Episode 34 Red Rock

See your brother? He likes to beat up women

that don't pay on time. You should have seen her face.

Conor. He told me he killed Brian.

-Why are you lying? Why are you lying? Why?

-Leave her alone, Conor.

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

-I'm not lying.

If I take the mick a bit too much it's only because...you and me...

You need to go.

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

-Don't do this.

-Get out of the car now! Get back here!

I come in peace.

Thanks.

What did you put in that?

Drop of brandy. It'll calm you down.

I've to work today.

Better not let it go to waste, so...

Dipso.

I've had a word with your brother.

What happened will never happen again.

This moneylending malarkey is finished. I mean that.

-I know you mean it, but Ma...

-This is your home.

You and Lukey's.

As much as it is hers. But even more so.

Listen.

The business is closed.

No matter what your mother says.

Bottoms up.

Every single word that comes out of that girl's mouth is a lie.

You can't submit her statement as evidence.

-Ange, I have to.

-Conor saw that phone.

We go back out to the Reids, we search again.

We find it, then we can prove she's lying.

After that stunt you pulled yesterday?

How in God's name did you expect me to react?

Look, I know this has been difficult for you,

but there is not going to be another search of the Reids' house.

Keith, I need you to go over to Mr Shorten in Casey Lane.

-Like...today?

-Yeah.

Then afterward go to Silcrest Drive, your man with the boxer dog...

What's all this?

I knew it. I knew you'd do this.

It's like nothing ever happened.

She's just finishing things off, aren't you?

No, I'm not finishing nothing off.

That is it. We're gone, I swear to God.

Did you ever notice, hen Katie doesn't like anything

or something doesn't go her way, she's out of here?

-You do always say that.

-Button your crust, you.

But you never actually go anywhere, do you?

And you won't this time, either, so stop your whining.

Sure, where would you go anyway? Bang down Patricia Hennessy's door?

Good luck with that.

Empty threats wear thin after a while, love.

Katie!

Relax, Vinny. She's going nowhere.

Even if, and it's a big if, there ever was a phone,

sure it's long gone by now.

If Angela thought about this, she'd see that you're right.

I don't know.

This whole situation with Conor, she's...

She's all over the place.

-You have to do what you have to do.

-Yeah, I know.

But I'm really worried about her.

So you're not the complete hardass I thought you were?

-She just needs to let off some steam.

-Yeah.

I'm thinking dartboard, your photo...

She's my best mate. She was...

No, she is my best mate.

I'll have a word with her. Angela's made of tough stuff.

She'll be fine.

She's packing a suitcase.

Did you pick it up? Bet you it's empty.

-You shut up!

-Ah, relax, Vinny, you'll have a heart attack!

-No, Bridge! This time, she's serious.

-No, she isn't.

The problem with your precious little girl

is that she thinks she's better than the rest of us.

No, the problem is yous two.

Who paid for that, then? Us two.

Yeah, working our arses off earning decent money,

while she wipes down a few tables for 50 euro?

She's got you wrapped around her finger as usual.

Will the two of yous just shut up for a minute?

This time it's different.

We're going to lose her.

We're going to lose Lukey, you know?

Is that what yous want?

No more excuses, no more stalling.

Put this right, Bridge.

It's great craic in there when the redhead is working.

Throw a few ginger jokes about, she goes mad.

You coming for a pint?

Ange?

I can't.

Ah, go on.

If it's Tommy you're worried about, I'm very discreet.

You OK?

Yeah.

I'm fine.

I just need to go.

Don't make me go on my own.

It'll do you good. All this stuff about Conor...

Come on. My shout.

Some other time, yeah?

All right. Suit yourself. See you tomorrow.

This statement from Rachel Reid

really strengthens the case against the Tyrell boy.

-I suppose it does.

-You don't seem too happy about it.

-Don't you believe her?

-What does it matter?

Professionalism. Come on, Nikki.

Yeah, fine. Conor killing Brian so he could be with Rachel?

Yeah, makes sense. Makes total sense. There, I said it.

Good.

You know, I never really thought about you in all this.

Must be tough. Your best friend's son.

Must make you feel...protective.

I'm fine. Thank you, sir.

Good. And how is Sergeant Tyrell in light of this new development?

I hear there was...an incident outside the station?

Oh, that was nothing.

You know how I feel about this, Nikki. She's a liability.

Sir, with all due respect, it's her son who stands accused.

Not her. Angela's never given me any reason to doubt her.

I think it's time to bite the bullet.

Angela Tyrell is one of our best.

