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I'm gonna be stuck here all night Suze.

Why'd you leave so late?

I just lost track of time.

I have to go, I think I've got a lift.

Amy!

@

I've interviewed some of the women now so it's--

Lisa, I've made my decision.

@-Next. - These women--

Are not our responsibility.

@They are our responsibility.

- It's not personal, Lisa. - It is personal actually,

my mother was murdered when...

when I was 10.

He's gonna run it, front page.

That's me aged 10,

it was taken by the man who murdered my mother.

Your father?

My father wasn't there.

Was it a...

- revenge killing? - No.

Come back in 24 hours if you don't hear from her.

Come on mum, they're not gonna help.

You don't get to my position by botching investigations.

I presented the case to my senior officer,

it was rejected.

Is that enough to open the case.

Yes, more than enough, well done.

You haven't published this, have you?

Hey, hey! Dougie,

tell them to hold the Press and I'll need those photos too.

Why has it taken you so long

to react to Amy going missing?

Most people reported missing turn up within 24 hours,

the timeframe for our response is standard,

officers are at Miss Reynolds's home now

conducting a thorough forensic search.

And what about your failure to reopen

the Janice Wallace murder case when the two are connected?

Any connection is still unproven.

Err... Lisa Wallace and The Dublin Evening Mail

should apologise to the family of Amy Reynolds.

To have interfered with a criminal investigation

and caused needless distress is shameful.

I have to impress on you ladies and gentlemen,

this is a serious...

Morning!

I told you we couldn't publish it.

- Lisa-- - My articles are provoking him,

Barbara.

Firstly, we're not responsible for his actions.

Secondly, watch how you speak to me.

I promised Detective Burkely I'd hold off.

Well, you should've told me.

It's my story, you should've trusted me.

No, it's news, Lisa.

Look, you've kicked the Guards into action,

all eyes are on them now, that's good.

Hey! She's busy!

He sent another card.

Shit.

Seriously, it's me you should be pissed off with.

The list is long, believe me.

I'll get this to the lab.

I'm heading to Castlemoy, if you need to reach me.

I'll stay up at the Hill Lodge, keep tabs on the search.

Thanks, David.

And you're dropping the story, yeah?

- Yes. - She is,

can't promise we are.

My daughter.

@My daughter, she wrote that.

Yeah.

Ah, you haven't even touched it, it'll go cold.

Look, I'll heat it through.

I don't want it. Leave me alone.

Get out, get out!

Family, friends, co-workers...

we've spoken to all of Amy's contacts.

The last person to see her?

Her friends at The Tin Roof,

said she left about 20 past 11,

worried she'd missed the last bus, which she did.

Sightings?

Err... not really no,

I spoke to one guy, a taxi driver...

Cillian Wade, he said he saw a girl running out of a car,

a male driver dragged her back in,

but the car drove off in the direction of Ballington so...

it's most likely a domestic.

What?

Most likely it was.

He didn't stop?

No, didn't wanna get involved.

Can I see his statement?

Transcripts, not the notes.

Err, he was in a rush,

I didn't get a chance to take one.

I wrote it down as soon as I got back though.

I've got a good memory.

Give me this Wade's details, I'll question him myself.

Hold on a minute now,

he may have made an error,

but we don't need you coming down from Dublin

checking up on us like we can't do our jobs.

I'm not checking up on you,

we're on the same side,

we all wanna find this girl, yeah?

DC Gareth Brennan, sorry about that.

If my wife wasn't joined at the hip to her sister

I'd have transferred to Dublin by now.

Right.

Look, don't judge me by that lot,

I may actually be of some use to you.

What are you offering?

Well, I know where you can get a half decent pint,

something to eat

and I'm probably,

no definitely, the best detective around here,

not that that's saying much.

I happened to nick that guy Wade a few years back,

I'd love to pay him a little visit with you.

You're on.

You really can't tell m what make of car it was?

I have no idea.

He's parked up on the hard shoulder,

some fella was having a slash in the bushes,

some half naked woman

comes running screaming out of the car.

Half-naked?

Mm, yeah, well

there was a lot of flesh in me lights, you know?

Did you tell the other detectives that?

Uh huh.

How old would you say she was?

Nineteen, 20, maybe younger.

So she ran out and then what?

Ah, he err, he grabbed her, he pulled her in the car,

and they drove off in the opposite direction of me.

Which direction?

Um... towards Ballington.

What about him, what did he look like?

I was doing 40.

But you saw the girl.

You didn't think it was strange?

Of course I did.

Then why didn't you stop?

I was on my way home, I was knackered.

- From The Golden Hope? - From a job.

OK, I'm sorry.

Oh, I can see that.

So why didn't you do anything?

Did you recognise him?

It was dark.

Who was it?

Please, I don't know.

Who was it?

Now listen, Cillian,

I can see you're scared,

just imagine how scared Amy was.

