How to Get to Heaven from Belfast (2026) s01e03 Episode Script

[thunder rumbling in distance]
[hurried footsteps]
[girls panting]
[crying] He was just so angry.
He called me a liar.
"You lying bitch."
"You lying whore."
I knew there was no talking him down.
I knew we were beyond that.
-But he grabbed me. [sobbing]
-[shouting]
I tried to fight him off.
But it was useless.
He had his hands on my throat.
[gasping]
Pressing harder and harder.
It felt like I was about to pass out.
When I saw it.
I remember feeling it in my hand, and…
And I remember thinking I had one chance.
-[thwack]
-[breath trembling]
So I took it.
[sinister music rises]
[Dara gasps, exhales shakily]
I've been looking for you.
-[softly] Go.
-What?
Go!
["Everybody Get Up" by Five playing]
Jesus Christ!
-Where's the car?
-Over here.
Oh my God!
What the fuck is going on?!
Robyn, wait!
[energetic rock music fades]
What the fuck is the craic
with people who are supposed to be dead
not actually being dead?
-Would you drive?!
-I'm gonna drive.
How? How? How?
Will you please stop saying "how"?
But how? Did we all, like, imagine it?
-It was him.
-Couldn't be, could it?
Unless he was… [gasps] Was it a ghost?
-Wise up, Dara.
-Then how?
-[ringtone playing]
-[Dara] Shit.
Oh, it's me sister.
-Cancel it.
-[Jamie] Dara.
-[grunts] Why did you answer it?
-I didn't mean to.
When is Mammy supposed
to take this diabetes medicine?
-What?
-Hang up.
The diabetes medicine.
When is Mammy supposed to take it?
Mammy's not diabetic, Jamie.
-Who's the diabetes medicine for?
-The cat.
Okay. Bye-bye, Jamie.
What the hell?
-This is all we need.
-[officer] Well, there you are.
Can I help you, officer?
I'm afraid you're gonna have to turn back.
What? Why?
This storm's worse than they predicted.
We're locking things down.
Come on, lads.
I mean, it's just a bit of a breeze.
Oh no. It's a de facto storm, all right.
Hurricane Olivia, they're calling it.
Hurricane "pain in the fecking hole,"
a bit more like it.
-A hurricane?
-Are you serious, girls?
There's been nothing
but red weather warnings on the news.
We were in custody.
You lads might have mentioned it.
[Liam] We had a lot of ground to cover,
Ms. Shaw.
-You can stay at the hotel.
-We've just come from the hotel.
Then you can go back there.
We'll inform you when it's safe to travel.
-Can't we just drive to the next village?
-No, you can't. Turn the vehicle around.
-What if we were really--
-On you go.
[officer] I used to have
a dog called Olivia.
A real pain in the fecking hole.
Christ.
-Jumped-up little prick.
-He's only doing his job.
-Why don't you just ride him, Saoirse?
-What are we gonna do?
Well, looks like we're heading
straight back into the horse's mouth.
-The lion's den.
-What?
-That's not the right… Fuck it!
-How do we face him?
What do you say
to a man you helped murder?
We didn't help murder him.
Clearly not.
He's nursing a pint in a Donegal snug.
What I mean is, that's not how it was. We…
We didn't do any actual murdering.
It was just a bit of burying.
Yeah, well, what happened?
Was he somehow still alive?
Did he just wake up
and crawl out of his shallow grave?
Wasn't even that shallow.
Sure, we were knackered digging it.
And then what?
He hides out for 20 years? It's mental.
[parking brake clicks]
[unsettling music playing]
Twenty years.
-It's not him.
-What?
How can it be?
Unless he hasn't aged in two decades.
-He must have had a son.
-What the hell does he want?
I think we're about to find out.
[unsettling music fades]
[mysterious theme music playing]
[theme music fades]
-[sighs] What is happening here, girls?
-I'm not sure.
I've ordered a few cakes as well.
What the hell, eh?
But if he knows what we did to his da,
he's nowhere near pissed off enough.
-I am freaking out. I am freaking out.
-Well, just don't, okay?
All the Dolly Partons are giving us evils.
Fuck them.
Here we are.
-[Dara] Thank you so much
-Andrew.
