Episode 15 Red Rock

I showed Paudge. I showed him the CCTV

before Sergeant McGonigle took it.

It's probably wise not to get drawn into other people's fights.

You're too scared to speak, because you're gutless.

I made a mess of things, didn't I?

-Yeah, you did.

-Do you know what? I don't need this.

I'm trying to make everything right, but nobody gives a toss.

If you are in a relationship with Brian, a sexual relationship,

you have to tell someone.

I don't have a clue what you're talking about.

Do you trust me?

-Yeah.

-That's my girl.

-Do they know we're coming?

-I rang him first thing.

-And what did you tell him?

-That there was an allegation regarding his daughter.

-That's it, that's all you said to him?

-I didn't want to compromise the interview.

-I'm going to let you do all the talking.

-OK.

You do realise no-one's going to come out of this well?

-What's the point of filling it in if no-one can read your writing?

-Yes, sir. Sorry.

Do that one again, clearly this time.

He's worried.

The boss and Angela are going to the Reids and he's worried.

So, what do you care, anyway?

Sharon.

What's up, huh?

-Like it?

-Yeah, not bad, huh?

Do you remember the first jacket I bought you?

That weekend in Brighton.

Uh-huh.

50 shades of everything.

Yeah, I did my bleeding back in.

Easy, now, easy.

-You're blushing.

-You're a very bad girl.

What can I say? You inspire me.

Look.

Last weekend.

-Hmm...

-I think it's a sign.

Well? What do you think?

Yeah, it's all right. If you're looking to be a pimp.

Here! I bought him that.

Yeah, nice.

-I'm going out.

-No, you're not.

What?

We've things need discussing.

Yeah. You do as your mother tells you.

Vinny? I'll be rooting for you.

See yous later.

-What?

-You softening him up?

Nothing soft about your da.

Oh, Ma.

Now, focus. I've plans for you.

You sure I can't get you a tea or a coffee, or...?

-No, thanks, Mr Reid.

-Liam, please.

For an informal inquiry, this all seems a bit heavy. What's she after doing?

I know she drinks.

-Shoplifting?

-No, no, no, nothing like that.

It's not bullying or something like that, is it?

No, Liam. Rachel's not in trouble.

Good.

Right.

Rachel!

Now!

Sergeant Tyrell is a family liaison officer.

She's specially trained in dealing with family matters.

That supposed to make me feel better?

This is an informal inquiry, but it does concern a serious allegation.

If this is about that stupid cleaning rota...

We make a good team, you and me.

Sold those ciggies in no time.

Who's that for?

The business.

We need to start thinking about expanding.

Do you know a fella called Beady Burke?

Uh, yeah. Everyone does.

Darren used to do a few jobs for him.

-Oh, did he, now?

-Yeah.

Ma, no. You don't want to go there, honestly, he's proper mental,

-and Da would freak.

-So, don't mention it to him.

-Have you got a number for him?

-No.

Well, how did Darren get in touch with him?

Where does he hang out?

-Do you want to sell smokes to grannies for the rest of your life?

-No.

Woodstock Arms.

Right.

It's time we moved up in the world.

Here, Ma, wait.

I think you should talk to Da first.

Your da doesn't always know what's good for him, Keith.

RACHEL SNIVELS

He listened to me like I mattered.

He let me talk about Mam.

It was only the odd time from basketball, when I was feeling bad.

Did Brian do anything to make you feel uncomfortable?

-Like how?

-Something he might have said.

Or implied.

A way that he touched you?

No! God, no!

It was me, OK. I came on to him.

It was just a kiss, and he stopped it.

And was so embarrassed.

And it was after that I felt like I wanted to die.

And I made him swear not to tell anyone.

Because I couldn't have handled it if he'd told anyone.

I'm sorry, OK? I know it was stupid.

He was just so kind to me.

He's not in trouble?

Well, if what you say is true, Rachel...

-I swear.

-Then, no.

I'm really, really sorry.

How the other half... Huh?

Don't think I could do it. All that fame.

