Holding (2021–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - Episode #1.4 - full transcript
'Mrs Meany
is Tommy Burke's mother now?'
What are we meant to believe?
Tommy wrote to
you after he left?
"One world was not enough
for two, like me and... you."
You and me were best friends,
weren't we? I'm sorry.
Mam said she saw Tommy cross
the fields to the Ross's farm,
to go find Evelyn.
Evelyn Ross may have been the last
person to see Tommy Burke alive.
Something's wrong.
Cancer. Please don't
tell anyone, even Ev.
Get your hands off me!
Evelyn Ross. She
has to come with us.
She's gone quiet in there.
She'll start up again soon.
I found this letter from
Tommy in her coat pocket.
"One world was not
enough for two,
"like me and you"?
It's a pretentious
way to dump someone.
Look at the date it was posted.
19th of August, 2002.
Tommy Burke disappeared in 2001.
We have a letter
from a dead man.
Welcome
to Duneen Rocks!
I thought you could
do with a laugh.
I'm waiting for her to fall
off the stage, then I'll laugh.
Well, I'm pleased
you came, Lizzie.
People will ask me how
I am. What do I say?
You'll tell them
to fuck off! Ha!
I know PJ, he'll find
out who killed my son.
Ah.
The DNA from the body matches
Mrs Meany. She's his mother,
which means the body we
found is definitely Tommy's.
Evelyn, did Tommy go over to
your farm the night he died?
Tommy ended things with
you, you were furious,
you lashed out at him
and... He lashed out at me.
In the place my
father hung himself.
And then I miscarried.
I'm sorry. Women lose
babies every day.
But it was Tommy's fault.
He kept buying me
drinks all night.
But I took them, I'm
the one who got langers.
Tommy didn't want
you to have the baby?
He didn't want either of us.
Did you kill Tommy
Burke, Miss Ross?
What are you actually
charging me with?
Drunk and disorderly? Woman
has sex with younger man?
We still have some questions...
No, we're not charging you
with anything, you can go.
What?! We'll stay
in touch, Miss Ross.
Thanks a million for the bed
Five stars on shit-advisor.
Why didn't you ask her
about the bloody letter?
She'd wrote that letter to
herself, cover her tracks.
If we brought her up to Cork
to be interviewed properly,
we'd break her, I know we would!
I have a hunch.
All right, skipper?
When were you gonna tell me
you had Brid Riordan's
wedding dress tested? Ah.
Fucking hell, Peej!
What do you think I am?
I'm good at my job! This
is really disrespectful.
I am trying to solve a murder!
Get you, Billy Big Bollocks!
You didn't know step one of a
murder a couple of weeks ago.
I don't have time for this pissing
about, I'm going back to Cork.
But we're nearly there!
I've set a hare running...
I'm going back to Cork
to get permission to
arrest Evelyn Ross.
Shit.
Oh, shit! Shit, shit, shit!
Better get ready, Cathal
will be dancing soon.
Is my good shirt clean? Yeah.
Ironed at the back of
the wardrobe. Thanks.
Are you OK? Yeah.
I thought... maybe I could move
back into our room tonight.
OK.
We'll muddle along... won't we?
Yeah.
Who are you calling?
Eileen, telling her we
won't make the concert.
We're doing the concert.
Oh, don't be stupid!
You're under investigation,
and I don't think that
Abigail should be...
Abigail should what?
You think I don't remember
how to do this, Flo?
Evelyn's right. We've
nothing to hide.
Well, get changed. Well
give me five minutes.
Come on, then. Let's rock
Duneen like we used to.
Thank you, Alan Doddy.
And now for an old Duneen favourite
that we haven't seen in many years.
Whether that's a good thing or not,
I'll leave up to you to decide.
Abigail, Florence
and Evelyn Ross.
My sister knows Karl Marx.
She met him eatin' mushrooms
in the people's park.
She said... She said...
What do you think
about my manifesto?
I like a manifesto
Put it to the test-o.
Took me down to meet
the anarchist party.
Met a groovy guy,
who was arty-farty.
I know a little Latin
man, a kiss and a kite.
He said, "I don't know what it
means", he said, "Neither do I."
Eat natural foods,
bathe twice daily.
Fill your nostrils
up with gravy.
Don't drink tea and
don't drink coffee.
Cover your chin in
Yorkshire toffee.
Dancing in the disco
bumper to bumper.
Wait a minute.
Where's me jumper?
Where's me jumper?
Where's me jumper?
Where's me jumper?
Dancing at the disco,
bumper to bumper.
Wait a minute.
