All language subtitles for Borderline.2024.S01E03.Traffik.Part.One.1080p.ITV.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-HiNGS_track3_[eng]

DI Regan, Garda Siochana.
DCI Boyd. Pleased to meet you.

You don't want me here
any more than I want to be here.

If we're gonna make this work,

we need to establish
rules of engagement.

Who's senior investigating officer?
You both are.

Both?
Both?

Here in the South,
it will be you, Regan.

In the North, Detective Boyd.

Belfast and Dublin want
this investigation to showcase

positive cross-border cooperation
between our two forces.

You're in the Republic
of Ireland now.

Down here, you're not a cop.
You're a nobody.

You probably only got this job
cos of your father.

What did you say?
The son of a murdered RUC sergeant

now works with An Garda Siochana.

They'll be arranging a photo shoot
with you and Patrick Gorman.

What do you know about
Patrick Gorman?

He killed your father
when you were a kid, or so they say.

So they say! There's no proof.

Well, he's back now.
What?

He came back two years ago.

He runs a furniture store
in Castleblayney.

Does he give orders, take orders?

No offence, boss, but
what the fuck's he even doing here?

One good thing about you being here.
What's that?

They hate you more
than they hate me.

I'll do the talking.
You're out of your jurisdiction.

I haven't had a drink in nine years.
I was an alcoholic.

Who's C?
No-one.

Can I have your number?

No.

You need to make this work.

It reflects badly on us if we're
the ones seen to be walking away.

DRONE WHIRRING

I didn't know they still
smuggled fuel across the border.

Assuming that's what it is.
What else could it be?

Republican dissidents
flexing their muscles.

Nothing they'd like more

than packing one of those
full of explosives

and sending us all to kingdom come.

OFFICER: Sir, there's something
in the grass.

Just there, in the corner.

Can you move closer?
Yes, sir.

There's our driver.

Is he dead?

Hard to tell. He's not moving.

DISTANT SIRENS

Sir.

Your friend's here.

Local farmer called it in
two hours ago.

The PSNI have been on the radio.

They've called the bomb squad,
who are on their way.

DCI Boyd?
Yes, boss. He asked for you.

Did he now?

So, it's on their side
of the border, not ours?

By a few hundred metres.
Then let them deal with it.

Except the tanker
has our licence plates,

and the fuel company
is based down here in the South.

Shite! Get him on the radio.
Yes, boss.

What the fuck?

Oh, yeah. And they're showing off
their new toy.

Guess I should probably go
talk to her. Mm.

You're still here?
Yeah, don't remind me.

Been a couple of weeks.

What have you been up to?

One stabbing,
one sexual assault, two arsons,

one armed robbery
and a partridge in a pear tree.

Busy bee! I've been...
Yeah, anyway...

So, I'll leave this with you, then.

I mean, it's not even
our side of the border.

Cooperate, that's what they said.

Do you always do what you're told?

If you like, I can deal with it
and you can deal with your boss.

OK, Chief, you win.
But let's get on with it

so I can go back to fighting crime
in me own country.

I suggest,
given the nature of the incident,

you might want to turn that off.

I wish I could turn you off.

Look, Regan, we have to wait
for the bomb squad.

It might be a trap.

And you're in the North now,
so I'm in charge.

Yeah, whatever.

Regan, slow down.
It could be a trap. Ssh.

Hey, there's a body on your left.
OK.

Smell that? Oil.
And burning.

Hey, careful.
Watch out for trip wires.

Trip wires? Are you nuts?

OK?

He's burnt to a crisp.

Paramedics can rest easy.

An exit wound.

He's been shot.
Oh, so now you're interested.

METALLIC BANG

Hear that?
BANG

Hey. Hey, careful.
It could still be a trap. Ssh!

Regan!

For God's sake!

# 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. #

Forensics confirmed two deceased -

one shot, one asphyxiated -
one survivor in a bad way.

First it was fuel, now it's people.
It's a sign of the times.

