Episode 33 Red Rock

Laser Byrne's dealing from the car park beside the football field.

-Laser Byrne caught right in the act. Good job.

-Thanks, boss.

-I've been in a bit of trouble.

-What kind of trouble?

Someone died. I killed him.

-Siobhan.

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

I'm willing to listen.

Things go walkabout in stations all the time - a bit of cash, drugs.

It's just one of those things. Don't be beating yourself up over it.

-It looks like we have a mole.

-I think I know who it is.

-So do I.

No-one in this station is above suspicion.

-Yeah, I know, but how sure are we?

-We've strong intel, Angela.

It's from a reliable source. Someone in this station

is passing on confidential police information to Beady Burke.

This source - did they say who it was?

Like I said, there's no-one out of the frame,

but we are looking at someone in particular,

someone who's recently had money problems.

Could have made him vulnerable, a perfect target.

Paudge? A snitch?

-SHE LAUGHS

-But, sure, that's too much

like hard work for Paudge. You don't really think...?

He was on shift when the pills from Beady's niece went missing.

He knew everything about The Goat raid,

-could've given Beady the heads up.

-So could any number of guards.

It was Paudge's intel that put Laser Byrne behind bars.

That was convenient for Beady.

Look, you've got to admit it's a possibility.

And where did he get this information?

We're supposed to believe that some guy on the street

strolls up to him, hands him everything he needs

to put Laser Byrne behind bars, the newest dealer in town?

Nobody gives out information like that for free

to a guard that they don't know.

You think he was doing Beady a favour?

Until we know otherwise, I want him kept in the station.

-I want eyes on him at all times.

-I'll keep him on SO.

-SHE SIGHS

-You think you know someone.

We thought the same thing about Brian.

We were blind to what was going on under our noses.

I am not about to let that happen again.

You better believe it, Shazza.

No-one in that gym has ever lifted 150 kilos before.

Until yours truly, of course.

Oh, go on, then. Have a feel.

-Somebody actually saw you? You have witnesses?

-Witnesses?

The place went ballistic. It was mental.

Got to keep fit. Part of the job, eh, Paudgey?

-Don't want to get too chunky there, do we?

-I get no complaints.

No, and you get no offers either, to be fair.

-Rough night?

-No.

-Dodgy curry, was it?

-Very funny, Sean.

He's well shot of her. She's a wagon.

At least 20 years past her sell-by.

Don't get me wrong, I like older women,

-but, seriously, there's a line.

-HE CLEARS THROAT

Paudge, the boss wants to see you.

-Hey, come here.

-No!

-It's just a bit of seaweed.

-No!

Do not touch me!

-It's just seaweed!

-I don't like it! No, I mean it.

-I'm warning you.

-It's in all the health food shops.

-No, I mean it!

-HE LAUGHS

I have some act.

-All right, stay there. Don't move.

-What are you doing?

What are you doing?! Get off me! You'll break my back.

-Are you calling me fat?

-No. No, no, no.

-Ow!

-THEY LAUGH

-Oh!

-Oh, Jesus!

PHONE BEEPS

-I have to head back to the office.

-You're running off, aren't you?

-It's work. I have to.

-You don't have to do anything.

Come with me.

And why would I want to do that?

-I'm not with you.

-Your intel on Laser Byrne.

You remember - the drugs at the football ground in the cans.

-Oh, that? I get you. What about it?

-We think whoever gave you

that information is working for Beady Burke.

-Really?

-We put Laser out of business, didn't we?

-Right, so...

-I'd like to know who gave you that information.

-I'd like to speak to them.

-I'm not sure that's a really good idea.

Why not?

You know, you might scare him off.

You said he wasn't a regular informant,

yet he trusted you enough to give you this information about Laser.

Why?

Well, I don't know.

Maybe he had a grudge against Laser.

You know what scangers are like, boss - best pals one minute,

-ripping chunks out of each other the next.

-Who was it, Paudge?

This is serious.

Sir, I get that, and I really want to help you...

All I want is a name, Paudge.

I'm waiting.

Coyne.

It was Ollie Coyne.

What do you think?

-Stinks in here.

-That'd be your brother.

Nothing to do with these?

Do you know what your problem is? Your nose is oversensitive.

-I was the same way when I was carrying.

-Sensitive? You?

