Episode 27 Red Rock

Me and Katie, we're moving in together.

David doesn't want me around. He's trying to manipulate you.

He's looking out for me.

He's covering his arse.

-Get off!

-You slept with her.

What are you talking about?

Siobhan.

He was there. The night Darren died.

We did it together.

QUIET, TINNY MUSIC

PHONE VIBRATES

HE SIGHS

Look, it's me.

Look, I don't know what Michael was saying.

He was lying.

You have to believe me.

Anyway...just please call me back!

PHONE CHIMES

I'm telling you. The world's gone PC mad.

I tried helping this oul one get off a bus with her trolley

the other day. She accused me of ageism!

Oh, so that's what this is, then.

-What?

-Arrived this morning.

An official complaint against Garda Patrick Brennan,

harassment of a senior citizen.

Too easy!

Come on, you little toe rag.

Right now, coming through!

Come here to me!

Come here to me, you!

Hey! Come on to me, you! Hey!

Come here! Come... Hey!

Hey!

Not bad, darling. Not bad at all.

I was stopping the pair of you.

What the hell is going on in here?

This is Barry Lyons.

Also known as Osama Bin Robbin.

He's been on PULSE alerts for months.

Should be ashamed of yourself.

-How do you...

-Let me guess. You're the new sergeant.

Sergeant John O'Riordan, reporting for duty.

-HE GROWLS LASCIVIOUSLY

-Oh!

Here. I'm working.

I thought you women were all about multitasking, huh?

I'll multitask you.

All right, love?

You're up early.

What's up?

-Not pregnant again, are you?

-No.

What's Lord Fauntleroy done this time?

It's about the night that Darren died.

-KNOCKING

-Yeah?

Sergeant O'Riordan. Come on in.

Johno, please. Sergeant's a bit...

Johno it is, then. You come with a bit of a reputation.

-Good or bad?

-Oh, all good.

Must have been my mother you were talking to.

For the most part.

Look, station's been through the mill the last year.

Yeah, I read the papers.

So then you know your predecessor, he left a nasty taste behind.

Not over yet, by all accounts.

I also read about Sergeant Tyrell's son.

Case is still ongoing.

Place could do with a bit of a morale boost.

Course.

Firm but fair.

Last station, I had a few who enjoyed late nights,

but not early shifts, you know, blue flu.

Didn't last long, let me tell you.

Good to know.

Not something you'd do yourself, of course.

Hm?

Sickie Grogan?

Excuse me?

A bit of a party animal by all accounts.

Out all night. Sleep all day.

I think you have the wrong Grogan.

Wasn't your first post in...Letterkenny?

Your old Sarge and me are buddies.

Don't worry, boss.

I'll have the place shipshape in no time.

Why didn't you say anything?

Just trying to take it all in meself.

You know, we were supposed to move in together, be a family...

What's going on?

Tell him.

Katie.

The night Darren was killed...

Michael wasn't the only one there.

What?

David was there, too.

The two of them, against our Darren.

How...?

Michael. Last night.

And him here in our house?!

Him here with our baby Luke?!

Katie...

Katie, what are you doing?

Have you any idea what you've done?

Secrets and lies.

It's always the same with you, isn't it?

Claire, this isn't the time.

Isn't it?

I was your solicitor,

and you lied to me.

You all lied to my face, over and over.

And if you'd known the truth,

could you have prevented David being charged?

Would both boys have gone to prison?

At least justice would have been served.

Oh, get off your high horse, Michael.

You know what? I'm going to Katie. I have to fix this.

You can't go to the Kiely house.

-I can and I am.

-Just stop!

What if Katie's already gone to the Guards?

She wouldn't do that. There's no way.

INSISTENT BELL-RINGING

Keep your hair on, I'm coming, all right?

Get me Nikki.

-She's in a meeting.

-Now!

You do realise the enormity of what you're saying?

-I know exactly what I'm saying.

-OK.

-All right. If this is true...

-If?!

-IF?!

-This is a strong allegation.

Murdering scum, the pair of them.

Mr Kiely.

Dad.

This would mean reinvestigating Darren's death as a murder enquiry.

Bleeding right.

You think I'm lying?

No.

How did Michael seem when he said it to you last night?

Well, he'd just found out

his brother had slept with his girlfriend.

-So he was angry?

-Maybe he was trying to get back at his brother.

You didn't see their faces.

David. His mother. She knew.

All three of them.

We were planning to move in together.

Be a family.

You know, fresh start?

And all that time he knew...

He knew what he'd done.

You know how that makes me feel?

He was there.

