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Nick.

What's the craic?

Jeez, lads. Almost out of nappies,

still messing around on the boards.

You're the ex-champ. Come
on. Show us some moves.

Fuck that.

I told you, Fi. Nick can't do shit anymore.

Go on, Nick!

Nice guy, Anthony. Kate really likes him.

Good for Kate.

And I can see why. He had this dinner
planned out for the two of them,

but when I turned up,
he insisted I join them.

Would not take no for an answer.

Lucky you.

You told me he was a right twat,

but he's charming, intelligent, funny.

Kate really likes him.

I think you mentioned that already.

Look here, he let you off the hook

when he could have pressed
charges for kidnap and torture.

Yeah, no balls.

Maybe Kate likes them like that.

Maybe you should stop talking.

Jack, you need to sink your
chi down to your dan tien.

Speak human.

Take a deep breath.

Don't see neither one
of you boys in a wheelchair.

That count?

I'm Kelly. Head of Security.

Security? Out here in the boonies?
Against? Thieving crows.

The Indians aren't always outside the fort.

Indians? You the Marshal in town, so?

That's right.

And if you're carrying, I'd ask that
you leave your hardware at the door.

I never carry a weapon.

Really? I heard you had a sharp tongue.

Which is handy for cutting through bullshit
but hardly a cause for a strip search.

This way, gentlemen.

Nick was an intern here.
His loss was a big shock.

We are the sixth biggest games
software provider in the world.

And you chose to set up your HQ here

out in the middle of nowhere
because of the tax breaks.

Tax breaks, highly qualified workforce,

but mostly because Farrell's family
hails from the west of Ireland.

He wants to give back to the community.

A noble soul.

Hey!

Jack Taylor. Oh, a true Galway legend.
I feel honored.

You'll get over it.

I heard about that finger. Man,
that must have hurt like hell.

Ruined my whole day.

I understand there's been
a death in the company.

Yeah. Yeah, Nick Egan. Poor kid.

You want me to look into it?

If there's a connection, yeah?

A connection to what?

Listen, guys. Before we continue,

I need you to sign a little something.

A non-disclosure agreement. If you
mention anything outside this office,

we'll come after your ass.

Now, there's a thought.

Right! So, you know what
virtual reality is, yeah?

Good to have you back, Kate.

It's good to be back. Any progress?

Well, for a murder committed in broad
daylight in front of multiple witnesses...

You, You doing okay?

Wouldn't be here if I wasn't, would I?

Right. Sorry, yeah, of course.

Thanks for asking.

All right, so...

Here at FSD, we have been developing

state of the art virtual reality gear.

Now, at the same time, we have also
created the next generation VR game.

It's deeply integrated, full source.

What? A sword?

Press the button.

All right. I'll press the button.

Purgatory!

Fuck me.

Delightful. Where's the problem?

Kelly, can you send over the,
profiles please?

Sure.

Right, so...

You got Alan, you got Debbie.

In the center, you got Debbie's
younger sister, Skyler.

They created and designed
the prototype for the game.

Six days ago, it was copied.

You must have copy safeguards?

Yeah, the best.

Which is why only the best can possibly
be responsible for making the copy.

You think one of them did it?

No one else had the access or the ability.

And Nick, how did he fit in?

Nick Egan was an intern. His job
was to assist the three of them.

His murder must be connected.

That's for you to find out.

Now, our intel tells us the competition
doesn't have the prototype.

Yet, it's still out there.

Most likely smuggled out of
the building on one of these.

None of the three
suspects know that I know.

These kids, filthy rich computer prodigies.

As far as I'm concerned, they're aliens.

I couldn't get within spitting distance

without all sorts of alarms going off.

No, but I could.

So you understand programming, right?

Yeah. I know a fair bit.

The three musketeers aren't stupid.

If you screw something up,
they'll be all over you.

Better give him some pointers, though.

We got one on the inside,
one on the outside.

Yeah, we'll try it.

Follow me.

If our shareholders get one whiff
of the prototype being stolen,

it is going to wipe us out.

Wipe me out.

Have their homes been searched?

Of course, twice. And Nick's,
with detectives. Nada.

Why me?

I want this handled discreetly.

And I want somebody who gets results.

Somebody with people skills.

And besides, I can relate to you, brother.

You've got that... That...

"Boom" thing, you know?

Not really.

You and me.

Two of a kind.

Yeah, separated at birth.

Hi, I'm Darragh, the new intern.

Uh, I've been told to assist you guys.

I'm pretty good at greebling.

If, um, you need any of that doing.

Skyler.

I'm Darragh, the new intern.

Lovely to meet you, Darragh.

A skinny double latte?

Oh, shit! Sorry. First day nerves.

Don't worry about it.

Oh, um, Darragh, um...

I'm organizing a bit of
a get together tonight

in memory of Nick, the guy who...

Oh, I know. Yeah, I'll be there.

Great.

"I fled him down the
nights and down the days.

"I fled him down the arches of the years.

"I fled him down the la...

"Labyrinthine ways of my own mind

"and in the midst of tears."

You read this crap?

