01x03 - Episode 3

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The commissioner wants you

and your team to assist

Christian's anti-t*rror1st

department on this.

If we mess up this case now,

Gately will shut us down

and pack us all back to Dublin.

We believe there's another b*mb

already in Antwerp,

which means the next attack

is imminent.

Viktor Maes' National Reform

Party issued a statement.

Viktor Maes and his party

are racists.

Oh!

James!

It's f*cking talcum powder.

I'm not taking the rap

for anyone. That clear?

Aah!

Bibi Melnick, the woman

you asked me to check.

Her brother's number was found

on Darren Reid's phone.

Fionn always finds a way of

dragging me back into his sh*t.

Do I need my lawyer here?

I would put him on notice.

You're not a fan of his.

Pardon my French,

but from what I heard,

he's a sneaky little prick.

Sometimes Darren

would pay me to use the phone.

That's

Fionn Brannigan's mobile.

Get us a search and seize.

-We have him.

-On it.

Ave Maria ♪

Gratia plena ♪

Maria, gratia plena ♪

Maria, gratia plena ♪

Let's go, boys and girls.

Everything on the computers.

Copies of everything.

Ave, ave, dominus ♪

Dominus tecum ♪

Benedicta tu in mulieribus ♪

Et benedictus ♪

Et benedictus

fructus ventris ♪

Ventris tui, Jesus ♪

Ave Maria ♪

Right.

Let's get Brannigan's assistant

in here.

May God almighty bless you.

The Father, the Son,

and the Holy Spirit.

-Amen.

-Amen.

Play nicely, and no one

need be the wiser.

This is my daughter's

First Holy Communion Mass.

And you're a flight risk,

so no time to stand on ceremony.

Rubber-stamped by the judge

who just issued the warrant.

Sorry. What is this?

What's happening?

This is a Criminal Assets

Bureau search, Mrs. Brannigan.

So if you'd like to step out here.

What, now?

You have got to be joking.

Would you rather we do it here?

You better have a good

reason for doing this.

Come on.

Come on.

It's okay.

We'll be at the restaurant in no time.

All right?

Everyone place

their mobile phones in the tray.

No need to touch them.

The kids, too.

Okay, no problem,

but leave the kids out of it.

All the phones.

It's okay.

Daddy'll buy you a better one.

Your watch, too.

-Sorry.

-Ah, don't touch it.

-I was only --

-In the tray,

where we can see it.

Your car keys, too.

Thank you.

Only the one phone?

No doubt you won't take

my word for it.

Mrs. Brannigan, you can take

the children outside now.

-No. I want --

-Siobhan, they've seen enough.

Go on to the restaurant.

This shouldn't take long.

Okay, come on, guys.

Let's go.

-Well done today.

-Come on.

Your warrant.

What I want is my solicitor.

He's a bit busy right now.

He's being searched, as well.

"To seize and retain

any material with your name on

which the officer believes

to be evidence of assets

or proceeds deriving

from criminal activities."

This also covers your house,

your office,

all your financial records.

All being searched as we speak.

Your every recess.

The taxman's never out of them.

There's nothing there.

Something not right here.

Get the torch.

Open it up.

Hope there's no Semtex

in the back.

Hey, John.

Good to see you.

Mia.

A very special day.

Congratulations.

Yeah.

I dread to think

where that came from.

We got him.

Darren Reid's call from

Crossroads Tavern's on his log.

1:35.

Ask and you shall receive.

Yeah.

You said

you weren't going in today.

Oh

I can't just drop everything.

Let's give it a couple days

till we can be sure

that this nutcase

doesn't have

any more plans for us.

He'll be posting his talc

to someone else today, James.

He's a crank.

The Pegasus is docking today,

soI have to be there.

I think we need

to talk about security.

What? No.

Thanks to my father and his

brilliant advice, this guy

knows where we live,

where you work.

-Arthur.

-No, James, please.

-I grew up like that.

-Yeah, me too.

Men in earpieces

making everyone edgy.

I don't want that for him.

There's a lot

I don't want for him.

Okay. Look. I'll

-I'll think about it.

-Okay.

Is that your dress

for the fundraiser?

Mm-hmm.

Mm

The Children's Hospital

thanks you.

How long do you think

is left to this movie?

It seems like a long one.

Nice try.

I have to go to work.

Try not to call anybody

any names today.

Bye, sweetie.

Holy sh*t!

