Episode 2 Red Rock

What about McKay? Beady killed him. I have to tell them what I know.

SHE GASPS

Davey!

You can call the dogs off Beady for now.

We have a new suspect. Davey Webb.

Chloe is blind! Cos of your precious husband.

PHONE RINGS

Skip?

No, another one of them and you'll be scraping me off the ceiling.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Could do with opening a window.

They've been here all night. All voluntary.

Anything?

Head up. Chin out.

It was found up some waste pipe on Dunlin Lane.

Didn't even wipe it clean. Amateur hour.

Forensics have taken samples of the blood

and it matches the DNA taken from the...

Taken postmortem.

Claire called us the minute he left her,

so where's Davey now?

Oh, come on! He didn't just disappear.

Somebody must have seen him.

We've got everyone we can out on the street.

Right, well, take that back to forensics.

I want this face burned into your retinas.

Old Boys at that squat on Bridge Lane

say Davey has been sleeping there.

Go.

FOOTSTEPS

How long has this been going on?

I had a few last night.

This is still warm.

Hair of the dog.

I-I won't make a habit of it.

Are you sure about that?

Because I need you to have your wits about you.

PHONE RINGS

HE SIGHS

Who is it?

It's work again.

Sharon. Won't leave me in peace, you know what she's like.

What the hell do you want?!

Should we not go public with this?

We can't give Laser or Beady's goons a heads-up that Webb's on the run.

He'd better hope we find him first.

Is the hospital on alert?

Yes, Sarge.

His sister was burned in the petrol bomb attacks. You never know.

We do not mention Davey Webb to anyone.

You the baba, aren't ya? You the baba?

Ee!

The bleedin' head on him.

Don't mind your uncle, there. He's just jealous, isn't he?

Tell you now, he has my eyes.

He's your arse as well - the bleedin' smell of him.

Shut it.

TV PLAYS

And turn that off, will you?

SWITCHES TV OFF

Oh, here, look, Bridge. Look what we got the babby!

Where'd ye get that, in a skip?

Ha-ha-ha-ha!

Here, love! Top quality.

Joey the Wig's selling them round the back lane there.

That's...great.

That thing will give him nightmares, he will.

Him and his dodgy ticker and all.

Katie has something to tell yous.

What's that, love?

I've asked David and Patricia over.

You wha'? Here?

Today, apparently.

Er, I don't think so. They're not coming to see you. They're family.

They're not my family.

No, but they are Luke's. Da?

You can't. What about Darren?

What about Luke? I don't want him growing up hating me

for not letting him see half his relatives.

He'll be thanking you.

Look, I-I don't know, Katie, love... No, I...

For half an hour. Can you not do that for me?

Do you know what, I can't even listen to this.

Here, if yous can't let them in here, then I can't stay.

There's no need for that now. No need for that.

Emotional blackmail. That's very nice, that is.

Very maternal.

He's a Kiely.

He always will be.

And that's not going to change.

Course not.

All right, love.

Thanks.

Don't I get a say?

Fair is fair.

Fair?

Do you think they'd do that if the shoe was on the other foot?

No!

But we're better.

It's like you always say, isn't it?

And I don't want any trouble out of you, either, eh?

It won't be me causing trouble. Be that cow.

I beg your pardon?

Ah, come on, Mum!

Get Katie to come here. I'll drive. We'll pick her up.

It's only going to stir things up if we don't go.

I'm not leaving Claire on her own.

Then she can come with us.

Take her mind off things.

Might be good for her.

How you feeling, love?

Do you want to come see Luke? We're going.

The Kielys have invited us. Right, Mum?

Yes.

Get a bit of fresh air.

Well, I say fresh air...

It is the Kiely house we're talking about.

C'mon. He's dying to see his auntie.

Maybe you should go alone, David.

Take lots of pictures for us.

There's a guard outside. You've changed the locks.

Mum, honestly, I'm fine.

Go.

Look, Claire, I have to go.

Are you coming?

If you're sure?

I'd love to see him again.

