Episode 23 Red Rock

You can make all this go away. Nobody will ever know. I promise.

Sharon, you went to Brian McGonigle's flat the night before

his trial. What is wrong with you?!

If you tell your mam, all you're going to do is upset her.

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

We got the forensics back on the murder weapon.

-They're Conor's.

-I didn't kill him!

-Conor...

-Please!

-Conor Tyrell,

I'm arresting you

on suspicion of the murder of Brian Stephen McGonigle.

DOOR UNLOCKING

Come on.

This will all be cleared up soon, Tommy.

It will.

Boss...

-Boss, I just want to apologise.

-Not now, Sharon.

-Look, I know what

-I did was wrong.

-This is not the time.

I will talk to you later.

Detective Inspector.

Have you had breakfast?

I think we'll skip the pleasantries.

OK.

Conor, we just want to know what happened.

Producing Garda evidence, O-W-0-5-3.

We believe that this was used to inflict the blow

that killed Brian McGonigle.

His skull was shattered.

We found traces of his blood,

his fingerprints.

His.

And yours.

CONOR EXHALES

DISTANT SIREN BLARING

-I made it nice and strong for you.

-Thanks. What's going on in there?

You know I can't.

Of course. Sorry.

But he's being looked after.

So, you're looking well, Tommy.

After the whole heart thing, I mean.

Probably all solids and exercise now, eh?

I try to avoid stressful situations.

Anyway, we'll leave you to it.

-"You're looking well"?

-I panicked, OK?

SHE SIGHS

You asked me to find him.

If we'd looked harder, we mightn't be here.

What are you saying?

What if?

Don't.

It's not impossible, Ange.

-CONOR:

-I told you, he tried

-to attack me and I grabbed that thing to defend myself.

-OK.

-So, that explains your prints?

-Yes!

-This is all on record.

We're going round in circles here.

Did you land any blows?

No, I only picked it up to scare him off.

-OK, but then you explain why Brian's blood is on this.

-I can't.

CONOR SIGHS

Wait...

That night that, er,

that night he was fixing his tyre and he cut himself...

He cut himself, I remember now, he cut himself.

-Oh, you remember now, do you?

-Yeah, I do remember now, because that's what happened.

And none of this was witnessed by a single soul?

Right out in the open, in a residential area?

And what are you driving at?

We believe this argument took place all right,

just not outside the McGonigle's.

-At the Pipes.

-I wasn't there! I wasn't at the Pipes!

Your DNA was.

DNA?

What kind?

Blood.

That place is a regular haunt for Alex.

Conor could've shot up there any time in the past.

She's right, I did.

OK, so Brian would know where to find you.

No, he wouldn't know where to find me!

And this was after you had told his wife

and his daughters about Rachel Reid.

Now, for all of Brian's faults, he did love his family,

so he must have been raging.

So he followed you and he tracked you down at the Pipes.

-Now you're clutching at straws.

-There was a fight.

He tried to strike you with this wheel brace,

-but you turned the tables...

-It never happened, OK?

It never happened.

You really think he was able to overpower a trained guard?

A trained guard was blackmailing your parents.

You push someone hard enough,

you'd be surprised what you're capable of.

MUSIC AND CHATTING IN BACKGROUND

"Call me some time, Nick."

Hitting on a guard's girlfriend? Ballsy move, Nick.

-He left her for you, you dope.

-The blondie fella?

Yeah, you should totally call him.

Oh, chuck it, go away.

What do you reckon, Raye? Should she call this guy?

Why not? He seemed nice.

-There's already a man in my life.

-Who, David?

Hilarious. I meant Luke.

Yeah, well, you two have been getting on very well lately.

-We've been getting on better. Big difference.

-OK, fine.

No, Niamh, seriously, don't.

-This is what happens when the boss's back is turned.

-Buzz kill.

-What?

-Nothing. Want a lift to school?

-Yeah.

Thank you.

Dad.

Yeah, let's go.

Did Brian attack you first, Conor?

Did he?

No-one would blame you for defending yourself.

If someone tries to hurt you, you fight back, right?

-My client is entitled to a break.

-No. Not yet.

Think about your poor ma and da.

All they've been through.

I know what you're trying to do, OK?

-Don't cause them any more pain by lying.

-I'm not...lying.

Letting this drag on.

I tell you what, if you end this now,

maybe we can come to an arrangement about the other charge.

Getting rid of the body?

-What?

-See, that's a serious crime, too.

But we can make that go away.

This is low and you know it.

You drove him in his own car to Kilmeaden Bay.

-I don't even know where that place is!

-It's nice and quiet.

