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Maria...
Why return my letter unopened?
Because the others were so dreary.
Yes!
I've asked my wife for a divorce!
- Did I tell you to do that? - Not in so many words!
Oh Christ, Hughie!
It was just sex.
Now, if you don't mind,
I would like to drink alone before the airport bus arrives.
I'm going back to Germany.
- Burn everything inside. - Right.
Four tenners, new handbag. Sound.
- Come on... - Hey!
Oh hey! I... found your handbag.
Yeah, tell that to the Guards.
Yoo-hoo!
Okey...
- Oh my God! - The bullet went straight through.
I can make it.
I mean, I could have left you there to bleed out, right?
I help you, no cops.
I have a record! I can't deal with the law.
Now promise, no Guards!
A car.
Pray...
No, Elvira!
Elvira!
Elvira, wake up!
Elvira!
Okay. Hey, are you...
Are you okay?
Fuck... oh, fuck!
I'm sorry.
Elvira... Elvira!
Please, love!
Wake up!
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Whatever I did...
I'm sorry.
I won't do it again.
Maria Riedle's body was in the boot of your car.
And then it hit me.
Those women that were murdered in the midlands,
the DNA was ruined by the snow.
So I knew I'd one shot.
Once I knew you were safe upstairs,
I nipped out in the car, went down to the woods,
picked up the gun, dumped the body,
and then hosed out the boot.
My God.
Dad saved me.
So this is why you drink?
Kinda.
What does 'kinda' mean?
Okay, yeah.
We'll park that for now.
Who are you texting?
Emerson.
He think you're up to your neck in this mess.
I need to throw him off the scent.
We've got bigger fish to fry than Emerson at the moment.
Well, it can't get any worse, can it?
The rifle.
Oh look, it can.
I've been moving it around from place to place.
So after the guards had finished searching the lake,
I dropped it in there, and it was safe.
But then, of all people, Hughie finds it.
Hughie?
So that's why he's been sniffing around me at work.
He's just looking to see what he can find.
But he doesn't know who owns the rifle yet.
Yet! Jesus, Dad!
When were you going to tell me this?
- We're sitting ducks here! - Hang on,
to keep you in the dark was to protect you,
that was the risk I was willing to take.
Even if they came to the door, I was gonna say that I shot her.
Yeah, but you didn't shoot her.
From now on,
neither did I.
- Are you texting Emerson again? - Yeah.
Why?
Because he's staying at Hughie's.
We have more than just the passport.
Hughie's letter to Maria...
does not shine him in a good light.
So I went back and checked the weather.
From five years ago.
At the night Maria was killed?
My dad said I could vouch for his whereabouts.
Yeah, you know...
about that, there's something I've been meaning to tell you...
Cool! I'll go first, shall I?
Do not let him talk.
So you wanted to know Dad's comings and goings,
so that's why I went back and checked the weather.
And the night Maria was killed, it snowed.
And it snowed for three whole days.
The town came to a standstill.
And that's when I remembered...
You know this word for word.
Well, first of all... what has Dad told you?
Eh... that he drove him home after eleven.
Drove?
No, Dad walked.
Sorry.
It slipped my mind, he can't drive.
No, he can drive.
I mean, who do you think taught me?
Right.
Yeah, so he left here and went to the chipper.
Which is a dump.
I always said he'd get food poisoning. And guess what?
- He did! - He did!
So that night, I wanted to drive him to the doctor,
but the snow was too heavy.
So, I kept him in bed for three days,
and nursed him back to health.
Then, on the third day...
This sounded much better at home!
He finally ate something,
and we were listening to the radio, and we heard that Maria's body had been found,
and that's how I remember everything my dad did that night.
- Okay then. - Nailed it.
Now to stick the landing.
Okay.
A school night.
Gotta go!
Oh... you asked me for a drink.
- Which we've had! - Well, one more won't kill you.
I know what one more means.
Look...
I like you.
Well I...
more than like you.
But I'm not going to be a shoulder to cry on.
You're obviously on the rebound.
I liked you, the minute I met you.
How many women have you used that line on?
Ah, come off it.
Everyone's got a body count.
- It's not like I'm asking for yours. - Six.
You've...
What, six?
Yeah.
I mean,
some were quickies.
Some were really messy.
Others...
I'll never forget.
And then of course, there's your first time which... what?
What?
I want your body count...
to end with me.
Real quiet, okay?
Hughie can't know you're here.
Listening to the blood pump through his heart,
it's better than sex.
