Soap opera based around a busy Dublin Garda station. A rough reception greets Patricia at the family firm. Angela's anxiety about Conor increases.
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Dozens of runs a week, all over the continent.
Most aren't even full. And I'm in charge of it all.
Me and you?
I can't do it, I can't do it any more. You've no idea.
-Conor, you're hurting me.
-I need you to tell the truth.
Rache, please! Rachel!
I want to buy myself out of our arrangement.
Say hello to your ma for me.
You don't have that sort of cash.
But the business does.
You're really going to go this time?
I'm going to miss you so much.
I am so sorry, Conor.
I swear, I never...
HE COUGHS AND GASPS
Pressure still dropping.
-Charge to 150.
-Get them out! Out now!
-What's wrong with him?
Three strikes and we're out.
Even if we got the password now.
-Give me a minute. I know computers.
-You know how to nick them.
-What about the safe, then?
She changed the combination.
Doesn't trust me, see?
You need to get that money back, Mikey.
-If Laser does anything to my ma, I'm going to...
She's not well.
Yeah, I know, mate. I've heard it all a million times already!
Look, I'm sorry.
None of this was meant to happen.
-So what are you going to do?
-I'm going to get his money.
-I'll get it.
-What, are you going to pull it out your arse?
-Is there a few bob lying around there, is there?
I knew you'd finally get the hang of that.
No, I'm all right.
What's wrong with you?
I just don't want one, all right?
He used to love sucking the corners on them, didn't he?
She should have taken it with her, shouldn't she?
Crack open the ashtray there.
Always a silver lining.
Katie's gone. That's all right, as long as you have your smokes.
I wonder, are they there yet, huh?
She said she'd ring you when she arrives, Vinnie.
I'm going to miss the pair of them.
Dirty nappies, teething...
You know we drove her out.
-No, always talking about leaving, that young one.
But she finally did a Ma on it, didn't she?
I came back.
You're not exactly upset about all this, are you?
Just because I'm not crying into me pint, doesn't mean I'm not upset.
I carried the young one in my belly for nine months, didn't I?
How are you, love?
Yeah. Grand, yeah. Yeah.
Yeah. No. Wouldn't even know you're missing.
They stabbed our boy with a spoon!
He's a guard's son, for God's sake.
They should be protecting him.
You know he was after a fix.
-We don't know that.
Well, he can't go back there.
-And if he pulls through...
WHEN he pulls through.
-We can't let him go back.
-We don't have much choice, though, do we?
Mr and Mrs Tyrell, come with me.
Hello, yeah. I want to ask about a patient.
-Yeah, what's the name?
-Are you a relative?
-No, I'm a...friend of the family.
So sorry, I can't disclose...
So, what, you can't even tell me if he's...?
-..unless you'd like to leave a message?
-No. No, I understand.
Our visiting hours are from...
MONITOR BEEPS STEADILY
Do you remember how blond he was when he was a baby?
I just remember how he used to scream the house down.
I don't think he slept till he was five.
I was talking to the doctor outside.
The thing is, er...
It's nothing to worry about.
She said there was someone lurking by his bed.
Just before it happened.
They haven't a clue.
But they gave me a description.
What are you doing here?
You weren't answering your phone.
What are you doing?
Look, I'm sorry...
So can all this stuff wait?
Go on home, Rache.
Well, maybe I can help. Cos, you know, I'm better...
Look, just... Just go home, OK?
I need to be on my own for a bit, OK?
I spoilt him too much.
Who are we talking about now?
Don't be so hard on yourself.
Being a father suited him.
Knocked some sense into him.
I don't know how's he's going to cope without Luke.
He'll pull through.
Hasn't he his wagon of a mother to make sure of it?
What's going on, Liam?
-You know Sergeant O'Riordan.
How are you?
Is everything OK?
Look, I'll, erm...
I'll give you guys a couple of minutes.
What's going on?
-It's the lease to the cafe.
-I can see that.
