Episode 12 Red Rock

-Joe's offered me a job.

-You can't.

It'd only be for a month, until I pay him off what I owe.

If you say one word about Brian to anybody,

you'll end up in the dock right next to him,

charged with the same offence, defilement of a minor.

You wouldn't, you wouldn't.

Sharon. I mean, she's the key to all this, her obsession with me.

But in order to prove it,

undermine her integrity on the stand, there has to be some proof.

Leave it with me.

If he so much as looks at you the wrong way...

He wouldn't dare.

PHONE LINE RINGING

-WOMAN:

-Hello, Red Rock Garda Station.

Hello? Yeah, I'd like to report a burglary.

If you need anything else, just give us a shout, yeah?

-You know, my mum's working this morning.

-Good for her.

-Maybe you can go talk to her.

-No.

-She'll understand...

-You better not have said anything.

Conor, throw these bad boys in the dishwasher for me, would you,

-please?

-Yeah, sure.

-Thanks, buddy.

Lovers' tiff already?

-We're just...

-I know. Friends.

I think he wants something more, though.

Blokes usually do.

Believe it or not, I used to be one once.

Just go at your own pace, yeah?

Yeah.

-Any hassle...

-I'll be fine.

Lads' weekend. Lads. Clue is in the title.

I am one of the lads.

On paper, maybe.

Do you think I can't handle it? Sounds like fun.

Do you fancy it, Sarge?

What, a night under canvas with a bunch of burping, farting,

drunken fellas?

-Sure I get enough of that at home.

-Yeah, well, in Galway, though.

No, I don't do camping.

I do hot and cold running water, Egyptian cotton sheets,

-and a minibar.

-See?

You put me down or I'll have you for gender discrimination.

You coming as well?

Where?

Lads' weekend. "Gardai do Galway."

Sounds like a dodgy porno.

Oh, it's nothing, really.

Count me in.

Well, he's definitely not one of the lads.

Report of a break-in.

Should be Uniform.

No, I want you to check it out.

Special case.

The victim is known to us.

If anything happens,

if he does anything, get the hell out of there, do you hear me?

He's not going to do anything.

I don't even know what time I'm meant to be starting.

You're going, then? I'm impressed.

I've had jobs before, you know.

How would I know?

Tell her, Vin.

She worked in that chicken place.

Yeah, when I was, like, 12.

She lasted about five minutes. Put her off drumsticks for life.

Yeah, thanks for that.

Well, good luck with it, anyway.

He's just been fed, so you shouldn't get a peep out of him.

All right, love.

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

So I said to him, I said,

"Listen, I'm going to charge you twice over,

"you don't put that thing away now!"

It's nice to know that scrote's back where he belongs, huh?

Who else has access to the flat?

Uh...landlord.

Neighbours?

If you can call them that. Talked to them already.

They didn't see anything.

We'll talk to them again, and we'll check the CCTV.

Yeah, I wouldn't bother with that.

There's some clapped-out camera up on Boyle Street,

but you won't get any joy there.

Sorry. Old habits.

How long were you a guard for? 15 years, was it?

20. And I still am.

Must have changed a lot since you started.

Yeah. Nothing like the Blue, though.

How's the old place doing? Keeping you busy, are they?

Never a dull moment.

Yeah. Say that again.

Always good craic down there. Although, watch out for Cleere.

Yeah, you mind your back, fella.

She puts the eye on you, run.

Anything there?

Now, how's that? Wouldn't want you putting out your back now, yeah?

I'm grand.

We're all about the health and safety here, aren't we, Breen?

Thought you said you had a coffee machine.

Yeah, you met him.

So, uh, this book-keeping lark. Where's the books?

Oh, leave that for now.

What I want you to do is, you sit here, you just take phone calls.

-I'm going for a meeting.

-That's it?

-Mm-hm. I don't want to rush you in.

Don't I have a computer, or something?

Nah. I'm old school.

You and me working together - it's going to be something else.

-Ah, there it is.

-GENTLE LAUGHTER

He certainly looks the part.

-Well, that was not my idea.

-Don't tell me. Your da's.

He's a smasher, though. They're so easy at that stage, aren't they?

Simple.

Yeah, when he's not keeping me awake all night.

Ah, don't worry, they do that even when they're older.

When's the court case coming up?

Three weeks.

-When are you coming back to work?

-Doesn't look like yous need me.

Conor's just filling in, so...

Well, I won't say no, if you've any hours you can chuck my way.

