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[ Water dripping ]

[ Soft thudding ]

[ Hand sliding ]

[ Doorbell buzzes ]

[ Doorbell buzzing ]

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Exhales ]

[ Exhales ]

[ Inhaler hisses ]

Alright, boss?

EMER: Morning, all.

[ Engine starts ]

[ Tires screech ]

[ Engine shuts off ]

[ Police radio chatter ]

Main bathroom, top of the stairs.

Master bedroom has an en suite.

So make sure you get to the top before he starts flushing.

Got it!

[ Explosion ]

MAN: Go, go, go!

Get down! Get -- Get down!

Hands on your heads! Stay down!

Don't move.

Kitchen clear!

Bathrooms clear!

-All clear! -Clear!

NORAH: Here we go.

[ Clears throat ] That door cost four grand.

You're replacing it.

-DARREN: Fuck you! -Keep her in the front room.

You're fucking paying for it.

Yeah? And anything else you break.

Here, you, fuckface.

-MAN: Hand down. -DARREN: Shut the fuck up.

MAN: Alright. Take it easy.

SHARON: Don't touch me!

DARREN: You're hurting me.

My name is Detective Sergeant Emer Berry.

I'm with the Criminal Assets Bureau.

I want my fucking solicitor.

EMER: I have a warrant, under Section 6

of the Criminal Justice Act 2006,

to execute a search of your house, garage, and gardens.

We'll be seizing anything

we believe to be the proceeds of crime

or anything purchased with the proceeds of crime

and any evidence that pertains to such.

Are you deaf?

I want to call my fucking solicitor.

We'll be seizing all phones and electronic devices,

so that'll have to wait.

Where's your fucking warrant?

EMER: This is the original copy, if you'd like to take a look.

That's your copy.

We need you downstairs, Emer.

We found another suspect hiding in the garage.

He's unarmed but aggressive

and refusing to take any instructions from us.

Says he wants to speak to the officer in charge.

So maybe if you'd have a word with him, before we move in.

Okay.

[ Baby crying ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

I'm Detective Sergeant Berry. I'm coming in.

So stay back from the door and get down on the ground.

I'm an armed officer. Get down on the ground!

[ Monkeys chattering ]

Jesus!

[ Laughter ]

I didn't know it was Bring Your Kid to Work Day, John.

[ Exhales deeply ]

[ Baby babbling ]

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Uh, that's my car.

You can't take that.

I own that. It's not Darren's.

[ Cellphone buzzes, chimes ]

[ Cellphone chimes ]

EMER: Josh?

This message app just disappeared.

That shouldn't be happening.

-[ Cellphone chimes ] -What the...

Someone's wiping this remotely.

-Can you see who it is? -I don't think so.

-Try to block them. -It won't let me shut it down.

Open up the call log and hold it up.

-[ Camera shutter clicks ] -Scroll down.

-[ Camera shutter clicks ] -Again.

-[ Cellphone beeping ] -JOSH: Oh, shit.

We're losing them.

See if there's any bank apps or any diaries

-or anything useful. -[ Cellphone chiming ]

JOSH: I think they're deleting everything now.

Oh!

It's gone. It's all gone.

MAN: Shh, shh, shh, shh. Here. Here.

[ Whistles softly ]

Come on. Here. Here. Go.

Shh, shh, shh. Shh, shh, shh, shh.

[ Police radio chatter ]

[ Dog barking ]

-Shh, shh, shh, shh. -Problem?

It got a scent from the cage.

EMER: You sure it's not doggy/monkey issues?

Could be that. Most definitely got a scent.

EMER: Let's open it up.

Diamonds.

Unpolished.

[ Applause ]

[ Up-tempo music plays ]

[ Music continues in distance ]

[ Tires screech ]

[ Elevator beeps ]

[ Elevator beeps ]

[ Applause ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Music continues ]

[ Applause ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Applause ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Cheers and applause ]

[ Explosion ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

[ People coughing ]

[ Shouting continues ]

[ Beep ]

[ Gate whirs ]

[ Ship horn blows ]

[ Car alarm chirps ]

Captain Koshinen is waiting upstairs for you.

