Jack Taylor (2010): Season 3, Episode 1 - Jack Taylor: Cross - full transcript

Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.

What the fuck?

Little bollocks!

- Hey, Kate.
- Hey.

Come and have a look.

Who'd you kill to get this place?

You know old Mrs. Bailey
passed, God rest her soul.

Turns out yours truly was in her will.

And I quote, "For Mr. Taylor,
Galway's last true gentleman,

"I bequeath the sum of
70,000 euros in the hope

"that he'll never lose his battle
with the devil in his many forms."



I couldn't very well waste
it all on fags and booze.

There's hope for you yet.

Is that a housewarming pressie?

- Christ!
- Not quite. His name is John Willis.

That's all anyone has
been talking about lately.

They found traces of rohypnol in his body.

Last time he was seen was
in a nightclub with friends.

Security cameras pick up anything?

Since when were you handing out
Garda reports like free toffee?

This was supposed to be my case.

But Whelan informs me that,

"Although I'm a hugely valuable
asset to any investigation,

"a high-profile case like this should
be handled by a team from Dublin."

The Irish shit sandwich. Pat your
head as they kick your arse.



Now, John Willis dropped
out of school last year.

He started hanging out with
some unsavory individuals

with connections to drug dealing,

punishment beatings, prostitution.

Whelan's sure this is a punishment killing.

Why are you not buying it?

It's not me.

It's John Willis' mother,
Mary, who's not buying it.

She feels her son was a good lad.

Despite falling in with a bad lot.

She can't imagine
anybody hating him so much

that they'd kill him in such a brutal way.

She and every mother that lived.

I know how it sounds. But
Mary's an old family friend.

I'd help her myself, but my hands are tied.

I'm not on this case. You
know, I can't be butting in.

I'd love to help, but as you can
see, I'm kind of busy settling in.

Well, all you have to do is talk to Mary.
Then you can decide.

Kate, she's a grieving
mother wishing it wasn't so.

No, I'm sorry.

- Kate?
- By the way, Cody's out of rehab.

- Oh, yeah, yeah. No, I was gonna visit.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Ah, feck it.

You're looking good, fella.

I know I haven't visited in a while, but...

I thought I'd let you get your
bearings, get your strength back.

Always considerate, that's you.

Oh,
yeah. I've been meaning to give you this.

Elmore Leonard. You'll like him.

I'll tell you exactly what I'd like.

I'd like a hug.

Gobshite!

I'm serious. I want a hug.

How are you, Jack?

Hey, listen, Cody, if you're
fighting fit, we may have a case.

Yeah, um...

I got a green card.

What?

I'm taking Sheena to Boston.

Well, that's fantastic news, Cody.

Yeah. New beginnings, like.

I'm gonna miss you, Jack.

I'll miss you, too.

Hey.

Look after yourself, Cody.

Aye-aye, skip.

Mr. Taylor.

Thank you for coming, Mr. Taylor.

Kate's told us all about you.

Mr. Willis, I'm deeply sorry for your loss.

Now, the Gardai are following
a certain line of inquiry.

I gather you're not satisfied with it.

- You think I'm a foolish old mammy, don't you?
- Not at all.

So, what was John like?

An ordinary lad.

Played football, worked in a garage.

Tell me more about the
fellas he hung out with.

The Guards already asked those questions.

- Yeah...
- I told you, Mary. This was a mistake.

Now, all he's here for is money
and he sees we don't have any.

Forget about money.

I understand John dropped out of
school a year ago. Why was that?

He was doing so well at university.

But he lost his bearings after...

After what?

After his older brother,
Rory, ran away from home.

They were close, John and Rory?

Without Rory, it was like John
didn't know which way to go.

We tried to help him.

Do you have Rory's number?

We haven't heard from him in two years.

Does he know about his brother?

We don't know and we don't care.

This is wrong, Mary. The
Guards will deal with this.

So, if you're done here,
we'd like you to leave.

I'm sorry about my husband.

Dan can't take it all in.

Excuse me for prying, Mary,

but do you know why Rory ran away?

Why do you want to know?

This about John, not Rory.

Oh, you're right. It's probably nothing.

Rory had just graduated.

He was driving down to meet
his girlfriend when he...

It was a woman on a bicycle.
She was killed instantly.

Rory was to stand trial for manslaughter.

