Episode 16 Red Rock

Did Brian do anything to make you feel uncomfortable?

No. God, no.

Spending that much time alone with a young girl...

This is Brian we're talking about.

-You're still seeing her.

-I'm warning you...

-I want a leave of absence.

-That's probably a good idea.

SHE WAILS

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

Wouldn't be so sure. I can read you like a book - Fifty Shades Of Blue.

Conor's broken his leg, it's really bad.

Did you consume anything stronger than drink?

I smoked some heroin.

So, I look at him and I says, "Doyler, why did you bring your dog with you on a burglary?"

And he looks at me and he says, "Well, Mr McGonigle, he needs the exercise."

THEY CHUCKLE

-'Control to Zulu Victor 101.'

-Go ahead.

'There's a report of an abandoned vehicle, possible assault, Seagrange car park.'

-Roger that, en route.

-Let's go get 'em.

-OK. See you later, lads.

-See you, boss.

-Do you want a banana instead?

-No.

-You have to eat something.

-I'm fine.

This woman yesterday...

The most annoying person in the history of mankind.

I literally spent, like, ten minutes going through the entire menu with her.

She said she was a martyr to her IBS.

I felt like asking if IBS stood for Irritating...

Why are you telling me this?

I'm just making conversation.

Do I look like I care?

But I do.

I care, Rae.

Just talk to me.

I promise I won't tell Dad.

BELL RINGS

-Where are you going?

-The beach.

-I'll take you.

-I don't need a lift.

Rachel, please.

-Please what?

-Just talk to us.

And say what?

I told you what happened, nothing.

Apart from me making a stupid fool of myself, and I don't know why yous keep going on about it.

I just wish you would both leave me alone.

-How did you sleep?

-I didn't.

How bad is it hurting now?

It's OK.

-On a scale of one to ten?

-OK.

Thanks.

You going studying now?

I've got exams in, like, a week.

There must be a way around it.

Look at you.

-Will I call the college?

-No, it's fine.

If I can just pass this one exam, I don't have to do a resit in August.

Fair play to you.

What's left? Another three days on the tablets?

OK, I get the message.

I'm going.

But, if you need anything, call me, all right?

-Yeah.

-Conor.

OK, Dad, I'll call you.

Hey, Dooley?

Yeah, it's...it's Conor.

Yeah, listen, I'm on crutches and I can't leave the house.

I kind of need some of that...

Yeah.

All right, thanks, man.

Could be your lucky day, Addie-boy.

Meaning?

You always get your hopes up.

Always hoping there's a murder, so you can play detective and get yourself earmarked for promotion.

People say, non-nationals, when they come here, they're always more...

ambitious than us, you know, natives.

I mean, how many murders a year divided by how many Guards there are,

it's statistically unlikely we'll ever be first on the murder scene.

Should still probably call it in.

Get the detective unit on it.

-And Nikki?

-Meaning the fragrant Miss Grogan, indeed.

At least, I think she's a Miss.

She doesn't wear a ring. Do you know?

Would it matter?

Probably not. So, do you want to call it in or shall I?

I don't really care, strangely enough.

Nikki. Hi, it's Sean.

Holden. Sean Holden.

Garda Sean Holden.

Yeah, we're at Seagrange car park.

Think you might want to come down and take a look.

-How's Conor?

-Well, the pain's on him something chronic.

Take an hour, go home to him after this.

I've a tonne of work, and I've a family liaison meeting later this evening.

I can make it an order, if you'd like.

Thanks, boss.

-Thanks for waiting, Brian.

-No problem.

I felt it was important to see how you were.

Check that you're OK.

Me? I'm a big boy, boss.

Still... Hell of a thing to be accused of.

Yeah, well, like I said, I'm just glad to be putting the whole thing behind me.

How's everything going with the rest of the team?

Everything's been great.

Really.

The lads, they all know me, they know I could never...

Actually, if I could be honest, I'm not OK.

I'm not sleeping, my wife has been worried.

You know me. My head hits the pillow, I'm normally out like a light.

I just can't fathom it.

You know, how she...

..Sharon could ever think that.

-You need some time off?

-No.

No...I'm grand.

I'll ride it out.

I spoke to Sharon this morning.

She's asked for another week off, but she will be back eventually.

-How do you feel about that?

-Honestly?

I've no idea. The whole thing is just such a...

-It's a mess.

-Yes, it's going to...

It's going to be very tricky.

Would a transfer not be the best thing for everyone?

Look, I hate to admit it, but my life would certainly be a lot easier if Sharon...

didn't stay at Red Rock.

