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Drunk stags and hens in a wee Irish town? She's asking for trouble.

The body washed up from the North, so we've a duty to investigate.

Starting with the post-mortem. No way. We're doing the PM.

Belfast and Dublin want this investigation

to showcase positive cross-border cooperation between our two forces.

Here in the South, it will be you, Regan. In the North, Detective Boyd.

Apparently, she was staying with friends in a rental cottage outside Drumbay.

Seeing as we found her, perhaps I should be there, too.

OK, girls, I'll need you to make formal statements,

so stay put till you hear from me.

What time did you leave the bar? Half-eight.

Didn't want to cramp their style.

Where were you Saturday night? Here with me ma watching telly.

Sinead's blood alcohol was moderate, but she did test positive for fentanyl.

I warned her, and I'm warning you.

(SIRENS WAILING)

We found this, it looks like Sinead's jacket.

JOE'S MA: You're making a mistake, he didn't do it. Joe!

Are you free? Aye, hop in.

What are you doing?

I'm trying to help you. Get off me!

What do you know about Patrick Gorman?

He killed your father when you were a kid, or so they say.

So they say? There's no proof.

Well, he's back now. What?

He came back two years ago. He runs a furniture store in Castleblayney.

She wore a wedding ring, but it's missing.

REGAN: Any marriage problems?

Simple question. No.

She thought he was having an affair. Was he?

If I tell you, do you promise not to tell the others?

♪ There's a ghost screaming over the river

♪ It's a sound only clear to the sinners

♪ It's a sound only clear to the sinners

♪ So we know what to do, what to do

♪ So we know what to do, what to do

♪ So we know what to do, what to do

♪ So we know what to do, what to do

♪ Pay the Devil his due

♪ Pay the Devil his due

♪ Pay the Devil his due ♪

(BIRDSONG)

(KNOCKING)

Niamh?

Niamh? What's going on?

Did either of you see Niamh come back inside last night?

I didn't notice. I wasn't bothered.

Niamh? What?

Thank God.

You had me worried.

Good afternoon, sir. How can I help you? Just looking.

No problem. Feel free to ask me any questions.

Actually, I do have a question.

Did you kill my father, James Boyd, in 1991?

Yes.

I thought so.

(PHONE RINGING)

DC SHAKIR: Sir? Sir?

Chief wants to see you.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

OK. Thanks.

(HANGS UP)

Philip!

Got your email. Aye, sir.

Sorry I couldn't make it work. Clash of personalities more than anything.

In my view,

DC Shakir would make an excellent alternative to liaise with Regan.

Look, I know it's difficult working with another force,

especially one we've had, at best, a chequered past with.

But you need to make this work.

It reflects badly on us if we're the ones seen to be walking away.

So, don't let them show us up.

Do I make myself understood... detective?

Aye, sir.

What size are they?

What? Them shoes?

36.

They'll do my daughter. Give 'em here.

Have you never heard of recycling?

We've only the one planet, you know. We need to look after it.

You're welcome... Greta. (PHONE RINGING)

Regan. Yes, ma'am.

It was his decision, not mi...

Yes, ma'am.

DOYLE: If I remember anything else, I'll be sure to let you know.

What was that about? Some girl in my cab did a runner.

So, I reported her. Oh.

How much?

Does it matter?

Sure I'll never see it.

REGAN: I like what you're thinking, but I don't see the connection.

Boss.

I'll take that coffee now, Maguire. Yeah, all right, boss.

You too? Me too.

If we're going to make this work, we need to establish some rules of engagement.

Like in a war?

Yes, only we're not at war, are we? At least, not any more.

OK, I'll tell you what.

You write down your list of rules, I'll write down mine, then we can compare.

OK. Good. We can come back to this further...

Done! What?

My list. I just sent it to you. (PHONE BUZZES)

"When you're in the South, you do as I say."

That's it? That's it.

What was Sinead Connelly's jacket doing in your house?

I found it on the beach Sunday morning when I was walking the dog.

I thought that it might belong to one of the girls,

but when I got back to the cottage there was no sign of life.

I assumed they were sleeping off the night before,

so I decided to wait until they were checking out to ask.

So, why was it still in your possession? I forgot about it.

You forgot about it?

Did you, er... "forget" where you were on Saturday night?

That was me ma's idea.

She said you'd try and pin the murder on me.

Mammy's boy? Do you always do what she says?

She's right, isn't she?

Did you speak to Sinead while you were at the bar?

I spoke to all of them.

According to the CCTV, you left the bar around midnight?

It was a hen night, and I am no hen.

And you went straight home? Yes.

We trawled through the CCTV.

