Episode 36 Red Rock

Mr Scanlon, where was the first time you met Michael?

-In prison.

-I can't employ someone with a criminal record.

I didn't mean to hit her.

Right, but you must have been angry about your mother's suspension.

-What suspension?

-You didn't know Angela was suspended?

No, I didn't.

You need to get on your knees and have a good old grovel to your ma.

And get me that job back.

You recognise this? You lied in your statement.

You knew about your mother's suspension.

Look, I didn't mean to. It was just...

You've broken the conditions of your bail one too many times.

Ray?

-Shower's free.

-OK.

-So if you want to beat Dad to it...

-I said OK!

Look. What happened with Conor...

I don't want to hear it.

Good morning.

Is it?

-You need to eat something, Rachel.

-I'm going to shower.

MUSIC PLAYS

DOOR OPENS

Tell ya, I need L plates on that bleedin' yoke.

-Do you know that?

-How was he?

He's grand. He's out cold.

Fresh air did him well.

Could do with a nap meself.

Bags to sell.

Alan Sugar, eat your heart out.

-Shampoo?

-It's under the sink.

What's it doing there?

Ask the maid.

Will you be able shift all this lot?

Christmas. They'll fly out.

I could do some flyers for you. Put them in the cafe.

That'd be great. Thanks.

Oh, and Niamh wants a bag too.

Take your pick.

What?

Nothing.

Vin?

I'm just pleased for you, that's all. Making a go of it.

Of this.

Better than that loan shark malark.

Bangin' on people's doors. Demanding money.

Yeah.

I know they've a library in there, but... It's a good book.

Thanks.

I can't believe the court cancelled his bail.

What can we say?

He shouldn't be there.

There's no news, nothing we can tell him.

We can't even give him hope.

Going to see him, that's the main thing.

I don't need the manual, Sharon.

Sorry, I just...

It's fine.

Ready?

Yeah.

I didn't hear you leave this morning.

Was in here for seven. Tonnes to do.

I thought it was a quiet enough week?

That was before we lost Robbie.

Now I need to figure out how we're going to make these runs.

Just spit it out, Michael.

I think we should give him his job back, Mum.

Out of the question.

He's a good worker, the clients like him. You like him.

-Admit it.

-Whether I like him or not is irrelevant.

My only concern is the reputation of the company.

Robbie's only concern is looking after his mother.

Oh, Christ. Don't tell me,

he's an invalid mother he has to take care of?

Actually, yes. She's in a home.

With Alzheimer's.

Check it out if you don't believe me.

Ailish Scanlon. St Ives Home. Visits her every day.

It's clean, comfortable... But it's not cheap, ya know.

He needs this job, Mum.

I'll think about it.

Who's up for a sugar rush?

What about you, Westlife? I know you love a good dunk.

I'm fine.

What? Do you think I'll poison you?

Right. Well, maybe this'll be of more interest.

We're looking for a new buckshee, someone to work alongside Rory here.

A detective's aide, guys, it's a great opportunity.

Definitely served me well.

Right, well, maybe you guys can have a think

and if you're interested, just come and see me.

OK.

You're way offside here, lads. It's not the boss's fault.

Brown nosing again, Detective?

You were the one who brought Conor in.

Leave it, Sean.

Coming?

Do you not think he feels bad enough?

No more than Nikki.

You didn't see them this morning, packing his bag.

And if you didn't know them? The family?

Look at the facts. He broke the conditions of his bail.

Yeah, I don't need a lecture.

You going to spend your days in uniform, Sharon?

End up like Paudge?

Sat behind your desk when you're 50, eating Wagon Wheels

and drinking full-fat Coke?

Nikki's right. Buckshee is a real opportunity.

Question is, are you up for it or not?

I'll take this one.

You're sure? If you want a different colour, Ma's got loads.

No, this is perfect.

-Dad, that's table four.

-Huh?

Four.

-Here, could I stick some flyers up?

-What?

-For Ma's bags.

-Yeah, whatever.

Ignore him.

PHONE VIBRATES

-Don't take it out on her.

-Not now, Niamh, OK?

Hello... Yes, speaking.

No. She should be in school.

