Have you come close?
Mm, not really. Just a few proposals.
-What's a few? -Mm, five or six.
-Five or six? -Eight.
But only three of those were Charlie's father
and I didn't believe him after the first one.
-Why not? -Well, I was pregnant.
He proposed and I accepted.
And I never saw him again for six years.
The second time he proposed he was already married to someone else.
-That's awkward. -Oh, you have no idea.
You know, we bumped into each other in Paris.
-Yeah? -Yeah, well,
I was there on a conference. He was there on his honeymoon.
Wait, he proposed to you when he was on his honeymoon?
Mm. "Sucker for romance" was his excuse.
And the third?
Ah, well, I didn't bother trying to find out.
I just told him to piss off.
-What about you? -Ah.
Not nearly as interesting, just... once.
-Me to her, and she said yes. -Oh.
Yeah.
Well, what happened? Where is she now?
-She passed. -Oh, I'm so sorry.
-How long ago? -I don't like to talk about it.
Well, I mean, that's what people do
when they're in a relationship, they talk.
Is that what we are, in a relationship?
Well, I'm not sure.
Getting there?
I will, it's...
I'm just not quite ready. It's a difficult subject for me.
Please, just bear with me.
Oh, well...
You know, I'm... I'm used to, um...
doing everything my own way.
-I don't rely on anyone. -And I love a strong woman.
But I also believe in equality.
Can you do that? Can you see me as equal?
Every man I have ever been fond of has let me down.
I won't. I promise.
Are you sure there's nothing I need to know?
Wait a minute.
Oh, it's Fergus. He says he's got something to show me.
-I should get going anyway. -Oh.
Mustn't keep the dead waiting.
♪ Ta-da!
Ta-da what?
-I passed my test! -You bought this monstrosity?
Hey! She's not a monstrosity.
-She's practical. -Oh, really, Fergus.
You're 20 years old. You're not meant to be practical.
Get in. I'll take you for a spin.
-Do I have to? -Absolutely!
Get in, young lady!
-Isn't she a beauty? -It smells like fish in here.
It does not.
-Does it? -Yeah.
All right. Well, I'll give her a good clean
-and I'll buy an air freshener. -Yeah. Buy lots.
-Malky! -I need your help.
With what?
I'm in trouble.
You don't have anything stronger, do you?
Hair of the dog, like.
By the sound of things, that's what got you here.
I don't know. I don't remember drinking.
Look, you've been drinking every day
since you found out about Ma and Happy.
-Are you sure he's dead? -Oh, very sure.
-No doubt. -Whose house is it?
No idea. I don't remember how I got there.
I don't remember being with Happy.
I don't remember anything.
I don't know if I killed him.
Of course you didn't! Look, you're a lot of things, Da,
-but a killer's not one of them. -I don't know about that, Ferg.
I thought about killing Happy many, many times
since I found out about him and your ma.
-What if I snapped? -Don't be daft, all right?
Look, we can talk about this later
but right now, time is not on our side.
It won't be long before the Guards get involved
and it'd be good if we found out what actually happened before then.
Agreed. Look, Da, you'll need to lay low for a while...
Shit! Charlie!
-Fuck! What's he doing here? -I don't know.
I wasn't expecting him. I'll keep him busy.
You need to sneak your father out of here.
The Goose. Take him to the Goose. Glenn'll hide him.
-I'll see you there. -OK, we'll take my car.
The one that smells of fish?
Hurry!
What are you doing? Come on!
What took you so long?
Well, I don't just wait by the front door all day, you know,
just on the off chance that someone's going to pop by.
What are you doing here? We don't have a case on.
Cold case. Back when I was a detective,
these are some of the ones that got away.
-Thought we could take a look. -Uh! Some?
I mean, this is a big box!
Did you solve any crimes?
Ha-ha-ha! You're hilarious, Mother. You should do stand-up.
Well, you'd better come in, I suppose.
All right, all right. Keep your hair on!
I'm coming!
Jeez, Glenn. Trying to wake you is like trying to wake the dead.
Well, you probably have with all that bloody racket.
-God, what are you wearing? -It's a house coat.
Petra got it for me. Pretty bloody gorgeous, eh?
Well, what's the emergency?
-I murdered Happy. -Jeez, Da.
Will you stop saying that, all right? You did not murder Happy.
Hang on, Happy's dead?
Look, I need you to hide him, OK?
Harry and I need to find out
what actually happened before the Guards get involved.
-Can you do that? -You can rely on me.
But between us, he definitely didn't kill him, right?
-Glenn! -I'm not worried for myself.
It's just my physical safety I'm concerned about.