Andrew? Sorry.
You said that already didn't you? Sorry.
-[chuckles]
-Black's fine for me.
-I'm trying not to have any dairy.
-[Andrew] I really must apologize.
I can appreciate that a strange man
lurking around the place you're staying,
asking questions about you
might be a little unsettling. [chuckles]
I didn't mean to frighten anyone.
You didn't.
Oh, right. I guess it's just
when you all ran out of here screaming.
Oh. That wasn't really about you.
We were all a bit on edge.
A bit delicate.
We had a heavy night last night.
-Bad batch of heroin.
-Not heroin.
-Prawns.
-Poitín.
Desperate stuff. I actually thought
I was Batman at one point.
I mean, I was half bat, half man.
I had a bat's head, but a man's arms.
What was it
you wanted to talk about, Andrew?
It's a bit delicate.
Um, and terrible timing, I'm sure. Um…
It's about Greta O'Neill.
-Greta?
-Mm.
[hesitates] So, when I was a child…
well, a baby really, um,
my father disappeared.
Disappeared?
Mm. And we never found out
what happened to him.
I mean, over the years,
there was theories and leads,
but ultimately, they all went nowhere.
Until a week ago,
when I received the strangest phone call.
[chuckles] Thank you so much.
[laughs warmly]
Uh, here, help yourself.
-From who?
-No idea.
It was a woman's voice,
but she didn't give her name.
She said that if I want to find out
what happened to my father,
I should come here
and speak to Greta O'Neill.
[hesitates] So I do, you know.
I pack a bag, get on a flight,
only to arrive here in Knockdara
and discover…
-That Greta's dead.
-Yeah, exactly.
And died in an accident.
I mean, do many women of her age
fall down the stairs to their death?
I suppose not.
My mind has been racing.
Approaching the family with this right now
wouldn't be appropriate.
The woman's just passed away.
But the manager here
said that you were her friends.
I just wondered
if you might know something.
I'm… I'm really sorry, Andrew,
but I'm not sure we can help.
Excuse me, sir. Just to say, you park
your car out front at your own risk.
Ordinarily, there'd be no issue,
but there's a twister heading for us.
So if it were to, heaven forbid,
blow away or whatever…
-If my car were to blow away?
-I can't be held accountable.
-It's a rental, so maybe I'm covered.
-Your car's not gonna blow away, Andrew.
I'd give the insurance company a call
just to be on the safe side.
Right, of course.
Look, let's continue this later. Um…
-Over dinner, perhaps?
-I'm not sure we're still gonna be here.
You'll be going
nowhere in a hurry tonight.
-Seriously?
-It's to be a wild one, by all accounts.
Ah, well, dinner it is, then. 7:30?
No excuses. [chuckles]
-Sorry. Um… Ooh.
-[phone rings]
Hello?
No excuses.
[Seamus] We're absolutely rammers
on account of the twister.
[Robyn] Why does he keep calling it
a twister?
I can't believe Jason Meadows had a son.
Why didn't Greta tell us?
-Well, maybe she didn't know.
-But as I say, it's a great wee space.
-He was someone's dad, girls.
-He was a piece of shit, Dara.
It doesn't change that fact.
I mean, don't get me wrong.
I feel sorry for Andrew.
It's not his fault.
Though you might
have to use your imagination.
[wind howling]
I'd quite like
to imagine I never saw this.
We'll give it a bit of a tidy up.
Whack a few cot beds in. It'll be great.
-Where's the bathroom?
-Across the hall.
Across the hall?
I am sorry, but that is barbaric.
We could stick a commode in
if that's handier.
Oh, brilliant. Yeah, fantastic. We could
stand around watching each other piss.
-It'll be like Glastonbury.
-I've never been meself.
Is it not bad enough
that I'm gonna miss my son's birthday?
-My only son.
-He's not your only son.
Eldest. Eldest son.
Are you sure you've nothing
a bit less, you know… shite, Seamus?
Every square inch of the place
is accounted for.
There must be somewhere else for us to go.
This can't be the only hotel.
Now you say it,
if you go to the end of the street,
take the second left, you'll see
the Christian Brothers Dry House.
-They'll take in any poor critter.
-[sighs]
Bring up the cot beds.
