-Well, this is a surprise.
-Yeah. It's the best surprise.
Where are you staying, Dad? You can say here.
Mom's room is free.
It's all right.
It's a bit crowded here.
I mean, I could stay for dinner, if you like.
-Yeah? Yeah, of course.
-Can he?
-Yeah. Of course.
We can order pizza.
But it's a school night, so we can't stay up late.
-Maybe get some beers in. -Yeah. Of course.
Maybe on your birthday. -[Laughs]
-Oh. Birthday. Yes.
I have prezzies for you guys.
-Thanks. -There you go.
-Aww. Thanks.
You didn't have to.
-I just can't believe how grown up you two are.
Look at you, huh?
I bet all the boys are buzzing around you.
-Oh, no. -Yes, they are.
Come on. What's his name? What's his name?
-Well...Russ.
-Russ? -Yeah.
-What about you? Are you seeing anybody?
-Kevin.
And they're on the both treating you well, yeah?
-Yeah. Yeah. 100%.
-I mean, as long as you're both happy, that is --
that's all that matters.
-That's what Mom used to say.
-Is that why you're here, then? Because of Mum?
-Liam. -That's -- That's alright.
Yeah.
Yeah, I heard about your mom,
and I thought you needed your dad.
-You missed the funeral.
-Yeah, I know.
I just -- I -- I couldn't manage it, you know?
I'm sorry -- about everything.
But, you know, I'm here now. -Yeah.
[Indistinct]
He had to get the time off work to visit, and all.
-No, I didn't take time off work.
I quit my job.
And I'm...
I'm back for good.
-Really?
Oh, my God. That's such good news.
-So where have you been?
-I've been...nowhere.
A lot of...work stuff.
A lot of boring adult stuff.
Look, none of that matters.
It doesn't matter, right? Come on. Sit down.
I want to know more about Kevin.
I want to hear more about Russ and Kevin.
I want to know how you've been.
You know, let's get back to the old days, huh?
-No.
I thought we agreed that I would let you know
when it's a good time to see the kids.
It's not good for them, you just showing up here out of the blue.
They haven't seen you in years.
-We're happy.
Look, I know you've been used to getting things your own way,
Colette, but I'm the dad.
Once I get full custody, I'm going to be live with them,
so you might as well get used to it sooner rather than later.
-Do you really think it's going to be that easy?
Okay, when, exactly, are you going to
tell them where you've been for the last few years?
You're going to do it in front of the judge?
-And you think it would have been better
if that's the first thing I tell them?
Or is that what you wanted,
for them to be upset with me?
Turn them against me, you get full custody,
and then you carry on living here rent-free in Dublin.
-Are you *** serious?
Do you think I care about this house?
Or is that what you care about?
I haven't even thought about the house.
I'm doing this because of Stacey, because it's what she wanted.
She wanted me to be their guardian,
and be responsible for them.
-Yeah, well, Stacey's not here anymore, Colette.
Now, I'm gutted about it, but she's gone.
Now, I'm the dad, and I have to do what I think is right.
End of story.
-Hey. Hey.
I need to talk to you about tonight.
-Did you tell my dad? -No.
I want to talk to you first.
-Commence the lecture.
-I don't want to lecture you.
I want to talk to you.
I'm worried about you.
-You don't need to worry.
I'm fine, okay?
Liam's full of ***
Just couldn't keep his mouth shut.
-It's not Liam's fault.
He's your brother. He cares about you.
-Whatever. -Cara, this is drugs, all right?
This is serious. It's not funny.
-"Drugs." -You could get a record.
You could ruin your whole life.
-Oh, my God. I'm not taking them, okay?
I'm not. I'm not a junkie.
I'm just minding them. -Well, tell that to a judge.
See what he says.
Do you know how many times they've had that?
"I'm just minding them." They don't care.
-Are you going to arrest me?
Arrest me, then. Go for it.
-No, I'm not going to arrest you.
Then leave me alone.
-Look, I want you to promise me
that you're not going to see Russ anymore.
-Of course I'm going to *** see him.
He's my boyfriend. -Not anymore, he's not.
-What?
-I don't want you anywhere near him.
I know you think he cares about you.
-He does care about me.
You don't *** trust me. You don't *** get it.
-Oh, God, Cara, come on. You don't get it.
Listen, this isn't a request.
This is what's going to happen, all right?
-Or what?
-If he loved you, do you really think
he'd have you dealing his drugs for him?
I mean, use your *** brain.
-Get the *** out of my room!
-Cara's pretty pissed, huh?
-Did you hear that?
-I think they heard it in Galway.
Cara can really hold a grudge, you know.
-Like your mom.
-Not that she seems to mind
that Dad missed Mom's funeral, though.
-Are you alright?
It must've been a bit of a shock.