But Rory didn't show up.

- It happens.
- Not to Rory.

Mary!

John used to joke that Rory
should have become a priest.

So, running away was out of character?

Yes. And his father can't forgive him that.

He can't forgive Rory for being human.

And he can't forgive John for dying.

Boston?

Emigrating. Jesus.

It won't be easy on them.

They'll be grand.

Yeah.

Right, here it is.

"Fatal car accident. Pedestrian
hit, name Nora Mitchell."

"Mrs. Mitchell grew up in Galway City
but moved to Belfast in her 20s.

"She's survived by her husband, Robert,
and her two children, Sean and Gail."

And this is from Nora Mitchell's funeral.

Anything else?

Well, there's this.

From the son when Rory
didn't show up at the trial.

If you think you can kill someone and
get away with it, Rory Willis...

You can run but you can't hide.

There's no place to hide away from justice.
It will find you.

Hear me? We'll fucking find you.

Shit. Maybe Mammy Willis is wrong.

This is about Rory.

Hey! Good day?

It is now.

Come here!

Good seeing you.

Thank you. Come here to me.

Look at this.

Hey, little girl.

Hake in tempura.

Yum!

Aisling speaking.

I see.

Okay.

Thank you. Talk to you later.

What was that about?

Just work. Everything is fine.

Mummy, Mummy. Mummy.

Rory.

Ais. Ais.

Come in.

Do you want a drink of water?

Yeah. Thanks.

What's her name?

Danielle.

How old is she?

Why were you never in touch?
Not a phone call. Nothing.

I wanted you to get on with
your life. To have a life.

You know?

It looks like you did.

Well, she must be... Two.

Look, Rory, I want to talk.

God knows just how much
but Gary will be home soon.

They killed John, Aisling.

It was the Mitchells, I'm sure.

They're not gonna stop until they find me.

Well, it said on the news that The
Guards think John was involved...

No. It needs to end, okay?

I made a mistake and John paid for it.

It was a mistake.

- I can't do this without you, okay?

Okay. We'll meet tomorrow at
lunchtime. We'll talk then.

No. I need an answer. Will you help?

Yes, yes. I will. I will.

- Okay. I will, I will.
- No more secrets.

Ais! Ais!

You're not going to believe this,
he went for it.

He's putting up the capital.

This is going to be so great for us.

What is it?

I need to tell you something.

Rise and shine,
Kate! Get your arse in gear...

Sorry, mate, Kate's not decent.

But you are?

That's in the eye of the beholder.

Yeah, no kidding.

Can I offer you a cup of
herbal tea while you wait?

You can, if you want a punch in the face.

You must be Jack Taylor.
I thought you'd be taller.

I'm working on it.

Hey. For fuck's sake,
Darragh! Put something on.

I never figured you for the toy boy type,
Noonan.

He's my cousin from Manchester,
for my sins.

You run that check on the Mitchells?

Yeah. They're Belfast-based.

Bob Mitchell is a tiler.

Daughter, Gail, worked
as a beautician's assistant

but quit her job soon after
the death of her mother.

The son, Sean, he works with the father.

But none of this has anything
to do with John Willis.

You saw that video that Sean posted.

I've seen worse and it doesn't prove

that they had anything to do
with John Willis' death.

It doesn't prove it, no,

but it's possible the Mitchells'
lust for revenge is so strong,

they killed John in order to
lure Rory back to Galway.

Why wait two years to make a move?

I don't know. John's
funeral is this afternoon.

If I'm right, someone will show
up, Rory, the Mitchells, someone.

If I'm wrong, we'll only
have wasted an afternoon.

I can't go to the funeral.

There will be a crowd. I could
use an extra pair of eyes.

I said I can't go. And
you! Stay out of trouble.

Unless trouble comes to me.

Taylor. I have a proposal.

If you clock one or more of them, text me.
That's it. Nothing more.

Darragh, not a word of this to Kate.

Do I look stupid to you?

Do you want me to answer that?

I'm not the one hiring a convicted
drug dealer for surveillance work.

Drug dealer?

I lent my flat to a mate.
He used it for growing pot.

The judge wanted to make an example of me

so he slammed me with
three years in Belmarsh.

You made it through Belmarsh in one piece?

On the inside, you have two choices.