But why use such a lethal method

when they could just drive them
across in a car?

We've always done spot checks
on the border on the quiet,

but since Brexit,
we stop more drivers.

Especially if they're Black?

Their colour has nothing
to do with it.

If they're illegal immigrants,
they need to be stopped.

How do you know
they're illegal immigrants?

They could be genuine
asylum seekers.

If they were, they wouldn't have
to hide in a fuel tank, would they?

And you call yourself a Christian.

My faith has nothing to do with it.
Sir.

We found the driver's wallet
in the cab

and this knife on our survivor.
Oh, yeah.

He was probably intending
to use this

to steal our women and our jobs.

What?
Ignore her.

Fred Murray, aged 55 years old,
lives in Innishkirk.

Well, what do you know?
He's one of yours.

Good to have you back on board,
Detective Regan.

SIGHS

DISTANT DOG BARKING

DOORBELL RINGS

BOYD CLEARS HIS THROAT

Bridget Murray?
Yeah?

DI Regan. He's from the PSNI.
May we come in?

Yeah.

SIREN WAILING

This is Shane,
my daughter's partner.

These people are detectives.

What's going on?

I'm sorry to inform you,

your husband, Fred, was found dead
this morning on a border road.

Oh, my God!

Shit!

Mandy?

Mandy?!
What?

We need formal identification,
but we're certain that it's him.

We're so sorry for your loss.

Well, what happened?

That's what we're trying
to establish.

He was crossing the border
in a tanker.

Did he crash, or...?

We I can't say too much
at this stage of the investigation,

but indications suggest foul play.

Oh, my God!

How was he when he left for work
this morning?

I-I-I've no idea.
He doesn't live here any more.

We separated about a year ago.

Have you spoken to him recently?

BOTH: No.

I... I sent him a text last week
asking him to stop sending flowers.

Did he respond?
Yeah... Yes, by sending those.

Don't forget, I need a lift to work.

What's going on?

Just come here for a minute.
It's your dad, love.

What about him? Is he OK?

I'm sorry.

Oh, my God, no.

Oh, no.

MANDY SOBBING

What happened?
We're still investigating.

When did you last see him?
A few days ago.

I... I...

I went to his flat
to bring him some food.

He wasn't looking after himself.

Can you take us there?

I'll come with you.
No, I'll go.

Oh, my God...
You never said you went to see him.

He wasn't eating, Mam.
What was I supposed to do?

I just have to tell work
I won't be in today.

OK. No rush.

Sounds like Fred wanted to get back
with his missus, but she'd moved on.

Maybe that's why he got
into trafficking.

Flowers like that don't come cheap.

Yeah.

BRIDGET: Do you think they know?

SHANE: They don't have a clue.

It's warm in here.
Oh, he'll have left the heating on.

He was always doing that at home.

Drove Mum mad.

Is your ma seeing anyone else?
No.

She likes being single.

To be honest, she's been happier
these last few months

than I've seen her in years.

What's with all the medical stuff
in the bathroom?

Da had, erm...

leg ulcers
from sitting in the cab too long.

I used to dress them with supplies
I took from the hospital.

Please don't tell them.
I could get in trouble.

No, we won't.

Do you want a lift home?

I'd like to stay here for a while,
if that's OK.

Shane can give me a lift.

We're going to have to
take this with us.

Needy man with leg ulcers.

No wonder his missus
didn't want him back.

You're all heart, Regan.

Till our survivor can talk,
let's pay that fuel company a visit.

So, Fred worked here
for the last seven years.

You can search all you like,
but you'll find nothing.

They just barged in, Mr Duggan.
This is all on Fred.

If I'd have known what he was up to,
I'd have contacted you myself.

We're a legitimate family business

delivering fuel north and south
of the border

and been doing so for years.

Except now competition is
stiffer, margins are tighter,

so companies like yours need to
find ways to make up any shortfall.

I dislike your tone, Detective.
I dislike people traffickers.

That is an outrageous comment!

