Holding (2021–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Episode #1.1 - full transcript
[MAN:] You all right, son?
[SEAGULLS SQUAWKING]
[MAN:] I can't! I can't.
I can't. [WOMAN: ] Help!
I just can't. Somebody!
[PHONE RINGING, BACON SIZZLES]
[TV ON]
[RINGING CONTINUES]
Telephone!
[HE SIGHS, RINGING CONTINUES]
She won't stop ringing!
Well, look, I'll
make that into a roll
and you can take
it with you, right?
[RINGING CONTINUES]
[SIGHS]
Finally!
It's brown.
It is.
Are my customers to be confronted
every day with a brown house?
Well, I suppose.
We have made an
agreement as a village.
Willy could've had a Tuscan
yellow or a duck egg blue!
Not shite brown.
You've made a great
job of it, Stephen.
Thanks a million, Sergeant. Let me
know if the barracks needs doing.
We're meant to be
Colourful Cork!
We're lagging behind
Ballydehob and Schull.
I have maintained my composure,
but this takes the fecking cake.
With respect, this really isn't
a Garda matter, Mrs O'Driscoll.
Oh, busy, were you, Sergeant?
You want a cup of coffee, PJ?
No, thanks a million, Aoife.
I see you, Willy McCarthy! You come
out here and face me, you coward!
It's just not a
crime, Mrs O'Driscoll.
[SHE HUFFS]
[BANGING]
Ah.
You're gonna take
my eye out, Abigail.
Well, will you hold it steady?
I am holding it steady.
That's it. It'd never cross
Evelyn's mind to help!
Maybe she's busy. Don't
bother her, please.
Just because you're terrified
to tell her your news.
No. Abigail, don't.
Don't... Evelyn!
Evelyn!
[PHONE BEEPING]
Evelyn!
[SHE SNORTS]
Evelyn!
Evelyn!
Bollocks.
Right, guys, come on.
All right, come on. We're late.
Not in front of the kids, Mam.
Carmel, take that
bucket off your head.
Do you not want my toast? That
girl doesn't need feeding.
Have as much as you want, love.
One, two, three!
One's a fairy, one's
touched in the head.
Do you want your quizzes on?
I'll watch my Julie Andrews.
I'll fast forward
through the Nazis.
Put on some make up if
you're heading into town.
[EVELYN:] Why aren't
you in school?
Head given you time
off for good behaviour?
I was going to take you for
brunch in Skibb, actually.
Why? Can I not just
take you for brunch?
When have you ever had
brunch? Evelyn, please.
OK, yeah. Brunch'd be
delightful. Thanks.
Why are you being weird?
She's moving to San
Francisco. Ah...
She needs to know.
I was going to
tell you at brunch!
Stop saying fucking "brunch".
How long for? For good.
I meant how long have
you been planning this?
But good to know you're
never coming back (!)
A few months. I'm sorry.
We can't just sit here, the
three of us just rotting away.
Right. There's nothing
keeping you here either, Ev.
Is that an invite?
Nice.
They're finally knocking down the
old Burke house today, Evelyn.
[EXHALES]
I'm going for a swim.
Hi, Garda Collins!
Hi, Cathal. Oh!
Thanks.
Hiya, Carmel. Hi.
I bought her a new bucket.
That's a smashing bucket.
Morning, Mrs Riordan.
Hi, Sergeant.
How's your mother?
Still breathing.
Oh! [HE LAUGHS]
Aye, sure, you're lucky
to still have her.
Mam, we're going to be late!
Go on, you have to
go. Sorry, Sergeant.
Mam, they're calling
the register now!
Oh, you'll be arresting
me for murder (!)
Bye. [HE LAUGHS]
Seat belt, please.
[ENGINE STARTS]
[MACHINERY BEEPING]
All right, lads? I'll just nip in
and have my breakfast, all right?
Yeah. Good man.
[FOOTSTEPS]
What are you doing? I, er...
Are you having a wank,
Sergeant? [MAN OUTSIDE: ] PJ?!
Excuse me. 'PJ!'
Thank you.
'PJ! Come 'ere!'
'PJ!'
We're after finding
something of concern, PJ.
Did you dig through a pipe?
Bones. Cow bones?
Not cow bones! They're human.
[GASPS]
Miss Ross!
Er... Er... OK, er...
Jesus. Er...
Er, right, I, er, need you
to rope off this, er, area
while I go and get something
decent to cover the bones.
Can we keep working?
No, I'm sorry, lad.
I need you to ensure that
absolutely nobody enters this area
until I return with... er
forensics.
Forensics. Excuse me.
[DOOR CLOSES] Ah-ha.
I'd say it's been
there a fair few years.
It would be brilliant if the
coroner could be informed and-and...
Oh! Thanks a million.
Yes, Sergeant Patrick
Joseph Collins.
No time for lunch today,
Mrs Meany! No lunch?
They're sending forensics down.
But I've a beautiful piece
of ham here waiting for you.
Have you seen my notebook? They
found bones, up at the Burke farm.
What class of bones?
Oh... Adult, big skeleton, man,
I'd say, been there a while.
Jesus, Mary and
Holy Saint Joseph.
Wasn't the son the last
one to be up there?
Aye. Tommy. Tommy Burke.
But he hasn't lived round here
for years, 20 years, maybe.
And it was just the one
son? Just the one, yes.
What's he up to now? Well,
how would I know that?
Right, well, I'll have
to track him down.
And, er, see what the forensics
has to say about the body.
Where's that notebook?
Notebook. Oh!
Do you know what
to do for a murder?
Well, we don't know
for sure it's a murder!
Were the bones in a coffin?
Nah. I need to speak to
the rest of the village.
