What's the jury gonna think when they look at you?
Why should anyone love you when you're lower than shit?
Been thinking. We should team up again.
- I've got a partner. - [ BOTH CHUCKLING ]
CASSIE: You know things about me no one else knows.
Not even Sam.
I think a lot of you. Like, a lot.
I have oyster sauce dripping down my chin.
What you should be thinking is,
"Where's the escape route?" [ LAUGHING ]
ANSWERING MACHINE: Thank you for calling the Garda line
in regard to our investigation into the murder of Katy Devlin.
[ GUN COCKING ]
CASSIE: Do you know who I thought you were?
Someone sent by that plastic gangster Johnstone?
Are you still in touch with Cathal Mills and Shane Waters?
What?
Help me, please.
- [ CELL PHONE RINGING ] - CASSIE: Sam.
FRANK: Get up and get dressed.
Cassie, don't.
Are we okay?
We're always okay, Cass.
Always.
[ WIND BLOWING ]
[ HIT ME WITH YOUR RHYTHM STICK PLAYING OVER CAR RADIO ]
MAN AND WOMAN: ♪ Hit me slowly, hit me quick ♪
♪ Hit me, hit me
[ TIRES SCREECHING ]
- [ LOUD CRASH ] - [ GIRL SCREAMING ]
[ CAR DOOR RATTLING ]
[ CAR DOOR OPENS ]
[ SHUDDERING ]
Mummy?
Daddy?
- Mummy? Daddy? - They're dead.
But you've got me, Cassie.
My name is Lexie.
[ POLICE SIREN WAILING DISTANTLY ]
Okay, Maddox, this pretty boy is the target.
Vincent Johnstone.
Runs narcotics,
guns, people, launders money.
Busy boy and a grade-A shit.
You'll be an undergraduate at Trinity
where a sizeable amount of his product is bought.
You deal a bit.
Incidents will be arranged to make sure he notices you.
Work your way up the greasy palms of his confidence.
What do I get out of this?
You get job satisfaction.
I want to work murder.
I do for you, you do for me.
If I get the job right.
If you stay alive.
[ CHUCKLES ]
Now you've had time to prep your undercover identity.
Who's she gonna be?
Her name is Alexandra, but she never calls herself that.
She calls herself Lexie.
[ THEME MUSIC PLAYING ]
[ CROWS CAWING ]
FRANK: Taken from her pocket.
Student card identifies her as Alexandra Mangan.
Garda there says her friends called her Lexie.
COOPER: It's quite remarkable really.
The similarity. [ GRUNTS ]
You don't have a twin?
CASSIE: No, it's just me.
COOPER: Well, still.
Open.
She's been dead for five or six hours.
I'll be more precise when I've got her liver.
You can get shod of those paramedics.
They're no good to her.
Yeah. Are you sure she's dead?
I mean, perhaps there's the faintest pulse
that anyone else would miss,
but you, a professional, you wouldn't miss that.
Is this a joke?
Faintest sign of life?
Why would I pretend she's alive?
Or how would you explain the being cold and stiff?
Hmm? The fact that she's essentially a corpse.
- Hypothermia? - Uh...
She goes into shock from blood loss. The body shuts down.
I don't know, Cooper. You're the expert. Make something up.
Every single ethical and moral consideration, Mackey.
- That's one of my operatives. - No, she is not.
All right, an unknown woman
adopting the identity of one of my operatives
and pretty much her spitting image,
is murdered with a single stab wound to the heart.
Exactly the same wound Maddox got,
so shall we assume they're connected?
Shall we assume there's a strong chance
that's Johnstone's been issuing orders
from a burner phone shoved up his arse,
and it's better for us if this one here,
this one is still clinging on.
Buys me some time, hmm?
And rattles the cage of the beast, as it were.
Signs of life, Cooper.
Get the paramedics in there fast and I'll brace them up.
You're doing the paperwork on this one, you hear me?
Yeah.
Holy mother of God and all the saints. It's a miracle.
[ LAUGHS ]
Well, take yourself off for a moment.
Let's not confuse the nice medics, okay?
What sort of boyfriend are you, O'Neill?
Go with her. She looks shaky.
[ CELL PHONE RINGING ]
Yeah?
I'm in your flat.
Came to wake you up with coffee, like you asked.
Where are you?
