Jack Taylor (2013) s01e05 Episode Script

(MUTTERS PRAYER IN LATIN) (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) We've got nothing further to discuss.
(BIRDS SING) (SCREAMS) (COMMENTARY PLAYS ON TV) Come on! (SHOUTS AND YELLS OF ENCOURAGEMENT) Go on! Oh, no! God's sake! Jesus, Mary and fucking Joseph.
"Got a problem? We'll bang it on the head.
" Now before you start bollocking the bejesus out of me, let me explain.
Two words, Jack.
"Sprout business.
" "Sprout business"? Exactly.
I've put together a small business plan.
The key words are "Growth through exposure.
" We put up posters all over the country.
We create a webpage.
We open a Facebook account.
We get spots on radio and national TV.
OK, maybe not the TV spots.
Old fella like you is probably nervous in front of cameras.
I'm getting seriously nervous around you.
We haven't had a pay cheque in two months.
We need a case.
MAN:Is that you, Jack? I need your help.
Looks like we have one already.
Caught pilfering in the poor box? I can see this was a mistake.
Easy.
This was pushed under my door last night.
A priest gets hate mail.
So? There's more to it than that.
Father Malachy asking me for help was about as likely as the Pope leading the Gay Pride parade.
Something was very out of kilter.
That must be where they found Father Royce's head.
Takes a lot of strength to behead someone.
Or a lot of hate.
That's no way for anyone to die.
May he rest in peace.
Or pieces.
20 years ago, I was Father Royce's assistant in this church.
He was well respected, his sermons resonated.
It was an honour to serve with him.
Which is why it was so difficult to do anything about it.
About what? Royce's eulogy usually finished around 6:00.
One evening I came in late.
(SEXUAL PANTING) Looks like we have company, boys.
(CHUCKLES) Come in.
Father Royce saw me.
He laughed.
Told me I called at a bad time.
Class is over, boys.
He then came over to me.
And you kept your mouth shut like a good Catholic.
I did not.
I took the matter to the proper authorities.
But not right away.
I had to make enquiries.
Interview the boys.
And frankly, I was scared of going against someone like Father Royce.
So the abuse went on.
I acted as fast as humanely possible.
And? One of the boy's fathers was rich and powerful.
Not someone the clergy wanted to cross.
It was thought in best interests to assign Father Royce to Boston.
Royce's brother died a few days ago.
He came back to Galway for the funeral.
And his own.
What do the guards have to say about all this? Jesus.
You didn't tell the guards? None of it? It wasn't my place.
Father Joyce's transgressions were a church matter.
You're withholding evidence vital to a murder enquiry.
I answer to a higher law.
Cody.
Please, Jack.
Find out who sent the note.
You owe me.
I looked after your mother when no-one else did.
The two boys.
What were their names? (LAUGHTER) (CHATTERING FROM CROWD) Ladies and gentlemen.
Thank you all for coming here today.
I know that my esteemed partners would love for me to talk about the financial and economic impact that the redevelopment of the docks will have on this city, the large number of jobs it will create, the untold benefits, but I'm afraid I must disappoint them.
For me, this project is as much about family as it is about business.
This country has lost everything that it once possessed.
Mistakes were made.
Greed ran rampant.
But the one thing we haven't lost is our sense of responsibility.
If we want to create a better future for our children, now is the time to start.
Now is the opportunity to begin again.
And everyone deserves a second start.
(APPLAUSE) (SOFT PIANO MUSIC PLAYS) Speech was mighty.
Thank you.
Especially what you said about second chances.
And you're living proof, after Father Royce and all that.
Who are you and what do you want? My name's Jack Taylor.
All I want is a quick chat.
Jack Taylor? Oh, right.
You're the private DICK.
(TOILET FLUSHES) So, you're looking into the death of Father Royce are you, Jacko? In a manner of speaking.
Uh-huh.
And who's paying your freight? The church? Client confidentiality.
I see.
And you want to know did I kill Father Royce.
Did you? Yeah, I did.
So, case closed, eh? I killed Father Royce many times over.
Shot him.
Stabbed him.
Cut his balls off.
In here.
But I moved beyond that.
Years of therapy.
I faced my demons, I moved on.
I was lucky.
Some people never get that chance.
Anyone you have in mind? That's not for me to say.
Your fellow altar boy? Tom Reed? Do me a favour, Jacko.
If you ever catch the guy who did it, shake his hand for me.
Who the fuck told him? Tom bloody Reed? Take it easy, Michael.
Royce's death was bound to bring filth floating up to the surface.
If Taylor knows about the abuse, chances are he'll find out about everything else as well.
Then I'm fucked! MichaelMichael, look at me.
Look at me.
I'll find out how much Jack Taylor knows and who's behind this.
I'll take any action necessary.
Do you understand? Yeah.
That's better.
Now you just go out there and work your magic.
OK.
Yeah.
Smug little gobshite.
That doesn't make him a criminal.
There's something off about him.
Sure, he looks the business, talks the business, but he's got tombstones in his eyes.
