Episode 21 Red Rock

SIREN WAILS

What about this? You recognise that?

Oi!

We'll talk about the money later. I just want the ledger.

Do you think I'd have it on me?

I dunno, you were stupid enough to have jailbait here rob it from me.

You're gone, Fallon.

I had your son sit in that seat and make a sworn statement.

-I know...

-Withholding evidence in a murder investigation.

You're on your own, Ange. You and your son.

-It was the first time.

-Did you know about this?

-No.

-Jesus Christ...

Did anybody recognise her where she was picked up?

No. Not that I am aware of.

-Where's Angela now?

-Room 2.

-And the boy?

-Interview room.

Did you really have to bring him in?

Well, I didn't want it to look like I was giving special treatment, did I?

Look, we are going to have to contain this circus fast.

I've a team at their house now.

How...? What do you mean, searching? For drugs?

Evidence. McGonigle was blackmailing her about Conor.

Why didn't she say anything?!

Look, I want her out of this station.

-I have a few more...

-I mean - out. For good.

-We won't be long, Mr Tyrell.

-Get a kick out of this, do you?

-No. Honestly.

-Well, I'm not keeping you.

I want to see my son and my wife.

She's a little tied up at the moment.

What's going on?

She's being questioned, Tommy.

Leave that. Leave it! There's nothing in there.

And we'll need to talk to you as well.

What?

She makes one lousy mistake -

and you haul us all in, like we're the criminals?

-Let me do that, love.

-I can fill me own kettle.

DOOR OPENS

-Well?

-Gaff's all cleared out.

And Jesus knows a fella out in the airport.

And he seen Fallon heading in...

Good bleedin' riddance.

You think it's as simple as that?

He's scum, but he's not a tick. He wouldn't dare...

He knows he'll be licking the bottom of the Liffey if he tried anything.

So what are we going to do with the cash?

Leave it.

Leave it? It's ours now. Finders keepers.

No need to be scared of him.

Who says I'm bleedin' afraid?!

I have a cousin who got into drugs.

Did you?

I'm really sorry, Angela.

Mum!

They know about Brian.

Can I get you anything?

So, as of today,

Tommy, Conor and Angela Tyrell are all

prime suspects in the murder of Brian McGonigle.

Brian wanted Angela to change her statement. Discredit Sharon.

Dirty scumbag.

Blackmail's a pretty standard motive for murder.

Hiya, Tommy, it's me...

Ange?

SHE SOBS

Could they not try rehab or something?

They did. They tried everything.

They thought that this was their only option.

No-one here seriously thinks the Sarge had anything to do with

Brian's murder?

She was a stickler...not so much as a paperclip out of place.

She was buying illegal drugs in broad daylight.

Maybe you don't know your sergeant as well as you think you do.

How long till we can see him?

They've got to go back through all his past statements.

He's going to need a break.

He'll get one. They'll make sure he gets something.

Oh, God, Tommy...

Tommy, how're you feeling?

I've been better but...

Thanks, Sharon.

Listen...

..I know you've been hearing all sorts but, eh...

..please believe, I...

We understand.

Can't have been easy, coming in here every day.

Painting on a smile?

Hi, Skip.

They're ready for you.

-Where?

-Interview room one.

You ready?

Detective Garda Rory Walsh starting the interview with

Sergeant Angela Tyrell.

You should turn on the tape.

Detective Garda Rory Walsh starting the interview with

Sergeant Angela Tyrell.

Detective Inspector Nikki Grogan also present.

Can you talk us

through what happened on the night of April 12th?

From what time?

Um, you were rostered that day from 9 till 5pm.

What time did you get home?

The usual. Close to six.

Who was home?

Nobody. Stephen was at training. Tommy was working.

And Conor... He was, erm...

He was at the McGonigles'.

OK. What did you do next?

Rang Tommy. He was out looking for him.

Conor'd cleared us out of booze.

You thought he'd gone to score?

Maybe.

Then what did you do?

Erm, I stayed put, in case he came back...

And Stephen was due home.

Did you ring Tommy again?

-Yeah.

-How many times.

I lost count.

Your phone records will corroborate that?

Did Conor know that Brian was putting pressure on you?

Is that why he went to see Jules?

I don't know...