You know you can't keep this up.

-I can't have the baby breathing in your fumes.

-We've got ages yet.

What, you're going to give up, are you?

Cos this one's got enough problems.

Doesn't need a smoker's cough on top of everything else.

-You're worrying too much.

-I'm his mother.

We're all living on top of each other.

Everything'll be fine by the time that babba pops his head

-out of your downstairs department.

-I'm going to work.

-It'll be grand.

-Yeah, course it will.

Well, it's all you've got. Like it or lump it.

So, that's what they call hot-desking?

-THEY LAUGH

-Is that a stapler

or are you just happy to see me again?

THEY LAUGH

-Mrs Hennessy.

-Siobhan.

-Nice to see you again.

-Mum, what are you doing here?

I wanted to get the contracts to bring to Claire,

but I see you've got your hands full.

-All work, no play.

-Keeps us in business, remember.

Here.

You're not coming with us? Claire is making us lunch.

-I'm driving us all down together.

-I can't.

-Why not?

-I have to sign in at the station.

-You haven't already done that?

-Her fault.

-His fault.

THEY LAUGH I'm going, I'm going.

Siobhan.

He said he bumped into him in Killian Park,

off his head, running his mouth off about Laser.

And how did that little runt know about Laser?

Ollie Coyne - he couldn't find his own backside in the dark.

He was here a couple of months back talking to Paudge,

-helping with some leads on Operation Fox.

-And...?

Nothing came of it. Ollie was just winding him up.

I think we might need to have a word with young Mr Coyne.

Ollie told me about Laser's drugs. You got that?

If anyone asks, he has to back me up.

You have to tell him, Beady.

It's his life, Mum.

-We hardly know the girl.

-He seems to know her pretty well.

Oh, he's just so vulnerable at the moment.

Mum, he's only having a laugh. Don't screw it up for him.

Anyway, you said you had something for me.

Yes, the apartment on the keys - it's empty.

I was going to rent it out, but then I thought,

"This would be an ideal place for my grandson to grow up in."

-And how much?

-I'll help with the rent.

-Yeah, cos Katie will really go for that.

-So, don't tell her.

David, that baby moves in with the Kielys,

he's going to be a stranger to you.

No, I'm going to be part of his life. We agreed.

Oh, don't be so naive, David.

Once Bridget Kiely gets her claws into him,

and not forgetting Uncle Keith,

can you imagine the bedtime stories he's going to be telling about you?

David, this baby is part of our family. He's my grandson.

I want to get to know him. We love him, too.

-And you think I don't?

-Then do something about it.

Finally. War And Peace didn't take as long.

Here it is, the charming face of policing.

-So, where are we off to now?

-Are you hungry?

-Hmm.

-Come on.

-What's he done?

-Who?

-Ollie.

I'm lucky if anyone tells me anything.

Ollie Coyne in there with the big man.

It's pretty serious.

-Ah, cheers, Katie.

-Thought I was the one eating for two.

Yeah, we're having lunch at Claire's, so...

It's a family thing, you know.

-Two bedrooms? And a view and all? Very nice.

-Do you like it?

About time you moved out of your mother's house.

It is hers, though, but it's not for me.

I thought it would be good for you and the baby.

-We don't need a place to live.

-You need space, though.

I'm having a baby, not a Ford Escort.

-Katie, just...just come have a look at it, will you?

-No point.

Tell Patricia thanks, but no, thanks.

Katie, I'll help with the rent.

-I don't see what the problem is.

-You wouldn't.

Getting hand-outs all your life's second nature to you, isn't it?

I'm just trying to do something good here. For you, for the child.

I am the father, after all.

We've always talked about living somewhere like this, haven't we?

Yeah, a long time ago.

-What do you know about Laser Byrne?

-Ooh, sounds painful.

Funny man, aren't you?

The joke's on you. You are in big trouble.

Thought this was meant to be a friendly chat.

-Don't start getting nasty with me now.

-You never heard of him?

-Didn't say that.

-Oh, come on, Ollie. We haven't got all day.

You've a serious set of...

-..set of, er, eyes.

-All the better to see through you.

We have information that you told one of the guards here

-about Laser Byrne's drug business.

-And what if I did?

-Who did you tell?

-The fat eejit out there on the desk.

-Garda Brennan?

