- That's Clemence's daughter. - Is one of these girls mine?
I don't know, Lorna, I hope so.
Lorna! Don't! Argh!
Father Percy Sheehan. It looks to be blunt force trauma.
Found a potential murder weapon just there.
The House of the Sacred Shepherd. It's an adoption agency.
It could be what connects Aoife Cassidy to Father Percy,
to the nuns from the Sisters of the Seven Joys.
- To Lorna Brady. - They closed in 1979.
- What if your mother hid it all somewhere? - Hid what?
The evidence of what happened to our children.
My baby shivered to death.
And I wasn't there to hold her.
This house is the last place Aoife was seen, Lorna.
So where is she?
I killed her! Killed her! Killed her! I killed her!
Where is she?
Lorna, where is she?
Where is Aoife?
Don't know.
She's gone.
- She's gone. - What?
Lorna, look at me.
Look at me.
She's gone.
- She confessed, Massey. - Yeah?
Was that before or after she went looking for people in the walls?
I told you to leave her alone.
I'm reporting you for this, lad.
She told me herself that she killed Aoife Cassidy!
Well, where is she, then?!
You broke in here without a warrant!
I want you out of my town. Now.
Don't do this, Massey!
Skelly, escort Detective Akande from Ms Brady's home.
We're sending him back to Dublin.
Come on.
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Lorna?
The door was open so I'm coming in.
Jesus Christ.
Are you real?
Am I what?
People are saying that you said you killed someone.
Yeah.
What, you said you killed someone?
Or you killed someone?
Oh, it doesn't matter any more.
- What? - She's gone.
Who?
My daughter.
Agnes.
Where did you get this?
I have to find her grave.
I have to find out where they buried her.
Let me speak to James Coyle, OK?
See what he can do about any of this.
And, in the meantime, I don't want you doing anything.
Don't even leave this house.
Just stay put for me.
OK?
Do ye promise me?
Oh, bother...
Lorna? Can I help you, Lorna?
- I doubt it. - Where are you off to, Lorna?
Do you know what, you're not making my life any easier, Lorna.
All right, please...
Look, you need to be aware of the situation that you're in.
You confessed to murder.
Now, whatever I might believe about that,
it's my job to look into it.
So, you'd be wise to tread a bit more carefully.
If you need to arrest me, Massey, please, just do it!
Well, I would if I believed a word that come out of your mouth.
Or if there was a body.
But there was! There was a body!
- Why are you saying this? - Because it happened!
Well, then, where is she? Where's Aoife?
Why don't you ask that woman
who's pretending to be Aoife Cassidy's daughter?
Who? What woman?
I don't know, but she's lying.
She's not her daughter.
Lookit, you'll forgive me now
if I don't drop everything immediately and look into that,
but I'm a biteen sceptical, Lorna.
Well, then, what use are you?
Lorna!
Don't stray too far now!
Lorna!
Good morning, Garda.
Can you sign in, please?
A detective, Colman. It's a huge accomplishment.
You ought to be very proud of yourself. I certainly am.
Thanks, Father.
I guess I'm just feeling a little out-of-place at the moment.
Ah, that's normal.
You'll get used to it.
I'm not talking about work, though.
Oh?
I think I want to find my mother.
My birth mother, that is.
Right...
And, um, I was wondering if there was anyone you could speak to?
Anyone I could speak to?
Yeah, cos Lazarus House is run by the Church, so...
I can have a think, er...
But I don't think I ever knew anyone at Lazarus House.
I never went there.
Is there no-one at all that you could speak to?
Colman, have you talked to your parents about all this?
Because I can't help but feel that this whole endeavour,
well, it would be a bit of a slap in the face for them.
You know, they've worked so hard to give you a good life.
Can you honestly say that this other woman would have done the same?
You all right?
Yeah...
Fine.
What are you doing here?
The Super said to keep an eye on you now that you're back in town.
Right.
There y'are now, lads.
Milk and three sugars.
Hey!
Hey, Priest!
Er, what year was it?
1986.
Ah, here we are.
If your daughter's buried in Kilkinure, she should be... here.
Agnes.
It means "Pure".
Beautiful name.
No luck?
Have you tried the county archives?
Er, no.
They have all the burials in the county in their system.
Just because she isn't in our records here,
it doesn't mean we can't find her.
Don't lose faith, Lorna.
Right.
I'm aware the Church probably has a lot to answer for,
after what they say you went through.
But I'd hate to think that a few rotten apples
had affected your relationship with God.