Jack Taylor.
The PI who strikes fear into the hearts of criminals.
Scary, huh? You should see my collection of stuffed heads.
Nuala Donnolly.
Freelance reporter.
I'm Cody.
The Batman and Robin of Galway.
Listen, I'd love to give you the opportunity to tell your story.
You know, what it's like being a private eye, prowling the mean streets of Galway city.
Free publicity.
Sounds tempting, Miss Donnelly.
However, Cody and me we're like Greta Garbo.
"I want to be alone.
" Shake a leg, Cody.
So what have you got on him? He's done time for drug possession and shoplifting.
But get this.
Ten years ago, Reed was convicted for the rape and torture of a 12-year-old boy, a Christian Tracy.
So Tom Reed who was abused by Father Royce as a child becomes an abuser himself.
Lovely (!) Lovely.
(METAL CLATTERS TO THE FLOOR) (CLATTERING FROM UPSTAIRS) I'll kill you! You're not Who are you? (CLATTERING CONTINUES) (FLY BUZZES) (MUFFLED SHOUTING FROM NEXT DOOR) Kenya blend.
Organic.
Smells good.
It's a dark roast.
Not many can handle it.
Sorry about the warm welcome, but I get regular visits from those feckers outside.
Got the TV last night.
Did this to me.
Thought they were coming back again for the coffee machine.
Let them try.
What did you say you were selling again? I didn't.
We're looking into the death of Father Royce.
The beheaded priest.
I heard of it.
We have reason to believe you were once the victim of prolonged abuse at the hands of Father Royce.
Who told you that? Still keep in touch with Michael Clare? You spoke with Michael? For a while there after the bollocks Royce left, we were inseperable.
We drank.
Tried to get on with our lives, failed.
Fantasised about torturing and killing Royce.
Drank some more.
Needed closure.
Justice, revenge, anything.
Without that, we couldn't move on.
But Michael did move on.
Hey, so did I.
Just to the other direction.
How did you feel when you found out Father Royce was dead? Sometimes for variety he'd stick it in my mouth.
So how did I feel? I felt sorry.
Sorry that it was his head that got cut off.
They got the wrong end.
(CLATTERING THROUGH RUBBISH) You were convicted for the rape and torture of a 12-year-old boy.
Christian Tracy.
You never mentioned Father Royce's abuse in your defence.
It would have mitigated your sentence.
What was the point? Nobody would have believed me and I couldn't prove it.
Same old story.
(LOUD METALLIC BANG) Got a fucking problem, Granddad? No, but you will if you call me "Granddad" again.
Relax, lads.
We just want to talk.
You nick stuff from your man in number 11, right? Even if we did, you think we'd fucking admit it to you? Look, we're just looking for information.
Fella's a regular customer.
He keeps buying these big fucking TVs, laptops and game consoles.
We keep stealing them.
So we're sorted.
No need to rob anyone else.
(LAUGHS) Where does he get his money from? Drugs? He's a buyer, not a dealer.
Likes a bit of heroin with his cappuccino.
Espresso.
What? Your man drinks espressos, not cappuccino.
Fuck you! Fucking - All right, lads.
Thanks.
Oh.
One other thing.
(CRIES IN PAIN) What the fuck was that for? Prick.
I didn't call you "Granddad" again, did I? You cost too much.
Tom Reed doesn't exactly look like a workaholic.
Yet he wears an expensive watch, has a state-of-the-art coffee machine and drinks vintage champagne along with his Buckfast.
(MOBILE PHONE RINGS) Dig deeper into Clare and Reed.
Look at that rape case again.
How did it happen? Details.
Gotcha.
We're singing off the same hymn sheet.
Anyway, I gotta make tracks.
Oh? Where to? Some of us have got a life.
Go easy on the mojitos.
We'll visit Reed again in the morning.
I need you sharp.
Doesn't listen to a word I say.
I'll have what he's having.
One coke coming up.
Oh, scratch that.
He'll have what I'm having.
Two vodkas straight up.
So, you got a pass for the night? Did you come here to talk shop or want something? Oh, sorry.
Habit.
Right.
PI Cody Farrahertell me about your first case.
(JACK'S VOICE ECHOING) Speech was mighty Especially what you said about second chances And you're living proof After Father Royce and all that I won't ask you boys to do anything you don't want to.
But sometimes you need a special experience to help you on the road you've chosen yourself.
(INAUDIBLE) (VOICES CONTINUE TO ECHO IN HEAD) Michael? What? Sorry, Ethna, erI'm just .
.
pressure of the last few days.
I'll follow you up.
Is everything OK? Everything's grand, honey.
You go on up.
OK.
(MOBILE PHONE RINGS) (SNORING) BOTH: One, two, three (SPLUTTERS) (LAUGHS) Right, I gotta go for a slash.
How lovely.
Glad you shared.
Another round? Yeah, why not? Be back in a sec, OK? Same again, please.
Bollocks.