That's something we'll have to consider.

How are things with the Reids?

Given the circumstances, I've just stayed out of their way.

Yeah, as far as I know, the rest of the team are in and out of the cafe, as usual.

It's just, you know, it's Rachel I feel sorry for.

I mean, she's just a kid.

OK. Thanks, Brian.

Boss.

DOOR CLOSES

What do you think?

So, what have we got here?

Abandoned car. Blood inside.

And out.

A woman with a dog phoned it in.

We have her details.

-Do you watch it?

-What?

CSI.

No?

Adrijan has all the box sets.

You go to Rocky's?

The gym? Yeah.

I was thinking of switching over to it.

I'm not happy in my gym, and Rocky's is sure working for you, isn't it?

Well, it's not in the gym so much as the work you put in.

-Yeah.

-OK.

What can you tell me about this scene?

-You first, Sean.

-It's not gangland.

No sign of bullet holes. Wrong type of car. Too conventional.

I don't want to know what it isn't, I want to know what it is.

Well, it's most likely a drunk driver, got out to take a leak, fell,

split his head, staggered off to hospital.

Ireland, nul points.

Driver was assaulted in the car.

Got out, staggered away.

That explains the blood on the windows and seats, and the single blood trail we can see.

So, he leaves the car park, goes to the traffic lights,

-must have got a taxi then.

-Any more?

-What type of crime?

-Most likely sex.

Picked up a working girl, brought her here, tried to get rough with her,

let's say he has a few drinks in him,

and she used whatever she carried to protect herself.

Croatia, douze points.

Zulu Victor 201 to Victor Alpha base, over.

We need a Scene of Crimes unit down at Seagrange car park, over.

-'Roger. En route.'

-Get some tape and seal this area off.

You were right, it is my lucky day.

(Come on. Come on.)

Yeah, Dooley, are you... Dooley, are you on your way?

Are you high?

Well, you sound like you're off your head.

Listen, are you coming over with something or not?

What do you mean "tomorrow"?

What do you mean you're coming over tomorrow?

I asked yous today, you said you were coming in an hour or two.

Yeah, well, that's no...

You're doing a very good job there, Sean.

You know, there was a kid, back in primary...

Teacher's pet, always had his hand up with the answer.

That's how you sound. "Yes, Nikki.

"No, Nikki. Three bags full, Nikki."

If you would spend more time observing the crime scene,

and less time observing her...

Come on. It's nearly always a drunk, and you know that.

She's taken in by your whole Sherlock Holmes routine, that's all.

Nikki, so the car belongs to a...

Philip Rogers, 26 Chapel Lane, Red Rock.

Yeah, and we're checking St Helen's A&E for last night.

Oh, hold on a second, hold on a second.

There was a Philip Rogers admitted last night by ambulance, 23.15.

Yeah, he's still there.

PHONE RINGS

Yeah. OK, you got that? OK, bye-bye.

Hello?

-Uh...it's me.

-Look, I told you never to call me on this phone.

-Yeah, well, I need to talk to you.

-OK, OK, I'll call you right back.

In a few minutes. On the other phone.

The Scene of Crimes will be about an hour.

The driver's in St Helen's, I'm going to go and interview him now.

Do you fancy coming along?

-Yeah.

-Yeah? You've earned it.

I wouldn't quit the gym you're in.

-Why's that?

-Looks like it's working for you.

-I'll be a second.

-Sorry?

I'm going with you to the hospital.

Oh, no, Sean, we need someone to mind the crime scene. Thanks.

You've got five minutes. What's up?

Dad doesn't believe me. I keep on denying it, but he just looks at me.

No, look, he will believe you, if you stick to the story.

You had a crush on me, you were feeling giddy, you kissed me,

you didn't mean anything by it.

I keep telling you, they don't buy it.

Rachel, you need to calm down.

Maybe if I could see you...

No, look...

We agreed, no contact until all this is over.

-But I need to...

-Rachel.

You need to calm yourself. OK, look, I swear,

all this is going to be fine in the end.

It'll all go away. I just need you to be my...

clever girl...

and stay strong.

Can you do that? Just like we talked about.

I'm trying.

Good girl.

So, what you've said so far...

Assailant, mid-20s, average height, average build, black jacket.

Yes. It just happened so fast.

You take your time, Mr Rogers.

I tried to defend myself.

But he just kept punching me.

I'm waiting to see the eye specialist.

-What if...I lose my sight?

