Heavy cloud there, Conor.
- Heavy cloud. - Yeah.
The sky is wearing the right outfit for a day like this.
- We shouldn't be here. - I'll turn around...
No, the procession, I mean. This here, this is for family.
Turn here. We'll get the boys to follow.
What in God's name do you think you're doing here?
Leave her be.
He'd be alive if it weren't for you.
Your filth that he stuck in his arm.
Just business as usual for you, though, right?
He was a good boy.
He didn't deserve this.
Frank McDonnell.
Slow down there.
I understand, yeah.
No, no, no. I'll be right there. Yeah.
You all right?
Briain's been killed.
Shit. What happened?
Business as usual.
Hey!
Yeah, I hope it's OK that I'm calling you.
Cos I'm not really... I'm not sure what the number here is. But...
Not a bother, not a bother.
- Are you all right? - 'No, no.'
I'm not. I'm... I'm not really cos I just witnessed a murder.
'I saw Niamh kill a man.'
Are you sure he's dead?
Yeah.
Pretty sure. Yeah.
'I can send you my location.'
'There.'
Are you in danger?
I don't think so. There's no one around.
'Get out of the area anyhow.'
'I can't leave the scene.'
I'm telling you it might be dangerous.
Look, I'll be fine, I'll just...
find some place nearby and I'll wait for you.
Helen, for the love of God, can you just...
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I'm going to have to go.
And I am sorry I let you fall.
But you're all right now, aren't you, Mary?
- Ruairi Slater. - Morning, Deirdre.
What are you going to do about that smell there?
- Excuse me? - That big stink
wafting out of your house, stinking up my laundry.
I've actually got Garda business, if you don't mind.
If it's the pipes, Ruairi Slater, you need them cleaning.
Get them men in the suits with the long poles
to do the poking and the whatnot.
I'll get right on that, all right.
Are you not looking after yourself?
Cos it's all right to ask for help, Ruairi.
You know that.
I've really got to be going.
All right, dear Deirdre, I'll make that call, the men with the poles.
All right.
No, no, no, no, please, please, please.
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
Fuck.
_
Wait! What are you doing?
- I'll get myself back. - Bollocks you will.
How are you gonna drive with half your face missing?
I'll be fine.
You two need to stay here and find that little bastard!
- We're going with you. - No, no, no!
- That's the fucking end of it! - You're not thinking straight.
You bring him back, but you bring him back blue.
- That wasn't the deal. - Bollocks to the deal.
What's Frank going to say, huh?
Frank doesn't need to know.
But the whole point of this in the first place...
Was a mistake!
He needs to be put down, so get to it!
Little prick's got a fucking head start on us and all!
Really? I don't want to look stupid.
You'd look more stupid drinking beef through a straw
like your cousin, Ushi.
Jesus.
What does that say?
It says that peace time's over, Liam.
That's what it says.
Come on.
Hi.
Can I get like a... like a coffee? Or something?
Actually, make that something stronger.
Like top end of things, strength-wise.
I just saw a man get killed, so...
I'm sorry?
- Is that funny here? - You tourists are all the same.
You sound like you're a long way from home there.
Yeah, I am.
Where the hell are you?
Fuck.
- There's nothing down there. - I'm sure I saw him this way.
It's beautiful, isn't it?
I had this dream last night where I was at a dinner party.
And all these famous people were there, like...
John Legend was serving the wine.
And so, we start eating,
I look down at my hands to pick up my knife and fork,
and I had...
I had these, like, sausages for fingers.
What the fuck are you on about?
Come on. We should go.
What do you think it means?
Like, losing your teeth or turning up to school naked, I understand,
but sausages for fingers?
Should I go vegan? Cos it's something that's occurred to me.
We need to go.
- All right, yeah. - And split up.
We'll cover the island faster.
All right.
Where are you going?
I can't get over the view.
Fuck.
I could stand here for days.
You don't think the sausages is about putting on weight, do you?
- Fergal, come on! Come on! - Yeah. Yeah. OK.
Fucking sausages.
It's not like he can get very far.
There's only one way off this island.
Elliot? Oh, my God. Where are you? 'Are you OK?'
Helen, thank fuck.
Elliot?
Hello? Can you hear me? Where are you?
'Island... Ireland...'
I know we're in Ireland. Where in Ireland?
No, I'm on an island.
'Island...'
I'm on an island off Ireland.
'Island...'
I'm on an island, Helen.
Stop saying Ireland!
I need you to be careful, Helen, OK?
Anyone you're talking to, just don't...
Elliot.
Oh, come on.
