Harry Wild

Please, please, don't...

Don't hurt me.

I don't want to play anymore.

You'll forfeit the money.

I don't care.

I don't want to die.

Fair enough.

What, I... I can go?

Of course you can.

-But I thought you said... -It's just a game.

Off you go.

Chop-chop.

No, no, no! Don't! Please!

And that little piggy went splat!

Bad luck, losers!

"Harry and Fergus, they're the real heroes.

Found me when no one else could.

If it wasn't for them, I'd be dead now,

and my little Kylie-Marie would be an orphan with just her dad."

And, look, there's a nice photo of the three of us.

The three of us? Where are you?

That's my hand there on the glass!

Don't let the fame get to you. Or you.

Tomorrow we'll be wrapping up fish and chips.

When was the last time you bought fish and chips?

You've done amazing, both of you.

You saved that woman's life and you caught a killer.

Bloody brilliant! Let me get you a drink.

June, another round here for the heroes of the hour.

Uh, lend us 20, will you, Harry? I'm a bit short this month.

My name's Rita Duffy.

Kayleigh Connor told me where to find you.

-Oh, you know Kayleigh Connor? -Well, no.

But I live over in Kimmage

and one of the other mother's at my daughter's school,

her cousin works in the hairdressers near the chip shop

where Kayleigh works, so I asked my friend to ask her

to ask Kayleigh where to come.

I'm gonna have to have a word with Kayleigh about that.

Oh, don't be annoyed with her.

When she found out she knew you were the only one

who could help me.

-Help you with what? -

A year ago, my husband, Ross, died.

He fell from a 10-story car park.

Look, I don't want to be rude, but...

-She will anyway. -Shut up, Glenn!

The guards said it was suicide, said he jumped.

We were having money troubles,

but he would never have done something like that.

He wasn't the sort.

And when the guards gave me back his possessions,

first thing... no note.

Well, that proves it, doesn't it?

Does it?

Well, if he did... you know...

He would've left a note explaining.

He was very thoughtful like that.

Every time he committed suicide?

Thanks.

This is one of those bodycams that the guards wear

in documentaries, but Ross didn't have one.

I'd know. So that's weird for starters.

And then there's this.

Found it in his bedside table.

"Baker, Sheep; Gardener, Pig; Dentist, Rabbit.

Games begin Thursday, April 29th, at noon."

What's it mean?

I don't know. Ross was a gardener.

I don't see what this has to do...

I didn't either, until this morning.

I was reading the papers, and I found this.

"Bus Driver, Sheep; Florist, Pig; Butcher, Rabbit.

Games begin Thursday, April 28th, at noon."

Here, that's three days from now.

That's a bit interesting, right?

So will you take my case, then?

I am very sorry for your loss, Mrs. Duffy,

but this isn't what we do.

I've no one else to ask.

Kayleigh was a one-off.

I'm sorry.

The answer is no.

Harry!

I'm sorry, all right? I'll try and talk to her.

-Has she gone? -Yeah.

But I think we should help her. She needs help.

Half the world needs help.

Don't I get a say in any of this?

No. We're not Cagney and Lacey.

Who?

You want to know why I'm shouting at you?

I'm shouting at you because I've had the deputy commissioner

on the phone shouting at me for the last 10 minutes.

Any idea why?

Do not interrupt me, Raymond. I am not done.

And the deputy commissioner had the commissioner

shouting at him before that.

And do you know what they were all shouting about?

-My mother. -How the hell did your mother

find Colin Fountain?

-It was a fluke. It... -A fluke!

There is a four-page spread in the bloody newspaper

making us look like a bunch of incompetent idiots!

She knows obscure plays that no one else remembers,

but it's not like that's going to happen again.

It was a one-off.

For your sake, I bloody well hope so.

Have you considered what a difficult position

this puts me in?

You think I like this,

having to reprimand my own husband?

Well...

Do not say something facetious, Raymond.

Now is not the time.

D.C. says that if they find out

you showed her confidential files,

you'll be in front of professional standards.

Career over Charlie, do you understand?

I do. It won't happen again.

Come on, Viv, you know as well as I do

that Charlie would never do something like that.

He has my complete backing.

As touching as that display of esprit de corps may be,

he goes, you go too.

And how do you think that'll look for me, huh?

Keep your mother on a very tight leash.

Harry?

-Harry, are you there? -Oh, shit.

Oh, shit. Stupid bell!

Harry, open up! I've found something!

Ugh. You actually look green.

What are you doing?

Hangover cure.

I don't get hangovers.

Oh, sound, yeah.

Whatever-you've-got cure, then.

You got any Tabasco?

Are you just trying to torture me?

No. That is just a bonus.

Did a little research on the Internet

when I got home yesterday.

Looked up the newspaper's website.

Found the advert from last year.

The baker, gardener, dentist one.

Oh, no. Not that one. No, no, I'm so not interested.

You're about to be.

That's from two years ago.

"Chemist, Sheep; Guard, Pig; Teacher, Rabbit.

Games begin Thursday, April 30th, at noon."

I went back further, but there weren't any more.

So?

One on the left is about the death of Ross Duffy,

and that was written a few days after he died.

The one on the right, that was published

on the exact same day as the one on the left.

Now, this one's about a man called Trevor Farrelly,

drowned in the Liffey.

Please, would you just get to the point, or stab me?

Just pick one.

Third paragraph down. Look what he did for a living!

So he was a dentist.

-Yeah. -Yeah.

Three people listed in the ad...

a baker, a gardener, and a dentist.

Two of them died on the same day.

In the newspaper two years ago,

when that advert was chemist, guard, teacher...

two stories, right?

One about a teacher who was stabbed in a local park,

and on the same day a chemist

was found hanging from a tree in the woods.

In the last two years, three people identified

by their jobs were listed in an ad,

and every year two people with matching jobs die

on the same day!

That's not a coincidence.

Yes, you're right,

but what's with the sheep, pig, rabbit?

-What's that supposed to mean? -No idea.

But now are we going to take the case?

Oh, God, listen to you!

Take the case? We're not private eyes.

Oh, hang about. We found Kayleigh Connor.

I found Kayleigh Connor.

And I saved your arse!

For which I am extremely grateful

but we're not starting a detective agency.

We're not Batman and Robin!

Okay, now, that reference I get.

At least more than "Candy and Larry."

-Cagney and Lacey. -All right, whatever.

But come on, Harry, you've got to admit,

it is interesting, right?

Yeah. But I'm not doing it.

Ohh! I get it, okay?

You can't face it right now.

Drink that. All in one go.

It's easier that way.

If you stop, you'll never take a second sip.