There's no sign of your car. I was wasted, so I walked.

I'm a law-abiding citizen. Except when you're supplying drugs.

No comment. Did you walk home along the road?

No, the beach. When the tide is out, it is quicker that way.

REGAN: Did you see anyone else on your midnight jaunt?

Not a soul.

So, you got home, went to bed,

and didn't surface till the morning when you walked the dog, correct?

Yeah.

REGAN: And you never saw Sinead again?

No.

BOYD: He has no alibi. And we have no witnesses or fentanyl.

What about searching his house again?

Maybe you missed something. His ma will have got rid of anything.

How much longer can you keep him? Not long enough.

The place was heaving, you know. It was full of stags and hens.

I remember the girls, though, cos of what they were wearing, you know?

Do you remember anyone bothering them at all? Especially Sinead?

I can't honestly say.

Do you know this man?

Joe Dooley. Local lad. He comes in here sometimes.

Ever see him selling drugs? Not inside.

I'd kill him. What about outside?

It's not my job to spy on people unless they're in here.

Can I ask the witness a question?

Go ahead. I need her permission.

Permission granted. Thank you.

Has anyone ever reported having their drink spiked?

It happens. Not just in here, all the bars in town.

We always tell the girls, "Keep an eye on your drinks."

You know how it is.

Aye, aye. Any recent incidents?

There was one a few weeks back. I remember cos it happened on my birthday.

When's that? 26th May.

It was a Saturday night. Town was rammed.

Polish girl. Don't know her name.

She was completely out of it, but insisted she hadn't been drinking.

Hm, so what did you do?

I offered to call an ambulance, but she refused. Said she just wanted to go home.

She got in a taxi and that was the last I saw of her.

Would you recognise the taxi or the driver?

I couldn't tell you. There were loads of taxis there that night.

I want you to check out which taxis were operating that night.

See if we can find the one that took the Polish girl home.

Yes ma'am. Actually, I was just about to call you.

Sinead's phone record's come in.

Anything? She texted twice on Saturday night.

Once to her husband, Sean.

And the other?

Permission to question these witnesses? OK, Boyd, you made your point.

You don't need to keep asking, but when I tell you button it, you button it.

Is this a reciprocal arrangement? In the North I can tell you to button it?

Yeah, whatever. Now button it.

Officers. How can we help?

REGAN: Mr Walsh, according to Sinead's phone records,

she texted you at 2:15am Sunday morning. That's right.

You didn't think to mention it before?

It was just a confirmation text for the canoe experience on the Sunday.

To be honest, I didn't think it was important.

In this type of investigation, every little detail is important.

Of course. I'm sorry.

We talked about it with the girls the night before in the bar.

Like I told you, it's a marketing tool. Do you still have the message?

Sure. If I remember right, it was just a thumbs-up emoji, so I made the booking.

You can see for yourself.

You never said about a text message. I forgot, OK?

It came at two in the morning, what do you want me to do?

Wake you up so I can make the booking?

I'm sorry, love, I...

This whole business is just so upsetting.

Yeah.

Yeah, OK.

Sergeant? Yeah?

There's a woman here, says she has information

that might be relevant to the murder inquiry.

Thanks.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

REGAN: Mrs Dooley? He didn't do it, that's all I'm saying.

Come on, Lola.

He drove your car on Saturday night

and he's dealing drugs from your house, making you an accessory.

You could go to prison, and then who'll look after little Lola?

I heard the front door go,

so I got up and saw Joe walking towards the beach with a bottle of wine.

BOYD: How long was he gone?

Ten, 15 minutes tops.

You saw him come back? Yes.

He saw I was awake and came to check I was OK.

He was fine!

Said he just fancied a drink on the beach.

Believe me, if he had just murdered someone in cold blood, I'd know.

(LOLA BARKS) (ENGINE STARTS)

Told you Joe was lying. Doesn't make him a killer.

Doesn't not make him a killer either.

(PHONE RINGING)

DC Shakir.

Yeah, just a quick heads-up, sergeant.

Very soon, there's going to be a United Ireland

so I suggest that you join us now in An Garda Siochana.

You know, to beat the rush. What do you want, Maguire?

Well, there's a woman here, she's the wife of Paddy Doyle, the taxi driver?

What about him?

(PHONE RINGING)

Regan. Hi, boss. Maguire here.

I'm just after interviewing Annie Doyle there.

She's the wife of Paddy Doyle, the taxi driver?

She said on the night of the murder, he didn't get in until 6am

and he told her he fell asleep in his car at the end of his shift.

She said when he got home, he put his clothes straight in the wash.

Anyway, I ran a background check on him. And?