You broke into my
apartment to discuss poetry?

I hear you went to see Galway's
very own software millionaire.

Shouldn't you be in prison?

Yeah, the case is due a judgment in a week.

Kidnap and torture carries
a three-year mandatory.

It's a long time when
you break it up into hours.

Fuck it, Jack! If I go in, it's the end.

I need you to get Anthony Hemple
to drop the charges against me.

Do I look like a miracle worker?

Well, he did it for you!

His idea, not mine.

I can't go in.

I need cash, fast,
and then to piss the hell off.

So you want in on the Farrell gig with me.

I have what you don't have.

Technical know-how.

You're a piece of work,
Mason, I'll give you that.

You're also a prize asshole.

Now, get the fuck out.

You needed me before.

You'll need me again.

Thanks. You shouldn't have.

How was your first day back?

It was grand.

And, would you fancy
going out for a bite to eat?

Thanks, but I'm not really
looking for company tonight.

Yeah, you never really are these days.

Is that supposed to mean something?

No. Not at all.

Fuck!

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck!

Fuck!

All right, Kate.

You're not going to like
this but I think it's time

you faced up to some hard facts.

What facts?

You're a... You're a useless cook.

Come on. I'm going to take you out.

No, I'm not in the mood.

Come on, now,
High Noon. Get your glad rags on.

That was for Nick.

Of all the gin joints...

Another shot.

I want a Coke on the tab please.

You've got that look.

Sorry?

Your face.

You've got that look, like

your heart's been trampled 10
times over and then set on fire.

You speaking from experience?

Every time I look in the mirror.

Bet my sob story beats yours.

Probably.

I'm Jack.

Skyler.

So, what do you do, Jack?

I don't, mostly.

- Nice.
- Nah, the pay's lousy.

Ah, money messes everything up.

I'll have to take your word for that.

Can I buy you a drink, Jack?

Sure. As long as it's uisce beatha.

I've got you pegged, Jack.

- Do you now?
- That coat,

the scruffy look, the snarky
comebacks, that's your armor.

Why would I need armor?

To make sure nothing gets at you.

In that case, it's not working.

Is that a compliment or something?

Or something.

Jack?

Hey. Kate.

Been a while. Hear you're back on the job.
That's great.

Didn't think this was your kind of place.

Is it yours?

Tastes change.

Not always for the better.

Speak for yourself.

Jack, I'm bored. Let's go.

Come on, let's go!

Did I overplay that?

You were pitch perfect.

- That was her, wasn't it?
- Her who?

The reason for your sourpuss earlier.

You don't miss much, do you?

What's her name?

- Kate.
- Oh, you like saying it.

Why do you keep following me?

You did a bad thing, Alan.

How do you know my name?

All you got to do, Alan, is return
what you took with interest.

You've got the wrong guy.
He hasn't done anything.

There you are! Everybody's waiting for you.

Fuck off, wankshaft!

You spill, you pay.

Come on, lads, pints are getting flat.

Drinks?

Tea's ready.

Something tells me you could
afford fancier digs than this.

Sure.

But, um, it keeps my feet on the ground.

You know, it's easy to get
confused if you have money.

That the reason for your sourpuss?

Nah, it's nothing. Just life.

All right.

Have you ever been...

Between a rock and a hard place
doesn't even begin to describe it.

Oh, it's where I live.

Everything starts out so simple, you know?
Black and white.

And then, step by step,
without you noticing it,

it becomes more complicated until
you're involved in something that...

I just want to do the right thing.

But if I do, I end up hurting those I love.

And yet, do I even still love them
anymore after what they've done?

Jesus.

Listen to me. Please ignore
that rambling nonsense.

Well, if you want to know
something is morally right,

listen to your stomach.

Stomach?

It sits like broken glass, then it's wrong.

Does that work for you?

It worked for Hemingway.

Knowing what's right won't
make it any easier to do.

It'll make it harder.

Wow! Nice place.

Thanks for the rescue, Jackie Chan.

Some fancy moves you've got there.

Who were those lads?

Fuck if I know.

They've been following me for the
last couple of days. Freaky.

- Tell The Guards?
- No, but I will now.

So, what's your background, Darragh?

I did a stint as a programmer
for an outfit in London,

but this is the biggest gig I've had.

It is an honor to be working

with such unique talents
as yourselves and Skyler.

Skyler's unique all right.
A unique pain in the hole.

- Alan!
- What?

We wouldn't be in this mess if it
wasn't for her. You know that!

Shut up.

Nice to have met you, Skyler.

Hey...

Whatever happened
between you and your girl,

you've got something
there so don't let it go.

Thanks for the tea.

What? Fucking...

Ah, shit.

Would it have killed you to
knock on the bloody window!

I'm warning you, Mason.

I'm facing prison and broke.
What the fuck can you do to me?

Things can always get worse.

Fuck.

I don't get it. Why?

I'm a finder, not a snitch.

I guess you haven't heard, Jack.

Heard what?

People don't usually say no to me.

Welcome to the real world.

What have you found out?

Nothing.

You spent the evening with Skyler.

Your detective's nose
must've detected something.

