04x01 - Heads, I Win, Tails, You Lose

[bunniefuu]

All right, I am exhausted.

Good luck.

I'll see you next.

- Well done.
- I'll rush.

- Myself?
- Yeah.

[suspenseful music]

See you later, guys.

Bye.

[laughter]

You, uh, coming over on Sunday?

I will let you know.

I might be going out with Kevin.

Ah, don't make me
do dinner solo.

My mom's doing my head in
about dropping out of college.

That is one of the
many drawbacks of still

living with the elders.

Yeah, but she does
me washing, so...

Sure.

Hey, do you want me to
walk you to the door?

I live two minutes away.

I think I'll be safe.

And I love you.

Yeah, yeah.

I'll see you Sunday?

We'll see.

[suspenseful music]

♪

[door squeaks, clangs]

[glass clinks]

[beer pouring]

[loud thud]

[strains]

[theme music]

♪

[car horn honks]

Maybe you just put your
foot on the accelerator

a little bit more.

[car horn honks]

A little more.

[sighs]

[car horn honks]

A lot more?

You have feet, right?

Yes, I have feet!

[car horn honks]

Get off the road,
you fecking moron!

Fergus, you need
to not be scared.

I know.

It's my first time behind
a wheel, all right.

I'm getting there.

Well, you get there fast
if you put your foot down.

Fine.

Stop!

[tires screech]

What was wrong?

Nothing.

Just checking your
emergency stop response.

Are you having a laugh?

[chuckles]

[whimsical music]

♪

You're the one that's insisting

on taking an absolutely
pointless gap year.

All I'm asking is that
you use it wisely.

Well, hang on.

It's not pointless, okay?

It's smart.

The agency is making money.

I want to earn while I can.

You have a place at
Trinity, on my old course.

That's huge.

And it'll still be there in
autumn when I can go there

at the same time as Lola.

Okay?

It'll all be perfect.

Fine.

[exhales] But we are going
to get you driving before you

go there.

So tomorrow...

No way am I doing that again.

Look, you know, you're only
torturing me because you're

missing Harry B, right?

Bull, so I don't miss men.

Well, it's been
what, four weeks?

Six weeks two days.

Where is he now?

Korea.

Jesus!

First England, then
Hungary, now Korea.

What is this case?

I have no idea, really.

He can't tell me anything
because of this ridiculous NDA

he had to sign. Anyway, I'm...

Sorry.

Hold that thought.

Have you forgotten how
knocking works, then?

Yes!

There you are, mother.

Ferg.

All right, chief?

Grand.

I was just leaving.

So you're just coming
here in order to leave?

Well, clearly, you have some
question you want to ask me,

and you're having
second thoughts.

What is it?

Something embarrassing?

Questions about sex?

Something not working
between you and Orla?

You can talk in front
of him, you know?

He's 18 now.

Jesus, mother.

No, it's not
questions about sex.

I need help with a case.

Well, of course you
do, Charlie, dear.

Best we go inside, though.

I just want you to
be a sounding board.

That's it. Nothing else.

A fresh pair of eyes.

You two do tend to
have a different way

of looking at things.

I mean, an amateur
way, obviously.

Obviously, though, with
a pretty high solve rate.

Mm.

Not that we compare ourselves
to the Gardai, although.

Maybe higher percentage-wise.

This was a mistake.

Oh, Charlie, we're teasing
you from the lofty position

of having a better solve rate.

So come on, tell us.

What is it?

Come on. Come on.

It's got to be
something important.

And we're guessing
it's something

that's causing you a problem.

Otherwise, you wouldn't have
even thought to come here.

Good point.

So get it out.

You can't tell anyone I've
told you any of this, okay?

I could get in a lot
of trouble for sharing

this with civilians.

We've managed to keep the
link between these murders

out of the press so far,
but that won't last forever.

Seven murders over 16 months.

The problem is,
no two are alike.

Oh, that's odd.

Serial K*llers usually
have some sort of pattern.

Not this one.

First two murders were in
Dublin, then one in Galway,

then back to Dublin,
then two in Limerick

before coming back to Dublin
once more for the latest.

Someone who travels?

We've thought of that.

We're looking at taxi drivers,
truck drivers, train drivers,

sports teams,
traveling salespeople,

anyone with a reason to
travel around the country.

