Episode 32 Red Rock

-You've been stabbed.

-Davey?

-You know him?

-Davey Webb. He's a client.

Tell us why they did it, Davey.

They said I was a rat, OK? I never told nobody nothing.

Are you just going to stand there shouting or what?

-Maybe I like standing here.

-Fine.

-Fine.

We need to find those drugs as soon as possible. I don't need to tell you that, do I?

-Was there anyone in there with you at any time before or after?

-Adrijan.

He must be with his peer supporter.

He sometimes switches the phone off when he's there.

So, Beady walked into the station, went into your office

-and took the drugs himself?

-Or someone did it for him.

MUFFLED SHOUTING

Come on! Come on! Go for it.

-Go, go, go!

-TYRES SCREECH

-Hi.

-Hey.

-What can I get you?

-Just an Americano when you're ready.

-Early start?

-Yeah, been up since seven.

-Rather you than me.

-You're not much of an early riser,

-are you, Westlife?

-I'm known as an early riser...

-..as you remember.

-Oh, vaguely. Very vaguely.

-Thanks. There you go.

-Ta.

-Bye.

-What was that about?

-What?

-She was so flirting with you.

-No, she wasn't.

-Come on.

-We work together. We're mates.

Hmm. She is after you. You want to watch that one.

-OK, we had a thing a few months ago.

-Sorry?

It was a fling. Nothing serious.

-But why didn't you tell me?

-Well, why would I?

-Because she's in here every day.

-Yeah, but it's over.

-You're such a bloke.

-Oh, come on.

It was purely physical. Didn't mean anything.

I've got to go.

Bye.

-Hey, wait up.

-What do you want, Sean?

-How's things?

-I'm meeting McKay.

-Good.

Stick to the truth. It'll be fine.

-Yes?

-Morning.

-Sit down.

-Do you know what this is about?

-The missing drugs.

You were booked in for duty yesterday and you weren't here.

What's going on? Where were you?

I had a meeting with my peer supporter.

-Why didn't you tell us?

-It was a last-minute thing.

You can't just go walking off your shift.

-There are other people relying on you.

-I know.

I expect better from you.

Did you see anything unusual yesterday?

Like, was anyone hanging around this office?

-Apart from me, Adrijan.

-Not that I remember, no.

-That's all. WHISPERS:

-Thank you.

He's the last person I'd expect to walk off the job.

Tell Angela to call his peer supporter.

I have to check. Nobody gets a free pass.

-HE SIGHS

-Tough at the top?

-What?

-A thief might be the least of our worries.

The drugs belonged to Beady Burke's niece. He's avoided two raids.

We might have a leak.

-What do you want to do?

-I don't know.

-Here, are you off the hook yet?

-Yeah, I spoke to McKay.

He knows I had nothing to do with it.

It has to be someone in the station.

By process of elimination, it won't take long to find him.

Hey, how did the wrist slapping go?

Oh, fine. I told him what it was. He was fine about it.

Just need to let him know next time.

So, we had a petrol station robbery this morning.

The overnight unit fetched the CCTV, and the DDU are checking statements.

Sean and Adrijan, you're on patrol.

-All OK?

-Yeah.

Er, how are you doing after yesterday?

-Fine. Like you said, it's all part of the job.

-You sure?

Well, I did ring the hospital this morning to see how the mother was...

-how she was doing.

-And...?

-She's doing OK.

-You need to let it go.

-I know, Sarge.

-What was that all about?

-Ah, nothing. Just yesterday.

St Columba's, the baby.

-Ah, tragic.

-Mm.

-I just spoke with Adrijan's peer supporter.

-And...?

There was no meeting.

You didn't go and see your peer supporter, did you?

-Did you?

-No.

-So, where the hell were you?

-I was with someone.

-No.

Joan Curry?

Have you completely lost it?

-You said you finished it with her.

-I tried.

Yeah, well, not hard enough.

-If McKay finds out, you're for the high jump.

-Shut up.

Do you realise your whole career's on the line?