-I mean, I was only 10 when he left.
And he wasn't around much before that.
-You don't have to see him if you don't want to.
If you need more time, it's fine.
-I know.
I mean...
I do want to see him.
It's weird.
But he is my dad, you know?
-Yeah. I do know.
-[Indistinct], it's mom.
you have to take your sister to Debbie's, all right?
I've arranged it.
Take a £20 from me. Go for a takeaway.
I just need to sort something out.
Listen, your sister, she might --
she might say something that'll get her upset.
You'll need to look after her.
Don't worry. Cara hasn't done anything wrong.
She's not in trouble.
I love you.
I just need to sort something out.
-Hi. You've reached Debbie's phone.
Please leave your name and number,
and I'll get back to you as soon as possible.
-Cara, wait.
I need to talk to you about your mom.
I need help figuring out this last number she called.
-Have you changed your mind about Russ?
-No. I haven't.
-Well, then, there's nothing to talk about.
-Hello. Dublin Women's Crisis Center.
This is Sinead. How can I help?
Hello?
Hello? Are you there?
-Hello. -Hello.
I'd like to talk to someone about Stacey Lockley.
She called here a few times.
-I'm sorry, but all our records was a confidential.
-Yeah, I understand, but...
The center was the second to last number
Stacey called that night.
-How did she die?
-Well, it's been ruled as a suicide.
-Oh, my God.
She called a few times, but...
I never would have thought she was a suicide risk.
-Can you tell me why she was calling?
-She was worried.
Custody issues, mainly,
the kids, what might happen to them.
-And was she worried about...
Niall, was it?
-No.
It was Eoin.
-Did she think he was a danger to her, or to the kids?
-Not exactly.
There was nothing concrete.
She wanted to be prepared, I think,
reading between the lines.
He was a forceful personality, difficult to stand up to.
-The last call the night she died,
did she mention Eoin?
-No. Not specifically.
But she made an appointment to come in the next day.
She didn't think she had anyone she could trust.
So, we were going to help her if we could.
But she never showed.
-Yeah?
-I've been tracing Stacey's last phone calls.
I just talked to someone at a women's crisis center.
Apparently, Stacey called them a few times.
She was afraid of Eoin.
She was trying to get away from him.
-Jesus.
-Yeah, I know.
-All right, guys, I've got an attempted robbery
of a truck down at the Docklands.
Security guard called it in.
The driver crashed while trying to get away.
He was injured at the scene.
The other suspect is still at large, and may be armed.
-Is that the driver? -It was.
-So, what did you hit him with? -This.
-Got it. Wilson and Cunningham.
Yeah. Local. Yeah, they called it in.
-So, where'd the other guy go? -He did a runner.
-They picked a good place for it, didn't they?
No CCTV, narrow lanes coming away from the warehouses.
Nothing to stop the lorry.
-Yeah, but I don't think they were expecting
security on board. -You all right?
-Yeah. I'll be grand.
-Do they always have a guard on the lorries?
-It's a new procedure the last couple of weeks.
Some of the smaller lorries have been held up,
so didn't want to risk this lorry, you know --
not with a much bigger load.
-What are you transporting? -Pharmaceuticals.
-We need to call Organized Crime.
We'll have to take you down to the station,
get a statement. -No problem.
-Has the suspect been cleared yet?
-I can't give them to you yet. He hit his head pretty badly.
Needs to get a scan at St. Peter's.
-Is it all right if I ride with you?
-Sure.
-Guard? -Yeah.
-I have the personal belongings you asked for.
-Thank you.
-When did Eoin Molony give you this?
Usually, he has one of his girlfriends
register the lock-ups, so he can keep his hands clean.
Was he using you the same way?
You were meant to take the drugs from the lorry
to the storage locker, isn't that right?
James...
...what do you know about Stacey Lockley?
-My client won't be answering any questions.
-I take it Eoin sent you.
You represented him when he made a complaint about me.
-I'm here for my client, Mr. Orman, right now.
And he won't be speaking any further.
-Yeah.
-We have to stop meeting like this.
-Sorry.
It's part of a whole bigger thing.
[Indistinct] for weeks.
[Indistinct] overreach with this latest robbery.
[Indistinct] not going to be happy about this.
-Yeah.
-We think he's gone underground.
-James Orman's personal belongings.
He's staying overnight at St Peter's for observation.
-Thank you.
-James is working for Eoin.
He sent his pet lawyer, Isobel Quigley, to the hospital.
James had a loose key on him.
I'd put money on it being for a storage like this.
There' one just like it in Stacey's bag in my boot.
When I found out where the storage locker was,
it was empty,
but Eoin Molony was waiting outside.
-Well, you didn't -- you didn't take the key, did you?
-No.
But I took a picture.
-Okay. Send it to me. I'll do some digging.