Wicklow. A kill.
- Male or female? - CASSIE: Female.
It's nothing to do with Katy Devlin.
It's-it's on the route for the motorway,
but it's a different M.O.
Victim's older.
I think it's to do with Johnstone.
To do with me.
I think he's killed the wrong woman.
She's got my name, Rob. Lexie's name, I mean.
She looks just like me.
Wait there, I'm coming.
Forget Cathal Mills. I'm coming to you now.
Sam's here. I'm all right. Sam's here with me.
Now I'd feel a lot better about things
if I knew you were jumping all over Cathal Mills.
I'll talk to you later. I've got to go.
[ CELL PHONE BEEPS ]
Sam, we're at work.
[ SIREN BLARING ]
O'NEILL: How does Mackey think he's gonna get away
with pretending she's alive?
You let me worry about that.
You know the house she lives in, right? Whitethorn House.
You knew where she lived?
I went to talk to the owner
to see if they've been asked about selling the land.
- Did you see her? - of course, I didn't.
I didn't see anyone.
Well, they're all students so
they'll all still be in their pits.
You wake 'em up. You tell 'em what's happened.
You tell 'em she's gone for emergency surgery.
You take statements, search her room.
I want her laptop, and I want her phone.
You find out who she is and who she's been talking to
and if there's any connection to Johnstone.
I just want to get this very clear.
Their friend's murdered,
and you want me to tell 'em that she's okay?
Well, not okay.
Hanging on by a thread.
You wanna trap some asshole in a jail cell, that's one thing.
I'm not lying to a bunch of kids.
Detective O'Neill, someone in
this village identified this girl,
which means she and her little chums
have all been watched and they're
probably still being watched.
So until we've seen Vincent Johnstone,
she remains in the land of the living.
There's others know she's dead.
The old fellow with the dog who found her.
No, he saw her from the doorway. He didn't come in.
The Gardai out there who called
her in dead. I called her in dead.
Well, you're part of the charmed circle, now, Sammy boy.
And as for the Gardai, I'll just swing my big dick around
and they'll do as they're told.
What if I don't do as I'm told, huh?
What if I don't give a fuck about your big swinging dick?
Christ sake's, Sam, will you just do it?
Please.
We just need time.
Bit of a desk, isn't he, with proper procedures.
What's he doing with you?
[ CHUCKLES ]
All right, I'll go have a meaningful
slightly threatening conversation
with the uniforms out there.
We'll wait for forensics and then you and me
can pop in on our boy Johnstone, okay?
AUTOMATED VOICE: Doors opening.
Police. Cathal Mills?
RECEPTIONIST: Fourth room down the end.
Thank you.
MAN: Yeah, I'm just looking at that now.
[ INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Twenty-four/seven looking after your needs.
And when I say you, I don't mean you as a group.
I don't see you as a homogenized entity.
I see you, each and every one of you individually.
Cathal Mills?
I'm Detective Robert Reilly.
I'm investigating the murder of Katherine Devlin.
I need you to answer some questions.
Get them more coffees and keep them here.
This'll only take a few minutes.
You better have a bloody good reason
for marching up in my place of business.
You've been away a long time
with only that little suitcase.
I have a flat in Berlin.
I do a lot of business there.
I only need my laptop and a few bits.
I have everything I need there.
You left very soon after Katy's murder.
I had business to attend to.
You didn't get in touch with your
friend Jonathan, offer condolences?
We were friends a long time ago.
I would have thought you'd have sent a card at least
even if you'd fallen out with Jonathan.
And who said we'd fallen out?
We just grew apart like people do.
Did you know Katherine Devlin?
No.
Well, you knew her mother Margaret.
By sight.
Well, a bit more than just sight. I mean...
It's her testimony and her testimony alone
that places you and Jonathan and Shane Waters at the cinema
the night of Peter Savage and Jamie Rowan's disappearances.
Well, by sight would do it, wouldn't it?
I knew her by sight.
She saw us. It's not that hard.
Were you at the cinema that night?
Yes.
And why are you asking me about this?
I thought this was about Katy Devlin.
Well, this is about Knocknaree,
and your involvement with the events of 1985.
I wasn't involved.
Oh, you were questioned three times.
You and Shane and Jonathan, three times.
That's because those detectives
wanted to look busy like they were doing something.
