Episode 28 Red Rock

He was there. The night Darren died.

We did it together.

Sergeant John O'Riordan, reporting for duty.

Grace. Grace James McKay.

Say goodbye. This is the last time you will ever see him.

Time's up. Come on.

I'm glad I did what I did. Kid's better off.

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.

You're not even dressed yet!

Ten out of ten.

You stay where you are. I'll go.

No, Mum, it's fine. I'll put that in the boot.

All right.

DAVID SIGHS

PHONE RINGS

Here.

The washing machine wanted to commit hara-kiri cos of these.

Thanks.

Here, that wimp keeps calling her.

Do you know what?

I'd kick his perfect little teeth in,

if it wouldn't scuff up these fellas.

Right, so, listen - your man on Donnellan Street.

He's after missing another payment.

So, don't leave there until you get the interest, all right?

Please, Katie. Please.

PHONE CONTINUES TO RING

Don't touch my phone.

I'm looking out for you, aren't I?

Yeah, I can do that myself.

Yeah, you can. That slap you gave him was lovely.

Shut up!

RINGING STOPS

VOICE MAIL: You have reached the voicemail service...

We have to go.

I can't.

-David...

-Listen, Claire doesn't need me.

Yes, she does.

-Well, I have to go see Katie.

-Why?

Because if I don't fight for him, she'll think I don't care.

David, she knows how much you love Luke.

She's just making you suffer. She'll calm down.

No. I have to go talk to her.

You're only going to make things worse!

You have to have patience, David, however much it hurts.

Yeah, but what if I can't?

How could he do this to his own brother? To my kid?

We will fix this.

Later.

But now, it's about your sister and your niece.

Please don't let the Kielys spoil this for us.

Or her.

You can touch her.

She won't break.

Or so the nurse told me.

She's amazing.

Amazing Grace.

She's going to hate me for that, isn't she?

I wish he could see her.

I know.

Where's Mum?

Oh, don't tell me.

She's flirting with that doctor again?

Seriously, she's shameless.

Yeah.

Er, I don't know, I haven't seen her for a couple of days.

I haven't been home.

Why not?

Mum's kicked me out.

-Builder's?

-You legend.

-Dandelion?

-Camomile.

Yeah, I'll take your word for it, petal.

You'll be gagging for the gnat's wee, yeah?

Don't say I don't do nothing for you.

BELL RINGS

Hark, over yonder, the sweet, sweet sound of the general public.

BELL RINGS AGAIN

BELL RINGS CONTINUALLY

Would you give it a rest?

I don't want YOU, whoever you are.

Heartbreaker, aren't you(?)

Who are you after, Miss...?

-The fat one.

-Why didn't you say?

Garda Brennan, you've a visitor.

I want you to give this young lady your undivided attention.

What the hell do you want?

A chat.

I thought it was going to be easy coming back, you know?

Everything would be like it was before.

You know what Mum's like. Her bark's worse than her bite.

Since when?

-She doesn't mean it.

-Oh, she does.

You weren't there.

David'll get over it.

I don't even know why I told Katie.

I was mad about him and Siobhan, but...

..it was more than that.

My head's been all...

I can't sleep.

It's like I'm out, but my head's still...

How bad was it?

Not like it is in the movies, anyway.

And being the Super's brother-in-law didn't help.

Yeah.

I know what goes on in those places.

You know too much.

How's my little granddaughter?

Michael.

What? Not welcome here either?

What are you talking about?

You kicked him out of his home.

-I did not.

-As good as.

You left on your own accord.

Admit it, Mum.

I didn't kick you out, I was just angry.

You want me out. Just be honest with me.

Thank you.

He's just come out of prison!

-Ah, yeah, this again.

-Shut up, David.

It's OK, Claire, I'm going.

-Not a bad idea.

-Don't move.

Can we please not do this here?

We need to get you and Grace home.

Let's not do this at all.

If Michael doesn't come home, neither do I.

I mean it.

Aoife Burke.

Any relation?

