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Detectives continue to investigate the case

of two migrant stowaways, one of whom died

whilst being smuggled across the border in a fuel tanker.

- Can you move closer? - Yes, sir.

There's our driver.

REGAN: He's burnt to a crisp.

I'm sorry to inform you, your husband, Fred, was found dead this morning.

- Oh, my God! - What's going on?

It's your dad, love.

The tanker arrived and he tell us to get inside.

We say it's too dangerous, there is fuel inside.

- Murphy picks us up in his van. - What make of van? Colour?

- White. - What can you remember about it?

Football boots on the mirror, and he had a knife.

- It's warm in here. - He'll have left the heating on.

He was always doing that at home. It drove Mum mad.

- REGAN: And you are? - David Duggan.

This is about those migrants, right?

Those men shouldn't have been inside that tanker.

These people need to be stopped from coming into Ireland in the first place.

Fred was due to make nine deliveries that day,

and one here up in the North at PPL, which is a horticultural processor.

Nicola Patterson's husband runs this business.

We're investigating the death of the delivery driver Fred Murray

and the refugee found inside his vehicle.

You say "refugee", I say "illegal migrant".

We found this scratched on the inside of the tanker.

It means "God forgive me".

- 'He's lying.' - There's a third man.

There was something nagging me about Samir's interview, now I know what.

- Mum? - (SCREAMS)

Utility room, now!

Philip? Help! Quick!

♪ There's a ghost screaming over the river

♪ It's a sound only clear to the sinners

♪ So we know what to do, what to do

♪ So we know what to do, what to do

♪ Pay the Devil his due

♪ Pay the Devil his due ♪

She's in here, sir.

SAMIR: He was wearing a mask.

BOYD: Won't be a second. ELLIE: I'm scared.

- Anyone hurt? - No.

Thank God.

This isn't on.

This is Minister Adam Mason. This is Detective Regan.

Don't you have a Christian name?

- I'm not Christian. - A first name, then?

You don't know me well enough to call me anything other than Detective Regan.

Sorry.

ROSIE: Where are you taking him?

BOYD: He's just got a few questions to answer.

I'm not happy about leaving you here on your own.

We're not on our own!

That patrol car is going to be sitting there all night.

- All the same. - No, don't you see?

This is what they want - to intimidate us.

But we don't scare easily, do we?

No.

So you go and you do what you have to do.

- (CAR DOOR SLAMS) - And be gentle with him.

- He was great with the kids. - OK.

(CAR DOOR SLAMS)

Where were you the morning that Fred was murdered?

What?

You said you'd be here first thing but you didn't get here till gone midday.

- I had stuff to do. - What stuff?

What's this about?

I gave you an alibi.

I lied to the police for you.

I had to go to the site for a meeting with a client.

All right?

I didn't kill Fred, as much as I would've liked to.

(SIGHS) OK.

I believe you.

Come here.

Everything's gonna be all right.

OK?

BOYD: Samir, I'm gonna be honest with you.

I took you into my house, and you haven't told me the truth.

We know you lied to us about a third person being in the tanker with you.

If you're found guilty of assisting a fugitive,

you could go to prison and then be deported.

Forget about getting asylum here again.

If, however, you cooperate, the CPS have agreed

they will not pursue charges.

You may still be deported

but that decision will rest with the immigration service.

If someone out there has a gun, we need to know about it.

Tell us about Hasan.

SAMIR: 'We met in the detention centre.

'He saw me and Jamal talking to Murphy.'

He asked if he could join us.

He was in the Afghan army, so he could protect us.

BOYD: 'What else do you know about him?'

Um...

His wife and daughter live in England.

They escaped Kabul two years ago, but he was caught.

The Taliban tortured him.

(SCRAPING)

SAMIR: 'It was Hasan that wrote our names.'

(IN ARABIC)

(BANGING)

What did you do?

I did nothing.

Hasan, he did it.

Help is coming! Do you hear?

Hasan!

Stop!

If you shoot in here, we all die.

