Episode 8 Red Rock

-You've a girl who works here? Still at school.

-Do you mean Rachel?

Rachel's my youngest daughter.

Place was in darkness, all shut up, and he comes sneaking out,

runs across the station. Five minutes later, she comes out.

McGonigle won't take this lying down, you know that?

Some bloke from a debt-collecting agency said you owed

thousands leaving Spain.

You were kissing another woman that wasn't Mum?

We have two sons to think of. We should at least try.

I know what you were doing in there. With her.

I'm warning you, you start spreading those lies about me, and I swear...

..you'll regret it.

THEME MUSIC PLAYS

DOG BARKS

SHE SIGHS

BABY CRIES

Shut that bloody dog up! I warned you before.

I swear, I'll wring its neck!

Sssh.

CRYING CONTINUES Sh.

-What time are you home tonight?

-The usual.

It'll be nice not to have to do dinner for a change.

I booked a table.

For her?

Have you been out all night?

HE COUGHS Morning to you, too, Mother.

-You could have let us know. A phone call or something.

-Ah, right.

Oh, off to bed now, is it? Don't let us keep you.

-Angela, give it a rest, will you?

-I'll see you later, Conor,

after you've picked Stephen up from football. Do not forget!

You have your fun tonight. I'll see to the family.

She was all over me. Could not get enough.

Giving it the full, "I've been a naughty girl, officer.

-"Do you want to arrest me?"

-Pity I wasn't there.

-She'd have probably fainted.

-Yeah, from the smell of that aftershave.

What's wrong with my aftershave?

It's not aftershave, it's eau de toilette.

There's a difference, Kosos.

Yeah, the difference is you smell twice as bad for twice as long.

Yeah, anyway, boys, you know me.

Happily married man, I was, of course, the consummate professional.

Got her to put her top back on, read her her rights, asked her to

accompany me down the station, bish-bash-bosh, job well done.

You're a jammy beggar.

I'd love a case of indecent exposure every now and then.

Yes, you would, Paudge.

Brian's just telling us about his favourite-ever arrest.

Sounds like one to remember, all right.

Yeah, that's what I love about this job.

You never know what's round the corner.

Maeve. We haven't seen you here in a while.

To what do we owe the pleasure?

Comedian? Just what I need(!) I want to report a nuisance.

Me neighbour's dog. Barks all the time, it keeps me up at night.

I'm serious.

You'd better do something about it, or I'll do it meself.

I'll string the mangy thing up, so help me.

OK, let me take your details.

We can't have you losing your beauty sleep, can we?

Look, don't you judge me, all right? Just do your job, and get it sorted.

-Oh, what in the name of God is that?

-What's it look like?

It's continental.

I'm trying to raise the tone. Don't know why I bother.

It's like casting pearls before swine.

Ah, Darren, he liked strawberries, didn't he? And these blue things.

-What are they called?

-Blueberries.

Yeah. They were his favourite.

I was thinking about going into town later on this morning.

-Treating meself to something nice. Do you want to come?

-No.

Could treat you to something too. Top or a skirt.

Be nice to see you in a skirt again.

-What do you think?

-No.

-Suit yourself.

-PHONE RINGS

All right, man? Yeah.

Er, no, not yet. Cos I'm working on it.

-How many do you have?

-I'd better be off.

Thanks for the breakfast, Bridge, but tomorrow,

none of the fruit stuff, huh?

Tomorrow? You can make your own bleeding breakfast tomorrow.

You're loving this, aren't you?

-What?

-This oh-so-cosy wife and mother act.

Save it. Won't work on me.

So, this court thing of yours today...

Don't tell me you're worried how you'll cope without me.

Actually, in a way, I am.

I'm worried I might be paired off with you-know-who. What should I do?

-Well, what can you do?

-I don't know, do I? That's why I'm asking you.

He's your senior officer. There's nothing you can do.

If you get paired with him,

just keep your head down and your gob shut.

Great advice there, Paudge(!) Why didn't I think of that?

Right, then, you lot, let's get moving.

I've seen more life in St Helen's Morgue.

