01x04 - Episode 4

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Your warrant.

All this is just surface

squeaky clean and perfect.

And what we're looking for

is in here somewhere.

We found these in a hidden safe

in his workplace.

This Hadi Mansour

is not giving up anything.

So right now, Fionn Brannigan is

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

I don't have you down

as a class of t*rror1st, Fionn.

I think you lay down with dogs

and got up

with more than you could handle.

If they find this other thing,

I go to jail

for a really long time.

I need you to destroy it.

They caught me --

the guards.

It's a declaration of trust.

I need you to get me

out of here -- unseen.

-Siobhan, the -- the hard drive.

-They didn't get it.

They've done it, James.

They've suspended my license.

Hey, they're just following protocol.

I have an ear I can bend.

I think I might have, uh,

put you in danger.

-What sort of danger?

-He's here, Emer.

-He's handing himself in.

-Something's not right.

He's not here.

-He was going to take a deal.

-That's what his sister says.

You can ask for yourself.

She's still here.

-What do you think he has?

-We think he's laundering

and crossed paths somehow

with the bombers.

We think he wants to give us

that connection.

Does it look like someone

got to him

or he changed his mind and ran?

No sign of foul play.

None entered the airport

who wasn't already

on a passenger or staff list.

Most likely

he went over the fence.

We're looking at that.

Can I take your bag?

What about outbound flights?

Well, uh, two in the time frame.

One to Charleroi.

We had it searched on landing.

Nothing.

And the other is a private plane

to Tangiers.

Where he can get

beyond extradition.

Yeah. Yeah.

This is where he was last seen.

His sister left him there to

get her husband and the police.

Any crew here that worked

for any of his companies

could have helped him get out.

Vince is on that and the

contact list his sister gave us.

Follow me.

What about the pilot

that brought him here?

Admitted to smuggling him

on a cargo plane.

Says he was threatened

with his job if he didn't.

He'll be losing

a lot more than that now.

We think he got help

getting to the airport.

We're tracing that car.

This is what I want to show you.

The fence wire is pushed down.

Hard to tell if it's even recent

and nowhere to lift a print.

But he definitely

could have gone over it.

When you come out of the hangar,

it's the first place

you'd try to hop.

Good blind spot.

Yeah, and the camera's

facing outwards.

Yeah. Set up to get people

breaking in, not out.

Also in his favor.

He could be out there now,

running.

We have search parties

and road checks for miles.

Nothing yet.

This is Detective Sergeant Emer Berry

from Ireland's Criminal Assets Bureau.

Why are CAB here?

We're looking for my brother.

Yeah.

Well, CAB got the information

that can help us do that.

Why did he come here, to you,

Mrs. Melnick?

He wasn't making much sense.

He

He said he was in danger

and it would be safer for him

to talk to the police

and leave me out of it.

He was coked to the gills.

I thought it was

mostly paranoia.

Did he give you any indication

what he wanted to tell us?

No.

I have no idea.

I'd like to ask you again.

Are you sure your brother

didn't know Sana Retz?

He may have met her.

I don't remember.

The last time Fionn was here

was when?

Two months.

Sana was in my employment then,

but I-I don't remember

them meeting.

He came to my office for lunch.

Maybe then, but

Why?

He owns the apartment

where she was m*rder*d.

What?

Wait.

Fionn owned the apartment?

I thought it was this dealer.

Darren Reid fronted

the purchase for your brother.

Wait.

That's

That's where the b*mb was

Fionn -- He wouldn't have

any involvement in that.

No.

How often does he come

to Antwerp?

A couple of times a year.

That's how often we see him.

It's not the same as how often

he's here, I suppose.

You didn't know he'd acquired

a property here?

No.

He'd know I wouldn't be pleased.

Look, it doesn't surprise me

that Fionn is on CAB's radar,

but this

this sounds like

what he was running from.

He was really scared.

Please just find him.

Well, that's

what we're trying to do.

Thank you.

Do you think she's telling us everything?

Her employee at the apartment,

her brother owns it.

She's been fully cooperating.

Background checks

threw nothing up.

There is, however,

a line of inquiry into him.

James Melnick's law firm

represented a company

accused of shipping

ill*gal chemicals to Syria.

Isopropanol, used in the

production of sarin nerve gas.

And the company had

no export license.

He lost the case

and appears to have had no

contact with the company since.

That was seven

or eight years ago.

Yeah?

Okay.

The plane to Tangiers

just landed.

Four passengers, one pilot,

one crew.

They're all females.