You wanted to give that all up for a quick...fumble?

Is she really worth that?

Is she?

OK, if we just slow it down...

Here, the driver.

-Davey Webb.

-Talk about going on the straight, huh?

-Hmm.

-Mind you, with a mother like his...

-It's not always the mother.

Yeah, but she's not exactly Mum of the Year, is she?

We should let McKay know.

-See what he has to say for himself first?

-Yeah.

-Are you sick or something?

-Not that I know of. Why?

It's not like you to just have the one.

What, you're keeping tabs on me?

-Are you counting calories?

-I'll leave that up to you.

-Are you sure you're OK?

-What, because I only had one biscuit?

It's the little things that give people away. You know that.

Jeez, they'll make you detective sure enough. Nothing gets past you.

-I'm just worried about you.

-Well, don't be. I'm fine.

-Did your cat die or something?

-I don't have a cat.

Adrijan, my office. Now.

-Paudge.

-Yes.

-Need a word with you, too.

-After lunch, all right?

-No problem, boss.

-Did you think I wouldn't check?

-I'm sorry.

I'm not interested in your apologies.

-I need to know where you were. Now.

-I didn't take those drugs.

Where were you?

I did go to meet my peer supporter and then I got cold feet.

-Why didn't you come back to work?

-I wasn't feeling well.

-I had a headache and I went home.

-Don't insult me.

-Please, sir, I...

You've got ten seconds.

-I went to see someone.

-Who?

-A woman.

-What woman?

She's married. She doesn't want her husband to find out.

You were on duty. You do not sneak off for personal reasons.

I know.

-Can this woman corroborate your story?

-Yeah.

Get her to come into the office. I want to speak to her.

-Oh. Hi, Niamh.

-Oh, hi. Is Sean here? Garda Holden?

Well, I think he's with someone. Can I help or is this personal?

-No, er, it's...it's fine.

-Are you sure?

Yeah, I...

-Could you just tell him that I'm looking for him?

-Yeah.

-It's important.

-OK, I'll tell him you called in.

-Ta.

Well, I thought if I said she was

married, he would let it go.

You don't get yourself out of a hole by digging another one.

-So, what now?

-I said I would talk to her and get her to come in.

Yeah, like that's ever going to work.

Look, McKay wants me to produce a married woman.

Doesn't have to be her, though, does it?

I mean, I could ask someone.

-Like a friend or a friend of a friend.

-Genius.

Cos there's women falling all over the place to lie to the police.

-I could hire someone.

-Like what?

A prostitute?

HE SCOFFS This gets better.

-Well, what do you suggest?

-Oh, now you're listening to me.

Great. It's a pity you didn't try that in the first place.

-Here we go again. "I told you so."

-Yeah, I did.

Well, more fool me for not doing exactly what I'm told, Sean.

Anyway, it's my problem, not yours. You can walk away any time.

Don't think I'm not tempted. ADRIJAN SIGHS

-I could ask Joan.

-Joan?

-Leave her out of this.

-I mean, ask her to ask someone.

All they have to do is tell McKay they've been seeing me.

-That's it.

-No, this is what you do.

You tell McKay it was just some random, stupid thing.

She never told you her name. You never asked.

There's absolutely no way you can track her down, no matter what.

-I can't change my story again.

-What else are you going to do?

-Hope they find out who took those drugs.

-Yeah.

-And fast.

-Sign here.

-I want me solicitor.

-We can arrange that for you.

-Sign there, please.

-HE SIGHS

David Webb, we are detaining you for six hours under Section 4

of the Criminal Justice Act 1984 for the proper investigation

-into the matter for which you are arrested.

-I didn't do anything.

-I was at home all night. You can ask my ma.

-OK.

Let's go and have a chat about it, OK?

Come in.

-You wanted to see me, boss?

-Sit down.

I know this job is tough and can push people to extremes.

Sometimes, a guard can take actions

without thinking about the consequences.

And while we should always try to follow procedure,

instincts are everything in this job.

