Season 8

Finbar Fury is saved from a life behind bars by an apparently altruistic boxing coach. Colonel Saunders sees world class potential in Finbar, who he witnessed accidentally killing a man in a dark alleyway. But no sooner has the Colonel turned his protégé into Finbar “Fists of” Fury – a serious contender – than his true motives begin to emerge.

Fintan Felon is back with another foolproof scam. This time, he’s got his sights on grieving widows. Checking the death notices on a daily basis, Fintan simply picks out the name of a recently deceased man and pays a visit to his wife with a box of ‘personal goods’ which he claims her late husband had ordered. After all, what widow is going to want the embarrassment of knowing her dear husband had been a regular customer of the infamous ‘House of Wank’? Nope, Fintan reckons they’ll just pay up and shut up… Until he decides to call on the recently bereaved wife of Crispin Murdoch.

Ronnie Black was definitely the smoothest criminal around. With several robberies under his belt, not a single soul had ever been hurt and he was a major hit with the ladies. However, his luck is about to change and it looks like Black may no longer be the smoothest robber in the world – he may be the ONLY one!

Danny Veckins was a decent man - a good boss and a good father. But when his business and livelihood was threatened by a bitchy jobsworth in the financial institution where he had his business loan, he decides to take the law into his own hands.

Steve and Jimmy loved adventure sports. Unfortunately, they didn’t always want to bother their arses actually mastering the sport in question. So far, they’ve been lucky. But what will happen when the two inexperienced climbers try and scale the dizzy heights of the legendary Mount Punani?

Detective Spunk Murphy is back in action on his most baffling case to date. A young couple are pushed to their death over Randy Peak whilst ‘in flagrante’ in their car. There are no clues – except an unmatchable set of fingerprints and a very similar crime committed over 50 years ago…. Could they be connected?

Iva Brownstain was a survivor. And 40 years after her heroic escape from a World War 2 camp, she was still around to prove it. In fact, things were good for Iva, and her local town were honouring her bravery at the unveiling of a new memorial. But who is the mysterious old acquaintance trying to track her down? And why is Rodge cut out of all the family photos??

Larry and Chloe Mingus had achieved every young couple’s dream and bought their first house. Sure, it needed a bit of work, but it was theirs and it felt like home. Unfortunately, as Chloe soon finds out, it feels like someone else’s home too.

Japs Eye, Bulb and Muppet really were ‘the lads’. They’d worked together for years and were always playing some prank or another on each other. But canny Japs Eye was the King of the Practical Joke, and always managed to get one up on the other two. Bulb and Muppet were determined to get one up on the funny man and one night, after a heavy night’s boozing, that’s exactly what they do….

Niamh had just embarked on a psychology degree at the Friendly University Kilkenny and although she was a quiet girl, was really looking forward to college life. She moved into a house with 3 other students and they all seemed to be getting along great; until some mysterious texts from an unknown man threaten to ruin everything. Who is Alan and how does he know so much about her??

Sarah Spreadem had just found the perfect flat. Within walking distance of work, decent rent and a very nice landlord. But one day Sarah sees a large stain on the carpet that she was certain hadn’t been there before. When it resists scrubbing, she calls the landlord. However, no sooner has he walked in the door and the stain disappears! Just what is going on with Sarah’s underlay?

Join everyone’s favourite local boys done good – Fester and Ailin’ – as they celebrate Christmas in their own inimitable way. There are turkeys to be stuffed, stockings to be filled, sacks to be emptied and some lovely Santa’s little helpers to be sat on your knee and kissed under the mistletoe. This year, everyone’s guaranteed to have an XXXmas with a little help from Ballydung’s finest!

The sordid story of Boyle and McSorley – two graverobbers who turn to murder when their source of dead bodies runs dry. Sure who will miss a few lonely drunks? At least that’s what the murderous pair think as they trawl the bars of 18th century Dublin looking for their unsuspecting drunken prey. It seems too easy. The eminent surgeon Dr Carson, was prepared to buy as many bodies as they could ‘dig up’, until one day the tides are turned when Dr Carson finds out what is really going on. Just what gave the game away??

Dr Pay is just an ordinary psychiatrist who can tell a loony from a mile off. So when he meets the elegant and refined Mrs Imelda Mounthaven, a woman in his care, he is alarmed to find that she really isn’t mad at all. He is so convinced of the truth of her story of wrongful incarceration by her cruel husband, that he is prepared to lay his job on the line and help get her out. But will Dr Pay and Imelda live happily ever after, or is he letting his heart rule his psychiatrist’s head?

It didn’t matter what way you looked at it, Eta Burger was a fattie. And the poor chunkster had tried no end of diets and fads, potions and shakes but to no avail. So when one day, whilst mashing her computer keyboard with her fat fingers, she came across an ad for the “Nu U Noodle” ultimate weight loss programme; she simply had to sign up. And lo and behold, it worked. Eta finally had the body she had always wanted; the only problem was, the people at Nu U wanted it as well.

Jockster Casey liked to think of himself as a bit of a wide boy. In reality, he was a relic of a bygone era of gangsters and ganglands. But the folk in his local - ‘The Bloody Stool’ - just let him get on with it, and he would regale his tales of the Docker Gang and the dirty deeds they used to get up to, to anyone who would listen. But Jockster was prone to a touch of exaggeration...what harm could an old man’s lies do? You’d be surprised.