Despite her current personal circumstances,

I have full confidence in her ability to continue to serve.

Hey.

Ma, I can't have another fight in work.

Can we sit?

-Five minutes?

-Sure.

Right, what do you want?

Here. Clients' names, numbers, how much they borrow off us...

-What am I supposed to do with it?

-Use it as a doorstop.

Open it.

Yeah, so there's a lot of desperate saps out there. And?

Look at the interest column.

That's how much our family makes off them.

And that's what you're asking us to give up.

New house, new car... Luke getting the best of everything...

-That's not fair.

-But it's true.

We give up lending? We go back to the way things were.

-Is that really what you want?

-That's exactly what I want, yeah.

Fine.

There you go. Burn it, bin it. Do whatever you want.

OK, I will.

And Ma?

There was nothing wrong with the way things were before.

What are you doing?

What have you done with it?

Why are you doing this to Conor?

Why are you trying to ruin his life?

Don't touch me.

-Get away from me.

-Where is it? What have you done with the phone?

What have you done with the phone, Rachel?

You think I ruined his life? What about you?

No wonder he needed heroin with you as a mother.

Where's the phone, Rachel?

Where's the phone?

Rachel? Rachel!

You did the right thing.

You said it yourself, you made a bit of money.

What's the point in working hard if you don't enjoy it?

We didn't win the lotto, Da, we just made a bit of money.

How about a holiday, then? Barbados? November?

And what? Sit on a beach looking at your face peel?

-No, thanks.

-Lanzarote, then?

I don't need a holiday, Vin. I need to work.

We'll survive.

Here.

Back scrapin' for a livin'?

You with your hand stuck down the back of the couch

looking for change for a pint?

Desperate? Ending up Joe Fallon, nearly...

I swore I'd never end up there again, Vin.

Bridge.

It was money or family.

Simple as that.

Is your mother here?

No. She'll be back soon, though. Can I help?

No, no, it's cool. I just wanted to ask her about...Tony Lynch.

Sure, look, have a seat, I'll get you a pint on the house.

Cheers.

Drinks on the house! Good man yourself.

You'll be all right there, Reggie boy.

Just finish what's in your glass, yeah?

What do you know about Alice Bruton?

What, the girl who got the crap kicked out of her the other day?

Yeah, her. You know who did it, right?

Enlighten me, Detective Hennessy.

Keith Kiely.

Really?

Yeah, really.

She says she fell down the stairs.

Yeah, that's just cos she's afraid of what they'll do.

That's quite an accusation.

-Yeah, but it's true.

-Can you prove it?

-Not exactly, no, but...

-First day in Red Rock,

I got mixed up in your little feud.

Yeah, but this is different.

David. If she won't talk, and you can't prove it,

there's nothing we can do.

So be a good lad and stick that pint on for me,

and let it drop, OK?

No-one would help me, Tommy. I tried to get another search.

And then she's just there looking at me, the angelic face on her...

I wanted to find that second phone.

Listen to me, Conor. I think if you texted her...

-I don't know about that, Ange.

-We need to get her back onside.

Get her talking. Tell her you want to meet up.

She wouldn't even talk to me.

She might...she's desperate.

-I really believe that.

-Are you serious?

Conor, I know she's hurt you, but we're running out of options.

Dad?

I suppose it's worth a shot.

She might tell you the truth.

What if she doesn't?

Right.

-You wouldn't know they were fake, would ye?

-Yeah, you would.

Look at the state of them. Where did you get them?

Scabby Doherty. Brought them back from Thailand.

One or two dodgy ones,

but the punters paying for them won't know the difference.

Are you for real, Da? I can tell the difference

and what do I know about handbags?

You said you wanted to do something. Be your own boss.

Selling this crap?

Take them to the stalls. Markets at the weekend.

You'll have me going door to door next,

-sellin' encyclopaedias, while I'm at it.

-Give it a go, Bridge.

Please, for me?

Ma, are you serious about this?

-Just as business is taking off?

-You don't have a say in this any more.

Ah, come on, how many times do I have to say sorry to you?

I'll tell you when you're done.

No, I'm done now. That's it. Enough apologising to you.

Oh, the big man now, huh?

Give it over, the pair of yous. It's not exactly my dream job,

but it's what we're doing, so just do as I ask, will ya?

Well, hello, there, Patricia.

Sergeant! Drinking alone, I see?

Yeah, well, it's not what I intended. My date let me down.

Smart woman.

Or man?

If you must know, it was a colleague...Angela.

That's funny. I don't remember asking.