You either become like them,
or you become a victim.

Which did you choose?

I found a third way. I realized
that the fundamental delusion

of reality is to suppose that I
am here and you are out there.

Confucius.

Well, consider me confused.

...with faith and hope in eternal life,

let us assist him with our prayers.

Let us pray to the Lord also for ourselves.
May we who mourn

be reunited one day
with our brother John...

...to glory with you and the
resurrection and the life.

Amen.

Jack.

How's himself?

He passed away, God rest his soul.
The cancer took him.

I'm sorry. I didn't know.

It's the pity of it.

And I don't have enough for a
headstone to mark his grave.

We can't have that.

Here, this will get you started.

God bless you, love.

What are you running for?

Jesus, you all right? You sure you're okay?

I'm fine. Really.

I wasn't going to...

You don't need to explain anything to me.

Come on, let me get you a coffee.

No, really, I'm okay.

Ah, go on. Get out of this rain.

Looking for something, Taylor?

I'd say I found something.

A true finder. And a formidable enemy.

I reckon we should be scared of you?

Oh, I scare myself.

Here's the thing, Taylor, I'm
no good at making threats.

No, you're doing grand.

So we can decide here and now,
war or peace?

War? I just came to talk.

We have nothing to say.

Nice hammer, son. You got
any nails to go with that?

Don't need nails to bash your head in.

- You'll beg for mercy!
- Sean.

What are you doing,
Dad? Nobody will miss him.

That's enough!

Not here. Not now.

That's it.

Told you I was no good at this.

Kids? Can't live with them,
can't crucify them.

I'd like you to leave.

The Crane Bar is down the road.
I'll buy you a pint.

My son almost killed you.

Now you want to have a drink with me?

I'm not picky.

Some other time.

I'll be there tonight, around
midnight, if you feel like a jar.

It's a chamomile-manucka infusion.
Steadies the nerves.

Try it.

Thank you. It's nice.

That a Belfast accent?

Afraid so. The wrong side of the
fence from where you're sitting.

"There is no wrong side, just the
other side and the other side is us."

Haven't heard that one before.

It's from the writings
of Confucius. Buddhism.

You're religious?

Buddhism isn't exactly a religion,

it's more a way of creating harmony
between yourself and the world.

Trying to convert me?

No. Looks like you've
already made that choice.

You're right, I have.

I'm Darragh, by the way.

Gail.

How long you been in Galway, Gail?

Few weeks. You?

Just back.

I was born down the road but my parents
moved to Manchester when I was three.

Haven't been here since.

So, coming back here, it's all new to you.

"The new and the old
merge in a sea of now."

You answer everything in quotes?

I make them up when I'm nervous.

Why are you nervous?

Don't know.

Maybe something in the tea.

I've got to get going. Thank
you for the tea, Darragh.

Listen, if you ever feel the
need to talk, give me a shout.

Thank you. I'll be fine.

Or if you'd like to go for a drink,
you can find me at the Havana.

Thank you.

A private detective has sniffed us out.

Gail!

We have a situation.
We have to deal with it.

For Christ's sake, Darragh! You were
only supposed to keep a lookout.

Not make contact.

She tried to step in front of a car. I
wasn't going to leave her on her own.

Right.

What did you make of her?

Suffers from depression but seems normal.

I liked her.

You liked her. Right.

That's way enough
sleuthing for you. Thanks.

Thanks for what?

The lad bought me a pint.

I'm heading.

Later.

Cheers!

What the hell are you up to with Darragh?

You're in a hoor of a mood these
days, Noonan. What gives?

Nothing.

Don't mess with a messer.

So the Mitchells are in Galway and
they staked out John Willis' funeral.

They're out for revenge. I'm sure they
killed John to bait Rory back to Galway.

Evidence?

None, but haul the Mitchells in,
work them over.

I can't haul anyone
in. I'm not on this case.

And if I'm presenting Whelan with
anything, it's got to be foolproof.

Not some half-arsed theory.

Fuck's sake,
Kate. You need to do something.

If Rory's in town and
the Mitchells find him...

I've got a lump.

A what?

A lump. On my left breast.

I had a biopsy today.
I'm waiting on results.

Christ.

Please don't mess with Darragh.

Kate, wait...

We've scoured every corner for Rory Willis.

That private detective is not stupid.

