Bloodlands (2021–…): Season 2, Episode 1 - Episode #2.1 - full transcript
This program me contains
some strong language.
DISTANT MALE VOICES
Just up here.
Right, let's set her down.
One, two, three.
On your knees, both of you!
Don't turn round!
Put your tools down
and get on your knees!
Easy, young man. Do it!
No!
Jesus.
Sir, Niamh. Leah.
We think he's been here
about 12 hours.
The round entered through his upper
back, exited through his chest.
Has the body been moved?
Not that we can see.
And the shot itself?
Was it up close or from a distance?
Doesn't look like a contact shot,
but otherwise there's no telling how
far away they were, not yet.
That's the only other footprint we
found near him that wasn't his own
or from the person
who discovered him.
We'll check it against the database.
Could just be a gumboot from
a walker made before the shooting.
Best for us to take a look, though.
Right.
Any sign of the bullet? Not yet.
No phone on him, no? No.
Driving licence has him
as Mr Colin Foyle.
An address at Lissern Abbey.
Birdy. Sir.
This is Mr and Mrs Ford.
How do you do? I'm DCI Tom Brannick.
I'm sorry you had
to come across this.
I wouldn't let her anywhere near it.
You could see the blood.
Twenty-twenty vision, you see.
What time was this?
9:53. I checked my watch.
And there was no-one else around?
You don't get too many out at
that time in the morning. Mmm.
OK. Boss.
Erm... Birdy, will you see
if you can get Mr and Mrs Ford
a wee cup of tea?
Sir. Thanks.
Colin Foyle's an accountant.
We've a liaison officer
out to his next of kin,
but she says he no longer lives
at 19 Craigavel Road.
He moved two weeks ago.
What about calling his office?
He's registered from home,
sole trader.
Get out to the estate agents,
the solicitor.
Someone has to have
a forwarding address. Sir.
Judith, are you there?
Aye, Sarge.
Erm, what company sold the house?
Forwarding address
for Colin Foyle is Curran Isle.
They completed on the house
just two weeks ago.
£1.9 million.
I should have been an accountant.
Constable Kenny. Are you the FLO?
I am indeed, sir. They shine a
spotlight in the sky, I come running.
How's yourself? Not too bad,
Judith. What's the situation?
It's just Mrs Foyle here.
Olivia's her name.
This is quite the place
for two people. You're telling me.
He has two grown kids
from the first marriage,
but they're both across the water.
This is wife number two?
Only married 18 months.
She reported him missing last night.
They were supposed to meet
for dinner, but he never showed up.
Who did she talk to?
The duty officer in Dunfolan.
He told her what you'd expect.
You know, wait until morning,
he's not a missing person
for 24 hours, just the usual. OK.
I've let her know that her husband's
been involved in a serious incident,
that we're waiting on further
information. Nothing else?
I wasn't told anything else, Sarge.
Just to establish contact with
the families,
make sure everyone was safe.
Grand. Where is she?
Mrs Foyle?
Mrs Foyle?
Well?
Please, no more assurances.
Just tell me what's happening.
I'm sorry to inform you
that your husband is dead.
What? How?
He was shot. Someone shot him?
Mrs Foyle, I'm... I'm very sorry.
This is your fault.
This is your fault.
No, Mrs Foyle... I told you. I told
you he was missing. Mrs Foyle...
SHE SOBS
Erm...
Mrs Foyle, you were meant
to be meeting
your husband
for dinner, is that right?
Yeah.
Erm...
He was going to be coming into town
and when he didn't show up,
that's when I called the police.
Straight away?
No. I tried his phone
first, obviously.
Mmm. Where was dinner?
It was at Benetti's.
It's in Belfast.
Mmm. I know it.
What do you do for a living?
Oh, well, I was in M&A in New York.
That's mergers and acquisitions.
But I haven't really worked since
I moved back here to Ireland,
about 18 months ago.
Where in the south are you from?
Dublin.
And your husband,
he was an accountant?
Mmm.
He was...
...successful?
Colin, er, isn't...
He wasn't, erm...
He wasn't big on spoiling himself,
so I was the one that encouraged him
to get this house.
How come?
New beginnings.
His first wife died.
Did you know that? Of cancer.
I, er, I didn't want...
...I didn't want him to live
with those memories.
Do you know who his clients were?
No, not really. Erm...
He was a specialist.
Erm, it was...
I mean, there weren't many.
Mainly, erm, local CEOs
and executives.
DOOR CLOSES
Sir.
The DCS is here, sir.
Which one's the fucking door?
Will you excuse me for a moment?
What are you doing here, Jackie?
I've just heard that your victim
is a man named Colin Foyle.
We could have updated you
at the station.
Aye, but Colin Foyle,
the accountant?
Do you have an interest
in the case?
The Colin Foyle I knew wouldn't have
put his head above the parapet
with a house like this.
I should go and talk to Michelle,
poor woman.
Michelle Foyle died...
...sir.
The new wife is called Olivia.
There's a new wife?
She's inside?
How do you know him?
I was a client of his.
Long time ago now. How long?
16 years.
Must be 2006 since I saw him last.
Is there something the matter?
Mrs Foyle, my condolences.
I'm Detective Chief Superintendent
Jack Twomey.
I was once a client
of your husband's.
Oh... Oh, I see.
When the news came through,
I came to...
To see his wife.
Well, that's correct.
Michelle.
Well, thank you, and I'm...
...sorry to disappoint.
For the love of God.
This shooting looks like
a proper job, Jackie. Right.
What can you tell us about him?
