Episode 29 Red Rock

Everything you do makes me want to shoot up.

-What are you doing here?

-Looking for a job.

-Sharon? Against the Ridge boys?

-OK, yeah, welcome to the team.

First training session is tomorrow night, and it's going to be tough.

-I don't want to lose to the Ridge again.

-You want it to look good.

Laser Byrne's dealing from the car park

near the football field in the evenings.

Laser Byrne. Caught right in the act. Bringing him in now.

-It's a good job.

-Thanks, Boss.

Laser Byrne was moving in on Beady's turf,

Beady's got his monopoly back.

All his Christmases have come at once.

DISTANT SIRENS

SHOUTING AND CHATTER

THEY LAUGH AND CHATTER

THUD!

What are you doing? What are you pushing me for? What are you doing?

Do it again, come on. Swing for me!

-WHISTLE BLOWS

-God's sake, lads!

-Would you ever cop on?

-Will you cool the beans, we're only messing.

There's a lot riding on this game.

Relax, JJ. We're going to hammer the guards. Same as last year.

-Only this year they'll be going home in ambulances, what?

-Yeah!

Give me that ball.

-So, what's the plan?

-Same as last year.

-Just pass to McKay.

-Maybe Angela will bring her Stephen as backup.

Stop doing that!

He does not scare me.

Can I remind you this is about bridge building and fundraising?

A lot of people have put their heart and soul into this,

so there's to be no talk of revenge. But, if we lose...

You're all suspended without pay. SHE CHUCKLES

Sharpen your elbows and watch your backs,

we could be in for a bumpy ride out there. So, get warmed up.

Whoa!

The till is short.

Do you want me to count it for you?

I already did. Three times.

Short 50 euros.

I might have to sit this one out, Boss. The hamstring's a bit tight.

G-string more like.

I thought it was your shins.

Them too.

Boss, do you have a minute?

As of this afternoon, Laser Byrne's out on bail

and he's keeping his head down.

We have him on possession with intent to supply, but...

He's just a small cog, and he's given us nothing we can use

-against Beady and his crew.

-You're not suggesting we give up on him?

We need to look at our resources.

We can't keep throwing good money after bad.

OK. We'll talk about it in the morning.

Right now, we have to remember our priorities.

Come and watch, for the craic.

I would rather nail my eyelids to that front desk,

but thank you.

We're still looking for a cheerleader, if you're interested.

-Hey.

-Hey.

You going to the big game?

No, I can't, I've got to study.

I wish Rachel was as focused as you are.

HE SCOFFS

-Go on, I'll finish that up, you get off early.

-No, it's cool.

No, I don't mind. I don't like leaving anything half finished.

Good man.

Listen, do you think there was

maybe some problem with the till this afternoon?

Well, there was hardly anyone in since after lunch.

All I can think is maybe someone made a mistake.

-How do you mean?

-It doesn't tally. We're 50 euros short.

-Are you...? Are you accusing me?

-No.

No, Conor, I'm not doing anything like that.

Have you asked anyone else?

-No, because you've already made your mind up.

-No.

No, it's...just that you were the last one alone here,

I thought you might have mislaid it or...

-Do you want to search me? Is that it? You can if you want.

-Conor...!

Conor, look, I'm trying to be straight with you here.

I want you to be straight with me.

You know what you can do with your job, Liam. You can stick it.

Hey.

Listen...about...

-It's OK.

-Yeah?

-I'm sorry.

-Yeah.

Me too.

-We have to end it.

-Yeah.

You know that, yeah?

I have.

-You coming, too?

-Why not?

No reason, but...

-You don't have to.

-You don't want me to?

No, no, but...

It's a work thing.

Don't feel, you know, obligated.

I don't.

DOOR CLOSES

-You're early.

-Yep.

-What's wrong?

-Why do you always think there's something wrong?

-I don't, I just...

-You do. You're always thinking the worst.

We're heading off to the soccer match if you want to come with us.

-No, I've got to study.

-Well, there's dinner in the oven for you.

-I'm not hungry.

-You need to eat, you have to look after yourself...

Not from the carton! How many times?

Angela, the car's open. I'll be out to you in a second.

