Episode 25 Red Rock

-It's a boy.

-You serious?

-There's a problem with his heart.

I made the appointment.

-Three o'clock today.

-Today.

Being a mother means you have to put your child first

before anything or anyone else.

Patricia Hennessy is a vampire.

She will suck you dry.

You're telling everyone Conor's doing

an internship in New York, for God's sake.

Please come and see him.

-He needs you.

-I can't.

I can't bear to look at him.

Home sweet home, huh?

Where's Mum's car?

-She probably just nipped out to the shop for a minute.

-Right.

-Get you something nice.

-A welcome home present?

HE CHUCKLES Go on.

-MOBILE RINGS

-Hi.

-Problem?

-Missing a victim statement.

MOBILE CONTINUES TO RING

-Here, give us a look.

-I don't want to keep you.

You're fine.

-ANSWERPHONE:

-'Hi, Angela here. Leave a message.'

BEEP Your son is just home from rehab.

Where the hell are you?

There's no-one else here.

So we had too much to drink. It's not a crime.

-I'll check upstairs.

-I just told you there's no-one else here.

We're just following procedure, Eva. What's your partner's name?

Josh. Josh Greene.

-And where is he now?

-Out. I sent him to sober up.

Did he hurt you?

-No.

-Well, your neighbour said that she...

She'd no business ringing you.

She said she heard you begging him to stop.

Yeah, to stop throwing things.

-You sure you're OK?

-Just a tummy bug.

Want to keep back. You wouldn't want to catch it.

Eva, is he hurting you?

FOOTSTEPS All clear upstairs.

Right, so, you'll be on your way.

Are you sure there's nothing else you can tell us?

Where he might be?

-Right, so, you know where we are if you need us.

-Here's my number.

Best be going, so.

Look, if you're going to have a lemon face on you all day...

-She was about to admit that he'd hit her.

-Yeah, pigs.

Well, she was until you barged in.

You know, in my time here, not one woman from the Ridge

has ever made a complaint against a partner for assault.

-Not paying support, maybe.

-Well, this is different.

-If you say so.

-How did you get on?

-We didn't.

-That's the Ridge for you.

Maybe his name will pull up something.

-Hey.

-State of this place.

No-one ever clean up after themselves, no?

-Ah, it's not that bad.

-It's a pigsty.

Actually, I'd rather live in a pigsty.

Wouldn't mind another cup of tea.

You know, if you're making one.

-What?

-Nothing.

-Something.

Just...

..keep thinking,

when I found out I was pregnant, I was all over the place.

Thought about terminating him.

What if...he sensed it?

-What are you talking about?

-What if he knew I didn't want him?

What if that caused the hole in his heart?

HE SCOFFS You're being stupid.

No, not stupid.

-Listen, it's normal to be a bit mental when you're pregnant.

-Thanks.

Tell you, when your mum was pregnant on you, she was all over the shop.

Mind you, she's all over the shop when she's not pregnant.

Look, it's just your hormones, love.

Don't you for a second think

that anything that's wrong with that child is your fault cos it's not.

Nothing to do with you. You're a saint.

-He's lucky to have you.

-You sure?

As we were with you.

You're the best thing.

-There's something else.

-What?

-You're not going to like it.

Try me. DOOR CLOSES

Doesn't matter.

What's going on?

He's not on PULSE.

-Josh Greene.

-Who?

-From this morning.

Were you even listening earlier? Ridge women don't squeal.

-So, we do nothing?

-We have done something.

We went, we investigated, we wrote...

YOU wrote up a report. What else do you suggest we do?

You'll never be cast as Batman.

Oh, I don't know. If I put my pants over my trousers,

-it'd be hard to tell from the side.

-You put your pants over your

trousers, you'll look like a baby. Stick a dummy in your mouth.

-Who's putting their pants over their trousers?

-Paudge.

-No, I...

-Thinks he'll look like Batman.

-Who looks like Batman?

-Paudge.

-No, I don't.

-Only in profile if he puts his pants over his trousers.

I am not putting my pants over my trousers.

-Good.

-Sean, I found it. It was where you left it.

