Episode 23 Red Rock

What is it? What's he on?

-Heroin.

-Jesus.

If I don't get tenants into that house and money rolling in,

I'm screwed royally.

Adrijan, there is no "you and I", and there never will be.

-I saw you...

-Yeah, man up.

-..laughing behind my back.

Step out of the vehicle, sir.

Adrijan!

Stay with me. ambulance is on its way. Come on, man.

Stay with me, Addie-boy, stay with me.

No, no, no, no!

SIRENS APPROACH

DOOR CLOSES

What the hell were you doing in Crumlin?

You were supposed to be on patrol

on the Ridge Estate this morning, right?

We are on a city-wide crackdown on drugs.

We're supposed to be cleaning up the Ridge Estate. Or have you forgotten?

No. Operation...

Your fellow officers are busting a gut on surveillance,

and you swan off whenever you feel like it?

Got a lead on a car, sir.

Thought it could've been the guy that hit Adrijan.

-KNOCK ON DOOR

-Come in.

You owe DS Grogan an apology.

The hit and run is my case. If you had asked, I would've told you

that we'd already checked out that garage.

Now, I want to find this driver if it is the last thing I do.

It's been two months and nothing.

I'm sorry, so you don't think I can do my job, is that it?

I didn't mean that.

-I promised Adrijan...

-I'm sure he knows we're all doing our best.

But from now on, you focus.

But what about...?

I've some possible cars that I've tracked down.

You give it all to Nikki and you let her do her job.

And then you do yours...

while you still have one.

Operation Fox. I ask you, who thinks these names up?

A fox is a vermin no better than a rat.

Does it matter what they call it?

Operation Shark. Now, that's a name.

Or Tiger, that's more like it.

Maybe you'd prefer Operation Sit-On-Your-Backside.

That's not fair.

What do you think I do? Sit around painting my nails all day?

All I want is to find that driver.

Just put everything on my desk and I'll take a look.

-Paudge, boss wants a word with you.

-What, me?

-Yeah, about the house with the fire.

-What about it?

Well, if I knew that, you wouldn't have to see him.

Hey.

If they've signed off the case,

maybe you can get your insurance money.

Yeah, with a bit of luck and a following wind.

Or maybe they got somebody for it.

I won't hold my breath.

Unfortunately, based on our assessment criteria,

your ability to make the repayments on this loan was deemed unlikely.

That's why we had to turn you down.

Well, we could appeal, right? I mean, that's why we're here.

Has something changed significantly in the last two weeks?

We've had another look.

We can't do anything about the mortgage or the college fees,

but we can cut down.

We won't go away this year.

And...

no more wild nights out, eh, Tommy?

-Hmm.

-Maybe we can lend you a little less.

No. Look, we're not messing here.

We need seven grand. It's for our son.

I thought this was for a car.

A second car?

It is, erm...

What he means is our son Stephen.

He plays football, he's very good,

could go professional, they keep telling us.

We don't want him to lose out because we can't get him to matches.

Stephen Tyrell?

Holy Cross?

That's him, yeah. You know him?

Who doesn't? My lad's in the same team.

Well, second team - subs' bench, usually.

Not Kieron Galvin?

Nippy little fella?

That's him.

Black as the Hole of Calcutta, it is. Who knows how long it's going to take to get rid of the stink?

You're not too disappointed that EDU didn't get anyone for it?

Ah, them skangers been recceing the place for weeks.

Could've told them it was them two months ago.

Well, unfortunately they needed evidence.

Still, you can put it behind you now. It must be a weight off.

Too right.

But the second income is a lifeline.

The sooner I can get back to charging rent the better.

Yeah, well, I'll be sending your case file to the insurance company today.

I can drop that in the post for you if you like, it's no trouble.

Sure, go ahead, yeah.

Nice.

-Erm...

-Oh, shut up. Come here and take a look at this.

One of the lads upstairs was checking the CCTV for a mugger...

and bingo.

Four-door maroon saloon.

It's the right year, the first three letters match your description,

and look, there's a hefty old dent on the left.

Could be.

Want me to run it through PULSE?

No, the last registered owner registered it for scrap years ago,

so he's in the clear.

-So, who's driving?

-This is the best bit.

-Johnny Gillen?!

-Mm-hmm.

You need someone to take him in?

I don't think so.

I was just telling you to let you know.

Adrijan, you're looking well.

Thanks, boss.

I'm telling you, you just need to build his confidence a little bit.

A low centre of gravity, fast acceleration -

potential Damien Duff material there.