HE SIGHS

SWITCHES TV ON

-I thought you were studying.

-Am I not allowed a break?

-What are you doing?

-We need to talk to each other properly.

This isn't talking, this is me getting the third degree.

We're just trying to help.

OK. I came home early because things were slow.

I'm not hungry because I ate in the cafe, a chicken wrap, by the way.

I'm taking half an hour to relax before a three-hour study session,

and then I'm thinking about going to the toilet next,

if that's OK with you.

When it comes to football,

it's all about the five Ps.

Prior Planning Prevents Poor Performance!

And The Art Of War says, "No plan survives contact with the enemy."

We'll have McKay upfront, the rest of us in defence, Sharon in goals.

So, what, I get goals just because I have breasts?

Do you want me to make the tea, as well?

Thanks for coming, lads. You're all very welcome.

We couldn't resist the offer.

-Not after last year.

-It shows guts, I'll tell you that.

Some of these guys think you lot are scum of the earth.

-No offence.

-None taken.

It's great for them to see that you're exactly the same as them.

All right, Keith?

-You look lovely.

-Uh...

So, Superintendent McKay chicken out, did he?

He's on his way. Wouldn't miss it for the world.

Well, lads, this is all about working together

-and burying hatchets.

-Yeah, well, we haven't forgotten where we buried...

If this is anything like last year's game, I'm leaving.

-It's only a bit of craic.

-Oh, yeah.

And you're not competitive at all, are you?

There's only one way to play against Keith Kiely.

I hope his family aren't here...

I'll get a lynching over Michael's plea bargain.

If there's any enquiries, I'll be sure to pass them on to your office.

PUNCHES LAND

Hey!

Hey!

Help me...

-Stop. Don't touch me...!

-HE GROANS

Take it easy, you've been stabbed.

MAN GROANS

Claire, get me a towel.

Claire, get me a towel!

I need an ambulance.

A young man has been stabbed at the Ridge Sports Club.

Two assailants heading towards the Coast Road.

Both male, white, late teens, early 20s.

Both wearing dark tracksuits, hoodies.

Need all units to respond.

It's all right, it's going to be all right.

Davey?

You know him?

Davey Webb! He's a client.

All right, Davey, I'm James.

You're all right.

You're a United fan, are you?

We won't hold that against you.

Must be hard to get a cup of tea at Old Trafford these days.

All the mugs are on the pitch.

Except that Wayne Rooney fella, he's all right, I suppose.

The rest of them... HE WHEEZES AND PANTS

-Argh!

-You're OK.

You're all right, you're all right...

Is this a joke?

No answer.

That doesn't sound good.

Maybe we should cancel.

We're not going anywhere, Paudgie.

Where's Stephen?

You think I'd let him play with a bunch of hallions like you?

There's no sign of Davey, either.

Well, why don't we play four-a-side?

Because that means even more running.

-Well, if we don't start soon, it'll be getting late.

-Well?

No McKay?

That means the gloves are off.

No holds barred.

Bunch of marshmallows.

-You playing for the Ridge tonight, yeah?

-Yeah...

Yeah, I recognise your face from last year. I'm on the guards' team.

They'll hardly start without us, will they?

I'm cold.

You're OK.

-You're all right...

-Where's the ambulance?

-I can't breathe. Help me up...

-HE WHEEZES

No, no, stay still, stay still.

Take deep breaths, right? Follow me, OK?

HE INHALES AND EXHALES

That's it, yeah. And again.

Again, again.

Yeah, now, we're sucking diesel.

-Good man.

-Give a message to my sister.

-No, you're going to tell her yourself.

-Please.

You're all right, Davey, you're going to be fine.

-Have a bit of faith in us.

-Tell her...

-Tell her to be good.

-You're going to be fine, Davey.

Stick with us.

Stick with us, Davey!

SIRENS APPROACH

Davey!

Davey!

SHE SOBS

-Oh, come...!

-Sorry...

Right, we need to start.

Is four-a-side OK?

I don't know.

Give them another ten minutes.

Oh, come on, lads.

We can do this.

Let's see some fire in the belly.

Come on, guys. At least make it look like you know what you're doing.