-Didn't that close down, Skip?

-Exactly, Paudge.

You two, KLO for a black C-Max and a green Transit van,

and we've got a noisy dog in Greenbank.

Have a word with the owner.

We've had some burglaries in and around Pool Street.

Check out the area.

Don't be late for court this afternoon, Paudge,

I want you back here sharp. This one could last for days.

It's nothing to smile about.

While you keep your backside nice and warm in court,

scoffing Jammie Dodgers, the rest of us have to carry on without you.

Scoffing Jammie Dodgers? He is a jammy dodger.

I'm sure we'll all do our best to cope without Paudge, won't we, lads?

Actually, Sarge?

I was wondering if I could go on SO duty for a few days, if it'll help.

I need you on patrol.

I'd really rather do SO.

Do you think you could just do what you're told?

Sarge.

Everything OK?

-Yeah.

-Sharon winding you up?

-Well, nothing I can't handle.

Look, I was wondering -

do you think she's been a little bit difficult lately?

-I think so.

-Oh?

Yeah, maybe I'm being a bit too harsh, I just think she's been...

I don't know, too demanding.

At least she takes the job seriously.

-I wish half the others would.

-Yeah.

Yeah, but I think that's it, I think she takes it TOO seriously.

-You know? Thinks she's a cut above.

-Maybe.

I mean, this whole thing works, WE work, because we're a team, right?

One bad apple in the bunch, the whole thing falls apart.

I don't know, maybe we just keep an eye on her, you know?

-DOG BARKS

-This must be it.

I would never have guessed(!)

-You're such a tool.

-Hey, got to take pride in the uniform.

-Mr Duff?

-So what?

-Can we come in for a moment, please?

We've had a complaint about your dog, barking all the time.

-Get in there, Toddy, go on. In there.

-You have to keep it quiet.

It's disturbing people.

Oh, who complained? That trollop that lives next door?

She had the DSPCA down on me last week, you know.

Said I was neglecting him. That's rich, coming from her.

She lets that lad of hers roam wild all hours of the day and night.

That's how I broke me foot, he left that skateboard outside.

Lucky I didn't break me neck.

You have to keep it quiet, or I'll have it taken away, OK?

DOG CONTINUES BARKING

Jeez! Let's go. We've wasted enough time here.

You wouldn't really take him away, would you?

-Perhaps you should take him out more.

-With my foot?

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

Now, you know me, Terry. I love a good Chinese meal,

but there's no way I'm eating at a restaurant called Wok This Way.

I've got standards. Right, see you later, fella.

That's me sorted tonight. Meeting up with a few of the lads later.

That's what I love about court, you get to catch up with your old mates.

So it's not just the fact that it's a bit of a doss?

It's not about dossing, Sharon, it's about pacing yourself.

This job's a marathon, not a sprint.

Here's me thinking you saw it as more of a gentle stroll.

Do you fancy a coffee, a proper one from the cafe?

-I'd better head in, I'm in court at two.

-I'll buy you a cookie?

If we're going to skive, the cafe opposite the station's probably

not the best location, and you've seen what mood Angela's in today.

She's like Hannibal Lector with handcuffs.

-You head in, I won't be too long.

-Suit yourself,

but don't blame me if she eats you with some fava beans

and a nice Chianti.

F-F-F-F-F-F-F!

-Rachel?

-Oh, hiya.

-Do you have a few minutes to talk?

Is it about the tour?

I hope I didn't do anything wrong, cos I had to start it early.

It's about something else.

Something I saw that night? Who I saw you with?

Not sure what you mean.

-I think you do.

-Do I?

Thing is...

.. I know, about you and Brian.

Come on in, we'll have a chat.

So, dog happy, old man happy, AND no more noise.

-Team Croatia to the rescue.

-Team Soft In The Head, more like.

The old man broke his foot. He can't walk the dog.

It's called helping people, Sean, you should try it some time.

There's a big difference between helping people and being a muppet.

What will your man be asking you to do next? His washing? His shopping?

Wiping his backside? Seriously, Koso, get a grip.

-Give the guards a bad name.

