03x02 - Episode 2

[bunniefuu]

Nick Heaslip?

What's this about?

I'm Detective Sergeant Claire
Wallace of the Criminal Assets Bureau.

I have a warrant under Section 6.

If I break client confidentiality,
my business is finished.

You're afraid we're going to find
the 27 million in there?

-[girl screaming]
-[Olatz, in Spanish]: Down! Down!

[two g*nshots]

[reporter, in Spanish]:
Olatz Alzola

was a highly respected
investigative journalist

and, moreover,
a beloved colleague to all of us.

[Claire]: g*n!

[g*nsh*t]

[Liam]: I didn't expect to see you
today, with all the bad press.

[Niamh]: My sister
needs her family's passports.

Do you plan on leaving the country,
Mrs Heaslip?

It's our family's holiday home
in Bilbao.

You're thinking the 27 million's
there?

[Jon, in Spanish]: Are you sure
Olatz wasn't working on a new story?

[in Spanish]:
There was something.

She said she'd fill me in
when she got back.

I will need to speak with her.

[Velasco, over phone]: When I said
to wait for me at the airport,

that wasn't a suggestion.

[Claire]: If the money is in that
house, or if Alice is meeting someone,

I don't want to risk tipping them
off.

[g*n holder]: Tell me
who you sent that envelope to!

[man]: Help!

[g*nsh*t]

-You run as fast as you can.
-Get in the car, OK?

I'll be right behind you.

Run!

Run!

Run!

Ma!

Alice! What's going on?

-[Alice]: In the house.
-He has a g*n.

[Claire]: Get down.

We need to get them out of here.

[Alice sobs]

I'm not losing sight of that house.

-Claire.
-No, if Alice was here to meet someone,

she might just be buying them time
to get out.

Update Velasco and ask for back up.

Give me the name.

[g*nsh*t]
[thud]

[police siren]

-Possible g*nsh*t.
-No one's exited the house.

We need to get in there.

You're unarmed. It's not protocol.

Wait here for backup. OK?

[Velasco, in Spanish]: Police!
Drop the g*n and come out!

[Sean]: What are you doing?

-[Claire]: She's on her own, Sean.
-Claire.

She was clear.
We need to wait for armed support.

Just be careful, OK?

[Velasco, over radio]: DS Wallace.
Please come to the basement.

From your briefing on Heaslip,
I wasn't expecting this.

Neither was I.

[♪]

[Claire]: There's a body
in the basement.

Help Velasco secure the scene.

You go ahead. I'll stay with her.

[Alice]: Tell me what you found.

Who's the man in the basement?

I don't know. I couldn't see his
face.

Not the man with the g*n.

The other man.

There were two of them?

Were you here to meet them?

I'm not here to meet anyone.

But someone else got here first.

-Why are you here?
-I need you to focus, Alice.

Tell me what happened.

I came here to get my son
away from all of this.

But it's followed us, hasn't it?

[knock]

[in Spanish]: Jon?

[Jon, in Basque]: Good evening.

[in Spanish]: Olatz' burner phone received
calls from a phone in a public library.

And she made outgoing calls
to two numbers.

One of them called here
two months ago.

Do you recognise the number?

No.

OK. Another thing.

The notebooks you gave me this
morning are full of this.

It's her personal shorthand.

Can you read it?

I wouldn't know where to start.

I told you, she didn't tell me
what she was working on.

And this?

They're copies of her older notes,

the ones I took from Olatz's desk
the day of the m*rder.

I - N - V - W.

Interview.

The Cyrillic letter "cha" for boss.

The fish is for the name "Ribar".

These are from the exposé
on the Balkan g*ng.

I don't see those symbols
in the new pages.

Because the new story
isn't related to the Balkan g*ng.

But...

-How did you decipher these notes?
-Well...

I could match them
to the story she delivered.

So you know how she worked.

Amaia, help me with this.

Talk me through the symbols you
recognise.

If I help you,
can you keep her sources safe?

I'll do what I can.

[Claire]: No sign of Heaslip's
money. No paperwork.

Nothing.

[Sean]: Maybe Velasco has
something.

[Claire]: Alice and her son?

[Velasco]: I had them
sent to the station.

Any update on the sh**ter?

No sign of anyone on the grounds
or at the neighbouring properties.

[Claire]: Forensics find anything?

They were gloved, so no
fingerprints.

