01x02 - Episode 2

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My name is

Detective Sergeant Emer Berry.

I'm with the

Criminal Assets Bureau.

We'll be seizing anything

we believe to be

the proceeds of crime

or anything purchased

with the proceeds of crime.

Got a scent from the cage.

Diamonds. Unpolished.

The documents from the cage

are in Flemish.

They're title deeds

to a property in Antwerp.

I'm guessing this is

about the bombings.

I saw the apartment is

a crime scene, and this is CTU.

The suicide b*mber

who carried out the attack

here in Antwerp, he stayed in

the apartment the night before.

We also found the body

of a woman

who had been m*rder*d

in the bathroom.

Her name is Sana Retz.

She worked for my company

for a short while.

Your guy had a bag

full of diamonds,

and his apartment was used

by my t*rror1st.

We need to question him.

We'd like you to present

to the station voluntarily.

Or if not, we can issue

a warrant for your arrest.

Up to you.

I'm not taking the rap

for anyone.

That clear?

How long?

Is that really the best

you can do?

f*ck.

Chopper's coming, but it won't

be here for another 40 minutes.

Oh, seriously?

It's coming from Cork.

Any sightings of the bike?

Just the one headed

in this direction.

Description's gone out

to all units.

-Someone's bound to see them.

-We can't lose them.

Is this road a dead end?

Where's this road lead?

They've got to be ahead of us

somewhere.

-Got to be.

-Maybe they went off road.

That's why we need the chopper.

Something up ahead.

Something up ahead.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

What was that?

Back it up.

Back it up.

Get down!

It looks like a timer

from a detonator.

Why risk using a detonator?

Could've just set the bike

on fire themselves.

We triggered it.

Must've gone off on foot.

Check up here.

This was well planned.

Must have had

someone pick them up.

Chief Inspector de Jong.

-Yeah?

-I'm Norah.

Um, Emer said your flight

was delayed

and asked me to keep an eye out

for you.

Uh, we should go inside.

Okay.

What happened?

Uh, Darren Reid, the man

we were about to question,

was shot.

Right here

in front of your station?

Yeah.

This way.

Why here?

Brexit.

I need a corporate presence

in the E.U.

It had to be Antwerp?

Antwerp's perfect.

Half-hour from the seat

of power.

And I get to see my grandson

more often.

Oh, yeah.

Hi.

-Sorry I'm late.

-Hello, darling.

The port authority

are now threatening me

with an investigation

and license review.

Well, send over your contracts

with them.

I'll have my legal

take a look at it.

We did the contracts.

Drew them up myself.

Ah. Well, they're just

trying to cover their asses.

You know, a lot of hot air

and panic.

Maybe, but if this publicity

continues,

it's gonna hit the company hard.

In my experience,

you got to meet something

like this head on.

You can't win a battle

in retreat.

Exactly.

You know, if you let accusations

that you hired t*rrorists

go unchallenged,

it becomes an accepted truth.

It's not good for business,

especially in your line of work.

Well, it's already out there.

What can I do?

Well, I can make a couple

of phone calls,

try and get your point of view

out there.

What do you mean,

get it out there?

Well, newspaper articles,

magazine interviews,

possibly some television,

but that's up to Bibi.

Yeah.

I'd appreciate that.

So, what do you think?

You sure it's big enough?

Well, if it's gonna be corporate

headquarters in Europe,

it's got to be big.

Well, in that case,

it's perfect.

Go have a nosy.

See if crime scene have found

anything.

Anyone looking after you?

Yeah. Just waiting on someone

to take my statement.

Can I get you a cup of tea

or something?

No.

Thanks.

On his way here,

how did Darren seem to you?

Are you interviewing me now,

Detective?

No. The real police

will investigate the m*rder.

It's just that I noticed

Darren started running

as soon as he saw the motorbike,

which says to me he was nervous,

aware his life was in danger.

Darren Reid is dead.

You're not betraying

client confidentiality

by helping us establish

who k*lled him.

He wasjumpy.

Had me pick him up

at a car park in town.

Usually he just meets me

at the station.

Do you think he felt safer

coming here with you?

Possibly.

And on the way here,

he did ask about the possibility

of doing a deal with you lot --

information for immunity from

prosecution or reduced charge.

He didn't say what information?

No.

Sorry.

I've been trying to call you.

I'm sorry.

My phone was on silent.

Gately's inside,

and she's looking for you.

Where is she?