-Good spot to dump a body.

-I need a break. I need a break now, OK?

And he floated back into our lives.

-You ever see a body after it's been in the water?

-OK, that's enough.

-All the crabs and little fishies have had a good old nibble.

-Rory.

We'll pick this up where we left off, OK?

God, I could murder a cigarette right now.

You haven't smoked in 20 years.

Times like these, though...

Well, you're not starting now.

-Not with that dodgy heart.

-You're no fun.

How is he?

-As well as can be expected.

-How are they treating him?

Like a murder suspect.

They're going at him pretty hard.

-They think they have their man.

-What do you think?

The forensic evidence against him is strong.

-Look... Well, it's a mistake. It has to be.

-There's no need to panic.

Well, how can you say that?

Because the rest of the case is circumstantial.

-Just take a breath, Ange.

-No.

I need to talk to Nikki.

Security, there's nothing I can do...

Nikki. Nikki!

It wasn't him.

You have got to believe that.

I can't ignore the evidence, Angela. You know that.

Kill Brian? I...

I don't even think he's thrown a decent punch in his life.

-Everyone has a breaking point.

-What happened in there?

Don't, Rory.

Well, I can just imagine what you put him through.

But he's a boy, he's still a boy. Please, let me see him.

You know that's not going to happen.

Look, I don't care what he did or didn't do,

I just want to tell him I love him.

I am begging you.

Ten minutes.

-OK. I get that Angela's a mate, but...

-Concern noted.

-ANGELA:

-No, we haven't got long.

So, how are you holding up?

Why do they think it was you?

Fingerprints on the wheel brace from his car.

And his blood's on it, too.

OK, love, OK.

What, they think you're lying?

-They think you did it.

-I know, but...

Listen to me, Conor...

I love you.

So does your dad.

Nothing you can tell me here is going to change that.

-I'm sorry I messed everything up.

-It doesn't matter now.

-All that matters is you tell the truth.

-I didn't do anything.

But if you did, I understand.

He was a liar and a bully, a monster and I'm not sorry he's dead.

If you did it...

..just tell me.

Please.

It won't make any difference, not to me, I love you. No matter what.

But if I find out you were lying to me,

-you lie to me and I don't want to ever see you...

-No.

-No, Ma!

-Yes.

-No.

-Yes!

So tell me the truth.

Did you kill Brian?

No, I didn't kill Brian, OK? No, I swear, Mum! No!

Look, I saw him, but when I left him he was alive, I didn't kill him.

I didn't kill him, Ma.

-And the Oscar goes to?

-I don't know, Rory.

You didn't fall for that little performance?

Angela knew exactly what she was doing.

Look, my heart breaks for her, Tommy too, I get how you feel.

-He's the skipper's son, Rory, you know?

-And if he wasn't?

Conor Tyrell is guilty.

We both know he is.

I swear to God, you pee yourself again and I'll tie a knot in it!

-Hey, any word on Conor?

-No.

Sarge must be in bits.

Well, I thought you'd be happy.

And you're in the clear, I suppose I am an' all.

He's Angela's son, stop pretending you don't care.

I need to get him booked in.

Please, Paudge, please, can we just talk about this?

Now you want to talk.

You're not going to peg it out the door like a scalded cat?

-I just need to clear my head.

-Is that it?

Do you think I was doing a runner?

Can you blame me?

You didn't answer my calls. You know what I thought?

Next time I see my partner, she'll be in cuffs.

-Paudge...

-Then I was thinking, how am I going to break this to Mammy?

That nice girl, Sharon, guess what she's gone and done?

-I didn't.

-You should have told me everything.

Hiya. This is mad.

-What is it?

-Conor.

He's the one they arrested.

You should go home.

I'd rather stay here with you.

What about Stephen?

He's fine.

We had a good chat.

He knows what's going on.

What did you tell him?

That it's all a misunderstanding.

And you believe that?

I do now.

Sergeant Tyrell couldn't break him.

Then he must be telling the truth.

-Hey.

-Hiya.

-Hey, Rach.

Up to your eyes, huh?

Yeah, I'm just trying to get it done before the weekend.

Listen, er...

-Something's come up.

-Oh, Abi got a new car, so we're thinking of

-going somewhere on Saturday.

-Who's Abi?

She's just a girl from school.

Yeah? Never mentioned her before.

Well, she's cool.

She doesn't treat me like the rest of them.

What's up?

No, it's...it's nothing.

I thought maybe me and you could do something this weekend.

-Sorry, Dad, I can't ditch her.

-No, of course you can't.

She's going to find out sooner or later.

-And when she does, she's going to go mad.