Let me have a look at the roster, OK?

-I'll give you a shout.

-Thanks.

-Let me see.

Oh, my God! He's so cute!

Items of clothing. Canon D70 Camera.

Expensive.

Yeah, hobby. Plenty of time on my hands.

Do you have, uh, proof of purchase?

What are you saying? I'm lying?

Nah, just dotting the I's.

Yeah, I'm sure I can find it somewhere.

If you could dig that out for me, that'd be great.

-Sure.

-Anything else?

Um... I'm not exactly keeping all my worldly possessions here.

Nothing else worth nicking.

-We'll get this stuff back to the lab.

-Cheers.

Yours?

Uh...no. That's not mine.

Are you sure?

No. Never seen it before. What is it?

Some kind of gym card.

We'll check it out. You never know.

Appreciate it.

Well, hey, listen, when you're done with that, give it to Paudge.

Could use the exercise.

PHONE RINGS

Hello, can I help you?

Proper little Miss Moneypenny, aren't you?

What's that make you?

Please, Joe, please don't do this!

You're a hard man to pin down, Ger.

No-one likes a time-waster.

You got what you owe me?

It's the gym on Rathgar Road. I'm a member. Why?

We found that at Brian's bedsit.

We've contacted the gym.

They say it's registered to you.

You can't think... You know I had nothing to do with this.

-No-one's accusing you.

-I didn't do it!

We need to eliminate you from our enquiries,

-prove that you've nothing to do with it.

-OK, well, how?

We need to search your flat.

Are you serious?

Brian identified some items that have been stolen.

If he's up to something then a search will put an end to it.

I don't like this any more than you do.

But if it gets him off our backs and yours

then I definitely think we should do it.

Yeah. Right. Go ahead. I've nothing to hide.

It's very simple. You know the rules. You borrow money,

you pay it back.

Just looking for a bit more time.

You're starting to bore me, Ger.

It's different this time, Joe. You banjaxed me with the interest.

Would you get an earful of this?

I swear, I had a plan.

I had the money, but then the bleedin' guards turned up.

They're all over me.

The money's gone. I got arrested.

That's some bad luck you've got there.

I didn't give them your name or nothing.

That would've been a very stupid thing to do.

Couple of weeks, days... I'm begging you...

What do you say, Bridge?

Me? Sure, what would I know?

I'm good for it. I will be.

Give the man a chance. He's desperate.

Yeah. He smells of it.

Reeks of desperation.

Take it. This is all I've got.

It's yours.

Don't ever throw pennies at me.

Please don't hurt me.

Let's not make a scene in front of the lady.

Go.

DOOR CLOSES

You just made your first business decision.

First of many, I hope.

We've all been through it.

False accusations.

It's rubbish, but we can't be seen to be making exceptions.

Even if we want to.

I'm going to need your key.

Oh, yeah, sorry.

Can I come with you?

You probably shouldn't.

Please.

Don't want to miss out on all the fun.

Ger McIntyre is a two-bit gambler who's addicted to the gee-gees.

I mean, have you seen his wife?

He comes across as hard done by, but I'm the victim here.

Soft touch. I give him chance after chance,

he throws it back in my face. So, yeah, I come across as strong.

But it's for his own good.

-Yeah.

-Yeah.

-Come on, we're going out.

-What for?

Lunch. I'm taking my employee out for a bite.

I'm meeting a client, I'd like to introduce you.

-It's part of your job.

-No, I'm not that hungry..

It's the Bayview Hotel.

What about the phone? I should be here, in case someone calls.

The handy thing about phones is people call back, Bridge.

-Yeah, I'll be with you in a sec.

-No rush, Conor.

Listen, thanks for all your hard work the last few days.

-Yeah, no worries.

-No, I really appreciate it.

Right, yeah.

The thing is, though, uh... Katie Kiely's coming back.

-And you're in college, anyways.

-Not for ages, though.

Thing is, Conor, I can't afford to pay both of you.

-You're sacking me?

-Well, Conor, you were just giving us a dig out.

-Yeah, but I told you...

-I know. I'm sorry, Conor.

Oh, come on, Liam, you know how much I need this job.

Look, I know, man, but Katie needs it as well, yeah?

And she was here first.

To be honest,

I'm not sure it's a great idea, you being around here, anyway.

Why not?

I think Rachel feels kind of awkward around you.

-So it was her idea?

-No. Wasn't. It was all mine.

Look, Conor, I'm sorry, OK?

It's just she's going through a really rough time right now.