I want a f*cking cigarette.

You smoke?

Well, I'm trying to quit.

Got a patch.

Yeah.

You're very calm.

I cheat.

I've got one over here as well.

Do you have a spare?

Sure do.

Thank you.

I've got gum too.

So maybe Fionn Brannigan

changed his mind.

-I wonder why.

-I just don't want to hear

that more people have been

blown up before we find him.

Yeah.

Been looking at that apartment

on the news all week.

It's owned by your brother.

I mean, how -- how does he

get himself mixed up

with people who blow people up?

You know what I don't get?

How does Sana fit into all this?

Huh?

Pretty girl catches his eye,

drugs --

He might be dead.

No.

No. He scrapes his way

out of everything.

I'm sure he knows

plenty of shady people

who could help him run.

Plus he knows the airport.

If he was okay, he'd have called

me or Siobhan by now.

It's only been a few hours.

I should have made him

come with me.

The state he was in.

No.

Hey.

Hey.

He'll be back.

He'll be back to give us

plenty more sleepless nights.

I'd take them.

What the f*ck?

Hey!

-Yes?

-I have an appointment.

-I phoned earlier.

-Yes. Please come in.

Thank you.

The Irish police again.

What? You fell out

with your Belgian partner?

How would I verify if these

come from the same source?

Read the accompanying paperwork.

They're from the same mine.

You can tell just like that?

Mm.

Blue.

Both exposed to boron

during formation.

Rare.

Expensive.

And they have

the same-shaped atoms --

expressed in their

outward shape.

Round now because the edges

are worn, but look.

Twelve faces.

Mm.

Everything comes to the surface

eventually.

To answer your question,

it is highly unlikely

that two people in Ireland have

these stones by coincidence.

Hang on.

I didn't say --

You're not the first cop

to ever come in here

to ask me

about ill*gal diamonds.

It happens all the time.

Have you seen this man?

His name is Fionn Brannigan.

You, I remembered straight off.

Him, I never saw.

Looking is what I do.

But I tell you, these are

no good to him like this.

They have to be cut and polished.

And they can't

without a Kimberley.

He needs someone disreputable

to do that and certify them,

and your friend has beautiful

laundered diamonds.

Someone like that

is who I'd be looking for.

Where?

Anywhere in the world

with an exploited workforce

or a system open to bribes --

China, Russia, India, Africa.

So anywhere?

Mm.

Have you got anything on the Audi?

CCTV footage

was a complete washout.

No matches in either the

guest list or the staff list.

Nothing.

And, Emer, you can see the car

pull out onto the road,

then it literally disappears.

Nothing on the next camera

in either direction.

We're probably chasing

our tails here, but keep at it.

Will do.

Put Norah on.

She's not here yet.

Okay.

I'll talk to you later.

Double-shot espresso.

Thought you might need it.

How are the boys?

Huge.

I have to scold upwards.

Brian?

The way your team has been

in the headlines lately,

you didn't bring me here

to ask about my family.

I need to know everything

Revenue has on Brannigan.

Mm. You know what we know.

You've seen what's in the files.

Yeah, but what I really want

is what isn'tin the files,

-what's in your head.

-What makes you think --

You wouldn't stop digging

on a scumbag that big.

He isscum.

Maybe posh scum with a tan

on a yacht,

but every penny is diddled

from the Irish taxpayer.

So real scum.

What can you tell me?

Without clearance?

You think I don't know

why I'm here, Norah?

Sorry.

Sorry, but I really want to get

the little f*ck.

The rules are the reason

we didn't get the little f*ck.

We're too bloody slow.

We had over a decade

to recover what him and

his father hid from the state.

Revenue doesn't want

the real figure out there,

but the Brannigans

must have hidden 600 million.

Say 5% compound on that.

Makes 400 million, tax free.

sh*t.

It's an obscene amount of money.

I've hardly had the time.

I just can't break through

his books.

I really need a steer.

Okay.

Surat.

What?

Fionn Brannigan tried to put

three properties

beyond our reach at the time

his father topped himself.

We got two of them.

You wouldn't believe

what we had to go through

in Moscow and in India --

not just twists and turns,

but real threats

from Brannigan's

newfound friends and partners.

But there was something in

Surat, too, that we didn't get.

He was traveling in and out

of there the whole time.

We don't know why.

You think that asset

is still there?

Something is.

Surat.

That's where I'd be looking.

-Any word?

-No.

You look exhausted, Bibi.

You really need to be here?

If I'm at work,

I don't have to think.

What are you doing here?

