Episode 33 Red Rock

CRASHING

BABY CRIES

It's done, the kid wasn't in the house.

All right, cheers, Dec.

I was robbed.

Where did you meet him?

Mutualbenefits.ie

-Why do you have two phones?

-Just an old one.

He's after a rich, mature woman.

We're going to give him what he wants.

Undercover sting.

-With your tiny micky on ya.

-Don't push me.

Just like your brother, Darren. Scumbucket!

RADIO PLAYS

You hungry?

Vin? Vin, I'll make you a sandwich or something.

No, it'll churn me stomach.

How long you going to keep this up?

-He said he was sorry.

-Sorry?

Yeah. So am I.

Sorry...

No, actually, I'm not.

I'm actually sick...

Sick to my stomach that a son of mine

would raise his hands to a woman.

Dad, don't.

Don't what?

Don't talk about it?

Oh, does it upset you now, son?

You weren't there, all right? You don't know, she kept pushing me...

she was getting up in me...

It went too far, he knows that. But it's done now

You sicken me.

Yeah, I know. I get it!

You want to have fisties with me as well?

You see this?

Our son. You proud of him?

Got himself a reputation.

I told you, this is what happens

when you get mixed up in that business.

-What happens?

-Nothing.

-The window? Do you know who did it?

-No. Don't worry about it, love.

-What if they come back?

-They won't.

-You don't know that.

-Will you relax, will you.?

I'm going to work. You make sure Luke stays upstairs.

That's hardly practical, running up and down like a yo-yo.

Well, that's the way it's going to be.

-I was going to take him to the park.

-Good idea.

No. No. He stays in my room. I mean it.

Will you just do what I say?

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Patricia. I hope you've got a stocking over your face for later.

I beg your pardon?

The sting. I've a little update for you.

Go on.

Yeah, last minute change of location.

Thought I'd make it nice and easy for you.

-Where?

-The Pier Pub.

What? I don't want him in my pub.

You play your part and all goes to plan, he'll be squatting

and coughing before teatime.

So we're good to go, yeah?

Hang on.

OK?

-No, find some place else.

-Sorry, didn't catch that.

I said I don't want him in my pub, Johno.

OK, I've got to go. See you at midday, yeah?

Johno, wait...

Oh!

-You're all fingers and thumbs...

-Is it any wonder?

You realise this fella might want more than your purse,

when he gets an eyeful of you.

Then he might get more than arrested.

So, what are ya? Single?

Widowed?

Divorced.

Good job, an' all.

There's life in this old dog yet, you know.

-That so?

-Uh-hm.

I should go on more fake dates in the future.

How about a real date some time?

You're going out...?

-Undercover. Joys of the job.

-Don't worry, you'll get this creep.

That's the plan.

Doesn't she look a million dollars?

Conor?

-What?

-Like blood from a stone.

What's up?

Nothing. No, you look great. Really good.

You off out?

Yeah. I'm just going to get some fresh air.

Miracles will never cease.

-MCGONIGLE:

-'Soon, whenever you get a chance. Just I, er, miss you.

'I can't help it. Love you, babe.'

Come on, Rachel, we need to get going.

BELL RINGS

Hold up a sec, will you?

Fine. What is it?

-I think Luke should stay with me.

-You're joking?

It's not safe at your place.

Thanks for the offer but... no chance.

I heard some lads in the pub.

They were talking about getting back at the Kielys. They weren't joking.

Look, I dunno what your family are up to...

but they've upset some serious little scrotes.

Who were they?

I dunno... Just lads...

Look, what if they're planning something...?

Something worse than a stupid little brick.

My son could have been killed!

So, what are we going to do to protect Luke?

-You're going to get out.

-You heard her.

Do you know what her family does?

They do business with all kinds of scumbags and lowlifes...

GET OUT!

I just don't want my son to be hurt.

-What was he on about.

-Ignore him.

As soon as you're sure it's him, just give me the signal.

OK... It all seems so easy.

But try to keep a low profile - if he sees you, we're done.

Glass of Pinot, leg out, handbag in his face. Bish, bash, bosh.

Can we just get just get on with this, please?

Right then.

Good luck with him.

HE POURS DRINK

What do you think you are doing?

