Blackshore

"We, The Drowned" by Lisa Hannigan.

# We, the drowned

# Hold our hollow-hearted ground

# We know not the fire In which we burn

# But we sing and we sing And we sing and we sing

# Oh

# We, the drowned

# The lost

# And found out #

-(birds chirping) -(pensive music playing)

-(grunts softly) -(indistinct chatter)

Again, your choice to sleep on the sofa, Cian, not mine.

Right. Shane, Mark, move it!

Breakfast's on the table in two minutes. Come on.

-(suspenseful music playing) -(water rippling)

-(music concludes) -(indistinct chatter over TV)

-(Niamh) Cian, I... -Do you mind if I eat my breakfast

while you tell me everything's my fault?

It's just I've a murder investigation

-to get back to. -Yeah, your friend.

Róisín was my friend.

-We could try counselling. -We did. You won, remember?

Cian, what's happening to us?

Dunno.

Do you want a divorce?

(indistinct chatter over TV continues)

Do you?

I got a 150 score on Mario yesterday.

-(Mark) No, you didn't. -(Shane) Yeah, I did.

Your old score was 70.

Guys, we're hitting the road in five.

Get your bags together.

Your lunches are over there, okay?

You two wait there. Come on, hurry up.

-(Mark) It was under my bed. -(Cian) Yes, I told you about it.

-(car doors closing) -(engine revving)

Hiya. You must be Niamh. Fia Lucey. Is Cian ready to go?

No, he's gone already. Took the boys to school.

Oh! Oh.

I thought I was picking him up this morning.

-Where's your car? -W... Well, I thought,

with both your cars, I'd just clog up the driveway,

so I parked up the road.

Okay, well...

Hey, do you mind if I, er, use your loo?

-Sure. -(Fia) Thanks.

Hello!

-Hey, Mum. -(Sandra) Hey.

-Dad. -(Donal) Hiya.

-(Sandra) Hello, love. -(both smooch)

-(inhales deeply) -(Sandra) Mm.

I'll have a cup of tea if you're making one.

-(Sandra) Hmm! Looks like I am now. -(chuckles)

Dad... (exhales) ...can I have a quick word, just inside?

You actually looked at the crime scene photos?

Dad, I am so sorry you had to see that in real life.

You did the right thing stepping away from that case.

It was too personal.

It was cowardly.

It was human.

You know, looking at the photos,

it... it brought things back.

I remember Elizabeth dropping off Fia's overnight bag

for our sleepover, and Aidan in the back seat

in his pyjamas, ready to spend the night in the boat.

In the photos, Aidan is fully dressed.

-(suspenseful music playing) -Dad, I... I know this is hard but,

did Jack call to the house that night?

Did he visit looking to bring Fia back too?

No, he didn't.

What are you getting at?

I know you've always thought it was a moment of madness,

off his meds maybe.

But... But what if...

You're saying maybe Jack planned it.

But why would he spare Fia?

Yeah. Why?

-(indistinct chatter over TV) -(suspenseful music continues)

Sorry to be a pain but, erm,

could I possibly get a glass of water?

Sure, yeah.

Here you go. I'm in a bit of a rush.

-(Fia) Thanks. -I have to get to work.

Gorgeous view you have here.

So have you and Cian been married long?

I don't see how that's any of your business, Detective Lucey.

That isn't easy in our business.

My own marriage. (grunts)

-Sure, the long hours don't help. -(Fia) Mm-hmm.

But I guess you brought serious baggage to the table too.

Your mother taught me English.

Elizabeth was the best teacher ever.

Anyone who's doing well around here was taught by Elizabeth Lucey.

But you're here to talk about Cian, aren't you?

How can I help?

Look.

I thought it'd be good for the two of us to meet properly.

I could be taking your husband away from you and the kids

for a long time on this murder investigation.

I mean, that's it, really.

So did you know Róisín Hurley well?

If you don't think your new partner's up to scratch,

maybe you need to find another one.

-(engine stalling) -(seatbelt clicks)

You gonna tell me what that was all about?

Thought I was picking you up.

Bullshit.

Hail Mary, full of grace,

the Lord is with thee, blessed art thou amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners now,

and at the hour of our death. Amen.

-(crows cawing) -(breathes shakily, groans softly)

I won't speak with her, Marjorie.

You can bleed all you like.

Maybe she remembers something about Chloe.

But of course, you won't talk to anyone about anything.

Will you? Ever!

You'll die of anger, James.

And I'll pray for you.

-(music concludes) -(inhaler hisses)

-Nearly out of Ventolin. -I'll go to the chemist.

You need a prescription, idiot.

I've got a spare in my flat.

You can grab my passport while you're at it.

Er, did you speak to Róisín today? When is she coming?

-Answer me! -Do you want tea?

No. I want to know when Róisín is coming.

When am I getting out of this dump?

Answer me!

She's not coming.

-She's dead. -(sombre music playing)

What?

-(music concludes) -(Ed) Detective Inspector Lucey,

can I have a few moments of your time?

Not now. Get out of my way, please.

Er, you're investigating a murder in this town.

That must bring up your own past to you,

what your father did.

Will that affect your concentration?

I can concentrate just fine, thank you.

You know, if you give me an exclusive,

all the other Dublin papers will back off.

You must know that everyone around here thinks

your father had something to do with Chloe Whelan's disappearance.

You could be a voice for him.

I can be a sympathetic ear.

But people are going to want to read this stuff.

-Stuff? -(Ed) No.

-I didn't mean it like that. -(Fia) Yes, you did.

Because that's all we are to you,

-is stuff. -(Ed sighs)

-Get out of my way. -(Ed) Look, please, can we just...

-I said get out of my fucking way! -(mobile phone clatters)

Oh, for...

Your presence here,

a murder investigation, is going to attract attention.

I can't help you with that. Only your responses can.

-Look, I was ambushed. -You have to be prepared for that.

-Right. -(indistinct chatter)

I thought I was.

I'm sorry.

-I'll do better. -Thank you.

Where are we with Miss Hurley?

Pursuing various lines of investigation.

If you don't mind, Super, I'd rather be further along...

We're used to sharing all leads from the get-go on my watch.

Right.

Well, we're looking into Miss Hurley's immediate circle.

Any recent intimate relationships.

-(Liam) I'm sorry. -(sobbing) Stop saying that.

Why didn't you tell me?

I was afraid you'd be... Well, like you are.

Can you get me out of here?

-(Liam) How do you mean? -Out of here, out of this country.

-(sobs) -I'm skint.

Of course you are.

I can't believe...

If she's been murdered, maybe she told someone I'm here.

-Did you tell anyone? -No, I swear.

Just get my inhaler, please, I need to get out of here!

-(breathes heavily) -(tense music playing, fades)

Right, folks, here's a list of all the registered boats

in the area. Nothing far out, but door-to-door.

Look for hair, fibres, blood.

-Where are we in toxicology? -Alcohol, but minute traces.

And interestingly, a small trace of ketamine also.

-Oh. Ketamine? -Hmm.

That's usually used as a date rape drug.

There was no sign of sexual assault.

If it was used to knock her out,

there would have been significant trace.

Why isn't Furlong here?

He's following up a lead. Where are we on our phone records?