In fact, I don't know
what you're doing here... Da...

And you are?

David Duggan, marketing manager.
This is my father.

Like I said,
legitimate family business.

This is about those migrants, right?
You know anything about it?

Only what I saw on the news.
Terrible tragedy.

Those men shouldn't have been
inside that tanker.

It's madness,
and these people need to be stopped

from coming into Ireland
in the first place.

There's no room for them here.

Detective Boyd would agree with you,
wouldn't you, Detective?

Da, chill, OK?

I've got this.
We've nothing to hide.

Please tell me, Officer,
what can we do to help?

We need a full breakdown
of where your drivers were going

and the customers
they were delivering to.

I'll sort that out, personally.

I'd prefer
if you didn't disclose

my personal views
in front of witnesses.

I'd prefer you weren't here,
but you are.

Look, Regan,
someone needs to get a grip

of this migrant situation
or more people will die, OK?

It's got out of hand. The rules
of entry are there for a reason.

It's our job to enforce them
without fear or favour.

You're all heart, Boyd.

BOYD SIGHS

Promise me, Da, you didn't
know what Fred was up to.

Course I didn't.

Well, then,
we've nothing to worry about.

CLASSICAL MUSIC
PLAYING

PHONE DIALS

ROSIE: 'Hi, love.
When are you home?'

About 40 minutes.

Right, well, dinner's in the oven.
'OK.'

Thanks, love.

MUSIC FADES

SKIPPING THROUGH STATIONS

ON RADIO: 'Patrick Gorman here
from Carrick Suite Dreams.

'Come to my store, where I have
a sofa with your name on it.

'And a dining table.

'And a bed.
In fact, I have everything you need

'to furnish your home...'
Daddy!

RADIO OFF

RETCHING

ON TV: 'Detectives continue
to investigate the case

'of two migrant stowaways,
one of whom died

'whilst being smuggled
across the border in a fuel tanker.

'Councillor Nicola Patterson,
who is seeking re-election

'in next month's local elections,
is demanding action from the PSNI.'

Until the police clamp down

on illegal immigrants
pouring into Northern Ireland,

it's only going to get worse.

'These people
are economic migrants.

'Why should they get help

'when people are suffering
financial hardship...'

DOORBELL RINGS

'..and a lack
of affordable housing?'

This came for you!

Weighs a tonne!

Think I put me back out lifting it.

Sciatica is my middle name.
Cheers.

Don't mind me!

I'll just crawl back home
on me hands and knees!

DISTANT SIREN WAILING

Ballistics say the gun
that fired the fatal shot

was the same one used in an armed
robbery near Dundalk two years ago.

Dissident republicans
were suspected,

but there were no convictions.

Why would dissident republicans
want to kill Fred?

Maybe he was working for
a rival gang,

muscling in on their turf,

and they killed him
to send a message?

Setting him on fire
was like adding a PS.

PHONE RINGS

Shakir.

OK, thanks.

Our survivor is conscious.

OK. Call Regan.
Tell her to meet me there. Right.

HOSPITAL PA ANNOUNCEMENTS

Physically, he's getting stronger.
Mentally, I'm not so sure.

Why is he handcuffed?
Flight risk.

Julie Cooper, Border Force.
DCI Boyd, PSNI.

DI Regan, An Garda Siochana.

I wouldn't normally handcuff,
but I've no choice.

We're understaffed,
and these guys just keep on coming.

Has he said anything?
Not a word.

He doesn't seem to understand
English, and he's got no papers.

We're waiting on an interpreter
from Belfast,

but they're also understaffed.

What about Google Translate?

Interpreters
must be officially validated

or the legals don't like it.

My guess is he and his dead friend
were trying to make it to England.

Because of the chaos
in the English Channel,

we're seeing more migrants
trying to access the UK this way,

through the back door.

My name is Philip.

We're here to find out what happened
to you and your friend.

Parlez-vous francais?

Wow. It's like I'm in Paris (!)

Je m'appelles Philipe.