-Don't be getting yourself in trouble.
-Colette.
Colette.
-Sorry. I was miles away.
-Pub?
-Yeah. Why not?
You buying? -No.
You have the cash, don't you?
Also, I have a question for you.
-Oh, yeah? -Yeah.
How many tattoos have you got?
-Jesus, you don't miss a beat. -No, I don't.
-When did you spot that?
-My first day of work.
-Impressive. -Yeah.
-Right. I have three tattoos.
I've got a beautiful piece of artwork
here on my left shoulder,
which is covering up a really *** piece of artwork.
-I've got my son's name, [Indistinct], on my left arm.
-That's a lovely name.
I didn't know you had a son.
-Yeah.
I don't see him often, but...
-Yeah.
How's all your gang doing?
-Liam...
he's got the weight of the world on his shoulders, you know?
And Cara has a boyfriend, and he is a piece of work.
-Right. Bad news?
-Yeah, he's seriously bad news.
Of course I don't understand.
-Like we were never teenagers.
-Exactly. -Do you think she'll see sense?
-Yeah, maybe, but now their dad's shown up.
You know, he just wants to be their friend, not the parent.
It really pisses me off, actually.
-Suppose you've been through this before with Stacey.
You must have some tricks up your sleeve.
-When I had Stacey, I was really young.
Pretty much messed up everything.
But Cara, she so like her, you know?
She's -- Not just the looks, but, like, everything.
Jesus, she's moody.
I'm rabbiting on.
And you're drinking *** Coke.
-It's good to have a rabbit sometimes.
-So, where's your other tattoo?
-Oh, no.
Really? -Is it hidden?
Well, let's just say
you probably wouldn't see it if I was wearing me swim trunks.
I was very young, and very stupid,
and trying to impress a girl.
-Did it work?
-Not that girl, no.
-[ Laughs ] Yeah.
Cara?
Liam?
Are you home?
Is anyone here?
-Leave me alone.
-What's going on?
-Excuse me.
Bye, love. -Love you, Dad.
-I love you, too. -I'll see you soon, yeah.
-You will, yeah.
-Take care, yeah? -You, too, yeah.
I need to talk to Liam. He's being ridiculous.
-Debbie. -Hey, Colette.
-Can you give us a minute?
-Sure. -No, you can stay, love.
-We talked about this.
You can't just take the kids without telling me.
I was worried. -What's the problem?
Cara said she left a note.
It's a school night, Niall.
It's past 12:00.
-One late night won't kill them.
-I don't know. She's right.
We should have had them back earlier, Colette.
We just got a bit carried away.
We lost track of time.
-Yeah. Alright. Fair enough.
I won't keep them so late again.
I just...
I wanted them to meet Debbie.
-They know Debbie.
-Meet her as...
my girlfriend, I mean.
And I wanted to meet their boyfriends, too.
-Ross was there?
-Of course he was, yeah. Kevin, too.
-Niall, Ross isn't a good influence on Cara.
-I know. Cara told me that you don't like him.
Look, you do know that the more you tell her she can't see him,
the more she's going to want to.
Besides, I mean, he seems like a good kid.
-Did she tell you why I don't think he's a good kid?
-No. Not yet.
But I'm sure she will when she's ready.
Look, me and the kids, we made a promise.
No more secrets.
I just -- I just -- You were right.
-What do you mean?
I wanted to lay all the cards on the table,
so I tell them about...
Debbie, and...
about prison,
and about how I want to be part of their lives.
-You laid all that on them in one night?
Are you serious?
No wonder Liam's upset.
-He's sensitive.
He just needs it to sink in. he'll be fine.
-No. He's just a kid. -He's old enough.
They both are. That's what I was telling them.
They're old enough to decide who they want to live with.
What, do you just not think they deserve a say in that?
How happy are you making them?
Come on, Debs. It's late.
-I'll be there in a minute.
I know this must be a bit of a surprise.
Look, Niall was always my friend, as well as Stacey.
-Listen, Debbie, you don't have to justify anything to me.
You're right. -I'm not trying to.
He's always loved his kids.
That's all I wanted to say.
Goodnight, Colette.
-Thanks for breakfast.
-You're welcome.
Get some toast.
So, you sleep all right?
-Yeah. -That's good.
-How about yourself?
-Yeah. All right. How about you, Liam?
-Yeah.
-I know your dad dropped a big bombshell on us last night.
-Yeah.
Did you know?
-About prison, yeah.
I just found out recently.
I was waiting for a quiet minute to tell you guys.
But there hasn't been one, has there?
-No.
About Debbie, no. Not a clue.
-I still can't believe he's seeing her.
-This again. What's your problem, Liam?
-It's weird. She's Mum's best friend.
It's weird you don't think it's weird.
-It's not weird. You've always liked Debbie.