-Look, is Petra here? -No.
She went off with Concepta to Tenerife on a swingers' retreat.
That's what I thought, too.
But apparently, it's literal swinging on actual swings.
-Why? -I don't know.
It's all the rage. Gwyneth Paltrow swears by it apparently.
OK, look, it doesn't matter,
I just need you to keep him hidden.
Don't let him leave and don't let him drink.
Oh, all right. Very sensible to keep him in a pub, then.
Da, I need you to swear to me, OK?
I need you sober, do you understand?
I promise, son. No drinking.
Good.
Good man.
Thank you, Glenn. I owe you.
I'll make a note. Right, let's get you cleaned up.
I've got a safari suit that goes with this house coat.
It's weird, you know how I felt about Happy,
but I'm kind of sad he's dead.
Oh, shit, I just thought of something.
My mam doesn't know about this yet.
One problem at a time.
Careful you don't touch anything.
Malky's fingerprints are gonna be all over that.
Well, we can't wipe it or take it away.
-That's committing a crime. -Look, I can't just stand by
and watch my da get blamed for something he didn't do.
I don't think he did it either,
but we don't know that for sure yet.
There's no way, Harry.
No way.
It's my da's jacket.
There might be a clue in there as to where he was last night.
Well, if we could retrace his steps
we could work out how he got here.
Pat Toolan's?
It's his local bookie. He's in there all the time.
Doesn't mean he was in there yesterday, though.
We've got a hundreds of these around the house.
Well, it won't hurt to check it out.
Nothing.
Oh, hold on, there's a hole in the lining.
The Laughing Goat?
It's a rough-as-anything pub over in Finglas.
The receipt's dated for yesterday evening.
-He was there then. -Mm.
What?
Nothing. Um, your father just doesn't strike me
as the sort of person that keeps receipts.
Maybe he just shoved it in his pocket and forgot about it.
I'm surprised there weren't more.
An Garda Siochána. Open up, please.
Better they don't find us here.
Agreed.
6406-138. Body found. Male...
Well, the tip was on the money.
That's Happy O'Halloran, all right.
There'll be a long list of people who wanted to get rid of him.
Right, let's get Crime Scene in here, please.
It seems like someone wants your father caught.
Yeah, someone's trying to set him up.
Yeah.
Thanks.
-You two lost? -Pat around?
Pat Toolan? He's not been around for years.
He lost this place in a bet to me dad.
We just kept the name so as not to confuse the regulars.
-They're easily confused. -So, you run this place?
Me and me dad do, yeah. Though mostly me.
He spends half the year in Spain for his lumbago.
I'm Donna. What can I help you with?
-Do you know Malky Reid? -Course.
Everyone knows Malky. I haven't seen him today, though.
He might be in later. Depends on if he's got any money or not.
-Was he in yesterday? -Yeah. In the afternoon.
Placed a couple of bets on some races. Lost, as usual.
And got chatting to a fella and they left.
This fella, someone you know? Someone who's been around?
Oh, yeah, everyone around here knows him.
Happy O'Halloran, the loan shark.
Half my customers owe him money.
Do you mean they still owe money?
-We'd heard he retired. -Happy? Retire?
Not on your nelly!
We'd be out of business if Happy quit.
Five on number ten, please.
Happy told my ma that he'd turned his back on his criminal ways.
He lied to her.
So, Happy and Malky talked and then they left, that's it?
-Nothing else? -Not really.
I mean, they might have had a couple of cross words.
I couldn't really hear with all the noise.
Something about Happy lying to someone?
Malky did seem quite cross, which is unlike him.
-Thanks for your time. -No problem.
It's me, Donna.
Yeah, two people were just in here asking about Malky Reid.
That's them, yeah.
I told them exactly what you told me to say.
Well, this place looks fun.
-Afternoon. -Yeah.
What can I get you? Ooh!
You look like a cider man, am I right?
-Er, no, not really. -Yeah, you will be.
You mark my words. Been in this game 30 years.
I can tell you anyone's poison de choice. It's a gift.
-Hm, what's mine? -That's simple.
Gin and orange. Just the one, though. Not a big drinker.
It's like he knows you, Harry.
Yeah, it's very impressive.
But today's not a drinking day. I'm looking for information.
Do you happen to know someone called Malky Reid?
Malky? Yeah, of course. One of my best customers.
Very hard to do him, though. As long as it's wet he's not complaining.
Apart from water, that is.
-Has he been in recently? -Oh, yeah. He was in last night.
-Was he with anyone? -He was, as it happens.
Was it Happy O'Halloran?
Happy? No, haven't seen him recently.
