[wind gushing]
[ominous music]
It's not my imagination. Someone is watching me.
[exhales sharply]
I thought I'd made it stop.
The sooner, the better I leave this place.
Can you come over?
[eerie music]
Forget it. I have to go.
[music intensifies]
[kettle whistling]
[sighs]
[screaming]
[theme music]
[pleasant music]
[brakes squeal]
[car engine revs]
[suspenseful music]
[car door opens]
[bell tolling in distance]
[Harry sighs]
- Thanks for the ride, Harry. - Ah. You're welcome.
Great hunting in the woods around here.
Me and Sheila are gonna bag a few pheasants, aren't we, eh?
[Sheba whimpers]
It's this new thing I'm trying at the Goose.
Locally sourced.
Glenn, buddy, do you mean Sheba?
Yeah, Sheba is definitely not a hunting dog, Glenn.
That's why it's a good thing...
that I brought my shotgun, eh?
Glenn, no, no! Not here.
Church.
[zipper whirrs]
Alright.
Let's do this.
Come on, Sheila!
- Sheba. Glenn, Sheba! - Ugh!
[sighs]
We should be getting carer's allowance for him.
Tell me about it.
[Harry scoffs]
[Sheba barking]
[knocking on door]
[Harry]Beautiful woman.
And what does she do for a living?
She's a writer.
Ah...
So, erm, she went missing last week?
She was seen in the village on Friday night
and then, poof!
When I came down, the cottage
looked like it had just been abandoned.
And you phoned Wicklow police?
Yeah. They keep saying that she'll probably turn up, but...
They think she's gone and done something stupid.
Why would they think that?
[clock ticking]
Please don't read too much into this,
but Alice's doctor was treating her for depression.
But she was just wound up because
she was so desperate to sell this place.
[inhales] Why?
This cottage, you see, it's our Mam's
old family home, and she moved to Dublin.
Dad died a few years ago, so when she died last year,
she left me the Dublin house.
I was happy because my office is near there.
Oh. What do you do?
I'm a conveyancing solicitor.
Anyway, erm, Mam left Alice this place.
She was just trying to be fair,
but the village has always creeped us out.
[suspenseful music]
What makes it creepy?
Wicklow Way has always been... off.
And the last time I spoke to Alice,
she said that odd things had started happening.
She was getting phone calls at all hours,
she felt like she was being watched.
And then there were strange things on the porch,
like bloody feathers and a, a rat's tail...
Jesus!
Sorry, why would somebody be trying to scare her?
I need to show you something.
[ominous music]
Alice was writing a book about it.
About the devil?
About devil worship here, in Wicklow Way.
I was not expecting that.
Me neither.
[Harry]Fergus, take lots of photographs.
We're going to need to go through these later.
[Fergus]Mm-mm.
[Glenn]Harry! Harry!
- Is that Glenn? - Yeah.
[tense music]
Harry!
- Harry! - What, Glenn?
A body, in the woods.
A dead one! Come on!
[tense music]
[Glenn] We found it here, by this stream.
[Leanne] Is it Alice?
[Glenn grunting]
Over here!
Here we are.
[sighs] Are you kidding?
Glenn, ya dope!
Well, it was a body once!
Oh, don't!
We still need the police.
I mean, there shouldn't be a skeleton lying out like that.
Bloody hell!
I've only gone and lost the dog!
Sheila!
Petra's gonna kill me!
Sheila!
[suspenseful music]
[door closes]
A skeleton?
[Charlie] Bloody hell, mum.
Those cold cases are a bugger.
I'll get the local lads on it.
Well, it's certainly not Alice.
What is it?
[suspenseful music]
[camera clicks]
[Harry] That ring on the finger.
I'm gonna ask Graham Gray about it.
That man knows his history.
Hooves?
They're the devil's thing, aren't they?
And Alice was writing a book about devil worship.
[Harry sighs]
I mean, you're the one who doesn't believe in coincidence.
[dog barking in distance]
Thank you for your time, Mr. Mac Giolla Bháin.
Thank you.
[barking continues]
Who was he?
He was doing some survey.
What're you doing here?
Can we talk?
Inside?
As long as Malky isn't here.
[keys jangle]
[door opens]
[keys jangle]
Da?
Malky?
[door shuts]
[sighs] This feels strange.
