Episode 14 Red Rock

You went to my house?

Brian, she fell for it. It was so easy.

I have something on those aggravated robberies.

Mick Moran. He has form.

Nice work. Get him in.

This piece of scum has us over a barrel.

Yeah, well you can't let him.

He's back with her.

Sleeping together.

I believe you.

And good morning to you too.

I should get dressed.

You should.

Bed and breakfast, they call it.

And you're not getting your money's worth

if you don't get the full Irish down you.

I've spent my last night in that B&B.

I'm moving back into my house.

Well, maybe that's not...

No, no, it's my house, Paudge. I can't let him drive me out of it.

Right.

I thought you'd be pleased.

I am. Sure that's grand.

But maybe you should think about it.

Why?

No reason.

I dreamt about him again last night.

Brian bleedin' McGonigle.

I'm losing the plot here.

Dream? Sounds like a nightmare to me.

You wouldn't say that if you saw what I did to him.

This is our chance to get him, Ange.

It's been a long time coming. And Rachel might surprise us yet.

I think I've had enough of her surprises.

But once she's in court.

She'll tell the truth?

She's a kid. The lies'll start tripping her up.

She's not going to go through with it.

Plenty do.

You OK? Is this about tomorrow?

Why wouldn't I be?

It's just we're all relying on you.

No pressure.

I know what I've got to say.

It's not me you should be worried about.

I'm not saying we go anywhere fancy. Doesn't even have to be abroad.

What about the cafe?

That's why we had Niamh.

Don't say I said that.

Come on. Just me and you.

It'll be great. After the trial.

I promise I won't embarrass you.

Well, no more than usual.

Come on, you can practise some of this lingo you've been learning.

Well?

Be deadly.

On the house.

Oh, thanks.

Charming.

Hey, shouldn't you be at work?

All right.

All right.

Just have a think, you know?

Before...you know.

BELL RINGS

I need to speak to you.

I'm busy.

-Look, Rach...

-What can I get you, Conor?

Eh... I'll just, eh... have a cup of coffee, please.

Coming up.

Rach, there's tables out there that need a wipe, OK?

Now, please.

Just give us a minute, Dad.

Fine. A minute.

-So?

-You have to tell the guards about you and Brian.

You didn't have to take the girls out for breakfast this morning.

Ah, sure, I wanted to.

It's been ages.

Besides, thought you could use a bit of me time.

Oh, I've had plenty of me time lately, thanks.

It's an awful dive, isn't it?

It reminds me of our first flat, now that I think of it.

Good times.

Damp and freezing.

Managed to keep warm.

What did you tell the girls about last night?

I missed my last bus.

They said they were cool with it.

Grossed out, but cool.

You're going to need a new suit.

For court tomorrow.

Oh, damn.

I was going to bring one from home... The house.

The one I wore to your brother's wedding.

I kind of recycled it when you moved out.

Recycled?

With the garden shears.

Now you're lucky it was just your suits got the chop.

I guess I'm going shopping today, then.

Damn right we are.

I don't want you showing me up in court.

You're going to be there?

Come here.

You don't have a clue what he's doing.

-My dad can see.

-I don't care.

Get off me or I'll scream.

You have to stop and tell them you've been sleeping with him.

Stay out of my life. What I do is my business.

No, not any more, it isn't, cos he's threatening my mum.

Are you sure you're not on something?

Did you hear what I said?

What's it this time, Conor? Is it crack? Meth?

What's happened to you?

I'm not the one who's an addict.

You know, I could go in there and tell her everything.

Go on, then.

Don't think I won't.

And I'll just tell her that you're a junkie.

A crazy, messed-up junkie, whose mammy and daddy buys him drugs.

Your boyfriend taught you good. You get a kick out of it, do you?

Blackmailing people?

And don't act the innocent,

cos I know the two of you cooked this whole thing up together.

Oh. He didn't tell you?

He wants my mum to stand up in court, back up your fairy story

and call Sharon a liar.

And if she doesn't, he's going to squeal everything that we're doing.

What Mam, Dad...

You don't know him, Rach.

That man's a monster.

