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How are you?

You visiting, yeah?

Beautiful here, doesn't it?

God's own country.

Which means you must be an angel on holiday.

Seriously?

Tell me, what's your name, angel?

Find me a pint and I might tell you.

Yeah?

Hold it!

Got me a busy one.

Tell me about it.

So far I've had nuns, unicorns and vampires in the car.

Vampires?

You better keep the garlic handy.

So we know what to do, what to do.

So we know what to do, what to do.

Pray the devil is you.

Pray the devil is you.

Please be seated.

Uh-huh.

Understood.

What time's hang tight?

What are you doing?

I have to go.

Sunday.

Who's C?

No one.

Neither your number?

No.

Judging by what she's wearing, I'd say she was at a hen party last night.

No doubt so through the border there in Drum Bay.

You know what that place is like on weekends.

I don't.

Really?

Funny enough, Constable, I don't get invited to many hen parties.

No, sir.

It's mental.

Stags too.

It's big business for the town.

Any missing persons report?

Not according to God, is she a conna?

The guy had even been informed?

Yes, sir.

They're sending someone over.

In fact, that might be her.

I've done some walks of shame in my time, but this one's the muddiest.

Christ, look at my shoes.

Detective?

D.I.

Regan, guard it to your conna.

D.C.I.

Boyd.

This is Constable Shakir.

Pleased to meet you.

Now you're not.

Excuse me?

You don't want me here any more than I want to be here.

Last time I was north of the border, Ireland

won the Eurovision and you were still in Europe.

So let's just dispense with the niceties and get this over with ASAP, okay?

As you wish.

Detective Orman, RFMO.

She's been in the water about five or six hours.

Several significant head injuries suggest she

was hit by a blunt object in a frenzied attack.

There are grip marks on the wrist indicating she attempted to escape her attacker.

We reckon she entered the water near Drombe.

The current would have swept her in this direction,

crossing the border which runs down the middle of the lock.

Drombe, hen, capital of Ireland.

Presumably that's why I'm here.

Any ID?

No phone, bag, purse.

Nothing.

All the way out there somewhere.

Tell me, Detective Boyd, on weekends when you dress up as a French maid,

do you carry a handbag?

I don't do fancy dress.

You surprise me.

May I?

Ma?

When I went clubbing at her age, oh, happy

days, I carried my ID so I could buy alcohol.

Never took a bag.

Kept the card in my pants.

You wore pants?

You surprised me.

Touche.

Not pants, but close enough.

Janae Connolly from Sligo.

It's one of ours.

Okay, Sergeant, text me the address.

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

I'll go there now and talk to them.

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

You want to come to Drombe, on our side of the border?

If I may.

Whatever.

Try and keep up.

I'll do the talking, okay?

Down here, you're outside your jurisdiction.

How not?

Detective Regan Gardishia Connolly.

This is Detective Boyd from the Police Service of Northern Ireland.

Are you with Janae Connolly?

Yeah, but she's not awake yet.

None of them are.

Why, are they in trouble?

Come on.

So you spent the evening together in town, drinking,

and then came back in a taxi about what time?

Two.

Two thirty.

Then what?

Nica.

To our head.

And then we went to bed.

Exceptionate.

She went for a smoke.

Alone?

Yeah.

She's the only one who smokes.

Her husband Sean has been trying to get her to quit.

They're trying for a baby.

Or...

Does he know?

Yeah.

That's who we learned she was staying here.

He's on his way to formally identify the body.

They were real close.

When Janae went out for a smoke, was she still wearing heels?

Yeah.

And a jacket.

Do you have a photo?

Did any of you do any drugs?

No.

We just drank.

Just drank it.

Come here, mobile.

Okay, girls.

I need you to make formal statements.

So stay put till you hear from me.

I'll speak to Joe.

Joe.

Joe Dooley.

He's the owner.

He just lives in the farmhouse across the way.

Where's Sinead's bedroom?

Up the stairs.

It's the first door on the right.

Sorry for your loss.

Liars.

I told you not to speak.

Actually, what you said was, I'll do the talking.

I never agreed not to speak.

What are you doing?

I was trying to get a broader understanding of our victim.

Okay, stop.

Listen up.

You're in the Republic of Ireland now.

Down here, you're not a cop.

You're nobody.

Just another member of the public.

A very irritating member of the public.

I knew something.

At least Sinead was.

Don't make me arrest you.

Charlotte said Sinead and her husband were trying to start a family.

Clearly Sinead didn't get the memo.

Gimme.

We'll take it from here.

I'll be in touch about repatriating the body.

