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[ Explosion ]

The commissioner wants you and your team to assist

Christian's anti-terrorist department on this.

If we mess up this case now, Gately will shut us down

and pack us all back to Dublin.

We believe there's another bomb already in Antwerp,

which means the next attack is imminent.

Viktor Maes' National Reform Party issued a statement.

Viktor Maes and his party are racists.

Oh!

James!

It's fucking talcum powder.

I'm not taking the rap for anyone. That clear?

-[ Gunshot ] -Aah!

Bibi Melnick, the woman you asked me to check.

Her brother's number was found on Darren Reid's phone.

Fionn always finds a way of dragging me back into his shit.

Do I need my lawyer here?

I would put him on notice. You're not a fan of his.

Pardon my French, but from what I heard,

he's a sneaky little prick.

BARMAN: Sometimes Darren would pay me to use the phone.

SEAN: That's Fionn Brannigan's mobile.

Get us a search and seize.

-We have him. -On it.

[ Theme music plays ]

[ "Ave Maria" plays ]

BOY: * Ave Maria *

* Gratia plena *

* Maria, gratia plena *

* Maria, gratia plena *

Let's go, boys and girls. Everything on the computers.

-Copies of everything. -BOY: * Ave, ave, dominus *

* Dominus tecum *

* Benedicta tu in mulieribus *

* Et benedictus *

* Et benedictus fructus ventris *

* Ventris tui, Jesus *

* Ave Maria *

SEAN: Right.

Let's get Brannigan's assistant in here.

PRIEST: May God almighty bless you.

The Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

-Amen. -TOGETHER: Amen.

[ Indistinct conversations, organ playing ]

Play nicely, and no one need be the wiser.

This is my daughter's First Holy Communion Mass.

And you're a flight risk, so no time to stand on ceremony.

Rubber-stamped by the judge who just issued the warrant.

Sorry. What is this? What's happening?

This is a Criminal Assets Bureau search, Mrs. Brannigan.

So if you'd like to step out here.

What, now?

You have got to be joking.

Would you rather we do it here?

You better have a good reason for doing this.

Come on. Come on.

It's okay.

We'll be at the restaurant in no time. All right?

Everyone place their mobile phones in the tray.

No need to touch them.

The kids, too.

Okay, no problem, but leave the kids out of it.

All the phones.

It's okay.

Daddy'll buy you a better one.

Your watch, too.

-Sorry. -Ah, don't touch it.

-I was only -- -In the tray,

where we can see it.

Your car keys, too.

Thank you.

Only the one phone?

No doubt you won't take my word for it.

Mrs. Brannigan, you can take the children outside now.

-No. I want -- -Siobhan, they've seen enough.

Go on to the restaurant.

This shouldn't take long.

Okay, come on, guys. Let's go.

-Well done today. -SIOBHAN: Come on.

[ Fionn clears throat ]

Your warrant.

What I want is my solicitor.

He's a bit busy right now.

He's being searched, as well.

"To seize and retain any material with your name on

which the officer believes to be evidence of assets

or proceeds deriving from criminal activities."

This also covers your house, your office,

all your financial records.

All being searched as we speak.

-Your every recess. -[ Camera shutter clicks ]

The taxman's never out of them.

There's nothing there.

Something not right here.

Get the torch. Open it up.

Hope there's no Semtex in the back.

[ Bells ringing ]

Hey, John.

Good to see you.

Mia.

A very special day.

Congratulations. Yeah.

I dread to think where that came from.

We got him.

Darren Reid's call from Crossroads Tavern's on his log.

1:35.

Ask and you shall receive.

Yeah.

You said you weren't going in today.

Oh...

I can't just drop everything.

JAMES: Let's give it a couple days...

till we can be sure that this nutcase

doesn't have any more plans for us.

He'll be posting his talc to someone else today, James.

He's a crank.

The Pegasus is docking today, so...I have to be there.

I think we need to talk about security.

What? No.

Thanks to my father and his brilliant advice, this guy...

knows where we live, where you work.

-Arthur. -No, James, please.