SHE GRUNTS

Like you could do any better, could you?

Right, Adrijan, you go forward and stay there, yeah?

Sean, don't let anything get past you.

Sharon, don't get off that goal line for anything.

Paudge...

Stay out of the way. That sound good?

I have to say, I've got a bad feeling about this.

Come on, we can take these guys! I've got money on it.

ALARMS BEEP

Is he going to be OK?

He's lost an awful lot of blood.

I think I'm going to be sick.

Here, drink this. It has sugar in it, it'll do you good.

Why would somebody do that to him?

Could be anything.

And could be nothing.

I hadn't seen him for at least six months.

He was in trouble, but...

..we managed to get him a suspended sentence.

I was convinced he'd turned over a new leaf.

Things like that don't usually happen to people by accident.

You could have been hurt running up to them like that.

No, I can look after myself.

They had a knife.

It's part of the job.

You just...

..do what you have to do.

-Right, call.

-Heads.

Come on!

All right, captains, shake hands.

See you in hell.

Make sure of it, pigs. Come on!

WHISTLE BLOWS

SHOUTS OF ENCOURAGEMENT

-Come on, Sean! Come on!

-Oh, ref!

-Come on, Adrijan!

-Let's see what you're made of.

-Come on.

How's everything in the cafe?

Ah, you know.

Conor came home like a bear with a sore arse.

-Yeah, well, you'll have to ask him about that.

-I'm asking you.

Some money got taken from the till.

Me and him had a little bit of a run-in.

You calling my son a thief?

Well, somebody stole the cash,

and he was the last one there.

What am I supposed to think?

Conor is no angel, but he's no thief, do you hear me?

Wind your neck in, Tommy, will you? He's lucky I didn't call the guards.

-What was all that about?

-Nothing.

Come on!

GRUNTING, WHISTLE BLOWS

-Foul!

-He bloody punched me!

ALL SHOUT

Calm down, will you?

-Come on, ref!

-Game over! Game over!

You should be ashamed of yourselves.

Force of law and order, me bleeding arse!

They're taking him to surgery?

Think he's going to be OK.

Oh, that's fantastic news.

They said two more minutes and I'd have lost him.

-You saved me boy's life.

-Anybody would have done the same thing.

We've met before.

Grainne, isn't it?

Are you the solicitor that kept him out of jail?

But Davey proved himself.

He deserved the chance they gave him.

Have you any idea who would have done this to him?

I don't know.

But he's a good boy.

He never deserved that.

Has he fallen out with anyone recently?

Does he hang out with the gangs?

Why do you want to know that?

I'm a guard.

I'm Superintendent James McKay from Red Rock Garda Station.

We want to get the guys who did this,

they have no respect for Davey, or anyone else.

My man was murdered by the guards.

It was your sort left my Davey without a father.

Why the hell should I talk to the likes of you?

I'm sorry to hear that.

But I want to help in the best way I can.

Davey deserves justice.

"Justice"?

Don't make me laugh.

What are you doing here?

I came here for peace and quiet.

I didn't know it was your kind of place. Any craic?

I heard you walked out on my dad.

Yeah, he called me a thief.

-He said I had my fingers in the till.

-You're joking.

I'm glad somebody finds it funny.

Well, it was me, but, like, I wasn't stealing.

I needed some cash, so I helped myself.

That's what I thought.

-I've seen you nick stuff before.

-So, why didn't you dump me in it?

Well...

Peace offering?

No need to ask where you got that.

Well, I prefer vodka, myself,

-but it's not too bad.

-I said no.

Honestly, you're the grumpiest person that I've ever met.

After my dad and my sister.

Do you have any idea how to have a laugh?

I do. It's...

It's complicated.

I'm on antidepressants, but I still have fun.

It gives me something to talk to my therapist about.

I got bored talking about my suicide attempt. Bet you can't beat that.

I'm just out of rehab for heroin.

Wow.

You win.

I think you just broke the record

-for the world's shortest football match.

-Ha-ha, very funny.

First one I've ever seen settled by a knockout.

Well, I'm never playing again.

Is that a promise?

They're bunch of criminals, and that ref, JJ McCarthy's totally biased.