I want to sign it over to the girls.
Can you change it for me?
Can this not wait until morning?
No. Patricia, sorry, it can't.
He lost a lot of blood, which weakened his heart.
We've re-established normal rhythm again.
So he is going to be OK?
It's difficult to tell at the moment.
Look, we're going out of our minds here, Doctor.
So can you please just spit it out?
The oxygen supply to Conor's brain was severely compromised.
What was Liam Reid doing here?
They just allow him to wander into whichever room he wants?
And he's been ringing.
Trying to get information out of the nurses.
I don't have a fresh lease in the house.
Can you not just amend this one? As long it's your signature...
-I'll get the forms to you tomorrow.
What's the rush?
Nothing. Sorry for ruining your evening.
You can tell me.
You'll have it first thing in the morning.
What kind of pub has no money?
-Of course there was money.
-Not enough to pay off Laser,
but more than enough to get people sniffing around in my direction.
He's going to rip our heads off.
-I tried, all right?
-You're a bleeding amateur.
I don't see you coming up with any ideas.
I didn't promise Laser Byrne his money back, did I?
We could run.
What about me ma?
You told that care home to keep an eye on her, didn't you?
Are you joking? They don't give a rat's!
People are always flying off to get cures these days.
Tell your ma you've got cancer.
A bad dose, too.
Are you for real? She's not an eejit, Robbie!
She's our last hope.
Mr and Mrs Tyrell...
Conor, somebody here to see you.
It's only me and Dad.
Don't worry. Keep talking.
How are you feeling, son?
-Mum, where am I?
You're going to be OK.
His body's been through the wringer.
We've run some cognitive tests and all the signs are that he's fine.
Oh, this better not mean you're skiving off work today.
I need your help.
-Money. I need money.
-We've been through this.
I know, Mum, but it's just a loan.
-None of your business.
You looking for money again, is it?
Do we have to do this in front of the whole family?
Surprise, surprise. It's not enough being big dog.
He needs pocket money now.
-I thought you'd be upstairs crying over pictures of Luke.
Why don't you go down to the playground, kidnap a random child?
Keep going, see where it gets you.
OK, could you just grow up, the pair of you?
You don't give that scumbag a penny!
-Let me get my purse!
Come on, Mum, it's not exactly going to break the bank, is it?
You have some neck, I'll give you that much.
Is that a yes?
There may be a few preconditions.
Like easing off your brother. You think you can manage that?
Who do you owe?
No-one. Look, I made an investment.
What kind of an investment?
It's not really your thing, all right? It'll come good.
I just need a bit of cash flow.
Do you know what? It's fine. It's fine.
You don't know what this means.
-When do you need it?
I can do that.
All I need is the company name and the bank details.
You hardly think I was going to give it to you in a bag, did you?
I want to go to the hospital. I need to see Conor.
-Please, I know what you said before.
I just want to make sure he's OK.
You need to stay away from the hospital.
Do you understand what I'm saying?
What...? What's happened?
-Sean, he'll know.
-You don't say one word to Sean. Not one word!
Look, we just can't go near the hospital right now, OK?
Neither of us can.
Dad, tell me.
The woman's loaded and she won't give you a penny.
Isn't this the same woman you thought was a bit of all right?
Did you not tell her who you owed the money to?
Yeah, I'm sure that would have really sold her.
Don't answer it.
Hey, Laser. How are you this morning?
Er...I'm afraid there's been a bit of a hold-up on the cash flow front.
I know, a deal's a deal.
Look if I could just get another couple of days...
-So how is he?
-He's up and breathing on his own again.
Doing well, apparently.
Angela called Sharon.
Or maybe it was the other way around. I forget.
Oh, it's great. It's fantastic news.
MONITOR BEEPS STEADILY
Hi, erm...it's me.
Look, I just heard about Conor.
It's fantastic news.
Would you send him my love?
I mean that.
He couldn't breathe.
..choking, gasping for air.