In the kitchen

with Chief Inspector de Jong.

Oh, God.

That's all I need.

Apologies, ma'am.

I believe you wanted to see me.

Well, I came for a briefing

on the sh**ting outside,

but then I discover you have

a Belgian antiterrorist officer

hidden away here.

The property we seized

the other day

has links to the attacks

in Belgium.

I know.

Christian has been

filling me in.

And I got a call from

the chief commissioner's office.

The Belgians had been in touch

with them.

I see.

It would've been nice to have

had a heads-up on all this.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

It was all very early stages --

Mm.

Anyway, the commissioner

wants you and your team

to assist Christian's

antiterrorist department

in a joint investigation unit

on this.

Assist?

Just make it work, Emer.

Sharing resources

and working together.

Does that mean we can exceed

CAB's investigative remit?

If it's applicable

to the t*rror1st attacks, yes.

Now, I have to make

a statement to the media,

so where are we on this m*rder?

Darren Reid

was under investigation

and on his way here to be

interviewed when he was shot.

It was an extremely

professional k*lling.

I'd say that there's

a high probability

it's linked to his involvement

in those bombings.

Probably smarter

if the official line on this

is that this was a local

gangland k*lling.

Agreed.

And, uh, next time

the commissioner calls,

I don't want to be caught

with my pants down.

That clear, Emer?

Yes, ma'am.

Nice meeting you, Christian.

So, now it's official.

You're assisting me.

We work together.

Your witness is dead.

How observant of you.

Come on.

Okay.

Nice office.

It's temporary.

Your unit must be

very important,

getting a place like this.

Now that Darren Reid's dead,

it seems you came all the way

out here for no reason.

So I'll have someone book you

a taxi to the airport,

'cause we're a little busy

right now.

Well, I have this for you.

I saw her in your offices.

She's Irish.

Yeah, she is,

and she employed the woman

we found m*rder*d

in the b*mber's apartment.

An immigrant employed

by an Irish woman is m*rder*d

in the apartment

used by the b*mber

and owned by an Irishman.

That's a bit of a coincidence.

Yeah.

WellI don't believe

in coincidences.

Neither do I.

So I thought maybe you could run

a check on her,

see if she has history

or connections to Mr. Reid.

Sure.

Melnick.

It's not a very Irish name.

That's her married name.

Her father-in-law

is Richard Melnick.

He owns Trestford Ltd.,

the Canadian hedge fund company.

He's very rich.

Rich like God, as I say.

Sean, this is

Chief Inspector de Jong.

My colleague

Detective Prendergast.

Hi.

We're gonna be working together

on this,

so if it's about

the investigation, spit it out.

I just spoke to a mate

who's on the team investigating

Darren Reid's m*rder,

and he said Reid's wife

told them

that after we spoke to him

yesterday,

Reid drove off in a panic,

but she doesn't know where.

Have Josh get online access

to traffic-unit cameras.

See if they can trace

Reid's car.

We need to know where he went.

Way ahead of you.

He's on it already.

Do a background check

on this woman.

See what turns up.

Yes, boss.

You said to your boss

you believe Reid's k*lling

is linked to this case.

Yeah.

How is that?

I was there.

It wasn't a local gangland hit.

These guys were

very well trained.

They started sh**ting from

distance on a moving motorbike,

and hit him

with the very first shot.

That's impressive.

Despite being in front

of a police station,

they drove up to Reid

and shot him two more times

on the ground.

-Sounds like ex-military.

-It does.

And these suspects -- two men?

Yeah.

A resident on the floor below

the apartment the b*mber used

claimed to have seen two men

on the fire-escape stairs.

We can't find them anywhere

on CCTV.

We'll check airports

and ferry manifests

to see if anyone throws up

a red flag.

Okay.

I'll be flying home tonight, but

you'll let me know immediately

if you find anything?

Yeah. And I presume

that works both ways.

Of course.

Yeah.

You're sure this is a good idea?

I can't just do nothing

while they paint me like some

kind of t*rror1st sympathizer.

I'll be left without a business.

Or a reputation.

I have to get out ahead

of the story.

You sound just like my father.

Ouch.

How do I look?

You look perfect.

Wish me luck.

Good luck.

All right.

The news anchor

is gonna cue me in,

and then I'll direct

my questions to you.

Okay.

I'm here today

with Bibi Melnick.

Her company employed Sana Retz,

whose body was found

in the apartment

used by the t*rror1st responsible

for this week's bombing.