He was in the bookies in the afternoon.
That means that he and Happy must have parted ways
-at some time. -Yeah.
Do you know the person Malky was with?
-Yeah, of course. It was Lenny. -Who's Lenny?
Len?
Shit. I know him. He works with Happy.
Where's your dad?
Well, we're... We're looking for him ourselves. He's AWOL.
-He's a-what? -Missing.
Well, you can help us find him.
-No... -Oh.
-Call the Guards! -I don't think so.
No, I... I got it. I got it.
You want your dollar as well, pal?
Aagh!
Chief Superintendent, there's nothing going on here, it's...
Not Chief Superintendent any more.
How do you do that?
I've been a Guard for 20-odd years.
You don't think they teach us how to protect ourselves?
-That was liberating. -What are you doing here?
Looking out for you two gobshites.
No one comes to this pub through choice.
-Well, how did you find us here? -The tracker on your phones.
-What tracker? -The ones I installed.
I left a Post-it with the details on your desks at the office.
-Well, what... What office? -Our office!
Oh, yeah, I forgot about that place.
OK, look, what happened?
Jean-Claude Van Wild here.
Yeah, I've been called worse. And by you, Mother.
Where's your dad? I heard from Vicky what happened.
-We are not turning him in. -Good. You're right not to.
-What? -With these two looking for him?
He won't last an hour in a cell.
Well, aren't you full of surprises today?
We're trying to trace his movements yesterday.
No, that's not the right approach.
Malky was so obviously set up as a fall guy.
It'd be my guess he's probably largely irrelevant beyond that.
We need to know who would've wanted Happy dead.
-And how do we find that out? -Let's ask these two.
As for Malky, as long as he stays hidden,
he should be safe until we can work this out.
Now, we're gonna have a nice chat somewhere quiet.
OK?
Paula.
Agh!
You really think that Malky is capable of killing Happy?
It seems unlikely, but still, we find him, we'll ask him.
That's a lot of loyalty to your employer.
I went to school with Happy.
He was more than just my employer.
-And he'd do the same for us. -Who wanted Happy dead?
-No one. -Oh, seems unlikely.
OK, let me rephrase that question.
-Who profits from Happy's death? -No one!
He was out, wasn't he? Out of the game.
-Out of the business... -He was out of everything?
He gave your mam his word.
-Oh, Happy's word...! -No!
Happy was a lot of things,
-but he wasn't dishonest. -Huh!
Well, not that sort of dishonest.
Look, if he gave his word, he meant it.
Look, he was out of everything?
-Including loan sharking? -We took over the sharking.
So, you were paying him a percentage, a fee...?
Nothing, he cut ties completely.
Well, this doesn't jibe
with what the woman in the bookies said.
-Why would she lie to us? -Let's go ask her.
I don't wanna see you two again. Forget all about Malky.
You hear me?
Now what? Are we doing what he said?
You heard the man. Not a Chief Superintendent any more.
Can't tell us what to do.
And besides, like you said, Happy would do it for us.
All right, Malky. I brought you a spot of lunch.
Hope you're not a bloody vegan!
Malky?
Bugger!
♪ I never wanted to be a hero ♪
♪ I just wanted to be your man
Jesus, Malky!
Malky!
God, you're scaring the life out of me. What's going on?
-Why do you smell like Glenn? -I need to talk with you.
Is it Fergus? Liberty?
No. They're a hundred percent. It's nothing to do with them.
OK. So, tell me what's up.
Cup of tea. We need a cup of tea.
All right, lads?
Don't suppose you've seen Malky Reid around, have you?
Not recently. Why?
-You lost him? -No, no, no. Ha.
Just temporarily misplaced him.
Yeah, I'm checking all his usual haunts.
So, where else would he be, Glenn?
Pretty much any pub in Dublin.
Although he did... give his word.
Maybe he went to Paula's.
Might have wanted her to hear it from him first.
Er... I mean, nothing.
Word of advice, Glenn. I'd stop looking for Malky, if I was you.
Yeah? Why's that, then?
Because we're looking for him, too.
And when we find him, we plan to take him
up to An Cailleach's Hollow and bury him in a shallow grave.
And whoever's with him.
-I remember now! -Oh?
He told me he was, er, going to get the train to Belfast.
-Belfast! -Belfast, is it?
How could I forget that? Yeah.
Oh, they leave from Connolly Station, don't they?
-You'd want to hurry. -We'll do that, Glenn.
Thanks, lads.
I think they bought it. Ha! Idiots!
Bugger!
This is Happy. Leave a message. Or not.
I don't care.
What are you talking about?