Did you tell Conor that Brian called you that night?

No. How could I? I didn't have a clue where he was.

What did Brian want to talk about?

I told you. I didn't give him a chance.

-I hung up.

-You weren't interested?

It was the night before the trial. He wanted me to perjure myself!

-I didn't need to hear it again!

-Course.

I told him to leave me alone.

Did you tell Tommy about that call?

Yeah.

Course I did.

SIRENS WAIL

Will you put that away?

You know what we need? A decent motor.

Oh, yeah, deadly.

No, we're not flashing that cash around. Keep a low profile.

Something classy.

Something sporty, like. Says we're going places.

Oh, yeah? Like where?

I don't know, around, like.

DOOR BANGS

-Gone, he said.

-He has gone.

Yeah, but his thugs are all over the town!

WOMAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY

Ma, it's some bird.

-Bridget Kiely, is it?

-Who's asking?

Is he here with you?

-Who?

-Joe Fallon.

Where's Angela?

We've spoken to her.

We just need to go over a few things.

Did you believe Brian's threat was genuine?

No, I thought he was just having a bit of fun.

He was harassing your wife. Threatening your family.

You didn't think of paying him a visit?

Make things worse, you mean?

Did you think that Angela should change her statement?

You know her. She wouldn't.

No...? She didn't seem 100% sure to me.

Brian had you over a barrel.

Is that not the nature of blackmail, son?

On the night that Brian was killed,

how long would you say that you drove around looking for Conor?

A couple of hours or so.

Where did you go?

Killian Park. The flats.

The Ridge. All the usual haunts...

-Do you have sat nav in your cab?

-Of course.

We have here Angela's phone records.

She called you throughout the evening.

-So?

-You didn't always pick up, though.

There's a gap.

An hour and a half where she couldn't get through.

I must've been out of signal.

Between the hours of 8.55 and 10.20.

Can you be more specific about where you were then?

Not really, no.

I was herding around the place looking for my son,

thinking he could be dead somewhere.

Don't worry. We can check your sat nav.

Tommy, Brian was killed between

8pm and 11pm on the 12th of April.

Were you at the Pipes during that time?

-The Pipes, Tommy, you know the place...

-I know.

Were you there?

So, you owe Fallon money?

I borrowed it before Christmas.

Try and give the kids a decent time, ya know?

Joe was due a payment two days ago.

Tell me where to find him.

He'll turn nasty - you don't know what he's like.

You shouldn't have got mixed up with him, then.

What's your name, love?

Sheila Ryan.

Sheila, you're off the hook.

What? How come?

-Joe won't be coming back.

-Here you go. Happy days!

He's not...?

-No!

-What've you done?

Nothing!

Go home to your kids. Forget all about him.

What happens when I need cash? What else am I supposed to do?

Don't come whingeing round here, that's for sure. Now, get out!

-All right, Bridge.

-Go on, out!

You're pathetic.

You two, an' all.

Get out.

So you have no idea what time you got to the Pipes at?

-I told you - no!

-Or how long you were there?

Could I get a drink of water, please?

What, sorry... Was it two minutes? Was it 20 minutes?

Come on, Tommy...

-Five, maybe.

-Five minutes?

Conor wasn't there! I left.

You do know we found Brian's blood at the Pipes?

Anyone else about?

No.

No!

Hey, guys.

So, how's your boy holding up?

Which one?

Conor's with the doctor now.

Good. They'll take good care of him.

Kids, huh?

I know this is a mess but...

Hey, hey, no, no. It's life. Uniform doesn't protect you from that.

So how long have you been in the blue, anyway?

20 years. Mostly in this place.

Well, it'll be another 20 years...

if I have anything to do with it.

You've had a hard time of late... Heart attack, cracked ribs...

And your hand...?

How did that happen?

-Fare dodge.

-When?

April 12th?

Did you call the guards about it?

Not much point. It happens more often than you might think.

Your controller?

That waste of space...

So, let me get this straight.

You had an altercation the night the man who was

blackmailing your family was murdered.

Your cab outside?

-Anything?

-Do we have to do this here?

Yeah. We do.

There's nothing.

-Keep looking.

-What for?

Oh, I dunno,

anything that might have caved the back of McGonigle's head in.

