Did you tell anyone else you found me?
Who else? You found me.
Most of us want to know God's plan for our lives.
Charlie, forget about me.
I'm offering you salvation.
Fuck!
Hello?
Oh...
Fuck God's plan!
What's your plan?
Fuck!
What are you doing, Shell?
I, uh...
Nymeria needed out.
She... she didn't get a walk.
Well, where is she?
Here, girl!
There she is.
Hi.
Good girl.
You all right, Shell?
Oh yeah, grand. Tired.
You're up early.
Yeah, the case...
I think I'm just gonna head in.
Shall I make you some breakfast?
No, no. Have you seen my bag?
Uh...
Did you check the family room?
I'm off.
Mmm.
I'll let you know about supper.
Expected to close
under a voluntary retirement scheme.
GKT executive awarded 7,500 euro
over out-of-hours work.
And Gardai authorities have identified
the Glencara murder victim, Philip Whelan, a U.K. citizen
with an address in Newcastle upon Tyne.
Officials have not revealed many details,
but Gardai are mounting an all-out effort
to find the person or persons responsible.
Detectives confirm...
Derek!
Caitlin! Niall! Breakfast!
Get off me, perv!
What are you gonna do?
Asses back in your seats now!
Welcome to the Whelan task force.
As I'm leading the team,
DG Uba will be exhibit officer on the case.
And she will be sharing my office temporarily
while cataloguing the evidence,
before delivering it all to the forensic science lab
at the Phoenix Park.
I've had these crime scene photos blown up.
Please familiarize yourselves with them.
Do not touch any of the evidence.
We do not want any cross-contamination.
Right now, we know bollocks all about our victim
or the circumstances of his demise.
But I am confident that we will figure it out.
DG Uba and I will expect updates continually
until we solve this thing.
Any questions?
- No, sir. - Nope.
- No. - OK.
I've contacted Phoenix Park.
We'll be looking for any Casey gang connections.
We'll look for any gang or drug connections.
Well, keep me apprised, Detective Uba.
We'll look to loop in Interpol if there is.
Yes, sir.
Oh!
You still haven't given that poor lad an answer,
have you?
I don't know if I fancy him.
Something worrying you, love?
I'll see you later!
Don't...
- Hiya, Caitlin. - Have you made up your mind?
I haven't.
Mmm...
- No answer. - Leave a message.
Hiya, Zelma.
It's Sean, Sean McNair here from the Glencara.
Could you give me a ring back
at... at your earliest convenience?
What time does she usually come in?
Well, her shift starts at 8:00, so...
Is she always an hour late?
No, no. She's very punctual.
You... you don't really think
Zelma had anything to do with this, do you?
Do you know she didn't?
What time did she finish yesterday?
Well, her shift finishes at 3:00 p.m.,
but the girls sometimes work till half 4:00.
And when did she do Whelan's room?
I mean, only Zelma would know for sure.
She has to have the turnaround rooms
done by 2:00 check-in.
Mr. Whelan was staying over, so...
Zelma, is that Middle Eastern?
Well, Albanian, I think it would be.
Can we assume Zelma is working here illegally?
I don't hire the help.
She... she... she's a good worker.
We'll need her address.
Well, you didn't cock up the crime scene completely.
What can you tell us?
Whelan's body went over
to Loughlinstown last night.
I'm heading there now for the PM.
Gonna need prints and DNA swabs
from all hotel staff who might have been in the room.
We're working on it.
Best guess time of death?
I don't guess.
Rectal reading was 22.17 degrees.
Whelan was dead more than nine,
but fewer than ten hours when I got to him.
So, we're thinking time of death
between half 2:00 and half 3:00?
- Well, I'd say - 14:30 to 15:30 hours.
But you wouldn't be wrong.
Can I send a cleanup team in?
- No, not yet. - We'll let you know.
Hiya!
I, uh, I'm looking for Matt?
Mr. Wilson?
He... We're supposed to bake cupcakes.
Apparently, Katie Ryan discovered himself
wasn't Garda vetted...
They're gone to his house to bake.
Of course they have. Thanks.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
Katie!
I saw you.
Mrs. Mohan, the eyes have walls,
don't they?
What are you on about?
I don't think Mrs. Wilson will take too kindly
to you sneaking off in the middle of the day
with her husband, now, will she?
Yeah, you understand now, don't you?
- Mmm. - Hmm.
I'm beginning to understand one thing:
why they call you "Cunty Ryan."
Now, mind your business.
For fuck's sake!
Hey!
Hiya!
You found us.
Yeah.
Look, um...
sorry about the other day.