What? Getting into it. Acting.

That'll be 6.50 euros.

Over there.

You must be Angelina?

Double O Heaven?

Shaken, not shtirred.

I take it that's your man.

Tell her to arrest him.

Keep your shoulder pads on, would you? Let her reel him in.

-Have a bit of fun.

-Fun? Is that what you think this is?

When I say fun...I don't mean "fun" fun.

Just do your job.

-What d'you think I'm doing?

-Wasting my taxes.

-So uptight.

-So incompetent..

Incompetent? Could give you a few tips and all.

Maybe you wouldn't need a dating website.

-You're not exactly Richard Gere.

-Like a man in uniform, do you?

Get back in there.

-What can I get you and the lady?

-Red. Nothing too pricey.

(Classy.)

-Hello, Tony.

-Oh, great.

Undercover...hello?

You remember me, don't you?

-Never seen you before in my life.

-Ha!

Tony Lynch.

Whoa, whoa!

I'm arresting you on suspicion of theft. You're not obliged to

say anything, unless you wish to do so.

Anything that you do say...

OK, thanks. Car's on its way.

Didn't mean to spoil your date so soon, Ange.

Do you want me to dump those?

Oh, I don't know, the station could do with some colour.

I'll meet yous outside.

All right, Casanova. Let's move Any last words?

-I could think of something...

-Just get him out of here.

Keep this in mind, fellas, she's not fussy, is Patricia.

Jeez, I could smell the desperation a mile off...

-Johno, please.

-Charmer. Come on, move.

You know, I almost felt sorry for her... Poor thing.

Why is it the richer they are, the more they're gagg... Ahh!

You're going to break my arm!

Oh, very sorry about that, let me try it this way instead...

-Ahh!

-Better?

Look, I didn't mean for that to...

Don't. Just don't.

All right, move! Come on. Out.

Honestly, man, I'm sorry - I swear I didn't know the lad was in there.

Just don't make the same mistake next time.

Next time...?

The Kielys. Same again.

No way... I'm done.

You owe me.

My son could have been killed.

-If the guards found out...

-You wouldn't...

-One more job.

-No...

-I'll pay extra.

-It's not worth it.

I'm not going anywhere near the bleedin' Kielys again, not now.

I like me face the way it is, thanks very much.

What you talking about?

Keith Kiely. He's gone mental.

-Like proper psycho.

-What's he done now?

-Some mouthy yoke. Alice Bruton.

-Alice Bruton?

You know her. Yeah... Used to drink here.

Now she drinks through a tube in St Helen's...

DOOR CLOSES

What are you doing here?

Conor...?!

Sorry... I, I just wanted to see you.

-How did you get in?

-It doesn't matter.

You look good.

If my dad finds you in here...

Why would he?

What are you after?

Where is it?

-What?

-Give it to me.

-I dunno what you're talking about.

-Give me back my phone!

-What's the big deal, Rach?

-Give it to me, Conor!

-Do the guards know about this?

This the one you called that paedo on, is it?

He's not a paedophile!

Dad! DAD!

You don't mind if I have a look then, do you? Do you?

Hey.

Do I know you?

Yeah. I work in the pub. The Pier.

Listen, I heard what happened.

The beatin'...

I fell.

It was Keith Kiely, wasn't it?

-No...

-Look, I can help you...

If you just go to the guards and make a statement about Keith...

Why would I do that?

Because why would you want him to get away with this?

Why do you care?

Cos my son's in that house... and I have to get him out.

-Not my problem.

-Oh...

You know a brick went through the window?

Missed him by that much.

Yeah, and I know who did it.

He was paid to do it, apparently. By some posh streak of piss.

Well, well...

All I care is that my son is safe...

And that scumbag goes down for what he did to you.

Now do the right thing. Call the guards.

-Stop!

-What you got to hide?

OK... You want to know what's on that phone?

Rachel! What are you doing up there...?!

Don't...

DAD! DAD! Come quick, he's in my room!

What the hell...

No...

Get out!

-Stop, Liam, please, stop.

-Get out, Conor, come on.

You know you shouldn't be anywhere near her.

-Come on, get outside.

-She has got a second phone. Please. She's lying.