Nothing. Then I checked with DC Shakir

and she found a conviction for assault against his first wife.

He was living up North at the time, which is why he didn't show up on our records.

But, yeah, get this.

A young female made a complaint about him yesterday.

Says Doyle came on to her in his cab.

Where's Doyle now?

(TYRES SCREECH)

BOYD: Take it easy, Regan.

Ah, relax! Regan! Come on!

(EXCITED CHATTER)

That's a big flock of hens for our fox.

There he is.

Go, go, go. (STARTS ENGINE)

Get out of the way! (HORN BLASTS)

Catch me up. Regan!

Damn it!

Police! Open the door!

Open this door!

(HORN HONKS)

Open the door! Open this door!

Open the fucking door!

He's heading for the ferry terminal. I know a short cut!

(HORN HONKING) Move! Come on!

Shite!

(PHONE CHIMES)

Yeah? Drive round. Meet me on the other side.

That'll take 40 minutes. You'll be there in 20.

Then drive faster.

Let's not make a scene. We'll wait here quietly till we get to the other side.

(LAUGHS)

You can't touch me. No?

Why's that then? See that red post out there?

That marks the border. We are now officially in the North.

Which means this is not your turf.

You can't lay a finger on me.

(ON PHONE) We can get a unit there in 30 minutes.

Is there no one closer? No, sir. Sorry.

OK.

Uh! You're not allowed in here.

Turn around. What?

Do as I say. Turn and go back. I can't.

There's not enough depth here to turn. OK, then, slow down.

What for? What's this about? There's a fugitive on board.

I need time for PSNI officers to get to the other side.

I can't. This is the last run before low tide. It's too dangerous.

(PHONE CHIMES)

Yeah? Where are you?

Be there in ten minutes.

Shite!

I've called for back-up, so...

Regan? Regan! Regan!

Hey, you!

Come on, I need your help. Get down there.

Fuck!

He says after his shift on Saturday he went to see his girlfriend.

Girlfriend? So he says. That's why he ran.

He doesn't want his wife to know.

Can he prove it? Girlfriend lives here in the North.

So, we can check the border cameras. What about the Polish girl?

Never heard of her.

Says he picks up drunk girls and drops them home all the time safely.

What a superhero(!)

Do you want me to bring him in? Not yet.

We need to talk to Joe first.

Seize his passport for now. He's a flight risk.

OK.

By the way, he says you owe him a tyre.

Tell him he's mistaken me for someone who actually cares.

REGAN: Your mother told us she saw you go to the beach with a bottle of wine.

So, are you going to tell us the truth this time?

OK, I admit I did follow Sinead down to the beach.

Just for a drink. That's all.

I swear. We hit it off in the bar so I thought why not? In for a penny.

No, you thought she took one of your pills

so you two could have sex, with or without her consent.

It wasn't like that.

She was smoking. It was very quiet.

The water was dead still, it was like a mirror, and she said something like...

Sorry, did we wake you?

And I said, "Yeah."

But you can make it up to me.

And did she? No.

She asked to be alone, so I left. She seemed distracted.

I assumed it was cos of what happened in the bar.

JOE: At first, they seemed to be having a good time together.

I sat at the bar. I got a drink.

I saw Sinead and Niamh dancing and I decided to go over.

REGAN: What were you doing? JOE: We were dancing together.

Having a good time, then Sinead said something to Niamh.

NIAMH: Sinead...

Sinead...

REGAN: What did she say? JOE: I couldn't hear it.

But it upset Niamh.

You make out like you're Mr Sensitive, but in truth you're a predator.

Like you preyed on that Polish girl a few weeks back,

and who knows how many other women?

I've no idea what you're talking about.

What Polish girl?

I think Sinead did agree to have a drink with you on the beach that night.

When you started coming on to her, she wasn't interested so you spiked her drink.

Pure conjecture.

You're a drug dealer. You carry fentanyl when you're out hunting.

It's your insurance policy in case your victims don't fall for you rustic charm.

Stop now, detective. Good luck with that.

You do remember the Polish girl. How many other women have there been, Joe?

This interview is over.

He was in the vicinity at the time of the murder,

he's a drug dealer and his only alibi is his mother.

BOYD: It's not enough. I wasn't asking you.

Our CPS wouldn't accept it. I doubt your DPP would either.

You don't know how we do things here.

I certainly know how you do things.

He's right, Regan.

Charge him with possession with intent to supply and let him go.

And while you're at it, tell those hens they can leave, too.

They've been through enough.

Fuck!

If he kills again, it's on you.

I tried stalking you online, you know, how your friend stalked me?

What did you find?