Great stuff.
[sighs] This is a nightmare.
What are we gonna do?
Get him to change those curtains,
for a start. Jesus, the state of them.
I am not worried about the curtains.
I am worried that the son of Jason Meadows
is downstairs and wants us to have dinner.
-Which obviously won't be happening.
-I don't think we have any choice.
-No.
-What?
Enough, okay? Enough.
I will not partake
in this madness any longer.
I am done. I am drawing a line.
This has all gone too far.
Look, I don't know what the fuck
is going on here, and I don't care.
I don't care about bodies and coffins
and weird messages and mystery offspring.
I am done. You do what you want.
I'm staying out of it.
Staying out of it?
Robyn, you realize
that whoever made that phone call,
whoever told Andrew to come here,
they know what happened that night.
They must.
And if they know Greta was involved,
they probably know we were.
Staying out of it isn't an option.
We need to start getting ahead of it.
Oh my God, she's right.
[huffs] Jesus fucking Christ.
[soft, mysterious music playing]
[thunder rumbles in distance]
Sir, you don't have to be here.
It's all under control.
Nonsense.
We need all hands on deck for tonight.
What do we know?
The beachfront's gonna flood, apparently.
We've been advised to evacuate.
Better get a move on, in that case.
-Kells.
-Yeah?
Those women that you had in custody.
Greta's friends, right.
It was nothing, really.
They went to the wrong service
and ended up at someone else's funeral.
And then, well,
there was a bit of a misunderstanding.
Right.
Ah, speaking of Greta's friends…
Yeah?
I was surprised
Jodie wasn't at the funeral.
Jodie?
Because she was in town visiting,
wasn't she? I met her in the hotel.
Am I supposed to know
what you're talking about?
She told me
that she was an old friend of Greta's.
-Said they grew up together.
-You met her at the hotel?
The night of Maura's leaving do,
which was the day before Greta--
I know when my wife died, Liam.
Sorry. Of course.
It's just, I was surprised she wasn't,
you know,
at the service,
what with her being in the village.
-Maura's leaving do, you say?
-That's right.
-Ah. Heavy night, I believe.
-Well, yeah, but…
So you might have been chatting
to a woman named Jodie
or to the leg of a chair.
No, I'm sure she said--
I don't care what she said.
She didn't know my wife.
Yeah.
[sighs]
[woman on radio] So for tonight's story,
I'd like to take you back to 1837.
Rather fittingly,
to the most terrible storm
Ireland had ever experienced.
It became known as Oíche na Gaoithe Móire,
roughly translated as
"the night of the great wind."
It caused so much damage
and death and destruction.
Fires broke out all over town.
It was terrifying and spectacular.
A natural disaster, we'd call it,
but many people at the time believed
there was nothing natural about it.
[bright instrumental music playing]
[Owen] Greta.
-Greta.
-[Greta gasps]
-We're gonna go grab some lunch.
-Okay. I'll join yous in a bit.
All right, love.
[Maria] Bye, Mammy.
[in Portuguese] Please remember
to sign the products out this time.
I always do.
You never do, Jodie.
And then it's more work for me.
I have to keep track of everything
to make sure no one's stealing.
But why would anyone steal bleach?
[in English] I could drink it, I suppose.
[in Portuguese] What did you say?
[sighs]
Nothing.
Sign the products out,
or I'll have to fire your ass.
Okay, I get it.
[in English] No need to be such a bitch.
[in Portuguese] I know what bitch means.
Sorry. Yes, you can take the glass.
It's fine. I've finished.
So it is you.
[breathing shakily]
[flames crackling]
[loud slam]
[footsteps approaching]
[performing "Friends in Low Places"]
Blame it all on my roots… ♪
[Seamus] Sure you might give us
a wee song later. [laughs]
Oh, it sure is himself.
-Are these honky-tonk fucks multiplying?
-I can't see him.
[indistinct chatter]
-[Seamus laughs]
-The fear in his eyes ♪
When I took his glass of champagne ♪
I can.
Hmm.
You, said, "Honey, we may be through" ♪
"But you'll never hear me complain" ♪
'Cause I've got friends in low places ♪
-Where the whiskey drowns… ♪
-[chuckles]
So, you and Greta,
you went to school together?
