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This is my wife, Joanna.

Very pleased to meet you.

Michael has taken a case against the RUC.

You might need someone watching your back.

Have you thought about the risk to yourself if, God forbid, anything should happen?

He asked after you.

Says he knew I wasn't your boyfriend.

How did the IRA know that?

This is gonna end really badly, isn't it?

Big night out, was it?

Do I know him?

Did you not hear?

Hear what?

Michael Agnew was shot dead this morning.

[distorted sobbing] [dramatic music] TV REPORTER: ...man, who was shot dead shortly before eight this morning has been named: Michael Agnew, a high-profile barrister, was killed in his own home, in front of his wife.

[music intensifies] [heavy breathing] [thunder] [dramatic music continues] What's going on?

I was just on my way to see him.

No.

No way.

But how can he be dead?

[shoes scuffing on floor] Who exactly knows, Cushla?

CUSHLA: Nobody.

They'd better not.

Now, pull yourself together and get back behind that bar.

I really think that I need to go home.

Are you joking me?

[Cushla sobs softly] Are you joking me?

You're gonna walk in there as if someone you barely knew died.

- I can't do this.

- You can and you will.

Come on.

You can and you will.

[Cushla crying] [indistinct TV chatter] [glasses clink] ["Old Note" by Lisa O'Neill] [sobbing] MICHAEL: I love you.

[retches] ♪ The wind whistled you in behind the springtime ♪ ♪ Float, Old Note, new among my mind ♪ ♪ You hold the note, the note just moves to move man ♪ ♪ Let go the note and so move everything ♪ GINA: Is there something you wanna tell me, Cushla?

♪ I can't come to quantify the feelin' ♪ ♪ I was walkin' home half in the dreamin' ♪ ♪ The things that I was thinkin' I was singin' ♪ ♪ The wind whistled you in behind the springin' ♪ ♪ A star ran rings around the star before me ♪ ♪ And spun and swooped and sank and rocked beneath me ♪ [wind blowing] ♪ And mirrored what I've carried since I met me ♪ ♪ And shot me back into the ground below me ♪ ♪ And there I met another note long-buried ♪ Argh!

♪ And sat upon its shoulders was a memory ♪ ♪ A hum, but see, above me's gone so noisy ♪ ♪ I almost think I do not recognize me ♪ [doorbell rings] [door opens] Hi.

[song continues] It was him, wasn't it?

[song fades out] CUSHLA: They shot him.

[sobs softly] GERRY: Easy, hey.

There's nothing you can do about any of that now.

Just, just... I keep playing it over and over in my head.

I remember everything.

I remember the first time we looked at each other.

[sobs] And I poured him a whiskey.

Hey, hey, hey.

[Cushla sobs] You're so good to me, Gerry.

It ain't me, babe.

[Cushla cries] ["My Autumn's Done Come" by Lee Hazlewood] [Cushla whimpers] ♪ Kiss all the pretty one's goodbye ♪ ♪ Give every one a penny that cries ♪ I tried to kiss you that night because... I thought it was what I was meant to do.

The man at the lough.

I couldn't believe you saw me.

You know, I'd nearly done it a thousand times.

I hoped that the feelings would go away, but they never did.

That night you saw me; I'd finally found the courage to just go and meet someone.

Why didn't you just tell me?

Same reason you never told me.

Michael said, "We must find the courage to choose freedom over fear."

And look where that got him.

Sorry.

We must be true to love, otherwise hate wins.

I don't wanna be lifted, Lavery, or have the ***** kicked out of me, or lose my job.

Argh.

[crying] How about we be free, in a kingdom of two?

Sure, everyone thinks we're a couple anyway.

[sobs softly] ♪ My autumn's done come ♪ ♪ Yeah, done come ♪ [car door closes] Miss Lavery!

DAVY: Mammy.

BETTY: You still don't look a bit well.

I'm okay.

Just, um... I'm sorry I couldn't collect him yesterday.

Mr.