Mevrouw Melnick, is it true

that you hired Sana Retz

even though she had

no work permit?

Yes, I hired Sana in good faith

after she promised

she would provide us

with her work permits.

But she never did, and still

you kept on employing her?

We did chase it up with her

a number of times.

Another employee of yours,

Kamal Mersi,

he's also being sought

by the police

for questioning in regards

to this investigation.

Yes, I believe that's the case.

Viktor Maes'

National Reform Party

issued a statement earlier today

in response to the news

that Sana Retz was an ill*gal

immigrant, and he's claiming

that it might be time for

Belgium to close its borders.

Yes, I heard his statement,

and it didn't surprise one bit

that Viktor Maes

would use a national tragedy

as an excuse

to air his abhorrent views

on race and immigration.

If Viktor Maes were here

to defend himself today,

he might claim

that it's not very surprising

that someone who employs and

profits from ill*gal immigrants

would defend them.

I hired one woman, Sana Retz,

who was an ill*gal immigrant.

But she was also someone

who was desperate

to build a new life

for herself here

because the country she was

fleeing was decimated by w*r.

She was polite and hardworking

and punctual.

And despite the insinuations

of people like Viktor Maes,

there's absolutely no evidence

that Sana had any involvement

with the bombings.

As far as anyone knows,

she was as much a victim of this

atrocity as the others were.

That is true, but nor do we know

that she wasn't involved.

Well, you're forgetting

that Sana was m*rder*d.

The only reason

people label her a t*rror1st

is because she was a Muslim

and from the Middle East.

Nobody is labeling her

a t*rror1st.

In his statement, Viktor Maes

referred to both Sana and Kamal

as "probable t*rrorists."

Look, his party may call

themselves separatists

or conservatives or neopopulist

or whatever.

But we all know

they're just fig leaves

designed to conceal the truth,

which is, of course,

that Viktor Maes and his party

are racists.

You can't make accusations

without substantiation.

Well, it's the truth,

and everybody knows it.

He and his party and

their supporters are racists.

Still working?

That's impressive.

You checking up on me?

I just wanted to let you know

that we believe

there's another b*mb

already in Antwerp,

which means the next attack

is imminent.

f*ck.

Yeah.

Anything on the two

on the motorbike?

No.

Nothing.

Forensics here tell me

they have picked up shoe prints

in the apartment

that Darren owned.

I'll check

with the lead detective

on Darren Reid's m*rder

and see if they've found

anything similar.

Okay. Perfect. Stay in touch.

Good night.

Good night.

Hey.

Whiskey?

I can't.

I'm driving.

-I'll drop you home.

-I'd better not.

I have a funny feeling

it's gonna be a long few days.

Sparkling water, Jack, please.

How was Gately?

She didn't look too happy

when she arrived.

'Cause I haven't told her

about the Belgians.

Oh.

But mostly I felt like

she was just holding fire.

-Holding for what?

-See how this pans out.

Having a key suspect m*rder*d

in the station car park

is never really

a good career move.

-She can't blame you for that.

-No.

But it's her team

here in Shannon like this.

You do know

it's just a trial run.

I kind of figured that

when I saw her offices.

They didn't exactly roll out

the red carpet.

Now with Darren Reid's m*rder

all over the news

and front pages,

we're gonna be

really under that microscope.

If we mess up this case now,

Gately will shut us down

and pack us all back to Dublin.

And I always had you pegged

as a city girl.

I thought moving back to Dublin

would be right up your street.

Dublin bit I don't mind.

It's the failing I can't abide.

Well, let's make sure

we don't fail.

Christian called me

before I left the office.

They believe there's

another b*mb in Antwerp.

Christ.

I'm not saying

it's gonna be easy.

But, I for one, am backing us.

You always do.

These are all the names

and numbers

the telecom companies identified

from Darren Reid's phone.

Now, we only managed

to photograph

the most recent calls he made

before the phone

was completely erased.

So there's every possibility

that whatever he was trying

to hide from us was wiped.

But what we did get was 41 calls

to 11 different numbers.

The first ones

are to his friends and family.

These two are for

a car-leasing service he used

and the Revenue help line.

And then there's

these three numbers here --

one call is to a pay-as-you-go,

which we can't trace,

another four calls to a number

registered to a Jay Ward,

who, according to PULSE,

had numerous convictions

for drug offenses

and, it seems, was being

supplied with product by Reid.

And then there's

this last number here.