[keys jangle]
[cutlery clinks]
[Paula sighs]
Jeez, nothing's changed.
What do you want to talk about?
I need to see Liberty
and I know to do that, I need to make amends with Malky.
[scoffs]
[sniffles]
How can I make it up to him?
[Fergus] Well, you have to give him some time.
You have to give us all some time.
I know that!
And still, you're here now.
Point taken.
I'll go.
Can I use the bathroom quickly?
Top of the...
You know where it is.
[suspenseful music]
[whispers] Oh, shit!
[camera clicks]
Alright, thanks.
I'll see ya soon?
Okay.
[sighs]
[suspenseful music]
[seagulls squawking]
[door closes]
You were right.
Once more for the tape.
I was right, you say?
There's no such thing as coincidence.
[car doors slam]
Okay. We're meeting Graham
at some ruins near those woods.
[car door opens]
Hi, granny.
Oh.
You've been avoiding me.
- Have not! - Er, yes, you have.
Because I keep asking how it's going with your mother.
[sighs]
And I get it, but, when my mum banned me from seeing you,
I didn't tell you and we didn't talk,
and did that help us?
No, it did not.
Darling, we're actually on a case.
Look, I do wanna talk to you, alright?
I'm just still trying to sort some stuff out in my head.
Are we actually doing this?
Look, I promise, when I'm ready
you'll be the first person I ask.
Charming.
- I didn't mean-- - I know you didn't.
And Lola's right.
And I'm here for you, too, when you want to start talking.
Lola, time to scoot.
[chuckles]
Didn't I say? I'm coming with you.
[Harry sighs]
I barely get to spend any time
with Fergus when the two of you are on a case.
So, er...
[plastic rustling]
Road-trip.
Nice one!
Dear God. Well, if you insist on coming,
you can at least get an education on route.
Mussorgsky, anyone?
[both groaning]
[sighs]
[car engine starts]
[dramatic music]
[Graham] Devil worshipping!
And it all started here!
Eh, what kind of mysteries have
you guys been solving these days?
[chuckles] Go on, Graham.
I know you're bursting to share what you know.
I am, Harry, I am!
You see, 80 years ago,
several of the Wicklow Way elders
formed a collective of sorts.
They were led by Maurice Lehane,
who had fought in the War of Independence.
The British were gone,
but many viewed the Catholic Church
as the new oppressors.
[scoffs] What? The Church conservative?
Indeed!
But this group of men, under Maurice,
thwarted the Church's influence.
Wicklow Way was very progressive.
Young people had dances,
drinking and gambling were allowed.
[suspenseful music]
People stopped going to mass.
The men would meet right here
and, after a time, somebody started a rumour.
They said one night,
the men opened the door,
and the devil was there to praise their work.
Mm. The actual devil?
Oh, for heaven's sakes, Fergus.
The rumour was started to discredit the guys.
[Graham] Exactly!
It was a lie...
and the men weren't fazed, at first.
[music continues]
Maurice even had a number of rings commissioned
with the devil's hoof on the bezel.
[crow cawing in distance]
There's a book circulating around these parts.
"Wicklow Way, A History of Devil Worship and Redemption."
It describes the men begging for forgiveness.
They do say that when he died,
Maurice had his wife bury him with his ring.
A one-fingered salute to the Church.
But he should be in the village graveyard.
[ominous music]
Here.
There he is.
Still buried.
[sighs]
Something's not right.
I mean, look around. This grave has been disturbed.
Oh, wait...
[pensive music]
Oh, Christ, Harry! You can't!
[sighs]
He's been dead 60 years, Graham.
I mean, all we'd be doing is finding out
if somebody has been tampering with his grave.
Phone Charlie, Harry.
Oh, you know what the guards are like, Graham.
You know, paperwork that, exhumation this.
We'd be waiting forever.
Good God!
[chuckles] We all know where this is going.
Let's just get on with it.
Sweets, cola, a bit of tomb-raiding.
[Fergus]I've told ya you're the perfect woman, right?
[shovel scraping]
[music continues]
[Fergus] That sounds like wood.
[clanks]
[pensive music]
This coffin is way too close to the surface, Harry.
It's been opened before.
Look.
Well, my guess is, we won't be finding Maurice in there.
I-I still don't think that we should--
Fergus!
