I hear you're going by the name Elliot Stanley. Who is that?
And why do we have the same name?
Put the weapon down there, Eugene, and then we can talk.
Why did your kids take me?
There's something that I want.
And it's set in motion something that I can't stop.
Diamond Express Cars. You think you could help?
Frank's already talked to you.
The truce is over now, Mrs Cassidy.
I am going to put a bullet
in Eugene Cassidy.
I heard you came over with a woman. Girlfriend, is it?
You know I can't let you go now.
Have you seen a woman who was in here yesterday?
Whoever took me has probably taken Helen, which means she's in trouble.
Yeah, I saw him not two minutes ago.
Frank.
A little knock to the head doesn't wipe the slate clean.
It doesn't change what you did.
You don't seem to hate me as much as the others, Fergal.
You need to speak to Niamh Cassidy - your mam.
You know my mother?
Helen, Jesus Christ, Helen. I'm back at the hotel, where are you?
I can't believe I'm saying this, but I have to go.
I'll be right here waiting, Eugene.
There was this DNA report. Fergal - I know him.
This kid is your son.
You know, I know I'm a Cassidy and I'm meant to hate you,
but...you're not all bad, you McDonnells.
Elliot Stanley's dead.
I'm going out for a walk. OK.
I'd like to be by myself.
Boss... It's not a request, Tomasz.
It's just a walk, is all.
Good trip, Madame?
A waste of bloody time.
What are you smiling about?
It's my wife.
She's pregnant.
That's all the world needs.
More people in it.
Thanks. Here's fine.
As you wish, Miss Cassidy.
Oh, hi, Niamh, how are you? How are you?
You just can't stay away, can you, Eugene?
Elliot.
Let's stick with Elliot.
All right.
What can I do you for...Elliot?
Fergal.
He's mine. Isn't he?
Are you asking or telling?
The police found a DNA match.
Did you know?
That my own grandson was a Cassidy bastard?
No, I didn't. Course I didn't know.
I knew there was something that happened between you and Donal,
because of the way he spoke about you, but I never asked.
So what now?
Are you going to take him out fishing,
teach him how to shave, is that it?
He doesn't know, does he?
That Donal's not his biological father?
No, he doesn't.
And it's not your place to tell him.
If you dare show your face near any of our grounds,
you will be cut down.
People need to know who they are. Oh, he does know.
He's a McDonnell, always will be.
I just need to talk to him, all right? That's all.
But you didn't though, did you? Huh? Way back when.
You knew fine well he was yours,
but you still cut and run, didn't you?
You still got the fuck out of town, Eugene. Elliot!
Here, how about this?
You want to talk to Fergal so very bloody much, right,
and I can make that happen.
But first, I want you to get something for me.
What? My father died in Boston, Massachusetts, 42 years ago,
and he knew, before he went into that surgery.
So he called me, and he gave me a tracking number.
He said he'd sent me something very important.
Something that I really should know. Just tell me what you want.
I am! Jesus!
It seems Elliot is no more patient than fuckin' Eugene was.
So, the cargo plane
that was carrying the thing that my father sent me,
it went down just off the coast right here.
Now, retrieving something like that, apparently there's a cost.
So while everyone was arguin' about who should pay
to dive down and rescue a bunch of bags,
I sent someone.
But he didn't come back.
And I believe that your mother went with him
and left him on the bottom of the ocean floor.
So you believe my mother killed some guy
and then stole what your dad left you.
OK, belief isn't proof. She has it.
And if you get it for me...
..you shall have the father-son thing
that you have craved for all these minutes.
Fine.
I'll ask her. Just like that? Just like that.
I don't remember any of this shit, so I give approximately zero fucks.
It means nothing to me. I'll get it. OK, then.
And here, Elliot...
..that man she went into the ocean with,
the fella I sent to find that plane,
do you want to hazard a wild guess at what his name was?
Go on, you might surprise yourself.
Was it Elliot Stanley, perchance?
Bingo, son, bingo!
I'll be in touch.
See, mansplaining is when a man explains to a woman
something that he thinks she might not understand.