No.

Come on.

Skyler's a sweet girl.

She's charming, innocent.

You like her, don't you?

If that's all.

You think it's Skyler.

That's the reason you're
not taking this on, right?

Put some shoes on, for fuck's sake.

Go raibh maith agat.

- Slan.
- Slan.

You're about to ruin my day, aren't you?

How long had you been seeing her?

I wasn't seeing her.

Were you sleeping with her?

Wouldn't you like to know?

We can do this down at the station.

Grand so. Arrest me.

Darragh filled me in
on your job for Farrell.

Cheers, Judas.

Tell me what you found out
on your night with Skyler

and I'll fill you in on
the details of her death.

Cause of death?

Head trauma. Rock or brick, possibly.

We're dredging the canal.

- Her phone?
- Hasn't been located.

You liked her.

I did, but not in the way you think.

She was getting over someone
who meant a lot to her.

From the way she spoke, Skyler
may have copied the game

and Farrell may have killed her for it.

A man like Farrell is never going to
have anything connecting him to a crime.

Nobody is untouchable.

How did you get on with Alan and Debbie?

Alan has some hired muscle after him.

It sounded like they were looking
for money he had stolen.

Go back to them. Find out who
it was that Skyler was seeing.

What about the Nick Egan case?

Shot from a distance. Car, most likely.

Any connection to Skyler's
death or the stolen game?

Not so far.

There's one other thing.

Six years ago, somebody currently
working for FS Development

was implicated in a murder.

Who?

Didn't expect to see your face
around here any time soon.

I'm sure you've heard the news.

Yes. Poor Skyler. A tragedy.

For Head of Security, you don't
offer your employees much of it.

I like you, Taylor. You wear
your heart on your sleeve.

Makes for an easy target.

Clayton Frederick Johnson. Ring any bells?

Sure.

Heavenly bells.

Six years ago, the body of
your husband, Clayton Johnson,

was found in a motel room in Galveston,
Texas.

A bullet lodged in his chest.

The PD brought charges against you.

They were dropped.

They were. Because one Tom
Farrell gave you an alibi.

Claimed you were with him, making love.

And how is this relevant to anything?

I don't know yet. I'm looking into it.

And what are you seeing?

I'm seeing someone who didn't take care
putting on their makeup this morning.

Someone who hasn't slept much lately.

Chronic insomnia.

Or guilty conscience.

You're going to need a much bigger
looking glass to find that.

This isn't a fucking joke.

A young woman has been brutally murdered.

I'm not stopping until
I find out who did it.

Good luck with that.

I'm impressed, Jack.

You throw my money back in my
face and now you harass my wife.

You make enemies fast.

I haven't even started yet.

I'm not sure I appreciate that tone.

Then have me thrown out.

I think I can handle you.

Oh, I'm sure you could.

Oh, Jesus Christ, I like you, Jack.
I really fucking do.

Oh, I know what we're going to do.

Ha-ha! So how are you doing back there?

Sitting pretty!

Whoo-hoo!

Where are we going?

You're gonna love it.

You keep the change, darling.

This is life.

Real life.

It's real all right. Not much of a life.

Now, Jack, buddy, listen up.

I just care about recovering
this copy of the game.

Why the hell would I want
to involve myself in murder?

So tell me about Kelly's first husband.

A few years ago, the company was booming.

I had more money than I ever had

but I felt this hole inside of me.

On an impulse, I bought this old Harley.

Did a runner, told nobody.

I just rode off into the wild blue yonder.

Easy rider?

Except it wasn't doing it for me.
I just kept sinking deeper.

Got into scrapes, drank too much.

I'm in Galveston, Texas, and I'm in
this bar, and I notice this girl.

And she's different. She's...

She's hot but her eyes,
they are doing all the work.

She is just scanning the place.

And she settles on me.

It was like she decided
to choose me. I kid you not.

Taylor, it was unnerving.

A couple of hours later, we're in bed
banging each other's brains out,

and boom, the door busts open.

And there he is. Clayton Frederick,
the hubby she's running away from.

And he's fucking ripping...
He's aching for blood.

And Kelly...

She puts her hand in the drawer.

She pulls out a .38.

Boom! One bullet. He goes down.
Gone. Just like that.

And I'm like, "What the... What?"

And she turns to me and she says,

"Honey, you got a choice here.

"Are you with me, or against me?"

So, what did you do?

I married her, of course.

It's me. It's Darragh.

I'm so sorry.

They want me to come in.

Who does?

The Guards.

They want me to...

Identify her.

I can't do that. I can't.

You need someone with you.

Where's Alan?

Don't mention that fucker's name!

Mr. Egan, I'm Detective Noonan.

I'm sorry to hear about Nick.

I was wondering if I could have a word.

You paint these yourself?

Aine, my wife, it was her hobby.

Can't say I thought much
of it when she was alive.

Now, she'd laugh thinking of me
taking up where she left off.

Keeps me busy.

Has there been progress?
Have you made an arrest?

We're following several lines of inquiry.

Meaning that you don't have a clue.

Meaning we're doing all we can.

So did I.

