He was released on licence.
He's served his sentence.
That's him. Michael McAllister.
I set up a fake account, Molly Bloom.
I was thinking about sending him a message.
I just wanted to see how he lived, all the things he has,
that my brother never had.
But you didn't actually enter the house?
No.
That would be a crime and you'd have to report it.
I can explain.
I just wanted to see his house in the flesh.
Raymie.
Have you got no shame?
It's not what you think.
It's exactly what I think. It's fucking twisted.
Oh, shit.
Shit, shit.
I'm actually quite touched that Raymie's so upset.
He isn't normally one to show emotion.
Just get in the car.
Are you saying he's... He's cold, or...?
He's a safe pair of hands.
You know, he's steady. No drama.
He isn't one to pick a fight.
Fucking fucking him! Him!
I'm not fucking him! I'm fucking with him.
I don't care about the semantics, Cathy, you...
I was messing with him! Are you following me?
Do you know why I'm here? You left your fucking iPad open.
I read everything.
- It's not like that. - Do you love him?
What?
I hate him.
He killed my brother.
- So naturally, you're friends with him online? - No, Molly Bloom is.
- You are Molly Bloom. - No, I'm not.
I made her up. She's not me. I'm using her to...
What were you going to get out of this?
Revenge.
Have you any idea how sick this is?
How insane?
- I can see it from your side. - From every fucking side, Cathy.
This isn't normal.
Do you think watching him like this without his knowledge,
do you think that that is acceptable behaviour?
I suppose it's a sliding scale.
Murdering someone would be on the other end of it.
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Honest to God, I just wanted to slap her stupid face.
Jesus.
I said to her, "How am I supposed to feel when I see that man?"
She says, "It's not for me to tell you how you should feel."
It just makes me want to scream.
So how's Raymie now?
Oh, watching me like a bloody hawk.
Or like a concerned husband.
Oh...
Ah. On cue.
Calls me five times a day to check I am where I say I am.
In case I'm still doing Michael McAllister.
Not still.
Look, he's scared.
He thinks you were cheating.
It means actually reading the book and not looking it up on Wikipedia,
because I will know.
It means not watching the film version, because it's different,
and I will know.
- In short... - You will know.
Very good.
Go on, go on now. Have a nice weekend.
Andrew.
Is there something I can help you with?
Uh, should I be in detention or what?
Should you be in detention?
For mooching off?
Should have answered the door.
Andrew McAllister?
Yes. You've, um...
You've been absent a lot recently.
Have I met your dad?
No. My mum, she does all the school stuff.
Well, it doesn't seem to be working, Andrew.
Maybe you could ask your dad to come in for a chat.
Yeah, sure.
Go.
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I'm home.
Could you come up?
Hiya. What's up?
Anything you want to tell me?
Who is she?
Who's who?
Whoever these belong to. They're black lace. Not exactly my style.
Oh, here now, would you ever wise up?
- Give me your phone. - What?
I want to see your phone.
- Here. Password's... - I know what the password is.
Here, think about it. Think about it.
There's two men in this house now, isn't there?
So...
he's either got a girlfriend or...
- Oh, don't. - Seriously? Hey, look. Boys will be boys.
And occasionally girls.
You know, before you start pointing the finger at me,
- you should be thinking about other things, like... - Michael.
What?
Do you not want this?
Aren't you going to check that?
Sally. Wants a chat.
Michael?
Sorry.
Come on to bed.
No, I'm fine.
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What time is it?
Well done, Da. You broke the iPad.
Oh, fuck.
My form teacher wants you to come in for a chat.
What? No, no. Your ma usually does all that stuff.
Yeah, well, he asked for you.
Thank you.
I'm going to go round Gary's to watch the match.
Sally never said.
I'm sure it'll be fine if you want to come.
I wasn't invited.
Hiya, love. Listen, I completely forgot about the football.
I mean, it is on every bloody evening, but...
No, it was just, um...
Raymie said that you were annoyed I didn't invite you round.
What the hell did he say that for? Of course I'm not annoyed.
Quiet one in with my boys, fine by me.
- How are they doing? - Much quieter when it's not their team.
- You mean when they're not drinking, more like. - Yeah.
Um, here, what are you doing Thursday?
Fancy a wee girlie night out?
Aye, perfect.