Go!

Promise me you'll get some sleep.

Promise.

Took your time, didn't you?

Did anyone see you?

Why?

Why did you have to kill him?

Take down McKay? Are you mad?

I should arrest you myself! Wasn't me!

Do you think I'd be here if it was?

You know who did?

I don't know, and I don't care.

I've bigger problems.

I'm a dead man walking, here.

Look, you got to help us.

Help you?

One more job for me and I'm out of your life for ever.

Where have I heard that before?

Plenty. But this time I mean it.

Go to hell.

You want me to beg? Is that it?

Give me one good reason why I should help you.

Because this is down to you.

You wouldn't give me Donnelly. Now McDaid's crew are gunning for me.

Good.

Now you know exactly what it feels like.

What goes around comes around. Look, I need to get away.

Karma, I think the hippies call it.

Look, you're going to help me, or-or I swear...

Or what?

You going to kill me?

Go on.

It'd be a relief.

You think I'm bad news?

If they get to me, I'll drop you right in it. Yeah...

and McDaid'll give your ma a lot more than a ride round town.

Look...

..don't make me do it!

The phone, the footage of you torching your gaff.

You can have it all. And then you'll never see me again.

I'm gone!

So, where's the little man? You tell him his daddy's here?

I did, yeah.

And? Did he smile?

He farted.

That's my little boy.

It must be a relief to have him home.

Where he belongs.

You're very good to invite us round.

We're...er... We're sorry for your loss.

Cheers.

Losing someone like that so...sudden....

well, it breaks your heart.

We all know about that.

Yes. Yes, you do.

And when people are kind, it's, er...

..it's very much appreciated.

You remember the ones who weren't.

Course you do.

So would I.

He stayed on a farm. An uncle, he said...

Claire, we are doing everything we can.

Well, it's not good enough!

Claire?

I called you the minute Davey ran out.

How come he's still out there?

I'd be better off looking for him myself.

We are going to catch him.

I promise you I'm not going anywhere until he's found and brought in.

You should go home. It's not safe for you out here.

Why? What can anyone do to me now?

Skip. Skip, they've got him.

They got Davey Webb.

This way.

Who the hell is he?

Piotr Nowak. Originally from Poland.

He's been homeless the past few months.

He was the one on the squat?

Dead ringer.

Wild goose chase, fellas.

Wait, so all the sightings...?

Davey Webb might not even be in Dublin any more.

Davey Webb's been seen at the hospital.

Get Sierra Alpha in the air.

We've all roads leading away from the hospital blocked off there.

Come on... Come on...

Slow down! Slow down, slow down. Is that him?! Is that him?

No, no, no - keep going.

Come on...

Zulu Victor 101, this is Victor Alpha Base. Any news? Over.

Out of the way! Come on. Come on!

There he is! Stop, stop!

'Zulu Victor 101 to Victor Alpha Base.

'Suspect is in sight. In pursuit on foot.

'He's running down Shore Road towards Charlemont Terrace.'

Well, there's only one way he can go. Here.

Charlie Foxtrot. Move to the exit on Rathmar Road. Over.

Where's he gone?

I don't know.

I mean, you had him! Yes - don't you think I know that?!

You let him get away!

Victor Zero Five Two. Current status?

We lost him, skip.

Continuing with search, skip.

He has to be here. Check that side.

Davey!

Davey!

Zulu Victor 101, what's happening, Adrijan?

Adrijan? Adrijan?!

Have we lost the signal?

Jesus!

He can't have just disappeared.

Davey Webb, I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murder

of Superintendent James McKay.

You're not obliged to say anything unless you wish to do so.

Anything you do say will be taken down in writing

and may used in evidence.

Did you get it?

Did you get the passport?

Phone first.

No, where's the phone?

Over there.

I guess this is it.

Where are you going?

Somewhere hot. Will I send you a postcard?

You're a life-saver.

Thanks, anyway.

Good luck, yeah?

I'm happy to sit in with you, if you want?

Oh, no. This one's mine.