Where's me jumper?
Where's me jumper?
Where's me jumper?
Dancing at the
disco, go, go, go.
Dancing at the disco.
Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no.
Abigail!
Abigail? No, don't
- don't crowd her.
You're gonna have to read
the poem for me. What?
Page 27. I'm not doing this.
It's just fecking reading, PJ!
Evelyn? It's OK. It's OK.
The wild bee reels
from bough to bough.
With his furry coat
and his gauzy wing.
Swore that two lives
should be like one.
As long as the
seagull loved the sea.
As long as the sunflower
sought the Sun.
It shall be, I
said, for eternity.
'Twixt you,
and me.
Dear friend, those
times are over and done.
And there is nothing left to do
but to kiss once again and part.
Nay, there is
nothing we should rue
I have my beauty, you, your art.
Nay, do not start...
One world was not
enough for two,
like me and you.
Oscar Wilde.
Sergeant PJ Collins,
everyone. To the rescue!
And now please give a huge
Duneen welcome, Cathal Riordan!
She'll be fine. Don't say it.
I, er... just wanted
to check on Abigail.
She's coming round,
a little dazed
but that's to be expected after
such a nasty bash to the head.
But, as I've said to her before,
if she's going to refuse the chemo,
then this is going to happen.
She's made that decision
and we need to respect it.
Thank you, Doctor.
How long? How long
have you known?
She'd only just told me.
Always, the pair of you!
Don't say she'll be fine.
I wasn't going to.
Did your dad die quickly?
Mine died slowly.
Not just there, in the barn.
We were here... waiting
for the news on Dad.
He hadn't done it
properly, you see.
He was still warm when
I found him, so...
And when they told us.
I remember pressing my face
into the plastic of
the chair and just...
People don't look at you
the same again, after that.
Did you lift him down?
No. I didn't.
I found him and... I ran away.
I ran and hid under a blanket
in front of Home And Away.
No. It was Abigail.
She cut him down.
I can't lose her!
You're OK. You're OK.
Ev?
She's awake.
You should've told me.
Well, there was no
point in worrying you.
Well, that was stupid.
I'd be more worried if I
walked in and found you dead
on the kitchen floor. Evelyn!
You're not going
to have treatment?
You remember what
that was like for Mam.
What that was like for Dad.
I'm not putting
you through that.
Come on, you're big girls now.
Florence, you can go to
San Francisco with Susan.
And Ev... I want you to
take over the farm for me.
I'm not a farmer!
Well, it doesn't
have to be a farm.
All those ideas she had.
B&B, outdoor music venue...
Do you know, you
could start a cult.
That's right up your street.
You've both decided this for me?
That house just needs
life in it again.
Susan! Wake up. You're
in the hospital, Susan.
I'll stay with you.
No, you won't. You too, Flo.
I'm going to cancel my flight.
You will not! Don't you dare!
And I'll be at the
airport to wave you off.
Cormac, you watch
out for them for me.
I wanna watch out for you.
You big ride.
No, no, no, no, no.
What are you doing?
Abigail Ross, will you
do me the honour...
Will you get up, Cormac? Please!
Huh? Please.
But I... thought...
Thank you.
Thank you for being a dote,
but we're fine as
we are. We're fine.
Right.
It's not because of the
cancer, you know. I-I...
I was gonna ask you at the
concert, with the poem.
Your Oscar Wilde.
Sergeant Collins
read it out instead.
Well, it'll have been
wasted on that lot.
Will you just all go on home
now and let me get some sleep?
Please? Please.
Hello?
Thank you for the lift. There was
no point in me just lying there.
Why did you write
the letter to Evelyn?
The Oscar Wilde poem.
"One world was not
enough for two,"
"like me and you."
Evelyn has that tattooed under her
breast. She thinks I don't know.
Did you write the letter from
Tommy to put her mind at rest?
Only Cormac would think to
propose with a break-up poem.
Tommy hurt your sister.
Just because I wrote a letter
doesn't mean I killed a man.
Could you pull over?
Sometimes I stand in
a field and scream,
just to let it out. The rage.
Otherwise it's bubbling up inside
me and I don't know what I'd do.
Sorry, could you pull over?
I understand what it's like
to be blown apart.
Will you pull over?
You killed Tommy, didn't you?
Please! Tell me
the truth, Abigail!
Oh, Jesus!
Are you going to
arrest me for the weed?
It's meant to be
good for the nausea.
It's good for everything.
Evelyn says your father
died young as well. Hm.
My eyebrows fell out,
morning after Dad.