Ethan, I broke up with you.
It's over. Erm, well...
I have to, erm... I have to go and see my mother.
There's no shame in that.
No, I know.
Ethan, go home.
But, Shortbread...
I'm not your Shortbread - or your Longbread!
Goodbye, Ethan.
It's been...
Can I borrow your car?
You really saw my mother do that with a...?
Butcher's knife, yep.
I mean, one minute she's telling me about your famous ballet skills...
Ah! ..the next she's murdering people in broad daylight.
Well, I'm glad you're OK.
I'm glad you're OK.
So what's he like...
..this kid of yours?
Honestly?
He's kind of an idiot.
Oh, well, that makes sense, given, you know...you.
You like him.
I don't know him.
An ex, a kid, your mother, I mean, it's quite the trip!
It was your idea. Oh, yeah, I'm very aware of that.
But now, I just...
I don't know.
What if we left?
Well, er, OK, so my son, my mother, what, we just leave them behind?
Well, yeah, no, I know, it sounds crackers, I just...
I mean, we were fine before all of this and...
..we both nearly died and...
..maybe coming here was just a mistake.
No.
We can't just...keep running away.
I understand, I do.
So, um...
..when the police were going through your rucksack,
they, um...they found something.
Oh? Yeah.
You're talking about the... Yeah, the...
Yeah. Yeah, that, yeah. Yeah.
Well, thank you.
It's...so sweet of you.
Yeah. Sweet.
I'll put some music on, see what's on. OK, yeah.
Sorry, I'm just...
..not really feeling the music right now.
Can I have a Guinness there, please?
Actually, sorry, no, could you make that a Scotch?
Ah... You're that guy!
We, uh... We met at your house?
Oh, right.
Hello there.
Hello, friend! We found her, by the way.
Right.
That kind of day, was it?
You could say that again.
That kind of day, was it?
Euh...
You look like you're traversing some salty waters there, my friend.
I've found the rocks at the bottom of the ocean, that's for sure.
Rock bottom, that's clever.
Continuing with the sea-faring analogies,
might I offer you a sort of flotation device?
There's no coming back from this.
Well, even when a person has been underwater for a long time,
it still may be possible to resuscitate them.
I did a course in Brisbane in my pyjamas once and...
Look, if you don't mind, I'd just like to have my drink.
OK.
I've done something awful,
and there's no coming back from it.
OK? There's just... There's not.
Well...you're speaking to the right person.
Because I have done...
..terrible things.
And it's like...
..I knew at the time I was wrong.
That I should try to be better, but...it's like I was in it,
so why not just keep carrying on?
Because maybe things were so bad that I couldn't make them worse.
You know what I mean?
Christ... I do.
I really... I really do.
Well, let me buy you another Scotch.
Commonly mistaken for plants, corals are actually animals,
related to the anemone and jellyfish families...
Known as the rainforests of the sea,
these vibrant ecosystems abound across our planet,
and are a delicate hive of activity for ocean-dwellers...
The moon.
It's got a face, doesn't it?
I saw the face of the moon this evening.
It was laughing at me.
You know why that is, Claire?
Look at me...would you?
Go on, then.
Do to me what you want to do.
Is that what you said to him?
To Eugene Cassidy,
just before you bent over and put his baby inside you?
Is that what you said to him?
He's upstairs, Donal.
Ah!
You got any idea what it's like to raise a boy that's not even mine?!
Mam?
Oh.
Move.
Put 'em down.
Down.
Go ahead.
What do you think she'll say? Well, we'll soon find out.
Sorry, sorry, sorry!
I mean, that is brilliant.
You stuck it in a McDonnell,
and they ended up bringing him up as one of their own.
Did Frank know? He does now.
I bet he doesn't know what to do with himself.
It'll be fucking killing him, this will.
It's good to have you back.
Well, I'm not...
I'm not back, you know, I'm just here.
Good as. Not for me, it's not.
Never thought I'd see the day
you shacked up with an officer of the law.