What?
What, my relationship with God?
Do you know Amy Kane?
She was in the laundry with me.
She used to tell me about this room in the convent.
You know, when a baby was born sick,
when there were complications...
when it looked like it might not make it,
the nuns would put the baby in this room
and just... wait.
They wouldn't intervene, call a doctor, do anything,
just wait and see.
Wait and see.
You know what she called this room?
She called it the Dying Room.
And I never believed her, but I do now.
So don't you worry, Father, about me and God.
I never met the man.
None of us did.
God never set foot in that place.
Heard anything back from the tech bureau?
The place was a mess, loads of prints and fibrous materials.
A fuckload of people came through the house.
Even found rabbit hairs.
What's that about?
And more blood splatter.
It's all Father Percy's.
What are you doing?
Did he have a phone?
Father Percy?
I didn't see a phone catalogued in evidence.
Well, I guess he didn't have one, then.
But there was one.
Could he have made a phone call that night?
If he called the cops, we'd know about it.
- And if he called someone else? - Maybe.
So, there's no phone in evidence,
there's no phone in the house. Where is it?
Look, you can see where the cord used to be.
- Fuckin' hell. - What if someone took it?
Someone who doesn't want us to know he called them.
Do you not think you might be
jumping to conclusions there, Colman?
Hi.
We're closing soon.
I'm just looking for a burial record.
Can you be careful with that?
- Did you find nothing? - No, sorry.
There's no record for Agnes Brady.
- Can you check again? - It's right here in front of me.
Is that where you keep the hard copies?
We've everything digitised.
Well, obviously, you don't.
Can I have a look in there, please?
We don't allow anyone into the archives
without prior written permission.
What, you're saying I can't see my own daughter's burial record,
- is that what you're saying? - No.
What I'm saying is, if there was a burial record for you to see,
it would be here, in front of me.
But it's not.
Why not?
I don't understand the question.
How can she have a death certificate?
I mean, how can she have died and have no fuckin' burial record?
- I can't help you if you're going to go causing a big scene now. - What?!
There's no-one here, ye gobshite!
I'll have to call security if you carry on like this.
But you're not going to take that, are you?
No.
No, no, I'm not.
- You're not what? - I want to get in there.
I want to have a look, please.
Let me have a look.
- Let me in. - Security?
Let me in!
Let me in! Can you let me in, please!
Shit... All right.
Thank you. Thank you very much.
I'm sure you're aware that this is a cause
that is very close to my heart.
The Magdalene Laundries
are a stain on our nation's history.
Was that a bit of a thin crowd in there?
Ah, I wouldn't worry about it.
Um, James, do you remember Lorna Brady?
I do.
Well, it seems that she's discovered a death certificate.
For the child that she had at the Mother & Baby Home? Oh.
I'd like to help her get some answers.
Of course.
Oh, my goodness, that's awful.
You know, I...
I've been waiting to tell you this but I...
I just thought I'd wait until I got confirmation,
but we're getting close, Niamh.
I have a meeting with Judge Ferguson.
He's the man who can recommend whether or not
the government will recognise the convent as a laundry.
- And he's very sympathetic. - OK, well...
that's great news, isn't it?
So, he'll be receptive to this?
These people are notoriously fickle, Niamh.
And I would hate us to...
to undo the good work that we have done.
If certain people were to get wind of the rumours
that I've heard about Miss Brady,
then we might have a problem.
I think we need to tread very carefully.
I'm sorry, Niamh.
I wish I could do more.
- See you tomorrow, Shane. - Good evening.
? Ajodun ayo fun e
? Ajodun ayo fun e, Lola!
? Ajodun ayo fun e! ?
Hip-hip! Hooray!
- Hip-hip! - Tayo!
- Stop hip-hipping, the house is going to burn down! - OK.
Father!
Help!
Father!
Fucking hell, what are you doing?
Are you OK?
I'm fine.
I just had a bad dream.
- You're drenched in sweat. - It's nothing.
It's nothing, you can go back to bed.
What was it about?
I was in a tunnel.
Someone was chasing me.
You had the same nightmares when you were little.
When we brought you home from Lazarus House.
I don't remember.
You would wake up screaming, "The Cruelty Man!
"Don't let the Cruelty Man get me!"
Cruelty Man...
You don't remember?
Mam, can I ask you something?
Of course. Anything.
Father Percy.
Did he have something to do with where I was born?
With Lazarus House?
I don't think so.
He just helped us to find the adoption agency.