Do you know what's in here?

Commendation certificates

for your exemplary work in the arrest of Brian McGonigle.

Thank you.

Thank you, sir. I wasn't expecting this.

You both deserve it. I am proud to have you in my station.

They're saying you were the getaway driver in a robbery.

No comment.

Davey, I'm your solicitor.

I was at home all night. My ma can vouch me.

I don't do that stuff any more, Miss Hennessy.

Look, I didn't do anything. Don't let them lock me up.

Let's see what they have to say first.

SHE SIGHS

All right, so, let me just get this straight.

You're saying that you were at home last night from eight o'clock

until this morning when we arrived to arrest you?

-So, is that a yes?

-Yeah, that's right.

All right, so, maybe you could explain something to me, Davey.

I've got a bit of a show and tell here for you. I show, you tell.

This was taken this morning during a robbery

at a petrol station on Parnell Road.

Is that you?

No comment.

You missed a bit.

-HE LAUGHS

-Sorry!

-Why didn't you call me?

-What?

I left a message.

I've been out all day chasing criminals

and bringing justice to the world. I haven't had a chance to check.

It wasn't on your phone. I left a message with Nikki.

She never said. Why didn't you call me?

It's a bit hard when I don't have a phone.

Did you lose it?

Some lad nicked my handbag this morning at the cash-and-carry.

-He just came out of nowhere.

-Are you OK?

I'm just annoyed and embarrassed.

Here, take a seat.

I'm fine. I just wanted to talk to you, and surprise, surprise,

Miss Moneypenny didn't pass on the message.

-Well, she must've forgotten.

-I bet she did.

-She's not like that.

-And you would know.

-It is you in the footage, isn't it?

-No.

-It's not me, I swear.

-Do you know what it'll mean?

You're already on a suspended sentence.

-If you're found guilty...

-I'll go to prison.

-Did you do it?

-How many times? I thought you were on my side.

-And I thought you were making a go of college.

-I am.

-I hope so.

Fortunately, the CCTV image is not clear enough to charge you.

It'll never stand up in court, so...

-They're going to let me off?

-I don't know.

I'm supposed to pick my sister up from her friend's house.

I'll get you a phone call. You can call your mother.

Davey needs to pick up his little sister.

If we could get a call to his mother to let her know where he is...

Oh, that's all right. Davey's mother already knows he's here.

I've got something else that I'd like to have a look at.

Would you say that this jacket is the same jacket

worn by this person in this photo?

-I've never seen it before.

-We found it under your bed, Davey.

-Could we have a minute?

-Certainly.

They made me do it, all right?

They made me do it.

-Davey Webb? When?

-This morning. The petrol station robbery.

All they have is dodgy CCTV footage. Completely inconclusive.

-It'll never stand up in court.

-That's it?

They also found a jacket under his bed that might link to the crime.

-A jacket?

-It's not what it looks like.

He says they made him do it. They threatened him.

They said they'd burn his house down and hurt his family.

Do you believe him? That they threatened him?

He's afraid, James...

..and trying to turn his life around,

going to college.

He'd get up to seven years for this. That's at least five in prison.

That's any hope of a decent future down the drain.

-KNOCK ON DOOR

-Yes?

-We'll talk later.

-Fine.

I'd like to extend Davey Webb's detention.

Sure you have enough evidence?

I know I can get a confession out of him.

-Why? Because he's frightened?

-Because he did it, sir.

-OK, let me think about it.

-Boss?

-Leave it with me. I'll get back to you.

-Yes, boss.

-Oh, and, Nikki, we need to start investigating that leak.

-Yes, boss.

I know. I'm the same. We're just doing our job.

You don't expect, well, this, but it's great.

-You deserve it. I don't.

-You do.

-Hey!

-Well done, lads.

-Bet you never thought

you'd get your mitts on one of them.

-I tell you, never judge a book by its cover.

-Dark horse indeed.

-Fancy going out tonight for a drink to celebrate?

-Maybe not tonight.

