Episode 28 Red Rock

Have to move some stuff. I need to know the checkpoints.

I can't do this any more. I want it to be over.

You plead guilty to manslaughter, it would speed things up.

-I'll do it.

-I gave you the checkpoints. What more do you want?

This is over when I say it's over, so shut your mouth and stop whining.

Do you want to be labelled a killer the rest of your life?

-I will anyway.

-The Kielys will need to be told about it.

-Can they stop me?

-No, but they can object.

-So, what do we do?

-Hope the Kielys can be persuaded.

That's smashing, Bridge.

Ah, here. You're not going looking like that.

-Why?

-Cos I want you dressed up for Darren.

I am dressed up for Darren.

-I hate Liverpool.

-Here, leave that alone.

-Why?

If you wanted breakfast, you should've come down earlier.

-I don't know why you're rushing.

-DOORBELL RINGS

Darren's not going anywhere. Right, fine.

But if I faint from the hunger, don't blame me.

Oh. What do you want?

There's something I need to speak to you about.

Yeah?

Speak.

Maybe we should sit down.

Fancy a shoplifter?

Not since I was 12.

Me and Elaine Murphy used to steal Mars bars from the local shop

on our lunch break.

It was worth it, if you know what I mean.

What?!

She was gorgeous. Like you never stole anything.

-I didn't.

-Sure you didn't.

Angela not back from the Kielys yet?

No, sir.

Not even a penny sweet?

I swear, I didn't.

MOBILE PHONE BEEPS

How dare you come in here and ask us to let him away with murder.

Bridget, I'm not asking you anything of the sort.

Michael Hennessy is a murderer.

-He won't be getting any plea bargain from us.

-Let me be clear.

Now, as your FLO, it's my job to inform you of the request

and answer any questions you have.

That's all.

I'm not trying to influence your decision.

This plea bargain, what would happen if we supported it?

-We're not supporting it.

-I know.

I'm just asking what would happen if we did.

Michael Hennessy would be sentenced for manslaughter

and could be sent to prison.

Could be?

Manslaughter doesn't carry a mandatory prison sentence.

Well, you can forget that.

He won't walk away from this. No way.

More than likely, Mr Hennessy would receive a custodial sentence.

"More than likely" isn't good enough.

Even if he's tried for murder,

there's no guarantee he'll be found guilty.

I thought that was your job - to make sure he is.

We gather the evidence. The verdict is up to the jury.

The judge decides the sentence.

Well, we want our day in court - for Darren.

We want to see our son's murderer go down for life.

Understood.

Well, I'll keep you informed.

So, what now? Is that the end of it cos we don't agree?

Not necessarily.

I mean, obviously it would help their plea if you supported them,

but they can still try to push ahead without your support.

They won't get it. Not if we're against it.

That's up to the DPP.

You mean the Hennessys could still get a plea bargain

even if we're against it?

Yeah.

HE SIGHS

So, what the hell were you thinking, Ed?

I promise, I'm not doing anything wrong.

-All a misunderstanding.

-You'd better hope so.

-This isn't like you.

-I swear, I didn't do it.

-You were seen shoplifting on CCTV.

-I can explain, honestly.

Come on, Eddie, please. Get in the car, will you?

-It's a mistake.

-We're not offering you a lift home.

-Just do as you're told.

-Look at your man over there.

That's who you should be arresting, not me.

Everybody knows the type he is.

No harm in having a quick chat.

Just leave it. We have to get him back.

-Ah, Garda Brennan.

-No way.

We've been ordered to stop and search,

and that's what we're going to do.

Sharon!

Bring him in, let me go. That's fair, that is.

Just get in the...

Shut up and get in the car, will you?

Look who it is.

-Is there a problem, Guard?

-Oh, we'll soon find out.

Would you like to tell me what I've done?

I'll deal with him. You check his car.

-Take it easy.

-Well, you want it to look good, don't you?

-You haven't replied to my text.

-I don't want anything.

-You want this, trust me.

-Just spit it out.

-Laser Byrne.

-Who?

-A fella in my own line of work.

-A thug, is it?

-Watch your mouth.

He's dealing from the car park

beside the football field in the evenings.