-My other brother,

his right eye was badly injured when he was a kid,

a piece of flying metal, everyone thought he would be blind.

He's fine.

-20/20 vision.

-Are you OK to go on?

OK. Can you remember anything else about your attacker?

Distinguishing marks, tattoos, piercings?

I think he had a tattoo.

OK. That's good, that's really good.

Can you remember what the tattoo looked like?

-It was a bird.

-What kind of bird?

I think it was a swallow.

On the back of his hand.

That's great.

Can I ask you, can you remember if there was anyone else

in the car park who might have seen your assailant?

No. I don't think so.

That's OK. That's OK, you've given us loads to go on.

Thank you, Mr Rogers, we'll be in touch with any news.

You just take care of yourself, OK?

With that, I'm thinking...

-..Huey Mahon.

-Great minds.

Wouldn't that be sweet?

-What are you doing here?

-Checking in on him.

Me too.

We need to work on our communication.

Yeah, a bit late for that.

-Where is he?

-The bathroom.

I got him to have a shower, I thought it might make him feel a bit better.

-He's not good?

-I don't think much of those tablets he's on.

He's in more pain than he's saying.

How long are you staying for?

Are you going back to work or are you here for the afternoon?

What is this? The Spanish Inquisition?

It's just a question.

All right.

-What's going on?

-Nothing.

Rachel.

-Hi, Niamh.

-Hey.

-Hey.

-So, you're not going to believe it, Peter wants to meet up.

-Like, PETER Peter.

-Right.

The only thing is, he's bringing Adam Whitehead along.

I know Adam's a tool, and you two are ancient history, but I'd really,

really love if you could just come along and, you know...

-I don't feel...

-I need you to, OK?

Come on. OK?

It'll be deadly.

What about your dad?

If you come home smashed...

It wouldn't be the first time.

Are you going to come?

-Oh, go on.

-Yay. Come on.

It never ceases to amaze me how stupid some of these fellas are.

He might not be smart, but Huey's viciousness sure makes up for it.

A tattoo on the hand?

I know. Ridiculous.

Nikki tells me you did some great work out there today.

Thanks, boss.

OK, get a Section 10 warrant.

-Search his premises.

-I'll arrest him, set up an ID parade?

-Good stuff.

-It is, isn't it?

He'll get, what...five years?

Light a candle and pray for six.

HE CHUCKLES

MUSIC PLAYS ON PHONE

Where's the coffee?

I don't know.

What's up with you?

Nothing is up with me.

I just...don't know where the coffee is.

No more messing, come on, what is it?

I. Don't. Know.

You made coffee for yourself and then suddenly the coffee disappeared?

Tea!

It's called tea. And if you looked at the worktop,

you would've seen that there are only teabags...

IN SLAVIC ACCENT: ..and therefore detected that I could only have been drinking tea.

Are you still jealous, Seany-boy?

Of you?! Come on.

Well... Where's the coffee?

-Where's the coffee?

-"Where's the coffee?"(!)

Detective question.

Based on your observations of Sean's behaviour,

what exactly would you say is up with him?

HE SIGHS

-OK?

-I've only gone and forgotten our bloody wedding anniversary tonight.

With everything else going on...

-Someone'll be in trouble.

-Yeah.

Not if I can help it. Got a friend that works in Delmonico's,

-might be able to squeeze us in.

-That'll put a dent in your wallet.

Cheap at half the price.

Stay out of the doghouse with the missus.

So, you haven't told Jules anything?

What, are you mad? Would you?

Hello?

Where are you going?

Nowhere.

FOOTBALL ON CONSOLE

Get in!

You going easy on me, or what?

-How does it look?

-Want to go again?

Yeah.

Why isn't she answering?

I don't know, but you're overreacting.

-What if she's with McGonigle?

-She's with Mel.

-Dad, you have to stop.

-How?

-How do I do that?

-Well, what if she's telling the truth?

What if it's just like she said, just a...

-just a crush?

-She's lying.

We have asked her loads of times,

and she keeps sticking to the same story.

Yeah. That's all it is.

A story.

Rachel?

-What's going on?

-Get away from me.

Are you drunk?

-Come on.

-Get off of me!

-Oh, Jesus.

-Hey, what's going on?

-Hey, get your hands off!

-I want to talk to Brian.

-No!

-I want to talk to Brian!

You stink of alcohol.

I'm picking you up after school tonight. Don't be late.

Rachel.

Rachel, I'm talking to you.

-What?

-Don't take that attitude with me, OK?

-Not after last night.

-Can I just go now?

