Bloodlands (2021–…): Season 2, Episode 4 - Episode #2.4 - full transcript

This program me contains some violent scenes
from the start and contains some strong language.

I know where the gold
is. There's nothing you

can do, not if you want
your gold back, Goliath.

GUNSHOT

What you found was one
of a consignment

of eight 400 ounce gold bars
that were stolen in 1998.

Who stole it?

I spoke to our office in Boston and
they believe a criminal organisation

called the Savage Family
are responsible.

Is it true Robert Dardis
killed my husband?

The last couple of times
I saw him with Colin



he was in a silver car, a Mercedes.

What's your log in?

Well, it's against the
guidelines to share

log in information
with another officer, sir.

What's going on? Nothing.

I like spending time with you.
I do, too.

The boss is going to kill
me. I mean your da. Your

da is going to kill me.
Want me to have a word?

Why throw it from all the way
over there? You might miss.

Unless you knew
where the camera was.

Did you really find the gold?
One bar.

We're in this together now.

It was meant for the IRA.

Goliath is dead.
What if he's still out there?



Are you here for business
or pleasure?

Oh, man, do I have to choose?

Here's your paperwork.

Sign here.

Thank you. Have a nice day.

How are you going to get the gold out
from under your own people's noses?

I need to figure it out.

It won't matter as much if we
find more before anyone else does.

When we find more.

I'll, erm... I'll search
the house again.

Colin must have left
something that could help.

Of course.

Well, thank you, Detective
Chief Inspector Brannick...

...for everything.

I need to get some money out.
You go ahead. I'll catch up.

CAR HORN BEEPS

Hi, Birdy.

Not a secret any more, then.

Aye. We should probably tell your
dad before he finds out on his own.

You going to do it at work?

You are scared.

Tonight, then.
After you've finished.

We'll go see him at home.

That sounds fun.

I better go.

Bye. Bye.

Forensics found gun oil deposits
on the gold bar

that are consistent with the
oil sample from the M24 rifle.

And there are moulds in the foam
material of the rifle cases

that would correspond
with the bar size.

So the gold travelled
with the rifles.

Four bars and one rifle
to each case.

I believe they were deposited
with Colin Foyle on this date.

The same date as the first
Goliath disappearance.

Aye.

You really think Goliath was
a client of Colin Foyle's?

Lauren Fitzpatrick confirmed it.

He's dead, Niamh.

Keenan is, aye.

Well, why don't you
bring it up with him?

Tom, you need to have a look at this
information request from the FBI.

What's that?

It's, erm...

It's the connections between
the Goliath and Foyle cases, sir.

I thought I made myself clear.

The man's dead, Niamh.
End of story.

This has connections
to the Foyle case, sir,

and by not looking into that we are making
a choice that I just don't understand.

Well, then, let's you
and me have another talk.

Birdy. How's it going?

Grand. That was the DCI's
daughter, wasn't it?

No. Aye, it was.

Please, just don't tell anyone.

I won't. Just between you
and the boss. I get it.

Oh, my God.
We're going to tell him later.

Oh, he is going to... I know.

Shame. I enjoyed working with you!

I told you what Lauren Fitzpatrick
said, sir, and...

...there's circumstantial
evidence to suggest

the possibility of an insider.

What? Knowing the location
of the safe house, for one.

Robert Dardis had a phone.

Whoever threw the petrol bomb
just happened to avoid our cameras.

Yeah, well, from what I hear there's
a bloody great fence in the way.

The search for Dardis is stone-cold,
sir. Stop right there. Just stop.

Jackie's favourite subject.

"Let's work as a team
and do it my way."

Where were you?

I just went out for a look
at the storage facility.

Did you find anything?

Tom! Get in here!

Don't worry, Birdy. I'll be OK.

Now listen to me, the pair of yous.
You're as bad as each other.

You keep wanting to go after the paramilitaries
and you're on the hunt for the fucking bogeyman.

Those are two different
things entirely.

Lauren Fitzpatrick could be lying
about the IRA. Well, she's not.

I put feelers out to some contacts that
I still have on that side of the fence.

I met with them this morning

and safe to say
they're nowhere near this.

Don't you think you should have kept
us in the loop about that, sir?

For the love of God, I am not
trying to work against you, Niamh.

All I'm trying to do
is point out to you

that the solution is jumping up
and down in front of your faces.