(WIND BLOWS LOUDLY) (DOOR CREAKS) (EMPTY BOTTLES RATTLE) (WATER RUNNING) (SOUNDS OF A STRUGGLE) (CLATTERING) No! (CRASHING) You know that reporter yesterday? Nuala Donnolly? Your date last night I take it? She's Michael Clare's sister.
I know.
I checked up on her.
What? Why didn't you tell me? I wanted to see what would happen without you getting all self-conscious about it.
She went through my phone.
She checked everything.
So? She didn't find anything cos we don't know anything.
But if Michael Clare sends his sister to spy on us, that means he's afraid.
Now that's interesting.
We're supposed to be partners.
If I know something, I tell you.
Give it a rest, Cody.
I'm serious, Jack.
Stop treating me like a fucking kid.
All right.
Reed? Put down your phaser, we're coming in.
(WATER RUNNING) Oh, hell.
Someone had a fight in here.
Forensics will go orbital if they find your fibres all over the body.
Cheers, Columbo.
Bruising on his wrists, hands.
Like he put up a struggle.
He was already bruised from hoodies roughing him up.
I didn't notice these before.
Neither did I, but it doesn't mean they weren't there.
Christ, Cody.
You can be a right pain in the hole.
Just playing devil's advocate.
Do you even know what that means? Yeah.
I've seen the movie.
(FLY BUZZES) Cody.
Espresso machine's still there.
Photo.
Bank statements.
Tidy sums going in.
Interesting.
What is? What are you doing here? I was just about to ask you that.
Neighbour saw the door open.
Reported a body in the bathtub.
So Clancy sends his newest and finest detective.
We're understaffed at the moment.
Good to see you back in action, Kate.
(SCOFFS) I bet.
Come on.
I'm really pleased that you're back on track.
Course you are.
That explains all the hospital visits, the flowers, the heartfelt concern as I was recovering.
That's below the belt.
Is there any other way with you? Now listen up - We'll catch you later, Kate.
Come on, Jack.
I want full statements from both of you.
That's it then.
He sent the threats.
Poor young Tom Reed.
Looks like it.
It's terrible that he should have taken his own life.
So you think he murdered Father Royce? Possibly.
I'd like to thank you, Jack.
Just one question.
What is it? What do you mean? There's something you held back on.
I don't know what you're on about.
You didn't become this scared just because of one note.
Do you want this or not? Thanks, Father.
What is it that Michael Clare's so scared we'll find out that he uses his sister to spy on us.
And who was sending Reed regular payments? Two grand every month.
How far did they go back? Around ten years.
That's around the same time that - Reed raped that boy Christian Tracy.
Ah, sure, it's all theoretical now.
Don't have a client any more.
Don't have a case.
Yep.
We should just sit back.
Have another pint.
Our job is done.
Fuck that for a game of cowboys.
When it comes to leaving well alone, I'm an eejit.
And worse, a stubborn one.
I don't know.
Sounds risky, especially in these times.
I'm not going to beg and I'm not going to threaten, but I know you, Brian.
I know you can be utterly ruthless and profit-driven when you need to be.
But I also know that you'd like to leave a legacy that you can be proud of.
Something that you know will make a difference to a lot of lives.
Your head says "No", your heart says "Yes".
All your life you've followed your head.
Now it's time to listen to your heart.
(LAUGHS) Michaelall right, damn it.
I'm in.
Big hug to Ethna and the kids from me.
Fantastic.
Well done, Michael.
Great.
Congratulations.
(SHOUTING AND RUNNING FOOTSTEPS FROM OUTSIDE) Your security guard tripped and hit his nose against my fist.
It's all right, Johnny.
Sir.
Ohnice.
What do you want, Jacko? Your old mate Tom Reed was found dead this morning.
I'm sorry to hear that.
But Tom was on a path that was only going to end one way.
What path are you on, Michael? Do you know why we choose the bull as the symbol for our consortium? Bull? An obvious explanation springs to mind.
You're too fond of the obvious and the common, Jacko.
No.
There is no creature braver than the bull.
It keeps going.
Wounded, dyingit doesn't know when to stop.
Is that how you see yourself? My partners are aware of what Father Royce did to me.
And considering what I've been through and where I am now, I'd answer "Yes" to your question.
And you, Jack.
Are you brave? After about three pints.
(LAUGHS) Here.
I'll get you started.
Go bury yourself in a bottle.
It's what you do best.
My mouth had been the source of numerous disasters.
So for once, I didn't get in the ring.
(VOICES ECHO IN HIS HEAD) Sometimes you need a special experience (JACK'S VOICE ECHOING) Is that how you see yourself? (BRAKES SCREECH) (MOBILE PHONE RINGS) Hi, Michael.
Everything OK? No.
Everything is not fucking OK! Why doesn't Taylor lay off? What's he looking for? Calm down, Michael.
Just ring Dr Andrews, tell her how you're feeling.
I can handle it, Nuala.
Doesn't sound like it.
Michael? I'm grand.
(CLOCK CHIMES) We're sorry to hear about your mother's passing.
You knew her? We met occasionally at funerals.