Paparazzi and all that.

Holding in your stomach 24/7.

Do you want something?

Chewing the cud.

You can give me your last Wagon Wheel if you like.

It's been in the fridge all morning.

Sharon, wait. This...this isn't fair.

I trusted you to back me up.

-I didn't NOT back you up.

-Well, it's too late now, the cat is out of the bag.

Sharon... I couldn't do what you did.

I'm proud of you.

I was just trying to watch your back.

That's what you were doing?

Still doing, believe it or not.

I'm all you've got.

Are you still coming to my cousin's wedding?

We'll see.

Things will change around here.

HE WHISTLES

You're not happy.

Every word that came out of Rachel's mouth put Brian in the best possible light.

So, he talked to her.

Why would he? If...

Because he knew how hard it would be for her.

She's just a kid, having to talk about it to us in front of her dad.

You saw the state she was in.

You shouldn't have.

You have to admit, Brian's behaviour is...

questionable.

Spending that much time alone with a young girl, just listening.

This is Brian we're talking about.

-You don't think he...?

-No.

No, of course not.

Ah, Brian.

Could we have a word, please?

Sure.

Keith!

I met Beady. Seemed perfectly nice, I don't know what the problem is.

Speakers.

Plug them into your phone, your iPod, bringing the party with you.

60 speakers, a fiver each.

Sell them on for 20, 300% mark-up.

-Oh, Ma, you'll not have to pay him for these?

-Maybe they need to be charged or something.

Don't damage it.

Empty.

Nothing. Not even a wire.

Brian McGonigle?

What the hell?

He's my age.

-Is that even normal?

-Of course it is,

I fancied my maths teacher when I was her age.

-And did you...?

-No.

So, it's not normal.

-It is.

-She's bolder than I was, that's all.

-No, it's my fault.

-Don't do this.

Maybe I gave her too much freedom.

-No.

-I wasn't paying attention to her, I wasn't listening.

Dad, she hasn't told us anything since first year.

Do you believe her?

Sit down.

What did she say? Rachel confirmed Brian's story.

Of course she did, he coached her.

She'd do anything for him. She thinks she's in love.

-Sharon...

-I know what I saw!

-Paudge saw it, too.

-And he was too scared to admit the truth,

-but if you push him...

-Sharon... It's over.

What about the warehouse? The beating I took?

He tried everything to make me transfer, he needed to silence me.

That's a separate investigation, another very serious allegation against a fellow member.

That's all one and the same.

Look, you need to talk to Rachel again.

She was expecting you this morning. Just go back. Make sure Brian doesn't know, catch her unawares.

And do what? Drag her in?

-Interrogate her until she breaks?

-No, I mean...

I don't... Just, please, don't let it stop here, please...

Sharon...

It's over.

So, what's going to happen?

-The case will be...

-To me?

What's going to happen to me?

Nothing.

I've spoken to Brian, he just wants to put all of this behind him.

SHE SNORTS

SHE CHUCKLES

Sharon.

You need to, as well.

I don't believe this.

Who does he think he is?

I warned you.

Shut up.

Ma.

He's been moving Charlie in this.

You've got to take them back.

Me? Forget about it.

Right. I will.

Will you stop? Will you stop?

Ma!

Beady doesn't have a returns policy.

You know that you can talk to me about anything and I promise I won't tell Dad.

It's that guard, she's obviously delusional.

Is there anything that you felt you couldn't say before,

in front of the guards?

What do you mean?

Because you're afraid?

Of Dad.

Yeah, or Mr McGonigle.

I have to ask. Does Dad believe me?

Tell Dad I've gone home.

Rae, he wants you here.

Like I'm going to sit here and wait for him to give me the third degree, too. No way.

That's not fair.

Beady Burke! Of all the nasty little gougers!

Somebody has to pay the bills.

No, no, no. Don't you dare.

I didn't know he was going to rip us off.

-Scumbag.

-Well, if you'd come to me first, then you would have known, wouldn't you?

I told her, Da. I told her what he was like.