Yeah. Uh, I mean,
she joined a bit later. Uh…
Her family moved to Belfast
from somewhere down south.
-Galway, I think.
-A little village just outside.
-Tashbaan, I think it was called.
-Yeah, that's it. Uh…
She must have been maybe 14 when we met.
But after school, we sort of lost touch.
It was just one of those things.
University, life. People drift.
Hmm. You three haven't.
[Saoirse] Mm.
-And your school, what was its name?
-Our Lady of the Sorrows.
Yeah, sounds a bit intense.
But it was a convent school,
and that's their vibe.
My father disappeared in 2003.
So if… if Greta did know him,
she'd have still been a pupil there.
Mm. I suppose, yeah.
Dad could've well been in Belfast then.
His work brought him everywhere.
His work?
Mm.
Sorry, thought I'd said.
Um, so, my father was a journalist.
Um, an investigative journalist. Here.
[tense music playing]
[Robyn] "Charles Sampson."
Your father's name was Charles Sampson?
Mm-hmm.
He wrote some pretty incredible pieces,
considering he was so young.
Bit of a prodigy.
Bloody fearless, if very secretive,
which hasn't exactly helped things
from… from my point of view.
[echoing] I just want
to uncover the truth.
[distorted laughter]
[Greta] Saoirse.
[laughter swirling]
[horse neighs]
Shh.
[distortion fades]
[Robyn] Er, sorry. I don't understand.
[Andrew] I mean that some of the things
he was looking into, some of those people,
pretty terrifying stuff.
Mm. And so much time has gone past
that the officers who were originally
looking into the case are dead or retired.
But I… I am not going to give up. I can't.
These are his notes.
Well, the ones my mother saved.
They're basically encrypted.
It's almost like he invented his own code.
His paranoia's completely understandable,
but it does make it difficult
to know which story he was chasing
when he went missing.
[muffled] I think he references
a cabin in the woods,
a fallen angel, the mournful woman.
And then something that appears
over and over again is this. This symbol.
[eerie music playing]
[Andrew] I know.
It looks pretty sinister, doesn't it?
Sort of satanic.
Almost cult-like.
She said he was an ex-boyfriend.
Said he was violent, controlling.
She said his name was Jason Meadows.
No wonder nobody came looking for him.
Jason Meadows didn't even exist!
-[Saoirse] No, it doesn't make sense.
-We never questioned anything she told us.
He was always
just a figure in the distance.
-[echoing] A figure in the distance.
-[Andrew] My father disappeared.
We never found out what happened to him.
-[Saoirse] I can't believe she'd lied.
-Well, she did.
Because he was a fucking journalist.
-What was she mixed up in?
-What are we mixed up in?
We helped bury a lad, and we didn't
even bother to check his fucking ID.
And this? This thing that
she convinced us to brand ourselves with?
I mean, what does it even mean?
Are we in a cult?
No! I mean, I don't think so.
You'd know if you were in a cult,
wouldn't you?
Surely you'd have
to, like, fill in a form or something.
I felt guilty enough
when I thought we'd murdered a creep.
-We didn't murder him!
-We accessorized, though.
Can you or can you not
go to prison for accessorizing?
Don't think that's the word.
I'll tell you the word I'm looking for.
Fuck you, Saoirse.
-That's three words.
-Please don't fight.
-This is your fault.
-What?
I never liked her.
We never liked her, did we?
Oh, grow up!
But you were all, "There's this new girl
in my class. She's from the South."
-"Her accent's so cool."
-You're not serious.
You forced her into the group
because you thought she was exciting.
You thought she was different.
You know what? And you were right.
She was different.
She was a fucking psychopath.
She was going around
killing journalists and founding cults.
We have no idea
what the real story is here.
We know that she lied to us
about a man abusing her
and assaulting her.
And putting that massive
"fuck you to the sisterhood" aside,
I am pretty sure that whatever
she was involved with back then
has come back to bite her in the arse,
and you've dragged us
back into the middle of it.
-Oh, we all got that email.
-And I said we should have left it alone.
Yes. Because you're always right,
aren't you?
Nothing's ever your fault.
You never make a mistake.