And this is the really

interesting one --

five calls to a Mr. Fionn Brannigan,

who happens to be the son

of the late Barry Brannigan.

-Who is Barry Brannigan?

-You remember.

The businessman who went bust

owing millions.

Ended up k*lling himself.

Vaguely.

Don't you ever watch the news?

I watch the sports.

I had friends in Revenue

who worked on the Brannigan case

and had dealings

with Brannigan Jr.

I'm sensing you're not a fan of his.

Pardon my French,

but from what I heard,

he's a sneaky little prick.

Hm. Does he always look

that pleased with himself?

I believe he does.

Wait.

Wait.

Who's that in the blue dress?

That's his older sister,

Bronagh.

Also known as Bibi.

Hey.

That's an unexpected surprise.

Bibi Melnick,

the woman you asked me to check.

No pleasantries?

-No.

-Okay.

Her brother's number was found

on Darren Reid's phone.

Talk about a coincidence.

Hey.

Well done.

I miss something?

Your interview yesterday.

Well, it was a bit

of a car crash.

No, no.

You stood up for Sana.

And it's all over the Internet,

you calling Maes

and his loony supporters r*cist.

Yeah. I'm not sure

that's a good thing.

Screw them.

They are racists.

Mr. Brannigan?

This is Detective Sergeant Berry

and Detective Prendergast.

May I help you?

We'd just like a quick word

if that's all right.

Yeah. Of course.

Come inside.

Thank you, Toni.

Is this about the sh**ting yesterday?

In a way, yes.

I saw the street

was cordoned off,

and they said on the news

someone had been k*lled.

The victim was a man

we were investigating

called Darren Reid.

We have security cameras

landside.

They may have

picked something up.

You're more than welcome

to examine the footage.

Thank you.

We may well do that.

But the reason we're here now

is that while we were examining

Mr. Reid's phone,

we discovered a number of calls

to you.

Yes?

Why was Darren Reid calling you?

I assume you already know that

Mr. Reid was involved in the

illicit drug business.

Hm.

That's one way of putting it.

And I'm not admitting

to anything,

but I'm sure there were lots

of people in contact with Darren

to purchase small amounts

of cocaine

for their own personal use.

What puzzles me is how you would

know someone like Darren Reid.

I can't see you and him

socializing in the same circles.

We were members of the same gym.

I'd see him

in the changing rooms.

I guess we got chatting

and one thing led to another.

You have a sister in Antwerp.

Is that right?

Yes.

Did she know Darren Reid too?

No. How would she?

Why would she?

I don't know.

Maybe you introduced them.

No.

I didn't.

And Bibi hasn't been here

for years.

So no, she doesn't know him.

I'm certain of that.

It's just that an employee

of your sister's

was found dead

in an apartment in Antwerp

that appears to be owned

by Darren Reid.

It's quite a coincidence.

Wouldn't you think?

I don't know.

Yes.

I suppose it is.

I mean, Darren Reid owns

this apartment,

your sister's employee

was found dead in it,

and your number is on his phone.

I told you already --

I bought cocaine from Darren.

Small amounts.

That's all.

And I'm absolutely certain

Bibi doesn't know him,

and I have no idea

how her employee ended up there.

Okay.

And this gym you and Darren Reid

are members of --

What's it called?

Titanic Fitness.

Do I need my lawyer here?

Not right now.

But I would put him on notice.

Aviation services --

What exactly is that?

Basically, I trade

in aircraft --

buying them, leasing them,

selling them.

Do you operate planes

of your own?

Yes, sometimes.

But not normally.

Did you have any planes flying

in and out of Ireland yesterday?

No.

And I presume you have

documentation to verify that.

Yes.

Absolutely.

If you make an official request,

I can provide it.

Great.

I'll do that.

The electronics are done.

Fridge is stocked?

Chief Inspector.

Is something wrong?

We have some questions for you.

If you'd like a lawyer present,

that is, of course, your right.

That won't be necessary.

Come inside.

Do you know this man?

No.

His name is Darren Reid.

You asked me about that name

before.

I don't know him.

Who is he?

He's an Irish drug dealer,

and we found your brother's

number on his phone.

What's that got to do with me?

Well, this Darren Reid

also owned the apartment

where Sana's body was found.

An apartment that's also

been used by a t*rror1st.

My brother

My brother is the reason

that I haven't been home

in Ireland in over five years.

He's the reason that I changed

my name when I got married.

