Episode 22 Red Rock

You touch another hair on her head, I will kill you.

It's over, Sharon.

I won.

What's this? McGonigle's address?

You're going to help me. You do that, these stay between us.

We made love, Dad, we had sex.

Get out!

Dad.

You can't do this!

Cause of death? Massive haemorrhage from a head trauma.

It's just become a murder investigation.

That night you were in my house... were you there the whole time?

Course I was. Do I ever lie to you?

First time for everything.

You carry a weapon which by size

and shape matches the same fatal blow that killed Brian McGonigle.

You do realise what it looks like, though?

That you were burning evidence.

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

and how all he thinks about is killing him.

If I did him, I'd be wearing his scalp around me neck,

like a trophy.

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

that you can't account for.

Blood. They're testing it now. I just found our murder site.

They found something down on the coast road.

Could be the murder weapon. There's traces of blood and hair.

Who was it? Who did it?

Who is it?

Who killed him?

Some random, was it?

Do we know them?

Boss?

Lads, will you give us a minute alone?

Please, lads, will you give us a minute alone?

That bad?

It's worse.

No way!

Motive, means - it was all there.

We should have known.

When are we going to bring them in?

Now.

What the hell happened that night?

Jules? Come on, Jules.

Jules, open the door!

Please.

Mel! Mel!

Sweetheart, come on, you don't believe that fella, do you?

That's Conor Tyrell, he's a junkie. Look, I never touched that girl.

What are you looking at? Get lost!

Mind your own bloody business, go on!

RINGING

Mark? Hey... What's going on?

No, yeah, no, fine, fine.

No hitches your end, right?

Good. Right. So I'll see you tomorrow at ten o'clock, yeah?

Hey, listen, Mark... Look, don't bother picking me up tomorrow, OK?

Jules is going to take me.

Yeah. So I'll see you then.

OK, and listen, man, listen - I owe you, OK? Big time.

Right.

I'm not going to stop till you open this door!

I'm going to call the guards!

RINGING

ANSWERPHONE

You have to call me. OK? Something's happened. It's Dad.

He's lost it.

Brian, I mean it.

Call me back.

HE SIGHS

Jesus..!

How long are you going to keep her up there?

You hit her? Dad, why?

BANGING

You've never hit either of us. Ever!

It's wrong, you know it is...

You want a coffee?

Come on, Dad - give me the key.

I'll talk to her!

Talk?!

Tea?

Dad, you have to stop this.

She just admitted it. She said they "made love"!

Yeah. Oh, yeah. She's in love with him, apparently.

She wants to have his babies.

She said that?

Yeah. She was up there right now packing her bags, Niamh,

getting ready to run away with him.

Have you called the guards?

Yeah. Yeah, I tried that, actually. You know what they said?

-They blamed me!

-I'll call Sean.

-Why? What's the point - the guards don't give a flying...

-Sean does!

Niamh, they're covering their arses, OK?

They don't give a damn about that little girl up there.

And do you think locking her up is going to make her tell the truth in court tomorrow?

I don't even care about court tomorrow.

I don't care about the trial any more, OK?

I only care about my daughter,

and I will not let that man touch her again!

I'm not letting her out, Niamh, and neither are you.

OK? If he so much as breathes near her again,

-it'll be the last breath he ever takes.

-Brian is going to prison.

Oh, he deserves worse than prison.

You stay away from him. Do you hear me?

You do not go near him. OK?

Promise me.

Argh!

Hurt yourself, did you?

Is this your handiwork? Is it?

-I should break your junkie neck.

-Your neighbour's a kiddie-fiddler!

-You little...

-You're feeling me up now, are you?

Do you want to spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair, do you?

Do you?

Big man.

Get off me!

You shut up and you listen to me.

You're going to go over there and you're going to knock on that door...

You'll tell Jules that you're sorry and you'll tell her that you lied.

Pervert!

Pervert? Me? What's that make you?

Yeah, I know all about you... Rachel told me all about you.

Is that what this is about? Is it?

She knocked you back, big fella. You get over it.

RINGING

Hi, this is Conor, leave a message after the tone.

Your dad's looking for you. Conor, give us a call...

Please. Come home...

-Oh, oh!

-You won't touch her again.

You're not man enough to use that.

You're not man enough, full stop, so Rachel tells me.

You should have run away when you could.

Ooh! Argh!

You're a dead man, Tyrell!

You're dead!

Where've you been? I was looking for you.

Why?

Mammy wants to know if you like sprouts.

And is there anything you're allergic to she should know about?

Only one thing.

Can we not talk about that man for one night?

Jules has taken him back.

What?

How?

How does he totally do it?

