02x02 - Episode 2

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The firearm used to k*ll Colin Foyle

was an M24 sn*per r*fle,

probably intended for military use.

We have a lead suspect.

This is Robert Dardis.

Logic dictates that it's

a paramilitary sh**ting.

I think Mrs Foyle

knows more than she's saying.

Do you think Colin

worked for t*rrorists?

Did your husband only do accounts?

Did he hold on to items of value

for clients?

Not that I know of.

We've found a hidden compartment

alongside the spare tyre casing.

So much for a respectable accountant.

What does that look like to you?

- A sort code?

- Or a date.

That date's come up before.

Why didn't the DCI flag this?

On your knees, both of you.

Why did you tell me

you didn't know Robert Dardis?

He's been driving you

around for five months.

If she is involved, then this

cannot be the work of one person.

We have to track down Dardis.

Morning.

Sir. Ma'am. We think Dardis is

alone. The house is abandoned.

It belonged to his father

and he died seven years ago.

It's about 80 metres through

the trees ahead of us.

I'll lead my team in for

a hard knock through the window.

Once we're in position, you're more

than welcome to join us

- and watch from the inner cordon.

- Thanks.

Sir.

Sir!

Sir, be careful.

All teams in position.

- Armed police! On your knees!

- Armed police!

I want your hands where I can see them!

Go, go! Suspect is moving

upstairs. Go, go, go!

Suspect's exited the building

on the east side.

Show me your hands!

Show me your hands now!

Robert Dardis, I'm arresting

you on suspicion

of the m*rder of Colin Foyle.

You do not have to say anything,

but I must caution you that, if

you do not mention when questioned

something you later rely on in

court, it may harm your defence.

Anything you do say

may be given in evidence.

- Nothing underneath.

- What about on this side?

Nothing there either.

Try the glovebox.

Boss?

- No sign of the r*fle?

- None yet.

We're still looking for his phone.

Let's get the search team in there.

Sierra Romeo four five,

officers cleared to enter.

We've arrested Dardis.

He called me last night, three times.

- What did he say?

- Well, he was angry.

I've never heard him like that

before. He said that Colin owed him.

- Owed him what?

- I don't know.

- And what was your response?

- I told him I was calling the police.

- So why didn't you?

- Well, because he's not a m*rder*r.

Is he?

He injured himself

when he was trying to escape.

We haven't questioned him yet.

There is something else, actually.

Erm

I got this last night as well.

At first I thought it was Dardis,

but it's from a different number.

Is this someone pretending

to be my husband?

You were mentioning about

burner phones and code names.

Could this be connected?

You've heard no mention of gold before?

No.

There was talk of gold, a while back.

You're sure you've

never heard of it before?

No.

Did your husband ever mention Goliath?

Why Goliath?

He was an assassin, the real deal.

He may have been a client

of your husband's.

Yeah, no, I haven't.

So is this message from him?

No. He's dead.

I led the investigation into finding

him. His real name was Pat Keenan.

So who sent this?

I did.

- What?

- I needed to make sure.

If you hadn't told me about it,

we'd have known something was up.

So, what, like a test? You're joking.

We have to find your husband's k*ller.

Yeah, but you said you weren't

I told you you wouldn't be

wrongly accused of the crime.

That doesn't mean you

won't be investigated.

Oh, Olivia

..you did the right thing.

It was submitted to evidence.

You didn't say anything about it.

It had to be examined.

What about the final page?

What about it?

What do you make of this?

A sort code of some kind.

If you turn the numbers around,

you get the 21st of February, 1998.

OK.

The first Goliath disappearance

was reported on that day.

I know.

You don't think that's significant?

This could point to the Goliath case.

Goliath is dead.

That doesn't stop him being

a lead in Foyle's m*rder.

I hate to say it, but he's right.

The circumstantial evidence

against Pat Keenan is strong.

As far as we're concerned,

Pat Keenan was Goliath.

Pat Keenan is dead

and so Goliath is dead.

Then why are we so reluctant

to involve his name

in this investigation?

We're not reluctant,

we're just not going to.

- Sir!

- I have your best interests at heart.

The seniors see the Goliath case

as a clusterfuck

of convenient killings,

losing a valuable witness

and blaming the dead guy.

We can't let that happen again.

But there's no reason

to think it would, sir.

Risk assessment

..stating that there's a serious

threat to the life of Robert Dardis.

Anything happens to him and the

spotlight swings right back on us.

Drop the Goliath angle.

It's unnecessary.

Focus on gathering enough evidence

to put Dardis away for m*rder.

What were you doing at the Foyle house?

