Episode 39 Red Rock

Bloke called Jamie Donnelly. Ploughed into one of your mates.

-The hit and run?

-Need his girlfriend's name and address today.

I am suspending four years of his sentence...

Means he'll only do a year.

Don't you touch him! Stay away from him!

She's in protective custody, too.

If she is, there's no way I can access those files.

Is this girl's life really more important to you

than your own mother's?

I'm not the one that's done wrong. He's the one for locking up!

This is not the end!

THEME MUSIC PLAYS

All this fuss for one day. Bloody rip-off, that's what it is.

-Not working.

-What?

-I'm not letting you ruin my buzz. I love Christmas.

No amount of your moaning is going to change that.

-Do you know how much food is thrown out at Christmas?

-Not listening.

-Enough to feed a small country.

-Still happy.

And don't even get me started on presents.

"I'll buy you something you don't want,

"and in return you buy me something I don't want."

Oh, wait till you see what I got you.

But we agreed, no presents.

No, we agreed you didn't have to get me one, that's all.

-But I don't want...

-That's too bad.

-Well, I'm not taking it.

-We'll see. Be back in five minutes.

-Where you going?

-You wouldn't be interested.

PAUDGE GRUNTS

You think you can play me? See that? That's what your lies did to me!

Now, I wasn't lying.

Jamie Donnelly's mutt is not in protective custody.

And that's from a reliable source, so don't deny it.

I want her address.

But she doesn't know where Jamie Donnelly is. She can't help you.

She knows, and you'll tell me her address today.

No, I can't get it. Not that fast.

Don't make me ask you again, cos if I'm under pressure,

you're going to be under pressure.

The next time I come knocking, I'm taking your mother with me.

Do you remember when the head fell off?

Should get the tree up. Put it up for him.

-I was thinking...

-So I see.

Christmas is going to be like this all the time now.

Dark cloud hanging over the family...

..now that Darren's gone.

Won't be hanging up his Christmas stocking.

Setting a place for him at the table.

That Hennessy'll be out this time next year.

He didn't miss any Christmas.

It's not right.

It's not.

We were shafted.

What are you going to do about it,

sitting there with your headless Santy?

I'm going to kill him.

How are you going to do that?

I'm going to strangle him with tinsel(!)

How do you think I'm going to do it?

-Where are you going to get a gun?

-I'll get you a gun.

What do you want a gun for?

Your father wants to kill Michael Hennessy.

Definitely get you a gun for that.

-Where from?

-Don't say Beady Burke.

No. Jesus has a mate. I'm telling you, he'll be able to sort me.

-What if you get caught?

-I won't be caught.

Prisons are full of people who thought that.

This family's been through enough suffering without

you ending up inside.

And I can tell you this much - I'm not spending the next 15 years

traipsing up to Mountjoy Prison on account of your conjugals.

Look, I told you -

I won't get caught.

You threatened him in front of a pub full of witnesses,

went after him with a broken bottle.

Who do you think the guards are going to come sniffing after first?

Not if it looked like a robbery.

Say somebody went to do in the safe,

just happened to blow a hole in Hennessy's head.

That's it.

-Hold on. Hold on a minute.

-No. You're not going to stop me, Bridge.

Come on, Ma, there's no way you want them to get away with this.

Did I say that?

If we're going to do this, we make a plan.

Do it properly.

I've cleaned up the database, so it's now only current clients, OK?

-Next you'll be telling me all the taxes are

-up-to-date. More or less.

This is tragic.

Shouldn't you be getting on with the deliveries?

Mum, of all things to be doing on his last days.

Oh, and you need to make sure that Liam Travers gets the single malt.

-Fine, see you later.

-See you.

-Bye.

You know, he's got a point.

You shouldn't have wasted your precious time in this place.

-I just want everything to be right.

-If there's a problem, we'll ask.

-You're not disappearing off the face of the earth. We will visit.

-Yeah.

OK, presents.

-Ready?

-Everyone's waiting for you.

-Why?

-Christmas lunch.

And will you promise to lay off the sprouts this year, Paudgey?

-Is it my fault they disagree with my insides?

-That wasn't a disagreement.

That was full-on biological warfare.

Well, you'll be delighted to know I won't be able to make it this year.

Ah, come on. McKay's buying.

How often does he put his hand in his pocket?