What can I say? I'm an open book.

Unlike yourself.

Hello?

Anyone at home?

Reggie, cup of tea, is it?

So, Sergeant. Can I get you another drink?

-Well, that depends.

-On what?

-Who's serving me.

And why would that matter?

You pull a much better pint than your son.

David, could you get the sergeant another pint, please?

Conor won't stop texting me.

It's OK, love.

What's going on?

Oh, for Christ's sake, just tell me.

It's Angela. She's hassling Rachel again.

About Conor?

That's harassment. I'm calling Sean.

No, wait a second, let's just think about it, OK?

What's there to think about?

Trust me. I'm going to take care of it.

You go and finish the kitchen, OK? Please.

Give me your phone.

State of you.

Did ye sell any?

Oh, yeah, punters were gouging each other's eyes out

to get a hold of one of these bad boys.

No. I spoke to a few of them in the market. I'll start tomorrow.

Right.

I have news.

A new client. Called about an hour ago.

-Wants us to meet him tomorrow.

-Who is he?

Dunno. Just said he's looking for a loan.

Sounds like a big one, too.

Really?

Easily two grand, I'd say.

I hope you told him no.

No, I told him we'd call him back.

-Keith. We can't. I promised your da.

-Since when do you listen to him?

DOOR OPENS

Look, Ma, he doesn't need to know, all right?

PHONE VIBRATES

What did she say?

SHE SIGHS

Well...at least you tried, son.

I don't...

She didn't write this.

-What?

-She didn't write this.

-What do you mean?

She never uses full words, let alone apostrophes.

Drives me crazy. I'm telling you, she didn't write this.

I know she didn't write this.

-Maybe it was Niamh.

-Or Liam.

GLASS SMASHES

Right, pal. Think you've had enough, come on.

I'm grand.

Mrs Hennessy, I'm after spilling me drink...

-Right. Time to go.

-Why don't I call you a cab...?

-It's all right, I'll handle this. Don't worry.

-It's fine.

Yeah, it's fine, mister.

Now, be a good filly, and filly-me up...

Bit of respect there, Reggie, all right?

I said it's fine.

That's right, I am fine...

but not as fine as the lovely Patricia, here...

Oh, why don't I call your son and he can drive you home?

-Come on, Reggie, time to go. Get out.

-Stop! Johno!

Good night, now, off you go.

-Oh, well done.

-What? I was just trying to help.

-Did it look like I needed your help?

-Yeah, it did.

So you swooped in to save a poor damsel in distress.

Go home, Johno.

Of course it was him. He's probably been calling the shots all along.

Hold on now. We don't know that.

It makes sense. Mum's right.

Hold on a second. This is crazy. We're just guessing over...what?

Bloody grammar.

We leave it alone. We don't do anything else. That's it. OK?

-Hang on a second.

-Did you not hear me?

-Look, I was worried about you, all right?

-Reggie is harmless.

-Maybe, but after all the other stuff you've been through...

-I'm fine.

Are you, though?

OK, look, full disclosure?

I came here to check on you.

Because whether you like it or not, I do actually give a crap.

-You guys coming?

-Yeah, just going to put the alarm on.

Hey...

It's all under control, OK? Don't be worrying.

PHONE ALERT

What?

Stop.

That's not what you said last night.

Well, the lights are on now, so...

What? Body of an Adonis.

And you're not bad yourself, either.

-One small complaint, though.

-Oh, really?

-I'd have picked a different hotel.

-You'd have picked a cheaper hotel.

Ah, well, you have me there. So...thanks.

"Thanks"?

-For paying for the room, like.

-After you drank half the mini-bar?

Ah, here. Yesterday, you accuse me of sexism,

today, I strike a blow for feminism...

This was a mistake.

Come on, don't be like that.

We can go halves if you like.

I've obviously lost my mind.

We won't be doing this again.

Well, that would be a shame.

For you, maybe.

Damn shame...

I can't believe what Angela's doing.

I mean, I know it's her son and everything

but the way she's going after Ray?

She's a desperate woman, love.

This will all be over soon.

And you can get back to normal again.

-Not that you were ever normal.

-Shut up.

If Conor or Angela or anybody tries to contact you...

-just give me a call.

-OK.

Ange?

Ange?

Liam knows something.

I have to go to work.

Mum?

You're up a bit early, aren't you?

What?

Oh, I just went to shop to get the papers.

Will you throw us the sports section?

I must have left it in the shop.

Did you talk to Claire about Luke?

And say what? "Hey, Sis, got the Kiely's gaff bricked."

