Episode 6 Red Rock

Get back! You expect me to lie for you. Again.

Brian McGonigle is back in town. We keep him under obs.

But you need to keep your distance.

Slow withdrawal. His parents controlled his drug use.

-They weaned him off it.

-No.

Rachel Reid. You stay away from her.

DOOR SLAMS

He was sick again?

And the rest. I don't know how much more he can take.

A few more days.

You make it sound easy.

He'll get the Naltrexone and then this'll be over.

For good.

What did you have?

Coffee and toast.

3.25.

-How are you?

-Fine.

How's school?

How's work?

-Sorry?

-Social life? Boyfriend?

Yeah, it's not nice, is it?

-Your change.

-Thanks.

See you, Sharon.

Put the phone away, please.

Rachel.

What is your problem with Sharon?

What, did she do something?

Look, I know it's not easy, OK, him being back here...

It would be if she didn't keep going on and on about it...

She's trying to look out for you, Rach. She's doing her job.

I'm trying to forget about him, but she's...she's obsessed.

Do you really think that I'd have anything to do with that man?

Brilliant. You do. Why would I?

-I've got a boyfriend, thank you very much.

-You what?

I've moved on.

Since when?

You really don't have a clue, do you?

Conor Tyrell.

PHONE RINGS Hey, you.

Hey, can you come over? Please?

Yeah, OK, cool. I'll see you later.

CONOR COUGHS

Do you mind?

Maths... Let's see?

No, thanks. Don't need your help.

Yeah, cos it looks like you got it nailed.

Should've got that done last night, sunshine,

instead of swanning off to your mates.

-Like I'm going to stay around here.

-Come on, hand it over.

Get lost!

Well, that's wrong for starters. Look, if X is equal to Y...

-Give it back.

-Is this about your bleeding birthday money?

-Cos I said I'll pay you back!

-Hey, hey, hey...

-Keep it, you junkie loser.

-Time out, you two!

-You're disgusting.

-All right. You - school, now.

It's not a big deal. We were friends

and then we started hanging out and then we weren't friends any more.

Is it serious?

You mean, have we had sex?

-He didn't mean that.

-Yeah, he did.

Cos it is none of our business. Right, Dad?

Why keep it a big secret?

-I didn't. I just didn't tell you.

-Yeah! Why not?

You really want to know?

Cos the look on your face right there.

You would have given out to me about him.

I'm off to see my boyfriend!

Coffee? Don't know about you, but I'm gasping.

My client Jack O'Reilly

made a formal complaint to GSOC this morning.

-On what grounds?

-Excessive use of force.

It was an accident.

You saw my client's face.

Mr O'Reilly tried to escape after he was handcuffed.

He sustained those injuries because he was unable to break his own fall.

You don't think Sean and Adrijan are lying, do you?

Wouldn't be the first time they've messed up.

That was totally different.

I agree.

Gerard Curry was an honest mistake.

This looks more like a cover-up.

You don't seriously believe O'Reilly's

-version of events, do you?

-Have you read the medical report?

No-one sustains injuries like that from an accidental fall.

Well, go on, would you open it?

I don't want it.

Humour me.

I got it in Kerry.

This little shop. I saw it.

I had to get it for you. It's nice.

I can't take it.

Oh, no. Yeah, you're right.

How would you explain where you got it?

No, I can't do any of this.

That's why I came here.

I just wanted to tell you in person that I...

I can't see you any more.

Why not?

Brian, I've been seeing someone.

I've been seeing him for a while.

Right.

I like him a lot.

And I don't want to mess it up.

No. And you shouldn't. Some lad from school, is it?

You know him. Angela Tyrell's son.

The mophead?

Conor.

Do you really like him?

OK. Fair play.

Guess this is goodbye, then.

DOOR CLOSES

We did nothing wrong.

So, O'Reilly's chancing his arm? Again?

But he's the bruises to back him up this time.

-You believe him?

-No. But GSOC might.

Let's go over the incident again. Who put on the handcuffs?

-I did.

-And you assisted?

We've already given our statements.

Why do we need to go over them again?

-Relax. This isn't an interrogation.

-You are accusing us of lying.