I was on my way

to meet a client.

Thought I would drop in.

You're not just doing admin,

are you?

I saw your vans heading down

to the docks as I drove in.

I was going to tell you

last night, but

Richard got the suspension

lifted.

What?

You know him.

He always has to fix things.

He has to know

that they're broken first.

It's just until the hearing.

Wait.

You went behind my back?

This is my area of the law,

and you would rather take

his advice?

If I have to close

until the hearing,

-I could lose half my business.

-If you bend the rules, Bibi,

you could lose

allyour business,

which is why I counseled you

as I did.

You hired an ill*gal, okay?

That isn't nothing.

These people could bring

their full weight down on you

if they want to.

I know them,

and they're not gonna like

you pulling their strings.

This could really backfire.

James. James!

What should I do?

Ask my father.

Detective Sergeant Berry,

please come take a look at this.

This, uh, this dark gray Volvo.

This is the road

behind the airport,

the hangar

where Fionn Brannigan was.

Nothing unusual.

Only the same car passes

the exact same spot

nine minutes later

but in the opposite direction.

But this is a no-through road,

so there's nowhere to go

or come back from in that time.

So it stopped and had business.

Yes.

Nine minutes.

That's enough time

for him to jump the fence

and that car to drive him away.

We picked it back up

on the airport road,

and we have

much better cameras there.

We have the license plate

and we have the address.

Okay.

Let's go.

Oh.

Chef.

Forensics are here.

Dr. Marianne Baert,

head of forensics.

This is Detective Sergeant

Emer Berry.

Hi. From Ireland.

I've heard about you. Welcome.

Uh, Christian, we have managed

to extract a sample of DNA

from the expl*sive device,

and Interpol have a match.

-The b*mber?

-Yes.

But it doesn't make sense.

The match says he's Colombian.

-He's what?

-The DNA from an expl*si*n

is notoriously difficult

to extract.

Any sample potentially contains

DNA from 15 different people.

But yeah,

we rechecked every step.

-Colombian, you say?

-Mm-hmm.

Makes no sense at all.

It makes sense

for him blessing himself.

Narcotic-funded terrorism.

And the cartels aren't

exactly unknown here.

And drugs would link in with

Darren Reid and Fionn Brannigan.

Hold on.

I thought we were investigating

an Islamic t*rror1st attack.

We're investigating

a t*rror1st attack.

Interpol have requested

the release of his particulars,

so the Colombian ambassador

will be expecting you.

-Mm.

-Okay. Let's go.

So you've ruled out !sis, then?

Yeah.

Well, it doesn't smell right.

They haven't claimed it.

We have no intel.

This cell just appeared

out of nowhere.

So either these guys

are dangerously good

or the men we hauled in

have absolutely nothing

to do with it.

I'm keeping my options open.

-Chief Inspector de Jong?

-Yeah. Detective Sergeant Berry.

Welcome.

My office has sent through

everything you asked for.

Let me know if you need anything

else -- maybe something to eat.

Okay. Bye.

Luis Eduardo Spinola.

Born in Bogotá, 1978.

Parole denied.

Two counts of burglary, as*ault,

four counts of armed robbery.

No drug-related offenses

and no known drug affiliations.

This guy doesn't seem to have

any connections to drugs at all.

Doesn't look right.

Because it's not.

It's not him.

"Se ahuerca."

Hung himself.

Spinola can't be

the Antwerp b*mber.

He died in La Modelo prison

four weeks ago.

This f*cking case.

What are we even doing here?

There must be a mix-up.

Live in Antwerp this evening --

We spoke to members

of the public voicing fears

that despite police questioning

of four suspects

detained yesterday

in the 2060 district,

no charges have yet

been brought.

Chief Inspector

Christian de Jong

of the counterterrorism unit

has declined to comment.

And the predominant fear

is that whoever is mounting

this campaign is --

Give me a minute.

I need a cigarette.

Don't do it.

Same registration.

They cloned the f*cking plates.

f*ck.

Not a single hit.

No leads to a hotel

or a business park,

any commercial property.

Nothing.

No mention of Surat in any

of his correspondence either.

No one is taking our jobs.

That's what he wants you

to believe.

Viktor Maes,

a right-wing politician,

cynical, profiteering lowlife

using the bombings to stir up

racial hatred for votes.

But they aretaking our jobs.

My wife, she's been looking

for a job for eight months now.

Eight months, yeah?

Well, she's not gonna be

too happy when you lose yours.

Dark gray Volvo, right reg,

sitting all night

in a disused car park.