Well, Tom, he certainly has a story,
that's for sure.
There's a reason things ended
between us the way they did.
Mrs Foyle, we've just been
informed that in July 2006
an armed gang stole £11 million from
the Irish Savings Bank in Belfast.
Your husband was questioned
in relation to that robbery
about possible money laundering.
Yeah, I believe so,
but it was before we met.
He actually said he took it
as a compliment
because they were only questioning
the half decent accountants
in the country!
You, erm...
You say you didn't really
know his clients, though.
Do you think Colin
worked for terrorists?
Oh, I didn't say anything about...
And I know enough about it to know
who they think did that robbery.
OK.
Do you think your husband
worked for terrorists?
My Colin...
...was an honest...
...hard-working gentleman.
Detective Chief whatever shows up
and suddenly it sounds like
my Colin is at fault?
I, erm...
...I apologise.
That wasn't my intention.
Mrs Foyle, did your husband
have an office
that we could take a wee look at?
Yeah, down the hall.
This wouldn't have happened
if you lot had acted sooner.
Yes, it would.
Your husband was in
a secluded place at night.
The likelihood is that his killer
was waiting for him.
You think she's right?
He worked for terrorists?
Oh, God.
Sometimes when people
deal with terrorists,
they don't actually meet
their clients.
Your husband didn't talk about
any unusual means of communication?
Markers?
Burner phones?
No. What about codewords, or, erm...
...code names?
I need a glass of water, so...
That car.
Do you know who that is?
No.
Are you sure?
Yeah. I have no idea.
Niamh.
Judith!
I'm going to need you
to turn your engine off.
Shit. Judith, stop the car!
Stop the car!
Tiny, stop the car, stop the car.
Stop, police!
Shit!
Tiny!
Tiny! Are you all right?
Index from Sierra Romeo four five.
We need a vehicle check
on a black BMW saloon,
VRN Uniform, Echo, Zulu,
three, two, eight, one,
headed southeast from Curran Isle.
I want the details circulated
and the vehicle stopped on sight.
Call me back as soon
as you have it.
He's managed to shake us.
MOBILE PHONE RINGS
McGovern.
Uh-huh.
OK. Grand, thanks.
Got a Belfast address.
The driver's called Robert Dardis.
He rents the car from his employer,
Belfast Executive Cars.
How long will that take us?
Erm... 30 minutes?
MOBILE PHONE RINGS
Birdy. Boss. Birdy, we've
lost the car we were after.
We're heading to
an address in Belfast.
Uniform have been on to me.
The address you have is for an
executive car service in the city.
Yeah, we know that. The employee is
a Robert Dardis. We're on our way.
Dardis hasn't reported in today.
The company say it would
be best to try him at home,
which is in Dunfolan.
Are you sure?
Aye. I've just sent
you on his address there now.
MESSAGE ALERT PINGS
Crow Park Estate.
TYRES SQUEAL
ENGINE REVS
There's something else. Go ahead.
Robert Dardis is an ex-soldier.
RADIO: Sierra Romeo four five
from Uniform, over.
Go ahead.
Units inbound,
figures one zero minutes.
Hold your position.
Understood.
Suspect vehicle is not visible
at this location.
Received. Wait out.
Ten minutes?
We should stay put, sir.
MOBILE PHONE RINGS
McGovern. Go ahead.
Uh-huh.
Uh-huh.
Thanks a million. Bye. Bye.
Olivia Foyle was booked
on a flight for this morning.
City Airport to London Heathrow
then a connection to New York.
Just her? Yeah.
If we're looking for a motive
there's one right in front of us.
The reasons spouses kill each other
are ten a penny.
She has an alibi.
So she had help.
BANGING
BANGING
We were told to hold on, boss.
BANGING
Try the doorbell.
BANGING
BANGING
Yes?
Sorry, big man.
Mum!
Mum!
Who's this?
Erm... Detective Chief Inspector
Tom Brannick.
What are you doing in my garden?
I'm sorry, ma'am. I'm sorry, son.
It's just I heard his football
against the fence.
I thought it was...
You thought you'd scare a wee boy
out of his wits?
He says you've a gun.
Mrs Dardis...
I'm a police officer.
I don't care who you are! Leave.
TYRES SQUEAL
INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER
What's my Robbie done?
We have a lead suspect.
We're trying to find him.
This is Robert Dardis.
Sir, his wife, Sandra,
says she hasn't seen him
since 5pm last night.
Well, I've just had a message
to say
that her child
is in need of counselling
because a PSNI officer
threatened him with a gun.
I didn't threaten him.
I'm sure you didn't.
The FSNI have concluded their search
around the crime scene
around Foyle's body,
and they've discovered a bullet,
which they've sent off for analysis.
What are your thoughts?
The Foyles had just bought
an expensive house, sir,
so money is front and centre.
But the method doesn't chime
with a robbery.
After what you told us about the
Irish Savings Bank investigation,
logic dictates
that it's a paramilitary.
But I also told you
that it was never proved.
You still ended your relationship
with him. I did.
Because senior officers who used
his services were warned off him
and I do what I'm told.
As I said, it was 16 years
since I was a client of his.
I think Mrs Foyle knows more
than she's saying.
What's the new one's name again?
Olivia.
They've only been married
for 18 months.
She had a connecting flight
booked this morning
to London then New York.
The house was bought in both their
names, so she stands to inherit.
Well, that IS interesting.
If she is involved then this
cannot be the work of one person.
We have to track down Dardis.
All right.
But check her movements as well.