Well, something's come up that I can't get out of.

Ah, come on, we're doing Secret Santa and everything.

And if you're not there, someone will miss out.

Fine, I'll do it here and now, and then it's done.

-OK, who'd you get?

-Please not me. Please, please, please.

Holden. YELLS IN FURY

OK, this better not be another cast-off from

-your mother's bingo hamper.

-Has anyone got change of a 20?

-You're meant to buy a present worth a tenner.

-And wrap it.

COINS JINGLE

That's two, four, five... 50...

5.70, 6.70. 6.80...

Right, this is the last time I'm ever doing Secret Santa.

I always get him.

I'll owe you 3.20.

A merry Christmas to you too.

I have saved your bacon. Again, Superintendent.

-I could have done it myself, only...

-You're hopeless at buying presents.

Says the woman who bought me this thing.

-I was being ironic.

-Mm-hm.

You do realise this is going to be our last Christmas?

Just the two of us, I mean.

Better make the most of it, then.

This time next year, we'll be buying presents for our baby.

Sorry I haven't been in touch.

Just thought, you know, with the court case...

-Well, the baby will change everything.

-Really?

-Yeah, 'course.

It's going to be half Hennessy, half Kiely.

You mean half Kiely, half Hennessy. HE CHUCKLES

I do want you to be part of this baby's life, you know that?

-Yeah.

-I had a check-up today with Dr McCann.

And, before you start kicking off, it was to check MY blood pressure.

They also asked me, "Did I have someone?"

You know, like, birth partner.

-I said you.

-Yeah!

Yeah, 'course I want to be there.

-Absolutely! It's so exciting.

-That's one word for it.

Ah, come on. It's going to be deadly.

-When it's done, take the gear off.

-What?

It's evidence. You've to get rid of everything. No exceptions.

-I'm not getting rid of me lucky boots.

-Don't wear them, then.

They're me lucky boots.

When it's finished, go straight to the graveyard.

Me and Keith will be waiting for you there.

-We'll say we were with you all afternoon.

-Here, take me mobile.

-In case they trace it.

-And don't you say a word.

He'll recognise your voice.

Let the gun do the talking.

You know, you don't have to do this, Vin.

I want to.

It's all or nothing.

-DOOR CLOSES

-I know.

Did that good-for-nothing do the business?

You must have faith in Jesus, Ma.

He always delivers.

And look. Enough to take out all the Hennessys.

I'll only need one.

DOORBELL RINGS

Yes?

Are you Marie Traynor?

Why? What's this about?

I'm Pat O'Brien from the Ashford Lotteries.

We're a private company, we run lotteries and raffles for

sports clubs, schools, that kind of stuff.

Oh, well, I'm not interested.

-I buy enough tickets and I wouldn't win an argument.

-No, wait.

My job is to track down people who haven't claimed their prizes,

give them the good news.

-I'm like a year-round Santa Claus.

-Have I won something?

-Oh, well, I'm afraid it's not you.

-Of course not.

But we think a friend of yours might have won a prize.

-Really?

-Yeah, I just want to track him down, give him the news.

-Make his Christmas?

-Yeah.

So, who is it, then?

Oh, darling. You OK?

-I'll be back in a minute, OK?

-OK.

-Yeah.

So, who's the jammy beggar, then? Who are you trying to track down?

Right, you need to get out of here. Pack your bags and leave now.

Your lives are in danger.

-I'm calling the guards.

-I'm just trying to he...

It's me.

I had a look into it,

and Marie Traynor's got nothing to do with Jamie Donnelly.

Not any more. Wouldn't have a clue where he is.

If you can give me a few days, I'll have another nosey.

Might be something new in the system.

No, I'm not giving you her address.

Marie Traynor's got nothing to do with Donnelly. I said no.

SHE GASPS

SHE GASPS

HORN BEEPS Sorry.

HEAVY BREATHING

-VINCENT ON VOICEMAIL:

-Sorry, I can't get to the phone right now.

-Oh, Dad!

I'm currently indisposed.

Dad, call me. I think it's starting.

-DAVID ON VOICEMAIL:

-Hi, this is David's phone. You know what to do.

HEAVY BREATHING

You all right?

-No.

-Now?

-Yeah.

MERRY CHATTER DOOR BUZZES

LAUGHTER

-Er, thank you, Sean.

