Episode 19 Red Rock

Where would you kill him?

Are you knocking me back, Bridget?

-No hard feelings?

-Course not.

That's one whole hour on the night of a murder

that you can't account for.

The Pipes. Nikki wants us to check it out.

I had a hunch and I got lucky.

Blood. They're testing it now.

-If it's McGonigle's...

-If it is, I just found our murder site.

He should have at least given you the heads up.

Probably wanted to make sure.

He managed to contact the Super.

Feather in the cap.

Just in. Results of the blood.

It's definitely Brian's.

If this is the murder site, what was he doing there?

Teen hang out. Rachel Reid?

-She was locked in her room...

-Allegedly.

Get her back in.

Now, Detective Garda.

And Rory.

Next time you get a break, make sure I'm the first one you call.

You were at a funeral, Boss.

What about Conor?

What about him?

Teen hang out.

He's a bit on the hairy side for this.

He and Rachel were...friends.

And he had an altercation with Brian.

Letting down a tyre's one thing, but this?

-Really?

-We have to rule him out.

HE SIGHS

-Will you look at the big mopey head on ya?

-Don't start.

-Ah, feelin' a bit tender?

-I'm warning you, Paudge.

-I'm surprised you're not wearing a black armband.

-Leave him alone...

-Paudge.

-Right. Fine.

I need someone to go around the local schools.

-Find out which kids hang around the Pipes.

-Right, give it to Westlife.

-He needs to keep his brain occupied.

-Yeah, well, at least I have one.

Be careful how you phrase things.

-I don't want Mel McGonigle hearing about it second-hand.

-Yes, Skip.

Paudge, you can take the Ridge.

Junkie town?

Good luck with that.

-SLURRED:

-Y'all right, bud?

Sorry, Skip.

And take Emily with you.

We also need a door-to-door around the area.

I'll get someone on it.

Sharon. Front desk.

OK, let's get moving everyone.

Yeah, I'll tell him you called.

Don't give yourself a hernia there now.

Flat out, yeah?

Now.

We just need a few details about where you and Brian used to meet.

I told you, we used to meet at his flat.

Anywhere else?

Park.

-Sometimes his car.

-That it?

You're sure?

Yeah.

What about the Pipes?

No.

You're positive?

I think I'd remember.

But you hung around there, Rachel?

They all do. Is this going somewhere?

The day that you tried to run away with Brian,

where'd you plan to meet?

We didn't. It wasn't supposed to be that day.

We've got Brian's car on CCTV near the Pipes.

Any idea why he'd go there?

No.

I do.

He had just lost his wife's backing from his court case.

He packed a bag.

And we think he was planning to run away.

-With you.

-She couldn't. She was in her room.

And you were awake all night? On vigil?

No.

So, she could have sneaked out?

No. She couldn't have sneaked out.

I'd locked her in.

What are you doin' home?

WATER SPLASHES

He's back.

Who?

The Pope! Who do you think?

Thought he wasn't due back for another week.

Got tired of the sun.

Hope he got skin cancer.

So, are you done or what?

Sent me home. Wants to take care of some "private" business.

Yeah. Probably polishin' up his baseball bat.

Wants to meet me later. Discuss me options.

-Yeah? Well, you're not going.

-I have to, Vin.

-Well, then, I'm going with you.

-No. I'll handle it.

How?

I just will, OK?

Right. So, after your dad had locked you in your room, what did you do?

Nothing.

You were stopped from running away with the man you loved

-and you did nothing?

-There was nothing she COULD do.

Did it ever occur to you to pick up the phone to call him?

-Tell him what happened? Beg him to wait.

-I was locked in my room!

Can you leave her alone?!

It must have been very frustrating...

being locked in your room... without your phone.

You know what, let's take a break, cos you look very tired, Rachel.

Rory.

Oh, no. You guys can wait here.

We'll be back in a minute.