-Didn't have you down as a rat.

-I'm no rat.

What did Laser Byrne do to deserve that?

-He's a head case, him.

-Give you a few slaps, did he?

A few slaps? He couldn't slap his way out of a paper bag.

-Are you mad?

-Why did you tell Garda Brennan in particular?

You're not his biggest fan, are you?

-Wouldn't give him the dirt off me shoe.

-So, why now?

He pulled over my brother's car there only recently.

Started going on about tax and insurance and that.

Thought you'd make a deal of it, did you?

Told him about Laser, he let us go.

-Where was this?

-Can't remember.

Try.

I can't remember.

Coast road near sea-view car park.

I haven't seen Michael this happy for months.

-I thought you'd be pleased.

-Oh, she's just so opinionated.

I hardly see him any more.

-When I do, he's disappearing down her throat tongue first.

-Mum!

-He's definitely into her, though.

-Put them on a plate, will you?

-Yeah.

How did it go with Katie?

DOORBELL RINGS Er, I'll get that.

What is it with my boys

that they let these women run rings around them?

Can't imagine where they get that from.

-Hi, Mum.

-Siobhan, hi!

-Um, you don't mind me tagging along, I hope.

Not at all. The more the merrier. It's good to see you again.

-Isn't it, Mum?

-Absolutely. We were just saying.

-Are you sure that you've got enough?

-Yeah, I have plenty.

-I hope you have a healthy appetite, Siobhan.

-She has.

-You shouldn't let him get to you, you know.

-Who?

-Sean. The jokes about your weight.

-What weight?

-I have big bones is all.

-The kettle's boiled.

My timing's perfect. Two sugars, milky, right?

Yeah.

-Roasted cockroaches?

-They're a delicacy in Thailand.

Are you joking? You actually ate them?

-Did you lose a bet or something?

-Oh, that's nothing.

-You haven't lived until you've tasted barbecued testicle.

-Sick.

-No, you'd love it.

-What the hell do they taste like? Chicken?

-Smoky, kind of squishy.

-ALL:

-Ew!

Quite the traveller.

She's been all over the world.

Well, it's a hell of a planet and I want to see it all.

-I mean, who wouldn't?

-Yeah, me and Katie were going to travel.

It's all very well having these adventures

-before you settle down to real life.

-Real life? Well, what's that, then?

You said it was, er, Killian Park where you met him?

-Ollie Coyne?

-Yeah.

-Only he said something different.

-Oh?

Said he was in a car with his brother and you pulled them over.

-He said that?

-He's lying?

-Well, he's half right.

-I did pull his brother over, but it was later that night.

-I see.

Though he was so full of the gargle,

I'm surprised he can remember anything.

-I just need to get it all straight, Paudge, you know?

-Course.

Where did you pull him over?

-Coast road.

-Specifically?

That's an awfully long stretch of road.

Well, I don't know. I think it was...

Yeah, it was the sea-view car park.

-Does that clear it up for you?

-Yeah.

Yeah, that should be fine.

Thanks.

There you go.

All I'm saying is people waste years dreaming of a life instead of

actually going out there and making it happen.

Like, that's real life.

Where would we all be if we all just jet-setted off

whenever we felt like it, huh?

-We'd be happier.

-She has a point.

I wanted to be a hairdresser once upon a time.

-That was the dream.

-You're joking!

Don't you remember the state of my Barbies?

And aren't you lucky I talked you out of it?

You'd have varicose veins and a stoop by now if I hadn't.

-Paperwork's much more fun.

-It's not too late to take it up.

-Er, that ship's sailed, thank God.

-It's never too late.

I mean, if you want something, go for it.

No, you're right. You have to go for what you want.

Well, there's no point growing old full of regret.

Well, Claire, this has been lovely. Siobhan, we must do it again.

-You don't have to go yet, do you?

-Duty calls for some of us.

-We should make a move, too.

-So, where are you off to next?

Must be very boring for you around here, huh?

I don't know. Dublin has its charms.

-Erm, but I'm back to Thailand next.

-Ah, good.

No rush, though, yeah?

Someone's got it bad.

What's up with you?

Ah, it's...

-Do you want a lift to the pub?

-No, it's fine.

-I have somewhere I have to be first.

-Good. See you.

-Thank you.

-See you later.