These flights, her finances,
anything that puts her
close to a motive.
I'll look at paramilitaries.
What did I just say?
There was never any proof of that.
No.
Eliminate her from the
investigation.
Then we can talk
about alternatives, if we have to.
Sir.
Sir.
Niamh.
Sir? Hold on.
Shut the door.
What actually happened
at the Dardis house?
The wee boy?
I believe it's as the DCI said, sir.
Is that right?
We shouldn't have been in that
situation in the first place.
I told him more than once
to wait for support.
And he had to behave
like a fucking dinosaur.
Why doesn't that surprise me?
Once he'd made the decision
he was screwed either way.
What were YOU doing?
I'm not his minder, sir.
Hey, watch it, you.
Jesus.
Just the other side of a lengthy
investigation into his use
of lethal force and he...
...and he carries on like this.
Keep an eye on him. Let me know
the moment he steps out of line.
Sir.
What was that all about?
Nothing. Wrong side of the bed.
Where are you going?
I've been thinking. Dangerous.
If we are talking about
getting to the bottom
of what Mrs Foyle is all about,
maybe it would be easier
if one of us seems more
sympathetic towards her.
Ah, I saw you holding her hand.
No, she held MY hand.
Why not me? I can be sympathetic.
You really think so?
DCI Brannick, come in.
Good morning, Mrs Foyle.
I'm sorry to drop round so early.
No, it's, erm...
I wasn't sleeping.
I was told you dismissed your
Family Liaison Officer. Yeah.
Are you sure you want to do that?
Yeah. OK.
We've identified the man
who was here yesterday.
His name is Robert Dardis.
He's missing.
Oh, I see.
He works as a driver out of an
executive car company in Belfast.
Do you know him?
Erm, no.
But my husband used that service
so maybe he's one of them,
I don't know.
You were meant to take a flight
yesterday morning. Is that right?
Yeah.
To New York, to see my son.
You didn't order that car
to take you to the airport, no?
Oh, erm...
Yeah, Colin must have done that.
I'm...
I'm so sorry.
You're not trying to pick holes
in my story already, are you?
Why would you say that?
Well, because I know I'll be
considered the easy option,
blame the wife.
There are witnesses who saw you
at the restaurant. Yeah.
And yet...
...if you can twist it that it is
something between Colin and me,
it just keeps the politics
out of it, doesn't it?
We were interrupted before.
When I was asking you
about the people
that your husband worked with.
Erm, possible code names.
Things like that. Mmm-hmm.
Well...
...perhaps I was asking
the wrong questions.
Maybe what I really
wanted to know was...
...did your husband only do accounts?
As opposed to?
Well, did he buy
and sell anything physical?
Did he hold on to items of value
for clients?
Not that I know of.
You haven't heard anything
that might have suggested that?
Where's your partner?
She, erm...
She doesn't need to be here.
Are you all right?
Yes, why?
Well, erm...
You seem sort of ill at ease, like
you're tiptoeing around something.
I mean, you don't have to be
nervous around me.
I had nothing to do
with my husband's death.
But I will do anything
to find his murderer.
Thank you for your time, Mrs Foyle.
Olivia.
Please.
We will find who did this.
You have my word.
It's on at a very reasonable price.
Houses around here
used to sell for a lot less.
But what is it they say
about a fool and his money?
Seen enough? Mmm.
Just give us a wee call
if you've any questions.
Will do, thanks. All right.
Bye. Bye. Thanks.
You hate it.
I don't hate it.
I think it's...
Uh-huh.
...a lot like one of my crime scenes.
All we can do is put in our offer.
You think it's too low?
She did say offers in excess of.
Why don't we increase it then?
We can't.
Can we?
I think we can.
Are you sure, Daddy?
Well, I'll have to look
at what I've got, but, erm...
...aye.
You're sure?
I thought you were the one that
wanted to be more independent.
I feel like that's the one thing
that you took
from that conversation.
No, no, no, I agree!
Erm, it's just, you know...
...it's hard for your poor oul dad!
Buy me breakfast
and I'll get over it.
Parked just there.
My card's been denied.
Do you not have any money?
No, I do.
Or I will. I'm just waiting
on my loan coming through. Hmm.
Wait outside then.
How's it going? Grand.
I don't think we've ever talked.
No, but I've... I've noticed you.
I've seen you about, like.
Birdy.
I do know that.
Aye.
What has you driving Daddy?
I was coming up this morning anyway,
so I was.
Our financial forensics office
is up here.
It's just...
What do yo use talk about in the
car?
We don't.
You don't talk?
I mean, aye, about work stuff.
There's no, like...
There's no craic. Really?
Well, your dad's
a wee bit terrifying.
Oh, but you're not.
How do you know?
What?
I'm having you on, Birdy.
SHE CHUCKLES
What's going on?
Nothing.
Will we go? Uh-huh.
Thanks, Birdy.
Good luck.
Here.
This, erm... This'll tide you over.
Daddy... Come on.
Thank you.
Here he is.
You two still at it?
It's complicated.
You need to sort that out.
He went out of his way
to arrange this elective for me.
Izzy, how are you, love?
I'm grand, Jackie. How are you?
Oh, not too shabby.
Thanks for organising
this placement for her.
Soon as you asked,
I knew I could help.
It's useful to have friends
who owe you favours.
Thanks, Jackie. It means a lot.
This lady here runs the office.
She'll show you around.
See you later. See you, love.
Hi. Good luck.
They'll look after her,
don't worry.
Are you using Niamh
to keep tabs on me?