Just...charming his way into the family home.

And I thought she had a bit more sense to her.

Oh, well, she's going to court with him tomorrow.

How do you think that's going to look?

It doesn't change the facts.

He'll be exonerated. Back in blue by the end of the month.

BLACK and blue with a bit of luck.

In the Joy?

He's laughing, laughing, laughing at us, Paudge.

It's like he said. He's won.

Don't let McGonigle put the wind up you.

He needs to pay.

You're preaching to the converted.

What do you want?

Justice.

-I have to go home.

-Why?

-I forgot my charger.

Is it not there?

Yeah, I looked there already.

Sure Mammy's a drawer-full of the yokes at home.

Look, I'll see you at yours.

Don't worry about McGonigle. That scum will get what's coming to him.

You don't know that.

SIRENS

He did what?

No. Don't do anything.

Just...wait there.

Where are you?

Well, don't move. I'll come and get you.

Well, just stay there.

I wasn't sure you were going to come.

You didn't give me much choice. I thought he was going to kill you,

the way you were screaming on the phone.

What are you doing back with him, anyway?

You were well shot of that scumbag.

He said he'd changed.

Yeah, right!

I get lonely. Someone's a better option than no-one.

I'm not exactly overwhelmed with offers lately.

Not since you and me.

Don't.

Come on, come on, come on! Where the... Where the...

Argh!

KNOCK ON DOOR

Leave me alone.

FOOTSTEPS

RINGING

Finally!

-Where is it?

-You won't believe what's happened.

The passport! The fake one!

I don't know what you mean.

-Have you got it?

-You don't need it.

-Look, I do.

-Why? What's happened?

-I need you to bring it to me.

-When?

-Now!

-Brian...

-Don't come to the flat. You can't be seen here, OK?

-You got that?

-No, I can't!

Rachel, if you don't bring it now, I'll have to leave right away. You'll never see me again.

You got that? You understand?

-Rachel?

-Yeah.

Leave now, OK?

OK. Where will I meet you?

KNOCKING

Ray. Do you want a drink?

No.

Ray!

I'm in bed.

Fine.

Hello. This is Sergeant Tyrell. Red Rock Garda station.

Can you put me through to A&E, please?

You should go to the hospital with that.

It's fine.

So, how've you been?

I have to go.

Are you happy?

I'm glad for you.

I'll see you.

Could you not stay for another one?

Take care of yourself.

You can't go back there.

Worried about me?

You don't completely hate me, then.

You know I don't.

RINGING Sorry.

Hello, yeah?

Where did you look?

Everywhere.

Are you in the pub?

Yeah, well, I thought he might've come in here.

Right, yeah.

Well, he's going to be drunk somewhere, isn't he?

Rachel Reid might know something.

I'm not going near that girl. But keep looking.

He's got to be somewhere.

-I'm going to head.

-You're looking for Conor.

Yeah. It's nothing. He's just...

He's probably with his mates. Ange worries.

Yeah. He's using, isn't he?

I'd say I'm sorry...

Don't start, Ciara.

Start what?

You asked for help. You got it.

Nothing else is going to happen here. Me and you, we're finished.

I know!

Oh! Oh, I get it!

You thought I was making this up,

that I got Tony to knock the stuffing out of me,

just so I'd get to see you?

Do you really think that?

Don't flatter yourself.

I don't think that.

You could never lie to me.

I could always tell by your eyes.

Get a cab to your sister's.

You're still lying to Angela. Some things never change.

I've got to go.

HE SIGHS

CAR ALARM IN DISTANCE

-See?

-She's probably snoring by now.

What if she needs to use the loo?

Dad? Just leave the key with me.

Niamh, the alarm's going off, yeah?

Yeah, you said. I set it before I left.

OK, so somebody's robbing the place. Will I just leave them to it?

Dad, do not go after him.

It won't help. She'll hate you.

Niamh, that ship has already sailed, my love.

Do not touch him.

Niamh, listen to me. I'm going to the coffee shop.

OK? To knock the alarm off, that's all. I promise.

Much as I'd love to go and break his neck.

This'll all be over in a few weeks.

Yeah.

ALARM STILL GOING

Paudge? I need to see you now, please.

Sure that didn't even touch the sides.

What is it? Best of three, is it?

I want another drink. Is that OK with you?

Steady on. You have to have your wits about you tomorrow.

Cheers.

You don't want to be breathing gargle fumes all over the judge.

I won't.

Well, that's what you think - the rate you're going...

I'm not going to be there in court so it doesn't matter.

Yes, you are.

-There's no point, not now. I'm not going.

-So what was all that about

Brian getting what's coming to him?