Shame about the company she kept.
What, Father Malachy? Priests shouldn't smoke.
They should set an example.
The reason I'm here has to do with a crime committed against your son ten years ago.
You can ask any question you like.
You don't sound bitter.
My Christian is studying medicine.
God places adversity in our paths so that we may benefit from it.
That's what the Bible teaches.
The Bible and Nietzsche.
I'm not familiar with him.
"That which does not kill us makes us stronger.
" He must have been a religious man so, Mr Nietzsche.
No, Mam.
Mr Taylor's being ironic.
I don't know how much you heard just now, but if I may - Christian is busy with his studies.
I can answer any questions.
It's all right, Mam.
No, it's not.
It's out of order.
Christian has exams coming up.
He does not need the distraction.
Really, Mam.
I'm fine.
You go up to your room.
If Mr Taylor has no questions for me, I'll see him to the door.
Mr Taylor.
Would you be willing to describe to me what happened that night ten years ago? It's not very complicated.
I was 12 years old, coming home from football training.
About 10:00pm, I was walking along the train track.
Saw him sitting there on a rock.
Tom Reed? Yeah.
He was pissed off his head.
Offered me a drink and when I said, "No" .
.
he held me down into the grass.
And what did Michael do? Look, I just want to help you.
I don't know anything more.
I spoke to Tom Reed before he died.
He told me everything.
I know about Michael.
I have to go.
I'm not the guards.
I'm not looking for a signed statement.
This will go no further.
They were both drunk.
On drugs or something.
Both, probably.
It was Michael who did it.
Tom Reed held me down, made sure I didn't get away.
I could tell Tom was scared.
Michael was stronger.
When I came home and told my mam, it was like she was paralysed.
I had to ring the guards myself.
Before they came over, there was a knock on the door.
It was Michael's sister Nuala.
She offered my mam money if she told the guards it was Tom, not Michael.
Your mother just took it? She was a single mother.
Penniless.
I mean, bringing charges of sodomy and rape against the son of the richest family in Galway And you.
What did you think? I was 12.
I was always do what my mam tells me for the best.
And now? Now I'd crucify the bastard.
But it'd be Michael's word against mine.
And besides, we did take the money.
So it would make Mam look really bad.
And I'd never do that.
Just got a text off Nuala Donnolly, skip.
She wants to meet.
Go.
Tell her we know Michael Clare's little secret.
That he raped and beat up Christian Tracy.
See how she reacts.
Is that for real, Jack? Is that for real or is it a bluff? Jack? It's real.
Mrs Bailey? You got something to say, say it.
Sometimes words just aren't enough.
Let me guess.
You want me to give up the day job? Put it where the sun don't shine? That's enough.
(YELPS) I can see you're getting on.
Probably not as fast as you used to be, butI believe in you, Jack.
I think you will pull it off.
Pull what off? No! No! (GLASS CRUNCHES) (GROANS) (CRIES IN PAIN) All right, let's drop the act.
You found out who I am, right? I didn't ask you here to get anything out of you.
I justI want you to understand.
Understand what? Michael.
You know, he's a victim in all this.
If he's a victim, then why did he rape Christian Tracy and cover it up? Michael got a second chance.
Put his sins behind him, rebuilt his life.
What's the problem, so? Jack Taylor.
Harassing Michael, threatening him.
It's getting to him, bringing everything back.
Jack's just doing his job.
Do you honestly think that Michael will jeopardise his family, his work, for revenge against Father Royce? I don't know.
Jack Taylor thinks he does.
He wants to bring Michael down out of sheer spite.
No.
Jack's not like that.
From what I hear, he's exactly like that.
(MOBILE PHONE RINGS) Yeah.
Now.
(GROANS IN PAIN) I'm truly sorry about dragging you into this mess, Mrs Bailey.
When you dance with the Devil as often as you do, Mr Taylor, surprised it hasn't happened before.
Now.
What we need is a strong cuppa.
And a good night's sleep.
(DOOR OPENS) Jesus Christ, Jack.
Who did that to you? Eastern European accent.
Russian, Polish.
But I know who sent him.
Michael Clare? Or his sister.
How'd it go? Maybe we're jumping to conclusions.
I like jumping to conclusions.
Makes me giddy.
I'm just saying .
.
maybe we should broaden our list of subjects.
What the fuck did that woman say to you? Who, Nuala? Nothing, really.
She - She didn't know? We'll talk about this in the morning.
Talk about it now.
How did Nuala react when you revealed her brother's little secret? Does it ever occur to you that sometimes, just sometimes, you might be wrong, Jack? All the time.
Then I wake up.
What the hell are we investigating? The murder of a paedo priest that nobody misses? A junkie's suicide that only you think is murder? I just have a feeling that if we keep pushing, something really bad is gonna happen.
She shagged you, did she? Fuck you.
(DOOR SLAMS SHUT) (GASPS) Oh my God! You scared the life out of me.
If only.
What do you want? Take a wild guess.
Are you all right? Hopping.