There are two people
presenting themselves as

prime suspects in the
murder of Colin Foyle.

Robert Dardis and Olivia Foyle have
been filleted, glazed and put on a plate.

You're absolutely right, sir.

We're just lacking
that one wee thing, erm...

...evidence. Don't get sarky with me.

There's not much we can do about
Dardis, if we can't find him.

The more Olivia Foyle is
out there, the more chance

she'll slip up, if she's
guilty. Oh, she's guilty.

Don't you worry about that.

No.

TEXT ALERT

Jesus!

Who the hell, are you?
I didn't mean to frighten you.

At least not yet.

Oh, I was feeling
the effects of jet lag.

I'm calling the police.
I wouldn't do that, Olivia.

They always say it's worse when
you travel east, the jet lag.

This...

This is a great mattress.

Just firm enough.

Not the kind that sucks you in,
swallows you whole,

like you're being buried
in concrete.

Tell me who you are.

Oh.

Ryan Savage.

Go on. Shake my hand.

What are you doing here?

I'm the guy who owns the gold.

Let's go for a drive.
My car is at the bottom of the hill.

If you want to stay alive.

What are you taking
all that down for?

Cos denial is easier.

What?

Why are we so afraid
to talk about Goliath, Birdy?

Is it because we're afraid
he'll never go away?

He's dead.

Hmm.

Isn't he?

You seeing Izzy?

Did Judith tell you?

No, I heard it from Constable Scott
down in evidence. Constable...

I'm guessing the boss doesn't know.

Uh...

Can I be there when you tell him?
No.

No.

A word of advice when it
comes to confronting him.

OK, please, just no more jokes.

Be more confident.

He knows you're a highly
capable officer. He likes you.

Have faith in yourself.

Thanks. No, I'm kidding.
You're fucked!

This one's not been used since the
heating on this floor was banjaxed.

It's probably full of crap.

Thanks, Judith.

And keep it to yourself, please.

Sarge. Not like you did with Birdy.

Sarge.

Great.

Titanic Centre.

I'm pleased to be ticking
this one off while I'm here.

Hey, you know what they say
about the Titanic, don't you?

It was fine when it left.

I was going to say, built by
the Irish, sunk by the English,

but I like yours better.

Shall we go in? My shout.

Do you really own all this gold?

Dad does. I'm here to collect.

Well, you don't seem
to be in much of a hurry.

Well, because you're going
to tell me where it is.

I don't know where it is.

I find that hard to believe.

Honestly, I don't.

I looked at every time Colin Foyle
came and went from the storage facility.

This is the first time he moves
his belongings there,

around the time
they bought the new house.

A box like that could
easily hide a rifle case.

Sir, he visits a handful
of times, always on his own.

This is the 6th of February.

Yeah, well that briefcase
looks heavy.

The gold bar going
to Lauren Fitzpatrick? Yeah.

The next time he visits
is on the 9th.

This time he arrives with a suitcase
that looks easy to handle.

And then he wheels it back out
nearly ten minutes later,

only now it looks like
it weighs a ton. Oh, my God.

He's never going to get that
in the car on his own.

Do we have any footage of
the vehicle that he was using?

Not from their cameras,
but I requested the footage

for that evening
from a neighbouring warehouse.

And I found this.

Colin Foyle and Robert Dardis.

Using a different car.

I checked it.
It's from Dardis' employer's fleet.

It's a silver Mercedes.
Must have taken it out for the job.

Very good work, Birdy.

Let's explore all
surveillance opportunities

from that warehouse outwards.

See if you can pick up the direction
the car was heading in.

Sir, of course.

My family sent eight bars of gold
to this country.

The gold never reached
the people we sent it to

and the man tasked
with receiving it disappeared.

We always thought they cut and run,
put greed before the armed struggle

and fled to one of them places where the
drinks are more expensive than the rent boys.

Huh.

But, two years ago...

...those two men were found in a hole
on an island near here,

and, only recently, we get a call
to say that the gold has turned up

in your husband's possession.

Well, you have to believe me.
I don't know where it is.

Uh-huh.

But your husband did.

Well, I wasn't privy
to my husband's secrets.

Oh, that's funny.

You strike me as the
kind of woman that would

know every single thing
her husband was up to.

So Dardis and Colin Foyle
are in this together.