FRED: Come back! Come back here!

You fucker, come back!

Everything else I told you before is the truth.

I swear on God.

From what Samir says, Hasan was ex-army, Fred was no match.

He took his gun, shot him and made a run for it.

Let's get the dog unit out there, see if we can pick up his trail.

There's a chance he could be hiding in an abandoned farm or something.

Yes, sir. Shall we make it public?

Not yet. We don't have enough to start spooking the locals.

This is still only a hunch.

Besides, we don't have any photo ID of Hasan to circulate.

Without that, every person of colour in a 50-mile radius

- is gonna get reported to us. - (KNOCK ON DOOR)

- SHAKIR: Excuse me, sir. - CASEY: Constable?

Checking Fred Murray's phone record.

The last call he made on his regular phone was the night before.

- Who did he call? - Shane Gibbons.

That's Mandy Murray's decorator boyfriend.

Oh, he does more than decorating.

I spoke with your colleague, Garda Detective Brady.

Shane was questioned about that armed robbery

near Dundalk two years ago, but was released without charge.

There you are.

That proves this collaboration between us is really working.

- Don't you agree, detective? - Let's not go there, sir.

I can certainly tell Councillor Patterson when I see her.

She's asked for an urgent meeting.

I'd like to attend that meeting

as the representative of An Garda Siochana.

Thank you for your offer, detective,

but that might only serve to throw fuel on the fire.

Ay, that's why she wants to go.

I spoke to Mandy. Shane's working on a house in Clonamore.

- I know the way. - Boyd.

Your family... Are they OK?

Yeah.

- Thanks for asking. - Good.

- That way. - Thanks, Jim.

DI Regan. DCI Boyd.

We're looking for Shane Gibbons.

- Join the club. - He's not here?

Meant to be. Probably too busy shagging one of his girlfriends.

- More than one? - So the lads here reckon.

Look, I'd fire his arse, but I don't like messing with him.

He knows people, you know?

- He has a past. - MAN: Boss?

- Give me a minute. - Yeah, we know.

Was he here last Saturday morning?

- No. - You seem very sure.

He missed a meeting with the client.

Didn't rock up till the afternoon.

But, er... speak of the devil!

Suspect male, age 25, driving a black Renault van

licence number one, two, Lima, 0, one, two, nine, nine.

Driving north on the R81. Could be armed.

He's heading for the border.

- Left. - Right.

We're in the North so I'm SIO. Turn left, that's an order.

Regan!

I know someone who suffers from the same issues as you, Regan.

- Maybe you two should talk? - Look up ahead. I told you!

I could report you for insubordination.

You can't, I'm not a police officer here.

Then I'll give you a speeding ticket. There, he's turning in. Go, turn!

REGAN: All right, hold tight.

Get out!

Hands behind your back! Get on the ground!

On the ground. Hands behind your back, now.

Shane Gibbons, you're under arrest.

You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence

if you fail to mention something when questioned

which you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say can be given in evidence.

- What issues? - What?

You said I had issues like someone you know.

She's also uncooperative, defiant and hostile,

especially to those in authority.

Difference is she's my daughter and she's only 14.

BOYD: Where were you on Saturday morning?

I was working at Mandy's mother's house.

- The whole morning? - Yes.

What were you doing the evening before?

Helping her mother move some furniture so we could decorate.

- What time was that? - From about seven till nine.

We have CCTV of your van on the Monaghan road

at 8:19pm.

I must've got me times wrong.

BOYD: That's the road to Fred Murray's flat, isn't it?

Is it?

Fred called you two hours before. Why?

He wanted my advice on getting back with Mandy's mother.

What did you tell him?

I told him forget about it. She's moved on.

Did he tell you what he was doing the next day?

No.

You were questioned about the armed robbery in Dundalk two years ago.

The same gun used to kill Fred was also used in that attack.

Did you supply Fred with that same gun?

No comment.

Fred was worried things were going to go wrong.

You were the only person he knew could get hold of a weapon.

That's what you were doing that evening, wasn't it?