And that Evelyn Ross was
there when we found the body,
up in the old house. And
then there's the bride.
The bride?
Great. The Flinn Brothers
want four espressos, Aoife.
They sound very stressed.
A murder in Duneen!
Never jump to conclusions, that's
what my Padraig used to say.
Of course, it's clear who is either
the killer or the victim here.
Oh! Wasn't he a heartbreaker?
Who are you talking
about?! Tommy Burke.
Oh! Oh! Um...
Do you want to sit
down, Mrs Riordan?
Of course you'll be
shaky, what with the news.
No, no, I'm fine, Mrs
O'Driscoll, thanks.
Have you heard from
Tommy since he left?
No, I haven't.
I'm going to have to charge
you for the wine, I'm afraid.
Yeah, sorry. There you go,
and-and this as well, thanks.
You'll have to excuse
the state of me.
I've come at a bad time?
There's a dead body in
the neighbour's field.
There've been better days.
If Evelyn isn't here,
I'll just head off.
I don't understand
what you want with her.
Well, it's just she
was at the Burkes'
when we found the body. Jesus!
Were they close,
Evelyn and Tommy?
Why? What have
people been saying?
Oh, nothing, nothing,
it's just she was there,
you know, up at the house.
You think my sister had something
to do with this? No, no!
Tommy helped us out around the
farm after our parents passed.
I'm sorry. Real life can be
terrible fucking hard.
Will you not eat, Sergeant?
Oh, no, Mrs Meany's
already fed me.
At least have a slice of
the sourdough, it's decent.
So, it was just a
friendship, Evelyn and Tommy?
Here, I only raised the
girl, she doesn't tell me
who she's sleeping with, if
that's what you're implying.
Tommy was engaged,
anyway. To Brid Riordan?
Poor Brid, standing at the back
of the church in her wedding gown,
waiting for him to
turn up. He never did.
She hasn't been the same
since, God love her.
But she has her family.
And she has the drink.
[VIBRATING AND THE
SWEENEY THEME TUNE PLAYS]
Do you want to get that?
Oh, yes, yes, sorry, sorry.
Sergeant Collins?
Right, right. Calm down, lads.
Yeah, I'm on the way,
I'll be there in a minute.
Thanks a million. Everyone
wants a piece of you now.
Ah! You can take
the bread with you.
No, thank you. You get
back to your cattle.
How are you feeling
about all this?
It's a lot to take in.
People still see
me as a blow-in.
Kind of feel like a
blow-in, wherever I go.
How long have you been here now?
Three years, ten months.
I'd say you have the
benefit over the rest of us.
You've fresh eyes.
You'll be fine.
[BIRDSONG]
[SHE WHISPERS:] Mam? Mam?
[BRID TUTS]
[BRID SIGHS]
[CROCKERY RATTLES]
[SHE BREATHES IN
AND OUT SHAKILY]
They have goat yoga! What?
Shouldn't you be at brunch?
Evelyn stormed off.
Who's doing goat yoga?
A woman in San Francisco.
I found her on Instagram.
So you told her? Yep.
And she made it about
herself, as always.
Abigail is still
being supportive.
Finally untying you
from her apron strings.
I'm sure she'd like
to throttle me.
We're going to be together.
That's all that matters.
This bloody dead body!
We're not gonna get any of
them to concentrate today.
I'm not gonna be able
to concentrate today!
Six weeks, we're
free! Goat... yoga!
[BIRDSONG]
I got your message.
How long have you got?
40 minutes? Come on, then.
You wouldn't let me put it
in you first time round.
Things are different
now, Stephen.
Find a condom.
[DOOR OPENS]
They found him, then.
You forgot to deliver
the wedding cake.
Shit!
No, they're great, but I...
Sergeant Collins! Excuse me.
You got here fast, Alan.
As the man in charge of
the investigation,
Sergeant Collins,
is there anything you can keep
the people of Duneen across?
Is the body Tommy Burke?
Or one of his victims?
Remains have been found, we
cannot at this moment ascertain...
Should we start
locking our doors?
You should be locking your
door anyway, Mrs O'Driscoll.
How many Duneens are
there? We've spent an hour
looking around the
wrong bloody place.
Sorry, skipper. We won't
be doing press calls.
Detective Sergeant
Norma Casey, Cork.
I assume you're
Sergeant Collins?
Delighted to be working with you.
I can run through my thinking...
I'm not spending weeks down
here in the arse end of nowhere.
You can update Dunne
here. [CLEARS HIS THROAT]
[HE WHISPERS:] I'm
not babysitting.
Don't talk to me
about childcare.
Boy wonder here is in charge.
I hope you're better with
murders than you are the sat nav.
My car, skipper. Er,
Sergeant Collins has a car.
Er, hello? Yeah. Just
Calpol them, Imelda.
If you could show me
the site, Sergeant.
Right, yes. How humiliating!
Now, ladies... there you go.
You've a day off from the
shop today, Eileen, have you?
Aoife likes it when I
leave her in charge.
I think she's slowly
planning a hostile takeover.
You haven't heard from
Tommy Burke, then, Evelyn?
After all these years?
Is he on The Facebook?
Sure didn't someone see
him get on the bus to Cork?
The morning of his wedding
to poor Brid Riordan.
The mess of you, Evelyn,
right here the night before.
Sure, we were all langers. It
was Burkey's stag, remember?
Tommy called it his wake.
Fecking hags knitting
at the guillotine.
Thank you.
Are you all right, Miss Ross?
It was just bones
not like seeing a fresh one.
You and Tommy were close.
The real cop's here now,
hon, you can calm down.
Right.
[MAN:] No, no, no, no, no!