[Fergus grunting]
[coffin cracks]
[dramatic music]
- Oh! - Ugh!
[ominous music]
Oh, it's Alice.
Mm. Alice Dowdall.
[Fergus sniffles]
[camera shutters clicking]
[indistinct chattering]
Graham, take Lola before her father sees her.
He won't wait for context.
Oh, for God's sake!
Come on.
Bye!
[camera shutter clicking]
[indistinct radio chatter]
You're welcome.
A missing person and a missing skeleton ID
all solved in one go.
You know the local officers think I should caution you.
Oh, Christ on a bike.
That grave had already been disturbed.
[sighs]
Can you even still investigate if you're Chief?
Acting. I'm still in charge of my squad.
[chuckles] Oh.
Well, did you find out anything about that skeleton?
Is it Maurice Lehane?
The initial examination revealed it's roughly 60 years old
and died from TB, which fits with Maurice Lehane's records.
Do they know how Alice died yet?
I talked to crime scene on the way down.
They said they found ligature marks on her neck.
Look, Harry,
we've the local doctor on his way down to identify her.
You've found your missing person. You can...
[sighs] You know what,
I'll save my breath.
That would be best, darling.
[instrumental music]
[door shuts]
Excuse me! Are you the doctor?
Sorry, I'm on urgent business.
Identifying the body?
Who are you?
Wild-Reid Detectives.
We were hired by Alice Dowdall's sister, Leanne.
She was scared, according to her sister.
Somebody was trying to intimidate her.
[suspenseful music]
You were her doctor.
You prescribed her medications for depression.
Had she told you anything about what was happening?
That's patient confidentiality.
Burying a body in an existing grave,
that's genius.
But why leave would you leave a skeleton out
where it could be found?
Maybe it was better hidden, but animals dragged it out?
No, I mean why would you take the skeleton out at all?
Whoever killed her didn't want her sharing
the grave with a notorious devil worshipper?
[ominous music]
This village is giving me weird vibes, Harry.
It's like "The Valley of the Squinting Windows."
You read that?
[Fergus] Yeah. Got it from the library.
[chuckles] You took a Brinsley MacNamara
classic out of the library?
It's a shitty council library, alright?
I've Orwell's "Keep the Aspidistra Flying"
on hold for next week.
Oh, well, if it's Orwell you want, take out "1984."
Unless you don't like rats.
- Ugh. - Come on.
[music continues]
[door bell chimes]
[pensive music]
Uh. Two coffees.
A couple of cream buns,
and a slice of your finest local gossip, please.
We don't gossip around here.
Is it true, then?
You're the private detectives and they just found
Alice Dowdall's body?
Well, that spread fast, didn't it?
My husband is the doctor.
Oh, so you know Alice?
Knew her.
Mm.
She wasn't well-liked.
Fancied herself, that one.
Always interfering.
Bit harsh.
We don't like nosy people around here.
Especially those who ask questions
but never tell you anything about themselves.
That was Alice.
And there were rumours...
What kind of rumours?
Well, not that I'd spread any,
but they say she had an eye for married men.
A harlot, you'd call her.
But I shouldn't speak ill of the dead.
You, er... Do you happen to know anything
about this devil worship legend?
We've heard Alice was interested in it.
No. I wouldn't know anything about that.
[music continues]
[door bell chimes]
[Fergus sighs]
[door shuts]
You two.
You were in my cemetery. Why didn't you alert me?
Alert you?
People come to me when there is a crisis.
Well, we weren't planning on breaking any commandments.
We found a dead body.
[Fergus]Appreciate that sounds a bit mental,
considering we were in a graveyard.
There are police traipsing everywhere.
It's outrageous that I wasn't informed first.
A woman has been murdered.
And we think you can help us, Father.
Alice's body was found in the grave
of a man who was allegedly notorious.
Maurice Lehane.
We do not talk about him!
[Fergus] We're only asking because Alice
was writing a book about devil worship, so...
And I saw a woman sit upon a scarlet-coloured beast,
full with names of blasphemy,
having seven heads and ten horns!
Do not do what they do,
for they do not practice what they preach.
They tie up heavy, cumbersome loads
and put them on other people's shoulders,
while they themselves are not willing to lift a finger.
[music continues]
[door opens]
You wanna tell me what that was?