- Delivering a gun to Fred. - No comment.

Are you having an affair with Bridget Murray?

May I remind you, detective, she has no jurisdiction here

and therefore cannot ask questions.

You're right. Apologies.

Are you having an affair with Bridget Murray?

No comment.

Lucky guess?

No. The way those two look at each other.

The amount of time they spend together while Mandy was at work.

- It all added up. - Hm.

And it gives Shane a motive to kill Fred.

Payday for lover boy!

Ssh.

Can I help?

Sure. (CHUCKLES)

I asked the kids, but suddenly they're busy. Here.

Can I make confession, Mr Boyd?

Of course. Call me Philip.

I have sinned.

Well, the Bible tells us

that whoever conceals their sins will not prosper.

But he who confesses and renounces them will find mercy.

I'm the murderer you're looking for.

Samir, before you say anything else...

I killed Jamal.

I made him get inside the tanker.

He didn't want to go.

He was scared.

It's my fault he's dead.

Hey.

Sit.

It's not your fault, OK?

You did what you thought was right.

It's the people who put you in the tanker that you should blame.

And when we find them, we're gonna punish them.

I promise you. OK?

Do you want to come to church with us on Sunday?

Say a prayer for Jamal?

That's settled.

You know, I need to get some more paint remover.

You want to come to the shop?

Right, hop in.

You driving?

At home, we drive on the right.

Well, the left here.

- What is he doing? - He does this sometimes.

Wanders off into his own world.

I've heard him talking to himself.

He's a Bible thumper, they all do that.

SHAKIR: Some of the other detectives call him The Preacher Man.

Is that so?

There's a scent trail heading towards that tree and then it stops.

Tell them to go further into the field.

We need to determine in which direction Hasan went.

I don't take orders from a Guard.

Guard or woman?

I've no problem taking orders from women, even from your sort.

My sort? You mean those lesbians you jerk off to online?

Ay, yeah. Hm!

BOYD: Don't bother sending the dog into the field.

- Why not? - Hasan left this way.

BOYD: See these tyre marks? They're freshly made.

You can tell by the imprint in the muck

the vehicle was travelling in that direction

We don't get many tyre marks in the muck in Dublin so I'll take your word for it.

Meaning the vehicle was the wrong side of the road. Now...

Come on over here.

You see? On this barrel?

Paint?

Fresh paint. From a vehicle also heading this way.

OK, so...?

So, instead of running away on foot,

what if Hasan waits for Murphy to show,

then uses the gun to hijack his van to escape?

But Hasan is from Afghanistan

so he naturally drives on the righthand side of the road.

He doesn't realise his mistake until an oncoming vehicle

forces him to swerve over here, losing control momentarily

and scrapes the paintwork of the van right here.

OK, I could buy your theory but for one issue.

That paint is not white.

Samir said Murphy's van is white.

- It looks white to me. - It's silver.

Constable, what do you think?

It's white?

SHAKIR: Hm...

- Silvery white? - Really?

I doubt any of this is relevant.

Take a sample to the lab, just in case.

Yes, sir. I have a question, sir.

If Hasan was trying so hard to get into the North,

why would he drive this way back into the South?

Good question, constable!

Thank you ma'am.

Quit ganging up on me, you two. Both of you.

Sir? We've found the route on Fred Murray's satnav

that isn't in his delivery itinerary, in the North, about ten miles from here.

They won't find any migrants in there.

Where you coming from, sir, and where you going to?

- Mind your own business! - Excuse me?

- You've no right to demand that. - Actually, she does

under the Justice and Security Act of Northern Ireland.

Step out of the car, both of you.

- Now! - OK, OK, OK.

Sorry, sir.

She's with me. Unfortunately.

COUNCILLOR PATTERSON: What the hell?!

A brick through a window is old school.

What makes me really angry is seeing my party's name

scrawled on a wall like graffiti.

Sends out the wrong message!

It was him that done that, not me.

I want to talk to him.

Now, then, how is my favourite team?