I, erm

..came to take Mrs Foyle to the airport.

Why did you run?

There was a woman with a g*n.

I was scared.

Why did you hide?

Were you and Mrs Foyle close, Rob?

You find her attractive, don't you?

Your friend, Davy, told us that much.

She says you make her

feel uncomfortable.

- I'm sure she does.

- Is it more of a two-way thing?

This is your black

..BMW, registration uniform, echo,

Zulu, three, two, eight, one.

I rent it from the company.

And why would you disconnect

the GPS tracker

that all your company cars

have installed?

Do you go places you don't want

people to know about, Rob?

I spoke to Mrs Foyle earlier.

She says that last night you called her

one, two, three times

from this unidentified number.

You said Colin Foyle owed you something.

She's lying.

No.

This is a concealed compartment

inside Colin Foyle's car.

We believe he used it

to move money, a lot of it.

Did he owe you money?

We're aware of your financial situation.

Rob, we know you and your wife

both work several jobs

to make the monthly payments.

That's got to be tough.

We spoke to Sandra.

She loves you very much.

Says you're a great daddy

to your wee boy.

Was the financial pressure too much?

Was stealing from a bent

accountant your best bet?

Or did someone else

convince you to k*ll him?

What was your job in the army?

I was a driver.

Says here you had infantry training.

Did that involve sn*per training?

Tours of Afghanistan and Iraq.

No stranger to combat.

You'd know what an M24 r*fle was.

How to operate it.

We should probably move on

to social services.

What have they got to do with anything?

If we can connect you to this sh**ting,

Rob, which we think we can,

they might want to take

your wee boy away.

They can't do that.

Well, they will if we raise concerns

about his wellbeing or safety.

- DCI Brannick

- We'd be well within our rights.

What if there are

reprisals for this attack?

- Sir

- They can f*cking try!

Incoming.

Is it true?

Did you threaten Robert Dardis with

losing his son to social services?

I could see that he was

vulnerable when we talked about

Is it true?

What happened, Tom?

Too many concussions on the rugby pitch?

Dardis is involved.

Dardis will walk free because you

played into the solicitor's hands.

Oppression. Inducement.

She can take her pick.

He called Olivia Foyle several

times throughout the night.

Was there a handset or a SIM

recovered from the siege?

No, sir.

So it remains an unidentified number.

It's her word against his.

I, erm

- I wouldn't trust either of them.

- My point.

He ran from us!

Well, he's footloose and fancy-free now

because we can't legally keep him here.

- Well, that's ridiculous.

- No, Tom, it's the law.

And now we have a very expensive,

resource-heavy operation run

just to keep the b*stard safe!

And seeing as how you made this mess,

- it's up to you to sort it out.

- No

You'll need cameras on

his house for surveillance.

I have a m*rder investigation

You'll need a TSG team to protect him.

I see what this is.

You're under pressure from above.

Word is out that we have

a former soldier in custody

and some politician has taken

exception. Is that it?

Sometimes I think you forget

where you're standing.

And I don't just mean

in front of a senior officer.

I mean the f*cking island

underneath your feet!

Colin Foyle was a careful man.

There's no trace of an ill*gal operation

on his computer

or in his files.

No loose ends, until this.

Any luck with these entries, Birdy?

Not yet, sir.

He nurses his wife through ill health.

After her death, nearly two years ago,

takes himself off to New York,

where he meets Olivia Deegan.

They get married three months later.

- Fast work He did.

- Who proposed?

His Facebook post at the time reads,

"I can't believe she said yes."

Then two exclamation marks.

People who know him say

he's not one to flash the cash,

but this house says otherwise.

The new Mrs Foyle said she

encouraged him to buy it.

By all accounts,

he was obsessed with her.

So if she's driving the spending,

do you think half

the money wasn't enough?

I don't think she pulled the trigger.

The M24 r*fle.

It's serious, serious kit.

High-powered,

very accurate in the right hands.

A trained sn*per will aim

at the chest from distance.

Dardis fits the bill.

Sarge. Ops Hub say they're

ready on the Dardis move.

- Oh, thanks, Judith.

- And your daughter's here, sir.

Oh, cheers.

It's the r*fle. We need to find it.

What are you doing here?

Need your signature to get

the mortgage approved, don't I?

You didn't need to come all

the way down here for that.

I trust you not to lose this

underneath all the other shite

that you've got going on.

We're buying a house.

Now sign on the dotted line

so I can take you to the cleaners.

Anyone ever tell you

that you are a bully?

I had a good role model growing up.

Erm, I'm going to be working through

the night.

