There must be a third series! I realize that all good things must come to an end, but this is a masterpiece within its genre and though it could be argued to be an appropriate ending to let Jack Driscoll turn his back to us and look out the window and into to a future in this ominously bleak landscape acreep with yet untold stories all somehow related to his deceased father, I pray that this is not so! The acting is brilliant and the stories are grippingly multi dimensional. The real quality of the series is that none of the characters are truly embraceable: There is always a snag, always something that worries you, something that makes you retreat a bit the moment you are about to invite them into your heart. And yet they live there. That is what makes these strangers in a remote, nameless community, whose untold numbers of sleeping dogs brutally lullabied by Jack Driscoll's Garda father are now being roused by his own son, so real. And the script writers need no special effects nor to resort to violent images - the stories and the characters themselves have us by our throats and hearts. When we hear the proprietors say "Slainte!" in Mallon's bar it is no empty cliché or mere ritual greeting - it is genuinely needed!
Please don't let go - let us have a third series at least!