Yeah, Beady's niece.

And a chip off the old block.

What's she want with Paudge?

You wanted to chat, so go on, spit it out.

-I need your help.

-What?

Your help. Are you deaf, as well?

-Oh, no.

-You have to!

I've done enough for your lot.

I'll tell them what you did if you don't.

Go ahead. See how far you get.

My ma's missing.

Missing what? Her Mensa card?

Is that the best you can do?

Give me a couple of minutes.

You'll be missing your teeth.

I remember the last time you were in here telling us your ma was missing.

Oh, yeah...

she was off robbing that cash and carry.

Why aren't you in school?

Because I'm here, you thick.

Oh, yeah, I forgot - you know everything, don't you?

Me ma IS missing.

Can you send out a APB or something?

Watching too much CSI there, now, Aoife.

What?

It's a KLO. Keep a lookout.

Sap!

Go on. Get to school.

Me ma's gone!

You two still gassing? Must be important.

It's nothing. She's just messing.

You lot. I knew I shouldn't have came to this kip!

Another satisfied customer(!) What did you say to her?

Nothing. She's got enough gob on her for both of us.

What's the story with her ma?

Donna Burke? She's always going AWOL. You know the type.

The woman's just wasting time. It's what she does. She gets off on it.

Yeah, well, we've her uncle Beady to thank for that.

So, he just waltzes back in, after what he did?

How is she?

Asleep.

You need some rest, too.

Why don't you go and lie down for a bit?

What is wrong with you two?

-Ask him.

-He went to prison for you!

Do you even understand what he's been through?

Claire, don't.

Do you even care?

So, this is how it's going to be, is it?

Him hanging this story over me for the rest of my life?

-You were guilty, too.

-Claire, that's enough!

This is Michael's home. And he regrets telling Katie...

So, that makes it all right, then?

I am sorry. Really.

For destroying what I had with Katie, or for me losing my son?

He could have dropped you in it months ago.

He should've.

Because I may as well be in prison if I can't see Luke.

You wouldn't last two minutes.

Oh, big man!

You've got no idea...

None of this is helping. You've got to stop this, now.

I'm not bringing my daughter up in this house.

Not with her family tearing each other apart.

I won't.

Claire, no. You've only just got here.

Where are you going?

To sort this out.

Don't even think about following me. Any of you.

Look here, you little...

Oi! Come here!

I am sorry, really.

Oh, will you change the record, will you?

If I could take it all back, I would.

-Yeah, well, you can't.

-Mum...

What did Claire mean...

..about you in prison?

It doesn't matter.

It does.

I want you to tell me what happened to you in that place.

Here we go.

What's to tell? It's not a holiday camp.

Tell me.

The first night, the cell next to mine, they broke his fingers.

Just like that. Just for looking at someone the wrong way.

You get used to it. Being scared.

Second nature in the end.

But you didn't say anything when we visited.

And make things worse for myself?

No-one likes a snitch.

-DAVID SCOFFS

-Yeah, you said it.

Did they, erm...?

Did they hurt you?

No. No.

No, it's sink or swim.

You do what you have to, to get through it.

Oh, Michael...

Well, it's OK now.

-You're safe.

-Yeah.

PHONE RINGS

Sorry.

Hello? Oh, Deirdre.

Yes, she's back.

Oh, Grace is very precious.

7 lbs, 8 oz.

Bravo. Well played, playing at the old heart strings there, Mikey.

That skank came onto me!

So you said.

You didn't exactly put up much of a fight, though, did you?

Why would I?

You know what? You don't deserve to be a father.

Kid's better off without you.

Do you want to say that again?

You're no father. You're no good to anyone.

DAVID SNARLS

What? Do you have nothing for me, now? Do you not?

-You're pathetic.

-Pathetic, am I?

Is that right? Pathetic?!

Get off him. Stop this! Michael, stop!

-Get off me!

-Oh!

I'd have left you on the doorstep, if it wasn't for the baby.

I know I shouldn't be here, but...