But the list is very long,
and there's no guarantee

our perp's even on it.

He or she might just travel
about because, well, they can.

Victims are different
ages, sexes.

They were k*lled
in different ways.

The victims and
the killings, they

all seem to be totally random.

And the problem with that is
that when the killings are

so random, there's very little
chance of catching the k*ller

unless they make a mistake.

How can you be so sure it's
only one k*ller and not seven

different, unrelated K*llers?

Because they do have
one thing in common.

All the victims
had a coin placed

in their mouths post mortem.

Charon's obol.

Yeah.

Charon's what ball?

[exhales] It's a practice
back in ancient Greece.

People would pay
Charon, the ferryman,

to take the dead across the
River Styx into the afterlife.

They would place a coin
in the deceased's mouth.

Nothing special
about the coins...

only they are the old style.

All have been cleaned,
no fingerprints at all.

Can we keep this?

As long as you don't lose it.

I could get severely
reprimanded if anyone

finds out I've done this.

Oh, you're desperate then?

I am.

I'm under a lot of pressure
from HQ to solve this.

Okay, we'll do it.

You just have to
give us a little time

to get our thinking caps on.

Okay.

But absolutely no investigating.

We're agreed on that, right?

Absolutely.

We hear you.

I can't tell if I've just made
a terrible mistake or not.

Oh, I'm sure you
haven't, Charlie, dear.

We're totally going
to investigate, right?

Of course, we are.

[music playing]

♪

Oh, do put her down.

You can get into trouble
for doing that sort of thing

these days.

Lola, could you get
us some flat whites?

You know, I was
hoping I'd be more

involved in the actual cases.

But it's not what we need.

You know, we already
discussed that.

What we need is someone
to pick up the phone

and pick up flat whites.

Got it.

So did you manage to look
at Charlie's case notes

last night?

Yeah, yeah, I did.

And to be honest, I
can't see where to begin.

The k*ller could be just
about anyone in Ireland.

- Well, it's not me.
- Or me.

So there's two off the list.

And I'd wager it's
not Lola, either.

What about taxis.

Victims number two
and number four

were both seen
returning in taxis.

Yeah, victim number
two, Sally Casey,

her neighbor saw her come
home in the early hours,

dropped off by a taxi.

And victim number


was seen getting into a taxi
by a friend after a night out.

Sally's body was
found at her home.

She had been strangled.

And Lloyd was found on
waste ground in Coolmine.

He'd been stabbed.

But I'm guessing there's
no point in talking

to Lloyd Gorman's
friend because what's

he going to tell us that he
hasn't already told the guards.

But what about Sally
Casey's neighbor?

I mean, who knows?

Maybe he remembers something,
or maybe the guards didn't

ask the right questions.

Yeah.

He's the k*ller.

Based on?

He's a campervanner.

I mean, he shouldn't even
be allowed on the road,

especially not when I'm driving.

Yeah, very
forward-thinking of you.

You know, there's
a special circle

of hell reserved for
people who like campervans.

Hello there.

Can I help you?

I'm sorry because he's
definitely the k*ller.

Hi.

[music playing]

♪

Thank you.

Thanks.

How long have you lived
here, Mr. Naughton?

Oh, uh, well, my
wife and I would have

bought this place in 2006.

Well, you and your wife
must love minimalism, then.

Oh, you mean, the
lack of furnishings.

No, no.

No.

Having a bit of a trial
separation at the moment.

And Helen, that's my wife,
she took a few things with her

when she left, and, well,
I didn't see the point

in replacing them
because she's just

going to bring them with
her when she comes back, so.

Did your wife see
anything the night

Sally Casey was m*rder*d?

The police report didn't
mention her being questioned.

No, no.

We had already started our
trial separation by then.

Well, Sally Casey was
k*lled 14 months ago.

That's a very long
trial separation.

Yes, I suppose.

She's actually
living under the go

with a fella, used to be
a neighbor, as it happens.

Well, that's all just
something that she needs to get

out of her system, you know?

[nervous laughter] So,
as we understand it,

you woke up in the night,
needed a glass of water,

and happened to see Sally
arriving home by taxi.

Yep, that about sums it up.

You were quite specific
about the time.



Yes.

Well, I remember
looking at the clock

and thinking that
it was late, and

I knew that Sally would be
up for work the next day, so.