All right, Evelyn? I told you,
not till your 18th birthday,
I'll buy you a pint myself,
not losing my licence.
What's a couple of months, Mr
Byrne? I thought you were cool, boy.
Wind your neck in, Stephen, or I'll
phone your mammy. Little eejit.
You won't answer your phone.
Yesterday was a one-off.
I skipped hurling practice.
Well... Ah... I'll be in the
Funbulance if you want me.
I tidied that office up
for you, not for him.
Oh, it's good for
Dunne to be in charge.
I forgot, he's ten years old.
[SIGHS]
How's it going with
the Flynn brothers?
They're not happy.
None of us are happy.
All I wanna know is who they
bought the bloody land from,
not the history of Irish
building regulations.
Do you want me to
sit in with you?
A friendly face might
calm them down a bit.
I'm doing fine in there. Right.
Any word from forensics?
Yeah, they called. First look,
they do think the body's male.
Right. Right.
Oh, here. There. Brilliant!
There's, er, some
sandwiches, lads. Enjoy!
If there is a God,
he's an awful bollocks.
There's Yanks with deposits
on the bungalows already,
could we not keep working, PJ?
We'd make it worth your while.
You know that's
not my style, lads.
It's a crime scene,
you won't be doing any work
till this is cleared up.
We've spent thousands
already, draining that land,
this could cripple us!
I'm guessing it wasn't Tommy
Burke who sold you the land?
Tommy was an only child.
Parents both dead.
Tommy left the village
in the summer of 2001,
hasn't been heard of since.
Fella was so cute, he could
meet himself round the corner.
What? Foxy.
The man couldn't lie
straight in his bed.
Who sold you the land, lads?
Cousin, wasn't it, John?
Got the court to issue
a death certificate.
With no body? Took the money
and bought a villa in Lanzarote.
Not even blood relatives.
They'd never met
Tommy himself. Huh.
So the body up at Burkes is male,
no-one has seen Tommy in 20 years,
not even to sell the place...
Do you want me to bring you
back up there, Detective,
show you Tommy's home?
So, Reynard the Fox was
in the chicken coop,
and the chickens were so
scared, they all stared at him,
and they each popped out
an egg at the side of him.
And do you know what he said?
What? Reynard the Fox said...
I'm going to gobble you all up!
Gobble, gobble,
gobble, gobble, gobble!
Don't move, Cathal! [MAN SIGHS]
Daddy!
I can't, Carmel, I've
blood all over me.
How's the calf? He's useless.
He's sensitive. But things die.
They found a skeleton
near school, Daddy.
Did they, indeed? Tommy Burke.
Your mammy couldn't fit into
her wedding dress, Carmel,
we had to take it out twice.
There, but for the grace of God!
Cathal! Off you go.
Tommy was a real man
only after the land between your
legs, though, Brid, wasn't he?
I'll eat this in the yard.
He'd have joined
the farms together.
I'd still be in my house and we'd be
in a better state than we are now,
without wet blanket here.
We need to talk
about the drinking.
Enough, Mam. He wasn't
talking about me.
[UNCORKS BOTTLE]
Finally know what my mam means
about going for your dreams.
You can talk about
it with me, you know.
Well, the lads are coming to
smoke some weed, play some music,
but we can hang out till then.
Just... don't speak, Stephen.
The dead body, I mean.
It's not the first
time you've...
What the fuck?!
What's wrong with you?!
I, er, I brought the, er, cake
over to Ahakista for the wedding.
Though from the looks of
them, they're not cake people.
[SHE CHUCKLES]
Are we gonna talk
about him, then?
At least people will stop
saying that Tommy ran away.
Always suited you, didn't it?
Picking his leftovers
from the bin.
I thought we said only weekends.
I've only had a small glass.
These are circumstances.
You're turning into your mother.
Don't be ridiculous! I have
complete control of myself.
That's it. Come on, now.
Thank you. You're a joke.
An old joke that
isn't funny anymore.
So, the Ross Sisters
are over there,
and Anthony and Brid Riordan
are just across the road
beyond... Follow me, please.
Cork must have faith
in you, to leave you
in charge of a case like this.
It's a bit of an arse,
to be honest with you.
I'd much rather be
solving real crimes.
Right. Does it ever
get dark down here?
Not until around ten
o'clock in the summer.
I bet you get some
good swimming.
Sea's bigger than all of
us, people forget that.
Where are you from?
Dubliner! Ah.
Those Cork lads needed
my brain, so... And you?
Here and there.
They always say West Cork's the
place where people go to hide.
In the Cold War, people
used to point on a map
and realised that West Cork
was probably the safest
place in the world.
It's a funny thing for an
officer to go after safety.
I'd get bored.
Oh!
TUTS Kids, huh?
That's gross.
Tommy Burke just
vanished 20 years ago.
We have no-one to match the body to,
but my gut is telling me it's him.
Where are his parents?
St Bridget's graveyard.
We need to speak to Brid Riordan
and Evelyn Ross, the neighbours.
Tommy seems to have been
involved with both women
at the time of
his disappearance.
Hmm. Genius, man.
This is our only viable line
of enquiry, so we pursue it.
The women? We match the
body to the Burke parents.
Oh, no, no, people won't
be happy with that.
This is a small village, they
need to be handled delicately.
You're a Garda, not a therapist!
We will exhume Mr and
Mrs Burke's bodies.
[VIBRATING, SIGHS]
Hey, honey.
OK. Oh, ca-calm down.
Calm down. Yeah. I'm at work.
[SIGHS]
[CLEARS HIS THROAT]
[SIGHS]
[CHURCH BELL TOLLS]
Hold on, lads. You said
you'd wait till after Mass!
