Episode 9 Red Rock

-Where's your radio?

-I left it in the car.

Sean!

-Open your eyes for me.

-I shouldn't have left him.

This isn't your fault.

-I think we should aim for 600.

-Euros?

What are you doing here, Bridget?

-500. I've a bit of a cash flow...

-Hey, I don't want details.

I chose you over my family. Now it's your turn.

I want to take back what I said. He didn't do it.

She said she'd tell me what to say.

-Who is "she"?

-Sharon.

I didn't do it.

Get yourself a plate.

MACHINES BEEPING

Hey, sleepyhead.

Sean?

Sean!

SHE GROANS, HE LAUGHS

-Ow!

-Serves you right.

I am so going to kill you for that.

Rach?

Look, I'm not going to shout, love. OK? I'm not.

I'm not angry, I just want you to talk to me.

Can't. I've got school.

Just... Just tell me why.

She's desperate.

This change of heart, she'll use whatever she can to sell it to us.

I didn't make her say anything.

No-one's going to believe that, will they?

Not if they've more than two working brain cells.

All I did was try to help her.

-Are you sure that no-one overheard the two of yous?

-Yes.

Well, then it's just your word against hers.

Has anyone seen Brian around?

Apparently he was spotted at the dry cleaners on Farrell Lane

and then at the chipper next door.

And apparently Mr McGonigle has started jogging.

I'd say he's getting ready for Arbour Hill.

He'll need to be quick on his feet there.

Well, not if the DPP decide to drop the charges.

They won't.

They won't.

He told her. He told her to blame me.

Writer's block, is it?

Just write what you feel.

But make it funny.

And go easy with the kisses.

There's enough mucky talk about you two already.

Well, that was worth the 20 minute wait.

Busy night, Paudge?

How's he doing?

The doctors are pleased.

A few broken ribs. He'll be fine.

God, he's lucky, isn't he?

Do you want to give WB Yeats here a run for his money?

How are you doing?

I'm not the one they battered.

Well, if you need any time, just...

For what? I want to stay here. Do my job.

Find O'Reilly.

Word has it he's been seen on the dark side.

-St Columba's flats.

-Yeah, he's right.

The lads should be giving him a wake up call right about now.

Do you want me to come in on the interview?

No, no. It's just a friendly chat. He's just a witness at this stage.

But you can shoot up to the hospital with this stuff.

And tell Westlife to get his ass back here, No Matter What.

Ba-da-ba-ba-tsh!

Did you get that? No Matter What?

That's Boyzone.

I don't know about you, but I didn't sleep much.

Sean's going to be all right, isn't he?

Yeah. Yeah, he is. Thank God.

Poor Niamh was a wreck when she got in.

Lying awake last night, do you know what popped into my head?

The first time I took you out on the boat with me.

You were only about... I don't know, five or six.

You remember?

I kept telling you no, but you wrapped me round your little finger.

You loved it.

You came home happy as Larry, stinkin' of fish guts.

Course, your poor mother went mental.

Daddy's girl.

That's what she used to call you.

Please don't do this, love.

You'll regret it.

What is it? Is it going to court?

-Is that what's worrying you?

-No.

Cos, look, if it is, we can go and talk to Angela again.

-Maybe you can do it by video or something.

-Dad...

He didn't touch me.

I always know when you're lying to me, Rach.

No, you don't.

Not any more.

LINE RINGS

BEEP

"You can lie on my mortuary slab any time."

The hot girl from forensics?

Not unless she's changed her name to Michael.

I'm sorry, OK?

Four kisses from Emily?

They nearly killed you.

It's my fault.

-You forgot your radio. It happens.

-It's not just that.

It was planned.

We were set up.

And how is that your fault?

-I should go.

-Adey?

O'Reilly.

He was there.

-Not me, darling.

-Where were you?

-At home.

-Doing what?

The usual.

Either on the Xbox

or on me missus.

She's a lucky woman. You're a keeper.

So she'll back your story up?

I was nowhere near the end of the estate.

Your man's got the wrong end of some aul stick.

I didn't say our witness was a man.

Though he was pretty convinced that he'd seen you.

Although it is a coincidence.