Please, she's lying, OK? She's got a second phone.

-Get out, get out, I said.

-Listen...

Rach, Rachel, Rach. Rach.

Rachel!... Rachel!

Rach! Rachel!

I'm not a rat, OK? But he's the one who did it.

David Hennessy...

The guards. They know anything?

No. I called you as soon as he left.

I look out for ya, Bridge.

He coulda blinded Luke.

Paralysed him, even, when I think about it...

What we going to do, ma?

Make him pay.

Where the hell is it?

What did he see? What does he know?

What does your boyfriend know, Rachel?!

He's not my boyfriend.

Do you understand, he's going to go straight to his mother

and tell her about that phone?

I don't have time for this. Give it to me.

I'm sorry.

Did he see messages on it?

No...it was locked.

-Did you tell him anything?

-No.

You promised me you didn't have a second phone.

Give it to me.

Give it to me.

You have to get rid of it.

I can't. That's all I have left.

You keep it and they'll find it.

One day, sooner or later, they will find it.

And then me, you and Niamh - we're finished.

Yeah, we're done.

Is that what you want?

No.

Me and you are going right now and we are getting rid of that phone.

Hi.

Oh, you're back earlier than I expected. What? Nothing in common?

He brought me flowers.

-Oh, that a hint, is it?

-Just saying.

How about we go out ourselves tonight?

Oh, I don't know...

..I fancy a night in...

OK!

DOOR OPENS

Mum! Mum...

She's been hiding it. A second phone.

She's been hiding a second phone.

Conor, slow down. What are you saying?

The phone she used to call McGonigle!

-Have you seen it?

-I had it in my hand.

Where is it? Conor, where is it?

MCGONIGLE: 'Hey, it's me, nothing major,

'I just wanted to hear your voice.

'Listen, give me a call, yeah? Soon.

'Whenever you get a chance, it's just I, er,

'I miss you. I can't help it.

'You know you're my favourite girl, I want to be with you

'more than anything.

VOICE INSIDE HEAD: 'And look, we will, we will, baby, one day.

'We'll be together. Forever.

'Just me and you against the world, kid.'

SIREN WAILS

She has another phone.

What? Who?

Conor's just found it, she's been hiding it in her bedroom, I think it's the

one we've been looking for, I think it has messages from Brian on it.

OK, slow down, slow down.

She lied to us.

Rachel has a second phone.

You did the right thing.

You had to get rid of it.

OK.

I've done what you wanted, so can you, please, leave me alone now?

The guards will be here any minute.

You should... You should wash your face.

Do you remember what you're going to say?

We don't know why he broke in, OK?

He's unstable, looking for someone to blame.

It's our word against his. Right?

Rachel!

-Run it by me again.

-She freaked out when I found it.

-Freaked out, how?

-She was screaming, she was shouting, she didn't want me to see it.

And you think that's because she was using it to call Brian?

-I don't think, I know!

-She denied ever having a second phone.

Yeah, well, she's lying.

Conor, could it have been a new phone?

-No...

-Just think.

No, look, Nikki. You need to find that phone.

-And all this happened in her bedroom?

-Yes, yes.

The point is, she's been hiding this phone from us all along...

Allegedly...

And we're wasting time. If we don't move fast, she'll have hidden it again.

Now get a team, get out to...

We've searched that house twice over.

Search it again.

Is this girl for real? She sure it was Hennessy?

She wouldn't dare spin us a line.

He coulda killed his own son.

So what we going to do about it?

On this one, we go by the book. We call the guards.

We can't afford to draw attention.

You know what has to be done.

-You've done enough.

-This is different, Vin.

Come on, Da, you know it is.

Look, there's right and there's wrong. All right, I get it, I do.

But this. That glass, that coulda cut right through Luke.

What, and he's just going to get away with it?

He's not going to get away with anything.

Well, then he needs a good hiding. I mean, doesn't he?

This one is about family, so we all need to agree.

Unanimous.

Vin?

-Does that include Katie?

-Cop on.

It's your call, Da.

-Maybe he's got a point.

-Whose side are you on?

Sorry.

Maybe it doesn't always have to be a battle.

Maybe he's just looking out for you both?