Could go to Murphy's.
Have a few drinks, let our hair down.
- Cathy, where are you? - Er...
I already told you.
You're not at bloody home, that's for sure.
Now tell me where you are and what the fuck you're doing.
You'll only shout at me.
Cathy.
I'm on the A5, following that fucking murderer.
Stay on the phone. I'm getting in the car right now.
- Well, John! How wonderful to see you. - Long time, no see.
- We'll get us a cup of tea. - That's great. Thank you.
Well, I'll talk to you later. Great seeing you again. Fantastic.
How you doing? Nice to see you. Very good to see you. And yourself.
Look, here they are. Better late than never.
All right? Sorry. Hope we didn't miss the...
Andrew had homework.
Oh, I see. Oh, don't worry. Wee trials...
OK, my brethren, this way, please.
Follow me now, Brothers of Caleb, into the room here.
All right, everybody in. Come on in...
Oh, Jesus.
What the fuck are you doing? What are you doing here? Cathy...
Seriously?
Shit!
I told you not to come.
What, so you could do something bloody stupid again?
And you took the child on a fucking stakeout?
He's grand.
"Stakeout".
- Well, look, what if Raymie finds out that you...? - Shh!
What?
What's that?
I don't know.
It's like a... male voice choir or something.
- Stay with Sasha. - Cathy! Ple...
Cathy!
Cathy, please come back. I beg you!
Please. You can't leave...
Cathy!
Mummy?
Thank you, brothers. Very nice.
Now, if you'd just follow me, grab a chair and we form a circle inside.
Thank you. Come on in.
Everybody grab chairs here,
and, uh, we'll just set them around here facing me.
Here, that'll be great.
What the fuck is she doing?
Now, this evening, we welcome a new disciple, Brother Cooper.
Brother Cooper, perhaps you can tell us why you are here.
It's worse than I thought!
They're born-again Christians.
Seriously, they're just the worst.
Cathy, love, this isn't funny.
I mean, I'm actually starting to feel sorry for him now.
- What? - Oh, come on!
He has served his time.
He's built a new life for himself.
He's found the fucking Lord, whatever.
What more do you want him to do?
It's like you're hoping he's still out there killing people.
Seriously.
He later passed away at the hospital.
My superiors accepted it was self-defence, but, um...
..I have such nightmares.
Brother Cooper, we are here for you.
We are, all of us,
to one degree or another, in the same boat.
We are all sinners.
The Lord is with you.
And the Lord is with us.
So let us pray now for Brother Cooper.
Be merciful, O Lord, to our offences, and...
Hey.
Do you know what? I just...
..don't want to hear it.
Because you're just going to keep doing
whatever it is you think you're doing.
You listen to no-one.
Seriously, I actually don't even know what to say to you.
Look, it's nearly full-time, so you'd
better get home before Raymie gets there.
Or maybe you don't care. I don't know.
No, Sally, please don't. I promise.
No. Do you know what? I have heard it all before, Cathy.
Just keep me out of it, all right?
I'll see you on Thursday.
At Murphy's.
- Dad? - What?
Look at the car.
Fuck.
Goodness' sake.
Michael?
Who's that?
I don't know, some flippin' lunatic on the loose or what?
Hey! Hey!
Hey.
Peace offering.
Come on.
I had a long talk with Raymie last night.
Everything out in the open, everything sorted.
Just to say it's done.
Michael McAllister's gone.
Locked in the shed at the bottom of my garden.
He's not actually locked in your shed?
Cathy, I swear, you're a stupid figure sometimes.
Now come on, give it here.
Where was I going to get a fancy coffee round here?
Worked, though, didn't it?
Saw your Michael McAllister yesterday.
- My Michael McAllister? - After you drove off like a nut.
I looked at him. He looked at me.
You were caught in his tractor beams.
He looks... so normal.
Yeah, that's how they get you.
Come on, let's go.
Are we still going to Murphy's?
You tell me you've stopped,
you've physically stopped this communication
with Michael McAllister. But...
..up here?
How does it end?
His wife throws him out.
Loses his job.
Loses everything.
An eye for an eye.
Let's talk about Terry.
How did you first cross paths with Michael McAllister?
Hey, love! Do you fancy coming over and giving us a kiss?
Come on.
You afraid your brother will catch you?