Goes against what Jackie
is thinking about the wife.

Dardis could be working
for both of them.

She's no grieving widow.

She's raging.

Because she's been
cut out of the gold.

Does give her a motive.

To kill in the name of revenge.

Aye, but she'd argue
it gives her deniability

because she couldn't
possibly have known what

was going on between
Dardis and her husband.

What is she playing at?

Let's go back to the car.

No.

Really?

I'm going to find your gold. How?

I'm already looking
and I have help.

Who?

A detective.

You hired a detective?

Well, no, not as such.

I don't follow.

He's in the police.

You're working with a dirty cop?

No, he's investigating
my husband's murder.

Uh-huh?

And he found one bar of gold

in a house belonging
to a client of Colin's.

The jeweller.

Yeah. Keep going.

Well, the detective, he, erm...

...he suggested he might like to
find more gold, but for himself...

...and I told him I'd be able
to help him do that.

So what's the deal
when you find the gold?

Deal?

Yeah. What split did you agree on?

We'll see.

Are you fucking him?

I can give you and your poontangled
cop until the end of the week.

Why do you even need it?

Huh?

I mean, if you're from this...

...big American crime family,

I mean, you've got to be
worth God knows how much.

Why do you need these
eight bars of gold?

A penny less than a million
is no longer a million, Mrs Foyle.

I'm here to look after the pennies.

"Almost all of the passengers
who ended up in the ocean

"died of cardiac arrest
or other bodily reactions

"to the freezing water...

..."within 15 to 30 minutes."

Imagine dying like that.

Colin Foyle's former clients,
that is to say the clients

he represented from the moment
he was qualified

who were no longer with him
at the time of his murder,

due to death or severed connections.

The DCS is in there, obviously, and
I've separated out those individuals

who may have been of interest
to us at any point.

Great. Good work, Birdy.

Sir.

Jesus. There's such
a thing as trying too hard.

What?

Boss?

Where is he? He's here.

You led us to believe that the
only reason you were shutting down

other lines of inquiry
into the Foyle murder

was to keep some kind
of political status quo,

while all the while
you had your own agenda.

That's not... Explain this!

My office.

Niamh.

What's going on? He'll tell you.

We briefly ran Colin Foyle
as an intelligence source.

What?

Foyle was a CHIS.

Why weren't we told?

I was working in Belfast.

We were investigating a fuel
smuggler called Hugo McNamara,

who we suspected of moving
into human trafficking.

It was around 2008, or thereabouts.

We needed a local corrupt accountant
to push on to McNamara

and I put Foyle's name forward.

We came at him hard with his
connection to the Irish Savings Bank raids,

and he agreed to work for us,

and the information that he passed
to us led to McNamara's arrest.

And you were the arresting officer?
That's what it says.

So you didn't sever ties
with Colin Foyle in 2006.

As a client and an acquaintance,
yes, I did.

But as an investigating officer, no.

I was in touch with him
during the McNamara operation.

And you don't think that has
implications for what we're doing now, sir?

Well, what's to tell you? That he was a
bent accountant? We knew that already.

Then why keep it from us?
You protect the source, Tom.

Word gets out that Foyle
was an informant, you risk

the lives of his extended
family. You know that.

But we are your detectives, sir.

Look...

...when McNamara was arrested,
there was a lot of heat around Foyle

so we eased back on using him.

And as far as I can gather,

contact with him dried up
over the next few years.

I can't be specific.
I was promoted out.

Well, what about McNamara?
What happened to him?

He had a good lawyer.
He only did six years.

Kept his hand in several
businesses around...

...Castle well an.

I have no idea
where the man is now.

Can you believe that?

I, erm...

I don't know what to think any
more.

It's hard to take orders from
someone if there's no trust.

The ANPR team found the silver
Mercedes on the night of the ninth

on the road to the
Royal Down Yacht Club.

Presumably it's Dardis and Foyle.

If the gold can come in by boat,
it could go out by boat.

Take Judith up there.

I'll go see Olivia Foyle

and find out if Colin ever spoke
to her about McNamara. Sir.

Good work, Birdy.

Sir. Uh-oh.

Everything OK?

Izzy is bringing a friend
home for dinner.

Apparently I have to be
on my best behaviour.

They should be so lucky.

Those files you sent over.

Have you heard of
the name Hugo McNamara? No.