Well, hop in here then.
(GRUNTS) What happened to you? Your man hasn't reported back to you? You think I'm some kind of femme fatale, do you? (GROANS) No.
Just an unusually protective sister.
Look .
.
my parents were old school.
They never admitted to the abuse against Michael, they just .
.
they just ignored his pain.
Somebody had to be there for him.
But he's all grown up now.
He can look after himself.
Or can he? Your partner seemed to listen to sense, why can't you? It reminds me of something rotten.
I can't see it, makes me want to root around.
Like a junkyard dog? Now you're just being nice.
Why are you doing this to Michael? Why are you protecting him? Well, it's complicated.
I do "complicated.
" Try me.
(SIGHS) I lost my brother when I was 12.
I thought I'd never get him back, but I did.
I'm not going to let anyone take him away from me again.
How far would you go exactly? Go on.
Go ahead! (RAIN PATTERING DOWN) (GROANS) (GASPS) (GROANS) One of my brighter ideas.
Shag a suspect.
Nice one, Jack (!) You think it's sick, don't you? What you feel is what you feel.
But you judge me.
Love is hard enough to come by.
Might as well embrace it, whatever form it takes.
But anything that you feel that strongly, can lead you to do bad things.
Very bad things.
(MOBILE PHONE RINGS) Yeah.
Who is this? Good morning to you, too.
What do you want, Noonan? I have some bad news.
(HEART MONITOR BEEPS) The blade punctured a lung and went within millimetres of his heart.
Will he make it? They don't know.
Even if he does, he probably won't want to live.
Why not? He'd have to give up the fags? If Father Malachy dies, my dear departed mother will rain hail and brimstones on me.
Well, there were no witnesses to the attack and it happened out of CCTV range.
Forensics are working the scene at the moment.
The weapon? Thin serrated blade.
Could be a kitchen knife, could be a hunting knife.
Is he alive? He's stable for now.
What's up with you two? Nothing.
Yeah, I can see that.
Lovers tiff? See you later, Kate.
We need to talk.
20 years ago, Father Royce abused Michael Clare and Tom Reed.
Father Malachy found out, but took his time doing anything about it.
And Clare corroborated this? Yes.
Now eventually the church reassigned Royce to Boston.
The abuser was gone.
But he left behind two very damaged boys.
And one of them, Michael, became an abuser himself.
One night he went too far.
Raped and almost killed a 12-year-old boy.
Christian Tracy.
Reed was convicted for that crime.
He took the rap.
Well paid off.
And so were the Tracys.
Thanks to the persuasive powers of Michael's sister Nuala.
She also gets Michael to go to therapy to get his act together.
He does, and becomes the person we know today.
Go on.
So, here's what I think.
Royce arrives in town.
Michael snaps.
All the old hatred resurfaces.
He kills Royce, probably on impulse.
But now he's started, he can't resist taking some much-delayed vengeance.
He stabs Malachy, but not before making sure Tom Reed won't ever talk again.
The investigation into Father Royce's murder is being led by the National Bureau Of Criminal Investigation from Dublin.
These guys are meticulous, by-the-book.
If I bring along an uncorroborated theory like this, they'll have a fucking field day.
And Tom Reed's death? Everything points to an overdose.
Just get Clare in for questioning.
Rattle his cage.
Any action I may or may not take will be at my discretion.
Ah, what's the fucking use? Wait.
Officially, my hands are tied.
But I understand where you're coming from.
I'll keep my eyes open.
If I find out anything, I'll let you know.
And you do the same.
You're a trooper, Noolan.
I'm not doing this for you, Jack.
If we crack this, I get to make the boys from Dublin look stupid.
I'm so glad we have this place, you and me.
Yeah.
I really think you should call Dr Andrews again.
Just to help you back on track.
I'm fine.
Really.
I always know when you're lying.
I know you do.
Well, if you feel you're not in control at any point, you come to me.
(SCOFFS) Where else would I go? I'll be late for dinner.
Of course.
(LOUD DANCE MUSIC PLAYS) CHILD: Bang, bang, bang! Got you! Die! Die! Bang! Bang! Daddy! Hey! Did you get us anything? Hiya.
Hey, baby.
I certainly have.
Chocolate! Thanks, Dad.
Hey, baby.
Hey, sweetheart.
Daddy's home.
Mr Taylor is a private investigator.
He's looking into an attack on Father Malachy.
He says you know him.
When I was an altar boy, yes.
Lovely home you have, Michael.
Such a pretty family.
Though I don't see a single photo of your sister.
She's got oh, about a thousand of you.
Why don't we go to my office? We can talk there.
Why not here? Got nothing to hide from your wife, do you? No, I don't.
But I understand that you have a little secret, Jacko.
Go to your room, girls.
I'll be up in a minute.
Come on, girls.
Mr Taylor didn't tell you, Ethna.
But he's Nuala's new boyfriend.
Nuala tells me everything, Jacko.
Frankly, she told me a little bit too much about last night.
How about we talk about your sex life instead of mine? Oh, but we find yours interesting.