OK, thanks for letting me know.

-Hi...

-It's Dad...

-..it's Rachel. You know what to do, thanks.

Just give me a ring when you get this.

OK? Please.

Everything OK?

I just need to step out for a bit, OK?

Won't be long.

Your name's not on it.

Check again, will you, please?

Nope. Afraid not.

Angela Tyrell.

There's no Angela Tyrell down on the list, OK?

Well, it's obvious you've made some sort of mistake.

If you're not on the list, I can't let you in.

Get me your supervisor.

-Ange.

-I'm not leaving here till I see my son.

You've got a bit of...

Turncoat.

No point in letting them go to waste.

You're worse than Paudge.

So, are you going to go for the detective's aide?

And work alongside Mr I-know-everything?

No chance. You?

Someone's started early.

We'd better not touch her, just in case.

Oh, Christ!

Oh, jeez, Rachel. Rach!

She's drunk half the bottle.

Rach, can you hear me? It's Sean.

Come on, Rach! Wake up!

Are you all right?

Right. Come on. Let's go.

Come on.

It's Bridget Kiely here, don't you hang up that phone on me.

Maybe I'll send Keith around, will I?

The bang off of this.

No, listen. Just have the payment ready when I call.

Another two sold.

Flyin'. I don't know what that young one's feeding that kid.

Ah, you love the bones of him.

Not his arse, I don't.

It was all up his back and everything, it was.

You wouldn't change him for the world.

You're changing him next.

Oh, no, your turn today, love. I've bags to sell.

You wouldn't have a few yo-yos to spare, would you?

Just that a gee-gee I've been following is running today,

seven to one. Dead cert.

-Yeah, right.

-I'm tellin' you.

You all right?

Wash your hands, will ya? I can still smell that nappy.

So are you going to lend me the money or what?

I'll give it to you in a minute, OK?

Squeaky wheel.

I knew it was a mistake.

What's she doing here? I said no!

Conor...

No, Dad, no!

Get that bitch out of my sight!

Conor...?

Well, let Claire deal with it.

So you keep saying.

These things take time.

Did Claire say when we're going to get Luke back?

David.

Didn't think so.

So, have you decided? About Robbie.

I did, yes.

What is this?

A reference.

Right, see, that's not exactly what I'm after, Mum.

I wrote about him in glowing reports.

He'll have no problem getting a job.

As long as his papers and licence are in order.

I need him driving for me.

Why?

He knows the routes... the clients like him.

He's a van driver, Michael. Not a brain surgeon.

We'll get another.

Here, you need to drink.

How're you feeling?

Is there something I should know? Why you're doing this to yourself?

Rach. Has it got to do with you and Conor?

I better call Niamh.

It's OK, I'll do it.

Yeah? Thanks.

Coffee to go?

Yeah, that'd be great. About that bag...

I paid Katie already.

No, it's not that. It came from a dodgy batch.

If you give me it back to me, I'll get you a better one.

Ray.

Is she OK?

She will be.

Rachel?

She's OK.

Why don't you get some air?

Where'd you find her?

Park. She was in a bad way.

Yes, all this Conor business... it's wrecking her head.

-And that's it?

-Yeah, what else would it be?

-We'll leave you to it.

-Yeah, thanks.

Mum?

There's no napkins out there, I spilt something.

-Thanks. A bloody Mary.

-What?

That's what that young one needs. Settle her stomach.

How's she?

Dad's taking her home.

Poor mite.

She'll be grand.

I remember me debs.

Tequila. Nearly killed me, can't even smell it now. Makes me sick.

-You never told me that.

-Some things I have to keep secret.

That bag?

Oh. Yeah.

Dodgy clasp.

Didn't notice that.

Yeah, it was a dodgy batch.

Seems OK to me.

Is that yours?

No. It's not mine.

Counterfeits still flooding the market.

They must be bringing them in by the ship load. So if anyone approaches...

-Yeah, I'll let you know straight away.

-Cheers, appreciate it.

Michael.

Hey.

Sean.

How's Conor?

Sharon said you were going in to see him.

Look, Tommy...

We've just been in to visit him.

Except he refused to see us. Satisfied?

I had no option.