BOYD: This is the area that was in Fred's satnav.

REGAN: No house name or number?

No, just this road.

It's nine miles long.

It could take all day, we don't know what we're looking for.

(♪ TRADITIONAL SYRIAN MUSIC PLAYING)

Plus, I have to listen to this noise.

That's traditional music from Syria. Samir put me on to it.

Jesus! You'll be adopting him next.

(LAUGHS, CLEARS HIS THROAT)

Stop the car, there's stuff there.

(MUSIC STOPS)

That's a lot of recycling for one household.

Yeah.

If you were living a long way from home for months on end,

doing backbreaking work for little or no money,

you might get homesick for your favourite food.

Yeah.

REGAN: Smell that? Someone's cooking.

Hello?

Hello? Police!

Police! Anyone here?

- You can't use that. - I'm not going in without it.

(DOOR CREAKING)

Come out with your hands where I can see them.

- (GASPS) - It's OK, OK.

It's OK.

Police. Police. It's OK.

Where are you taking her?

We've a special unit for pregnant women.

She'll stay there while her asylum application goes through the process.

Thanks.

Sir. I checked with the Land Registry.

This farm is owned by Patterson Processing Limited.

- They're a fruit company. - Let's go.

(SIRENS BLARING)

- Quick, let's go. - Yes, sir.

They're on the way in. Yes! They're outside my bloody door!

Put the phone down. Step away from the computer now!

What's all this about? I've done nothing wrong.

Bill Patterson, you're under arrest for the suspected assisting

of unlawful immigration into the UK under the Modern Slavery Act, 2015.

'You don't have to say anything, but it may harm your defence

'if you don't mention something which you later rely on in court.

'Anything you do say, can be used...'

None of this would've happened if you hadn't hired that idiot driver.

It's not my fault you can't find enough workers.

You voted for Brexit.

Right, then, how are we looking?

OK.

(GROANS)

Good to see you, Billy!

Talk to the gang-masters. They find the workers, not me.

So, not you or your wife?

I told you, Nicola is not involved in the business. She just rents a space here.

So, while she's busy with her politics,

you make full use of the migrants - for business and pleasure?

I don't know what you mean.

When we spoke to the Filipino woman in the house,

the one who told us she was pregnant with your child.

It's not mine. She swore to me.

Shit!

OK, Billy Boy, here's the deal.

We'll leave you to tell Nicola the happy news about the wee babby,

if you tell us who's been supplying you with illegal workers.

David Duggan.

Who'd have thought a well-educated marketing man in a suit

would be a people trafficker?

You want me to bring him in?

Let's get a positive ID from Samir first, then we'll arrest him.

How did you know about Patterson and the Filipino woman?

- That was a lucky guess. - Detective Boyd?

You can add sexual exploitation to his charge sheet.

With pleasure.

By the way, I've found a place for Samir in Belfast.

Take him off your hands.

Should be sorted by the end of the week.

Thanks.

You're not still working?

- No, I'm done. I'm done. - Another cuppa?

Sure.

When are they collecting him?

Sunday. After church.

The kids are gonna miss him.

- Me too. - Yeah?

I was thinking... maybe he could stay longer.

How much longer?

As long it takes to have his asylum application considered?

Sure, that could take months. Years even.

Yeah.

Are you serious?

Regan gave me the idea.

Well, then, she can take him in.

(SCOFFS) I doubt anyone could live with her.

And after the other night?

I'm not so sure everyone would be so welcoming.

- I know, but like you said... - (CHILDREN LAUGHING NEARBY)

..sure we don't scare easily.

(SAMIR, CHILDREN LAUGHING)

(ROSIE LAUGHS)

I think that's your answer.

ROSIE: Everything all right?

- Can you stop? - Thank you.

- Stop! - ROSIE: Daniel!

I think he's nervous about seeing that man again.

Could you not do it at the station,

behind glass or something?

He wants to do it this way. At least it speeds things up.

- When are you gonna tell him? - Let's save it till tonight.

- Tell him as a family? - Yeah.