Oh, you knew Sally well?

No, not really.

Just a nod to.

She'd only moved
in quite recently,

but I like to start every
day with a quick 10 miles

up on the bike.

So I used to see her
when she was leaving.

Which window did
you see her from?

Because I just noticed
when we came in

that your kitchen is at
the back of the house,

so you couldn't have
seen her from there?

Hmm.

Yeah, I don't think the guys
asked that question, actually.

No, no.

I... I came in here.

I was looking for
something to read.

At 1:30 in the morning?

Well, in case I couldn't
get back to sleep, you know?

But there are no books here.

No, it was a cycling magazine
to which I subscribe.

There's no clock in
here, so how could

you be so sure of the time?

No, that's... [clears
throat] that's true.

Ah, I remember.

It was the bedroom.

The curtains weren't
properly closed, I noticed.

And then when I went to close
them, that's when I saw.

Oh, well, that
explains everything.

Could we take a look up there?

What?

I'd rather not.

I mean, it's... it's rather
messy, living alone, you know.

Yeah.

I mean, we should probably
call the guards anyway.

Shouldn't we Harry?
- Oh, should, yeah.

If they hadn't thought
to ask Mr. Naughton

that question, they might
want to re-interview him.

Absolutely.

Well, I'd rather not have
the guards back actually.

It was quite intrusive.

You know, maybe you
could have a quick look.

He's hiding something.

Clearly.

[door creaks open]

Not very messy, Mr. Naughton.

Well, I shudder to think
what your bedroom must

look like, then, young man.

Anyway, there is the clock.

You see?

So, shall we head back down?

That reminds me of
something, Harry...

that soap opera director
who had his throat cut.

Yes, I remember.

The tripod from the film
camera made the same marks.

Do you have a telescope
or a camera, Mr. Naughton?

No. No, no, no.

No, nothing like that.

[clears throat] But I really
do need to get on, so.

Of course.

After you.

[music playing]

♪

Oh.

[tense music]

♪

I must say, you've been
very helpful, Mr. Naughton.

Of course, a terrible
business that.

Where is your...

[tense music]

♪

What do you think you're doing?

Oh, it turns out,
Harry, that Mr. Naughton

here is a peeping Tom.

Naughty, naughty,
Mr. Naughton.

Now, you can either talk to us
or you can talk to the guards.

Your choice.

Did you video Sally Casey
coming home that night?

[indistinct chatter]

You go back...

- Vicky, Cormac.
- Afternoon.

Harry, Ferg.

Cormac, how was the
match on Sunday?

We won, easily.



What's that?

The license plate of the taxi
that brought Sally Casey home.

You investigated, didn't you?

I specifically told you not to.

No, tie it down, Charlie.

It was just a little bit.

How am I going to explain this?

I don't know. Anonymous tip?

You may also want to go back
and talk to Colin Naughton.

That's Sally Casey's neighbor.

See, he knows when she came home

because he's a peeping Tom.

He filmed her.

[music playing]

♪

Yeah.

Go back.

Stop.

License plate is registered
to a Barry McGeeney.

Oh, Hello.

He's got a prior conviction
for manslaughter,

k*lled a pedestrian
under the influence.

That was five years ago.

Thank you, Harry and Fergus.

You're welcome.

Just had an anonymous
tipoff on the taxi spotted

outside Sally Casey's house.

Driver has a prior.

Go pick him up, bring
him in for questioning.

Then find out who did
the initial interview

of Colin Naughton and
find out why they didn't

discover he's a pervert.

On it, Boss.

[dog barking]

[knocks]

We're here now.

Be on standby.

Barry McGeeney?

Yeah.

Nuh.

Yeah.

I'll get him for you.

[clears throat]
Barry, it's for you.

Hey, hey, hey!

Go around!

[chase music]

♪

Oh, Barry, we're supposed
to be at my Ma's.

[chase music]

♪

Stop!

Suspect apprehended.

Send the car around.

We got an alibi.

My client ran because
of a misunderstanding.

He assumed you were
there because his taxi

license has expired.

Less expired and more
never existed Mr. McGeeney

drives a taxi illegally.

On the other matter, my client

has an alibi for all seven
dates you've asked about.

For all of them?

You do realize
that's very unusual?

That so maybe, but nevertheless.

And what are those alibis?