Beady...

Before training. The gear is in the empty drink cans.

..I don't want to know.

A young lad takes the order and the cash

and then Laser kicks the product over like it's rubbish.

Right under your nose, it is.

Why are you telling me this?

Because drug dealing is a disgrace and I'm a concerned citizen.

And I like you, so I thought I'd do you a favour.

You should be more grateful, really, shouldn't you?

It's clean.

Me too.

Have a good day, Guard.

Thank you.

I'll call you back.

Well?

How bad?

Yeah, we couldn't have timed it any worse.

-Oh?

-Today would've been Darren Kiely's birthday.

They'd even made him a cake.

I take it the answer was no, then.

Let's just say they made their feelings on the matter very clear.

OK. Thanks, anyway.

Hey, love. Angela is just back.

No. It's not good news.

Can you talk to them? Please, Claire.

Oh, there must be something you can do. Anything.

I can't do this any more.

Let's just wait it out, give them time.

They might change their minds.

You have to do something about this, Claire.

It's what we're paying you for.

Mum!

If my boy wants this plea,

then I'm going to do everything I can to make this happen.

Aren't you?

-This is your shoplifter?

-Yep.

-Eddie, really?

This is all a big misunderstanding. You'll see.

Shall I put a call through to your social worker?

No need. Sure, we can sort this between ourselves now, can't we?

-Can you finish this?

-OK, where are you going?

I have a report to write up.

Are you feeling all right?

Just doing my job.

Wonders will never cease.

MOBILE PHONE VIBRATES

Hello? Yeah.

You say something, love.

-Like what?

-Something nice.

For us all.

I don't know what to say...

except...

that we love you, Darren.

And we miss you.

And we're thinking of you, always.

That was the solicitor on the phone.

Patricia Hennessey wants to meet us, have a word.

I've got two.

She wants to offer us compensation for what happened.

I hope you told her where to go with herself.

No, I didn't.

I said we'd meet her.

It was an honest mistake, really. I meant to pay.

You'll have to do better than that, Eddie.

There were no baskets left, so I used my shopping bag instead.

I just...

-I'd walked out before I realised what I'd done.

-Really?

-Sure, they grabbed me on my way back in.

-Check it.

It's on the CCTV.

Pint of milk, six packets of soup, block of cheddar cheese,

two tins of beans, packet of rashers, loaf of bread.

Not exactly high-end.

Honestly, Garda Cleere, it was a mistake.

Sometimes I forget things.

You know my record. How many favours have I done for you?

Well, you've certainly always tried your best to be helpful.

We'll check the CCTV. If you're right, we'll let you go.

Oh, thank you. Thank you, Sergeant Tyrell.

You're a saint. A Garda angel, huh?

Are you OK? Oh, my God. Have you been hurt?

-You're bleeding.

-Oh, that's nothing. It'll be all right.

Get the first aid kit, Sharon.

-No, don't do that.

-Did someone attack you? It's OK.

-You can tell us.

-Is it all right if I take a look?

-No, stop.

-Now, I just want to help.

-There's no point.

Please don't be mad at me.

HOOVER WHIRS

Feet.

Don't know what you're going to all this effort for. For her!

I'm not having Patricia Hennessey coming in here

and turning her nose up at us.

And you, run a brush through that hair.

Seriously?

Yes. Seriously.

She's no better than us, and I'm not having her thinking she is.

Brush your hair.

And I don't want you acting up while she's here either.

-Best behaviour.

-It's like a palace, Bridge.

Like a palace.

DOORBELL RINGS

Will I get that?

Yeah.

Thank you for seeing me.

KNOCK AT DOOR

-Is this a bad time?

-No, Paudge. Come on in.

It's just a little something I overheard earlier, boss,

about a dealer in the area.

-Beady?

-Huh?

Is it Beady?

No, a fella called Laser.

-Laser Byrne.

-Yeah, that's the one.

Apparently, he's selling from the car park near the football field

of an evening before training.

Yeah, I've heard of him. Bit of an upstart, apparently.

Beady must be slipping if he's muscling in.

Yeah, that's what I was thinking.

Well, I'll pass it on to Nikki.