You know, skin was turning this...
grey colour, like the life was draining out from him.
I was thinking, "If this kid dies in front of me,"
"maybe the whole murder thing will die with him."
There was a panic button beside him on the bed.
I had it in my hand.
I kept thinking, "No. No, maybe this is a chance.
"A chance that everything will go back to normal."
I walked away from him.
He was dying in front of me
and I walked away from him.
So is that the kind of man that I am now?
One who'll let an innocent kid sit in a prison cell?
Who'll let him die in a bed in front of him and just walk away?
You know, maybe if we'd gone to the guards in the first place,
they would have understood.
Huh? Maybe they would.
And maybe we could have saved ourselves all of this...hell.
I did it to try and keep you safe, sweetheart, but I can't.
OK, for the rest of our lives, this thing will be hanging over us.
Unless I do something about it.
I'm going to make it right, sweetheart.
I'm going to go to the guards and tell them I killed Brian.
-No! You can't do this. No. No.
-Get out of my way.
-Give them back to me.
-You can't tell them, you can't.
-Rachel, give them to me.
-Give them to me. Come on, move.
Out of the way, come on!
Why are you doing this?
Listen to me, sweetheart.
Once I walk into that station, all of this ends.
OK? All of it.
No more lies, no more waiting for someone to put two and two together.
You didn't kill Brian.
Look, I don't want this, but I can't do it any more. I can't.
-At least this way...
-They'll put you away.
Yeah, but I'll be free, sweetheart.
And so will you, OK?
Free to go on and have a life.
No, not without you.
I've signed everything over to you and Niahm.
You'll have the house, the lease.
No, I don't need a house! I need you! I need my dad!
Conor's going to be OK.
You pressed the emergency button, it's OK.
It's not just about him, sweetheart.
It's about ME.
I'll tell them you're lying.
I'll tell them the truth.
That's what I'm going to do. I'm going to tell them everything.
-No, you can't do that.
You'll be stuck in an interview room with Nikki.
You won't be able to stop me.
I'm going to tell them how I hit him,
how I watched him die.
Him lying in front of me, the blood...
I'll tell them it was all me.
So go, if you want, then.
I'm going to have a shower.
It's got a mind of its own. Don't worry, there's a knack to it.
-I don't miss your sister at all.
-I can see that there, yeah.
I found this. I thought Luke might miss it.
Yeah. Cheers. Thanks.
Hi, Niamh. Could you give these to your father, please? Thank you.
Do you want me to pop that in a bag?
Two Americanos. And do you want something to eat, love?
You want to watch your kids around this fella here.
He abducted my nephew last week, he did.
I don't want any trouble, Keith.
There won't be any trouble. Not yet, anyway.
Yes, that's right.
I'm the sole signatory.
Well, thanks for letting me know.
Hard at work.
Do you have them?
The details of your investment.
I'll get them to you.
If the paperwork's in the office, I'll...
I know you're in shock, sweetheart. But you do understand,
you can't ever tell the guards what really happened.
If you confess, your life is over.
And they're never going to believe you, anyway.
They will. Nikki hates me. She can't wait to see me locked up.
Really? You really think they're going to believe you, darling,
after all your back and forth and in and out, telling them lies?
I'll say he attacked me. It was self-defence.
You hit him in the back of the head, Rache!
Your story doesn't make any sense. You were locked in your room.
-I climbed out and I murdered him.
-You murdered him? You?
Somebody your size murdered HIM?
Well, he wanted his passport and...
I wouldn't give it to him, so...
he started grabbing at me...
and hurting me.
He was too strong, so...
..when he turned around, I picked up a pipe.
You did nothing wrong. You were only trying to help me
No, it's all down to me, OK? It's ALL down to me.
If I'd been even...
If I'd been a decent dad,
you would have never gone to him in the first place.
It's my fault, OK?
I let you down.
I let your mother down.
The last thing I said to her before she...
..was that I would never let anything happen to you.
