this fella you were asking about -- jimmy kilfeather. yeah, right. ew your man out of a pub in langford street an hour ago and put him in a taxi home. thanks, teresa. [ ♪ suspenseful interlude ♪ ] jimmy! jimmy kilfeather get out here now! bless me, father for i have sinned. it's a week since my last confession, father. my name is mairie kilfeather. you don't have to tell me. i think i do. mairie! there's no rush. [ knock at door ] my ribs hurt. i should have seen the doctor, i know, but -- mairie! i went to the house and he came home and and he wanted chips and i went to the cupboard and there was no oil. i'd forgotten the oil. what could i do but melt some fat? but he didn't want chips made with fat. mairie, are you in here? i tried to explain. then he started to beat me. i tell you, father i could have put up with the beatings but it was when the hot fat from the pan fell onto my arm, i swear to you, father as god is my witness until th moment, i never meant him any harm. i struck him with the pan. i struck him. i mean, i really struck him. and he f