heads,

and it's highly unusual,

but here we are.

-Well, thank you for having me.

-You'll be on probation for the first couple of months

as a detective garda.

That means doing all the grunt work --

thefts, assaults, that kind of thing.

Nothing as exciting as what you were dealing with

in Liverpool, I'm afraid.

-That's all right.

-You've already completed basic firearm training,

but you will be required to do a refresher course

before we can issue with a handgun here.

You are free to do that before you begin.

-Yes, of course.

-Okay. Yeah.

-Right. Well, just --

-Collette, you're a very expensive resource.

I have a recruitment freeze for the next six months

because of your transfer.

I hope you're worth it.

-I come with 30 years of on the job experience

and 53 years of life experience.

I won't let the side down.

One more thing, if I may.

I'm hoping to keep my association with Stacey's death

under wraps for the time being.

I don't want people walking on eggshells around me.

Is that all right?

-Yeah.

-Thank you, Sergeant.

[ Sirens wailing ]

[ Chopping ]

-What will it be like?

The funeral.

I've never been to one before.

-It can be whatever you want it to be.

It's an opportunity to honor your mom.

-I've got trousers and shoes.

But I don't have a black shirt or anything.

-We can tell you a black shirt.

-♪ You are my one contradiction ♪

♪ I've never tried to decide my one and only ♪

-Cara?

-What the fuck? You can't just come in here.

-I did knock. -Well, what do you want?

-[ Sighs ] I was wondering if you and Liam wanted

to go shopping this weekend.

Find something to wear for the funeral.

-Oh, I'm busy.

-I just thought you might want to find some special.

-Fine. Okay.

-All right, thanks, Cara.

[ Birds chirping ]

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-Hello.

-I'm here to see Ryan Shelby.

Detective Collette Cunningham.

[ Woman laughing ]

[ Laughter, indistinct chatter ]

-This is your desk.

[ Indistinct chatter ]

-Thanks, Ryan. -If you need anything, call me.

[ Telephone ringing ]

[ Indistinct chatter ]

-[ Sighs ]

[ Door opens ]

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[ Telephone rings ]

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-Detective Garda Cunningham?

You're the lead on the Loftus Hill Prison case, right?

The one with the two prisoners who overdosed in their cell?

-That's right. Yeah.

-Siobhán Wilson. Nice to meet you.

-Nice to meet you, Siobhán.

-Have you, um -- Have you met the rest of the team yet?

-Not really. Just exchanged a few nods

with them this morning.

-Ah, well, allow me.

You lot, this is Collette.

She's joined us from across the sea.

-Hiya. -Hey.

-Uh, well, maybe join us at the pub one night after work.

It can sometimes take a few points

to get past nods with this lot.

-Thanks for trying.

Right, so it says here that there was methamphetamine found

in the prisoners' cell. -Uh, yeah.

-Do we know how the drugs got in?

-Yes. A drone.

But I don't think our drone operator

will be getting their pilot's license anytime soon.

-What do you mean?

-Oh, he, um -- He crashed it into a tree.

-Oh, my God, the fool.

Tell me he had it registered.

-Yep. To a one Dylan Horgan, 58 Gerald Avenue.

-Right. Let's go.

So, what did you do to piss off the boss?

-You do you mean? -Getting stuck with a newbie.

You must have done something to piss her off.

-Uh, well, I went on a few dates with her son,

and then I realized that I preferred having sex with women.

-[ Laughs ]

-Right? -Yep.

-Mrs. Johnson? -Yeah?

I'm Detective Garda Cunningham. This is Detective Garda Wilson.

Are you the foster carer of Dylan Horgan, Mrs. Johnson?

-You've come a long way to bawl him out.

What's he done this time?

-We have a runner!

-Hey!

All right, show's over. You've had your fun.

-Fuck off, Mary.

-Let's go inside and have a cup of tea.

-So what does that mean?

I mean, if he was involved, what does that mean for him?

-The drugs were laced with a deadly substance.

Two people have died as a result of taking them.

He could be in a lot of trouble.

-I do me best as a foster parent, you know?

-Most of the kids here come from really shitty backgrounds.

Violence, drugs, parents in prison, that kind of thing.

It's hard.

[ Footsteps approaching ]

I try and give them the right kind of guidance.

I really do.

-Detective Cunningham, we found something.

It's a smart controller for an FPV drone.

-No, you must be mistaken. This is Ashling's room.