Is it such a big surprise that Dad likes her, too?
-It's a big surprise that he's been messing around with Debbie
instead of seeing us these last weeks.
-Come on, guys.
-No, you know what let's talk about how
he's a liar, and a criminal.
-Criminal? Grow up, Liam. He explained.
You' were just a little kid back then.
He didn't want to upset you.
-He hit someone so hard they had to go into surgery.
-It was an accident.
It's not like he just punched them out of nowhere.
They got in a fight.
You've gotten in fights yourself, remember?
-So, what, he just gets to come back here, after years,
like nothing happened? -No.
He comes back because Mum killed herself.
He's our Dad.
He's the only parent we have.
You only like it with Dad
because he lets you see Ross, and Colette won't.
-I can't believe you. Thanks for breakfast.
-Cara. Cara, come back, please.
Come back.
-I hoped that will go a little bit better than it did.
-Have you lost your phone, or something?
We were trying to call using the direct line.
I've got a lot going on.
What's up?
-I found out who registered the key.
Her name is Orla Quinn, lives in Rialto.
Turns out, she works for the drug supply company
the was targeted yesterday.
-I recognize her.
That's Eoin Molony's new girlfriend.
I saw them together a few weeks ago.
Right. Well, let's go.
Hi. Does Orla Quinn live here?
-Who's asking?
-Detectives Wilson and Cunningham.
-You called the guards? -No. I didn't, Orla.
-She didn't call the guards.
But I think it might be a good idea if you let us come in.
Orla, who did this to you?
-Her bloody boyfriend --
ex-boyfriend, now, if she has any sense,
-Leave it alone.
-Did Eoin do this to you?
Eoin Molony?
We want to help you, all right.
What did you do?
-I came home early,
and he was here getting some stuff -- clothes, money.
He was out of his mind.
Just furious.
He started screaming at me, hitting me.
I want to forget about it.
I don't ever want to talk about him again.
That's all.
-We're going to protect you, all right?
But you need to tell us a few things.
Can you do that, Orla?
Listen, Did Eoin talk to you
about your work at Landrigan Pharma?
-Oh, God.
You already know?
-How did he get the delivery schedules?
-I didn't give them to him.
I don't know.
He must have -- He must stolen them somehow.
If he knows that I'm talking to you, he'll kill me.
-We won't let that happen. You need to believe me.
We're not going to let that happen.
All right?
You just need to try and remember everything
that he said to you tonight.
Is there anything you can remember?
-For God's sake, Orla, they're trying to help you.
-He just...
He just was screaming at me about his head-up,
yelling about the Donnellys, that they'd kill him,
that he had to get away.
He just kept at it, hitting me, and choking me.
I think...
I think if my sister hadn't called --
-Did Eoin say anything about what he was going to do next,
or where he was going to go?
-I don't know.
He just said that he had to get away.
I hope he never comes back.
-This is what Eoin Molony does.
He manipulates women.
You weren't to know. -No, but she told me.
She warned me.
-Who?
-His ex -- Stacey something.
I just -- I thought that she was a crazy ex.
-And what did she say?
-She called me a few weeks back,
and told me that he was bad news,
but I didn't believe her.
I'm such an idiot.
-Colette.
Colette?
-Sorry.
-You've been staring at that screen
for the past half an hour.
-Yeah, I know.
I can't stop thinking about seeing Orla today.
Did Stacey feel like that?
Did he hit her, too?
-Maybe it's time to take this to Organized Crime.
-No, not yet.
We don't have enough to make a case.
-Yeah, but Colette -- -Siobhán.
I want to see him in court more than anyone,
but we need the full picture.
-Because you need to know.
-Yeah, because I need to know.
-How did I know I'd find you sulking out here?
So predictable.
-I'm not sulking.
-Yeah? Could have fooled me.
I don't want to fight with you, Liam.
Not about this.
You have to know that I'm going to choose Dad.
And I hope you will, too.
'Cause I'd miss you,
if you were off living somewhere with Colette.
I mean that, Liam.
-Hiya.
I am looking for Ross Corby.
-Funny, so am I. -Oh, yeah?
-Yeah. He called off half an hour ago.
Some urgent family matter.
Bunch of *** if you ask me.
-You couldn't give me his address, by any chance,
could you?
-No. I couldn't.
What do you want it for?
-I can't talk about an active investigation.
I'm sure you understand.
-Sorry, guard.
I didn't realize.
Give us a minute, and I'll rustle it up.
-Great.
-Here you are.
-That machine.
The sound. -Blast from the past, right?
-Right.
I haven't seen one of them in 30 years.
They making a comeback? -Oh, no, no.
I picked it up at auction.
AS far as I know, I've got the only one in Dublin.
-Thanks.
Appreciate it.
-Hello?
Who is this?
Hello?