-GRACE CRIES

-Sorry.

She's a screamer, all right. Takes after her granny.

Shh. It's OK. Shh.

-She's starving.

-I just fed her.

Newborns get hungry. Like, a lot.

Here, let me.

I forgot the bottle-warmer.

-You're grand. I'll warm it for you.

-Thanks.

We're not savages, despite what your auld one thinks.

-Ma...

-I'm sorry about this.

Don't be.

I was a total mess when I got out of the hospital with Luke.

You'll be grand.

What do you want? I think it's not a social visit?

Can we talk?

Mum, it was a mistake.

-I'd never do anything to hurt you.

-Don't let him talk you around.

Mum...

I'll do anything. Whatever you want.

Just let me make it up to you, will you?

Mum...

Get out.

I said, "Get out".

Get out!

GET OUT! GET OUT!

She's gorgeous.

Thanks.

I'm taking her to see James later.

The churchyard. It's all I can do.

The closest she'll get to her daddy.

He's heartbroken.

He's a coward, that's what he is.

I can't believe he got his sister to do his dirty work for him.

He doesn't even know I'm here.

He needs to see his son.

You know how much he loves him.

I don't know anything about him any more.

He's been lying to me the whole time.

I can't trust him.

I can't trust him around my son.

How would you feel if you couldn't see Luke?

Couldn't hold him, couldn't smell him, couldn't hear his laugh?

You can't imagine it.

Neither can I.

The minute I saw her, I knew I would never be without her.

Ever.

He loves his boy, and Luke dotes on him.

It's not fair what you're doing to both of them.

Don't tell me what's fair.

Darren's gone because of Michael and David, and they got off.

No child should have to grow up without a father.

Grace has no choice...

..and she'll suffer for that.

No matter how much I try and make up for James not being there.

Don't do the same to Luke.

He's a liar.

A murderer.

He'll have nothing to do with my son.

All coppers are...

Beautiful. I know. What can I say? Blue is so my colour.

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

-We can have her for criminal damage.

-Defacing Garda property.

In broad daylight? Have you lost the plot, darling?

No, just me mother!

Give me strength.

AOIFE SOBS

MICHAEL SIGHS

Do you reckon there's anything in it?

What? The Case Of The Missing Burke? She's winding us up.

Yeah, but she's not daft, is she?

Ah! Well, you learn something new every day.

I thought it was just girls who went to the jacks in pairs.

Aoife Burke's artwork - I want it gone.

What? Us?

Sometime today would be nice.

Did your mother never teach you to wash your hands?

I'm getting on to the GRA rep about this.

Why are WE doing this?

Well, who was it that got Aoife all riled up?

Oh, she did a good job of that herself.

-What was it this time?

-Reckons her mammy's gone missing.

-Donna?

-I don't believe a word of it.

Where is she now?

-Donna?

-No, Aoife.

She's in the cells.

Sarge thought it might be a good idea for her to cool off.

I see.

Well, off you go.

You did the right thing.

You can tell he's not right in the head.

Whose fault is that?

Don't turn this on me.

You're as bad as each other.

Your father would've been ashamed.

Because of him, I've lost my son.

And I've lost mine.

PHONE RINGS

What do you want, Michael?

I've cleared out my desk.

Good.

One more chance, Mum.

Drop the keys in to the pub.

Oh!

Michael?

-Michael?

-What now?

YELLING AND THUDS OVER PHONE

Michael!

MORE YELLING

Michael...

Michael!

Call an ambulance, David.

Call an ambulance!

-MICHAEL GROANS WHISPERING:

-It's OK.

CHURCH BELL RINGS

I brought you a visitor.

Everyone says she looks like you.

I know they're being kind...

..but she does.

Why aren't you here?

You should be here.

Grace James McKay...

..say hello to Daddy.

We waited a long time for you.

SIRENS WAIL

Don't worry, Son, you'll be OK.

I promise!

When was the last time any of you saw Donna Burke?

-Couple of weeks.

-Is that not a bit strange?