"The Bible," Fergus, it's a fascinating read.
I'm pretty sure that he was calling her
the Whore of Babylon.
So, er, I gave him a quote
about the abomination of priests to mull on.
[ominous music]
[owl hoots]
We'll need to know more about Alice, Leanne.
Was she seeing somebody?
That's the problem, I don't know.
I feel so guilty, but we weren't close.
I loved her, but we were just our own people,
and her phone is still missing, so the police
don't know who she was talking to.
When did she start taking the tablets for depression?
Only recently, I think.
I didn't think anything of it when she said
because it runs in our family.
Like our aunts and...
But then she said all this scary stuff had started
happening, and honestly, I didn't take it seriously.
Did she have any idea of who was trying to frighten her?
I know she found the next-door neighbour creepy.
Mossy Sheridan.
He farms a bit of land and does odd jobs and stuff,
but I'm sure he's not actually dangerous.
Well, we'll that a look at him, but
maybe if she was seeing somebody in secret,
they wanted to keep it that way.
But why go through the theatrics of putting her
in the grave of an old devil worshipper?
[sighs]
What is it?
You'll think I'm nuts.
Oh, if you knew half the things we've heard and seen.
You can tell us.
I think Alice stumbled on something.
About the villagers.
I think... I think they still worship the devil.
Up at the old ruins.
[ominous music]
[Harry sighs]
It's all silly nonsense, Fergus.
Oh, I don't know, Harry.
This village is giving me the heebie jeebies.
There is one way to find out if the locals are up to no good.
Alright.
[car doors open]
[Fergus] Well, this is creepier than I expected.
[Harry] It was your idea.
Maybe the devil will appear.
Ha-ha, very funny. I'm not rising to you, Harry.
Is that chanting?
[group chanting]
What the hell?
[tense music]
Bugger this.
Harry! Bloody hell.
Shit. I don't mean that.
There is no hell. No devil, no hell.
[chanting continues]
[female #1] You do not belong here. Leave.
[all] Leave! Leave!
Leave! Leave! Leave! Leave!
Okay, Harry, maybe we should go?
My arse.
Does Father Lucas know about you lot? Hm?
The church does still ex-communicate, doesn't it?
Fergus, let's call him.
[Donna]Don't do that!
[suspenseful music]
It's not what you think.
We're all good Catholics.
[scoffs]
No, really!
We run the village tourist board
and we got together and thought we could tap into the myth
to try and attract some holiday makers.
We're planning re-enactments,
we're making the village a spooky destination.
Did Alice know what you were doing?
Of course she bloody did.
She'd been asking Mossy here what we were up to,
and she told him that she would be writing
a book that would tell the truth.
That our devil worship legend was started on a lie.
[breathing heavily]
So typical of her to cause problems.
Hmm.
[mellow music]
[Fergus] Could one of them have killed her
because she was going to mess up their tourism plans?
[Harry] It can't be that inane, Fergus.
I mean, I can understand them being upset,
but something else is at play here.
Little villages like this,
I mean, they're always bursting at the seams with secrets.
Like "Valley of the Squinting Windows."
[sighs] Exactly.
[dramatic music]
[Harry sighs]
What is it? "Maurice Lehane."
Hmm.
[seagulls squawking in distance]
[Fergus] "Purgation."
What the hell does that even mean?
[sighs]
What are you up to, ma?
[dog barking in distance]
[line ringing]
[man on phone]Council Housing Department, how can I help?
Ahem. Is Mr. Mac Giolla Bháin there?
[man on phone] He's out at the moment.
Can I take a message?
[sighs]
[wind blowing]
[car door opens]
[car door shuts]
[Fergus sighs]
[sniffles]
You have that look.
You're young and tech savvy.
How do I find somebody's parents
if I can't apply for their birth certificate?
Do you know their age and where they were born?
Mm, rough guess at age,
pretty certain I know where they were born.
Then there's nothing tech savvy about it.
Baptism book in the local church.
Ah, of course!
[chuckles] Didn't I train you well!
[Fergus sighs]
[car engine revving]
[birds chirping in distance]
[pensive music]
Hello?
Hello!
You're Alice's neighbour Mossy, aren't you?
Do you work here?
Sometimes.
Did you know Alice well?
Okay. That was odd.
