- Where's Aoife? - I don't know.
- Where's my wife? - I don't know where she is!
You're that woman she went to meet, aren't you? You're Clemence!
Father Percy was found dead.
He was a family friend. Good man.
Well, I'm sorry for, er, your loss.
Do you remember the last time you saw Father Percy?
- _ - Aoife was a nun.
Did she have a reason to kill Father Percy?
She didn't do it!
What about the woman from the bar?!
Why aren't you looking for her?!
I was born in a Mother and Baby Home.
What happened to our kids, Clemence?
I'll tell you everything.
Clemence? Clemence! Clemence!
Clemence! Clemence!
No, no, no, no!
Lorna, it's nonstop!
It's like...
having an alien in there, wriggling around.
Do you want a boy or do you want a girl?
Don't mind.
So long as it's not an alien.
I hope mine's a boy.
Well, boys get to do whatever they like.
What if I'm no good at it, Clem?
Of course you'll be good at it.
You'll be the best mammy ever!
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What are you doing?
What kind of haircut would you call that?
Like Joan of Arc, right?
Not today, Colman.
That's Lorna Brady.
It's the same height, it's the same build,
it's the same haircut, Massey...
I've told you before, it could very well be.
But this is a very delicate moment in the town.
So we'll have to wait until...
Hang on, what are you wearing?
What?
You're not thinking of coming, are you?
I thought I'd pay my respects.
You are not coming to a funeral, only to corner a grieving woman!
No, a suspected arsonist
and a possible accomplice to a murder, Massey.
Why are you gunning for Lorna like this?
The poor woman's...
odd.
She...
She sleepwalks!
Are you all right, lad?
Because after what happened the other day...
I told you already, Massey. I'm fine.
It's nothing to be ashamed of, lad.
I mean, we all have our demons.
I'm just sick of sitting on my hands, Massey!
- We need to talk to Lorna... - And we will.
But not today.
I'm sorry, David.
That one's Clemence, right?
You did this.
Body of Christ.
Amen.
Body of Christ.
When someone is taken from us too soon...
especially when it is sudden...
it can be difficult to make sense of what's happened.
The abrupt absence of a loved one is an immense difficulty.
The darkness can be disorientating.
There are unanswered questions.
There is pain.
Confusion.
Even anger.
But we must take solace in remembering
that Our Lord himself was no stranger to suffering.
Because suffering can be redemptive.
Suffering can be penance.
Clemence herself knew that all too well.
There are some who say our lives are not our own.
But I think that, however she may have left us,
Clemence's contribution here on Earth will not be forgotten.
Suffering is sent to test us.
In fact...
God makes those he loves best...
suffer the most.
_
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...
There you go.
You're still not sleeping, huh?
You know, in the Army, sometimes they rub chillies in their eyes.
What? Why?
To help them stay awake.
It's OK.
We're here for you, David. Whatever you need.
Can you take that?
Sure.
I'm sorry for your loss, David.
I feel awful asking you this,
but did Clemence say anything to you about our children?
You know, before she...?
I just buried my sister.
You all right there, Lorna?
Not looking so hot.
This'll wake you up.
Give me that!
Lorna Brady! You dark horse!
I'm sorry for your loss, Lorna.
Thanks.
Could you pop in to us tomorrow if you have a moment?
Why, am I in some sorta trouble?
No. We've just got a few more questions for you.
Like, questions about what?
Let's talk about it tomorrow.
Say, 10am?
But what if I don't want to come in?
- I'd really prefer if you did. - Yeah, but what if I don't?
What are you going to do? Like, arrest me?
Is something the matter?
No. No, all good, thanks.
I'm talking to Ms Brady here.
Not really the day for it, is it?
Now, you're one of the Kearneys.
Er, the baby.
Michael? Is that right?
I am, how'd you know that?
Actually, you all have the same shape of head.
Er, you'll have to forgive our man from Dublin.
He's as subtle as a brick through a window.