It won't be long before
The Guards are on to us.

You've taken this too far.

We haven't taken this far enough!

Rory is in town. I can feel it.

They took from us. We've taken from them.

You don't want to get your hands dirty.

You'd rather see Mam burn in the flames
of injustice forever, wouldn't you?

What? No. They're on to us.

You can't get away with this.
We have to get out of here.

I've put up with this for long enough!

Your mother is with our Lord in heaven.

What you're seeing is in your mind.
It's not real.

Rory Willis must pay.

And until that day comes, you are going
to stay here and do exactly as I say.

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Gail, he's going to fucking die!

Help me!

Help me!

Dad!

Take these.

- Rory will come.
- Dad!

And he will be nailed to the cross...

Call an ambulance! Maybe we can save him!

And I will watch every last second

of his agonizing descent into hell.

Gail!

Dad.

Dad?

Go back to the Willis house, Sean.

Rory will show.

Now, Sean!

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Go ahead, Sean.

Mam is in the doorway watching you.

Do you want to go against
her will just like Dad?

Go.

Rory Willis. He went missing two years ago.

Willis?

Is that the Willis' of the Bohermore,

or the Willis' of the Claddagh?

I believe you'll find it's
the Willis' of Salthill.

The Willis' of Salthill died
with old Michael Francis,

three years ago, so they did.

Michael Francis isn't dead. I only
saw him the week before last.

And the week before that,
you saw John F. Kennedy

eating a cheeseburger in Supermacs!

Lads, lads! Focus!

Some bad people are after Rory.

If he's in town, we need to
find him before they do.

We're the cavalry, so?

You're the cavalry, Padraic.

Pinot noir?

I didn't think you touched red.

I don't.

There you are.

Feeding my addictions.

This thing, you know, the lump in your...

If you want to talk about it,

I'm here, you know, for you.

Something funny?

Trying to be my girlfriend.

Right. Forget it.

No, Jack, I appreciate it, I do.

I did a bit of research,
and the prognosis is good.

- I know.
- It's not a death sentence.

I know.

You'll sail through this. I know you will.

Jack, relax.

You're more worried about it than I am.

I bloody well am, Kate.

I'll be grand.

Hey, Gail!

Good to see you.

Go on. Piss off. Yeah.

Look, she's with me.

And I said piss off!

I'm going to take you for a drink.

It's rude to push.

Is there going to be a problem?

Sure.

Let's go.

Do you come with a white horse?

Let me show you to the stables.

- There you go.
- Thank you.

I haven't been to a club in ages.

Lose the appetite for it?

No. My mum passed away.

I'm so sorry.

No, it's okay. I had a lot of support.

And I found something that helped me.

Religion.

More than that.

My mum, she spoke to me,

and told me that my life still had meaning,

and that I shouldn't give up.

You can mock it all you like.

No, you got me all wrong.

I was in a pretty bad place, myself.

I was... Well, I was in the slammer.

You do not look like...

A criminal?

I was a different person back then.

But, um...

I would have died inside
if I'd not found this book.

Confucius?

Yeah.

It was like it spoke to me.

Rules for living.

For existing in a state of balance.

Made you see the world differently?

Saved my life.

Well, here's to us religious nuts.

We're closed.

Christy.

You poor fecker.

You must be Gail.

You must be the private eye.

I was just about to call
emergency services,

but I'm afraid your father is...

Would you like some apple tart?

Excuse me?

Some people like chips
or a fry after a night out.

I like apple tart.

That's one way to
contaminate a scene of death.

What do you want, Taylor?

Do you think she'd be proud of
what you've done in her name?

Leave my mother out of this.

I don't think he was. I
think he'd had enough.

Did you kill him? Or was it Sean?

God punished Bob Mitchell.

I'm pretty sure God has an alibi.

Don't blaspheme in this house.

I'll tell you what's blasphemy.

Nailing an innocent young man to
a cross and watching him die.

This is all very interesting,

but you can't prove anything.

Justice isn't always in the courtroom.

I'm going to give you one
warning, Taylor. Just one.

Stay away from me,

and I might just lose interest in you.

There's the catch, my girl.

I've no intention of staying
away from you, or your brother.

Well then, sleep lightly, Taylor,

because I will be standing
over your bed sometime.