This poor girl might still be alive,

might,

so if there's anything you're not telling me, tell me now.

Off the record, it'll go no further, you have my word.

OK.

But you can't breathe a word of it, because he'll kill me,

he'll literally kill me.

So, in and out of prison all his life,

ABH, suspected rape, assault, burglary.

Yep, he's a real charmer.

But he was out the year Janice Wallace was killed?

Yes, he was.

Shall we?

Yeah.

Here's the man himself.

Afternoon, Detective Burkely and Detective Brennan--

Yeah, I know. What is it?

We wondered if we might have a word with you

to help with our enquiries.

Sure, I'll put the kettle on.

No, down the station.

Well, why didn't you say?

The more stories like yours we tell,

we might just save the shelter.

Totally anonymous, of course.

OK, thanks so much Cathy. Speak soon.

Cut it out.

Tea still tasting like shite.

Your files tell me you were released from Portferry Prison

six months ago.

Which I guess is why I'm here,

something's up and you come knocking.

Can you tell us where you were last Tuesday night

between the hours of 10:00 pm and 1:00 am?

- I can't remember. - Were you with anyone?

I'll be honest with you, I've got a shit memory,

too much weed as a kid.

It's just we've spoken with someone who thinks

they saw you that night,

not far from Goresbridge,

headed in the direction of Ballington.

Who saw me?

It doesn't matter.

It does to me.

I know why you're here,

it's that girl who's gone missing,

heard it on the news.

Sorry lads, it's not me.

I'm not saying I wouldn't, you know, pretty enough girl

but not me, sorry.

Who was the girl you were with that night?

What girl?

The one you dragged back into your car.

None of this is on record

otherwise you'd have arrested me.

I can leave, I know me rights,

you can't stop me.

No we can't.

See ya, lads.

Fancy that drink?

Are you still up for aft

Yeah, but don't get your hopes up too much.

Yeah.

I never figured this place for a queer knockin' shop.

What?

Your man back there on the stairs.

Oh yeah, well, I guess they're everywhere

Oh, I've nothing against them mind, just

don't want it rubbed in me face.

Nah, right.

Cheers.

- . - Cheers.

So you said you were married?

- Yeah, one wee girl. - Ah, just like myself.

Anna, has me wrapped around her finger and she's only two.

Ah, believe me, it only gets worse when they get older,

enjoy it.

Hiya.

No one's been round.

They said they'd be round.

- Um... - I can't bear it,

- why aren't they doing anything? - They are,

we are, there's an officer come from Dublin.

What's he done? Nothing.

Listen, they've got a suspect, OK?

They questioned him today.

Who?

I can't say who, but things are moving, I promise.

You keep me informed.

Go home to your mam, she needs you.

Hello Lisa...

Susan...

OK, I'll find out everything I can,

I'll be in touch as soon as I've got something, I promise.

Are you alright, Lisa?

Few too many last night?

Something like that.

I'm only halfway through the shelter piece,

I know you wanted it first thing,

but I just got a call from Susan Reynolds,

they've got a suspect, they won't tell her who but...

Just give me your notes and I'll finish it off.

Go on.

Excuse me? Sorry.

Do you know where the Guards' pub is around here?

Yeah, just straight on.

...big man trying to tell us how to do our jobs.

Could've run a book on him, it was that obvious,

coming down here swinging his tiny cock around.

Err, vodka tonic please.

Put it on my tab.

Oh, thanks.

You're welcome.

So do you have a name,

or can I call you mine?

That was the worst chat up line I've ever heard,

and I've heard a lot.

Yeah, I bet you have.

Liam, and you are?

Paula.

Cheers, Paula.

I won't ask you if you come here often because you don't.

I'm after a job at the hotel, just had my interview.

Hill Lodge?

Mm, yeah.

Good luck.

Thanks.

So what do you do, Liam?

I work with nearly everyone in here.

Garda.

Wow.

So you must know about the poor girl who's gone missing then?

Amy Reynolds, sure.

We'll find him,

we'll keep you ladies safe, don't you fret.

The girl at the Hill Lodge said that she heard

you have a suspect already?

Yeah, we might do.

Let's not talk missing girls hey,

let's talk girls who've just been found.

- Too cheesy? - Err...

Same again?

Err, this one's for the road.

We'll see.

God, I just hope you've got the right guy.

The missing girl, Amy.

Are you a reporter or something?

I wish, barely scraped an E in Inter Cert English.

It's just scary out there for us girls, you know,

with him on the loose.

Is it a local guy?

Oh, I can't tell you details Paula, that's confidential.

Who would I tell?

Oh, I don't know.

You're all talk, I bet you're not even a Guard.

Mark Bulger.

From round here?

Garrick Estate, Barrington area.

You're safe enough here I reckon,

especially if you stick with me.

Well, thank God he's not nearby at least,

I feel better for knowing that.

Well, thanks for the drinks, Liam.

Ah, come on.