His girlfriend has given him
an alibi for all seven murders.

She's lying.

Perhaps.

But we have no
physical evidence.

We've got nothing
to hold him on.

Have you questioned her?

She's a proper hard
shell, that one.

I like McGeeney for this.

A lot fits, but if
we can't prove it...

[sighs] We'll stay on him.

I'll let you know
if we get anywhere.

A woman is like a trifle.

You've got your sponge
fingers, your custard, cream,

cherries, flaked almonds.

Think about it.

I don't get it.

Take your sponge fingers.

They're hard.

Right?

Soak them in a drop of sherry.

So I should get her drunk?

Oh, no.

No the sherry is
just a metaphor.

A metaphor for what?

I don't know.

I lost my train of thought.

Let me start again.

Glenn, wine.

Right you are, Harry.

Malky, don't listen to Glenn.

I just heard from Lenny's.

Your father shouldn't be
allowed to talk to Glenn.

Very few people should be
allowed to talk to Glenn.

- [laughs]
- Come here.

Have a look at this.

I think I've found something,
some kind of movement.

What is it?

I don't know.

But there is something
or someone there.

I'm not seeing
what you're seeing,

but something's moving there.

But... play it again.

Could be anything.

Yeah, or nothing.

[grunts]

Of course.

[dramatic music]

♪

It's about a man,
a psychiatrist,

that starts living his life
according to the roll of a die.

He doesn't decide anything
for himself anymore.

The dice does.

Okay, so what's your point?

Well, eventually,
it leads to m*rder.

The video, the glint.

Oh my god, it was on
the tip of my brain.

But it's so obvious what it is.

It's a coin.

Someone is there watching
Sally Cassie's house,

and they flip a coin.

Heads, I k*ll her.

Tails, I don't.

Jesus!

And the coin in the
mouth, it's the one

that decides their fate.

Now, our k*ller's more
binary than Rhinehart.

k*ll or don't k*ll.

If k*ll, how?

Stab? Strangle?

Drown?

There's no pattern
to it, Fergus.

The very lack of MO is their MO.

Wait.

So hold on.

That means Barry
McGeeney's not the k*ller?

No.

But he may have seen who it was.

[dramatic music]

♪

Mr. McGeeney.

Who are you?

You're private detectives.

It seems unlikely.

We'd like to talk to
you about Sally Casey.

Yeah, I've got nothing to say.

We don't think you did it.

Tell that to the pigs.

Happily.

Though, we think there's
a possibility that you

saw who actually did do it.

Well, I didn't see anything.

Look, we think the k*ller
was across the road

when he dropped her off.

Didn't see anyone.

Leave me alone.

The guard that's
investigating is my son.

I can talk to him.

I can have him back off of you.

Can you get him to give
me back my taxi license?

I heard you don't actually
have a license, so.

I just want to make
an honest living.

You help us.

We'll help you.

I have nothing to tell you.

Now, piss off.

Now what?

No idea.

I told Charlie our
theory, but he was

less than enamored with it.

Do you think they have
cameras in that neighborhood?

Too residential?

Oh, well, then we're nowhere.

Hey.

It's been nagging at
me, that poor girl

getting m*rder*d like that.

I'm not talking to no guards.

But I didn't see anyone
when I dropped her off,

but my girlfriend lied for
me, said I went straight home,

but I didn't.

I stayed out another
couple of hours.

Look, I don't know
if it's any use,

but my actual last fare was
from the same neighborhood

right around the corner
from where that woman died.

Some fella flagged me down.

I almost didn't stop.

There was something about him.

How do you mean?

I don't know.

He gave me the creeps.

Can you describe him?

Not really.

I didn't see his face.

He was about my height,
but, you know, skinny.

He had dark clothes on
and a hat over his head.

He kept that on the whole
time, but pulled down like.

How did he pay? Did
he use a credit card?

No.

Cash.

But I can tell you where
I dropped him, at that all

night café by the Docklands.

What time was that?

Maybe 3:30, just after.

There can't be
that many customers

at 3:30 in the morning.

Maybe the café
owner remembers him.

There's one other thing.

He stank to high
heaven of cigars.

[dramatic music]

♪

[car horn honks]

You're joking me.


one of our busiest times,

busier than now.

Can I remember who came in?

As if.

Do you have any
security camera footage?

