Episode 13 Red Rock

Michael Hennessy, I am arresting you having received new information

pertaining to your involvement in the death of Darren Kiely.

McGonigle was worried about you.

Concerned maybe you rushed back to work too soon after such

a traumatic experience.

Honestly, I'm OK.

Never thought I'd say this, I can barely stand to look at you.

-Maybe I should move out, so...

-Maybe you should.

Let's look at this from a jury's point of view,

you left him for dead.

Now, how will that look, Michael?

SEAGULLS SQUAWK OVERHEAD

CHILDREN CHATTER

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

DPP really know how to brighten up a fella's day, don't they?

It's their gift to the world.

I know he's family and just how tricky this is for you, but, look,

-for what it's worth, I think it's the right result.

-I know.

-It doesn't make it any easier though.

-Sorry it's not better news.

-I'll just have to figure out how to tell Claire.

-Mm.

Good luck with that.

6,000 euro? They saw you coming.

It's Disneyland.

-I'm taking the family on a decent holiday, aren't I?

-Holiday?

I'd be moving into Mickey's gaff at that price.

Well, might be the last time Mel joins us.

They don't stay kids for long, you know?

Is there not a mug in this place that doesn't have something

living at the bottom of it?

Try the cupboard, why don't you?

Ha, that's...hilarious.

I can guarantee you there's nothing living in that, Sean.

I told you, I'm not doing it.

How the hell am I going to tell him?

-I really thought it was going to be manslaughter.

-This isn't your fault.

Try telling Michael that. He didn't murder Darren Kiely.

And what about David?

If they went with murder for Michael, you can be sure they'll

accuse David of withholding evidence in a few weeks.

Will you just sit down for five minutes?

Suppose it wouldn't look good for the DPP taking easy on the

-super's brother-in-law.

-Drink your coffee, Claire, will you?

SHE SIGHS

-You know, you could have told me this over the phone.

-No, I couldn't.

Me not being pregnant again does not mean you need to treat me

with kid gloves.

"Even though he left Ireland, Ireland never left him." Aw!

"It was his dying wish to be laid to rest in Red Rock."

Is this all of him?

-Derek O'Reilly.

-"Unfortunately we can't afford to fly over,

"so I entrust my papa's ashes with y'all plastic paddies."

Like we've nothing better to be doing.

Where the hell is this Cow Park place she's on about anyway?

You better find it, buddy.

The grieving daughter's mailed her ol' fella all the way over

from the US of A.

Hey.

Sean.

Please tell me that's not what I think it is.

OK, Sarge, before you say anything...

Not trying to chuck your man down the jacks, were you?

Are you out of your mind?

We're still waiting for Gsoc to deliver the report on

the Curry death, over your conduct is in question.

So you of all people need to keep your nose clean.

Well, you tell me where this Cow Park is then.

-Cow Park?

-You know it?

Yeah, course I know it.

Who in their right mind wants to be scattered in that dump?

Derek O'Reilly.

-When did this arrive?

-This morning.

Thought it was a wind-up at first but...

Sarge.

Have you nothing better to do than stand around here, Garda Holden?

Did you hear what I said, Michael?

Murder.

Don't worry, pet. Claire is going to sort it, aren't you?

What, she can keep me out of The Joy?

What's this about Mountjoy?

It's only for a couple days at most.

-He'll be on remand until he's seen in the high court.

-What?

I did tell you.

Christ, Claire, you'd think I'd forget something like that?

Having a go at me is not exactly helpful, Mum.

Oh, I'm sorry. Should I book you in for a deep tissue massage

or a bit of reiki?

I forgot, you're the one who's under pressure here, not Michael.

-TELEPHONE RINGS

-Leave it.

Harbour Haulage. Ritchie.

How's it going?

Yeah, I just want to have a chat about those new contracts, but...

I'm kind of in the middle of something so...I'll

give you a shout back.

All right. Bye.

They won't prove it, I promise you.

Is there anything else you haven't told me, Michael?

Anything that would help.

He's told you everything.

We should properly go to the station then.

You take your time, pet.

It's OK, I'm ready.

Yes, I read that in your letter and I completely understand...