Don't give it any heed at all, Lorna.
Today of all days, you know.
So good of you to come, Detective.
I'd offer you a drink, but you seem to be on the clock!
Thanks again for coming, James.
It would've meant a lot to Clemence.
Not at all, Niamh. We're all in this together now.
Have you heard anything from the Government about our petition?
They're unsure
if they've heard enough to declare the Convent as a laundry.
They need a little more time to reach a consensus.
Is that normal?
Don't read too much into it.
Let's just continue to wait and see.
Aye, you're all boring.
I just want to drink, sing and dance.
Cos that's what Clemence would've wanted.
Yeah, well, maybe now's not the best time for any of that.
What's wrong, Niamh?
I thought you were all for expressing our feelings.
None of you lot know what Clemence went through in that place.
Maybe that's enough now, Amy.
Only me and Lorna can.
You all, you heard what Father Bum Fluff says.
Clemence is survived only by her brother, David.
Only by.
Only by!
As in, not by her child.
Why not? Ain't that right, Lorna?
Amy, please.
We're the only mammies left.
- And we've been through hell together. - Back off!
What are any of us lot even doing here?
We didn't look after her.
And now we're lying about her.
Fuckin' heart attack?
Will you come off it?
Clemence made a choice and we need to respect that.
Shut up, Amy, please.
David shouldn't have to be listening to your shit right now.
Maybe we all have heart attacks, huh?
What do you reckon, Mr Coyle?
Maybe that would help your consensus,
really get people's attention...
Oh, go on, then! You first!
Do us all a favour!
Oh, that's enough! That's enough.
Fuck you, Lorna Brady!
Fuck you!
Can you walk me home?
Sure.
Amy?
Are you all right?
I saw Lorna Brady burn Father Percy's car.
- Is that right? - Yeah.
I was lying before.
Trying to protect her.
Why should I? She doesn't give a fuck about me.
Right, then, I'll go.
Lorna, can you wait a minute?
I'm sorry, Lorna.
For what I said.
It wasn't right.
And I'm sorry I kept ye apart.
It might've been for the best.
God, Clemence.
Doesn't she look so happy?
God.
That smile.
That, er... That's not Clemence.
The girl in the middle... her name is Breda.
That's Clemence's daughter.
She's the spitting image of her.
This is... This is Clemence's daughter?
She's alive?
Where did you get this?
Clemence went into town to have tea with someone.
And when she came back, she was in a very strange mood.
And I said to her, I said, "Who did you meet?"
And she said, "A nun I used to know."
One of the Sisters of the Seven Joys.
That's a name I haven't heard in this house in a long time.
And that nun gave her that.
But I know Clemence would've wanted you to see that.
Why?
Do you think one of these girls...
could be mine?
- I don't know. - Or maybe, do you think that nun, she had...
a photo of my kid, too, d'ya think?
I really don't know, Lorna.
But I hope so.
Yeah.
Right, come on.
Columbo's ready for you.
How long is this going to take?
I have things to do.
Can I use your toilet?
Yeah, fire away. Down the end there.
F-F-Fuck, shit!
Fuck!
Fuck, shit, arse!
Fuck!
What am I doing here?
Is that you?
As I'm sure you're aware, Lorna,
a car at the station lockup was set fire to
last Sunday night.
I've an eyewitness that saw you take a match to it, Lorna.
Well, sure, anyone can say they saw anyone do anything.
- That's... - Oh, so they're lying?
Yeah. If they say they saw me burn a car, yeah, they're lying.
You told us before that you didn't remember who Father Percy was.
That's right. What's he got to do with this?
Well, that was his car.
- Oh? - See, strangely enough, the other women from the convent,
they seem to remember him well.
Especially those from the Mother and Baby Home.
You were in there as well, weren't you?
What business is that of yours?
I'm sure it's a touchy subject.
The fuck do you know about it?
About any of this?
What they did to us, to our children?
I'm the one asking the questions here, Lorna, OK?