I mean... You have a run-in with my officers one week,

and then you're right there when he's attacked the next.

I wasn't there.

Why did you drop the case against Kosos?

Life is too short.

You could have gotten yourself a tidy sum. Bit of compo.

You missed a trick there.

But maybe you thought you'd get even in another way.

It's nothing to do with me.

I'm going to let you in on a little secret.

I'm being polite here, but the truth is, I'm not the friendly type.

So you don't want to be messing me about or causing me a problem.

I'm not your problem.

Those two goons in the uniform are.

Why do you say that?

Me?

I didn't say nothing.

The doc says Sean's got to take it easy for a couple of days,

but he'll be out of hospital soon.

That's good news, love.

You don't mind if I nip back there and take him some food,

once I've got this cake in the oven?

No. I can hold the fort.

I take it Rachel's still in full denial mode?

Service!

Don't mention the cake.

Bridget.

Where's my cake?

Take your pick.

Luke's christening cake.

Is it done?

It's at home. I'm waiting for the icing to dry out.

-Three tiers?

-Like you said.

Pale blue with little stars and then there's blocks on top.

So this is where you're hiding.

Shall we sit?

Two coffees.

You know how busy your brother is

and to come all the way from Australia.

Luke is Simon's first nephew. That's no excuse.

And he'd better be here when this one pops out

or he's off my Christmas list.

How was Michael this morning?

He's got a job.

-Working in the kitchens..

-Ha! Who knew?

Wishes he could be at the christening.

-Who does?

-Michael.

He's doing fine.

Here. A christening present.

It's Dad's watch.

I can't. It's Michael's.

He wants Luke to have it.

Is he sure?

Puts my tankard in the shade.

Why don't you give it to him today?

You don't have to say it's from your brother.

Tell Katie it's a family heirloom.

I can't, Mum.

I can't just show up to the Kielys'.

-You know what they're like.

-You never know.

This christening...

I think it's helping us all...

realise maybe it's just time to move on.

Seriously?

Who are you and what have you done with our mother?

I mean it.

It could be a good time to ask about getting that name changed.

-Not this again.

-Mum...

Is it so wrong I want your son to have your name?

This should say Luke Hennessy.

There is no Luke Hennessy.

DOOR SLAMS

-I won't be long.

-What if he's threatening her?

-That would explain it.

-I'm going to the hospital.

Yeah, and I'm trying to protect your sister from a rapist!

You can't just walk out.

Come on, drink up.

I've missed that face.

You're wondering, what would Vinny say if he knew we were here...

drinking coffee?

You'll get your money.

You think I'm chasing payments?

That's not my style.

I have operatives for that.

Anyway, you've days left.

You'll get it.

I know.

It's obvious he's putting pressure on her.

-Well, has she said anything?

-No. She's not going to admit it.

Not to me. All I get is a brick wall.

I wouldn't put it past him, but...

What's he said? McGonigle.

It is still going to trial, right?

Soon as I hear anything, I'll let you know.

It'd be easier...

..if she didn't have a choice,

if he was threatening her, I could understand that.

But to think that she's doing this because she wants to?

For him?

That piece of...

You have no idea.

He's at her again, I know it and you know it, don't you?

-Like I said before, Liam, unless we have proof...

-Then find some!

Look, we're keeping tabs on him.

Brian is clever and we can't do it 24/7.

So we do nothing.

My daughter... And I do nothing.

I see you got a buyer for them?

Here, you're going to have to sort them into sizes.

Da, will you please tell her we're going to make way more

selling these door to door?

-There's no time for that.

-What's the rush?

I'm telling you, 30 euros a pop, easy.

No. I'm taking them down to the market.

Your man that sells the onesies is going to take the lot off me.

-I bet he did, yeah.

-It's quicker.

-Yeah, and he'll rob you blind, Ma.

-We've already agreed a price.

There's no harm in making more though, is there?

I just want to get them off me back, OK?

Hello?

Is Katie around?

Invite yourself in, why don't you?

-The door was already open.

-Yeah, not to you, it wasn't.

Do you want me to give her a shout?

Yeah, please. I thought I'd bring her down to the park.

Why?

Come on, Bridge.