Shit!
It's better than murder.
Dear God, please let this work.
"It'll probably cost me everything, Maria,
but it'll be worth it to be with you."
Can't tell you how I got it.
But judging by the content,
Hughie sent it to Maria right before she died.
Turns out she wasn't running from her husband.
She was running from Hughie.
It's all there in black and white.
She leaves, his life is over.
"Make your husband disappear permanently."
Oh, you got to the best part.
Did he ever threaten Daniel in person?
That letter is the first I've heard of it.
- I'm sure it's perfectly innocent. - Come on, Rose.
Hughie doesn't have a bad bone in his body.
After reading that letter, Emerson,
I'd say he has several.
Well,
letter or not,
you don't have enough for a search warrant for Hughie's.
No...
No, best I could hope for is...
someone that lives there.
Someone who could take a look around.
What am I looking for?
Whatever you've been looking for since you got to this town.
Bollocks!
Sorry about this, lads.
_
Hughie...
how can I help you today?
I'm sitting on the story of a lifetime.
What you're about to hear is gonna blow your mind.
Right.
Well...
then I am all ears.
Thank you.
Meet Fintan Drake.
Post mortem report.
Crashed into a tree, up the country two years ago.
He had epilepsy.
This one is for Sylvester McHugh.
Also had a fit and died.
Now, both men
were taking the same medication, the same amount,
only Sylvester had one eighth
of what the other man had in his system.
I believe someone tampered with Sylvester's meds.
Now with all of this in mind,
I dug deeper into Veronica Sloane's death.
Hold on, hold on.
What have Veronica and Sylvester got to do with each other?
Rose...
now try to keep an open mind on this.
I think we have a killer in our town.
The same killer who killed Maria Riedle.
Do you know what, Hughie?
You're right.
Oh, there is a killer.
You.
Homeless girl.
Give him the stash, get my 5k
and you'll get 400.
This feels dodgy.
- You came to me looking for cash. - I know.
Just...
why not do it yourself?
Ah, I've had money problems with this scumbag before.
So what makes you think I won't?
Because you know him.
- Rose... - Are you in Hughie's?
Yeah. If we can't charge him with murder,
we can probably get him on goose-napping.
How about both?
Mick...
You got it?
This needs to stick.
Do you get me?
Oh yeah.
Well, would you like to explain to me,
how the weapon that killed Maria Riedle ended up in your office?
Right, I will tell you exactly where I found it.
Word is, you found the rifle at the lake?
- Don't do lakes. - And that you had a friend with you?
Don't do friends either.
He's a liar!
Go to the source!
He called me the source? Stop!
We read an old article.
Said they went shooting together,
Hughie and your father.
Well, you know...
it used to drive Daddy nuts.
Yeah? What did?
Well, the fact that Hughie was such a crack shot.
She's not seriously claiming that I stole that rifle from Quigley's farm?
Don't get drawn in.
My advice... remain silent.
And have her lie about me again?
No, no... call her back in here.
I want to phone someone.
Who?
You're working for that gak-head now?
Man, are you hard up.
I'm in a hurry, Leonard.
You know what?
We should try a few rails. Check the quality.
- I'm grand, thanks. - Hun...
you're not leaving with a penny unless you take a line.
House rules.
Leave it.
I can't, it's important.
Go get the fucking money, Leonard.
Orders?
- In me own fucking house? - Go!
- What? - Mallory, this is Garda Mulcahy.
Could you come down to the station, right now?
- Am I in trouble again? - No.
It's nothing like that, no, I promise.
I just need your help.
It's to do with a job Hughie Burns claims he gave you to do,
five years ago.
- I'll be there in an hour. - Right, see you then.
Hey, I have somewhere to be!
I need to clean up another one of my fucking messes...
The cunt...!
He spiked it!
Leonard...
Leonard... Leonard?
She's on her way.
Wait...
She's had it for five years.
Mallory will prove that that passport was planted.
Leonard?
Leonard...
Funny, isn't it?
I've been waiting for something good to happen in this town,
and finally...
it's you.
Give her five more minutes.
Please.
'Scuse me. You've blood on your hand there.
Who doesn't?
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Did you know that Ward Clancy saw Mallory steal Maria's handbag?
Oh yeah, I heard that story before.
I didn't buy it the first time.
- It's the ramblings of a dodgy drunk. - Well...
You know, I'm glad you think Ward is dodgy.
Because I do too.
You need to see this.
Dolly Stenson recorded every car...