Angela wouldn't rat on us. She wouldn't tell McKay

about the jacks, would she? Paudge.

You haven't seen Sharon's notebook lying around the place, have you?

It's got to be in here.

I distinctly remember putting it in this drawer,

I never leave it lying around.

Grow legs, did it? That notebook is evidence.

All our cases from last month go belly up if you don't find it fast.

Yeah, I know that.

You do know this is bribe, don't you?

-Oh, Sharon, this has to stop.

-I'm telling you.

Have a check in the car again.

Humour me.

Bloody women!

Forget it, sunshine, you've got no chance.

Wouldn't be so sure?

I can read you like a book, 50 Shades Of Blue.

Watch and learn, Paudgey boy. Watch and learn.

-Hi, Nikki. How's it going?

-Not so bad. How's your self, Westlife?

-PAUDGE SNIGGERS

-What was that?

Westlife. That's what everyone upstairs calls you. Thanks for that.

PAUDGE CHUCKLES

James, you need to step up and do something. I won't have

-Michael sent to Mountjoy.

-There's nothing I can do, Patricia.

Please, there must be something.

If there was, don't you think I would've done it?

Your father would be proud of you.

You stay strong in there.

OK? You'll be back out again before you know it.

And I'll be here when you get out.

Head.

Go on.

Michael Jack Hennessy, you were charged on January 7th, 2015,

at Red Rock Pier.

You did murder one Darren Anthony Aloysius Kiely

contrary to common law. Do you understand the charges?

Yes.

You're not obliged to say anything unless you wish to do so.

Anything you do say will be taken down in writing...

Do you ever think about where you'd like to be buried, scattered,

whatever, when you're dead?

-It'd have to be somewhere special, right?

-Bloody hell, Angela.

What's with the Grim Reaper routine?

Somewhere that meant something to you.

So why would a bloke who wasn't even from round here

want to end up in Cow Park.

Well, they don't call it that now.

Used to be farmland, that tip at the back of the old railway yard.

Oh, yeah, where kids go knacker drinkin'.

That doesn't make sense.

Unless...

I know that look.

Did you ever hear about Ruth Fagan,

the girl who went missing back in 1983?

-Vaguely.

-She used to hang around with a group of us in Cow Park.

-My misspent youth.

-They never found her, though.

There was a fella in the frame, but nothing ever came of it.

Legged it as soon as he was released.

Never came back...until this morning, special delivery.

The ashes? He was a suspect?

Daughter reckons he was on his deathbed breathing through a tube.

Kept going on and on about Red Rock

and how they had to go back to Cow Park.

Well, what if she was mistaken?

He wasn't telling her where to scatter him at all.

He was talking about where Ruth's body is.

You can't win against Brian.

-It's not a game, Paudge.

-Yes, I know that.

Time, legwork, money, that's what you've cost us.

I said, I think I know where it is.

Think or know? Because thinking won't get us anywhere.

Just drop it, OK?

-Hey, what can I do for you, Sharon?

-I think you know.

Want it back now.

Excuse me? Hey!

-What have you done with my notebook?

-Hey, enough of that.

-I said, enough of that!

-Don't touch me.

What are you two playing at?

Nothing, just a misunderstanding.

Well, that's all it'd better be, I have enough going on.

Bit of a domestic there, was it?

The daughter's letter and some stuff I got off the internet.

It'll give you some background.

I'll do more digging when I get back from the Kielys'.

Do you think there's any chance...

..of reopening the case?

Leave it with me, OK?

Don't you ever call me a thief again.

Well, what would you prefer? Paedophile?

ALARM WAILS AND DOG BARKS

What I wouldn't give to see Patricia's face right now.

Makes a change.

That lot on the sharp end of the stick.

Oh, I thought I could smell bacon.

Nice to see you too, Keith.

-Is he going down?

-Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

Where is he now?

He's been held at the station and then he'll be...

Getting special treatment, I bet.

I'll give him special treatment, eh, Ma?

-Don't be making threats, Keith.

-Uh.

You telling my son what he can and can't say in his own house?

As I was saying, Michael will be transferred to Mountjoy,

same as anyone.

He'll get battered in there.

About bleeding time.

