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They fished a body from the lake.
Jack Lucey's daughter's on the case.
- You knew she was back? - The whole town has heard.
We didn't ask for you and
I'm absolutely certainly didn't ask for here!
I thought it was time to come home.
She'll get to you no doubt.
It's been strictly business between myself and Roisin for years now.
There was hassle, outside with Roisin and a young woman.
We're looking for a young girl in blue jeans
and a green sweatshirt in particular.
None of the cameras were operational.
Are you sure you didn't see anything?
Just look at it yourself.
[♪ THEME MUSIC PLAYS]
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[DOOR OPENS, AND CLOSES]
Again, your choice to sleep on the sofa Cian, not mine.
Right,
Shane, Mark, move it!
breakfast on the table in two minutes, come on!
[LAP OF WATER]
- Cian... - Do you mind if I eat my breakfast
while you tell me everything's my fault,
it's just I've a murder investigation to get back to.
Yeah, your friend!
Roisin was my friend.
We could try counselling.
We did, you won remember?
Cian, what's happening to us?
I don't know.
Do you want a divorce?
Do you?
I got 150 score on Mario yesterday.
- No you didn't! - Yeah, I did.
♪Your old score is 70.
Lads, we're hitting the road in five, get your bags together.
Your lunches are over there, okay?
You two wait there!
- It was under my bed. - Yes, I told you it was...
Hiya, you must be Niamh.
Fia Lucey, is Cian ready to go?
No, he's gone already, he took the boys to school.
Oh, I thought I was picking him up this morning?!
Where's your car?
Well I thought with both of your cars I'd just clog up the driveway,
so I parked up the road.
Okay, well...
Do you mind if I use your loo?
- Sure. - Thanks.
Hello?
Hey mam, dad.
- Hiya - Hello love.
I'll have a cup of tea if you're making one.
- Mm. Looks like I am now. - [CHUCKLES]
Dad, can I have a quick word just inside?
You actually looked at crime scene photos?
Dad, I am so sorry you had to see that in real life.
You did the right thing stepping away from that case,
it was too personal.
It was cowardly.
It was human.
You know, looking at the photos, it brought things back.
I remember Elizabeth
dropping off Fia's overnight bag for our sleepover.
And Aidan in the back seat in his pyjamas,
ready to spend a night in the boat.
In the photos Aidan is fully dressed!
Dad, I know this is hard, but did Jack call to the house that night?
Did he visit looking to bring Fia back too?
No, he didn't.
What are you getting at?
I know you've always thought it was a moment of madness,
off his meds maybe.
But what if...
You're saying maybe Jack planned it.
But why would he spare Fia?
Yeah, why?
Sorry to be a pain but um, could I possibly get a glass of water?
Sure.
Here you go. I'm in a bit of a rush.
- Thanks. - I've to get to work.
Gorgeous view you have here.
So have you and Cian been married long?
I don't see how that's any of your business, Detective Lucey.
It isn't easy in our business.
My own marriage... poof.
Sure, the long hours don't help.
But I guess you brought serious baggage to the table too.
Your mother taught me English.
Elizabeth was the best teacher ever.
Anyone who's doing well around here was taught by Elizabeth Lucey.
But you're here to talk about Cian aren't you?
How can I help?
Look, I thought it'd be good for the two of us to meet properly.
I could be taking your husband away from you and the kids
for a long time on this murder investigation.
And that's it really.
Did you know Roisin Hurley well?
If you don't think your new partner is up to scratch,
maybe you need to find another one.
Are you gonna tell me what that was all about?
I thought I was picking you up.
Bullshit!
I won't speak with her Marjorie, you can bleed all you like!
Maybe she remembers something about Chloe,
but of course you won't talk
to anyone about anything, will you? Ever?
You'll die of anger James and I pray for you.
[SIGHS IN PAIN]
[HISS OF INHALER]
I'm nearly out of Ventolin.
- I'll go to the chemist. - You need a prescription, idiot!
I've got a spare in the flat.
You can grab my passport while you're at it.
Did you speak to Roisin today?
When is she coming?
Answer me!
Do you want tea?
No, I want to know when Roisin is coming.
When am I getting out of this dump?
Answer me!
She's not coming. She's dead.
[WHISPERS IN SHOCK] What ?
Detective Inspector Lucey, could I have a few moments of your time?
Not now, get out of my way please.
You're investigating a murder in this town, that must bring up
your own past, what your father did.
Will that affect your concentration?
I can concentrate just fine, thank you!