McKay is going to kill us.

Yeah, and some others were there for the good of the station.

Oh, no, you don't. We are all in this together.

Yeah, well, it's your round, Spartacus.

My wallet's gone.

And so's my watch.

Seriously?

Gurriers were at it during the match.

My wallet, the little gougers!

My phone. Community spirit, my arse!

-That watch was my grandad's.

-You'll never see that again.

There'll be war over this.

So, it's still OK to smoke, then?

I have to avoid alcohol and anything that affects mood or feelings.

That's mental.

Liam's going to notice that bottle is missing.

I have to find some way to have fun and so do you.

Take it from me, you seriously need to lighten up.

So, what's it like?

Taking heroin.

I can't really describe it.

Yeah, but it must feel good, or why would you?

It's like everything is just...

It's like everything's right with the world. You know?

Do you miss it?

Why do you think I'm so grumpy all the time?

-Look, it's even better in slow motion.

-OK, I've seen it.

-Who sent you that?

-Dad. Doesn't look like he got the ball once.

Well, can you delete it, please?

Because you'll get me into a lot of trouble.

I'll just put it on YouTube.

Don't even think about it.

So, we going out for a late one tonight?

Just us?

I have an early start,

and my dad is sitting right there.

I'll see you.

HE SIGHS

-You waiting up for me?

-It's after 12.

Yeah, I just met up with some mates.

-How was the match?

-Disaster.

But I bumped into Liam.

-He told me what happened.

-Yeah.

Well, I'm never going near that place again.

Just tell me it wasn't to buy smack.

-I don't believe this.

-Conor!

-I expect it from Mum, but you...?

So, why didn't you just tell us? Why hide it?

Do you know, you know nothing, you know that?

I know you cost us a couple of grand for the burglary.

-And I've already paid...

-So what am I supposed to think?

Do you know what? I'm going to bed.

Have you been drinking? Conor, have you been drinking?

Get your hands off me!

Jesus Christ!

You know the rules. You tell us where you are, no staying out late,

and definitely no drinking.

It was a hard day.

You're a recovering addict! Every day is going to be hard.

-It's not like I'm drunk, OK?

-You're a fool. You carry on like this,

you're going to end up straight back in rehab.

DOOR SLAMS

< You're up early.

Yeah, I couldn't sleep.

Likewise.

There's fresh coffee made.

Thanks.

Did, um...

Did you tell Mum?

I'm trying to work up the courage.

She'll be gutted.

You don't have to tell her.

Look... There's no three strikes in this, son.

I know, it was stupid, all right?

I had a rough day, and I know that's no excuse.

I just let my guard down.

Yeah, well...

Your mother's right, she knows about these things.

Last night scared me.

Maybe it was a good thing.

You know? Realising I can't be so casual about it.

I can't afford the risk.

I promise it won't happen again.

-What about Liam's money?

-I never touched it.

You've lied to us before.

I know who took it, all right?

It was Rachel.

She's been through a lot recently, you know? Obviously. And I just...

didn't want to land her in trouble with her dad.

-She is what, 15?

-16.

-Yeah, well, stay well clear of her.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Dad, please...

-Morning!

-Hi.

I'm doing a wash tonight, Conor, so if you want to be included,

-you know what to do.

-I'll get them now.

-Something wrong?

-No.

Relax, will you? Everything's good.

It is, isn't it?

The victim's name is Davey Webb.

We haven't learned a whole lot about him.

He used to run around with Laser's gang on the Ridge,

but the jury's out whether he's cleaned up his act or not.

Either way, it's a Section Four assault,

and I want to know why it happened.

His father was killed when he was small,

so this kid has had a hard life.

So, we went to him to pull out all the stops.

Super and I are going to be interviewing Davey later,

we've put a book in the incident room and Sergeant Tyrell's

going to be doing door-to-door questionnaires.

But we need to tread carefully

after last night's shenanigans.

That was a matter of pride, Boss.

And it takes two to tango.

There was fault on both sides.

-You know what Keith Kiely's like.

-Yeah.

It was supposed to be about building community relations.

They decided to get stuck in, Boss, so...

Yes, Within the rules of the game.