Well, it depends. She has a couple of aliases up her sleeve.

She might not even be Donna Burke any more.

You don't think her disappearance could be linked to Beady?

-SHARON:

-Ah, would you look...?

Claire!

We just thought we'd come and say hello.

Show Grace where Daddy worked.

Here, coochy-coochy-coo!

-SHARON:

-Paudge, you'll give her nightmares!

-SEAN:

-Would you look it?

-Congratulations!

-So adorable.

-SHARON:

-She's so tiny.

-SEAN:

-She's the image of her dad.

Yeah. She's definitely a McKay.

She's picked up some of her ma's good looks as well.

Always the charmer(!)

Oh, thanks for the hamper.

-No problem.

-Anything you need.

Claire, there's been an incident at Harbour Haulage.

-What incident?

-It's Michael.

The blood made it look worse than it is.

I'm grand. I just want to go home.

-You should go and clean up the office.

-Who, me?

Well, you can't expect Michael to do it.

I'll do it.

You can't. The place is a crime scene.

The lads from forensics are there with their little make-up brushes.

-Oh, my God, Michael, what happened?

-He was attacked. In the office.

-Are you OK?

-Yeah, I'm fine.

Who did this?

Well, isn't it obvious? It was the Kielys.

-You saw them?

-I was there...

Where? The Kielys'? Why?

To talk to Katie. I was hoping to get her to change her mind.

And was Keith there?

-I didn't see him.

-I told you!

-You don't know it was them.

-Yes, I do.

-Mum...

-How can you be so sure?

Keith Kiely threatened David. You were there. Isn't that enough?

A bit of evidence wouldn't go amiss. An eye-witness, perhaps?

Or a description?

It was the Kielys. That family are scum.

Well, unfortunately, that doesn't count.

-Since you were the only one there, can you give us anything?

-I...

I didn't get a proper look.

I suppose it could have been Keith.

I mean, they came from behind, so...

Happy?

-Is he all right?

-He's not settling.

It's David's day to have him, isn't it?

So?

DOORBELL RINGS

Listen, what was that Claire Hennessey up to?

Bringing her baby round and all. Trying to soft soap you?

-Mm...

-Look, he's only a babby.

He'll soon forget about his so-called Dad soon, I'm telling you.

Right? And he has me and Keith.

Break out the china - we've company.

How are you, Mr Kiely?

Grand, till yous turned up.

What is it now?

Just got a quick question for you.

Can I phone a friend?

-Is Keith here?

-Why?

We just want to ask him a few questions, that's all.

Keith! Get your arse down here!

What?

What's going on?

Yeah, that's what we'd like to know. They're keeping us in suspense.

Where were you at five o'clock?

Er... Just, like, you know, around.

Were you anywhere near Harbour Haulage?

Oh, I was there for a little bit, yeah, yeah.

I was just untying me yacht(!)

No. Why would I be going anywhere near that kip for?

Why?

Harbour Haulage was broken into and robbed.

That's a terrible tragedy.

And Michael Hennessy was assaulted.

Even bigger tragedy.

Hennessy, yeah? Is he brown bread?

No, he's not.

Is he at least in the hospital, then?

Do you mind if we take a look around?

-VINCENT:

-Yeah, I do, actually.

No, No. Sorry, yeah. Come on.

-VINCENT:

-What?

-KEITH:

-Yeah, come on, I'll give you a hand.

-I have to go to work.

-Yeah, go on, love.

Did that dope jump the other dope?

How the hell am I meant to know?

I'll kill him.

Get off me!

I'll have you paralysed, you scumbag!

Hey, stop. Stop. Stop! Get back.

-That dirtbird attacked me!

-Calm down.

I only asked her if she seen me ma,

and she said she's probably on her back somewhere.

-Hey, leave it!

-Get off me!

Back off!

Hey! That's my coffee!

Right, station, now.

Right. Empty your pockets.

I'm emptying nothing.

All right, Aoife, this is what's going to happen.