Yeah. Yeah, you don't know the half of it.

The tick on table seven is whining for his soup.

Hey, hey. You know...you know all I'm trying to do is help you,

and this is how you thank me?

I'm sorry, Conor. I don't want to go out with you.

You're good.

She's good. You know, she's lying.

Conor, maybe you should go now, OK?

I'll pay you till the rest of the day.

You know what? No. Don't bother.

Sorry if it's a bit messy, I wasn't expecting anybody.

Nice place.

Yeah, my uncle's a landlord. He gave me a good deal.

You should try sharing a house with five blokes.

I'd say you're some bathroom-hogger, all right.

-Any chance of a cup of tea?

-That's a good idea.

Yeah. Sorry. Anyone else?

-If you're making it.

-This won't take long, Sharon.

We're going to start upstairs, OK?

Where's the tea bags?

Shouldn't be too long.

You probably shouldn't have come.

It's my house.

Sure, they know it's a load of cock and bull.

Is this the fancy stuff you're always talking about?

Cost you an arm and a leg?

How did he get my gym card?

Sharon...

The picture...

What?

This...this was moved.

-This morning it was face down.

-Why didn't you say?

I...I didn't think.

Maybe the wind caught it, or something.

Boss?

It's just a camera. Doesn't mean...

Oh, my God.

Flick through.

Well, just tell me what the problem is.

It'll be OK.

-Rachel, what's up?!

-Stop shouting at me!

-I...

What have you done?

It's Conor.

You two back on, are you?

I didn't mean to, it just came out, OK?

He knows.

-He knows what?

-Everything.

About you and me.

You told him?!

And he knows that I lied to the guards.

Why the bloody hell would you do that?

And he keeps getting at me to go back and tell them,

tell them all about us.

-You stupid little...

-I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!

How long's he known?

-How long?!

-A few days.

Has he told anyone?

No. He won't. I told him to not open his mouth.

How's that going to work? How are you going to stop him?!

His mother's a bloody sergeant!

-Get out.

-No, he won't tell anyone!

-Go on, get out!

-He won't!

-Do you understand how serious this is?

-Yeah!

I told him if he said anything to anybody,

I'd report him to the guards for being with a minor.

See?

And you think Nikki's going to care about that?

All she cares about is nailing me!

You've given her exactly what she needs to do that, you...

-dumb...

-Stop!

You need to go to him.

But...

You need to go to him,

and you need to do whatever it takes to make sure he doesn't talk.

You understand?

Whatever. You be nice to him.

You're good at that.

No, I won't. I don't have to.

No-one's going to believe a junkie.

He's on heroin.

I'm not going to lie to you. This doesn't look good.

He put it there. It's obvious, isn't it?

Take it easy, Sharon.

He's been in my house!

The picture...

He's trying to frame me.

OK.

We'll check for his prints.

Yeah, like you'll find any. He's too smart for that.

We'll get someone to have a closer look at your locks.

I didn't do this.

We believe you.

You believe me, don't you?

Let's take it one step at a time.

You'll be a good boy for your grandad, won't you? Yeah.

SHE CHUCKLES

He'll need a feed in a couple of hours.

Yeah, I know. We'll be grand. Isn't that right, Lukie?

You and me together, buddy, huh?

We'll check to see what's on the box, will we?

All right, bye, Luke.

Mummy will see you in a few hours, OK?

You'll be a good boy, won't you?

-Will you go on?

-OK.

-He won't even know you're gone.

Your ma will be back soon. She'll give me a hand.

DOOR CLOSES

PLAYFUL MUSIC ON TV

SMOOTH JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS

PHONE CHIMES

He's taking his time, isn't he? Your client?

Oh, he'll be here. Relax.

Eat something.

-Where are you going?

-There is no client.

Come on, I'm treating you.

Yeah, like an eejit.

There's a name for a job where you end up in a hotel room

-with your boss.

-Yeah, a good one?

You've an answer for everything.

It was a little white lie, Bridge.

How else am I going to get you here?

I'm not interested.

It's only lunch. I swear.

You always think the worst of me. Why is that?

I'm in a tough business

but, believe it or not, I am one of the nice guys.

There's no strings.

He'll trip up sooner or later. They always do.

There's no such thing as the perfect crime.

Nikki doesn't believe me.

You start that nonsense, I'll put you on SO.

Do not let Brian McGonigle get the better of you.

He's going to get what's coming to him.

I can't believe it.

Neither can we.