I did my best taking care of Nick.

Wasn't very good though, was I?

Mr. Egan, did Nick ever talk to you
about a co-worker named Skyler Garvey?

Oh, Nick never talked about his work.

Even if he did, I wouldn't have
understood any of that computer malarkey.

Did you notice anything out of the ordinary

in Nick's behavior in
the last couple of weeks?

No.

Mind you, well,

there was one night, erm,
a few days before he died.

He came home late from work.

He said he'd made it.

He said we'd be rich.

Do you know what he meant by that?

No, I mean, me and Nick,
we were close but, er...

Ah, we didn't talk much.

Would he have spoken
to his friends about it?

Don't know. Maybe.

Do you know where I'd be able to find them?

What do you mean?

I mean, did Nick ever say
anything about striking it rich?

- No.
- No.

Did he like working at FS?

I don't know.

He loved it.

Hell, for gamers like us, a gig
at FS is like the holy grail.

How did he land the holy grail?

He met a girl in the pub one night, Skyler.
She was nice. I liked her.

She helped him get a foot in the
door, he thought he had it made.

He didn't realize what bastards they were.

Come on, we got to get going.

What do you mean "bastards"?

Nick was always trying to impress.
So he'd talk to

anyone that who would listen about all
his great ideas for his games' designs.

Bad move.

Why?

They stole his designs. Pricks!

- Shut up!
- Who did? Skyler?

Come on.

Oh, she's wild. She's dangerous,
unpredictable.

Kelly... I... She...

I never knew what was going to
happen when she was around.

She...

Made me feel alive.

Like nothing else. Still does.

So, to make your mundane millionaire
life a bit more exciting,

you married a murderer and made
her your head of security.

Oh,
you made that sound like it's a bad thing.

She takes care of loose ends for you.

Sure. Anybody gets in my fucking way...

Skyler was a threat to the
future of everything you built.

Handy to have Kelly
around for the dirty work.

Jack.

Jack, I like you, I do.

You leave my wife out of this.

Or else what?

You do not wanna know.

Hey, buddy!

What happened between you and Alan?

A few days ago, I noticed telltale signs

that the game prototype had been copied.

It's not supposed to be possible.

Only myself,
Skyler and Alan have the know-how.

Skyler...

She said she had
nothing to do with it but...

I know her better than anyone.

And Alan, he wanted it for himself.

Sell it for millions.

No, are you crazy?

Alan wanted Skyler to go
to Farrell with the copy,

admit everything.

He was scared shitless
of Farrell finding out

that he'd tarnish us
all with the same brush.

And sack you all.

He could make sure none of us ever
worked in the games industry again.

But Skyler refused to give it back.

Last night, Alan went to see her.

He was drunk.

Furious. Promised to tear her
place apart to get the copy.

I thought it was just hot air.

But then he never came back.

You prick!

Murderer! I'll kill you!

Easy! Easy now, Debbie! Easy!

Nick's a game's whiz. Befriends Skyler.

She's nice. Helps him get an internship.

Nick's trying to impress. He pitches
his ideas all over the place.

Thinks they'll make him rich.

But somebody steals them. How? And who?

Skyler? Was Nick her lover?

But then he finds out that
she's stolen all his ideas.

He freaks. He wants to blow the
whistle on her. She has to kill him?

Skyler was not a murderer.

What about Nick's mates? He'd made
it big by getting a job at FS.

Left his fellow gamer geeks in the dust.
Detect any jealousy there?

Jealousy, no. Loyalty, yes.

- Feels good.
- What does?

You, talking to me,
instead of breaking balls.

Oh, by the way, I still have these.

Oh, well...

Keep them.

Knock, knock.

You must be Mrs. Farrell.

- I'm Detect...
- Detective Noonan.

Am I interrupting something?

No. Not anymore, you're not.

I don't believe you.

Debbie, I swear.

Skyler wasn't there and
when I came back here,

those feckers from the pub
were staking out the place.

You always hated her because she
was twice as talented as you.

That doesn't mean that I killed her!

Darragh!

Wait.

Fuck!

I can see why Skyler liked you.

How do you know she liked me?

You spent the evening with her.

All we did was talk.

About what?

What are you fishing for, Kelly?

See anything you like?

Oh, I wouldn't dare.

You don't strike me as the shy,
retiring type.

Your husband told me how you met. Dramatic.

He likes to make me into some kind
of white-trash, femme-fatale bitch.

You tell it differently.

No. It just wasn't that big of a deal.

Killing someone?

Getting away with it.

There were no consequences?

There's always consequences.

Just not always the ones you'd expect.

Beats doing time, though.

Who says I'm not doing time?

Is it comfortable?

Tailor-made.

Scared of Farrell?

Terrified.

It's her, isn't it?

Detective Noonan.

Me and Farrell are very different.

But we've got one thing in common.

We don't take no for an answer.

- Yeah?
- Here's the deal.

You cut me in on the Farrell
gig, we split it 50/50,

and you get Anthony Hemple to
drop the charges against me.

- Why don't you go...
- If you want to see

your partner alive again, you'll agree.

What the hell have you done, Mason?