Where would I find Shane?
No, idea. Hospital, prison.
Most likely he's lying dead somewhere
with a needle hanging out of his dick.
No, he isn't any of those.
I've checked.
And I've gone through all unidentified street deaths, too.
I'm like that.
Thorough.
I haven't seen him since I left out of this shite hole.
Are we done here?
Keep yourself fit.
You've got a tracksuit?
What?
Your laptop, Mr. Mills,
that you take everywhere with you.
If I was to get a warrant and seize it as evidence,
what would I find on it?
Firstly, evidence of what?
And secondly, work, you'd find my work.
What about pornography?
Do you have pornography on your laptop, Mr. Mills?
- Yes, and... - Hmm, what sort?
Ordinary. The usual.
What most men look at when they're cracking one out
at the end of a long day, you know.
Let's pretend I don't. What sort?
Big shaved dykes fisting arrogant Brits
- until they scream. - Hmm. Niche.
Shaved. So they look like children.
Do you have obscene images of
children on your laptop, Mr. Mills?
Underage girls? Jailbait?
Get the fuck out of my office.
Please don't use bad language, Mr. Mills.
It belittles us both.
I know you don't have a single thing on me.
If you did, you'd have a warrant,
but you've got nothing.
I'll be phoning my lawyer about this.
Well, I hope your lawyer has
advised you to stay in the country.
Going back to Berlin looks like you've got something to hide.
He goes anywhere other than his home address, call me.
Will do, Detective.
Someone else saw the same man I did?
The one in the tracksuit?
Here? Somebody from Knocknaree?
Well, I can't tell you that, can I, Mr. Donnelly?
We've just got some more faces for you to look at,
throwing the net wider.
DAMIEN: You forget to put the bins out?
Uh, for Detective Reilly.
He said he wanted to see everything we found,
it's not what we're looking for.
Hey, how many are there?
The faces? The men I've got to look at?
I'm not gonna lie to you.
There's hundreds of the twisted fecks,
So we better get a rakin' on.
[ CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING ]
[ GATE ALARM BEEPING ]
[ INDISTINCT CHATTER]
OFFICER: They're clear.
[ INDISTINCT CHATTER]
I wanna see him on my own.
Fair enough.
[ EXHALES ]
What do you want? Come to gloat?
You know what the worst thing is?
I actually liked you.
I really liked you.
You sly little bitch.
It's nothing to do with him.
I'm sorry. I don't recognize the man I saw.
You all right there, Damien?
It's just...
Looking at them,
just knowing what they do.
Damien, this is our main line of inquiry into who murdered Katy.
I wouldn't be asking you to do this
if it wasn't so important.
Yeah.
[ EXHALES ]
Let him have a break,
a proper one. Fresh air outside.
Chat to him about football or something.
Football?
Films, whatever he likes. I don't care.
Take his mind off it and the first face
you show him when he's back is this.
- Reilly, walk. - Yes, sir.
O'KELLY: Had a complaint about you.
Cathal Mills' lawyers? I'd expect you to.
Unprofessional. Intimidatory.
This is my "Don't piss me off" face.
Cathal Mills likes underage girls.
Where's this come from?
A tip.
They don't want to be identified
but Jamie Rowan, 13.
Katy Devlin 13, Margaret Devlin, 14,
when she claimed to have seen the boys at the cinema.
And we assumed that just because she married Jonathan Devlin
that he'd influenced her, but...
Could be Mills.
Simone Cameron's known the family a long time.
I'm gonna talk to her about Margaret Devlin.
Oh, I love this bit.
Huh? When you get the smell of them in your nostrils.
When the hunt is on.
Makes the blood rage.
You've spoken to Maddox, you know what's going on?
The dead woman's been using her undercover identity.
What a cockup.
I wouldn't expect anything better
from that streak of piss, Mackey.
He is not gonna screw up this investigation.
Maddox will be back with us before this afternoon.
Work.
Time of death between 1:00 and 1:30 a.m..
The weapon is a blade
about eight inches long and an inch in depth.
The wound is similar to the one sustained by Maddox.
But where Maddox got lucky,
when the blade snagged on her
ribs and missed the aortic artery,
this blade did not snag.
Aortic artery severed.
There's no match to DNA taken from Maddox.
