Striking Out (2017–…): Season 2, Episode 6 - Episode #2.6 - full transcript

In 100 meters, turn left.

Turn left now.

Turn left and continue
for 100 meters.

♪ Let me disappear ♪

Continue straight
for 100 meters.

Your destination
is in 100 meters.

Hey!

Hey.

How do I get over to you?

I don't know. Um, swim?

Yeah. Absolutely.



I'll come...

- I'll go around to you.
- All right. Yeah.

Hey.

Hi!

Come this way.

Come on.

♪ Disappear ♪

Yes.

Whoa!

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Let me show you something.

- Step out here.
- Okay.

Open your eyes
in three, two, one.

Did you rent this place?



No.

I was thinking of buying it.

It's nice, isn't it?

So are you staying?

You're not going back
to your tropical paradise?

That's up to you.

I don't think you
should go back just yet.

- No?
- No.

♪ Is this what
love looks like? ♪

♪ It is breaking down ♪

♪ Turns on itself ♪

♪ Melts the flesh
from the bone ♪

♪ Oceans empty
drop by drop by drop ♪

♪ No shock and awe ♪

♪ Slow and steady she goes ♪

♪ No Jesus, no wrecking ball ♪

Lucy.

Hi there. Can I help you?

Oh.

I'm Lucy's replacement.

Replacement? Where did she go?

No idea, I'm afraid.

Sorry. Uh, gone for how long?

For good, I was told.

Can I get you anything?

- You're Mr...
- Dunbar.

I'm so sorry, Mr. Dunbar.

Good morning, everyone.

We are basking in
the warm afterglow

of the sinking of Fitz's ship.

Our inquiry was becoming
an object of ridicule.

Well, they're not laughing now.

Fitz fell on his sword or...
'cause I don't see him as a man

to selflessly
sacrifice himself...

Was pushed onto his
sword to protect McGrath.

That's the only
possible conclusion.

Thanks, Ray. Good
to have you on board.

There must be so
much more to hide.

Back to work, my lovelies.

Oh. This is nothing.
He invited us over for...

Tell me about your
little pal Ray Lamont.

You keep him out of this.

Oh, I can keep him out
of it... If you cooperate.

This is our man... Gerry Wade.

He's the guy who dispatched
the guards who arrested Ray.

- What division is he in?
- Fraud.

So a superintendent
from the fraud squad

had two ordinary
guards from the port

schlep across
town and fit up Ray.

Why?

Doing someone a favor.

Richard Dunbar, perhaps.

I've been following him.

Nothing yet,
but I'll keep on it.

Meg, I'm not sure
that I have the budget.

It's on me.

Well, Richard Dunbar, actually.

He's given me a retainer.

Well, that's perfect.

Thanks.

Lucy?

Hey.

Eric? Have you found anything?

That York met your father?

Lucy's gone.

What? What do you
mean, she's gone?

All her stuff is gone.

I asked her to find
the visitors' log,

and she just disappeared.

Nobody disappears.

Where are you?

At her flat.

Uh, I'm just going to
drop out for a minute.

Sure.

- What do you want?
- I need to talk to you.

- Okay. Talk. Quickly.
- Okay.

You're not getting
it, Steve. I have a job.

Listen to me. There's
some serious shit going on.

Uppers day today, is it?

Hello. Can you give
me a minute, please?

I just tried to warn
you. What the fuck?

Steve, sorry.

Save it.

Hello?

- Hi.
- Eric?

I'm so sorry. It all
happened in such a rush.

What happened in a rush?

The job.

I applied months ago.
I thought it was gone.

And... And then bang...
Klinsman and Pfeiffer.

It's New York.

Right.

Come on. You can visit.

Uh...

Yeah, I got to say,
Lucy, I'm a bit confused,

because... I thought
we were onto something.

I thought we had a good thing,

and the next minute,
you just up and disappear.

I'm sorry.

It was fun, but was it
ever really that serious?

Really?

Eric?

Call you back.

Hey, Eric.

What's wrong? Is there trouble?

What's all this?

This is my new office.

Dad didn't tell you, did he?

He asked me to help
him out with something.

I need to head out
and meet them, actually.

Don't get jealous.

If you like it that
much, we can swap.