The damage is done now, all we can do is try to fix it,

starting with a donation to the Ridge Sports Club.

I have arranged for a photographer from the newspaper

to take a photograph of the two teams,

to show what a great success the whole thing was.

-What?

-Come on, Boss.

-It's JJ's idea, and the least we can do.

Did JJ tell you about our stuff getting nicked?

More fool you for leaving it lying around. Now, come on. Everybody.

We won't be seeing that gear again, I'm telling you.

That phone cost a fortune.

Well, I'm going to get that watch back, and I know how.

Addie-boy, let's go.

We've got visitors, man.

Ah, lads...

Have you not got, like, drug cartels or arch-criminals

or something to be chasing, no?

We just popped in for a quick chat about yesterday.

Well, I'm ready for a rematch whenever you are.

It's about some lost property.

My colleagues and I misplaced some stuff during the match.

Some wallets. And a very valuable watch.

And a spanking new phone.

That's some...

Terrible bad luck, lads.

It's all fair game if it's not held down.

We were thinking you might put the word out?

-Help us get the stuff back?

-Can't help you there, lads.

Well, maybe you'd better try

-unless you want us crawling all over your house looking for it.

-Look...

-it's nothing got to do with me.

-You know how this plays, Keith.

With your family's record, we'll have no problem getting a warrant.

It wouldn't be the first time poking through your mammy's knicker drawer.

Leave my family out of it, will you?

-Oh, see that? that's assault right there.

-You're right.

-Maybe we should continue this down at the station?

-You're joking!

Just because Webb hasn't surfaced in any narrative in the last while,

doesn't mean he's not on Laser's payroll.

Didn't look like a random stabbing to me.

Maybe it's got something to do with Laser being arrested.

Do you think that Davey might have passed on the information to Paudge?

Paudge would have said something,

but it doesn't mean Davey's not a part of the information chain.

-Maybe he's got his own gripe against Laser.

-Some of the boys?

-Yep.

You want to be careful who you go accusing.

Look, there was 50 euros missing,

and Conor was the only one working the till, yeah?

He told me he didn't take it, and I believe him.

What can I say?

It's like some people's kids can do no wrong.

Maybe you should get your own house in order

-before you judge someone else's?

-What's that supposed to mean?

Do I have to spell it out for you?

How are you feeling?

-What's it look like?

-I think you should buy a lottery ticket.

Comedian.

Davey, this is DS Grogan.

-Nikki.

-You had your mother in bits last night.

Scared my wife, as well.

I didn't realise Claire was married to a guard.

That's a shame. I thought she was cool...

We just need to ask you a few questions about what happened.

Did you recognise them? There was two of them.

20s. Hoodies, jeans.

No. Didn't recognise them.

Did they say anything to you? Before or during?

No, just jumped me.

Have you had any problems with anyone recently?

Can you think of any reason why they might have attacked you?

Going for me gold Rolex, I reckon.

Now who's the comedian? What do you remember?

The smallest detail, anything can help.

I don't remember anything.

One minute I was walking,

and now I'm here.

The rest is a blur.

So, you don't remember anything,

and you're sure that you couldn't recognise them,

but you do remember that Claire was there?

-So, thanks for coming in, Mr Kiely.

-You know where you can shove it.

It seems there's been a spate of burglaries around your way,

and we thought you might be able to help us with our enquiries.

Yeah, right.

That and some gurriers who were hanging round the pitch last night.

-And we thought you might know them.

-Yeah? I'm looking at them!

So, you didn't notice anything at all suspicious?

I noticed myself getting grievously bodily harmed,

-that's what I noticed!

-Don't be a bad loser, it's part of the game.

-I could be scarred for life.

-It couldn't make you any uglier.

This is nothing got to do with me. I'm an innocent man.

Well, you know how to clear your name.

I'm not a snitch.

We don't want to bag anyone up, we just want our stuff back.

End of story.

No comment.

I spoke to one of your teachers there at the college.

She says you were down to do sports therapy,

says you're a natural coach.

We need more lads like you, Davey.

I know it's not easy,

where you come from.

But we can help you move on.

-I don't need your help.

-You sure?

