Episode 18 Red Rock

Were you there the whole time?

Yeah. Course I was. Would I ever lie to you?

-First time for everything.

-Get out!

We found Brian McGonigle's car.

Forensics are examining it as we speak.

So if this isn't Brian, we could be looking at his killer.

Have you been here all night?

Thanks. Fat lot of good it's done me.

My own mother could be driving that car and I wouldn't be able to tell.

With those shoulders?

You've haven't met my mother.

It could be a woman.

Do you have any in mind?

The rows we had over that bloody car.

I wanted something practical. Something with a bigger boot.

Something you could put the shopping in.

And he wanted something more flashy.

You know what Brian's like.

Was like.

I am sorry, Jules.

Is there anything else you want to ask me?

Yeah, actually.

There is.

How I'm supposed to feel about all this?

My husband's dead.

But how do I grieve for a man who did what he did?

You two always got along, didn't you?

Yeah. We did.

There's no guard I would've trusted more.

Who did it?

-Oh, Mel, I told you to wait in your room.

-Who did it?

-Melanie. Leave...

-Who did it to him?

We don't know.

Bet you don't even care, do you?

-Mel, that's not true.

-She

-doesn't.

Oh, Melanie. Please, cut it out.

Trust me, we want to find out what happened to your dad.

Is there anything else you can tell us about that night?

Something you might have overlooked?

I've already told you everything.

Brian left and...

He left, and I never saw him again.

Stuffed in the boot, though. Brian?

Some way to go, all right.

You're not feeling sorry for him, are you?

-Come on, have a heart. The man's got kids.

-You all right, there?

Yeah.

Why wouldn't I be?

Right, come on. Get a move on, lads. One of us might find the killer.

What good is this CCTV system if the lens is covered in dust?

It's worse than your wallet, Paudgey.

You all right there?

I think there's something up with my stick.

Not the first time you've heard that.

You're such a toolhead.

What is it, anyway?

Dublin bus footage.

Wasn't Sharon looking at that?

-I don't know. Did she?

-Check the log, captain.

-Is Nikki free?

-She's in with the super.

Do you want me to take a look at it?

No.

No, you're grand. I just opened the wrong file, that's all.

Adey?

-Word of advice. Let it lie.

-What?

Nikki's busy with Brian's murder.

Don't give her an excuse to start giving out to you again.

-Yeah, well, I have to talk to her.

-What's so urgent?

My medical leave has been approved.

-Your what?

-You heard, yeah.

-When did you apply for that?

-A couple of weeks ago.

Why didn't you tell me?

I wasn't sure if I was going to take it.

Are you?

I can't do this any more, Sean. I've tried.

-Look, I know it's tough...

-No. You don't.

I hate this place. The desk.

I hate waking up every morning, dreading coming in.

Just give it time. It's not going to last forever.

I'm pushing paper around. It's not what I signed up for.

Adey...

"Brian McGonigle was a decorated officer of An Garda Siochana

"for 20 years.

"A keen member of the Garda Men's GAA and charity fundraiser..."

Can you believe this?

"..who lost his life in tragic circumstances. Beloved father..."

No mention of him being a paedophile.

-Funny, that.

-Give it a rest, will you, Niamh?

"Family flowers only."

It's tomorrow. His funeral.

Don't even think about it.

-Dad, please.

-Rach.

You can't go.

This is my decision. It's not yours.

-You're not going to do this. You'll regret it.

-Get off me, Sean.

Come on, Kosos. This is your job. You love being a guard.

Yeah, but that's not what I am. Not any more.

-Nikki'll never go for it.

-She doesn't have a choice.

Come on, think about this.

Don't do it. Please.

-KNOCK ON DOOR

-I'm sorry, Sean.

How're you doing?

This is sending me blind.

That's not what's sending you blind, Paudge.

You went through the bus footage, didn't you?

Yeah, why?

-I don't believe it.

-Huh?