Not even where they pulled
off the vent cover.

And there was no sign of forced
entry.

So whoever it was, they didn't break
in.

Alice has to know
more than she's admitting.

-Any ID?
-[Velasco]: Not on him.

But, if he has a record,
then his prints will be on file.

Alice'd need help to move 27
million in cash over the country.

If her victim was a money mule...

[Claire]: maybe the k*ller
took the cash.

[Dunlop]: Any progress
with the Lichtenstein account?

No movement.

They wouldn't even confirm
any link to the name Nick Heaslip,

or any of his companies.

Anything I can help with?

Have you any pull with the
Lichtenstein Financial Market Authority?

No.

We should put in a request to
Europol.

Maybe the banks will budge

if they feel like
they're coming onto their radar.

Anything else?

I'm still working on it,
but I think I found something new.

When Heaslip's investments failed,

he made a real push to sign new clients,
small investors, whoever he could get.

-This isn't new.
-Yes, sir, but when we last spoke,

we thought he used these funds
to try and rebuild his portfolio.

I'm guessing you thought wrong.

When I looked into it, I couldn't find
evidence he made any new investments.

However, I was able to trace some of
the money deposited with Heaslip

by this new batch of clients.

It was transferred straight
to his original high network clients,

paid out to them
as investment returns.

-A Ponzi scheme.
-Looks like.

He took advantage of a lot of
vulnerable people to keep himself afloat.

There'll be a lot less sympathy
in the press for Heaslip now.

I'll talk to the Garda Press
Office.

It'll come out sooner or later.

It would be best to get ahead of it.

Yeah.

I have seats
booked on the next flight home.

If you need to speak to me,
it can happen there.

Alice, last night someone
tried to k*ll you and your son.

You need to speak to us now.

I need to be with my son.

[Claire]: Alice.

There were two men in your home.

I believe you knew at least one of
them.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

There was no sign of a break-in.

That means one of them had a key.

Did you give it to them?

Or was it Nick?

We haven't been here in over a
year.

We couldn't have given anyone a key.

You've never given a key to anyone?

Not a neighbour? Cleaner?

No.

We have evidence that Nick
embezzled 27 million euro of client funds.



[Claire]: We haven't
been able to trace it.

So when we heard you were
coming to Bilbao, we followed.

Wait. You think it's in the house?

[Claire]: And found a dead man.

It's possible that he was k*lled

because he was involved
in Nick's operation.

My husband
didn't have any operation.

He certainly
never had 27 million euros.

He did, Alice.

And I think the man with the g*n
was looking for it.

We thought you might have it.

If he thinks the same thing,
he will come after you.

If you don't share what you know with
us, we can't do much to stop him.

God, I don't know anything.

Maybe you do,
and you just don't realise it.

Think. Did Nick say or do anything

that seems important now,
when you look back?

He was stressed.

More so recently.

But he didn't tell me why.

Could he have gotten
caught up in something?

Without meaning to?

No.

Alice, I saw how scared
Nick was just before he...

Just before he what?

You were there.

Why didn't you stop him?

[Alice sobs]

[phone rings]

-[Claire]: Norah?
-I have a few things for you.

What do you need?

Alice said
they haven't been here in a year.

But I'm wondering if her husband
was making trips she wasn't aware of.

Also, we've a theory that our John
Doe was transporting money for Heaslip.

See if you can find any links

to bank accounts in the Basque
territory or Spain that could confirm that.

And last thing.

Alice is heading back to Dublin.

Tell Liam I want her watched.

We need to know where she goes,
who she talks with,

and if anyone else is watching her.

-Okay.
-Thanks.

[phone rings]

Beitia.

[in Spanish]: Yes.

And is it the number
that called the office?

Okay. Yeah, wait a second.

Let me see.

No, no. Wait, wait.

OK, go.

Adama.

Sierra. Echo. India.
Delta. Uniform.

Seidu? OK.

OK, thanks. Bye.

Interview. That's it.
Adama Seidu interview.

[Velasco]: They think he was held
in a stress position for some time.

[Sean]: Could be punishment.

Or the k*ller needed some
information.

Do you think he got what he
wanted?

Not if Alice interrupted them.

Either way, we need
to figure out who this is.

[Velasco]: Nothing from
fingerprints, DNA, missing persons.

He's in his early 20s, in good
health, no signs of drug use.

Oh, we did find something.