-You think?

-Of course.

You just need to get him to focus more.

Get his head out of the game box yoke and on to the pitch.

Stephen was the same, wasn't he, Ange?

Yeah.

-Now look at him.

-Being watched from across the water, I believe.

More than just watched.

I'll get him to keep an eye on Kieron if you want.

That'd be great.

One good turn, huh?

Well...

I'd like to help you out if I could.

You know I would. But even if we extend the length of the loan,

the bank still needs to believe you can make the repayments.

She's a public servant. That's got to count for something.

And it's no secret the guards are on a pay freeze.

Unless either of your salaries is about to change

in the near future...

They are.

Mine is about to change.

-You should've said.

-Hides her light, this one.

New job?

Promotion.

I'm being made an Inspector.

This is out of order. I know my rights.

-Oh...

-Dragging me out of my Kelly's engagement party?

I'm sorry for interrupting celebrations,

but there is the matter of the Garda you ran down.

You what?

The one you left lying on Ballymena Road on June 4th,

half-dead.

I should be so lucky.

Right, this is the maroon four-door saloon.

And here you are again,

parked outside the Legs R Us lap dancing club last week.

That's Legs Russe, Garda.

It's French for Russian. Is that a crime now, is it?

Guilty as charged.

Right, where were you on June 4th?

Do you know where you were?

Yeah, I do. I'll tell you where I was.

I was in Saint Helen's, watching my colleague fight for his life.

Ruptured spleen, concussion, broken bones.

This is nothing to do with me, I wasn't driving.

Then who was?

No comment.

All right, this other driver, did he tell you how he got the dent?

-Dog, probably.

-What kind?

The kind that gets in the way.

Look, what was that date again?

June 4th.

-Oh, I know where I was now.

-Oh, don't tell us.

Your Maureen's willing to swear that you were with her.

You think we're going to believe that?

Call Detective Byrne, Dunedin station.

I was with him all day.

Now, let me go. I've a party to get back to.

It was half-true.

You passed your exam, sure.

-You're a shoo-in now.

-I lied.

You're telling everyone Connor's doing an internship in New York, for god's sake.

That's different, this is fraud.

Call it what you will. We got the money for his rehab, didn't we?

The clinic can't sling him out on the street now.

At least your lie was half-decent.

The only way that dollop Galvin is getting into Man U

-is if he volunteers to be the mascot.

-It's not funny.

We'll pay it back, won't we? And then some.

What choice did we have?

We'll go and drop the cheque off tonight, yeah?

Look, I know the councillor's a plank, but you can't take that out on Connor.

I'm not. I just don't appreciate Tim shoving

his touchy-feely hippy crap down my throat.

I think he got that.

But Connor still needs to see you.

I know, but I don't think I'll be home in time.

I'll pick you up from here, we can go straight there.

-We can't leave Stephen.

-He can stay over in his mate's.

Seven o'clock, Ange.

No excuses.

What if no-one finds him?

The driver. Paudge.

-Carpet or lino?

-Are you serious?

Carpet's nicer under the feet, but have you ever tried getting

student vomit out of a shag pile? It's wicked.

BELL RINGS

Well, you should go to Dundrum this weekend,

to the DIY stores.

-I'll help you decorate.

-Really, you'll come with me?

No.

Ollie Coyne, what are you doing here?

Isn't there some motorway you could be playing on?

Listen, I've come to report a crime, yeah?

I swear down on my ma's grave.

Your ma's alive and well and selling knock-off Gucci on Henry Street

-the last I heard.

-What's the crime?

I need to talk to him. Man to man.

Man? I've pimples older than you.

Right, I'll leave you to it.

That's charming, that is. Go on, hop it.

-I have information.

-I don't care if you've got piles.

Listen.

I know who burned down that gaff.

Really?

And who would that be?

Well...

I'm looking straight at him, amn't I?

He was being questioned about a robbery.

It all checks out.

I don't care.

Gillen isn't going anywhere until he tells us who was driving,

-and we need that car.

-He'll never give it up, not to the guards.

Thanks for the vote of confidence.

All we have on him is a few traffic offences.

What's he doing driving an old banger to a lap dancing club?

-Doesn't want to be recognised.

-No.

Johnny Gillen isn't as smart as he thinks he is.

Would you do me a favour?

Yeah. What do you have in mind?

Come on. Watch and learn.

All that smoke? Thought you were having a barbecue at first.

Thought you might have chucked us a burger.

You not going to write this down, no?