Whisky and lonely are a bad mix.
I... I, uh, I blame the Disney cups.
So, um, were we supposed to do some baking
for this fundraiser thing, or...
I'm sorry.
Oh. It's OK.
I'm sorry.
Are you all right, Mrs. Mohan?
Ah...
Uh, I... Yeah, I...
My son had a fit last night.
I'm just so afraid that one of these times,
he's gonna suffocate.
Oh, Mrs. Mohan, I am sorry.
Please...
Thank you.
I have a class later, don't I?
A couple of belts will only help.
I used to substitute teach in Milwaukee.
Only way I got through was with bourbon.
And gummies.
And the occasional half a Xanax.
That's terrible.
That's middle school.
Never turn your back on the little shits.
To cupcakes.
Sláinte.
Caucasian, male, brown hair in a mullet style.
Middle-aged. 13.57 stone.
Facial pox scars, various scars on body.
Uncircumcised.
Armpits, chest and pubis recently shaven.
Odd.
Like a suicide bomber.
Why do you suppose your man shaved himself so?
Jesus.
I don't have a fucking idea.
The lateral aspect of the right shoulder has a tattoo.
Can you photo that for us?
So we've seen a large amount of flooding in Cork City
and the Lee Valley.
So, what are the three main causes?
Logan.
Fluvial, pluvial, tidal?
Good!
Fluvial or river... flooding.
So this is when the water overflows
the banks of the river,
and the water has nowhere to go,
but into fields and streets and shops.
Sinéad, what's another way of saying "pluvial"?
Um, just rain?
Well, extreme rain, right?
And, Caitlin, what did Logan mean by "tidal"?
Blood.
- Disgusting! - It's Bloody Mary!
The wound paths run sequentially
through the anterior portion
of the upper lobe of the left lung,
the pericardial sac
and the heart
and the lower lobe of the right lung.
Remember my first autopsy?
Full Irish all over my brand-new Docs.
I'm grand.
My kid had an episode last night.
I didn't get any sleep.
Well, I can handle things here if you need to head home.
Shelly can handle things there.
Supermom to the rescue.
Shelly's all right.
Yeah.
No, I mean it.
It's not easy.
And I can be a right gobshite.
Hmm.
No argument there.
♪♪ We ain't going nowhere ♪
♪ I said "Ooh" ♪
♪ You give me a rush ♪
No more whisky for him.
♪ It feels so good ♪
What are you doing?
I have no idea.
Hey!
Wanna see me do Freddie Mercury?
No! Oh!
Stomach contains a measured 450 ml of orange liquid
with fragments of partially digested food.
Taytos?
And now the cranium...
What are you doing?
I'm riding a bike.
What does it look like I'm doing?
Leave those.
I'll do 'em later, or not.
I don't mind.
I do.
I like the mess.
Chaos is good.
Mrs. Mohan, your bag's buzzing wicked-like.
Cait...
Where have you been?
You're OK, you're OK.
Have you been drinking?
I, uh...
Look, let's go home.
I'm never coming back here again!
OK. Sorry.
Get these prints into AFIS right away.
And alert our colleagues in Northumbria.
They'll want to notify the next of kin,
make arrangements.
Um, you got the machine.
You know what to do.
Sorry to disturb,
but Deputy Commissioner White has another engagement,
so if we don't leave soon...
- Thanks, Carol. - Just give me five minutes.
You can close the door.
I was older than you.
I was 13 when I got my period.
I woke up sore one morning,
and I was wet between my legs.
So I ran into the toilet and wiped,
and there was blood.
So I figured that was my period.
My brother was pounding on the door, screaming.
I didn't want him to know, so...
I didn't have pads or anything,
so I just balled up loads of tissue paper.
If you're like me, the first one will be light,
and then you'll get a couple more
before you get regular.
What happened to him?
Who?
Do you have a brother?
Ow!
No, stop!
Um, no.
You said your brother was trying to get into the toilet.
Did he die?
Did he have cystic fibrosis?
Oh, no, no.
No one died.
Some of the, um, foster families I lived with had other children.
Other orphans?
Like you?
Sometimes.
Sometimes, they had children of their own,
so we were kind of like siblings.
Did your foster families love you?
Um...
Some did.
I'm gonna run and get some chicken for supper.
I'll get a couple of products for you.
Why didn't you warn me?
I...
We talked about sex and the changes in the body.
Eamon said I was disgusting.
Hey...
You're not disgusting.
It's perfectly normal.
You should have warned me.
Uh...
How about I get you a treat?
Magnum double chocolate?
