01x06 - Body Count

[bunniefuu]

(owl hooting)

(undergrowth rustling)

(message send noise)

(background chatter)

Maria

Why return my letter unopened?

Because the others were so dreary.

(thwack) Yes!

(clicks fingers)

I've asked my wife for a divorce!

Did I tell you to do that?

Not in so many words!

Oh Christ, Hughie!

It was just sex.

Now, if you don't mind,

I would like to drink alone

before the airport bus arrives.

I'm going back to Germany.

♪

Burn everything inside. Right.

Four tenners, new handbag.

Sound.

(chuckles)

(metal clangs)

♪

Come on

Hey!

Oh hey!

I found your handbag.

Yeah, tell that to the Guards.

(dog barking in distance)

Yoo-hoo!

(g*n loading)

(effort grunt)

(g*nsh*t)

(g*nsh*t)

(g*nsh*t)

(panting)

(owl hooting)

(g*n unlocking)

(anguished breaths)

Oh my God! The b*llet went

straight through.

I can make it.

(gasps)

I mean, I could have left you

there to bleed out, right?

I help you, no cops.

I have a record!

I can't deal with the law.

Now promise, no Guards!

A car.

Pray

(gasping)

(muffled) Elvira!

Elvira!

(door handle clanging)

Elvira, wake up! Elvira!

Okay. Hey, are you

Are you okay?

f*ck oh, f*ck!

(anxious breaths)

I'm sorry.

♪

Elvira Elvira!

(door handle ratchets)

Please, love!

(banging)

Wake up!

(door handles snapping)

Whatever I did

.. I'm sorry.

(sleepy voice)

I won't do it again.

Maria Riedle's body was in

the boot of your car.

And then it hit me.

Those women that were m*rder*d

in the midlands,

the DNA was ruined by the snow.

So I knew I'd one shot. Once I knew

you were safe upstairs,

I nipped out in the car,

went down to the woods,

picked up the g*n,

dumped the body,

and then hosed out the boot.

ELVIRA V/O:

My God. Dad saved me.

So this is why you drink?

Kinda.

What does 'kinda' mean?

Okay, yeah. We'll park that for now.

Who are you texting?

Emerson.

He think you're up to your neck

in this mess.

I need to throw him off the scent.

We've got bigger fish to fry

than Emerson at the moment.

Well, it can't get any worse,

can it?

The r*fle.

Oh look, it can.

I've been moving it around

from place to place.

So after the guards had finished

searching the lake,

I dropped it in there,

and it was safe.

But then, of all people,

Hughie finds it.

Hughie?

So that's why he's been sniffing

around me at work.

He's just looking to see

what he can find.

But he doesn't know who owns

the r*fle yet. Yet!

Jesus, Dad! When were you

going to tell me this?

We're sitting ducks here!

Hang on, to keep you in the dark

was to protect you, that was

the risk I was willing to take.

Even if they came to the door,

I was gonna say that I shot her.

Yeah, but you didn't sh**t her.

From now on, neither did I.

Are you texting Emerson again?

Yeah.

Why? Because he's staying

at Hughie's.

We have more than just

the passport.

Hughie's letter to Maria

.. does not shine him

in a good light.

♪

So I went back

and checked the weather.

From five years ago.

At eh the night Maria was k*lled?

My dad said I could vouch for

his whereabouts.

(agrees) Yeah, you know

about that, there's something

I've been meaning to tell you--

Cool! I'll go first, shall I?

Do NOT let him talk.

So you wanted to know

Dad's comings and goings,

so that's why I went back and

checked the weather.

And the night Maria was k*lled,

it snowed.

And it snowed

for three whole days.

The town came to a standstill.

And that's when I remembered

You know this word for word.

Well, first of all

what has Dad told you?

Eh that he drove him home

after eleven.

Drove?

No, Dad walked.

Sorry.

It slipped my mind,

he can't drive.

No, he can drive. I mean,

who do you think taught me?

Right.

Yeah, so he left here and

went to the chipper.

Which is a dump.

I always said he'd get food

poisoning. And guess what?

BOTH: He did!

So that night, I wanted to

drive him to the doctor,

but the snow was too heavy.

So, I kept him in bed

for three days,

and nursed him back to health.

Then, on the third day

ELVIRA V/O:

This sounded much better at home!