If you need to talk, want any information, feel free

to call me anytime.

See yourself out.

KEITH MOCK SNIFFS

DOOR CLOSES Finally, we are getting justice.

Someone will come in to check on you at regular intervals.

Why?

Oh.

You're entitled to a meal.

The shepherds pie isn't too rotten. Or we have a machine.

No, I don't want Stephen coming home to an empty house again.

It's work, Tommy. Yes, it's important.

What, you have...something or someone you need to be with?

Now that's a low blow even for you.

McKay's after you.

Good work, Angela.

Thanks, boss.

The forensics team are there now.

Nikki says you knew the girl.

Ruth was the first friend I made after we moved to Dublin.

She was a livewire, you know, fearless.

My mum thought she was a bad influence on me.

-Probably was.

-Some of the background doesn't make for great reading.

Promiscuous and heavy drinking.

You can't beat a bit of 1980s garden misogyny, can you?

Just your average teenager, I'd say.

Nothing average about Ruth.

The papers will be swarming all over this when it comes out.

-You know what they're like. You going to be OK?

-Yeah.

Why wouldn't I be? If that's everything, I should go on.

MOBILE PHONE VIBRATES Do you mind?

Yeah, hello.

Michael Hennessy, what about him?

Did a fella die in here?

-Michael.

-Just askin'.

No. No, it wasn't this cell.

That's something.

You're going to court.

-Yeah, I know. Claire said.

-No, now, Michael.

Claire's on her way.

-But I thought we were going...

-There's been a change of plan.

But then I'll come back here, right?

-I'm going to Mountjoy tonight?

-It's not as bad as they make out.

I know what it's like for lads like me in there. Rich kids.

-Be queuing up, won't they?

-All right.

You need to stop that. Now.

You don't show any weakness in there, do you hear me?

I'm sorry, OK? I'm sorry all this has happened.

I'm sorry I can't do more to help you.

But now you need to be strong.

So all that you're feeling, all that fear, you bury it.

You know all that bull your mum goes on with about standing tall,

being a Hennessy?

Now you believe it like nothing else matters.

You know our Darren's up there looking down at you.

If you hadn't have made that statement...

He can't thank you.

But I'll do it for him.

You should go home now.

Thanks for letting me know.

Why don't you come with me?

Look, I know you miss the place.

It's where you belong.

Get your stuff together and come home tonight.

Look, I'm sorry I threw you out.

-I can't.

-Tomorrow then. Why not?

Me mate's flat, it's like something out of a magazine.

Everything works, everything's clean.

No fear of tripping over Keith's kiddie underpants in the bathroom.

She don't love you.

Unless there's something you're not telling me.

All right, listen...

We'll see you tomorrow, all right?

They're going to eat him alive in there.

Shouldn't have come to this.

-SHE SIGHS

-Why don't you leave all this for tonight?

What's wrong with me?

-Nothing.

-I can't do right by Michael...

Can't do anything.

Your life would've been so much easier if you'd married

someone else.

Now you tell me!

It's true, though.

-You would've been a father by now.

-OK, stop.

This is nonsense.

I don't care about all that stuff. I married you.

I want you. That's all.

Everything else, we'll figure it out together.

OK.

But all this IVF stuff...

We need to take a break now.

A proper break.

We agreed, Claire, we discussed it and we agreed. That was the deal.

Let's just think about this. We have frozen embryos just sitting there.

-No.

-Do I have a say in this?

-You had your say.

And so did I. And we agreed.

It's clear to me that we both need a break from all this.

I know I do.

Oven chips. Guess what, Stephen, you put them in the oven.

Well, put them in at 180.

Till they're done.

I've got to go, son.

And I don't know when I'll be home.

Yeah.

Love you.

Your friend, Ruth, they found a body.

Human remains of a female, approximately five feet six,

were found wrapped in tarpaulin at a depth of 1.2 metres.

Time of death cannot be established.

However, the pathologist confirms that tissue decomposition indicates

that the victim could have been there for at least 20 to 30 years.

Items recovered include various samples of polyester fabric,

a sterling silver charm bracelet and ear studs consistent with the

description of the clothes and jewellery worn by Ruth Fagan

at the time of her disappearance.