Well, never thought I'd see my mother-in-law
put a knife through some guy's eye, so... Mother-in-law?
No, er, it's just...
It's just...an expression.
Elliot here, he needs to find something,
something that you took from Frank.
What's Frank McDonnell telling you?
Well...
..he says that his dad sent him something
and you took it,
right before you killed someone called Elliot Stanley.
You'd do well to take what that man says
with an oversized fucking boulder of salt.
Why would he lie?
Let me tell you a story about Frank McDonnell.
There was a fella, back in the day,
got hold of a bottle of Macallan Michael Dillon at auction.
You know it?
Can't say I do.
Worth near seven figures.
One of the rarest bottles of whisky in the world.
Anyway, this fella bought the bottle and he called it a barley branch.
Extended it to Frank
to try and put the whole family feud in the rear view, you know?
Less blood, more money, and Frank, he said yes.
They went out fishing on Lough Mellin to talk,
to see what could be done.
Before a single word was spoken,
Frank smashed the bottle off the side of that boat
and slit the man's throat.
Threw the body into the lake like it was nothing.
A murder worth £1 million.
And that is why your uncle, my brother,
is not sitting in that chair there.
Jesus.
Yeah, her son and his girlfriend, I think.
They're in there now.
I'll drop you a pin.
So you're telling me, honestly,
that you didn't take anything from Frank McDonnell?
Cross my cold black heart.
Well, I guess I'll just have to find it another way.
I can help.
We'll come up with something.
For every part of me that hates that family,
there's more that loves you.
And if what you want is to talk to that boy,
I will find a way.
Thank you.
Do you mind if it's tomorrow, though? I'm knackered.
You can stay here, both of you.
You'll be safe from the bastards out looking for you.
Ah, that's OK, we wouldn't want to put you out.
I appreciate it. Maybe just one night.
You can stay here as long as you want.
You're my son.
Back where you belong and not a moment too soon.
Frank McDonnell's taken a lot from me.
You're the last blood I got left.
I saw her stab a man in the eyeball.
I mean, why are we having a bleeding sleepover?
Because I'm tired,
and because she might have answers for me.
About what exactly?
Me, my life.
And she said she could help me talk to Fergal.
And you believed her?
You didn't believe her.
Well, if we stick around, we might actually find something out.
More so than we would if we walked away.
And you're sure we're not, you know,
dismissing this whole "walk away" thing a little too quickly?
I mean, we've both survived our respective kidnappings,
and, well, we learned a very important lesson
about not believing every random letter we get from a stranger...
Some towels there.
And fresh clothes for the morning.
They were your brother's.
Sleep well. Thanks.
I'm going to go and have a shower.
Good idea.
So...definitely staying, then.
You mind?
How much did you hear?
Is it true?
Were you ever going to tell me?
Probably not.
No.
Just keep lying to me.
It doesn't change anything.
My whole life I was told the Cassidys are sub-human retards
worth less than the shit that comes out of them.
Don't say "retards", Fergal. I'm sorry.
It is what we call them, though.
That's true enough.
He's still your dad, Fergal.
And you're still a McDonnell.
I'm not, though.
And I'm not going tomorrow. It's been booked months.
I don't need to learn fuckin' Irish, Mam!
It's important to Frank.
Well, he's not even my grandad! He is.
That hasn't changed.
And with all of this, your dad feels it's best if...
..if you were somewhere else.
Oh.
For now.
It's like that, is it?
Just...for now.
Shower's good.
You want a go? Yeah.
I'm going.
Been a long day.
Oh, yeah.
I mean, meeting the parents is normally weird,
but this takes all the biscuits
and buys more biscuits and takes them too,
and it's pretty much just a biscuit shop at this point.
Made out of biscuits.
Thank you.
For trying to find me.
Thank you for trying to find me.
Hey, erm...
The ring?
What did you do with it?
Oh, erm...
Yeah, er, it's in your bag at the police station.
Ah.
So we can get it tomorrow.
Mm.
Did you notice how I didn't ask you what you'd say?
Well, you know that saying that is basically asking me what I'd say.