We can't have Katie in here tripping up all over this.

David's here.

I stopped here.

I couldn't see him.

And...

-then I heard him...

-And?

Shouting and screaming.

O'Reilly was standing there. I radioed for backup.

When I looked up, he was gone.

Gone where?

I don't know.

OK, then what happens?

Then they all came out.

Three men. Balaclavas.

-Average build.

-Were they carrying a bag?

Come on, Adrijan. They didn't leave their weapons in the apartment.

-They had to have been carrying a bag.

-There was a... A Skoda...

A green... Green Skoda parked over there.

Did you see what side they got in?

Maybe it was the passenger side.

OK. So there could be a fourth man, a driver?

Maybe. I don't know. I...

-I can't think.

-OK.

Look there's no rush.

Why don't you spend a bit more time here?

I'll see you back at the station.

-Are you OK?

-Yeah. Thanks.

-Lovely day for a walk anyway.

-Thanks. Yeah.

-What's this?

-Just open it.

It's my dad's.

It's been in the family for years.

-Worth a few bob.

-Yeah.

We could melt it down and pawn it off.

Ah, no, it's lovely.

So, what did you want to talk to me about?

Ah, nothing.

Didn't sound like nothing.

Honestly, it's fine.

All right.

-Do you want to get out of this and go for a coffee?

-Yes!

-Yeah.

SHOUTING AND CLATTERING

YELLING

What are you looking at? Get lost.

Is his hair getting darker?

Yeah, I dyed it.

You loon!

-I wouldn't put it past you, Kylie.

-Cheek of him.

What?

Just... my family and your family.

This christening's going to be mental, isn't it?

Mental-slash-romantic.

Like Romeo and Juliet.

-And you know what happened to them in the end, don't you?

-No.

Your daddy's a thick, Luke!

I've decided on his second name.

If you're OK with it.

I was thinking, Luke David Kiely.

Yeah?

I know you wanted him to be a Hennessy.

-I can't do that, but...

-Luke David.

It's perfect.

Do you want a fresh one? Yeah, don't bother coming back!

Do you need a hand there, Niamh?

Dad's supposed to be here.

You OK there?

Come on, come on, let's get these bad boys shifted.

I wouldn't bother if I was yous.

Are they all like that?

Listen, it doesn't matter. Nobody'll know.

We'll just say it's a new design. Extra ventilation.

Have you got a death wish, Ma?

Those market fellas can be very nasty

if they think you're pulling one over on them.

We don't need the hassle.

What are we going to do?

What are WE going to do?

Yous are going to make shag all off them.

Well, that's lunch down the Swanee. The stomach's hanging out of me.

Here. You'll live.

Did you see the Neptune's closed? No notice, nothing.

I'll try again.

-Maybe it will come back to me.

-You've given me nothing to go on.

You might have seen him, he might have been driving.

-"Might" is not enough.

-So, what are you trying to say?

-Maybe you got it wrong.

-I imagined him?

I don't think that's what she meant.

I sent you on a wild goose chase for the fun of it?

-Keep your voice down.

-O'Reilly is behind this!

But what do you care, right?

One more word like that and you're out of my station.

YOUR station?!

Did you hear that? Her station.

What a joke! It's McKay's station.

-Always will be.

-Come on, that's it...

-Don't touch me!

One more word.

Go on. One more.

Right, so this can't be traced to me or to you.

You can call me any time you want, day or night. See?

But don't forget, you've got to delete very single text

once you've read them. Erase every voicemail.

Got to be very careful now.

Your dad - nobody, nobody can find this.

OK? Don't want to spoil things.

Yeah, I know.

Good.

What's wrong?

Dad...

He's wrecking my head, he just keeps going on about

me changing my statement.

Yeah, well...

Look, we knew that was going to happen.

But just don't worry about it. It's going to be fine.

You're not having second thoughts, are you?

Rachel, look at me.

Look at me.

I want to be with you more than anything.

You know that, don't you?

Come here.

You've had a night to sleep on it so this better be good. Go ahead.

You're lucky to be in that uniform.

-I swear to God, if I don't get answers...

-I don't know.

I was worried about Sean.