DNA or dental records should confirm it.

-Cause of death?

-It's only a prelim report.

Fractured hyoid.

He strangled her.

Someone needs to let her father know.

-You OK?

-Yeah.

We should get going.

-Any word on Michael?

-No.

If there had been any news, I would have heard.

-That's good.

-Come on, Mum, we don't want to be late.

We won't.

I can't persuade you to come with us, James?

It's probably better if I don't. It won't help Michael if I'm there.

But I'll be here when you get back.

Come on.

Good luck.

DOOR BANGS

For years, I've waited for this day.

Hoping...

-We don't know if it's her for sure.

-It's her.

I always knew she was...

..gone.

What happened to her?

We think, um...

We're not entirely sure. We need to wait for the final report.

We need you to come down to the station to give a DNA sample.

I am...so sorry.

We can't tell you anything more about the suspect.

Will you look at the place? Huh?

The bleeding Pope doesn't have better.

You have the magic touch, Bridge, darling, tell ya, who knew?

Are you sure there's nowhere else needs going over?

Oh, come here to me, you good thing.

I'll shove this nozzle right up your hole if you don't get off me.

I love when you're in a mood. Come here.

What's that smell?

That's the smell of clean, love.

-Katie's coming back.

-She can't.

And why not?

-Who the hell are you?

-That's Jesus.

He's renting Katie's room since last night.

-You slept in my daughter's bed?

-Paid in advance.

I don't care if you paid with gold bars. There's no room at this inn!

I thought I recognised you.

-You were one of her pals.

-I was.

Oh, we had great times together.

You couldn't forget a face like that.

She wanted to do everything, double speed.

Like she knew.

Seeing everyone else grow up...

..have kids,

get married,

in that order.

She deserved a life, too.

At least she lived, eh?

Properly lived while she had a chance.

Have you got family?

Two kids.

Three, if you count my husband.

You keep hold of them.

They're more precious than you'll ever know.

You've to sign in to the station. Twice a week.

-It's important you don't miss it.

-OK.

-How was it, Michael?

Well, the view wasn't up to much.

Don't even get me started on the room service.

It's not going to get any easier from here.

You'll be on a curfew now.

That'll kill my crazy social life.

I think I'm going to head off.

You don't have to rush off. We could go get lunch.

Thanks, but I'd like to go back to work.

No-one expects you to go into work today.

I know, but there's no point

sitting around thinking about stuff, you know.

OK. We'll drop you down. Come on, David. See you.

I'd better head back to the office, too.

I'm not in today. Why not just take the afternoon off?

No, I've loads to catch up on.

Come on, it's been ages since we've just gone out for the day.

It'll be fun.

God knows, we need a little fun.

Right. Just give me an hour.

If you're not enjoying yourself,

you can go back to the office, then. I won't even argue.

That'll be sweet, man. You'll get your money back.

I don't mind sharing a bed with your sister.

Oh, come on, Jesus, don't be a dartboard, will you?

-Don't think about my sister like that.

-Just saying.

Hey!

Had a good time, did he? A good time was had by all, I heard.

-Sounds deadly.

-Oi, you, gormless head. I'm talking to you!

Keith, I don't think he can hear you, man.

So many associates there. Gave him a good proper welcome.

Guess what they did to him.

-What?

-Guess.

-Tell me, what?

-What didn't they do, huh?

If they touched him, I swear...

Do what? What? You'll go running to your ma like your brother did?

Or the guards?

Go on, try it.

Yeah, I'll turn your face inside out.

Oh, come here, don't be getting jealous.

From what I hear, it might be your turn next in The Joy,

sweet cheeks.

Come on, will you?

The poor man's lost everything.

Meanwhile, Derek O'Reilly got away scot-free.

Ray Fagan knows what happened to his daughter because of you.

That's huge!

I couldn't even bring myself to tell him what the bastard did to her.

Flashing lights, dancing shoes and midget umbrellas,

that's what you need, Sergeant.

Come on, just let it go.

Draw a line and do not cross it.

A smart woman told me that once.

White Russians on you.

-I don't know.