He killed Darren.

Now what are you going to do about it?

Wait here.

I'll continue on in here. Get a full statement.

Sergeant O'Riordan. Can you accompany Garda Holden?

-What's going on?

-Sean'll fill you in.

Bring them in straightaway. Separate cars.

I want them kept apart.

The last thing I need is them concocting some cover story.

Still nothing.

-So what now?

-We wait.

You need to talk to Katie.

-Me?

-Mum.

Just tell her it was a mistake. You were angry.

Finding it hard to adjust since you got out.

Make myself out to be some deranged psychopath?

Wouldn't be far from the truth.

Shut up, David.

Why should I help him?

Do you want to end up back in prison?

Who are you more scared for, Mum? Me going back or David?

-Both of you!

-Maybe it's what we both deserve.

Oh, don't be stupid, Michael. You've got to do this.

Claire, please?

DOORBELL DINGS

Garda Holden!

Can we come in?

Michael. Listen to me.

David was not there when Darren died.

Your only hope is as a united front.

David and Michael Hennessy.

I'm Sergeant O'Riordan.

We'd like you to come down to the station

to answer some questions relating to the death of Darren Kiely.

-And if we don't?

-Michael.

I can drive them down. It's no trouble.

That won't be necessary.

So what's it to be?

Are you coming? Or do you want us to come back and arrest you?

She did us proud.

Come on, love. Let's get you home.

Excuse me.

I'm here to see my boys.

I'm afraid you'll have to take a seat.

Snuck them in the back way, did they?

Just like they snuck up on our Darren. The pair of them.

Cat got your tongue?

Mrs Kiely.

Oh, we're just having a little chat, me and Patricia. Isn't that right?

No crime.

This is just a massive misunderstanding.

Your Michael says different.

Am I going to have to separate you two?

Michael's made a mistake. And I'm here to clear it up.

Murdering my son was the only mistake.

Bridge, let's wait this one out.

At least Michael's been a man about it.

Kept quiet. Done his time.

And the other one?

David?

He's another kettle of fish, him.

He's probably in there spilling his guts all over the place, that one.

How long'll HE last in Mountjoy? I wonder.

Shut.

Your.

Mouth.

Or what?

-Here, Ma.

-Bridge, Bridge!

CHOKING DOOR LOCK BUZZES

Enough!

You. Sit. Now.

Thank you, officer.

You come with me. You'll park your hams inside.

Katie.

-Come on. In.

-DOOR BUZZES

Come on, in.

Look.

Just because Michael said that stuff, it doesn't mean it's true.

Katie was convinced.

Yeah, Katie.

She's just getting herself worked up over nothing.

So why would he say it?

Cos I slept with his girlfriend.

You slept with his girlfriend?

You're classy.

-Questioning his morality now?

-It's OK.

He was angry.

-Oh, I bet he was.

-Listen...

Michael hasn't been adjusting well, since prison.

Really?

I heard that he was a model prisoner. Kept his head down.

Would you say he was as angry as you were

the night that you helped kill Darren Kiely?

-I'll let you know when she crosses the line.

-So...

..Michael was angry enough to frame you for murder.

Katie was angry enough to believe his lies.

So your brother and your girlfriend, they were both angry enough

that they would send you to prison?

Is that what you're saying, David?

That's pretty much it, yeah.

Do you know what I think would make them both that angry?

The truth.

You were there, that night with Darren...

but Michael covered for you...

and now he's jealous over this girl.

He's sick of covering for you.

He's sick of lying for you.

So he told Katie the truth.

-No.

-Yeah.

-No.

-No?

-No.

This is your chance, David.

This is your chance to tell the truth.

Were you there when Darren Kiely died?

SUDDEN GROAN

Oh, God. Claire?

Claire!

-PANTING

-Is she OK?

My waters...

OK. You're OK. Get an ambulance.

You're OK.

SHE BREATHES DEEPLY

Take your time.

Take your time, take your time.

-Oh, Claire!

-I'm fine, Mum.

SHE GROANS

Shhh...

SHE BREATHES DEEPLY

-How's Claire?

-The baby's coming!

Michael, you have to put this right.

You mean lie to the Guards again. For him?

However mad you are with him, he is your brother.

He's a useless, selfish parasite.

Michael, if you don't do this, David will be taken away from me -

and so will you. Again.

-I can't go through all that.

-You shouldn't be out here, love.

Don't you "love" me. I am talking to my son.

Not now, you're not. Come on.

Any word on Claire?

No. Not yet. If I hear anything...

-Thanks.

-Are you OK to go on without her?