Dylan probably hid it there without Ashling knowing.

Marlene, you said some of the kids' parents

are in prison, right?

-That's right.

-Ashling, we brought you in for questioning

because we found a drone controller underneath your bed.

Did you put it there?

-No.

-The controller was paired to a drone

that was used to fly a package into Loftus Hill Prison.

-Your dad's in Loftus Hill, isn't he?

Must be really hard for you being separated from him.

You must really miss him.

-Yeah.

-Does your dad call you from the prison?

-Sometimes.

-We have a call log here that says he called you last week.

We're in the process of getting that recording now.

-When you talked to your dad last week,

did you tell him about the drone?

-I...don't know.

-Dylan told us that he's been teaching you how to fly it.

Ashling, did your dad tell you to fly a package into

Loftus Hill prison for him?

I know he's your dad, and I know you love him.

-I just wanted to help him.

I'm sorry.

-Detective Cunningham.

You got a second?

-Yeah.

-We've got the general report back from the coroner

regarding Stacey's body.

Toxicology has confirmed the lethal mix of drugs

in her system.

The coroner believes she overdose

and has ruled the death a suicide.

As we haven't found anything to implicate Stacey,

Organized Crime will be

closing their investigation into her.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

-Thanks, Luke.

-Take care. -Yeah.

[ Siren wailing ]

[ Music playing ]

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-Do I have to wear a suit?

-Of course you do, dick brain. It's a funeral.

-Mum though men in suits were pricks anyway.

She wouldn't give a shit if a wore one or not.

-You're right. Whatever you want to wear.

-Okay.

-Okay.

-I want to wear this.

-Go for it.

So, is there anyone in particular

we should invite to the funeral?

-Debbie probably.

-She your mum's best mate?

-Yeah, I guess so.

-Right, so we'll invite Debbie.

Anyone else? Was your mum seeing anyone?

-Yeah, Eoin. But don't worry about inviting him.

-Why's that?

-I think they broke up.

Oh. Can I get Kevin?

-Yeah.

Is he a friend of your mom's?

-No, my boyfriend.

-Well, then I'm inviting my boyfriend, too.

-Are you thinking of staying here in Ireland?

-Yeah. For the kids I am.

Tell me, how come guardianship

didn't go automatically to the kids' father?

-Because they were born outside of marriage.

It's only the mother has an automatic right

to guardianship in Ireland.

-Does Stacey always have me down as guardian?

-No. No, she only ask me to change it recently.

Yeah, the will was made on the 13th of April.

-That's a week before she died.

Any idea why she changed it?

-No. Afraid not, no.

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-Does Detective Garda Patrick Fannon

work here with Central?

-Uh, yeah, that's him right there.

-Thanks.

Detective Fannon?

-Detective Connolly, I believe.

-Call me Collette. It's nice to meet you.

-Patrick. Nice to meet you, too.

Top marks on your first case here.

-We did okay.

I understand you were first on the Stacey Lockley scene.

-Yes, I was.

Though Organized Crime swooped in

and took that off my hands pretty quickly.

-I just wanted to ask,

was there anything unusual or suspicious when you found her?

-Nothing I could see. Nothing at all.

-Thanks, Patrick.

-Sure.

-Neighbor.

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-Liam.

[ Knocking ]

Car's here.

-Yellow was a favorite color.

-Yeah, I know.

-I miss her.

I really miss my mom.

-Course you do, love.

-Love does not come to an end.

In short, there are three things that last --

faith, hope, and love.

And the greatest of these is love.

The Word of the Lord.

Stacey's mother will now say a few words.

-Thank you.

Unfortunate--

Hi. I'm Collette.

Unfortunately, I didn't get to know the adult Stacey became,

the Stacey that you all knew.

I didn't get to share the life that she built in Dublin

with Cara and Liam,

and you, her friends.

So I just want to thank you for providing her

with that love and friendship and for giving her a home.

As a little girl, Stacey loved this poem,

and she would recite it,

and she knew it off by heart.

So I just thought I...

I thought I'd read it today.

For Stacey.

Down by the salley gardens

my love and I did meet.

She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet.

She bid me take love easy,

as the leaves grow on the tree.

But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.

In a field by the river

my love and I did stand.

And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand.

She bid me take life easy,

as the grass grows on the weirs.

But I was young and foolish, and now I'm full of tears.

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-Night then.

-Good night, love.

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