Well, except for those eyelash extensions.
Because when I told you
they looked natural, guess what?
I was lying.
They looked like fucking tarantulas!
Bitch.
Hear that lonesome whippoorwill ♪
He sounds too blue to fly ♪
That midnight train… ♪
Ah, sure if it isn't
the belle of Belfast city.
Oh, Seamus. [chuckles]
The very man. C'mere to me.
Is there anywhere around here
I could have a smoke
without walking into the eye of the storm?
-[Seamus] Not inside the hotel.
-Come on, given the circumstances.
No, I'm sorry.
It's a desperate habit, anyway.
Bad for your health.
Really? They should start writing that
on the box.
The moon just went behind the clouds… ♪
A cousin of mine, fierce man for the fags,
puffing on 60 a day at one point.
Mind yourself there.
Then doesn't he, the cousin, doesn't he
go and see this hypnotist in Burnfoot.
-Now, I know what you're thinking.
-I doubt it.
I wouldn't be into any
of that mumbo jumbo stuff myself.
You know, like crystals or manifesting
or chiropody or any of that nonsense.
Chiropody?
Three sessions he had, that was it. Done.
Never so much as
looked at a cigarette since.
Right.
Now, occasionally,
he'll still bark like a dog,
but it's a small price to pay.
All righty.
Is there any way I could get
a bottle of whiskey? [chuckles]
[thunder rumbles]
Did you ever see a robin weep ♪
When leaves began to die ♪
Like me he's lost the will to live ♪
I'm so lonesome I could cry ♪
[sighs slowly]
[piano note plays]
[exhales sharply]
Who were you?
Who did you become?
-Find me and find out.
-I don't want to find you.
Not anymore.
-That's not true.
-Isn't it?
You haven't been this excited
since you saw poor Charles Sampson
all bled out at my feet.
-No, that's not… You can't say that.
-[chuckles]
Finally, something had actually happened.
I made something happen.
You certainly weren't going to.
You were too afraid of everything.
Still are.
That's why you do what you do.
That's why you write
your stupid little stories.
So you can live through
the fictional people
you create in your own little head.
Oh, it's so fucking pathetic.
You are so
fucking
pathetic.
Maybe I am.
Hey! Who are you talking to?
Oh shit. Sorry. I was just trying to, erm…
I was just trying to work out this scene,
and… You're all wet.
Yeah, we're evacuating people
from the village. Bringing them here.
-Shit.
-It's a precaution, really.
I mean, I hope it's a precaution.
Uh, Liam, we're just getting
all that sorted for you now.
-Thanks, Lucy.
-And if you need anything else.
-I mean, like anything at all.
-I'll be sure to let you know.
Are you smoking?
-No.
-I can see smoke.
[Saoirse] Oh.
[chuckles] Who put that there?
You can't smoke in here.
You shouldn't even be in here.
Ah. Erm…
-I'll deal with this.
-[chuckles] Thanks, Liam.
-I'll just see you later.
-Okay.
-Seriously, what's her problem?
-[clicks tongue] She's all right.
Yeah, if you're
an attractive man in a uniform.
Can I have a drag?
Didn't think the kids smoked these days.
Only when they're stressed.
Well, I find that… oddly reassuring.
[clears throat]
Whiskey?
I'm good. I'm working.
Oh.
[hesitates] So you're gonna
move people in…
in here?
Yeah. Just for tonight.
It's a big, uh, wedding reception venue,
you know.
Really?
Yeah. You should ask Seamus.
He might do you a deal for your big day.
[chuckles] Yeah, I think
I'll leave all that up to Seb.
I'm not very organized,
and… and he… he loves a project.
-Is that himself, is it?
-Yeah.
-Seb?
-Yeah.
-English, is he?
-Yeah, but he's not a prick.
-Right.
-He's a director.
He's good. He's great.
He's very… He's… He's…
-What?
-He's allergic to rabbits.
Right.
-And is that a problem?
-No. I don't like rabbits.
Well, I don't dislike them.
I don't have very strong rabbit opinions.
-But it… it bothers you?
-Not really, no.
No. It's just… I mean, you know,
how do you find something like that out?
Well, why don't you ask him?
Oh.