[Fergus] So, he digs graves, Harry.
Are we gonna ask that mad priest for the baptism book, Harry?
Because I don't think he likes us.
Where would they keep it?
Maybe we could find it.
- Find what? - Jesus Christ!
Uh, we're looking for the baptism record book.
We, erm, we think that one of Fergus relatives
might be there.
Um...
[sighs] It, it would help us a lot
if you could just get,
get us that book.
This way.
[Fergus]I was a bit worried that fella was gonna
lead us into a dungeon or something.
Ah, Lucas Bartholomew Brady.
What, the priest?
Mother, Deirdre Brady.
No father.
[gasps] Damn it.
Illegitimate.
Just like in my book!
And you know that ended in a murder, Harry.
Wasn't there a family tree?
What?
The photos you took in Alice's study.
Uh, show them to me.
Yes! Ah-ha!
There he is, Maurice Lehane.
Now it's all falling into place.
No children.
Okay. What does that mean?
The headstone said, "Beloved husband and father."
His wife must have been...
pretty generous.
Look, you're gonna have to fill me in here, Harry. I--
[Lucas] What is going on in my church?
[pensive music]
What do you think you're doing?
Thank you.
Now, explain yourselves.
[chuckles] Look!
The scar, his left hand.
That's what I realised, Fergus. Surgical scarring.
Maurice Lehane had six fingers as well.
It's hereditary.
You... are Maurice Lehane's son.
Oh, and what do you wish me to say about that?
You've solved the mystery of my heritage.
[chuckles] Congratulations.
And what do you plan to do with this knowledge?
Does my right to privacy mean nothing?
Father Lucas,
I'm only curious to see how eager
you are to hide your parentage.
Did you kill Alice because of it?
She figured it out as well, didn't she?
[music continues]
I didn't kill anybody.
She came to me,
spouting nonsense about that stupid little book of hers
and about how she'd expose how badly Lehane
and his cronies had been treated by the Church.
I told her that the definitive history
of that period had been written.
Those men begged forgiveness
to avoid purgation.
Well, there's never just one side to history.
[music continues]
There is the right side.
"Purgation."
The cleansing of the soul in purgatory.
"Lucas Bartholomew Brady."
[Harry]Fergus, you're just saying words.
No, no. Claus B. Darby.
Lucas B. Brady.
Oh, my God, you're right.
This is an anagram!
You wrote this book!
You wanted people to think
the story of Lehane had been written.
A man who lost his way, but received
salvation from the church.
That is what happened!
And he should have begged forgiveness for my mother, too!
Of course, Alice Dowdall would have sympathy for him.
She, herself, a sinner.
But I tell you...
I have nothing to seek forgiveness for.
I have removed the stain on my family,
and I have done God's work all my life.
God delivered Alice justice...
but not through my hands!
[music continues]
[footsteps departing]
Let me guess.
You've figured out that the priest
is the son of the local devil worshipper,
and Alice was gonna reveal it in a book.
I'm a bloody copper, mum.
I went through Alice's research.
It says "Beloved father" on Lehane's grave.
I'm impressed.
And you're late, but I'm impressed.
So, are you going to arrest him, then?
Pathology say Alice died on the night of the 9th.
Father Lucas was at an ecclesiastical conference
in Armagh for that entire weekend.
His alibi includes not one but two bishops.
Hm. Well, the Church do like to cover up.
This isn't the DaVinci Code!
Well, he could have hired someone to do it.
He's got a few locals working for him.
He could have.
But why put her in Lehane's grave if he wanted
to hide any links to devil worship?
Hmm.
Now!
- Mossy Sheridan, is it? - Yeah.
- Do you want to talk to me? - How are you doing?
What's that about?
Don't know.
Hmm.
Well bloody done on making the link between
that book and the priest, by the way.
Yeah, well, I learned from the master.
Did you notice that he intimated
that Alice was an adulterer, too.
I mean, look, Fergus, the village is hardly crawling
with attractive married men.
[pensive music]
Surely not.
[indistinct chatter]
I think the Doctor's been hiding something from his wife.
Ah, come on!
[car doors open]
[suspenseful music]
- It was so obvious. - Wait, he killed her?
What?
[Harry] You and Alice, you were having an affair.
Is that why you were prescribing her
all those depression pills?