Good work, Paudge.

-That's for you.

-Thank you.

You have a lovely home.

Cake?

No.

Thank you.

In case you were wondering,

he would've been 26 today if your son hadn't murdered him.

If I could change things, I would.

This has been a tragedy for both families.

Really?

But Michael isn't a murderer. He didn't mean to kill Darren.

I know that for a fact. It was an accident.

Yeah. We'll let the courts decide that.

Actually, that's why I'm here, what I've come to discuss.

I have an offer for you.

-I know I've let you down.

-That's good not good enough, Eddie.

-Explain.

-Yeah, you of all people. Why?

It's cold now.

What does that have to do with anything?

My heating bills are rolling in,

even if the heat is only on for an hour or so in the evening.

I was hungry.

Never thought I'd...

I let you down. I let myself down.

That's a rare old sob story, Eddie.

-What?

-I don't believe a word of it.

-It's the truth, I swear.

I'm sorry I let you down, Sergeant Tyrell.

Lock me up if you want. I know I deserve it.

Why haven't you spoken to anyone about this?

What about your social worker?

I've just been all over the place, really.

Sorry.

I'm sorry. Sorry.

OK, Eddie. I believe you. I do.

But I'm going to call the supermarket

and explain the situation.

I'm not making any promises,

but I will try to get them to understand.

Oh, thank you, Sergeant.

In return for supporting Michael's manslaughter plea,

I will pay compensation for Darren's death.

You can't put a price on Darren's life.

I know that. It's a gesture. That's all.

Yeah, well, you can shove your money.

Think of Katie's baby.

How much you could provide for it with a nice lump sum.

Don't bring that into it.

I'm just saying that this money could change your life.

The baby's life.

How much?

-We're not taking that money, Bridge.

-We're not, Ma. No way.

How much is this compensation?

20,000.

20,000?

All your money and that's all you're willing to pay

to get your son off a murder charge?

OK.

50.

I'd sell this house and everything I own to get Darren back.

How much do you want?

No.

You tell me.

How much are you willing to pay for Michael's freedom?

How much are you willing to pay to avoid a life sentence?

80,000.

100.

150,000.

I'll write you a cheque for now.

You can't buy this family.

Your son is going down for life.

Would you like me to wrap you a slice of cake to go?

-I've spoken to the supermarket.

-Yeah?

They've decided not to press charges.

-A saint. Didn't I tell you?

-On one condition.

-Anything.

-You're barred from that shop, understood?

-Understood.

-One thing.

-Go ahead.

Will you be wanting to hang onto the steak?

It's just...nothing to eat for my tea.

150,000. You had 150,000 in your hand.

Think of what we could've done with it, huh?

-You saying I should've taken it?

-No.

That bitch, though. Trying to buy us off like that.

-Makes me sick.

-Don't worry about it, son.

We made sure that Michael Hennessy will still be put away for murder.

Tyrell said that they can still get the plea without our support.

Ah, nah. That won't happen. We'll see to that.

Look, the most important thing is we did something right today.

For Darren.

-For Darren.

-For Darren.

-Where are you off to?

-Out.

Paudge.

-Good news.

-What's that?

Laser Byrne, caught right in the act.

Bringing him in now. That's good intel, Paudge.

The informant is a regular, is he?

No, some scrote that collared me out on patrol.

Wanted to rat on his mate. You know what they're like.

They never tell us anything until it suits them.

Well, lucky for us. That's a good job.

Thanks, boss.

Beady Burke must be bricking it. He must be next on your radar.

I'd say he's out celebrating. His competition has been eliminated.

Laser Byrne was moving in on Beady's turf.

Beady's got his monopoly back.

All his Christmases have come at once.

Still, good policing, Paudge.

It's all about knowing when to act.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS Tommy!

It's your phone!

Tommy!

-It's all right, you know.

-What's that?

-To take her calls here.

It's all right. I wasn't hanging up for you.

Is everything OK with Ciara?

Yeah.

Just worried I'm spending too much time with my son.

Your son or your wife?

-Has Michael seen this?

-It'll be gone before he gets in.

-At least it better be.

-This is the last thing he needs.

He's in a bad enough state as it is.