-We don't know that.

Yes, we do. She likes Conor.

She went out with him, she's going to think

that what he did was because of her.

-Yeah, but it may not come to that.

-You're joking.

-Sean only said he was arrested, right?

-So?

-Not charged.

And if they do charge him?

-You make the tea?

-Yeah.

Conor Tyrell, we're not going for an extension,

get him set up to go home.

Social media. What would we do without it?

What am I looking at?

It's Conor's.

What's this?

So what? He likes drinking with his mates.

The same place.

If you could just... sign here, please.

Thanks. Good to go.

OK? Let's go home.

Angela.

Look, I'm tired, Nikki, we're all tired.

-Whatever it is, this can wait.

-This can't wait.

-Oh, for God's sake!

-We're not done with Conor.

-An extension? What grounds?

No extension. New evidence came to light.

-You do know where Kilmeaden Bay is?

-What?

The place we found Brian's car abandoned.

You were drinking there with your mates a while back.

-I drink in loads of places.

-We have proof.

-Photos from his computer.

-Hang on.

-Do not make this harder.

-They said I could go.

-No, Conor.

-Take your hands off my son.

-You need to calm down.

-Don't you tell me to calm down.

I never thought you would be like this. I thought you were my friend.

-This isn't personal, Angela.

-Isn't it?

Is this because I kept you in the dark about Conor's addiction?

-Sean, take Angela...

-We need to let Claire deal with this.

And I bet Dunne was on your back as well, wasn't he?

Needed a killer, didn't care who, so you'd find him one!

You didn't care that he's my son!

I'm going to read you something and I need you to listen.

It is crucial that you understand.

No, you are making a mistake!

Conor James Tyrell, you are charged that on the 12th of April 2016

at the Pipes in Red Rock,

you did murder Brian McGonigle, this being contrary to common law.

Do you understand, Conor?

Good morning. Shall we crack on?

I'm going to read a brief statement, after which, I'm afraid,

I won't be taking any questions.

Yesterday evening, Garda at Red Rock station charged

a 21-year-old man with the murder of Brian McGonigle.

The prisoner has been placed on remand in Mountjoy prison

pending any bail application.

This was an extremely challenging investigation.

All lines of inquiry were carefully pursued.

I'd like to commend everyone at Red Rock Garda station

for their tireless work.

Their efforts are in the finest tradition of An Garda Siochana.

-RADIO:

-Superintendent Dunne then offered some sympathy to the family of Mr McGonigle

and asked that they now be left to grieve in peace.

The accused, a local man, has just been named as Conor Tyrell.

The 21...

Rachel, Rachel. Listen to me. Listen, it's a mistake. OK?

Then why arrest him?

Because they're... casting a net. I don't know.

Dad, they said that they'd charged him.

Yeah, but that's just what they do, sweetheart, that's just procedure.

-No, he's in prison, Dad.

-Yeah, I know.

And we both know they've got it wrong.

-Don't we, yeah? So they'll let him out, won't they?

-When?

-When?

-I don't know, sweetheart.

Today, probably. Tomorrow. Soon. Yeah?

But right now, OK, what we can't do is give anything away.

OK? We just have to stay really calm, sweetheart, and not panic.

This is all my fault.

No, it's not. Now, remember what I told you.

None of this is your fault.

OK?

Why don't you come into the cafe with us today?

You can do your revision in there.

Yeah? Good girl, go on, go and get your books.

OK.

-Has Stephen gone?

-Yeah.

-Did you sleep?

-No.

I doubt that Conor slept much either.

-The thought of him in there, in that place.

-It won't be for long.

Claire's on top of it.

I hope so.

-We have to stay positive for him, OK?

-I need him home, Ange.

-I'll have a full report later, sir.

-The prisoner's name is out there.

-How long before they make the connection to Sergeant Tyrell?

-Sir.

I am going to spend the whole day firefighting your sorry mess.

Red Rock, under your watch,

has become a byword for Garda mismanagement.

You are aware of that, aren't you, Acting Detective Inspector?

-Well...

-So do me a favour.

No more screw-ups. Do you think you can manage that?

Yes, sir.

You solved the case. What more does he want?

-He's such a happy little fellow, isn't he?

-I know.

The other day, Keith tripped on a rug and Luke cracked himself,

so Keith kept doing it again and again.

I don't know who enjoyed it more.

-Right, I'd better get back.

-Yeah.

You be good for your da, now, won't you?

-And leave him in what I put him in, yeah?

-What do you mean, yesterday?

Ah, what he was wearing was stinking, I had to change that.

Into something your ma bought.