Maybe you could talk to him, Vin.

You listening to me?

-Of course I am.

-Well, it sounds like you're not.

Then tell me what to do!

Dump them.

What about the money?

-How much?

-300.

Well, that's a load of yo-yos down the toilet now, isn't it?

-That's it. We're bust.

-Yeah.

Ma.

Unless...

..your da has a word with him.

-It's not going to happen.

-Vin, he is after robbing us.

I'm having nothing more to do with that nutter, and neither are you.

-Vinny...

-Stop.

-Please.

-No.

Has anyone seen Paudge?

I don't want to say I told you so.

But...

I'm a businessman, Vince.

She came right up to me, out of the blue, wiggling her hips,

acting like she knew me.

Come on, Beady, for Darren's sake.

He was a good lad, Darren. And he didn't lick it off the stones, did he?

Always a place for a man with your skills, Vin.

Nah, you're all right.

You know the game. She was out of her depth, a danger to herself.

I taught her a valuable lesson.

You should thank me.

If you take the speakers back and give me the money back, then I will.

BEADY SCOFFS

Beady! Were you ever in love?

You're starting to annoy me now.

Beady!

She's home.

I've been turning it over in my head and it makes no sense.

If Mel made a pass at me, I'd tell her parents, straight up.

In my own defence.

Because if it ever came out I'd have no other protection.

And I'd avoid the kid.

Like the plague, in case it ever happened again.

I certainly wouldn't be alone with her.

Or bring her to basketball matches when my own daughter was sick.

Remember that?

Oh, Jesus.

He's been at her, hasn't he?

You OK?

-I know what they're all saying about me.

-No, you don't.

Start thinking you do and you will go crazy.

You know, what I can't get my head around is when you had the CCTV footage,

-why you didn't come to us straight away.

-I told you.

By keeping it quiet, you've left yourself wide open to misinterpretation.

It all could have been so different.

I know.

Have you spent much time thinking...

why you might have got it wrong?

What you saw?

No.

I mean... Of course I thought about it, but I haven't got it wrong.

I know what I saw. He's lying, and Rachel's lying.

OK.

You know where I am if you want to talk.

What happened? Are you all right?

What do you think?

-What's with the bag?

-We've to hold that for Beady.

Here is half your money. I'll get the other half when he takes that back.

Don't!

I'm going up to have a shower.

I want steak and onions for my dinner tonight.

Anything.

Do you know?

-VINNY:

-Don't even think about it.

Dad.

You go home, I'll close up.

You go home, I'll close up.

-Now.

-What are you going to do?

Go on.

Please, don't do anything stupid.

I won't.

I'll be home soon.

I knew it. Put them back, now.

Why would he give you a load of kids' clothes?

Because he's a nutter. Now, put them back.

-You were always a terrible liar, Vin.

-Bridget!

Well...

What did you expect, huh?

You never learn.

Hey, Paudge, wait up!

Coming for a pint?

I can't. I have to go see a tenant.

Problem with the boiler. Had it replaced a few months ago.

Not easy being a property tycoon, is it?

-See you tomorrow.

-Any word on Sharon?

Yeah.

And?

You do realise I'm doing this for her, right?

You know that Sharon can't control that.

She would just... She would back down, you know?

I know. I know, I'll talk to her again.

I just want to move off from this whole thing. As a team...

-Whoa!

-Come near her again and I'll kill you!

Liam, for God's sake, man, we're friends.

-Friends?

-Mr Reid, easy now.

You took advantage of us when we were grieving.

-We didn't know which way was up.

-No, that's not true.

-What kind of lowlife...?

It's not true, I was only trying to help.

You filthy...

-Get off me.

-Paudge, let him go.

-Liam, I swear...

-I will find out the truth.

An internship. Hotshot lawyers in New York.

Not a bad way to spend your summer.

It'll probably just be photocopying, he says.

-Still...

-We never got to New York.

Never say never.

We haven't talked about the summer holidays.

Stephen will be expecting us to do something.

Yeah.