They grew back eventually, but there
was a while there I was brow-less.
I don't mind facing
it now, but at 17...
I was a funny one as it was.
Did you ever talk to
anyone about it? No.
You can look inside
yourself too much, you know.
Cormac's been sleeping
with me for years,
couldn't tell you
one thing about me.
Look at me, having a
joint with the guard,
talking about the
meaning of life.
What was your father like?
Loud.
And you adored
him? I adored him.
Our dad was loud.
Always on the wind-up,
last man standing
at every party,
everybody's friend.
At least, that's what I
tell myself I remember.
You realise over the years,
you've created an impression of
a man you... never really knew.
And for someone that brilliant,
that amazing, to
want to leave you,
after your mam's only just gone
to leave three little girls
alone and in so much pain...
That hurts. Makes me angry.
He knew we'd find him.
I cut him down with a penknife.
He'd been learning to swim.
Christmas present. We'd all got
together to get him lessons.
My dad would go down to the sports
centre every Saturday morning,
joked he was gonna swim the
Atlantic all the way to Florida.
It was hot, really hot
more like Spain than Donegal.
He wanted me to go into
the sea with him...
But I was 15, I didn't want to be
seen splashing about in the water
with my dad in his
pants like a fool.
There was a girl in the
ice cream van I fancied.
So I said, "Go on in
yourself, you fuckwit."
I went and sat in the car
and listened to
one of my mixtapes
on the car cassette player,
ran down the battery.
Then the girl I fancied from
the van was at the window
and I thought, "Yes, here I go!"
And she said, "Isn't that
your father out in the water?"
And it was.
Out there in the sea,
my dad, being pushed
about by the waves.
I ran in to help him. I
swam as hard as I could.
I could hear people yelling
on the beach behind me,
but I just kept swimming,
and I reached him. I don't
know how, but I reached him,
and I tried to take the weight
of him, saying, "Come on, Daddy",
"come on, stop messing about."
But he was heavy.
So heavy in my hands,
and his flesh was like an
animal skin, shiny, bloated,
and then my feet hit the sand
and I was pulling
him towards the shore
and people were
standing watching me,
like I was in Jaws or something,
just standing watching
me bringing him in,
my heart... beating in my
throat a million times.
And I tried.
I tried to pump his heart,
but I was getting it wrong
and losing count, the panic.
My mam standing over me,
saying the Hail Marys
and me promising it
would all be fine,
this only happened
in the movies,
it didn't happen to people like
us. My daddy lying on the sand,
the cheeseburger he'd for lunch
spilling out of his mouth,
meat and chips and yellow
cheese... lying on the sand,
and I thought, "We'll
laugh about this tonight,"
"I'll rib you about the cheeseburger
and I'll tell you it's gross"
"and you'll make a promise never
to eat cheeseburgers again."
Because we were ordinary.
These things didn't
happen to people like us.
But it did.
He was gonna teach
me how to shave.
That's why I admire your family.
You held together.
We fell apart.
You would do anything to protect
those girls, I know that,
but what did Tommy do to
make you want him dead?
That's what I'm
trying to understand.
I thought it was the cows.
The wailing. Then I realised.
Evelyn didn't go near the
barn, hadn't since Dad,
but there she was...
in pieces on the floor,
sitting in blood,
and I thought, "She's done it."
"She's finally killed him."
But it was her blood.
I didn't know she was pregnant.
She was losing his baby
and there he was...
leering drunk,
holding himself up
against the wall.
Spitting at her...
calling her a freak.
It's sad how lovely boys
turn into terrible men.
Maybe I should have said
something to him then, but
Evelyn was my focus.
I had to take care of Evelyn.
So I carried her
up to the house,
and cleaned her up
in the bathroom, and
put her into my bed to sleep.
And then you went back.
I assumed he'd be gone.
I had to clear the
blood up off the floor,
I didn't want Evelyn or Florence
waking up to it the next morning.
But he was still there.
Standing in her blood
looking at me without
a flicker of guilt.
Proud of himself
thought he was cock of the walk
told me, bring out
Daddy's whiskey,
and toast him marrying Brid.
I tried to walk away from him,
and then he said
I had a nice arse.
Not as nice as my sister's, mind,
but he'd had hers already...
And then he tried to
put his hands on me
this man that I'd
let into our house,
kicking his boots off in our
daddy's chair, working his land,
and this
rage started boiling in me,
and I wanted him to know... he
couldn't do that to my sister.
And I shouldered him
like I would a cow.
I launched at him,
and I pushed him back,
right onto the spike
of the thresher.