Harkin got him.

- He's nice.

- MANDY: I have the kettle on.

Come on in and have a cuppa.

[water running] [whirring] Oh, he turned up out of the blue with a bag of washing, sitting upstairs with a bake on him, smoking fags.

CUSHLA: Sorry I missed your last day, Davy.

I wish I could be in your class again next year, Miss.

I wish I could be your teacher again.

Are you alright?

I think I might call another time.

Anytime.

Isn't that right, Davy?

I'll lock up after her.

[sigh] [door closes] [distant dog barking] [children playing in distance] [seagulls squawking] I was thinking.

I have a few days off work.

Maybe we can meet up for a couple of drinks, since you're not our kid's teacher anymore.

Um... I dunno.

Maybe.

Okay.

I have your number.

[tense music] [engine revving loudly] [tires screech] OFFICER: Hold it right there, McGeown.

You're under arrest for the murder of Michael Agnew.

BETTY: What are you doing?

[screaming] Tommy!

Tommy!

Get off of him, you *******!

CUSHLA: Gerry, is this something to do with me?

Tommy heard me say Michael's name on the phone, and now he's being lifted for his murder.

GERRY: The RUC have to be seen to be doing something, so they lifted a load of likely lads.

Tommy being lifted has nothing to do with you.

How can you be sure?

Who else knows?

I need the truth, now.

I was teaching him and four of his friends Irish.

EAMONN: Are you joking?

I'm not.

EAMONN: Where?

One of their houses on the Malone Road.

EAMONN: **** me.

Is that it?

Anyone else?

I think Jimmy knows.

EAMONN: Well, if that eejit knows... Cushla, I'm warning you, no tears, not one ******* drop.

[engine starts] RADIO IN CAR: ...man shot dead by... GINA: Are yous right?

CUSHLA: Yeah.

I hate being late for that lot.

RADIO REPORTER: The Provisional IRA has claimed responsibility for the murder of prominent barrister Michael Agnew, whose funeral takes place later today.

GINA: There you go.

[sighs] GINA: Bloody mortifying, so it is, having to show up to a funeral knowing our lot did it.

[somber music] CUSHLA: Move in there, Fidel.

MINISTER: Michael was best known for the work... [minister's voice echoes distantly] ...surpassing his love for rugby and the arts was his love for his son Dermot, his wife Joanna.

He was of course loved by them... [minister's voice fades] [woman vocalizing mournful melody] ["When I Move to the Sky" by Lonnie Donegan] ♪ I travel with Jesus ♪ ♪ Honey, most of my life ♪ ♪ Yes, I travel ♪ ♪ On the land and the sea ♪ [woman sobbing] ♪ But I am thinking ♪ ♪ Last trip ♪ ♪ Off to Heaven ♪ ♪ On up high ♪ ♪ That will be ♪ ♪ The last move ♪ ♪ For me ♪ [bells tolling] [crows cawing] Are you okay?

Right.

Will we pay our respects?

- EAMONN & CUSHLA: No.

- No?

We have to get back to the pub.

[Gina clears throat] [solemn piano music] Actually, I'm just gonna talk to them.

I need to talk to them for one minute, okay?

Like **** you do.

Eamonn, let go.

Eamonn, let go.

- Calm down.

- I'm calm.

Just calm.

How do you know that journalist?

I'm sorry for your troubles.

[Cushla scoffs] What did you do?

Oh, for Christ's sake.

EAMONN: Watch you don't get it on the seats.

[dramatic music] [sighs] You got egg all over it!

[engine starts] [indistinct chatter] Tell you what, you'd need a drink after that.

Poor missus was in rag order.

We used to help him with the crosswords, remember?

He'll be missed.

[wistful piano melody] What was all that carry on about between you and Victor McIntyre?

How the **** do you know him?

He was at the Irish classes.

Christ the night, this keeps getting better.

[indistinct chatter] [glasses clink] Hello again, Miss Lavery.

[tense music] Mr.

Gallagher.