Well used to you lot by now.

Must be good to be out in time for the new arrival.

Yeah.

OK.

How was it - the Joy?

Did my time. Got out.

Must've been difficult, though.

You're a nice enough guy. You're well-educated.

It must have been tough in there with all those...

Criminals?

Yeah.

I survived.

I'm sure you have no desire to go back in there.

What do YOU think?

I just hope that fear of going back to prison won't stop you

telling the truth here.

I'll tell you all the truth you need,

as soon as you start asking some actual questions.

-Fair enough.

-Now, can we crack on? My sister's having a baby, so...

Course. All right, let's start at the beginning.

Your brother, David Hennessy -

was he involved in the beating of Darren Kiely that led to his death?

Was he there?

SHE GROANS

Are we expecting your partner?

Er...

No, he...

He... No.

Family? Mother?

I'm alone, OK?

Got it.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just...

It's OK. Don't worry, you're going to be calling me all sorts.

You win a prize if I haven't heard it before.

Hi.

Oh... How you doing? Hello.

I want you to go.

-What?

-Now.

-Where?

-I don't care. I don't want you here.

Claire, love...

This was meant to be the happiest day of my life.

Me surrounded by the people I love, welcoming our baby into the world.

I don't want the first person our baby sees

to be someone who lies and connives and cheats.

-Claire, please...

-What sort of mother are you?

Claire, you need me.

You need me here.

No. I don't.

Leave!

Now!

What's the deal with the two of yous?

I mean, he gets the pub, he gets to flirt with girls all day.

You get stuck in a pokey office with your mother?

Do you think he cares about you, Michael?

I know that he slept with your girlfriend.

I know that he let you take the blame for Darren's death.

Talk to me.

He was there that night, wasn't he?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry to Katie, the Kielys.

Raking all this back up again.

They just want the truth.

They want justice for Darren.

I'm tired.

Tired of the lies.

The deceit...

So now's your chance.

David's no killer.

He'd slept with Siobhan, I was angry...

..but I'm responsible. It was all me.

He had nothing to do with it.

It's done. It's over. You're a free man.

-How are you out?

-Because he lied.

No. You are the liar!

How can you just let him walk away?

Cos I didn't do anything.

Tell me. Tell me to my face.

-Go on!

-I have to get to Claire.

This isn't right, and you know it. Darren deserves justice!

Will you stop?! Will you stop, Katie?

No, I saw the look on your face AND your mother's.

It's over. He lied.

Now, we need to sort this out for Luke's sake.

You honestly think I'm going to let you anywhere near my son?

A murderer? My brother's murderer!

You will never, ever see Luke again.

Do you understand me? I will make sure of that.

You're OK, come on now, breathe through it. That's it.

GROANING

You're OK, Claire.

You're nearly there now.

Ssh...

Poor devil. Hasn't a clue what's going on round him.

One blessing.

DOOR CLOSES

-What now?

-They're out. Both of them.

-Released without charge.

-How?

Michael must have denied everything. It's their word against mine.

-Every single time.

-Where are they now?

-Hospital, probably. Claire's having her baby.

-Right. Keith...

-Dad! No.

Michael Hennessy said he was sorry. He wanted a fresh start.

And all the time, they beat Darren to a pulp -

-the pair of them.

-I'll handle this! Not you.

And how are you going to do that?

By making sure that family never gets near my son ever again.

Ah, Paudge. Um... Just the man.

You couldn't do us a favour, could you?

-Yeah, sure thing. What is it?

-Osama Bin Robbin...

has the trots. I've got an urgent phone call to make.

You couldn't keep an eye - bring him back to the cell when he's done?

-Sure.

-Good man.

She won't let me in. She doesn't want me there.

GROANING

It's done, Mum.

What?

I did what you asked. They released David without charge.

So, where is he? I've been trying to get through to him.

"Thanks, Michael. Thanks for lying to the Guards again.

"Thanks for saving your sad-ass excuse for a brother."

You had no option. You made this mess.

But now you've put it right.

So, where is he?

I left him with Katie.

I suppose they've some stuff to sort out.

Times like this, I'm glad I'm a man.

-You're feeling ready to push?

-Yeah, I think so.

-Where's the midwife?

-I don't...

Get her now. Thank you.

Now, you can yell at me, shout at me,

hit me if you want, but you can do that after.

What matters now is that baby.

You think you're going to give birth standing up?

-Stop telling me what to do.

-Come on.

I can't do this!

Course you can. Come on, up you get.

Good girl. Good girl.

-Yes.

-How am I going to do this?