Nah, never felt the need.

The person we're looking for
smells strongly of cigars.

Does that ring any bells?

Most of the fellas
who come in here

smell of something or
other, hemorrhoid cream, BO,

and tobacco.

Take your pick.

Now what?

It's not like we can go
around smelling everyone.

Hemorrhoid cream, BO, and
tobacco, I don't fancy that.

There is one thing all smokers
have in common, though.

Yeah.

Lung cancer.

They all congregate
in the same place.

[upbeat music]

♪

Hey.

Can I bum one of those?

Yeah.

Thanks.

I'm trying to cut down.

You know what I should too.

You know what I really fancy?

A cigar.

Any one of you smoke cigars?

I did when my kid was born.

Occasionally, at Christmas.

It's not worth it unless you
can afford the good ones.

And I can't afford
them on what I earn.

So you don't know anyone
who smokes cigars, then?

Well, there is
this one fella that

comes here from time to time.

He's always puffing away.

Well, what's his name?

Well, I don't know him,
never been introduced.

Seen him around recently.

Nah, not for ages.

It's the thing about
being a trucker.

Your paths cross, or they don't.

He's a trucker, then, huh?

Why are you so interested?

No, no reason.

It's Roy.

What?

I know the fella
you're talking about.

I just always called him Roy.

He have a last name?

Mm-hmm.

Orbison.

Oh.

I don't actually
know his real name.

I know he's crazy mad
about Roy Orbison.

Who's Roy Orbison?

Youth.

Singer, "Pretty Woman,"
"Only the Lonely," "Crying."

Yeah, yeah.

You know, he always
dresses in black,

always wears dark glasses.

Well, would you know
where we could find him?

I haven't a clue.

He comes in here the
odd time, I see him.

Private detectives?

Really?

Call us if you see him.

Okay, that's something.

Well, where does it get us?

I don't know.

A trucker who loves Roy Orbison,

there can't be many of them.

I'll call Charlie.

Hello, Mick.

Yeah, it's Tommy from the café.

Yeah, that's right.

Listen, I don't
want to worry you,

but there was a couple
here asking about you.

In other news,
the government has

come under fire for the
escalating housing crisis,

but has promised a large
new build starting in 2015

with the construction process.

The opposition have called it...

Morning, love.

I'm getting ready to go to
work if you want a lift.

No, thanks. I'm good.

I like the walk.

Just on my way in,
and I had a thought.

Look, from everything everyone
at the café was saying,

our cigar-smoking serial k*ller
is a Roy Orbison superfan.

So?

So all we need is
some bait, something

no Roy Orbison superfan
would ever be able to resist.

Like what?

I don't know, a
pair of sunglasses,

a recording, a first
pressing of some record

or something like that.

I don't mean to be
an alarmist, but I

think a truck is following me.

Describe it.

It's big, black.

I can't see the driver, but the
license plate is 231-WW-89799.

Okay, well, go somewhere
busy and go into a shop

or knock on someone's door.

Sod that, I'm legging it.

[dramatic music]

[screams]

Okay, I think I lost him.

Good.

Now go somewhere where
there are people,

and I'll give Charlie a call.

[music playing]

♪

Fergus?

Help!

Fergus?

[intense music]

♪

I was just...

[clears throat]

Oh my god.

It's okay.

We're good.

Well, did you check the plates?

Yeah.

It's a fake.

We've got patrols out
looking for a black rig.

Can't be that many of them.

I just walked in on
Vicky kissing Cormac.

Well, why not?

They've been dating
for over a year.

What?

How do you know and I don't?

Oh, you call
yourself a detective?

Boss, you want to see this.

[phone buzzes]

Fergus?

Not Fergus, no.

Have you hurt him?

Nah, a little bump
in the noggin.

He's fine, for now.

But I want to meet
with the both of you,

if you want to see your
young friend alive again.

I want you to come and
meet us, alone, no guards.

Don't be ridiculous.

You'd only k*ll me, too.

I'm not an idiot.

That remains to be seen.

You know Callery Bog, by
the abandoned cottage?



If I see anyone with
you, the boy dies.

[melancholic music]

Tell me how you found me.

Don't lie to me, boy.

I'll know.

It was the taxi driver, okay.

The taxi driver who
picked you up after you

k*lled Sally Casey,
he remembered

dropping you at
an all-night café

and we asked around
for a cigar smoker.