Hey-hey-hey!

He is neck deep in this.

The apartment used to build

the Antwerp b*mb

is "owned" by his drug dealer,

and the woman m*rder*d in it

is an employee of his sister,

Sana Retz.

Darren Reid called him

when he found out

that the Belgian police

wanted to talk to him

and then ends up ex*cuted

by the same men

that the Belgian CTU believe

could be the same men

that ex*cuted Sana Retz.

That is four connections

between Fionn Brannigan

and the t*rror1st attack.

You still can't link him directly.

And you'll have to let him go

if you don't come up

with something more solid.

Thanks, Josh.

And there he finally is.

The Dry Cleaner.

Why is he called that?

Because for the right price,

he can get any amount of grime

out of a white collar.

Pshh!

If he's such a big deal,

why is he so late for his client?

Tactical.

He's eating into my time.

He'll still need time

to brief his client.

He shouldn't have been late then.

By the book, Emer.

This isn't one you want to blow.

Hello?

I didn't think you'd pick up.

Apparently I have a few minutes to k*ll.

What have you got

out of Brannigan?

Nothing yet.

I'm just about to go in there.

This Hadi Mansour

is not giving up anything.

Maybe he doesn't know anything.

So right now, Fionn Brannigan is

all we've got to stop this b*mb.

No pressure then.

I need some more time

with my client.

I gave you loads.

You weren't here.

1103. D.S. Emer Berry

commencing the interview.

Just a few informal questions.

No need to look so worried.

What was the nature of your

relationship with Darren Reid?

That's a no comment.

We are not pursuing

your client's personal drug use.

That was the extent

of our relationship.

So, what, "you'd ring him up,

he'd deliver" type of thing?

Any other contact?

No.

-He ever call you?

-No.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

Do you know a pub

called the Crossroads Tavern?

Darren Reid traveled

all the way out there

a few hours before he died

to phone you.

Call log.

Why?

He wanted paid.

I hadn't settled my bill.

Hardly a call he'd try to hide.

No. Darren Reid had something

very important to impart to you.

And the next day, he was dead.

That was gangland.

No. It was a highly professional

ex-special-ops execution.

And not something

we typically see in Ireland.

You don't think I had

something to do with that?

Well, then convince me otherwise.

What is it he so badly

needed to tell you?

No comment.

It's not hard to guess.

He couldn't tell you fast enough

what we'd just told him --

that a Belgian

counterterrorist agent

was coming to interview him.

Speculation.

Don't comment.

And he ended with a b*llet in his head.

Because he wouldn't take the fall.

He was gonna give us

the person who roped him

into buying that apartment.

Pure speculation.

We know he didn't buy it.

He's never been to Antwerp,

and he hasn't got

that kind of money. We looked.

And he didn't want to be

involved in an apartment

that was used

to engineer a b*mb.

I'm sorry.

Wh-- What?

-14 innocent people.

-What is this?

This, Mr. Galvin,

is a t*rror1st investigation.

What? You're CAB?

This is strictly no comment

from now on.

Don't open your mouth.

Take those photographs away.

Are you going to charge him

with this ridiculous

-You charge him now or --

-Your client needs a break.

Interview suspended

for short recess.

What the f*ck was that?

Is there anything

we can keep him on?

Anything in his paperwork,

those boxes?

Even if we have to

trump something up.

I'll pretend I didn't hear that,

D.S. Berry.

Let him go.

From what I've seen,

you don't have anything

for an extension.

We can't.

He knows way too much.

I need full compliance here.

There are a lot of eyes

on this case

from a lot of agencies

across two countries.

Maybe all doubting

that a subsidiary office

way out here

can even handle this.

Sean might have something

that could help.

Well

We found these in a hidden safe

in his workplace.

And, look.

This is one of Darren Reid's.

And even better.

Identical. That's Reid and

Brannigan connected beyond doubt

into something way bigger

than a bit of weekend coke.

That's direct evidence.

You still need proof, Emer,

that these are indeed the same.

They are the same.

We never get raw diamonds,

and now twice in one case.

-Verification could take days.

-Then start working on it.

Because until then,

it's just more speculation.

Let him go.

I'm sorry, Emer.

I wish I could do more.

Put surveillance on him.

And if you get anything else,

come straight back to me.

I need another shot, Norah.

The sight of these

might make him crack.

Go on.

Reid's. Yours.

Identical.