It has been a blast.

What do you mean, repatriating the body?

Sinead was an Irish citizen.

What happened to her happened on this side of the border.

It was purely by chance she ended up in the north.

I only agreed to let you tag along to be nice.

You can do nice, can you?

Look, the body washes up on our shore.

We have a duty to investigate.

Starting with a post-mortem.

Oh, no.

No way.

We're doing the PM.

How do you propose doing that without a body?

I've never understood why you lot only have DI and DCI.

I mean, we're the same rank, but I get to call myself a chief.

Where the hell is she?

Sunday.

Like me, she probably wasn't expecting to be in.

So, chief, are you at church?

Yes.

Why do you ask?

I just know what I'm dealing with.

Were you?

Born again in the 80s.

At least you're not a Catholic.

DI Regan, Chief Superintendent James Casey from the PSNI.

Detective.

And you must be DCI Boyd.

Yes, ma'am.

Good to see you, Philip.

How's the family?

Good.

Thank you, sir.

Forgive me, I was boogying the ninth hall when I got the call.

Would you appreciate it, James?

Right.

Let's go.

He's talking about golf.

Thanks.

The victim lived in Sligo and is an Irish citizen.

Her husband, John, is on his way to identify the body.

Which is in Galgorm Hospital, mortuary awaiting a PM.

Which, in my view... Yes, Regan.

We all know what your views are.

So, here's the deal.

Given the New World we live in, Belfast and Dublin want this investigation

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

Which, as we know, hasn't always been as good as it could be.

That's an understatement.

What do you mean by New World?

Post -Brexit.

We want to demonstrate that it will not impact

negatively on crime detection or clear -up rates.

However, given, shall we say, political sensitivities,

we want to keep this arrangement informal.

Oh, us.

You mean secret.

Need to know.

How will this even work?

Who's senior investigating officer?

You both are.

Both.

Both.

Here in the south, it will be you, Regan.

In the north, Detective Boyd.

Any other logistical details you can iron out between you.

OK, so I'll inform Sean that our investigation into his wife's death is a

showcase exercise to show what good neighbours we are.

See what I mean?

Regan, you will work closely with Detective Boyd on this case.

Or so help me, I will showcase.

You are straight back to Dublin.

Understand?

Your man can shove that idea up his ninth hole.

What did you do in Dublin that got you banished to the border?

I'm guessing disciplinary.

You annoyed someone you shouldn't have.

And they posted you here to get rid of you.

You annoyed me plenty when you just met.

Listen, Chief, if I thought there was any future in us working together,

I'd tell you, but there's not, so I won't.

I'll do the talking.

You're out of your jurisdiction.

Tell us about your name.

What was she like?

Kind.

Always trying to help others.

Yeah, a bit of a party animal.

Did she drink a lot?

No more than average.

What about drugs?

No.

Marriage OK?

Excuse me?

Any marriage problems?

Simple question.

No.

I... loved her and she loved me.

May I continue asking the questions in my jurisdiction?

Go ahead.

Thank you.

Where were you on Saturday night?

Sorry, I have to ask.

At a party with friends in Sligo.

We'll need their details.

Did you know your wife was on the pill?

What?

I'll take that as a no.

You shouldn't be smoking that in here.

You shouldn't be smoking on her.

Are you always so confrontational?

If you don't like it, Chief, you know what you can do.

This is the border.

We do things differently in this part of the world.

Oh, I know.

When I got here, I turned my watch back three centuries.

Listen, Regan, I don't like this any more than you do, okay?

But the sooner we cooperate, the sooner we can go our separate ways.

Okay?

Okay.

I finished my report, but there's just a few things.

There was no seawater in her lungs, so... She was dead before she entered the water.

The wounds in her head have fragments of stone, suggesting

the attacker used a rock as an impromptu weapon.

She was staying close to a stony beach.

Could be where she entered the water.

Sexual assault.

No evidence to suggest it.

We'll have a toxicology report tomorrow.

One other observation.

She wore a wedding ring.

See the tan line on her finger.

But it's missing.

Maybe it came off when she's in the water.

Oh, is it tight fit?

So, more likely someone pulled it off.

Do we really need to do that anymore?

Old habits.

Do you have to get down there?

Can't they send somebody else?

And the best person from our side to do it.

Besides, could open some doors for me.

Or a can of worms.

Be fine.

I was masturbating.

I can wait.

Shouldn't take long.

What do you want?

Intel.

Details of Sinead and her friends' movements on the night is in your inboxes.

Study it carefully.