He loved Kerry last year.

-Fine by me.

-Great, I'll look into it.

So, it'll just be the three of us, of course.

I didn't hear Connor coming in.

No, you didn't.

He's out celebrating, still.

I suppose he's earned it.

Let's take the boys out for dinner.

How about that overpriced Indian Connor is so fond of?

Sounds good.

Half past seven?

Actually, I can't tonight.

I'm playing golf with Frank.

I don't know what time I will be back at.

You know what he's like, always wanting one more for the road.

Go on, book it.

I'll be home by seven.

-We have to celebrate the good stuff.

-Great. See you later.

They're not half bad, you know, our boys.

We did all right.

You can't drop it. He's guilty.

Has Rachel said something?

No. Of course not, but...

We know.

Tell me.

I don't even know what, exactly, and...

I don't want to know.

But looking back...

he was around the house,

all the time, hanging around.

Paying her way too much attention.

Yeah, it just doesn't feel right.

He's been at her. I'm telling you.

And you need to do something about it.

Maybe you should talk to your daughter again.

I've tried, you've tried.

You've seen what she's like.

-This one has me walking on eggshells.

-We don't want to put pressure on her.

-I agree.

-So, we wait.

-Well, that suits you lot, doesn't it?

Dad.

We have to respect her statement.

Her statement is a lie.

She's been lying to you.

We can launch a formal enquiry, but...

it would be difficult.

For you lot, yeah.

Believe it or not, I'm thinking of Rachel here.

A formal enquiry would be intrusive.

Possibly traumatic and, in the end, futile, unless Rachel changes her story.

For God's sake, what about the guard, the one who saw them?

It's her word against theirs. That's all we have.

Oh, I see.

So, you're just protecting one of your own?

It's not like that, Liam.

It's Mr Reid.

Come on, Niamh. We're wasting our time.

Please remember that my door is always open.

Easy to see you don't have kids.

Jesus!

Stop pointing that at me!

He's gone out.

Put it down.

-Now!

-It's not loaded.

Put it down, now!

DOORBELL RINGS

You better not let your father see you with that.

Is, er...? Is everything all right?

I thought I heard something.

Yeah. Keith startled me. I dropped something.

What was it you wanted?

You rang.

Yesterday?

Can I come in?

Keith? Sergeant Tyrell's here.

So?

You wanted an update on the Hennessy case?

Oh, right.

Sorry I... I couldn't get back to you then.

Do you know what? Now's not a good time.

Vincent would want to be here. Can you call back this afternoon?

-What's going on?

-Hiya, Vincent. Just filling you in on the case.

Oh, yeah. We were just talking about that.

-Oh, now... I've got that thing.

-The doctor's appointment.

-Mm-hm.

-I thought that's where you were.

-Are you sick?

-Prostate.

-Ten o'clock appointment.

-Where?

-Can I drive you?

-No, no, no. You're grand.

Wouldn't want to be seen with me, Vincent, is that it?

Yeah, yeah. Nothing personal now.

-MOBILE PHONE RINGS

-Oh, sorry.

-I'll just turn that off.

-No, no, no, take it.

Oh, actually, if you don't mind, I will. ..Angela Tyrell here?

What?

Yes, I'm his mother.

Thank you.

Er...

-My son's just had an accident.

-No?

-Er..

-I have to go.

-Yeah. Absolutely, no problem.

-I hope he's OK.

-Thanks.

Another time.

Does nobody listen to me?!

-Don't blame him.

-I'm not, it's YOUR fault.

-ME?!

You're the one that brought that gun into this house,

-nearly had me killed.

-It wasn't loaded.

-If you hadn't opened the bleeding bag...

-Ah, stop making excuses!

You just get Beady to take that gun back or I'LL bring it back to him!

Loaded!

-SMACK!

-Wha...?!

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

RINGING STOPS

DOORBELL RINGS

HEART MONITOR BEEPS

DOOR OPENS

Connor Tyrell?

Good job.

It's gross, isn't it?