-OK, well, tomorrow. No excuses.

-Yeah, I'm up for that.

Hey, did you speak to Niamh earlier?

Oh, God, yeah, she called in. Sorry, I forgot. It was a mad day.

-You OK with me and her?

-Yeah, why wouldn't I be?

-I don't know. It's just that, erm...

-What? It was a genuine mistake.

I forgot. If it was that urgent, she should have called you.

Well, she couldn't. She was mugged.

-Her bag was snatched, and her phone. The lot.

-Is she OK?

Yeah, she's fine. I looked after her.

God, tell her I'm really sorry.

-Yeah.

-You two look good together. You make a nice couple, Westlife.

-Ah, it's early days.

-Well, I hope it works out for you.

Yeah, cheers.

You say you were threatened?

Forced to do the robbery? Is that true?

And why should anyone believe you?

-How's college?

-All right, yeah.

Apparently you've hardly missed a class since you started.

If I miss class, I'll fall behind.

I thought skipping classes was the whole point of being a student.

Can't. Won't pass my exams, will I?

Why did they want you to be the driver?

To prove a point - no-one gets to walk away.

-Couldn't say no.

-And what about next time?

There won't be one, will there? Cos I'm going to prison.

Looks like it, yeah. Unless you name names.

Tell me who did the robbery.

This is your chance, Davey. You help us...

I'm a dead man walking. I'd be better off in prison.

-I was thinking about you today. Us.

-Were you? That's nice.

What?

I like you. You can always count on me if you need any help.

Adrijan, being here like this, you are helping.

And you'd do the same for me if I was in trouble?

-Are you?

-No, not really.

It's just someone stole some evidence from the station.

McKay runs a tight ship, doesn't he?

The thing is, we need to prove where we were

when the evidence went missing, and I was here.

-I was with you when it happened.

-So, they think you did it?

No, McKay knows it wasn't me, but I still need to prove my alibi.

Oh. SHE CHUCKLES

I'm sorry, but you have to admit it is kind of funny.

No, it's not funny.

-McKay can't know I'm seeing you.

-What, because of Gerry?

I was thinking, um,

maybe you could get one of your married friends

-to say I was with them.

-SHE LAUGHS

You're not serious?

-Oh, my God. You are.

-No, don't laugh at me. It's not funny.

-I could lose my job or...

-Adrijan!

..I could lose my career - everything - because of you.

I beg your pardon?

-I'm sorry. It's just I'm under a lot of...

-I think you should leave.

-Joan, come on, please.

-Adrijan, just go.

-I need your help.

What, to get one of my friends to say you slept with them?

Well, yeah, I know it's a lot to ask, but...

You know where the door is. See yourself out.

Hey.

-So, are you going to charge him?

-HE SIGHS

-Claire.

-I'm just asking.

-I know you want to help him.

-He's a habitual criminal.

You know what his upbringing was like.

-He was involved in a robbery.

-Forced.

Do you really believe that?

-You know deep down he's a good kid.

-Heart of gold(!)

I'm not saying that, but this time...

..James, if he goes back to prison...

He's lucky he's got you in his corner.

For all the good it does him.

Boss, um, my friend - the woman - she's not keen on coming in.

-I tried.

-I need your alibi by the end of the day.

-I understand, but what should I do?

-Try harder.

-Hey, how did it go?

-It didn't.

Congratulations, you two.

-Oh, you heard, then?

-Yeah, yeah, yeah. You should get it laminated.

Ah, ignore him. He's jealous. Well done.

You know they're doing a piece on us in the Garda Review?

-Oh, fame at last.

-Right, everyone, parade in two minutes.

Now, are you OK for cash later? I don't mind getting the rounds in.

If anyone's going to be buying drink tonight, it'll be me, yeah?

Cool. I'll be first at the bar, so.

Joan, it's me. Listen, McKay's on my back, so, please, please help me.

He's expecting someone to come in to the station today.

I know that's a lot to ask, but, yeah,

I really, really need you to help me out.