So, James, I want to press charges.

-Against who?

-Who do you think, Banksy?

I saw Keith Kiely with my own eyes.

He sprayed paint all over my windscreen.

I want him arrested.

And we want the Kielys to support the plea bargain, don't we?

A little bit of paint isn't worth hurting Michael over.

Sometimes I really don't know whose side you're on.

Michael's.

The Kielys will never accept the plea bargain.

You don't know that for a fact.

I know that for a fact. I paid them a visit yesterday.

-You did what?

-Are you insane?

What happened? What did they say?

I take it the Kielys paid us a visit.

Very symbolic.

-What?

-Blood on your hands.

-It's paint.

-I can see that.

-What did you do?

-Nothing.

Oh, yeah?

So, you storm out of here furious with Patricia Hennessey

ignoring all of Da's orders to do nothing,

and now you're covered in paint.

-Shut up, Kate, will you?

-Let me guess.

Graffiti - Harbour Haulage, maybe?

It probably said something like "Murderers"

but probably spelled wrong.

Oh, you're a smartarse, aren't you?

Turpentine will shift that, and don't be an idiot again, Keith.

You're always texting, do you know that?

Yeah, says the man who's texting.

Yeah, but see, I always text, whereas you...

-I like to talk to people.

-Well, you did. Not any more.

-I'm talking to you now.

-No, you're not. You're texting.

You're going back for some more with that Sabine, aren't you?

No, if I had a woman I would tell you all about it, Sean.

Come on. Why don't you just tell me who it really is.

You would've, once upon a time. You've changed.

Now you're...texting.

-I can tell you're getting some.

-Some what?

-Action.

-Action?

-Yeah.

-How do you know that?

Cos you're texting. And smiling.

MOCKINGLY SOBS: And I'm not important in your life any more.

-Do you plan on doing any work today?

-Sorry, Skip.

You will be.

Now, she's certainly not getting any.

-Who's not getting any?

-Angela.

-And you are, are you?

-As if you even need to ask.

Ah, but the real news is that Adrijan here is also...getting some.

Lads, is this your way of finally telling us that you're together?

Did you hear that, Sharon? Sean and Adrijan have come out at last.

I'm so happy for you both.

-That's...funny.

-Hilarious. And I don't have a woman.

BELL RINGS

Hi. Sorry to keep you waiting. Can I help you?

I'd like to speak to Sergeant Angela Tyrell, please.

Can I ask what it's about?

Tell her it's Ciara. She'll know.

OK.

So you thought you could just march on in there?

-You thought offering the money would help?

-They're Kielys.

It's pretty much the only thing they understand.

You better hope no-one knows about this.

-The point is, how are we going to make this right?

-We can't.

She offered them blood money.

Don't. Just don't. Don't speak to me like this.

Why? What are you going to do?

Send us all to jail? I've no chance now.

That's not true.

Keith Kiely committed criminal damage.

We go after him, we have a pretty good chance. James.

Come on, Patricia. It's a dab of paint, not a petrol bomb.

-It was an act of naked aggression.

-What did you expect him to do?

You put a price on their son's life.

You have to stop this. Now.

I need to talk to you.

Not here.

-What do you want?

-I would've thought that was obvious.

Not to me. I'm afraid you'll have to spell it out.

Let him go, Angela.

Tommy is a big boy. He can make his own decisions.

He doesn't want you any more.

First of all, do not turn up at my work to try and embarrass me.

If you've got a problem, we can deal with this elsewhere.

Secondly, don't you dare presume to tell me what my husband wants.

You're using Conor to keep him.

-What does that mean?

-Handy, isn't it?

A nice little addiction. That'll keep Tommy at home.

How dare you.

It wouldn't surprise me if you were dealing to him yourself.

That's assault.

Find a witness.

Sarge, I'm just about to go to the cafe for coffee.

Do you want anything?

Sarge?

Sarge?

-Ah, leave it, Skip. I'll clear it up.

-No.

It's OK.

Are you free? I need you to go around to the Kielys' house.

-They won't...

-They will. I'm coming too.

Are you OK?

I'm grand.

It's OK, Sarge. You go. We'll clear this.