Conor, your coffee's getting cold.

Cheers.

You deserve each other.

How do I look? Honestly?

You should stay over tonight.

That good, huh?

I meant, we should arrive together at court tomorrow.

It'll look better.

I do love you.

You better.

Finally! I've been waiting all morning for you to notice it.

It was time.

You know, this doesn't make any sense.

I'm standing trial tomorrow.

I don't think I've been this happy in...

..I don't know how long...

Forget it, buddy.

We're too old for a single bed.

Yeah, it's worse than that bloody put-me-up

-your mother made me sleep in.

-Only you never did...

PHONE RINGS

Oh, ignore that. That'll be my solicitor.

You know Mark, always dotting the Is.

Go on. I'll see you at home tonight, OK?

Yeah. Yeah. I'll pick up some stuff.

What do you want?

Watch your backs, one skanger incoming!

Don't tell me.

Mick Moran.

Oh, well if it isn't Mr Heating Engineer himself.

Bleedin' cowboy more like.

We're going to have a chat about those aggravated robberies.

Enjoy.

Good work, man.

I still have my uses.

I'm qualified, you clown. I have a certificate.

That's called a criminal record, sunshine.

Engineer? You wouldn't know a boiler from your backside.

Bunch of comedians, all right.

Mind you, there's nothing quite as funny

as having a paedo in the garda station.

Right, interview room. Now.

McGonigle!

You'll all be covering up for him, will yous?

Sicker than a plane to Lourdes, yous are.

It's all right, I suppose.

Yeah, well, it's not a fashion show.

So what's the emergency?

Conor's been around.

Yeah, and?

He's been saying some stuff.

Can you fast forward?

Have you been blackmailing his mum?

Yeah. What of it?

We agreed, Rachel. We do what we have to.

-Yeah, I know, but...

-But what?

So Saint Angela has to say some stuff against Sharon in court.

It's no skin off her nose.

She's been supplying her own son with heroin.

This'll be a walk in the park for her. Believe me.

She's going to tell them that Sharon made me lie.

You're not going soft on me, are you?

No...

Sharon was at the cafe.

Well, she's a lady of leisure these days.

I thought Conor was going to tell her.

-He didn't...

-Good, we don't want those two having a chinwag, do we?

You're packing?

Yeah. Aren't you?

This trial's over, we're outta here, love.

To France?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Somewhere warm.

Down south.

I've been looking at places.

Good girl.

I do love you.

Don't you worry your head about Angela or Sharon.

They won't get in the way of us.

I promise you.

12.50. Commencing interview with Mick Moran.

Showing the suspect fragments of duct tape

found at the scene of several burglaries

on West Avenue, Long Lane and Seaview Crescent.

What's your point?

Every house on this list was burgled

after you were hired to install boilers, radiators...

That's one heck of a coincidence, wouldn't you say, Garda Kosos?

I hear he's in court this week, the kiddie-fiddler with the badge.

Sergeant McGonigle is not relevant to this interview.

Hang round the playground together, do yous? You and him mates?

Yeah, I can see that.

Mates?

You want to keep that gob of yours shut!

Touched a nerve there.

Need a hand?

Give them back.

I said, "Give them back."

Ah, come on, don't be like this.

Can't we at least be civilised?

If you don't leave me alone I'll call the guards.

What do you want?

Nothing.

See?

I'm not all bad.

Didn't have to be like this.

Me and you.

We could have been mates.

We were!

Yeah, until I found out you were a paedophile.

When you came out of Templemore,

God, you were a cute little thing.

All fresh-faced. Keen as mustard.

You had potential, Cleere.

Paudge and Holden, they're just...

They're adequates, barely make the grade,

clocking in and clocking out, but you...

you were born to be a guard.

Just like me.

Something...

God, there's something in there, isn't there?

You know what I'm talking about, don't you?

Cos we both have it.

-In spades.

-I'm nothing like you.

Yeah?

Hm...

You won't get away with it.

Listen, I've got to bounce.

Jules is expecting me.

You heard I'm moving back in, didn't you?

And she's coming to court with me.