He took seven flights

to Surat that year

and no attempts to hide them.

But I can't find any,

no evidence,

of what he was doing there.

No sign of any

high-yielding properties.

-No leads to --

-Hold on.

Seven trips to Surat, in India?

They cut diamonds big-time

there.

If those raw diamonds

were ill*gal --

"If"? We found some

in the bottom of a monkey cage.

Norah, this sounds

completely dodgy.

He was laundering.

We're looking for a place

that cuts diamonds.

I'm on it.

Do you know how many of those

there are in Surat?

Most diamonds go through there.

Hey, Marianne.

Hi.

Soall this.

And whoever we're looking for

was probably wearing gloves.

Jesus.

It's like someone tipped a bin

into it.

That one over there.

-Are you kidding me?

-No. It's DNA soup in here.

I mean, we have four different

colors of hair already.

And that's just human hair.

And tissues, plastic cutlery,

straws.

So no matches any time soon?

No.

Any sign of blood?

Minimal.

Consistent with minor cuts

and scrapes.

And judging by the grade, yeah,

it's mostly old.

Any signs of a struggle?

None.

Good.

And if he were dead,

why take him?

All the roadblocks last night,

these guys would have

had to switch cars.

Let's see if any cars

were stolen from here.

Or they were met here.

I'll spare you the agony,

Christian.

The wires are all cut.

Every one.

Sure.

Of course they are.

-Dead end?

-Yeah.

Well, I'm giving Emer

a f*cking tour of them.

I'll expedite what I can here.

Are you still double-checking

the DNA of the b*mber?

Uh-huh.

Well, that wasn't our guy.

He died in a Colombian prison

just under a month ago.

Okay.

Uh, yes.

So we'll keep checking.

But this is very strange.

Come on.

Thank you, Marianne.

This is a needle

in a haystack.

There are hundreds of diamond-

polishing houses in Surat.

I still can't join the dots.

Well, Revenue, they couldn't

find a connection in 10 years.

Do you really think we can now?

Not if we keep looking for it

the same way they did.

We need to find a different way.

Antwerp.

The Revenue never had reason

to look there.

It's only popped up recently.

And it's an obvious place for

him to be getting raw diamonds

or moving them through to Surat.

Antwerp.

Okay. Let's start again.

Okay. Cool.

Yep, Sean. What is it?

We found the Audi

we thought Fionn Brannigan

maybe escaped in.

This sounds like bad news.

We didn't get it

on any street CCTV

because it drove

straight under the ground again,

into the shopping center

next door.

It belongs to two teachers

from Galway

who were having an affair.

Go, Galway.

So Siobhan was definitely lying.

If he didn't exit the car park,

Sean,

the chances are he didn't enter.

The logical conclusion here

is that he was never

in the Strand restaurant at all,

that you lost him en route.

So Siobhan Brannigan

didn't go there

for someone to rescue

her husband.

He was already gone.

She knew the document was there

and went to get it.

Fionn was a regular,

and he could have hidden

sh*t.

That's why she was in the

Get a search warrant, Sean.

Search the men's toilets.

See if there's anything else

there.

Yes, boss.

Where are you headed?

I've gone through every hospital

admission in the country,

but no luck,

so maybe I'm scraping

the bottom of the barrel,

but I'm heading south.

South?

Local P.D. called it in.

A guy out walking his dog

found a body.

Bit of a mess.

No ID.

And you think this might be

Fionn Brannigan because?

Same height.

Ish.

Found close to Charleroi,

Caucasian, brown hair,

platinum wedding band,

Louis Copeland suit.

sh*t.

It's him.

-What?

-Louis Copeland.

It's the suit of choice for the

wealthy businessman in Ireland.

It's him.

Okay.

Tell them we're coming, Vince.

-I'm coming with you.

-No, you're not.

Okay.

How did you end up here?

So, do you think it's him?

It's him.

And here.

It's radiating everywhere.

That blood here

and over there --

You'd expect that would be

in a straightforward trajectory,

but

Oh, God.

f*ck.

The plane that left

for Charleroi last night

would have passed

right over here.

We're about seven kilometers

from the airport,

just about where

the landing gear comes down.

Maybe he was trying to escape.

Or maybe there's a b*llet

in the back of his head.

Sorry. Could you just turn him

over so slightly?

Hard to tell

if that's a b*llet wound or not.

We'll have to wait

for the forensics report.

Damn.

A guy like that, Emer,

was always going to meet

a bad ending.

I wanted answers from him.