It was all bent out to the right. My mate fainted.

How's your pain?

One to ten? Ten being the worst you've ever felt.

Oh, like a two, maybe?

We've had big burly rugby players

in with breaks like that screaming in agony.

So what were you up to when you fell?

I was just on a wall, messing around.

Did you consume anything stronger than drink?

No, but I was hammered. We'd been out all night celebrating.

We're not obliged to tell the guards, if that's what

-you're worrying about.

-It's just a few too many beers, that's all.

The thing is, you're going to need surgery.

The anaesthetist needs to know what's in your system.

If he gets it wrong, you could be lying there on that table

completely paralysed, unable to tell anyone that you can feel everything.

-DOOR OPENS

-Connor?

-What have you done?!

-I'm really sorry, Mum.

Hey, what happened?

I just fell off the wall. I was drinking and...

-What were you doing on a wall?

-SHE LAUGHS

Oh, it doesn't matter.

Does it really hurt?

-Have they given you something for the pain?

-He's comfortable for now.

Right, so Angela won't be back today. Her son's had an accident.

-Is he OK?

-Er, broken leg. Sean, I need you to check the cells.

-Mr Cusack was looking a bit green earlier on.

-Right.

Adrian, when Sean is done, I want you two out on the beat.

-ADRIAN: And the car?

-It's mine, um...

-Paudge?

-I'm in court this afternoon.

Right, so... We're all covered, then.

Sharon, yes, how could I forget?

I'm sure you'll find something to do.

-You'll make something up.

-SNIGGERING

Aw, come on, Sharon. Lighten up.

Yeah. Let it go.

Afterwards, he'll be all right? Walking and all that, won't he?

It's pretty run-of-the-mill stuff.

He'll be on crutches for a few months, then physio.

-He'll be back dancing on walls in no time.

-No, he won't.

HE COUGHS

Is it starting to hurt now?

-Starting to hurt?

-Starting to hurt AGAIN!

It's getting worse.

-Sweetheart, what can we do for you?

-Nothing.

I can give you some more pain relief, Connor.

But I need to know exactly what you've taken?

You need to tell her, Connor.

Whatever it is.

A few... Maybe six beers and...

..some hash. A lot of hash.

-What? Where did you get it?

-It wasn't mine, OK? I'm sorry.

-We'll talk about that another day.

-Where's Dad? Didn't you call him?

I did.

-He must have his phone off.

-Well, call him again!

He's probably with Frank. He's with Frank playing golf.

-Please, Mum.

-I will, I will.

Don't go anywhere.

Like what I said,

we're not obliged to tell anyone what you've been up to.

Hi, Frank. It's Angela. Is Tommy with you?

No, I-I thought you were playing golf?

Sorry, my mistake.

No, I must have got the wrong day.

OK, see you.

-You're reneging on me now, Vin?

-No, no. No, not at all, no.

We made a deal.

Look, it's not safe to have the gun in the gaff.

-They were sniffing around again this morning.

-What did they want?

Pretending it was to do with Darren's case.

-Look, what if we're raided?

-Why would that happen?

I don't know!

Harassment! The Hennessys have that Sup in their back pocket.

What happened?

Bridget find the gun?

-She can be a handful.

-No, no.

Look, we just don't want the gun found, that's all.

You'd better make sure it stays well hidden, then.

-For how long?

-Until I say so!

The gun stays.

So?

-Did he go for it?

-What do you think?!

Do you know, sometimes I wish

-we could just go to the guards when we have a problem?

-What?

Sorry. Nothing, nothing.

Oh.

That's not a bad idea.

Not bad at all.

WOMAN LAUGHING INSIDE

TOMMY LAUGHS

TOMMY: I'll get it.

What are you doing here?

Connor's broken his leg. It's really bad.

You need to get to the hospital.

I thought you'd be happy, Liam Reid laying into Brian like that.

It was a big, beautiful sucker punch.

We should go back inside. I'm due in court in an hour.

Do you want some company?

I'm so tired of it all, Paudge.