Did either of us say that?

You think we're being tough?

GSOC come calling, you're going to need to have your story straight.

Every last detail.

We know. We'll be ready. OK, is that it? Thanks.

Claire knows you can't trust a word out of O'Reilly's mouth.

You wouldn't think if you heard her now.

She's got the bit between her teeth on this one.

She's overcompensating. She doesn't want anyone pussyfooting round her.

Just doing her job?

Yeah. That's probably what she's telling herself.

I'll follow you in.

Mugging. Same street as your one.

-O'Reilly strikes again.

-Thick as well as stupid?

-Keys. I'm driving.

-No, it's my turn.

No chance. Give us them.

Ease up, lads. It's not a Ferrari.

-What's your problem?

-Take a wild guess.

-Do you want tea, love?

-No, thanks.

It's so good to see you.

Do I really look that bad?

I thought you had a thing for the junkie loser vibe?

Don't say that. I thought you were going to die.

So did I.

I'm sorry, OK? I'd understand if you didn't want to stick around.

I do.

Hey. Come on, I know I stink.

I don't care.

Are you OK?

I told him, about us.

My dad.

-Was he...OK?

-Yeah.

You didn't say anything about...

About you on smack? Yeah, of course. He liked that part the best.

-I've missed you.

-He asked if it was serious.

Right. And you said?

Cos I'll be all right, you know?

-I'll be fine and we can go back to being...

-Normal and boring?

Yeah.

I'm going to beat this. All right?

I just need to get through a few more days.

HE STAMMERS

I just need your help.

Of course. We'll get through it together.

Cos I could really use something right now, you know?

I promise, it won't be like before.

It would just be something small.

No, don't.

Don't say it.

I just need something small. Rachel...

-Please stop.

-No, Rach, Rach, Rach... Rachel!

She didn't stay long. Where are you off to?

-Sit down, Conor.

-Get out of my way.

-You are not going anywhere.

-Get your hands off me!

-Where're you going?

-I want to speak to Rachel.

-You've only just seen her.

-I want to see her again!

-Don't lie to me! Jesus, for God's sake!

-DAD, PLEASE!

If it's Rachel you want, I'll give her a call.

Let me go, you can't keep me here!

You're not going anywhere and I can because I have to!

I know what you want and it's not that girl.

Is it?

IS IT?

PHONE RINGS

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Take it easy, yeah? See you later, Conor.

DISTANT SIRENS

Hey. Just me checking in. Call me if you get a chance.

Lads?

Jeff McManus. You had any run-ins lately.

We pulled him a few months ago for robbing car stereos.

-Why?

-Sharon and Paudge just arrested him for mugging an old lady.

So?

He had stolen credit cards on him.

One of them belonged to Noirin Kavanagh.

PHONE RINGS

Dad, I promise, after this I'll never do it again, OK?

Do you even know when you're lying any more?

-Dad, just give it to me. Please.

-This is poison.

So why did you buy it for me, then?

-You do it here.

-No.

You do it here or not at all.

-We got the wrong man!

-Stop saying that.

-You've screwed us both.

-O'Reilly is a liar.

So are you! Jeez, if I hadn't been there, you'd have killed him.

What's going on in your head?

I don't know, Sean! I don't know.

No-one does.

What?

-They ran some tests.

-Yeah. You said you got the all clear?

They made me do an MRI.

And?

I didn't go back to see the results.

What if I have brain damage?

Or a tumour?

DOORBELL RINGS

DOOR OPENS

Hi.

-He's sleeping.

-I came to see you.

He asked me to buy him drugs. That's why I left.

He's in a bad way. You can't let him leave.

It's OK, I know.

He promised me he'd quit.

The trouble is, he can't.

He'll do it again. I know he will.

He already has?

I should have told you.

It's nobody's fault, Rachel. He'll always find a way.

Why is he doing this?

I don't know.

He really thinks the world of you, you know.

I see it.

The way he looks at you, talks about you,

he really likes you, you know?

He only cares about one thing.

FADING FOOTSTEPS

-Have you been crying?

-No.

I'm fine.

You don't look fine.

Well, I am.

Just leave me alone.

That sounded exactly like your mother.