Scumbuckets, the lot of them.

-Keep them here.

-What are you...?

-Just do as you're told. ..Paudge?

-With me.

-I'm just...

-Now.

BUZZER SOUNDS

Right. I'll shimmy up.

You're jokin'! You'll need a pole vaulter to get up there.

-Oh, just give me a bunce up, will you?

-Is this actually legal?

-Just do it.

-You haven't stepped on...

-Paudge!

One, two, three!

What are you doing home?

Got off early.

-You all right there?

-Yeah, grand, just a bit of marker pen.

Washing up liquid.

Look. Must have come off in the wash.

Where are your wedding rings?

Ma?

-What now?

-Yous getting a divorce or something?

-No.

Unless there's something you're not telling me.

Wouldn't be the first time.

Rings need a cleaning.

Thought I'd bring them down to Jimmy the jeweller.

< The hunchback?

You're not pawning them rings.

Pawn?

Pay back her loan.

Wha'?

She doesn't know, ya thickie.

Oh. Well, now she does.

-What loan?

-Joey the lip.

The bloke you're working for?

Yeah. It was for you and little Lukie.

-You needed something for the christening.

-For the dress?

-And all the fancy gear?

-Didn't want to let you down.

So, you borrowed off a loan shark?

Thought you were the brains of the outfit?

-She was just doing her best for you, love.

-Yeah, like you were?

It's the pair of yous in it.

Rory, will you just make sure that you keep them there?

I don't care, will you sit on them if you have to!

OK, bye.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Niamh, thank God you're here.

I was just wondering is this Rachel's bedroom?

Yeah. Why?

-If my dad locked me up in there, I'd go mental.

-She did.

-Enough to climb out a window, do you think?

-No, I don't.

Oh, no, she was asleep. In bed.

That's right. I opened the door.

You actually saw her?

Yeah.

And you'd be willing to swear to that if necessary.

Had to bate that onto you.

Only thing I ever saved for.

I know.

I will get them back, you know?

No, you won't.

We will.

No, Vinnie, this is my mess.

I wasn't exactly blind...

..giving visiting rights to Mr Lover Boy.

We get the money.

We pay him off, and you're out of there.

Now...

So, after you'd locked Rachel in her room,

-the alarm at the Neptune went off?

-Yeah.

-And Niamh stayed at home?

I've told you all this. Look, I've a business to run.

I know, I'm sorry. I appreciate this. It won't take much longer.

Just a few more questions. So, Niamh said... Somewhere here...

Yeah. Niamh said that she opened Rachel's door to see how she was.

Yeah. I know.

The trouble is, she didn't see you, Rachel.

-What are you talking about?

-She thought that she saw her.

But now she's not so sure that she ACTUALLY saw you.

When did all this happen? When we were sitting here?

You need to calm down, Mr Reid.

I want you to look at a photograph, Rachel.

Now, this is your bedroom wind...

I am so, so sorry. I'm so sorry. That shouldn't have been there.

Rory.

Are you OK to go on?

That is your bedroom window, isn't it, Rachel?

You were at our house?

Now that looks easy enough to climb out.

Down to the extension.

Across. Over to the neighbour's garden. Down. You're gone.

This is nonsense. She was locked in her room. She didn't go anywhere.

How would you be certain? You were off fixing an alarm.

I've done it myself, Rachel. I've snuck out. Is that what you did?

Did you climb out your window that night?

-She'd fall through the extension roof.

-Looks solid enough to me.

-It's not.

-Did you climb out your window that night, Rachel?

No.

She was just standing there out the back...

Even if I did know something...

Is that why you haven't been returning my calls?

-You're afraid that you might let something slip?

-Niamh...

Have you any idea what this is like for us?

Brian's death's been bad enough without you lot treating us

as though we've got something to do with it...

-What do you want me to do about it?

-Be honest with me.

We know that she wanted to run off with Brian.

She could've climbed out the window.