Detective Garda Brady, I want you to lead the CCTV troll inside and out.

Bars, street cams, dash cams, anything.

There are a lot of people in Drum Bay that night.

Dags, hens, all kinds of creatures.

I want the girls' movements tracked from the time they arrived

in town to when they got in the taxi to return to the cottage.

Yes, ma'am.

While we wait for toxicology, we'll crack on with the

search of the beach around low tide, which is when...

Fifteen zero nine, boss.

OK, I want a team there from two hours before to two hours after.

Any questions?

Sergeant McGuire.

We all just want to know how it's going to work with your man over here.

Does he give orders?

Take orders?

Does he have power of arrest?

Use a firearm?

I mean, no offence, boss, but what the fuck's he even doing here?

Enough.

DCI Boyd and I will be working together on this case, though I will remain the SIO.

So as long as you all remember that, there won't be any problem.

He says one good thing about you being here.

What's that?

I hate you more than they hate me.

We'll take mine.

Some people in these parts don't take kindly to UK license plates.

Don't drive too fast, will you?

I'm not a great passenger.

OK.

Joe Dooley.

Yeah?

Detective Inspector Regan on Gardishia Corner.

This is Detective Boyd of the PSNI.

PSNI.

What are you doing here?

Funny you should ask that.

Body washed up in the north.

Of course.

I spoke to the girls yesterday.

I told them they could stay as long as they need.

I had a booking for next week, but they cancelled when they saw the news.

Where were you Saturday night?

Here, with me ma watching Teddy.

All night?

All night.

Is she here?

Walking the dog.

I can call her.

Did you see any vehicles round here on Saturday night you didn't recognise?

Car, motorcycle, bike, anything?

It's very quiet here.

The road is a dead end.

Did you hear the girls come back in a taxi?

Is he allowed to be asked me questions?

Why?

Got something tied?

I was asleep in bed.

You say it's quiet here yet you didn't hear a bunch of

drunk girls spill out of a taxi at 2.30 in the morning.

Do we need a solicitor?

I don't know.

Do you?

I went to bed at midnight and I woke up the next morning.

That's it.

I warned you.

Stay out of it, ma.

What is a good-looking lad like Joe doing at home on a Saturday night watching TV

with his ma when he lives near a town full of drunk hormone in charge of women?

Well, maybe he likes to keep his mother company.

Family ties are important in this part of the world.

Yeah, we all know how close family get around these parts.

Well, maybe he's gay.

Joe is not gay.

How do you know?

Do you know how many gay people are without a silly

question to ask a God -fearing Ulster Protestant?

I don't fear God.

Do you know why I'm gay?

Rest my case.

This is the way Sinead would have walked from the cottage.

A million possible murder weapons.

Shouldn't be hard to find.

So, Mr Doyle, he picked up the girls in Drum

Bay and brought them back to the cottage.

Talk us through what happened.

They walked over to me from the castle bar out of the bay.

2am.

As they walked, stumbled more like.

Except for the cute wee skinny girl.

She seemed more sober.

Full of crack she was.

Do you remember this girl?

Aye.

She sat up from me, but never said a word.

More interested in her phone.

Did you pass anyone on the way back to the cottage?

In a car or on a bike or just walking?

No.

That road is single track.

I'd remember if I saw anyone.

What happened after you dropped them off?

I drove home.

That was my last fare.

Can anyone vage for that?

Not really.

My wife was fast asleep by the time I got back.

Tell you what, though.

This has been on the carriage for a while.

What has?

Wrong stags and hens in a wee Irish town.

I mean, girl dresses like that.

Just asking for trouble.

No?

Are you for real?

Egan.

Women should wear what the fuck they like without fear of being murdered.

You can't talk to me like that.

I'm gonna report you.

You heard what you said to me?

You registered to carry four passengers, Mr Doyle.

Tell her tonight you carried five.

You understand?

Don't ever do that again.

What?

I don't need your protection.

Sean,

I can't get my head around you.

Don't say.

Hey.

Sean.

Sean.

I'm so sorry.

Help me leave us.

Yeah, no, I know.

Okay, where's Nev?

She went out for a run.

She'll be back any minute.

Okay, I can't stop.

There's still lots of things to sort, you know.

Good night.

We looked everywhere for her, right?

Sorry.

If Doyle saw no one on the road, the killer must have gone out there after he left.

Or was already out there hiding somewhere.

Ma'am.

Voxacology's back.

Sinead's blood alcohol was moderate and she tested negative for all the usual.

Ecstasy, cannabis, coke.

So much for party, animal.