That'll help in the case, won't it?

-All is not lost, love.

-Sure.

What?

Nothing. Did you get your hair cut or something?

No.

Why?

Just look a bit different.

Here, Niamh was telling me about these Handbag Parties...

You what?

You know, where you invite people over, have a few drinks

and everyone buys a bag. You could sell a few.

I could help you organise it if you want.

That's a good business idea.

You could call yourselves "the bag ladies". Get it?

Yeah...thanks, great. Hopefully won't need it, though.

All right, then...

Tell you, I don't know how I'm going to shift that lot.

I'll be lucky to make 100 euro.

Go away out of that, you'll make much more than that.

-Did you see what they try to sell on the shopping channel?

-I have, yeah.

And I don't want any of it for Christmas, thanks.

Listen, Rome wasn't a built in a day. You're a natural saleswoman.

Go out there and dazzle them.

What's that?

Bloke from yesterday. Needs a loan. A big one.

He called back.

No.

-Just sayin'.

-No new clients.

It's not like we're touting, is it? They're queueing up.

Nowhere else to go.

Don't start that, Bridge.

Look, Da, we don't need to tell Katie.

I said no!

You'd rather see her sellin' her wares out of a plastic bag,

-would you? What, so Princess Bride can get what she wants again?

-Keith!

Forget about it, then.

NEWS BROADCAST ON TV

What's this?

"Good night, Liam."

She must've sent it on the sly.

What's she playing at?

-Look, she knows what she's doing, I guess.

-You reckon?

This is way too risky. What if Liam brought that text to the Guards?

-She hasn't let us down yet.

-I know, Son.

I'm getting very worried about her.

I've never seen her this desperate before, have you?

Liam, I've noted your complaint.

-Oh, here we go.

-And I'll be talking to Sergeant Tyrell...

Oh, you'll talk to her, will you? Over a few pints, maybe?

Do NOT insult my intelligence.

You all look after each other here, don't you?

That's not how this is. Believe me, I'm trying to fix this.

You call your superintendent

or whoever it is you need to call or I'm going to the papers.

-Liam...please...

-No, if that's what it takes.

OK?

Police harassment, negligence, incompetence.

A list as long as my arm

of what me and my family have been put through at this station

-ever since my teenage daughter was groomed and raped.

-OK, enough.

I will deal with this. Now, please.

Hello, again.

Sergeant O'Riordan. Off to save another damsel in distress?

Cat up a tree, more likely.

Ladies who brunch?

Off to get the nails done next.

Business meeting, actually.

Right.

Well, I better...

Yeah, of course. Look, er...

..about this morning. Sorry I may have been a bit...

Boorish?

Cocky was the word I was going to use.

Anyway, thanks again...

you know...it was...

I'm glad one of us enjoyed ourselves.

Don't think it was all one-way traffic there.

Must do it again some time.

You really are full of charm, aren't you?

-Here to service the people.

-Service?

-I didn't actually mean...

-What exactly did you mean?

-Just if you ever need...

-Servicing?

If you like.

Perhaps you'd like to club me next time, drag me to your cave.

It is a bit obvious, isn't it?

I beg your pardon?

You just happened to walk out of the Neptune just when I happened...

You really are unbelievable.

Pat! Patricia...

SHE LAUGHS

You've got some nerve.

-Is Liam here?

-You're not talking to him.

This is none of your business.

You're harassing my family! Showing up at our house and snooping around.

I think that makes it my business.

You need to back off and accept the truth.

Your son is a killer.

You watch what you say about Conor.

Or what? You'll come after me too?

-Are you stupid or just naive?

-Excuse me?!

It's right under your nose and you just don't see it.

Your father and sister know exactly what happened to Brian McGonigle.

Oh, my God. You actually believe that, don't you?

Everything OK?

I'm going.

SHOP BELL TINGS

BUZZER

Ange.

I know what Rachel said about Conor hit you hard.

What she said doesn't surprise me one bit.

It's the fact that you believed her.

-I thought you were smarter than that.

-Watch yourself.

Don't walk away from me. You, stop gawking.

I am warning you. Back off the Reids.

You might be Conor's mum, but you're also a Garda Sergeant.

-I'm fully aware of that.

-Really? Not from where I'm standing.

Did you get the text I sent last night?

Oh, that? Yeah.

Rachel told me about your little stunt.

Rachel had to tell you?

I thought you were pulling the strings.

You just sound paranoid now.

Really? Because I reckon I'm just beginning to see things clearly.

After everything Brian did...