BOYD: There he is. Do you recognise him?

Can we get closer?

Yeah.

- Lost something? - Aye.

A knife.

Oh, no.

BOYD: Is that the man with the white van? Is that Murphy?

Are you sure?

- What's wrong? - Ssh.

Mr Duggan, good morning.

A few more questions for you, if you wouldn't mind answering them.

Do you two think that I have nothing better to do?

BOYD: What are you doing? Stop! What are you doing?

REGAN: Samir, no!

(HANDCUFFS CLICKING)

BOYD: I should have seen it coming.

- We both should. - Samir!

You know what's gonna happen to you now?

They'll deport you. I don't understand.

I did it for Jamal. An eye for an eye.

Just put him in.

An eye for an eye.

That's a quote from your favourite book, isn't it?

BOYD: Nice house! Duggan did well out of trafficking.

- Yup. - One white van.

Bingo!

No sign of damage or retouching.

Told you it wasn't white paint.

Yeah.

That'll be the knife Samir was talking about.

At least we found my graffiti artist.

BOYD: So, the good news is, we've found our traffickers.

We've passed the file on to the Border Management Unit in the South,

who will follow up.

However, we still have a missing migrant who is possibly armed

and is our main suspect in the murder of Fred Murray.

What's the latest on forensics?

The spray cans found in Duggan's garage

matches the paint used to vandalise your home.

However, the paint found on the barrel at the crime scene

is not white, it's silver, from a Hyundai car

manufactured some time between 2016 and 2022.

OK. Ring any bells, anyone?

Shakir.

OK, search all Hyundai owners

in that timeframe living in or around the border.

- Yes, sir. - OK, so...

We have three main suspects with a motive to murder Fred.

Hasan.

(CRIES OUT)

Hasan ambushes Fred. Remember, Hasan is ex-army.

(GUNSHOT)

BOYD: Does he then burn the body?

Suspect number two, Shane Gibbons.

Shane visited Fred the night before.

CCTV disproves his account of his whereabouts.

He loaned Fred the gun so when Fred got in trouble,

the first person he phoned was Shane.

(CRIES OUT)

(GUNSHOT)

Fred knew too much.

Shane burns his body, drives away with Hasan in his van and drops him somewhere.

And Duggan?

Same scenario, only he calls Duggan instead of Shane.

What about the paint on the barrel?

Perhaps Regan is right - it has nothing to do with this investigation.

"Regan is right." Can I get that in writing?

So, of our three suspects,

the migrant's on the run, decorator's saying nothing

and the fuel fella's in hospital with stab wounds.

Meanwhile, there's little or no forensics to pin the murder on any of one them.

- That is correct. - We need better, Philip.

Councillor Patterson's friends have been busy again.

BOYD: "Irish not welcome."

"UFP" At least they didn't draw a penis.

We're missing something obvious.

On that we can agree.

(♪ CONGREGATION SINGING "ABIDE WITH ME")

♪ Abide with me... ♪

This past week has seen terrible tragedy in our community.

And while our politicians argue about what to do, people are dying.

They shouldn't be here in the first place!

- That's not the point. - No one asked them to come!

When we do catch them, we put them up in hotels.

- Yes, but... - Oh, God no.

For pity's sake, show some compassion.

These people are desperate. Some of them are fleeing war and famine.

Remind you of anywhere?

You'd think we, of all people, could relate to that.

That was so embarrassing!

Come on!

- Well, I'm proud of you. - OK.

- Sorry, Adam. - Don't be.

In fact, you've inspired me for next week's Sunday sermon.

Is that so?

The parable of the good Samaritan.

ROSIE: You might need to borrow Phil's flak jacket.

Adam, can you give Rosie and the kids a lift home?

(PHONE RINGING)

I was asleep.

Do you remember the parable of the good Samaritan?

What's this, fucking Sunday school?

'A man is walking from Jerusalem to Jericho'

when he gets attacked by robbers and left for dead.

- Who is it? - Preacher Man.

- Not you, too? - Cut to the chase, Boyd.