Grab me an evidence bag.

Have you ever used this before?

If things got hairy or to scare off chancers - that's all.

Did you use it to scare off Brian?

No. Nikki, you know me. I wouldn't do that.

For two hours, on the night that Brian McGonigle was killed,

you can't remember much about where you were -

but you do admit being at the Pipes.

Tommy, the Pipes, where we

found a significant amount of Brian McGonigle's blood.

I didn't see anything!

You have cracked ribs. You have an injured hand...

-That has nothing to do with...

-You carry a weapon.

All the cabbies do!

A weapon which, by size and shape,

matches the same fatal blow that killed Brian McGonigle -

Ah, come on...

You're spinning a story now.

I didn't kill him!

Two hours, Tommy. Where were you?

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

Bridge?

Didn't think you'd fancy cooking.

I don't believe... She owed him six grand.

She only borrowed 500.

Plus interest at ten points a week...

..over three months.

Throw in a late fee... What's that?

We did her a favour.

1,025 over how many months...?

Poor cow was scared stiff.

Yeah.

I'm never going to let anyone make me feel like that again.

Make me feel scared... begging for scraps...

"Yes, sir. No, sir..."

Love...he's gone.

What about next time, when the arse's hanging out of our trousers?

Pocket full of nothing?

Will we just be another name in someone else's book?

There won't be a next time.

You're damn right there won't.

Why is it just the Joe Fallons that get to run things?

Look at that. Names. Numbers. People who want to borrow cash.

Cash that we've got.

No...

We could make proper money, Vin. Real money.

We'd never have to go cap in hand again.

It's been too long. He's not well. He's not able for this.

-OK. I'll see what I can do.

-Why did they search his cab?

Where's Tommy?

That's his?

Half the cabbies round here carry weapons - you know that!

I can't talk to you about this. Get Conor now.

I'm fine. They're letting us go, for now.

There's no charges?

We'll be in touch. Stay where we can reach you.

Get on to forensics. Tell them we've a possible murder weapon.

DOOR OPENS

BUZZER

KNOCK ON DOOR

Come in.

Still at it?

Something's not right. We're missing something.

Or maybe you just don't want to believe it's Tommy?

Is that such a bad thing?

Maybe it's what brought on his heart attack. The stress.

Guilt.

I've worked with his wife for 11 years.

And she lied to your face.

Listen, I'm the one who used to go to their house.

-I'm the one who used to watch Conor kick a ball outside.

-I know.

But it's not easy to stay objective in a case like this...

His car.

The boot.

Yeah, get me on to the technical bureau.

Hi, John, this is DI Grogan from Red Rock Garda Station.

How are you? Listen, I'm wondering - can you do me a favour?

Could you check something for me? The Brian McGonigle case.

His car. The boot. Was the wheel brace in it?

Yeah, course I'll wait.

Yeah? OK, thanks. Thank you, John.

Oh, no, I'm going to have to raincheck that one.

When you're not married and have four kids.

Right. The boot's empty. There's no wheel brace.

I'm going to need you to go to the coast road.

Bring Sean with you. He's a good eagle eye.

Now, thanks.

PHONE RINGS

Yep?

Bring him in.

There was a witness statement on the night of Brian's murder.

Saw someone trying to change a tyre. Description matches Brian's car.

Yeah, it's beautiful. But what are we looking for?

Nikki got the bureau to check the car. The wheel brace is missing.

Could be looking at the murder weapon.

But why would he change it here?

The tyre was let down outside his house.

Yeah, if you believe Conor's story.

I thought Liam was your prime suspect.

Thing about this job, Holden,

you've got to keep your options open.

Something happened here, just have to figure out what.

Don't forget your gloves. Don't want you contaminating anything.

It's my own stupid fault.

I should've known it was risky keeping that thing in the car

with all this business going on.

If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have even been out.

What's done is done.

They'll find nothing on the cosh and this'll all blow over.

Trust me.

I'll get this lot cleared up. Why don't you go and get a kip?

-I can't stay.

-What?

I have to get out of here...

Where are you going to go?

Anywhere but here.

-Eagle eye here.

-Where?

Stuck under a hedge.

It looked like it had just been thrown there.

-Are we sure that it's his?