I saw Garda Brennan set fire to his...

Don't be smart with me. I could have you for wasting police time.

I'm only messing. I'm not here to pull your chain, like.

But I did see you torch the place.

You need glasses, sunshine. Whoever you think you saw wasn't me.

Ah, don't cack your pants.

I won't open my mouth.

As long as you make it worth my while.

Let's say...two grand?

You were at my house on the night of the fire?

I wouldn't let my scabby dog sleep there.

You and your scumbag mates trying to break in? Maybe we should

get the sergeant in here. They've been looking for you lot.

No, no. You can't fit me up for it.

Listen, just give me the money and I'll go.

You're not getting a penny out of me.

Will you stop being so tight, man?

Right.

One and a half. Final offer.

You know nothing.

You saw nothing.

You've been in here before making false accusations.

No-one's going to believe a word you say.

Now, get out before I do you for arson.

I want the money or I'll tell them what you done.

Do you think anyone's going to listen to you?

Yeah. They will...

after they see this.

You know what that is, don't you?

That's a little something you lot call evidence.

You give that to me.

Good one.

Get off of me!

Get off!

You all right there, Garda, yeah?

Ollie Coyne. What did you do this time?

Me? Nothing.

Is that my pen?

We were just having a little chat, Sarge.

Well, I need this room.

Yeah? I was just going.

Come on, move it.

Thanks for the chat, Garda, yeah?

You take care now, all right?

Come on, move it.

Pleased to be a help, Garda.

What was that all about?

I thought he might have some information

about dealers on the Ridge. Operation Fox and all that.

But you can't trust a word he says.

If he comes back, send him to me.

He went mental at me. You should've seen it.

Do you think I'm risking my career and my pension for you?

Get your hands off me.

Don't come back unless you fancy taking your showers in Mountjoy.

Yeah?

Think that's the only copy?

I need a slash.

Who was driving that car?

Not me, so can I go now, can I?

If you tell us where the car is.

I forget.

That lap dancing club's been raided twice in the last month.

Some very dodgy stuff going on there.

-That's Joe Kowalski's place, isn't it?

-Yeah.

You and him going into business, are you? Oh, but your family don't know, do they?

Nothing to know. I go for the view.

If your brother found out that you was going behind his back...

Trying to slip under the radar...

Me, with the Polskis? Get out of it.

Just doing your bit for community relations, are you?

I've nothing to do with them.

Yeah, but if a rumour got about...

You can just give me the driver's name and we'll just

keep this to ourselves. You've got five seconds.

Five...four...

three...two...

-I never seen the fella before, all right?

-A name.

-He never said.

This fella that you don't know, who you never met before,

he's landed you right in it.

-I've got an alibi.

-You're withholding evidence.

If you don't tell us who you gave the car to

and what you've done with it, I'll have guards swarming all over

your yards talking about you and Joe Kowalski...

in an hour.

You can't do that.

Paudge, you ready?

Creep up on me, why don't you?

Sorry. You ready to go down the Ridge?

We need to pick up Dawn Docherty.

-Who?

-The girl that wants to talk to us about the dealers in her flats.

Do we have to do it now?

All right, well, if you've got wallpaper samples to go over...

-Stop taking the mick.

-I'm joking.

Well, I'm not in the mood for it.

Need a pen?

What are you looking at?

Useless old yoke.

You're free to go.

Hey, Tony.

They're bringing the car in now.

So, what else do we have?

Gillen claimed he lent it to a fella, and the fella brought it back with a dent.

Gave him some cash, no questions asked.

-Got a name?

-No.

Just a scrawny fella with a tattoo down the side of his neck.

-Sounds like half our clientele.

-He's not from around here.

Gillen said he was asking if he knew any decent boxing gyms.

He had a strong Midlands accent.

Midlands... I know the DS down in Tullamore. I'll make some calls.

OK, guys. Well done. Both of you.

I did it for Adrijan.

What was he doing here today?

-What?

-Adrijan.

Just...box ticking, form filling...

He's back in two weeks.

I thought you to knew each other's inside leg measurement.

Yeah.

You should give him a call, give him the good news.

I'll wait till we have something.

I don't want to raise his hopes.

Ladies and gents, I give you our suspect, Jamie Donnelly.

We've had intel from officers down in Tullamore.

He's a frequent flyer, but he hasn't been seen down there in a while.

We've a warning out on PULSE.

The last place he has been seen was in Gillen's scrapyard.

That was a while ago, but it could suggest that he's local,

so if you're around that area, keep an eye out.