What if someone has got it in for your family?

You can't deny that he loves Luke.

They're here, Rach, are you ready?

What if I can't?

Don't do this, Rachel, please, not again.

Conor doesn't deserve any of this.

Neither do I.

DOORBELL RINGS

What do you want?

Thought you could use a pick-me-up.

He had a real fancy collection.

Wonder whether he was in it for the money at all...

Right. Well. Thanks.

I went through it, I think it's all there.

You went through it?

Of course you did. Course you did.

Come to laugh at me again, are you?

"You're welcome?"

Tell them all at the station how Patricia Hennessy got hers.

And in her own pub, as well. Bet they loved that.

-What?

-Oh, look - tissues! Hilarious.

I wonder what she used those for?

Patricia Hennessy's perfume! All her make-up, oh great.

My whole life in that bag. Station gossip for weeks.

Is this some kind of breakdown?

Look, I'm trying to be decent here.

Decent? You?

This was obviously a mistake. Let's forget about the bag.

And breathe.

Oh, you're a doctor now, as well, are you?

-Should I call someone?

-I think you should go.

About what happened in the pub... I get things wrong sometimes.

Rarely. But it happens.

Just go...

I should have arrested that poxbottle before he had chance to...

Publicly humiliate me?

I'm sorry. Really. I am.

And if I take the mick a bit too much it's only because...

..you know... You and me...

You need to go.

Fine.

Look, he's the one who broke in here.

Why are we being treated like criminals?

Do you want to take it easy? Her mother gave her those.

All right, clear out, Damien. Thanks.

No apologies, Damien, no?

Conor says that you were seeing each other.

Yeah... Well... Like, sort of.

Well, you either were or you weren't, which one is it?

Do you know what? I'd like you to come to the station with me.

Just some questioning. Clear some things up.

For what? You're not actually taking this phone stuff seriously, are you?

It's in his head. He's making it all up.

Rachel?

What you doing?

I'll give him a call. See what's what.

Who, David Hennessy? Leave it, will you.

Let Keith sort it.

You want to sit back and take all the crap that lot throw at us?

I don't want my son turning into some kind of a mentaller.

Alice was a once-off.

You did this to him.

My fault. Thought it might be...

With your big talk...

Getting him to go around acting all tough...

Congratulations.

A proper Joe Fallon in the making.

Shut up.

Just give him a break. Hennessy's the problem, not our son.

-DOOR OPENS

-How long have you known?!

-Relax, love. What?

-Everyone's talking about it.

-Talking about what?

-Someone's after us...

-Like who?

I don't know!! But that window was just for starters.

If someone's gunning for us... I'm taking Luke.

Who, who told you?

-It's true, is it?

-No...

I know it's your money-lending. I told you.

It's nothing to do with that.

She's right. We know who it was. And we're sorting it.

Well, David said he heard some lads in the pub...

Oh, he did, did he?

He'd know all about it. Pure scum.

It was him! He did it!

-Here, you...ya pox.

-Get out of here, now.

Throw a brick through my window, will ya?

-You want to do this here, then?

-You think I care about your pub? Do ya?

-Come on, then.

-Your own bleedin' son?

-Keith!

-You don't know what he's after doing.

-Drop that now.

GLASS SMASHES

You swore. You swore to me you knew nothing about that brick.

The guy, he assured me that Luke wasn't there.

I want my son out of that house.

Never going to happen.

So you're OK with him living with a psycho, then, yeah?

What are you on about?

They didn't tell you, did they? Can't say I blame them.

What's he talking about?

-Poor aul' Alice.

-Shut your mouth.

Make you feel real tough, did it?

Well, go on, tell your sister, Keith.

Nah.

See, your brother, he likes to beat up women.

Well, women that don't pay on time.

You should have seen her face.

Keith?

-Well?

-We didn't find anything.

No, no, you need to look again.

They've hidden it.

-I told you to move...

-Excuse me?

I want to talk to her. Now. I don't care if you're there.

You need to calm down and you need to let me do my job.

They know.

They've got nothing on us. It's our word against his...

Dad...

BUZZER

You ready, Rachel?

You want your dad now, do you?

Yeah.

You're an adult. You're on your own now.