I don't care.

-Sharon...

-They'll see through your lies.

-Sharon...

-They will. They will.

I have a senior colleague who is willing to speak up for me.

Tell the court what a fine upstanding officer I am.

Who?

-Yeah, no. I won't ruin the surprise.

-You're lying.

You're going to prison.

And you will rot there.

It's over, Sharon.

I won.

Where's Tonto disappeared to?

Garda Kosos is taking a comfort break. Thanks for asking.

He's back in town, I've heard.

Been seen by a few of my mates.

Who are we talking about now?

-McGonigle.

-Bit of a fixation there.

Have me reasons.

-Big fan?

-Wouldn't mind paying him a visit.

Install some heating equipment maybe?

Right where it hurts.

So where's he staying?

Doubt the missus wants anything to do with him now.

Right. If you want your solicitor here, we can wait.

The Garda family.

Ain't it grand?

He's a scum bucket. I could have told you that years ago.

Got my brother sent down.

I'm sure he was all innocent.

Lily white. The Red Rock One.

Stitched him up, he did. Ten years.

Hasn't been the same since.

Needs to pay for that.

And that young Garda one, your mate.

What's her name?

Garda Cleere.

Got her beaten up and all.

Fact.

Bragged about it -

how he got them to kick nine lumps out of her.

Got your interest now, have I?

Bit of a soft spot for her, have you?

Good dump, was it?

Your solicitor is here.

You all right if I take this airport run?

Look why don't you take out your guitar

and strum a few tunes or something?

-Or I can always cancel.

-She wouldn't even listen to me.

-I really thought...

-She's got her own mind, Conor.

No, it's him, it's him. She's just spewing out his crap.

He's changed her.

You tried. That's all you can do. She'll wise up to him soon enough.

-I should've said something to Sharon.

-No, you can't.

You can't say anything to anyone.

-But Rachel...

-We've gone too far with this.

-But Rachel...

-Forget about Rachel!

Think about your mother. What it'll do to her, us, you.

Promise you won't do anything stupid.

-Conor!

-Yeah, OK, I promise.

-I mean it!

I know, Da. I know.

I won't be long.

We'll go get your gear later.

Phone.

Oh, come on. I'm not going to call her.

Yeah, I know. Just to be on the safe side. Come on.

I don't want you getting tempted.

Thank you. See you later.

You didn't hear him.

I should have taped it, on the sly, like.

Inadmissible.

I always knew Brian was behind the beating. Even bragged about it.

You're going to take the word of a crim?

He'd sell his own mother to get off.

It nearly broke her.

Now he's back again.

Taunting her, spreading his poison, and we do nothing?

She must be bricking it, having to stand up in court.

Sharon?

No, Beyonce. Plank.

I'd love to get up there and tell them all what he's really like.

Nothing better to do than talk about Brian?

I'm sick of hearing his name.

Gassing like a couple of old gossips. Where's Moran?

With his solicitor.

Go and do your jobs.

PHONE RINGS

Leave me alone.

DANCE MUSIC PLAYS

DANCE MUSIC PLAYS

KNOCK AT DOOR

Love?

Fancy some lunch?

Rach?

Rach!

What are you doing with this?

And then the tightarse wouldn't even give me a bleedin' tip.

I hope he misses his bleedin' pla...

Conor!

It's no big deal.

Just give me a straight answer, Rach.

You said we were going to go away.

Yeah, after the trial.

I was just seeing if I could fit things in my bag.

Can I have a cheese toastie?

Dad, that's private.

Why would you take this with you on holiday?

I miss her...

You can't do that. Stop it, Dad.

Stop!

You're going away with him.

-No.

-Stop!

Please, Stop lying, will you?!

What, were you both going to do a runner before the trial tomorrow?

Is that the plan?

The big plan?!

Leave it. Leave it!

-You're coming with me!

-No.

Do as you're told.

-I'm not going anywhere.

-Don't make me drag you.

Dad! No, Dad, stop, you're hurting me!

-Dad, stop!

-Don't make me drag you.

-Get off, Dad. You're hurting me.

-Come on, open up!