Before you go Charles Bronson on me,

I had nothing to do with this. I
was just tailing your partner.

Where is he?

Remember, Jack, we have a deal now.

Where?

No. No, please. I haven't done anything.
Please let me down.

Please. No. Please, let me down.
I haven't done anything. Please!

Please, let us down!

Alan, you stole from someone
who doesn't fuck around!

Stole what? I didn't steal anything.

Unless you pay back with 100%
interest by tomorrow morning,

you're going down.

You're making a mistake.

No,
you made the mistake by getting involved.

All right now, Noonan?

Oh, fuck no, but thanks for asking!

This is a private party, so, piss off!

Whatever is going on here,
everyone just stay calm.

Sure, I am calm. Xavier, are you calm?

- Who the hell are you?
- I'm Kelly. What's your name, cowboy?

Cowboy? I like that.

Bring them down slowly, and we'll talk.

Sure. I'll bring them down.

- No!
- Oh, God!

It's okay, I've got you!

Please, please, we're going to fall.
Please let us down! Please!

You've got a problem, cowboy.

Oh, really, Yank? And what's that?

Please, no, no!

Well, you can shoot Jack here, for sure,

if you're lucky, you might even
squeeze out a couple of rounds on me

but Clint over there?

Put the gun down. Now!

Hang in there, Darragh! You're all right.
Just hold on.

Hold on.

You've got me! You've got me!

Get me down, please. Help me!

Please help me.

You all right?

Got you!

All right, lad?

Leap and the net will appear.

What the hell does that mean?

It means he's full of shite.

Which means he's all right!

What exactly is going on here?
Who do you work for?

- Permesso?
- No, no. No Mason. Not again.

Well, what else are we gonna do?

Have you forgotten the nightmare we had
last time getting rid of the corpse?

Yeah, but we did, didn't we?
And the other one talked.

Talked? His tongue was half gone.

I got carried away.

All right, so, do one of them.

No, no, no, no! Stop!

We work for Peg Ramsey.

Peg Ramsey. The loan shark?

Yeah. Dipstick there stole money from her.

Hacked it from her account
into his. A 100 grand!

No, I didn't.

If I had, do you think I'd be so
stupid as to not cover it up?

Someone is setting me up!

And who is setting you up, Alan?

I don't know, Mrs. Farrell, but none
of this has anything to do with me.

Come on. Let's check on Debbie.

There's three days left.

You get me off with Anthony
Hemple. You hear me?

Yeah, yeah.

Mrs. Farrell, my name is Mason.

James Mason.

Lucky you.

I hear you have some trouble
down at FS Development.

Maybe I can be of assistance.

Private detectives?

Well, he is. I'm just the help.

I didn't kill Skyler. I just didn't
want Farrell to sack us all.

Your job means a lot to you?

High pressure,
though. Staying ahead of the game.

Always having to come up
with new ideas, new designs.

That's just how it is.

Nick Egan's mates claim that someone
at FS stole his games designs.

Passed them off as their own.

I thought he understood.

We all contribute to a
common pool of ideas.

That's not how Nick saw it.

When he saw that I had
incorporated some of his designs

into the game prototype,

he was upset.

He called me a thief.
He said he'd expose me.

So you took him out.

No!

Why would I? There was no way he could
prove that I had stolen anything.

In any case, Nick...

Something happened. Just before
he died, something good.

He was gloating,

saying that thanks to Skyler
he was gonna make it big.

That soon I'd be working for him.

Could Nick have helped
Skyler copy the game?

He was good. It's possible.

Stay with them.

Forensics have established that a
burned out vehicle found in Ballybrit

matches descriptions given of a car
seen at the time of Nick Egan's murder.

Now, Will, I want you to re-interview
everyone who saw the car.

And Cian, you go through
all the CCTV from Ballybrit.

Psst!

She's out of your league, lad.

Who let you in?

Me and the desk sergeant are related.

This is a restricted area, sir.

So, please, leave immediately
or you will be arrested.

He's funny. I like him.

What do you want?

Nick Egan's mates. The gamer geeks.

- Yeah, what about them?
- You said they were loyal to Nick.

That's the impression I got.

So,
they'd be mad at whoever stole his ideas

and stone mad at whoever killed him.

Yeah. Where are you going with this?

I'll explain on the way.

Detective Noonan. Can we have a word?

Never seen a gamer's den before?

So, Nick was one of you?

Founding member. Along with myself.

A member of what? A computer club?

Fuck off! A club? We're a brotherhood.

- Hey!
- Sisterhood. Whatever.

When one of the brotherhood is murdered,
you take justice your own way.

- Don't know what you mean.
- Alan Ward.

He stole Nick's games designs

and incorporated them into the prototype

for a new VR game that FS are developing.

What if he did?

It'd make him a prime
suspect in Nick's murder.

Why are you telling me this?

Because you think Alan killed Nick.

So you hacked Peg Ramsey's bank account,

transferred funds for
her into Alan's account.

Peg Ramsey takes care of your revenge.

Genius plan.

Except Alan didn't do it.

He's guilty. He stole from Nick. Hey,
leave it!