-Blood splattering on the handle.

Right. Well, get it down to forensics.

Detective Leahy's an old... friend...

I'll see if she can rush it through for us.

Guess this rules out Tommy's cosh, then?

Let's just wait until the results come in.

Shouldn't we at least let Angela know?

There's still two hours unaccounted for.

You know that we can't do that, Sean.

Right, this is good work, guys, well done.

I'll get this off.

Then head down to room one.

We've picked up a person of interest on the Naas road.

Who?

The illustrated man.

Coffee?

Oh, thanks. I didn't ask...

I know. I wasn't thinking.

I'm used to ordering two.

-Have you heard from Adey?

-Yup...

He's already found himself a hot new Croatian babe.

Have you said anything...?

About this place?

He wouldn't believe it.

Skip buying smack?

He'd think it was a wind-up.

Yeah.

Who do you trust, Shazza?

Who can you trust?

You can start with me.

I know I'm not Kosos but...

Guess you'll have to do.

Do you know why you're here, Mick?

Er, do you fancy me, Detective Garda?

You're not really me type, though.

Your pal doesn't say much, does he?

I'm the strong and silent type.

One of our officers, Sergeant Brian McGonigle.

Ah. The paedo.

Yeah, I heard he topped himself.

-Tragic.

-Didn't quite happen like that.

Unless he smashed the back of his own head in.

Unlikely, wouldn't you say?

Your family's certainly had some run-ins with him.

How's Danny doing, by the way?

What's it to you?

I missed his birthday. Good one, was it?

I'd say the lads down The Joy lay on quite a spread.

Why'd you jump bail?

Carpal tunnel. I was too sick to sign in.

April 12th, where were you?

Er, at home with the missus.

-Which one?

-Er, let me think.

You're not short of female company, are you, Mick?

Are you jealous?

Fascinated.

I mean, what do they see in you?

I suppose if they get bored, they can always try to join the dots.

They don't. Get bored.

Red hatchback. Registration 0-9-D-8-6-9-5-1.

Not my car.

Registered to a Chanel Douglas from Dundalk.

Guess whose cousin she's shagging?

According to her, you like to borrow her car occasionally.

You were driving it that night.

Yeah, well, I wasn't. And she's a lying little skank.

That was my first impression, but then...

Caught on traffic camera

three streets from Brian McGonigle's flat the night he disappeared.

What?

It's the same vehicle you were picked up in this afternoon.

Now who's getting all strong and silent?

I want to speak to your boss.

A deal? Where the hell does he think he is?

He's definite he knows something.

Swears it's key information.

Oh, and the Super's trying to get hold of you. Wants an update.

Oh, God. Tell me he's not on his way.

Stuck at Dunedin the rest of the day.

So...Mick Moran?

I don't make deals with scrotes.

Get him off my back. If you know what's good for you.

Would you listen to this one?

I don't take orders from skangers.

Today's not your day. Banker says no deal.

Then I've nothing to say.

Ah, come on. Don't be like that, Michael.

You thought you could fit me up, didn't you?

Start talking, before I slap on a charge of withholding evidence.

Try it.

Maybe I could do a few search warrants, if you'd prefer.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Sorry. There's a phone call from Detective Leahy from Unit D.

He says it's urgent.

-The murder weapon?

-Do you want me to stall him?

Cheers. Tell him...

Tell him I'll be out in five minutes.

Shouldn't take too much longer to get the truth from Mr Moran.

Oh, it's the truth you're after?

Why didn't you just say?

I was at McGonigle's flat.

But I didn't go in.

Why not?

Pang of conscience, was it?

No. No, there was someone there already.

Outside waiting for him. Beat me to it.

Can you describe them? Was it someone you recognised?

See...I didn't at the time.

But I do now.

Who was it?

Her.

SIRENS

Sharon? What the hell?!

She must have been sweating it for weeks.

We can't take Moran's word for it.

No, but...it makes sense.

I mean, her history with Brian.

-Well, give her a chance to explain herself.

-Sure.

This is a bloody mess! Dunne is going to love this.

If she was there, at the flat...

-that might explain the bus footage.

-What about it?

She was checking it. Some of it was missing.

I'll chase up forensics on Tommy's cosh. What about his alibi?