You should have let me say
something, it's Sunday!
What are you doing, Garda?
We realise that this is a sensitive
matter for the community...
We're exhuming the bodies
of Mr and Mrs Burke,
see if the remains
are a DNA match.
Where's your exhumation order?
It would have been good of you
to let us know, Sergeant Collins.
Are you looking for Tommy?
Let's get you home, Kitty.
Is Mrs Riordan OK?
Brid's not feeling very well.
Hiding away. It's her
wedding day all over again.
Mr Riordan, we'd like to have
a word tomorrow if we can?
And your wife, too.
Of course. No bother.
[SIGHS]
"TB, BH." Forensics
found it with the bones.
Tommy Burke, Brid Harrington.
Kitty, Brid's mother,
she's Mrs Harrington.
Oh! Bright and early tomorrow,
we interview everyone.
It's a bit far for me to go home,
I might kip over at the barracks.
Well, Cork's not that far.
All right, Peej, I
get the message. I...
Carry on, lads.
[MACHINERY RESTARTS]
Do you want a tea?
Are you going mute on me again?
Is this about Tommy
or about me leaving?
Ev, you know this is my dream!
Oh! Tell me! Tell me
your big American dream!
I need to be myself.
And I need to be
somewhere that's gay.
Gay? Ireland's the gayest
place in the world.
Look at you, still wearing
your marriage equality badge
and your repeal badge, and
all your bloody badges.
What are you running away from?
I am bored
of constantly watching
the Evelyn show.
Is that you speaking or Susan?
Fuck off, Ev. You fuck off!
Oh, I am. I am fucking off.
Because I've finally grown up
and gotten myself a
functional relationship.
Ooh! You fucking bitch! Ow!
Enough! Enough! Enough!
Enough! Enough, the pair of you!
Now, people are gathering at
the pub. And we should be there.
I'm not having
everyone gawking at me.
Just leave her.
It's about respect, respect
for Mr and Mrs Burke
and respect for the
village of Duneen.
You shouldn't have
exhumed those bodies.
I, er, need your
cooperation. As a community.
So please come to...
Detective Dunne if you have any
information about Tommy Burke
before he disappeared.
I said it was for me.
You will stop what you
are doing with Evelyn
and we'll say no more about it.
Or you'll tell my mammy?
I'm being really well-behaved
about this whole situation,
so don't make me
fuck it up for you.
Slainte.
Stephen. Give me the glass.
Well, here they all are
together, then, the emigrators.
Oh, so you'll be joining Stephen
and Susan, then, Florence?
I am, yeah. How lovely.
A little gay family. What?
Duneen will be losing
two very fine teachers.
And your hurling, Stephen, will
they be playing that in America?
I'll see you at home.
That's enough for
me, too, I think.
The ladies won't
milk themselves.
I'll see you, then. Yeah.
I can never understand myself
why you would emigrate.
You all come back eventually.
[DISTANT CHATTER]
Well?
I'm grand, Cormac.
You're raking it in
today. Sure, you know,
every cloud as a silver lining.
Do you, er.. Do you wanna come
up for, er, a drink later?
I don't really have the
energy for sex, Cormac.
But thanks for asking.
Maybe next weekend, eh,
if you're lucky? See you.
Maybe we should wait
just a few months?
We've rented a condo!
It's just that... Evelyn...
I've quit my job,
I've booked flights,
my relationship with my son's
on a knife edge as it is.
But you know what she
was like after Dad...
Yeah, and you're grown women!
Let your sister stand
on her own two feet.
Susan... I left my
husband for you, Florence.
Brid and Evelyn.
Thick as thieves,
they used to be,
and now neither of them'll
look the other in the eye.
You think it was one
of them. Or both.
You've got eight here,
if you buy ten...
Just sell me the wine, please.
Are you doing all right,
Mrs Riordan? Peachy.
I could join you?
Mrs O'D says you've
no-one to talk to.
The wine. OK.
[TILL BEEPING]
[TEXT ALERT]
'Hello from Cork City.
'So, the initial pathology
results have come back
'from the state pathologist.
'Look, something went right
through the fella's skull
'and out the other side,
'and we're looking at a very
violent murder here, Peej.
'Whoever did this was
really fecking angry.'
[HE GROANS]
♪ Life ain't always empty
♪ Life ain't always empty
♪ Life ain't always empty
♪ Life ain't always empty
♪ Life ain't always empty
♪ Life ain't always empty
♪ Don't get stuck in the past
♪ Say your favourite
things at Mass
♪ Tell your mother
that you love her
♪ And go out of
your way for others
♪ Sit beneath a
light that suits ya
♪ And look forward
To a brighter future
♪ Life ain't always empty
♪ Life ain't always empty
♪ Life ain't always empty
♪ Life ain't always empty
♪ Life ain't always empty
♪ Life ain't always empty
♪ Happiness really
Ain't all about luck
♪ Let your demeanour
Be your deep down self
♪ And don't sacrifice
your life For your health
♪ When you speak Speak sincere
♪ And believe me, friend
Everyone will hear
♪ Life ain't always empty
♪ Life ain't always empty
♪ Life ain't always empty
♪ Life ain't always empty... ♪
Hey! Hey! Evelyn! Evelyn Ross!
Evelyn!
Evelyn Ross, look
at me! Come here!
Fuck off, Brid!
Oh, no! No. No!
Get your hands off me!
[YELLING]
You bitch!
You can't run away
for ever, Evelyn!
No, no, no, no. I can't.
♪ Life ain't always empty. ♪
I can't, I can't. I just can't.
I can't, I can't, I
can't, I can't, I can't.
I can't. I can't.