But she did test positive for fentanyl.

Was she on it for medication?

No, I checked.

So her drink was spiked in the club.

Her friends would have noticed a change in her behaviour.

And Doyle said she was texting on her phone in the taxi.

She couldn't have done that if she was full of fentanyl.

Then her drink was spiked after she got back to the cottage.

Holly said they had an eye cap.

Tomorrow we get those hands out of their hen house.

Let's go.

Detectives investigating the death of Sinead Connolly are appealing for

witnesses who are in Drum Bay on Saturday night to come forward.

I'm aware that this is a deeply sensitive time for the family.

But I'm asking anyone with any information or phone

footage which may be of help to contact us in confidence.

Thank you.

Mary Farrell, Order News.

Is this a murder enquiry?

We aren't treating it as murder.

Yes.

Is it true she was wearing a French maid's costume?

Ah, so.

One more question.

How did you find me?

Welcome to small town Ireland.

Three?

Don't ever show up here again.

Chill your beans, babe.

And while we're at it, if anyone comes into the bar looking for me, you don't know me.

What is wrong with you?

It was fun.

End off.

You're seeing her again, aren't you?

Yeah.

Just as well you didn't get it removed then, isn't it?

Oh my God, Caden.

Oh, that tastes disgusting.

It's disgusting!

I want you to follow the recipe.

Did you drink a lot?

It was a hen party.

What do you think?

Drugs?

You all get in trouble.

Just tell the detective the truth.

Well, you took the me.

Where did you get it?

Jeanine.

Where did she get it?

I don't know.

Oh, oh, oh, sorry, I'm... Go for your hand.

Down one.

Jackson's here in five, guys.

What are you guys doing?

The post-mortem showed no trace of ecstasy in her blood.

Well, she took when I saw her.

She did, however, consume fentanyl.

What's that?

A strong prescription painkiller often associated with date rape.

What?

Enough to make her very drowsy, disoriented and hallucinate.

But she seemed fine all evening.

So you didn't see anyone spike her drink?

No.

What about when you got home?

You all had an eye cup?

Why would any of us bite Jeanine's drink?

That's what we want to know.

That's why you're here.

Maybe you did it for a laugh.

We all know what happens at hen parties, right?

I never saw anyone spike Jeanine's drink.

None of the club, or at the cottage, or anywhere.

Who poured the night cup?

To our head.

Hour?

Yeah!

Yeah, I poured her a drink, but I didn't spike it.

That's ridiculous.

So how do you explain the fentanyl in her blood?

I can't.

I also can't explain why she was on the pill, either.

That's naive.

I'm best friends.

I mean, it was she who went outside looking for

a schnitzel after the rest of us went about.

That's not what you said before.

Well, I forgot.

When I was cleaning up the next morning, I found muddy footprints on the carpet.

They were out there when I went to bed.

Do you mind?

We were like sisters.

We did everything together.

That was her maid of honor when she married Jean.

When everyone went to bed on Saturday night, did you leave the cottage?

No.

Sure about that?

Let me guess.

Holly said that I did.

Is she lying?

She was always lying.

She was always jealous of my relationship with Sinead.

Answer the question.

No.

I didn't leave the cottage.

Why did Sinead pretend to take ecstasy?

I don't know.

She must have had her reasons.

Why did she take the contraceptive pill?

I didn't know that she was on it.

I thought you were like sisters.

We finally got the CCTV from the bar.

This might be something.

Were you sick in the bar?

You know, after all the drinking drugs.

Can't debate it.

Excuse me.

Head up with the statically.

Did you need a shite?

We couldn't go.

Sorry, what is this about?

Yeah, I'd like to know too.

According to the CCTV footage in the bar, you and Sinead entered the ladies at 2318.

And re-emerged at 2350.

You see here?

I don't know about you, but I only spend more than five minutes in the toilet if

I'm constipated or driving the porcelain bus.

So what were you two talking about?

For 30 whole minutes.

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

You're in no position.

Fine.

Sinead and Sean were having problems.

She wanted my advice.

What kind of problems?

She thought she was having an affair.

Was he?

Not that I'm aware of.

But that is why she was on the pill.

Hops, if you didn't scare the witnesses so much, you'd get more out of them.

I don't scare witnesses.

You scare the girls and Jo, and you know I gave Doyle a heart attack.

Nobody here has ever accused me of scaring witnesses.

Maybe because you scare them here, too.

Some people just can't handle taking orders from a woman.

Anyway, I just thought you'd appreciate some honest feedback.

Trust me, Chief, I don't need you or your feedback.

Problem?