Could Nick have hacked the FS main
drive and copied the new VR game?

Sure, but why would he take the risk?

If the prototype was based around his
stolen ideas, maybe he felt justified.

Where might Nick hide the memory stick?

Once he got the stick out of FS,

he would have hidden the content
elsewhere and destroyed the stick.

Online is the best hiding place.
The darknet most likely.

Darknet?

The darknet is overlay networks
which use the clearnet

but require specific software,
configurations, and authorization to access.

Right.

If Nick did hide the
prototype in the darknet,

could you find it?

I doubt it. Nick was good.
He'd have covered his trail.

But you'll try.

Why? I don't give a shit about FS.

Because if you don't play ball,

Detective Noonan here
will make sure you go down

for hacking Peg Ramsey's bank account.

If Nick used his own laptop,
I might be able to trace it.

I'm sorry to disturb you, Mr. Egan.
My name is Jack Taylor.

Well, well, Jack Taylor.

Have we met?

No. But it's about time we did.

Please, come in.

The Guards only returned
it a couple of days ago.

What do you want it for?

To, um... Well, to test a theory.

What theory?

It's vague. I'm hoping the
laptop will yield the answer.

Right, so, why haven't The
Guards found those same answers?

Maybe they're not
asking the right questions.

You...

You were an only child as well,
like Nick, weren't you, Taylor?

I was.

And, um...

From what I hear, yourself and your
father were also pretty close.

My father? Who told you that?

Oh, I knew him. I knew Harry Taylor.

See, him and Dad,

they both worked for the railroad.

The railroad. Yeah.

Then, when Dad got sick, he lost his job.

Lost his income.

Harry, he came visiting every day.

He always brought this wooden box with him.

He talked GAA and Fianna Fail with Dad.

Then he'd leave without the box.

Inside it, we'd find potatoes,

ham, eggs.

And sometimes,
maybe even the odd jawbreaker!

Harry, he never mentioned a word about it.

Dad never mentioned a word.

But I knew

that Harry Taylor

was the rarest thing of all.

A decent human being.

I...

I never knew.

Just be sure to bring it back.

I'll get around to it later.

Get around to it now, there's a good lad.

One thing bothers me.

If Nick did steal the prototype and
stash it online, why kill him?

Surely it's in everybody's interest,

Farrell and his competitors,
to keep Nick alive

in order to get their hands on it.

- Maybe he was killed for a different reason.
- What reason?

Like I fucking would.

What?

Nothing.

So, you and Kelly, what's the story?

There's no story, Kate.

She's a very attractive lady.

Anthony's an attractive fella.

Yeah. It's all good.

Is it?

Truth is,
I can't really see beyond you, Kate.

Bi curamach, Jack.

Agus tusa freisin, Kate.

Skyler was always so alone.

Even when we were kids, I was
the one that had friends.

Never had boyfriends?

Boys weren't her thing.

- She was gay?
- Out and proud!

Did she have a girlfriend in Galway?

She refused to tell me anything about her.

Ever since we were little, we
always told each other everything.

Maybe the other girl
was uncomfortable with it.

Skyler got her a present.

We went shopping for it
together, just the two of us.

You should have seen us, we were like
teenagers again going from shop to shop.

I could see that she
really loved this girl.

Skyler was hoping she'd wear it

as a sign she acknowledged
their relationship.

What was it?

Okay, Skyler was gay. How
does that change anything?

She gave that person a present,
a Claddagh ring.

Same as every other saddo blow-in

who thinks it will make them
some sort of honorary Galwegian.

I rest my case.

Where are you off to?

To a most exquisite form of torture.

Nice place you picked.

It'll do.

This is on me, no arguments.

You sure about that? The cod in
here is the price of a used car.

Anthony...

I never thanked you properly for not
pressing charges. You had every right.

Yeah. Look,

I mean, I thought about it long and hard

but I believe you're a decent man
caught up in an indecent situation.

We were all caught up in the
situation, trying to do what was best.

Including Mason.

You're defending him?

No, I'm just saying he...

Well,
he's a man at the end of his tether and...

Sorry I'm late.

Hope you don't mind. I took
the liberty of inviting Kate.

Of course not.

Excuse me. I have to take this.

What's this about, Jack?

What's what about, Kate?

Stop acting the maggot.

You ask Anthony out for a meal,
you're talking up Mason. Why?

Mason wouldn't tell me

where Ramsey's goons had taken Darragh

unless I tried to get him
off the hook with Anthony.

So, Jack's being a good lad
and keeping his promises,

even to the scum of the earth.

Get off my case, Kate.

I made a mistake by getting involved
with Mason. Anthony paid for it. End of.

- No it's not.
- Why the hell not?

Because, Jack, you... You have it
in you to change and you refuse to.

Change into what?

More like him, sound, reliable?

That's never going to happen,
Kate. You know it.

I'll be right back with the wine list.

- Shite and onions.
- What?

Something you said?

Is your husband around?

Well, that's not very flattering.

Is he?

He went out for a jog.

I couldn't help noticing yesterday.