My dad took Fionn

into the family business

that he had spent 40 years

building up,

and Fionn

brought the whole thing

crashing down.

And everyone went after

my dad --

Revenue, creditors, banks,

media especially.

And he k*lled himself.

After that, our family name

was destroyed.

It became a byword for scandal

in Ireland.

You can look it up.

It's all over the Internet.

And I have been trying to escape

from it for years,

but Fionn always finds a way of

dragging me back into his sh*t.

Look, I have no idea

what my brother

and this drug dealer were doing.

I have no idea how Sana ended up

in that apartment.

But you need to speak to Fionn.

Do you have any idea

if your brother knew Sana?

No.

How could he?

Well, there is this

other thing that bothers us.

The address you gave

for Sana Retz doesn't exist.

It's fake.

Well, that's the only one

she gave us.

Mm.

And what about Kamal Mersi?

Another one of your employees

we need to speak to,

he just vanished.

All these things

seem to lead back to you.

Hold on a minute.

Josef, can you come here,

please?

Josef, you gave Kamal and Sana

lifts home after work, yes?

Yes, sometimes.

So you know where Sana lived?

No, never to her house.

But she always asked me to drop

her off to the same street.

Can you please show these police

officers where that street is?

Yes.

Ideally I'd like a Section 6

search-and-seize

to really go after Brannigan.

-What do we have?

-He's on Reid's phone.

But he's explained they were

members of the same gym

and he bought drugs from him.

That's if they were members

of the same gym.

They were.

Fionn Brannigan has been

a member of Titanic Fitness

for 18 months

and Darren Reid even longer --

almost five years.

What about the woman

who worked for his sister?

She was found dead

in Reid's apartment.

That ties him in there too.

Not in the eyes of the law

unless you can link him

directly to the woman.

Look, if we apply

with what you've got now,

the judge will cite coincidence

and say we don't have a case

strong enough

to justify the level of

intrusion a Section 6 entails.

We need more.

Fine.

Get an order to access

his bank accounts

and see what that throws up.

I'll put the application

together,

but I'm not sure we even have

enough for that.

Sean, I want you to focus

on Fionn Brannigan's tax returns

and online presence,

see if income matches

his lifestyle.

On it.

Any progress on where Reid went

yesterday after we spoke to him?

So far I've found his car

on three cameras,

so I know he was heading west

and in a hurry.

Great.

Well, keep at it.

You're sure?

You're sure this is

where you left her?

Yes, I'm sure.

What direction did she go

after she got out of the car?

I don't know.

She waved, and I drove away.

That's it.

Thank you.

Okay.

Thank you.

Can I help you?

Chief Inspector de Jong,

counterterrorist unit.

This is Inspector Thijs.

What is this place?

We provide

temporary housing units

for women who have been

granted asylum.

Do you know this woman?

I have to warn you --

Aiding a t*rror1st operation

is a very serious offense.

Yes.

I know her.

Is there another exit

through this building?

There's a back door --

through there.

I suggest you tell me

what you know.

There are a lot of lives

at stake here.

Yes.

Sana lived here.

Sana lived here?

-Mm-hmm.

-Okay.

I was just chatting to the lads

outside in the crime scene.

And this isn't official till

they get the ballistics report,

but they reckoned the b*llet

casings used yesterday

were from a GL*CK.

It's gangland.

What we saw out there

was not local.

They were highly trained.

Check the airports.

I went through

the passenger lists,

but no one's throwing up

any red flags yet.

Have a look at the private

and charter jets,

especially anything linked

to Fionn Brannigan

and his air-service companies.

Will do.

I-I think I might

have something here.

So, I've been able to trace

Darren Reid's journey

after you spoke to him

across five cameras.

And this is the fifth one.

See?

That's Darren Reid's car there.

Andit turns right.

And here he is again,

coming back

less than seven minutes later.

Do you know what's in there?

Do you have any idea

where he was going?

Yeah.

I checked on Google Maps.

It's a pub called

the Crossroads Tavern.

Good work.

What the f*ck

have you done now, Fionn?

Call me when you get

this message.

Sixth floor.

Mr. Brannigan.

Your family are outside.

-Thank you, Louise.

-Enjoy.

-Hi.

-Hi. You're late.

Sorry.

It was, uh,

just one of those days.

So, are you excited

about your big day tomorrow?

It's not that big a day.

Just think about all the money

you'll be raking in.

Jesus, Fionn.

It's not about that.

Oh, yeah.

They talk about all God stuff.