Fuck.
Fuck's sake.
Bollocks!
How fucking old are you?
Just answer my questions, OK?
Stop it!
Jesus, will you stop slapping me?
I don't want to hurt you, OK? You're just a child.
Would you stop grabbing my fucking beard?
OK, now...
Now I'm going to hurt you.
No. No, no.
How do I get off this island?
What's that?
I can't talk with a gun in my mouth.
'Fergal?
See anything yet?'
Get up.
Go on there. Say a word and I'll fucking kill you.
I won't say nothing.
Anything.
What?
"I won't say anything."
"I won't say nothing" is a double negative.
- So, what's a double negative? - Just answer the fucking thing.
Yeah, it's all clear.
'Where have you been?'
I was...
on the toilet.
'Again?
You need to sort out your diet, Fergal.
- 'Those beans'll be the end of you.' - God's sake.
Now, come on.
Can I at least do up my flies?
Can you give a man that?
Go on.
I think I broke my leg.
- I can't bleedin' look. - My heart bleeds for you.
How do I get off this island?
If you help me, I'll show you.
There's a rowboat
half an hour from here. I could take you.
- Please, please... - And I'm supposed to trust you?
You will try and probably fail to kill me first chance you get.
No, please.
Please, I need to get to a hospital.
- Good luck! - You can't just leave me here!
Please! Please don't.
You can't.
I'm afraid of the dark.
Oh, shit.
The... humble bread roll.
That's where this journey's culinary journey, begins.
Served with this little rectangle of delight,
churned from the udder of a bovine.
So, yeah, the first thing I notice about the bread
is that it's cold to the touch.
Like it's been in the fridge.
Maybe it has been in the fridge.
That would explain the coldness.
Sorry. My bread roll.
Hot potato and gravy! We're going down!
- It's just turbulence. - That's how it starts.
That's how it starts. "It's just a rash," they say.
'Ladies and gentlemen,
'the captain has now switched on the seatbelt signs.
'Please ensure your seatbelts are fastened and secure.'
Do you mind if I talk to you?
I just... I-I find it helps to talk.
Yeah, I noticed.
OK.
My name's Ethan, Ethan Krum.
- Lena. - Well, strap in, Lena.
Because turbulence, but also because I have a tale to tell.
You see, I'm going to Ireland for a very special someone.
A female woman who goes by the name of Helen.
He called.
Elliot. He called, but the signal was terrible
and he just kept saying that he was in Ireland.
So, he's still in Ireland, then. That's good, right?
Well, maybe we can trace it?
How long did it last?
I don't know. A minute.
Maybe less.
Not enough to get anything other than that he sounded scared.
Look, he called, so he's OK. That's something.
Come on. Shall we take a look at this murder, huh?
- All right. OK. - Come on.
What were you doing in this part of town, anyway?
I got a weird feeling from Elliot's mum yesterday,
so I followed her.
Once a police officer, always a police officer, uh?
- Are you on your own? - Afraid so, just little old me.
I saw someone die, Ruairi.
I mean, what about forensics and securing the scene and...
What the Christmas?
No, it was right here.
I mean, the body, it was... It was just here.
And there was a word written on the wall.
- Frank McDonnell, is it? - It is.
You wouldn't happen to have seen
any dead bodies, would you now, Frank?
Oh, I think I'd have noticed something like that, Sergeant.
Detective Sergeant Ruairi Slater.
We've met a few times, actually, but that's OK.
Sorry, I've never been any good with names.
I could tell you when the Battle of Aughrim was,
but you asked me who me barber is and I go blank.
I saw it right here.
This man is destroying a crime scene, we need to get...
Do you want to take a look around, Detective?
Be my guest.
I didn't...
see your badge there.
I'm not with the police.
The Garda, we call them around these parts.
And I can see that.
So, what are ya?
A well-meaning busybody, is it?
Sticking her nose in where it's not wanted.
I'm not scared of you.
Then you don't know who you're fucking talking to, miss.
We'll be out of your hair now, Mr McDonnell.
Wait, have you gone troppo?
- I'm telling you what I saw... - We're going now.
- What the heck was that? - Just get in the car, OK?
Tell you what, I couldn't get some water, could I?
Fuck's sake.
- Why do you have to make it so hard on yourself? - I was just...
stretching.
- For my gun? - No, like my triceps and stuff.
So, where the hell are we?
What is this place?
My family's used as a smuggling spot since... forever.
But then maybe, like, 60 years ago, there's this big set-to.
Like a proper Western shootout
because the Cassidys came for us.