Nobody talking to me, the looks.

I know how to fix this.

That beating you got took its toll,

-and not just physically.

-Paudge, no...

-Will you just listen?

Cops have had breakdowns over less.

So you weren't thinking straight, you lashed out at the wrong man.

-A couple of sessions with the psych...

-No way.

-Just listen!

A couple of sessions!

Take some time out. You come back...

-..apologise to...

-Stop! Just stop!

-It doesn't have to be like this.

If you just...

Tell them all I'm mad?

It's the only chance you've got.

Oh, er, I-I, I'd like to report some suspicious activity.

No, no. I wish to remain anonymous.

I've seen a dodgy pal of Darren Kiely's go into the house

with some boxes of stuff.

Now, the skanger's hanging around all hours! I've just seen

two young lads in school uniforms going into the house. ..Yeah!

Do something!

-Oscar material(!)

-Right...

-You get the van, get down to the car park and wait for my call.

-Right!

HE SIGHS

You could've mentioned which hospital.

Yeah, you could've left your phone on.

Where is he?

Can we see him?

No, he's being X-rayed.

They're going to have to put a metal rod down into his leg.

The bone was sticking out.

HE SIGHS

Will he be OK, then?

-All going well, he'll be good as new, in six months.

-Oh.

So, New York?

It'll put a stop to his gallop.

You shouldn't have lied.

How did you know where to find me?

Have you been going through my e-mails, my phone?

You tell me you're seeing someone

-and you don't think I'd care enough to look her up?

-That's not caring!

That's just an excuse to put on your Miss Marple hat!

You're in no position to take the high moral ground.

-He needed you!

-I

-needed you!

Angela, I'm sorry.

Right, so you're with me today. We got a warrant

to search the Kiely's. Reports of suspicious activity.

-Should be right up your street.

-I'm not getting in a car with you.

What was that?

I don't drive with paedos.

Sharon!

My office, now.

What you did back there was slanderous.

-He's a sexual predator.

-You have no proof!

-I'm not working with him.

You can't just decide not to work with your sergeant.

I want a leave of absence.

That's probably a good idea. And while you're off,

-maybe you should think about your future.

-Don't.

Sharon...

..you have your whole life ahead of you.

You're smart, you're ambitious, you can do anything you want.

You should be doing something that makes you happy.

But I was.

DOOR BUZZES

Sharon?

CAR ALARM CHIRPS

Are you taking time off?

That's probably a good thing.

Listen, if you need anything...

Sharon?

You forgot this.

Now, you look after yourself, pet.

I mean that.

Adrian, come on. Let's go catch some baddies.

This morning...

..when we were getting on so well...

..I almost forgot we were...

We are.

I told you I was seeing someone.

Is it serious?

SHE SOBS Oh, Angela...

GULL CALLS

SHE WHIMPERS

SHE SCREAMS

SOBBING AND WAILING

DOG BARKS

-We've a warrant to search your property.

-Unbelievable!

Scum crawling the scene, and what do the brave boys in blue do?

Search my lousy gaff!

Waste of police time!

You watch where you put your hands, you little perv.

Here, and don't go sniffing through me drawers either.

God forbid you have to do any real work, like catch real criminals!

Hello, Beady?

It's me.

They're swarming all over the place.

No, no. Keith managed to get out the back in the nick of time.

Right. Right, I'll get him to drop it round to you.

Me hero.

-Nice to see you still have it.

-Mm-hm.

-No more guns.

-No more Beady.

Sorry I wasn't here sooner. Me phone died.

Lucky I mentioned I was playing golf, huh?

I had to call Frank.

It's OK, Dad.

-They're bringing you down now.

-Just in time, by the looks of it.

To be honest, you two look worse than me.

-You should go home, seriously. I'll be fine.

-No.

You're still my baby.

I'm going to stay beside you until they put you to sleep.

I'm going nowhere until you wake up.

-NURSE:

-If you two could just excuse us for a few minutes,

I have to shave Connor.

All right. Of course.

So?

I smoked some heroin.