What I wouldn't give to have her to walk

through that door this very second.

Hey, you fancy getting a chip butty? Batch loaf, loads of butter?

What's up, Rach?

I went to see him.

Conor? What happened?

He's not interested. It's over.

I'm sorry, sweetheart.

Are you?

Doesn't matter.

-Plenty more fish...

-Dad.

Fair enough.

PHONE RINGS

BEEPING

VOICEMAIL: You have one new voice message, received today.

What I said, I didn't mean it.

I do.

I do want to see you.

Hiya.

Nothing fancy for tea.

Plain old chops do you?

Grand, yeah.

Where's Stephen?

Hey, Mum.

How're you?

Yeah. Feeling much better.

Ange...

-Where did you get it?

-Leave him, Angela.

Where? Was it Rachel again?

No.

It was me.

I bought it for him.

What are you doing? Trying to kill him?

-Come on, Mum...

-He was out of his mind.

A few more days and you would've been clean!

Now we're back to square one!

You weren't here.

It's bad enough I can't trust my own son, but you!

I can't do it...

Get out of my sight!

GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!

You had no right to do that!

-He can't get clean, Ange. That's not going to happen.

-He will!

I had to pin him down.

My own son did this to me.

So every time he kicks off, you buy him drugs?

-What kind of a solution is that?

-The only one we have.

Gradual withdrawal. That's how we'll beat this.

-Ask any doctor you like.

-No.

Then I promise you, we will loose him.

No way!

We do it this way or we bury our son!

NO!

-I said no.

-Read it, please.

There's no point.

Once he's clean, he'll get the legal treatment the GP recommended.

Once he's clean? That's not going to happen, Ange.

Not if you keep giving in to him, it's not.

-I thought you were at work already.

-How did you sleep?

Yeah. Good. Great, in fact.

-Are you hungry?

-Starving.

I'll make you something.

Mum...

I have to go.

Ange, hang on, will you?

So you don't actually know if it's a brain tumour?

I don't need a doctor to tell me what I already know.

Psychic and psycho now? That's some combination.

Listen, what if he can help you?

What if you're making it worse by ignoring it?

-Do you want me to go with you?

-I'm not going.

Aren't you the cutest little Valentine's couple?

-Has he asked you yet?

-Asked me what?

Look, could you give us a minute?

My mate Anya from the gym... From when I used to go to the gym.

Mmm-hmm. What about her?

She's single and she's about so high.

-And, what can I say? She's a ride.

-OK, when do I meet her?

On our Valentines' double date.

Jesus, Sean, it was your idea!

-Count me in.

-Really?

-Why not?

-Thanks for breakfast. This one is on him.

Aren't you forgetting something?

Anya's number?

You already paid.

I did.

I did. I did...

I was just checking.

Well, it's OK, you can pay again, I won't complain.

See you over there, yeah?

If you didn't want to go out on Valentines,

-you could've just said something.

-Look, I do but it's just that...

Wow. Great. I'm really loving your enthusiasm.

Way to make a girl feel romantic.

Will you just hang on?

I'm going to be late!

Can you not see any sense in what I'm suggesting?

I see unemployment, I see a one way ticket to Mountjoy.

It is wrong, Tommy.

I tell you what's wrong, us being left to deal with this on our own.

No help, nothing. A prisoner in his own home.

-These got their kids off smack. For good.

-So will we.

We can't watch over him 24 hours a day...

-I'm not doing this here.

-He'll jump out the window if he has to.

God knows what he would've done to me if he'd gone any longer without it.

I know it's bad.

Hell is what it is.

There has to be another way.

Yeah, well, let me know when you find it.

You ready to go? I've got the warrant.

No.

Joey Kelly's running days are long gone. Last time I saw him, he was

two burgers away from being a sumo wrestler.

You really didn't remember paying for breakfast, did you?

-No. I was messing.

-No, you weren't.

-So what's this Anya like, then?

-No idea.

-Come on.

No, you come on. You're liable to kick off any second,

you really think I'm going to let you anywhere near her?

-You need to see a doctor. Now.

-No.

Yes. And I'm coming with you.

KNOCKING

Come in.

Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your lunch.

