Dublin Murders

Student card identifies her as Alexandra Manghan.

Garda says her friends called her Lexie.

The stabbing in Glenskehy is potentially linked to

Katy in Knocknaree and Maddox is working that case now.

Thank God you're home.

What's your plan with Danny boy?

Thinks he has them all like puppets on a string.

We break the others.

We get to him.

Detective Reilly.

I came soon as I could...

Shane Waters. He's alive.

So this is our star witness?

You should've talked her out it.

Cassie.

Come back.

Who are you?

Uniform Zulu six-seven, Garda Cassie Maddox here.

Requiring urgent assistance.

On foot, on Frederick Street heading towards Stephen's Green.

Received, six-seven.

If I leave it in, you stand a chance...

Come in, six-seven.

...but if I take it out...

Snagged on a rib a bit there, didn't I?

A number of units on their way...

There now, Lexie...

...or whatever your name is.

There now.

Six-seven...

You brought me a stalk. I'm so touched.

Yeah, I only meant to have one.

When do I get my place in Murder?

You know how many jobs an undercover can do in Ireland?

Two.

If you were in America or Australia,

you could be undercover your whole career but not in this tiny country.

You get known. Two jobs.

You've got one left.

Murder.

That's the deal.

Come on. You're breaking my heart.

I feel rejected.

Yeah, all right.

When you agree to trauma counselling.

Christ's sake, I don't need it, I'm not traumatised.

You don't agree, you don't pass the psych assessment.

You wouldn't have to do it, so I don't see why I should have to.

But I did do it. Yeah.

Sat in a room with a big box of tissues on the table

in case I, you know, broke down.

I said I trusted their process

and was feeling stronger week-by-week.

I even shed a manly tear.

So you do the same.

You be a good little maniac.

You go to the counselling, tell them a story.

You let them tick their boxes

or they'll put you in admin forever.

OK?

I'm trusting the process.

Feeling stronger week-by-week.

And every day I'm just overwhelmed

with how lucky I am to have made it.

I'm just so happy to still be living.

What did you give her?

Enough. She's out cold.

Put your back into it, will you?

She keeps slipping.

- What if you're wrong? - I'm not.

You can't fake how you kiss.

It's like a fingerprint.

What are you doing?

Proving it.

There's nothing there.

That's not nothing.

It's not new.

It's not recent.

It's an old scar.

It's still proof.

It's not her.

I've said it from the start, it's not Lexie.

Try this again, Rafe. Take her legs.

Rafe!

Do you know Jonathan Devlin, Mr Andrews?

He ran the campaign Move the Motorway.

I've heard of him, yeah, the father of that poor little girl.

Katy. Her name was Katy.

Died from blunt force trauma and suffocation.

And she knew what was happening.

Struggled. Horrific.

Mr Devlin made some very serious allegations about land fraud

and financial corruption.

There's always people who resist progress.

Who needs a motorway that goes from nowhere to nowhere?

Rural development. We're building a modern,

forward-facing future for this country.

It's not about private individuals

- buying up land using tax-payers' money? - Absolutely not.

Did you ever make intimidatory phone calls to Jonathan Devlin?

No.

- Never had any contact with him? - No.

Mr Andrews, Terence...

Can I call you Terry?

You kept the same mobile number you used to call Jonathan Devlin.

You kept using it.

The same number, my dude!

How is someone as pig-shit thick as you allowed out on your own?

I want you to repeat this after me,

slowly and clearly, for the tape.

That's a lovely daughter you've got there, Jonathan.

Talented too.

Shame if anything where to happen to her.

If you could repeat those words, Mr Andrews,

then we can play the tape to Jonathan Devlin

and he can identify you as the man who threatened him and his daughter.

His 13-year-old, murdered daughter Katy.

I'm not saying anything until my lawyer gets here.

Try and get some sleep.

You're going to need a clear head.

Poor little girl, you poor thing.

You poor little girl, you.

Get the fuck away from my baby.

Shane.

Your little girl, Jonny.

Poor little girl.

And it's our fault.

We raised the darkness.

There's no such thing.

That little boy with the blood in his shoes,

those two other children and now your Katy.

The Gardai are looking for you.

This detective.

Keeps asking about back then,

when you smashed your face up.

He keeps asking why.

And Cathal says, if he sees you again, he'll leave you in a ditch.

I believe him, too.

That's your problem right there, Jonny.

You always believe Cathal.

How long will you be staying?

Am I in the way?

No, it's just...

You've never stayed before.

I never being kicked out of my flat before.

Why did she kick you out?

Oh, I don't know.

Inadequate sexual technique.

Are you trying to shock me?

Are you shocked?

- No. - Oh, thank fuck for that.

Wouldn't want to start off on the wrong foot.

I'm going for a shower.

It's been interesting watching you dream.

What did you give me?

Ketamine and Rohypnol.

It's just water.

I need to pee.

What's your name?

Cassie Maddox.

Detective Garda Cassie Maddox.

You've had some texts.

From your tutor.

But it's not your tutor though, is it?

No.

Detective Mackey, I reckon.

He'll be expecting a response from you to let him know you're OK,

what do I tell him?

He won't be expecting an answer.

OK.

Good.

I'll make some coffee

and we'll discuss the options.

That would be sensible.

It's my friends, you know?

I have to take care of my friends.

Daniel, no, please, please, please.

Please don't hurt me, please, please, please, don't hurt me.

That's my gun.

Oh, God, Oh, God, please, please, don't hurt me.

Abby, it's all right, it's all right. Just tell him!

Do you think I'm fucking stupid?

He won't be expecting an answer, tell me what I text him!

Abby, just keep looking at me.

Tell me, right now, what I text him to keep him away.

Text him and say I'm researching

- and I'll be in touch in a couple of days. - Fucking liar!

It's the truth, I promise.

Take the gun away from her head, please.

OK.

- Ow. - Sorry.

- OK? - Mm-hm.

Go.

Well done.

Your gun.

My house.

Mine.

I know every inch of it.

Come on.

Unless you want to piss in the corner.