Now why would I need to do that?
See you back in Dunfolan.
We've found a hidden compartment
alongside the spare tyre casing
in Colin Foyle's car.
It's been put in professionally.
A complex system
that would normally be opened
by a specific sequence
in the car's electronics.
We're going to circumvent that.
That's all there is.
Have this submitted to evidence.
Sir. Thanks, Leah.
So much for our
respectable accountant.
I guarantee he was moving
dirty money.
Aye. But for who?
Financial forensics
on Foyle look legit.
The house was bought off the back of
a mixture of bonds and ISAs
he liquidated last month.
Are we taking a closer look
at where the money
for these ISAs and bonds came from?
Where we can, aye. Mmm-hmm.
What about Dardis?
Company he works for not
have GPS trackers in their vehicles?
They say they do, but they're
having no luck finding him.
The technology they use
isn't hard to disable.
Security Services
say he's not on their watch list.
His 11 years in uniform
is a clean sheet.
Two tours of Afghanistan,
two in Iraq.
He's also a bouncer a few nights
a week at a club in Belfast.
Which club?
Angels. You should go.
I hear they do a seniors' discount.
I ju...
Er, yeah, a few of the bouncers on
the payroll have also done time.
Paramilitaries?
ODCs, two charges of GBH
and one for robbery.
What kind of robbery?
Non-domestic.
It's worth checking out.
You OK?
DCI Tom Brannick.
This is DS Niamh McGovern.
Wondering if we could
have a chat with you
about one of your employees,
Robert Dardis?
Yo use want to talk to Davy.
He knows the security lads
better than me. Davy!
You think someone here, what,
tried to recruit him?
Erm, we're investigating
all possibilities.
Most of the lads who work
the door are thick as champ,
and Robbie's only part-time.
His main job's as a driver
for that posh car service.
Far as I can tell, he ferries
rich people round the country.
Has he ever talked
about any of his clients?
In what way?
We're interested in an accountant,
recently moved to Curran Isle.
A woman? Why do you ask?
There's a woman client of his that
moved up there, a few weeks back.
The way he talks about her,
if he hasn't already,
I'd say he'd like to ride her
like a stolen bike.
DCI Brannick.
Tom, please.
Any news?
Unfortunately not.
Do you mind if I take
a walk round the property
to see if there's any areas
of concern
with regards to your security?
Yeah, of course.
Erm...
Would you come with me? Sure.
Why did you tell me
you didn't know Robert Dardis?
We got the car company
to submit their client logs.
He's been driving you around
for five months.
Oh, erm...
Look, I lost my licence
during the summer. It was...
...too many points
and speeding and...
...Colin got Dardis, Rob,
to just drive me about.
You said he didn't recognise him.
Didn't want anyone to get
the wrong idea.
You do know you've made things
worse for yourself, don't you?
I'm sorry.
You lied.
That's all people will see.
Everyone tells lies.
Not when they're being investigated.
Why did you want to know
if Colin had a client
he'd never met before, Tom?
Are you keeping something from me?
Yes.
What is it?
I'm the policeman.
I ask the questions.
This is a warrant allowing us to
conduct a search of your property.
We have to do our job.
I can't help you
if you don't tell me the truth.
You'll need to call your solicitor.
Sir.
Will we go, Sir?
Like a fly to shite, in walks the
most expensive solicitor in town.
Thank you.
Mrs Foyle, you failed to disclose
your connection to Robert Dardis.
In fact, you lied
when asked if you knew him.
My client had not been cautioned
for some...
The reason I didn't caution her
was because I believed
I was talking to a witness,
someone I took at face value
to be a grieving widow.
Now the enquiry has moved on.
Are you in sin... No, please.
Tom went out of his way to make me
not feel like a suspect.
I remind you that you ARE
under caution now.
Robert Dardis has driven you
from both your former
and current address
for the last five months.
What was the purpose
of these trips?
Pleasure, mostly. "Pleasure"?
A physical relationship?
Oh, you've got a vivid imagination.
Well, you are aware
that Rob Dardis is attracted to you?
He stares at me.
Do you encourage him?
What an old-fashioned question, Tom.
His staring became uncomfortable,
so I told him on our
most recent trip
that the next one would be the last.
You mean the booking to take you
to City Airport? Yeah.
You were booked on a Flysure flight
to New York via London
the day after your husband
was murdered.
Yeah.
And you're making
the two events appear connected.
What was the reason for your trip?
To see my son. For how long?
Two weeks. And just you?
You wouldn't have booked
to go with your husband?
He isn't his son!
Look, the...
...dinner with Colin and I,
it was meant to be...
VOICE BREAKS: It was meant to be
our last dinner before I left.
I'm fine.
I don't know what else to say.
I'm telling you the truth.
We'll have officers drive you home.
Thank you, but I'll get a cab.
She thinks she's going
to get away with this.
The firearm used to kill Colin Foyle
was an M24 sniper rifle,
American made,
probably intended for military use.
Dardis has the army background
and we have a strong
financial motive.
The new wife, the driver.
Either of them, or both.
Let's tighten the noose.
Niamh, a word.
Go, go, go, move!
Come on.
Quickly.
Quickly!
Jesus.
Fuck's sake.
Go straight home, OK?
I will, of course.
Curran Isle, is it, ma'am?
Actually, can we go to the White side
Industrial Estate, please?
Birdy.
Aye?
Have you had a look at this
accounting ledger
that came from Foyle's car? No.
What does that look like to you?
A sort code.
Or a date.
That date's come up before.