I don't want to get fat.
You're not fat!
Then why do you care if I eat Niall's ice cream?
That has nothing to do with you.
That's because he needs them.
Look at me.
Honestly, I am not one bit worried about you getting fat.
You run about ten miles on that pitch.
I'll be back.
What are you doing here?
The Glencara case.
Here?
Why?
Witnesses, CCTV.
- You stay away from my family. - No, Maggie.
Uh, how do you know he was here?
We can't tell you more.
Open investigation.
Will you be home for dinner tonight?
Until this case is closed, it's gonna be long hours.
I'll leave a plate in the fridge.
OK.
If I make her uncomfortable, she must think you're my type.
Razors, Taytos, Red Bull, chicken tikka wrap.
Hell of a last meal.
Hmm.
Imagine spending your last few hours on earth here.
Hey.
Hiya.
So, you were here yesterday, yeah?
I... I'm here most days.
Yeah, OK.
Um, did you happen to see this guy?
Uh, he's the, uh, the fellow who's shot?
He is, yeah. Philip Whelan.
And receipts have him here at the same time as you.
Do you recognize him?
No, no.
Sorry, I mean, I ran in and out, so...
Oh well.
It was worth a shot.
It's not every day my wife might be a key witness to a murder.
Sorry.
I... I better get this chicken home, so...
Mohan.
Get your windbreaker.
Yeah, OK.
See you shortly.
- Later! - See you, man.
Hello, Doireann.
What's the... what's the craic?
Come give us a snog.
♪♪ Feet roll ♪
♪ When I get there I'm breaking your arms ♪
♪ I lose control ♪
♪ When I get there I'll know the answers ♪
♪ Let me know ♪
♪ Let me know when I get closer... ♪
How are you feeling?
Uh, have you seen Derek?
♪ Winterland, you're my... ♪
I'm making your favorite.
♪ Guide me in when you head for your trip ♪
♪ Ride out of this wicked black and into bright sand ♪
♪ Straight towards the warm sun ♪
♪ And into his hands ♪
♪ I let me feet roll ♪
♪ When I get there ♪
♪ I'm breaking your arms I lose control ♪♪
Zelma Përmeti?
Now, Zelma...
recognize him?
Room 223.
Did you kill him?
Did you kill the man?
Jo!
Not dead. I see him.
Not dead.
He's dead now.
Uh, clean room.
See man not dead.
Why didn't you come to work today?
Policia.
Worry my children.
Policia want papers.
How long have you been here in Ireland, Zelma?
Three years.
Have you applied for residency?
No. No.
Children?
What to happen to them?
What can you tell us about Mr. Whelan?
Anything?
Can you tell us anything about this man?
Before yesterday, I try clean.
Sign door, "clean room." I knock, nothing.
I enter, I see her with this man.
Kurvë.
Coorva?
Who is Coorva?
Her.
Kurvë.
Her, co-coorva?
No.
No, kurvë is making...
Fucking?
You and Whelan, sex?
No mua. Jo mua. No.
Her.
"Whore."
- Kurvë. - Po.
Po, kurvë.
Whore.
Day before yesterday,
Mr. Whelan had a whore in his room?
- Kurvë two time. - Two times?
She was there twice.
Day before, dje.
I see her in Room 223.
Yesterday, I hear "pop." Knocks.
Like a gunshot?
Do you know what... what time this was?
Maybe 2:00 and 40?
I texted babysitter check children.
After pop, what?
Me?
"Hello! Everyone OK?"
Kurvë says: "Champagne cork almost hit eye."
Then I go.
I never see her.
So our killer is a woman.
Don't be so shocked, Jason.
We run companies and countries too.
She have accent.
What kind of accent?
Not sound Irish.
Someone let the dog in!
Hello?
Where is everyone?
Caitlin's hogging the telly.
Have you heard from your brother?
- And Dad's working late. - On the murder case.
Let Nymeria in.
Oh, shit!
Leave it!
I'm sorry.
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey!
Shhh. Come here, come here.
Stay calm. Just breathe.
Breathe.
Stay calm.
Stay calm, OK?
You OK? You all right?
OK.
Look at me, look at me.
Everything is grand, OK?
- Yeah. - You all right?
- Yeah. - OK.
Come on, let's set the table.
Oi! Nymeria! Come on, out, out!
- You OK? - Yeah.
Who's Shelly?
My mom.
You call your mom Shelly?
She's my step.
What?
Where are you?
I'm with a friend.
Luke?
No.
Listen, I'll be home in a bit.
- It's almost supper time. - I'm coming to get you now.