We arrested Laser Byrne last week.

-We think that your stabbing might have something to do with that.

-No.

-No way.

-All right, well, let's have a little look here.

So, you've been done for shoplifting, burglary, joyriding,

and then the big one, possession with intent to supply.

You're very lucky you had a good lawyer.

Now, it looks like you might just be another scumbag dealer.

I'm straight, I swear.

I keep my head down.

-Talk to no-one.

-Then prove it.

So, what's going on, guys?

< This is a miscarriage of justice, this is!

< I know me rights!

We...

lifted Keith Kiely about the theft at the soccer match.

He was on the pitch at the time. He's got at least 50 alibis.

Yeah, I know, but he's bound to know who did it, isn't he?

There's about as much chance of him talking

and at least 100 other things you could be getting on with.

Oh, come on, Skip, I really need that watch.

It's got sentimental value.

Well, maybe it's time for a bit of victim-offender mediation.

'You're wasting your time.'

What makes you so sure they're not going to come back

-to finish off the job?

-Well, I know for sure that if I talk,

-they'll kill me.

-Say nothing, they could come here

and kill you tomorrow anyway.

Look, you want out of the Ridge, that's clear.

It looks to us like you've already turned your back on all that,

that takes guts. Tell us why they did it, Davey.

They said I was a rat, OK?

But I never told nobody nothing.

-Give us their names.

-They're not going to leave you alone.

You don't want to end up like your dad, do you?

They're two brothers.

Used to work the streets.

Running messages, shifting drugs.

They got promoted a while back.

They're into security now, working for Laser.

-What are you doing here?

-Mrs Webb, if you could just wait outside...

-He doesn't want to talk to you.

-This is a police matter.

Don't touch me! Get out!

Nikki, we're done here.

You know what you have to do.

Stay away from him.

-You hear me?

-You know it was Laser Byrne that nearly had him killed,

-don't you?

-Is that right?

-Yeah. And we're going to nail him for it.

-And we don't need your permission.

-Oh, you think so, do you?

Watch me.

Well, you can arrest Laser all you like,

but you'll be wasting your time.

He has an airtight alibi.

How do you know that?

Let me see...

Oh, yeah, I remember.

He was with me.

In my bed.

Is that good enough for you?

I can't believe you're even asking me that.

Did you steal from the till or not?

The family owns it - how is that stealing?

Oh, my God.

What were you thinking?

I needed a new jacket.

Look, if you need money, you ask me for it, OK?

And you would have given it to me, what's the difference?

-Have you any idea the trouble you caused?

-Who asked you?

Keep your voice down.

-Hey, give me your phone.

-What for?

-Because I paid for it.

-Hand it over.

-All over a few measly euros.

No, I tried to give you space

and you've ripped the arse out of it.

So, now, you're grounded. You can do your homework here from then on.

I want you straight home from school every day,

I want to know where you are and who you're with.

-Just like last time.

-That's right.

The therapist said that we needed to work at negotiations.

Yeah, well, that hasn't been working out so well, has it?

This is so...unfair.

It's the only way, Rachel.

Would you just shut up? You're not my mother...

Go and do your homework.

She needed that.

That was the easy part. Now I have to ring Conor.

All right, Keith, we're letting you go.

Well, it's about bleeding time...

Can we just have a quick word first?

You see, we know you know who knows who nicked our stuff.

You know nothing.

And I know nothing. So...

Just listen.

That watch was a gift from my late grandad.

Now, I know it's only worth a few euros, but it means the world to me.

It's about family.

And I know that means something to you, so I'm asking you as a favour,

man-to-man, you get it back,

we'll not say another word about it.

I suppose I could...

put the word out.

But if I do get your watch back...

-And my phone.

-Yeah, well, I'm not making any promises,

but if I do get it back,

you have to give me a full apology about my nose,

in front of witnesses.

No way.

-Hey, Conor. Nice to see you, how are you?

-Oh, you know.

Listen, I'm glad you came back, thanks.

-Forget it.

-No, I really didn't mean to...

-No, it's...

..all right, OK? Forget it.

You missed quite a game, Superintendent.

So I hear.

Lucky for Davey you did.