Or Niamh. That's why I have to do this.
So you can both have a life.
You can't do that, if you're always looking over your shoulder.
You have to let me do this.
What about Niamh?
Are you going to tell her the truth?
You're acting like you're doing this big, brave thing,
but you're not, you're a coward.
You're a coward!
You think I'm going to forget what I did if you go to prison?
It makes no difference what you do.
I still have to go to school, do my homework and sit in class
and talk to my friends
and all I can see and I can think about is his face
and his skin getting colder and colder.
You think anything you do is going to make that go away?
I'm sorry I have to do this.
I'm sorry, sweetheart.
I can't carry this around any more. I can't.
Damned right you can't!
How long have you two been cooking this up?
And don't try and deny it, cos I know.
You're selling the house
and taking your name off the lease for the cafe.
-Why, did you just get bored of it?
-No, Niamh, I wanted to tell you.
-You knew about this?
Will one of you just tell me the truth?
I've had about enough of this.
Maybe moving is a good idea, cos I am sick to death of the two of you.
You shouldn't leave this thing on when you're not in the office.
Anyone could walk in.
Can we do this some other time, Mum? I'm up to my eyes today.
Yeah, well, I had a call from the bank this morning.
Someone tried to access the company account.
Is there any money missing?
No. They obviously don't have the password.
You think it was me?
-Did I say that?
Who else would it be?
-Have you asked David. given him the third degree?
Of course not. Never poor David, yeah?
Don't do this again. What the hell is going on, Michael?
Someone tried to hack us. It happens, Mum.
Donal's coming in tomorrow to check over everything.
Your dodgy accountant?
You can't be too careful.
Checking up on me. No better woman.
Putting the "family" in "family business", yeah?
You've nothing to hide, Michael.
You said so yourself.
-All right, Mikey?
-Excuse me, do you mind?
I do, as it goes.
Mum, would you leave us a minute?
This is the famous Mammy.
Just who do you think you are?
Laser Byrne, pleased to make your acquaintance...Mammy.
Well, Mr Byrne, get the hell off my property, before I call the guards.
Mum, leave me to handle this. Go on.
You heard the fella. I need a chat with Mikey here.
-What do you want him for?
-Get out, Mum.
He owes me.
Now, where is it?
Michael, call the guards.
No... Wouldn't want to do that, would you?
Do as he says.
Unless you want me to rearrange that pretty face of yours?
And don't be getting ideas about squealing to the pigs.
That wouldn't be very nice, would it?
Mind your bleeding manners, you!
-We need to get more security on the doors.
-What's going on?
And if your brother comes in, you do not let him behind the bar
-or near the safe, do you hear me?
-What's he'd done now?
I don't know. I really don't know.
Mum, don't worry about it. I'll take care of it.
You do not go near him. I will deal with this.
Just look after this place and, er...
-Give me another one.
I tell you what, Mikey, your Ma's a right ball-ache.
She's going to cause you an awful lot of grief.
She isn't going to tell anyone.
If she gets any bright ideas like that, you can tell Mammy Bear
that someone's going to blow the head off Baby Bear.
Meanwhile, I'm still waiting on my cash.
-I can't get it. I told you.
-That's a pity.
Cos that means I have to charge some interest.
I makes the rules, bud.
What do you reckon?
An extra ten grand for luck?
-Make it 95.
-Where am I supposed to get that?
-I can't, I told you, I...
Right, right, right..
Let's make it a ton.
Oh, well. Only one thing for it, then.
HE COCKS THE PISTOL
Hold on, no. Get off me! Get off!
You know, she's going to hate you when she finds out.
Cos she won't understand what happened that night.
No-one will. Only us.
You can't tell anyone. You understand that, don't you?
-She knows something's going on.
-No, she doesn't.
Just make something up about the cafe.
But you just need to leave us alone, OK?
No, I want to be here.
Rachel, I get it, OK? I do.
You just have to let me do this my way.