Which binds the two of you

beyond question

in some sort of hefty transaction.

No comment.

Is this how he bought

the apartment for you?

'Cause it would certainly explain

why we couldn't trace it.

Or are you both on the payroll

for someone higher up?

Someone who k*lled 14 people?

See, I don't have you down

as a class of t*rror1st, Fionn.

I think you laid down with dogs

and got up with more

than you could handle.

We have intel that

another b*mb is imminent.

You could help us stop it,

and we can talk about

lessening your sentence.

But I suspect

what you really need most

from us now is protection.

You're the same threat to them

now as Darren Reid was.

Sitting here in the police station

all day talking about God knows what.

I won't be making you another offer.

You help us now,

or don't bother.

Fionn.

Get me out of here.

My client has told you

everything he can.

Those are pretty, by the way.

But unless you've got

certificates or something,

it's speculation.

Speculation.

Watch out for motorbikes.

Surveillance?

On it.

Yeah?

We lost him.

I had to let him go.

I'm not sure how much he knows

about this terror campaign,

but I'm pretty sure

he knows enough

to get you to someone who does.

Uh, surveillance?

We'll get him back.

We'll keep a tail on him

and go through his paperwork

until he's

He's looking

at Darren Reid's blood.

Come on, Fionn.

Turn around.

sh*t.

Sorry.

Uh, don't be.

It's a hard job we do.

And I think you're

pretty verbazingwekkend.

What?

Carolyn.

Why are all our vans still here?

The harbor master was here.

No. No.

Our trading license

has been suspended.

Citing that we pose a threat

to the port's security.

He can't suspend our license

without a hearing.

He just did.

Oh, there he is!

It's your mom.

-Hey.

-They've done it, James.

They've suspended my license.

Hey, they're just

following protocol.

Look. They have to hold

a hearing within 10 days.

Then you'll get

your full license back.

10 days?!

I'll usher everything through myself.

I promise.

Okay.

Thanks.

Thank you for meeting me.

No problem.

What's up?

The Port Authority

have taken my license.

No warning, nothing.

What am I going to do?

Did you talk to James?

He says they'll lift the suspension

right after the hearing,

which is in 10 days.

I'll have lost everything

I've built up by then.

All my clients.

Everything.

I have an ear I can bend.

Leave it with me.

-Thank you.

-It's what I do.

Hmm?

Kleston Incorporated

is under Kleston Holdings.

Impressive!

There's at least three

generations of companies here.

The Brannigan family DNA.

Running all around

the offshore world.

All of it legal, all tax avoidance.

And we need to know

every twist and turn

and inside track and rat run

if we're gonna catch him.

Like a car chase, Josh.

Only better.

I'll just stick to the tech.

Yeah.

This'll take months, Norah.

We just need to get enough

to get Brannigan back in here

and crack him.

And what we are looking for

is in here -- somewhere.

And what exactly

are we looking for?

Pattern maybe.

Gaps. A mistake.

All this is just surface,

squeaky clean and perfect.

We need to understand,

why would a man

with a corporate structure

this sophisticated

be stashing

or dealing uncut diamonds?

For what?

Small. Valuable.

Untraceable.

And I guess

forever.

-Here you go.

-Thanks. Thanks.

You've reached Bibi Melnick.

Please leave a message,

and I'll call you back.

Uh, f*ck.

Bibi, I need to talk to you.

I really need to see you.

But there's something

I have to take care of first.

But I'm coming.

I'm really sorry, Bibi.

f*ck!

What's he up to now?

He just pulled into the Strand Hotel.

He might be meeting with someone.

What are you up to?

f*ck.

Now he's just heading back to his car.

Okay, keep in touch.

All still quiet at the house.

Let me know if anything changes.

Copy that.

Keep your eyes peeled.

Check in every 20 minutes.

Hey.

No buns?

I thought you were on a diet.

I thought you were my friend.

Sorry. I'm on a diet.

Warrant's been granted

for the burner phone

he bought yesterday,

and Norah's going through

the reservation list

for the restaurant

at the Strand Hotel

in case he was meeting someone.

No names of interest so far.

Are you sure that's where

he was headed?

Yeah. According to

his credit card, he's a regular.

Something spooked him.

He did not want to be caught there.

I'm sure of it.

Did you see the house?

Oh, yeah.

How many people do you think

you'd have to shaft,

and how often, and how hard

to get to live in a house like that?

Regretting your career choices?