Mom, I can make my own way home.
Here's your choice.
I can come get you right now, or I can call your dad.
This is bullshit.
What'll it be?
Fuck.
You're such a bitch.
What?
You're not gonna hit me again now?
I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have slapped you.
Put your seatbelt on.
Will you just go?
Go, come on, go!
Now...
So, how was everyone's day?
Mmm.
What's so funny?
Mom, what's so funny?
It's nothing.
Nothing.
Ah, nothing, love. Just eat.
Can I be excused?
Oh, there's no excuse for you.
Mom just burned you!
You're a complete mentaler!
It takes one to know one.
Ha! Burned again.
- No, she didn't. - Did too.
Did so.
Yer all right ijits!
"Yer all right ijits!"
You guys finish up.
I'm gonna take a plate to your dad.
Derek, you're in charge!
Whatever!
Zelma left at about a quarter past 4:00.
OK, Baxy, let it play.
That her!
Kurvë.
We'll hold onto you until we find this woman.
Why?
I no do this. I help.
Is there anyone who can look after your kids for a few days?
No.
Now you help me and my children?
We'll do what we can.
She shoots him twice.
Medium range, then closer.
So, the first shot doesn't stop him.
So, what, he's attacking her, and then she pulled out the gun?
You don't bring a gun
if you're not prepared to use it.
Right, if I want to kill him,
I shoot him in the head.
Mmm, maybe your man didn't want to be shot.
Here's a theory: Two days ago, they have sex.
Her plan is rob him, but Zelma interrupts him.
So your woman came back to rob him?
Yeah, but why leave the money?
Mmm.
Nothing stolen.
His mobile.
Maybe he took a really bad photo and threatened to post it.
Well, we want the phone records.
See if you can track it down.
Crow?
It looks more like a magpie.
Crows would have a black breast and wings.
Magpies are brilliant.
The only non-mammal to recognize itself in a mirror.
It's a hobby.
Not a bad day, Detective Uba.
Mm-hmm.
You got that pint?
Hiya!
I was just after calling you.
I'll not be home till late.
Yeah, I figured.
I was just gonna run you by some supper.
It's chicken curry!
Ah, don't bother.
I mean, I'll eat when I get home.
It's no hassle.
I can run it by in a few minutes.
No, I'll be gone.
Yeah, we've got one stop to make.
I'll be home in a couple of hours.
Ah!
All right.
I'll put it in the fridge.
Be safe!
Always.
Ah, Mrs. Mohan!
Hiya, Pat!
I... I... I brought some supper for himself.
Curry! Nice.
Uh, you just missed them.
Himself and Detective Uba just left.
Yeah, I spoke to him.
Said he was just gonna give Fiona a lift home.
Can I just drop it in his office?
- Well, you can try the door. - I wouldn't have the key.
- You'll buzz me in? - Will do.
OK.
OK, come on.
Right. OK.
Come on, come on.
Sorry to bother you, ma'am, but, uh, I just checked
with dispatch there, and your man has, uh,
signed out for the night.
Oh.
Well, uh, Pat, we, uh, must have got our wires crossed.
Ah.
Gruesome, so it is.
Oh yeah.
Looks sort of peaceful.
Almost, uh, like he's sleeping.
Do you know, Pat, why don't you eat that?
Ah, thanks, ma'am.
Um, listen, don't, um,
don't tell him that I stopped by here.
He'll think I'm completely daft.
- Our little secret, huh? - Ah...
- Good night, Pat. - Good night, ma'am.
So, Detective Mohan,
what's the secret to staying married a long time?
Secrets.
Here you are.
Here I am.
Having a fire all by yourself?
It would appear so.
I didn't see the food you set aside.
Is it in the fridge?
It isn't.
There wasn't much left,
so I'm after giving it to Nymeria.
You all right, Shelly?
I'm grand.
I'm knackered.
Gotta take a shower.
I'm gonna finish my wine.
So, uh, we have our first real break
in the case.
Person of interest.
A woman.
Anyone I know?
Uh, you know any sex workers?
Head of the PA's a bit of a whore.
Corva.
That's the Albanian for "whore."
Hmm.
Is yer wan Black?
Just her heart.
Not our killer.
Oh, Kevin emailed.
Uh, he's inviting us all around Sunday for a May Day bonfire.
May Day is a week away.
Ah, well, Kevin burns to his own calendar.
Ah...
I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have you
to come home to.
How was your day?
Uneventful.
Got Niall to the bus.
Baked dozens of cupcakes.
Derek's got another love bite.
Caitlin got her period.
Uneventful.