I'm staying at Sean's tonight. I'm going back to the cafe now.
You're not. You need to put your bag down.
-You need to stay here. I want to talk to you, OK?
-Some other time.
Sit down, Niamh.
Please, sit down.
I should have told you this before.
About the cafe?
No. About your sister.
Still breathing, then?
So what did he say?
-He wasn't exactly overjoyed.
He wants us to do a job for him... and he'll wipe the debt.
-Are you sure?
-You need to drive, Robbie.
Up the North.
Smokes again, is it?
Cocaine? Are you mad?
-I've just saved your arse.
-What if I get caught?
-Have that in writing, will I?
-Shut up and do what I say
and we have some chance of getting out of this, all right?
No wonder he let you off the debt.
This is a one-way trip back to the Joy
and you just bought us both a ticket.
Well, suck it up, cos we've no way out now.
OK, I didn't want to say it, but you were right.
She's not handling this Conor thing very well.
Yeah, I did try and tell you.
I love this house.
You know I do. It was your mum's pride and joy.
It'll break my heart to sell it, but...
..we have to move to keep Rachel safe.
But why didn't you tell me about the cafe?
Yeah, I should have. I should have.
My head was all over the place.
You know, I thought she was drinking, smoking again.
The stuff she was saying...
-You don't want to know.
Stuff about Brian.
Mad stuff. I didn't even understand half of it.
I swear, Niamh, when I spoke to her this morning,
it was like I didn't even know who she was.
I think we have to face the facts, Niamh. we're losing her.
Unless we do something.
You know that therapist woman, the one she saw before?
She said we could ring her whenever we needed her.
Yeah, I've got her number upstairs. We can call her, now.
I'm sorry, OK?
I never meant to shut you out.
-We'll get her right, Dad.
Starting early, I see.
I thought you were at work.
Grace and I had something we had to pick up.
I found the card and I left her a message, but...
No, that's fine. Thanks for getting back to me so quickly.
Yeah, I'd like to organise an appointment.
Yeah. It's urgent.
-Is he going to tell them?
Is he going to tell them that he killed him?
Oh, he's going to tell them!
Rae, just calm down, OK? Just breathe. Just...
-Did he tell you about Brian?
-Yeah, he told me everything.
-Then why did you let him go?!
-Ray, you need to sit down.
I don't believe it. He's cracked. He can't have done it.
-No, no way.
-He told Johno that he did.
Let me talk to him. Maybe Sarge got it wrong.
Did he actually say those words?
Cos until I hear him say it to my face, the actual words...
It was Conor. Conor did it.
I'm going to talk to him now. We'll find out soon enough.
I have to ask, Liam.
No, no, no, this is the first I've heard.
I should call Niamh.
How do I tell her?
-What is that meant to be?
-What are you going to do, bat the bullets away?
-Are you joking me?
This baby hasn't let me down yet.
Put that thing down and get out.
-Mrs Hennessy, I was just going...
-Stay where you are.
-He put a gun to my head, Michael.
-I couldn't do anything.
What have you got yourself involved in?
I owe people.
If you could just give me that money, that'll be the end of it.
-If you don't...
-I have to do what he says.
So if he says I'm driving a Columbian village-worth
of white powder across the country
tomorrow in Harbour Haulage vans, I'm doing it.
Do not go near my vans!
-You do not do anything!
-I have to.
We come to the guards with me, you tell them everything!
If we breath a word about this to anyone,
this place is finished. Laser'll make sure of that.
Oh, we'll see...
You open your mouth...
..and I'm a dead man.
Is that what you want?
In 24 hours, this will be done.
Leave it to me to handle this.
Then you can have your precious business back.
Don't look at me like that.
Get the van ready.
Check the oil, lights, tyres, everything.
Can't afford to get stopped, all right?
Guilty Liam makes final plans, prompting protests from his daughters. A rough reception greets Patricia at the family firm. Angela's anxiety about Conor increases.