We found that in his pocket.

It's Invisalign.

-[Sean]: Braces for adults.
-Pricey, but you get a perfect smile.

[Claire]: So, not what you'd
usually see

in someone desperate enough
to carry large sums of cash

across international borders.

Any indication of what this is?

[Velasco]: Yes, we found that
crumpled up in the victim's pocket.

It's not legible, but forensics
is working on a reconstruction.

[GPS guidance]: Route
to university student residencies.

[camera shutter]

[camera shutter]

[camera shutters]

[camera shutter]

[phone notification]

[Norah]: I'm working my way
through Heaslip's accounts.

Started on the financials.
Nothing jumping out yet.

No social media report?

I'm waiting to hear back on that
one.

[phone vibration]

Boylan?

Sir, the g*n Heaslip used
has just been IDed

as belonging to a Simon Kearns.

And I just followed him and Alice Heaslip
from the airport to her sister's house.

Is he still there?

[Liam]: No, sir,
when I got the ID he'd already left.

I thought it best to inform you
ASAP.

-[Dunlop]: You did right.
-What's your next move?

[Liam]: We bring him in.

But we approach him carefully.
He's got more g*ns registered.

Not just pistols;
shotguns and r*fles, too.

The last thing we want
is another shootout.

Do we know anything about Kearns?

Anything come up
in the initial investigation?

I don't recognise the name.

Liam? Bring Kearns in ASAP.

Cross every "t", dot every "I".

After the Heaslip incident,

GSOC and the press will be all over
us if we make one wrong move.

Absolutely, sir.

See what you can find out
about this Kearns.

I'm on it.

[Sean]: Losing two homes
in as many days.

It'll be hard on the kid.

Yeah.

I grew up near this park.

Loved it. Great trees.

Class playground.

It had one of those huge slides
you can't have today.

In case it might send the kids
into the stratosphere.

-[Claire]: Best kind.
-[Sean]: Yeah.

When I was 13, some of the bigger
lads kicked the sh*t out of me there.

Right beside the slide.

Still can't go back to that park.

I'm sorry.

I know I don't understand how you
feel about what happened with Heaslip.

But if you want to tell me.

It's OK not to be OK.

Well, it's OK to be OK.

[Sean]: I just meant...

That piece of paper?

It's a receipt for a hostel.

Let's go.

[Liam]: How do you know this
woman?

She was my friend's wife.

You're referring to Nick Heaslip?

[Simon]: Yeah.

[Liam]: How do you know Mr
Heaslip?

-We went to school together.
-Look, why'd you bring me here?

What was so urgent you needed
to speak with Mr Heaslip's widow

as soon as she returned from Bilbao?

Her husband just died.

She didn't feel up to getting a taxi,

so I collected her and Ollie
from the airport.

It's what friends do.

Now, what the bloody hell is this
about?

This is about your involvement
in Nick Heaslip's crimes.

My involvement?

Is that why you really met with
Alice?

I didn't...

Look, I wasn't involved in anything.

I never even invested with Nick.

I'm an architect, OK?
Not some kind of gangster.

An architect with an arsenal.

They're for sport sh**ting,
for Christ's sake.

-So, you didn't know anything.
-You're not involved.

[Simon]: That's what
I'm trying to tell you.

Then why did Nick k*ll himself
with your g*n?

No.

No way.

No, it couldn't be one of mine.

-No, just take me home, I can show...
-Take a seat, Mr Kearns.

We already sent someone to your home
to check exactly that.

It couldn't be, my g*ns are all...

secured.

And safe.

I've got kids, for God's sake.
I'd never risk...

No.

[Liam]: You've three pistols
registered in your name, Mr Kearns.

The one that's missing from the
safe...

is the one that k*lled your friend.

[Simon]: No.

No.

[Niamh]: Why did you
want to meet here?

-Alice? Hey.
-[Alice gasps] Niamh.

-You okay?
-I had to see you.

You sounded so panicked
when you called.

Why are you back?

In Bilbao...

at the house...

a man tried to k*ll us.

And CAB found a body
in the basement.

What?

Jesus, Alice.

{\an8}CAB thinks
it has something to do with Nick.

{\an8}They say he stole 27 million euros.

We never had 27 million euros!

That Wallace woman made it seem...

She kept at me with questions.

Implying that I was a part of
something.

[Niamh]: If she's wrong about you,
maybe she's wrong about everything.