Has he been at you again? Is that why you called me?

No. No, I've changed my mind. OK?

Sharon, I'm not as daft as I look.

You can tell me, what's up?

Brian...

I...

Don't be worrying about him.

That scrote'll be tucked up behind bars before too long...

playing footsie with his cellmate,

giving them the big "I am" in the cells, I'll bet.

But you have to go. You can't fall at the final hurdle.

You're not on your own. I'm behind you 100%.

Tell me what's up.

Nothing.

I'm just nervous.

You're not on your own.

If you weren't nervous, I'd be worried.

Now, give me that.

Mammy's got dinner on for us.

She'll be screaming blue murder if we don't get home in time.

I'm opening the door.

If you need the loo... if you want to chat?

I'll be downstairs.

Dad doesn't mean it. He's just worried about you running off.

Ray?

-Where've you been?

-Quickly. Give it to me.

Why? Why do you need it?

Look, do you have it or not?

-Yeah.

-Rachel, I don't have time for this. Just hand it over.

-Why? Where you going?

-I need to get out of here. Fast.

-What about the trial?

-The trial? You're kidding me?

-A one-way ticket to the Joy. No, thanks!

-No - I've been practising.

I know what to say - they're going to let you go.

Yeah, right. I doubt that.

Right now, your little boyfriend's probably with the guards telling them all sorts.

-Conor?

-Yeah. If Jules hasn't beaten him to it.

So, look, I got to go. Would you give it to me?

Hand it over.

ALARM

SILENCE

You're not leaving without me.

-What?

-Yeah. I'm coming with you.

It's fine. I've got everything.

-I don't...

-No!

We go together!

Rachel. We can't, not now. Don't you get this?

You're not leaving me here!

You can't come with me. I'm on the run!

Look, you don't want that. I don't even know where I'm going.

France. We're going to France,

just like you said, where we'll be legal

-and we're going to have a house.

-give me the passport.

-And then we're going to drink wine and have babies.

-I'll take it from you.

Conor?

Conor?

Son?

RINGING

Ange?

'Anything?'

I'm at the Pipes. There's no sign.

Try the Ridge.

I was there already.

So try again! Behind the old ice rink.

OK, I'm on the way.

RUSTLING

HE SIGHS

Look, you're scared. You don't have to be. I'm here.

OK?

No. Stop!

You can't go.

OK. You want me. Ever since that day in your study.

Don't... Don't...

No, you can't live without me. Please don't go.

Don't make me stay here without you.

Look, you'll have to.

My dad, he locked me in my room. He hit me!

Well, then, just go home. Make up with him.

If you leave, I'm going to kill myself.

I swear. I will.

And I'll do it this time and it'll be all your fault.

Oh, God.

Rachel, don't hurt yourself because of me.

Look, I'm not worth it. You've got your whole life ahead of you.

Just promise me. Promise me, you won't do anything stupid, OK?

I don't want to live without you.

No, please don't go.

Please!

No, if you go, I'm going to call my dad.

RINGING

Who is this?

Dad! It's Brian, he's doing a runner.

-Rachel?

-You were right, he's just a paedo.

Where's Niamh? Put Niamh on!

A sick, lying paedophile!

Oh! Is he in the house?

Rachel!

We're at the Pipes...

I'm not a paedophile.

Yeah, you are. Everyone says so.

-Have you had any more of Mel's friends...

-Don't!

Or was I the only one stupid enough to fall for you?

Stop it! You know that isn't the way it was.

Let me come with you.

Rachel, it can't happen between us.

It already has!

I just wanted to live in France with you.

We were going to have a big house. It was going to be sunny...

Rachel! Listen to me. It's over.

Don't say that.

Look, I'm finished.

I've lost my kids, my wife, everything I've ever worked for.

I've nothing left here.

-You have me!

-Don't!

You can't make me stay here alone.

Just go home.

How can I, when everyone hates me because of you?

They don't.

You fell in love.

We fell in love.

No, you shouldn't have.

No, we can't help it. We have a connection.

I'd be dead if it wasn't for you.

You saved me.

The day of the caravan.

No.

Yeah, you did. You saved my life.

Cleere saved you.

I left you.

I left you to die.

That's not true. No, you wouldn't do that.

SHE SCREAMS

I'm sorry.

Brian...

Say something.

SHE SOBS

No! Brian?

You're lucky that gang didn't kill you.

-I should beat the lard out of you myself!

-Get off me!

You throw up on those seats and you're cleaning them, you understand?

I'm not going anywhere with you.

Stop acting the eejit and shift your arse.

Tell me about your girlfriend.

Yeah, that's right, I saw you in the pub.

-Saw what?