-Oh, brilliant.

-Always look in the obvious places first.

You sound like my mum.

-What are you doing here?

-I...forgot my phone here last night.

-Just heading home now.

-PHONE RINGS

-Paudge, it's your friends from the Ridge Estate at it again.

-Go.

-Don't forget your cape.

-HE LAUGHS

-There you go.

-Thanks.

She'll be back soon.

-So, how are you doing?

-I'm grand. It's just...

-..I suppose I'm used to a routine.

-Sure.

You'll be back in college soon, though.

Yeah, exactly.

I'm going to look for a part-time job.

I want to pay you and Mum back, every penny.

Not just for the rehab. For the stuff I stole, too.

I know some of it's irreplaceable.

Good for you. CAR DOOR CLOSES

Conor.

-Great to see you, love.

-You, too.

Place hasn't been the same without you.

-Cleaner, I'll bet.

-Cleaner, sure.

Smoking?

-Yeah, it's better than the last addiction.

-I suppose.

-Just not in the house.

-Yeah, of course.

You know, for Stephen.

For Stephen. Sure.

You should have been here.

-Thanks.

-Thanks, love.

Patricia Hennessy is going to pay for me to go private.

I knew you were up to something.

Should have seen them, Vin. Very cosy, they were.

You've accepted, then?

I'm not going to turn down private care for my baby.

-She's buying you.

-Are you offering to pay?

Will you help me out here?

Patricia Hennessy...

I tell you, she's a neck on her, I'll give her that much.

And to rub my face in it...

-Not everything's about you, Ma.

-Forget about me.

Look what you're doing to your father.

-She's not doing anything to me.

-Please.

-I knew this would happen.

-Katie.

Gutless, you are. Have you no pride?

Just let it go, Bridge.

-Don't tell me you don't feel this, too.

-Course I feel it!

She can hardly come to me, can she?

We can't give her anything.

Door!

-I'm not going in there!

-Come on.

-I don't want to go in there. No!

-HE GRUNTS

-Eva! Eva!

Eva! Eva!

What's going to happen to him?

We're going to hold him while you make a statement

-and then we're going to move to charge him.

-No.

No.

-Eva.

-Get off on this, do you?

Excuse me?

He's never done nothing like this before, OK?

You just don't like his face. All couples fight.

Guess I wouldn't expect you to understand that.

Probably never had a man before. Not a real one.

If we hadn't arrived when we did,

he probably would have really hurt you.

He's been under a lot of pressure, OK?

Wouldn't expect you to know about that either.

You don't have to make excuses for him.

I'm not.

He's stressed.

You know, he just lost his job and he can't get another one bec...

SHE GASPS FOR AIR

I...

-I can't breathe.

-You're all right.

SHE CONTINUES TO GASP It's OK.

You're all right. Calm down. Come on, you're OK.

-Here, I'll do that.

-No, it's fine.

-Go on, let me.

You know, I actually miss doing your washing.

-It's a mammy thing.

-Thanks.

-Hello.

-Hiya.

You know, we should probably talk about

-what we're going to tell Stephen.

-About?

-What you've been up to over the summer.

-You mean he doesn't know?

You didn't tell him?

Stephen thinks you were in New York.

-New York?

-We didn't think he was ready for the truth just yet.

But it's part of my recovery - honesty, being straight.

-You can't expect me to lie.

-What do you want us to tell him?

-I don't know, but...

-That his brother's a junkie?

-Angela!

I'm home.

-They must've cancelled training.

-Do not say anything.

-Hey, man.

-Hey, man, what's the story?

-How was New York?

-It was...deadly. It was deadly.

-She didn't make a statement, did she?

-She'll come round.

A night away from him will make all the difference.

She'll see things more clearly in the morning.

What?

Oh, come on, Mr Cynical. If you have something to say, say it.

You can't save someone who doesn't want to be saved.

Oh, yeah? Well, we'll see about that.

It's like going through buried treasure.

Should've stayed buried. Look at the state of it all.

Darren's.

Hard to believe he was ever that size.

Hm.

What do you think?

Oh, I see you saw the skip at Murphy's, then.