Ray, don't you think you should

put that infernal
contraption down?

We have work to do.

And print, and we have McGrath.

McGrath's kids, three years
ago, posted on social media.

You're showing me holiday snaps.

Aw, come on, Vinnie. Keep up.

Same winch, same
gimbal and compass,

same yacht.

Minister McGrath's family
holidaying on Fitzjames' yacht

six months after he awarded
Fitzjames the hospital contract.

"I never had any dealings,

business or social,
with Mr. Fitzjames

before or after his bidding
for the hospital contract."

- Verbatim.
- Naturally.

And doubtless there
are other favors...

Favors we're going to find.

These people are so sloppy.

Bookworm, dig out McGrath's
financial disclosures for me.

Do we have them?

TDs have to publish their
financial affairs every year.

Do they? Sounds interesting.

McGrath's weren't...
At first sight.

Here we are.

I didn't sign up for a
nuisance-call service.

Why don't you try being nice?

It might just work.

I doubt that. What do you want?

Well, I've been thinking
more about sticking around

like we talked about,
but on two conditions.

First, you acknowledge

that we aren't actually
cheating on anyone,

particularly he who
must not be named,

and second, that
you agree to a tryst.

A tryst?

A night away.

Totally discreet,
watertight, you and me.

Okay.

Yeah?

Yes.

Okay.

Well, I'll set something
up for next week.

Okay. Bye.

Tara?

Can we have a minute?

Hello. George Cusack.

Yes. Actually,
she's... expected later.

I'll tell her. Of course.

Thanks. Bye-bye.

You know why I'm here.

I want to apologize.

Humbly.

You told me the woman was dead.

You lied.

As you've already experienced,

over which my
heart broke for you,

life can be complicated.

People in longstanding
relationships

frequently drift apart.

- You need to consider...
- I'm not a jury, Judge Rafferty.

I know there is one simple truth

tucked into your
silken hyperbole.

You're hurting my mother.

Yes.

I'm sorry and
ashamed about that.

I will make it right.

I promise you.

Does Mum know?

I don't think so.

If you're looking
for a confirmation

that I'm not gonna say anything
to her, you're not gonna get it.

Vincent has been calling,

and Meg came through with...

That was clearly pretty
heavy with your dad.

You can trust
me. I'm a solicitor.

My father is having an affair.

Do I tell my mother?

Anybody who says there's
a simple answer to that

is emotionally stunted.

What would you
prefer if you were Irene?

Would you want to be
told or not to be told?

I'm not Irene.

You're the nearest
living thing to Irene.

There's a thought.

It's a realization we all have
to come to with our mothers.

Well?

I'd want to be told.

Sarah, do you happen
to have the visitors' log?

- You mean this one?
- The old ones.

Yeah.

Oh, that's strange. They're
not here, Mr. Dunbar.

What about the
meeting-room records?

Yeah.

I'll bring them back.

McGrath's financial disclosures

include nothing
of significance...

Shares in a bank,
nice family home.

However, sins of omission.

Before the bidding for
the hospital and... after.

Spot the difference.

Crystal Palace.

Sixty-two square
meters of conservatory

and extension to
house on two levels.

I had a builder look into it.
150,000 euros' worth, minimum.

And there may be
more work inside.

How'd he afford that?

For a government minister.

And at 62 square meters,
you'd need planning permission.

We're on it.

Meinen wunderkinder.

Actually, it's "meine."

Meine?

Meine wunderkinder.
Nominative is plural.

Are you sure?

Eric?

You were right. York met Dad.

You found proof.

Meet me at 1:00,
the usual place.

Yeah. Okay.

Despite your best efforts,
there's still a paper trail

showing that, in flagrant breach
of all professional obligations,

you met with Timothy York

while also representing your
clients McGrath and Fitzjames.

It just says "Mr. Dunbar." It
could just as easily be you.

I checked. I was in
court in Portlaoise.

Judges are
generally good alibis.

And golden boy was roasting
his nads in the Pacific Islands,

so it kind of looks like you
engaged in damage limitation

on behalf of your clients
McGrath and Fitzjames.

Was York also a client?

Interesting.

If I met him as a client,

you would be in breach
of client confidentiality

should you make this known.