-I grew up like that. -Yeah, me too.

Men in earpieces making everyone edgy.

I don't want that for him.

There's a lot I don't want for him.

Okay. Look. I'll...

-I'll think about it. -Okay.

Is that your dress for the fundraiser?

Mm-hmm.

-Mm... -[ Laughs ]

The Children's Hospital thanks you.

How long do you think is left to this movie?

It seems like a long one.

Nice try.

I have to go to work.

Try not to call anybody any names today.

BIBI: Bye, sweetie.

[ Door opens, closes ]

Holy shit!

Hey-hey-hey!

[ Door closes ]

EMER: He is neck deep in this.

The apartment used to build the Antwerp bomb

is "owned" by his drug dealer, and the woman murdered in it

is an employee of his sister, Sana Retz.

Darren Reid called him when he found out

that the Belgian police wanted to talk to him

and then ends up executed by the same men

that the Belgian CTU believe

could be the same men that executed Sana Retz.

That is four connections between Fionn Brannigan

and the terrorist attack.

You still can't link him directly.

And you'll have to let him go if you don't come up

with something more solid.

Thanks, Josh.

And there he finally is.

The Dry Cleaner.

Why is he called that?

Because for the right price,

he can get any amount of grime out of a white collar.

JOSH: Pshh! If he's such a big deal,

why is he so late for his client?

Tactical.

He's eating into my time.

He'll still need time to brief his client.

He shouldn't have been late then.

By the book, Emer.

This isn't one you want to blow.

[ Ringtone plays ]

EMER: Hello?

I didn't think you'd pick up.

Apparently I have a few minutes to kill.

CHRISTIAN: What have you got out of Brannigan?

Nothing yet. I'm just about to go in there.

This Hadi Mansour is not giving up anything.

Maybe he doesn't know anything.

So right now, Fionn Brannigan is all we've got to stop this bomb.

No pressure then.

I need some more time with my client.

I gave you loads.

You weren't here.

1103. D.S. Emer Berry commencing the interview.

Just a few informal questions.

No need to look so worried.

What was the nature of your relationship with Darren Reid?

That's a no comment.

We are not pursuing your client's personal drug use.

That was the extent of our relationship.

So, what, "you'd ring him up, he'd deliver" type of thing?

Any other contact?

FIONN: No.

-He ever call you? -No.

EMER: Are you sure?

I'm sure.

EMER: Do you know a pub called the Crossroads Tavern?

Darren Reid traveled all the way out there

a few hours before he died to phone you.

Call log.

Why?

He wanted paid.

I hadn't settled my bill.

Hardly a call he'd try to hide.

No. Darren Reid had something very important to impart to you.

And the next day, he was dead.

That was gangland.

No. It was a highly professional ex-special-ops execution.

And not something we typically see in Ireland.

You don't think I had something to do with that?

Well, then convince me otherwise.

What is it he so badly needed to tell you?

No comment.

EMER: It's not hard to guess.

He couldn't tell you fast enough what we'd just told him --

that a Belgian counterterrorist agent

was coming to interview him.

Speculation. Don't comment.

And he ended with a bullet in his head.

Because he wouldn't take the fall.

He was gonna give us the person who roped him

into buying that apartment.

Pure speculation.

We know he didn't buy it.

He's never been to Antwerp,

and he hasn't got that kind of money. We looked.

And he didn't want to be involved in an apartment

that was used to engineer a bomb.

I'm sorry. Wh-- What?

-EMER: 14 innocent people. -What is this?

This, Mr. Galvin, is a terrorist investigation.

What? You're CAB?

This is strictly no comment from now on.

Don't open your mouth. Take those photographs away.

Are you going to charge him with this ridiculous...

-You charge him now or -- -Your client needs a break.

Interview suspended for short recess.

[ Door opens, closes ]

JOE: What the fuck was that?

Is there anything we can keep him on?

Anything in his paperwork, those boxes?

Even if we have to trump something up.

I'll pretend I didn't hear that, D.S. Berry.