How are you getting back?

Train.

No, no, no. Take a cab.

I'll get one of my many minions

to organise it. Birdy!

- Come on!

- Sir?

Can you look after Izzy,

make sure she gets home?

Yeah, absolutely.

I'm sorry. It's hectic here.

No worries. I got what I came for.

- Excuse me. Hi, Izzy.

- Hi.

See you down there, sir.

Yeah, I'll just be one sec.

Come and see me soon, eh?

When the money runs out!

Ah, I forgot my coat.

How's it going?

DC Ruddy, I need you and your partner

to head out to the safe houses

to provide overwatch.

You take Lima.

Get your partner on Juliette.

Sir.

I have three older brothers,

so I'm the baby.

That must be nice.

I get bossed around a wee bit.

Kind of like in here.

Mind you,

I'd take a bollocking from Jackie

any day over rounds in

the kitchen with my ma!

You just wait in here.

Cab won't be more than 15 minutes.

Thanks.

- I was going to ask

- What?

- Nothing, sorry.

- No, go on.

I was going to say, ask,

and only if you wanted to, of course

..a drink, maybe, at some point?

Billy Bird, are you asking me on a date?

Would that be good?

My dad's your boss.

Aye.

So would that be bad?

- That would be bad, wouldn't it?

- No, no, no. That would be good.

- Yeah?

- Erm

..what time do you finish work?

Why not after this?

Cancel the cab.

I've got cash.

In that case, aye. Class.

Grand. I'll wait in here, then.

I'll go call the cab company.

- OK.

- OK.

That's the last of it.

Here he comes.

I remind you that we have

the TSG team on task here

for your protection.

Cameras will also be

installed for your security.

Yeah, right.

You shot him, didn't you?

Worth a try.

One concealed camera at

the front of the house,

one at the back.

The TSG team will rotate with

another team every couple of hours.

Good work.

Mmm.

- Mum, can I have the TV on?

- Ten minutes and that's it.

Thank you.

Olivia.

Where's the gold?

I'm still not going to tell you.

This is my insurance policy now.

All right. Just, erm

..stay calm.

They don't have any evidence on us.

We're going to be grand.

We're in this together, Rob.

You told lies about me, though.

Didn't you?

What did you say?

Olivia, what did you say?

They're playing you, Rob.

Don't make it easy for them.

Rob, what is it?

Daddy! There's a fire!

Daddy!

Get dressed, both of you!

Someone lobbed a f*cking

petrol b*mb at our shed!

The Fire Service is on its way.

You need to come with me.

- Where's air support? Get on to them.

- Don't know, boss.

And keep an eye on the back gate.

Quickly now.

- Let's go, come on.

- I'm behind you. Go on.

What's going on? Go on, love.

What's happening?

Go on, love, go ahead. You're all right.

DS McGovern!

- Take that.

- OK.

All right? Just wait here. Wait.

What is going on?

- You're coming with me.

- The f*ck I am.

- We need to go now, Sarge.

- This is a targeted attack, Rob.

There's at least a dozen pairs

of eyes on what you do next.

You are the target.

If you're all together,

there's a greater risk

of your family getting hurt.

Rob!

- I'll see you later, OK?

- What's going on, Rob?

It's safer, all right? I love you.

You're with me. You, stick to procedure.

- Daddy, I'm scared.

- Be a soldier, right?

You take of your mummy, all right? Copy?

Daddy, don't leave us, please.

Daddy.

Go, go.

You all right?

You owe somebody money?

Making sure my daddy's not there?

Sorry.

It's OK, Birdy.

But you're off-duty. I'd rather

it wasn't the theme of the night.

I won't do it again.

I just I respect your da.

A lot.

Sometimes I look at him and I think,

"I could never be like that,

"as good as that."

You're chasing the wrong Brannick.

So has it always just

been the two of you?

Your da never had any girlfriends, no?

Really, Birdy, he's not into you.

- Forget it.

- I'm having you on.

Erm, there were none that lasted.

I'd hoped that, erm

It doesn't matter.

- What?

- Nothing.

I'd hoped that one of them would

become something, that's all.

Tori Matthews?

She seemed kind of

..well, too good to be

true, if I'm honest.

- I didn't know that they were

- Daddy wanted to play it down.

How is he?

Your da? Seems grand.

Can be a bit funny this time of year.

Around the time that

my mummy disappeared.

I worry that

It's only ever been about

me since then, for him.

And now I'm getting my own house and

You're only in Belfast.

Try telling him that.

I just wonder what he'll

do now, you know?

He needs a goal.

He's, erm

..driven.