He was one of Colin's clients
about 15 years ago.

He had some businesses
around Castle well an.

The first business is down there
somewhere. Just can't make it out.

Wait a minute.

It's a disused iron mine.

A mine?

No. Colin was claustrophobic.

There's no way you'd find him
down a mine.

Well, we're here now,
we may as well have a look.

Are we OK?

Yeah, course.

If there's gold in there...

...I'll find it.

PADLOCK SMASHES

DOOR CREAKS

PHONE RINGS

Sorry.

I have to take this.
It's my son.

Hello?

Hold on, I'm just moving to get
reception.

Can you hear me?

Find it yet?

I only saw you this morning.

I like to stay on top of people.

Yeah, well,
you told me I had the week.

I did. And you did.
But, you know...

My old man gets impatient.

And, honestly, so do I.

I'm close. I'm working on it.

With your partner in crime?
Mm-hm.

Uh-huh.

I sure hope it works out, Olivia.

WATER DRIPS

This is your husband's
handwriting, yeah?

Yeah.

Good place to keep your
illegal paperwork.

He wasn't that claustrophobic
after all.

Is the gold here, Tom?

It's just books. It's just books.

Anyone remember Dardis or Foyle?

No-one's been seen who matches their
description. No car, either.

What about Olivia Foyle?
Did you ask about her?

Not yet, but the club secretary is
waiting for us inside.

SEAGULLS CRY

Cheers, Tiny. Sarge.

Give me a hand with this.

Right, sir.

Sir?

Did you find anything out
about McNamara?

She's keeping her cards very close
to her chest.

Must be losing your touch. Ha.

Or she's lying to you.

She was at the yacht club two
days ago.

Did she speak to anyone?

The club secretary.

Said she was looking for a boat
for her boyfriend.

He said he couldn't help her.

Her boyfriend?
She's talking about Dardis?

My first thought, too.

There was someone with her,

but they managed to stay out of
camera view the whole time.

And as for the boats,

most of them are out of
the water this time of year,

and of the two that set sail in
the last 48 hours,

neither left the Lough.

Romeo.

Stop. Sorry.

The officer on duty
at the Dardis house

said her neighbour gave him this.

It's footage from
the neighbour's doorbell camera,

the night the petrol bomb
was thrown.

ANSWERPHONE: Hello. Hi, I...

ANSWERPHONE: It's Izzy.
Leave a wee message.

Um...

I didn't, I didn't, um,

I just didn't want to do this
in a message. Um...

Um... We can't... I can't meet your
dad tonight.

We... Something's just come up
at work

and it's just stressful, you know,

and it's just not the right time.

I...

I'm sorry.

I know you'll be upset, and I'll...

I'll make it up to you.
And I...

Look, I'll talk to you...

I'll talk to you a bit later,
OK?

All right, I love...

Sir.

I know we don't have enough
evidence yet,

but I'm worried that leaving
Olivia Foyle on

a long leash is a big mistake.

It's all we can do.

What if she runs?
Or does something else?

I already...

I fucked up with Dardis.

Another mistake
and my job's on the line.

Is there any way we can bring
her in?

I understand what you're
going through.

I do.

But we have to hold firm
until we get what we need.

Niamh...

Your job's not on the line.

I won't allow that.

Thanks, sir.

What are you doing in here?

Judith owed me one.

She let me in.

Showed me what you were up to.

No. You need to go.

I'm not mucking about, Birdy.

Jackie didn't send you, did he?
No.

PHONE BUZZES

Go, Birdy!

BUZZING CONTINUES

SHE SIGHS

SEAGULLS CRY

I never sent...

KNOCKING ON DOOR

I'm sorry. I cancelled dinner.

Are you mad?

I do want to tell him, I just...
Birdy.

No, I do, I just...
I just can't right now.

Do I not get a say in this?

It's to do with work.

Show me. What?

Well, show me the work that means

that we can't tell my daddy
about us.

No, I can't.

Jesus Christ, Birdy.

Do you not think that
I've seen this all before?

What? The toll that this job takes
on you lot.

The fact that... The fact that
you can't open up about

a single thing that you do.

No, it's... It's not that
I can't open...

I thought that you and me
were going to be different.

I thought that we were going to
share stuff and...

And talk more truthfully, like.

And we can, and I want to talk.
I just...

I...

My God.