-I said no.

-I heard you, but just come have a look at it, please.

I promise I won't ask you again. No pressure.

Say tomorrow around 3.00?

Right. You promise that's the end of it, then?

I promise. I'll never ask you again.

No-one has ever stood up to my mum like that.

-You're a gas, do you know that?

-I didn't stand up to her.

-I just...expressed my opinion.

-Oh, right. Same difference.

-Michael...

-I have something I want to tell you.

-Me, too.

-Well, I'm going first, all right?

Me and you, we get along pretty well, yeah?

-I can't stop thinking about you.

-Psycho.

-I don't want to do anything without you.

-Co-dependant and psycho.

-That's fun, isn't it?

-Shut up and let me finish.

-I'm trying to tell you that...

-I'm going to Thailand.

-Yeah, I know. Would you let me finish?

-No, this week.

I'm going Friday.

-Paudge's story checks out?

-On paper, yeah.

-I's dotted, T's crossed.

-But...?

Something doesn't smell right about this.

So, what are you going to do?

We keep looking. We push harder, we get tougher.

They're going to be watching me like a hawk now, aren't they?

Ollie did the business. McKay believed him, didn't he?

I wouldn't be too sure about that.

-'You're in the clear.'

-No.

-No, I can't do this any more.

-That's not your decision.

I'm putting my life at risk here.

The whole caboodle goes down the Jacks

-if they find out what's going on.

-But that's the thrill.

It makes you feel alive, right? Gets your heart beating.

Yeah, ten to the dozen, I'll be on tablets, the way I'm going.

Please, Beady, I can't do this.

SIRENS BLARE

And that list of Burke's known associates'

names and addresses - I want it double-checked.

Well, check it again. We can't afford to make any mistakes on this.

-Upstairs aren't happy about this.

-They'll get over it.

You know you'll be screwing up half their cases

wading onto the Ridge estate mob-handed?

-Boss...

-Right now, Detective,

my priority is finding out who's feeding Burke information

-from this station.

-What, by lifting his men?

Well, somebody knows something.

I want a thorough search of each house.

Anything we can find that might threaten to put them away

for a few years. Then they might trade us intel.

-What about Beady?

-We let him sweat for now.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Um, there are five teams going from across the district.

Everyone available here is out, as well.

Almost everyone.

Sub bench again, hey, Paudgey?

See, you're getting too used to that relegation zone.

Someone's got to mind the place while you go full-on RoboCop.

You said it, baby.

IMITATES ROBOCOP: Dead or alive, you're coming with me.

Are you coming or are you going to stand there looking like an idiot?

-Hey, you know what's going on, yeah?

-Taking down Beady's men.

-Why would they do that?

-Because they're a bunch of lowlifes.

We've known that for years, but why today?

Paudge, honestly, be careful with those paperclips, yeah?

Are you decent?

Jesus, the head on you. What has she done to you, pal?

-Actually, don't tell me.

-What do you want?

Mum said the keys to the apartment are here.

-Are you and Katie moving in together?

-I wish. No.

Anyway, where's Siobhan? Like, she is serious crack.

The look on Mum's face when she was talking about...

-I was there, OK? I don't need the replay.

-I'm just saying.

I'm glad you found her. You seem back to your old self.

-She's going to Thailand.

-Yeah, she said.

-Next week.

I could be locked up in a few months.

No point her sticking around.

-Did she actually say that?

-She didn't have to.

-We're stuck with it, you know?

-With what?

All this Hennessy/Kylie crap. None of it's anything to do with us.

PHONE RINGS

We have two more coming through.

Sarge, are you sure I wouldn't be more use out on the street?

-No, I need you here.

-Yo, gift-wrapped just for you, Skip.

Donald Rafferty. I thought you were dead.

-He very nearly was.

-Found him hiding in a freezer.

Genius. Where's Sharon?

Oh, she's driving a suspect to Dunedin Road.

-Oh, leave Donald here to defrost. You two, back out.

-Yeah.

-Sarge, can I take a break now?

-Not yet.

Right. Name.

How did it all start?

-What did Dad do exactly?

-Must have been bad.

-Yeah.

-HE SIGHS

-Do you ever think of him?

-Not as much as I used to.

-I do.

To think him and Vincent Kiely were best mates.