Thank you.

Hello, stranger.

Siobhan. What are you doing here?

Um, well, I've been thinking about you.

Right.

Look, I feel really bad

about the way I just ran out on you last week,

and you were trying to explain to me

and I didn't really give you a chance.

No.

See, the thing that I'm trying to get my head around

is that I met this guy and he seemed really cool and he was very cute.

Um, then I find out that he killed someone.

Anyway, I'm here to say if you still want to explain,

I'm willing to listen.

Right.

So, do you want to meet for a drink later?

Maybe your mum's place?

OK. Great.

Cool.

-You're wrong.

-I'm not, though.

-It's about fluidity.

Everything interchangeable.

Apart from your last man, you react to events.

-See, that's why a woman can't play.

-Don't you dare.

It's about fixed positions. Knowing your place.

A clear sense of your role, like a marriage.

-Don't you dare!

-What's like a marriage?

Five-a-side, except it's not.

Well, obviously not your modern kind of marriage.

-What does that mean?

-Have you guys seen Adrijan?

It means not like a proper marriage

where man is a man and a woman is a woman.

Oh, my God. I'm living in the 1800s. Sean, help.

There's a phrase you don't hear every day.

Where is Adrijan?

Oh, he went out a second ago half nude.

I'm telling you, he's up to something,

and I'll bet my coffee sups it's a lady.

I don't suppose he said where he was going?

-No.

-Well, he's not going to get away with it.

You're not going to follow him. You can't.

It's killing me.

He's keeping it quiet cos she's either a wagon

or a hot, sexy mama he's trying to keep to himself.

Either way, I'm going to find out.

Don't tell me you don't want to know who's finally captured...

-IMITATES ADRIJAN:

-..his dark, brooding Croatian heart.

Oh, God. What do you want?

-Can we come in? We need a word.

-HE SIGHS

Bridget.

Keith.

Harbour Haulage was vandalised last night.

What are you telling us for?

"Murdering scum" was graffitied on the front of Harbour Haulage.

Everybody knows Michael killed Darren.

Sure, that could've been anybody.

Keith was seen by Patricia Hennessey.

So what if I was? What are you going to do?

Are you going to arrest me?

Here, go on. Go on. Put your cuffs on.

Don't push us.

Right, that's it.

You arrest him,

see how "grieving family harassed" plays out for you.

I'm letting Keith away with a caution.

But this is it. It ends here. No more reprisals.

We're not the ones with a murderer for a brother-in-law.

Enough. This isn't about the plea bargain.

I need you to promise me

that I won't have to come back down here again.

Can you do that?

DOORBELL RINGS

What the...?

I wasn't sure you'd actually be here.

Thought I'd stand you up?

Wouldn't blame you.

I said I'd listen, so...take this.

Tell me what happened.

I'll take the one on the right.

She rang me.

She came here to my workplace.

You shouldn't have hit her.

-You told her about Conor.

-I...

Whatever happens, whoever you're with, he's our son,

and what affects him stays between us. We agreed.

-Jesus, Angela, I had to talk to someone.

-Yeah, me.

That someone is me, Tommy.

Well, maybe if I thought you wouldn't bite my head off.

Oh, I'm sure she was very understanding.

Easy for her. Her son isn't a recovering addict.

She won't tell anyone, if that's what you're worried about.

You know, she actually accused me

of using Conor to keep you away from her.

You really know how to pick them, don't you?

She knows that's not true. I'll put her straight.

I can't do it. It's too much.

Me or her, Tommy. You can't have both.

You did nothing but give him a bit of a warning?

I thought you understood.

It's not in anyone's interest to inflame the situation.

Let's not lose perspective here. It's a bit of graffiti.

Try telling that to my brother.

You know what he's been going through.

It's obvious the Kielys are not going to cooperate,

so I don't see the point of carrying on

with this softly-softly rubbish.

-You should've arrested him.

-He lost his brother.

I'm about to lose mine.

It's hardly the same thing, and you know it.

You know what the Kielys are like.

Don't. Don't try to justify it.

I care about Michael, but he killed Darren.

He'll do a few years inside. Darren Kiely lost his life.