You told the guards
about that place?

I guess I can't go
back there anymore.

Damn it.

[loud thud] Damn it!

They do a mean
chicken fillet roll.

Right.

Let's get this over
with, shall we?

Heads, you live.

Tails, you'll die.

Just, just...
hold on a second.

Just hold on.

Don't, don't,
don't, don't, don't.

Please, please.

Well, that's a bother.

[snarls]

Now, what am I going
to do with you?

You stay put.

Maybe we'll toss
again when I get back

from meeting your partner.

[grunts, groans]

Come on.

[strains, screams]

[suspenseful music]

♪

Okay.

Okay.

[fast music]

♪

Where's Fergus?

Alive, for now, but
somewhere where no one

will ever find him without me.

[flicks switch, whirring]

[gasping]

Tell me, why do you do it?

Why would I tell you that?

Well, it must be
frustrating, you know,

committing the perfect
crime but no one knows?

They are indeed the
perfect murders.

And as such, the guards will
never be able to stop them.

And that's not an admission
of guilt, by the way,

just in case you're
wearing a wire.

We found you.

The guards will sooner or later.

Ugh, please.

The guards are a joke.

They couldn't catch a cold.

No, no, no, no, no.

sh*t.

sh*t, sh*t.

Where am I?

Oh, you've got to
be sh1tting me.

[intense music]

♪

[upbeat music]

♪

Do you always wear this mask?

No, this is just
for your benefit.

I thought it was funny.

The... the coin in the mouth,
what's the significance

of that?

Don't know your Greek mythology?

So you are ferrying the
dead to the afterlife, then?

Let's just say it's
a family tradition.

If you're worried about
me setting you up,

sh**ting me is quite
an admission of guilt.

Guards would never let
it go on this long.

I've read up about you.

I think we're alone.

Don't you?

Let's see if you're as
lucky as your young friend.

Heads, you live.

Tails, you die.

[intense music]

♪

Ah.

That's more like it, tails.

[g*n clicks]

[gasps]

[siren wailing]

Brake, brake.

Brake, please.

No!

Don't move!

Don't move!

Moving in.

Move in.

You're boxed in.

You have nowhere to go.

Lay still.

Arms behind your head.
- Don't move.

Get him up.

Don't move.

Hands behind his back.

Pat him down.

We're arresting you
on the suspicion

of multiple counts of m*rder.

Well, that'd be the last time
you point a g*n at my mother,

or anyone else for that matter.

Vicky, read him his
rights, make the arrest.

Get him out of here.

You took your time, Charlie.

Oh, you drove.

You drove.

I think I've worked it up.
- Oh, yeah?

Let's hear it.

Okay, so you went from

Ireland to England
to Hungary to Korea.

What do those countries
have in common?

No idea.

Cabbage.

You're on the trail of a
counterfeit kimchi ring.

Am I close?

I'm afraid not.

I could tell you.

Oh, wait.
- Oh.

Target's on the
move. I gotta go.

I'll talk to you
later. Miss you.

Miss you.

Bye.

Oh, there she is.

Can't stay long.

Date night with the
old ball and chain?

Oh, you did something
different with your hair, Orla?

No. Why?

Well, I don't know.

I mean, it's just something
different about you.

I like it, though,
whatever it is.

Thanks.

I think.

What did you want to talk about?

I don't think Mick Brady
did this on his own.

Based on what?

He's confessed to
everything, has details

only the k*ller could know.

There's nothing that
suggests a second k*ller.

But there are inconsistencies.

Look, when he was following
Fergus, Fergus ran.

Have you seen him run?

I mean, it's ridiculously fast.

How far did you go?

About a kilometer or so.

Well, I mean, Mick Brady's
a man in his late 60s,

not particularly fit.

Well, he would have had to
park that massive truck,

get out of it, and then run off
to Fergus, which is unlikely.

That's what he says happened.

And then, when I asked
him about the mask,

he said, I thought it was funny.

No.

He accented the "I," like, as
if he thought it was funny,

but someone else didn't.

That doesn't prove anything.

Enjoy your wine.

Get some rest, Ferg.

Oh, maybe you're right.

Yeah, maybe I'm overthinking it.

[suspenseful music]

♪

[door slams shut]

[mysterious music]

♪