He finally ate something, and we

were listening to the radio,

and we heard that Maria's body

had been found,

and that's how I remember

everything my dad did that night.

Okay then.

'Nailed it.'

'Now to stick the landing.'

Okay. A school night.

Gotta go! Oh you asked me

for a drink.

Which we've had!

Well, one more won't k*ll you.

I know what one more means.

Look

I like you.

Well I

.. more than like you.

But I'm not going to be

a shoulder to cry on.

You're obviously on the rebound.

I liked you,

the minute I met you.

How many women have you used

that line on? Ah, come off it.

Everyone's got a body count. It's

not like I'm asking for yours. Six.

You've

What, six?

Yeah.

I mean, some were quickies.

Ahhh!

Some were really messy.

(engine revving)

Others

(whining)

(cracking)

.. I'll never forget.

And then of course, there's your

first time which-- what?

What?

I want your body count

.. to end with me.

(gently melody on guitar)

Real quiet, okay?

Hughie can't know you're here.

♪

ELVIRA V/O: Listening to the blood

pump through his heart,

'it's better than sex.'

'sh*t!'

'It's better than m*rder.'

♪

(birds chirping)

'Dear God, please let this work.'

♪

'It'll probably cost me everything,

Maria,

but it'll be worth it

to be with you.'

Can't tell you how I got it.

But judging by the content,

Hughie sent it to Maria

right before she died.

Turns out she wasn't running

from her husband.

She was running from Hughie.

It's all there in black and white.

She leaves, his life is over.

'Make your husband disappear

permanently.'

Oh, you got to the best part.

Did he ever threaten Daniel

in person?

That letter is the first

I've heard of it.

I'm sure it's perfectly innocent.

Come on, Rose.

Hughie doesn't have a bad bone

in his body.

After reading that letter, Emerson,

oh I'd say he has several.

Well, letter or not,

you don't have enough for

a search warrant for Hughie.

No

No, best I could hope for is

.. someone that lives there.

Someone who could take

a look around.

What am I looking for?

Whatever you've been looking for

since you got to this town.

♪

(door closing)

(drawer opening)

(banging)

(file drawer opening)

(effort grunt) Bollocks!

(shrill music)

(water gurgling)

Sorry about this, lads.

(snort of laughter)

(door opening)

Hughie how can I help you

today?

I'm sitting on the story

of a lifetime.

What you're about to hear

is gonna blow your mind.

Right.

Well then I am all ears.

Thank you.

Meet Fintan Drake.

Post mortem report.

Crashed into a tree,

up the country two years ago.

He had epilepsy.

This one is for Sylvester McHugh.

Also had a fit and died.

Now, both men were taking

the same medication,

the same amount,

only Sylvester had

one eighth of what the other man

had in his system.

I believe someone tampered

with Sylvester's meds.

Huh?

Now with all of this in mind,

I dug deeper

into Veronica Sloane's death.

Hold on, hold on.

What have Veronica and Sylvester

got to do with each other?

Rose now try to keep

an open mind on this.

I think we have a k*ller

in our town.

The same k*ller who k*lled

Maria Riedle.

(phone beeps)

(discordant note)

Do you know what, Hughie?

You're right.

Oh, there is a k*ller.

(chuckles)

You.

(birds tweeting)

Homeless girl.

Give him the stash,

get my 5k

and you'll get 400.

This feels dodgy.

You came to me looking for cash.

I know.

Just why not do it yourself?

Ah, I've had money problems

with this scumbag before.

So what makes you think I won't?

Because you know him.

(sinister music)

(gagging)

Rose

"Are you in Hughie's?"

Yeahif we if we can't charge

him with m*rder,

we can probably get him

on goose-napping.

How about both?

(music builds and fades)

Mick.

"You got it?"

This needs to stick.

"Do you get me?"

Oh yeah.

(g*n loading)

(Western-style music)

Well, would you like

to explain to me,

how the weapon that k*lled

Maria Riedle

ended up in YOUR office?

Right, I will tell you EXACTLY

where I found it.

(thwoomp)

(skittles falling)

(happy laugh)

Word is, you found

the r*fle at the lake?

Don't do lakes. And that you had

a friend with you?

(snorts) Don't do friends either.

He's a liar!

Go to the source!

He called me the source? Stop!

We read an old article. Said they

went sh**ting together,

Hughie and your father.