Nah.

Eyes everywhere, Sean.

I don't want someone

getting him before me.

Not again.

And make sure you tell that

to the replacement units

on their way.

It's got raisins in it.

It's part of your five-a-day.

Fionn?

Fionn?

Fionn?

Siobhan.

Fionn, you scared me.

Have you slept?

Go fight them.

In courts, if we have to.

They're not getting everything

we've worked for.

I haven't told you everything.

-I need you to do something.

-What?

I need you to get rid of something.

-What is this?

-Without asking me that.

You're the only person

I can ask, Siobhan.

I think I'm being watched.

What have you done?

I don't know exactly.

But I'm trying to fix it.

Now, listen.

If CAB take everything,

we start again.

If they find this other thing,

I go to jail

for a really long time.

I need you to destroy it.

Please, Siobhan.

And I need you

to get me out of here.

-Unseen.

-Of the house?

The country.

I need to see someone

who can help us.

I'll be straight back.

This'll all to be okay,

I promise.

Ms. Brannigan looks to be

getting ready to leave.

I have a visual on Brannigan.

Brannigan's in the rear footwell

of his wife's BMW.

Aye, aye.

Emer.

The Brannigans are moving.

And whatever they're up to,

Fionn felt the need

to hide down the back seat.

I'm on my way.

Do you see anyone?

No.

You sure?

No.

We're nearly there.

sh*t.

f*ck.

What the f*ck?

-Come on!

-Go around!

We're at the taxi rank.

This is as close as I can get.

Okay.

Don't take any chances, Siobhan.

Get the document.

If you do see someone following you,

destroy the envelope.

Then they've got nothing on you.

And they can't do anything to you.

Okay?

f*ck.

I love you.

Go, go, go.

What's your problem?

Where to, sir?

Just hang on a minute.

f*ck.

She's heading to

the Strand Hotel, Emer.

That's where he was going

yesterday, at that restaurant.

I'm not far.

He's behind you,

in a gray estate.

-Can you see him?

-No.

Look again.

sh*t.

Security desk.

How can I help you?

Just a moment, sir.

-We've got to reset the machine.

-Give it to me.

Yeah, I see him.

You don't have to do it, Siobhan.

I can do this.

There's enough time.

Siobhan.

I can do it.

All right.

Burn the document.

Sorry for the inconvenience.

Have a nice day, and welcome

to the Strand Hotel, sir.

sh*t.

They've split up.

-Siobhan's going in.

-I'm at the hotel.

You stay with Fionn

and call for backup.

I'm going in.

Keep an eye out for anyone coming or going.

They have to be meeting someone.

Aye, aye.

The restaurant's on the top floor.

f*ck.

Sorry.

We're not open yet.

Did a woman come through here?

No.

In there.

Keep her there!

Oh!

What is it, Mrs. Brannigan?

It must be something

very important.

Get security to not

let anyone leave the building.

-Yes, ma'am.

-Where'd you get it?

Who'd you meet?

He's gone, Emer.

The f*cking car is empty.

-f*ck.

-I'm sorry, Emer.

I got delayed on --

Where is your husband?

You'd be wise to tell me.

Because if you think

I'm his problem,

you're both very stupid.

Thank you for doing this.

I'm glad to help.

It's a declaration of trust.

"I, Darren Reid,

of 12 Ashbury Way, Clare,

hereby acknowledge and declare

that I hold the property

described in the schedule

and in trust

for Fionn Brannigan, the owner."

Do you even know

who you're married to?

Your husband owned an apartment

in Antwerp, Mrs. Brannigan,

where a b*mb was made

that k*lled 14 people.

You still have nothing to tell us?

Where is he?

Who took him?

Before 14 more people are k*lled.

A b*mb?

You need to tell me

what you do know.

Um, he told me to take him

to the restaurant.

There was a man there waiting

in a car to get him away.

It was pretty dark

in the car park, and fast.

Um, but it was

silver.

A silver Toyota, I think it was.

What did he look like?

About 40.

Uh, dark hair.

And a

um, wedding ring.

That's all.

Then what?

Fionn got in the back seat,

and, um,

told the guy

to give me the envelope.

Told me to get rid of it.

To go inside and --

Why not destroy it

in the car park?

CCTV.

It was the driver's idea

to go into the men's.

Um, anyone following

would look there last,

and it would buy me some time.

Nearly worked.

Did Fionn know him?