Oh, I feel like, you know,
I… I've missed the window.
If someone tells you they're allergic
to rabbits,
you ask about it there and then.
But I didn't, and…
and now months have passed and…
Yeah, there's no going back.
I think you should probably
just break off the engagement.
[chuckles]
Very funny.
The neck of her!
Slagging off my eyelashes.
She wanna do something
with her own eyelashes.
Because they make her look like
someone with shite eyelashes.
Robyn, come on. This is mad.
-Please.
-I will not go back there.
I refuse to be in the same room
as that spiteful bitch.
Jesus.
-[grunts]
-["Spice Up Your Life" playing]
And this is your plan, is it?
You're gonna sleep in here?
Are you? Next to the chest freezer?
I'd rather sleep
inside the fucking chest freezer
than breathe the same air
as that whore-bag.
Okay, I'm gonna stop you there, actually.
I know you're upset, but I would prefer it
if you didn't refer to her
as a whore-bag or a whore of any variety.
-It's not very girl power.
-Ah, fuck girl power.
-[gasps] Too far!
-[music cuts out]
[inhales sharply]
[softly] Sorry.
Listen. [clears throat]
I'm sorry.
What about?
What I said
about your job not being serious.
-Oh God, I wouldn't worry about that.
-It's not what I think.
I used to watch Columbo
with me grandfather.
It's why I became a guard, actually.
Really?
Back then,
I just wanted to catch bad guys.
-You know, I thought it was that simple.
-But it wasn't.
When I was doing me training in Dublin,
I realized something pretty quickly.
The bad guys,
they don't know they're bad guys.
In fact, they think we're the bad guys.
Some of us are.
Do you miss Dublin?
It was certainly a bit livelier.
Not much happens in Knockdara.
I don't know about that.
Do you think it was weird?
The way Greta died?
It's why you were asking those questions.
You think there's more to it.
Do you think there's more to it?
No.
No.
[unsettling music rises]
It's probably nothing.
Go on.
So we're gonna
rearrange the party, I think.
There's a storm. You're trapped.
Jack will understand.
No, he won't. He's eight.
He's a fucking drama queen.
He'll never let me live this down.
It'll be like Mommy Dearest.
-What?
-Andrew wasn't lying.
Charles Sampson was
a high-risk assignment kind of guy.
Look at this.
It's a whole in-depth piece
about paramilitary informers.
What the hell did he want with Greta?
It's one of the things I liked about her.
She listened to me
in a way you and Saoirse didn't.
-We listened to you.
-You still don't.
That is simply not true.
What do I do for a living?
-Sorry?
-What is my job?
-Computers.
-Computers.
-Things with computers.
-What sort of things?
You compute.
Look, Dara. I don't even know
what Jim does for a living.
Not really. And he's my current husband.
My point is, the fact that Greta
was interested in me was flattering,
but she was like that with everyone.
She never talked about herself.
We never actually knew
that much about her.
No.
Saoirse and Greta would've been closer,
wouldn't they?
I suppose.
-Do you think…
-What?
Do you think Greta might have told
Saoirse things that she never told us?
There'd have been no point.
We'd have found out anyway.
Saoirse couldn't keep anything from us.
-Do you think so?
-Of course.
Yeah.
-[thunder booms]
-[electricity crackles]
-[Dara] Shit.
-[Robyn] Fan-fucking-tastic.
And you met this woman here?
At the bar, yeah. She was staying here.
There was a couple of us out
from the station.
Anyway, we got talking,
and her accent was kind of hard to place.
She told me she traveled a lot.
She had two of these
handwoven bracelets on her wrist.
They make them
in a little Portuguese village.
-I remember because I complimented them.
-Very smooth.
I'd had a couple of jars.
She said they're in a pair
because they're friendship bracelets
and she was thinking
of giving one to this pal she's visiting.
They haven't seen each other in a while,
but they grew up in the same village.
-Greta?
-Greta.
-This was a day before the accident.
-Did you ask Owen about her?
[unsettling music rises]
Wait here, folks. I'll go get someone.
He didn't know what I was talking about.
-But you think he did?
-I'm not sure.
But after you asked all those questions
about the night of the accident,
well, I decided to check
the records in the morgue.
And I found this.