So, call me. Bye. Thanks.

Well...?

-You're going to have to do something.

-Yeah, I know that.

-Good.

-ANSWERPHONE:

-'I know that's a lot to ask, but, yeah,

'I really, really need you to help me out.

'So, call me. Bye. Thanks.'

Cheers.

This is pointless. I don't even know why I'm bothering.

-Don't let McKay hear you say that.

-We've no lead, we've no information.

Sure, the report on the missing drugs isn't even a page long.

-Well, maybe they'll turn up.

-This isn't The Twilight Zone.

-I wouldn't be too sure about that.

-How does this sound?

"Oh, the missing evidence? Yes.

"Oh, that was taken by the little green men." Done.

That could be any one of us after a night out.

Hey, there's a protest on the building site near the park.

-You're not finished yet?

-Just now. Relax.

Yeah, well, get a move on, will you?

Look, things go walkabout in stations all the time -

-a bit of cash, drugs.

-Yeah, I know.

It's just one of those things.

Don't be beating yourself up over it.

BELL RINGS

Hey! Hey!

I want to see me boy.

-Good afternoon, Grainne.

-You've got my Davey in one of your cells.

-I want him released.

-He's being held for further questioning.

-He was at home with me that night.

-What night was that?

He wasn't part of any robbery.

Well, when we have any further information,

-I'll be happy to call you.

-Well, you know where you can shove that.

I know me rights. I want to see him and I want to see him now.

-That's not possible.

-Why not? Got a few bruises on him, has he?

Couple of your buddies get a bit loose with their fists?

-Cos he's only just out of hospital.

-I'm aware of that.

And we all know how you lot treat people in custody, don't we?

I can assure you Davey is just fine.

You expect me to take your word for it?

-I want to see him with me own eyes.

-Wait there.

Do you want to see him or not? Take a seat.

What are you looking at?

I reckon he's probably better off locked up than living with that one.

Why is McKay so interested in him anyway?

You reckon he's got Claire in his ear?

Sorry, I didn't mean it the way it sounded, but, like,

-he's obviously guilty.

-Probably best not to ask questions.

-He is the boss.

-NIKKI SIGHS

Davey, your mum's here.

About time.

Are you all right, son? I hope they're treating you right.

-Ma, I'm grand.

-You've some neck keeping him all night.

-He's only a kid.

-Ma, please.

-Five minutes, Grainne.

-Are you going to stand there watching us?

-I'm just doing my job.

You know they wrecked the house? Scumbags.

-Nothing better to do.

-Leave it, will you?

Don't you worry. You'll be out soon.

-What, have you got a file in your bag?

-Don't be cheeky, son.

I was talking to your uncle Harry.

-And...?

-He knows a bit about the law.

They'd have charged you by now if they had anything.

But how could they when you didn't do it,

when you were with me and Chloe?

Don't let them scare you, son.

Harry wants to give us a holiday to Spain when all this is over.

That's generous, isn't it?

Have you ever been to Spain? Massive, it is.

-Ma, they have video footage.

-You're not listening.

Chloe is really looking forward to having a holiday...

..so don't you go spoiling it for her.

She's so lucky to have a big brother like you.

Here you go, sir. The file so far on the Parnell Road petrol station.

There's enough to charge him.

He's on a suspended sentence, so should be pretty straightforward.

-You know his mother's been in?

-Yes, boss.

She swears he was with her at home all night.

That woman would swear the Pope wasn't Catholic just to get her way.

-We have him on CCTV.

-We both know that won't stick.

-And we have his jacket.

-Half the kids around here are wearing them.

-Is there a problem?

-No, you've done a good job.

-I just want to make sure we have a solid case.

-OK.

I'll talk to Davey and make a decision.

-I'll let you know.

-Thanks.

There's someone to see you.

Yeah, show them in. HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

-Mrs Curry, how are you?

-I'm very well, thank you.

No, this won't take a moment.

-What can I do for you?

-It's about one of your guards, Adrijan Kosos.