You're absolutely sure it was Sharon?

We searched her flat earlier.

God.

How is she?

Pretty shocked. She insists she had nothing to do with it.

A bit shocked, too, myself, I have to say.

So you don't think she's capable?

Look, I'm not one for telling tales out of school.

If it's relevant to the case, then...

She's always had a bit of a thing for me, you know?

And I told her that there was never going to be anything between us.

Absolutely no way. You don't dump on your own doorstep, do you?

And you've witnesses to all this?

I just feel sorry for her, to be honest.

I did warn you.

She's troubled.

I mean, God, she needs help.

That's just tragic.

The poor girl.

We'll be in touch.

DOOR CLOSES

-What do we know?

-On their way, apparently.

Just what we don't need.

Paudge, can you and Sharon head off to the hospital for me?

-Now?

-That guy from the off-licence.

He's been found in a drain, beaten to a pulp.

So, yeah. Now.

Sharon's booking in a queue of skangers.

I need to get her out of the station.

Brian's coming in to make a formal complaint against her.

It was not a banger!

The yellow thing? We used to call it "the big lemon".

It was a Fiat Coupe. Vinny loved that car.

Sort of like Noddy and Big Ears, going around in it.

Do you remember Yvonne?

Big Vonnie?

She sat on it. She put a dent on the bonnet.

I thought Vinny was going to kill her.

She was mad about you.

I dodged a bullet there, didn't I?

Or maybe she was just mad.

Probably in some home now for the bewildered.

What?

I can't believe you're still living here.

Why not?

Cos...you had dreams. You wanted to go places.

Well, we can't all be wheeler-dealers.

You still have them? Those dreams?

I'm content.

-Really?

-Mmm.

Happier. That's all that matters.

Is that why you went off side?

Made a mistake, and then I came back to Vin.

You came back for Darren.

I'm sorry for what happened. That must've been tough.

SIREN WAILS

Ger? Can you hear me?

You...

You want to tell us what happened here?

No.

Why would I tell you anything?

Right, then.

Did this have anything to do with what happened at the off-licence?

Ger, who did this to you?

You don't know?

I didn't see them.

Sorry for the delay.

No rush. I know how busy this place can be.

Do I have to remind you of your bail conditions?

This is an entirely separate matter.

Mr McGonigle has every right to be here.

Anyone would think that you're deliberately trying to start

trouble.

You know exactly why I'm here.

Do I? Refresh my memory.

Sharon Cleere broke into my home

and she stole from me.

-And she's been following me.

-Hmm.

Maybe you didn't know.

You have proof?

She's got form.

I'll take that as a no.

This how you treat all victims of crime, is it?

No, but this break-in, it's pretty convenient, isn't it?

Not for me it's not.

You can't be accusing my client of lying.

Right now, I'm interested in another break-in.

The one in Sharon Cleere's house.

Whoever did this to you left you for dead.

You can't let them get away with it.

If I tell you...

then they'll finish me off.

If you don't, you'll never get rid of them.

You have to fight back.

OK, just...just give me a name.

-A name, Ger.

-I can't.

You don't know what he's capable of.

I'm not leaving until you tell me.

Sharon, drop it.

Was it drugs? Money you owe someone?

Sharon, come on.

We didn't push him hard enough in the interview.

We arrested him and that's enough.

No. We should have asked him why he faked the robbery.

There's a reason why.

All I know is, that man is not talking.

You must have been at, what,

hundreds, thousands, of break-ins in your time.

Yeah.

-What's that got to do with anything?

-You'd be an expert.

-It doesn't take a genius.

-An expert in not getting caught.

You better not be accusing my client.

I'm just asking for his professional insight. What would you do, Brian,

if you wanted to break in?

No comment.

I always wanted to say that.

If I was facing charges of a sexual nature,

looking forward to time behind bars,

I would do anything I could to get out of it.

Discredit a witness, that'd be top of my list.

You're out of order.

I wouldn't for a minute suggest that Mr McGonigle...

Sergeant. Still Sergeant.

..your client...

broke into Sharon Cleere's flat, stole her gym card

and then used it to frame her for the break-in at his bedsit.

That would be absurd, wouldn't it?

You've got the paperwork.

You're an embarrassment to the Gardai.

Wait for me in the car, will you?

The only embarrassment is walking around like butter wouldn't melt.

She's a psycho.

What about the time in the Pier pub,

the night she jumped on me,

made it very clear exactly what she wanted?

Could've had her for assault. I should've.