And for you, that would
be a getting-struck-off

sort of breach.

Yeah, and you.

And if he was not
a client and came in

and I said, "Go away,
Mr. York, for I cannot help you,"

you would still be
in breach of this firm

and the Law Society's
rules of confidentiality

were you to make it known
that York and I had met.

So on balance, let's
say he wasn't a client,

shall we?

You are skating
on very thin ice.

Thin ice?

Look down, my boy.

There's thin ice...
You and your ex-popsy.

I have more than enough evidence

of you and her
trading information...

She on the inquiry,

you representing clients
giving evidence to that inquiry.

Lots of little tittle-tattle.

Hasn't gone unnoticed,
and it's all been logged,

including a call to
her a few minutes ago.

Tipping her off
about York, were you?

Now, you understand this, boy.

If and when I choose,

I can have the pair of
you crushed... like that.

Yeah, Dad. I have those...

Whoa. I can feel the love.

I will destroy her.

It's your call.

Excuse me.

Mr. Dunbar, Mr. McGrath is here.

On my way, Philip.

Early, as usual.

You want to tell me
what that was about?

No.

- Architects' names.
- Builders?

No, but...

The builders were called
Samprek Constructions.

I just called the
architect and asked them.

Of course you did. Okay.

Get onto the company's
registration office website.

Put everything you can on
Samprek and its accounts.

- On it.
- I'm onto you, McGrath.

Hey.

Hey.

What's up?

Is it Lucy?

Lucy's fine. She's in the U.S.

Someone made her an
offer she couldn't refuse.

Don't ask.

So you said you
found Tim York visited.

Can't discuss it... Anything
to do with my clients

or Dunbar's clients
or the inquiry.

Nothing.

Eric, you asked to meet me.

Let's talk about something else.

So you're not gonna
help me anymore?

No.

Just when we find
out that your father...

Like I said.

For your sake as much
as mine, we can't discuss it.

Well, I can.

Tim York visited your father.

Days later, he retired... Out
of the blue, no explanation.

And I know that he had
something to do with it.

Eric!

Eric, I know that
this is difficult.

I know how torn you must be.

It's not that. It's
that it's unethical.

What you're asking for
is privileged information.

Is Big Brother watching?

Little brother.

Just leave it. You
don't need me.

Push York's widow. She'll
have a record somewhere.

Eric, look. I-I have
to tell you this.

Meg phoned your father

from the allotment where
Tim York's shed was.

An hour later, everything
was burnt down.

Proof?

I don't have
anything admissible,

but I know it's true.

I know that your father
is criminally corrupt.

Yeah. You're probably right.

- But you're not gonna help me?
- No.

Eric, are you afraid?

Yes, Tara. I am
afraid... for you.

He's dangerous.
He knows everyone.

He could have you struck
off, possibly charged,

possibly worse.

I don't want anything
to happen to you.

I couldn't bear it.

Samprek Construction
Limited had one transaction

in its one year of trading...

32,000 received
from Margaret Collins,

Mrs. McGrath's maiden name.

Excellent. Who paid
the rest of the bill?

He couldn't have
risked paying cash.

He was a minister.

32K on a
150,000K-plus extension.

What if the Irish Oak
consortium footed the bill?

Then it would be
taxpayers' money.

Unusual items for a hospital...
Interior-design consultations,

integrated entertainment
systems, under-floor heating.

I think we might just
have Philip McGrath.

It gets better.

Registered address and
company secretary of Samprek...

Dunbar's.

Yep.

Ah. Tara. The net
is finally closing in.

Have you heard? McGrath
is going for the Seanad.

Huh? How the mighty will fall.

Yeah. I'd lay off
McGrath for a while.

I want to recall Deirdre York,

ask her if she has any evidence
that Tim visited Richard Dunbar.

Good. Make sure
her solicitor is present.

Hi, Tara.

We'd like to ask some
follow-up questions

at the inquiry.

Fine.

It's basically any
professional meetings

that your husband might
have had with the ex-minister,

any solicitors in the weeks
leading up to his retirement,

after his retirement... up
until his untimely death.

Wouldn't that be
privileged information?

Yeah, and we would be asking
you to waive the client privilege

that your husband had.