For God's sake, once, just once, support me, support my family.

-That's Patricia talking.

-No.

It's family talking.

But then that's not something you seem to know a lot about.

You know, I didn't realise I'd married your mother.

SHE SCOFFS

SHE SIGHS

Say something.

Fancy another?

Stephen didn't fancy the bowling after all

so I dropped them at the cinema instead.

Should give us a couple of hours.

-Ange, what you said...

-I meant it.

I can't live like this any more.

-Don't try and talk me round.

-I won't. You're right.

This has to stop.

You're not the only one sick and tired of it all.

Yeah, I thought we were doing right by the kids. Protecting them.

But we were so busy trying to get our story straight...

we didn't even notice our son was on drugs.

HE SIGHS I'm sorry.

Just go, please. Just go.

I'm not going anywhere.

You told me to make a choice.

I did.

Me and Ciara...

it's over.

Come on, spill.

-What are you talking about?

-Adrijan's mystery woman.

-Who is she?

-No idea.

-You're lying.

-I'm not.

I lost them, OK? Got stuck at some lights.

Don't know where he is.

I don't know what I want.

I don't even know what that means, you leaving her.

It means I'm choosing you. Us.

Why? Nothing's changed. I'm still the woman you walked out on.

Look, being with Ciara, it was nothing.

It didn't come close to what we used to be.

Now, I know we lost our way,

but if there's a chance for us to get back...

Can't go back, Tommy. That's the point.

Just like I can't change who I am.

I don't want to. This is me.

I love my job and I won't apologise for it.

-If we're still going to make each other miserable...

-We won't.

Am I really the woman you want to be with for the rest of your life?

-Hey.

-Hey.

-Nice lunch, yeah?

-Yeah, man. Sorry. I was just...

Yeah, you just nipped out for a quick curry, yeah?

-What?

-Or should I say a quickie...

with Joan Curry.

Oh, yeah. I know, buddy. I saw you.

-You followed me?

-What the hell are you doing?

-I can draw you a diagram, if you want.

-You should've told me.

Like you told me about Nikki.

Oh, that's right. That was different.

Yeah, too right it was.

What's the big deal?

I mean, you were always on about how I should meet more women,

get myself about.

Have you any idea how this is going to look for us?

Ger Curry died on our watch and now you're riding his wife?

-There's some lines you just don't cross.

-You're not my mother.

-Get out of my face.

-What if McKay finds out?

Think he's going to slap you on the back and say,

"Fair play, Kosos. Give her one for me"?

I don't give a toss what he says. We're both consenting adults.

I like her, she likes me. Why is that such a problem for you?

Are you jealous?

Grief porn, is it?

What?

What, is that what it takes for you to get it up these days?

What's wrong with you?

We all know the Kielys are not reasonable people.

They're bitter and twisted and blinded by the past.

Hmm. I'd say that's a fair summary.

We all know Keith painted that slogan on the front

and we all know it's not going to stop there.

So?

So, Thomas is State Prosecutor.

He was my lecturer in college. I'll call him.

Whilst it would help Michael

if the Kielys were on board with the plea bargain,

we don't need their approval.

We can just press on without them.

That sounds great.

Except it would provoke the Kielys further.

Who knows what they might do next?

They haven't hurt us yet.

There's no guarantee things will stay that way.

I do want you.

I know it's not going to be easy, but...

I'm so sorry.

It wasn't just down to you.

We have so much, Ange.

We have a life.

Are we going to throw it all away

without giving it a fair crack of the whip?

Tell me there's nothing left and I'll go.

You know...

..we could be happy again.

At least we could give it a try, couldn't we?

The Kiely family are feckless, irresponsible

and have shown a flagrant disregard for the law, and...

Most recently?

Threats and criminal damage.

Evidence?

Oh, yeah.

You know me, Thomas. My family are good, decent people.

We're not murderers.

Michael is respected in the community.

He's a responsible man.

Unfortunately, I can't say the same for any of the Kielys.

There's more files on them than there are phone books.

Push this plea through.

It's the right thing to do.

-Thank you, Thomas. Goodbye.

-Perfect.

-You think?

-Oh, yes.

Your mother's child.