Blood type, 0 Rhesus negative. Tox screen, negative.
No alcohol, no drugs, no fillings.
No sign of orthodontistry.
Some staining from wine, coffee, cigarettes.
No criminal record.
Fingerprints came up with nothing.
No surgical intervention, so no medical history,
but there is a kicker.
He has to know.
Fuck my bits.
Could we cover her up? [ CLEARS THROAT]
What the hell you doing here, O'Neill?
He was at the scene.
No, he's working my case. Not yours.
My case and your case might be connected.
No, this is down to that bastard psycho.
CASSIE: No, it's not.
We're still trying to make a connection to Johnstone.
You're wasting your time. I told you it's not him.
What did her housemates say?
They're beside themselves.
- They want to see her. - Well, they can't.
- May I continue? - What was she?
Student, English faculty at Trinity.
Oh, God.
[ LAUGHS ] Oh, dear me.
You've really been caught out, haven't ya?
Aren't you supposed to keep alerts open?
Yeah, I do.
Well, then how did this happen?
How did she sneak right in under your nose?
I'll say this nice and slow,
because we all know you still work
your computer with a foot pedal.
But university registrations are closed systems.
Tuition had all been paid for. This could happen easily.
There she is, our Jane Doe,
farting about Dublin.
She bumps into an old tutor or some other student
that knew Maddox back then, and it's all...
"My God, Lexie, you're back. I can't believe it.
"Heard your parents put you in rehab in Arizona."
Someone sharp, smart,
they can put together a whole new
identity just by nodding and smiling
while people tell you who you are.
Are youse all on Ketamine?
Am I the only one seeing this?
This is not some straightforward identity theft
from some random Jane Doe.
Look at them, will ya, for Christ sake,
with your actual eyes.
They could be twins.
Going a bit red in the face there, Brian.
Careful you don't have a stroke.
Don't you "Brian" me, you arsehole.
When you two are quite finished
banging your little mugs on the table,
I would like to continue.
Right, so the kicker.
There's a fetus.
She was three months pregnant.
[ DOOR OPENS ]
WOMAN: Thanks for coming over, Father.
I appreciate it.
I need to speak to FatherAnthony, Cassandra.
So you go to your bedroom and have a little read of your book.
FATHER ANTHONY: How's the child coping?
WOMAN: Not very well.
She worries me.
LEXIE: They're talking about us.
I know.
I reckon they just want to get us out of the way,
so they can sit there and then they put it all on show.
Their big old bones and their cabbagey frontey bits.
[ SHUSHES ] Lexie.
"Je t'adore..."
"...ich liebe dich."
[ CELL PHONE ALARM RINGING ]
You're not pregnant. Get a grip, get a grip.
Get a grip.
[ DOORBELL RINGS ]
Change of plan.
I've been doing some research.
I want you to be Lexie for a few hours,
so her housemates come to see her.
Can you stop that, Rafe?
[ TAPPING STOPS ]
O'NEILL: Detective Mackey,
these are Alexandra Mangan's housemates.
This is Daniel March, Rafael Lahiri,
Abigail Stone, and Justin Mannering.
Thank you, Detective O'Neill, I can take it from here.
She's, uh... She's still with us, but she's critical.
Next few days will be crucial.
[ EKG MONITOR BEEPING ]
Is she gonna make it?
Well, where there's life, as my mum used to say.
We really need to find her family.
She doesn't have one.
We're her family.
She must have people, you're her friends.
She must have talked about her people.
I don't know. You talk to your friends, Detective?
I don't feel comfortable pushing mine
on subjects that they find distressing.
We're her people.
[ SNIFFLES ]
Jesus, that was weird.
Let me tell you something about Daniel March.
When he was 17, he nearly killed a boy.
Another pupil at his exclusive boarding school,
nearly killed him.
It was hushed up. Fuck knows how much it cost his parents.
Then he was shipped off to some even more exclusive school,
prison, really, with Latin and Greek.
He inherits Whitethorn House from an uncle.
And he makes those three and our
girl Lexie joint owners with him.
All five of them own that house.
So now you agree with me?
It's nothing to do with Johnstone.
Can Lexie die now?
Don't even think about it.
I think...
I think Lexie should get better
and go back home to her friends.
Take a while, of course, an injury like that.
You'll have plenty of time to prep.