Uh, I'm gonna have to

call Siobhan and

I called. I called her.

What did she say?

Thank you for telling her.

I mean, what can you say?

I still need to call her.

What should I say?

I don't know.

Just listen, I guess.

Here.

Dropped from a plane.

Do you think he was alive?

-No.

-No, no.

Who would do something

like that?

Here.

It'll help.

No.

I've sent my plane for her.

-For Siobhan?

-Mm-hmm.

She's coming tonight?

I thought I could do something

that would help.

Um, the police need somebody

to formally ID the body.

I said I would go.

We're not gonna be able to

make arrangements yet, are we?

Not yet, no.

It's probably gonna be a couple

of weeks before they release

before they

Look.

I know somebody I could call --

No.

We've got it.

Thank you.

Oh, my God.

The children.

How do you tell your children

something like that?

What if they ever see

photographs?

I didn't even return his calls

yesterday.

Bibi.

You've always been there

for him.

Always.

You did everything you could.

Yeah.

It's me.

He couldn't have asked

for a better sister than you.

Yep.

Hey, Sean.

You've got your warrant.

Someone's running it

up to you now.

Thank you.

Search warrant's just been

issued for the River restaurant.

Brilliant.

Hey.

Red.

-What have you got, Norah?

-Look.

I'm looking.

What am I seeing?

Senne van Eyck?

All these companies used him.

And here.

And here too.

This guy is everywhere.

Aircraft insurance.

An insurance underwriter?

I was expecting a fixer

or a dodgy lawyer.

It's like he's hiding

in plain sight.

That's what makes him valuable

to us.

Because Fionn overlooked him,

he overused him.

Norah.

He was an underwriter

on the hotel in Moscow, too --

the one Revenue recovered.

And the business park

in Bulgaria.

This means there's a good chance

that Fionn Brannigan might have

used him in Surat as well.

If we get to this

Senne van Eyck's files,

find a company in Surat

he might have done business

with, we might get to Fionn,

'cause the insurance will

have required full disclosure.

Uh, Christian?

You were right.

Your victim was on that plane.

Blood found in the left

wheel well is a match.

Here.

g*nsh*t to the head.

Okay.

Why, though?

Why not just leave him there

in the hangar?

So we would waste all this time

looking for him and not them.

Not a b*mber.

Did they leave anything?

No.

Only the b*ll*ts.

They're from aGlock.

See?

Right here.

Same weapon that k*lled

Darren Reid.

These guys have got to be

someone's private little army --

someone with serious money,

serious range.

Not !sis.

They've got their own

foot soldiers

but made to look like !sis.

This case keeps going

in too many directions.

You're not going to like this,

then.

The DNA we extracted

from the Antwerp b*mb --

It does belong to the prisoner

who died in Bogotá.

-What?

-Yeah.

We reran the test

with a fresh sample. It's him.

How can he be dead

on the other side of the world

and here in Antwerp?

He wasn't dead.

DNA doesn't lie.

Okay. Yeah.

But how?

Someone faked his death

and got him out of the prison.

Why would an escaped Colombian

prisoner come over here

and blow himself up?

I don't know.

Someone might have been

threatening his family

or offered a fee or

he had a debt to pay.

Any number of reasons.

He was doing life

and denied parole.

He could have been persuaded.

And, Christian,

the Brussels b*mber --

He could be Colombian too.

So the Spinola guy died 11 days

before the Antwerp bombing.

We need to find out

if any other prisoners died

in the same sort of time frame

before the Brussels b*mb.

We need to go back

to the Colombian embassy.

Okay.

Let's go.

Thanks, Marianne.

Just some coke.

So he did have a hidey-hole.

sh*t.

Nothing else there.

I'm so sorry.

Thank you for waiting,

Detectives.

All inmates who died

in the last two months

in La Modelo prison --

what records there are.

They aren't exactly known

for their record-keeping

at La Modelo.

Okay.

Thank you.

-You're welcome.

-Thank you.

This one.

No.

Blinded in a knife attack.

No.

Autopsy pictures.

Definitely dead.

Okay.

Wait a minute.

This guy.

A lifer.

Denied parole.

Died by suicide

11 days before

the Brussels b*mb.

It's him.

It's him.

Hector Hernandez.

Born in Soacha, 1976.

In and out of prison

his whole life.

Stealing food

escalating to armed robbery.

These poor b*stards are just

easy pickings for someone.

Christian.

Luca Rivera.

Denied parole.

Hung himself

one week ago.

He's on his way.

Or he's already here.