There is a Sergeant Regan in Limerick, but he's a he.

It appears you don't exist.

Which leads me to believe that Regan is not your real name.

Which suggests that you're hiding from something.

Or someone. Aren't we all?

BOYD: What are you doing? Regan?

What is it?

Just saw Sinead's husband. What's he still doing here?

That's my question, too.

REGAN: I thought you were leaving? SEAN: I was.

Until the girls organised a memorial service for tomorrow, so I'm staying on.

Everything OK? Yeah.

I just want a bit of peace.

(PHONE PINGS)

That'll be Sean telling you we're here.

NIAMH: I'd already decided before coming here

we needed to stop seeing each other, before Sinead found out.

But it was too late.

We were dancing, having great craic, like the old days.

She'd known for weeks.

I know.

But she didn't believe it.

So, she went on the pill in case.

So she planned it.

She waited for the right time, when my guard was down.

That's why she didn't get drunk or take an E.

She must've spat it out.

I told her I loved you, but it was over.

I couldn't do it to her any more.

How did she respond?

NIAMH: Angry. Upset.

We both were. We went to the bathroom and talked.

Then she calmed down. She didn't want the others to know.

She didn't want to spoil Charlotte's weekend.

Typical Sinead always putting others first.

So, no one else knows about you two?

No.

And we want to keep it that way, don't we?

So, you did go looking for her on the beach?

NIAMH: Yeah.

(HOLLERS) Sinead!

Please!

(SOBBING) I'm sorry.

I love you.

REGAN: Did you hear anything? NIAMH: No.

Just the waves lapping against the rocks.

HOLLY: How could you?

Her husband? Her best friend? You disgust me, both of you.

See this? Sinead's wedding ring. The ring you put on her finger.

Why do you have it?

When she went out for a smoke, I knew something was wrong

so I went out to talk to her.

She told me Sean was having an affair, but she refused to say who with.

She was so upset.

She was going to throw it in the lough, but I persuaded her not to.

I offered to look after it till she was ready to make a decision.

But now you can keep it, to remind yourself of your treachery.

(RING CLATTERS)

Sinead texted you on Saturday night. What did she say?

"I still love you."

Right.

Why are we stopping here?

Let's talk in the pub. It's quieter and I need a pint.

I don't drink. Against your religion is it, Chief?

I was an alcoholic. I haven't had a drink in nine years.

See? You don't know everything about me.

You can buy me a Coke.

Sean's alibi checked out.

Five people are willing to testify he was with them till three in the morning

and was too pissed to walk home, let alone drive 90 miles to Drumbay.

That leaves Doyle and Joe still in the frame.

But Joe is about to be released from custody.

Thanks. You're welcome.

Does anyone here like you?

I didn't come here to be liked. Oh, why did you come here?

We're talking about Sinead. And I'm talking about you.

It might help to share. You ever "shared" about Patrick Gorman?

No.

There you are, then. We do have something in common after all.

We both don't talk about our past.

I didn't know about Gorman until I joined the force.

There were rumours about his involvement but, like I said, there was no evidence.

I still think about what happened that night but not all the time, just...

..things trigger the memory.

(GUNSHOTS)

Now he's back and he's reinvented himself as a furniture salesman.

Clearly, he's moved on.

Like I should.

Thanks for the drink.

Boyd...

If I tell you why I'm here, you have to swear not to talk about it again

to me or to anyone.

No more sharing.

Cross my heart, hope to die.

Somebody I helped put away is out on parole.

This person wants to kill me and has the means to do it.

So, for my safety,

and the safety of certain people close to me,

I was sent here a few months ago.

None of them know where I am.

I cut all ties.

So, until this person can be safely put back in their box,

I'm stuck here.

That's why I don't exist.

A-hem!

How are yer?

One muddy gift deserves another.

I hate carrots. That's cos you haven't tasted real ones.

Are you spying on me? Yes!

You're welcome.

ROSIE: You should put that in your sermon!

You know what Tom's like! (LAUGHS)

Ah, there's the man himself! Adam, sorry I missed the meeting.

I'm afraid there's no cake left. It was too good.

As ever.

ROSIE: You could have phoned.

I didn't have a minute.

We said a prayer for the wee lass who lost her life.

That's good. Alan, look, I promise I'll be at the next Bible meeting.

Don't make promises you can't keep.

(♪ PIANO PLAYING CLASSICAL MELODY)

Daddy! (GUNSHOT)

(STOPS PLAYING)

I'm glad she's a lesbian, or I'd be worried.

I was thinking, maybe it's time we got a new sofa.

That one's had it's day, don't you think?

Can we afford it?