See, Ethna here and Nuala don't get along.
And I have to admit that even though she's my sister, Nuala's clingy and overprotective.
So we're both very happy that she's found someone.
Even if it is you.
Speaking of secrets, why don't we talk about Christian Tracy? You mean the rumour that I had something to do with Tom Reed's crime? Vicious lies always circulate around successful people, Mr Taylor.
In the last five days, there have been two deaths and one stabbing.
All these crimes have one person in common - your husband.
Where were you between midnight and 2:00am? I'll gladly answer any questions.
To the police.
Give our regards to Nuala Donnolly.
Michael? MAN:Er, yeah? We need to meet again.
But where? Same place.
(KNOCK ON DOOR) Hi.
Hi.
Is there something wrong? No.
Can I come in? Yeah, of course.
I just wanted to say about the other night You see me and Jack were er AnywayI'm sorry.
No, I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have misled you.
(LAUGHS) Is that for me? Aw Thank you.
You really are something else, Cody.
I'm just gonna get a vase.
I was thinking if you're not doing anything tonight, maybe we could grab a pizza.
Yeah, I'd love to.
Cody Bloody dinosaur froze on me again.
It's as stone as your head.
I'm cracking a rib laughing here, Geoff.
Didn't expect to see you anytime soon.
You've got the balls to give out to me for showing Nuala some basic human understanding and then you go and - Yeah.
It was a mistake.
Is there anything you do that's not a mistake? Stop it.
Stop acting like a jealous boyfriend.
All she cares about is her brother.
Anyone else is just there to be used.
And that makes it all right for you to use her? Grow up.
It takes two to tango.
You tangoed all night, did you? Why? You looking for tips? That means she couldn't have stabbed Father Malachy.
You are her alibi.
She left at some point during the night.
Don't know when.
Only came back early morning.
She still could have done it.
If you listened to your instincts instead of your bruised ego, you'd realise that Nuala didn't kill anyone and neither did her brother.
You're giving me advice on detective work? I'll prove it to you.
(CLEARS THROAT) Shut your face and pour me another.
(LAUGHS) (BEER POURING INTO GLASS) (FOOTSTEPS) How do you.
Geoff! Slow service tonight, huh? Want to finish that beer? Where's Geoff? Just a knock on the head.
Who hired you? You're gonna kill me, right? At least tell me who it is.
All right.
I will.
His name is Beamer.
B-M-W.
'07 model, I would say.
I never see faces.
Sometimes I don't even hear their voices.
But I almost always hear their cars.
Big cars.
The 4x4 BMW purrs like a kitten.
But when it gets going - (MIMICS PURRING) .
.
it's got claws.
Great.
Stabbed to death by a car buff.
If you're not going to finish that I'm not going to pretend that this won't hurt.
Oh, erit'll hurt all right.
Argh! Oh I'm placing you under arrest for assault and attempted murder.
Anything you say can be used as evidence against you.
He says he doesn't know who hired him.
The person who did drives the same make and model as Michael Clare.
Quite a coincidence.
You're getting soft, Jack.
Oh? Michael Clare sent someone to kill you.
I'd have thought you'd go charging right back at him on some half-arsed vendetta.
I was tempted.
But? If this guy can help you nail Clare, I don't want any technical glitches to get him off the hook.
Besides, we had a deal.
Didn't we? We did.
Just never thought you'd keep it.
(MOBILE PHONE RINGS) Yeah? Mm-hm? (GROANS) Kate.
His name's Tomas Kominski.
Polish.
Has a reputation for doing other people's dirty laundry.
Denied everything at first, but backed down when he realised cooperating would seriously reduce his sentence.
He gave us more details on the person who hired him.
Part of the licence plate.
It's not much, but enough to pull Michael Clare in for an interrogation on a line-up.
Fucking knew it.
And, Jack, Father Malachy's decided to rejoin us.
Looks like he's gonna make it.
Great.
I'll buzz you later.
(KNOCK ON DOOR) Yeah? I found something.
I thought I'd speak to some of the folks living around the church where Royce got killed.
Uh-huh.
Now I know the guards probably went door-to-door, but I figured it was worth a shot.
And was it? Nobody saw anything, nobody heard anything.
But some of the old folks started talking about Royce.
You know, reminiscing.
Nobody has a bad word to say.
Except one old lady.
She once saw Royce have a screaming match with a nun outside the church.
Didn't think that was very saintly of Royce.
A nun? Right.
Now here's the interesting bit.
The old lady tells me that just after Father Royce left the country, this very same nun gave up the habit.
And she had a child.
Was going somewhere.
She had a name for the nun.
Jack.
I was dreaming of your mother.
Yeah? I got those nightmares, too.
Una Tracy.
Mother of the rape victim, Christian Tracy.
She was a nun.
She knew Father Royce.
Why didn't you tell us? (GASPS) (ALARM BLEEPS) This'll have to wait.
Wait.
I didn't tell anyone.
Not even your mother, God rest her.