Oh. Good. Thank you.

[ Indistinct conversations, telephone ringing in distance ]

Well, if the captain is here there must be a problem.

Uh, no.

I brought you a gift. I was in Cork.

I thought it might be nice to bring you a --

a little taste of home.

Oh! That's much too generous.

KOSHINEN: Uh, you take good care of me, I take good care of you.

Well, thank you!

Is it too early for a nip?

-It never is. -[ Chuckles ]

I saw your ship was in. I was going to come and see you.

I saved you the trip, then.

I came in with a purser.

Well, seeing as you're here, I wanted to double-check with you

what date you're returning.

-The 27th, I think. -27th.

KOSHINEN: I have the exact time in my log.

BIBI: See you then.

[ Glasses clink ]

Cheers to you.

[ Ship horn blows ]

NATASHA: They haven't indicated whether they're gonna

charge you with anything.

We won't know until they've gone through all the evidence.

Some of the stuff they took, I need it back.

Unless you can prove it was something that was bought

with money legally earned, it won't be returned.

Um, are they going to fix the door, at least?

It was a reinforced door, and they had a warrant

that allowed them entry to this property.

They took all our phones.

I need your mobile to make a call.

Sure. But there will be an official record

of whoever you're calling on my phone.

Fuck!

[ Engine shuts off ]

Thank you.

[ Keypad beeps ]

[ Indistinct conversations, telephone ringing ]

EMER: Good morning! What have we got?

The translator says the documents from the cage

are in Flemish.

They're title deeds to a property in Antwerp.

Do we have an address?

Apartment 4, Oostenstraat 53, 2018 Antwerpen.

That's outside our jurisdiction.

EMER: Mmm. Fancy.

It's valued at 1.3 million.

Bought through an Antwerp notary.

-No mortgage. -When was this?

SEAN: Little over a year ago.

Josh, when you went through his bank accounts,

were there any unusually large withdrawals?

Uh, nothing like that amount.

EMER: What about flights to and from Belgium?

So he has luxury apartment in Belgium

and, as far as we know, didn't view it before buying

or visit afterwards.

That's odd.

And why Antwerp?

I can see someone like Darren Reid

with a pad in Spain or Dubai, but...Antwerp?

He's a drug dealer.

And Antwerp port is a major hub for smuggling.

It's also known for its diamonds.

And the two things he tried hardest to hide

were the diamonds and this apartment.

Let's see what we can find out about the apartment.

See is it rented it out, or is it for personal use?

If you want to pursue the apartment,

we need to officially contact the Belgian authorities.

They're going to be up to their eyes with that bombing.

Then we wait. We can't do anything

without Belgian cooperation.

Okay.

So where are we with the diamonds?

I left a message with a broker in Dublin.

I'm hoping they might be able to give us a valuation.

It might be better if I just take them to Antwerp.

The chances are they're from there, too,

and there may be records.

You know you can't go near that apartment while you're there?

Not our jurisdiction.

[ Insects chirping ]

-Hello. -Hi.

Hey, my father called today

to remind me we were all meeting on Thursday.

He was very, uh,

cloak and dagger about the whole thing.

You know what that was about?

No.

What is he even doing in Belgium?

You know it's not a social visit.

I don't know.

Have you been watching the news coverage of yesterday's bombing?

A little. It's awful.

They're trying to identify a woman.

She worked for me.

JAMES: What? Have you told the police?

No.

How come?

How many companies will want to work with us

if they think we're linked to a terrorist attack?

You're hardly "linked to the attack."

Well, that's how it will look like.

We have access to the whole port.

Imagine how useful that could be to a terrorist.

JAMES: I'll cancel the restaurant.

We'll come up with a plan.

[ Sirens wailing ]

[ Doorbell buzzes ]

[ Doorbell buzzes ]

[ Doorbell buzzes ]

WOMAN: Hallo?