Right. Nothing to do with who your girlfriend is, no?

Just in case. OK?

You try and drink some water, sweetheart, if you can. OK?

-Put the telly on for you?

-No.

-Are you sure?

I'd better get back. OK?

Dad!

-Will you stay for a while?

-Yeah.

Of course I will.

-I'm sorry.

-Don't be. OK?

You know I love you, don't you?

-You don't have to say that.

-Shut up. I do.

Mad about my girl.

Hey, hey...come on.

Come on.

It's OK.

It's OK.

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Dad? Hang on a sec...

It's Conor.

-Can I speak to Mum?

-Yeah, here.

-Hello?

-I'm really, really sorry, but I didn't have a choice.

What happened?

Everyone knows you're a Guard. I had to say those things.

Are you being threatened?

No, Mum, no.

But I need to keep it that way.

Conor...

I've told everyone that you ratted me out and that I hate you for it.

So you need to stay away.

Conor...

-All I do is cause you trouble.

-No, that's not true.

That's not true. Listen, what happened with Brian...

you couldn't control any of that.

OK? And Conor. That was me. I did that, OK?

Not you. Me.

You're not a bad person, Rachel. OK?

Do you hear me?

Say it.

-I'm not a bad person.

-Say it again.

-I'm not a bad person.

-Say it again.

I'm not a bad person.

No, you're not a bad person.

Close your eyes. Come on, close your eyes. Get some rest.

I'm not going anywhere.

-Katie, love, I swear, I didn't know.

-Yeah, right.

Will you tell her?

If I had known, I would have stopped her, you know that.

-You and Lukey mean everything to me.

-When have you ever stood up to her?

Even when she went offside you just let her waltz back in.

She's giving it up. Aren't you?

Tell her you're giving it up.

-Bridget!

-She can't.

You promised me. You swore you were giving it up.

And where'd you think the money for your gee-gees came from?

Cos it certainly wasn't from selling that crap.

Well, you can stop now.

Already tried that.

Well, try again.

I am not going back to scraping for a livin'!

-We're going to lose our grandson!

-We won't. She hasn't got the bottle.

Haven't I?

Katie, love. We can sort this out.

You going to stop doing what you're doing?

Bridget?

Bridget, please.

Katie.

You satisfied?

She'll be back.

What if she doesn't come back? I lose a daughter.

I lose a grandson.

Katie was right. I should have never let you back in.

Sometimes I wish you never had.

Yeah? Well, you know where the bleedin' door is!

Katie?

You won't hear be a peep out of him, I promise.

I can't. I've got enough going on...

I'm so sorry. It's just for today.

Please.

Vinny, I was thinking of nipping into town later, do you want to come?

No.

Right, lads, next time anyone touches my lunch I'll be putting

them on checkpoint duty for a month.

OK? Did you get that? Great.

Oh, before I forget - that report...

It's on your desk.

And the vehicle check?

Cut-and-shut.

If you're trying to impress me for this buckshee job,

you're going to have to do a lot better than that.

I suppose if you did decide to go for it I could put in a good word for you.

And you'd do the same for me, yeah?

Thought you weren't interested, Westlife?

Tell you what...

whichever of yous figures out who's been stealing Nikki's lunch,

that's who I'll back.

You can't be serious?

Why not? It'll show me who can think like a detective.

Not everyone's cut out for it.

Whatever.

Suit yourself.

He's such a sap, isn't he?

He's not all that bad.

It'd be nice to get out of the uniform, though.

You're not wrong.

Katie, love, will you come home and we can sort this out.

-Not a chance.

-The place isn't the same without you, love.

Are you going to stop her?

Your ma...

Da!

Then I have no choice. It's not safe for me or Luke.

No-one's going to harm you and little Lukey.

I don't believe that any more.

-Katie...

-I can't stay in a place where I'm afraid for Luke's life.

But there's no need to be.

Oh, no? People know us as money lenders, Da.

Any old scumbag could show up. And Keith?

I need the two of yous home where you belong.

No, Dad.

Katie, can you...

I have to work.

LUKE CRIES

Katie, is that Luke?

So what if it is?

What's he doing here?