MARTIN: Haven't seen you since that wedding.

Little Luke says hi.

Big lad now, but he kept that wee egg he painted in your class for ages.

Why are you here?

Thought I'd offer my condolences.

Michael Agnew liked this pub.

But Michael always had poor taste.

Is Tommy McGeown one of yours?

MARTIN: The stink of Brits in here.

This whole place needs cleaning up.

Please... don't hurt my family.

[scoffs] [tense music] [sighs] [birds chirping] You alright?

Mummy, I have to tell you something.

Aye.

I think I need something stronger in my tea.

No, no.

I really need you not to be drunk.

GINA: Lord have mercy.

Michael Agnew?

I mean, I wouldn't blame you.

He was gorgeous.

You know, Gerry's a nice enough wee fella, but he's no match for Michael.

Lovely hands.

[Gina inhales unsteadily] Eat.

Nothing will happen today.

They'll want to keep us stewing.

[exhales unsteadily] I'll warn Eamonn tomorrow.

Tell him what Martin Gallagher said.

Can I just go to bed, Mummy?

Aye.

[low droning music] [phone ringing] CUSHLA: Michael?

[echoing] GINA: Cushla?

[echoing] Cushla!

Phone!

- CUSHLA: What?

- It's that wee lad.

- Gerry?

- No, Davy.

DAVY: Miss, it's Davy.

[angry crowd clamoring] [glass shattering] [commotion] [objects crashing and banging] Davy!

- Davy!

- DAVY: Miss Lavery!

CUSHLA: Everyone in the car!

[glass shattering] [commotion] [sirens wailing] [screaming] Get in the car!

Murdering Fenian bastards!

Get in, Seamie, get in!

Get in here!

Get the **** out of here, you *******!

[screaming, sobbing] [tense drone] [inaudible shouting] [muffled thuds] [loud muffled thuds] [glass shattering] BETTY: The window broke and the bottle smashed on the hearth.

The flames went all across the carpet.

They went up the side of the settee, where Davy and Mandy were sitting.

We had to tip Seamie's chair back to haul him away.

And all the while I could hear them cheering.

Can you believe they've charged Tommy with shooting that barrister?

That's why they burned you out?

BETTY: It's not like they needed much of an excuse.

They've, um... they've charged him?

For the actual murder?

Aye.

Well, a quick win for the RUC looks good.

[cup rattling] It doesn't matter whether he did it or not.

Right.

Let's get everyone to bed.

Betty and Seamus, you can have Eamonn's room.

The kids can be in the spare room.

You must be exhausted.

Cushla, come on.

Let's get them upstairs.

[unsteady breathing] [bottle cap rattles] [breathing shakily] [sighs] [breathes heavily] [Gina exhales] What is everybody gonna think when they hear we've taken in that family?

What was I supposed to do, Mummy?

I didn't know Tommy had been charged.

Why would he want to kill him?

Michael was helping boys like Tommy.

Did Tommy know about you and Michael?

- Cushla... - Maybe, I don't know.

GINA: Oh, dear god.

[Gina sighs] [birds chirping] GERRY: Give Davy a hug from me when he wakes up and tell your mummy I was asking.

Look, I have to go get this ferry, but here, follow me out as soon as possible.

[car approaching] [engine stops] DISCO PEELER: Tell me about your relationship with Michael Agnew.

CUSHLA: He came into the bar sometimes.

DISCO PEELER: You ever meet him outside the bar?

CUSHLA: He asked me to join an Irish language conversation group, so I went a few times.

To the home of James and Penelope Fielding?

CUSHLA: Yeah.

Did you ever meet him elsewhere?

No.

Who took those?

Were you in a sexual relationship with Michael Agnew?

Why don't you show me a picture?

I presume you've got a really good one.

Jesus ******.

Your car was seen outside the house on the night of May 27th.

Michael Agnew was shot dead at his family home.

Yeah.

And why didn't you stop him getting shot if you were ******* following him all the time?