You know, if you give me an exclusive all the other Dublin
papers will back off.
You must know that everyone around here thinks your father had
something to do with Chloe Whelan's disappearance?
You could be a voice for him.
I can be a sympathetic ear.
People are going to want to read this stuff.
- Stuff?! - No, I didn't mean it like that.
Yes you did, because that's all we are to you, is stuff!
- Get out of my way! - Look, please, can we just...
I said get out of my fuckin' way!
[CLATTER OF PHONE HITTING THE GROUND]
Aw for f...
Your presence here, a murder investigation
that's going to attract attention, I can't help you with that.
Only your responses can.
Look, I was ambushed!
You have to be prepared for that.
You're right.
I thought I was.
I'm sorry, I'll do better.
Thank you.
Where are we with Ms. Hurley?
Pursuing various lines of investigation.
If you don't mind Supe, I'd rather be further along...
We're used to sharing all leads from the get-go on my watch.
Right, well,
we're looking into Ms. Hurley's immediate circle,
any recent intimate relationships.
I'm sorry.
Stop saying that, why didn't you tell me?
I was afraid you'd be...
Well like you are.
Can you get me out of here?
How do you mean? Out of here, out of this country.
- I'm skint. - Of course you are.
[SOBS] I can't believe she...
If she's been murdered, maybe she told someone I'm here?
- Did you tell anyone? - No, I swear.
[NO HISS]
Get my inhaler, please, I need to get out of here!
Right folks, here's a list of all the registered boats in the area,
nothing for it but door to door.
Look for hair, fibres, blood.
Oh, where are we on toxicology?
Alcohol, but minute traces
and interestingly, a small trace of Ketamine also.
Oh, Ketamine!?
That's usually used as a date rape drug.
There was no sign of sexual assault.
If it was used to knock her out,
there would have been significant trace.
Why isn't Furlong here?
He's following up a lead.
Where are we on our phone records?
We've been searching the most frequent numbers
over the last few months,
there were only two calls that night which were to a burner phone
- that's switched off. - Burner?
How do we know?
We traced the SIM back to the shop, but the sales records were a mess.
So we don't know the buyer yet.
Right, burners are usually used for drug deals or covering up affairs,
so keep on it.
Listen, let's make a list of all of Ms. Hurley's drinking buddies
when she was off the wagon.
Maybe a friendly piss up turn suddenly sour.
Right, that's it folks.
Here, have pathology run a match to the victims.
- This is urgent. - Will do.
Cian would know who Roisin drank with, they were mates,
why don't you ask him?
I will.
Have you got a sec?
When can we reopen? I've got guests arriving for the festival
- from tomorrow on. - Right.
You can open as of now.
My day sorted, getting the staff back in.
- I'll be busy. - Great.
Yeah.
[PHONE RINGS]
One second there, you keep going.
Hello?
Aye.
So we can reopen the gym? Thank God, I'm frozen solid out here.
Alright, alright, see ya.
We'll start with national press, then move on to international
tomorrow, there's the list and the Japanese buying group will want
a tour of the distillery, if you can handle that, Deirdre.
Everything alright, Niamh, you seem a bit,
I don't know, flat somehow today?
She's anxious about the festival Dee.
We all are.
Yeah, that's it.
I suppose things are a bit more complicated this year.
You mean the Lucey girl's return, the press,
throw a murder investigation on top of that?
Roisin would want the show to go on.
We'll just have to razzle dazzle them like we always do.
- We'll leave that to you. - [HE CHUCKLES]
Come here, what's his deal?
What was the story between him and Roisin?
I've only got Roisin's word.
They'd been having a thing.
Cian's marriage was in trouble.
Roisin said he got a bit needy, so she put a stop to it.
She said he got angry, saw a side to him she'd never seen before.
Now, you do know I wouldn't testify to any of that in court?
Yeah.
Yeah, I figured.
You mentioned there was a rumour of Bill Maguire's nephew and Roisin?
Sean Maguire?
Rumours, others too.
Small town shite.
[SIGHING]: Yeah.
You had a team meeting without me?!
When were you going to tell me about the Ketamine?
Just this minute actually.
Ah, so you're blocking me out, huh?
Think I'm not up to scratch.
Yeah.
Fuckin' nonsense!
[PHONE RINGS]
Hi, this is Luke, leave a message.
Gannon, where are we on the forensics I asked for? Call me back.
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Ah here, been looking for you, I
think we should go speak to Charlie Reid again,
try and pin him down on Roisin and some of her relationships.