Let him go. From what I've seen,

you don't have anything for an extension.

We can't. He knows way too much.

I need full compliance here.

There are a lot of eyes on this case

from a lot of agencies across two countries.

Maybe all doubting that a subsidiary office

way out here can even handle this.

Sean might have something that could help.

Well...

We found these in a hidden safe in his workplace.

And, look.

This is one of Darren Reid's. And even better.

Identical. That's Reid and Brannigan connected beyond doubt

into something way bigger than a bit of weekend coke.

That's direct evidence.

You still need proof, Emer, that these are indeed the same.

They are the same.

We never get raw diamonds, and now twice in one case.

-Verification could take days. -Then start working on it.

Because until then, it's just more speculation.

-Let him go. -[ Norah sighs ]

GATELY: I'm sorry, Emer. I wish I could do more.

Put surveillance on him. And if you get anything else,

come straight back to me.

I need another shot, Norah.

The sight of these might make him crack.

Go on.

EMER: Reid's. Yours.

Identical.

Which binds the two of you beyond question

in some sort of hefty transaction.

No comment.

EMER: Is this how he bought the apartment for you?

'Cause it would certainly explain

why we couldn't trace it.

Or are you both on the payroll for someone higher up?

Someone who killed 14 people?

See, I don't have you down as a class of terrorist, Fionn.

I think you laid down with dogs

and got up with more than you could handle.

We have intel that another bomb is imminent.

You could help us stop it,

and we can talk about lessening your sentence.

But I suspect what you really need most

from us now is protection.

You're the same threat to them now as Darren Reid was.

Sitting here in the police station

all day talking about God knows what.

I won't be making you another offer.

You help us now, or don't bother.

Fionn.

Get me out of here.

My client has told you everything he can.

Those are pretty, by the way.

But unless you've got certificates or something,

it's speculation.

Speculation.

Watch out for motorbikes.

[ Door opens, closes ]

Surveillance?

On it.

[ Breathes deeply ]

[ Coughing ]

[ Inhales deeply ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Cellphone buzzes ]

[ Buzzing continues ]

CHRISTIAN: Yeah?

We lost him. I had to let him go.

I'm not sure how much he knows about this terror campaign,

but I'm pretty sure he knows enough

to get you to someone who does.

Uh, surveillance?

We'll get him back. We'll keep a tail on him

and go through his paperwork until he's...

He's looking at Darren Reid's blood.

Come on, Fionn. Turn around.

Shit.

Sorry.

CHRISTIAN: Uh, don't be.

It's a hard job we do.

And I think you're pretty verbazingwekkend.

What?

[ Scoffs ]

[ Engine starts ]

Carolyn.

Why are all our vans still here?

The harbor master was here.

No. No.

Our trading license has been suspended.

Citing that we pose a threat to the port's security.

He can't suspend our license without a hearing.

He just did.

-[ Cellphone rings ] -Oh, there he is!

It's your mom.

-Hey. -They've done it, James.

They've suspended my license.

Hey, they're just following protocol.

Look. They have to hold a hearing within 10 days.

Then you'll get your full license back.

10 days?!

I'll usher everything through myself.

I promise.

Okay.

Thanks.

[ Vehicle door closes ]

Thank you for meeting me.

No problem. What's up?

The Port Authority have taken my license.

No warning, nothing.

What am I going to do?

Did you talk to James?

He says they'll lift the suspension

right after the hearing, which is in 10 days.

I'll have lost everything I've built up by then.

All my clients.

Everything.

I have an ear I can bend.

Leave it with me.

-Thank you. -It's what I do.

Hmm?

EMER: Kleston Incorporated is under Kleston Holdings.

[ Marker scratches ]

NORAH: Impressive!

There's at least three generations of companies here.

The Brannigan family DNA.

Running all around the offshore world.

All of it legal, all tax avoidance.

And we need to know every twist and turn

and inside track and rat run if we're gonna catch him.

Like a car chase, Josh.

Only better.

I'll just stick to the tech.

Yeah.

This'll take months, Norah.