Just tell the truth, Rach.

DOOR CLOSES

He beat up a woman? And you let him?

No!

-All part of the business, is it?

-You think I'm happy with this?

I don't know. I don't know anything about yous any more.

-Come on, love, you know me!

-It's not like it was planned.

-He just saw red, didn't you, son?

-Oh, that's all right, then.

No, it's not all right but it's done now.

-What can we do about it, love?

-If anyone finds out about this,

if that woman goes to the guards, I will lose my son!

-She won't.

-You going to shut her up for good, are ya?

Katie, look, it was an accident, right. She...

She fall on your fist, did she?

What's happened to you, Keith?

He would never, ever have done this before you came along.

Don't...

Leave him alone. He's been through enough already.

He has?

-Come on, Katie, love, calm down.

-What else don't I know?!

It was a mistake. Won't happen again.

Won't have to. People are paying up.

Everyone's too scared not to, I bet. Great.

Your family business is really something to be proud of.

-You weren't moaning when we bought you that.

-This? Here.

CRASHING

BABY WAILS

I'll...

No, you won't.

I'm sick to death of the lot of you.

If this money-lending doesn't stop, I mean it - me and Luke are gone.

And why would your boyfriend say that you had a secret phone?

I don't know. And he's not exactly my boyfriend.

What exactly is he, then?

A mate.

Who broke into your bedroom. Some mate he is!

Why didn't you report it?

No, no. You don't get to shrug your shoulders at me.

This little-girl routine that you have had going on, it's over.

You're all grown-up now, Ms Reid.

So, come on. He found the phone. Just admit it.

No. There was no phone.

Oh, my God.

I'm not even thinking. Of course.

Cos that would be awkward for him.

Cos then he would have seen text messages from Brian.

I assume that there was text messages

from your ex on the phone.

Course there was. Why else would you keep it for so long?

No, you're wrong.

I'm wrong. And Conor's lying?

Why? What would he have to gain?

I don't know, OK? Ask him.

Why don't you just save us all a lot of time and just tell us

where it is?

-What did you do with it?

-I keep telling you...

You got rid of it?

Oh, no...

Now, that must have been hard.

Because you are never ever going to hear Brian's voice again.

And that is tough.

You don't know what you're talking about.

Unfortunately for you, I do.

-Did your Dad know about this phone?

-No.

So you admit that there is a phone?

Can I have some water?

Yeah, you're going to need some water and I'm going to get it.

And then I'm going to come back and you, me

and your dad, we're going to have a great chat.

-Leave my dad out of this!

-Thank you, Rachel.

-Get you hands off me.

-Move, I said.

I said, get you hands off me.

-How's it going in there?

-I'm going to get Liam.

Nothing like having Daddy present to put her under pressure.

-Boss?

-Yeah.

She's asking for you.

Hold that thought.

She must know, Conor. They've got her.

-Conor?

-She was always saying that she believed I was innocent.

It's because she knew. She knew I was.

-I'm such an idiot...

-No, you're not.

Come on...

This is nearly over.

He wouldn't have done it if it wasn't for me...

-Done what?

-I thought I could protect him.

Why would you need to do that?

Because this is my fault.

He told me...

He told me that's why, that's why he...

What did he tell you?

Conor. He told me he killed Brian.

This isn't going to help.

It might not be that bad.

-She knows about the window.

-She has no proof.

She KNOWS!

Keep your voice down. You do not lose it now.

They all know.

So, we're going to the guards. Keith Kiely threatened you.

No, we're not.

Enough's enough.

BUZZER

I told her.

That Conor killed Brian.

So that we could be together.

I know I should've told you before. I'm sorry...

You can go home now.

I want to go home.

Are you OK?

Ange...

What...?

Nothing.

Hey, why are you lying? Why are you lying?

-Leave her alone, Conor.

-Why?!

Get away from her. Get in the car, Rachel.

I'm not lying.

That's all you've ever done! All you've ever done!

What is wrong with you? What is wrong with you?

Why are you doing this?

Why are you doing this?

Liam, go now.

You scheming little bitch!

Don't do this.

Get back here now! Get back here now!

Get out of the car now!

INAUDIBLE SHOUT