-I'LL give the guards a bad name?

It might be that I'm mistaken, and if I am, I'm sorry,

but if you are in a relationship with Brian,

a sexual relationship, you have to tell someone.

I don't have a clue what you're talking about.

-Is your dad here? Maybe we could tell him what's going on.

-My Dad?

You're 15. Your dad's responsible for you, and he loves you.

Don't you think he should know?

I'm worried for you, Rachel.

What you're doing is dangerous, in all kinds of ways.

Listen, I don't know what you think you've seen, but Brian...

Mr McGonigle is my best friend's dad. And you think me and him...?

-That's sick.

-Listen, I'm just trying to help you.

-Help me?

I don't need your help. Whatever you think you've seen is wrong. Totally.

There's nothing going on between me and Mr McGonigle.

Now leave me alone.

DOG BARKS BABY CRIES

Thanks, Katie, love.

-This is nice, isn't it?

-Mm-hm.

-Spend time with me family.

-So, er... What did you want to talk to me about?

-An idea.

Business, right?

I know a fella who's able to get cigarettes, really cheap.

Best not to be asking me where I'm getting them from,

but, point is, I could double me money.

But?

But I'm a bit short at the moment. Cash flow, you know?

-How much?

-A grand.

800?

-Give you five.

-Really? Deadly.

-For a 50% cut.

-Right.

-And who knows?

This goes well, there'll be more where that came from.

-You're an absolute star, do you know that?

-Don't mention it, love.

I'm happy to help me boys out.

Me boy. To help me boy out.

-Right, you and Katie.

-What about us?

-Could you not just get along?

-It's not me, it's her.

-You could put in a bit of effort, like.

-All I do is make an effort.

I want to stay here with you and your da, but Katie, she can be...

-She can be so difficult.

-All right.

Be making a show of yourself.

Here, maybe I could talk to her, you know? Smooth things over.

You're a good boy, Keith,

but you know our Katie. She can be bloody-minded when she wants to be.

Yeah, don't know where she got that from(!)

-Hiya.

-Hiya.

What's so important it couldn't wait until tonight?

I want to talk about Conor, and you're out tonight, remember?

And you're overreacting, about Conor. It's just high spirits.

You're probably right, but we need to think about Stephen, too.

I mean, do we really want him to see Conor like that?

Rolling in, stinking of booze?

Maybe you're right. I'll have a word.

You might want to ask him about his studying, too.

He has exams soon, and I never see him with a book.

You'll do it tonight?

-It's important.

-I will do it, but obviously not tonight.

I have to go.

I still don't understand what you think you were doing.

I was trying to make her come forward, talk to her dad.

That way, I wouldn't have to be the one to blow the whistle.

-I'm sick of this, I'm going to McKay.

-And say what?

You've still got no proof, and even if you did...

-"Guards don't rat on guards."

-They just don't!

-She's 15. 15.

I'm not saying it's right, it's just the way it is.

Fine, do what you want, but don't expect anyone to give you

thanks if you say something, and don't expect any help from me.

-Everything all right?

-Yeah, grand.

-Good.

You look like you've got the weight of the world

on your shoulders there, Paudge.

I'm just making sure I have everything I need for court.

Oh, yeah, what's the case?

Ah, your usual. Assault, battery, false imprisonment.

Oh, good luck with that.

No better part of this job than sending scumbags down for what

they've done, is there?

Absolutely, Sarge.

Absolutely.

You know your problem, don't you?

It's been too long since you've done the no pants dance.

The no pants what?

-You need a woman.

-I meet plenty of women.

Unlike you, I don't feel the need to talk about it.

-You calling me a show off, Addy Boy?

-No, never.

- You've just had a phone call. A Mr Duff.

Wouldn't say what he wanted, but he sounds upset.

-I know bloody well it was you.

-And what are you going to do about it?

Always moaning about him, always giving out all the time.

-See what the old fool's done?

-Yeah, that's nothing.

I'll break your neck, you dirty slut!

Did you hear that? He's finally flipped.

-They've come to take you away, ya loon!

-OK, OK, what's going on?