You ever speak to me like that again,

and you'll be out on your ear.

I'm the boss here, like it or not.

-Adrijan, this isn't like you. So what's up?

-Nothing.

-It's O'Reilly.

-Do you remember something about the attack?

-No. I mean, if it was him...

-Wait, sorry, "if"?

I just don't want him to get away with it.

Can I go now? I have a pile of summons applications.

Yeah.

And I am sorry.

Can't get the icing right.

I suppose I could...like, buy one,

-and try and pass it off as one of mine?

-Yeah.

The christening cake, Dad?

Who's Tommo?

Is he a friend, boyfriend, what?

First you're following her, now you're going through her phone.

He's got to be making contact with her somehow.

Dad, this is insane.

You've finished already?

Do you want to check my spelling?

-After last time?

-Nobody knows how to spell prosciutto.

Ignore her.

Don't be late tonight, OK?

I'm getting a takeaway.

I am so sick of this.

Yeah. So am I.

Ray...

You're breaking Dad's heart.

You do know that?

-Do you even care?

-Yeah! He's my dad, too.

When did you get so selfish?

It's not my fault he's not listening to me.

Always someone else to blame, isn't there, Ray?

Hi, it's me. I need to see you.

Jesus, Bridge...

you know what to do to a man.

Don't even think about it!

Sure you don't need a hand with anything there, love?

Oh, jeez... My gran's auld vase?

Yeah. Doing a bit of a clear out. Stuff we don't need.

I could get two hundred euro on the internet for this.

-You're joking me?

-It's Waterford.

It's bleedin' Woolworths, love!

-But your ma said...

-Ah, she could lie for Ireland that one.

I know, she said you were going to be rich and famous and all.

We don't need money.

I've sorted out the christening.

-You think Patricia's not going to want to top up?

-She won't.

Oh, here. He comes bearing gifts!

Yeah. Get up off your own arse next time, will you?

-So, what do you fancy?

-Hmm?

On the gee-gees.

Are you backing one of his nags, Ma? You must be mad.

I almost had an accumulator there last week.

Yeah, king of nearly.

You don't mind him, love.

You just get me a winner.

The boss didn't kick you out, then?

Ten out of ten, Paudge. You should be a detective.

Ooh!

I bet she gave you what for though, right? The death stare, the works.

You've had a lucky escape.

What the hell were you thinking,

giving out to her in front of everyone like that?

I'm sorry, OK?

I'm sorry I want to catch the scum who attacked my partner.

It's a pity that no-one else does.

-We do. You don't have to do this on your own.

-I do.

I've got my eyes peeled.

Them skangers won't know what hit them when I get a sniff of them.

-This is down to me.

-No, Ad...

-Yeah.

I'm the only one around here who has Sean's back.

So much for the "Garda family", eh?

Could he change Luke's surname if he wanted to?

Does it matter what it says on the birth certificate?

You can't change a birth certificate.

-You have to do it by deed poll.

-OK.

And you need both parents' permission for that.

So just forget it.

I wish all I had to worry about was this one's surname.

You said it yourself. They're pushing him out.

David doesn't want this.

Not now, maybe.

But he will.

See, you have to go with your gut, Ma.

Don't be listening to him. You can't just stick a pin in it.

You have to study form -

what's the running like, who's the jockey?

There you go. Aintree. First race.

Hackett's Cross. 16 to one.

Not at all. It was a faller in its last three races.

There's your baby there, look at that.

Number four. Walker's Lad, came second in its last two races.

-What's the odds?

-Ten to one.

I'll take it.

I thought we were skint?

-All of it?

-All of it.

That looks lovely.

-Oi! Get off.

-I'm starving.

There's loads there as well.

Yeah, well... I'm eating for two, aren't I?

That you are.

Has Mum spoken to you yet, by the way?

She hasn't stopped.

"David, the canapes!" Who cares about the canapes?

She asked me about changing Luke's surname.

I'm just warning you. So you know, just in case.

She won't just leave it, will she?

She's scared.

-Who, Mum?

-No. It's not like that.

Look, I know she's tough, but...

these last months have taken it out of her too.

She doesn't want us to lose anyone else.