-What about him?

-Apparently, he needs an alibi.

-Excuse me?

Well, he said he needed an alibi. I'm it.

Watch your back.

What are you doing here?

I just had an interesting chat with your superintendent.

-I said to ask a friend.

-Well, you know what they say -

if you want something done properly...

-What did you say?

-That we've been sleeping together.

-Isn't that what you wanted?

-Why did you...?

What did I ever see in you?

-That's my career!

-Well, my husband's dead.

More fool me for believing you cared.

It's quite obvious you're only interested in yourself,

so forgive me if I don't have much sympathy.

-You all right?

-Leave me alone.

-Do you know how this looks?

-Bad. Very bad.

-Try disastrous.

-I didn't set out to sleep with her.

-Really?

-It just happened.

-Where's your off button?

The voice in your head that tells you to stop and think?

-I don't know, sir.

-This is wrong on so many levels.

I was...

-I wasn't thinking straight.

-Well, we agree on something, at least.

-I knew it was stupid.

-Maybe you should make that appointment

-with your peer supporter for real.

-I will.

-Make sure you do this time.

-Yes, sir.

-Now, get back to work.

I'll tell you what I'm going to do about this later.

I'm sorry.

-I'm sorry I let you down.

-Just get out.

Hey, what did he say?

-Insisted I see my peer supporter.

-Phew!

Head shrink is what you need.

-It can't have been easy.

-It wasn't.

-Not you, numpty. For her.

-What, hanging me out to dry?

She got you off the hook. You owe her big-time.

Can I get you something?

Oh, yeah, sorry. An Americano, please.

Um, Niamh, I'm so sorry that I didn't pass on

-that message to Sean yesterday.

-No worries.

If I had known that you were mugged,

like, obviously, I would have helped.

-He told you?

-Yeah.

-Well, he shouldn't have said anything.

-Sorry?

I told Sean that in confidence. And I wasn't mugged.

My handbag was snatched. That's all.

-I don't need the whole world knowing.

-OK.

-Right.

-OK.

We can either charge you or let you go. What's it going to be?

Time's running out, Davey. It's either seven years in prison

or you can go home and sleep in your own bed tonight.

All you have to do is give us a bit of information

and you can walk out of here, get on with your life.

-I'm trying to help you here.

-You can't help me. No-one can.

Wish those scumbags who stabbed me had done a better job.

We'll keep you safe.

If I talk to you, they'll find out and I'll be dead.

What if I could make it less risky for you?

-Where's your other half?

-We're not joined at the hip.

-Oh!

-Sorry.

That's barely touching the sides.

I just have to finish this quickly before Paudge comes sniffing around.

Is he too lazy to make his own or is he just broke?

I know he's had a few money issues.

-I think he's straight now.

-Is he? Ah, glad to hear it.

-I think he's been a bit down lately.

-Paudge always lands on his feet.

I swear that man has nine lives.

I don't know. Sounds dodgy to me.

It's a specific unit set up to deal with informants.

CHIS have their own people on the streets undercover.

-It's police.

-You talk to them direct, not the guards.

-What's in this for me?

-You go free.

And your information puts them behind bars.

You want them off your back, don't you?

Just say the word, I'll put in the request straightaway.

-I don't know.

-Don't decide now.

Go home and think about it.

But this stays between you and me.

Come on.

In there.

Sign there for your belongings.

Boss!

-Something you want to tell me?

-What? No, that's stolen property.

It's Niamh's. Long story.

-I was wondering if I could talk to you. It's about Adrijan.

-Fine.

Sir, I know he's been an awful idiot, but...

..Garda Kosos is one of the best guards in the station.

He does everything by the book.

Well, until now, but the job means everything to him.

-I can't discuss this with you.

-I know, but he's my partner,

and you have to give him another chance.

-I repeat, I cannot discuss this with you.

-Why not?

-I told him. I warned him.

-You knew about this?

Go home, Sean.

Don't make this any worse than it already is.

Aren't you forgetting something?