Look. I'm going to go back to the
office, get my stuff.

I'll take you home,
and we can talk this through.

-Okay?
-It's just...

What if there was something?

Something I should have noticed?
Something I missed?

You'll go out of your mind
thinking like that.

Right now,
you have to think of you and Ollie.

Ollie's all I think about.

And he doesn't know why he
can't see Nick to say goodbye,

and... and I don't know
how to explain it to him

without making him wonder
what it is I don't want him to see.

I told him we're burying his dad
down the country

so that Nick
can be beside his grandparents,

but really it's because I'm worried
about photographers at the church

or, God forbid, at the grave site.

Every other word I say to him is a
lie.

{\an8}It's for his own good.

{\an8}You're trying to protect him.

{\an8}Which is what a mum is supposed to
do.

{\an8}Then I'm a pretty sh*t mum. [sobs]

[Liam]: Simon.

Can you think of how Nick got his
hands on the code to the safe?

[Simon]: It's my wife's birthday.

Probably the first idea he tried.

[Liam]: Do you know
when he took the g*n?

I haven't used that one for months.

Sorry. God.

God, if only I'd...

God, if I'd just...

-No, that's, that's...
-that's helpful, Simon.

Simon.

I need to ask you more about Nick.

Yeah.

Sorry. Yeah.

When did you last see Nick?

-[glass thunks]
-[Simon exhales sharply.]

Sorry, yeah.

At tennis.

We play... we used to play twice a
week.

[Liam]: Did you notice
anything unusual?

Did he seem anxious or worried?

No, it would have been unusual
if he wasn't worried.

He'd been stressed for months.

Money worries.

Makes sense, now.

Alice told us the change in his
mood was more recent.

Well, if she knew at all,
then it got very bad.

Nick did...

He hid things.

You don't think
he would have confided in her?

[Simon]: No.

He'd never tell her.

Especially if it was something dodgy.

He didn't like to worry her.

What is it, Simon?

Last month...

Nick showed up one evening with a...

bottle of whiskey.

And just...

Drank.

Was that out of character for
Nick?

[Simon]: He liked to drink,
sure, but...

Not a bottle.

Passed out on the sofa in my study.

Where the safe is.

Must have been when he...

when he took the g*n.

Did he say what had him so upset?

[Simon]: Just that...

an important meeting hadn't gone
well.

Do you know who he met with?

No.

He wouldn't talk about it.

I need to know exactly when this
was.

My wife...

was out with the kids.

I texted her a heads up
that Nick was over and...

in a bad state.

Thursday.

At eight.
Three weeks ago.

[Liam]: But Heaslip's diary
says the meeting was at six.

Is there a name in the visitor's
log?

And nothing in the emails either?

Right.

Security cameras?

Thanks.

Where are you
on Kearns' connections to Heaslip?

Hi, Liam, how are you?

I'm well, thanks.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Small transfers every now and then,

what you'd expect from friends paying
each other back from dinner and...

OK, so no unexplained sources of
funds,

no trouble with Revenue for himself
or his architecture practice?

No, no signs of money
he shouldn't have.

And the g*n club story seems legit.

There's a long-standing direct debit
for the fees.

OK.

So, nothing to contradict what he
told me.

No.

Good work.

I'll be checking into the other lead
you gave if you need me.

Found him.

Adama Seidu.

PhD student at the University of the
Basque Country.

What can you tell us about him?

Not much.

He was staying for a few weeks,
but he kept to himself.

Quiet.

Polite.

Well, except for the last time I saw
him.

[Velasco]: How so?

Well, he was in a hurry
and he wanted stamps

and I wasn't moving fast enough for
him.

Did you see what he was posting?

Was it a package?

No, more like a fat letter.

Bit risky, sending cash in the
post.

Maybe that's what got him in
trouble.

He's in trouble?

Maybe. Why?

Well, he was asking for
directions to the police station.

He's booked in for another week,

but when he didn't come back for his
things, should I have called someone?

What things?

Well, he took his camera and a backpack
but his luggage is still in his room.

We're going to need to see that
room.

Room six.

Thank you.

[phone ringing]

Claire.

[Claire]: We just identified the
body from the Bennett holiday home.

A Belgian national.
His name is Adama Seidu.

[Liam]: Maybe now we have a name
I'll find something else we missed.

[Claire]: What do you mean?

