Dublin Murders

- Where is Adam? - Adam's dead.

I know this number.

It's all about finding Shane Waters. That'll break Jonathan and Margaret

- Devlin and give us Katy's killer. - You're pinning everything on

a homeless man with mental health issues.

Do you think I'm a pervert, Heather?

I think you're an arsehole.

Jesus Christ, Alannah.

We'll find somewhere else for you as soon as we can.

Now.

Let me tell you something about Daniel March.

When he was 17, he nearly killed a boy.

Lexie did it.

There is no Lexie.

There is no Lexie!

Lexie should get better.

And go back home to her friends.

I got Tuesday morning off to take you to your appointment.

Ah, thank you.

I'm sure it won't be good news if they're calling me in.

We don't know that.

Did I do right by you, Cassandra?

Why would you ask that?

I wonder.

I really do, I wonder if I did right.

With your little friend.

Your Lexie.

Why are you bringing this up?

I should've just let you have your made-up friend.

It was only you trying to cope with losing your mammy and daddy

like that, being left on your own.

And me getting the priest to you.

God forgive me for that.

I'm sorry.

I wasn't on my own.

I had you.

You've got nothing to be sorry for, Auntie Cepta.

Nothing.

Honestly,

I'd forgotten all about Lexie.

Not thought about her for years.

What would I be without you?

Are you sure you don't want anything else? There's room in the car.

No, they'll clear it all.

Take the furniture for charity.

Thanks for coming.

I couldn't have stood it on my own.

All those people saying it was a merciful release,

a good death.

When it's actually just shit.

That's exactly what it is.

I'm taking you to the pub.

I'm getting you whisky.

I'll be out in a minute.

Lexie, are you there?

God's sake, be careful!

- Justin... - You OK?

You're so clumsy...

Morning, you.

How'd you sleep?

Yeah, good.

Hey, Lexie, how are you feeling?

We didn't know whether to let you sleep.

You seemed pretty zonked when I checked on you.

Now we know what happens when you mix antibiotics with Rafe's punch.

Here, you can have this one.

Oh, God, I've missed real food.

Good. You look thin.

Help yourself to cutlery.

You OK?

Are you just going to fuss over me all day?

Don't you have classes to go to or something?

Actually, I decided we wouldn't go.

I thought we could all stay home.

All of us together.

It's been so long.

You are such a little bitch when you lose!

It'd be even worse if you were playing.

This is nice.

Us like this again.

It feels normal.

Still feels weird,

not being able to remember.

Like there's this giant hole that whole night got sucked into.

Did you think I was home?

That detective said you were all playing poker.

You'd gone for a walk.

Like you always do.

Wasn't even that late when we all went to bed.

We just assumed you'd come in later.

Till, next thing, some detective is banging the door down,

saying that you'd been hurt in the hospital.

We must've told that prick Mackey the same thing over and over.

He just acted like we were lying.

Yeah, he made me feel like I was lying about getting stabbed.

Despite the fucking gaping hole to prove otherwise.

Well, you're home now.

That's all that matters.

Can't believe we almost lost you.

Well?

We got the records off that number from Maddox, sir,

the one from Lexie Mangan's phone,

that made those threatening calls to the Devlins.

Someone's disconnected it.

We can't get through any more.

Any other calls, incoming or outgoing?

Nothing useful, just the one to Maddox a few days ago.

Aargh! Look, I need you to be my eyes and ears

on Operation Mirror, O'Neill.

Anything that links it to Katy Devlin's murder.

Yes, sir.

And if you can find a way to help me fuck up Mackey, you can sit

on me lap and I'll give you a sweetie.

And you,

what've you got?

Reilly has us going through all this to locate Shane Waters.

He's convinced Shane is the key to unlocking Vestal,

and Shane's very elusive.

We're looking at CCTV, HSE files.

Local Garda are trawling shelters and other known spots.

Where is Reilly?

No idea, sir.

Reilly.

Where are you?

Knocknaree.

Just following up on a tip, sir.

What tip?

More estate gossip.

Just a tip I need to follow up.

I'll be back... soon.

I don't know what else you want.

I've told you all I remember.

I never seen him around the school, around here.

Nowhere.

Have you seen Cathal Mills recently?

He got into computers.

Lives abroad, so I hear.

No, he's here in Dublin.

This is him now.

Could they be the same man?

They look nothing alike.

Why would Cathal be stalking a little girl?

Was he ever sexually inappropriate towards Jamie Rowan?

Suggestive?

It was the '80s, detective.

Men said dirty things to girls.

And why would Cathal Mills go after Katy Devlin?

Because he, Jonathan, Shane and Margaret are all keeping a secret.

And so are you.

Because you weren't with your parents when

the children disappeared.

You were in the woods.

Maybe.

For an hour or so, but then I went home.

What happened to the children?

I don't know!

Christ... If I did know, I'd have told you.

I don't remember seeing them at all that day.

But they saw you.

You, Cathal, Jonathan and Shane.

I have reason to believe that Jamie, Peter

and Adam witnessed a violent crime.

Against you.

I have reason to believe that what they witnessed was rape.

Who the fuck are you talking to?

Who's saying that?

Sandra, I can only question Jonathan and Cathal if you talk to me.

Tell me the truth about what happened to you,

what happened to the children...

I don't know.

I don't fucking know!

Get out of me house.

Get out of me fucking house!

Get out.

Get out!

You're going for a walk?

Just a quick one.

For some air.

But, Lex, aren't you scared?

Why?

Well, last time you went for a walk, you didn't come back.

If you're so worried, why don't you all come with me?

Interesting...

I think this is the coldest I've ever been.

I better not be stepping in shit!

Pipe down, Rafe.

That's where the blood is washed away...

...not just from rain but someone went out with detergent.

What is it, Lexie?

What's wrong?

I don't think I feel very well.

Come on.

Let's get you home.

Come on.

Justin, let's go.

That's it, turn the screw.

Peter?

Jamie?

Where are you?

Didn't know you were still here.