Liam, what's going on?

-Tell him he can't do this.

-Get me Nikki. Now!

He came up to me at the car.

God knows how long he was waiting there.

Did he touch you?

-You can tell me. Sharon?

-No, he didn't.

He won't ever leave me alone, will he?

Won't have much choice when he's locked up, the scumbag.

-You wait till we bring him in.

-No, you can't say anything.

Why not?

He was stalking you, he threatened you, you have to report him.

That's exactly what he wants. And where's the proof?

It's my word against his.

-You have to tell Nikki.

-I said no!

You don't know what he's going to try next.

Paudge, you promise me you won't say a word.

Please.

I'll call Mammy, she'll get the spare room ready.

You're staying with me tonight.

-Don't even think about arguing.

-Thanks.

-I thought I saw you.

-Sarge.

-You all right?

-Fine...

-We were...

-Just going over

what she's going to say in court tomorrow.

We don't want Brian getting off the hook, do we?

No...

Skip, Tommy's here.

Now?

He won't win.

I promise you.

Who's going to stop him?

He's gone for a fix.

He had a few hours left...

He promised he'd be OK, otherwise, I wouldn't've left him.

I know.

-Oh, God...

-I've been driving round.

All the usual haunts. No-one's seen hide nor hair of him.

Why would he do this?

He got knocked back by Rachel.

He's been trying to get her to own up,

to tell you lot what's been going on between her and Brian.

-We have to find him, Tommy. Before he...

-Don't!

Don't even go there.

Skip.

I'm in the middle of a conversation here.

Nikki wants you.

I'll be there in a minute.

It's the Reids. Something about Brian.

You go. I'll find him, I promise.

A Mr Brian McGonigle. Any flights between now and tomorrow.

Quick as you can, please. Thanks.

Are they still in there?

Yeah.

That was bad.

Never seen Liam like that before.

Hey. Story with Sharon?

No story, Westlife. And keep your beak out of it.

Well, she didn't seem too happy, by all accounts.

She's suspended and she's in court tomorrow.

You really are a prize thick, sometimes.

Time of the month, eh, Paudge?

One of these days, I'll knock your block off.

So that's a yes, then.

You know you could actually give us a hand here.

We should let Moran go.

We've got all we can.

No wonder he's got a grudge against Brian.

He's arrested half his family.

Brian's always been very thorough. No stone...

-Yeah...

-I'll send Moran home.

-Hold your horses.

Let him sweat for a bit.

I've got nothing to say.

She had her passport, bags packed. She was leaving with him.

-No, I was not.

-Stop! Please!

I saw pictures on her laptop. Some fancy French hotel.

-Can't look at pictures now?

-She was packing clothes, you know?

Underwear.

Clothes you don't bring on a trip away with your dad.

He's obsessed. I think he needs help.

-Really?

-It's been going on a while now.

Do you even know what you're saying any more?

He's the one who's lost it, not me! I've done nothing wrong.

You'd think I was on drugs, the way he was acting.

You can tell us anything, Rachel.

You won't get in trouble.

This is enough to arrest him, right?

This is the proof you've been banging on about.

What proof?

The picture of her mum. She was bringing that with her.

What does that tell you?

If Brian was planning on absconding, you really need to tell us.

We're checking the airport, ferry ports. He won't get away.

Were you planning on leaving, Rachel?

Yeah.

But not with Mr McGonigle.

I was running away.

Away from you.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Yeah?

Boss...

..you should see this.

Don't mind me, be my guest.

What?

Maybe we should step outside for a moment, Liam.

Why?

Sergeant Tyrell's going to wait with you.

Anything you need, just ask her.

You stupid...stupid girl.

You told him.

About Conor.

I thought you were supposed to be mates.

You know what this is doing to him?

Course you do.

You just don't care.

Sit.

We've just checked, and there's no record of Brian on any flight.

-So check again!

-Liam.

Get him down here. Yeah, put him in the hot seat.

This is Brian we're talking about.

Is there any chance that she might be telling the truth?

Oh, come on!

How have you two been getting on?

Seriously?

You're going to make it about me and her?