But me and Holly know, don't we?

It's the bottom line.

-You're not gonna take that?

-I'll call her back.

She might be calling

to wish Holly good luck.

Yeah. I'll call Bibi later.

She can do it then.

Let's order.

What do we feel like?

Fionn, are you okay?

Yeah, yeah.

I told you --

It's just been a shitty day.

That's all.

Actually, I need to go

to the toilet.

I thought you said

you wanted to order.

Yeah. I'll have the steak,

the big one, medium rare.

Right.

Have you guys decided?

-Yeah.

-Yes?

This is Fionn Brannigan.

Please leave a message,

and I'll get back to you.

Sorry I missed dinner.

It's okay.

What happened?

I need a drink.

What did the police say?

Well, the apartment

that Sana was found in

was owned by an Irish

drug dealer.

And Fionn's number

was on the drug dealer's phone.

How can that be?

I presume Fionn was buying drugs

off him.

That doesn't explain

Sana being there.

Did you call him?

I've been calling all afternoon.

He won't answer.

If he drags us into

another one of his messes,

I will k*ll him.

This is a bit more

than his usual sh*t.

You sure there hasn't been

a mistake?

They seemed pretty certain

to me.

If this gets out

on top of all the publicity

about Sana and Kamal,

the business is gone.

I won't survive it.

We'll apply

for a media blackout.

That just makes me look like

I have something to hide.

It's just until the police

can establish the truth.

You don't want your reputation

tarnished by Fionn again.

Should we talk to your dad,

see what he says?

No.

I can handle this.

Okay?

Okay.

I'm gonna call Sebastian.

Media law is his area.

He'll know what to do.

James!

Oh, my God.

Don't move.

Arthur, stay where you are.

Do not come any closer.

Chesa!

Yes, Mevrouw Melnick?

Could you please take Arthur

to his room?

Don't move.

I'll call an ambulance.

It doesn't sting.

It doesn't burn.

If it was anthrax,

I'd be blistering, wouldn't I?

I don't --

We don't know what it is.

Let's get a doctor.

Be careful.

Be careful.

It's talcum powder.

It's f*cking talcum powder.

I understand

Sana was your friend

and you were just trying to help

by allowing her to stay here

with you.

But actually, I don't care

about any of that

as long as you answer

my questions honestly.

Was Sana radicalized?

No.

You're sure?

Sana had no anger -- none --

about anything.

She was a happy

and positive person.

Then how did she end up dead

in an apartment

used by a t*rror1st?

I have no idea.

That's not her.

Did she have friends

or other people she met up with

outside this unit?

Just at work.

Kamal.

Kamal?

-Kamal Mersi?

-Yes.

He and his friend came here

to visit Sana.

What friend?

I don't know.

Sana just said

that he was Kamal's friend.

If they came to visit Sana,

they would have had to sign in,

and we will have a record

of that.

Get it for me, please.

Of course.

Was Sana

in a romantic relationship

with this Kamal?

No, but it's

it's what she hoped

would happen.

They usually met for a coffee

or a film.

And this friend,

he went with them?

Yes, sometimes.

The friend who came to visit

with Kamal

is named Hadi Mansour.

Okay.

Hadi Mansour.

Okay.

Thank you very much.

It's got to be one of Maes'

nut-job supporters.

-We call the police?

-No. Please.

I can't bear another

police questioning now.

You're the victim here.

Look, it was just some crackpot

trying to scare us.

Well, they succeeded.

Look, I'm fine.

I wasn't hurt.

Nobody was hurt.

I don't want to give

Viktor Maes' fanatics

any more attention

than they already have.

I'll hire security

for the house.

No.

Look.

James, there's really no need.

It was just a stupid prank.

Okay?

What can I get you?

Is the owner around?

What's this about?

We want to talk to the owner.

If he's not here, you can

just give us his number.

Jim!

Is something wrong?

We'd like to talk to you

about your security system.

Do you want to explain that?

Sometimes Darren would pay me

to use the phone back here.

Why would he do that?

I don't know.

So people don't know

who he's ringing, I suppose.

Do you have a log

of numbers called?

It should be

in our online account.

I want to find out who he called

from here.

What time exactly was it?

8:37 Wednesday evening.

There it is.

Run a check on that.

You're fired.

Thank you, Josh.

You're not gonna believe this.

That's Fionn Brannigan's mobile.

Tell Norah to get us

a search-and-seize.

We have him.

On it.

f*ck.