We just need to get enough

to get Brannigan back in here and crack him.

And what we are looking for is in here -- somewhere.

EMER: And what exactly are we looking for?

Pattern maybe. Gaps. A mistake.

All this is just surface, squeaky clean and perfect.

We need to understand, why would a man

with a corporate structure this sophisticated

be stashing or dealing uncut diamonds?

For what?

Small. Valuable.

Untraceable.

And I guess...

forever.

[ Indistinct shouting in distance ]

[ Machinery whirring ]

[ Vehicle door closes ]

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

-Here you go. -Thanks. Thanks.

[ Motorcycle engine revving ]

[ Line ringing ]

BIBI: You've reached Bibi Melnick.

Please leave a message, and I'll call you back.

-[ Beep ] -Uh, fuck.

[ Sighs ] Bibi, I need to talk to you.

I really need to see you.

But there's something I have to take care of first.

But I'm coming.

I'm really sorry, Bibi.

[ Sighs ] Fuck!

EMER: What's he up to now?

SEAN: He just pulled into the Strand Hotel.

He might be meeting with someone.

What are you up to?

FIONN: Fuck.

SEAN: Now he's just heading back to his car.

EMER: Okay, keep in touch.

[ Indistinct conversation ]

[ Thunder rumbling ]

GUARD: All still quiet at the house.

SEAN: Let me know if anything changes.

GUARD: Copy that.

SEAN: Keep your eyes peeled.

Check in every 20 minutes.

[ Chuckles ]

Hey.

No buns?

I thought you were on a diet.

I thought you were my friend.

Sorry. I'm on a diet.

[ Laughs ]

Warrant's been granted

for the burner phone he bought yesterday,

and Norah's going through the reservation list

for the restaurant at the Strand Hotel

in case he was meeting someone.

No names of interest so far.

Are you sure that's where he was headed?

Yeah. According to his credit card, he's a regular.

Something spooked him. He did not want to be caught there.

I'm sure of it.

Did you see the house?

Oh, yeah.

How many people do you think you'd have to shaft,

and how often, and how hard...

to get to live in a house like that?

Regretting your career choices?

Nah.

Eyes everywhere, Sean.

I don't want someone getting him before me.

Not again. And make sure you tell that

to the replacement units on their way.

It's got raisins in it.

It's part of your five-a-day.

SIOBHAN: Fionn?

[ Thunder rumbling ]

Fionn?

Fionn?

FIONN: Siobhan.

SIOBHAN: Fionn, you scared me.

[ Fionn sighs ]

Have you slept?

Go fight them.

In courts, if we have to.

They're not getting everything we've worked for.

FIONN: I haven't told you everything.

-I need you to do something. -What?

I need you to get rid of something.

-What is this? -Without asking me that.

You're the only person I can ask, Siobhan.

I think I'm being watched.

What have you done?

FIONN: I don't know exactly.

But I'm trying to fix it.

Now, listen.

If CAB take everything, we start again.

If they find this other thing,

I go to jail for a really long time.

I need you to destroy it.

Please, Siobhan.

And I need you to get me out of here.

-Unseen. -Of the house?

The country.

I need to see someone who can help us.

I'll be straight back.

This'll all to be okay, I promise.

[ Vehicle departing ]

GUARD: Ms. Brannigan looks to be getting ready to leave.

I have a visual on Brannigan.

Brannigan's in the rear footwell of his wife's BMW.

Aye, aye.

Emer. The Brannigans are moving.

And whatever they're up to,

Fionn felt the need to hide down the back seat.

I'm on my way.

Do you see anyone?

No.

FIONN: You sure?

No.

[ Sighs ]

SIOBHAN: We're nearly there.

SEAN: Shit.

Fuck.

-[ Horn honks ] -What the fuck?

-SEAN: Come on! -MAN: Go around!

SIOBHAN: We're at the taxi rank.

This is as close as I can get.

FIONN: Okay. Don't take any chances, Siobhan.

Get the document.

If you do see someone following you,

destroy the envelope.

Then they've got nothing on you.

And they can't do anything to you.