Have you got a smile for your nanna?

Shhh...

Oh, yes, you do! Oh, yes, you do!

Do you want to hold him?

Can I?

Yeah.

Go on, Mum.

Thank you.

Hello, my little man.

Did you have a big sleep?

Did you?

He's so perfect.

He is, isn't he?

Aw, would you look?

Want me to take a picture?

Don't upset the baby.

How's Michael getting on inside? Shut up!

What? I'm only asking, seeing as we're all family now.

He's settling in. I know.

Wouldn't want to be droppin' the soap, though, would he?

Ignore him. He's winding you up.

Think I might go up to me room. Feeling a bit sick.

We should probably be making a move.

Now, yes!

Oh!

I almost forgot.

Just to help with supplies for little Luke.

A grand?

Well, babies can be expensive.

Are you trying to say we can't afford to look after him?

Of course not.

I just want to do my bit, if that's OK.

Yeah, it's much appreciated.

Thanks.

It'll be the christening before we know it.

I don't suppose you've had much time to think about it.

No. We haven't decided what we're doing yet.

Well, keep me posted.

Will do.

I'll see you out.

See yous now.

Bye!

Listen, thanks so much for coming.

If she thinks she's going to start taking over...

I'm glad we got him,

but I don't even want that bastard in our station.

He's like a bad smell.

Should my ears be burning?

Not this time. Davey Webb.

She's got her work cut out with that one.

Nikki'll get it out of him.

I know. I'm just saying it's not going to be easy.

Thought you'd be in there giving it the ol' Guantanamo.

I decided to sit this one out.

You mean she swapped you for Mr Charisma in there?

Losing your touch, pal.

I'm sure she can handle him. But it's not going to be easy.

He owns up, he's going to do a stretch inside.

You know what they do to rats?

You want to tell us what happened?

Come on, Davey. You've been here before.

You know how this works.

We've got you on CCTV. Claire Hennessy's statement.

Murder weapon.

And we've got all day.

I can't believe it.

Steady there, Mammy.

He's really gone? You're sure.

Yeah. Where?

Haven't a clue.

Spain. That's where they all go.

What about the phone?

Destroyed.

We have our lives back. Oh!

PHONE RINGS

It's Sharon. Really.

Oh. Don't mind me.

Paudge! Sharon.

You OK? I've been trying to get you.

Yeah, sorry, just medical stuff. So what's going on?

Paudgey! Is that Holden screaming like a banshee?

Yeah, we got him. Got who?

The killer. He's in the station now.

Who is it?

Davey Webb.

Here, give me the phone.

Paudgey, get your ass down here, we're headin' out.

He hasn't confessed yet, but Nikki's turning the screws. What?

Won't be long before he spills the beans.

Paudge, what is it?

So, you coming out?

Paudge?

'What's happened, Paudge?'

I may as well have stabbed him myself.

I'm the one who ratted on Laser.

Davey took the blame.

He got mixed up in all this cos of me!

Beady made you do it.

He had you over a barrel.

What if Sharon's got it wrong?

They don't know for sure this Davey did it.

What if they got the wrong fella?

I mean, it wouldn't be the first time.

Maybe.

You're not going in now - look at the state of you.

I have to find out for definite, Mammy, one way or the other.

Look familiar?

Where'd you get it?

Must've felt great having that in your hand.

Make you feel like a big man.

No comment.

Do you want to know where we found it? No?

No comment.

We've traced all your movements on CCTV.

Up Stanford Road, down Bridge Lane, into Bell Street, South Street...

and then Dunlin Lane.

We're just waiting to hear back from forensics to match the prints.

That shouldn't take too long, should it? No.

But do you know what else we have, Detective Inspector?

We've the grave wrecking.

Jury's going to love that. Real classy.

Might not feel like it now, but we're the only mates you've got.

You're a rat, Davey.

We let you go, and you'll be decorating the pavement

before you even get a chance to say, "No comment."

You think you're real funny, don't you?

Oh, I can be hilarious.