I don't know what happened.
But I woke up beside him.
And that he'd been stabbed.
I was holding the knife.
I don't remember anything.
But I can't say for sure I didn't kill him.
I'm so, so sorry, Paula.
Don't be daft.
You're just not the killing type, Malky.
It's Cian Fitzgilbert.
I remember the name. Where from?
Nicholas Samson awarded him a huge construction contract.
Your man who took the blame for Cassie Forbes worked for him.
What's he got to do with this?
Maybe there's a link between Happy and Fitzgilbert?
Let's go ask Jake and Lenny.
-It's Glenn. -Don't answer it.
Oh, a text.
"A def Ohio r enrtghengg"?
I think we should answer it.
OK. But you haven't seen me, yeah?
Glenn?
Thank Christ! Is Malky with you?
Why? And what was your text message?
-"A def Ohio r enrtghengg"? -"Answer your phone."
"Emergency." I'm running and texting at the same time.
It's not easy. I'm no good at it.
-Which one? -Both. Neither.
Listen...
Jake and Lenny
are on their way to your place, they're looking for Malky.
Are you sure you don't know where he is?
Shit!
Malky? You are there! Don't worry, I'm nearly there, too.
-Paula! -Out the door!
-Paula! -Get the fuck...
-Paula! -Unhand that man!
I can't let you do that.
OK, OK.
Bugger!
Come on. Come on.
-Are you OK? -Yeah, yeah.
I guess they didn't listen to you.
We should call Glenn, in case they...
Hm, speak of the devil.
Glenn?
Guys, it's coming back to me.
I'm...
almost...
definitely certain
that I didn't kill Happy.
How certain?
I don't know.
Eighty percent?
Maybe sixty?
I appreciate your honesty, Malky. Keep walking.
No hard feelings, Malky, yeah?
-We always liked you. -Ah.
Don't worry about it.
If I did do it, I deserve whatever happens.
-I prefer it when they whine. -I know what you mean.
You being so decent about it, Malky,
it's got me stomach all in knots.
-Sorry, guys. -Stop here.
Dig.
It's a nice spot.
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh. You don't want to do this.
-Is that so? -Please!
Please don't do this.
Now, Fergus, don't blame Lenny and Jake.
They're doing what they have to, for Happy.
If I killed him, I deserve this.
But you didn't kill him.
Why do people keep saying that? I could be a killer.
We think we have an idea who did do it.
Did Happy have any dealings with Cian Fitzgilbert?
Why do you ask?
We're trying to retrace Malky's steps.
We found clues that sent us to a bookies in Sallynoggin.
Well, the woman there told us that he was in with Happy
and that Happy was as involved in loan sharking as ever.
-That's a lie! -Oh, we know that.
But it made us wonder why she was lying.
Look, when we went back, we saw her with Fitzgilbert.
And it looked like he was paying her for something.
To lie about Happy?
Why would Fitzgilbert want that?
Was there a link between him and Happy?
Not any more, but there was.
Happy had a contact in Romania.
Supplied cheap labour for Fitzgilbert's construction business.
-Cheap, illegal labour. -But Happy stopped all that.
When he promised your mam he'd go legit, he meant it.
He pulled out, and the contact in Romania was Happy's.
So, we don't know him, never met him.
Well, then, why kill Happy?
-Was it for revenge? -Oh, shit!
After the meeting,
when Happy told Fitzgilbert he was pulling out,
I was outside having a smoke
and I spoke to him as he was leaving.
Your boss is making a big mistake.
Everyone involved is gonna lose a lot of money.
We know. Me and Lenny tried to talk him out of it.
But once Happy's made up his mind...
So, you don't agree with his decision.
If it was up to me and Lenny, we'd keep the arrangement going.
But Happy's the boss.
I might've given him the impression that if Happy was out of the way,
then maybe me and you might be open to doing business with him again.
But we don't know Happy's contact.
Yeah, I know we don't know his contact, but maybe he thought that's what I was saying.
And what if I got Happy killed?
Wait, we could use this to our advantage, you just need to help us.
Means you won't get to kill Cian Fitzgilbert.
New honest Happy, he wouldn't want us killing anyone.
It would've been easier if you'd decided that sooner, for Malky.
Come here. Come here.
You bleedin' eejit, of course you didn't kill him.
I was pleased to get your call. My commiserations on Happy.
Word is it was some waster named Malky Reid.
We heard the same thing. Dealt with him already.
That's what I like about you. You get things done.
Malky Reid did us a favour.
I mean, we know he didn't kill Happy.
Someone like Malky Reid would have never got the better of Happy.