But why go to the Pipes and not his flat?

-She doesn't want to be followed.

-By who? Liam? He was at the cafe.

All right, check the alarm records. Get the times.

-You don't believe them?

-I want to eliminate them.

You know we did check the Reids' computers,

but we never checked the cafe. I'm sure they must use one for work.

I can't see Rachel using it. Not when she has her own.

It's worth checking, isn't it?

OK. No harm.

And get Conor back in. He knows the Pipes.

I want to know if he's ever seen or heard of Brian

and Rachel being there together.

And, Rory, let's keep this between ourselves, OK? He's an adult.

He doesn't need someone holding his hand.

Is that it?

Chain was gold-plated.

Same.

He was the one who sold them to me.

24-carat! Said the gold was so pure it couldn't be stamped.

Bleedin' gickna. He'd rather wet himself than spend a penny.

It is what it is.

Is it enough?

-It's goin' to have to be, isn't it?

-Well, I'm going with you.

No. The last thing I need is you two slappin' them out on the table.

-Bridge.

-I mean it. My gig.

No argument.

What if she did get out?

She didn't.

They're just clutching at straws.

SHOP BELL TINKLES

-Hey.

-What do you want now?

-A strip search?

-Quick query.

Would you have a computer here for running the business?

Yeah. We've a laptop in the back.

Do you mind if I have a look?

For what?

Just routine.

Sorry, do you not need a warrant or something?

I was hoping I didn't need one.

Dad! Wait here.

Appreciate the cooperation.

Didn't really have a choice, did we?

SHOP BELL TINKLES

-Well, I could've done with a warning.

-I wasn't told.

For God's sake, Conor, put them away.

Look, why do they keep bringing me in?

Listen to me.

They think Brian was killed at the Pipes.

They found his blood.

Could you have left anything there?

A syringe maybe?

-I don't know. I can't remember.

-Think, Conor!

I can't, OK? I was out of it. I was out of it, Ma, all right?

I didn't do it, I didn't kill him.

It's OK. It's going to be OK.

You just tell them what you told them before, yeah?

Good.

I can't be here, you understand?

Yeah, OK.

You'll be fine.

Yeah.

Why did no-one inform me my son was being brought in today?

You'll have to take that up with the boss, Skip.

So...

It appears Mr McGonigle was killed at the Pipes.

And?

The night Brian McGonigle went missing,

there was a period of time you couldn't account for?

This was after Brian sussed you'd let his tyre down.

Gave you both barrels.

Drive a man to drink, that kind of humiliation.

Is that what you did? Got a naggin'?

Went to the Pipes trying to drown it out?

Look, I had more drink. But not there. I told you. I wasn't there.

Come on, Conor. We both know what happened.

Brian followed you down there, angry, steaming.

Because of you, his case was ruined.

You should write fiction, you know that?

Had the hots for Rachel, did you?

Must have been really upsetting

when you saw some aul' lad was shafting her.

Then here he is, wanting to hurt you - I mean, REALLY hurt you.

I'm sure you didn't mean to kill him.

KNOCK AT DOOR What?!

Something you need to see.

It's important.

Tell his mammy he's ready to go home.

Breen was just talking about you.

He talks? Couldn't get two words out of him in the office.

Ah, he's shy.

But you can be very intimidating.

-He was full of praise, though. Drink?

-I'm not stopping.

Endless love has come to an abrupt halt?

-It's in the jeweller's.

-It's getting enlarged?

Door was open.

I'm out.

With the hours I put in and all,

I think we're even.

You'll be needing these back.

Nope.

I don't think so.

You see...

I get to decide when the account is closed.

And I think I need to make things up to you.

And I will.

-Why didn't you tell me?

-It's not always possible.

-I was in the building!

-This is a murder investigation, Angela!

My son is not a murderer.

Rory thinks there's something he's not telling us.

