Blackshore

Get off me, let me out.

No! Shut up!

I'm not telling you again, shut the fuck up!

Stop, okay, just stop! Listen...

Detective Inspector Fia Lucey!

If you knew the paperwork involved in an off-duty arrest, you'd save us

all the hassle and open the goddamn door now!

She was sick.

Yeah, just get the fuck out.

You all right love? Yeah.

Fuckin' skanks! The pair of yis.

Oh fuck!

Fuckin' stupid bitch.

Fuck sake.

You broke my fucking nose!

You're damn right I did. Fuck you.

Numerous recommendations, a medal... three undue force complaints in the

last year and we both know you're here to take a little slap.

Now we didn't ask for you.

And I'm absolutely certain you didn't ask for here!

Actually I did.

They gave me choices.

I thought it was time to come home.

Right, so, DI Fia Lucey is joining us on a temporary secondment from

Dublin, I've assigned her to the Roisin Hurley case, Roisin and her

were acquaintances back in the day, so she's well placed to take it on.

We all know Roisin Hurley has a habit of going missing.

What makes you say that?

Ah, she'd be drunk in a ditch somewhere or in someone's bed

she's not supposed to be in.

Webster! Sorry, Super.

Sometimes I use my gob the way other people use their elbows.

Webster, a word in my office.

Right, who am I partnered with?

That'd be me.

Garda Cian Furlong, nice to... meet you.

Marjorie!

It'll remind me to pray.

We need to pray James.

She's back.

The Lucey girl is back.

Does it feel good to be home?

It hasn't been home for a very long time.

On your own or do you have a... Divorced.

I know it must be hard being back and all...

Why aren't you ahead?

Are you lazy or just incompetent?

You just arrogant or plain rude?

We're meeting Charlie Reid.

He's the one who called in Roisin Hurley as missing.

She was last seen two nights ago at a hotel function, with the manager

and part owner of... Yeah, I remember.

I worked summers here in my teens.

Then you know what she's like then.

She's gone AWOL before, so I'm sure we're just ticking boxes.

DI Fia Lucey.

Yeah, I remember you.

I heard you were back.

Already?

I'm sure you haven't forgotten what small towns are like.

Roisin Hurley a friend of yours?

Old friend.

The thing is, she might have fallen off the wagon.

She's done that before.

But I didn't see any signs of her drinking recently, to be honest,

and she hasn't been answering her phone, so it got me worried.

Right.

Let me show you up to her apartment.

Roisin's age?

48, same as myself.

Family situation?

Single.

She has a sister and a niece she doted on, but they're in Australia

now and never come home.

Her mother passed away about two years ago.

What was the event you last had eyes on her?

Bill Maguire hosted drinks for people involved in the whisky

festival, sort of, you know, a thank you.

Bill has a share in the hotel, owns the distillery too.

Any idea if anything was bothering her?

Was she depressed?

She has had issues with depression in the past, yeah.

How serious?

Roisin has taken more than one overdose.

That's why I'm a bit worried.

Look, the thing is, she would have alerted staff if she was going away.

Thanks Mr. Reid.

Garda Furlong will take a statement from you now.

Please try and remember anything that might be of use to us.

Donna says the CCTV hasn't worked for months,

Roisin hadn't paid the contractors.

Were you on duty that night?

Until 10.

Roisin took over herself then, she would have been in and out of the

function, keeping an eye on reception.

What's the time of her last entry?

Half ten, she made a replacement key for a guest.

Did Ms. Hurley seem inebriated to you?

She was stone cold sober, as far as I could tell.

But once you get a reputation around here,

well, it sticks with you for life.

Right, here's my number if you think of anything, anything at all.

Actually, there was hassle, outside with Roisin and a young woman, she

was slim, brown hair, early 20s I'd say.

Staff?

I doubt it, she was dressed in jeans and a green sweatshirt.

Anyway, it's probably nothing.

It was just Roisin and her for two seconds.

I didn't see her after that.

Right, we'll we look into that, thanks.

A connection between you and Donna I should know about?

Ah, she'd be wary of me, had a few run-ins with her father and brother.

How do you remember Roisin?

Tough, no bullshit.

So I liked her.

I mean she was definitely troubled, but...

I appreciated the offer of a summer's job.

Especially when everyone in this town

looked at their feet when I walked past!

I'm assuming you've heard?

I heard.

Yeah!

Auntie Sandra!

Donal!

15 years since you set foot inside this door.

Does that mean we don't have to come to Dublin to see you now?

For a while anyway.

So they sent you back home to face your demons.

I actually chose to face them head on.

Or lose my job.

Sure all you did was break some lowlife's nose.

Donal!

Sandra, tea is great, but this is a big occasion...

I'm ahead of you husband!

Sure he'll never stop being a Guard, checking in on the house, making

sure things are in order.

I miss her every single day.

All of them.

Yeah.

Lynette, what's that?

Sorry, I thought I buffed it Serena.

Hiya Bill. Serena.

How's grandad doing Lynette? I was sorry to hear his news.

They're trying a new type of chemo.

Thanks for asking Mr. Maguire.

I'll tell him you did. Do.

Bill. Charles, good to see you sunshine.

Now, what's the word on Roisin?

Nothing yet.

Jack Lucey's daughter's on the case.

You knew she was back?

Sure the whole town has heard.

She's asking about Roisin's lovers and whatnot.

Good luck with that!

Usually she'd let me know if she was heading out

to party with a guest though.

Party, is that what they're calling it now!?

Did she call you or anything?

Serena, the pairing menu for the buyers dinner...

I brought a bottle of the new honey and thyme for you to try.

See what you think.

The festival.

Were either of ye up at the hotel

the other night for the Bill Maguire thing?

Hey, I thought this was a family visit!

It is, but I'm still on duty.

What do you want to know?

Where was the last place you saw Roisin?

Maybe she was in out of the room, but she wasn't out there saying

goodbye to her guests.

But that's Roisin for you.

How do you mean?

Ah I remember when she was a young one, a bit wild.

Nice girl, then she went downhill in her 20s.

Maybe the hotel was too much for her on her young shoulders.

She always seemed kind of sad to me, lonely.

Tell us, where have they put you accommodation wise?

B&B for now, until I find an apartment.

Your old room is upstairs, same as you left it.

Ah no... Not another word.

Absolutely, we'd love it.

Are you sure? Of course.

Thanks.

Yeah?

Yeah, you'll have to collect me.

Jesus!

Any idea if she remained in that spot, or have been further out

in the lake?

Ah, further out I'd say, given the degree of bloat and soakage.

She would have drifted in on the river flow

or generally like water movement.

Can I?

Looks like she only took one blow.

It's the Lucey girl investigating Roisin's death by all accounts.

Lucey? Yeah.

Lucey, coming up 20 years now.

The house Lucey, all that?