Well, if you're going to dump that lot,

I'd say wait until tonight.

They never did forgive me over that fridge.

Ignore him. We'll give it a bit of a cleaning.

-Then it'll be grand.

-We're kidding ourselves.

Remember a time when Patricia Hennessy

-was just Jack's bit of fluff, that was it?

-I do.

Makes you sick, doesn't it?

I'm sorry. I got you this.

-Thanks.

-It's for you to give to Stephen.

Come on! I'm dying for caffeine.

-Do they not teach you to read in police school?

-What?

The sink is bunged up. I'm waiting for a plumber.

-I'll fix it.

-What, you can do plumbing now?

I'm a man. I can do anything.

What eejit puts coffee granules down the sink?

I don't know. I'll have to ask my staff.

-It was you.

-No, it wasn't.

-You're lying.

-I just spotted your tell.

-My what?

-When a person lies,

they make an unconscious gesture, and I've just seen yours.

-Did they teach you that in police school?

-Dan Brown, actually.

What, you don't believe me?

Right, I'm going to ask you three questions

and you're going to lie for one of them.

-And you're going to know?

-Yeah.

-Favourite band?

-Thin Lizzy.

-First pet?

-Goldfish.

First boy you ever kissed?

Kyle Boland.

You never had a goldfish.

How did you...?

How did you do that?

-You in court or something?

-Going to a funeral.

-Here.

-Who died?

-You wouldn't know him.

-Try me.

-Friend of my da's,

-Digger Murphy.

-Didn't know he had any.

Yeah, well, sorry, I have to be going.

You're welcome.

-Is he off his meds again?

-He's up to something.

I need you to make a call for me.

-Tikka masala, right?

-Yeah, and extra poppadoms.

-I'm going to the Indian. Biriyani?

-I'm not hungry, thanks.

Well, you probably will be later. Where's my keys?

-So, come on. What was New York like?

-It's just like the films.

-Yeah?

-What was your favourite place?

-I don't know.

-Show me some photos, huh?

-Hey, hey, hey!

-What's your problem?

-I don't have any photos, OK?

You went to New York and you didn't take any photos?

-Just get off my case, will you?

-Conor?

I can't do it. You've got to tell him.

My house, my rules.

I'd never put you down as a Thin Lizzy fan.

Dad was a bit of a rocker back in the day.

Soundtrack to my childhood.

Have you ever heard of the cover band The Bony Bezzy?

No. Are they good?

Well, there can only ever be one Phil, but...

I'll take you some night, if you like.

What, like a date?

I'm sorry. I didn't mean...

No, it's fine.

No sweat. Anyway, better head back.

-See ya.

-Yeah, see ya.

-What did you do?

-I think I just blew it.

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Thought you'd still be in the pub crying into your pint.

Wasn't a funeral I was at.

-Go away.

-Heard about a job.

-A proper job?

-A caretaker.

The man looked at me like I was a joke,

I wasn't fit to clean the bogs.

Listen, don't worry about it. Keith, come down here!

We are better than that, Vin. Keith!

-I'm here.

-Go on, tell your da.

Yeah, I have a job for you.

I asked him to ask around. The off chance, like.

-Dammo and Mick, they need a driver.

-HE SCOFFS

-Doing what?

-It's a jewellery shop out in Dalkey.

Dammo's girlfriend works there, so...

HE SCOFFS Are yous joking me?!

-It's four grand, Vin.

-No!

It's a good cut.

-You're mad. After what happened the last time!

-Oh, will you stop?

-That was years ago.

-Yeah, well, you weren't the one locked up, Bridge.

Do you want that Hennessy bitch paying for our grandchild?

-Course I don't.

-Then do something about it.

Well, I'm not doing time.

Listen, you will only do time if you get caught.

Do this for Katie.

For the baby.

Me and you...

..we can do this.

RATTLING

What are you...?

It was under the drawer. I was going to flush it.

-Is there any more?

-No.

-Are you sure?

-Yes. God, I'd tell you.

-You didn't tell me about this.

-Because...

-You didn't tell me

-till I found it in your hand!