Well, you know

.. it used to drive Daddy nuts.

Yeah? What did?

Well, the fact that Hughie

was such a crack shot.

She's not seriously saying

that I stole that r*fle

from Quigley's farm?

Don't get drawn in.

My advice remain silent.

And have her LIE about me again?

No, no call her back in here.

I want to phone someone.

Who?

You're working for that

gak-head now?

Man, are you hard up.

I'm in a hurry, Leonard.

You know what? We should try

a few rails. Check the quality.

I'm grand, thanks.

Hun you're not leaving with

a penny unless you take a line.

House rules.

(phone jingles)

Leave it.

I can't, it's important.

(deep sniff)

(phone jingles)

Go get the f*cking money,

Leonard.

Orders? In me own f*cking house?

Go!

(phone keeps ringing)

What?

"Mallory, this is Garda Mulcahy."

"Could you come down to

the station, right now?"

Am I in trouble again?

"No."

"It's nothing like that,

no, I promise.

I just need your help."

"It's to do with a job Hughie Burns

claims he gave you to do,

five years ago."

(rueful laugh)

I'll be there in an hour.

"Right, see you then."

Hey, I have somewhere to be!

I need to clean up another one of

my f*cking messes--

(gasping, gagging)

(grunting)

The c**t!

He spiked it!

(thud) (gasping)

Leonard

(panicked)

Leonard Leonard?

She's on her way.

Wait

(clicking)

She's had it for five years.

Mallory will prove that

that passport was planted.

(faint gurgling)

Leonard?

Leonard

(anxious breathing)

(zip chugging)

Funny, isn't it?

I've been waiting for something

good to happen in this town,

and FINALLY

.. it's you.

(dog barking in distance)

Give her five more minutes.

Please.

(lighter clicking)

(phone jingling)

'Scuse me. You've blood on

your hand there.

Who doesn't?

(engine chugging)

(tense music)

(door hissing)

(melody on piano)

Did you know that

Ward Clancy saw Mallory

steal Maria's handbag? Oh yeah,

I heard that story before.

I didn't buy it the first time.

It's the ramblings of

a dodgy drunk.

You know, I'm glad you think

Ward is dodgy.

Because I do too.

You need to see this.

Dolly Stenson recorded every car

(Emerson chortles)

Remember when I said you reminded me

of someone?

Someone I didn't like.

Well, it made me think. Maybe

I should look into this guy.

Emerson, I know.

You k*lled a man.

That's not true.

Oh, well then I better go back

to my source, dig a little deeper!

No alright!

Yeah, look I was a

struggling reporter.

I was trying to land a big story.

And, you know, one day

some second-rate gangster

comes knocking on my door

with some info.

He'd give you an inside scoop,

if you doctored your notes.

Make it look like he was with you

when he was off trying

to k*ll someone.

And then a few weeks later,

the guy did actually k*ll someone.

The only one that knew

was my editor.

He owed me one,

so he swept it under the rug.

Which is something I doubt you want

the people of this town to know.

(chuckles)

Like they'd care.

Maybe not.

But what about Elvira?

What would she think,

if she knew you caused

someone to die?

You came here to find a k*ller

and now you've done that.

Bravo.

Just enjoy your success!

I mean, think about it.

Living under the nose of a k*ller.

The book practically writes itself.

Ah, but-- No!

Wherever Mallory is,

you let her be in peace.

Whatever is in your bag,

let it stay there.

Because, Emerson

.. this town needs closure.

FEMALE REPORTER ON RADIO:

In light of crucial new evidence,

newspaper editor Hughie Burns

has been arrested

for the m*rder of Maria Riedle,

a German national

whose body was found

♪

ELVIRA V/O: He looks like

the kinda guy I would k*ll.

'Only I didn't.'

'Arteries clogged like

a traffic jam did the job.'

'Nope'

'Me and m*rder are done.'

'It's better that way.'

(clears throat)

'Maybe I do miss it a tiny bit.'

(keys clicking)

'And it's silly, but my writing

definitely lacks a certain..'

'.. spark.'

'I it's sh*t.'

'Still, it's a sacrifice

worth making.'

'I have every reason to be happy,

and that's more

than most can say.'

Are you off?

Got a tip-off from Rose,

so I need to hit the courthouse.

Do you fancy meeting later?