Can't quite wrap my head around that one.

That photo of them both smiling -

that's the Kielys' front garden they're standing in.

If they hadn't fallen out, Mike...

..maybe me, you and Darren would've been good mates.

-I wouldn't be going to prison.

-Mm, and I'd still be with Katie.

And now my kid's going to be wrapped up in it all.

I'm sick of it. I'm absolutely sick of it, Mike.

It wasn't our fight. It never was.

You're lucky Siobhan isn't a Kiely.

HE LAUGHS Yeah.

I'm absolutely gutted for you.

Not your fault.

-Go on.

-What?

-Say it.

-What?

"Plenty more fish, man."

-HE LAUGHS

-No. If I was you, I'd make her stay.

-No, she's made her plans.

-Yeah, plans change.

Look, if you want her, you go and get her.

What do you have to lose?

Half of them have taken a vow of silence.

The other half thinks Beady's Mother Teresa in a hoodie.

Keep on at them. Any charges we can bring, do it.

Do you still fancy Paudge for this?

-How did he seem to you?

-A bit jumpy, if I'm honest.

He knows he's under suspicion. It's natural.

We'll have to extend the deadlines if we're to keep some of these in.

We'll keep them here all night if we have to.

Ask about Beady and keep asking.

-Has he been seen around?

-Mm-mm.

-He's got to be bricking it.

-Maybe we should bring him in.

-No-one's spilled their guts yet.

-He doesn't know that.

-HE SIGHS

-We still on for 3.00?

-Yeah.

-I said, didn't I?

-You promise?

Well, here's the keys. I'm going to have to meet you there.

-I have to go.

-Yeah, fine. Won't take long.

Well, just wait for me, will you?

You said it was an emergency.

Why are you leaving?

-My flights are booked. I told you.

-Why didn't you say something?

Because I thought we were a fling and there wouldn't be a point.

And then I knew you'd think it was because...

I killed a man.

Yeah.

It's OK. I'd be the same.

That's not why I'm going.

I have to go. I'd go mad if I didn't.

It's just who I am. I can't stick in one place for too long.

Not even for a guy. That's the rule.

I thought you were one for breaking the rules.

Smart-arse, aren't you?

-How long have we got till you fly?

-Mm, three days.

-A whole 72 hours?

-Mm-hm.

Better make them count.

-Come on, then, but make it quick.

-Cheers. I appreciate it.

-Vince'll be home soon.

-I just want you to have a look at something.

-What's that?

-It's a place, an apartment for Katie and the baby.

-Another one of Patricia's kips.

-It's perfect.

You know where you can shove it. Katie won't want to know.

She won't leave us.

All this fighting. Can't we just forget it?

-Forget?

-Well, yeah.

I could make her happy, give the baby a good start.

-The best.

-With all your mod cons?

Just because Dad and Vincent fell out.

-They were mates once.

-Yeah, they were,

till Jack shafted him, lined his own pockets

and left Katie's father to pick up the crumbs off the floor.

And how's that my fault?

-I had absolutely nothing to do with it.

-Maybe it's karma.

Maybe Jack Hennessy's sons will never be happy.

She'll see right through you. This is our home.

Might not have underfloor heating, but this is where she belongs.

And if you don't know that, you don't know anything about her.

Please, can't you just let her make up her own mind?

Look, if she doesn't want to know about it, fine.

-But if she does, then...

-I know who she'll choose.

Goodbye.

I need you.

-I'm on my break.

-Now!

Is it true?

Yeah, Elvis is in the building.

Name.

Your name, please.

Brendan Burke. Beady to me pals.

You want me with you on the interview?

I want ten minutes in there with him alone.

I'm not letting him worm his way out of this like he usually does.

Finally, the organ-grinder. What can I do for you?

Been having some interesting chats with some of your associates.

-That right, is it?

-You've been a busy man.

-Me?

I like to take it easy.

I know. I know everything.

-The Goat?

-I've heard of it.

-Do a nice breakfast, so I hear.

-Somebody gave you a heads up.

You sure you're not mixing me up with someone?

Your niece conveniently got off a drugs charge.

-Not my fault you didn't have nothing on her.

-I want a name.

-HE LAUGHS I want a name or...

-Or you'll what?

Playing the big man. Get off on it, do you?

You've got your fancy uniform, your go-faster stripes.