I have to investigate all avenues.

It's him.

You know it's him.

Or maybe it's the stress of the trial tomorrow.

Maybe it just got on top of her.

She's 16 years of age.

And now he's getting ready to abduct her.

And you're standing there,

asking me questions.

What does he have to do to get noticed around here?

Kill her?

I know about you and Brian.

It's not switched on.

You can tell me all the gory details if you like.

You wish.

I can see what he gets out of this.

That's obvious.

You're nothing more than

a desperate, middle-aged man's fantasy.

That must make you proud.

And your mum?

I'm sure she must be proud of you.

You shut your mouth!

You remind me of him.

All sweetness and light on the outside.

But in here...

it's rotten.

-Have you finished?

-Where's Conor?

How am I supposed to know?

-Have you lost him?

-If you know where he is...

Your son's a junkie.

Maybe you should check the pipes.

The canal.

Can I go now?

I've just got to finish up here.

Yeah, no, no, no.

You're not making dinner. I am.

And I've got a surprise for you.

Well, then it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?

OK.

Yep, yep.

Love you too.

They know you're lying.

This has got to end now, Rach.

You think so much of Mum, do you?

What do you think she would be saying if she knew

you were letting him do this to you?

-I'm going to Gemma's.

-No, no, you're not.

Think I'm staying here?

The truth, Rach.

Come on! Tell me the truth, will you?!

Tell me what you didn't have the guts to tell the guards.

Do you want to know what he said about you?

Your boyfriend?

Do you know what he said when I went to see him?

Said you mean nothing to him.

Nothing.

Said he's using you.

He was laughing at you, sweetheart.

He thinks you're a joke.

-No, he doesn't.

-Oh, for God's sake.

Open your eyes, will you?!

We made love, Dad. We had sex.

Satisfied?

It's what you wanted to hear, isn't it?

And when he gets off, I'm going to be with him.

We're going to be together.

No. He did that to you.

I wanted it.

-He raped you!

-He loves me!

KNOCK AT DOOR

Rach?

Rach...

I'm so, so sorry.

Don't.

I just...

I don't know what I was thinking.

I didn't mean to hurt you. You know that.

I love you, darling.

I hate you.

I hate you, Dad.

I can't let you go, Rach.

I can't let you go, Rach. You have to go to that trial tomorrow.

You have to send him down for what he's done.

I love him.

I love him, he makes me happy.

Don't say that...

-Please.

-I want him.

I'm going to have his babies.

We're going to live in France.

You can't.

I can. I will.

And I don't care if I never see you again.

Fine.

Do what you want.

DOOR LOCKS

Dad.

Let me out!

-BANGING ON DOOR CONTINUES

-You can't do this!

Let me out! Let me out!

BANGING CONTINUES

Hi, sweetheart, I need you to come home, OK?

Nothing. Just, uh...

shut up the cafe and come home, OK?

Open this door!

Can one of you do as your told?! Come home! Now!

BANGING CONTINUES

Let me out!

Still here?

Yeah, I'll finish up here, Adrijan, if you want to head on.

-Yeah, OK... See you down the Pier, yeah?

-Yeah.

What's this?

Don't ask me.

It's none of my business what you keep in your trouser pocket.

McGonigle's address?

Sign here.

I just wanted a nice, easy day before the trial.

Did Rachel give you any clue what they're planning?

No.

No, nothing.

In under 24 hours, we'll be in court.

Hey. Your chariot awaits.

Yeah, something like that.

Make sure this one has an early night.

-We've a big day in court tomorrow.

-Oh, I will.

That thing you were looking for...did you find it?

You could do with a trim.

Is that right?

Will you two get a room,

like, really, really far away, please?

Never mind your cheek.

Hey, listen, I know it's not been easy, me not being around,

and all the rubbish people are saying about me,

but I promise you, I'm never going away again.

-You mean it?

-Mm-hmm.

Stuck with you, are we?

Yeah. This is what I've missed.

The respect of my loving daughters.

Now, come on.

Come here, come here, come here.

Hey... What do you think about the idea of us

doing that Disneyland trip I was telling you about?