Please note the attractive tattoo down the side of his neck.

-What's that meant to be?

-I think it's a Celtic cross...

as drawn by a blind donkey on a bouncing castle,

but, hey, it's distinctive.

DS Grogan and Garda Holden will be visiting local boxing gyms.

Now, I know we only have a few hours left on shift,

but we really do need as many people out on the street as possible.

We don't want Gillen giving Donnelly a heads-up.

We'll keep looking, sir, as long as it takes.

-We all will.

-OK.

What are you waiting for?

Oi, I want that uniform off.

That's not a problem.

Where is it? The envelope, it was here, I left it here.

Your insurance letter? It's gone, to the post office.

-When?

-About an hour ago.

Zulu Victor...

DOG BARKS

Sh.

I should kill you right now.

Sean.

Sean, let him go. Let him go!

-You're done.

-Sean, let him go, now.

Now!

Jamie Donnelly, I'm arresting you on suspicion of dangerous driving,

failure to stop after an accident on Ballymena Road, June 4th.

Do you hear me?

I'm going to go and get the car.

She knows all the smack dealers in the flats -

names, numbers, everything.

But she needs reassurance.

Hi, Dawn. I'm Sgt Tyrell.

I wanted to thank you for coming in.

Those scumbag dealers need to leave us alone.

I've got to think of my baby.

-But you've got to look after us.

-We can do that if you help us.

You can go now, Garda Cleere. End of shift.

I'd rather stay, see what happens with Donnelly.

You go on. I'll finish up here.

Just go careful. We don't want to mess this up.

I won't, boss. He's been processed right now,

we'll take him straight in for questioning.

He's denying he's Jamie Donnelly.

What name's he given?

None. All he's saying is he wants a phone call.

How was the arrest? All good?

Yeah, absolutely.

Couldn't have planned it better.

Good luck in there.

Thanks for that.

One more strike and you're out of here.

I've told you everything.

You've really been helpful.

Now you have to get me my flat.

Can't be going back there.

Well, that's not my job.

No, but they said if I help...

Is any of this worth the paper it's written on?

Can I really trust the word of a junkie?

I don't do drugs.

Bad case of chickenpox, is it?

It's the past.

A pregnant junkie.

Don't look down your nose, cow. You know nothing.

You owe the dealers money, is that it?

Want to get out, start afresh where no-one knows you?

Where no-one knows you're a lying, thieving junkie?

I told you, bitch. I'm clean.

But for how long, Dawn?

How long?

On the 4th of June this year, you were driving this car.

You were involved in a collision with an officer of Garda Siochana.

You failed to stop,

causing serious injury and contravening road regulations.

Look at me.

You do understand, Jamie.

Don't call me that.

If you want a solicitor, we can provide you with one.

I don't need one.

So, who did you call?

There's some interesting stuff here.

These are your belongings.

You were carrying them when you ran away from the gym.

Scratch card.

Fancy your luck today, Jamie, do you?

Oh, you shouldn't have.

Who's Marie?

To my darling Marie.

All my love...

..Jamie.

She just walked out on you?

Junkies - can't trust them, can you?

Ex-junkie.

I don't get it, she wanted the dealers out, wanted her kid

to get a better start than she did. I really believed her.

She's gone now. Don't go on about it.

-Got a ham and pineapple for you, Skip.

-I'm not hungry.

-Here, I'll get it for you.

-Keep your hands to yourself!

You're a man who buys chocolates,

you splash out on fancy pink envelopes,

you dot your I's with these lovely smiley faces,

you can't be all that bad, eh, Jamie?

-You sure about that?

-It was an accident, wasn't it?

It easily done. You take your eyes off the road for a second, and...

-Isn't that what happened?

-He didn't stop.

He was in a panic.

He was scared.

Couldn't believe it was really happening, I'll bet.

A jury will understand that.

Sure, we understand that.

Or we could have it all wrong.

Maybe you saw a flash of blue ahead of you.

You've had some run-ins with the guards, haven't you?

Quite the record.

Burglaries, assault...

You thought, "What the hell...?"

Maybe you saw it as your chance to get back at us.

You drove straight into him, you put the pedal down...

-No.

-Maximum impact.

-No.

-Well, what was it then?

Was it an accident or was it a cold-blooded attempt at murder?

I tell you what I'm going to do.

I'm going to go and get you a lovely cup of tea

and you can have a think about that, OK?

DS Grogan, leaving the room at 17.52.

Oh, don't worry, Garda Holden here will look after you.