- I'll get my keys. - Here,
right ahead of you, my car's been giving me trouble.
Where did you get these?
Your coat pocket, I hope you don't mind?!
I do fuckin' mind!
[ENGINE REVVING AND SQUEAL OF TYRES]
Are we in a hurry?
[SCREECH OF TYRES]
This some kind of shortcut?
Where are we going?
Talk to me!
[SCREECH OF BRAKES]
Don't even think about playing innocent with me,
you come into my house,
interrogate my wife,
you keep me out of the loop at work,
you go through my pockets,
what is your fuckin' problem?
Is there something you want to tell me Cian?
Because now's your chance!
Your only chance!
Bullshit.
Dr Whelan.
- Hey. - How're ya.
- Do you mind if we sit? - Yeah of course.
I was hoping something might have jogged your memory since we last met
about Roisin and relationships?
I mean given how close you were, you'd probably be the first
to realise any change in her emotional weather.
I mean, if she was in a fulfilling relationship, let's say,
I mean she might have come across happier than normal.
It's true, you know, Charlie.
Mostly Roisin was a bit of a grumpy cow.
May she rest.
But she had a smile on her face the last few months.
Like something good was happening with her...
or someone good.
Erm, you owe me 50 Euro by the way.
I mean, it could have been someone you might have
disapproved of, maybe?
Here, caviar blini.
Ah, Roisin's favourite!
That's very thoughtful of you, thanks Serena.
Oh, I forgot, you don't like them.
Do you know I would swear
you were the last person in here with her, Cian.
A couple of weeks back?
Yeah, we were discussing hotel security for the festival.
Mh.
- To Roisin. - To Roisin.
Oh, another thing, you didn't see Roisin arguing maybe?
With a young woman, green top, jeans, straight brown hair?
- No, sorry. - No, sorry.
Right, well thanks for the blini.
[CLINK OF BOTTLES]
You saw her didn't you?
The girl?
Maybe, I can't say for sure.
You know you can talk to me.
I can't talk to anyone!
DI Lucey.
So,
what sort of crowd are you expecting for the festival?
Over the week, a few thousand or so.
Not bad when you consider how small we were at the start.
And will it affect you that
DI Lucey is the senior investigating officer
on the Hurley murder case?
Why in the world should that affect us?
Her history I suppose.
Am I being a bit dense, because I'm not seeing the link here?
All the talk about the Whelan girl's disappearance blowing up again.
How the Lucey family deaths might be connected.
That's what people have been talking about.
Not the festival, not your whisky.
There wouldn't be a Blackwater without my husband.
When he set up the distillery 20 odd years ago,
it was a town in despair.
No employment, no hope.
Now we employ hundreds of locals.
The festival fills shops and restaurants and pubs and hotels.
We invite you into our home to tell you a success story,
and you want to drag us into the gutter you come from.
We're done here.
I think my wife is politely telling you
to get the fuck out of our house, sunshine.
That's the good stuff from the hotel freezer, dad.
Don't ask me to do it again.
It's our best chance with Roisin not there to stock take.
Not ours, yours.
You live here don't you?
Eat steak don't you?
Hi.
Why aren't you in school, I dropped you there this morning?
I took her out.
The trout were in, so we went fishing.
Dad, you can't just do that!
Well I did.
She needs to be in school.
She needs an education.
Fishing's an education.
That's it!
Go on, go and get your bag, go on, I'm bringing you back.
As of today, I'll be looking for our own place.
Go on.
Go off and get your fancy flat!
But Brid stays here with me.
As I thought, Blackwater should be bringing up the festival, all the events.
I saw.
The death of Roisin Hurley and almost as much
about the chief investigating officer and her tragic past.
I don't want Sean drawn into this.
This thing with Roisin.
She probably jumped his bones, you know?
Still, Sean should have known better.
Have a word with Cian for me, will you?
How do you mean, a word?
Can you ask Cian if he can keep Sean out of it?
I don't think it works like that, Deirdre!
Go easy will ya, don't want you having a heart attack!
Oh I'm so sick of hearing the Lucey family name!
It was a terrible tragedy, it was.
But when will we be allowed to move on?
Right, come on, let it out.
You're alright Sean, I'm knackered to be honest.
You can head back to the gym, Sean, thanks.
He puts his heart and soul into this town
and all they want at the end of the day is idle gossip.
It'll all blow over soon enough.
You need to watch your back Niamh, your husband's back.
We won't say it, but I think you know what I'm talking about, pet.