I've just identified the g*n
owner.

A friend of Heaslip that wasn't
flagged in the initial investigation.

This friend, did he have
any financial connections to Heaslip?

-No, but still, we should have...
-Had he been convicted of a crime?

Does he have any criminal associates?

No.

And the g*n?

He's a g*n club member.
Sport sh**ting, that kind of thing.

So he's a friend of Nick Heaslip's
with no financial connections.

Who owns g*ns, I presume legally?

And you think
that should have made us flag him?

Liam, if you notice
something I'm overlooking,

or you think we should prioritise a
lead, I want you to speak up.

In the moment.

But if you're just trying
to get a dig in after the fact,

I'd prefer you keep it to yourself.

Is that clear?

Yeah, that's clear.

Tell me what you find on Seidu.

[Sean]: There's nothing in there.

Someone got here before us?

How far is it to the university?

About an hour.

[Claire]: OK, let's go.

[Norah sighs]

[blip]

Claire... nothing suspicious
in Adama Seidu's travel or finances.

No trips to Ireland.
No links to Heaslip.

Whatever connects them,
I haven't found it yet.

[message sending tone]

Why would he pay for a hostel
instead of commuting from here?

[Sean]: If he felt he was in
danger,

maybe he wanted
to keep some separation

between what he was doing
and where he lived.

[Claire]: His door is open.

[in Spanish]: Police. Drop the
g*n, now!

[in Spanish]: Oficial Beitia?

Agent?

Oficial Lore Velasco.

Strange to be
on the other end of a g*n, eh?

[in English]: It's OK, he's
police.

Oficial Jon Beitia.

[in English]: And your
colleagues,

Oficial Velasco?

-Detective Sergeant Claire Wallace.
-Detective Sergeant Sean Prendergast.

Oficial Beitia is investigating
the m*rder of Olatz Alzola.

She was one of our best reporters.

She was m*rder*d together with her
family.

Only her daughter survived.

But why do you have an interest
in Adama Seidu?

We could ask you the same thing.

We're with
the Irish Criminal Assets Bureau.

We found Adama's body
in the course of an investigation.

When was this?

[Velasco]: Last night.

We just got the ID.

Adama and Olatz were in contact
shortly before she died.

But I don't know why.

And someone got here before me.

Emptied the place.

And the PC... well.

He was thorough.

Smashed what he could
and threw water on the computer.

Any sign of a forced entry?

Not that I can see.

Our forensics team is on the way.
They might find something.

You don't think so?

This case...

Nothing in it's come easy.

How did your case lead you to
discover a dead body here,

in Bilbao?

We're investigating
an Irish businessman.

Nick Heaslip.

We needed to search a property
he had access to here.

Search for what?

Money.

Heaslip ripped off
a lot of wealthy clients.

That could be something Olatz
was interested in.

But how does Seidu fit in?

That, we don't know.

We do know he was trying to contact
the police before he was k*lled.

Adama Seidu was my only lead.

Now I have nothing.

I think we could get further and
faster if we work together.

With respect,
I don't think that's a good idea.

Why?

[Sean]: You can't think
it's a coincidence that...

Alzola and Seidu were both k*lled
after being in contact?

No, but the Alzola case is high
profile,

and his priority now
will be finding their K*llers

and not trying to find the connection
between Seidu and Heaslip.

-Or trying to find your money.
-[Jon]: Lore. That's out of line.

We just handed you another body.

-[Jon, in Spanish]: Okay, okay.
-[in English]: You are not wrong.

But I have hit a wall.

And there's a little girl in the
hospital.

And she's all that is left of that
family.

I really need to find
whoever did that to her.

Okay?

He's right.

Neither of us wants to waste time
redoing the other's work.

We both have parts of the puzzle.

If we work together we've a better
chance of filling in the gaps.

[Sean]: Our IT expert should take
a look at Seidu's computer ASAP.

[Jon]: Do your experts
speak Spanish?

In that case they will have to wait
until my experts finish.

But you just said
that we could work together.

[Jon]: Yeah, I said we work
together.

But this is still my jurisdiction.

And, as Claire said,

we don't want to waste time.

Our forensic accountant

is looking into financial links
between Seidu and Heaslip.

We should give her a heads up
to add Olatz Alzola as well.

Norah?

The raid
on Nick Heaslip's Irish residence

looked like it would be
a routine operation.