Isn't it obvious?

-Did you do that?

-It's not all I'll do.

I'll ring the social, I'll tell them about her.

About men coming in and out at all hours. Oh, yes, I've seen them!

-Ya brass, you!

-Yeah? Yeah?

-OK, calm down.

-I'll have her kids taken away, so I will.

OK, start from the beginning, what happened?

You want to know?

Hi.

OK, calm down.

Where are you?

OK.

-First one in?

-Yeah, the lads should be back any minute.

I'll talk to Conor this evening.

I've cancelled the table.

Where's Stephen?

Your brother. You were supposed to collect him.

CONOR SIGHS

-Well?

-Well, what do you want me to say?

For God's sake, what is the matter with you?

Nothing's the matter with me, OK? I just forgot, that's it.

Look, if there's something wrong or if something's bugging you,

will you just talk to us, please?

CONOR SIGHS

I was going to say it later on,

but I might as well get it out of the way now.

-I'm thinking about leaving.

-Home?

-No, university.

OK, I'm sick of the pressure to study,

and it's wrecking my head, OK?

And I've had enough.

-Thanks for coming to get me.

-It's no problem.

-It was horrible.

She just kept going on and on,

saying that I should tell my da about us.

-Your da?

-Said he should know.

What if she tells him?

She won't.

What if she tells the school?

She won't be telling anyone anything, believe me.

How do you know that? What if she decides...?

Rachel, sweetheart, do you trust me?

-Yeah.

-That's my girl. You leave everything to me, OK?

-OK.

What are you going to do?

Just going to sit her down, I'm going to have a nice little chat

with her, and I'm going to tell her that she got it wrong, that she

misinterpreted things.

That she just made a mistake.

Yeah, exactly, she's made a...

A big mistake.

I got a little job for you.

Of course I didn't poison the dog. What do you think I am?

You made threats.

Said you'd, "scoop out its insides and use it as a handbag."

What if I did say that?

Doesn't mean I'd actually do it.

Well, somebody put something through the letterbox.

-Something poisonous.

-Good for them. Now we might get some peace.

Do you know what?

You two want to get out and catch some real criminals.

I've been broken into twice in the last six months,

and someone stole our Brendon's skateboard.

It was the old man, wasn't it?

If he has the skateboard, I want him charged with theft,

as well as breaking me window.

We were talking about the dog, Miss Wilson.

What about you?

Brendon, is it?

Do you know anything about this?

This is a serious offence.

With your record, do I need to spell out what would happen?

You can spell it out all you like. I didn't do it.

Your latest scheme? Do you have to keep them in the living room?

-We can barely move in there.

-My room's already stowed.

-Won the lottery, did you?

-No, Ma gave me some cash.

An investment, we're partners.

-What? She's our Ma, she's looking out for us.

-You think so?

-What?

What do you want to do when you grow up, Keith?

-What, you being funny?

-No, seriously.

Do you want to be shifting knock-off cigs

and DVDs for the rest of your life?

Oh, will you give it a rest, will you?

Cos our Ma's just going to drag you down, same way she done our Da.

-Is that what you want?

-You need to stop this, right?

I'm sick of you going on about

me Ma like she's a member of bleeding Al-Qaeda or something.

Look, I'm glad she's back. I'm glad she's helping us out. I missed her.

I'm sorry, I just want more for you than this.

You don't need to worry, honestly.

I'm happy. You should be as well.

Look, I know she's not perfect, yeah? I know. But she's our Ma.

Let it be, will you?

-Come on, you worry too much.

-You don't worry enough.

-We will catch whoever killed your dog, Mr Duff.

-He's not dead.

The vet pumped his stomach after you left here yesterday, and

don't think I'm going to let this drop just because he isn't dead.

Cost me a bleeding fortune.

You don't have to be Sherlock Holmes to work out who did it.

Get next door. Beat a confession out of her.

Isn't that what you people do?

Funnily enough, no, it isn't, and if you want us

to continue to help you, a bit of respect wouldn't go amiss.

We'll be in touch.

You've trodden in something.

-Bloody chocolate.