Did you find something?

What?

What is it?

At least someone cares about Dad.

Mel, I don't have the energy for this.

Do you want something to eat?

-This is all your fault.

-OK, fine. Whatever.

If you hadn't chucked him out.

He was sleeping with Rachel Reid.

She is underage!

You expect me to let that go?

You didn't even give him a chance to tell his own side. Did you?

His side? Which side was that? Look, he lied to us, Mel.

Look, I know you're hurting.

So am I.

You can't believe that your dad was capable of doing that...

..but you know the truth.

Yeah.

-Love...

-He'd be alive if it wasn't for you.

-Oh, no...

-Liar.

-Mel, don't. Look, this is hard enough.

-I saw you.

-What?

-You told the guards that you stayed in.

-So...?

-You liar.

I know you went out.

And when you came back I was watching you out there.

You thought I was asleep?

Like I could sleep with everything that had just happened?

Dad, outside, begging you.

I saw what you did.

Her registration number's been checked.

It's definitely her coming out of the off-licence,

which isn't a million miles away from the route Brian's car took.

Yeah. She's not driving Brian's car.

Not yet.

Yeah, but going to an off-licence doesn't make her a suspect.

Except she always denied being out.

Swore blind she was at home the night Brian was killed.

OK.

OK, get down there. I want a complete search.

-But be discreet.

-Sure.

Good job.

You don't have to give up

just cos you can't go out on the street.

-There are other options.

-I've already told you.

You are a great guard. You have such potential.

You give me the word, and I'll get you a job in the forensics lab.

I don't want to lose you, Adrijan.

At least give it some time. Take a holiday.

A few weeks, a few months.

-Don't do anything hasty.

-I've made up my mind.

Does Sean know?

Yeah.

How did he take it?

-Not well?

-You know Sean.

-You two. You were like...

-I know.

Are you sure that this is what you really want to do?

Because once you go ahead, there's no coming back.

Nikki?

We've got the warrant for the McGonigle house.

-Why is he going upstairs?

-We'll be as quick as we can.

-Well, we've nothing to hide.

-I'm sorry for your loss.

-Do you mind if we look through this?

-It's Dad's stuff. Go ahead.

She was going to chuck it out.

He liked you.

-Nice garden.

-Do you take sugar?

-Do you mind if I have a look outside?

-No.

You keep your mouth shut.

-You done in there, Holden?

-Yeah. Nothing.

I heard about Kosos flying the nest.

Kept pretty schtum about that, didn't he? So much for mates.

Hasn't exactly been barbecue weather, has it?

Get me a forensic bag.

Before we go on, Jules, would you like a solicitor?

It's not necessary.

We need to talk about the night Brian disappeared.

-Angela, I've already told you everything.

-No, I know.

But there's a few things we need clarification on.

Take all the time you need.

Just slowly, tell me what happened that night.

We...rowed.

I was very angry.

I kicked him out.

I needed something. A drink.

Calm myself.

The thought of him, and her...

I couldn't get it out of my mind.

-I understand.

-I just wanted it...

And I couldn't drink enough.

I finished everything we had in the house.

But it was still there.

Brian and...

..and her.

So...

..I got in the car

and I went and bought some more.

And I know I shouldn't have, but I really needed it.

-Did you go straight there?

-Yep.

And afterwards?

I got back in the car and headed home.

-You didn't make any stops?

-No.

-Straight home.

-Yep.

-You didn't go to his bedsit?

-His bedsit?

Angela, have you been listening to anything I've said?

Why wouldn't you tell me any of this?

Because I was drunk, and driving.

It doesn't look good, does it?

Well, neither does lying.

-So Jules is a suspect now?

-Yep. I thought you'd want to know.

Rory thinks he's cracked the case.

Going round like he's Inspector Gadget.

Thanks for letting me know.

It was weird being in his house.

Going through all his stuff.

I hope you were wearing gloves.