-It's...

It's a fuzzy sock, to warm...

-McKAY:

-Yeah, thanks, Sean. I think we get it.

-You know you're not expected to fill it all.

-Oh!

-McKAY:

-Excuse me! Sergeant Tyrell!

-If it isn't the Grinch himself.

-Here, we saved you some pudding.

Boss, can I have a word?

Yeah, sure. Erm... Your Secret Santa.

Very nice. Thanks.

Come on.

-What's happening?

-It's Mammy. She's sick.

-Is she OK?

Yeah, well...

-Not really, no.

-Anything I can do to help?

Not unless you've got healing hands.

I was hoping to take her away for a few days.

Back down to her home, to see our family.

-Might be the last opportunity she gets.

-I see.

-I'm sorry. When were you thinking?

-Today.

I know the rosters are all set, and we're really short,

and you know I wouldn't ask, but...

It's fine, but I can't let you off today, Paudge.

I tell you what,

why don't you come to myself and Angela after Christmas?

We'll find something in the schedule for you.

Great. Appreciate it, boss.

DOOR SLAMS, ECHOES

PHONE BEEPS

KATIE YELLS

That's great, Katie. You're doing great. We're almost there.

I left a message with David, and I tried your family again.

Still no reply.

Did you try ringing round the pubs?

If I'd asked them to stay away, they'd be here.

-Making a show of me.

-Well, you have me.

Any port in a storm, I always say.

Yeah. Giving birth with a guy I shifted once in a nightclub.

-It's exactly how I dreamed(!)

-I can leave if you want.

-No.

DOOR OPENS

Don't worry about them.

They're here to look after the baby when it comes along.

Oh, it's happening.

-HEAVY BREATHING

-Good girl.

-YELLING

-Good girl. That's it, keep pushing.

I can see the head. Keep pushing.

KATIE YELLS

That's all the money we have. Just petty cash.

DOOR SLAMS, ECHOES

-GRUFF VOICE:

-Down.

Police. Harbour Haulage, Red Rock. It's an emergency.

What are we doing here?

-Won't be a minute, I just have to check something.

-Seriously?

Well, you said yourself it's only a fender bender.

Well, if you wanted to skive off, you could have done it on your own.

You're really testing my seasonal goodwill.

Mammy!

Mammy!

CRACK

PHONE BEEPS

I know it's you, Mr Kiely.

Then you know I don't want your money.

Please, Mr Kiely.

I won't say anything. I won't tell anyone...

..if you just go.

I'm going nowhere.

This is for my son.

My Darren.

KNOCK AT DOOR

You say anything, I swear...

KNOCK AT DOOR

-ADRIJAN:

-Gardai. Open up.

She's not answering.

Well, she's probably out shopping, or at the bingo.

-What?

-Look at this.

Something's happened.

Well, there's probably a really simple explanation.

Your mammy's allowed out without your permission.

You don't understand.

I think Mammy's been abducted.

What? I'm serious!

And if he's got her, Lord knows what he's going to do to her.

-Who?

-Beady Burke.

When you went into that shop this morning...

-Yeah?

-..he started hassling me.

And when I sent him packing, he got really nasty and started

making threats against me and my family.

Why didn't you say anything?

Do I have to give you chapter and verse every time

a gouger gives out to me in the street?

But why would Beady take your mother because of a tiff between you?

It was more than just that.

He wanted me to get information about someone,

and I told him where to go.

OK, well, don't touch anything. It's a crime scene now.

It's Paudge. I need to speak to McKay.

He wouldn't hurt her, would he?

-BABY CRIES

-That's it, the head's out.

-I... Think I'm g...

-Thought you'd be used to blood and guts in your job.

-So did I.

-Put your head between your knees, Rory.

Almost there.

OK, easy, don't push. Just pant.

Say hello to your son.

Oh!

-Is he OK?

-Looks good so far, but we need to check him out.

BABY CRIES

Nothing wrong with those lungs, anyway.

He's got a healthy pair on him.

Do you have to take him now?

The sooner he goes, the sooner he'll come back. Try not to worry.

I just wanted to hold him.

Must be one of the lads, messing.

We had a few Christmas drinks here before everyone knocked off,

and someone must have made the call then.

As a joke.

Making fake robbery reports and wasting police time isn't a joke.

-I know.