So she must've known Greta.
She must've given this to her.
How else could it have ended up in there?
-[Saoirse] The body.
-[woman] Shh.
[Saoirse] In the coffin. It's not Greta.
Oh my God.
[Dara] We never talked about it,
but I thought about it all the time.
I thought about
what happened that night all the time.
And the thing I held on to
was that he was evil.
That's what I told myself.
That he was an evil man. A bad man.
We were lied to. We didn't know.
We know now.
We have to do the right thing here.
Yeah Which is?
-We need to tell Andrew the truth.
-Are you fucking insane?
Don't you think there's a reason
God brought us together?
First, I'd need to believe in God.
We can tell him
where his father's body is.
Because we helped cover up his murder.
I don't think he's gonna let that bit go.
-I can't keep lying about it.
-You don't have to lie.
You just have to,
you know, not say anything.
-[electricity crackles]
-[both] Ah.
Thank God.
What? Where are you going?
This was bad enough
when we did the wrong thing
for the right reasons. Now?
No! Dara, stop!
[both straining]
-Give me back my shoe.
-No.
Fine.
They will put us in prison. Prison!
He deserves to know.
Don't you leave this room. I am serious.
Don't you test me.
Get you back here now.
Dara!
Mother of God!
[intense music playing]
[Robyn grunts]
Dara! Jesus, stop!
You cannot go up there.
I swear to Jesus Christ. Dara! Dara!
[both grunting]
God's sake, Dara.
Get off me!
How are you so strong?
Don't fuck about with a mam of boys.
-Oh no. Please.
-[Robyn strains]
-Have you seen her since?
-No.
She must have left.
I mean, God, it makes no sense.
If you were visiting an old friend,
and she suddenly died,
wouldn't you hang around for the funeral?
What…
-What was her name?
-Jodie. I didn't get her surname.
Did Greta ever mention a Jodie?
Erm, not that I can remember.
-What's wrong?
-Nothing.
I… I just, erm…
This is all so…
Strange.
[softly] Yeah.
Yeah, it is.
[soft, unsettling strings playing]
-[doors open]
-[music cuts out]
Kells?
Sorry, sir. I… I got a bit distracted.
So it would seem.
Hello again.
[quietly] Hi.
In you come!
[footsteps approaching]
I'll take it from here, sir.
Only if you're sure
it isn't too much trouble.
[unsettling music rises]
Listen. I know
you're probably still really pissed off,
but we really need to ta…
What is going on here, exactly?
I had to tie Dara up with my new GHDs.
-Which means they're probably ruined.
-Why are you stripping?
I'm all hot and bothered.
Do you think I could be perimenopausal?
-Could we roll back a wee bit?
-She had an attack of the Catholics.
Wanted to march to Andrew's room
and tell him the thing
that we should never ever
tell him or anyone else about.
[muffled murmuring]
I don't give a shit about your conscience.
-How can you understand what she's saying?
-Oh, your ear adjusts.
-[footsteps approach]
-Oh shit.
Do you need any water?
Fresh towels? Is there anythi…
All good here, thank you, Lucy.
So what is this, some sort of sex thing?
It is, yes.
-Do you Belfast ones have no shame?
-It would appear not.
Dirty bitches. [scoffs, huffs]
-Untie her.
-No way.
-Well, we can't keep her here.
-I know that.
But I have loads of space at home.
You'd have to help me get her in the car.
We're gonna untie her and talk about this
in a calm and reasonable manner.
I'm gonna tell him everything.
I don't care if I go to prison.
Okay. Pop that back in there.
What did I say? She's absolutely lost it.
Do you think the fact you took her hostage
might have
in some way contributed to that?
-[mumbles]
-Okay, shush.
I'm gonna take the sock out, but you have
to promise not to be a mad bitch.
He just wants to know how his father died.
Keeping that from him, it's wrong.
We can't tell him. Can we, Dara?
We don't know, not really.
I mean, we arrived after the event.
Didn't we?
And what Greta told us wasn't true.
That's right. That's good.
I mean, it's not good. None of this is.
But it is definitely a point.
We're in no position
to tell Andrew anything.
Not until we find out
what really happened that night.
-And how do we do that?
-I know who the woman in the coffin was.