What do you mean?
He gave us the number for the...
Sacred Shepherd people.
You mean the House of the Sacred Shepherd?
That was them.
Father Percy recommended them,
but they took care of everything after that.
_
1986...
Where are you, Agnes?
Where are you buried? Come on!
Agnes, Agnes, Agnes...
Come on...!
Where are you?
Come on!
Fuck!
You're not here.
_
Kilkinure Garda.
Massey?
Well...
If it isn't the prodigal son.
Yeah, for what it's worth, Massey, I'm sorry...
about what happened.
How it happened, I mean.
How's Lorna doing?
Not well.
Yeah, I'm sorry to bother you. I just had a quick question,
um, about the House of the Sacred Shepherd?
We said they shut down in 1979, right?
Yeah.
I think they were still operating until 1989.
Maybe longer.
And where's this all coming from?
Something my mam said.
Sorry, did you just say, "Something your mammy said"?
She told me that Father Percy put her in touch
with the House of the Sacred Shepherd.
And I was adopted through them.
That was as late as 5th of February, 1989.
What if they didn't shut down?
What if they just went underground?
If this is true, Massey, if I was adopted through these people,
what does that mean about me?
If what you're saying is right...
we're looking at a decade or more's worth of illegal adoptions.
How many kids is that?
Hundreds probably.
Thousands even.
If Father Percy played a role in that...
there's got to be a motive for his murder wrapped up there somewhere.
Something on this scale,
there'd have been a lot more people involved.
We know of at least one place they all had a connection to.
Lazarus House.
Where?
That's the place where I was born.
_
Yeah, it's Michael's phone. Leave me a message. Thanks.
I need your help, Michael.
Look, I'm sorry about what happened...
but I've found something.
_
I'm so sorry, Lorna.
And you're saying that Agnes is not the only one who died?
No.
Nearly three hundred children.
All in that convent.
How?
How did that many children die in a place like that?
I don't know.
Look, that's decades' worth of burial records.
Every graveyard in the entire county.
And I just want to know if any of these other kids are missing
or if my daughter was the only one without a grave.
Will you help me?
Course I will.
Thanks.
Here.
Thanks.
So, my secretary told me
that you wanted to speak to me about a memorial to Father Percy?
Yeah, that's right.
So, ahead of that, I'm just talking to the people that knew him best,
gathering some stories,
getting a bit of insight into his earlier days, y'know?
Before I knew him.
Is that your way of calling me old, Garda?
No, no, of course not, Your Grace.
Am I right in thinking
you were Chaplain of Lazarus House for a while?
Yes, I was.
Is that how you met Father Percy?
At Lazarus House?
Yeah, I understand he was there often, you know,
helping with the children?
Well, for my life, I can't remember.
Perhaps I am an old man!
So, you had no dealings with the House of the Sacred Shepherd, then?
Your Grace?
I've lost all track of time.
I have a very busy day today.
We'll have to finish this up another time.
If you were involved, you need to tell me now.
In what exactly?
Just tell me what you know.
You ungrateful boy.
You, of all people, should understand.
Understand what?
Daly, Darcy, Donaghy, Duncan...
No Doyle.
William Doyle, he's not here either.
How about yours?
I haven't found her yet.
What does this mean, Lorna?
How many's that, that have graves?
Three.
Three?
Three out of 298.
Like, what did they do with their bodies?
Lorna, this might be a bit...
They never left, did they?
- What? - They're still at the convent.
They have to be.
Like, what if we're looking at another Tuam, here in Kilkinure?
- You mean, like a...? - Like a mass grave...
somewhere in the grounds of the convent.
Go to the Guards with this.
- What? - Let them take care of it.
Then get the fuck out of this place.
This town.
I'm heading back to Dublin.
Come with me.
I can't, Michael.
I have to find her.
I have to find her body.
What are you going to do?
Colman! Get in here!
Is everything all right, Super?
No! Everything's not all right.
I've just gotten off the phone to Bishop Brendan Rice.
- Ah... - He's made a formal complaint against you.
Look, him and Father Percy were wrapped up in something together.
I can smell it on them.
- I was just waiting on something more until... - Stop!
I want you to hand over everything you've found to Drennan,
he's going to take it from here.
- What?! - Bishop Rice believes
that you are personally targeting and harassing him.
He used the word "discrimination"!
Discrimination!?
Look, I need to deal with this before he takes it any higher!
No! This is how it goes, right?