I can't, I can't, I can't.
I just can't.
[SEAGULLS SQUAWKING]
[MAN:] I can't! I can't.
I can't. [WOMAN: ] Help!
I just can't. Somebody!
[PHONE RINGING, BACON SIZZLES]
[TV ON]
[RINGING CONTINUES]
Telephone!
[HE SIGHS, RINGING CONTINUES]
She won't stop ringing!
Well, look, I'll
make that into a roll
and you can take
it with you, right?
[RINGING CONTINUES]
[SIGHS]
Finally!
It's brown.
It is.
Are my customers to be confronted
every day with a brown house?
Well, I suppose.
We have made an
agreement as a village.
Willy could've had a Tuscan
yellow or a duck egg blue!
Not shite brown.
You've made a great
job of it, Stephen.
Thanks a million, Sergeant. Let me
know if the barracks needs doing.
We're meant to be
Colourful Cork!
We're lagging behind
Ballydehob and Schull.
I have maintained my composure,
but this takes the fecking cake.
With respect, this really isn't
a Garda matter, Mrs O'Driscoll.
Oh, busy, were you, Sergeant?
You want a cup of coffee, PJ?
No, thanks a million, Aoife.
I see you, Willy McCarthy! You come
out here and face me, you coward!
It's just not a
crime, Mrs O'Driscoll.
[SHE HUFFS]
[BANGING]
Ah.
You're gonna take
my eye out, Abigail.
Well, will you hold it steady?
I am holding it steady.
That's it. It'd never cross
Evelyn's mind to help!
Maybe she's busy. Don't
bother her, please.
Just because you're terrified
to tell her your news.
No. Abigail, don't.
Don't... Evelyn!
Evelyn!
[PHONE BEEPING]
Evelyn!
[SHE SNORTS]
Evelyn!
Evelyn!
Bollocks.
Right, guys, come on.
All right, come on. We're late.
Not in front of the kids, Mam.
Carmel, take that
bucket off your head.
Do you not want my toast? That
girl doesn't need feeding.
Have as much as you want, love.
One, two, three!
One's a fairy, one's
touched in the head.
Do you want your quizzes on?
I'll watch my Julie Andrews.
I'll fast forward
through the Nazis.
Put on some make up if
you're heading into town.
[EVELYN:] Why aren't
you in school?
Head given you time
off for good behaviour?
I was going to take you for
brunch in Skibb, actually.
Why? Can I not just
take you for brunch?
When have you ever had
brunch? Evelyn, please.
OK, yeah. Brunch'd be
delightful. Thanks.
Why are you being weird?
She's moving to San
Francisco. Ah...
She needs to know.
I was going to
tell you at brunch!
Stop saying fucking "brunch".
How long for? For good.
I meant how long have
you been planning this?
But good to know you're
never coming back (!)
A few months. I'm sorry.
We can't just sit here, the
three of us just rotting away.
Right. There's nothing
keeping you here either, Ev.
Is that an invite?
Nice.
They're finally knocking down the
old Burke house today, Evelyn.
[EXHALES]
I'm going for a swim.
Hi, Garda Collins!
Hi, Cathal. Oh!
Thanks.
Hiya, Carmel. Hi.
I bought her a new bucket.
That's a smashing bucket.
Morning, Mrs Riordan.
Hi, Sergeant.
How's your mother?
Still breathing.
Oh! [HE LAUGHS]
Aye, sure, you're lucky
to still have her.
Mam, we're going to be late!
Go on, you have to
go. Sorry, Sergeant.
Mam, they're calling
the register now!
Oh, you'll be arresting
me for murder (!)
Bye. [HE LAUGHS]
Seat belt, please.
[ENGINE STARTS]
[MACHINERY BEEPING]
All right, lads? I'll just nip in
and have my breakfast, all right?
Yeah. Good man.
[FOOTSTEPS]
What are you doing? I, er...
Are you having a wank,
Sergeant? [MAN OUTSIDE: ] PJ?!
Excuse me. 'PJ!'
Thank you.
'PJ! Come 'ere!'
'PJ!'
We're after finding
something of concern, PJ.
Did you dig through a pipe?
Bones. Cow bones?
Not cow bones! They're human.
[GASPS]
Miss Ross!
Er... Er... OK, er...
Jesus. Er...
Er, right, I, er, need you
to rope off this, er, area
while I go and get something
decent to cover the bones.
Can we keep working?
No, I'm sorry, lad.
I need you to ensure that
absolutely nobody enters this area
until I return with... er
forensics.
Forensics. Excuse me.
[DOOR CLOSES] Ah-ha.
I'd say it's been
there a fair few years.
It would be brilliant if the
coroner could be informed and-and...
Oh! Thanks a million.
Yes, Sergeant Patrick
Joseph Collins.
No time for lunch today,
Mrs Meany! No lunch?
They're sending forensics down.
But I've a beautiful piece
of ham here waiting for you.
Have you seen my notebook? They
found bones, up at the Burke farm.
What class of bones?
Oh... Adult, big skeleton, man,
I'd say, been there a while.
Jesus, Mary and
Holy Saint Joseph.
Wasn't the son the last
one to be up there?
Aye. Tommy. Tommy Burke.
But he hasn't lived round here
for years, 20 years, maybe.
And it was just the one
son? Just the one, yes.
What's he up to now? Well,
how would I know that?
Right, well, I'll have
to track him down.
And, er, see what the forensics
has to say about the body.
Where's that notebook?
Notebook. Oh!
Do you know what
to do for a murder?
Well, we don't know
for sure it's a murder!
Were the bones in a coffin?
Nah. I need to speak to
the rest of the village.