He signed a
confidentiality agreement

when he left the department.

That doesn't apply
to you, though.

We're also looking for details
of his severance package.

Could I lose the money?

I can't give you any guarantees.

Well, then w-why would I...

Deirdre, I know
that this is difficult.

I know that this is a
really, really tough choice.

I get it.

But what we're trying to
establish here is the truth.

We're trying to find out
what pressures he was under.

We want to find out
what happened to Tim.

I'll have to think about it.

Yeah.

Mum.

Darling, I didn't expect
you. This is lovely.

Yeah. I wanted
to, um, to call over.

Oh. This is lovely.

Do you... Do you have a minute?

Of course.

Oh. What a nice surprise.

Um, I didn't realize that you
were gonna be in this evening.

Oh. I'll, um, I'll
lay another place.

- Sit down.
- No. It's fine. I...

No, no, no, no. Let me
take your coat. Here.

That's it.

Great.

There.

- Thanks, Mum.
- Not at all.

That'll be everything. Good.

Thanks.

Now, this is a surprise.

What a surprise.

So, what's the news?

Any news?

No.

I heard some news.

Your pal Philip McGrath
is running for the Seanad.

Is he?

Isn't he... your pal?

No.

I know him.

I wouldn't call him a pal.

You'd think the fact that he's
under scrutiny with the inquiry

would make him think
twice about running for office.

Apparently not.

This looks delicious.

Beautifully carved.

Mm.

Some people think they
are above the law, Teflon.

Darling...

You know... like nonstick.

I understood the analogy.

Darling, Tara is on the inquiry.

It's not entirely easy for me
to engage in a conversation

about it.

Why not?

You're not on the
inquiry, are you?

No.

What I just said is
public knowledge.

Well, it is now.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Cheers.

We are extremely grateful to you

for agreeing to
talk to us again.

My pleasure, Mr. Pike.

Now, I have some of
the things you wanted

here on his old laptop.

"7:00 p.m... Visit
Richard Dunbar."

- May I?
- Yes. Of course.

7:00 p.m.?

Yes, 7:00 to 8:00 at
Grand Canal Dock.

And was there any confirmation

that this visit to Richard
Dunbar took place?

Yes.

Tim wrote a letter to Mr. Dunbar
thanking him for seeing him

and saying he looked
forward to their next meeting.

Uh, I don't have a hard copy,

but he saved the
letter onto the laptop.

And was there a next meeting?

Yes. I have, um...

He wasn't very well
at the time... stress...

And he booked a
taxi on our account.

I have it here.

It was a week after
the first meeting,

also at Dunbar and
Calloway's at Grand Canal Dock.

And then?

Yes. A third
meeting, a week later.

Also on the laptop.

To your knowledge, did your
husband know at that time

that the former
minister for health

was a longstanding
client of Richard Dunbar's?

Well, no, I don't think so.

And do you know why
Timothy chose Dunbar's?

I remember him
saying a few years back,

when his department had
taken a real mauling in the courts,

that if ever he
needed a solicitor,

it would be Dunbar's, the
ones that had mauled him.

He was true to his word.

And do you know why he
wanted to see someone?

He needed help.

He was afraid.

I think perhaps he had
done something foolish

and it was pushing down on him.

He was... a little
weak like that.

There have been
rumors in the media.

I'm not a hermit.

When you say he may have
done something foolish...

I think perhaps he
wanted to make sure

there was a little nest egg
for me after he was gone.

He kept quiet.

And when the weight of what
he'd done was too much for him

and he needed
advice and protection,

it seems he went to the one
man who couldn't offer him either.

I even wonder if he
wanted to go public.

Perhaps if Tim had
gone to a solicitor

who cared about him
and his predicament,

he'd be alive today.

What kind of nest egg?

A serious golden handshake
above his pay grade

four years before
he was due to retire.

Tim's terms of severance and
the confidentiality agreement.

Thank you, Mrs. York.

Listen up, everyone.

A deal like that could
only be signed up

at the highest level
in the department.

Richard Dunbar
violated York's trust.

It's all in there, Bookworm.

Instead of advising
a man in need,

he did everything in his
power to suppress the truth

and pervert the
course of justice.

He is dead meat.