So that, that the people would think she was unstable.
The police would, would think that shed topped herself?
[Matt]Are you crazy?
Alice asked for that prescription.
She was worried.
She said her family had a history of mental illness,
shed started imagining things.
You're not denying you were having an affair with her?
No!
Did you need to silence her?
Did your wife?
I loved Alice.
I would have done anything for her.
[suspenseful music]
She didn't feel the same.
To her, it was just a fling.
I wanted to give her the world,
but Alice wanted her independence.
Did your wife know?
Of course not! I was careful.
[scoffs]
There's something I haven't told the police.
The night Alice disappeared, she phoned me.
Which is strange because Alice rarely confided in me.
Even when she came asking for pills,
she wouldn't open up.
But that night, she seemed desperate.
[Matt]She asked if I could call over.
I couldn't.
Donna was home.
I should have gone to her.
Yes.
You should have.
[crow cawing]
[Harry] Wait. What, what is it?
Has something happened?
I-I can't believe it!
Oh, are you alright?
He must have made Alice do it!
Uh, uh. Slow down, Leanne.
Who, who made Alice do what?
She's left him all the land.
What land?
The 100 acres behind the cottage.
Our mother never wanted that land farmed
or developed, it's all public walkways.
But Alice has left it to him. He'll farm the lot!
To who?
To Mossy bloody Sheridan!
It all fits.
I mean, Charlie is obviously ahead of us.
It fits and yet, there's something not right.
I don't know.
Mossy seems pretty creepy to me.
[pensive music]
Look.
I guess Charlie's done with him.
[knocking on door]
We know you're in there!
[door opens]
Mammy liked me to keep the house nice... for visitors.
I wonder if she's dead in a rocker upstairs.
[Mossy pouring tea]
We know that the police questioned you, Mossy...
and we know about Alice's will.
[thuds]
You wanted her land, didn't you?
You convinced her to leave it to you.
No!
Didn't know Alice had me in her will
until the Guards said.
That's hard to believe, Mossy.
[loud thud]
Alice didn't need to leave me land.
I was buying it.
Wait, she was selling it to you?
[suspenseful music]
It's a deed of sale.
100K.
Oh, well, that's buttons. None of this makes sense.
She said I could farm half
if I gave half of it to the public.
[soft music]
I promised.
I...
liked Alice.
Yes, yes. Would you send it over?
[chuckles] Thank you.
What did the solicitor say?
[Harry sighs]
He's confirmed that he wrote up the deeds
for Alice to sell to Mossy at that price.
He said Alice was absolutely determined
that Mossy would get that land. Hence the will.
But it sounds to me as if she must have been afraid
that something was going to happen to her.
Well, what's the solicitor sending through?
[chuckles] Oh.
Alice received an offer recently.
From a large developer.
Her solicitor believes that that's why she wanted to sell.
[truck doors closing]
What's going on there?
Village of the Damned Tours?
I can't believe it.
Look at those people!
[Fergus]Oh, no.
There's the doctor's wife.
Uh-oh, she's seen us.
She's on her way.
Oh, Jesus, here we go.
[bell chimes]
[door shuts]
[chuckles]
So the devil idea paid off, I see?
[chuckles] We had an unexpected
publicity boost.
Alice's murder.
People are going crazy to come down.
At least she was good for something.
- Jesus! That woman is-- - Dead.
I know.
And I'm glad.
You knew about her and your husband.
I'll get over it.
Matt is my family.
Sometimes, it's a cross you have to bear.
[phone chimes]
God, that is one angry woman.
Alice's offer just came in from the property developers.
[suspenseful music]
- Wow. - What?
They offered 1.5 million euros.
And the solicitor says it could have gone for much more.
Who turns down that sort of money?
T-this crew specialises in apartments.
I mean, I guess she really didn't want it developed.
What?
I'm an idiot, Fergus!
All the parts were out there for me,
and... and I still didn't see it.
Come on.
I have a plan.
[Harry] You said you loved Alice?
Completely.
Then you need to help her now.
We need to have access to somebody's medical records.
[sighs]
That can be difficult.
[soft music]
100K?
Alice may as well have just given the land away.
The police realise that, right?
Oh, yes, they do.
I just spoke to the lead detective.
And they are convinced that Mossy blackmailed Alice.