I say we start there.
[tense music playing]
[Owen] Lads.
The power's back on, sir.
I can see that, Peadar.
["Rock'n'Roll Kids" playing on radio]
[phone rings]
[Owen] He's here.
I saw him at the hotel.
It was him.
We need to move quickly.
You haven't touched your food.
We were the rock 'n' roll kids ♪
Rock 'n' roll was all we did ♪
And listenin'… ♪
[Robyn] So, um, before we settle up, um,
a friend of ours stayed here recently.
She was the one who actually recommended
the place in the first place.
She loved it.
Absolutely raved about it, so she did.
Um, anyway, she asked us
to have a word with you because, um…
Now, listen, she is mortified about this,
but she thinks that maybe
she didn't pay her minibar bill.
-I doubt that.
-Could you maybe check for us?
It's just we did promise we'd ask.
She stayed here last week.
Around the ninth, I think she said.
-Jodie's the name.
-And the surname?
[hesitates] Uh…
Jodie… Jones.
Jodie… Jones.
No, I have no Jodie Jones.
I have a Jodie Pryor.
-Ach, I'm always doing that.
-[chuckles]
Yeah. No, Jones…
Jones was her maiden name.
Well, let's have a wee look here, then.
Mm-hmm. [clicks tongue]
All right.
[whispering] I feel really shit
about this.
Particularly because you've done
so much for the arts.
[clears throat]
-[gasps] Oh my God! I'm so sorry.
-[Seamus gasps]
Jesus, Mary and St. Joseph. An Uachtaráin.
-It was an accident.
-[Seamus] Oh! You've broken his nose.
You've broken the president's nose.
[Saoirse] Maybe we could,
like, glue it or something.
["Amhrán na bhFiann" playing]
[sobbing]
[sighs] No home address,
no contact number, nothing.
We got nothing.
Jessica Fletcher can rest easy.
It's not good.
I didn't think it would actually break.
I mean, defacing a statue
of the current president,
that has to be bad luck.
Yeah, I don't think
our luck could get much worse.
It's definitely Jodie.
She's definitely the body in the coffin.
She had dinner with someone
while she was here. It's on her bill.
What did they have?
Sea bass and steak.
-See, I didn't think much of the steak.
-Oh.
Hey.
You're leaving?
Yeah. They said
the main road to Belfast's open now,
so I'm gonna take my chances.
Hopefully there's a flight.
[hesitates] Sorry we weren't more help.
Oh no, don't be silly.
I'm going to come back.
I still plan to talk to Greta's family.
You know, when the time's right.
If all this has taught me anything,
it's patience.
-[Saoirse] Mm.
-Really lovely meeting you.
You too, Andrew.
-Andrew!
-Dara, please.
Yeah?
[thunder rumbles]
Good luck.
Thank you.
Ah, you're still here.
Oh God, Seamus.
Any luck?
We've him booked in
with a sculptor in Monaghan.
He's very good, apparently.
Specializes in nose jobs.
Well, I'm paying for it.
No, really now, Seamus. I insist.
Grand. So, listen,
this friend of yours, this Jodie.
-Yes?
-Will you be seeing her anytime soon?
Will we be?
I clean forgot about it earlier,
and it's only just come back to me now.
She left this in her room.
Now, we've no address for her.
Got wiped from the system somehow.
The aul millennium bug
maybe caught up with us eventually.
-We'll make sure she gets it.
-Great stuff.
The girls said they found it
inside a pillowcase, of all places.
[chuckling] Sure is it any wonder
she left it behind.
What is it?
-[Robyn] What does it say?
-[Dara] I'm not sure.
I think it's Portuguese.
Okay, so Greta Heaney was 16 in 2003,
still attending school
in Belfast, Northern Ireland.
Our Lady of the Sorrows college.
Mournful woman.
Our Lady of the Sorrows.
[Booker] Take a seat.
[Dara] You're right.
It's the name of a holiday resort.
The bracelet she showed Liam.
She said she got it
in a little village in Portugal.
[suspenseful music playing]
A cabin in the woods.
Oh my God.
Wait.
Jodie Pryor.
What the hell?
[suspenseful music fades]
[ethereal music playing]
[music fades]