You're going to put your phone and your belongings into that box

and you're going to calm down, or you decide not to,

and you're going to make this a very long day on all of us.

Thank you.

Don't try to sneak any calls or texts on that.

I only have a little bit of credit left.

I wouldn't dare touch your phone, even if it was an emergency.

Hey!

Give me my phone, thief. I know you.

I know where you live.

All right. Just put her into the cell.

My pleasure.

Yous are all a bunch of muppets, and you know it!

Every one of yous!

Thank you.

Here.

See? Clean as a whistle.

I wouldn't go that far.

Found nothing? Again?

If you're finished throwing your accusations around,

you can sling your hook.

Decorator's coming. Place clean before you lot arrived.

Thanks for your time.

Yeah, we'll see ourselves out.

No, no, no.

I'll let you out. Don't want you robbing anything on the way.

Come here, you. I'll ask you this just this once.

Did you kick the head out Michael Hennessy?

-You're a gas, you know that?

-No, I'm asking you. Did you?

You only strolled in here five minutes before they arrived.

-If you did...

-I was on Donnellan Street, collecting from your man.

Go and ask him if you don't believe me.

-He's telling the truth. Good man.

-You were just accusing me!

The collection was at five o'clock.

Maybe I should have told them where I was, eh?

Collecting dodgy cash for me dodgy Da?

Relax they kacks, will you? I wasn't accusing you, I was asking you.

Hold on. Did you get petrol?

Yes. I did. The garage in the square.

Sorted.

That's me boy, huh? You're on CCTV now.

Do you know what? Sometimes I think I might have been adopted.

It's not too late.

Well, here...

..if you didn't do Hennessy, who did?

I thought you were taking Claire and Grace home.

I'll take you down to the station to give your statement.

It's OK, Mum, you don't have to stay. I'll make my own way.

If you've fractured anything, we'll go private.

I'll be fine.

Will you take your old job back?

What's happened...

..seeing you lying there...

..I want you close to us, where you belong.

What about David?

I'll talk to David.

I don't think it's going to be that easy. He wants me gone.

I'll deal with David.

So, is that a yes?

-Yeah.

-Thank you, Michael.

I won't let you down.

If anything, I'd like to really commit to the place. Build it.

Push it all the way. Make you proud.

-No headache or anything?

-I'm fine.

Ah, we meet again.

You're taking our statement?

How are you, Michael?

I'm OK, thanks.

How did you get on inside?

-Jail?

-You're not long out.

-No.

-What exactly is your point?

Did you make any enemies in prison?

Did you talk to anyone inside about your life?

No.

What has that got to do with anything?

Motive, Patricia.

You think it's OK to address me by my first name?

-What would you like me to call you?

-Ms Hennessy.

With pleasure, Ms Hennessy.

All I'm trying to do is find out whether someone in prison might have

heard something about Michael's mother and made the imaginative leap

that Ms Hennessy might be a big shot in town, which gives us

a motive for robbing said Ms Hennessy's place of business.

Are you investigating my son or Keith Kiely?

Why would I be investigating Keith Kiely?

I've had enough of this. Where's Nikki?

Kiely's not our guy.

Based on what?

You don't know this family. You don't know what they're like.

We have CCTV footage of Kiely at a garage in Donnellan Street

at the time of the attack. He didn't do it.

I can't take another five seconds of that man.

Who does he think he is? Talking to people that way?!

Great. Cheers.

It wasn't my idea. Claire coming to see you.

Just thought I'd let you know.

I only called her what she asked me to call her.

Three times in one sentence?

She was counting?

If someone makes a formal complaint, you need to take it seriously,

Sergeant O'Riordan.

You're serious?

Simple apology, and it goes away.

What if I'm not the apologising type?

What if I pull rank?

You'd do that?

If Patricia Hennessy takes this further, somebody else will,

and I won't be able to stop it. So, fix it.

Now.

Apologies for the delay, folks. Where were we?

You were asking about when...

Sorry, Michael, to interrupt you. Erm...