Sister Mary Joseph had found out about Father Royce's abuse of the two boys, Michael and Tom.
But she felt powerless to do anything.
She came to me for help.
ROYCE:I won't ask you boys to do anything you don't want.
But sometimes you need a special experience Looks like we have company, boys.
Father Royce.
You'll have to pardon the state of me.
Come in.
Come in.
Father, this is not right.
This has to stop.
We will report you, Father.
We will see to it that the Church authorities - No! Sit down, Father.
No! Sit down and learn.
I was younger than Royce.
Stronger.
I could have stopped him.
Class is over, boys.
Dismissed.
Father Malachy, help me Now, Sister Mary Joseph (CRIES OUT) No Stop, stop, stop.
No, stop this! Ssh Help me! Father! (SCREAMS) I was used to obeying priests every day of my life.
Every day.
Do you understand that? Sister Mary Joseph? I tried to help her anyway I could afterwards.
She wouldn't speak to me.
Eventually I went to the Church authorities.
I complained about Royce.
Didn't mention the rape.
For her sake.
And Sister Mary Joseph got pregnant.
Yes.
And had to leave the order in shame.
Not that it were her fault, poor woman.
So Christian Tracy was Father Royce's son? I may be a coward, but I can keep my mouth shut.
No-one knew.
Can you spare one? Cheers.
You're Eddie Gannon's son, aren't you? (LAUGHS) Don't worry, I won't tell on you.
I started like this myself, actually.
Filthy habit.
I'm Michael, by the way.
You'reDanny? Peter.
Sorry.
Well, I'd better be off, Peter.
Thanks for the cigarette.
Hey, are you sure I can't offer you a lift home? Course not.
You're right, never accept lifts off strangers.
Say hi to your dad for me.
(ENGINE STARTS) (DANCE MUSIC PLAYS LOUDLY) Are you sure, Peter? Come on, get in.
It's miserable.
You're the first grown-up I've ever met who listens to the Incapables.
I like the first album.
Second one, not so much.
Yeah, the second one sucked.
(TURNS MUSIC UP) Yeah.
(DOORBELL RINGS) Una Tracy? Detective Noonan.
Can I have a word, please? Father Malachy was attacked last night by an unknown assailant.
He told us that you bore Father Royce's child.
I don't have to say anything unless I choose to.
Why would you choose not to? It's all he talked about.
Ever since he was a boy.
"Who's my father?" "A good man," I told him.
"A married man who made me promise on his deathbed not to reveal his identity.
" Christian never completely believed me.
And for a while he tried hard to find out.
It almost ruined our relationship.
But I knew that telling him would be even worse.
(DOORBELL RINGS) Yes? Can I help you? Hello, Sister Mary Joseph.
Aren't you going to invite me in? That's him? Handsome fella, ain't he? A chip off the old block.
No.
He's not.
I had to see you.
To see him.
He doesn't know, does he? Course not.
I understand.
I'm dying, Sister.
And I'm not the person I used to be.
Really I'm not.
I was a selfish man.
Hard.
Brutal.
What do you want from me? Forgiveness.
And help.
CHRISTIAN: Mam, I'm home.
Please, don't.
What's wrong? Who are you? Go to your room.
I'll talk to you later.
Go! Meet me later in our old church.
What happened when you went to see Royce? I didn't go.
I stayed here.
And so did Christian.
Where's Christian now? He's at college.
(CLOCK CHIMES) You'll have to come with me to the station for further questioning, Miss Tracy.
Justice will visit us all.
Sooner or later.
She was lying about Christian being home that night.
So maybe it's Christian who goes to the church that night.
And beheads his own father who's seeking forgiveness? It's possible.
Then he goes after Tom Reed who held him down when he was being raped.
Father Malachy who did nothing when his mother was raped.
That only leaves (KNOCK ON DOOR) Yes? Come on.
Get in there.
Sit.
Mummy? What's going on? Mum, what is going on? I'm scared.
(PHONE RINGING INAUDIBLE OVER LOUD MUSIC) Damn.
What? I forgot something at the office.
Shall we go back for it? It's no problem.
I'm in no hurry, so Are you sure? (PHONE RINGS) There's no-one picking up.
I'll try his home.
Call him.
(PHONE RINGS) This is Michael Clare.
I can't take your call right now.
Please leave a message and I'll get back to you.
I don't know where he is.
He always answers his mobile.
(PHONE RINGS) Is it him? No, I don't know.
I don't recognise the number.
Answer.
On speaker.
Hello? Mrs Clare? Yes? This is Jack Taylor, don't hang up.
Is your husband there? He may be in extreme danger.
Find Michael.
Bring him to me.
Or else I'll slit their throats.
First the wife, then the girls.
If I see the police anywhere near, I'll kill them.
You have 30 minutes.
Christian's holding the family.
He wants Michael.
(CAR HORN BLASTS) Where the hell do we find him? His sister.
Do you have her number? (MOBILE PHONE RINGS) Hello? Where might Michael be if he's not at the office or at home? Sorry? Where does Michael go to be on his own? Go to the Clares' house.