Maybe.

I don't know.

They just

They just took off.

Recess.

Is there anything to substantiate

this silver Toyota story?

Not a Toyota.

The car park CCTV

caught a silver Audi exiting,

but the footage is so grainy

I couldn't make it out.

You'd have gotten

better pictures from Mars.

I'm trying to locate

any Audis coming in,

see if we can get a better view

on who's driving.

Emer, I'm so sorry.

No.

You wouldn't have lost him today

if I hadn't lost him yesterday.

Look. Do me a favor and process

his wife. Let her go.

I can't bear to see Joe Galvin

gloating at me again.

All right.

There'll be a hearing.

Probably early,

so get some sleep.

I need to use your phone.

I need to use it.

Now.

There's one in

the glove compartment.

You have two minutes, Siobhan.

And I don't want to know about this.

Hello?

They caught me.

The guards.

And they know you bought

that apartment.

Did you know what

it was being used for?

No, Siobhan. No.

Not until yesterday.

I had no idea.

I promise.

I believe you.

That CAB woman says

you're not safe.

I'm safe.

How?

I'm handing myself in.

To the police.

What?!

If they have that document now,

there's nothing else

I can do anyway.

Just come back.

Siobhan, the -- the hard drive?

They didn't get it.

It's still up there

where you left it.

I love you, Siobhan.

Please let's dig deep tonight.

Jacob Crevitz.

Minister of Transport.

Get to know him

if you can tonight.

These people were very good

to us with your license problem.

respected institutions.

Let's secure

the next hundred years

with the very best personnel,

resources,

and equipment we can.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Everybody, drink up.

I want you all to regret tomorrow

how much you spent tonight.

-That was great.

-Thanks.

Hm.

Okay. Richard?

No, no.

Viktor!

Viktor Maes.

Sick children don't care where

the money comes from, I suppose.

I'm sorry.

I have to take this call.

I'll be back in two secs. Okay.

Hello?

Fionn.

Fionn, slow down.

Justtell me what's happened.

Where are you?

Okay.

Okay, okay, okay.

Stay there.

I'm coming.

-I have to leave.

-What?

Fionn is here.

In Antwerp.

-He didn't sound good.

-When does he ever?

I have to go.

No, Bibi, you really don't.

He's a person of interest

in a criminal investigation.

You need to protect yourself

and your reputation.

I can't just abandon

my brother, James.

Where is he?

-At the airport.

-Let's go.

We'll be there and back

in an hour.

No, no.

You're needed here.

So we'll send a car.

He wants me to come.

He really, really didn't sound good.

-I'm sorry.

-That's okay.

Let's go.

Yes.

They're your voters.

Unfortunately.

A small contingent.

But there's no policy or win

I want badly enough

-for anyone to get hurt.

-Well, thank you.

I have friends and employees

who are ethnic minorities.

I'm not r*cist.

I've learned not to take

criticism personally.

It's

just politics.

I-I admire that you had the mettle

to air your stance publicly.

How did Richard take it?

Oh. You do know

that your father-in-law

is one of my campaign's

biggest donors?

You do know that

my father-in-law

has made donations

to all the candidates?

He just wants to be sure

he's backed the winner.

But don't take it personally.

It's just politics.

Fionn?

Hi.

Hey.

Does anyone know you're here?

Just James.

I told you to not to tell anyone.

Sorry.

Come on.

What's wrong?

I, uh

I think I might have, uh,

put you in danger.

-What sort of danger?

-Real danger.

I thought I was just moving

money around, the usual,

but these people,

they, uh -- They

I'm going to sort it, okay?

Fionn, what are you talking about?

I wanted to tell you in person

because phones have ears

and I have no idea

who to trust anymore.

But I've changed my mind.

I'm gonna tell the police.

The police?

I'm dead otherwise.

Yeah, but, Fionn, the police?

-You sure?

-I'm sure.

Okay.

Okay.

You'll need a lawyer.

I'll get James to meet us

at the station.

No. No. No.

I'm not leaving here

except with the police!

I'm dead otherwise.

-Fionn

-No!

Just bring them here.

Just hurry up, Bibi.

All right.

-Hello?

-He's here, Emer.

In Antwerp.

He's handing himself in.

Fionn Brannigan's in Antwerp.

Get me a flight, Norah.

Fionn?

Fionn?

Fionn?

Fionn, it's me, James.

Something's not right.

He's not here.