He wasn't a...

He used to be one of the guys.

Could have a laugh with him.

When I started he was the one who showed me the ropes.

And to do what he did...

Yeah.

So, does this mean that Nikki's going to lay off my dad?

Sean?

How about a drink tonight?

Hey? Something?

Raise a glass to Brian, maybe?

Jules,

if you have anything else you want to tell us...

..now would be a very good time.

Are you serious?

You think it was me?

Do you recognise this?

We found it in your back garden.

Why did you burn your clothes?

Why the hell do you think?!

Have you any idea?

Everything he touched felt contaminated.

Dirty. Everything.

I scrubbed myself raw that night.

I burned everything I was wearing.

I'd let him touch me and I couldn't stand it.

I just wanted it all gone.

You do realise what it looks like, though.

That you were burning evidence.

I wanted him out of my house.

Not dead.

Hey.

You think it's possible? His own missus did him in?

Would you blame her?

Here, well. At least the heat's off Moran now.

Brian could push anyone into doing something they knew wasn't right.

I'm going inside. It's freezing.

There's a time jump in the bus footage.

-Yeah?

-You were the last one to view it. It's in the log.

Oh.

Was I?

I thought you might've noticed.

Well, I've been through hundreds of hours of footage.

-You expect me to remember every second of it?

-It's just...

-What?

-Usually you're so thorough.

Yeah, well, I've got a lot on lately.

Was it there when you viewed it?

Sharon, you can tell me.

Yeah, must have been. I must've missed it. Thanks.

Right.

She was messed up. She found out the truth about Brian.

From your son.

I can understand why she'd want to burn every last trace of him.

A woman scorned?

No. Just a natural human reaction.

-OK. Well, let's just keep an open mind in this, will we?

-Yeah.

Of course.

The funeral's tomorrow, by the way.

Oh, yeah. About the funeral....

He can't make us go.

Protocol. The super wants a united front.

He wants a whitewash. We're all supposed to forget what Brian did?

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

But Brian wasn't convicted.

Only because he never made it to court.

You'll get the morning off. Sat on your backside.

How could you resist?

-I'd rather work.

-You heard it here first.

He was a guard.

It's what we do.

I know it's your last day tomorrow, but if you wouldn't mind coming?

Sure.

Sarge...

I can't go. I won't. I'll call sick if I have to.

I'll pretend I didn't hear that.

Please?

OK.

-OK. I'll sort something out.

-Thank you.

-Hey. Come for a drink.

-Last day, yeah?

-Sprung that one.

-What difference does it make?

Sorry, I'd love to, but I've got plans.

-Come on, Sean.

-Come on what?

I have to go. I'm sorry, OK, but it's not about you.

-It's about what

-I

-want.

Don't mind me, ladies.

You're my best friend.

Yeah. Sure.

I can't believe Adrijan's actually going through with it.

There's only so much of Westlife a fella can take.

Do you think it's a good idea not going to his funeral?

I'd rather poke my eyes out with a rusty nail.

Well, it might help.

Yeah? Help me with what?

You were the one dragged me to see Beady on a slab.

But you didn't, did you? Anyway, this is different.

Sharon, what's going on?

What? What are talking about?

Come on.

No, you. Spit it out.

You just seem a bit off.

Like something's going on.

-The clip, did you wipe it?

-The clip?

You were the one who logged it in.

Sharon...

-If you did delete it...

-I didn't.

-Why would I?

-That's what I'm trying to find out.

I don't believe this.

Sharon...

Tell me straight now, I mean it.

Did you...

Did you have anything to do with what happened to Brian?

You think I killed him?

BELL CHIMES

-BRIAN'S VOICE:

-'She was here. Yeah, whingeing on.

'They were begging me, begging me, to come back.

'I... Well, I told her, you know?

'I just can't wait to be rid of that woman.

'So, um...

'Call me, will you?

'I just miss you when you're not here, you know?