No, ma'am.

The press are here.

I thought, uh... I thought she was doing the media.

Yeah, she is.

Right, follow me.

You'd already loved her.

Go inside, I'll do with him.

What'd they say?

Who?

Don't.

They wanted statements.

And the pills?

I didn't tell them, I swear.

And how do I know you're not lying to them?

Because they'd be here by now, wouldn't they?

I wonder.

Now I am warning you.

Stay quiet.

We're piecing together the timeline from last weekend.

The girls told us you took them out canoeing on Saturday afternoon.

That's right.

Guys, pick up the paddles, come on.

How do they seem to... Happy, hope for a laugh, you know.

To be honest, you'd be better speaking with my husband Ian.

It was him who took them out.

Ian, have you got a minute?

Over.

Ian, detectives, Regan and Boyd.

You spent most of last Saturday afternoon on the lock with the girls, am I right?

Yeah, it's a popular activity with the hen parties.

The great crack, you're still at the set of the bar.

Yeah, I'm for a drink.

We voted.

It's part of the deal.

Free drink and the pub after.

To be honest, it's more an opportunity to sell them other packages, you know?

After they've had a few.

What time did you leave the bar?

Early, about half eight.

Didn't want to cramp their style.

Are you free?

Bye.

I'll pay him.

You all right?

I just need a bit more leg room.

What are you doing?

I'm trying to help.

Get off me!

Get off!

Rivers?

See you tomorrow, yeah?

That's it.

Don't shoot!

No!

Who are you?

Mary Farrell.

I'm a journalist covering the Sinead Connelly case.

Bye, Dean.

Why do you follow me?

I wanted to talk to the officer in charge of the Sinead Connelly case.

I was refused.

Ask her if she's not in charge.

I think she is here, but it's gone up in the north.

It's a bit confusing.

What the fuck are you doing?

I know a tale when I see one.

Can I talk to both of you?

No.

All media has to go to both chief superintendents.

That's not normal procedure.

Normal?

This is the border.

They don't do normal here.

I forget my partner.

She's from Dublin.

He's not my partner.

He doesn't belong here.

He should go back to where he does belong.

That's a bit rich coming from you.

You probably only got this job because of your father.

What did you say?

The son of a murder door you see, Sergeant, now works for En garde de Chia Conna.

If it's very nice of you, we're all working together to provide crime bollocks.

You wait.

Next thing you know, they'll be arranging a photo shoot with

you and Patrick Gorman just to show there's no hard feelings.

Like I said, I'd like to know who I'm working with.

Can I go now?

Yeah, and don't follow me again.

Regan, hey!

Hey!

What do you know about Patrick Gorman?

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

Hey, so they say.

There's no proof.

So why don't you disappear?

Those days everyone was leaving Ireland.

Well, he's back now.

What?

He came back two years ago.

He runs a furniture store in Castle Blaney.

How do you know all this?

I know someone who knows.

Regan.

We have new CCTV.

Where are you going?

Back to where I belong.

Fuck off.

All right, what have you got?

Street camera picked up this car.

Registered to car dually.

Joe's mum?

Yes.

But it wasn't her driving.

And these are some images we received during our inquiries.

This is the CCTV from the Castle Bar.

Here's the girls arriving at 2030.

And who walks in the door 20 minutes later?

Joe Dooley.

So much for spending all evening at home with his mother watching TV.

All right, let's go.

Maybe we should do some kind of memorial.

A memorial ceremony before we leave.

Yeah, that's a good idea.

I'll call the local priest.

I'll do it.

Maybe while he's at it, he can hear your confession.

Shut up, Holly.

Whoever conceals his transgressions will not prosper.

But he who confesses him forsakes them will obtain mercy.

It stinks in here.

Going for a walk.

You can't.

It'll be dark soon.

There's a killer out there.

Or in here.

Give it a rest.

For all we know, you spied tonight's drink.

For all we know, you did.

Okay, stop it, please.

Sinead would hate to see us fighting like this.

What made you change your mind?

I couldn't work with Regan.

She's a bloody nightmare.

Ma'am, we found this.

It looks like Sinead's jacket.

You made me a mistake.

I didn't do it.

Joe!

You need to make this work.

It reflects bodily on us that we're the ones seen to be walking away.

But when you started coming on to her, she wasn't interested.

So you spiked her drink.

You're a drug dealer.

You carry fentanyl when you're out hunting, in

case your victims don't fall for your rustic charm.

The night of the murder, Joe said, the lock was still silent.

Like a mirror, he said.

You can't lay a finger on me.