You'll wake up,

you're going to smell the petrol fumes,

and the last thing you are going to hear

is the sound of my match strike.

I'll be expecting you so.

Might even get to show you the
Irish version of a cross.

What are you talking about?

Much like you did to John Willis,

with one difference.

And that would be?

More nails.

He had a heart condition.

Medication was found near the body.

Looks like natural causes.

Nothing natural about Gail.

There's something very wrong with her.

I just spoke with her.
She seems grief-stricken.

She was very close to her father.

It's an act. She's cold around the heart.

Yeah?

Thanks for letting me
know. I'll be right over.

Please don't disturb the patient.

He's about to go into surgery.

Ah, Padraic, who did this to you?

Didn't...

Take it easy.

I... I found him.

Rory. He's there.

The back of Cemetery Cross estate.

Boarded...

Boarded-up house.

Sir?

Okay, listen up.

Two crucifixions in two weeks.

A positive ID on this victim is a priority.

Sir, can I have a word?

I want the usual canvassing of the area,

appeals for witnesses, and I want more.

The victim's name is Rory Willis.

How do you know?

We're truly sorry for your loss.

Why didn't he come to us, Mary?

Why didn't Rory come home?

He can't have run away,
Mam. He wouldn't dare.

I've been temporarily suspended.

- What?
- I had to tell Whelan everything.

About the Mitchells being in town.

About your meeting with them.

About the files I copied.

Christ on a bike!

And that's not all.

Mary Willis called. She wants you to stop.

She says she has
nothing to live for anymore.

It's over.

No, it's not.

Jack, we don't have any evidence

against Gail and Sean.
Whelan will handle this now.

We'll crack this,

and make Whelan look like the idiot he is.

Then, he'll have to take you back.

Come on.

Find out who she is.

My guess is she's Rory's old girlfriend.

Whelan and his team

will be putting these same pieces together.

Then get there before they do.

I've just been suspended.

If Whelan finds out I'm still
meddling, he'll fire me on the spot.

Then make sure he doesn't find out.

Now, quit moaning and get on with it,
Noonan.

Any news on the biopsy yet?

Hey, Taylor!

I heard Gail Mitchell's
dad died last night.

Yeah. So?

I was on a date with Gail last night.

- You what?
- I think she likes me.

Okay. I have to stop you right there.

Gail and her brother, Sean,
are involved in murder.

I sensed she had issues.

Issues? She's a fricking psychopath.

Don't make her less interesting.

What time were you together?

Uh, from about 10:00 to midnight.

Why? Is Gail a suspect?

Did something happen last night?

- Just stay away from Gail.
- I could be useful to you.

Gail likes talking to me. I might
get some information out of her.

You might also get killed.

"A life without risks
is a life half lived."

Just stay the hell away.

Kate would... Ah, Jesus.

It doesn't bear thinking about.

You?

- I told you, "One warning."
- Who's counting?

- I underestimated you.
- Yeah, you did.

Now let me go.

You got there before me, but
let me tell you something.

The game's not over yet.

Am I supposed to understand
what you're talking about?

I'm talking about Rory Willis.

What about him?

That's good, Gail.

I found him this morning. Crucified.

Like you and Sean left him.

You're lying?

You're lying?

The Guards will be here
soon to interview you.

They'll be digging
into every little detail.

They won't stop until
they've found the evidence

they're looking for.

That's very good, Gail.

But it's wasted on me.

You hate me.

What?

I can see it in your eyes.

You want to kill me.

Then do it now. Please.

Please.

Oh, no, my girl.

If I do you, it will be on me own terms.

And unlike you, I'll get away with it.

Darragh? Meet me in the Crane.

- Hi.
- Hi.

I'm Detective Garda Kate Noonan.

I was wondering if I could
have a few words with you?

Yeah, sure. Come on in.

She's not feeling the best at the moment.

Maybe some other time.

It's about Rory Willis.

He was found murdered this morning.

Oh, my God.

Come in.

How?

Crucified. Same as his brother.

Had you seen, or heard from Rory?

He still had your photo.

He never forgot about you.

I find it hard to believe
that he wasn't in touch.

She told you already.
Are you calling her a liar?

If he rang or texted you, mobile
phone records will show this.

He was in touch.

Two days ago, I met him.

He changed. He didn't look good.

What did he want?