I'm working a murder case, Frank.
Katy Devlin, remember?
You've gone all desk on me, Cass.
All normal and ordinary and safe.
So desk, it makes me sad.
- I'm not undercover anymore. - Yeah, of course, you are.
With your boyfriend,
your little routines, and dinners out and dinners in,
going to films,
trips to the pub and walks by the seaside,
your pretend little life.
God, you really have been watching me, haven't you?
Undercover till the last.
It's a good disguise, but...
Rob Reilly's your weak point, Cass.
How does poor Sammy boy not see it?
Come work with me again.
You know you're only happy being someone else.
Lexie is your creation.
Don't you wanna know who killed her?
I have to go.
Cooking Thai green curry for my boyfriend tonight.
From scratch.
Then I'm gonna throw him on the bed.
Enjoy your microwave burger and your lonely wank.
[ MUSIC PLAYING OVER HEADPHONES ]
Detective Reilly.
I was looking for Miss Cameron.
She's not here.
I mean, that's obvious, isn't it?
Sorry.
How are you doing, Rosalind?
Terrible.
Really terrible.
Why didn't Katy tell me she'd been followed?
Why didn't she tell me about this man?
I could have done something.
Why did she keep it to herself?
She probably didn't want to worry you, frighten you.
Why are you here?
I don't mean here right now, but here...
In Ireland.
My dad's family were from Donegal.
He died and...
Felt the pull, I suppose.
Like me.
I like being here because this is
where I feel close to Katy.
This is where she is.
Rosalind, you have to stop doing this.
Simone doesn't mind,
and I help her.
[ SIGHS ]
Come on.
I don't think it's appropriate for you
to seek out my daughters without my permission.
Rosalind is 18, which makes her an adult.
She doesn't need your permission for anything.
Jessica does.
Yes, but I wasn't actually looking for either of them.
I wanted to ask if anyone here had ever seen
this man hanging around.
Your old friend Cathal Mills.
He landed back in Dublin this morning.
He's not my old friend, so it's got nothing to do with me.
Are you sure?
Because if you wanted to take a moment and think about
and amend any previous statements,
including your statements from 1985,
now would be the time.
Stay away from my daughters.
[ GRUNTS ]
[ GASPING ] No, help me!
[ALL CLAMORING ]
ALANNAH: Please don't!
[ TRAIN WHEELS SCREECHING ]
JONATHAN: What the fuck are you calling me for?
How did you get my number?
Well, you met her before?
Oh, no.
All right, Jesus Christ, all right.
Daddy?
Who was that?
Are your mother and Jessica packed and ready?
Nearly.
Are you staying with us?
I'm dropping you off, I'm coming back.
So I have to look after them both on my own
in a static caravan with a tiny cooker
and no proper bathroom?
Rosalind, just go and finish packing, yeah.
Just tell me why we're going,
I don't understand.
And who was that on the phone?
Do as you are told.
Now!
[ EXHALES ]
[ DOOR OPENS ]
Didn't know him.
Was he sure about it?
Yeah, he didn't know any of them.
I'm gonna send him home. He's a mess.
Fine.
But he comes back tomorrow. And show him that photo again.
We'll get something done with the hair.
Make it look like it's scraped back.
Well, you said yourself he's a mess.
Give him the night off and look at it again tomorrow.
You're the boss.
[ TEENAGERS LAUGHING ]
Jailbait.
JONATHAN: Pervert.
[ WHISPERING ] Go now.
Go now.
[ EXHALES ]
[ FOOD PROCESSOR WHIRRING ]
You can't know for certain that it wasn't Johnstone.
CASSIE: Yes, I can.
He says, "It wasn't me," and you believe him?
He didn't say it, and I just know for certain.
[ FOOD PROCESSOR WHIRRING ]
Can we just get a pizza? It'll be easier.
I'm halfway through now. I might as well carry on.
- They'll find out who she is. - No, they won't.
She doesn't exist. I made her up and here she is.
[ WINE POURING ]
You know, one time I was home
for my cousin's birthday.
I was in the pub with everyone
and this couple come over.
American, and they come to me,
"Oh, my God. You're the image of our friend.
"The image."
So, uh, they show me photos
and yeah, I'm the image of their friend, Trey.
A firefighter in Boston.
[ LAUGHS ] Me doppelganger.