Stay out of sight and ring me if anything happens.
Jack, he has two little girls in there.
We have to call the guards.
Christian Tracy says he'll kill them and I believe him.
We need to find Michael.
Then we've got something to bargain with.
You work around here? No.
I just wanted to bring you to a special place first.
Er, I have to go.
My dad will be wondering where I am.
You know sometimes we have certain feelings and we don't admit to them? We're ashamed of them.
Open the door.
When I see someone like you, I see someone who wants an experience.
You know? A special experience? To make you realise what you've been feeling all along.
What are you on about? I wouldn't ask you to do anything you don't want to.
I just want to help you along a road you've chosen yourself.
It's all right, Peter.
You can stop anytime you want to, OK? Good boy.
Peter.
Peter! Peter! Come back! Stop it, Peter.
I just want to talk to you.
OK? When Michael comes, he's going to confess to some ugly things, Mrs Clare.
Better prepare yourself.
The truth isn't pretty.
He'll make a public statement about his crimes.
His career will be over.
All his pretty little plans out the window.
And you.
You're going to be married to a paedophile and a rapist.
He's going to have 15 more minutes - Stop! Put it down! Put it down.
Put it down.
Now! Where's Michael? Get over there.
Sit down over there.
Peter.
Peter! Peter.
It's all right.
It's OK.
Where will he be? There's no need to be afraid.
I know what you're feeling.
I was the same.
It's a strange feeling, isn't it? On the one hand, it feels good.
And on the other, it feels like Please, don't Thing is, Peter, you can tame the monster inside you, but you can't make it go away.
(FOOTSTEPS) Michael! What are you doing? We know you didn't kill anyone.
Christian Tracy did.
And he's threatening to kill your wife and daughters unless you come with us.
Michael, your wife and kids need you.
Now.
What a sad, fucked-up life you have, Nuala.
Michael Still obsessed with the brother you can never have.
Stop - Always observing.
Spying.
Stop it.
Filling your home with photos of us.
You could have had a family by now.
Be normal.
It's so pointless.
You said it yourself.
You're like the bull.
Doesn't know when to quit.
Even when it's dying, it still goes on.
Thinking it can win.
But it never does.
No! Michael! Michael! Selfish bastard.
Pick up.
Cody, pick up.
If Michael isn't here in five minutes, she'll go first.
Mother's instinct is strong, isn't it, Christian? You should know.
Maybe you want to be first.
Was it because of your mother that you killed Father Royce? You know fuck all.
I know that your mam protected you.
Maybe you wanted to protect her.
That day when Father Royce came to visit her.
She finally came clean with you, didn't she? She told me not to go.
But you had to find out.
If you were anything like him.
I had no idea I'd made such a beautiful boy.
I want us to get to know each other.
Me, you.
May be such comfort for an old man.
All those years she fed me lies about my father.
And then when she told the truth .
.
about Father Royce's abuse .
.
about how he raped her .
.
it sounded like a lie.
Your mother never told you how I took her from behind, did she? How she screamed.
How she bled.
About how much she secretly enjoyed it.
Mam said it wasn't murder.
It was justice.
And I just killed the Devil.
(MUTTERS PRAYERS IN LATIN) We've got nothing further to discuss.
And I was ready to do it again.
Stand up.
They've done nothing.
Know why Michael and Tom picked me? I always thought it was just bad luck.
But Mam told me.
Class is over, boys.
You're dismissed.
(SCREAMS) Help me! If they couldn't take their revenge against Father Royce, they'd take it against his son.
Stand up! Stand up! Turn around.
Pleaseplease don't hurt them.
Turn around.
Turn around! No.
Look him in the eye.
I said turn around! Look him straight in the eye.
You want to be like your father, go ahead and do it.
(MRS TRACY'S VOICE IN HIS HEAD) Justice will visit us all.
Sooner or later.
(SOBS QUIETLY) (SOBS) And as a result of the death of local businessman Michael Clare, the recently launched multi-billion euro dockland redevelopment plan has been put on indefinite hold.
I don't know.
Come on, Cody.
Be a man.
Right, boys and girls.
Dublin train leaves in 20.
Better get a move on if we're gonna get there before the match starts.
We got you this.
I mean, I got you this.
It's extra large.
Maybe it's too big, but you can always bring it back if you don't like it.
I love it, Cody.
It's great.
I'm pleased.
I wish I had something for you.
Just seeing you wear it will be enough.
Right, we'd better head.
Would you not just try it on? No rush.
Go on, so.
For luck.
Fuck off, Cody.
I will.
After you try it on.
(LAUGHS) (LAUGHS) Happy? It makes you look kind of fat.
(GUNSHOT) (GASPS) Now you know how it feels.
Cody Ambulance, emergency! Cranesey Road, now! What the hell happened? Don't talk.
Don't say anything.
Did I just get shot? Gardai Noonan calling to report a shooting outside the Crane Barns.
(SPLUTTERS) You'll be OK, just relax.