-I wasn't going to use it.

-You were hardly going to admit...

-Look, I wasn't going to use it.

It's just, after yesterday, I didn't want to upset you.

-Get your father.

-Oh, Mum.

-Now, Conor.

Hey.

-What are you doing?

-I'm not doing it.

-It's four grand, Vinny.

-And what would Katie say?

-That little madam has already done enough damage.

-Don't!

Going cup in hand to Patricia Hennessy.

-Where's the respect in that?

-I don't want to end up inside.

-But you wouldn't...

-I want to be here for my grandchild.

Living hand-to-mouth?

What you going to do? Share a can of scrumpy with him?

Stop it, will you? Just stop it!

I'm sick...I'm sick of sitting on that couch vegging like a...

-I just want to do something for him. You know? Something good.

-You can.

If I get caught...

..we'd be further from that kid than ever, you know that?

We're not getting any close, you sitting on the couch.

No.

You're right. We're not.

Look, he said he was going to flush it. We have to believe him.

I just think we need a clear set of ground rules

so that we're all on the same page.

Yeah, of course. We talked about it in therapy.

No drinking, no parties, no staying over with friends.

-We went through it, Ange.

-It's not just a list of don'ts.

Conor, you have to be upfront with us.

-You can't go sneaking around behind our backs.

-I'm sorry, OK?

You'll need to have your phone with you at all times

and answer it when we call. Home every night by nine.

We agreed ten.

It's just if I'm in college, by the time I get back...

You know what? Nine's fine. We'll say nine. It's cool.

I'm going to start going to an NA meeting every day.

-I was looking up local meetings.

-Well, no, you can't go locally.

You are a guard's son.

-So?

-Do I have to spell it out for you?

Some little thug could target you.

All right, OK.

-Then God knows.

-I get it, Ma, OK? No-one can find out.

-And not Stephen either.

-Fine.

You're straight up about everything. I don't want any surprises, OK?

This is for you, as well, Conor.

-Do you do painkillers?

-All out.

You might want to eat that. It's going to be a long day.

You know, if you're waiting for Eva to press charges...

..it's not going to happen.

You can't hold me.

Right.

Just go over there real casual.

If I do that, then he'll know that I like him.

-You do like him.

-I know, but...

But what? Afraid he'll reject you? Afraid he'll laugh in your face?

-Sounds familiar to me.

-I didn't exactly...

OK.

OK, I'll do it.

Double espresso.

-Wrong table.

-It's on the house.

It's my way of saying thank you for the dig out yesterday.

We can't accept gifts.

Right, you ready, Paudge?

Waste not, want not.

Do not speak.

-Don't forget your lunch.

-Cheese.

Better than a slap on the back of the neck.

-Yeah, I know, and no shoes on your feet.

-Got it in one.

Hey, is Conor OK?

-Yeah, why?

-I don't know, he just seemed a bit odd.

It's probably just jet lag.

-Right.

-Go.

-All the gories later, yeah?

-Yeah, sure.

Thought you'd still be in the land of zeds.

-I thought I'd head into college.

-Good man. Getting back out there.

I need some cash for the registration fee.

Right. Well, why don't I give you a lift down

-and I'll pay them when I'm there?

-Yeah, great, thanks.

-We agreed, no large sums of cash.

-I know.

That's why I'm giving him a lift.

You think we should cut him some slack, don't you?

-Is that not what got us into this mess in the first place?

-Ange.

This is our fault, Tommy.

Our responsibility, our kid, our fault.

And I'm not going to let it happen again.

Used to have such a fire in his belly.

When he was at the top of his game, there was nothing he couldn't do.

-Da?

-Yeah. Why do you think I married him?

Maybe he is depressed.

Well, if he is, he needs to cop on to himself.

-Big time.

-Here, that's your father you're talking about.

-Show some respect.

-I'm agreeing with you, Ma.

Yeah, yeah, I know, son.

It's just maybe if he didn't feel so bad about himself,

he could get back to who he was, get his finger out and man up.

So...how are you doing?

Grand, yeah. Things got a bit out of hand yesterday,

but everything's fine now.