'Maybe just come over when you get a chance.'

You can't go to that man's funeral.

I don't have much of a choice, Niamh. It's boss's orders.

-And when Nikki says jump...

-It's got nothing to do with Nikki.

He's a guard, OK? It's just what we do.

Sean.

Hey, how's Rachel?

At home watching DVDs. Keeping her mind off.

Not as cut up about Brian as you are.

What do you expect him to do, Niamh?

Show a bit of loyalty.

I'm sorry, Liam. I have to go.

-If it was up to me....

-It's OK. I get it.

It's the last place I want to be.

I suppose Adrijan is going?

-Yeah. Few hours he'll be out of here anyway, so.

-What?

He's quitting.

-The guards?

-The guards. Dublin. Ireland.

Today? Since when?

Don't ask me. I'm the last to know.

You must be gutted.

Yeah.

Typical of you lot. I'm surprised he's not getting a state funeral.

I mean, the brass get to sweep all his crap under the carpet now,

-don't they?

-Yeah, and that's good for us. Remember?

-Anything further on Conor?

-He shouldn't have lied.

-Done now.

The sooner we've all put this behind us...

I'm surprised they're not asking you to get up there eulogising him.

What I wouldn't give to get up and say a few words.

The sooner he's buried, the better.

Out of our lives.

You should come to the funeral.

I couldn't stand the man.

Mammy says you'll be needing closure.

He's dead. That's all the closure I need.

Sharon, don't be like this.

What the hell do you want from me, Paudge?

Couple of coins for the collection plate? I'm sorry, I'm all out.

You know I didn't mean it.

You accused me of being a murderer.

I did not.

Yeah. Only cos you haven't the guts.

I believe you. I know you didn't muck about with that footage.

-Ready, Paudge?

-Yeah.

Any news on Jules?

No sign of the car after she left the off-licence.

Maybe she did go straight home.

-Started her little barbecue.

-You think she did it?

Do I sniff a little sexism there, Garda Brennan?

A woman's just as capable of murder as a man.

Yeah, I know that. I mean...

Ready, Paudge?

You two in the car together, yeah?

Sean?

-I don't need your permission.

-OK. Never said you did.

Maybe I should have said something.

-Maybe? Yeah.

-I am sorry.

No skin off mine, was getting bored of you anyway.

Don't be like that, come on.

If you don't mind, I've got a funeral to get to.

It is my last day, Sean.

ENGINE REVS

Will you let me in?

Nice one, Sean. Nice one.

-Very clever.

-Will you keep your voice down?

-Will you move?

-There's plenty of seats.

-Yeah, I want to sit here.

HE TUTS

Father.

PRIEST COUGHS

Come on, man. This is stupid.

Are you still here?

See, that's exactly what I expect of you. To act like a kid.

Sorry, Father. They're very emotional.

If looks could kill, huh? Father Ted there's giving me the daggers.

-Would you just go? I don't know what you're doing here.

-My pleasure.

Hey, show some respect.

-For McGonigle?

-Grow up.

I thought you were ducking out.

You know what they say.

Best way to catch a murderer is at the victim's funeral.

Here. You can have a look at that if you like.

We tracked Jules' car from the off-licence. She went back home.

So?

She ran a red light.

That appears to be the extent of her criminal activity.

Right. OK. We need to find the murder site. Sooner the better.

Nobody wants the stench of a stale case hanging round this place.

This station can not afford to mess up again.

Yeah, I know. I'm on it.

Nikki speaks very highly of you.

-Good to know.

-Mm.

One of the shining lights, she says.

Top of your class, I'd say.

Hm.

I'd say now would be a good time to shine, wouldn't you, detective?

Love never dies.

If there are prophecies...

..they will be brought to nothing.

If tongues...

..they will cease.

If knowledge...

If...

I know what you're thinking.

I know what everybody's thinking.

But I don't care.

Because I loved him.