The laptop from the Neptune -

no sign that Rachel's used it.

But Liam? SPSG.com.

It's a support group for parents of abused children.

IT found his username.

He rages about the man who's done this against his daughter,

and how all he thinks about is killing him.

The day after Brian went missing, he tried to erase his history.

I hit her, Patricia.

I've never done that before.

I can still see her face...

You never want your own kid to look at you like that.

And now this.

From them.

Oh, Liam...

Liam, if James were here,

I might have been able to.

I know.

-I know.

-SHOP BELL TINKLES

Not again.

Can you not just leave her alone?

Liam, it's not Rachel we're here for.

It's you.

Will you tell me what I'm doing here?

Sorry? I didn't hear that.

RORY: "I need to see him suffer. Sometimes I think

"the only way to get him out of our lives is to kill him."

It's a chatroom for the parents of abused kids.

They're not going to be swapping soda bread recipes now, are they?

That's halfway to a confession.

So, Liam hates Brian?

Think we all worked that one out before you got here, Detective.

-People say things they don't mean all the time.

-Yeah.

Like "next round's on me", eh, Paudgie?

How did I know you'd say that?

And if he wanted to kill Brian, why would he write it down?

Double bluff?

Liam's just letting off steam.

Yeah. Maybe. But someone out there battered Brian.

Anyone else in mind, Westlife?

I'll give your father-in-law your regards, shall I?

Rory...

Go careful in there, OK?

It's not fair.

Rory's the least of Liam's problems.

The security footage from the Neptune's come in, Boss.

-And?

-The alarm did go off at 9.05.

But there's something you need to see.

-Not too tight.

-Sorry, sorry.

Do you need a few cushions? I'll get you a pillow.

-Or do you want to go to bed for a few hours?

-Oh, no bleedin' way.

I'm on the flat of my back for the last week.

Come here.

What I'd really love is a decent cup of coffee and some grub.

-I'm starving.

-Coming right up.

-I could get used to this, you know?

-Don't. I'm in work in half an hour.

-How did you get on at the station?

-Yeah, yeah. Fine.

I haven't said anything to her.

They found his blood at the Pipes.

-Where did you put your medication?

-Oh, I must've left it in the car.

-Yeah, I'll get it.

-Thanks,

-It's good to have you back, Dad, all right.

How's he doing?

Yeah, good. Yeah...

He's looks a bit green round the gills, to me. When was his last fix?

I told you. The hospital gave him the benzodiazepine.

It's hardly the same thing.

It'll keep him ticking over.

He needs his gear, Ange.

-We'll be all right for a while, won't we?

-Yeah.

-You are not to worry.

-You're worse than the bloody doctors...!

I'm doing OK, Dad. Honest.

Careful, that's hot.

Joe, we'd a deal.

Yeah, and I said I wanted to make it up to you.

All this friction, it's...

very unhealthy.

I've a present for you.

Whatever it is, I don't want it.

Are you worried what the old fella might say?

Don't worry.

It's not the kind of gift you can bring home every night.

I'll go get it, shall I?

I won't be long. Oh, and better be here when I get back.

This your laptop?

-You know it is.

-Just checking.

Does anyone else have access to it?

Well, yeah. We do the cafe accounts on it. Orders, everything.

We all use it.

"I think of all the ways I could do it.

"Sometimes it scares me how much I want to kill him..."

"MadDad63"?

Now, who might that be?

Is that it? He wrote something mean about poor Brian on his laptop.

They're really scraping the barrel.

But you never read it.

There's stuff...

"Stuff"?

-Like what?

-About how much he wants to kill Brian.

He didn't do it. You have to let him go.

Give us a sec, Rachel?

Rachel, please?

He's in there without a solicitor.

-He didn't realise he needed Claire in with him.

-Call her.

"Makes me sick, him touching my daughter.

"Her mum would never forgive me for letting this happen.

"Sometimes I'm even glad she's dead."