It's OK. I'm here.

I want James.

It's OK. I'm here.

Now, we need to focus on the task at hand

and know that James is watching over both of you.

Come on.

Hello?

Hello?

Have you fallen down the jacks bowl or something?

Christ!

There's been a fair few bumps on that road.

Those two families go way back. More prequels than Star Wars.

She told him he'll never see the baby again.

Katie?

He looked a bit shellshocked.

So, it looks like the war's not going to end any time soon.

You handy? Any good in a ruck?

I can hold me own. Why?

Because I don't think we're finished with this crowd for the day.

-Here, Paudge, he's coming!

-Does he look nervous?

-He's freaking!

-What's this?

Straight faces, you two.

Sergeant O'Riordan.

Johno - I told you.

Right, yeah, well, it's just...

Come on, spit it out.

It's...Burka boy. He's...

What?

He's done a Shawshank out the jacks window.

-What?!

-He's absconded, sir - Sarge... Johno.

He's escaped?

Right. You've told no-one else?

No. I had a quick look outside.

-And no sign?

-Nothing. Then I came straight here.

Right. Good. No-one else knows. Let's keep it that way.

Here's what we'll do.

I'll fix the paperwork.

Make it look like he's been processed and released on bail.

How does that sound?

Like falsifying documents.

My first day on the job, and a dangerous prisoner is escaping.

I can't have that. Doesn't look good for either of us, Paudge.

I need your backing on this one.

You ready for that spin?

Yeah. Ready when you are.

Let's get going, then.

What was that all about?

Nothing.

That's it, Claire. Almost.

You're doing great, love. That's it. Keep breathing.

I can see the head... I can see the head, Claire!

GROANING

One more big one now.

That's it, that's it, that's it.

Claire, that's it.

I'm sorry, man!

-Almost!

-That's it, love. That's it.

Keep breathing.

Now, almost there! That's it, that's it, that's it.

That's it, that's it, that's it.

You did it, love, you did it!

BABY WAILS

Oh!

Oh...

My girls...

THEY CHUCKLE

Hello, gorgeous!

-Solicitor can see me tomorrow.

-How much?

-Does it matter?

We do this, we do it right.

All legal. No loopholes.

FOOTSTEPS ON STAIRS

I don't believe this.

-I don't want any trouble.

-What are you doin' here, then?

I need to talk to Katie.

You need your bleedin' head bashed in - that's what you need.

Talk? Give me that.

You want to talk?

You were there that night, weren't you? Admit it.

Admit it, and we'll let you go with your legs still working.

If you're going to hit me, then just hit me.

But, Katie, I wasn't there!

That was your last chance, my friend.

- Stop! Katie. Please. - Stay out of it, love.

We have to talk about this.

Get inside, Katie, love. I don't want you to see this.

-SIRENS BLARE

-Don't think you're going to stop us either. Two against one -

that's the Hennessy way, isn't it? Let's see how YOU like it.

-Mr Kiely!

-You're bleedin' jokin'.

-Mr Kiely, hold it there.

-This is private property.

You muppet. Going for a home run, are you?

Keep an eye on him. Come on, you.

I'm not leaving without seeing my son.

We went to yous for help, and here you are, making us

-look like the criminals.

-We'll be gone in two seconds, Mrs Kiely.

Wait. I want to hear what he has to say.

More lies?

You want this settled? It's the only way. Let us talk.

Mr Kiely, what do you think of that?

You sure you'll be all right?

OK, look. I don't want to boss you on your own property.

But I want all of you to go inside, except her.

Please, Dad. Go on.

Fine. But don't listen to any of his crap.

The Guards can't baby-sit you forever.

Thanks. For the chance.

I know you're probably not going to believe anything I have to say...

and there's no future for us as a couple...

..but whatever you do believe, we are Luke's parents.

We have to do what's right for Luke's sake.

Has she a name?

She hasn't had time to think about that yet.

It's Claire we're talking about here.

Probably has her name down for school,

college place sorted, the whole lot!

Grace...

Grace James McKay.

Suits her.

-Would you mind getting me some water?

-Yeah, sure.

-Thanks.

I'm glad you stayed.

-She has James's eyes, doesn't she?

-She does.

-She does.

-Your daddy was a great man, Grace.

How he would have loved to have met you.

Sorry, Mr Kiely. I have to make sure the fool gets out alive.

Hiya, Lukey.

Can you leave him alone? It's his nap time.

Yeah.

This whole thing... has just spiralled.

Michael has issues. He had a hard time in prison.

He took a few bad beatings.