And it went through his
cheek like... it was nothing.
And him looking at me
right at me.
With horror.
It's been... pulling
me down over 20 years.
Pulling me down, the shame
the shame and the guilt.
I was disgusted with myself.
But I'd do it again.
I would do it again.
Because he hurt
my little sister,
and we'd all been
hurting so much.
I couldn't let him
do it any more.
You moved his body to his farm.
To be safe. On your own?
'Tis no different than
carrying a dead calf.
I buried him in the
field up the front and
went to the wedding
the next day.
Painted my nails black
to cover the dirt.
Said someone had seen Tommy
getting the bus to Cork.
I took a bag of his clothes
and dumped them in a skip
a couple of weeks later.
And then the letter
a year later?
Evelyn was all over the place...
talking about going to find him.
So I wrote her a
letter from Tommy.
Stupid dumb fucking
thing to do, but
it stopped her saying his name.
Until the day the Flynn
Brothers put the sign up,
and I thought... "Here
we go." And you prepared.
I waited.
I waited for you to work it out.
To be honest, if the
guard had turned up
the day of Brid's wedding, I'd
have held my hands out for him.
But Sergeant O'Driscoll was useless,
couldn't solve a crossword puzzle.
You're much better.
Fresh eyes, I told you.
Let's go.
Oh, you'd better get
in the front with me.
Sorry. And... thank you.
So... what am I looking at?
Not got long left, so you won't
be getting your money's worth.
When we get back to the barracks,
we'll get you a solicitor.
Well, Florence and Evelyn
can deal with all of that.
We'll be questioning them.
My sisters have nothing
to do with this.
Where was Evelyn again
when it happened?
I'd put her to bed, she'd
just lost a baby, I told you.
And Florence? Florence
was with Susan that night,
I'd been turning a blind eye for
ages, one less thing to worry about.
I'm sorry. What are
you doing?! No! No!
HE CRIES
He was trying to save your life!
This is my area!
Oh, God.
I came to say well done.
Right. My tea, thanks.
Abigail Ross didn't
want to be saved.
There was nothing you could do.
It was a good funeral
for a murderess.
You'll have to keep me updated
on your love life, Linus,
now that you're single.
You'll have to do the same.
I know, he's obsessed.
It's fantastic.
I have to say, Sergeant Collins,
that my late husband would have
been very impressed with you.
Thank you. He was a great man.
I should hit the road. Yeah, I'll
see you out there in a minute.
Do you think the Ross' would
be selling their land now?
It would be triple
the bungalows. Triple?
Anthony Riordan is still
selling some of his land to us.
Though don't tell his
missus!
I'm sorry for your loss.
And we're sorry for, erm,
for what she did to you.
I liked your sister, very much.
It must have been hard for her,
carrying that secret alone for so
long. May she find some peace now.
May all of us. I'll
need you to make
a statement before you fly off.
Just procedure, confirming
what Abigail told me.
I'm, er, leaving for
San Francisco on Monday.
Well, you can drop into the
barracks tomorrow, won't take long.
Oh, and bring Susan with you,
too, just so she can confirm
that you were with her
the night that Tommy died.
Of course. Thank you, Sergeant.
You'll look after
yourself, won't you?
I'll be fine. And you?
Getting used to the single
life. And your fiance?
We might go for a
drink next week.
Just because we can get
married doesn't mean we should.
Yeah, you do what you want,
don't listen to anybody else.
And you don't have to be
a one-man band, you know.
Bring it here to me. Hm?
Thanks for coming,
and thanks for going.
I don't know, I kind
of like it here,
maybe I'll ask for a transfer,
move into the barracks...
Get back to the city!
I could've done something
if she'd told me.
She wasn't going to
do that to any of us.
Only woman to get a
proposal out of you, Cormac.
Oh, not now. I'm only
here to pay my respects.
You won't see me
again after Monday.
All those young California
girls with their suntans.
They won't be a patch on you.
I shouldn't have taken advantage
of you. It wasn't right.
I loved every minute of it.
Where's Florence run off to?
I don't know. Oh!
Her things are gone.
She's not answering her phone.
I think your sisters buried
Tommy's body together.
What are you going to do?
Please, PJ.
I need this to stop.
Please.
It's never worth
racing anywhere, is it?
I need to say something. Because if
I don't say it now, I never will.
Ah, don't do this, PJ. Patrick.
My dad used to call me Patrick.
You can call me
Patrick if you like.
You walk into a room
and my heart lights up.
I think you're incredible.
We could make each other happy.
I can't.
Sergeant? Mr Riordan.