You know, you haven't asked once about the man you nearly killed.

Do you remember the sound he made when you hit him?

No?

I do.

I thought he was a goner.

Wasn't moving.

No pulse.

Seconds...

away from death.

-Guard!

-It's over for you.

Whoever you called isn't coming.

You're on your own.

Sorry about the tea.

Just totally slipped my mind.

I can't stay here.

Do you know, I've been wondering about who he called, huh?

Was it Marie?

Did you call to tell her that you'd be late,

or did you call her to warn her?

No.

Flushed cheeks, eyes twitching - you are a crap liar, Jamie.

You see, his brain is having to work overtime,

trying to keep up with all these lies he's been telling.

Right. We have your fingerprints in the car, we've a witness who will

swear in court that you had the car on the day of the accident.

Will you put this address through PULSE

and get the officers down to her house immediately?

-You can't do that!

-Why, was it Marie that was driving?

Is that why you won't tell us? Because you're being loyal?

-They can be at her house in, what, half an hour?

-Yeah.

No, you can't.

Oh, do not worry.

We won't tell her that you ratted on her.

Please don't drag her into this.

We haven't. But you have.

Garda Holden...

She's done nothing wrong!

It was me!

I couldn't stop.

It was me.

He hasn't signed.

It's a matter of time. He's spilled his guts already,

so I'm just going to give him five minutes to collect his nerve.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Come in.

What are they putting in the water here?

You look younger than you did ten years ago, McKay.

Detective Inspector Vick Cullen.

In the flesh.

Nikki, Sean, thanks.

-BOTH:

-Hey.

Come on in.

What brings you to my patch?

Nice spot you have here.

You're not here for the view. What's going on?

Heard you got hold of some scrote, a Jamie Donnelly.

Just confessed to a hit and run on one of my officers.

Mmm.

How did you know he was here?

He called me.

PHONE RINGS

I know how you feel, I've been through this myself.

-Stinks, doesn't it?

-No wonder he didn't need a solicitor.

What's he doing out and about?

He's an idiot. You tell him 20 times to lay low...

-And?

-And the guy's an idiot.

Wanted to go and see his girlfriend. Young love, eh?

I'm trying really hard not to shoot the messenger here.

Your case had better be worth it.

He's going to bring down some real evil bastards.

Yeah, right.

Last witness we had...

..they got a sniff.

We found him in a hotel.

Had to scrape what was left of the poor soul off the carpet.

We've been after him for two months.

-What am I going to tell them...?

-Tell them nothing.

Do everything by the book. Send the file to the DPP.

-They won't charge him.

-That bit you skip.

Same old McKay.

That conscience is going to be the death of you.

Trust me, nobody's going to thank you for the truth.

Look, I'll get him to sign whatever you want, it'll look legit.

I need to get him out of here.

And come and visit us sometime, will you?

Shelley's always asking after you and Claire, I mean,

we haven't seen you since the wedding.

-That'd be good, should do that.

-I know it goes against the grain.

Sorry.

Vick.

Can you wait until the rest of them have left for the night?

The longer he's here, the more danger he's in.

For old times' sake.

Singing like a bird, he was.

It was an accident, though.

It doesn't matter.

The point is he didn't stop. We should throw the book at him.

I don't know how you didn't punch his lights out.

Guys, a bit of news.

The file on the hit and run is being sent to the DPP,

and Jamie Donnelly is going to be charged.

-We got him, lads.

-That's brilliant.

He's getting what's coming to him, boss.

Yeah. Yeah, he is.

So...well done, everybody.

Especially Sean and Nikki.

But you've all gone above and beyond.

It's never easy when it's one of our own.

So, I reckon it's... it's probably time to go home.

You're joking? A few jars down the pub, at least.

I'm up for that. Paudge?

Yeah, first round's on Paudge. Spread a bit of that insurance dosh.

-Ange, are you coming?

-Tommy's picking me up.

Tell him you'll catch him later. This is important.

What else would you be doing on a school night?

Come on, before I change my mind.

That's my girl. Boss?

I'll get Claire?

I'll join you later.

Get Adrijan to meet us there, tell him the good news.

Can you not read the sign?

He's your best mate, he deserves better than this.

Look, there's no point hiding away, and there's no point

taking the blame for something you had no control over.

Who says I am?

Have you even seen Adrijan since the hospital?

Why not?

Look, it's none of my business,

but just tell Adrijan, tonight.

Coming through.

You did say double, didn't you, Adrijan?

-Are you definitely off the medication?