No, you're grand. Come on in.

So long as you don't mind watching me stuff my face.

I'm just so hungry I could eat the scabby foot off a dog.

What's up?

I want to put in for a transfer.

Hmm?

Sorry, rewind? Do you want to run that by me again?

You trying to give me indigestion?

-You serious?

-Yeah.

You're serious.

Where to?

Somewhere down the country.

-Is it me? Is it because of the promotion and all?

-No. No, no, no.

Because I know things have been a bit arse ways,

but they'll settle down.

We make a good team, don't we?

Yeah, yeah, we do.

Cagney and Lacey, eat your bleeding heart out.

Why would you go? Why now?

I just need to get away.

Oh, Angie, you need to talk to me.

I'm not about to let my best officer go without a damn good reason.

It's personal.

Are you and Tommy OK?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

So, what? You're going to uproot your entire family?

What about Stephen? What about the football team?

Can you talk to HR for me?

Yeah.

Thanks.

I appreciate it.

Ange, will you do me a favour?

Don't make any decisions, just give it a bit more time.

What's taking them so long?

-Should I give them a knock?

-No, Sean.

Here.

What's this?

Some questions for the doctor. Just in case you forget.

Thanks, Mum.

Come on, now. You can barely remember your own name these days.

I'm so glad I brought you with me, Sean.

You can go home if you like. We're not busy.

Will I still get paid?

Do me a favour and stay here.

What?

Hey, Liam.

Conor Tyrell, as I live and breathe.

I'd almost forgotten what you looked like.

Yeah. College is...just a bit mental at the moment.

But if things settle down, I could come back in and do a few shifts.

-No rush.

-Cheers.

-All right?

-Yeah.

-Do you have a minute?

-I'm working.

I can manage. Go on.

What do you want?

Can we go outside?

-About yesterday. I never should have...

-No. You shouldn't have.

-And I'm sorry.

-I've heard that before.

-Rachel, I mean it.

-Till next time.

-Conor, I just don't have time for this.

-No, Rach, Rach, Rach, please...

-It's too much. You're too much.

Is she doing what I think she's doing?

-I believe so.

-In public. Ouch.

No need to look so pleased.

Rach...

-I love you, all right?

-You don't know the meaning of the word.

-I can't do this without you.

-Why not? I'm obviously not helping you.

You are, you do. Rach, look...

Conor, buddy, I think maybe you should go.

-We're not done here.

-Yeah, we are.

Harsh. I thought he was going to cry.

What did he do to deserve that?

Nothing. I'm just not ready for a relationship right now, OK?

So, what's up, doc?

Mr Kosos, the good news is it's not a tumour

and there's no sign of any brain damage.

-What did I tell you?

-Are you sure?

-Absolutely.

-What's wrong with me, then?

You have what's known as Post Concussion Syndrome.

Most likely brought on by your recent accident.

Your symptoms are typical of the condition -

memory loss, chronic headaches, anxiety attacks.

Is it serious?

People can live perfectly normal lives with PCS.

It's certainly not a death sentence.

And what's the treatment?

Pharmaceutically? There isn't any.

And I'm afraid surgery's not an option either.

Now, come on, there must be something.

Oh, yes. And it's really very easy - rest.

Time off work.

A holiday. That's great.

A bit more than that. At least three, preferably six months.

And avoid all stressful situations.

Yeah, right.

If you don't have complete rest, your symptoms could get worse

and if you were to get another bump to the head,

we might be looking at something more serious.

Good luck selling that idea to the lads. They don't want to move.

You're the one who wanted me to come up with an alternative.

-He'll still be an addict.

-But he wouldn't know any dealers.

Running away isn't going to help.

You can dress it up how you like.

Boils down to the same thing - we deal to our own son.

You can do that?

Right now, I'd do anything to get him out of this hole.

-This is so wrong.

-What else is there?

We can let him rot on methadone for the rest of his life.

That's legal, isn't it? Would you prefer that?

ENGINE REVS

It's not a tumour. I'm fine.

You've got a condition.

Yeah, so do you. Chronic Interference Syndrome.

Relax.

You're telling Nikki.

And make her think I'm a basket case?