Do you speak English?

WOMAN: Yes, a little.

I'm here to see my friend in apartment 2,

but I don't think her intercom is working.

-[ Buzzing ] -Thank you.

[ Door clangs ]

EMER: I speak English.

I speak English!

English.

I'm a police officer.

I'm a police officer from Ireland.

[ Handcuffs click ]

Can you prove this?

My passport and my police ID are in my bag, there.

[ Siren wails ]

[ Indistinct chatter ]

OFFICER: Follow me, please.

[ Police radio chatter ]

Our Embassy in Dublin contacted your bosses to confirm

your story.

Hm.

I bet that went down well.

Yeah, well, uh, I made it clear you actually had done us a favor

turning up like that.

I'm guessing this is about the bombings?

I saw the apartment is a crime scene, and this is CTU.

The man who owns the apartment, what can you tell us about him?

Darren Reid. Irish drug dealer.

Lots of cash, flash cars,

and a pet monkey.

"Pet monkey", what is that? Is that slang?

No. He owns pet monkeys.

Okay.

He came to our attention when his bank tipped us off

about unusual financial behavior.

-Mm-hmm. -Large amounts were passing

through his accounts that originated

from the Philippines.

As far as we know, he bought the apartment

without even seeing it and has never used it.

None of this is normal for someone like Darren Reid.

I want to know what he's doing and seize his assets.

And if we can help each other, even better.

Okay. [ Clears throat ]

The suicide bomber who carried out the attack

here in Antwerp, he stayed in the apartment the night before.

-Shit. -Yeah.

We believe this is where he prepared for the bombing.

We also found the body of a woman

who had been murdered in the bathroom.

May have been his girlfriend or a co-conspirator.

A neighbor disturbed a number of men inside the apartment.

They had to leave in a hurry.

We had hoped they may return.

But you caught me instead?

Yeah.

This Darren Reid guy, does he have any links to terrorism?

Not that I know of and certainly not Islamic terrorist groups.

We're not sure these terrorists are Islamic.

That's not what the news is saying.

Yeah, well.

CCTV showed the bomber

making the sign of the cross before detonating.

Your suspect, does --

is he aware that you know about the apartment?

Yeah.

We found the deeds during a raid on his house.

They were hidden with a quantity of diamonds.

-Like this one? -Yeah.

There was 47 of them like that.

That's the reason why I'm here.

To find out about the diamonds.

[ Door opens ]

Follow me, please.

Wait in here, please.

Thanks for doing this.

What time do you have to be back at?

Uh, when I'll have a moment, I'll help you with the diamonds.

Can I at least have my phone back?

Sorry, that's being processed.

Well, what am I supposed to do here?

Yeah, well, uh, read a magazine.

I'll send someone over with some coffee.

EMER: Thanks!

In the interest of clarification,

are you here as a husband or as your wife's lawyer?

Husband. I don't believe my wife requires a lawyer.

She couldn't afford me anyway.

I believe you have information about the woman

we're trying to identify.

BIBI: Her name is Sana Retz.

She worked for my company for a short while.

When exactly was this?

BIBI: She started about four months ago,

and stayed right up until the other day.

What exactly does your company do?

BIBI: We're ship chandlers.

We service the ships in the port.

Anything they need -- food, cleaning supplies,

electronics, and we provide it.

Sana worked in the warehouse.

Did she have family or friends?

Honestly, I -- I don't know.

Since we released that sketch of her yesterday,

you're the only person to have come forward.

That is strange if she was living here and working.

I suspect Sana was an illegal.

So family or friends might be reluctant to come forward.

And what makes you think she was an illegal?

Well, she was only with us for a short period,

but any time we asked for her work permits,

she always had an excuse.

She either had forgotten them or lost them or...

I had to have a word with her about it last week.

When she didn't show up for work,

I thought that was why until I saw her picture on the news.

How is it you ended up employing an illegal immigrant?

I remind you, Chief Inspector, that my wife is here voluntarily

to help you with your investigation.