-Where's Josh?

-We'd still like you to make a statement.

There's no need to now, is there?

Eva, this wasn't the first time he assaulted you, was it?

He loves me.

It's a peculiar way of showing it.

How would you know? You don't know us.

He's been good to me and I'm such a mess.

Like you were yesterday?

Eva, if you don't stand up to him, it's never going to get any better.

-I want you to leave now.

-Eva.

-You heard me.

-Heya, Ma!

-You little...

Keith, slow down, will you? Me bleeding heels.

You need to give up them old fags, Ma.

-The baby's pram?

-Katie's going to love it.

Well, you said Da needed a lift.

I said he needed to do something and it wasn't robbing a bleeding pram!

DOOR OPENS Don't you say a word.

I'll do all the talking.

-Surprise!

-What's this?

-What's it look like?

We got it on eBay. Thought you could give it to Katie.

That's a grand-looking thing, isn't it? How much?

-50 euro.

-You got a bargain there.

The family were going away.

They needed to get rid of loads of stuff.

Katie's going to love this.

-Oh, she didn't leave her purse, did she?

-Cards and all?

-Don't worry, I'll give her a call.

-What's the address, Bridge?

-What?

The address, where you picked up the pram?

It was a funny-sounding road, wasn't it?

Yeah, it was Crescent Moon...Park...Avenue.

Something.

Yous didn't.

A baby's buggy.

Ah, she was loaded, Da.

-Oh, that makes it right, does it?

-I don't know.

-Does it?

-I don't know.

Say that was Katie's buggy, huh?

Taken on her, left stranded,

with no bus fare home, huh?!

What would you call them?

Poxbottle scum.

Poxbottle scum.

Hi. I would love a cappuccino.

Your son is a bit of a dark horse, isn't he?

Before you get too excited, it's just a trial.

-What are you doing here?

-Looking for a job.

-I told Dad.

-You should have said to me about it,

after everything I said this morning.

-Sorry, I...

-You can't just go creeping around.

I'm not creeping around. I'm just trying to do the right thing.

Then tell me before you do it.

Now, I want to trust you, Conor,

but it's like you're not really listening to me. I mean,

-is there anything else I should know?

-Mum, please, OK? Not here.

-OK, we'll talk tonight.

-Yeah, fine.

-Again.

-Fine!

A baby's buggy.

-He wanted you to have something nice to give to Katie.

-Something nicked.

Something designer-y. She deserves that.

To be honest, it's the only way we're going to get it.

Oh, kick me while I'm down, why don't you?

What do you want me to say?

-What?

-I don't know.

This baby, you know, it's a fresh start.

-It's a chance to change.

-What's wrong with who we are?

I want the child to be proud of us, Bridge,

and that won't happen if I'm driving getaway cars

and you're nicking prams.

-Keith did it.

-You didn't exactly try to stop him, did you?

It all happened so... Here, I'm not explaining myself to you.

No, because you can't.

Well, at least he had the balls to go out and do something.

I'll do something all right.

Where are you going?

I'm bringing this back to its rightful owner.

-And say what?

-Say, "Here's your buggy back."

Why don't you stick a cross in your back while you're at it?

-What's going on?

-I'm not taking any chances.

-I told you there's no...

-Conor, come on, you were out of it

half the time. How could you possibly be sure?

-Would you just stop?

-What's going on?

I can't do it.

Why haven't you released him yet?

There's still time to change your mind, Eva.

I just want him home. What part of that don't you get?

All right, take a seat.

Josh Greene, I'm releasing you from detention.

The complaint has been withdrawn.

I knew she wouldn't. She loves me.

Well, you're on our radar now. We'll be keeping a close eye.

One leather belt. One set of house keys. Laces.

A wallet with 40 euro, bank card...

..and your immigration card.

Just sign there.

-Do you miss home?

-This is my home.

Oh, one more thing.

Josh Greene, I'm arresting you for offences under the Immigration Act.

-You can't do that.

-If you'd like to say anything...

-It's only a few

-weeks out of date.

-..but anything you do say will be taken down

in writing and may be given in evidence!

HE GRUNTS Thank you.