There's not much goes that Bill and I don't hear about.
Get your house in order, there's a girl.
Excuse me, there's something I need to do in town.
- [BANGING] - [DOGS BARKING]
Did one of you sell Roisin Hurley Ket?
Fuck off!
[LOUD THUD]
Fuckin' answer me, did ye, did ye?
[LOUD THUD]
If I found out you sold Roisin Ket...
Then what?!
We don't do Ket, and we don't do business where Donna works,
now piss off and hassle some other fucker!
Who, what other fucker?
And why would I tell you that?
I can lose the paperwork on your most recent charge.
Might be no harm in getting rid of some of the competition.
But you go back on your word and I swear
one of your sons will meet with a nasty accident!
You do that and I'll fuckin' kill ya.
But go on.
Try barking up the Maguire tree, the dumb nephew.
[DOOR OPENS]
Cian isn't here.
I don't know where he went.
Well, I came to see you anyway.
What you were saying about the long hours,
the case taking him away from his family...
Yeah?
We've been having problems in our marriage.
I'm sorry to hear that.
He's a good man.
I'm sure he is!
A great father.
- The night Roisin was killed... - Yeah.
We were supposed to be at the function till the very end but
we had a fight, went home early.
I think Cian feels guilty about that.
Why guilty?
Well maybe he thinks what happened wouldn't have happened if he...
If he'd been around.
Oh, now I see.
He... he liked her.
Yeah, well, and so did I.
You know I worked here, a long time ago.
So he should have been here, instead he was, he was home
- arguing with me. - Mmh.
But ye must have stopped arguing at some point?
We did.
You know, we get exhausted, you know, so
we opened a bottle of wine, watched Godfather Part Two.
Ah, the best one!
Anyway, I just wanted to tell you after what you'd been asking.
Thanks Niamh.
You're more than welcome.
- I'll let you get back to it. - Great.
[PHONE BUZZES]
Yep?
The sample matches the victim's, thanks Gannon.
- What happened? - I tripped, why are we here?
I gave you the chance to come clean earlier today.
I've been gathering evidence.
- What evidence? - Against you.
Me?
There is CCTV footage from that night, Roisin pushing you away.
Blood on your boat matches hers, you have told lie after lie.
I think Niamh knows you were having an affair with Roisin.
Why she tried to give you an alibi today is beyond me.
[VOICES OUTSIDE]
[SIGHS] You think I killed Roisin?
Look, yes, I turned up,
but she pushed me away and I never saw her again.
OK, just give me a chance, I'll give you an alibi, one you can check.
This is your burner phone, yeah?
Roisin made two calls to a burner on the night she died,
linking that person the last person she's known to have contact with!
It wasn't me.
Please?
Let's find out.
[HE SIGHS]
Fia?
[RING TONE ON FIA'S PHONE]
Right, what have you got for me?
[BEEP]
We have a reliable tip off sir, Sean Maguire deals in Ket,
found in Roisin Hurley's system.
We also know that Roisin had relations with Sean Maguire.
We're going to need a search warrant for his office at the hotel.
If you're going after Bill Maguire's nephew,
you better be bloody sure of yourselves.
I'll see what I can do.
Anything else?
If I'm not happy with what you're about to say,
I'm going straight back in there to lay it out
for the Super, I am not going to put my career on the line for you!
All right.
I did go to the hotel,
I did see Roisin, but she wanted nothing to do with me,
I got the impression she was on her way somewhere.
Well where were you the rest of the night?
I went to Reid's restaurant to join an all night poker session
like I've done a hundred times before.
That's why I owed Serena money.
Plenty of people there will back me up.
If it needs to be said, me and Roisin...
I cared for her.
What about her blood found on your boat?
She had nosebleeds, we used to boat to meet.
- And the hotel CCTV? - What about it?
How am I gonna explain not calling that in?
I'll take the blame on that, I'll think of something.
I fucked up.
How surprised do you think people will be, it's what I do!
Please just give me a week, one week, Fia?
Me and you working together, please?
Give me one reason why I should?
I want to find out who killed Roisin.
I owe her that.
Hey.
So I've checked your alibi, looks like you were telling the truth,
but I'm telling you, this investigation goes no further
than you, me and the team okay?
No stories carried home, no gossip.
Understood.
Because you mightn't like the truth when we get to it, Cian.
Come on.
See Roisin's locket was missing when we found her.
Must have fallen in the lake.
And who the hell is she?
And why has no one seen her since?