-Yes!

-Definitely the American one?

-Yeah, yeah.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

DOORBELL RINGS

Mel, would you get that for me, love?

Yeah, like a proper family holiday.

PHONE VIBRATES Daddy, your phone's ringing.

Oh. It's probably just my solicitor again.

He's more nervous than I am.

He can wait.

-Dad!

-How can you even stand to be near him?!

-You can't come in here!

-Conor?

-What the hell you doing?

-He's drunk.

-I'm trying to stop him...

-Oh, this-this is cosy.

-Get out.

-Lulu, go upstairs.

-Mum...

-Now.

Oh, go on, Lulu. Cos you don't want to hear

-what your daddy's been up to.

-Oh, here, that's enough.

-Get out of my house, while you can still walk.

-Tell them, Brian.

-Tell them how you've been sleeping with Rachel Reid.

-You little...

-Dad, don't!

-Threaten me all you like, I don't care, I'm going to tell everyone what you've done.

-is it cash you're after? Another fix?

-She told me exactly what you did to her.

-Shut up!

-Five seconds.

-I'm not scared of you.

-Move!

-Rachel said she lied.

-He made her say that.

-Get him out!

-Get out! Get out!

I'm just trying to help you! Your daddy's a paedo.

-You're lucky I don't kill you.

-Try it.

You come near my family again...

Tell your mother she's finished.

You all are.

He won't be back in a hurry.

Should we ring the guards or something?

I don't know. Maybe we should.

Why would he come here and say that?

I'll give you three guesses.

They all include a needle.

Don't you worry, love. It's OK.

Who's calling you?

Who's been calling you?

Huh?

Mark, my solicitor.

He just wants to make sure everything's sorted for tomorrow.

He's a stickler, you know that. That's what I pay him for.

On your other phone.

Let me see it.

Mam?

Let me see it.

Mam.

Let me see it. Is that a problem?

It's that girl, isn't it?

That's why you have two phones.

You're getting me in the mood for court, Jules?

You're cross-examining me.

Yeah, Mam, just leave it alone.

Let me see your phone.

You're going to let some stupid junkie come in here and rattle you?

Is that all it takes? Come on, Jules.

Let me see it.

I don't believe this.

Just show her, Dad.

Dad?

He can't, love.

Come on, that's just... That's lies that he's talking... It's just...

It's fiction. That's just gobbledygook. Mel, come on, just...

Jules, Jules, you're not going to let him ruin what we have.

She was here.

You sent her.

I didn't. I swear to God I didn't.

Jules, come on, what kind of man do you think I am?

A paedophile.

No, shut up! No, he's not!

Don't ever use that word to me again, you hear me?

Never.

A rapist.

Get out.

GET OUT!

Jules, be reasonable...

Jules!

Jules!

Jules, open the door! Please!

Jules! Jules, please!

Just let me explain!

She's lying!

JULES!

Dad?

-Let me out! Let me out!

-Dad?

-You can't do this!

-Dad?

Niamh, he's locked me in.

-You did what?!

-You weren't here, Niamh, you don't understand.

-He's gone mad.

-Open the door.

What? So she can run away with him?

He hit me.

Niamh, he hit me.

Give me the key. The key, Dad.

I open that door, Niamh, I'll never see her again.

What are you going to do? Are you going to hit me as well?

Let her out. Let her out!

I will. I will!

OK? I will.

I will.

Tomorrow.

BANGING ON DOOR

Niamh? Open the door!

Come on!

Jules, open the door! Jules!

JULES!

Lulu. Lulu, sweetheart... It's OK. It's OK.

Daddy just needs to talk to Mammy, OK?

Sweetheart, don't worry. It's going to be all right.

Jules.

So I've got another phone. So what? What's the big deal?

Just-just take it. Whatever you want, Jules.

Whatever you want.

Just... Jules!

Take it.

They are going to lock you up.

-No.

-When I tell the guards you've been seeing her...

No, no, no. Jules! You didn't say it.

Don't you ever come near me or my daughters again.

-Jules!

-Good luck in court tomorrow.