And that Evelyn Ross was
there when we found the body,
up in the old house. And
then there's the bride.
The bride?
Great. The Flinn Brothers
want four espressos, Aoife.
They sound very stressed.
A murder in Duneen!
Never jump to conclusions, that's
what my Padraig used to say.
Of course, it's clear who is either
the killer or the victim here.
Oh! Wasn't he a heartbreaker?
Who are you talking
about?! Tommy Burke.
Oh! Oh! Um...
Do you want to sit
down, Mrs Riordan?
Of course you'll be
shaky, what with the news.
No, no, I'm fine, Mrs
O'Driscoll, thanks.
Have you heard from
Tommy since he left?
No, I haven't.
I'm going to have to charge
you for the wine, I'm afraid.
Yeah, sorry. There you go,
and-and this as well, thanks.
You'll have to excuse
the state of me.
I've come at a bad time?
There's a dead body in
the neighbour's field.
There've been better days.
If Evelyn isn't here,
I'll just head off.
I don't understand
what you want with her.
Well, it's just she
was at the Burkes'
when we found the body. Jesus!
Were they close,
Evelyn and Tommy?
Why? What have
people been saying?
Oh, nothing, nothing,
it's just she was there,
you know, up at the house.
You think my sister had something
to do with this? No, no!
Tommy helped us out around the
farm after our parents passed.
I'm sorry. Real life can be
terrible fucking hard.
Will you not eat, Sergeant?
Oh, no, Mrs Meany's
already fed me.
At least have a slice of
the sourdough, it's decent.
So, it was just a
friendship, Evelyn and Tommy?
Here, I only raised the
girl, she doesn't tell me
who she's sleeping with, if
that's what you're implying.
Tommy was engaged,
anyway. To Brid Riordan?
Poor Brid, standing at the back
of the church in her wedding gown,
waiting for him to
turn up. He never did.
She hasn't been the same
since, God love her.
But she has her family.
And she has the drink.
[VIBRATING AND THE
SWEENEY THEME TUNE PLAYS]
Do you want to get that?
Oh, yes, yes, sorry, sorry.
Sergeant Collins?
Right, right. Calm down, lads.
Yeah, I'm on the way,
I'll be there in a minute.
Thanks a million. Everyone
wants a piece of you now.
Ah! You can take
the bread with you.
No, thank you. You get
back to your cattle.
How are you feeling
about all this?
It's a lot to take in.
People still see
me as a blow-in.
Kind of feel like a
blow-in, wherever I go.
How long have you been here now?
Three years, ten months.
I'd say you have the
benefit over the rest of us.
You've fresh eyes.
You'll be fine.
[BIRDSONG]
[SHE WHISPERS:] Mam? Mam?
[BRID TUTS]
[BRID SIGHS]
[CROCKERY RATTLES]
[SHE BREATHES IN
AND OUT SHAKILY]
They have goat yoga! What?
Shouldn't you be at brunch?
Evelyn stormed off.
Who's doing goat yoga?
A woman in San Francisco.
I found her on Instagram.
So you told her? Yep.
And she made it about
herself, as always.
Abigail is still
being supportive.
Finally untying you
from her apron strings.
I'm sure she'd like
to throttle me.
We're going to be together.
That's all that matters.
This bloody dead body!
We're not gonna get any of
them to concentrate today.
I'm not gonna be able
to concentrate today!
Six weeks, we're
free! Goat... yoga!
[BIRDSONG]
I got your message.
How long have you got?
40 minutes? Come on, then.
You wouldn't let me put it
in you first time round.
Things are different
now, Stephen.
Find a condom.
[DOOR OPENS]
They found him, then.
You forgot to deliver
the wedding cake.
Shit!
No, they're great, but I...
Sergeant Collins! Excuse me.
You got here fast, Alan.
As the man in charge of
the investigation,
Sergeant Collins,
is there anything you can keep
the people of Duneen across?
Is the body Tommy Burke?
Or one of his victims?
Remains have been found, we
cannot at this moment ascertain...
Should we start
locking our doors?
You should be locking your
door anyway, Mrs O'Driscoll.
How many Duneens are
there? We've spent an hour
looking around the
wrong bloody place.
Sorry, skipper. We won't
be doing press calls.
Detective Sergeant
Norma Casey, Cork.
I assume you're
Sergeant Collins?
Delighted to be working with you.
I can run through my thinking...
I'm not spending weeks down
here in the arse end of nowhere.
You can update Dunne
here. [CLEARS HIS THROAT]
[HE WHISPERS:] I'm
not babysitting.
Don't talk to me
about childcare.
Boy wonder here is in charge.
I hope you're better with
murders than you are the sat nav.
My car, skipper. Er,
Sergeant Collins has a car.
Er, hello? Yeah. Just
Calpol them, Imelda.
If you could show me
the site, Sergeant.
Right, yes. How humiliating!
Now, ladies... there you go.
You've a day off from the
shop today, Eileen, have you?
Aoife likes it when I
leave her in charge.
I think she's slowly
planning a hostile takeover.
You haven't heard from
Tommy Burke, then, Evelyn?
After all these years?
Is he on The Facebook?
Sure didn't someone see
him get on the bus to Cork?
The morning of his wedding
to poor Brid Riordan.
The mess of you, Evelyn,
right here the night before.
Sure, we were all langers. It
was Burkey's stag, remember?
Tommy called it his wake.
Fecking hags knitting
at the guillotine.
Thank you.
Are you all right, Miss Ross?
It was just bones
not like seeing a fresh one.
You and Tommy were close.
The real cop's here now,
hon, you can calm down.
Right.
[MAN:] No, no, no, no, no!