And the truth is... I don't think I'll know
until you actually ask me.
But...shouldn't you know?
I mean, like, shouldn't you have, like, a reaction?
Well, I...
I just... I didn't expect it, is all.
I mean, it was kind of a shock.
A shock.
Yeah. Well, that's not good.
Well, a shock can be a good thing.
But they're usually not, though, are they?
I mean like, er, electric shock, anaphylactic shock, septic shock...
OK, let's just stop listing shocks.
Look...
..I love you.
I love you, too.
Cardiogenic shock... OK, OK.
Hey, boy!
Fuck quieter!
Just like his mother is that boy.
Fuck.
Put it back in your trousers, Eugene.
We've got company.
You two, round the back.
Fuck's sake!
Eejit!
Shit! Behind you!
What the fuck's going on? You were followed,
and they've come to kill us, that's what the fuck's going on.
What? We would have seen them! You didn't, and you were.
You led them right to us. Now follow me if you enjoy breathing.
Do you have another gun?
I do, in the kitchen - you want to go get it? Ah, no!
No, Tomasz, it's me! Fuck!
How many? Ten. Fuck!
Mention this and I'll serve you your own bollocks!
Let us get you safe.
Jesus!
Did you get any sleep?
I don't know.
Some, maybe.
Where even are we?
I have no idea.
Just like old times.
I don't know what that means.
You must remember some from school.
I remember, erm...service station...
..and library.
It's a start!
It's not normal you, know?
What?
Most people, when they find out that their dad's not their dad...
..don't get sent away like it's their fault.
I told you, this was already booked.
It's...
We just want to keep you safe, OK?
Your dad, he loves you,
and this...is going to stir things up.
Even more than Mama Cassidy doing cousin Brian through the eyehole.
This is the best place for you right now.
There's a war coming.
And this place will help you find out who you are.
I know who I am.
Love you, Ma.
I'm just looking for my name tag.
Just, erm...
I'm just looking for the name tag.
It's Irish only, remember.
I do, yeah.
But mine's for shit, so.
Well, that's why you're here, though, right?
Not really.
I'm here cos my grandad Frank wants me to reconnect with where I'm from.
Aw!
Where I'm from's a lie, though. Oh.
Right, well...
Did you find yourself there?
Close enough.
Don't you fucking start with me!
Listen, that's bollocks!
I don't want to hear it, Monsieur Tiote.
I know it was you.
You sent Frank's people right to my doorstep,
to me and to my son.
I'm getting another call.
This isn't over!
I suggest you sleep with one-eye open
from now on, you shifty little fuck!
Yeah?
Good morning. Hey.
How, er...
How'd things end up last night?
People died.
More of theirs than ours.
Someone's on the phone.
It's Fergal McDonnell. He wants to talk to you.
Hello.
Hi.
So you've...
..you've heard?
That I'm...?
Yeah.
I, er...looked up your mam's number on my dad's phone
when he was passed out drunk.
You said I wasn't smart.
I don't know, I just... I just thought I should, em...
..call.
Probably a good thing I didn't kill you on the island back there.
Yeah.
Yeah, no, that would've been some real...
..Greek tragedy stuff there, wouldn't it?
Irish tragedy, but...yeah.
Er...
You know, I...
I don't really...
I'm not really good at this sort of thing.
I don't really know what to say, erm...
Er, I was...
I was thinking maybe we could meet.
Yeah.
Yes. Yes, no, that would be, er...that'd be great.
Yeah, considering the situation, I think we...we should talk.
I don't think your family would be too pleased about it, though.
They don't need to know.
Somewhere out the way?
They've packed me off,
and I don't think they'll be coming out here any time soon.
I love that boy with all my heart.
but, by Jesus, he doesn't half get himself into some shit.
Do you...happen to know much about Fergal's mum?
Claire?
I do.
What's she like?
Beautiful.
Oh. He wants to meet up.
Told you.
Crikey, erm...where?
Some place in the middle of nowhere.
We should get going. I'll take you back to your car.
I don't know why you're doing this.