And what's this?
Why didn't the DCI flag this?
TEXT ALERT
some strong language.
DISTANT MALE VOICES
Just up here.
Right, let's set her down.
One, two, three.
On your knees, both of you!
Don't turn round!
Put your tools down
and get on your knees!
Easy, young man. Do it!
No!
Jesus.
Sir, Niamh. Leah.
We think he's been here
about 12 hours.
The round entered through his upper
back, exited through his chest.
Has the body been moved?
Not that we can see.
And the shot itself?
Was it up close or from a distance?
Doesn't look like a contact shot,
but otherwise there's no telling how
far away they were, not yet.
That's the only other footprint we
found near him that wasn't his own
or from the person
who discovered him.
We'll check it against the database.
Could just be a gumboot from
a walker made before the shooting.
Best for us to take a look, though.
Right.
Any sign of the bullet? Not yet.
No phone on him, no? No.
Driving licence has him
as Mr Colin Foyle.
An address at Lissern Abbey.
Birdy. Sir.
This is Mr and Mrs Ford.
How do you do? I'm DCI Tom Brannick.
I'm sorry you had
to come across this.
I wouldn't let her anywhere near it.
You could see the blood.
Twenty-twenty vision, you see.
What time was this?
9:53. I checked my watch.
And there was no-one else around?
You don't get too many out at
that time in the morning. Mmm.
OK. Boss.
Erm... Birdy, will you see
if you can get Mr and Mrs Ford
a wee cup of tea?
Sir. Thanks.
Colin Foyle's an accountant.
We've a liaison officer
out to his next of kin,
but she says he no longer lives
at 19 Craigavel Road.
He moved two weeks ago.
What about calling his office?
He's registered from home,
sole trader.
Get out to the estate agents,
the solicitor.
Someone has to have
a forwarding address. Sir.
Judith, are you there?
Aye, Sarge.
Erm, what company sold the house?
Forwarding address
for Colin Foyle is Curran Isle.
They completed on the house
just two weeks ago.
£1.9 million.
I should have been an accountant.
Constable Kenny. Are you the FLO?
I am indeed, sir. They shine a
spotlight in the sky, I come running.
How's yourself? Not too bad,
Judith. What's the situation?
It's just Mrs Foyle here.
Olivia's her name.
This is quite the place
for two people. You're telling me.
He has two grown kids
from the first marriage,
but they're both across the water.
This is wife number two?
Only married 18 months.
She reported him missing last night.
They were supposed to meet
for dinner, but he never showed up.
Who did she talk to?
The duty officer in Dunfolan.
He told her what you'd expect.
You know, wait until morning,
he's not a missing person
for 24 hours, just the usual. OK.
I've let her know that her husband's
been involved in a serious incident,
that we're waiting on further
information. Nothing else?
I wasn't told anything else, Sarge.
Just to establish contact with
the families,
make sure everyone was safe.
Grand. Where is she?
Mrs Foyle?
Mrs Foyle?
Well?
Please, no more assurances.
Just tell me what's happening.
I'm sorry to inform you
that your husband is dead.
What? How?
He was shot. Someone shot him?
Mrs Foyle, I'm... I'm very sorry.
This is your fault.
This is your fault.
No, Mrs Foyle... I told you. I told
you he was missing. Mrs Foyle...
SHE SOBS
Erm...
Mrs Foyle, you were meant
to be meeting
your husband
for dinner, is that right?
Yeah.
Erm...
He was going to be coming into town
and when he didn't show up,
that's when I called the police.
Straight away?
No. I tried his phone
first, obviously.
Mmm. Where was dinner?
It was at Benetti's.
It's in Belfast.
Mmm. I know it.
What do you do for a living?
Oh, well, I was in M&A in New York.
That's mergers and acquisitions.
But I haven't really worked since
I moved back here to Ireland,
about 18 months ago.
Where in the south are you from?
Dublin.
And your husband,
he was an accountant?
Mmm.
He was...
...successful?
Colin, er, isn't...
He wasn't, erm...
He wasn't big on spoiling himself,
so I was the one that encouraged him
to get this house.
How come?
New beginnings.
His first wife died.
Did you know that? Of cancer.
I, er, I didn't want...
...I didn't want him to live
with those memories.
Do you know who his clients were?
No, not really. Erm...
He was a specialist.
Erm, it was...
I mean, there weren't many.
Mainly, erm, local CEOs
and executives.
DOOR CLOSES
Sir.
The DCS is here, sir.
Which one's the fucking door?
Will you excuse me for a moment?
What are you doing here, Jackie?
I've just heard that your victim
is a man named Colin Foyle.
We could have updated you
at the station.
Aye, but Colin Foyle,
the accountant?
Do you have an interest
in the case?
The Colin Foyle I knew wouldn't have
put his head above the parapet
with a house like this.
I should go and talk to Michelle,
poor woman.
Michelle Foyle died...
...sir.
The new wife is called Olivia.
There's a new wife?
She's inside?
How do you know him?
I was a client of his.
Long time ago now. How long?
16 years.
Must be 2006 since I saw him last.
Is there something the matter?
Mrs Foyle, my condolences.
I'm Detective Chief Superintendent
Jack Twomey.
I was once a client
of your husband's.
Oh... Oh, I see.
When the news came through,
I came to...
To see his wife.
Well, that's correct.
Michelle.
Well, thank you, and I'm...
...sorry to disappoint.
For the love of God.
This shooting looks like
a proper job, Jackie. Right.
What can you tell us about him?
Well, Tom, he certainly has a story,
that's for sure.