You wear a Claddagh ring around your neck.

It's corny, but I like it.

The fact that you risk
wearing it says a lot.

Risk?

Skyler got her secret lover a ring.

What does that prove? Every
other person in Galway has one.

Also explains why you've
not been looking your best.

How does it feel to share a bed

with the man who might have
killed the person you love?

Because you did love her.

So, how did it start? Office romance?

Something like that.

Once when Farrell was away on business,
I asked her home for dinner.

I've had plenty of lovers but Skyler...

She was different. She...

She made me feel good about myself.

What happened? Why did you break up?

Skyler wanted to go public.

Wanted me to leave Farrell.

If you loved her, why didn't you?

See all of this?

I own nothing.

And Farrell, he owns me.

Before we got married, he made me
sign a pre-nup in case of divorce,

in case I cheated, in case he got bored.

I get nothing.

And as much as I cared about Skyler,

I wasn't ready to lose that.

So Skyler was becoming a threat.

- Is that why...
- Jack, I loved her.

First, I thought it was Farrell but...

He wouldn't risk it.

Not with the company at stake.

I don't know who did it

but if I ever find them...

I'm sorry for your loss.

- What's going on here?
- Just a friendly chat with your wife.

About what?

Ask her.

Hello, husband.

What did Taylor want?

What does every Irishman want?

To chat about the weather, of course.

He just wanted some more
information about security at FS.

No big deal.

You know I don't trust you.

Yeah, but you like that about me.

And you?

What do you like about me?

You have to ask?

And if the company goes down,

I'll lose everything. All of this.

Baby, fuck the money.

If you go down, I go down.

Yeah?

Taylor? You might want to swing by.

Have you found something?

It's something, all right.

Is it the game prototype?

I think you better come
by and see for yourself.

Bollocks.

Hey! You! I'll send your
photograph to The Guards.

Madam...

I am The Guards.

Well, you don't sound like one.

Did you know Skyler Garvey very well,
Mrs...

Henry. Of course, I knew her well.

Poor soul!

Lovely child, so she was.

Did she ever ask you
to keep anything for her?

She did not. Sure, why would she?

All right, then. Thank you for your time.

Rufus!

I see you adopted her cat.

Rufus is mine.

But that girleen, she loved cats.

She had this little fellow spoiled rotten.

Sure, she gave him this lovely
red heart for his birthday!

Farrell.

Mr. Farrell.

My name's Mason. I'm
an associate of Jack Taylor.

- Now is not a good time.
- Well, make it good.

Who the hell do you think you are?

Someone who's got
something that belongs to you.

Well?

I didn't find any sign of Nick having
stashed a prototype on the darknet.

So, what did you find?

Fuck me.

Well?

James Mason.

Formerly with the Met. Rumors of
excessive violence against suspects.

Suspended then fired.

Currently being sued for false
imprisonment and torture.

Our contacts say it's a
cert he'll be convicted.

We're looking at a
desperate man. He's bluffing.

We'll soon find out.

You're going to hand over
a million, just like that?

A drop in the ocean if
he really has found it.

Mrs. Farrell.

Hardware.

Get it out.

My pleasure.

One million.

As agreed.

Question is,

can I trust you?

Do you have a choice?

Thanks.

I could have you stripped and tortured
until you tell me what I want to know.

Then have you strangled. And
drop your body in the bay.

And I'd get away with it.

But I'm a businessman.

All I want is what's mine.

She hid it on the neighbor's cat.

Clever girl.

Here we go.

Halle-fucking-lujah!

Boo-yah!

Mason, you can piss off with your dough.

Never show your fucking
face around here again.

Put that down, Kelly.

Jesus Christ, Kelly.

Sorry. But you had that coming.

This is...

This is not what we had planned.

You're right, Mason. It's what I planned.

Oh, shit!

Are you going somewhere, Marshal?

Some other time, Taylor.

Oh, you'll want to hear this.
Before the Gardai do.

How about offering me a drink?

So, where is he?

Resting.

I was hoping to find you alone.

You see, I've been thinking about you,
Kelly. A lot, in fact.

I think I understand you a bit better now.

I think I understand what
it is that makes you tick.

You're trapped in a marriage
you can't get out of.

If Farrell catches you straying,
you'll be sent packing with nothing.

Tell me something I don't know.

You saw a chance at
something real with Skyler

so real that you had to escape Farrell,

but to do that, you needed money.

Skyler had money. She
was on a great salary.

Not enough to get out of Dodge
and disappear some place

Farrell would never reach you.

For that, you needed serious money.

But where to get that amount of cash?

You'd never be able to access
Farrell's bank account. Nah.

You needed to win the jackpot. And fast.

Now my guess is,

it's just a guess,

is you got Skyler to copy the prototype

with a notion of selling
it to the competition.

It would set you two up for life.

Now, that went against
all that Skyler believed in,

but you made sure that she understood,

if there was to be a
future for the two of you,

she'd have to do it. And she did.

But there were two glitches.

Glitch one, Nick Egan.

Probably working late, always
trying to make an impression.

He thought he'd hit the
jackpot when he took these.