Why?

Why are you protecting him?

Will you just get it into your head, nothing has gone on.

Do you really expect me to believe that?

Do you? After last night?

I've tried everything to get you to talk to me.

I don't know what else to do.

OK, you leave me no choice.

-I'm going back to the cops.

-No, Dad, please.

-Please don't.

-I'll let them get to the bottom of it, OK?

Go to school. I'll see you tonight.

I hate you.

You're burning up. I'm calling the doctor.

-Mum, don't.

-You're not well.

It's just a bad cold, OK, that's all.

I'd rather you just get me some more painkillers for my leg.

-I've ran out.

-I thought you had some.

They were supposed to last another two days.

I needed them, I couldn't sleep.

PHONE RINGS

Just do me a favour and get me some more.

I don't know if they'll give you another prescription.

Anything will do, just get the strongest you can from the chemist.

Yeah, do that, but make sure you put it in the allocation book.

Yeah, OK, bye.

Should one of us stay here with them?

Meaning me?

I don't work, I don't earn. You don't work, you get sick pay.

You know it's not that simple.

-You're a civil servant.

-Would you stop bickering for two seconds?

The both of you. I don't want anyone here, I don't need anyone here.

-I'm not seven.

-Fair enough.

I'll go to the chemist and I'll drop you in something later.

I'm all right, Ma, OK?

-Are you?

-What?

No, I'm...

-I'm fine.

-What's going on with you and Da?

Sorry. We're just on edge.

-We're worried about you.

-Well, don't, you're making it worse.

Sorry.

Just go to work, Ma, I'll be fine.

OK? Just, seriously, stop worrying about me all the time.

I'm going to be all right.

Well, if it gets worse, call me.

I will. Stop, please.

Hey, Dooley, listen, I'm in a bad way.

Yeah, no. Just...give me the name of someone, all right?

Yeah.

Right, man, yeah. Cheers, man, all right?

HE COUGHS

Hi, is that Tracy?

Yeah, I got your number off Dooley.

Morning.

Make the most of it. It won't last.

-Eh?

-The good looks.

They don't last forever.

-Right.

-And I'd keep an eye on that hairline of yours.

You definitely look like a receder to me.

What?

What age are you now? 26?

I'd say you've still four good years left to make the most of it.

Before it starts falling out.

Me, though, I've got good genes in the hair department.

I'll still be going to the barber's every four weeks when I'm 70.

The only thing you'll be trimming at that age is nose hair and toenails.

-All right, lads?

-How's things?

Good.

-You wearing aftershave?

-No.

-Maybe, yeah.

-You never wear aftershave.

I don't need to. Not when you wear enough for both of us.

It's Nikki, isn't it? You've got the hots for her.

-Shut up.

-You have.

It's always the quiet ones, huh?

And there I was, thinking you were sucking up to her for promotion.

But it's promotions in the bedroom you're after.

LAUGHTER

You've got no chance, of course.

-And you have?

-You'd better believe it.

OK, we'll see about that.

Yeah, we will. We will indeed.

I saw her earlier, by the way.

She asked if you could pick up the guy that was assaulted.

We need to go through his statement again,

before we get Huey Mahon for the ID parade.

Bloody traffic this morning.

-You OK, Sarge?

-I've had better starts to my day.

Do you have time for a quick word?

There's something you need to know.

Liam. What can we do for you today?

I want to see Superintendent McKay.

Now.

Last night, end of shift, Rachel Reid was outside.

Completely trolleyed.

She was looking for you.

Her da and Niamh got here, brought her away.

Oh, no. That's awful.

All this damage.

Sharon's got a lot to answer for.

Did anyone else see?

No. I was the only one there.

What did she say?

Couldn't make much sense of it, but she wanted to talk to you.

Me?

No, that's the last thing I need.

Did you say anything to Liam?

I tried.

But he was too wound up.

Yeah, well, he's been worried about Rachel for a while now.

Thinks she's got a major drink problem.

-Really?

-Yeah, it's really sad.

I mean, she's pretty screwed up.

That's how this whole misunderstanding started.

She's not been right since her mum died.

You try to offer her a helping hand...

Well, we all know what happened next.

Thanks to Sharon and her vivid imagination.

Anyway...just wanted to...

Yeah. Yeah, thanks, Sean.

Listen, you keep this to yourself, yeah?

Of course I will.

-Right, I won't forget that.

-Don't mention it, Sarge.

Mr Reid, please, take a seat.

I want you to set up that formal inquiry.

-Has there been a development?