And he didn't deserve any of this.

He was funny...

..and kind, and he looked after us.

And now he's gone.

Do you remember he used to let us wear this, Lulu?

He loved being a guard. Never stopped going on about it.

All of his mates down at the job.

Couldn't beat the craic down at the station.

He used to say that if he cut himself, his blood would run blue.

Mum used to take the mick.

You know she didn't mean it.

I'm so proud of you, Dad.

I can't believe that I'll never get to see you again.

I love you, Dad.

I love you...

..whatever.

I still love you.

DOOR OPENS, FOOTSTEPS

DOOR SLAMS SHUT

Jesus.

Get out! Get out now, Rachel! Leave, now!

What are you doing here? This is your fault!

-God, you can't leave us alone?

-Get out!

-Today of all days?

-No. You shouldn't be here.

-I just want to say goodbye.

-Not here, not now. It's not fair.

-Rachel, you can't stay here.

-Get out.

-Please.

-Come on.

-Get out! This is your fault!

-I loved him as well!

-No, you didn't, get out!

Sh, just let her go.

If you were going to kill him, where would you do it?

We know he was at home at five o'clock

and he was driven along this road at 10:45.

If the killer texted him

they'd want to meet him somewhere quiet. Secluded, you know?

Out of the way. Somewhere they wouldn't be disturbed.

-Have all the parks been checked?

-Yeah.

It's here.

He was killed somewhere here.

And they checked absolutely everywhere?

Yeah. Well, except the...

Where?

The Pipes. Nikki wants us to check it out.

It's next on the list.

That scabby hole where the kids hang out?

Kids...

..like Rachel.

-So where the hell is she now?!

-She ran off.

No. No, I'm glad you called. Thanks. Sean? Love you.

I knew it.

Nikki was with her but she ran off. They've no clue where she is.

I think I know.

BELL CHIMES

-No. He would have wanted the guards to take him out.

-No, love.

No, get your hands off him. You don't even know him!

Nobody wants to take him out. It doesn't matter, Mel.

Yes, it does.

Please?

Please will you take him out?

Look, you can't force people if they don't want to.

Please?

-BRIAN'S VOICE:

-It's like banging your head against a brick wall.

This brick wall.

I promise you,

I'm never going away again.

We'll be together forever.

You trusted me with your back enough times.

I'm the best guard that station ever had.

I'm going to make you so happy.

I swear.

It's over, Sharon.

I won.

Hi, there.

Sharon?

Rachel Reid showed up.

-God, how did that go down?

-It didn't.

He's really gone.

Let him go, Sharon.

How'd you know I'd be here?

I'm your dad.

Let's go home.

I miss him.

I know I shouldn't.

He loved me, Dad. He must have.

And it's my fault he's dead.

-Sh, Rach...

-It is, Dad.

-Rach, Rach...

-If I'd just said no,

if I'd stayed away, none of this would have happened.

It's OK.

It's going to be OK.

Do you hear me?

It's going to be OK.

BANG

Something in your eye, Westlife?

I thought you'd gone.

Yeah, just brought this back.

I acted like an idiot.

Same.

-You want us to leave you two alone?

-Ah, guys...

You didn't think that we'd let you go without a proper send off?

Here.

-So's you don't forget us.

-No matter how hard you try.

Ah, this place. There's nowhere like it.

Here, you have to sign it, Westlife.

And hurry up, he has a plane to catch.

-Do you want me to come with you?

-To Croatia? Told you. True love.

To the airport. Can I give you a lift?

No. I'm OK. Just give me a few weeks and...

..come to visit, yeah?

What'd you write?

Love you, man.

WHOOPING

Good luck.

Thanks.

-I had a hunch and I got lucky.

-Luck has got nothing to do with it.

PHONE VIBRATES

Blood. They're testing it now.

Should have the results in a couple of minutes.

If it's McGonigle's...

If it is...

I just found our murder site.