What was the nature of your relationship to Tommy McGeown?

I don't have a relationship with Tommy McGeown.

His wee brother Davy is a pupil of mine.

Did you give him your number?

Yeah, I - He's written something here on the page opposite.

"I actually talked to her today, about books and real stuff.

I couldn't stop looking at her."

He was looking at me, so what?

There's another one here, an account of a phone call in March.

"She called me Michael.

Who the **** is this Michael?"

Michael phoned me in the evening sometimes and I presumed it was him, but I didn't - You spoke to Tommy after the murder.

You were seen conferring closely with him - by his arresting officers.

- You are twisting everything.

How did the McGeown family come to reside in your house?

Their, their house was on fire.

It doesn't look great.

You don't seriously believe that I have anything to do with this.

You are the connection between the victim and his killer.

[tense music] [thunder rumbling, rainfall] [indistinct, distorted voice] [tense droning music] [tense droning music] [Peeler's voice echoing] You are the connection between the victim and his killer.

[gunshot] [breathing heavily] [coughing in distance] [thunder rumbling] [coughing] CUSHLA: Here.

Sip this for me.

What's up?

DAVY: I can't sleep.

CUSHLA: Any wonder?

Look, I'll stay here for a wee while.

That's what my Mummy used to do for me.

[rainfall] Did Tommy ever mention that barrister?

Our Tommy would never kill anyone.

I know, Davy.

I know.

But did he ever mention the name Michael?

I need you to think really, really hard for me.

Nothing?

Did he ever mention me?

Where are we gonna live?

All our stuff is there.

Are we gonna be able to get any of it back?

Something is gonna be sorted so soon.

Just you wait and see.

Enough chat.

[seagulls squawking] RADIO REPORTER: ...assess the damage... no one has claimed responsibility.

The man charged with the murder of Michael Agnew has been named as Thomas McGeown.

An eyewitness has come forward... [radio clicks off] [tense note plays] BETTY: He's just a boy.

[door knocker bangs] EAMONN: You need to get rid of them, now.

- Want us to get burned out?

- CUSHLA: Listen.

CUSHLA: Eamonn, please.

EAMONN: You've already been lifted by the peelers.

CUSHLA: Eamonn, I didn't know Tommy had been charged.

I don't care if you didn't know, they have to leave now.

Eamonn, would you just listen to me?

I just found the number for the housing executive.

They're not gonna be here long, just a couple of days.

They leave now you stupid ****.

GINA: We need them gone.

Just do what he says.

Eamonn doesn't need to know about Gallagher.

We'll go to the barracks, get the soldiers barred.

[tense tone] [engine stops] [sobs softly] [rapid ticking] They never found a house.

He's gone into foster care, so has Mandy.

GINA: Oh, Jesus.

I did that.

I asked Bradley to help them, and he reported them to the social.

It is not your fault.

Come here.

Enough of this.

[Gina sighs] Feels like it's all my fault.

That peeler was right.

I'm the connection between the victim and his killer.

If that sleekit wee bastard wanted to arrest you, he would've done it already.

As Eamonn said, they like to leave you rattled.

But I'm the reason Michael's dead.

I loved him, Mummy.

Oh, I know you did, pet.

I know you did.

But you can't take to your bed for the rest of your life.

You've got to carry what life throws at you.

How did you ever get out of bed when we lost Daddy?

Eamonn ran me a wee bath.

Can you believe it?

[Cushla laughs] [water running] GINA: Shall we throw that cardigan in with you?

It's walking around by itself.

[Gina humming] Do you want a wee tea?

I'll bring it to you over there.

[birds chirping] [door knocker bangs] Cushla.

I was wondering how you were.

Thank you for dropping that rhubarb round, Sergeant Reid.

Well, I promised your Daddy I'd keep an eye on you.

But I didn't want to intrude.

What would he make of me now?

I remember him saying to me, "Our Cushla can be as bold as brass, but you can't be angry at her for long."