But you should bring some of my people - to be safe.
Ah, I'm fine. I have to insist.
Look, if I roll up with your crew, the boy's going to run a mile.
I told you, I'm fine.
Just remember who your real family are.
You know, I, erm... I've been thinking.
What if you ran away to protect your son?
OK, why would I...? Well, hear me out.
I mean, you get a McDonnell pregnant,
and you know how much muck that's going to throw up in the air,
so I was just wondering...
If I changed my name to Elliot Stanley,
fled the country and then never spoke to him again
just out of the goodness of my heart?
Well, I mean, I feel like you must have had a reason to...to run away.
I mean, this whole situation is banana cakes around here,
so I mean, I can see why you...
Or maybe it's more likely that I just royally fucked up
and I was too much of a coward to stick around.
Why do you always assume the worst about yourself?
You know why.
Look, I know that you've done some bad things, but...
..I don't think that automatically...
"Some bad things."
I'm trying to say that I...
No, no, what you're doing is you're digging around my past,
trying desperately to find something, anything,
that could tell you that I'm a good person,
that I'm not the man who did those awful things.
Like, you always do that.
That's why you wanted to come back here, OK?
People are dead because of my actions, Helen.
That is who I am.
There's not some fucking halo that's going to just appear
and just wipe away all my past.
Remember when we said that we wouldn't talk about any of this?
Well, that's fine by me.
Good.
Great.
Awesome.
Frank! What are you doing here? Don't.
You know well enough why I'm here.
Do you want to go inside or...? I'm all right where I am.
With respect, Frank, this is a private matter.
It's a family matter.
Donal and I, we worked through it.
Bringing another man's son into the world
is not something you work through.
You not keeping your legs closed is what's put us here now.
Why are you here, Frank?
Your boy is a fucking Cassidy.
He is nothing of the sort, and you know it as well as I do.
He's a f...
Ah, Jesus, Claire, I'm not going to hurt you.
I'm not my son.
No.
You'd send someone else to do that, wouldn't you? Hmm.
People are going to hear of this, you know that, don't you?
It's on the wind now.
And if the people that work for us,
if they think we have a loose floorboard in our house...
So I need you to understand that Fergal has something to prove now.
He has to show us, and everyone around him,
that he understands who his family really are.
What is it that you want with him, Frank?
That'd be between me and him now, wouldn't it?
I don't think you want to be making too much of a racket, do you?
The part you've played in all this.
You take good care of yourself.
I'm going to pull up here.
The map says it's another five minutes down the road.
I just think we need to check it out first.
I mean...
Are you sure?
Well, it's just you don't really know this kid,
and then he calls you up out of the blue
and asks you to meet him in the middle of nowhere.
He's the reason I'm still alive.
If it wasn't for him, I'd still be on the island.
I'm just asking you to be careful, that's all.
See? Nothing to worry about.
Well, no Fergal either.
Come on.
This... This is going to be fine.
Hey.
Don't say it. Say what? That you told me so.
When have I ever said that to you?
Look, Elliot, I didn't...
You came here to find out who I am? Well, now we know.
The first thing my son does when he finds out about me
is sentence me to death - chip off the old block, huh?
Maybe he didn't have a choice, maybe his family...
Oh, stop with the maybes, Helen!
Sometimes it is what it is, people are who they are -
they're disappointing, mean, selfish and they're fucking rotten inside...
Just stop it, OK?!
Stop talking about yourself like you're some kind of...
I am who I am, who I've always been.
It's you that can't accept it. That's not fair.
Well, you're the reason we came back here in the first place.
You couldn't just let it lie - you had to keep fucking pushing. No...
Just admit it, admit that you can't stop thinking about what I did...
Elliot? ..about the type of person that I am... Elliot!
Where are you going...?
Where is he?!
She will kill you, I swear to God.
What are you talking about?
Don't fuck around!
Fergal - is he close by? Where do I find him?
I can't, Donal'll kill me.
Elliot... What is it you think I'm going to do?
I am not joking, I will fucking end you!
Where? Elliot, calm down!