What are you going to do about her?

She needs to be suspended.

The complaint of harassment against Garda Cleere, that's

a matter for GSOC, so I suggest that you take it up with them.

Now, if there's nothing more... Sergeant...

All I'm saying is that you need to give the man some space.

Keep walking.

-I will get you for this, you poisonous bast...

-Sharon!

Oh, Sharon! Sharon, I'm sorry...

I don't know what's going on in that head of yours! You seriously

-need to leave me alone.

-You sick, sick, lying psychopath!

-Take it easy!

-Look, I didn't do anything, she just came at me.

-Take it easy!

-Come on, lads, you can't have her working here.

-Obviously she can't cope.

-Yeah, you think you're so clever!

Right, get her inside. Go on, get her.

Come on, she needs Peer Support.

I'm not done with you yet.

If I hadn't got there so fast, you might have punched him in the face.

You cannot react like that every time you see him.

I didn't mean to lose my temper.

-I'm putting you on SO.

-What? No...

You need to stay in here until after the trial.

No, I have to get back to the hospital.

-The attack on Ger McIntyre. I'm going to get a name.

-Sharon.

This is what he wants, me hounded out.

It's deja vu,

everyone thinking I'm off my head.

I'm not going to let that happen.

Just let me do my job, please.

Sauvignon blanc. Cheers.

I should get home.

That must be a nice feeling,

having a family to come home to.

Never quite managed it myself.

Well, I'm sure you're not stuck for company.

Yeah, still...

Plenty of time.

Yeah, right.

Yeah, you've done well for yourself. Bit of a catch, actually.

You think?

Never found the right girl.

Or at least I did...

It didn't work out.

You're lonely.

You're never alone when you have money, Bridget.

You, on the other hand...

Me? How do you work that one out?

I've always known you better than you thought.

You're wrong. I'm happy.

Got my family, got Vinny.

Is he the one you want?

Is he the one you dreamt of?

OK, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Don't go.

I've ordered another bottle of wine.

We need music! That's what we need.

Come on, we threw some shapes when we were young, yeah?

Ange.

Bang on time.

Leave her alone.

You could've told me that outside the station.

I mean it.

She's the one with the problem, not me.

I don't want the slag anywhere near me.

Ugh...

What happened to you, Brian?

You were a great guard.

But now you're just pathetic.

I am ashamed to even know you.

I take it a drink is out of the question, then?

Stop tormenting Sharon.

Me? Tormenting her?

Can we talk about something else?

How's the family?

If I ever see you near the station again...

Oh, don't you worry, I'll be back.

Say hello to Conor for me.

Always a bit of a wild card, that fella.

PHONE RINGS

Hi.

It's me. Just checking.

Is Conor OK?

Snoring his brains out, the last time I saw him.

-But he's OK?

-He's fine, love.

Listen, you know we have to stock up tonight.

-Yeah, well, um, you'll be careful.

-I always am. Bye-bye.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

Bridge?

Oh, it's me.

Oh, hiya, love.

Hiya.

Hey. Were you a good boy?

He was as good as gold.

-I've got you.

-VIN CHUCKLES

Hiya.

Is she not home yet?

No. I texted her earlier on.

She said she's fine, learning the ropes.

Katie, please don't needle her when she comes in.

Me?

Overtime on her first day? Suppose there's a first for everything.

Do you remember the pirate stations? Radio Dublin?

I remember my granny telling me about them, all right.

GLASS SMASHES

ROMANTIC SONG PLAYS

This goes out to Bridget McGrath from her secret admirer.

This better be George Michael.

Careless Whisper.

After breaking that, you're going to be charged for it.

Who cares?

Mr Flash, remember?

What do you say? Want to give the lonely man a dance?

You're drunk.

Not that drunk.

There's something between you and me,

and you can't deny it.

So, what do you say? Hmm?

One last dance?

You wake up thinking about him.

You go to sleep, still he's always there.

I know what that's like.

MONITOR BEEPS STEADILY

It's my own fault.

What is?

I was digging my nails into the wall,

trying to cling onto it...

..so they wouldn't take me down that alley.

I knew, once they got me down there...

Who do you owe money to, Ger?

Who, Ger?

BEEPING ACCELERATES

Ger? Ger? Who?

ALARM BEEPS

Charge...

SLOW JAZZ SONG PLAYS

Clear!

Again, 360.

Clear!

I can't do this.

Again. 360.

-Ready.

-Clear!

Clear!

SUSTAINED BEEP