He never told me to wait for him.

In fact, before he left, two
years ago, he told me not to.

He told me to get on with my life.

Come on. It's okay.

Hey, it's okay.

Did he tell you what his plans were?

No. Like I said, he changed.

There was stuff going on in his head.

I don't know.

If I'd gone to see The Guards,
he'd still be alive now.

That's nonsense, and you know it.

That's enough, now.

It's possible she has DID.

- Here you go, Jack.
- She has what?

DID. Uh, dissociative identity disorder.

Or otherwise known as multiple
personality disorder.

It means one part of her can do something

that the other part is
completely unaware of.

And just how, exactly,
do you know all that?

I did my master's in cognitive
psychology while at Belmarsh.

I also happen to be enrolled for
my doctorate at Galway University.

Well, Sigmund,

how do you feel about going back to Gail?

Really?

What happened to,
"Stay the hell away from her."

Ah, it's probably a mistake.

No, no, no! Um, you're right.

I'll pay her a visit.

Right. Fine.

One question, Darragh.

Sure.

Why do you want to stick
your neck out like this?

You don't have to.

Research. Purely research.

Don't get too close. No heroics.

You sense something's not right,
you get out.

Hey. You all right?

I, heard about your dad.

I came to offer my condolences.

You're very quiet.

Gail asked me to kill her.

Shit.

She wanted to die. Genuinely.

You said yourself she
was good at pretending.

In this case, I don't think she was.

Has Sean been located?

I spoke with a mate down at the
station an hour ago. No sign of Sean.

If Sean did kill Rory,
why didn't he let Gail know?

Maybe Bob kept a certain
balance in the family.

Now that he's gone, there's a struggle
going on between Sean and Gail.

Sean struck without her knowledge,
doesn't want to face her.

But then why leave a hammer incriminating
himself? It doesn't make sense.

Let's go through

everything again, from the beginning.

Ah, you look knackered, Kate. Go home.

And do what? Lie awake worrying
about my biopsy results?

Quit moaning, Taylor, and get on with it.

Everything's gone.

What do you mean?

Um, when Mum died, I stopped living.

I just went through the motions.

I tried hard to cope and...

When I woke up in hospital, Mum was
standing at the end of the bed.

I thought I was still asleep, but I wasn't.

I was wide awake.

Must have made you happy to see her again.

Yes.

That's exactly how I felt.
I didn't feel scared or sad.

I felt the happiest I've ever been.

She told me that my life was worth living.

That I could bring meaning to her death.

I had a mission.

You think I'm crazy.

Maybe. But, who isn't?

I know nothing about you.

Friends. Family.

Where you live.

Do you have another girl?

Okay, cards on the table.

I was curious about you,
so I looked you up.

I saw the news reports about the
accident that killed your mother.

I saw about Rory Willis, escaping trial.

I saw the video that your brother
posted, threatening Rory,

but as far as I'm concerned
it changes nothing.

Why not?

When, when you look at me,

I don't want you to see a jailbird.

I don't want you to judge me
by my past, or my mistakes.

I want you to see me.

When I look at you, I see you.

Nothing else.

Everything okay?

All fine. Just nipping out for some fags.

What is it, Mum?

Yes. Of course, you're right.

Darragh?

Darragh?

I just wanted to say goodbye
to him one last time.

Hello, Mr. Taylor.

Hey, Grace.

Ah, look at you, Jack.
Still a slave to that muck.

Father Malachy. Still slinging
stones in glass houses?

- I've given up the dirty fags, I have.
- Yeah?

- How's that going for you?
- Mighty!

No craving at all. Not a bit of it.

It's a miracle.

This fecking thing gets smaller every week.

You sure you're not getting bigger?

What is it, Jack?

Jesus wept!

Something wrong?

Yeah.

What?

I'll explain on the way. Come on.

- Jesus, Jack. It's pretty flimsy.
- It fits, though.

It's a theory. It's not evidence.

We'll get a confession.
Then we don't need evidence.

Soon, Mam. Soon.

You're a good liar, Darragh.

I never lied.

I believed you.

Do you have any idea how
stupid that makes me feel?

How much that hurts?

Gail, I... I'm sorry.

I saw a future with you.

I've never felt like that with anyone else.

I understand what you're going through.
I wasn't making that up.

Why should I believe you?