-Okay? -[ Horn honking ]

SEAN: Fuck.

I love you.

Go, go, go.

What's your problem?

DRIVER: Where to, sir?

FIONN: Just hang on a minute.

Fuck.

SEAN: She's heading to the Strand Hotel, Emer.

That's where he was going yesterday, at that restaurant.

EMER: I'm not far.

FIONN: He's behind you, in a gray estate.

-Can you see him? -SIOBHAN: No.

Look again.

Shit.

MAN: Security desk. How can I help you?

Just a moment, sir.

-We've got to reset the machine. -Give it to me.

SIOBHAN: Yeah, I see him.

You don't have to do it, Siobhan.

I can do this.

There's enough time.

Siobhan.

I can do it.

FIONN: All right. Burn the document.

MAN: Sorry for the inconvenience.

Have a nice day, and welcome to the Strand Hotel, sir.

Shit.

They've split up.

-Siobhan's going in. -EMER: I'm at the hotel.

You stay with Fionn and call for backup.

I'm going in. Keep an eye out for anyone coming or going.

They have to be meeting someone.

SEAN: Aye, aye. The restaurant's on the top floor.

Fuck.

WOMAN: Sorry. We're not open yet.

Did a woman come through here?

WOMAN: No.

[ Fire alarm beeping ]

In there.

[ Beeping continues ]

[ Toilet flushing ]

EMER: Keep her there!

Oh!

What is it, Mrs. Brannigan?

It must be something very important.

Get security to not let anyone leave the building.

-GUARD: Yes, ma'am. -Where'd you get it?

Who'd you meet?

SEAN: He's gone, Emer.

The fucking car is empty.

-Fuck. -I'm sorry, Emer.

I got delayed on --

Where is your husband?

You'd be wise to tell me.

Because if you think I'm his problem,

you're both very stupid.

Thank you for doing this.

I'm glad to help.

It's a declaration of trust.

"I, Darren Reid, of 12 Ashbury Way, Clare,

hereby acknowledge and declare

that I hold the property described in the schedule

and in trust for Fionn Brannigan, the owner."

EMER: Do you even know who you're married to?

Your husband owned an apartment in Antwerp, Mrs. Brannigan,

where a bomb was made that killed 14 people.

You still have nothing to tell us?

Where is he? Who took him?

Before 14 more people are killed.

A bomb?

You need to tell me what you do know.

Um, he told me to take him to the restaurant.

There was a man there waiting in a car to get him away.

It was pretty dark in the car park, and fast.

Um, but it was...

silver. A silver Toyota, I think it was.

What did he look like?

About 40.

Uh, dark hair.

And a...

um, wedding ring.

That's all.

Then what?

Fionn got in the back seat, and, um,

told the guy to give me the envelope.

Told me to get rid of it.

To go inside and --

Why not destroy it in the car park?

CCTV.

It was the driver's idea to go into the men's.

Um, anyone following would look there last,

and it would buy me some time.

Nearly worked.

Did Fionn know him?

SIOBHAN: Maybe. I don't know.

They just...

They just took off.

Recess.

[ Door opens, closes ]

[ Siobhan sighs ]

Is there anything to substantiate

this silver Toyota story?

Not a Toyota.

The car park CCTV caught a silver Audi exiting,

but the footage is so grainy I couldn't make it out.

You'd have gotten better pictures from Mars.

SEAN: I'm trying to locate any Audis coming in,

see if we can get a better view on who's driving.

Emer, I'm so sorry.

No. You wouldn't have lost him today

if I hadn't lost him yesterday.

Look. Do me a favor and process his wife. Let her go.

I can't bear to see Joe Galvin gloating at me again.

All right.

There'll be a hearing.

Probably early, so get some sleep.

I need to use your phone.

I need to use it. Now.

There's one in the glove compartment.

You have two minutes, Siobhan.

And I don't want to know about this.

[ Inhaling deeply ]

[ Cellphone rings ]

[ Sighs ]

Hello?

They caught me. The guards.

And they know you bought that apartment.