They call you, you tell me to stop,
I stop, and then everything gets buried
for another ten, 20, 30 years!
You need to be very careful how you speak to me, Sergeant!
And nothing happens!
Cos nothing ever fucking happens!
Take some leave.
I don't want you coming back to work for a while.
Fuck this.
Sister Eileen!
Come on, girls, move along!
What are you doing?
Lorna Brady.
You haven't changed a bit.
Just as bold.
Where did you bury her?
Who'd that be, now?
My daughter.
Agnes.
Daughter?
You never had a daughter.
You think because you gave birth
that makes you a mother?
Motherhood has to be earned, girl.
You said she'd be better off without me.
Then you left her to die, didn't you?
You killed my baby.
Tell me where she is!
Where's her body?
Who do you think you are?
Coming in here making demands of me.
- I know she's not the only one. - Do you, now?
You think I'm still scared of you, don't you?
Yes.
I do.
Well, maybe you ought to be scared of me.
Lorna...
you could have been with your daughter,
but you chose not to.
What are you talking about?
We were only trying to help.
You knew that.
But you couldn't even recognise your own child.
We wanted you to be together.
But when that proved an impossibility,
we were forced to make other arrangements for the girl.
No.
No, that's not true.
- You stole her from me... - Shush!
Shush!
Shush, that's enough of that, now!
Lorna, I know life hasn't been kind to you,
but you've got to stop blaming us for everything!
Take some responsibility for yourself, Lorna!
You failed your child!
The end.
You know I'm right, don't you?
Kilkinure Garda. Ah, Sergeant Massey.
I'm afraid she's back.
Aye, I see.
Well, I would appreciate some police assistance. Thank you.
Oh...!
Help!
Father!
I have no wish to press charges, Aidan.
It was a simple misunderstanding,
but it's all been cleared up now.
I can't keep doing this for you, Lorna.
This is going to be the last time that I let you off the hook.
Do you understand?
So, here's what we're going to do, we're going to finish our tea.
I'll drop you home and you're going to get a good night's sleep
and we'll pretend that none of this ever happened.
Clemence told me you gave her a cup of tea, too.
What'd you say?
She managed to escape one day.
On her own.
She went all the way into town...
in her bare feet.
She tried to make it to the train station, but then, you...
you picked her up.
You drove her here, you gave her a mug of tea
and you said something like,
"We'll be heading back, so..."
Then, you drove her back.
Our local Guard.
Would you like to know what Sister Eileen did to her for running away?
I don't want to hear any more!
I won't have you tarnishing me with the same brush...
How many other girls did you take back?
What else could I do?!
Where else could I take her? All of them?
Their own families didn't want to take them in, for Christ's sake!
So, you just drove them back?
Clemence would have ended up on the streets.
I did everything in my power to help her!
You gave her a mug of tea.
That's a list of all the children who died in the convent.
298 of them.
I could only find graves for three.
Where's the rest?
Just in case you feel like doing something about that.
_
This is, um...
I feel like I am in one of your interrogations.
Hmm.
I saw where I was born, Mam.
You went to Lazarus House?
I saw the tunnel,
from my nightmares.
You knew that place was real, didn't you?
No! I didn't know.
I thought it was just a dream!
It...
It... It doesn't matter now, Colman.
The important thing is we brought you home.
You always said that I could ask you anything.
- Of course you can! - Yeah, so tell me.
What happened at Lazarus House?
Look, we were new to this country.
We thought we were dealing with good Christian people.
We did what we thought was right. We got you out...
Stop!
No more excuses.
Tell me the truth.
We heard rumours that they were keeping you
separate from the others.
They called it...
the Reject Room.
They put you in there with all the other non-white children,
disabled children, traveller children.
All the other kids that nobody...
That nobody wanted.
I wanted you.
We want you.
You do know that, don't you?
I fell in love with you the moment I laid eyes on you.
I didn't want to tell you because...
no mother should ever have to tell this to her child.
I'm not your child though, am I?
Did you ever meet my real mother?
No.
Do you even know her name?
Her name was Catherine Ivers.
Did she ever try to find me?
I don't know.
You don't know.
Where are you going?
I'm leading an investigation
into the Lazarus House Mother & Baby Home.
I need to see any records from 1989.
Specifically, anything related to Catherine Ivers, Colman Ivers
or any other significant parties.
It's halfway down.
Thank you.
- You look well. - Do I fuck.
I've got to show you something.
_
But you're alive...
- Well, aren't you? - Yeah.
I'm alive.
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