Based on information received,

we obtained warrants
for both his home and his office.

[Jon]: Then, the first thing
I noticed are these marks.

-I'm thinking they must be SUV.
-[phone alarm]

-And also...
-I'm sorry, I need to make a call.

She's calling her daughter.

Same time every day.

Just calling to say goodnight to
Alana.

[Aidan]: She's at my mum's
tonight.

Anyway, you're an hour early.

Oh, of course.

And you have that meeting. Sorry.

I'm up to my eyes here.

It slipped my mind.

Um, I'll call her there.

What's wrong, Claire? Is it GSOC?

No, it's nothing to do with them.

I'm sorry, I'm going to have to stay
in Bilbao for a little while.

-What's a while?
-I don't know.

But as soon as I find out,
I'll let you know.

-Dunlop can't do this.
-He's taking advantage.

-It wasn't Dunlop.
-It was my decision.

Your decision?

Please don't start, Aiden.

It's important.

Of course it is.

It always is.

I'll call tomorrow, explain it to
Alana.

I love you.

I love you, too.

[Norah]: Look at this.

I couldn't see it right away
because I wasn't looking for it.

But once I had an idea,

all it took was a data analysis
of Heaslip's client records.

Can you go back a step, Norah?

Right, sorry. On my third coffee.

We thought Heaslip
set up a classic Ponzi scheme.

Early client gets fabulous profits,
and keeps getting them.

Yes, of course. They give more
money, they sign up their friends...

And you keep it going
for as long as you can

while you skim off the top,

using the money to fund a lifestyle
you couldn't otherwise afford.

Heaslip stopped paying out
to his clients.

Exactly.

He did it for a few weeks,
then he just stopped.

Even though the money
coming from the new investors

was enough to keep faking good returns.
Yeah, you're right, it doesn't track.

And there's no sign he used it
to fund a lavish lifestyle.

It's the opposite.

He laid off staff.

Cashed in his pension.

Cancelled the golf club membership.

So, where's all the money gone?

Same place as the 27 million.

Those small transactions
to the Lichtenstein account.

They match
whatever he could get his hands on

in the days before each transfer.

Client money, personal money,
everything he got, he sent it there.

And he never pulled
from the Lichtenstein account,

even when he was short on the
mortgage.

He waited for client money to come
in.

All right,
so we know where the money went.

Question is, why?

I mean, maybe
he suspected CAB was onto him,

wanted to move what he could
out of the country and run.

That's what I thought.

Then the bank in Lichtenstein
finally deigned to call me back.

-They're playing ball?
-No.

Despite the criminal case,
they can't tell us anything.

Because Heaslip hasn't been the
beneficiary of the account for months.

They can't tell us who is, of course.

Of course.

So, he's been transferring every
cent he could beg, borrow, or steal

to a bank account
he no longer has access to.

Exactly.

Heaslip didn't take the money
for himself, it was for someone else.

Someone he needed to pay.

And when he couldn't,
he was so scared he shot himself.

Question is, who?

Who was he so afraid of?

I might have a lead on that.

After meeting with this man,
Heaslip went to Kearns' house,

drank half a bottle of whiskey
and stole a g*n.

I don't think
it was a friendly meeting.

I don't recognise him.

We need to find someone who does.

Olatz Alzola's last big story was
on a Balkan organized crime g*ng.

So, if Nick Heaslip was laundering
money for them, then...

[Sean]: And if he thought the CAB
raid might expose him,

that could explain his
level of fear.

Except Olatz was working on a new
story nothing to do with the Balkan g*ng.

-Adama Seidu is the link.
-We just have to figure out how.

Why would an investigative
reporter call a PhD student?

No, no, no, no,
I think you've misunderstood.

It was Adama who reached
out to Olatz.

He called her office first.

It was a short incoming call after
that,

where the communication
was through her burner.

OK.

Why would a PhD candidate
call an investigative reporter?

[Velasco]: Seidu's home was
ransacked.

Paperwork gone, computer destroyed.

Just like Alzola's home.

It has to be something
in Seidu's research.

Something he found
that made him contact Olatz.

[Sean]: Whatever it is,

someone's gone out of their way
to make sure no one else sees it.

This university web page is giving
his supervisor as Dr Itziar Romero.

She'd know the details of his work.

[Claire]: We need to figure out what
Seidu learned. What got them both k*lled.

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