So what if I wrote it?

So what? I meant every word of it.

-That seems pretty clear.

-You don't have kids, do you?

Not that I know of.

You have no idea what you'd do to protect them.

If someone touches them...

I'll take your word for it.

Suppose we all have our limits.

And he pushed you.

-It's not very clever putting it all down on here.

-No.

So, would I do it if I was planning to kill him?

Maybe you didn't plan it.

Maybe you just...lost your head?

-Did you call him that night?

-No.

NO!

KNOCK AT DOOR

-Your solicitor's here.

-You think you need a solicitor?

-Nikki's filled me in.

-What are you doing here, Claire?

My client's already accounted

for his whereabouts on the night in question.

He has indeed.

Can we get a few minutes?

Don't tell me. Niamh?

Claire, your being here is making me look guilty.

You're exercising your rights to representation.

And they clearly think they have something on you.

Liam, you have to tell me everything that happened that night.

No matter what.

HE SIGHS

-What am I supposed to be looking at?

-A whole lot of nothing so far.

He comes back, sets the alarm.

Stays for over an hour.

Then leaves.

This backs up what he told us.

Until...

..an hour and a half later.

He went back?

Stays for three minutes.

He's talking to someone?

Just keep watching.

Well, guess who.

It's all good. Yeah.

VINNY: So, did you give him the money?

-Yeah.

-HE SIGHS

So, the scumbag's off our backs, then, yeah?

-Bridge?

-Look I'm still here.

I'll meet you down the pub.

We'll have a few drinks to celebrate.

I won't be long.

-Was that me ma?

-Yeah.

And?

-What the story with Fallon?

-She gave him the money.

-She's going to meet us at the pub later.

-Deadly.

-Yeah.

She's still here.

Yeah.

-You got a second?

-Why?

Come with me.

-You like it?

-Aul' kip.

The Kip. That's got a ring. That's a good name for it.

-Name for what?

-My new nightclub.

I've made a fair bit. It's time to do what I want with my life.

Can you imagine it?

Not really, no.

Course you can. Close your eyes.

Close your eyes.

So, a bar...

No spit and sawdust. Lights down low.

Music, not too loud.

Sophisticated.

Cocktails.

Special.

Ours.

You and me.

I want you to run it for me, Bridget.

I have the paperwork all drawn up. It's good to go.

I can't run a nightclub. I wouldn't know the first thing.

-It's booze and tunes, Bridge. You make it up as you go along.

-No.

I can't.

Can't or you won't?

Is it Vincent?

Oh, give him a job on the door. He can work with the coats.

If you really cared about him, you wouldn't have got rid of the ring.

Dump him, Bridget.

You deserve better.

Much, much better.

I'm not leaving Vincent.

I pawned that ring to get rid of you.

And I'll get it back, if it's the last thing I do.

Yeah? I see.

So, listen,

thanks for the offer.

-Not interested.

-You are a piece of work!

Are you saying that you don't want any of this?

-I mean, who the hell do you think you are?

-I'm Bridget Kiely,

and you don't get to buy me.

SHE SCREAMS

GLASS SHATTERS

You don't get to walk away from me.

Get your hands off me!

Help!

Sh, sh...

FABRIC RIPS

BLOW LANDS, HE GROANS

My client's told you everything. I think we're done here, Detective.

-Why'd you go back?

-To put it on properly.

I was in a rush the first time I put it on.

That's not what it looks like.

First time you were in the cafe for quite some time.

You weren't in any rush to go home.

No comment.

Look, I told you, OK. I'd just hit my daughter!

I locked her in her room! Of course I wasn't in a rush to go home.

OK, Liam...

When you left the Neptune the second time, you had a bag with you.

-What was in it?

-Is this relevant?

I dunno. Leftovers. Scones and stuff.

Looks like a plastic bottle.

Milk. I don't know.