All right, Evelyn? I told you,
not till your 18th birthday,
I'll buy you a pint myself,
not losing my licence.
What's a couple of months, Mr
Byrne? I thought you were cool, boy.
Wind your neck in, Stephen, or I'll
phone your mammy. Little eejit.
You won't answer your phone.
Yesterday was a one-off.
I skipped hurling practice.
Well... Ah... I'll be in the
Funbulance if you want me.
I tidied that office up
for you, not for him.
Oh, it's good for
Dunne to be in charge.
I forgot, he's ten years old.
[SIGHS]
How's it going with
the Flynn brothers?
They're not happy.
None of us are happy.
All I wanna know is who they
bought the bloody land from,
not the history of Irish
building regulations.
Do you want me to
sit in with you?
A friendly face might
calm them down a bit.
I'm doing fine in there. Right.
Any word from forensics?
Yeah, they called. First look,
they do think the body's male.
Right. Right.
Oh, here. There. Brilliant!
There's, er, some
sandwiches, lads. Enjoy!
If there is a God,
he's an awful bollocks.
There's Yanks with deposits
on the bungalows already,
could we not keep working, PJ?
We'd make it worth your while.
You know that's
not my style, lads.
It's a crime scene,
you won't be doing any work
till this is cleared up.
We've spent thousands
already, draining that land,
this could cripple us!
I'm guessing it wasn't Tommy
Burke who sold you the land?
Tommy was an only child.
Parents both dead.
Tommy left the village
in the summer of 2001,
hasn't been heard of since.
Fella was so cute, he could
meet himself round the corner.
What? Foxy.
The man couldn't lie
straight in his bed.
Who sold you the land, lads?
Cousin, wasn't it, John?
Got the court to issue
a death certificate.
With no body? Took the money
and bought a villa in Lanzarote.
Not even blood relatives.
They'd never met
Tommy himself. Huh.
So the body up at Burkes is male,
no-one has seen Tommy in 20 years,
not even to sell the place...
Do you want me to bring you
back up there, Detective,
show you Tommy's home?
So, Reynard the Fox was
in the chicken coop,
and the chickens were so
scared, they all stared at him,
and they each popped out
an egg at the side of him.
And do you know what he said?
What? Reynard the Fox said...
I'm going to gobble you all up!
Gobble, gobble,
gobble, gobble, gobble!
Don't move, Cathal! [MAN SIGHS]
Daddy!
I can't, Carmel, I've
blood all over me.
How's the calf? He's useless.
He's sensitive. But things die.
They found a skeleton
near school, Daddy.
Did they, indeed? Tommy Burke.
Your mammy couldn't fit into
her wedding dress, Carmel,
we had to take it out twice.
There, but for the grace of God!
Cathal! Off you go.
Tommy was a real man
only after the land between your
legs, though, Brid, wasn't he?
I'll eat this in the yard.
He'd have joined
the farms together.
I'd still be in my house and we'd be
in a better state than we are now,
without wet blanket here.
We need to talk
about the drinking.
Enough, Mam. He wasn't
talking about me.
[UNCORKS BOTTLE]
Finally know what my mam means
about going for your dreams.
You can talk about
it with me, you know.
Well, the lads are coming to
smoke some weed, play some music,
but we can hang out till then.
Just... don't speak, Stephen.
The dead body, I mean.
It's not the first
time you've...
What the fuck?!
What's wrong with you?!
I, er, I brought the, er, cake
over to Ahakista for the wedding.
Though from the looks of
them, they're not cake people.
[SHE CHUCKLES]
Are we gonna talk
about him, then?
At least people will stop
saying that Tommy ran away.
Always suited you, didn't it?
Picking his leftovers
from the bin.
I thought we said only weekends.
I've only had a small glass.
These are circumstances.
You're turning into your mother.
Don't be ridiculous! I have
complete control of myself.
That's it. Come on, now.
Thank you. You're a joke.
An old joke that
isn't funny anymore.
So, the Ross Sisters
are over there,
and Anthony and Brid Riordan
are just across the road
beyond... Follow me, please.
Cork must have faith
in you, to leave you
in charge of a case like this.
It's a bit of an arse,
to be honest with you.
I'd much rather be
solving real crimes.
Right. Does it ever
get dark down here?
Not until around ten
o'clock in the summer.
I bet you get some
good swimming.
Sea's bigger than all of
us, people forget that.
Where are you from?
Dubliner! Ah.
Those Cork lads needed
my brain, so... And you?
Here and there.
They always say West Cork's the
place where people go to hide.
In the Cold War, people
used to point on a map
and realised that West Cork
was probably the safest
place in the world.
It's a funny thing for an
officer to go after safety.
I'd get bored.
Oh!
TUTS Kids, huh?
That's gross.
Tommy Burke just
vanished 20 years ago.
We have no-one to match the body to,
but my gut is telling me it's him.
Where are his parents?
St Bridget's graveyard.
We need to speak to Brid Riordan
and Evelyn Ross, the neighbours.
Tommy seems to have been
involved with both women
at the time of
his disappearance.
Hmm. Genius, man.
This is our only viable line
of enquiry, so we pursue it.
The women? We match the
body to the Burke parents.
Oh, no, no, people won't
be happy with that.
This is a small village, they
need to be handled delicately.
You're a Garda, not a therapist!
We will exhume Mr and
Mrs Burke's bodies.
[VIBRATING, SIGHS]
Hey, honey.
OK. Oh, ca-calm down.
Calm down. Yeah. I'm at work.
[SIGHS]
[CLEARS HIS THROAT]
[SIGHS]
[CHURCH BELL TOLLS]
Hold on, lads. You said
you'd wait till after Mass!