-HOLDEN CHUCKLES

Hey, Paudge just called.

His court case from yesterday was held over,

so he won't be in again today.

I bet he was heartbroken(!)

Yeah, well, he did try to hide his glee,

but I'm sure I heard a few whoops of joy in the background.

Remember that manslaughter trial when his statement was postponed?

Yeah, if I'm not mistaken, he had six days off.

Came back with a proper tan.

It does mean that Sharon's on her own again today, though.

Ah. We'll just have to put her on SO.

Or I could take her out in the car.

-Do you have time?

-Yeah, I can squeeze it in later on.

You know what it's like at her age.

The more time you spend on the street, the better.

Really stands to you.

-Yeah. Well, if you don't mind...

-No, happy to help, boss.

While you're at it,

maybe you can undo some of the bad habits Paudge has been teaching her.

Yeah, that might take longer than a few hours.

-See you.

-See you.

Shoplifter in Malloy's, just been called in.

How are we doing with our dog killer?

Dog's not dead. Vet pumped its stomach.

The poisoner couldn't have known it wouldn't die, though.

-You an animal lover, Skip?

-Not really. The boys are.

We used to have a dog, from the rescue,

She was a pain, if I'm honest.

She got into the boys' Christmas stockings one year. Exploded.

-Exploded?

-Not literally.

Let's just say it wasn't a white Christmas.

She was lucky. She could have died from eating so much chocolate.

Even a few pieces can be fatal, apparently.

-Have you seen the keys?

-Yeah. On the side.

-Huh?

-Which side?

-Well, not me bleeding backside. The sideboard.

Oh, careful, Ma!

Now he tells me.

I'll be back later, hopefully after shifting loads of these.

-That's what I like to see. A real grafter, isn't he, Vin?

-Mm.

Do you know what I really fancy?

Recognise this?

-Seen you eating the same stuff.

-Hundreds of people eat that.

Thousands. What's it got to do with the dog, anyway?

Thought you said it was poisoned.

It was.

-By this.

-That's daft.

We do have better things to do, you know,

so why don't you just admit it?

Then we can all get on with something a bit more important.

Why don't you go and fetch that skateboard?

-What?

-The one we got from Mr Duff.

The dog's fine, it's not going to die.

But we need to get to the bottom of this.

This won't go away, Brendon, not until we know the truth.

No, I didn't ask you anything.

I didn't mean it.

I was just trying to keep it quiet so Daenerys would go back to sleep.

-Daenerys?

-The baby.

-Oh, so you were thinking about your sister?

That's a good thing.

You put the chocolate through the letterbox.

-Will there be charges?

-I'll speak to Mr Duff.

When he hears that Brendon gave the dog chocolate for a good reason,

he might not want to take things further.

He's not a completely unreasonable man.

-I think.

-So what now? The dog's coming back?

-That's great, that leaves us exactly where we started.

-Maybe not.

Well, now that that's sorted,

hopefully we can get back to some proper police work.

-Helping people IS proper police work.

-If you say so.

You're in the car with me, Cleere.

-Now?

-Yeah, grab your coat.

-But Sergeant Tyrell said I'm on SO.

-And now I'm moving you to the car.

-OK, I'll let her know I'm going.

-No, it's all done.

Don't worry, I'm just doing what the boss asked to do.

He's keen to see you get as much hands-on experience as possible.

Must see potential.

-OK, I'll get my jacket.

-Great.

-Wait till you see this.

-Wo-ho!

-What do you think?

-Yeah, lovely.

SHE SPEAKS GAELIC Brings back happy memories, huh?

Doesn't it? That crappy holiday in Saline.

-And the cocktail bar with the parrot.

-Oh, the parrot, yeah.

-Katie was born nine months later.

-We should have called her, "Margarita".

-Ah, good times.

-Yeah.

Really made a mess of things, didn't I?

Yeah, you did.

Well, what did you want me to say?

That all those years don't matter?

That I'm glad to see you,

-but it took Darren dying for you to come back?

-Don't be like that.

-I was coming back anyway.

-Ah, yeah, so you say.