You and Skyler caught in the act.

To insure himself against
you coming after him,

he told you the photos were hidden online,

where you'd never find them.

What he didn't realize was, by doing
so, he made himself a target.

And, yeah, you took him out.

Which brings us to glitch
two, Skyler's conscience.

When Nick was killed, she
realized why and who did it. You.

So, you know, she was caught
between the person she loved

and doing the right thing.

In the end, she did nothing.

Thanks for sharing, Jack.
But where's the evidence?

Believe me. I'll find it.

Jesus Christ!

Hey, hey, hey, Mason...

Stay with me.

Jack...

Why are you doing this?

Why do you think?

Were you and Mason... Did he find it?

Did he find the prototype?

What did Farrell pay for it?
Enough for you to disappear?

You like to think you're on
the side of the angels, Jack,

but you've got a much darker
heart than you care to admit.

Not dark enough.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

I saved your life, wanker.

And now I'm saving yours,
so feck right off.

I'm not happy about this, Jack.

This fellow's getting
more and more involved.

I like it. Suits me!

I hate to say it,
but the boy's got potential.

- Jack!
- Oh, no, I'm with you,

he should focus on his studies.

"Doctor Noonan" has got a nice ring to it.

Breaks your heart though.

What does?

These cases. Look at Skyler,
so kind to Nick. Gets him a job,

only for Nick to witness
her thing with Kelly,

and the cowgirl takes him out.

Skyler must have been wracked with guilt.

Organizing the book of
condolences, the get-together,

sending flowers to his father.

And then Skyler's
killed. Breaks your heart.

Flowers?

Excuse me?

You said Skyler sent
flowers to Nick's father?

Well,
according to Skyler's credit card details,

she sent flowers to Egan a
few days after the funeral.

What kind of flowers?

No idea.

- Can you find out?
- Why?

Oh, it's probably nothing, but...

Cian, hi. Skyler Garvey received flowers...

How's Mason doing?

Takes more than two
bullets to kill Lucifer.

Okay, thanks.

Twenty-one long-stemmed white roses.

Are you going to enlighten us?

Later.

I have to go visit someone and tell them

who murdered their only son,
and why it happened.

Uh, Anthony asked if you guys would like
to join us for dinner tomorrow evening.

Sure.

Jack?

I'll check my diary.

John?

Jack.

Can I have a word?

Sure, yeah. Why don't you come in?

Thank you for telling me.

And for not letting her get away.

Justice is done now.

They've both paid for
what they did to Nick.

Skyler had nothing to do with Nick's death.
It was all Kelly.

It sounds to me like

they were both in it together.

I don't think they were.

Thank you for coming.

Skyler was a decent person.

She felt very bad about
what happened to Nick.

Yes, and... And so she should have.

Did she never show up here in person?

No.

Yet she sent you flowers,
after Nick's funeral.

Yeah. So what?

White roses, that you binned. Why?

Who cares? Maybe I
didn't like the fucking smell!

There's something that you're bottling up.
What is it?

She did show up here, didn't she?

John! You can tell me.

Thank you for the
flowers. You didn't have to.

Uh, I did.

But I should've done more.

Ah, no.

Um...

I didn't know your son very well.

But he was always very friendly

and, helpful.

God... This all sounds so trite.

But I mean it. He really was a decent guy.

And he didn't deserve to die.

Things are confused.

But somebody told me,

if you want to know what's morally
right, listen to your stomach.

So I listened to my stomach.

I'm sorry. I can't do this.

This was a mistake, Mr... Mr. Egan.

Forget I came here. Forget about me.

No. Wait a minute. What do you know?

Does this have anything
to do with Nick's death?

It's nothing. I shouldn't have come.

Hey...

Hey...

Hang on a minute there!

What is it that you know?

Nothing I...

Tell me,
do you know who killed him? Do you?

Yeah, you know.

- Did you kill him?
- No!

But if it hadn't been for me,
then he wouldn't have...

Who did it?

Look, I...

Let me go!

Tell me!

Tell me now!

It was you, wasn't it?

No!

- No!
- You bitch!

Oh, my God...

I'm not a bad person.

I'm not!

I never meant...

It just happened.

You're a good man, Jack,

like your father.

You understand.

I don't deserve to go away for this.

Please.

Help me.

Detective Noonan?

John Egan has a story to tell you.

Yeah.

Bring your cuffs.

Hey.

Hi.

Darragh sends his apologies.

Tonight clashed with some
tai chi retreat bollocks.

And Anthony's come down with the flu.

Did Egan confess?

Didn't need much prompting.
He's scared senseless.

I sent her to her death.

Skyler.

I advised her to do
what she felt was right,

however hard it was.

You couldn't have known.

No. No, I couldn't have.

It still made me feel like the
rat in the belly of the beast.

Are you ready to order?

We'll take a rain check.

Can't believe I'm giving up a
three-course meal for a pint!

You know what they say about the pint.

There's eatin' and drinkin' in it.

I'll settle for a bag of crisps!

Cheap date?

I know what I like.

That sounds like a compliment.

Better check your hearing, so!

Ah, I've missed this!