..there must have been a rage building up inside...

Then one day you had enough. You wanted him dead,

and you snapped. The worst part?

Rachel was still in love with him, wasn't she?

We try to look after our children. That's what we do.

But you failed her.

A young girl. Innocent, until Brian took all that away.

-If you say one more word about...

-All the lies she's told,

and she's still lying. To protect you?

Or herself?

Did Rachel kill Brian?

You've lost it.

You know that?

You come in here ranting and raving.

Jesus Christ...yesterday you were seen going through our bins

-like a homeless person.

-I know when I'm close to the truth.

-I've been doing this job for 20 years...

-Yeah?

Well, you're done as a Guard now, you hear me?

I'm going to make sure of it.

That's no problem, Mr Doyle. No problem at all.

Keith will be around first thing in the morning with it.

See you then.

Are we back in business?

-Looks like it.

-It's about time you copped on.

I want you to bring that money around to him

-first thing in the morning. Do you understand me?

-Yeah.

Here, the addresses? You gave Katie the logbook.

You hardly think I wouldn't have a backup?

-Names and addresses.

-Brilliant.

I want you to get on the phone to all them clients we cancelled with.

Hopefully it's not too late.

Yeah...er...

I never actually cancelled them.

I mean, I was going to start up if you weren't, so...

That's my boy.

What are we going to tell Katie and Da?

What they don't know won't hurt 'em.

Right.

-I want that woman gone.

-Liam, you need to calm down.

No. Not now she's coming after me and my family.

It's not my problem that she can't accept what her son...

What her son did.

DOOR OPENS

What's he been saying?

-Jesus, Angela.

-He wants me fired, does he?

See? She's unhinged. She should not be working here.

Angela, you need to get out of my office. Now.

Who do you believe?

Him or me?

Oh, for God's sake!

I have supported you and stuck by you no matter what.

When we lost Mckay, I was right there beside you

every step of the way, helping you, holding you up.

And now...

..that I need you...

Him or me?

The security in this place is pants.

I beg your pardon?

Just with all the trouble you've had.

It's under control.

Oh, that's lovely, that is.

I come over here on my lunch break,

all the way over here to offer help.

Take time out of my day. There's no pleasing some people, is there?

I'd love to continue this riveting conversation,

-but I really am very busy.

-Yeah, shut up. You're not.

You're sitting there pushing bits of paper around,

tapping on your little computer...

daydreaming about me.

OK, time to leave.

Let me show you out.

It's true, though, isn't it?

Can't stop thinking about me, Pat.

It's Patricia!

It's Johno.

Very pleased to meet you...Patricia.

He has some nerve, I'll give him that.

Accusing me of going after his family?!

-That man framed our son for murder, I know he did.

-But does Nikki?

Well, maybe not yet, but if I go at him harder...

No, Ange. You've got to stop this.

-What?

-I want him to confess just as much as you do.

Then why are you telling me to stop?

Because of Nikki.

What if you push too far and she finds out?

That won't matter. Not if I get him to confess.

And if you can't?

He's had months to think this through,

to run the scenarios, and he's smart.

So it's time for you to be smart as well.

What are you saying?

We stand a much better chance of nailing Liam Reid

if we have Nikki on our side.

So get in there and tell her you're sorry.

Never done it in a haulage office before.

Tell me more. Who?

DOOR RATTLES

You are joking me.

We haven't been burgled, have we?

No! Sergeant O'Riordan was just...

Just have a look at that and...

How's tricks, David?

Yeah, tricks are fine. Mum, the float?

Yeah, it's over there, behind you.

What's going on?

Just a bit of...Victim Support.

I'd have a look at a new alarm,

one that's connected directly to the Gardai. We could be here...

..at a moment's notice.

You really think we need a new alarm?

Well, thank you, Sergeant, that's all very helpful.

-Well, anyway, I'll be off.

-OK, love.

This is the very, very last time this happens.

-It's been fun, but...

-I know.

Think I did my back in.

My place tonight, then?

Yeah, come in.

Hey. You must be psychic.

-Sorry?

-I was just about to get you.

Right. What's going on?

Why don't you sit down?

Look, we both know that you have been under a lot of strain recently.

You know, that's why I'm here.

To say sorry, things just...

Look, I know my behaviour has been out of order,

but...you know, I'm fine now.

Nikki, he's my son.

And I have to think about the station, Angela.

Don't do this, please.

This is not my decision to make.

Sergeant Tyrell, the Chief Superintendent's office

has given direction that you are to be suspended with immediate effect.