-Somebody out there could be in real trouble.

-I'm sorry.

-Won't happen again.

-Yeah, it better not.

Do you mind if we come inside? Have a look around?

There's nobody else here. I was just locking up.

Won't take long.

-I'm in a bit of a hurry.

-Five minutes, that's all.

-RADIO:

-Zulu Victor 101, this is Control.

We have a possible abduction at 61 Curlew Court.

Any cars in the vicinity?

Is that Paudge's house?

Control, this is Victor 69. We're on our way.

Sure all is OK?

Yeah.

-I could have told him. I didn't.

-Am I supposed to be grateful?

No, but...

Move.

No.

I said move.

Have all CCTV in this area checked.

Any vehicles along this road, run their regis through the system.

Sean's on it.

Don't worry, we'll find her, OK?

Why don't we get you down the station, make a statement?

Unless you want to wait here and see if she comes back.

Well, she's not down at the shops, is she?

That's not what I was saying, but let's try to keep an open mind.

Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.

Who did Beady want information on?

Donnelly.

Jamie Donnelly.

Passed with flying colours, all nine pounds three ounces of him.

-Is that good?

-He's perfect.

He is, isn't he?

DOOR OPENS

BABY CRIES

-You OK?

-OK, OK.

Congratulations.

-What are you doing here?

-Leaving.

He drove me here.

You did this.

It was an accident.

You killed my son.

-I swear, if I could change it all, I would.

-Yeah!

I went there to talk to him, I swear to you.

PHONE RINGS

You Hennessys, you think you can get away with murder.

Well, not this time.

Turn around.

MICHAEL ON VOICEMAIL: You've reached Harbour Haulage.

-The office is closed until January 5th.

-Turn around!

-DAVID ON VOICEMAIL:

-Michael, Katie's had the baby. He's amazing.

He's massive, like. Man, you've gotta see him. Can you hear him?

BABY CRIES

You going to kill his uncle?

-WEAKLY:

-Shut up.

Right here.

I'll hardly feel a thing.

-Another word...

-I get why you hate me.

I deserve that.

But you're not a murderer.

-Am I not?

-Neither am I.

Trust me, you don't want someone else's life on your conscience.

Not even mine.

I swear to you, I won't go to the guards.

I'll never say a word.

To anyone.

Your choice. Kill me...

..or go see your grandson.

-So, Beady's working for McDaid now?

-Looks like it.

Trial starts next week. Must be desperate if he's still

trying to stop Donnelly from testifying.

But why ask Paudge? He knew it'd come straight back to us.

Maybe not.

Sean's got CCTV footage of a car reported stolen turning down

your road. Appears to be one of Beady's hired goons, Daithi Butler.

I knew it.

Well, they haven't found him yet, but they're bringing in Beady.

Don't worry. We'll bring her back.

Paudge, you ready for a chat?

Vin.

-Oh, Ma, what if he's been lifted?

-DOOR OPENS, CLOSES

You were meant to dump all that gear.

-There was no need to.

-What? Why?

You didn't do it.

I couldn't.

-Well, give it to me, then, and I'll do it.

-Don't be stupid.

I knew it.

I couldn't do it, Bridge.

Not the day me grandson was born.

What? Katie had the baby?

She can't have, there's two weeks to go.

-How'd you know?

-David rang while I was there.

Wait a minute. Don't tell me Michael Hennessy knows it's you?

Doesn't matter if he did, he's not going to say anything.

-Oh, God, are you mad?

-He won't!

Oh, you're a fool. They've got you now.

Jesus, you'll end up spending longer inside than him.

And what exactly did Beady say?

Just that he wanted information on this Donnelly fella.

Did he say what kind of information?

No, but I didn't give him the chance.

Made it crystal clear that I wasn't having any of it.

If he didn't shut it, I was arresting him.

And then what happened?

That's when he started getting aggressive,

making threats against me and mammy and all sorts.

So he mentioned your mother specifically?

Not specifically, more like, "You and your family."

And then?

And then he just walked off, not very happy, and that was it.

And you didn't think to tell us?

I didn't think I'd have to take it so seriously.

You seemed quite keen to get her away earlier. To the country.

Yeah, but...

No, that wasn't anything to do with Beady.

KNOCK AT DOOR DOOR OPENS

He's here.

If anyone's going to get the truth out of him, it's Nikki.