This couple take a photo of me
doing a thumbs up for Trey,
and we all have a glass of whiskey,
wish each other rising road and go on our way.
What I'm saying is...
Everyone is someone.
This girl is someone.
She hasn't just appeared.
Why not?
People disappear all the time,
so why can't the opposite be true?
Why can't people just appear?
She's someone, Cassie, all right.
She smoked.
She drank. She...
She was pregnant.
She existed and they'll find out who she was.
You didn't make her up.
There's always something in your family, isn't there?
- Birthdays, weddings? - [ EXHALES ]
Christenings, first communions?
Every weekend there's something to celebrate.
[ CHUCKLES ] There's a lot.
How do you keep track of it all?
I don't. It's my mum.
Mum keeps track of it all.
And what are you gonna do when she dies?
[ CELL PHONE RINGING ]
Maddox, yep.
MAN: We have an Alannah Shorey,
badly beaten,
and your name has come up.
I've drank too much to drive.
Can you take me to the hospital?
[ DOOR OPENS ]
CASSIE: Alannah Shorey?
Jesus Christ, Alannah.
ALANNAH: It was his family.
Cian's family.
'Cause I grassed them.
They found me 50 you have to move me.
We'll arrest, press charges.
Are you fucking mental?
Do you want me to get killed?
I'm not saying a word against them.
But you have to find me somewhere else to live.
I can't go home, 50 get me somewhere else.
Of course.
I'll do everything, trust me.
We'll find somewhere else for you as soon as we can.
No.
Not as soon as you can.
Now.
Or I'll tell.
I will.
I'll tell how you let Detective Reilly say
that I was lower than shit so that I'd grass.
I know you heard him.
I know you let him say that to me,
so I don't trust you.
I don't trust you until I'm in my new place
so you'll get me it.
Now.
I'll make some calls.
[ DOOR OPENS ]
[ DOOR CLOSES ]
[ INHALES, SHUDDERS ]
CASSIE: Okay.
Great.
Cheers.
Okay, emergency accommodation in a few days,
and she'll be here until then.
O'NEILL: You let him do that?
Rob?
To her?
A man was killed. We got a result.
You let a privately-educated, privileged Englishman
tell an Irish girl like that with nothing,
with no privilege, that she was shit?
I don't fucking care if his granny
was born in some shed out west,
he's still English telling her that she's shit.
You can't see what's wrong with that?
Always the politics.
The politics and the dirty past.
Grow up.
- You got money on you? - Yeah, why?
Get a cab home.
The reason I know that girl's murder
had nothing to do with Johnstone
is because I used to fuck him.
For a year. His girlfriend. His piece of wild posh,
do anything.
You get to really know a man when he's inside you.
You get to know his tell.
Quite enjoyed it, if 'm honest.
Anyway, sleep tight.
[ SIGHS ]
[ CAR STARTS ]
[ SIGHS ]
Lexie did it.
[ EKG MONITOR BEEPING STEADILY ]
[ FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING ]
They sliced her hair off, Rob.
She lost two teeth.
Our witness.
Thank Christ, the baby's okay.
ROB: We'll relocate her.
CASSIE: Yeah, we'd better.
It's been such a shit day.
And about that girl calling herself Lexie. Are you safe?
Safe as I'm ever gonna be.
I've stepped away from it all.
Frank's mess. He can clear it up.
Such a shit day.
Hey.
[ STUTTERS ] I told Sam about me and Johnstone.
- Cass... - Yeah.
- Why would you do that? - To shock him.
To see his little fanboy face crease up.
Because I was angry.
Because today's been really, really shit.
[ CELL PHONE RINGING ]
Phelan.
PHELAN: He's driving. Not going home.
On my way.
Cathal Mills is on the move.
Wanna see where he's going?
PHELAN: There's a junction coming up.
He's going straight ahead.
ROB: Take the junction. We've got him from here.
Good work, Phelan.
PHELAN: Oh, anytime, Detective. No worries.
Exploiting his man crush.
Yeah, fine, I'm exploiting his man crush.
So what? [ CASSIE LAUGHS ]
ROB: Cathal Mills is going to Knocknaree.
That's where he's going.
- What have you been saying? - About what?
About that fucking night.
Told them we were at the cinema.
CATHAL: What about Sandra?