-You, feeling her up.

-Just get into the car.

-Mum's going to love this.

Your mother knows all about her.

Rach?

Did you call an ambulance?

What happened?

He was leaving me.

Rachel, what happened?!

Who did this?

I did.

No, you couldn't have.

I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it.

I didn't mean to hurt you.

Look, I told you. Me and Ciara, it's over,

-and your mam knows all about it.

-All right, OK?

I don't want to throw up. I don't want to hear it again!

And I don't need to be running round half of Dublin looking for my son,

scared out my wits he's lying dead somewhere.

We don't always get what we want.

People don't live happily ever after.

Well, it didn't stop you spinning me a fairy story, did it?

-What?

-I've seen you with that slag before

with your tongue down her throat. Sick.

-Grow up, Conor.

-But you're not denying it.

No.

We were going through a bad patch. It happens, OK?

If you didn't love her, why didn't you split up?

Why do you think? You and Stephen.

Oh, yeah. Thought about calling it a day.

But we couldn't do it to you.

And what about that woman now? What's the story now?

Look, me and your mam, we're going to be OK.

I love her.

OK?

Today was a once-off.

Ciara was desperate, her lunatic ex was beating her up.

But you can't tell your mam.

If you've got nothing to hide, then...

Haven't I had your back enough lately?

We've risked everything for you.

To keep you safe. To keep you alive!

I know, OK? I know.

Is that really how you want to repay us?

I won't tell her, OK? I won't tell her.

Right, then.

ENGINE STARTS

HE GRUNTS

Rachel, sweetheart, I need a hand, I can't do it on my own.

Take his feet.

Rachel!

You have to help me! We've got to move him!

Maybe he's just unconscious. We can call an ambulance.

He's just blacked out, that's it.

He's dead, sweetheart.

He's gone.

You understand?

Good girl.

Take his feet.

Rachel, take his feet!

GLASS SHATTERS

Shit!

DISTANT VOICES

Come on, come on, come on. Get down.

Get down.

THEY LAUGH

Put that down, you'll only hurt yourself.

THEY BANTER

SHE WHIMPERS

Come on.

Come on!

Come on, come on, come on.

What are we going to do?

-It's going to be OK.

-Dad, I'm a murderer.

No, no, that's not what happened. It was self-defence, OK?

-He attacked you.

-No, I did this.

No, no. Listen to me. He attacked you, OK?

You did what you could and you just got away from him.

-No, Dad...

-Yes, listen...

-No!

-Listen, listen!

That's what we're going to tell the guards, OK?

He tried to rape you and you got away from him.

But I won't.

-You have to, Rach.

-No, I can't, I can't!

What phone did you use?

What phone did you use to ring me?

We need to get rid of it.

-It's this one. It's his.

-OK, good girl.

Here, get in the car.

-What are you going to...?

-Just get in the car.

What are you going to do to him?

You trust me. You trust me, don't you?

I'm going to make all this go away.

-You can't.

-I can, I can.

I'm your old man. I can do anything.

OK?

Listen to me, you're going to have to do exactly what I say.

OK, promise me, sweetheart. OK?

Come on, listen, listen. This never happened.

Nobody will never know, I promise.

I promise.

SHE BREATHES RAGGEDLY

I never would have believed it.

Can't argue with science.

Shall we go?

Yeah.

Second thoughts?

We're following the evidence.

You think we should call Dunne first?

ENGINE STARTS

Oh, my God, you are not watching that rubbish again.

It's even better the 11th time, you should give it a try.

Or I could stick pins in my eyes.

You're a heathen. No soul.

Come on, Dad, you know you want to.

Oh, you think your old man's that easy, do you?

-DOORBELL RINGS

-Saved by the bell.

If that's Sean...

I'll just tell him to run for the hills.

Popcorn?

DOORBELL RINGS AGAIN

-What?

-We've got visitors.

Sorry to interrupt.

I thought you were dinner.

No such luck, Skip. Is Conor home?

Why?

Is that the pizza, Mum?

All right, Conor?

Yeah, erm...

We're just about to eat, so whatever this is, can we do it later?

We got the forensics back on the murder weapon.

The fingerprints.

Good news. Great.

They're Conor's.

-What?

-They can't be!

-No, no. No way! No, no!

This must be a mistake.

I wish.

Yes, it's a mistake!

-I didn't kill him! Dad, I didn't!

-I know, son, I know.

We've got Conor's prints and Brian's blood.

I'm sorry. You know what I have to do now.

-No, don't.

-Conor Tyrell...

-No, you've got this wrong.

-Please!

Conor Tyrell, I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murder

of Brian Stephen McGonigle.