You want to ask her about anything else,

you can formally invite her to be interviewed.

I'm only interested in catching the people behind these attacks.

I saw Sana in a coffee shop in town asking for work.

We got talking, I liked her, and I offered her a job.

So you just offer this woman you met in a coffee shop a job?

No, I told you, I spoke with her first.

She told me she had traveled from Syria with her family.

-She was Syrian? -Yes.

Her father drowned when the boat capsized

on the crossing from Turkey, and after they were rescued,

her youngest brother was sent to a different holding camp.

She'd been trying to trace him for months.

And you believed all this?

If I met you and you told me your life story,

should I suspect you of lying?

Or is that just immigrants?

You're Irish?

I was born and brought up in Ireland,

but I have joint Irish Canadian citizenship through marriage.

Do you know a man called Darren Reid?

No. Why?

[ Shouting in Flemish ]

Fucks sake!

Does your company deliver all over the port?

BIBI: Yeah.

So, uh, your employees, they can access anywhere?

Well, the delivery drivers can, but Sana only worked nights

here in the warehouse, so this is all she had access to.

Carolyn, can you please get Chief Inspector De Jong

the information we have on Sana Retz

and help him with anything else he needs.

Yes, Mevrouw Melnick.

I hope you don't mind, but I have a call scheduled.

If we need anything else, we'll let you know.

Yeah.

Um...

CHRISTIAN: Are you hungry?

Well, it's kind of a local delicacy.

It's, uh...

yep, gray shrimp, uh...

We say "une croquette".

Basically a fancy fish finger.

You don't like it?

I would have liked it much more two hours ago.

I'll finish it for you, I'm as hungry as a horse.

That's true.

So, uh, the Criminal Assets Bureau,

your department, what is that exactly?

We target criminals and seize anything they own

that we believe might be the proceeds of crime --

houses, cars, cash, bank accounts, watches, anything.

So you're like an accountant?

I'm a police detective.

Who investigates assets and money?

I was in Serious Crime until eight months ago.

And I know that CAB has greater powers than any other unit

I've worked in.

We get the targets and their money.

The accountant squad.

MAN: Passport, please.

Place your right index finger on there

and look into that camera.

[ Beeping ]

If you have any dark secrets, it will show up now.

Aren't they interested in your secrets?

It's okay. They already know all mine.

And there's no Kimberley.

It was seized from a criminal in Ireland.

MAN: Mm, without a Kimberley certificate

I cannot tell you where it came from.

But if I had to guess, I'd probably say Angola.

And how much is it worth?

MAN: Mm.

Colors are a good G.

Clarity is excellent,

and there are some inclusions which I like.

I'd say they're round G 4.18 VVS.

How many did you say there are?

47.

47.

Well, if they're all like this, I would say they are worth about

600,000, maybe more.

Thank you.

If diamonds didn't exist, criminals would invent them.

So easy to hide and transport.

And turn them into cash without a paper trail.

The perfect currency for crime and terrorists.

Your guy had a bag full of diamonds,

and his apartment was used by my terrorist.

We need to question him.

I'm sure that could be arranged.

Getting permission to interview a suspect

in another jurisdiction takes more time than I have.

Well, perhaps I could interview him,

and you can come observe.

Even suggest the line of questioning?

That would be very helpful.

When you were investigating this Darren Reid,

did the name Bibi Melnick ever come up?

No. Why?

[ Cellphone rings ]

One second.

Ja? Christian.

Okay.

Uh, I have to go.

You can make your own way to the airport, right?

Yeah. Right.

[ Loud thud ]

-Clear! -Clear!

Fuck!

All clear.

EMER: Norah, call Judge Martin's registrar and notify her

that we'll be making an emergency application

to her first thing in the morning.

Yeah. Now.

It's only 9:30. She's hardly in bed already.

I'll do up the application when I get home.

Just get us on her list, will you?

[ Car alarm chirps ]

Oh, shit!

Customer number is 3-6-3-3-2-6.