Obsessive.

Something like that, yeah.

- DC Ruddy, I have one guest.

- Sarge.

Who do you think it is?

Depends.

Who wants revenge

for Colin Foyle's m*rder?

Or who wants your silence?

No-one you can think of, no?

In you go.

I'll be outside if you need me.

- You OK?

- Yeah.

The protection team took Dardis'

wife and son to House Juliet.

I took Dardis himself to House Lima.

Are you with him now?

No, I'm moving to Juliet

to make sure the team

are properly debriefed.

- Have you alerted the Int Hub?

- Yeah.

OK.

Sounds like you've got it under control.

- Do you need anything from me?

- Erm, no, I don't think so.

But it looks like you

might be right, boss,

about possible paramilitary involvement.

OK. Call me if the situation changes.

Listen to me carefully.

Your family is safe.

My DS is with them now.

But there's another problem.

We think there's a leak in our unit.

Are you serious?

Colin was an accountant

to the worst kind of people.

They're after you. They've an

insider feeding them information.

You need to come with me.

I can keep you safe.

Have you got a phone on you?

- Aye.

- Give it to me.

I need to turn it off.

I can't afford a new smartphone.

Come on.

Where are we going?

Another safe house.

One your insider doesn't know about?

Uh-huh.

Wait.

- Are we not going in?

- My DS is bringing the key.

She'll be a few minutes yet.

Did you know Colin Foyle worked

for a criminal organisation, Rob?

Now is the time to tell me.

Witness protection, relocation,

we can do all that for you.

If you just give us something.

Come on.

She can't have that

much of a hold over you.

What?

Olivia Foyle.

She's obviously pulling the strings.

You don't see it?

Where is she right now? Tucked up

in her bed at home.

Where are you?

She's hanging you out to dry, Rob.

Do you take instruction from her?

Is that why you keep calling her?

We're not talking about this.

Or is it something else?

Do you love her?

Christ, are you stupid, man?

Shut up.

What, a nice wee bit of South Dublin

skirt

flutters your eyelashes at you

- and you go all Bonnie and Clyde?

- No.

So what was it?

- No sex until you m*rder the husband?

- f*ck you!

Did she tell you

where to find the r*fle?

Stop asking questions.

- Did she order you?

- Are you deaf?

I bet you love taking orders, don't you?

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, you know, something

you're not getting at home.

Does your wife know?

Your son?

Is that eating you up inside?

I'm not listening to this.

If you had access to the r*fle,

you had access to the gold.

What?

Well

..that's what this is really about.

- How do you know about

- How do I know?

Did you take it from her husband?

Did she get you to hide it?

Where's your DS?

Where did you put it, Rob?

She's not coming, is she?

Answer the question.

I know where the gold is.

- And you don't.

- How do you know that?

I helped Colin move it.

And then you k*lled him.

The man lost his nerve.

Why?

He got some information

that the gold belonged to the IRA.

He panicked.

- And did what?

- Nothing.

I told him that some

ex-IRA fella wanted a meeting.

That's how you lured him.

If you k*ll me, you've got nothing.

You're f*cked.

You know, Colin thought

it was a police officer.

Then that ex-IRA fella gets

k*lled. What was his name?

Pat Keenan.

Everyone thought it was him.

But it wasn't, was it?

Be careful, Rob.

That's why Colin hired

me to be security for him.

He knew you were still alive.

I'm warning you.

Warn away.

You and I both know

..there's nothing you can do.

Not if you want your gold back.

Now, let's get back in the car

..Goliath.

f*ck.

Sorry if I got a wee bit heavy.

Don't be. I like spending time with you.

Really?

- Oh, is that weird?

- No, I do too.

What?

Nothing.

Just That's pretty great.

It's a bit late for you to be

going back to Belfast now.

Aye.

Oh, I'm not I'm not

suggesting you stay at mine.

- I didn't

- I mean, of course you're welcome to.

I do actually have a

spare bed that I could

No, no, it's

It's OK. I can stay with Daddy.

It's not far.

Ah, course.

I would like to do this again though.

Just so we're clear.

So would I.

- I'll

- Walk me to a cab?

I'll walk you to a cab.

- Are you not back in Belfast?

- I decided to catch up with a friend.

You become OCD all of a sudden?

Oh, no, I

I spilled coffee and decided

to give it a full valet.

- Hey.

- I tried ringing you.

Is your mobile off?

No, you know what the

signal is like here.

You OK?

Yeah, yeah. Erm, here,

make yourself useful. Go on.