-What do you want?

-Peace offering.

Look, I was out of order, I know. I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have said what I said.

And I shouldn't have dragged you into my mess,

-but...I was worried about my job.

-Yes, I got that.

-Um, do you want to have a drink and talk?

-You can't be serious.

-Come on, Joan. We can get over this.

-Are you mad?

-After the way you spoke to me earlier?

-I said I'm sorry.

And that makes it all OK?

-Things just got out of hand.

-Yes, Adrijan, they did.

But the last 24 hours has been quite a wake-up call for me.

Now, if you don't mind, my children are waiting.

Paudge, now that you've got a commendation,

any plans on moving up the ranks?

-Gee, I hadn't really thought about it.

-Well, maybe you should.

You coming down to the pier with us?

Course she is, seeing as you're buying.

Can't say no to a few drinks. You know me.

It's a once-in-a-lifetime event!

Don't encourage her. You know what she's like. I'm not made of money.

-He's going to milk this commendation, you wait.

-Really?

-He's more playing it down if you ask me.

-Don't be fooled.

That's all they left.

Oh, and some chewy and some... Oh.

OK, yeah, I'll take that. How did you find it?

Old-fashioned detective work.

-Someone handed it in.

-It's not their colour, obviously.

And here is some information on victim support.

-Seriously?

-I'm obliged to give it to you.

Or you can discuss it over dinner at my place.

Your mate Nikki called in to see me.

-Apologised for not having passed on my message.

-Good.

I pulled her up on it.

Why did you tell her that I was mugged?

God, you really have a problem with her, don't you?

I don't like looking like a fool, OK?

Me and her, it was nothing. We weren't even going out.

Yeah, I know, because you were staying in.

"It was just physical." I love those mental images, by the way.

Thanks a million for that. It's funny now, is it?

God, you really have it bad, don't you?

I'm not disclosing any information.

Well, I don't want to have to take you in overnight.

Again.

I should have told you about my jealous streak.

I like surprises.

-Does he have to sit in the seats?

-He thinks he's a person.

-Thought you lot liked dogs.

-Trained ones, yeah.

Max is trained. Aren't you, fella? He can jump 6ft walls.

So, have you made a decision?

-Do you swear no-one's going to find out I'm a rat?

-Davey.

No-one can know I'm talking to the guards. Nobody.

That's why it's called Covert Human Intelligence Sources.

Look, I don't care what it's called. Will I be safe?

The only people who'll know anything are me and your CHIS officer.

-That's it?

-That's it. I give you my word.

What about your lot?

-What?

-If it comes from your end, Laser'll find out.

I might as well be dead.

-You don't need to worry about that.

-Yeah?

How do you think I got done in the first place?

Word is Beady has a guard in his pocket.

Squeaky-clean, me hole.

THEY LAUGH

You know, I was at this 30th and the guy whose house it was

-took us outside to his shed to show us his plantation.

-Oh!

-No!

Yeah, I was very impressed. We all were. A forest of marijuana.

-Then what did you do?

-I called the drugs squad.

-SHE LAUGHS

-Eventually, I did feel bad,

but he was supplying half of Wicklow.

And that, Sharon, is why nobody invites us to parties.

Well, that's true, you know. You guys might not believe this,

but I had a rocking social life before I came here.

Now you have Paudge.

And you're stuck with him, for better or for worse,

in sickness and in health. SHE LAUGHS

-We are not married.

-Well, you kind of are.

-Do you think?

We spend the whole time fighting and bickering.

There's not a hint of romance, I promise you that.

It sounds exactly like a marriage to me.

-Fill your boots, girls.

-Your ears burning, Paudge?

Sharon was just saying how much she loves being your partner.

-This girl here is a hero.

-Oh, now, that's the drink talking.

I mean it. One in a million.

SHARON GIGGLES

I'll be back in a minute.

-Boss.

-No more talk about Davey Webb, OK?

-No, it's not about that.

It looks like we have a mole.

-I think I know who it is.

-So do I.