Did you know what it was being used for?

No, Siobhan. No. Not until yesterday.

I had no idea. I promise.

I believe you.

That CAB woman says you're not safe.

I'm safe.

SIOBHAN: How?

I'm handing myself in.

To the police.

What?!

FIONN: If they have that document now,

there's nothing else I can do anyway.

Just come back.

FIONN: Siobhan, the -- the hard drive?

They didn't get it.

It's still up there where you left it.

FIONN: I love you, Siobhan.

[ Doors open ]

[ Indistinct conversation ]

[ Classical music plays, applause ]

[ Applause continues ]

JAMES: Please let's dig deep tonight.

Jacob Crevitz.

Minister of Transport.

Get to know him if you can tonight.

These people were very good to us with your license problem.

JAMES: ...respected institutions.

Let's secure the next hundred years

with the very best personnel, resources,

and equipment we can.

-Thank you. -[ Applause ]

Thank you. Thank you.

Everybody, drink up. I want you all to regret tomorrow

how much you spent tonight.

[ Laughter ]

-That was great. -JAMES: Thanks.

-[ Smooches ] -RICHARD: Hm.

Okay. Richard?

No, no.

[ Camera shutter clicking ]

JACOB: Viktor!

BIBI: Viktor Maes.

Sick children don't care where the money comes from, I suppose.

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

-[ Cellphone chimes ] -I'm sorry.

I have to take this call. I'll be back in two secs. Okay.

Hello?

Fionn.

Fionn, slow down.

Just...tell me what's happened. Where are you?

Okay. Okay, okay, okay.

Stay there.

I'm coming.

-I have to leave. -What?

Fionn is here. In Antwerp.

-He didn't sound good. -When does he ever?

I have to go.

No, Bibi, you really don't.

He's a person of interest in a criminal investigation.

You need to protect yourself and your reputation.

BIBI: I can't just abandon my brother, James.

Where is he?

-At the airport. -Let's go.

We'll be there and back in an hour.

No, no. You're needed here.

So we'll send a car.

He wants me to come.

He really, really didn't sound good.

-I'm sorry. -That's okay.

Let's go.

Yes.

They're your voters.

Unfortunately. A small contingent.

But there's no policy or win I want badly enough

-for anyone to get hurt. -Well, thank you.

VIKTOR: I have friends and employees

who are ethnic minorities.

I'm not racist.

I've learned not to take criticism personally.

It's...

just politics.

I-I admire that you had the mettle

to air your stance publicly.

How did Richard take it?

Oh. You do know that your father-in-law

is one of my campaign's biggest donors?

You do know that my father-in-law

has made donations to all the candidates?

He just wants to be sure he's backed the winner.

But don't take it personally.

It's just politics.

Fionn?

Hi.

Hey.

Does anyone know you're here?

Just James.

I told you to not to tell anyone.

Sorry.

Come on.

What's wrong?

I, uh...

I think I might have, uh, put you in danger.

-What sort of danger? -FIONN: Real danger.

I thought I was just moving money around, the usual,

but these people, they, uh -- They...

I'm going to sort it, okay?

Fionn, what are you talking about?

I wanted to tell you in person because phones have ears

and I have no idea who to trust anymore.

But I've changed my mind.

I'm gonna tell the police.

The police?

I'm dead otherwise.

Yeah, but, Fionn, the police?

-You sure? -I'm sure.

Okay.

Okay.

You'll need a lawyer.

I'll get James to meet us at the station.

No. No. No.

I'm not leaving here except with the police!

I'm dead otherwise.

-Fionn... -No!

Just bring them here.

Just hurry up, Bibi.

All right.

[ No audio ]

[ Ringtone plays ]

-Hello? -He's here, Emer.

In Antwerp.

He's handing himself in.

Fionn Brannigan's in Antwerp.

Get me a flight, Norah.

[ Siren wailing ]

CHRISTIAN: Fionn?

JAMES: Fionn?

CHRISTIAN: Fionn?

JAMES: Fionn, it's me, James.

Something's not right.

He's not here.