Ah!
Whoa! Ah-ha!
is Tommy Burke's mother now?'
What are we meant to believe?
Tommy wrote to
you after he left?
"One world was not enough
for two, like me and... you."
You and me were best friends,
weren't we? I'm sorry.
Mam said she saw Tommy cross
the fields to the Ross's farm,
to go find Evelyn.
Evelyn Ross may have been the last
person to see Tommy Burke alive.
Something's wrong.
Cancer. Please don't
tell anyone, even Ev.
Get your hands off me!
Evelyn Ross. She
has to come with us.
She's gone quiet in there.
She'll start up again soon.
I found this letter from
Tommy in her coat pocket.
"One world was not
enough for two,
"like me and you"?
It's a pretentious
way to dump someone.
Look at the date it was posted.
19th of August, 2002.
Tommy Burke disappeared in 2001.
We have a letter
from a dead man.
Welcome
to Duneen Rocks!
I thought you could
do with a laugh.
I'm waiting for her to fall
off the stage, then I'll laugh.
Well, I'm pleased
you came, Lizzie.
People will ask me how
I am. What do I say?
You'll tell them
to fuck off! Ha!
I know PJ, he'll find
out who killed my son.
Ah.
The DNA from the body matches
Mrs Meany. She's his mother,
which means the body we
found is definitely Tommy's.
Evelyn, did Tommy go over to
your farm the night he died?
Tommy ended things with
you, you were furious,
you lashed out at him
and... He lashed out at me.
In the place my
father hung himself.
And then I miscarried.
I'm sorry. Women lose
babies every day.
But it was Tommy's fault.
He kept buying me
drinks all night.
But I took them, I'm
the one who got langers.
Tommy didn't want
you to have the baby?
He didn't want either of us.
Did you kill Tommy
Burke, Miss Ross?
What are you actually
charging me with?
Drunk and disorderly? Woman
has sex with younger man?
We still have some questions...
No, we're not charging you
with anything, you can go.
What?! We'll stay
in touch, Miss Ross.
Thanks a million for the bed
Five stars on shit-advisor.
Why didn't you ask her
about the bloody letter?
She'd wrote that letter to
herself, cover her tracks.
If we brought her up to Cork
to be interviewed properly,
we'd break her, I know we would!
I have a hunch.
All right, skipper?
When were you gonna tell me
you had Brid Riordan's
wedding dress tested? Ah.
Fucking hell, Peej!
What do you think I am?
I'm good at my job! This
is really disrespectful.
I am trying to solve a murder!
Get you, Billy Big Bollocks!
You didn't know step one of a
murder a couple of weeks ago.
I don't have time for this pissing
about, I'm going back to Cork.
But we're nearly there!
I've set a hare running...
I'm going back to Cork
to get permission to
arrest Evelyn Ross.
Shit.
Oh, shit! Shit, shit, shit!
Better get ready, Cathal
will be dancing soon.
Is my good shirt clean? Yeah.
Ironed at the back of
the wardrobe. Thanks.
Are you OK? Yeah.
I thought... maybe I could move
back into our room tonight.
OK.
We'll muddle along... won't we?
Yeah.
Who are you calling?
Eileen, telling her we
won't make the concert.
We're doing the concert.
Oh, don't be stupid!
You're under investigation,
and I don't think that
Abigail should be...
Abigail should what?
You think I don't remember
how to do this, Flo?
Evelyn's right. We've
nothing to hide.
Well, get changed. Well
give me five minutes.
Come on, then. Let's rock
Duneen like we used to.
Thank you, Alan Doddy.
And now for an old Duneen favourite
that we haven't seen in many years.
Whether that's a good thing or not,
I'll leave up to you to decide.
Abigail, Florence
and Evelyn Ross.
My sister knows Karl Marx.
She met him eatin' mushrooms
in the people's park.
She said... She said...
What do you think
about my manifesto?
I like a manifesto
Put it to the test-o.
Took me down to meet
the anarchist party.
Met a groovy guy,
who was arty-farty.
I know a little Latin
man, a kiss and a kite.
He said, "I don't know what it
means", he said, "Neither do I."
Eat natural foods,
bathe twice daily.
Fill your nostrils
up with gravy.
Don't drink tea and
don't drink coffee.
Cover your chin in
Yorkshire toffee.
Dancing in the disco
bumper to bumper.
Wait a minute.
Where's me jumper?
Where's me jumper?
Where's me jumper?
Where's me jumper?
Dancing at the disco,
bumper to bumper.
Wait a minute.
Where's me jumper?
Where's me jumper?