Right, lads, let's get you all together, come on.

-What's going on?

-No, can't do it, Skip.

It's a matter of pride.

I don't care.

Get in that photo or I will bury you in paperwork for a month.

-Sorry.

-What?

-I said, "Sorry."

-What did you say there, Seanie?

I'm sorry.

Keith Kiely, I'm sorry for...for hitting you.

Ah, don't worry about it.

Well, I'd like to thank the Red Rock gardai

for your generosity of spirit.

APPLAUSE

That was a nice change, to get a happy ending.

You wouldn't catch me apologising to a scumbag like that.

Yeah? Give him the wallet back, then.

I can't believe you've given Keith Kiely the moral high ground.

You're the one who ordered me to shake hands.

I didn't tell you to apologise to him.

Listen, it's not who wins the war that matters,

but who wins the peace.

< Angela.

Look, I...

I feel really bad about this whole...Conor business.

-Oh, yeah? What business is that?

-The stolen money.

I...totally got the wrong end of the stick.

And I had a bit of a run-in with Tommy, and he took it a bit thick,

and I just wanted to say I was wrong.

Yeah?

-Right.

-I realise now... It wasn't Conor who took it at all.

So, would you tell Tommy I said sorry, yeah?

Yeah.

Thanks.

You can make me one of those when you're ready.

Is that an order?

Make me at single-shot skinny latte with extra marshmallows

and I might forgive you for squealing on me.

I never said a word.

-Yeah, right(!)

-I could've, but I didn't.

When was the last time you took heroin?

I don't know if I could stick a needle in myself,

but I wouldn't mind some grass if you can get me some.

I wouldn't know where any more.

-Oh, go on, you must have a number.

-Deleted it.

No, you still know it, I can tell.

-Go on...

-Look, Rachel, just stay away from me, OK?

Honestly, I thought I had him.

Grainne's a nightmare.

I heard she attacked a neighbour in her own kitchen with a steam iron.

The woman dropped all charges, presumably under duress.

So, I'm wasting my time?

-He's scared.

-That's obvious.

Doesn't mean he's not up to his neck in Laser's dirty work.

I believe him. He's a good lad.

Then he shouldn't have any trouble telling me the truth, should he?

HE SIGHS

Getting Laser was supposed to bring us a step closer

to cleaning up the Ridge. Bringing us a step closer to getting Beady.

Instead, I've got a kid in intensive care

who has such little faith in the guards

that he won't even tell me who stabbed him.

No prizes for guessing what sort of day you had.

Why didn't you tell me about Conor's row with Liam?

You deliberately kept me in the dark.

OK, now, look...

It was a misunderstanding, that's all.

It's been sorted.

He's gone back to work and everything is cool.

"Cool"?

Why couldn't he tell me?

-Why didn't you?

-I don't know!

Probably afraid you'd kick off again.

This is exactly the sort of thing that could push him over the edge.

He had a few drinks last night.

What?

Oh, my God.

Right, that's it.

We can't let him out of our sight for a second.

Were you even going to tell me?

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

But the last thing he needs now is us panicking

and breathing down his neck. He needs space.

Even if it's space to make mistakes.

How else is he going to learn how to deal with things?

You have to trust me on this.

Trust you?

-I don't really have a choice, do I?

-No, you don't.

We're in this together.

-We better be.

-Come on.

Yeah, it's me.

Yeah, it's me, Conor.

Yeah, I know. Just listen, OK?

Look, I can't stop thinking about it, I need to see you.

Yeah, tonight. Are you going to the meeting this evening?

Right, OK. Great. Yeah, yeah, I'll be there.

Yep. OK.

'Paudge.'

Listen.

Whoever gave you the intel on Laser Byrne,

we need to get in touch with them ASAP.

It wasn't really an informant, Boss, it was more of a tip-off.

It's not that simple.

Well, whoever it was, tell him to watch his back.

You think they're on to him because he talked to me?

Laser thought it was Davey Webb who ratted on him.

That's why they stabbed him.

-You're joking.

-I wish I was.

That kid was attacked because of the information I was given?

Looks like it.

Tell your friend to be careful. These people aren't for messing.