Well, I'm having those pictures

taken for the book jacket.

And then I'm meeting the guys

from Sky and Netflix about the doc.

(she gives a small laugh)

Hey, look

I know you're bored.

Things will pick up.

Hmm. At this rate, I may need

to start k*lling people.

(chuckles)

ELVIRA V/O: What I would give to

tell him the truth right now.

Alright, I gotta go.

Wait, I need to tell you something.

I know.

You do?

Sometimes you get depressed,

right?

(hesitantly) Yeah.

Okay.

What can I do to help?

You're already doing it.

Since we've been together,

I haven't had one dark thought.

I just wanted you to know that.

That's why we work.

We can tell each other anything.

So who is in court today?

I can't tell you.

Why?

Because then you wouldn't buy

a paper!

(short laugh)

"We'll be returning to

these stories with more later on"

(report continues)

Smells lovely.

Go and talk to him!

(tv plays in background)

(sigh)

You know, you're the first fellow

that Elvira's had around the house -

never mind cooked for.

(clang)

Well now, I told her

not to go to any hassle.

I'd be fine with something

from the chipper.

Course, with the chippers

around here

.. you always run the risk

of food poisoning.

Oh, is that right?

Yeah. That's right.

(short laugh)

(headlines beep)

"In the town of Kilraven today,

a local man came back

from the dead"

Somebody must be taking

the piss, surely!

".. two months after apparently

falling to his death."

What the hell? It can't be right.

"Today he was reunited with his

wife, Margo."

Elvira, watch this.

"On the outskirts of the port town

of Vigo, Spain,

a dozen people, believed to be

victims of human trafficking,

were discovered in

a suspected narcotics ring,

with Mr Benson, an Irish national,

among them."

This sort of stuff doesn't

happen to people!

"Presumed dead, following

a fall from this very cliff."

"Spanish officials claim memory loss

from the incident,

means Mr. Benson is unable to recall

how he ended up in the Atlantic

ocean."

This memory loss malarkey,

I'm not buying that either.

Guys

.. I'm sorry, but this story

is too good to pass up."

Jesus Christ,

I've seen everything now, boy!

(shrill, tense music)

(mouse clicking)

On death's door five years ago,

still alive and kicking.

Wait a minute

(mouse clicking)

ELVIRA V/O: I need to visit

the Bensons.

'See what Sandy actually remembers.'

(doorbell rings)

FEMALE VOICE:

Go away!

It's me, Elvira.

From the paper?

(whimper)

Ohhh!

Uhm I know you're not

seeing people, but

Everyone has turned on us!

Just so you know, I didn't tell

anyone what you told me.

I'd never betray the confidence of

someone in mourning.

Well, your co-worker betrayed us.

(rustling paper)

Once he told everyone that

Sandy lied about his cancer,

we became worse than dirt!

This is one of the greatest stories

of human survival,

and all the people in this town

want to talk about,

is the few quid Sandy stole from

them.

Oh!

Don't mind them, Margo.

I'm here to help.

Oh, where are my manners.

Come on in.

So, how is he?

He barely talks.

Can't sleep.

And when he does, he has

the most terrible nightmares.

And now, he's

.. I don't know what you call them,

flashbacks?

Here we go.

He keeps seeing those men

in that warehouse,

coming for him. Oh!

You know what, Margo?

You deserve a break.

Why don't you go for a walk,

stretch your legs. I'll mind him.

(giddily) Thank you!

(door opening)

My name is Elvira Clancy.

Do you remember me?

(agrees)

Really. From where?

I'm going to watch you

for a bit, alright?

I'm so sorry to hear everything

you've been through.

And that fall from the cliff!

Oh

It was me.

I was the eye-witness.

I I'm sorry

I can't remember anything

from that day.

Nothing at all?

A selfie.

I slipped.

Woke up in the water.

And then-- It's okay, Sandy. We

don't need to talk about those men.

Are they here?!

No, no. It's just us.

Mmm.

He doesn't remember.

This might just work out.

No. More. m*rder.

They said you had a brain bleed.

My mother had the same thing.

32 weeks pregnant,

only thanks to me,

she didn't make it.

(sighs in recognition)

Oh, so you remember

my mother?

(chuckling)

(cutlery scraping plate)

Course you do.

(Elvira sighs)

I remember now!

I know you!

I knew it!