Because I care! I can't fake that.

Gail!

Gail!

You fucking bitch!

- You fucking psycho bitch!
- Sean.

Get out! Get out!

Get the fuck out!

Seanie, why are you so upset?

Don't you try that shit with me, Gail.

You killed Dad!

You're going to pay for what you did.

I miss him too. Do you not
think he'd be proud of you?

What?

You did it. You killed Rory.

You got justice for Mam.

You're... You're not mad at me?

I am. Of course I am.

Rory was mine and you took him from me.

But that's okay. I understand why you did.

Don't forget, the job's not finished.

There's still Mary and Dan Willis.

- There's something I need to tell you.-

Seanie. It's okay.

You did well.

You did well.

Gail!

Jesus Christ!

Hold that there. Look at me! Sean!

Get up.

- He'll die.
- Move.

You just keep pressing down. Okay?

As hard as you can.

Move!

Hallway!

Put your hands up.

Kneel.

If you're going to do it, do it now.

Put it on.

Gail?

I love you, Darragh.

Gail!

My name is Jack Taylor. I'd like
to speak with your wife, please.

A detective inspector showed up yesterday.

We told him that a Detective
Noonan had already been here.

He said if Detective Noonan ever showed
up again, not to answer any questions.

What is it, Gary?

Nothing. These people are just leaving.

I know why Rory ran.

I know the truth.

This is a photo from the scene of the
accident that killed Nora Mitchell.

See the position of the driver seat?

There's no way a big fella
like Rory could fit in.

Doesn't mean anything.

Why did Rory take the blame?

She's given detailed statements to the
Gardai yesterday and two years ago.

Why do you keep bothering us?

- Please, can you not just leave us alone...
- Gary, stop.

We were at a party.

I was never a big drinker
but it was graduation, so...

Rory wanted to leave
the car but... I insisted...

Don't, Ais, you don't need
to talk to these people. No!

Stop.

Please.

I had just got a position
with the law firm.

If I was found guilty of manslaughter
with alcohol in my body,

that was the end of everything.

So,
Rory... Rory insisted on taking the rap.

Why?

I'll get her.

Because that's what Rory was like.

He loved me.

And he said he wasn't going
to stand by and do nothing

while my future went up in flames.

When it came to the trial, he...

He realized he couldn't stand up
and lie in front of everyone.

His parents especially.

So, he left.

And I got the future I always wanted.

Just not with Rory.

Hello, Mary.

Dan.

It's a lovely home you have here.

What are you doing?

I'd like to think that under
different circumstances,

our two families could have gotten along.

Ah, Mary.

I wouldn't do that.

- I'd prefer not to have to use this.

It might dilute the experience.

What, you think we're afraid to die?

After everything you've put us through?

Let me tell you something. We want to die.

I understand that, Dan.

Do you know why?

Because I feel the same.

But it's not the same!

Because Rory didn't kill
your mother on purpose.

Then why did he run? Only the guilty run.

Do you know what's funny?

The last two years,

all I've thought about is
your son and your family.

And yet, we're still strangers, you and I.

So let's get to know one
another before it's too late.

Throw me your phone.

Stay with me, Sean.

There was something you wanted
to say to Gail. It was important.

Wasn't it? What was it?

I'll try.

Throw me the phone.

Yeah?

Shite. Are you okay?

Go to the Mitchells'
house. Darragh's there.

- Darragh?
- You can bollock me out of it later. Go!

Aisling! I need your car!

I'll drive.

- I bet you go to Sunday Mass, Mary.

Mummy used to go every day.

We used to make fun of her, Sean and me.

All that praying, and for what?
I mean, does anybody listen?

As it turns out, the answer is yes.

God does listen, and he does answer.

You just have to look for the signs.

But to be honest, Mary,

praying will not help you now.

Darragh!

He's in there. Sean.

Sean? Sean?

Sean, stay with me.

Sean?

Sean, I'm going to press, okay?

Stay with me, Sean. Look at me.

I'm going to press hard,
okay? Ambulance is coming.

Mary! Open up!

In here! Quickly!

Help us! Please!

No.

I'm glad you'll be on this
journey with us, Taylor.

Don't do it. Don't.

They didn't do anything.

They have to pay for what Rory did.

That's the thing. It wasn't Rory.
You've got the wrong family.