-What do you mean?

Something new. Do you have some new information?

Do you not know about last night?

-I'm sorry?

-Jesus, you don't know what goes on outside your own station?

Last night, my daughter, Rachel, came here, drunk,

begging to see him.

Brian McGonigle.

Ask Niamh. She was with me.

-What time was this at?

-I can't remember.

Ask that young Garda of yours, the one who fancies himself,

-he saw the whole thing.

-Er, Garda Holden?

-Yeah, that's him.

-What exactly did Rachel say?

"I want to see Brian!"

And what about today? Has Rachel said anything else?

She still...insists that nothing happened?

Yeah. She's lying.

I need you to get to the bottom of it.

My daughter was abused by one of your officers.

OK. I'll start the process of setting up the formal inquiry.

In the meantime, I need you to keep talking to Rachel.

The more she cooperates, the easier this is going to be on all of you.

I can't promise anything.

I know. But we will get to the truth of what has happened.

I promise you that.

Mr Rogers.

Phil. Come on in.

Thanks, Sean. We'll call you if we need anything.

So, how are you feeling today?

-I'm OK.

-How's the eye?

The consultant said there'll be no permanent damage.

-Good.

-That's great.

Phil, you described your attacker as having a tattoo of a swallow on his hand.

We've brought in a known criminal who fits that description.

We want you to point him out in a line-up.

Listen, Phil, I know that this could all be very nerve-racking,

but it is worth it if you can ID your assailant.

-I know.

-All you have to do is point him out.

Yeah.

Yeah... HE CHUCKLES I watch television.

I'm afraid it's not exactly like it is on TV,

there's no two-way mirrors.

We would need you in the room.

-What?

-You don't have to touch him.

Listen, I don't like this any more than you do.

But it has to be done.

And we'll be right there with you.

Will I check and see if they're ready for us?

-OK.

-(OK.)

-What's up?

-I just got a text from her school.

-Rachel hasn't shown.

-But you dropped her off.

I saw her go in.

Must have waited till I drove off, and left.

-Will I call her?

-There's no point, her phone's off.

Well, maybe she's gone home.

She better have. I'm going to check.

Just don't lose it with her.

She can't keep doing this, it has to stop.

Please, go easy.

Dad, please, don't...

-Where is she?

-Dad, please!

-What?

-Where's my daughter?

I don't know what you mean.

Got her to mitch off, did you?

So you could meet up later?

Listen to me, just listen.

Nothing has ever happened between me and Rachel.

Nothing. I can't believe you would ever think it would.

She had a daft crush on me.

You know what kids are like at that age.

I know my daughter. I know when she's lying.

Sharon Cleere's lying.

Not Rachel. No-one else believes a word of it.

Look, you know me.

You know I could never do anything to harm her.

No. No, if you were innocent, you would have said something to me.

I know I should have. I should've, I'm sorry.

Dad, stop!

You're not helping anyone. We need to find Rachel.

Where's Rachel? What is going on?

The way it is, this one's on tick. After that, money upfront, yeah?

-Yeah, OK.

-Two bags equals 70 quid that you owe me, but it's 80

because I had to drive here and I'm not Fred's Pizza Service, OK?

-Yeah, that's fine.

-You should think of this as the small print of our agreement.

Ignore it at your peril.

I'll have full payment in two days, OK? I swear.

What happened to your leg?

I fell, I broke it, all right?

It wasn't the handiwork of someone else whose payment schedule you ignored?

No, it wasn't.

Look, ask Dooley if you don't believe me. I pay every time.

-OK? I'm good for it.

-Probably better off.

Because we're not big on suing people.

Two days, OK?

PHONE JINGLE

Yeah.

Yeah, Mum, I'm fine. OK?

I said not to ring.

Yeah, OK, I'll do that, yeah.

Listen..

Listen, I'd better go. I think there's someone at the door.

All right? Yeah.

Mum sounds worried.

Yeah, listen, are you going to give me the gear or not?

You smoke it?

Better bang for your buck with a spike, you know.

Yeah, it's just occasionally.

You ever smoked in the house before?

No.

You'll stink the place out.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Say you threw up. The smell is the bleach you used to clean.

All right, OK, cheers, thanks.

Give me the tinfoil. I'll hold it while you smoke.

I'm sorry. I don't recognise anyone here.

-But...

-OK.

What happened to you in there, Phil?

We both know your assailant was in the room.

I thought I could go through with it, but I just...

Were you afraid?

Yes. But not of him.

The court. The publicity.