I was in a rush, I just grabbed some stuff and threw it in a bag, OK?

Rachel was in court the next morning.

-I wanted to make sure she had a good breakfast.

-Satisfied?

Yep. Course, we'll check that with our witness.

-What witness?

-He came out of the cafe. I said hello, it was nothing.

Right.

You see a major suspect on the night of a murder

-and you think it's nothing?

-Well, I didn't know then, did I?

But you do now. And, still,

you didn't think to pass on that information?

Did he seem normal to you?

Yeah... I suppose.

You didn't see what was in his bag?

Was it light? Was it heavy? Did it make a noise, Sean?

-I didn't even know he had one.

-He tried to hide it from you?

-No.

-You're pretty much family these days.

-Here we go!

Look, if, and I mean "if",

Liam had anything to do with it and I knew,

do you seriously think I wouldn't come and tell you?

Well, do you?

Oh, thanks a lot.

In fairness, Sean, you did cover for Adrijan...

Did Adrijan murder someone?

No. And neither did Liam. Are we done?

-BOTH:

-Yeah.

He'd no reason to think that Liam was up to anything,

-so chances of him noticing...

-Would he tell us even if he knew?

KNOCK AT DOOR

Yeah.

Liam wants to know why he's still waiting.

Keep him in longer.

Might crack.

MOBILE RINGS

-You let him go?

-We've put him under surveillance.

What are you waiting for?

-A confession all wrapped up in a shiny bow?

-We still have suspects

that we can't eliminate from this investigation.

Mick Moran, Conor Tyrell,

Jules McGonigle. Sharon Cleere.

She has an alibi. Reid has motive.

He's made verbal and online threats. And a physical assault.

Do you not think you're spreading your net a little bit wide here?

All right. It's your call.

But I know what I would do.

-PLAYFULLY:

-Aah, the smell of good home cooking!

Yeah, if you want me to break your other ribs.

CUTLERY CLATTERS

Got it, got it, I got it.

I'll bring you for your gear first thing tomorrow.

Get us some ketchup, Conor, would you?

Tommy, the state you're in, you can't drive.

I'll manage.

Ma, that's brand-new, isn't it? Why are you throwing it out?

Doesn't suit me. It's only fit for the bin. Leave it!

How did you get that?

-QUIETLY:

-Please, Katie.

There you are. What you doing back at home?

-Thought you were on the way.

-Yeah, just came home to get changed.

Taking your bleedin' time, aren't you?

Show him.

Show me what?

What happened, Bridge?

Nothin'.

Don't lie to me.

-Did he threaten you?

-Does he want more money?

-Show him.

-There's nothing to show.

Look, are we going to the pub or what?

Da.

Yeah, I caught it in the door.

What did he do, Bridge?

What did he do?

Did he touch you?

Tell me he didn't...

He didn't.

-He's a bleedin' dead man!

-Don't you go anywhere near him.

-You can't stop me.

-Too right, I'm right behind you.

-Da!

-Get out of me way...!

-Vinny! I decide what we do to him.

I decide!

Dad?

Dad...

Hey.

It's OK.

Don't worry.

You better get a move on or your dad will have scoffed the lot!

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

What is it?

He needs to get my gear, Mum.

He's just back from hospital!

I know, it's just I need it. It's getting worse...

-I'll see if I can get some more meds from the hospital.

-When?

I dunno, it's not that easy.

We have enough left for another week, surely.

HE SNIFFLES

-I'm going to see him.

-No, you're not.

-Ma.

-Vinny, you'll only make things worse.

-Well, he's had his hands on you.

-Yeah. He has.

And it made me sick to me stomach.

And you want him to walk away, like nothing's happened?

We do nothing, we say nothing.

I can't do that, Bridge.

Can't let him get away with it.

Nobody's getting away with anything, I promise you that.

But we do not go in there, all guns blazing, fists flying.

Joe Fallon is smart.

We've got to be smarter.