After everything that happened and,

you know,

who Tori really was and

..so determined to, like, dig up

the past, no matter the cost

..I was thinking, you know

..maybe it's for the best

if we put some more

..distance between us and that.

It's probably a wee bit late for me.

I'll get another bottle of wine.

- You sure?

- Aye.

Did you ever think about leaving?

Putting this all behind you.

No.

No, it's the It's the next one along.

But, no, didn't think of leaving.

You were here.

Mum and Dad were here,

which was helpful with you.

My life was here.

Believe it or not,

even after everything that happened,

this is still my home.

I'm part of it.

And maybe

..a wee bit of me thought that,

you know, if we stayed

..as long as you and I were here,

then your mother would

..she would know her way back to us.

Sleep well.

- Daddy?

- Yeah?

Have they made a connection yet?

Between Pat Keenan and Mummy?

No.

No, they haven't.

Get some sleep.

- Morning.

- Morning.

Detective Constable Bird,

this is Alan from Safe House

and Home Storage.

You left a wee message yesterday

asking if we have a unit number 174.

Well, we do indeed.

SHSS is a Safe House and Home Storage

in Whiteside Industrial Estate.

I just got off the phone with them.

Units 174, 175 and 176 are all

registered to Colin Foyle.

Get a search party together.

We'll meet them there.

174. Thanks, mate.

OK. These all belong

to Foyle. Open the lot.

Mr Dardis?

sh*t.

Just more furniture.

What would have gone in those holes?

By the looks of it, another r*fle.

We need to bring Olivia Foyle in.

Sir?

Sir?

Brannick.

Sir, Dardis has gone missing.

- How could you let this happen?

- I thought he was secure.

We were headed there straight

after the storage facility.

It's not her fault.

As far as I can see

the DS ran a well-ex*cuted operation.

Have we spoken to Dardis' family

to see if he's been in touch?

Sir, Birdy's been

trying to get a location

on the phone Dardis had on him.

I thought we didn't recover a phone.

His wife says he had

a cheap replacement.

Right.

Well, if it was a smartphone,

we'd have more luck.

The last triangulated location on

this one hadn't zeroed in precisely.

It had him anywhere

in the Strangford area.

Well, he can't have got far,

not with the injury he's carrying.

Unless he had help.

What about the storage facility?

Storage unit 174 had two large r*fle

cases and one M24 sn*per r*fle.

The m*rder weapon?

The CSI say the r*fle is brand-new.

It's never been fired.

But the presence of two cases

suggests there's a r*fle missing.

So now we have a missing weapon

and a missing person.

For f*ck's sake!

We wouldn't be in this situation

were it not for you, sir.

Come again?

No, no, no, get it off your chest.

Well, it's not the first time

you've put keeping the peace

- before the pursuit of justice.

- I might have known.

Well, the truth is, you're a

politician first

and a policeman after.

The difference between you and me, Tom,

is that I understand the balance

needed to do this job.

Mm. And now there's

an even bigger mess to deal with.

Well, I'll leave you to it, then.

- I'm so sorry, sir.

- Could have happened to anyone.

Get out to the house,

see if you can pick up a trail.

Birdy, you can help with

the Olivia Foyle interview.

Sir.

We should document everywhere Dardis

has been in the last ten days.

Work backwards from his

hideout in the woods.

We'll go to every

location if we have to.

Use ANPR, CCTV,

everything at our disposal.

Sir.

That's the storage facility.

48 hours after her husband's m*rder.

And just after we

questioned her at the station.

Room two.

Mrs Foyle's solicitor is stuck in

traffic, so he might be a wee while.

Thanks, Birdy. You ready for this?

- Absolutely.

- It's a step up.

- Don't disappoint me.

- I won't.

- Go get yourself prepped.

- Thanks, sir.

- Sir.

- Sir.

We're still waiting on your solicitor.

OK.

There's that gold again.

Wasn't from you this time?

Rob Dardis has been using

a burner phone with this number.

This is from him.

- He's gone missing.

- Missing?

We had him in a safe house

..but he's on the run.

But why would he message me this?

Maybe he wants to make a deal?

Do you think he's coming for me?

Too risky.

The question is

..where would he hide it?

You could help me.

- "Help" you?

- Uh-huh.

Find it.

I'm sorry, I don't follow.

Help you, or

..the police?

- Same thing.

- Is it?

Cos you're not tempted by

the idea of the gold, are you?

They can't pay you enough.

They don't.

Still

..no reason to undertake

anything ill*gal.

It's not going to happen.

But if it did

..you'd have something more.

But you don't know where the gold is.

You have nothing to offer.

Don't I?

I am very good at keeping secrets.