Are you ordering something or not?

You all right?

Do you ever just want to get away from it all?

Liam, what's Luke doing here?

I dunno. Some big row, they're moving out, I think.

I've called you in because I've spoken to the Chief Super.

About lifting your suspension.

And?

I told him that you are a good officer.

I told him that you're under a massive amount of pressure.

And I've personally promised that you will not act out again.

Specifically that you will not harass the Reids any more.

And what did he say?

Yeah, he's agreed. He's lifted your suspension.

I put my neck on the line for you again.

I know.

I want you to promise me that you'll behave.

What you always say to me, leave your personal stuff at the door.

I need you to show me that I've made the right decision here, Ange.

You have.

Right. Then let's get back to work.

Bingo!

What are you doing?

Nothing.

What have you got there?

Mind your own business.

All right, what's the first thing we do when investigating a crime?

You set up a camera to catch the lunch thief?

My own CCTV.

The problem is, Westlife, you're too late.

What?

Don't think so.

I think I've a fair idea who it might be.

-Who?

-All in good time.

-You're bluffing.

-We'll see.

Sarge?

They've lifted the suspension.

That's great news.

Isn't it?

Yes, of course.

Good to have you back.

I just want to get on with things now.

Can we forget all about this?

OK, I'll see you tomorrow.

Why have you left home?

None of your business.

-None of my business?

-Just get lost.

Where are you staying?

Do you have anywhere to stay?

For God's sake, Katie, we have to do what's best for Luke.

I do what's best for Luke every minute of every day.

Doesn't look like it.

I thought I told you to get lost. So get lost.

How can you not see what you're doing?

He's right. This is no place for a child.

Can you two stop harassing me at work?

You are homeless with your child at work.

See sense and let us take Luke for a few hours.

-Over my dead body.

-Mum. You said you'd stay out of this.

You let David take Luke or I'm calling Social Services.

Mum, will you stop?

You know what, call the Social Services.

I am so sick of your threats.

I will.

If that's what it takes to make sure my grandson's safe.

We'll never give up, Katie. Never.

What is this?

This? It's Plan B.

You're not serious.

Is your Ma going to give me a job back?

-She won't.

-So what choice do we have?

Have I let you down before?

Exactly.

Trust me. I've got this.

All right, bring it inside quick.

She means it, doesn't she? She's never going to give up.

Well, he is her grandson.

I'm just saying.

What are you going to do?

I don't know.

I really don't know.

I don't want this for Luke.

To be growing up around us fighting his whole life.

If we could just go...

What's stopping you?

Where would I go? I'm not exactly over qualified, am I?

If you really want to, there's always something.

You OK?

Yeah, fine.

Catch the lunch thief yet?

I'm working on it.

Chances like these don't come along every day, Garda Holden.

I'll figure it out. Don't you worry.

OK, everything is paid for, right? You just have to turn up.

I know what I'm doing, Mikey. It was originally my idea, remember?

I'll try and keep Laser off our backs.

PHONE RINGS

See?

That's not very friendly.

Oh, sorry, that was you, was it?

Not avoiding me, I hope?

No, no. It came up as private number.

Thought it was someone trying to sell me insurance or something.

What are you doing here?

Checking in on my investment.

-If somebody sees you...

-Then you better make sure you pick up next time.

So? When do I get my delivery?

-Real soon.

-Yeah?

You're just heading off now, aren't you, Robbie?

Right, see yas in a bit, lads, right?

Whoa. Hold on a minute. He's not going in that, is he?

-Why not?

-Because...

I thought the whole point was to use your vans! Harbour Haulage.

Your name, your reputation. Customs should be a doddle.

-Robbie rocks up in that jalopy, there'll be a feeding frenzy.

-Laser, it'll be grand.

What's the story, Michael? You were the one full of it.

Well?

We can't.

That right?

My...mum sacked him.

Your mammy?!

I've paid for a double consignment of cigarettes

and I have people waiting, people who don't like to wait.

And you're worried about what Mammy is going to say?

Stick him in one of your vans, now.

Yeah. Yeah, I'm just going to have to juggle things around.

-You do that.

-OK. Yeah.

She's bluffing. She'll be back in no time.