And when it was done, Frank's uncle said
he wanted the bodies to rest where they lay
as, like, a reminder.
Who are the Cassidys?
Who are they?
They're your family.
They're... I'm a Cassidy?
Right down to your bastard bones.
Why do you think your man goes by Elliot Stanley, then?
Shouldn't it be Elliot Cassidy?
That's what you want to talk about?
I'm more interested in why the flippers we're driving away
from the person who took him.
Why would you think Frank...
Frank McDonnell owns Kilgal whiskey, right?
Same bottles we found at the scene
and Niamh took one look at that photo and went white.
That's why I followed her there.
Christ, you're a smart one.
Why are you so scared of Frank McDonnell?
Did you ever hear the Hatfields and the McCoys?
That's the McDonnells and the Cassidys for you.
Far back as anyone can remember,
they've been stepping on each other's toes,
then stomping on each other's heads,
all the while going about their day jobs,
buying and selling drugs.
Things have been quiet between them for the past few years, so I don't know
- why now all of a sudden... - Wait, wait. Wait, wait, wait.
You're telling me that Elliot's mum is part of all of this?
Well, she's not just part of it. She runs it.
The Cassidy side, anyway.
You knew who she was when she came in
and you didn't say anything.
- Are you on the take? - Christ, no!
If you don't believe me, you should see my house.
Really, I'm not, but it's just things around here...
They're complicated, OK?
Well, even if you're not, someone is taking bribes.
Your boss, maybe?
Maybe that's why Niamh was so desperate to talk to him when she came in?
All I know is any investigation that's open
concerning those families is shut down
quicker than a restaurant with a kitchen full of badgers.
Very quick, like.
But you'd want to be very careful
going around asking too many questions.
These people, both families, they're not messing around.
Why do you and those other geniuses want me dead?
You weren't supposed to be dead. You were supposed to be helping us get to...
No.
No, I'm not saying any more. Too smart.
Right.
Well, don't say it like that,
like I'm not smart.
No, you're obviously too smart for it.
Very sorry.
I don't really feel like you mean that.
So, are you going to help me find this boat or what?
Well, I said I would, didn't I?
And I meant it.
I'm a man of my word.
God, if my family knew I was helping a Cassidy.
Christ.
You're the enemy, you are.
What is it that I've done that makes me the enemy?
Please.
Tell me... Tell me something, I...
I need to know.
Do I even have family here?
Do I? I mean,
I know it was you lot who sent me that note.
Tommy.
There was a photograph of me from when I was younger,
so you obviously know something.
She's going to find us.
All right.
That's it.
Let's go.
Yeah, that's gonna hurt.
You said we were going to Niamh Cassidy's house.
No, you said we should go there.
I very deliberately didn't say anything.
I thought that was you agreeing.
That was me being polite. I'm not big on saying no.
I'm a people pleaser.
Look, Elliot is in trouble. We have to do something.
I am.
I'm going to go through that big rucksack of his, log all his possessions, like.
And how is that gonna help?
It's... procedure.
If his mum is who you say she is, she'll know more.
She can help.
You've had a heck of a time of things.
Go back to the hotel, get some rest.
Not that you need it, because you always look, you know,
very fresh.
If I hear anything, I'll be in touch.
You're sort of in my car.
Fine!
Let's speed it up a bit, yeah?
Need to get off this island, preferably in one piece.
- I'm trying. - Try harder.
This isn't going to end well for you.
Well, right now it's just me
against some idiot with a sprained ankle,
- so I'll take my chances. - It's broke.
And that's very rude calling me an idiot.
Look, I need to sit down, just for a hot minute.
This is killing me.
Fine.
Just for a minute.
How far is this boat?
Not far.
Not far at all.
If you're thinking about hitting me with that thing, think again.
Fuck me. I thought you were a man of your word.
I am.
Jesus!
- What was that for? - You're doing it to yourself.
I'm just... looking at it.
- I like rocks. - Oh, yeah?
What is it about this particular rock that's drawn your eye?
Well, it's quite smooth. See?
- Smooth, yeah? - Yeah.
Except this bit, which is actually kind of like...
- Flat? - Yeah, flat.
Amazing things, rocks, aren't they?
Give us it here. Yeah.
Have you forgotten that I still have your gun?
I was just looking at the rock.
Is your leg OK?
- No, it's broken. - Right.
Thanks for asking, though.
Look, I'm sorry for calling you an idiot.
That's all right.
I am.
Frank always says I am, anyway.
Who's Frank?
The big man.
He's the whole reason for all of this, taking you.
It's all for him.
Why?