There's a reason things ended
between us the way they did.
Mrs Foyle, we've just been
informed that in July 2006
an armed gang stole £11 million from
the Irish Savings Bank in Belfast.
Your husband was questioned
in relation to that robbery
about possible money laundering.
Yeah, I believe so,
but it was before we met.
He actually said he took it
as a compliment
because they were only questioning
the half decent accountants
in the country!
You, erm...
You say you didn't really
know his clients, though.
Do you think Colin
worked for terrorists?
Oh, I didn't say anything about...
And I know enough about it to know
who they think did that robbery.
OK.
Do you think your husband
worked for terrorists?
My Colin...
...was an honest...
...hard-working gentleman.
Detective Chief whatever shows up
and suddenly it sounds like
my Colin is at fault?
I, erm...
...I apologise.
That wasn't my intention.
Mrs Foyle, did your husband
have an office
that we could take a wee look at?
Yeah, down the hall.
This wouldn't have happened
if you lot had acted sooner.
Yes, it would.
Your husband was in
a secluded place at night.
The likelihood is that his killer
was waiting for him.
You think she's right?
He worked for terrorists?
Oh, God.
Sometimes when people
deal with terrorists,
they don't actually meet
their clients.
Your husband didn't talk about
any unusual means of communication?
Markers?
Burner phones?
No. What about codewords, or, erm...
...code names?
I need a glass of water, so...
That car.
Do you know who that is?
No.
Are you sure?
Yeah. I have no idea.
Niamh.
Judith!
I'm going to need you
to turn your engine off.
Shit. Judith, stop the car!
Stop the car!
Tiny, stop the car, stop the car.
Stop, police!
Shit!
Tiny!
Tiny! Are you all right?
Index from Sierra Romeo four five.
We need a vehicle check
on a black BMW saloon,
VRN Uniform, Echo, Zulu,
three, two, eight, one,
headed southeast from Curran Isle.
I want the details circulated
and the vehicle stopped on sight.
Call me back as soon
as you have it.
He's managed to shake us.
MOBILE PHONE RINGS
McGovern.
Uh-huh.
OK. Grand, thanks.
Got a Belfast address.
The driver's called Robert Dardis.
He rents the car from his employer,
Belfast Executive Cars.
How long will that take us?
Erm... 30 minutes?
MOBILE PHONE RINGS
Birdy. Boss. Birdy, we've
lost the car we were after.
We're heading to
an address in Belfast.
Uniform have been on to me.
The address you have is for an
executive car service in the city.
Yeah, we know that. The employee is
a Robert Dardis. We're on our way.
Dardis hasn't reported in today.
The company say it would
be best to try him at home,
which is in Dunfolan.
Are you sure?
Aye. I've just sent
you on his address there now.
MESSAGE ALERT PINGS
Crow Park Estate.
TYRES SQUEAL
ENGINE REVS
There's something else. Go ahead.
Robert Dardis is an ex-soldier.
RADIO: Sierra Romeo four five
from Uniform, over.
Go ahead.
Units inbound,
figures one zero minutes.
Hold your position.
Understood.
Suspect vehicle is not visible
at this location.
Received. Wait out.
Ten minutes?
We should stay put, sir.
MOBILE PHONE RINGS
McGovern. Go ahead.
Uh-huh.
Uh-huh.
Thanks a million. Bye. Bye.
Olivia Foyle was booked
on a flight for this morning.
City Airport to London Heathrow
then a connection to New York.
Just her? Yeah.
If we're looking for a motive
there's one right in front of us.
The reasons spouses kill each other
are ten a penny.
She has an alibi.
So she had help.
BANGING
BANGING
We were told to hold on, boss.
BANGING
Try the doorbell.
BANGING
BANGING
Yes?
Sorry, big man.
Mum!
Mum!
Who's this?
Erm... Detective Chief Inspector
Tom Brannick.
What are you doing in my garden?
I'm sorry, ma'am. I'm sorry, son.
It's just I heard his football
against the fence.
I thought it was...
You thought you'd scare a wee boy
out of his wits?
He says you've a gun.
Mrs Dardis...
I'm a police officer.
I don't care who you are! Leave.
TYRES SQUEAL
INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER
What's my Robbie done?
We have a lead suspect.
We're trying to find him.
This is Robert Dardis.
Sir, his wife, Sandra,
says she hasn't seen him
since 5pm last night.
Well, I've just had a message
to say
that her child
is in need of counselling
because a PSNI officer
threatened him with a gun.
I didn't threaten him.
I'm sure you didn't.
The FSNI have concluded their search
around the crime scene
around Foyle's body,
and they've discovered a bullet,
which they've sent off for analysis.
What are your thoughts?
The Foyles had just bought
an expensive house, sir,
so money is front and centre.
But the method doesn't chime
with a robbery.
After what you told us about the
Irish Savings Bank investigation,
logic dictates
that it's a paramilitary.
But I also told you
that it was never proved.
You still ended your relationship
with him. I did.
Because senior officers who used
his services were warned off him
and I do what I'm told.
As I said, it was 16 years
since I was a client of his.
I think Mrs Foyle knows more
than she's saying.
What's the new one's name again?
Olivia.
They've only been married
for 18 months.
She had a connecting flight
booked this morning
to London then New York.
The house was bought in both their
names, so she stands to inherit.
Well, that IS interesting.
If she is involved then this
cannot be the work of one person.
We have to track down Dardis.
All right.
But check her movements as well.
These flights, her finances,
anything that puts her
close to a motive.