Fuck away off, then.
Come on, Michael, head on.
What else is there to say?
Terry! Stop!
Stop, Terry!
Terry, stop!
Get off me, Michael!
You Proddy bastard! You're dead!
Do you hear me? Dead!
Stay the fuck away from my sister.
Cathy?
Cathy.
- What do you think? - Yeah.
Yeah. Pretty deep.
Yeah, I tried some stuff on it,
but obviously it didn't make much of a difference.
You need the industrial stuff.
- Leave it with me. - Ah, good man, Leo. Thank you.
It's quiet.
Aye.
One spit of rain and it's tumbleweeds.
Sorry, love.
None of my business, but are you OK?
I'm fine, thank you.
Sorry.
Bloody men.
Really?
Why's that not a surprise?
One minute you're all loved-up, the next they're complete shites.
I'm sorry. I'm sure you don't want to hear about this.
You think you know them and then they just...
..do something.
Still, maybe just a fight, hey?
Worse?
Oh, love.
Do you know what? Sometimes you just need to let it all out.
And not to your friends or family.
You don't want them thinking you're having problems, but...
..you can tell a complete stranger.
- Mr McDaid? - Yes.
- Come on in. - Hiya. Nice to meet you.
Have a, have a seat.
Sorry, I was waiting for Andrew out there, but I don't think he's, er...
Yes, he's supposed to be here now, but, er...
- Should we get started? - Yeah.
Yeah. And then... Yeah.
So the thing is, Mr McAllister...
Oh, Michael, please.
None of this Mr McAllister stuff.
Uh, yeah. Well, the thing is, er, truancy is...
Look, we all did it when we were kids, and it's kind of expected.
Off the record, we're not going to throw the book at any pupil
who sneaks a day here and there.
But when it becomes excessive,
it's quite often indicative of something else.
Something that might be happening at home.
Er...
Maybe we just need to put the fear of God into him,
- so he doesn't do it again. - Yeah. We don't do the...
- the fear of God these days. - OK.
Sorry, I... I really didn't know he was skipping school now.
To this extent.
That's... that's not on.
So, er...
I mean, we actually moved from the north a few years back,
and you know how it is up there.
You know?
Everyone in some way connected to all that... shit.
This was supposed to be about you and I can't shut up.
And I don't even know that he's done anything wrong. It just...
There's always a sliver of doubt.
I don't know what I'd do if I found somebody else's knickers.
But he thinks that our son...
You know, I read somewhere that cheaters
are like serial killers.
- They always take a memento. - Is that true?
It feels like it might be.
Goodness.
Did you check his phone?
He handed it over no bother.
That's good.
Unless he already deleted it.
You're awful.
Don't mean to be.
Maybe I'm too cynical.
Do you love him?
What?
Yes, course.
There's no "course" about it.
- Well, why, do you not love your...? - Yeah, absolutely.
That's what makes it so hard.
He's solid, dependable, knows how to wire a plug.
What's he like in bed?
You're asking a lot there for a free sticky bun.
No, I just mean, you know what they say, that
that's the root of every...
No complaints.
What about your, uh...?
Solid, dependable. Knows how to wire a plug.
Question is...
..do we stick or do we twist?
That was unexpected.
It was lovely.
And you know, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.
I don't even know your name.
Molly.
It's Molly, Lena.
How did you know my...?
Oh.
Sorry, could I get a menu, please?
Yeah. Of course.
You just want your kid looking up to you.
You know?
He's a bit young yet to realise I'm only human.
But when I was actually...
When I was a young man...
..a boy, really... I was on the periphery of something.
Something that I had no control over, and...
..I was punished for it, if you know what I mean.
Do you think Andrew might know already?
He doesn't.
Just as a dad, you worry.
Maybe you should have a conversation with Andrew about this.
I will when he's older,
and when I'm...
Dad?
You said you'd wait for me.
- Yeah, but you were late. Where were you? - I had detention.
Well, that says it all, doesn't it?
- Morning. - Hiya.
Good man.
Brother Sullivan.
How are you?
Good?
Look, I know you're a busy man.
- I was just wondering if you could do me a little favour. - Mm-hm?
There was a woman outside my house last night
and she vandalised my son-in-law's car.
Now, if I were to send you a licence plate,
maybe you could track her down.