Where's me jumper?
Dancing at the
disco, go, go, go.
Dancing at the disco.
Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no.
Abigail!
Abigail? No, don't
- don't crowd her.
You're gonna have to read
the poem for me. What?
Page 27. I'm not doing this.
It's just fecking reading, PJ!
Evelyn? It's OK. It's OK.
The wild bee reels
from bough to bough.
With his furry coat
and his gauzy wing.
Swore that two lives
should be like one.
As long as the
seagull loved the sea.
As long as the sunflower
sought the Sun.
It shall be, I
said, for eternity.
'Twixt you,
and me.
Dear friend, those
times are over and done.
And there is nothing left to do
but to kiss once again and part.
Nay, there is
nothing we should rue
I have my beauty, you, your art.
Nay, do not start...
One world was not
enough for two,
like me and you.
Oscar Wilde.
Sergeant PJ Collins,
everyone. To the rescue!
And now please give a huge
Duneen welcome, Cathal Riordan!
She'll be fine. Don't say it.
I, er... just wanted
to check on Abigail.
She's coming round,
a little dazed
but that's to be expected after
such a nasty bash to the head.
But, as I've said to her before,
if she's going to refuse the chemo,
then this is going to happen.
She's made that decision
and we need to respect it.
Thank you, Doctor.
How long? How long
have you known?
She'd only just told me.
Always, the pair of you!
Don't say she'll be fine.
I wasn't going to.
Did your dad die quickly?
Mine died slowly.
Not just there, in the barn.
We were here... waiting
for the news on Dad.
He hadn't done it
properly, you see.
He was still warm when
I found him, so...
And when they told us.
I remember pressing my face
into the plastic of
the chair and just...
People don't look at you
the same again, after that.
Did you lift him down?
No. I didn't.
I found him and... I ran away.
I ran and hid under a blanket
in front of Home And Away.
No. It was Abigail.
She cut him down.
I can't lose her!
You're OK. You're OK.
Ev?
She's awake.
You should've told me.
Well, there was no
point in worrying you.
Well, that was stupid.
I'd be more worried if I
walked in and found you dead
on the kitchen floor. Evelyn!
You're not going
to have treatment?
You remember what
that was like for Mam.
What that was like for Dad.
I'm not putting
you through that.
Come on, you're big girls now.
Florence, you can go to
San Francisco with Susan.
And Ev... I want you to
take over the farm for me.
I'm not a farmer!
Well, it doesn't
have to be a farm.
All those ideas she had.
B&B, outdoor music venue...
Do you know, you
could start a cult.
That's right up your street.
You've both decided this for me?
That house just needs
life in it again.
Susan! Wake up. You're
in the hospital, Susan.
I'll stay with you.
No, you won't. You too, Flo.
I'm going to cancel my flight.
You will not! Don't you dare!
And I'll be at the
airport to wave you off.
Cormac, you watch
out for them for me.
I wanna watch out for you.
You big ride.
No, no, no, no, no.
What are you doing?
Abigail Ross, will you
do me the honour...
Will you get up, Cormac? Please!
Huh? Please.
But I... thought...
Thank you.
Thank you for being a dote,
but we're fine as
we are. We're fine.
Right.
It's not because of the
cancer, you know. I-I...
I was gonna ask you at the
concert, with the poem.
Your Oscar Wilde.
Sergeant Collins
read it out instead.
Well, it'll have been
wasted on that lot.
Will you just all go on home
now and let me get some sleep?
Please? Please.
Hello?
Thank you for the lift. There was
no point in me just lying there.
Why did you write
the letter to Evelyn?
The Oscar Wilde poem.
"One world was not
enough for two,"
"like me and you."
Evelyn has that tattooed under her
breast. She thinks I don't know.
Did you write the letter from
Tommy to put her mind at rest?
Only Cormac would think to
propose with a break-up poem.
Tommy hurt your sister.
Just because I wrote a letter
doesn't mean I killed a man.
Could you pull over?
Sometimes I stand in
a field and scream,
just to let it out. The rage.
Otherwise it's bubbling up inside
me and I don't know what I'd do.
Sorry, could you pull over?
I understand what it's like
to be blown apart.
Will you pull over?
You killed Tommy, didn't you?
Please! Tell me
the truth, Abigail!
Oh, Jesus!
Are you going to
arrest me for the weed?
It's meant to be
good for the nausea.
It's good for everything.
Evelyn says your father
died young as well. Hm.
My eyebrows fell out,
morning after Dad.
They grew back eventually, but there
was a while there I was brow-less.