I'll look at paramilitaries.
What did I just say?
There was never any proof of that.
No.
Eliminate her from the
investigation.
Then we can talk
about alternatives, if we have to.
Sir.
Sir.
Niamh.
Sir? Hold on.
Shut the door.
What actually happened
at the Dardis house?
The wee boy?
I believe it's as the DCI said, sir.
Is that right?
We shouldn't have been in that
situation in the first place.
I told him more than once
to wait for support.
And he had to behave
like a fucking dinosaur.
Why doesn't that surprise me?
Once he'd made the decision
he was screwed either way.
What were YOU doing?
I'm not his minder, sir.
Hey, watch it, you.
Jesus.
Just the other side of a lengthy
investigation into his use
of lethal force and he...
...and he carries on like this.
Keep an eye on him. Let me know
the moment he steps out of line.
Sir.
What was that all about?
Nothing. Wrong side of the bed.
Where are you going?
I've been thinking. Dangerous.
If we are talking about
getting to the bottom
of what Mrs Foyle is all about,
maybe it would be easier
if one of us seems more
sympathetic towards her.
Ah, I saw you holding her hand.
No, she held MY hand.
Why not me? I can be sympathetic.
You really think so?
DCI Brannick, come in.
Good morning, Mrs Foyle.
I'm sorry to drop round so early.
No, it's, erm...
I wasn't sleeping.
I was told you dismissed your
Family Liaison Officer. Yeah.
Are you sure you want to do that?
Yeah. OK.
We've identified the man
who was here yesterday.
His name is Robert Dardis.
He's missing.
Oh, I see.
He works as a driver out of an
executive car company in Belfast.
Do you know him?
Erm, no.
But my husband used that service
so maybe he's one of them,
I don't know.
You were meant to take a flight
yesterday morning. Is that right?
Yeah.
To New York, to see my son.
You didn't order that car
to take you to the airport, no?
Oh, erm...
Yeah, Colin must have done that.
I'm...
I'm so sorry.
You're not trying to pick holes
in my story already, are you?
Why would you say that?
Well, because I know I'll be
considered the easy option,
blame the wife.
There are witnesses who saw you
at the restaurant. Yeah.
And yet...
...if you can twist it that it is
something between Colin and me,
it just keeps the politics
out of it, doesn't it?
We were interrupted before.
When I was asking you
about the people
that your husband worked with.
Erm, possible code names.
Things like that. Mmm-hmm.
Well...
...perhaps I was asking
the wrong questions.
Maybe what I really
wanted to know was...
...did your husband only do accounts?
As opposed to?
Well, did he buy
and sell anything physical?
Did he hold on to items of value
for clients?
Not that I know of.
You haven't heard anything
that might have suggested that?
Where's your partner?
She, erm...
She doesn't need to be here.
Are you all right?
Yes, why?
Well, erm...
You seem sort of ill at ease, like
you're tiptoeing around something.
I mean, you don't have to be
nervous around me.
I had nothing to do
with my husband's death.
But I will do anything
to find his murderer.
Thank you for your time, Mrs Foyle.
Olivia.
Please.
We will find who did this.
You have my word.
It's on at a very reasonable price.
Houses around here
used to sell for a lot less.
But what is it they say
about a fool and his money?
Seen enough? Mmm.
Just give us a wee call
if you've any questions.
Will do, thanks. All right.
Bye. Bye. Thanks.
You hate it.
I don't hate it.
I think it's...
Uh-huh.
...a lot like one of my crime scenes.
All we can do is put in our offer.
You think it's too low?
She did say offers in excess of.
Why don't we increase it then?
We can't.
Can we?
I think we can.
Are you sure, Daddy?
Well, I'll have to look
at what I've got, but, erm...
...aye.
You're sure?
I thought you were the one that
wanted to be more independent.
I feel like that's the one thing
that you took
from that conversation.
No, no, no, I agree!
Erm, it's just, you know...
...it's hard for your poor oul dad!
Buy me breakfast
and I'll get over it.
Parked just there.
My card's been denied.
Do you not have any money?
No, I do.
Or I will. I'm just waiting
on my loan coming through. Hmm.
Wait outside then.
How's it going? Grand.
I don't think we've ever talked.
No, but I've... I've noticed you.
I've seen you about, like.
Birdy.
I do know that.
Aye.
What has you driving Daddy?
I was coming up this morning anyway,
so I was.
Our financial forensics office
is up here.
It's just...
What do yo use talk about in the
car?
We don't.
You don't talk?
I mean, aye, about work stuff.
There's no, like...
There's no craic. Really?
Well, your dad's
a wee bit terrifying.
Oh, but you're not.
How do you know?
What?
I'm having you on, Birdy.
SHE CHUCKLES
What's going on?
Nothing.
Will we go? Uh-huh.
Thanks, Birdy.
Good luck.
Here.
This, erm... This'll tide you over.
Daddy... Come on.
Thank you.
Here he is.
You two still at it?
It's complicated.
You need to sort that out.
He went out of his way
to arrange this elective for me.
Izzy, how are you, love?
I'm grand, Jackie. How are you?
Oh, not too shabby.
Thanks for organising
this placement for her.
Soon as you asked,
I knew I could help.
It's useful to have friends
who owe you favours.
Thanks, Jackie. It means a lot.
This lady here runs the office.
She'll show you around.
See you later. See you, love.
Hi. Good luck.
They'll look after her,
don't worry.
Are you using Niamh
to keep tabs on me?
Now why would I need to do that?