She's not joking.

What I can't get my head around is

why pay a visit to the grieving wife?

Maybe he couldn't handle the guilt.

It's a wonder he could sleep at night.

Could you?

Could you, Davey?

Sleep?

Or did you fancy stabbing her to death, too? No!

You pulled a knife on her, Davey.

Get a taste for it, did you?

You murdered the hubby and you thought you'd go for the full set.

No comment.

They're wasting their time. He won't say anything. I know.

I trained him well. No comment all the way.

I understand that, but...

BUZZER

And why the hell hasn't anyone called me?

I've a right to know what's going on! It's OK, Sharon.

Let me talk to him.

Claire... I got the confession out of him, didn't I?

You know I can't! Just give me five minutes!

Claire, stop.

Now, I promise we will call you when we have an update.

I'm not going anywhere.

I'm staying right here until you let me talk to him.

No, you're not.

You can't wait here. Come on.

Hey.

You never said you were coming in today.

Got to keep you on your toes, haven't I?

Couldn't keep you away?

Daytime telly's sending me loopy.

Do my eyes deceive me?

It's good to see you.

Never thought I'd hear you say that.

Me, neither.

Missed you, fella.

Still a wind-up merchant, huh, Westlife?

We mean it.

Come on.

Still looks the same.

Like nothing's changed.

How's it going in there?

We don't have the evidence.

CCTV footage won't hold up in court.

And even if there is DNA on the knife, it won't be enough.

We need an admission.

Let me talk to him.

I could try a different angle. Oh, that's all we need.

I won't lay a finger on him.

Thanks, we've got it covered.

Actually, if you do want to help, you can get him his breakfast.

Not in the job description.

You're getting under his skin when you mention the wife.

She's here.

Claire? Yeah, I put her in room 2.

She said she wants to talk to him. I told her it's not going to happen.

No, you need to send her home. I tried!

Well, no pressure, then!

Bring the focus back to Claire.

What about his food?

I'll sort that out.

Guess who?

You, Sean. You.

Uh-uh!

Paudgster's back!

Not back, back.

Welcome home, buddy.

Here, drinks tonight, yeah?

Is he here now? Webb?

Listen to that - straight back in the saddle!

He's in with Nikki at the moment. Is it definitely him?

We think so. Here, we should make a night of it, go into town, yeah?

What have they got on him?

Don't worry about him now, Paudgey.

Can you not give me a straight answer? Here, milky tea?

What's this?

You're famous. Scrotes'll be asking for your autograph.

You think it's a big joke?

No. Paudge?

I don't want it. All right?

Room service will be with you shortly.

SHE CLEARS HER THROAT

You see, your little chat with Claire,

you kind of let it slip, didn't you?

It's as good as a confession.

No comment.

Claire will be testifying in court.

And when she tells the jury about your confession,

who do you think that they're going to believe?

A twisted little thug like you?

No comment.

The compassionate thing to do would be to confess. Think of Claire.

No comment.

Look, either way you're going to go down for this.

But sure, you know that.

A judge and jury would think better of you

for not putting a grieving widow through the horror of a trial.

No comment.

Make him feel something.

That's how you get through to him.

I can do that. Please, Angela. No-one need find out.

If he says anything, I'll just deny it.

James respected you.

You meant a lot to him.

I can't risk jeopardising the case, Claire.

Where do you thing you're going?

Taking this to Webb.

Oh, no, you're not.

Are you checking up on us?

You're a sight for sore eyes.

It's good to have the old team back, eh?

Not quite.

Yeah...

You got him, then?

I've met chattier brick walls.

You sure he acted alone?

I mean, there's lashing out and there's killing someone.

Maybe Laser was blackmailing him.

No, but then there's the grave wrecking

and calling into Claire's.

This was a crime of passion. It's not a cold-hearted hit

but I just... I hope to God he cracks soon.

You're not really helping us here, Davey.

Did you hear me?

No. Comment.

I'm afraid you'll have to do better than that.

I know you're confused.