-Cross my heart.

Who gave you that? You don't want to be looking at that face.

You don't remember anything about the accident?

Nothing, no. Everything that happened that day's just...

..a black hole.

Hey, a glimpse into Paudge's world.

Thanks for getting him.

ALL: Slainte.

You never doubted us, surely.

Hey, Adrijan. Looking good.

Who the hell needs a spleen anyhow?

It's not the spleen he needs to worry about, it's the bump on his head.

-What bump?

-Paudge doesn't understand why he'd come back to work

and not stay at home for the next six weeks watching telly.

I prefer to work, Paudge.

See? Not the full shilling.

-Here, have a seat, Mrs McKay.

-PHONE BEEPS

Oh, don't call me that, you make me feel like your granny.

You look nothing like my granny.

Still as smooth as ever.

-How are you?

-Better.

-Good.

-Yeah.

-That's good.

I can explain.

But...

not here.

So, where's my husband? Or have you handcuffed him to the computer?

Oh, no, we'll leave that kinky stuff to you.

DOOR OPENS

Right, come on, you.

Donnelly.

If you make it to trial...

..do the right thing.

This way.

I thought you'd be happy knowing you're getting your insurance money.

Yeah, so did I, but I...

Whatever it is, you can tell me.

It all got on top of me, the worry of it.

OK, take a leaf out of Adrijan's book.

Forget about the fire, blank it all out.

Get the place re-decorated, OK?

I will, yeah.

Good.

Here.

Get them a drink.

Ah, you're not going.

Finish this at least.

No, I've somewhere to be.

Have a good night.

I know, OK. But for your information, I did come and see you.

I thought I was the one who got knocked on the head.

I drove to your house loads of times.

Just sat outside in the car.

OK.

I just didn't know what to say.

I know that doesn't make any sense...

Since when did you make any sense? It doesn't matter.

It does matter.

I missed you.

Reports don't write themselves.

We're OK, though?

Me and you.

All right, lads?

Another round?

Uh...

Right. I'll leave you to it, yeah?

I remember some things.

Come on, life's too short.

Got to enjoy it while we can, yeah?

Maybe she would like to see my scar.

-That's not going to work.

-It already has.

Sorry, is that bothering you?

No, it's fine.

Are you sisters?

-No.

-No?

Where the hell have you been?

I thought you'd be gone.

You're pissed.

I've been celebrating.

-Excuse me.

-What about Connor?

You promised you'd come to see him.

No, I didn't.

Oh, great. Like that's going to help.

Get off my back.

What the hell is going on with you?

On time.

Good man.

Sorry about the envoy.

Had to get your attention, though.

I wanted to see you face-to-face...

to apologise.

Ollie shouldn't have come to see you.

I want you to know straight off the bat, that was nothing to do with me.

He needs a leash, that one.

He won't be bothering you again.

You got Beady's word on that.

Still, at least he came to me with your little video nasty here.

You wouldn't want that getting into the wrong hands now, would you, guard?

What do you want?

A chat is all.

Come on.

Take a pew.

I told him you'd be coming.

You trying to punish him, is that it?

No.

He feels bad enough already.

This is Connor we're talking about, our son.

You love the bones of him.

He's a good kid.

You sound like every pathetic parent of a junkie I've ever met.

Our kid's different,

he's not a lying, thieving, selfish...

He's not.

A stint in rehab, bit of counselling,

we'll have our boy back.

Yes. We will.

If only it worked like that.

For someone with so much experience, I can't believe you couldn't see

what was happening under your own roof.

I knew.

You said it was just high spirits, and if I remember correctly,

you said I was overreacting.

And I listened to you.

Look, it's nobody's fault.

It happened. He made a mistake is all.

You're so reasonable.

Take it all in your stride, don't you, Tommy?

Don't you?

Please come and see him.

He needs you.

I can't.

I can't bear to look at him.

Is that going to help, do you think?

His mammy ranting and raving

about how much she hates what he's done to himself?

12 years a guard.

You must really enjoy it.

-It has its moments.

-I bet.

The stories you could tell, eh?

Come on, give us a good one.

What are you going to do with...?

Look at your face.

You think I'm a rat?

No.

Just cos you slipped off the straight and narrow, doesn't have to ruin your life, does it?

Everyone deserves a second chance.

I'm giving you one.

-What do you mean?

-Relax, will you?

It's all good.

Don't lose that phone, will you?

It'd be good to keep in contact, now we're mates.

Don't worry about anything.

Cross my heart.

You can trust me.