See you back in Dunfolan.
We've found a hidden compartment
alongside the spare tyre casing
in Colin Foyle's car.
It's been put in professionally.
A complex system
that would normally be opened
by a specific sequence
in the car's electronics.
We're going to circumvent that.
That's all there is.
Have this submitted to evidence.
Sir. Thanks, Leah.
So much for our
respectable accountant.
I guarantee he was moving
dirty money.
Aye. But for who?
Financial forensics
on Foyle look legit.
The house was bought off the back of
a mixture of bonds and ISAs
he liquidated last month.
Are we taking a closer look
at where the money
for these ISAs and bonds came from?
Where we can, aye. Mmm-hmm.
What about Dardis?
Company he works for not
have GPS trackers in their vehicles?
They say they do, but they're
having no luck finding him.
The technology they use
isn't hard to disable.
Security Services
say he's not on their watch list.
His 11 years in uniform
is a clean sheet.
Two tours of Afghanistan,
two in Iraq.
He's also a bouncer a few nights
a week at a club in Belfast.
Which club?
Angels. You should go.
I hear they do a seniors' discount.
I ju...
Er, yeah, a few of the bouncers on
the payroll have also done time.
Paramilitaries?
ODCs, two charges of GBH
and one for robbery.
What kind of robbery?
Non-domestic.
It's worth checking out.
You OK?
DCI Tom Brannick.
This is DS Niamh McGovern.
Wondering if we could
have a chat with you
about one of your employees,
Robert Dardis?
Yo use want to talk to Davy.
He knows the security lads
better than me. Davy!
You think someone here, what,
tried to recruit him?
Erm, we're investigating
all possibilities.
Most of the lads who work
the door are thick as champ,
and Robbie's only part-time.
His main job's as a driver
for that posh car service.
Far as I can tell, he ferries
rich people round the country.
Has he ever talked
about any of his clients?
In what way?
We're interested in an accountant,
recently moved to Curran Isle.
A woman? Why do you ask?
There's a woman client of his that
moved up there, a few weeks back.
The way he talks about her,
if he hasn't already,
I'd say he'd like to ride her
like a stolen bike.
DCI Brannick.
Tom, please.
Any news?
Unfortunately not.
Do you mind if I take
a walk round the property
to see if there's any areas
of concern
with regards to your security?
Yeah, of course.
Erm...
Would you come with me? Sure.
Why did you tell me
you didn't know Robert Dardis?
We got the car company
to submit their client logs.
He's been driving you around
for five months.
Oh, erm...
Look, I lost my licence
during the summer. It was...
...too many points
and speeding and...
...Colin got Dardis, Rob,
to just drive me about.
You said he didn't recognise him.
Didn't want anyone to get
the wrong idea.
You do know you've made things
worse for yourself, don't you?
I'm sorry.
You lied.
That's all people will see.
Everyone tells lies.
Not when they're being investigated.
Why did you want to know
if Colin had a client
he'd never met before, Tom?
Are you keeping something from me?
Yes.
What is it?
I'm the policeman.
I ask the questions.
This is a warrant allowing us to
conduct a search of your property.
We have to do our job.
I can't help you
if you don't tell me the truth.
You'll need to call your solicitor.
Sir.
Will we go, Sir?
Like a fly to shite, in walks the
most expensive solicitor in town.
Thank you.
Mrs Foyle, you failed to disclose
your connection to Robert Dardis.
In fact, you lied
when asked if you knew him.
My client had not been cautioned
for some...
The reason I didn't caution her
was because I believed
I was talking to a witness,
someone I took at face value
to be a grieving widow.
Now the enquiry has moved on.
Are you in sin... No, please.
Tom went out of his way to make me
not feel like a suspect.
I remind you that you ARE
under caution now.
Robert Dardis has driven you
from both your former
and current address
for the last five months.
What was the purpose
of these trips?
Pleasure, mostly. "Pleasure"?
A physical relationship?
Oh, you've got a vivid imagination.
Well, you are aware
that Rob Dardis is attracted to you?
He stares at me.
Do you encourage him?
What an old-fashioned question, Tom.
His staring became uncomfortable,
so I told him on our
most recent trip
that the next one would be the last.
You mean the booking to take you
to City Airport? Yeah.
You were booked on a Flysure flight
to New York via London
the day after your husband
was murdered.
Yeah.
And you're making
the two events appear connected.
What was the reason for your trip?
To see my son. For how long?
Two weeks. And just you?
You wouldn't have booked
to go with your husband?
He isn't his son!
Look, the...
...dinner with Colin and I,
it was meant to be...
VOICE BREAKS: It was meant to be
our last dinner before I left.
I'm fine.
I don't know what else to say.
I'm telling you the truth.
We'll have officers drive you home.
Thank you, but I'll get a cab.
She thinks she's going
to get away with this.
The firearm used to kill Colin Foyle
was an M24 sniper rifle,
American made,
probably intended for military use.
Dardis has the army background
and we have a strong
financial motive.
The new wife, the driver.
Either of them, or both.
Let's tighten the noose.
Niamh, a word.
Go, go, go, move!
Come on.
Quickly.
Quickly!
Jesus.
Fuck's sake.
Go straight home, OK?
I will, of course.
Curran Isle, is it, ma'am?
Actually, can we go to the White side
Industrial Estate, please?
Birdy.
Aye?
Have you had a look at this
accounting ledger
that came from Foyle's car? No.
What does that look like to you?
A sort code.
Or a date.
That date's come up before.
And what's this?
Why didn't the DCI flag this?
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