Now take a good look at this.
Do you know that woman?
Yeah.
I do.
When did you last see her?
The last time I saw her, she was walking away with my baby.
Does that clear things up for you?
You haven't seen or heard from her since?
- No. - She hasn't made any attempt to contact you?
- I said, no. - So she's missing currently.
As you're probably aware, Lorna.
Now, her family are in absolute pieces.
The husband is sitting in prison awaiting trial.
And her poor daughter,
her daughter is on the way down from Dublin
to see if she can help us with our search.
- Her daughter? - Yeah, she has a daughter.
So it's only a matter of time before we find Aoife.
Oh.
- Well, good luck. - Hey! Cut the shit, all right?
We know you know Father Percy!
- We know you burnt the car... - All right, lad.
So I think you know exactly where Aoife Cassidy is,
and you'll tell us right now,
if you know what's good for you, Lorna!
It's funny how hard the whole world looks for some people
but others just disappear and nobody gives a fuck.
Jesus Christ!
Wait here, Lorna, I'll get you a tissue.
You, come on.
I'm calling it a day.
Hey!
Lorna!
You all right?
Yeah.
Whatever personal issues you've going on,
you need to get it sorted fairly lively
because it's affecting your judgments, lad!
It has nothing to do with this.
You told me you were born in one of those places,
so how could it not be?
It was nothing like that place!
Then, what is it then?
- What have you got against these women? - Nothing!
Are you sure?
What about you?
You've been letting Lorna off the hook every chance that you get!
It's patronising, Massey,
the way that you see her, the way you see all the survivors,
like they're not capable of anything but surviving.
I want Lorna to survive!
I wanted Clemence to survive!
I was a young guard at the same time as...
when those girls were up in that place.
Lorna, Clemence.
You're probably too young to understand,
but back then,
the fear people had.
Honest to God,
a lot of people would sooner their daughters
were murdered than fall pregnant outside of marriage.
We haven't enough on her, Colman.
Fine.
But I am not letting this go.
So one of these girls is your...?
Maybe.
Maybe not.
Do you think either of them look like me?
Er...
Even if they're not, it's proof.
It's proof that Clemence's kid lived.
You know, and I think this nun was going to give me
one of these photographs of my kid.
And, you know, maybe it'll tell me where she is and...
OK.
That's good, right?
This is a good thing?
I can't tell what's real any more.
And I'm seeing things and hearing things that aren't there.
I just need to sleep.
I think that might be a good idea.
Would you watch me?
Watch you?
Watch you sleep? Why?
Cos when sleep I do stuff.
Bad stuff.
I've heard.
Oh, you haven't heard the half of it.
Would that not be a bit creepy?
No, not if I'm asking you to do it.
Right.
I can do that.
Thank you.
Thanks for showing me that.
She was... She was, er...
wearing a coat.
- I mean, possibly, yeah. - No. Now, sh.
She's missing!
That's right, Andrea, love.
That's why we're here.
You left a message saying you might've seen her.
Oh...
Er... Mm.
The next reported sighting is, er...
Oh, Jesus.
Seamus Flanagan.
What? What's up?
Ah, nothing, he's a bit of an old eccentric.
I arrested him once for punching a police horse in the face.
Why would you punch a police horse in the face?
Well, he didn't know it was a police horse.
It was off duty at the time.
No, no, enough.
This is a waste of time...
speaking to psychics and fucking horse-assaulters.
Hey. Hey, hey, hey. We are obligated to follow up on every sighting
of a missing person, regardless where it's come from!
You do it, all right? I'm off to do some actual work.
Colman!
Lorna?
Lorna, let's get you back to bed, all right?
Lorna!
Lorna! OK, all right! Listen, can you put those back?
Lorna! Lorna!
Lorna, don't!
Ah!
OK, wake up!
Oh!
Oh, God, Michael! Are you OK?
No.
I'm not!
- Where are you going? - Hospital.
I'll come with you.
Oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no.
No!
What did she look like?
I don't know.
Yay high.
Joan of Arc fucking haircut on her.
She knows where Aoife is.
You just need to find her.
The wife was a nun.
Here, at the convent.
At the House of the Sacred fucking whatever.
You mean the Sisters of the Seven Joys?
At the House of the Sacred fucking whatever.
Next question.
When I asked you if Aoife had worked in Kilkinure,
you said at the House of the Sacred...
Fuck off!
Ridiculous.
- Guard! - The woman you talked about from the bar.
Grace.
Was this her?
Yeah, that's her.
Who is she?
I think this woman knows where your wife is, Dara.
Look.
I'll level with you, OK?
I'm getting seriously concerned about where Aoife is.
I can find her, but only if you start helping me out.
The Sacred Shepherd.
What did you say?
The House of the Sacred Shepherd.
It was something Aoife talked about.
What was it?
I'm not sure,
but whatever it was,
whoever they were,
she was afraid of them.
- Why? - I don't know.
Find Aoife.
She'll tell you everything.
I'm looking for a Lorna Brady?
Who are you?
My name is Olivia.
I think you know my mother...
Aoife Cassidy?
She's missing, and I know she went looking for you.
Can we talk?
Your mum knows where my child is, doesn't she?
Tell me!
I think she does, yeah.
Mam was talking to a journalist.
What journalist?
There's survivors telling their stories,
but not many nuns, you know?
The journo said he needed evidence before he could publish.
Evidence of what?
She'd never tell me.
Your mother gave that to a friend of mine
who was in the Mother and Baby Home.
That's her daughter.
This is evidence those nuns knew exactly
where our children went,
and your mother was looking for me
so she must have one of these of my daughter, too?
We'd have to ask her to know for sure.
Do you know where my mother is?
I'm so worried.
I'm sorry.
I came to you because I thought you'd be able to help me.
Will you help me?
Please?
What happened to your arm?
It looks like hogweed burns.
What's that?
It's a kind of wild flower.
What does it look like?
Little white flowers.
Looks harmless, really.
Like cauliflower.
This one looks nasty.
Horses get it a lot.
Lorna?
Lorna, are you OK?
What if your mother hid it all somewhere?
What?
The photos.
The evidence of what happened to our children.
_
The article said that they worked
with local authorities from Kilkinure.
- Who? - The House of the Sacred Shepherd.
It's an Adoption Agency.
We should check the local council records.
Yeah, well... Er, Skelly,
check the Companies Registrations Office, too.
Maybe there'll be a number or an address.
Dara said that Aoife talked about these guys,
that she was afraid of them.
I mean, it has to be the Kilkinure Convent
that they were working with, right?
And we know that Father Percy was involved in the Convent.
So, I reckon the House of The Sacred Shepherd
could be what connects Aoife Cassidy to Father Percy
to the nuns from the Sisters of the Seven Joys.
To Lorna Brady.
Lorna's baby was taken off from that place.
Maybe these fellas are the ones involved.
Hmm, they closed in 1979.
What?
That's them, right?
The House of the Sacred Shepherd stopped operating in 1979.
No, that...
That can't be right.
Lorna gave birth in the mid-eighties.
And we know that Aoife didn't join the convent until at least 1984.
Why would Dara have mentioned them, then?
Well, I don't know, Colman.
Chin up, keep going.
We'll crack this case yet.
Kilkinure Garda.
Colman!
Colman! Colman!
- Let me go! - Calm down.
- Let me go! - Calm down!
Breathe.
He said I was adopted.
You are adopted.
You were chosen, Colman.
Chosen.
Most people can't say that.
Good news, son.
That was your man Seamus on the phone.
He reckons he saw Aoife getting into a taxi on Halloween night.
Do we know which?
Well, this is Kilkinure, there's only one.
What, one company?
One taxi.
One driver.
Fella by the name of John Farrell.
He likes a drink, but you didn't hear it from me.