Not forgetting that Samprek,

the company that built McGrath
a 150-grand extension for 32K,

was registered by Dunbar's.

Let's prepare for war.

Now we call former
Minister McGrath

and... Richard Dunbar.

Outline of general issues on
which we will be questioned...

Me regarding
meeting Timothy York,

you regarding your social
connections with Fitzjames,

which you are on oath denying

and on your
ridiculous extension.

Will we be able to weather it?

I will.

You, probably not.

You'd better come up with a
reason why you can't be there.

Bingo. Inspect away.

Hm.

Conrad, Pike has nothing.

He has enough to squash you.

If I'm going down,

I'll make sure there's plenty
of others going down with me.

We have insurance.

Hello?

- Hiya. Is that Carolyn?
- Yes.

How are you? Mr. Dunbar
here from Dublin.

- Hi there.
- How are you doing?

I'm just ringing to check
up on Lucy Whelan, please.

We did everything you
asked. She's settling in fine.

- That's very kind of you.
- Don't mention it.

And give my
regards to your father.

Will do.

Where's Dad?

Ah. Eric.

What a delightful surprise.

Carolyn Tacey sends her regards.

You had Lucy removed.

Lucy? Ah, the girl at the desk.

Yes, I did.

Lucy is a real opera
fan. Did you know that?

She wanted to be near the Met.

That's an opera house,
not a baseball team.

She grabbed her
opportunity with alacrity.

Really seemed to have
nothing to stay here for.

And now, if you'll excuse
me, I'm off to be grilled

by the estimable
Mr. Vincent Pike.

I hope he tears you apart.

Eric.

One day you'll learn
the meaning of loyalty,

of blood being
thicker than water,

of the lengths
your father goes to

to make sure that you will
be always well taken care of.

Look at this.

Wade talking to Richard
Dunbar with McGrath behind him.

This could have big
implications for the inquiry.

We need to get this
to Tara straightaway.

Okay.

An Investigation
has been launched

into Nigel Fitzjames, the
CEO of Irish Oak consortium,

relating to an overspend
on Minister General...

Oh. There's your pal again.

Former Minister Philip McGrath

is also being called...

Irene, I, um...

I booked us into a nice
little hotel for our anniversary.

It's our 35th...
Coral, apparently.

I wondered if there was
something I could give you.

Yes. A judicial separation.

Not a joke. I mean it.

I know things have been a
bit off with us recently, but...

It's not negotiable.
I have decided.

Irene, let's at
least discuss this.

So you can wheedle
and try to talk me out of it?

No. No discussion.

A separation and then a divorce.

Pack your bags and fuck off.

This isn't you, Irene.
Has Tara been...

No, Conrad. This is me.

And I want you out...

Out of this house,
out of my life.

I want a divorce.

What grounds?

Ask Mary Siobhan Andrews.

She's a family-law expert.

Take her to the
nice little hotel.

You were never one
for wasting money.

Ask her why I have
proof of adultery

while you're
pleasuring each other.

I'm going out now.

When I return, I want
to find no trace of you.

Put your plate in
the dishwasher.

Okay.

So just double-check
that we have

all of the files that
we need going into it.

Which ultimately resulted

in an 80 million euro overspend.

If you could give us a
few moments, please.

Cardiologist stated

that Mr. McGrath's condition

means he cannot be put
under any undue stress.

I'm prepared to
give evidence today.

But you can't.

I'm willing to resign.
Whatever it takes.

You're really willing to
walk out on Dunbar's?

- You walked.
- This is different.

This is still an
ethical minefield.

You could be struck
off for this, Eric.

I appreciate it, but we
have enough anyway.

You sure about that?

I'm standing by if you need me.

Thank you.

What the hell is he doing here?

Vincent.

Good luck... to both of you.

I'll explain everything
later. Come on.

We've got to go
through the main points.

We've got Deirdre York,
we've got visits to Dunbar's,

the conservatory plans, Samprek.

- Yep.
- Time to go.

Yeah.

Letter from a cardiologist...
McGrath can't make it.

Well, that's as good
as an admission of guilt.

Okay. We skip the starter,
go straight to the main course.

Good afternoon! Yes, yes.

We're expecting...
It's a very exciting day,

and we're expecting a
very healthy outcome.