I'll check it out. What about Sharon's alibi?

When I get back, you and me are going to have a talk.

What did you tell them?

Enough. Enough to keep them off our backs, anyway.

I told them I have an alibi.

And what if they don't back you up?

-Maybe we should tell Mum...

-No. We agreed.

Yeah, I know we did, but that was then.

-We're in a lot of trouble.

-You don't say a word, do you hear me?

Not a word. I'll handle this.

You tell me Moran was lying.

You were there?

Sharon...

Sharon...

It wasn't...

I didn't...

Did you see Brian? Did you talk to him?

Did something happen?

I'm sorry.

Paudge.

Just keep your mouth shut.

We were in the pub. I thought a few pints were in order.

-Sharon was a bag o' nerves.

-And?

We went back to mine.

And you were with her the whole time?

I am warning you, Paudge.

She did have to nip back to her own flat for a while.

Why?

Her phone...her charger.

-Paudge.

-She'd left it behind!

You're telling me that Sharon was too scared to stay in her flat

-on her own, but you let her wander off to get her charger?

-Yeah!

The thing was, Mammy was onto me asking what Sharon would eat...

I think she couldn't hack it, like. The fussing.

She needed a bit of space.

And why didn't you tell this to Rory?

Well, I didn't think much of it.

When did you next see her?

In the pub, about eightish.

Paudge, I know that you two are friends

and that you probably want to protect her.

But I'm going to need you to be straight with me.

-How did she seem, when she returned?

-You know Sharon.

-She was a bit shaken.

-Shaken?

Was it any wonder? You know what McGonigle put her through.

The girl was in pieces. She didn't have a clue what she was doing.

You went to his flat?

-Why?

-I don't know. OK? I don't know.

Did you see him?

DOOR OPENS

With me. Now.

-I'm sorry - I should've told you!

-But you didn't, did you?

Do you have any idea how much trouble you're in?

Look at me when I'm talking to you!

What the hell were you doing there?

Sharon, you went to Brian McGonigle's flat

the night before his trial. What is wrong with you?

-I wanted...

-You wanted what?

-He was getting away with it! I wanted to stop him.

-Stop him?

No, no, that's not what I meant. I didn't touch him.

-I didn't.

-Every time you open your mouth, you lie.

Do you know what you're doing?

You're making Brian McGonigle look like he was right about you.

That's right, Sharon, you just walk away.

What?

SHE SIGHS

Don't mind Nikki. She's freaking out.

Wait! Get back in there and defend yourself.

-They've made their minds up already that I'm guilty.

-No, they haven't.

Yes, they have.

Even you.

No, Sharon. Sharon, wait.

What do you think?

-Sharon? You know her better than I do.

-Do I?

I just took a call from Detective Leahy.

-I was supposed to talk to him.

-The forensics have found more than one print.

-And?

Could be the murder weapon. Traces of blood and hair. It's with forensics

and we should get results within the next hour.

-Which of our POI's gave elimination prints?

-All of them.

Except Sharon.

The break-in. Sharon gave prints, didn't she?

-You're not going to use them?

-Pass them on.

Doesn't she need to give consent?

Well, she hasn't given us much choice, has she?

-How long did forensics say it would take?

-About an hour.

Do you want to go?

Do we have to?

It'll be fine.

If they thought I did it, they wouldn't have let me out.

But still. They won't give up.

Did you explain to them where you were?

When I couldn't get hold of you?

I told them my phone must've been out of signal.

It's the truth.

They know that.

Don't worry about it, Mum.

Listen to your son. He's talking sense.

For once.

We have to put this behind us.

PHONE RINGS

SIRENS

You find Shazza?

Doesn't look good, does it?

Everyone's a bloody suspect with you. Even his wife.

She had motive and opportunity.

Who burns their clothes in the barbecue?

The Reids? Tommy. Sharon. Tattoo neck?

It's like Murder On The Orient Express.

They all had reason. Opportunity.

One of them killed Brian.

It's our job to find out who, however close they may be.

Put me through to forensics.

What? When did that happen?

OK. All right, thanks, John.

Boss?

Results are in. They just sent an e-mail.

This is it, lads.

They found a match?

Brian's blood, prints, hair...

and one other's.

Who was it? Who did it?