Dr. Matt admitted that Mossy knew
about the affair with Alice.
Mossy must have threatened to out her unless she sold to him.
But then, of course, he realised
that it would be much cheaper if she just
left it all to him in her will.
That is horrendous.
That evil man!
[Fergus]At least you know everything now though, right?
I mean, I just hope the guards can find some sort of
physical evidence that can help connect Mossy to Alice's death.
What do you mean?
Aren't they going to arrest him now?
The detective in charge says they don't have enough
to prove that he killed her.
Sure, he had no alibi, and he had a motive...
but that's not enough without DNA
or at least the murder weapon.
[music continues]
Sorry, Leanne. Sorry we couldn't help more.
[ominous music]
[door opens]
[light switch clicks]
Planting some evidence, are we?
Oh, we know it's you. You can just take off that mask.
I'll take that.
[plastic rustling]
[sighs] You set up the puzzle for us to solve, didn't you,
Leanne?
But you underestimated us.
See, you're the solicitor that works for the company
that offered to buy Alice's land.
You told them you'd bring it in cheaper
than market rate when you got the job.
In fact, it is the only reason you got the job,
because your CV was a bit sketchy.
[siren wailing]
But Alice refused to sell.
This is nonsense!
I was just desperate to get justice.
Your boss is already talking.
He wanted land, not to be connected to a murder.
There was one piece that really bothered me.
Alice obviously figured out that you were scaring her.
But I just never understand why
she thought you might want to kill her.
But then I realised...
violent episodes run in your family.
[Fergus]Oh, they sure do!
I mean, you've been in and out of psychiatric hospitals.
How do you know that? That's private!
Hey.
[chuckles] Her friends wanted to help her.
Her medical friends.
You knew the only way you could get that land was by killing her
and framing Mossy for her murder.
Yeah, you played on all that devil worship
stuff to get us to look at him,
he was part of the local group,
he worked in the cemetery and could have dug up Lehane.
You are a very twisted woman.
[laughs]
The mask has really slipped.
[Leanne grunting]
[Charlie] Uh, no, no, no.
Alright, let's get you down the station. Get you processed.
And then you can do whatever worshipping you like
from a jail cell.
[Leanne grunting]
[footsteps]
[Charlie] Take her in!
[indistinct radio chatter]
Fell asleep upstairs.
What did I miss?
[soft music]
Dare I ask?
Saw it on one of them late-night
American shows, Harry.
Fiver in.
Whoever gets to the hottest chilli and eats it first,
no fuss,
free pints for the night.
Banban the Wise day not work out then?
Keeping it fresh, Fergus. Keeping it fresh.
[chuckles] Well, what will you do
if lots of people get to the hottest chilli?
Ah! Never gonna happen, Harry.
I'll tell you why.
So, for example...
Someone starts with the mildest one.
Number one, right?
[crunching]
Then, um...
[breathing heavily] Hang on. Oh...
[coughs] Hang on.
[Glenn] It's number ten!
Argh!
[coughing]
That's the Pacino!
[coughing]
You better not tell your mum I stopped in here.
Call the emergency services!
[coughs]
Ambulance?
No. Fire brigade!
Fire! Uh-huh-huh!
[Charlie] I think it's a priest you want.
[Glenn screaming]
[Lola laughing]
[Glenn spits]
You're distracted.
Yeah. I gotta, I gotta sort something for tomorrow.
Mum?
[soft music]
Well, you know I'm here for you, don't you?
Thanks.
[waves crashing]
It was a nice surprise to get your call.
- What do you wanna do-- - You lied to me.
The man you were talking to, he works for the council.
Our rent lease's in Malky's name. It has been.
It has been since you left.
Are you trying to take it from him?
Oh, my God, is that what you think?
No! Fergus, no. I would never.
So why lie?
It wasn't a lie,
I just wanted to keep it a secret until it was sorted.
Till what's sorted?
I'm buying the house.
Yeah, from under Malky.
No, I'm buying the house for you!
It'll be under Malky's name until you turn eighteen
but then it's all yours.
It's the least I can do.
[soft music]
I'm here to make things right, Fergus.
[Fergus breathes sharply]
Er, okay.
Yeah?
I mean, that, that, that's good.
[both laugh]
I guess.
[both laughing]
[theme music]
[music continues]