But you'll all have to
wait. Thank you very much.

No comment.

No comment. Excuse me.

- Thank you very much. Thank you.
- Mr. Dunbar!

I'm sorry.

I should have warned
you. It's strictly business.

Good afternoon,
Mr. Dunbar... Misters Dunbar...

And thank you so much for
coming at such short notice.

Our pleasure, Mr. Pike.

I'll cut straight to the
chase, then, shall I?

Could you please tell me what
professional dealings you had

with Mr. Timothy York,

the head of procurement
at the Department of Health,

during the Leinster
Hospital tender process?

Precisely none.

But he did visit your offices
seeking professional advice

around that time, did he not?

He did, and I
asked him to leave.

He did not engage myself

or any other member of Dunbar
and Calloway's as his solicitor.

Is that so?

A brief one-off encounter?

Yes.

Mm.

And that was the
only interaction

Mr. York had with
you or your firm?

Yes.

And this is something you
would recall, I presume?

It is.

I think the question has
been answered, Mr. Pike.

Unless you have anything else,
I suggest we all move on here.

Thank you for your
contribution, Mr. Dunbar,

but this is my forum,
and I am far from done.

You see, your client is
being less than forthcoming.

You may be aware that
we interviewed Mrs. York,

and she proved to be a very
convincing and cogent witness.

She provided this inquiry
with a number of documents

that demonstrate without doubt

that Mr. York, in fact,
visited your offices...

- Tricky business.
- On at least three occasions.

So it took three meetings

to tell Mr. York that you
could not represent him.

Care to revisit your
story, Mr. Dunbar?

I shouldn't need to point out

any discussion between
Mr. York and my client

is protected by
client-solicitor privilege.

So you accept he was a client?

I mean were he a client.

I should inform you we have
written authority from Mrs. York

to take possession of her late
husband's file from your firm.

A member of our staff
is attending your offices

as we speak.

Let's, uh, let's
move on, shall we?

What do you know of a
company called Samprek?

I deal with dozens of
companies every day, Mr. Pike.

I'm afraid you'll have to
be a little more specific.

This isn't just any
company, Mr. Dunbar.

Would it surprise you to hear
that at precisely the same time

as the Leinster
Hospital was being built,

so too was a generous extension

to Minister McGrath's
family home?

What has this got
to do with anything?

Minister McGrath paid
but a fraction of the cost

to extend his new home,

and somebody else picked
up the balance of the tab.

You see,
Mr. Dunbar, it turns out

that the bill was paid for
by the Irish Oak consortium

and ultimately
the Irish taxpayer.

And the vehicle through which
all of this was done... Samprek.

This is all very
interesting, Mr. Pike,

but I'm afraid I don't see
what it has to do with me.

It has everything
to do with you.

Who do you think was
company secretary?

To what address do
you think it's registered?

You set it up.

Vincent.

It's from Meg. Look.

Mr. Dunbar, who is
Superintendent Gerry Wade?

I beg your pardon.

I said who is
Superintendent Gerry Wade?

That question is outside
the terms of reference

of this inquiry.

Oh? And how would you know?

I mention a man's
name with no context.

How could you possibly know

whether he's inside or
outside the terms of this inquiry?

Shit.

Mr. Dunbar, who is
Superintendent Wade,

and how are you connected?

Can we please focus
on the matter in hand?

Your response,
please, Mr. Dunbar.

Vincent.

- What is it?
- Look.

Mr. Pike...

I think we're done here.

Let's adjourn for now.

Vincent, it's your
word against theirs.

We can get this
back on its feet again.

Perhaps, but not today.

What are you gonna do?

I'm going to get
quite incredibly drunk.

Thank you, Tara.

Bookworm... shall we?

No.

He tried to warn me... Steve.

I've got to go find him.

Gentlemen, gentlemen,

you have no need of
any comment from me.

- Mr. Dunbar!
- Mr. Dunbar!

A picture speaks
a thousand words!

- Call me.
- No comment.

No comment.

Thank you very much. Thank you.

That went well.

I heard. Come on.

Well... the battle is won,
but the war is far from over.

You and Vincent
will bounce back.

So who knows?
Maybe you and I will.

Eric, there's something
I have to tell you.