Remember when I said you reminded me of someone?
Someone I didn't like.
Well, it made me think. Maybe I should look into this guy.
Emerson, I know.
- You killed a man. - That's not true.
Oh, well then I better go back to my source.
- Dig a little deeper. - No... alright!
Yeah, look I was a... struggling reporter.
I was trying to land a big story.
And, you know, one day some second-rate gangster
comes knocking on my door with some info.
He'd give you an inside scoop, if you doctored your notes.
Make it look like he was with you
when he was off trying to kill someone.
And then a few weeks later, the guy did actually kill someone.
The only one that knew was my editor.
He owed me one, so he swept it under the rug.
Which is something I doubt you want the people of this town to know.
Like they'd care.
Maybe not.
But what about Elvira?
What would she think,
if she knew you caused someone to die?
You came here to find a killer
and now you've done that.
Bravo.
Just enjoy your success!
I mean, think about it.
Living under the nose of a killer.
The book practically writes itself.
- Ah, but... - No!
Wherever Mallory is,
you let her be in peace.
Whatever is in your bag, let it stay there.
Because, Emerson...
this town needs closure.
In light of crucial new evidence,
newspaper editor Hughie Burns has been arrested
for the murder of Maria Riedle,
a German national whose body was found...
_
He looks like the kinda guy I would kill.
Only I didn't.
Arteries clogged like a traffic jam did the job.
Nope...
Me and murder are done.
_
It's better that way.
Maybe I do miss it a tiny bit.
_
And it's silly, but my writing definitely lacks a certain..
spark.
I... it's shit.
Still, it's a sacrifice worth making.
I have every reason to be happy,
and that's more than most can say.
Are you off?
Got a tip-off from Rose, so I need to hit the courthouse.
Do you fancy meeting later?
Well, I'm having those pictures taken for the book jacket.
And then I'm meeting the guys from Sky and Netflix about the doc.
Hey, look...
I know you're bored.
Things will pick up.
At this rate, I may need to start killing people.
What I would give to tell him the truth right now.
Alright, I gotta go.
Wait, I need to tell you something.
I know.
You do?
Sometimes you get depressed, right?
Yeah.
Okay.
What can I do to help?
You're already doing it.
Since we've been together, I haven't had one dark thought.
I just... wanted you to know that.
That's why we work.
We can tell each other anything.
- So who is in court today? - I can't tell you.
Why?
Because then you wouldn't buy a paper!
We'll be returning to these stories with more
- later on... - _
Smells lovely.
Go and talk to him!
You know, you're the first fellow that Elvira's had around the house
never mind cooked for.
Well now, I told her not to go to any hassle.
I'd be fine with something from the chipper.
Course, with the chippers around here...
you always run the risk of food poisoning.
- Oh, is that right? - Yeah.
That's right.
In the town of Kilraven today
a local man came back from the dead...
Somebody must be taking the piss, surely!
two months after apparently falling to his death.
- What the hell? It can't be right. - Today
he was reunited with his wife, Margo.
Elvira, watch this.
On the outskirts of the port town of Vigo, Spain,
a dozen people, believed to be victims of human trafficking,
were discovered in a suspected narcotics ring,
with Mr Benson, an Irish national, among them.
This sort of stuff doesn't happen to people!
Presumed dead, following a fall from this very cliff.
Spanish officials claim memory loss from the incident,
means Mr. Benson is unable to recall
how he ended up in the Atlantic ocean.
This memory loss malarkey, I'm not buying that either.
Guys...
I'm sorry, but this story is too good to pass up.
Jesus Christ, I've seen everything now, boy!
_
On death's door five years ago,
still alive and kicking.
Wait a minute...
_
I need to visit the Bensons.
See what Sandy actually remembers.
Go away!
It's me, Elvira. From the paper?
I know you're not seeing people, but...
Everyone has turned on us!
Just so you know, I didn't tell anyone what you told me.
I'd never betray the confidence of someone in mourning.
Well, your co-worker betrayed us.
_
Once he told everyone that Sandy lied about his cancer,
we became worse than dirt!
This is one of the greatest stories of human survival,
and all the people in this town want to talk about,
is the few quid Sandy stole from them.
Don't mind them, Margo.
I'm here to help.
Oh, where are my manners. Come on in.
So, how is he?
He barely talks.
Can't sleep.
And when he does, he has the most terrible nightmares.
And now, he's...
I don't know what you call them,
- flashbacks? - Here we go.