Honestly,
I don't know.
No one really tells me anything important.
If it were up to me, I'd much rather be
lying on the couch with a nice ice-cold beer
edging one out to Salma Hayek than be here.
All this feud stuff
bores the shite out of me, truth be told.
Well, if you can get me to this boat,
then that very specific dream might become a reality.
Come on, before your sister finds us.
Ffff-arts!
Fuck's sake!
- Can you talk some sense into him? - It hurts.
Sit still and let Assam sort your face out.
Looks like you're fixing for Halloween.
So, I've just come from your cousin Briain's place.
What's he got to say for himself?
Well, not a lot, Donal, actually.
On account of the butcher's knife sticking out of his eyeball.
- You're joking? - You tell me, boy.
Am I known for my sense of humour?
- Jesus. - Yes.
Niamh Cassidy did it herself.
Walked in bold as brass.
Wrote the word Cogadh in your cousin's blood on the wall.
Have you been keeping up with your Gaeilge?
No, course you're not.
It means "war", Donal.
And what the fuck else did you expect?
Taking Niamh Cassidy's son.
Four good years we've had minding our own business,
and now this.
There'll be fucking hell to pay, both sides.
- We did it for you. - Bollocks!
There's been something between the two of you
since before he skipped town.
And whatever that thing was, you wouldn't let it lie.
No, really.
We did it for you. It was...
It was for your birthday.
Sorry.
We saw an opportunity,
getting him back over here.
I thought we'd use the little fucker to squeeze Mama Cassidy.
And that maybe, finally,
she could give back what she took from you.
- Was that so? - Yeah.
I thought she'd listen if we had her son.
I didn't...
I never thought it would start another war.
That's all right.
OK.
I know you laugh at me.
For building all this.
See, some people think history
is just a bunch of names
and dates to cram into your head.
They think it's just...
what happened.
But it's so much more than that.
It's everywhere.
We never laughed at you.
Good.
Because what people seem to forget
is that history
has a real habit of repeating itself.
You're back, I see.
You're not actually supposed to be in here when...
I couldn't just sit around in a hotel room doing nothing.
He needs me.
Why the heck did I say we should come here?
My mam used to say everything happens for a reason.
When she got scabies from the DPD fella,
she stopped saying it like but...
It's true. Life, there's...
a path, see, and all the wrong turns, all the blind alleys,
they're all part of the journey.
Maybe this is exactly where you're supposed to be.
You just didn't know it yet.
What are you on about?
You must have thought coming here was worth taking the risk.
Whatever that reason was,
it hasn't changed just because things have gone bad, like.
You can't change the past.
That's kind of the problem.
How is he supposed to move on...
if he doesn't even know where he's coming from?
You, you're just a sweet-hearted,
beautiful woman
with a smile that I'd love to just put in me pocket and...
you deserve someone who's going to treat yourself right.
Are you hitting on me?
No.
Oh, Jesus, Mary and the little ones. No, no!
Jesus! That would be very unprofessional, actually.
And also, you know, it would be a violation of several diff...
Can I...
see that?
I... guess you didn't know about this.
I have to go.
Where?
These people are dangerous, Helen. You need to...
be careful.
You know, Lena, I really do appreciate your time
listening to me ramble on about my love life.
It genuinely has helped me to sort of be a little bit calmer.
What the actual bananas is happening?
- Ethan, you're hurting my arm. - Oh, cripes! I'm sorry.
I didn't even get your consent to hold it, did I?
This is the exact kind of thing
Julian goes on about in the webinar.
Toxic behaviour! It's a slippery slope, Lena.
First it's your arm, then it's one of your buttocks.
And I don't know why I'm talking about your buttocks.
Sorry. Forget it.
Tell me about you. Tell me about you. Why are you going to Ireland?
Is it business or pleasure?
- Both. - Both?
Tell me more.
OK.
I sent a message many months ago.
It went ignored and then one day...
ding, an answer.
So now there is a man in Ireland and I intend to surprise him.
Oh, Lena's got herself a fella.
Good on you, doll.
Sorry, that's misogynistic vernacular.
Good on you, madame.
So how are you going to surprise this mystery fella of yours?
I'm going to make him pay for everything he's done.
That bit of water, there.
I recognise that. We're on the right track.
I'm so thirsty.
Stop, stop, stop!
I wouldn't drink that, if I were you.
I had a fourth cousin die on a family holiday out here once.
That plant over there, the leaves fall into the water.
It'll poison you up right good and proper.
We had a deal.
Like I said, man of my word.