-Just phone Tommy and get yourself a pass for the night.

Some other time, OK?

-Sarge!

-What?

-I was just wondering...

Get that out of my sight.

OK, but what do you want me to do with it?

TOILET FLUSHES

Not a word, Westlife. You understand?

Here, not you as well.

Thicker than a slice of Irish pride.

-You're making it worse by going on about it.

-How can it be worse?

-Don't rise to it. It'll be forgotten by tomorrow.

-You think?

Take it from me, I know how these things work.

Right. Cheers, Paudge.

Forgotten, I tell you!

-Da.

-Your ma's just gone down to the shop to get a bit of grub.

We'll go down the pub and meet her later if you want.

-No, I need to talk to you first.

-Where are your things?

I didn't bring them. I'm not coming home, Da.

I thought you were.

I need to move on.

Can't live with me da forever.

You don't need me.

You've got her.

Till she gets itchy feet.

This will always be your home.

Whether you live here or not.

Always.

I'll go get me stuff.

I can't believe you brought me here.

I swear, they haven't changed the wallpaper in ten years.

Nor the beer pumps. A swamp in a glass.

What do you reckon?

Drink it or put it under the microscope?

I suppose, while we're here, we might as well have a game.

For old time's sake.

Although I will whop your ass.

Could be stuck with it for the rest of my career.

-What, the hair or the nickname?

-Westlife, though.

They're a bunch of mummy's boys on bar stools.

Do I look like a Westlife to you?

-Can I have a word, Sarge?

-Make it quick.

-My notebook's been stolen.

-Since when?

-Yesterday morning.

I've searched for it everywhere. Someone's taken it.

-Some skanger filched her out on the Ridge.

-You'd better hope not.

Fill in a report.

I think I ought to say something to that lot upstairs, the name, like.

Cos I didn't join the guards for this nonsense.

What did you join for?

-The same reason you did.

-Oh, you love a man in uniform?

Told you.

Hm.

-You taste like beer.

-I know.

-I like it.

-I can tell.

PHONE RINGS

Your mother just does not take no for an answer, does she?

SHE SIGHS

It's the clinic.

Answer it.

Hello. Yeah, hi.

Next Friday?

No, I can't make that.

Actually, we've decided to take a break from the treatment.

A few months.

Maybe longer.

I will. Thank you.

Bye.

You're right. We can't keep going the way we have.

I just need a break. You know it's not going to be forever.

I love you.

I'm proud of you, girl.

You know I wouldn't have wanted to grow up anywhere else but

here with me mental old man and me stupid big brothers.

We had a laugh, didn't we?

You know what I loved the most?

The early mornings.

The birds chirping.

And you going for your run.

I'd be lying in me pit, listening to you knocking about,

thinking, "She's awake.

"She's off.

"Watch out, world! My Katie's up and at you."

Watch out, world, huh?

HE SIGHS

Oh, hi.

-You look nice.

-Don't start, now, Ange.

What are you doing with this?

I went to see her father today.

He gave it to me.

They found her.

-TEARY:

-They found her body.

Why didn't you say something?

Maybe you should go if you've somewhere to be.

THEY LAUGH

All right.

Wait till I take my shoes off.

GLASS BREAKS

Cow Park. We had some nights there, didn't we?

Yeah, freezing to death.

Dodging cowpats.

Swigging cheap cider.

Listening to your diabolical music on the cassette player.

I thought you liked Duran Duran.

Sure I did, yeah. I wasn't born yesterday, was I?

But Eye Of The Tiger used to wreck my bleeding head.

-Hungry Like The Wolf, eejit.

-Whatever it was, it wanted shooting.

SHE LAUGHS

That's more like it.

-We thought we knew it all, didn't we?

-We sure did.

Life was simple then.

Everything made sense, didn't it?

What are you doing?

Yeah, pardon me for thinking you actually cared.

That's not fair.

No, it never is.

-I'm sorry, Angela.

-Just go.

Go on.

-Hang on a minute.

-I said go.

Where do you get off? I was just trying to comfort you.

Well, more fool me for thinking otherwise. I'm fine, Tommy.

So you can go out to her just like you planned. Don't worry about me.

Suit yourself.