He said take time off.

At the very least three months.

-I screw up my career, for what?

-To get better.

There's no guarantee I'll get better. You heard him.

No. You have to do something.

I will do something, Sean.

I will take my painkillers, I will get on with my life,

and it might not get any worse.

It already has.

KNOCKING

Come in.

-This better be good news.

-Sorry?

Don't mind me. I'm just having one of those days, weeks, months.

What's the problem?

No problem. I just wanted to ask about taking a holiday.

What is it with you lot today? When for?

As soon as possible.

Well, I can't afford to lose another good officer.

We're already down to the bare bones.

Fine. It's OK. It can wait.

-Great. Will you get the door on the way out?

-Yeah.

It's... Hey, it's OK.

Turns out you were right. I'm a junkie loser.

Just been dumped.

How'd the maths go?

12 out of 20. I suck at maths.

I suck at life. I win.

Some big bro, huh?

Inspirational.

Conor, I just want everything to go back to normal.

-Hey, loser, you want a cup of tea?

-Yeah.

And that's why you won't answer your phone.

Look, you have your own life. You and Conor.

I've ended it.

Still...you should go.

You don't want me to.

Rachel, please.

You thought about me in Kerry, you said you did.

I was alone.

Every single day.

I got lonely.

HE SIGHS

Yeah.

Yeah, I thought about you.

And that doesn't mean anything.

Well, you came back here.

To say goodbye.

Liar.

Rachel.

Don't do this.

You came back for me, didn't you?

-Didn't you?

-Don't...

HE VOMITS

That better?

-It's starting again...

-Like before?

Worse?

CONOR GAGS

KNOCKING

Thought you wanted to see the back of this place?

Admit it, you can't keep away.

Nikki?

You've made your decision.

I think so.

Can we just forget we had that conversation?

What conversation?

TOILET FLUSHES

Is that what I think?

Five months.

C-Congratulations.

As if my life wasn't complicated enough already.

Did he know?

Yeah, we found out just before.

God. No wonder you hate us.

It's going to be OK.

We're going to be OK.

Yeah.

Look, if there's anything you need, just anything...

I have my family.

And you've us. Now we're your family, too.

I mean that.

I better get going. Drunk driver.

Refused to take the breathalyzer test.

A few of us are going down the Pier tonight for a pint.

I could buy you an OJ?

-Maybe some other time.

-I'm going to hold you to that.

-Damn things...

-Dad, come on!

Mum...

How would this even work?

How?

Exactly.

We work out a timetable. When we buy.

Where. Who from.

Scoring on street corners?

Conor knows where to go.

Don't you?

We buy in bulk. Once a month maybe.

And if you get caught with the heroin? You could end up in prison.

I could lose my job.

This is mad.

Then I say somebody left it in the back of the cab.

I'm bringing it to the station.

My wife's a Sergeant.

We supply what he needs. We'll be in control.

I can't. I just can't let you do it, Dad.

I just can't. I can't.

Gradual withdrawal, son. It's more or less what you're doing now.

Only difference is that you stand a chance of getting through it.

-It could take a couple of months but...

-When do we start?

I asked for time off, she said no.

Did you explain why?

-Jesus...

-Look, I know...

-See you, guys.

-BOTH: See you.

I know what the problem is now.

I can read the warning signs. Be able to manage it.

What if you're wrong?

I'm not. You know what will happened if I tell her?

-She'll just think I'm not up to the job. Everyone will.

-They won't.

You already do.

You can read my mind now, can you?

Do you still trust me as your partner?

-Yeah.

-Trust me to handle this, OK?

-Adey...

-No, don't say anything, please.

-Look, you need to tell her.

-And if I don't?

IRONICALLY: Oh, thanks! Thanks, partner.

Need a hand?

By all means.

Here.

I did not expect to see you smiling.

Don't tell me - it's... you're back together again?

No. Me and Conor were never going to work out.

I can see that now.

If you say so.

I thought you'd be relieved?

Admit it. You didn't approve of us.

Rachel, I want one thing, sweetheart, OK?

It's for you to be happy.

Whether that's with someone, without someone.

Whatever works best.

Believe me, Dad. I'm happy