It's not quite as simple as that, Mr Sullivan. These days,
we've all kinds of bells and whistles to stop that kind of thing.
But if you're reporting a crime,
then absolutely I can investigate that for you.
Well, as it's family, I'd really prefer to keep this private.
I was hoping to rely upon the solidarity
of the Brothers of Caleb.
Mm?
Well, if it's not to be, it's not to be.
But I'll tell you what, I'll text it to you now,
and I'll leave it up to your own conscience.
Wait.
OK, I... I'll see what I can do.
Thank you. And bless you.
Er, and while you're there, see what else you can find out?
- There's not really anything... - There's a brother in need.
I think we've all been there.
Yes.
Of course.
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Keep going!
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Daddy.
Yeah.
An unexpected surprise.
Well, they usually are.
So...
..talk to me.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Come on, Cathy.
Come on.
Prick. Fucking prick.
It's too much.
Hi.
- Hello. - Hi.
This is a bit... bit bold.
Yeah, I know, but... we're not doing anything wrong.
Ish.
I know what you're after.
Erm...
..what?
It's the bus company executive expense account.
Oh, you got me in one.
I can spot them.
I'm sorry. Here.
All right?
I'm just being stupid, aren't I?
Did he tell you his car was vandalised?
No. Er...
But I saw or I think I saw...
"Cheater"?
Er, this woman.
Do you recognise her?
Sally Bowman is her name.
She's a teacher.
No?
What are you saying, Daddy? That they're...?
I don't know.
But I'm going to find out.
Oh, Daddy, you can't just come round here and show me that
and then say that you don't know.
You can't go around accusing people of...
He's my husband.
Yes, he is.
And perhaps he needs reminding
about the vows he took before the Lord.
He's been straying away from the true path for some time now.
No, Daddy, we're just busy.
Moving yous across the border?
No.
No, he wouldn't have an affair.
He just wouldn't.
The ones that wouldn't are usually the ones who do.
He's no longer the little broken waif
he was when he first came to us.
And if he's capable of murder, well...
Leave it with me, all right?
It's not funny.
It kind of is!
- Whose were they? - I don't know, not mine!
- Hopefully not. - Nor hers.
I thought maybe my son... you know teenage boys... but even that's...
And you're sure there aren't any skeletons?
Knickerless skeletons in your closet?
I don't mess around.
I don't.
This isn't messing around.
Is it?
And there's nobody at work who might have set you up?
Somebody you didn't promote? Some work wife?
I don't think so.
Maybe I'll never find out.
Maybe you won't.
But it certainly adds a little bit of spice, doesn't it?
Maybe we all need a little bit of spice.
Oh, I should go.
This was really nice.
Is that her?
The woman from my home.
- Where did you get these? - It doesn't matter, I got 'em.
I don't know. I really didn't get a very good look at her.
Well, take a look now.
Sally Bowman, 40 years old, 103 Silver Arch Gardens.
A teacher at a primary school.
But then again, you probably knew all that already.
What are you talking about?
Lena thinks you're playing away from home.
Because some woman might have written on my car?
Yeah, your car, from all the cars there.
Then of course there's the underwear.
Lena found the underwear.
You're literally having your dirty linen washed in public.
Well, you are putting two and two together and getting five.
I am not having an affair.
I don't know who this woman is.
I don't.
I... Jack, I'm not doing anything wrong, I swear to God.
Yeah, well, there's something going on, and I intend to get to the bottom of it.
- Nothing's going on! - Michael, you are a sinner.
You murdered someone.
I gave you a second chance,
and from that, you got a fine career,
my daughter for a wife, and a good kid.
But all these things...
..can be taken away.
Cathy, I'm going to get us some more drinks, OK?
Did you hurt yourself?
What?
When you fell from heaven.
Fuck away off. She's married.
You're drunk.
But in the morning, I will not be.
- Michael. Michael. - What?
Why'd you have to tell that fucking
old fucker about those fucking knickers?
- Mmm? - Get off.
Why can't you just keep your fucking mouth shut?
Huh?
Tell me you weren't driving.
Huh?
I was too drunk to walk.
What have you done to yourself?
Ow!
I fell, OK?
Your da's such a supercilious wanker.
I'm not having an affair. You hear me?
I'm not a fucking murderer.
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