Right, little man, we'll get matching tattoos,

a couple of scoops and then straight to the strippers.

Right, say goodbye to Mummy.

You're right, nothing going on there at all.

Just Patricia interfering is all.

Have you seen this?

-Why did he do it, do you think?

-How would I know?

-Conor's a nice kid, I can't believe it.

-He's a junkie.

-Well, it's the truth.

-We're sure he did it?

Nikki wouldn't have charged him otherwise.

Thank you, Garda Holden. OK, guys, business as usual.

No talking to the press,

and be very careful what you say to your friends and even your family.

And absolutely everything by the book. Understood?

-Yes.

-Yes?

-Yes.

-OK.

-How's Sarge?

-I haven't seen him since yesterday.

But she's strong, I'm sure she'll manage.

Is there anything we can do for her?

Obviously, if there's any slack you can pick up in terms of

her workload, I'm sure she'd really appreciate that.

-So would I.

-We're on it.

OK. OK, guys, dismissed. Go on.

A word, Sharon.

Guys, guys, can you make yourself scarce?

Now. Thank you.

I don't even want to know what you were doing at Brian's that day.

I'd had a few drinks. The trial was the next day, I thought he might...

And what? Thought you were going to stand guard at his door?

-Barricade him in his flat?

-I know it sounds stupid, I get that.

No, you're very lucky because I'm not going to take this any further.

The press have enough to be crawling over.

They are going to crucify Angela

and I'm not going to give them another head to put on a stick.

I see. Thank you.

Do not think that this lets you off the look.

You so much as fart in my direction and I'll know. Do you understand?

Yes, boss.

Now get back to work.

So?

No further action.

Then why the long face?

She was so angry.

Oh, you poor thing.

Right, you can drive.

Just stop, stop.

I can't do this, I can't have you mad at me like this.

I know I should have been straight with you, I know that.

-But after what I did...

-Hang on.

What did you do?

What did you do?

He had his back turned.

And he was right there for me to...

And I had my baton raised.

You didn't...

I wanted to.

That's why I went there.

I tried to tell myself that I was just going to talk to him,

tell him to leave me alone once and for all, but...

..it wasn't true.

I went there to kill him.

How was I supposed to tell you that?

PHONE RINGS

Hello? Will you just stop, will you?!

The press will find another story soon enough.

OK...

looking forward, um... Ange, you'll know all about this.

In a week, Conor will have a bail hearing.

-OK.

-Because of the seriousness of the charge, the bond will be high.

What are we talking?

15,000.

-Five payable upfront.

-Yeah, ballpark.

And how are we supposed to afford that? I can't even work now.

I can try and talk them down, but...

But if you can't, he's banged up in the Joy until the trial?

-Let's hope not.

-You saw him.

He's not going to last. And he was so close, wasn't he, Ange?

He was almost back to himself.

Look, worst comes to the worst, there's the drugs programme,

-counselling...

-Oh, so that's him sorted, then?

With scumbags throwing gear over the wall?

We're not giving up, OK?

He didn't do it.

I know it. You know it.

However we do it, no matter how long it takes...

..we're bringing our son home in one piece.

Quite the headline, don't you think?

More of a broadsheet man, myself.

You know, as much as I want to ignore this

and dismiss it as the trash that it obviously is,

we can't just stick our heads in the sand here, can we?

-I totally agree.

-Good.

OK, so now's the time to start putting things right,

starting with Sergeant Tyrell.

I suggest that we keep her out of the public eye.

Hmm.

Yeah, with the best will in the world,

keeping her out of sight is ignoring the problem.

I can't send her on leave cos we're short-staffed as it is.

No, no. I was thinking of something...more permanent.

-Well, I really don't...

-Please.

Sergeant Tyrell needs to be persuaded

that her resignation is the best option here,

both for her and the job.

You can't do that.

Oh, I'm not going to do it.

You are.

Full report from Conor's mobile provider.

They confirm what we already know -

no calls made immediately prior to the murder or after.

Oh, and I've got Conor's mate coming in to make a formal statement.

He admitted that Conor was involved

in the decision to go to Kilmeaden Bay.

-Nikki?

-What?

Yeah, it all sounds great. Well done.

So, what did Dunne have to say?

Does it matter?

Can I just say this has been the biggest case of my career

and obviously you know that, but...

..I've learned a lot, thanks to you.

-Every cloud, eh?

-I know it's been a total head-wreck

so if you want to take some time out,

I'm more than happy to take on some of your work...

What, so I can go and get my tash waxed?

-Just do your own job, Rory, will you? Sean?

-Aye?

-Call Angela. Tell her to come and see me immediately.

-No problem.