I want her back in this house today.

Fine!

DOOR SHUTS

Ah, look who it is. What did I say?

-Hiya, love.

-Hi.

You all right, love?

Yeah, fine.

What are you looking for?

I just need something.

What?

Why can't I find anything in this house?

What are you looking for?

I'm looking for my passport.

Why?

I've taken a job. Luke and I, we're leaving tomorrow.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's just too much.

Patricia threatening Social Services. The money lending.

Where are you going?

Glasgow.

Glasgow?

She's having you on, Vin.

Niamh's got mates there. They run a B&B.

-Housemaid?

-Better than this.

Katie, love.

They've agreed to put me up until I get on my feet.

I've booked the flights. We leave tomorrow.

Give us a whisky.

Give us another.

Another.

Everything OK?

Another.

Vincent?

It's a navy touch-screen phone.

Navy touch-screen.

Let me know if you spot it.

-Yeah, sure.

-Thanks.

Looking for something?

No. What are you doing here?

I'm just about to catch a thief.

Yeah, right.

You don't have a clue.

You keep telling yourself that.

All right, Detective Garda?

If you don't mind.

I spiked Nikki's yoghurt.

With laxatives.

You didn't?

You haven't seen Sean's phone around or anything like that, have you?

My gran swears by them,

said they could shift the Macgillycuddy Reeks...

Great work, Shazza!

Yes! Yes!

Drinking isn't going to solve anything.

Want to bet?

Why don't you come home? Persuade her.

No.

No.

You see, I know her better than you.

Cos I reared her. Not you.

Me.

She's not for turning.

Well, you're not going to find any answers in the bottom of a glass,

that's for sure.

Bridge, you're the cause of this.

I warned you. I told you.

I'm not going to apologise.

No. You never do. Just plough on through, the Bridget way.

Just get out of my sight, will ya?

Don't you dare talk to me...

I'm not going to listen to any more, Bridge, right? No more.

Do you mind keeping it down? You're upsetting the customers.

We're leaving now, aren't we, Vin?

You can go where you like. I'm staying right here.

Get me another.

You've had enough.

I said get me another whisky.

And I said no.

Are you stupid or something? Get me the bleedin' drink.

What is wrong with you?

You...that's what.

You, your mother, your scummy family.

You've no idea?

Clueless. Haven't the brains you were born with, have you?

What are you talking about?

Flights are booked.

She's leaving first thing.

You what?

Katie decided she's leaving the country. She's taking Luke.

How are you doing?

Trying to get a spare run. Mam's everything logged.

What am I looking at here?

It's me ma's nursing home.

The text just said no-one is safe.

He wouldn't.

Wouldn't he?

KNOCK ON DOOR

-No. Get out.

-What do you think you're playing at? Where's Luke?

He's sleeping.

-You can't do this.

-Can't I?

-No. I won't let you.

-I'm his mother. It's my decision.

And I'm his father. You can't.

This fighting has just gone way too far, David.

And I really, I just can't handle it any more.

We don't have to fight. We don't have to.

Don't you get it? It's never going to end.

What if Luke ends up like Darren?

I can't let that happen.

I won't, I'm not going to let that happen.

Please don't take him away from me.

David! It's done.

I am begging you.

David! It's done. We're leaving.

At least let me see him.

No.

Go.

-No.

-David.

Not until I get to say goodbye.

-No!

-You heard her.

Do you want me to call the Guards?

Please don't do this. Please don't do this.

David, please, just go.

Don't take him away from me.

David, you need to leave, please.

Come on. It's over.

Come on.

-It's a warning. Loud and clear. I told you, mess with Laser...

-You introduced us!

-Told you not to get into bed with him, though.

-You need to calm down.

That's easy for you to say. It's not your ma.

We have to use the Harbour Haulage van. Michael!

I can't have my mother finding out.

-Afraid she's going to ground you?

-She's not stupid, Robbie. She sacked you.

-And now you're driving one of her vans.

-So you hide me.

I can't. I told you.

Everything is logged.

We've no other option here.

There's always an option.

No, not with Laser. We do what we're told or we're sunk.

Michael! This is me ma we're talking about.