Ms Hennessy, what can I say to you?

Patronising me again?

-Disrespecting me again?

-That's not what I had in mind.

Afraid of an official complaint, are we?

Changing the tune all of a sudden?

Let's address both of those things, shall we?

Yes. Yes, let's.

Johno, by the way.

If I...

What did you say? ..disrespected you, or...

-What was the other one?

-Patronised.

Never really understood what that word meant,

but if I did that to you...

If?

..it was not my intention to do any of those things,

and I will endeavour to ensure they never happen again.

Why does it feel like you're patronising me right now?

Like I said, I...

Never really understood what that word meant.

How handy for you, in the circumstances.

Patricia... Ms Hennessy...

You have my deepest, sincerest, non-patronising, non-insulting...

What was the other...?

..non-disrespecting apologies for everything I have done,

or could conceive of considering doing at any point in the future.

For all of that, and more,

I am truly sorry.

You've had a chance in the cell to cool off.

Are you ready to talk to us now?

You're going to be charged with assault.

You should be charging her.

Do you want us to get your dad down here?

He's not even me Da.

Are you OK?

-Just get on with it.

-I'm trying to.

Don't pretend you give a damn.

To you, I'm guilty anyway, so let's get this over with.

Do you want to go back to the cell?

Do you? Is that what you want?

Me ma's missing.

I came today to tell you this, but you don't care, do you?

All I'm trying to...

All I'm trying to do is find me ma.

Nobody'll help me.

What the hell is going on? You shouldn't be here.

Mum not talk to you?

No way...

No way. She may have forgiven you, but I certainly haven't.

-I want to make this better...

-You can't!

Seriously, you think they're going to work? You hit my mum!

Yeah, she's my mum, too.

These aren't for her.

Don't think Siobhan's interested, mate.

Not for her either. I wouldn't waste my money.

These are for someone who deserves them.

Anything?

"Where are you?"

"Call me, Mum,"

"I mean it."

18 texts, and even more calls.

Why would she do that if it was a wind up?

-No replies?

-No.

-Come with me.

-Where?

I thought I might be able to get through to her.

One mother to another.

Thanks for trying.

Any news from Michael?

Not for a while.

Mum, you can't let him come back, after what he's done.

-After what he did to you.

-That was an accident.

-You didn't see him, Claire.

-It WAS an accident.

And I want us all to give him another chance.

He deserves that.

DAVID SIGHS

-Tony Doyle?

-Who's asking?

Detective Inspector Nikki Grogan. This is Garda Sean Holden.

Jaysus, the Gardai have improved.

Careful.

It's about Aoife.

What did she do now?

Criminal damage to property and assault.

-Whose property?

-Red Rock Garda Station.

What kind of damage?

She spray painted graffiti on a window.

Would you happen to know where her mother is?

What has she got to do with anything?

We just need to get in touch.

-Why?

-Cos she's her mother.

So, if you happen to know where she is...

Are you joking me? Your guess is as good as mine.

Aoife reported her mother missing this morning.

Did she, now?

We've done all the standard checks and nothing showed up.

She's always vanishing for days.

Fond of the gargle and a bit of strange.

It's what brought us together.

So, you're not worried, then?

Do I look worried?

If you're in touch with Donna, will you please get her to contact us?

Yeah, I'll do that.

Now, if you don't mind, I've a job to get back to.

Didn't seem too upset, did he?

Something doesn't smell right.

You're a weirdo. You know that, don't you? Meeting me here.

This whole place gives me the creeps.

So, have you got something for me, bro?

Yeah.

Good man.

You had to kick me in the ribs?

What? It was a bleeding tap.

I had to go to hospital.

Good. Listen, you said, "Make it realistic". Come on.

Good man.

Well, guess this is it. It's, er...

It's been fun. I'll see you around.

-Bagsy top bunk next time.

-Won't be a next time.

I'll be in touch.

Thought you said this was it. Just a once off.

Give your ma a scare, that's it.

Maybe.

Maybe not.