David brought that in for you. He's really spoiling the little lad.

-I love that place.

-Yeah. Patricia loves it, too.

Thanks.

How's it going?

You know, I do get it.

-What you said - that it's your fault what Conor did.

-Yeah, right.

Well, it's NOT.

-You have to know that.

-I've got a lot to do.

Rachel, Conor is an adult. He's responsible for his own actions.

And if he did that to Brian, then it's HIS choice.

You can't blame yourself.

But I do.

BELL TOLLS

I thought you might be hungry.

Paudge, say something.

-Jesus, I told them to put plenty of salt...

-Paudge, please.

We're grand.

We'll always be grand.

Just don't go try and murder anyone again, you hear me?

Don't let them go cold.

Thanks.

This is a once-off.

Don't be expecting me to go buying lunch for you every day.

I appreciate you coming in, Angela.

I imagine it's a very difficult time.

I just want you to know that we're all here for you.

I hope you know that.

And I want to reassure you

that Conor is being looked after in Mountjoy.

He's safe there.

Thank you, sir.

What is it you wanted to talk to me about?

Well, we want to help you find a way forward.

The press attention, it's only going to get worse.

I can handle it.

No. Every corner of your life, it's going to get probed.

You know, your friends are going to be questioned,

your words are going to be twisted.

Sticks and stones.

All I care about is bringing Conor home.

OK. Look, what I'm suggesting...

Your other son, Stephen, how's he bearing up?

Because he's going to be fair game as well.

He's fine.

You know, I mean, those vultures, they just...

They won't leave him alone.

I'm sure that she's keeping an eye on him, sir.

And your husband, Tommy, I believe he's been unwell?

I mean, that's a lot on your plate.

I mean, looking after Stephen and Tommy

and a stressful career on top of that...

This job means the world to me, sir.

And I'd like to think my colleagues will help me through it.

Nikki?

Inspector Grogan?

Then you retain the support of your fellow colleagues, myself included.

That is not...

And I'd like to see you back in uniform when you're able.

Thank you.

-I don't get what I've done wrong.

-This.

-And what about it?

David, I may not be able to afford much, but I do dress Luke well.

-You know it, she knows it.

-And I never said you didn't.

You think that's from my mum?

Her, you - same thing. What does it matter?

-It'll still be her money that paid for it.

-Just have a look.

-What difference will that make?

-No harm in a sneak peek.

He's a bit small for it now, but he'll grow into it.

What's this in aid of?

For being a great mum.

Do you like it?

-I love it.

-Good.

We had an understanding.

No, I know what we agreed, but just when it came time to it,

-it felt wrong.

-Oh, it did, did it?

Sir, the press are going to be all over us.

If we hand them Angela's resignation,

they'll never get off our backs.

You know, they could come after me.

Or you.

Really, Nicola?

-You want to play games?

-This isn't a game, not to me.

No.

Course not.

Do you mind if I sit here?

So, Niamh asked me to talk to you.

-What about?

-About Conor.

Is he OK?

As well as, yeah.

Niamh thinks you're beating yourself up about all of this,

-blaming yourself.

-So?

-So, I can't say too much, but there's more to it.

-Like what?

Let's just say Conor had more reason to hurt Brian

-than just what he was doing to you.

-What do you mean?

I can't say, but, trust me, he did.

You think he did it? He didn't. It wasn't him.

Listen, Rachel, Brian was using Conor to blackmail his mum.

It was all about the trial, not you.

-Hey, what's going on?

-But he didn't do it!

We don't charge anyone until we're more or less certain...

-Where is he now?

-Hey, hey, hey, not here, Sean, OK?

-I'm only trying to help.

-Where is he?

-In prison.

-You promised me.

-Rachel, sweetheart, I'll take you home...

Rach, Rach, Rach...

You said that they'd let him go by now.

They will. They will.

Look, I need to get you home, sweetheart.

-We can't talk about this...

-Sean said they think that he did it.

-What does Sean know? All this is way out of his league.

-You lied to me.

No, listen, I'm telling you,

-the detectives will realise it wasn't Conor.

-I need to talk to him.

No, Rachel, listen, he's bound to have an alibi, yeah? Or...

Look, I don't know, there must be something.

What if there isn't? What then?

It's too late, sweetheart.

We made our bed. Now we just have to keep going.

-OK, look, there's nothing connecting...

-I don't care!

Conor's in prison and it's our fault.

OK, so, look, we'll just have to wait it out, OK,

-and then if things don't change...

-No, NO!

I'm going to tell the truth.

Excuse me. Move! Hey!

HEY!

BELL RINGS Hello?