You wrote this. My obituary.

It must be strange to read it.

It's godawful! Sorry?

It's a piece of sh*t!

You've been through a lot.

That doesn't mean I don't recognise

sh*t when I see it!

He's a demented old man.

It's so stupid! I thought only

a stupid person could write this.

ELVIRA V/O: Ignore him!

Sounds like, you want me

to have another go.

Well, anything is better than this.

(tense music)

Just so there's no ambiguity,

you're asking me to write

your obituary again,

but make it better?

Why not?

Okay.

(birds chirping)

(clock chimes)

(gasps)

(screams)

(faintly) Help

Help!

Margo?

(anxious breathing)

(whimpering)

(sobbing) He thought I was those men

from the warehouse.

Be careful, Margo.

He'll hurt you too.

He won't hurt anyone again.

Hold on

I'm gonna get you some help.

(cries)

(urgent music)

Thanks for these, Morris.

Nobody seems to care that

there's still a k*ller on the loose.

Now, the first thing -

when I get outta here,

I need to find a connection

between these two deaths.

Hughie they won't be

granting you bail.

What? Why?

Because when you got arrested,

the owners of The Chronicle

opened the books and

Jesus, Hughie!

I know you're in debt, but

Paying your staff per article,

and then pocketing the rest

of the wages yourself!

Does everybody know? They will when

they read about it in the paper!

And by the way,

your last cheque bounced.

So you won't be seeing me again.

You prick! Ha!

I'm the prick?

Hughie, what you put your

staff through

Some of them did things they

never dreamt they'd have to do,

just to get by.

Anyway, I better go.

There's a will to be read.

Who died? You didn't hear?

Sandy Benson.

Tried to k*ll someone and then

k*lled himself.

Who did he try to k*ll?

Funny you should ask.

One of your poor,

unfortunate staff members.

Elvira Clancy.

Elvira! Don't worry

The knife missed all

her vital organs.

She'll be fine.

Wait what did you say?

She'll be fine? No!

How I made my staff do things,

that they never thought

they'd have to do.

Good luck, Hughie.

(door closing)

The connection!

How will I live? I dunno.

Maybe you should start

k*lling people.

(gotcha music)

♪

Four tenners?

(chuckles)

(manic laugh)

(wailing)

Have you been drinking?

Well, it's been

It's been a traumatic couple

of days, love.

It's not even one o'clock.

Dad

.. I shot her, by accident.

Surely knowing the truth

will help get rid

of some of that stupid guilt.

What are you doing?

Ripping my stitches out

until you tell me why you drink!

Don't do that!

Dad, I can HELP you!

Nobody can help me, love.

Right

I'm gonna tell you this

just once, okay?

It's because

Oh Christ, I can't do this!

It's because-- Because you think

there's something bad inside me.

It's not your fault.

You see, that's the thing.

It is.

Because I think that blackness

comes from me.

(door opening)

I'll leave youse to it.

(short laugh)

Everything is copy to you.

Come on

You know you want to.

(sigh)

Okay

So you decided to visit Sandy.

Then what?

You're looking well, Ward.

You shoulda seen me

twenty years ago.

♪

(lock clicking)

(car alarm sounding)

f*ck!

(keys jangling)

f*ck's sake!

f*ck!

(alarm stops)

What?!

(tense music)

(panting)

(groaning)

(sobbing)

I can make it.

I can make it, I swear!

Just please please!

Take me to the hospital.

(grunting)

What are you doing?

Sshhh.

You're a monster

a monster, you know that?

Just like everyone else,

in this hellhole of a f*cking town!

Sshhh.

(Maria struggles)

(gulping)

Sshhh

(struggling for breath)

(foreboding music)

(wailing melody)

RECORDED VOICE: "Radiology,

theatres, and theatre recovery"

(bird squawking)

♪♪

ELVIRA V/O:

I worry, sometimes.

That they might catch me.

But then I remember the kind

of people that populate this town,

and the worry goes away!

But say things do eventually

go wrong.

I've decided I'll take them here.

No, don't worry.

It won't be to blame you.

Cliches like that make me vomit.

No, when I bring them here.

.. and they take a look around

and ask

How many of those graves are

yours?

How many did you k*ll?

You know what I'll say?

What I'll tell them?

Not f*cking enough.

♪

How's business? Booming.

Let's keep it that way.