Bad Sisters

Sorry for calling so late, sir.

- Where are you? - I'm at a gig, sir.

Exile in Ballymun.

Who?

Matt Claffin's band.

Look, I just thought, since we can't get hold of the Claffins,

I'd do a bit of nosying around. And you'll never guess who's here.

Louis Walsh?

Becka Garvey.

His second biggest fan.

Sir, what do you want me to do?

Figure it out yourself. I'm in a meeting.

Excuse me. Sorry, can I just…

Sorry.

Could you just…

Wish I'd had one of these yokes at school.

Detective Houlihan. Cheers.

Thought you weren't a fan.

I can't hear you. Sorry?

Well, we can do this somewhere quieter. Down the station, maybe?

I'll never set foot in that station.

Well, you're a person of interest in John Paul Williams's murder inquiry,

so you might have to.

Did Matt Claffin find out what you and your sisters did?

Is that why you hooked up with him? Get him to keep his mouth shut?

Thank you, Dublin. We've been Exile in Ballymun.

You've been deadly. Good night.

Will you excuse me? I'm kinda done.

Becka.

Are you okay?

Just feeling a bit sick.

What's going on?

Who was your one inside? I know her from somewhere.

The funeral.

She's a cop.

She's investigating John Paul's death.

Jesus.

- Well, what did she say? - That I'm a "person of interest."

I'm very flattered.

Is this some kind of joke to you?

- Of course not. - What are you even doing here?

What am I doing here?

- You came to the funeral. - I thought we needed to check in.

You needed to check in?

I'll just circle back with you, shall I?

Revert ASAP. Get fucked.

Wait, hold on.

I didn't know about any fecking bodies in any fecking suitcases, okay?

So, I kept a big secret for you guys.

So, yeah, I do need to know what's going on.

- There's nothing going on. - I don't know.

There's always something, Becka, with you.

- You know, you were always a bit-- - What?

You used to lie.

- You lied to me constantly. - Well, you deleted me.

- You were fucking ice-cold. - I risked everything for you.

Yeah, well, my sister's dead now, so you shouldn't have bothered.

Becka.

Becka! I can't cover for you this time, Becka.

Fu--

I liked it when you turned up the radio and danced to Doja Cat,

and I like how you smell after a swim.

I can't think of another one.

That's okay.

Four tomorrow, so…

I love you.

Thanks for making me walk.

It's just good to get out and get some fresh air, you know?

You were starting to turn.

Sorry. You okay?

My boobs.

There they are.

You sure you don't wanna come and say hi before you go?

No, I've got some work to do, so I'll leave you to it.

Otherwise, it'll be, "Oh, please stay. Join us."

You know, any excuse for them to see me in my jocks.

You are fairly easy on the eye.

And you're really small actually.

- What? You are. - Uh-huh.

You are. Why are you so small?

You're teeny-weeny.

Oy.

- What? - Come look.

We can ask Holy Joe what she did to Grace.

She can't hide behind those lace curtains now.

Have you come to do some community service, good women?

Do you have a minute, Angelica? We'd like a word with you.

Go on. I can talk and do my bit for the environment at the same time.

You told me Grace confessed to you.

Confessed what?

Things.

She might have--

You made out like she opened up to you.

Well, yes, we were very close. I mean, Grace told me everything.

Bollocks. Grace was the most cautious of all of us.

And you weren't very close.

You're a stage-five clinger, and that's why she had to get away from you.

You found out her secret and you held it over her.

I think you're the reason she's dead.

Is she back on the drugs again?

Why would you say that?

Because you're two-faced and you were blackmailing Grace.

I'd be very careful, tossing accusations like that around.

Shame drove Grace to her death. Not me.

I'm not gonna carry your guilt.

You didn't look after her in life.

You let her hang on to that awful secret.

Youse got blood on your hands.

- You nasty old bitch. - Becka!

Right.

A little time bomb.

I'd love to keep chatting, but the rubbish that turns up on this beach.

What's wrong with you?

What?

She blackmailed our sister and I'm supposed to be nice?

Becka.

This has gone way beyond nice.

Let's go.

Becka!

Becka, can you please just calm down?

How can I calm down? I'm in a sauna. My blood is literally boiling.

- Oh, Christ. - Jesus Christ.

She can't get away with this.

Yeah, I agree.

But how do we prove what she did if we--

We just-- We turn her gaff upside down, and we find the money.

I mean, you can't walk into a bank with 20 grand without questions being asked.

It'll be stashed away somewhere, I'm telling you.

I say we break in.

Is the heat getting to you?

Just for the sake of argument, how?

Wha--

Well, we can discuss it. Doesn't mean we do it.

It usually does, and it never ends well.

Well, go on, how do you break into a house?

How do you get drugs off a trolley?

Church.

She goes with Roger at eleven o'clock every Sunday morning.

We could do it then.

It's the choir.

Grace sang with them.

Her beautiful voice.

How could she bring another lunatic into her life?

Don't you dare blame Grace.

I didn't mean it like--

She was vulnerable.

She never saw the bad in anyone.

People take advantage of that.

I wanna cry, but my eyeball is too dry.

Oh, fuck. It's so hot.

Oh, shit.

I can't be in here.

What?

Beck, you're letting all the heat out.

So, are we doing this or what?

We are not breaking into that woman's house.

Well, what else are we gonna do? Go to the police?

- They'll only ask more questions. - Becka! We--

I need to know what happened to my sister.

So either we're doing it, or I'm doing it myself.

Okay.

I'm gonna go. I'm cooked.

So I guess we're breaking into that woman's house.

So have you battery on your phone?

I have. Still.

Right.

Binoculars?

You got binoculars?

What do you mean, do I have binoculars?

You never said anything about binoculars. Do I need binoculars?

It's a break-in. You're the lookout.

I have eyes.

You know we're doing this in daylight, right?

What?

Oh, f-- Blanaid's match.

It's her first since Grace. How'd I forget that?

I'm supposed to be there.

Go. It's important.

I'll be lookout and--

What are you again?

The grown-up.

Be fine.

Okay, just--

just don't be shit, all right?

No cock-ups.

You just get in, and you get out, okay? Leave no trace.

We have this.

Right?

Blanaid.

Your new helmet. Look.

You got it for me?

- Yeah. - Thank you.

You couldn't be wearing that old thing. I mean, it's seen better days.

Hey, you.

- How you doing? - Hey.

Good to see you.

- Thanks for the reminder. - Yeah. You okay?

- Yeah, yeah. - Good. Coming down?

Just see if that one fits a bit better.

- Yeah. Yeah. Go. Go. - Fits perfect.