Yeah. I know a store.

Leave it with me.

(CONTINUES PLAYING)

MAN: Where there's hatred, let me sow love.

Where there's injury, pardon.

Where there is doubt, faith.

Where there's despair,

hope.

Where there's darkness, light.

And where there's sadness, joy.

Now, please, bow your heads and pray in silence.

REGAN: Look at him. He's got a nerve. Ssh!

Don't shush me. I don't do prayer.

No, Regan, listen.

I don't hear anything. That's the correct answer.

Boyd?

On the night of the murder, Joe said the lough was still and silent,

"like a mirror" he said.

But Niamh said she heard waves lapping on the shore.

So?

So, maybe what Niamh heard wasn't waves lapping on the shore, but against a hull.

You mean a boat? That's how the killer got here.

All this time we've been looking the wrong way.

But they would've heard an engine. Not if it was a canoe.

Hey. Detectives.

Do you keep a record of all your rentals?

Yes, why? We need to see your bookings.

Sure. This way.

We rented out six canoes to a stag party from Dundalk.

They picked them up on Saturday morning

and returned them on Sunday afternoon, I can print out those details for you.

Did you book them out? No, Ian did.

Is he here? No, he's on the beach with a group.

If it's urgent I could radio him. It's urgent.

Base to Ian. Come in. Over.

It might take a minute, he's on his own cos my back's not up to it.

Ian, are you there? Come in. Over.

Are you injured? Aches and pains.

I'm getting too old for this game. Are you on any medication?

Fentanyl. I have to take it now and again, but it knocks me clean out. Why?

What's up? Over.

Tell him it's nothing. Tell him you made a mistake.

Roisin? Everything OK? Over.

Do it.

DO IT.

Ian, the police are here. What have you done?

You're under arrest on suspicion of murder.

You're not obliged to say anything unless you wish to do so,

but whatever you say will be taken down in writing and may be given in evidence.

Cuff her! Don't move.

Stay there.

I swear I didn't know, just please, don't hurt him.

Just try and remain calm, OK?

REGAN: Stop right there!

You, go! Go!

Stop running, Mr Walsh.

Shite! BOYD: Regan?

Go ahead.

Someone named Magda Kominski did a canoe experience on May 26th.

The same date the bouncer said. She used her Polish passport as ID.

He must've drugged her, too, but she got away. He's our man.

He's in the water. He must be trying to cross the border.

In this current? No, he'll never make it.

I'm going in after him! You're what?

Regan!

Regan!

Don't move.

Regan!

Ian!

Ian!

Ian!

Ian! I didn't mean to kill her.

Come back. Let's talk. It's too late.

You'll never make it across to the other side.

I know. Ian!

Ian! (SPLUTTERING)

Ian, please help.

Help, Ian!

Ian, help me!

Regan!

I've got you.

Hold tight.

Tell me what happened, for the sake of her family.

Sinead wanted to do the night-time canoe trip.

The others didn't, so she said she'd do it anyway. She didn't tell them.

But by the time I met her at the beach, she'd changed her mind.

REGAN: But you didn't change yours.

You drugged her with your wife's fentanyl.

Fucking bitch!

(GROANS)

NIAMH: Sinead!

Sinead!

Please!

I'm sorry!

(SOBBING) I'm sorry.

Sinead!

Come on!

Sinead!

Sinead!

I'm sorry.

Talk to me, please!

Tell her family I'm sorry. You tell them.

What are you doing?

She led me on.

No! Let me go!

Ian Walsh, I'm arresting you for the murder of Sinead Connolly.

You are not obliged to say anything unless you wish to do so,

but whatever you say will be taken down in writing and may be given in evidence.

Let me go!

Let me go!

The coastguard will pick you up, though if it was up to me, I'd leave you.

By the way, thanks for saving me! Fuckwit!

You fucking bitch!

Come back, you bitch!

Come back, you fucking bitch!

Regan!

REGAN: I'm bloody freezing.

I thought you were drowning.

You OK, boss? I arrested him. Call the coastguard.

School swimming team.

You're crazy, you do know that?

What do you want me to do?

See yourself out, Chief.

I didn't know they still smuggled fuel across the border.

Assuming that's what it is.

They've called the bomb squad, who are on their way.

DCI Boyd? Yes, boss. He asked for you.

There's the body, to your left.

He's been shot. Oh, so now you're interested?

(BANG) Did you hear that?

Careful, it could still be a trap.

We're a legitimate family business, north and south of the border.

Promise me, Da, you didn't know what Fred was up to.

BOYD: Maybe he was working for a rival gang.

Muscling in on their turf. They killed him to send a message?

Help!

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