See 'C' every Wednesday, that's why I thought it was you.
There's no coverage from outside, so she must have had
the system turned off.
You're churning.
Ever since I told you Niamh invented an alibi for you.
Love or self-protection?
No, no, no, no, no!
No, Niamh would never...
Even if she knew about us, she... no.
Yeah, well I had to take her motives under consideration.
So I had the GPS on her company car checked discreetly,
it didn't move from the time she got home.
Oh thank Christ!
See?
Hang on...
There, that's an inhaler,
prescription only type, my son Shane has asthma.
Right, run a check on all the pharmacies within a 50 mile radius.
You know if Ro left every Wednesday at 3 o'clock and returned home
at roughly the same time...
50, 60 miles should cover it, allowing for a two hour meeting?
Okay.
[LAPTOP BEEPS]
_
Wake up.
_
[LOUD SPLASH ECHOING]
Ah, hiya Fergus.
Fia, your dad's old boat has seen better days.
If you want to take her out for a spin,
I could give her the once over for you.
Thanks for the offer, but I'm not staying around long enough for that.
But thanks.
- They don't make them like this anymore. - Nope.
Your father was full of talk of taking her to the Shannon Regatta.
- Oh, really? - [GRUNTS]
When was that?
About a week before he...
That's why it stays in my mind.
Dr Whelan and himself were supposed to bring her.
What?!
Dad and Dr Whelan?
Well your da was his patient, but they were solid friends.
- Boating friends. - Mh!
God, I never knew that.
_
[SNAP OF BRANCH]
Oh! Mrs. Whelan.
We're Christians, we have to forgive, and I try all the time...
but I can't.
I want you to know we don't bear any ill will towards you, my dear.
You are not your father's keeper.
Mrs. Whelan, with the greatest of respect, what if you're wrong?
What if you've been wrong all this time?
We don't have that, a place to say goodbye.
Why would your mother, your brother, be in there
if not for your father's guilt?
So I've contacted all staff and guests,
business as usual from tomorrow on.
Good girl.
Consider yourself acting manager,
until I get a replacement for Roisin.
get anything out of them?
I'm doing the usual digging around, but they're being a bit cagey.
You know yourself!
- Anyway, for now... - Is that fella staying here?
Yeah, and more reporters are booked in too.
Charge them top room rates, I wish you'd said something to me Donna,
I would have told you to refuse them.
I gonna have to cut this off at the pass,
get Fia Lucey in front of them all tomorrow,
answer their questions, get focus back on the festival.
Oh, I don't think Fia would want to do that.
I don't care whether she likes it or not!
Yeah, get me Superintendent Shannon.
Bill Maguire here.
[MAN'S LAUGH ECHOING]
Leave it, you'll cut yourself, I'll get a brush.
Jesus Lynette, are you all right?
Sorry, you can take it out of my wages.
What, it's only a glass, would you relax!
[SHAKING SIGH]
_
No chance, no chance, I know where you're going, ah!
Right, let's go, no, not near post, not near post!
Ah, I'm getting too old for this.
All right?
Do you think dad had anything to do with Chloe Whelan's disappearance?
Of course I've heard the rumours, but I never believed a word of them.
Her parents are religious weirdos,
must have felt like she was living in a cult!
My bet is she ran away.
I mean, everything about her did seem to change.
And she was suddenly freer in herself.
Probably a lad, they ran off together.
But no lad was reported missing.
But sure how do we know he was from around here?
Look, I'm gonna work in my room for a bit,
unless you want me to cook or something?
Lord God, Fia, spare us that much!
Fair enough!
_
Jesus!
Hey Fia.
Cian, I'm at Roisin's apartment, I think the girl we're looking for
- is her daughter. - What daughter?
- Did you know? - No, no idea.
The 'C' in her diary, it must be for her, Carrie.
The thing is, why hasn't she shown up?
She must know something.
Where is she?
Carrie?
Hey! Carrie?
Hey, hey!
Carrie!
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
Come in.
Sorry Fia.
Lynette, she wants to tell you something.
Right.
Thanks Donna.
You're going to be okay.
Do you want to sit down, love?
I did see that girl.
The one you said.
- Have you found her? - No.
- We're still looking. - [WHINING]: Mmh.
What do you know about her?
I'm worried the same thing happened to her that happened to me.
Can you tell me?
[SHAKING BREATH]
Look, you've made it this far, love.
I promise you can trust me.
I think Sean Maguire raped me.
Oh God, I'm sorry!
I'm so sorry.
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