Suppose it's her way of keeping hold of Luke.

It's between me and Katie.

We're getting on OK, you know?

We're really getting there, like.

Then that's what you need to tell her, isn't it?

Yeah.

HE GROWLS

-TV:

-Walker's Lad takes up the running, moving swiftly...

Go on, ya good thing!

-Walker's Lad as we come up to the last from Hackett's Cross.

-Come on!

Walker's Lad, over the last. Oh, and Walker's Lad has fallen

-as Hackett's Cross takes over the running.

-Yes!

-Now, five lengths clear...

-Come on!

-..there's only one horse in it...

What did I tell you, huh? What did I tell you?

Yeah, right, you won. Big deal.

Walker's Lad, me hoop.

What did I tell ya, Ma? It's all about gut.

Right, well, I'm off.

-Collect my winnings.

-Get out.

-That's 100 euros down the drain.

You know what your problem is?

Yeah...I'm looking at it.

You're stressed.

You know, maybe we could...

It's just a race, love.

You're letting this christening get on top of you.

Nothing will be getting on top of me, I promise you that.

Where are you going?

The bleedin' cake's not going to walk here on its own, is it?

Thanks.

She'll come around.

Maybe we should just...

..stop trying to stop her.

What?

If she won't be told, maybe we should just accept it?

He's taking advantage of her.

She knows what he's doing and she's letting him, Sean.

You don't know Brian.

He makes you think like he's sound and good craic.

You don't even realise what he's done until it's too late.

-She loves him.

-She THINKS she does.

Isn't that the same thing?

What if Brian loves her back?

Niamh...

Oh, I'm sorry.

You don't need this.

Don't be stupid.

I don't know what I would've done...

if anything had happened to you.

What's wrong?

What is it? What did the doctors say?

-Nothing.

-Sean...

-I'm fine.

-Sean, just tell me.

It's not me.

It's Adrijan.

It's his concussion from the hit and run.

It's messed with his head.

He's on medication, but...

I don't know if it's doing him any good.

-What's he doing on patrol if he's sick?

-I didn't say he was sick.

And where was he when this happened? He was supposed to have your back.

Oh, hey! The rumours are true.

It's a miracle!

Does she know?

Do I know what?

I'll leave you to it.

Niamh.

See you later.

Bye.

Grapes. Magazines.

Lovely. Thanks.

-Is this from us?

-Yep.

That's nice.

What am I supposed to know, Sean?

Nothing.

It's just that the doctors said

that I'm going to be out of here sooner than they thought, so...

-That's great news.

-Yeah.

Right, pleasantries out of the way, I'd like a straight answer.

It's just that all this stuff with Brian

is messing with Niamh's head so she's a bit touchy.

No. You and Kosos.

You're acting like a pair of school kids.

I heard what happened.

It's not my fault we have nothing on O'Reilly.

We don't know it was him. Not for sure.

So you didn't see him there?

I don't remember much from that day.

Look...

Adey's just feeling guilty, but it's not his fault.

Just one of those things.

No, he should never have left you on your own. He broke all the rules.

Anything could have happened.

Any reason why O'Reilly would want to beat you up?

No.

Honest.

-Argh!

-What's wrong?

-Nothing, it's just that...

-HE GROANS

Rest up.

OK.

Be good to have you back.

Thanks.

Oh, perfect.

Never had you down as green-fingered.

-Light-fingered maybe.

-HE CHUCKLES

That one, that's quite rare.

Found in the Mexican desert.

-What's it doing here then?

-Ah, same as the rest of us.

It's looking for the sun.

Takes 50 years to mature.

Like some men I know.

So this christening... Bit of a big do, yeah?

Usual. Nothing fancy. Bite and a pint.

Yeah, I'm not angling for an invite.

For the kid. Luke, is it?

No, I can't.

C'mon, it's got Vincent's eyes.

Thanks.

You got something for me?

Look, I'm afraid a loyalty card

can't be accepted as proof of identification

and I'm afraid you're going to have to get more recent photographs.

Another satisfied customer.

-Do you want something?

-Nikki put me on SO.

Oh, great. I could do with the break.

I have to get out. I need you to cover for me.

I've been on all morning.