Not that anyone's gonna believe
a word out of her slag mouth.
My daughter was murdered, Cathal.
My baby was suffocated to death.
Shane. Have you seen him?
No.
It's him painting all that bullshit
all over the place, you know that.
Yeah? It's him. He's off his tits.
He's been following me around.
Going on about raising darkness.
I've been paying the shit to go away.
I've been dealing with this. You haven't.
Now I've got some prick detective on my case...
[ GRUNTING ]
Come on.
My daughter was killed!
- My daughter! - [ GRUNTS ]
My baby is dead. [ GRUNTS ]
[ GROANING ] There's blood pissing out of my nose.
You broke my nose, you bastard.
Did you think that we were gonna live normal lives?
Did you really think that, Cathal?
That there'd never be a reckoning?
CATHAL: You're as bad as Shane.
You're as bad as him.
He gets in touch with you, you tell me, yeah,
'cause I'll end him.
I'll leave his bones in a ditch. I'll think nothing of it.
I got out of this place. I'm not getting dragged back.
[ BREATHING HEAVILY ]
[ CAR DOOR SHUTS, CAR STARTS ]
[ CAR DRIVES AWAY ]
ROB: We have to find Shane Waters.
He's the key to 1985.
He knows what happened to Jamie and Peter.
We find that out, we find out who killed Katy.
He might know what happened to you.
What are you gonna do about Sam?
Nothing.
It's not like I can explain it anyway.
Not to him. He's not a freak like you.
You understand,
but he wouldn't.
That it was never really me doing all of that, it was Lexie.
She was always the bold girl.
The sort of thing she did.
- [ LOUD THUD ] - What was that?
- [ PULLS HANDBRAKE ] - I don't know.
Wait here for a second.
[ HAZARD LIGHTS TICKING ]
[ HIT ME WITH YOUR RHYTHM STICK PLAYING OVER CAR RADIO ]
CASSIE'S MOTHER: Cassie, it's our favorite.
♪ In the deserts
ALL: [ SINGING ] ♪ ...of Sudan
♪ And the gardens of Japan
♪ From Milan to Yucatan
♪ Every woman, every man
♪ Hit me with your rhythm stick
♪ Hit me! Hit me!
♪ Je t'adore, ich liebe dich
♪ Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!
♪ Hit me with your rhythm stick
♪ Hit me slowly, hit me quick
♪ Hit me! Hit me!
There's a deer.
[ TIRES SCREECHING ]
[ GROANING ]
[ SCREAMING ]
[ CREAKING ]
[ CAR DOOR OPENS ]
[ SHUDDERING ]
Mummy?
Daddy?
[ CREAKING ]
- Mummy? Daddy? - They're dead.
But you've got me.
You've always got me.
Bollocks.
Sorry, mate.
It was nothing.
Whatever it was, we can't have hit it that hard.
Oh, Cass.
[ CRYING ] I'm okay. I'm all right.
I'm all right. [ CRYING ]
[ SEAGULLS SQUAWKING ]
[ SIGHS ]
- MAN 1: Morning, Cassie. - Hey, morning.
- MAN 2: Good morning. - Hi, lads.
QUIGLEY: Guess who's back on hotline duty?
Damien Donnelly cried off.
His mum's having a bad day.
Gotta stay home with her.
Where is Reilly and O'Neill?
Reilly's in a basement doing
something weird to a bag of rubbish.
O'Neill...
ALICIA: You should be looking for Adam.
[ CRYING ] Ask Adam what he did in the woods.
[ FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING ]
[ DOOR OPENS, CLOSES ]
Hey.
- Anything? - [ OBJECT CLATTERS ]
What?
Rob, it's just me.
I knew you'd think it was something.
- [ SIGHS ] - What's happening here?
You were crying, Cass. Crying girls make me hard.
That's it. That's all.
If it makes you feel any better,
you can tell yourself Lexie did it.
[ CHUCKLES ]
Fuck you.
[ SIGHS ]
[ PANTING ]
[ SIGHS ]
Lexie did it.
[ BREATHING SHAKILY ]
There is no Lexie.
There is no Lexie!
There is just you.
I know! I know! I know!
[ DOOR UNLOCKING ]
I'll do it.
I'll be Lexie for you.
[ THEME MUSIC PLAYING ]