The Truth Commissioner Page #2

- Good.

If there is anything else you

need, don't hesitate to call me.

Thank you.

A little abrasive for day one.

Belfast or Bosnia, the

police protect their own.

Mark their cards early

on, saves time later.

Right, well, you better get reading.

We've got one week till the hearings start.

Did you have dinner with

Jake Marston last night?

Why not ask him?

Did he mention he's MI5?

I guessed he was something

along those lines.

He's not a nice man, Laura.

Spies never are.

Well, thank you for the warning.

(CLATTER)

Hello?

Hello? Is anybody there?

How far is Dunmurry, Beckett?

Half an hour, sir.

Take me there, will you?

Yes, sir.

Number 35, sir.

Let's head back.

- Marty is bringing the car around.

- Right.

You were up again in

the middle of the night.

I had that report to read.

You'll end up a physical

wreck if you're not careful.

It's nothing. The Kellys are

having a new kitchen put in.

Car's here.

(CAR HORN PEEPS)

Christine's pregnant.

What?

Just three months.

Oh, Jesus. Is this why she's

marrying this English fella?

- No.

- Cos we'd look after the child.

She's marrying him because she

wants to, and his name is Justin.

Could she not have told me herself?

She's afraid you would have a heart attack.

A few days' break would do you good.

- I'm working on it, I promise.

- Yeah? Well, I booked it.

Week after next. It's in the diary.

Are you taking a few

days' break, then, Frankie?

- Are you organising my personal life now?

- Of course not, Frankie.

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello?

Ricky, it's Christine.

Is my daddy there?

Hi, Christine. Let me just check.

- Your mother told me.

- Do you forgive me? - No.

But you'll come and have

your morning suit fitted?

I'll see how I feel.

And you'll go easy on Justin?

I'm making no promises.

Be there, or I'll not

name the child Francis.

(CALL ENDS)

Am I the only one who didn't know?

Morning.

- Morning.

- Morning.

Ah...

Are they here for me?

Mother and sister of Connor Roche.

The case is set for next month.

What do they want?

To talk to you.

- I know your daughter, Mr. Stanfield.

- Emma?

She's a colleague of mine.

We teach at the same school.

- I see.

- Of course, she's off now on maternity leave.

Yes, of course.

All we want is Connor back,

so we can put him to rest.

I understand.

- We're not happy with the witnesses you've called.

- I'm sorry?

We want the truth. We've

written everything down...

times, dates, names.

We'd like you to read it.

And if you have time,

I'd like you to look at

- my photograph of him, of Connor.

- Of course.

We'll not take up any more of your time.

Some good news, at least.

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