OK, so two people walk straight past him ignoring his plight.

They don't care.

But then a good person full of love and compassion walks by

'and saves him.

- 'He's the good Samaritan.' - So?

'We've been focusing our attention on the bad people instead of the good people.'

And in our story, there's only one good person.

(POWER TOOL WHIRRING)

BOYD: Fred was a fool, but he wasn't evil.

When things went wrong that day,

he called the only medically trained person he could trust to help.

REGAN: There. 10:15, leaving halfway through her shift.

That gives her enough time to reach the border.

I reckon there's medical gear in that bag. Shift to the staff carpark?

Silver Hyundai! You were right.

- Can I have that in writing? - She'll be at her mother's.

- Let's go and arrest her. - Wait.

- I reckon she's not there. - Where is she?

Remember when we brought her to Fred's flat, she was texting?

She wasn't texting work.

She was warning someone that we were on our way.

'That's why the heating was on.'

Someone was staying in the flat, someone who's been hiding from us.

(GROANS)

That's healing nicely.

Thank you.

(DOORBELL)

Shit!

You need to go into the other room. You need to hide now.

Hi. Sorry, I was asleep on the sofa there.

- It's been a long shift. - Can we come in?

I'm really knackered. Can we talk another time?

No.

- Is there someone else here? - No.

We know you went to help your father the day he was murdered.

We also believe you're harbouring a suspect

wanted in connection with that murder, and who may be armed.

We want to help you, Mandy.

We can either do it the cool and calm way

or we can call the armed response unit and believe me, they don't do calm and cool.

Da called me at work.

Mandy, it's your da. Says he's been calling you.

Six calls from an unknown number. Have you got a new phone, Dad?

I need help, love. People are dying here.

I got there just as Hasan escaped from the tanker.

- Da, what the fuck? - If gets away, I'm a dead man!

Da, no!

He couldn't bring himself to shoot someone,

so he fired in the air.

'But Dad reeked of petrol.'

(SCREAMING)

'The gunshot must have ignited it.'

Hasan came back and he tried to save Dad.

(GUNSHOT)

'But his gun went off accidentally.'

Your coat! Quick!

'His arm just caught fire.'

(MOANING)

No!

(SOBBING) No!

Then he saw a van coming, but...

'But he was scared and...'

We have to go. The man is coming. He will kill us both.

We have to go, please, I beg you! Please!

(ENGINE STARTS)

We drove off. We nearly crashed.

(HORN BLASTS)

Hasan saved me.

I had to help him.

So I made him drive here, and none of this is his fault.

He's done nothing wrong. Please, arrest me not him.

- He's in there, isn't he, with the gun? - Please don't hurt him.

Hey, stay here.

- Regan, my gun? - On this occasion, yes.

Hasan? We know you've a gun.

Leave it in there and come out with your hands raised.

Hasan, I'm coming in.

Put the gun down!

Don't send me back there. Please.

Put the gun down, then we can talk.

I'd rather die than go back.

Take it easy. No-one's going to die. Just put the gun down.

BOYD: Hasan, put the gun down!

Hasan, if we arrest you, you'll be deported, OK?

But no one knows we found you. You don't exist.

Mandy's our witness, not you.

Cooper said she found a place for Samir in Belfast.

They can bring him there instead.

What if you hit a checkpoint?

Who's going to arrest a good Samaritan like me?

I will, if you put the gun down now.

OK.

- Thank you. Thank you. - Good luck.

What happened to the Boyd that always stuck to the rules?

He fell in with bad company.

(ENGINE STARTS)

BOYD: Hurling is strictly an amateur sport.

REGAN: Until someone decides it isn't.

Male, head smashed in, blood everywhere.

- Murder weapon? - Blunt instrument of some kind.

Great! The whole town's a suspect.

Don't argue, she's the bad cop.

- She's not all bad. - I heard that.

WOMAN: You need to shut your mouth when the police ask about Conor Byrne.

Don't screw up, cos now you know what happens if you do.