But he was a convenient scapegoat.
Now, as far as the world is concerned,
justice has been served,
and it means Jake and I can do business
with Happy's real killer - you, Cian.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, lads. I don't know what you're talking about.
Ah, please don't fret.
You think yours was the only deal he nixed?
We were haemorrhaging cash. You saved our bacon.
Kept us clean.
You want to talk about the Romanian connection?
Happy's decision is costing me a lot of money.
Now, if you two could broker a new deal with the Romanian,
I will be very much in your debt.
How'd you do it?
Malky was easy.
I saw him and Happy get into a bust-up the other week.
-You're messing her around. -Nope.
That was you for years.
And you lost her because of it.
Stop, Da.
He was already three sheets to the wind when I approached him.
Malky Reid, is that you?
We met in the Hairy Goose, said we'd go for a drink sometime.
They won't serve me any more. Said I've already had too many.
"How many is too many?" I always say.
I know a place they'll serve us.
Yeah? Great.
Just for the road.
-Roofied him, huh? -Couldn't have him remembering.
Happy wouldn't have been so easy.
Messaged him on Malky's phone.
Said Malky had something on him that would end his relationship with Paula.
No one ever felt threatened by Malky.
Happy never saw it coming.
Ah, Malky.
You stupid idiot.
Let's get you home, son.
Malky?
Mal...
Cian?
Left a few things on Malky that would lead the Guards,
or whoever, to a bookies in Sallynoggin.
Woman who runs it was only delighted
to say that Happy and Malky were in there, having words.
Only cost a few hundred quid.
Then I thought I'd send them your way.
So, the Romanian?
Oh, er, we don't know who he is.
-That was Happy's contact. -Then what's the point of this?
We were hoping to get you to confess.
After all, you've been making us run around all day,
following your clues, it's only polite.
This is just your word against mine.
These two are just a couple of crims,
and no one's gonna listen to you three either,
ex-Guard or not.
I have the ear of the government.
And there's no physical evidence linking me to any of that.
Not now your dad is dead.
Jesus! You're really not very bright, are you?
Ahem.
He's just an old drunk.
Who's gonna listen to him?
What about the Deputy Commissioner?
I want to do a deal.
I can give you Nicholas Samson, in return for immunity.
Leniency, not immunity.
-No, I... -You did confess
to premeditated murder in front of us.
And you killed Tadgh Farrell, made it look like suicide.
Leniency is your best option.
What do you have on Nicholas Samson? And it better be good.
Thank you. Thank you.
Esteemed colleagues, ladies and gentlemen of the press,
as you know, this development is very close to my heart.
It was my lovely wife, Jocelyn,
who first brought this project to my attention.
It was absolutely criminal
that such a desirable piece of real estate
was being left to rot, unloved...
-Sorry, may I? -And unregarded.
Watch this.
You're a goddess!
Take off your clothes.
Slow down, we have all night.
Turn this off.
Thanks for this, Terry.
Why ask about Hillcrest?
You've had all evening to bring that up.
-Turn this off! -Why bring it up now?
-Turn this off! -Here? Are you recording this?
Of course not. Don't be crazy.
Hey! Hey!
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I didn't mean...
Oh, my God!
Charlie, would you do the honours?
Love to.
Nicholas Samson,
I'm arresting you for the murder of Cassandra Forbes.
So, you are not obliged to say anything, unless you wish to do so,
but anything you say will be taken down in writing and may be given in evidence.
Good to have you back.
So, Luigi says, "That's your dad." Charlie says...
OK, everyone. To Happy.
-To Happy. -Happy.
Happy.
Is Samson going to wheedle his way out of this, do you think?
I don't think so. I think he's screwed.
His wife has left him and most of the money was in her name.
His party have turned on him. There's no one in his corner.
The way I hear it is he's struggling to find a lawyer
who will take on such a lost cause.
Are you glad to be back in the Guards?
Ah, it was fun to do things your way for a while,
no rules, no one to answer to.
But, yeah, it's good to be a real copper again.
Oh, you should get going if you want to be there in time for dinner.
-Yeah, it's true. Here. -Thank you.
What, are you not gonna give me a lecture about taking your daughter away?
-Ah, she's in good hands. -Oh, thanks.
Aagh!
-I'll walk you out. -Thanks.
See ya.
-Bye. -See ya, Doc.
-Have a lovely time, you two. -Thanks, Granny.
And don't do anything I wouldn't do.
Er, is there anything you wouldn't do?
-See ya. -See ya.
Bye.
So, underpants first and then trousers,
-and you can't go wrong. -Thanks, Glenn.
Slàinte.