You think I'm some kind of granny grabber? Give me some credit.

-You did threaten Garda Brennan.

-BEADY SNORTS

That fella needs to learn how to take a joke.

Jamie Donnelly?

McDaid asked you to find him.

-I don't know what you're talking about.

-He can be quite persuasive.

And why Garda Brennan?

You and him have some kind of relationship?

Nothing so far. I'm sorry, Paudge.

-Right.

-Beady's an old hand at this, you know that.

He's not going to crack that easily, but we're going to do our best.

Yeah.

-Paudge, they found your mother.

-Is she OK?

Yes, shaken, but other than that, fine.

They drove her around and let her go.

Sean and Adrijan are bringing her in now.

Yeah. Thanks, Sarge.

Thank God!

Oh, hello!

Oh!

Hello, little one! Oh, look at him.

He's gorgeous.

Welcome to the family, little man.

Have you decided on a name? What about Jack?

Good, solid name.

Goes well with Hennessy.

Oh, she can't, Mum.

I was hoping on using that name.

If I had a boy. One day.

Where's the little smasher?

I'm grand, thanks.

I thought there was only two visitors allowed at one time?

That's what the snotty cow on the desk said.

She won't be trying that again.

So, where's Michael?

He's delayed.

Thank you.

-Mammy!

-I'm fine, Paudge, I'm fine.

-Did he hurt you?

-Everything's all right.

Maggie, it'd be great if we could get a statement from you now

-while everything's still fresh in your mind.

-OK.

-I'll sit in with you.

-It's better if we do this by the book.

You're one bobby-dazzler, aren't you, hmm?

Thought of a name yet?

Luke.

What?

Suits him.

I was just saying he was the image of David as a baby.

-He looked like a little gargoyle as well, did he?

-Keith!

KEITH CHUCKLES

Michael, your face!

What happened to you?

It's nothing.

I was locking up and a fuse went, walked into a door.

-Walked into a door?

-Yeah.

You shouldn't be here.

Oh, it's, er...

It's all right, Katie, love.

We can be civil.

For baby Luke here.

His little head, there...

CHUCKLING BABY LUKE GURGLES

Why don't we start with you telling us a little bit about what happened?

I was marzipanning the cake...

A bit late this year, but what with everything... Um...

At about half 12, the doorbell rang

and there was this man and he said he was a colleague of Paudge's.

-A Guard?

-Yes.

He said Paudge had...sent him to collect me. Now...

I was a bit suspicious, because he didn't look like any Guard I'd ever seen.

Why'd you say that?

He had an earring.

And then what happened?

Well, when I told him that I wanted to call Paudge about it,

he got really angry and he pushed over the chairs

and he broke my fruit bowl.

Well, Paudge is always saying to me, "If you're ever mugged,

"give them whatever they want.

"Nothing's worth getting hurt over."

-So I went with him.

-And where did he take you?

Nowhere in particular.

We drove around for ages and then he dropped me off at the beach.

And did he say anything to you when he was driving you around?

Just that I was to give a message to Paudge.

He said, "Tell him..."

"Tell Paudge this is just a warning...

"..and next time, there'll be consequences

"if he doesn't start playing ball."

Are they releasing Beady?

-No, they're getting him in for an identity parade.

-For Mammy?

I guess so.

But we know he wasn't the one who abducted her.

Well,

I don't know, maybe they're checking if she's ever seen him before,

hanging around outside the house or something.

Can I have a word, boss?

Yeah, what is it?

If Mammy's doing an identity parade, I want to be there.

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

-You should probably just let us handle it.

-I'm asking you as her son, not a Garda.

She's been through a frightening ordeal today.

She should have some family support in there.

No.

I've never seen any of these men in my life.

I heard the car's been found, burnt out. No sign of the driver.

This all feels highly planned.

Boss?

Does she look seriously ill to you?

Stop! Just give over!

Like she doesn't have long left?

No. Why?

I'm sorry, Mammy.

They do things like this all the time.

Try to put pressure on guards. It happens a lot more than you think.

-They would never have hurt you.

-Don't.

They told me.

Told you what?

About you, and all your debts.

And how you burnt down that house.

And that you've been giving them information, Garda information, to help them.

They told me what to say.

They told me that they'd kill you if I didn't.

Oh, Paudge.

What have you done?