I'm looking for a John Farrell?
Yes!
I'm Detective Sergeant Colman Akande.
Am I under arrest?
Under... For what?
I don't know. You're the one arresting me.
No, I'm not arresting you.
Oh. Good.
I have a few quick questions
about one of your taxi journeys last week.
Proceed.
Do you recognise that woman?
Ah!
I do.
I had her in the cab on...
Saturday night.
And do you remember where you took her that night?
Yeah. I took her to Lorna Brady's house.
Well, did she say why she wanted to be taken to Lorna's house?
Huh?
No!
Lorna just asked to be taken home.
- What, you mean they were together? - Yeah!
Oh, Lorna was in an awful state altogether.
You just missed them, actually.
What, they were here?
Well, Lorna was anyway.
Do you really think my mam could be here?
I think she could've been, yeah.
Why here?
Well, it's the perfect place to hide something.
- You can take that if you want. - No, it's OK.
It's just dad.
He's in Dublin, at home.
He's just sat by the phone ever since mam went missing.
Dublin?
Your dad's in Dublin?
Yeah.
He wanted to come to Kilkinure but I told him to stay put.
Someone has to be there if mam shows up.
Maybe you should check downstairs?
What are you doing up there?
Shit, shit!
Find anything?
- No. - Me neither.
I don't think anything's here.
Shall we go?
Can I stay with you tonight?
I don't know anyone else in this town.
Course.
_
Do you want tea?
What?
I'm making tea.
Wasn't sure how you take it.
Did you find what you're looking for?
I've come to see you.
Oh, that's nice.
That's friendly
Have you got a lot of friends, Lorna?
Not really.
Have you?
I'd say not.
Do you often have friends round?
No.
Night of October 31st, did you have a guest round?
Halloween?
So you were alone that night?
Er, yeah?
Do you know John Farrell, Lorna?
John Farrell...
I spoke to him this evening
and he told me that you weren't alone that night.
He told me that he dropped yourself and Aoife Cassidy back here.
This house is the last place Aoife was seen, Lorna.
So, where is she?
You want to know what I think?
I think Aoife Cassidy
murdered Father Percy Sheehan in Dublin...
and legged it down here in his car.
Aoife needed someone local to harbour her.
To cover her tracks. And that's where you came in.
So she laid low here while you destroyed the car,
and then she disappeared.
But what I don't know is, why are you helping her?
I'm not helping her.
You're lying to me, Lorna.
You're fucking lying to me again.
You told me you didn't know Father Percy.
That was a lie.
You told me you didn't burn his car.
That was a lie.
You told me Aoife Cassidy walked away with your baby...
She did.
That was a lie.
No.
_
Why didn't I do something?
Why didn't I...? Why didn't I do something
or say something?
My baby shivered to death.
She shivered to death.
And I wasn't there to hold her,
to keep her warm.
I should have been there.
I should've stood up to them.
I could've run away with her.
But I didn't.
I didn't.
Where did you get this?
Did you hear that?
What?
Who gave this to you, Lorna?
Aoife signed this.
Aoife Cassidy signed this.
Are you sure you can't hear that?
Hear what?
Listen.
I can't hear anything.
Please stop.
Stop what?
Lorna?
She...
Please stop.
Lorna?
Please stop!
- Lorna! - Stop! Stop!
- Please stop! Please stop! - Stop what?
Please stop! Stop!
- Lorna! - Stop! Please! I'm sorry!
Please stop! I'm so sorry!
Lorna!
- Stop! I'm so sorry! - Lorna!
I'm so sorry! Please stop!
- I'm so sorry! - Lorna, what is happening?
I'm sorry! I killed her!
I killed her! I killed Aoife Cassidy!
I killed her!
Oh, my God, I killed her, I killed her.
I put her in the wall.
I killed her! And I'm going to show you.
But get out the fucking way!
I killed her!
I fucking killed her!
I killed her! I killed her! I killed her!
*CREDITS*