Gimme a call, yeah?

Playing hard to get, are we?

Liam no, no, I just need to get home, that's all.

You're in no fit state to drive, I could nick you for that.

I don't live very far, so...

I'll take you home then.

Liam, come on I'm just,

I'm just not a first night kind of girl, that's all.

I think you got off on it, did ya?

- What? - Leading me on.

No, no I wasn't leading you on.

Get your hands off me, get your fucking, get your hands off me!

Ugh!

You fucking cock tease!

Ah.

How did you not mention that the girl running from the cab

was half naked?

Quite a worrying detail I would've thought.

It may well have been Amy Reynolds!

Jesus, we all should know that speed is key.

Your incompetence and laziness may have cost us

nailing Bulger for this.

It's not good enough.

We've the Press breathing down our necks.

We've all gotta step it up, understand?

Good.

Err, we're gonna concentrate our search efforts around the pa

two blocks from Bulger's house and expand our door to door.

We know he drinks at The Woodpecker

so you two head there,

speak to as many regulars as you can,

he's not the sharpest tool so

he might well have let something slip after a few beers.

And remember, write everything down,

we can't afford any more mistakes.

Why don't you go home and sleep it off?

What do you want?

I was hoping to ask you some questions.

I don't know anything, don't drag me into any of this.

Any of what?

No one's breathing a word, everyone's terrified.

That's why he always gets away with it.

Fuck off, Da's paid.

We're not looking for money.

We're doing door to door enquiries.

Did you see or hear anything suspicious last Tuesday evening?

It was Brian next door that called you, wasn't it?

- You fuckin' arsehole! - You're not in any trouble.

Look, I had to smash it, I was locked out.

You can hardly nick me for smashing me own window.

No we're not,

we're asking if you saw or heard anything unusual

last Tuesday night.

Do you mean that wanker Mark Bulger and the girl?

Yeah.

Yeah, he left her in his car, and he went in to get something,

but he wasn't here a few minutes.

What she look like?

- What the fuck are you saying? - What the...

Look at you, let me smell your breath

you pissed idiot.

He's actually being very helpful.

If I could just get a statement.

No fuckin' way, he didn't see nothing or hear nothing.

Call it a day?

I think so.

I don't suppose you've a phonebook

for the Ballington area, have you?

You're in luck.

One of my colleagues is here too,

the name's David Burkely,

can you tell me his room number?

I'm sorry, I can't.

Plain clothes, we're on the same case, the missing gi

Oh Gosh, terrible um...

it's room seven, first floor.

I hope you find her.

Thanks so much.

Well, that got us nowhere.

Confirmed Bulger definitely had a girl with him.

I'm gonna head to the hotel, go through the files,

see what I can dig up.

Anything I can help with?

No, you get back to the wife and the little one.

Thanks for today.

Good to be working with someone

who actually gives a shit for a change.

- Sir? - Napping on the job?

Oh, we had a long day.

You're a little off the beaten track, sir.

Yeah, well high profile case, thought I'd check in,

show me face.

Hoped to get here sooner but err,

yeah, I was called into a meeting at the 11th hour.

I wish I could tell you it was going well.

Oh, yeah, the moment you step out of the city, eh?

You're at the Hill Lodge, fill me in over a pint?

Yeah, sure.

Right, meet you there.

I miss being out on the road, mm,

chained to me desk now,

wife says I put on a stone with every promotion.

Ah it's all complaints and internal shit shovelling.

I bet.

The latest turd to land on me desk,

finding out which of our filthy officers

have been having it away with rent boys.

- Jesus. - Mm,

yeah, no, it's bad enough playing around with prossies

but this... it turns the stomach

Oh, I'll wheedle him out,

it's just the idea,

you know walking around, using the same jacks,

canteen.

I don't suppose you have any ideas?

What?

Any... (laughs) sorry.

Jesus, look at your face,

just any ideas who it might be?

I'll do some digging, keep an ear out.

I appreciate it.

Right,

I guess I'd better be heading off

before me wife gives me supper to the dog.

Thanks for stopping by.

God bless.

Hello?

Hey, it's me.

Are you working late?

Yeah, I'm gonna have to stay up here a couple more days I think.

Oh.

OK.

A lot to get through you know?

What is it?

Come and say hi to your dad.

Rachael!

Is everything OK?

What do you think?

Yeah.

Mum,

I have to go, talk to you later darling, miss you.

Yeah, bye, love.

Fucking hell.

Tell her I'll look after her, boy.

I see you bitch!

Ah!

Oh God.

It's alright, it's OK, I'm not gonna hurt you.

I need you to come with me, OK?

Mm mm.

What's, what's your name?

Teresa.

Teresa. Let's get you out of here.

Um...

- Can you run? - Yeah.

I need you to run, OK?

Which way? What?

We have to move quickly.

Fuck. Come on.

- OK? - Yeah.

You're fucking dead!