I'm sure you sleeping with his girlfriend helped a lot.

I wasn't there.

You have to believe me.

You know me.

Say goodbye.

I'll see you later, son.

-Daddy'll be back soon.

-No, no. I mean say goodbye.

This is the last time you will ever see him.

You can't stop me from seeing my own son. I'm his father.

Everything all right in here?

Yeah, just one minute. Please!

It's up to the lady.

Sit down. Sit.

Katie, love? You all right in there?

I'm fine.

Listen to me, I wasn't there. There's no proof.

It's just Michael mouthing off...

Swear it, then.

Swear on your son's life.

Get out.

-GET OUT!

-Your time's up.

-Come on!

-He didn't do anything, did he?

DOOR CLOSES

He wants me to cover up on Bin Robbin escaping.

Falsifying documents?

Yeah. The whole shebang.

Well, he is the new sergeant.

What are you saying?

Well, you don't want to get off on the wrong foot.

Do you remember what happened to me?

-I should go along with it?

-Come on. It's not that big a deal.

It's collusion or...something.

I thought you, at least...

Maybe I learned my lesson.

-I'm going to Nikki.

-Whoa, Paudge!

-All right?

-You better tell him... Bin Robbin.

-What about him?

-He's about to tell Nikki!

Charged and released this morning.

Gotcha, though.

Knock-knock.

Hey! Come in.

I was just passing, and I couldn't resist.

Wow, she's beautiful.

-Thanks.

-I thought all babies looked the same.

God, she's really the image of him, isn't she?

Hello, beautiful girl.

What did you call her?

Grace.

Grace James.

That's a beautiful name for a beautiful little girl.

How are you getting on?

OK. I could sleep for Ireland.

I don't think this little one's going to let you.

Hello.

Listen, if you need anything,

from me or from the guys... you just say.

I know that James would have wanted that.

He'd be so proud of you.

He IS so proud of you.

She's looking right at me.

-Is it sore?

-No, it's fine.

She said I'm never going to see Luke again.

-What?!

-Yeah.

Well, she can't do that.

-She'll come round. She always does.

-Not this time.

You and your mouth!

You have ruined everything.

Yesterday we were planning the rest of our lives together.

Me, David and Luke, a place of our own.

Would you rather it happened when you were living together? New house?

New bed?

Remember this, Katie - little Lukey is not losing a father worth having.

He's got all the family he needs right here, with us.

He won't give up, though.

You are his mother. Little Lukey is going nowhere.

-Maybe it's a good thing.

-How do you figure that?

No more lies.

You must feel some...release.

You think I don't think about it?

I don't know, David. Do you? Do you ever really think about anyone else?

-Oh, it's always there.

-Can we just eat... Please?

Just making conversation, Mum.

Yeah, well, maybe David doesn't like this kind of conversation.

David. Always so worried about precious David. What is that?

-Eat your dinner.

-No, genuine question. I'd like to know.

I mean, all he ever does is cause carnage wherever he goes.

It might have escaped your notice...

..but you were the one

-who most definitely caused carnage this time.

-No.

It's always him.

Right back to when him and Katie were sneaking around,

right under your nose.

He makes the mess. You give the orders.

I clean it up.

What happened to you?

Time to think.

I went to prison for you.

-I didn't ask you to.

-No. Mum did.

Grace is just a few hours old and we can't even have a civilised dinner.

Tell me one thing, right. Just one thing.

If you're so in love with Katie,

what the hell were you doing sleeping with Siobhan?

What is this?

Do you want to know what it was like, is that it?

Do you want to know that she was all over me?

Couldn't get her hands off me. "Oh, David! Mmm!"

Clearly prison's taken its toll.

Can you two just stop this?!

Now, this is supposed to be a happy day.

Your sister has just given birth,

and you two can't see past your own petty problems.

-Petty?

-I can't see my own son!

Claire is at hospital, all by herself. All alone.

No husband by her side.

No James to hold her hand...

..and you haven't even gone to see her yet -

and as for you! Risking your brother's freedom for what?

Some floozy who doesn't even bother to contact you?

And then opens her legs the first chance she gets!

-For your brother? Really?

-Precious, innocent little David.

-That's not what she's saying!

-Isn't it?!

If you ask me, Katie's had a lucky escape.

You don't deserve her.

I'm glad I did what I did.

Kid's better off.

Stop this!

Haven't you done enough damage?

Today, you cost me my grandson and nearly David's freedom.

What?

What are you saying?

I can't have the two of you bickering

and a new baby coming into our home.

Do you want me to go? Is that it?

Well done, bro. You win again.