I've got a flat tire, and I'm in the airport car park.

Seriously. How long?

Is he walking here?

[ Sighs ]

[ Cellphone chimes ]

[ Airplane engine whirring ]

[ Exhales deeply ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Clangs ]

[ Groans ]

[ Door opens ]

Seeing that I was woken for this, it better be good.

We are seeking an order under Section 67,

sub-section 4 of the Criminal Justice Act 2010,

pertaining to Money Laundering and Terrorist Financing,

to compel the telecoms companies listed in Appendix 1,

to provide us with the personal details

of all the account holders

of all the numbers listed in Appendix 2.

We believe the discovery of the deeds

to a property in Antwerp and diamonds concealed at

Mr. Reid's house are significant.

These print outs in Appendix 4 are what exactly?

They're copies of photos of the phone log taken on

Mr. Reid's phone.

It was being wiped remotely when we were seizing it.

This was our only way of recording the numbers.

Hm.

You state that the apartment in Antwerp owned by Mr. Reid

was being used for terrorist activities,

but I don't see any evidence to support this claim.

It was where the terrorist

that carried out the Antwerp bombing was staying.

The Belgian police found the body of a woman there.

I could seek official confirmation from Antwerp,

but it is imperative that this investigation

is not delayed while we wait.

There's an officer coming from

the Belgian Counter Terrorist Unit tomorrow

to observe our questioning of Reid.

SEAN: So I open the app, you know, to do the exercises,

like every other day,

and Aoife says she doesn't believe in mindfulness.

And I say, "Mindfulness isn't like the Tooth Fairy or UFOs,

it exists, how can you not believe in it?"

And she says she thinks mindfulness is evil.

That escalated quickly.

Her theory is that mindfulness perpetuates the idea

that all our problems are "within ourselves"

and can be fixed with a few minutes of meditation every day,

which distracts us from the truth,

which is that the world we're living in is the real problem

and we're being screwed over by corporations

and governments all the time.

Fuck!

She might have a point.

That's what I thought.

Now that's all I can think of when I'm doing my exercises.

She's ruined mindfulness for me.

[ Laughs ]

I wouldn't mind, but the app cost me 15.99.

[ Laughs ]

Oh, here we go.

Nice car.

It's a rental. I have the contracts.

EMER: Relax, we're only here to tell you

we'd like to interview you about issues

arising from the search of your property.

Ideally we'd like you to present to the station voluntarily.

Or, if not, we can issue a warrant for your arrest.

Up to you.

When?

Tomorrow morning, 10:00 a.m.

I'd also like to inform you that a Belgian police officer

will be observing the interview.

What for?

The apartment you own in Antwerp is under their jurisdiction.

But what's this got to do with them?

It's not an offense to own an apartment.

We'll discuss all that at the interview, shall we?

You see his face when you mentioned Belgium?

Yep.

More scared than guilty I'd say.

Definitely.

[ Engine starts ]

[ Engine starts ]

[ Indistinct chatter ]

It's me. I need to see you.

[ Sighs ] That's too late.

CAB are hauling me in tomorrow about it.

They're all over the apartment.

No, I won't fucking calm down.

It's not your name that is on the fucking title deeds.

This is not what I fucking signed up for.

And I'll tell you this now.

I'm not taking the rap for anyone.

That clear?

[ Knock on door ]

What is it?

The port authority just called.

They want you to remain here,

as they're sending over an officer

from their Department of Security to interview you.

This is because of what's in the papers?

Yeah.

Reid's late.

Only a few minutes.

Norah, call his solicitor and see if he's coming.

NORAH: Right.

EMER: Tell her if she can't verify his whereabouts,

we'll assume he's absconded and issue an arrest warrant.

Notify the airports and ferries immediately.

It's going straight to voice mail.

Will I get an arrest warrant?

[ Car horn honks ]

Hang on.

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

It's him.

[ Motorcycle engine revving ]

[ Panting ]

Ah!

[ Gunshots ]

[ Gunshots ]

[ Police radio chatter ]

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