I know what's going to happen.

She's not going to want it after you having your maulers all over.

-I'm not a leper, Ma.

-I know that, love. She doesn't.

Probably thinks you're some druggie out of your bin on smack.

Anyway, I'm sure she's been online and bought herself a new pram.

So, thanks to your father, everyone loses.

Got a job.

-What are you talking about?

-The buggy woman.

She couldn't believe someone was so decent

to bring back her pram, wallet and all.

St Vincent(!)

What, she asked you to clean her toilets?

Her husband, it turns out, runs a security firm

and they're always looking for decent, honest people.

-A real job.

-Mm-hm.

See that, son? That's what happens when you do something decent.

-How much are they paying you?

-They're paying me.

-How much?

-They didn't say.

-Probably peanuts.

-Well, it's a job. It's a start.

-Could have got four grand in that other job.

-And a stint in The Joy.

"Well, congrats, Vinny.

"Well done."

Here, I thought you wanted him working.

Not for five cent an hour, I don't.

-It's deadly, Da.

-And got you something.

-What's this?

-It's the buggy I'm going to get you.

Now, it'll take a couple of months to get the money together, but...

What?

You don't like it?

It's OK, it's OK. We can pick another one if you want.

It's perfect.

Just happy to help.

-Eva.

-Where is he? What's going on?

If you want to come into one of the interview rooms.

I'm not going anywhere with you. I want to see Josh.

I'm afraid that's not possible.

He's been arrested for breaching his visa conditions.

-It's only out of date by a couple of weeks.

-That's not the point.

Please don't do this.

Please don't send him away.

I'm begging you.

Please.

Look, all things considered, it's probably for the best.

He's the only man I've ever loved. What are you talking about?

Why couldn't you just mind your own bloody business, huh?

-Why do you love playing God?

-Hey! Take it easy.

-Bitch!

-SHE SPITS

-Right, that's it.

-Sean, Sean! Let her go, let her go.

-Eva, go home before you get arrested.

-Go home?

Go home to what?

-You OK?

-Yeah.

Maybe Paudge is right. Maybe we are just wasting our time.

It's like being in rehab. I...

..couldn't wait to get out.

And now, I actually kind of miss the place, you know?

The routine and...

I just feel so raw, like, you know?

I'm trying so hard to, I don't know...

..be normal.

And every time my mother looks at me, I can see it in her.

Disappointment.

Anger. And I...I just...

I just...

I love her, you know. I love her so much.

She makes me feel so ashamed.

It's not her fault.

It's mine. I let her down and...

I'm trying. I'm really trying, you know?

I don't...I don't know what else to do, you know?

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Right, it's been nearly four hours. Are you just going to sit there?

-What do you want me to do?

-I'm going to go find him.

-No, Ange.

We can't go chasing after him every time he goes AWOL.

You had a fight. He's just blowing off some steam.

How exactly do you think he's doing that?

So, we start thinking the worst straight off the bat, is that it?

No, it's just I shouldn't have been...

Earlier, I should have been more...

..kind. RATTLING

Conor?

Relax. I was at a meeting in town.

-You should have let us know.

-I know.

-I was angry.

-That's no excuse, son.

I'm sorry about earlier, like.

I shouldn't have stormed off like that.

It doesn't solve anything.

Well, you're home now. How was the meeting?

Yeah, it was...it was good. I met some really cool people.

But they said I should sit down and talk with you,

let you know what's going on with me.

Um, Dad, can we...?

Yeah, of course.

I know this is hard for you,

and I'm sorry about that, OK? I really am.

I'm just so scared, Conor.

You know, I should have known something was up.

I should have seen the signs.

I just...

-I just don't want it to happen again.

-Neither do I, Mum.

You have to believe that.

I want nothing more than to stay clean

and get on with my life. That's all I want.

And you need to realise this. OK?

Because every single thing that you've done

since I've came home has made...

Like, every comment, every look has made me want to shoot up.

And if I'm going to have any kind of a chance here,

you really need to just back off

because if you don't, I'm...I'm finished, all right?

I'm completely finished.

Thanks for listening.