I heard that Special Branch bastard gave you a hard time.

Heard it irked him no end that you were just in love, and not some IRA honey trap.

Look, I'm really sorry to ask.

I just feel like I'm never gonna rest until I know the truth of it all.

Could you help me?

PRISON OFFICER: You're grand, Sergeant.

This way.

[gate buzzes] CUSHLA: My god, Tommy.

CUSHLA: Don't!

Did Gallagher put you up to this?

No.

[rainfall] [gunshot] ***** Christ, Tommy!

He was, he was fighting the judges, he was fighting the peelers, he was risking his life for wee boys like you.

I know that now.

[somber synth music] [keys jingling] [door unlocks] [birds chirping] [ethereal vocal music] [door unlocks, opens] [door closes] GINA: Did you see Tommy?

It had nothing to do with me.

GINA: Oh.

He didn't know, so... just the sort of ***** thing that happens here all the time.

Aye, there's no shortage of them.

I'm sorry.

Come here.

Ah.

[phone ringing] GINA: Oh, ignore it.

It's probably Eamonn reporting on Marian's constipation.

[Cushla laughs] Let me give you a hand with these.

[phone ringing] GINA: There.

Daddy loved the bluebells.

[phone ringing] [phone ringing] [tense music] [breathes heavily] [phone continues ringing] [sirens wailing] [commotion] CUSHLA: Eamonn, what's going on?

Is everyone out?

EAMONN: I told yous not to come.

CUSHLA: Jesus, Eamonn.

[sirens wailing] [indistinct shouting] [abrupt silence] [explosion] [panting] [debris clatters to the ground] [sighs] [gentle, contemplative piano music] MAN: Get out of that, go on, clear off.

[seagulls squawking] [water dripping] [broken glass crunches underfoot] I am so sorry.

This is all my fault.

Not really, it's this ****** up place.

[Cushla sighs] Where else does being kind get you bombed?

What?

At least Fidel gave us enough warning time to get out.

Fidel?

Aye.

Jimmy told me earlier; it was that lot.

So, not IRA?

No.

I wouldn't be standing here if it was.

No deaths is a gift, right?

For taking in the McGeowns.

****.

Sorry I called you a ****.

And anyway, you probably done us a favor.

At least now there's insurance money.

[both laugh] Have you a plan?

Put the place on the market, move the **** away from here.

Down south maybe.

You and Mummy could come with us.

[steps approaching] I'll be outside.

[seagulls squawking] Any chance of a drink?

[lighter clicks] CUSHLA: They questioned me.

Special Branch was following him.

VICTOR: They were leaning on him to drop the police brutality case.

CUSHLA: With all that going on, he probably could've done without me.

I thought that at first.

But he was happy, the last few months.

You made him happy.

I loved him.

[melancholy piano music] But I couldn't tell him.

I don't know why the **** I'm telling you.

I'd say he had a fair idea.

[music continues] [chuckles] [ethereal vocal music] [ethereal vocal music] [indistinct chatter] Davy?

Wee Davy McGeown, all grown up.

[Cushla chuckles] Miss Lavery.

I haven't been "Miss Lavery" for a long while.

Where did you end up?

All over.

Had a rocky few years, but making a proper go of things now.

I work with foster kids, and I've a grown kid of my own who's talking to me again... ["Something On Your Mind" by BEATRICE plays] ♪ Yesterday ♪ ♪ Any way you made it was just fine ♪ ♪ So you turned your days into night-time ♪ ♪ Didn't you know ♪ ♪ You can't make it without ♪ ♪ Ever even tryin' ♪ ♪ And something's on your mind ♪ ♪ Let these times ♪ ♪ Show you that you're breaking up your mind ♪ ♪ Leavin' all your dreams too far behind ♪ ♪ Didn't you see ♪ ♪ You can't make it without ever even tryin' ♪ ♪ Maybe, another day ♪ FEMALE VO: Trespasses is available with PBS Passport and on Amazon Prime Video.

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