You don't know what to do or which way is up.

I'm not talking to you.

That's good, cos, um...

..I just want you to listen.

James McKay...

..did not deserve to die.

But you don't care about that. I get that.

Only one person you care about, isn't there?

Chloe.

If you don't know what to do, just think of her.

Who else has she got?

Your car crash of a mother?

You will go down for this.

But if you confess now, the jury might be lenient,

and you get to go home to your sister sooner.

Take your time, Davey.

Think about Chloe.

She done nothing wrong.

I know.

He said it would all work out, everything would be OK.

Did you stab Superintendent McKay, Davey?

Out loud. For the tape.

Yes.

Davey's confessed.

Apparently Laser's thugs were after Davy and he blamed the boss.

At least we caught him. At least we did that.

Hey, what's wrong?

Look, I know this is worse for you than the rest of us,

and you tried to stop him. That's all you could do, Paudge.

Just don't, OK? I don't want to hear it.

Do you think maybe you could talk to someone?

I'm not ready for a strait jacket just yet.

You know I don't mean that. I mean, talk to me.

Bottling it all up isn't the answer. I'm your partner.

I can't... I'm here for you. I can't do that.

You can. You can! I know you.

You think?

Paudge... Sharon, please, just give us a minute alone, OK?

Yeah.

Claire?

Did you hear what I said? Davey's...

I want to see him.

To talk.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Paudge.

They...

They got him, then.

Yeah.

I, er...

I never got a chance to thank you.

Thank you.

I didn't...

You tried.

What was so urgent, Paudge?

What was so urgent it couldn't wait?

You know the boss.

Take care of yourself.

DS Grogan...

..it's been...fun.

We're going for a few scoops later if you want to tag along?

Some other time.

When do you get a new super round here?

Do you fancy the job yourself? HE LAUGHS

And actually have to read those mails the brass send round?

Tell me about it.

I'm sure I'll see you around. Hm.

You did him proud.

Here, give that another few minutes, will ya?

And put another one in there.

Absolutely.

Here, listen, I just want to say thanks.

Cheers.

And when we turned that corner and he wasn't there... Ah, man.

It doesn't bear thinking about.

Sorry.

Forget it. We got him.

Yous did well, lads.

Cheers. Cheers.

If we hadn't caught him...

We?

Here we go.

Paude abandoned us for the night, has he?

No. He's just waiting for his pint.

OK, um... This is my ice bucket challenge.

I nominate Angela,

my darling wife, Claire,

and, of course, let's not forget my wonderful mother-in-law, Patricia.

So, er...

OK, here we go.

One, two, three.

Oh, my God!

Come here. Give me a hug.

No! No! I hate you! You don't. You love me.

Tell me you love me.

Love...

I thought it'd be easier if I had someone to blame.

That boy is to blame.

James should never have gotten involved with him.

He was trying to help.

Because of me.

I made him do it. Claire, don't do this to yourself.

You're going to make yourself ill.

Come on, love. Bed.

I can't, Mum.

I'm pregnant.

I'm pregnant.

He was so happy.

So happy...

Mum?

Yes, love?

How am I...?

How am I going to do this on my own?

Shush.

You're not on your own. You have me.

Watch it. Whoa, take it easy.

Walk the line, Paudgey, walk the line.

You don't have to come with me.

Sure, it's no bother. Taxi'll be here in a minute.

You're so good to me.

So good to everyone. You're such a good person.

Eh, you're not the worst yourself.

Hey.

You're going to get through this, I promise. It'll just take time.

No...

I feel sick. OK, hang on, let's get you to the jacks...

No. No, Sharon, I'm sick...

sick of me.

You've got to stop blaming yourself. It is not your fault.

It is my fault.

If Beady hadn't told me about Laser Byrne...

What are you talking about? What about Laser?

I'm an eejit.

He used me and I should've known.

Giving me a tip-off like that, I thought he was doing me a favour...

I'm an eejit.

Paudge? It'll be grand.

We know we're the last thing

between something disastrous...