You should have let me say
something, it's Sunday!
What are you doing, Garda?
We realise that this is a sensitive
matter for the community...
We're exhuming the bodies
of Mr and Mrs Burke,
see if the remains
are a DNA match.
Where's your exhumation order?
It would have been good of you
to let us know, Sergeant Collins.
Are you looking for Tommy?
Let's get you home, Kitty.
Is Mrs Riordan OK?
Brid's not feeling very well.
Hiding away. It's her
wedding day all over again.
Mr Riordan, we'd like to have
a word tomorrow if we can?
And your wife, too.
Of course. No bother.
[SIGHS]
"TB, BH." Forensics
found it with the bones.
Tommy Burke, Brid Harrington.
Kitty, Brid's mother,
she's Mrs Harrington.
Oh! Bright and early tomorrow,
we interview everyone.
It's a bit far for me to go home,
I might kip over at the barracks.
Well, Cork's not that far.
All right, Peej, I
get the message. I...
Carry on, lads.
[MACHINERY RESTARTS]
Do you want a tea?
Are you going mute on me again?
Is this about Tommy
or about me leaving?
Ev, you know this is my dream!
Oh! Tell me! Tell me
your big American dream!
I need to be myself.
And I need to be
somewhere that's gay.
Gay? Ireland's the gayest
place in the world.
Look at you, still wearing
your marriage equality badge
and your repeal badge, and
all your bloody badges.
What are you running away from?
I am bored
of constantly watching
the Evelyn show.
Is that you speaking or Susan?
Fuck off, Ev. You fuck off!
Oh, I am. I am fucking off.
Because I've finally grown up
and gotten myself a
functional relationship.
Ooh! You fucking bitch! Ow!
Enough! Enough! Enough!
Enough! Enough, the pair of you!
Now, people are gathering at
the pub. And we should be there.
I'm not having
everyone gawking at me.
Just leave her.
It's about respect, respect
for Mr and Mrs Burke
and respect for the
village of Duneen.
You shouldn't have
exhumed those bodies.
I, er, need your
cooperation. As a community.
So please come to...
Detective Dunne if you have any
information about Tommy Burke
before he disappeared.
I said it was for me.
You will stop what you
are doing with Evelyn
and we'll say no more about it.
Or you'll tell my mammy?
I'm being really well-behaved
about this whole situation,
so don't make me
fuck it up for you.
Slainte.
Stephen. Give me the glass.
Well, here they all are
together, then, the emigrators.
Oh, so you'll be joining Stephen
and Susan, then, Florence?
I am, yeah. How lovely.
A little gay family. What?
Duneen will be losing
two very fine teachers.
And your hurling, Stephen, will
they be playing that in America?
I'll see you at home.
That's enough for
me, too, I think.
The ladies won't
milk themselves.
I'll see you, then. Yeah.
I can never understand myself
why you would emigrate.
You all come back eventually.
[DISTANT CHATTER]
Well?
I'm grand, Cormac.
You're raking it in
today. Sure, you know,
every cloud as a silver lining.
Do you, er.. Do you wanna come
up for, er, a drink later?
I don't really have the
energy for sex, Cormac.
But thanks for asking.
Maybe next weekend, eh,
if you're lucky? See you.
Maybe we should wait
just a few months?
We've rented a condo!
It's just that... Evelyn...
I've quit my job,
I've booked flights,
my relationship with my son's
on a knife edge as it is.
But you know what she
was like after Dad...
Yeah, and you're grown women!
Let your sister stand
on her own two feet.
Susan... I left my
husband for you, Florence.
Brid and Evelyn.
Thick as thieves,
they used to be,
and now neither of them'll
look the other in the eye.
You think it was one
of them. Or both.
You've got eight here,
if you buy ten...
Just sell me the wine, please.
Are you doing all right,
Mrs Riordan? Peachy.
I could join you?
Mrs O'D says you've
no-one to talk to.
The wine. OK.
[TILL BEEPING]
[TEXT ALERT]
'Hello from Cork City.
'So, the initial pathology
results have come back
'from the state pathologist.
'Look, something went right
through the fella's skull
'and out the other side,
'and we're looking at a very
violent murder here, Peej.
'Whoever did this was
really fecking angry.'
[HE GROANS]
♪ Life ain't always empty
♪ Life ain't always empty
♪ Life ain't always empty
♪ Life ain't always empty
♪ Life ain't always empty
♪ Life ain't always empty
♪ Don't get stuck in the past
♪ Say your favourite
things at Mass
♪ Tell your mother
that you love her
♪ And go out of
your way for others
♪ Sit beneath a
light that suits ya
♪ And look forward
To a brighter future
♪ Life ain't always empty
♪ Life ain't always empty
♪ Life ain't always empty
♪ Life ain't always empty
♪ Life ain't always empty
♪ Life ain't always empty
♪ Happiness really
Ain't all about luck
♪ Let your demeanour
Be your deep down self
♪ And don't sacrifice
your life For your health
♪ When you speak Speak sincere
♪ And believe me, friend
Everyone will hear
♪ Life ain't always empty
♪ Life ain't always empty
♪ Life ain't always empty
♪ Life ain't always empty... ♪
Hey! Hey! Evelyn! Evelyn Ross!
Evelyn!
Evelyn Ross, look
at me! Come here!
Fuck off, Brid!
Oh, no! No. No!
Get your hands off me!
[YELLING]
You bitch!
You can't run away
for ever, Evelyn!
No, no, no, no. I can't.
♪ Life ain't always empty. ♪
I can't, I can't. I just can't.
I can't, I can't, I
can't, I can't, I can't.
I can't. I can't.
I can't, I can't, I can't.
I just can't.