-Please.

-No!

Then I just have to go.

Adrijan!

-Mum.

-David.

She told me. Claire.

Exactly what you've been up to.

I don't know where you get off.

But Katie's a Kiely and that's exactly what Luke's going to be.

Nice time at the park, yeah?

Yeah. It was a bit wet.

The Kielys were amenable for a reason, David. Money.

What do you mean, money?

Vincent came to me, cap in hand.

Told me that they'd let you see Luke if I paid for the christening.

-No.

-Now do you understand?

You have to stay one step ahead of them.

You paid for me to see my own son!

No, Vincent manipulated the situation...

If Katie finds out, Mum...

Just do me a favour, yeah?

And stay out of my life!

Bit of a cash flow problem. One of my buyers has been let down.

A bad player? You don't want to be getting shafted, Bridget.

They're good for it.

-Do you want me to have a word?

-No, I can handle it.

-I just thought if we could extend the terms of our...

-Extend?

By a week?

-Few days is all.

-No.

No way.

You think I'm running a charity?

No.

You think I'm a soft touch, cos I'm your ex?

-Listen, Joe...

-I want that money.

Plus interest.

HE LAUGHS I'm only kidding. Your face!

Few more days, that's no skin off me.

Anything for you, you know that.

You'll get your money.

Every penny.

Have you forgotten something?

Enjoy your party.

-Oh, hey.

-Hey. What's going on?

Doctor's given me the all clear, unlike some.

-That's great.

-Yeah.

-I'll give you a lift.

No, it's grand, I organised a taxi.

Going to surprise Niamh.

-Sean...

-What were you doing, mouthing off to Nikki?

Have you completely lost it?

No. Is this why you called me? To give me grief?

-She let O'Reilly go.

-Good!

What do you mean, good? Look what he did to you.

Yeah, because of you.

Cos you're not a well man and people are noticing.

I'm not letting that scumbag think he can do what he wants.

This is going to blow up in our faces if we don't drop it fast.

OK? You tell Nikki that you didn't see him.

That you made a mistake. You can't be certain what you saw.

You're asking me to let him go free?

I'm not asking you, I'm telling you.

Drop it.

You don't want to take a look at them?

-I'll pay you on tick.

-Tick?

What? Are you sayin' I'm not good for it?

It's a pleasure as always.

Enjoy.

She's late.

So?

No wonder he smells like a Peruvian brothel.

-Look what he has stashed in here.

-Get your hands out of his locker.

He's had his filthy paws in mine often enough.

We're taking some of his stuff up to the hospital for him.

There's no need. He's been discharged.

Oh, great.

I knew he was faking. Get the old sympathy vote.

What?

-Here, have you apologised to Nikki yet?

-Yeah.

On bended knees? They love that, women.

Sorry, "women"?

I know women.

Yeah, you know your mammy, Paudge.

Boss...

..I think I made a mistake about O'Reilly.

What kind of mistake?

See you.

Good luck.

Maybe it wasn't him I saw.

When did this light bulb moment strike you?

I don't know. I've been thinking.

It made sense that it was O'Reilly, but I can't be sure.

I should have kept my mouth shut. I'm sorry.

-Ah, lovely.

-Oh, I love it.

Don't you touch it.

I don't want any of your poncy cake.

Niamh's done you proud, love.

Yeah. She took her time about it and all.

-Thanks for this.

-Going to be a great day, love.

And you better be on your best behaviour, Keith.

No sniffing round Claire.

As if, she's a Hennessy.

Still, though. Lovely hoop on her.

-FADING:

-She's pregnant.

-Yeah, but she must be getting lonely, like...

Nobody is that lonely, Keith.

Hey. I'm here. Where are you?

Oh, yeah. Very romantic.

Hey... Go.

Rachel, go. Your father, he's here.

No, no, no, just go. Get out, OK? Just go. Do what I say.

-Hey.

-What are you doing here?

Getting a breath of fresh air.

You never come here.

-First time for everything.

-You're following me.

-What?! No.

-You're a liar.

-Rach, look...

-How could you do that?

-What else am I going to do?

-Trust me?

Thanks a lot.

Rach... Rachel!

Rachel.