I don't mind facing
it now, but at 17...
I was a funny one as it was.
Did you ever talk to
anyone about it? No.
You can look inside
yourself too much, you know.
Cormac's been sleeping
with me for years,
couldn't tell you
one thing about me.
Look at me, having a
joint with the guard,
talking about the
meaning of life.
What was your father like?
Loud.
And you adored
him? I adored him.
Our dad was loud.
Always on the wind-up,
last man standing
at every party,
everybody's friend.
At least, that's what I
tell myself I remember.
You realise over the years,
you've created an impression of
a man you... never really knew.
And for someone that brilliant,
that amazing, to
want to leave you,
after your mam's only just gone
to leave three little girls
alone and in so much pain...
That hurts. Makes me angry.
He knew we'd find him.
I cut him down with a penknife.
He'd been learning to swim.
Christmas present. We'd all got
together to get him lessons.
My dad would go down to the sports
centre every Saturday morning,
joked he was gonna swim the
Atlantic all the way to Florida.
It was hot, really hot
more like Spain than Donegal.
He wanted me to go into
the sea with him...
But I was 15, I didn't want to be
seen splashing about in the water
with my dad in his
pants like a fool.
There was a girl in the
ice cream van I fancied.
So I said, "Go on in
yourself, you fuckwit."
I went and sat in the car
and listened to
one of my mixtapes
on the car cassette player,
ran down the battery.
Then the girl I fancied from
the van was at the window
and I thought, "Yes, here I go!"
And she said, "Isn't that
your father out in the water?"
And it was.
Out there in the sea,
my dad, being pushed
about by the waves.
I ran in to help him. I
swam as hard as I could.
I could hear people yelling
on the beach behind me,
but I just kept swimming,
and I reached him. I don't
know how, but I reached him,
and I tried to take the weight
of him, saying, "Come on, Daddy",
"come on, stop messing about."
But he was heavy.
So heavy in my hands,
and his flesh was like an
animal skin, shiny, bloated,
and then my feet hit the sand
and I was pulling
him towards the shore
and people were
standing watching me,
like I was in Jaws or something,
just standing watching
me bringing him in,
my heart... beating in my
throat a million times.
And I tried.
I tried to pump his heart,
but I was getting it wrong
and losing count, the panic.
My mam standing over me,
saying the Hail Marys
and me promising it
would all be fine,
this only happened
in the movies,
it didn't happen to people like
us. My daddy lying on the sand,
the cheeseburger he'd for lunch
spilling out of his mouth,
meat and chips and yellow
cheese... lying on the sand,
and I thought, "We'll
laugh about this tonight,"
"I'll rib you about the cheeseburger
and I'll tell you it's gross"
"and you'll make a promise never
to eat cheeseburgers again."
Because we were ordinary.
These things didn't
happen to people like us.
But it did.
He was gonna teach
me how to shave.
That's why I admire your family.
You held together.
We fell apart.
You would do anything to protect
those girls, I know that,
but what did Tommy do to
make you want him dead?
That's what I'm
trying to understand.
I thought it was the cows.
The wailing. Then I realised.
Evelyn didn't go near the
barn, hadn't since Dad,
but there she was...
in pieces on the floor,
sitting in blood,
and I thought, "She's done it."
"She's finally killed him."
But it was her blood.
I didn't know she was pregnant.
She was losing his baby
and there he was...
leering drunk,
holding himself up
against the wall.
Spitting at her...
calling her a freak.
It's sad how lovely boys
turn into terrible men.
Maybe I should have said
something to him then, but
Evelyn was my focus.
I had to take care of Evelyn.
So I carried her
up to the house,
and cleaned her up
in the bathroom, and
put her into my bed to sleep.
And then you went back.
I assumed he'd be gone.
I had to clear the
blood up off the floor,
I didn't want Evelyn or Florence
waking up to it the next morning.
But he was still there.
Standing in her blood
looking at me without
a flicker of guilt.
Proud of himself
thought he was cock of the walk
told me, bring out
Daddy's whiskey,
and toast him marrying Brid.
I tried to walk away from him,
and then he said
I had a nice arse.
Not as nice as my sister's, mind,
but he'd had hers already...
And then he tried to
put his hands on me
this man that I'd
let into our house,
kicking his boots off in our
daddy's chair, working his land,
and this
rage started boiling in me,
and I wanted him to know... he
couldn't do that to my sister.
And I shouldered him
like I would a cow.
I launched at him,
and I pushed him back,
right onto the spike
of the thresher.
And it went through his
cheek like... it was nothing.