I'm gay. I'm also a secondary-school teacher.

It's 2015, you have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of.

It might be 2015 with you,

but it most certainly isn't with my employers.

I'll be sacked at the first opportunity.

-They can't do that.

-Yes, they can.

They'll be subtle enough.

Make sure it's something innocuous.

The next person this thug attacks might not be so lucky.

-Adrijan...

-He's done it before, he'll do it again.

This is our chance to put him back in for a long time.

-Adrijan. Enough.

-I'm sorry.

I truly am.

Hello!

Liam, we said we'd be in touch...

I want to report my daughter missing.

-You cannot put that kind of pressure on a witness!

-But we...

If it had come out in court that you had guilt-tripped the witness,

we would have been thrown out and Huey would have walked free.

You were one step away from telling him who to ID.

Paperwork, not justice, brings cases to court.

I know. So, what do we do now?

There's nothing we can do.

Look, some you win, some you just...

you wait till next time.

-I'm sorry.

-Look, no damage done.

No, I'm sorry, I really enjoyed working more closely with you.

Good.

In fact...

..I've been interested in getting in this side of the job for a while.

Yeah. You showed real potential.

Your assessment of the crime scene was spot on, so...

-Well done.

-Well, good, thank you.

So, maybe you would...

like to go out sometime to...

for a drink to...you know, to discuss things?

-Yeah. Yes, yeah. Happy to.

-Yeah?

Happy to. But would it be OK if it's just a coffee in the staffroom?

My evenings are pretty packed lately.

-I'm just swamped.

-No, yeah, you're right.

Coffee in the staffroom, that'll be much...

OK. Garda Holden, come on in.

Adrijan was just leaving.

You probably heard the bad news about the ID parade?

Yeah, listen, Nikki, I'd better go. See you.

He seemed in a hurry.

Did he? Anyway...

-You wanted a word?

-Yeah.

It's about Huey Mahon. I picked him up for the ID parade and had a quick

look around his gaff. And this is his serial number from his telly,

which I just took on the off chance.

I've just checked it, and it's from a batch of widescreens stolen from

the docks about six months ago.

I know it's only a consolation prize, but...

No, he got early release - seven months of it.

This will have him banged up for every day of it.

This is some excellent work, Sean.

-Well done.

-All part of the service.

You'd make a good detective,

thinking out of the box like that.

-Thanks.

-Have you ever thought about it?

Well, I'm thinking about it now.

Hmm. I was just saying to Adrijan there

that my evenings are pretty packed lately, but...

maybe you want to get a drink sometime to talk about it some more.

Yeah. I'll let you know when I'm free.

SHE CHUCKLES

You do that.

Sean.

Just keep this to yourself, yeah?

Of course.

He says he dropped her off, but she must have left soon after.

The school has no record of her in her first class.

She's not answering her phone, Liam's phoned around.

-Nobody's seen her.

-What's your gut feeling?

There's been too much going on.

We have to take this seriously and move quickly.

I agree. Set up an incident room immediately,

take up IRC until I can get you replaced.

Take as many off Unit A as you can.

I want a meeting ASAP.

For the time being, we'll have to put the formal inquiry on hold.

Our priority has to be to find Rachel.

I keep going back over our interview with her.

We were very gentle, we put no pressure on her.

I'll be relieved when we find her.

Do you want a go?

Better not. I've been told I have an addictive personality.

You're all aware of the recent difficulties involving Rachel Reid.

Because of that, we're acting quickly.

Her father has advised us of her recent mental state,

and that has given us serious cause for concern.

She was last seen by her father, who brought her to school this morning.

She entered the school but she left quickly thereafter.

She hasn't been seen since.

She's wearing the community-school uniform.

You're all aware of what that looks like.

And a pink hoodie.

Sir, where is Sgt McGonigle?

I've spoken to Sgt McGonigle.

I've made him aware of the situation.

But given the obvious sensitive nature of events that may have led

to Rachel's disappearance, and the recent allegations made against him,

Sgt McGonigle will not have anything to do with this investigation.

I'll now hand you over to Angela, who will brief you on how we're

going to begin our search. Let's find her quickly and bring her home.

RINGTONE

RACHEL: Hi, Brian. This one's just for you, so, leave a message.

Hi, Brian. This one's just for you, so, leave a message.

What happened in the kitchen?

What happened in the kitchen?

Oh, I...I threw up, so I had to...

-I said to call.

-No, it's cool.

I'm feeling much better now.

Well, that's great news.

You hungry? I'll rustle up some grub.

Yeah.