The Mountcarrick Hotel.
It's 15 minutes away from here, he's at the Mountcarrick.
Come on.
Get in.
Here's your keys and your phone. Thanks!
Oh! Hey, wait, come on! Elliot...
Not now. Let's just...not. Come back, I need to pee, man!
You wouldn't really have killed him, would you?
Come back! Course not.
I really need to pee!
Er, I need to go to the toilet.
What the hell are you doing here? Are you wondering why I'm not dead?
Is that what you really want? You want me dead? No, no, I don't.
But you're not my dad and you being here... I know.
It's news to me too, trust me.
But people don't need to get hurt. It doesn't change anything.
Yes, it does, it changes everything.
OK, maybe we can all go inside? Where it's dry?
OK.
Hello?!
Anybody?!
Oh...
What the fuck happened here?
I hope, er...whiskey's OK?
The guy wouldn't really let me pick anything else.
I'm a McDonnell, we're like 80% whiskey, so.
Y'know, erm, on second thoughts,
maybe I should just wait outside.
It's raining,
and you were the one that suggested we stay inside.
I know, but this is your thing.
I'll find somewhere.
I didn't want to call, you know?
It was Frank.
Him and my dad.
They were saying that I had to prove myself,
like show them I'm a proper McDonnell.
You just do whatever Frank tells you, do you?
If it makes you feel any better,
I didn't know for sure if they'd be killing you.
Just a hunch?
Just a hunch.
Well, that makes a big difference.
Do you think we look alike?
Er...
I don't know... I don't.
I always thought I looked like my dad.
People always said I did, but...
Only I suppose he's not my real dad, is he?
Well, he's more your dad than I am.
Well, if you really meant that,
why would you come and see me after everything I did?
Why... Why did you come see me?
Er...
The things I did, erm...
..before the accident that I had in Australia, I...
..I hurt a lot of people.
Erm...
But I'm different now.
And, erm...
..I wanted to meet you and tell you that, erm...
..the person I am now...
..they wouldn't run away from you.
And I know that's meaningless,
because, you know, you have a family and a dad,
and I'm just some guy who's walked through a door
and started talking all of this bollocks to you, but...
..I don't want to be the person that runs away...
..is...is what I'm trying to say.
Erm...
I'm trying to take responsibility for my actions.
You know, now that I look at it,
I actually think we have the same nose.
Look, wait, if you look at it from the side...
..it's like...kind of the same.
Like sideways. Other side.
Yeah, yeah! Yeah. Yeah?
Yeah, you have a cute little button nose.
Yeah. Mine's, like, not as cute.
It's a little cute, but it's not as...
Yeah. Yeah.
The boys tell me you're his girl. Don't say a fuckin' word.
Just keep watching.
Not so smart, was it, coming here?
Typical Cassidy. You could've run.
Why don't you just let her go?
I don't think I'm going to do that, Eugene. Come on.
Where are you taking them?
You know where.
It's OK.
Like I said, I'm trying to take responsibility for my actions.
Get back to your lessons now.
Let's get moving!
Out. Come on!
Look, she's not a Cassidy, she didn't sleep with your wife.
You might not want to bring that up right now.
She has nothing to do with any of this. You've changed.
The fella I remember was only in it for himself,
would've thrown his own granny under the bus for a bacon sandwich.
Everything that you're so angry about happened a long time ago.
So nothing he's ever done doesn't count any more? Is that it?
Try telling her.
What the hell?
You're the one who sent the letter?
I am.
The message from Tommy was you?
Mm-hm.
Then who was it in the photo?
The real Tommy.
Some guy you went to school with.
We sent her the photo just in case.
Y-You could've talked to the police.
When I was in prison in Australia, you could've told them everything!
What's she saying?! Just tell me what you want.
Film this, please!
Why? What for?
My friend Mila, who died on that plane.
She had a son - this is for him.
Please.
Let me.
You know what he did to me - what he did to my friends.
Helen?
Helen! Hey.
No.
No, no, no, no.
Hey, hey...
It's OK!