And him looking at me
right at me.
With horror.
It's been... pulling
me down over 20 years.
Pulling me down, the shame
the shame and the guilt.
I was disgusted with myself.
But I'd do it again.
I would do it again.
Because he hurt
my little sister,
and we'd all been
hurting so much.
I couldn't let him
do it any more.
You moved his body to his farm.
To be safe. On your own?
'Tis no different than
carrying a dead calf.
I buried him in the
field up the front and
went to the wedding
the next day.
Painted my nails black
to cover the dirt.
Said someone had seen Tommy
getting the bus to Cork.
I took a bag of his clothes
and dumped them in a skip
a couple of weeks later.
And then the letter
a year later?
Evelyn was all over the place...
talking about going to find him.
So I wrote her a
letter from Tommy.
Stupid dumb fucking
thing to do, but
it stopped her saying his name.
Until the day the Flynn
Brothers put the sign up,
and I thought... "Here
we go." And you prepared.
I waited.
I waited for you to work it out.
To be honest, if the
guard had turned up
the day of Brid's wedding, I'd
have held my hands out for him.
But Sergeant O'Driscoll was useless,
couldn't solve a crossword puzzle.
You're much better.
Fresh eyes, I told you.
Let's go.
Oh, you'd better get
in the front with me.
Sorry. And... thank you.
So... what am I looking at?
Not got long left, so you won't
be getting your money's worth.
When we get back to the barracks,
we'll get you a solicitor.
Well, Florence and Evelyn
can deal with all of that.
We'll be questioning them.
My sisters have nothing
to do with this.
Where was Evelyn again
when it happened?
I'd put her to bed, she'd
just lost a baby, I told you.
And Florence? Florence
was with Susan that night,
I'd been turning a blind eye for
ages, one less thing to worry about.
I'm sorry. What are
you doing?! No! No!
HE CRIES
He was trying to save your life!
This is my area!
Oh, God.
I came to say well done.
Right. My tea, thanks.
Abigail Ross didn't
want to be saved.
There was nothing you could do.
It was a good funeral
for a murderess.
You'll have to keep me updated
on your love life, Linus,
now that you're single.
You'll have to do the same.
I know, he's obsessed.
It's fantastic.
I have to say, Sergeant Collins,
that my late husband would have
been very impressed with you.
Thank you. He was a great man.
I should hit the road. Yeah, I'll
see you out there in a minute.
Do you think the Ross' would
be selling their land now?
It would be triple
the bungalows. Triple?
Anthony Riordan is still
selling some of his land to us.
Though don't tell his
missus!
I'm sorry for your loss.
And we're sorry for, erm,
for what she did to you.
I liked your sister, very much.
It must have been hard for her,
carrying that secret alone for so
long. May she find some peace now.
May all of us. I'll
need you to make
a statement before you fly off.
Just procedure, confirming
what Abigail told me.
I'm, er, leaving for
San Francisco on Monday.
Well, you can drop into the
barracks tomorrow, won't take long.
Oh, and bring Susan with you,
too, just so she can confirm
that you were with her
the night that Tommy died.
Of course. Thank you, Sergeant.
You'll look after
yourself, won't you?
I'll be fine. And you?
Getting used to the single
life. And your fiance?
We might go for a
drink next week.
Just because we can get
married doesn't mean we should.
Yeah, you do what you want,
don't listen to anybody else.
And you don't have to be
a one-man band, you know.
Bring it here to me. Hm?
Thanks for coming,
and thanks for going.
I don't know, I kind
of like it here,
maybe I'll ask for a transfer,
move into the barracks...
Get back to the city!
I could've done something
if she'd told me.
She wasn't going to
do that to any of us.
Only woman to get a
proposal out of you, Cormac.
Oh, not now. I'm only
here to pay my respects.
You won't see me
again after Monday.
All those young California
girls with their suntans.
They won't be a patch on you.
I shouldn't have taken advantage
of you. It wasn't right.
I loved every minute of it.
Where's Florence run off to?
I don't know. Oh!
Her things are gone.
She's not answering her phone.
I think your sisters buried
Tommy's body together.
What are you going to do?
Please, PJ.
I need this to stop.
Please.
It's never worth
racing anywhere, is it?
I need to say something. Because if
I don't say it now, I never will.
Ah, don't do this, PJ. Patrick.
My dad used to call me Patrick.
You can call me
Patrick if you like.
You walk into a room
and my heart lights up.
I think you're incredible.
We could make each other happy.
I can't.
Sergeant? Mr Riordan.
Ah!
Whoa! Ah-ha!