Do you know what? I don't need this.

I'm trying to make everything right, but nobody gives a toss.

-Where are you going?

-Upstairs to pack. Now, get out me way.

Don't be soft.

-Soft, is it, I am, now?

-Go on, hit me.

If it makes you feel better.

I wouldn't waste good booze on you, Vincent Kiely.

-I was waiting for you outside.

-Yeah, sorry, Sarge.

I'm not feeling that great. I think it must be one of those bugs.

-Well, you've no temperature.

-I just feel a bit off.

No problem. If you're not up to it, I'll just be in the back.

-RADIO: Control to Zulu Victor 101.

-Go ahead, control.

Reports of a break-in at the Ballybride Street warehouse.

Roger that. We're on our way.

They're still here. Come on.

-Zulu Victor 101 to control.

-Go ahead, 101.

Burglary in progress at the Ballybride Street warehouse.

-Assistance required, intruders armed.

-Roger, Zulu Victor 101.

WHISTLING

Brian?

Brian!

Put your hands up where I can see them!

Brian!

Brian?

PUNCHES AND KICKS

Just do it.

HE SPITS

Again.

Just go.

Go!

-Zulu Victor 101 to control.

-Go ahead, Zulu Victor 101.

Where's that backup? We've got a member down. Repeat - member down.

You need to let them take over now, Brian.

I'll wait here. You need to go and get that eye looked at.

Look, you're no good to me, you're no good to Sharon,

if you're exhausted. Get the eye stitched up, then go home.

See the wife, see the kids, get some sleep.

Look, I should have got to her sooner.

It was three against one.

You coming back when you did saved her life.

Sharon will never forget what you did for her today.

I'll let you know when she's out of surgery, OK?

Good man.

MCGONIGLE SIGHS

Thanks for letting us know.

She has concussion, broken ribs, a collapsed lung, and bruising.

Did I get that right? There were three of them?

If Brian hadn't been on the scene so quickly...

Can we go see her, after shift?

I would leave it for now, the boss is there.

We can take it in turns to go in tomorrow.

Has anyone told Paudge?

I'll let him know.

Do we have any ID of the attackers? Anything to go on?

Not a clue. Sharon might be able to give us a description.

-What I wouldn't do to have five minutes in a cell...

-Just five?

I could take all day.

Hey.

-How are you feeling?

-Never better, sir.

Some people will do anything for a lie down, eh?

I've called your mum and dad. They're on their way.

It's OK. Do you want something to drink?

Probably doesn't feel like it now, but you're lucky.

If Brian hadn't managed to see them off, it could have been a lot worse.

Paudge. Come on in.

I got you this.

I was just telling Sharon, Brian did well to see off her attackers.

You need to get some rest.

Don't be in too much of a hurry to get out of here.

I'll be back tomorrow.

Is there anything else you want me to bring you?

No.

Proud of you, Sharon.

The bravery you showed out there today.

As far as I'm concerned, you and Brian...

..you're both heroes.

Sharon Cleere's been beaten up.

She's in the hospital.

-She's broken ribs, a punctured lung...

-She'll be OK, though?

I've been pretty hard on her lately.

OK.

-OK...?

-You can leave college.

I think it would be a mistake, but who cares what I think, right?

I was just talking to Dad about uni, and I don't want to quit.

Not really.

-What?

-I just need some breathing space, that's all.

"Breathing space."

Sounds familiar.

I know it isn't visiting hours,

but the nurses didn't think it was a problem.

It's the uniform.

Oh, I love the blue, don't you?

It's got something about it.

That we're in charge.

That we've made something of ourselves.

Mm?

"Get well soon." Oh, from Paudge. "Kiss kiss."

See, this is what I've been telling you about.

How we look after our own.

You take my word for it, by tomorrow,

you won't be able to see that locker for cards.

Put that down.

You know,

everybody is saying that I'm a hero.

That they would have killed you if I hadn't got to you when I did.

But I just did what any guard would do.

I covered your back.

Now, you get better, you take care of yourself.

Try not to get into trouble again,

cos next time, you mightn't be so lucky.