I was hoping that you were starting
to think about us like an "us".

I am. If this is going too fast,
Birdy, you have to let me know.

No, I don't... I don't...
Do you know what it is?

Enough.

HE PANTS

You're not supposed to be driving.

So arrest me.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

Do I need a reason to see you?

You weren't so friendly earlier.

Oh, poor Tom.
Are you always this needy?

I need a shower.

SHOWER WATER RUNS

WOOD CLUNKS

SHOWER CONTINUES

Find everything all right?

I'd say this view never gets old.
Huh.

Hmm.

An email has come through from
your step-children.

Huh. Have they a new nickname
for me yet?

It's a document that Colin added
to his will on the day he died.

What is it?

They couldn't make sense of it.
Neither can I.

I don't get it. What?

Well, this is the graveyard
where Colin is buried.

Are you sure?

Yeah, I had to look at it enough.

But that's not his grave.

Why would Colin give this
to his solicitor the day he died?

The gold.

We'll take my car.

Yeah.

CAR STARTS

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

SIREN WAILS

89...

76...

98...

97. It's here.

Well, of course it's here.

LEAVES RUSTLE

SPADE HITS METAL

SHE GRUNTS

SHE LAUGHS

One, two, four, five, seven.

That's all of them.

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

PHONE CHIMES

SIRENS WAIL IN THE DISTANCE

KNOCKING ON WINDOW

ELECTRIC WINDOW ROLLS

What are you doing here, Birdy?

I followed you.

Unlock the door.

DOOR SLAMS SHUT

Why did you follow me?

I saw the video...

...of you leaving the alleyway
behind the Dardis house.

You threw the petrol bomb.

Why didn't you show it
to anyone else?

How...? How do you know I didn't?

Because everyone would be here.

There's other things.

You using my log in to check on
the silver Mercedes two days ago.

Maybe the footprints by
the safe house.

There's stuff that seemed... strange
or...

...like there might have been
an insider.

This makes sense of that.

Uh-huh.

And what is this?

Go on, Birdy.

What do you think you've seen here?

Um, you're looking for the gold.

You just found it.

Why would I be looking for the gold?

You think it's yours.
And why is that?

Why do I think the gold is mine?

I don't know.

Yes, you do.

I don't want to say.

You need to tell me
what's on your mind.

No.

What?

Keep your hands where
I can see them.

Does this mean...

...you killed Rob Dardis?

Colin Foyle? No.

That wasn't me.

Are you going to kill me?

Cos if you are, will you make sure
my body's been found?

Don't hide my body, please.

Seriously, sir. For my ma, like.
HE SOBS

I wasn't expecting this.

I wasn't expecting you.

Fuck's sake, Birdy.
Why did you have to be here?

What the fuck am I supposed
to do now?

I don't know. I'm sorry, sir.

Are you going to...?
Are you going to kill me?

I don't want to kill you, Birdy.

But what happens now?

I-I... I can drive away.
I won't tell anyone.

It would be like it never happened.
And why would you do that?

Because...

SHOUTS: Huh? Because...

You see?

You're as trapped as I am.

It's tempting, though, you know?

The fact that...

...I could just stop.

Now.

End it here with you.

But I've got Izzy.

Aye.
HE SNIFFS

What...? What would happen to her?

I don't know.

She's strong, like. Aye.

But she needs you.

She needs her da.

Did you need your da, Birdy?

I wish, I wish I had him.

I lost him when I was younger.

He was killed,
he was killed on duty.

I know, son.

TOM SIGHS DEEPLY

This is us, then.

Stuck.

One of us is going to have to make
the move eventually.

There's something I should
tell you.

What?

What is it?

I've been...

Jesus, Birdy, spit it out!

ENGINE STARTS
What are you doing?

Tom Brannick, I am arresting you...
Birdy, turn that engine off now.

...for the murder of Robert Dardis.
No, you are not.

You do not have to say anything...
Birdy.

...but I must caution you.
No. Don't, no.

Detective Constable Bird,
I am ordering you.

...rely on in court.
Birdy, please don't do this!

It may harm your defence.
Anything...

SHOUTS: Don't do this, son.
Don't fucking do this. Jesus!

GUNSHOTS

GUNSHOTS

It's your gun, Tom.

GUNSHOT

And it's got your DNA all over it.

SHOUTS: Birdy!