But I run this town.

-You think?

-I know.

Everyone knows. Even your fellas out there.

Super before you, he tried it on once.

Where's he now, huh?

I'm taking you down.

-You threatening me?

-Would I do that?

Go on, then. Charge me.

HE LAUGHS

-None of them squealed, did they?

-Don't you believe it.

If they had, we wouldn't be having this little chat here now.

Fact is, I know my men better than you know yours.

I can trust my boys.

Who is it? Who's talking to you? HE SNIGGERS

Temper, temper, Mr McKay. You're losing it.

Don't push me. KNOCK ON DOOR

Sir.

Who needs Thailand?

We've got everything here. Why would you ever want to leave?

Ah, the big, wide world is calling me.

-I always wanted to travel.

-You still can.

No, best not to think about that.

Not now.

Well, that has to be the best view in Dublin.

This isn't bad either.

-So, did you have a look round the place?

-Yeah.

-It's deadly, isn't it?

-It's all right.

It's all right? Do you not like it?

Look, I said I'd have a look around and now I'm going.

Katie, how can you not see yourself living here with the baby?

Even the bath has jets in it.

Come on, everything you need is here.

Cos this one really needs a Jacuzzi.

Yeah, but it needs a home, and this could be it.

Look, we can change it, we can redecorate it,

-whatever you want.

-We?

I'm just saying, I'm here for you, whatever you need.

-What, live here on my own?

-Well, no, it doesn't have to be.

-I mean, yeah, you and the baby, but I could stay if you wanted.

-David.

I know what I said, Katie.

-David.

-What's wrong?

Come here. Sit down. Sit down.

You OK?

-Will I call an ambulance or...?

-It's fine.

He's just giving me a right old kicking is all.

Sign him up for the Reds, will we?

Here.

Wait.

Jesus!

-Doesn't that hurt?

-No. It feels amazing.

Yeah. Our baby.

-We made a little kid with giant feet.

-Yeah!

Katie, let's just move in.

-This is all I ever wanted - me, you, the baby.

-Don't.

Katie, how many times have we talked about having a kid,

getting a place? We're here now. We've got what we wanted.

A year ago, maybe, but not now.

Katie, nothing can stop us. Not if we really want it.

A year ago, my brother was alive. A year ago, I trusted you.

Don't say no. Not yet.

I need to go.

Katie!

Katie, please.

Just think about it.

Sign here.

This isn't over, Beady. You know that.

You've got my number. Give me a call whenever you want to chat again.

Nice doing business with you.

Get out of my station.

DOOR OPENS

-Good day?

-Why?

-Just asking is all.

-Where's Da?

-Down the chipper with Keith.

Got something to tell you.

Right, spit it out.

Break your da's heart, you know that.

-He'll have to deal with it.

-Don't do this, Katie.

I'm not doing anything, you are.

HRT? I'm still a young one.

Nicotine patches for the both of yous.

Or you have to promise to smoke outside, all right?

For the baby.

Yeah, course. Anything.

Is there any tea in that pot?

-Are you leaving?

-I can't stay here all day.

We've had a laugh, haven't we?

Hmm, fishing for compliments, are we? Loser!

Just saying...

-..I like you.

-Course you do.

-You're only human.

-SHE LAUGHS

-What I was going to say to you yesterday...

-I know.

And the L-word is banned, just in case you were wondering.

Who says I was going to say that?

You think a lot of yourself, don't you?

What if I came with you?

-What about your trial?

-What about it?

-You'd be going on the run.

-I know. With you.

-A fugitive from justice.

-Are you mental?

-Probably.

-You can't.

-My life, my choice.

I'm coming with you.

The look on Beady's face.

This doesn't change anything. We still have a mole.

Right now, we just have a string of coincidences.

I think we need to let this one go, boss.

-I'm not done with this.

-No, I know, but I'm just saying...

Anyone who has a problem can come and face me.

You could tell them that upstairs.

-Why don't you head off?

-At least Paudge is off the hook, right?

Sir.

-Are you coming for a few pints later?

-Something to celebrate?

You're chirpy all of a sudden.

Well, knocking-off time always puts a smile on my face.

This is Superintendent James McKay, Red Rock Garda Station.

I need to speak to the assistant commissioner.

The first round's on me.