You know, whatever it is I did to your family,
I'm sure it was awful because I have done some terrible things.
Things that I'm still not sure I can live with.
You know, I tried once...
to end it all, but...
my girlfriend, she...
She pulled me out of it.
It was selfish, just another way out.
But I'm ready to answer for the things that I've done,
whatever they are.
But I need to look them in the eye.
Even if they fucking blind me.
You need to speak to Niamh Cassidy.
Your mam.
My... My mother?
- You know my mother? - Yeah.
Lives in a village called Cloghal.
It's not too far from where we grabbed you up, actually.
Fuck.
Fuck!
Yeah.
Thanks.
I want... I want to speak to Niamh.
I'm not going anywhere until she comes out and speaks with me.
Helen.
I don't remember telling you where I live.
I saw you.
I saw what you did to that man.
- Is that so? - The McDonnells took your son,
and you go murder one of their family?
You think that's gonna bring Elliot back?
You're just making it worse for him.
You're here in my land,
speaking about things
you couldn't possibly hope to understand.
I understand that killing somebody
isn't gonna help a flaming thing.
And what is?
We both want the same thing.
OK? We just want him back... safe.
There is so much I don't know, but if we helped each other...
I have things in hand.
You were right when you said we want the same thing.
Cos I love my son, and I'm sure you do.
But you don't know him, sweetheart, not really.
You don't even know his real name.
Then tell me.
Why don't you just tell me?
I've got a lot on my plate, darling.
I'm not sure you're aware,
but a war just started.
So, you take care of yourself
and let me do what needs to be done.
- Well, it's... - _
- to the point, I suppose. - _
That's my great, great...
I want to say great aunt.
I'm not too sure.
She was a great woman, though.
Used to sit here a lot, apparently.
Sure she wouldn't mind if I had a little sit down.
Still no signal.
I got through to her before, down by the sea.
'Fergal, it's me.'
Yeah, it's me.
I'm by Bridget's bench. He's got me.
'I'm coming there now.'
So, you told her where we are?
I told her where we are.
That's that, then.
Can I help you with something?
Is Ruairi...
Is Detective Slater about?
Oh, no. He had to get back home.
It's sort of his day off.
But he did say to help you with whatever you wanted.
Good.
Then I want to see every file you have
on the incident at the Scláta Café,
on Frank McDonnell, on Niamh Cassidy...
We're not exactly supposed to hand out
that information to members of the public.
I could just call your boss, Detective Slater, if that's what you want.
How do you think that's gonna go,
when he finds out you didn't tell me what I wanted?
Yeah, not well.
Not well.
Donal gets his fucking face burnt off and takes himself home
but you, you have to go back with a sprained ankle.
- It's broke! - Just...
- He's not going anywhere. - You don't know that.
- Who are you calling? - What do you think?
- Diamond Express Cars. - 'Bonjour, Timothee.'
Frank McDonnell.
Mr McDonnell, to what do I owe this pleasure?
'Niamh Cassidy's boy is back.'
We had him, but he slipped away.
You think you could help?
'We'd make it worth your while.'
More than usual.
Yes, we can help.
So, where's Frank, then?
In the distillery.
With Donal, most likely.
Come on. Here, I'll give you a hand.
I need to get back in case he's still there.
You wouldn't get Aoife's old wheelchair for me, would you?
- You're joking. - Well, it's broke, Orla.
Go on, then.
If you tell anyone about this, we're both dead, you understand?
- I understand. - Now get out of here.
What?
Well, I heard her say that Frank is at the distillery.
- Is that close by? - Yeah.
Just around the corner there.
If you know what's good for you, you'd get the hell out of here and not come back.
You know, I know I'm a Cassidy and I'm meant to hate you,
but as far as I can tell, you're not all bad, you McDonnells.
_
Ruairi?
It's Helen.
I tried calling your phone, but you didn't answer.
I saw a fly fishing magazine on your desk with the address on it
and thought maybe it'd be OK if I popped round.
It's just I saw the DNA report in your files.
And... you either missed something or...
you somehow forgot to tell me something
pretty flipping big.
_
Ruairi?
_
Ruairi?
It's Helen!
I really need to talk to you.
Why didn't you tell me about that report?
Ruairi?
What is that smell?
Jesus, what are you doing here?
Stay upstairs! No! No, no, no!
No, no, no!
Oh, Jesus.
Shite!
I wish you hadn't have seen that, Helen, I...
I wish to God you hadn't seen that.
_
'I'm Elliot Stanley!
'I went missing a long time ago!
'I'm Elliot Stanley!
'I went missing a long time ago!'
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