He keeps seeing those men in that warehouse,
coming for him.
You know what, Margo?
You deserve a break.
Why don't you go for a walk, stretch your legs. I'll mind him.
Thank you!
My name is Elvira Clancy.
Do you remember me?
Really. From where?
I'm going to watch you for a bit, alright?
I'm so sorry to hear everything you've been through.
And that fall from the cliff!
It was me.
I was the eye-witness.
I... I'm sorry...
I can't remember anything from that day.
Nothing at all?
A selfie.
I slipped.
Woke up in the water.
- And then... - It's okay.
Sandy, we don't need to talk about those men.
- Are they here?! - No, no.
No, it's just us.
He doesn't remember.
This might just work out.
No. More. Murder.
They said you had a brain bleed.
My mother had the same thing.
32 weeks pregnant,
only thanks to me, she didn't make it.
Oh, so you remember my mother?
Course you do.
I remember now!
- I know you! - I knew it!
You wrote this.
My obituary.
It must be strange to read it.
- It's godawful! - Sorry?
It's a piece of shit!
You've been through a lot.
That doesn't mean I don't recognise shit when I see it!
He's a demented old man.
It's so stupid!
I thought only a stupid person could write this.
Ignore him!
Sounds like, you want me to have another go.
Well, anything is better than this.
Just so there's no ambiguity,
you're asking me to write your obituary again,
but make it better?
Why not?
Okay.
Help...
Help!
Margo?
He thought I was those men from the warehouse.
Be careful, Margo.
He'll hurt you too.
He won't hurt anyone again.
Hold on...
I'm gonna get you some help.
Thanks for these, Morris.
Nobody seems to care that there's still a killer on the loose.
Now, the first thing when I get outta here,
I need to find...
a connection between these two deaths.
Hughie...
they won't be granting you bail.
What?
Why?
Because when you got arrested,
the owners of The Chronicle opened the books and...
Jesus, Hughie!
I know you're in debt, but...
Paying your staff per article,
and then pocketing the rest of the wages yourself!
Does everybody know?
They will when they read about it in the paper!
And by the way, your last cheque bounced.
So you won't be seeing me again.
You prick!
I'm the prick?
Hughie,
what you put your staff through...
Some of them did things they never dreamt they'd have to do,
just to get by.
Anyway, I better go.
There's a will to be read.
- Who died? - You didn't hear?
Sandy Benson.
Tried to kill someone and then
killed himself.
Who did he try to kill?
Funny you should ask.
One of your poor, unfortunate staff members.
Elvira Clancy.
- Elvira! - Don't worry...
The knife missed all her vital organs.
She'll be fine.
Wait... what did you say?
- She'll be fine? - No!
How I made my staff do things,
that they never thought they'd have to do.
Good luck, Hughie.
_
The connection!
- How will I live? - I dunno.
Maybe you should start killing people.
Four tenners?
_
Have you been drinking?
Well, it's been...
It's been a traumatic couple of days, love.
It's not even one o'clock.
Dad...
I shot her, by accident.
Surely knowing the truth will help get rid of some of that stupid guilt.
What are you doing?
Ripping my stitches out until you tell me why you drink!
- Don't do that! - Dad, I can help you!
Nobody can help me, love.
Right...
I'm gonna tell you this just once, okay?
It's because...
Oh Christ, I can't do this!
It's because...
Because you think there's something bad inside me.
It's not your fault.
You see, that's the thing. It is.
Because I think that blackness comes from me.
I'll leave youse to it.
Everything is copy to you.
Come on...
You know you want to.
Okay...
So you decided to visit Sandy.
Then what?
You're looking well, Ward.
You shoulda seen me twenty years ago.
Fuck!
Fuck's sake!
Fuck!
What?!
I can make it. I can make it, I swear!
Just please... please!
Take me to the hospital.
What are you doing?
You're a monster...
A monster, you know that?
Just like everyone else,
in this fucking hellhole of a fucking town!
Radiology, theatres, and theatre recovery...
_
I worry, sometimes
that they might catch me.
But then I remember the kind of people that populate this town,
and the worry goes away!
But say things do eventually go wrong.
I've decided I'll take them here.
No, don't worry.
It won't be to blame you.
Cliches like that make me vomit.
No, when I bring them here...
and they take a look around and ask...
How many of those graves are yours?
How many did you kill?
You know what I'll say?
What I'll tell them?
Not fucking enough.
- How's business? - Booming.
Let's keep it that way.
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