You're lying.

Rory wasn't driving.

It was his girlfriend, Aisling.

It's true.

I should never agreed
to Rory taking the blame,

but I was scared and I was selfish and
I thought it was going to be okay.

No.

We made love, he said goodbye and I
thought I'd see him the next day.

- Shut up!
- The worst thing is,

I just continued. I found somebody else.

I just felt I deserved all the
success, all the happiness.

I'm the one who should die.

I'm sorry, Mary.

Mam.

Mam, come back.

Why didn't you tell me?

Why didn't you tell me?

You okay?

I've been through worse.

Three years in Belmarsh. I bet you have.

Mary Willis?

We got there in time,

thanks to you.

Get ready, pal, we're going down.

Kate. Now, Darragh was just helping out...

Before you say anything, consider this.

I am a fully grown human being
capable of making my own decisions

and nobody drags me into
anything unless I choose to.

So, if you do feel like hitting
somebody, then hit me.

- Jesus Christ!
- Kate, come on! Will you...

Fucking hell! Noonan!

Yo!

You come for second helpings?

Gobshite.

Look, we've got a problem. Whelan's
been roasting Gail and Sean.

They admit to John Willis' murder,

but they deny any
involvement in Rory's death.

Yeah.

Going far?

Just a weekend trip to
get away from everything.

I understand that Mary and Dan
Willis don't want you to confess

to running down Nora Mitchell.

Yes. It's incredibly kind of them.

They said they don't
want another family ruined.

What do you people want?

One or two questions, if you don't mind?

Be quick about it so.

Did you meet up with Rory Willis?

No.

You knew that if Rory told the truth,

your whole existence would go up in smoke.

Your wife,
a junior partner in the law firm,

dragged through the courts,
possibly found guilty, struck off.

True, but none of that happened.

Records show that a text message
was sent from Aisling's phone

on the night of Rory's murder,
asking to meet.

I didn't... I didn't...

You went to persuade him to change
his mind, but he wouldn't be swayed.

Just like Rory Willis, you loved Aisling.

Just like Rory Willis, you were willing
to do anything to protect her.

And on the spur of the moment, you did.

You can't believe this.

The crucifixion was an afterthought.

Well, thank you for dropping
by and enlightening us.

Come on, honey, let's go.

Ais, come on.

DNA traces were found in the
house where Rory was killed.

I wonder if you'd volunteer to do a swab.

It will only take a sec.
Just to eliminate you.

Gary?

This is all shite.

Come on.

Just get in!

Jesus...

When I went to meet him,
someone was already there.

A young lad. He was...

He was mad. He was
coming at Rory with a hammer.

But Rory was stronger.

He gave him a walloping. The lad ran.

I realized I shouldn't have
been there and I left.

But he saw me.

Told me to come in.

We talked but he wouldn't listen to reason.

He asked me when we met, you and I.

He asked...

He asked when we slept together first.

And he said Danielle is his, not mine.

She's his and a paternity
test would prove it.

I don't remember what happened next.

My mind just went blank.

No!

I couldn't let him take
everything away from us.

Good man, Christy! Have another one on me!

What's your poison?

Carrot juice, actually.

You're a real badass, aren't you?

Slainte.

I think I figured it out.

Figured what out?

All the shite you went through,

dating a serial killer, being knocked out.

Most people would be
in shock-induced trauma.

You, you're drinking a carrot juice.

What's wrong with carrot juice?

I'll tell you my theory.

I think you sensed Gail was bad
news right from the start.

You knew she and her family
might be involved in murder.

Instead of putting you off, it
made her more attractive to you.

- Academic interest.
- Nah, you like it. Gives you a rush.

Is that your theory?

You, ladeen, are a danger junkie.

My hobbies include reading, Confucianism,

and entertaining young ladies.

They most certainly do not include playing
chicken with oncoming freight trains.

Sure, keep telling yourself that.

- Hey.
- Well, it worked.

What worked?

Two murders, two confessions.

I made the new super look real
good in front of the Dublin crowd.

I'm provisionally back in the fold.

Hallelujah!

Here's to you, Jack.

By the way,
I got you that housewarming pressie.

Housewarming... Yeah?

Come on. I'll show you.

This better be good.

Okay.

That was good.

I got the results.

It's malignant.

Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.