We have two lines of enquiry.

First, who's behind
this people trafficking

which led to the death of a migrant?

And, second, who killed Fred Murray

and how might these
two crimes be linked?

Fred was due to make
nine deliveries that day,

eight of which
were south of the border,

mainly in and around
the Monaghan area,

and one here up in the North
at the PPL,

which is a horticultural processor.

Constable, I want you
to find out about them

and also to check the tanker satnav,

in case there were any stops
not listed on the schedule.

Yes, sir.
OK.

Our two men must have climbed aboard
the tanker

somewhere along this route.

Someone might have seen
or heard something.

I want us to check any CCTV.

It's an isolated area,

but there could be cameras on farm
buildings, that kind of thing.

DI Regan, I suggest your team do
the same down south of the border.

Yes, sir.

# South of the border
Down Mexico way. #

LAUGHTER

Good. Do you want to join
my church choir, Sergeant?

No, boss.
Then be quiet, OK?

Now, on to forensics.

Three words scratched
on the inside of the tanker

using the penknife we recovered.

It looks like Arabic to me.
I'm not an expert.

Assuming none of you are either.
We're gonna ask our interpreter

who's on his way from Belfast soon,
so we hope.

OK, any questions?

Nicola Patterson's husband
runs this business.

You heard of her?

I've heard of her Ulster Freedom
Party - right-wing fanatics

who'd like to build a 50-foot fence
along the border to keep us out.

Try not to pick a fight with her.
We're north of the border!

You're the boss!

You were scheduled
to be Fred Murray's last call

on his delivery round.

Is that correct?

I haven't a clue
whether we were first or last.

All I know is we never got our fuel,

and now we're running low
during one of our busiest times.

Do you always buy your fuel
from Duggan's?

Have done for years.

Doubt we will in the future.
Mm-hm.

Ah, this is my wife.

Nicola.

DCI Boyd.
This is DI Regan, An Garda Siochana.

Why is there a Guard
north of the border?

We have an informal relationship,

where it's deemed a joint operation
might improve the outcome.

That sounds more like
an illegal operation to me.

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".

His legal status is yet
to be determined.

He was found trying to enter
the United Kingdom

hidden in a fuel tanker.

I think it's fair to say
we all know what his status is.

Presumably, this operation requires

a lot of workers here
and in the field?

Yes, we employ gang masters who,
I might add, are all registered.

They provide our seasonal workers.

And these workers are all foreign?

Many are, but not all.

That's ironic.

Something to say, Detective?

No, she doesn't.

We welcome anyone
who's been invited to come here.

You say "welcome", I say "exploit".

How dare you?

You've something to say, too?

It's fine.
Detective Regan is Garda Siochana.

They have different standards
to our police force.

That was you not picking a fight,
was it?

Someone needed to challenge her.

That's not our job, Regan.

The PSNI is an impartial,
non-political police force.

We don't choose sides.
At least, not any more.

Believe that
and you'll believe anything.

Anyway, I'm not PSNI
so I can say what the hell I like.

PHONE RINGS
Flat white for me.

MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO
Regan?

ON RADIO: 'Patrick Gorman here
from Carrick Suite Dreams.

'Come to my store where I have
a sofa with your name on it.

'And a dining table. And a bed.

'In fact, I have everything
you need to furnish...'

SCREAMS

Interpreter's here.

I said we'd meet him
at the hospital.

ON RADIO: # Golden, golden, golden
Carrick Suite Dreams. #

For a second there,
I thought you had a heart attack.

FYI, if you ever need CPR,
count me out.

There's no way
I'm giving you mouth-to-mouth.

Sorry.

How long's this been going on?

On and off a few years.

More since you told me
Gorman was back.

You need to sort this shit out
before you do something stupid

like blow his brains out,
or your own.

I'd never do something like that.
No? No.

No.

I bet you haven't thought
about killing him, either?

I knew it.

I used to visit my father's grave.

I promised I'd get justice
for him one day.

So, what are you waiting for?

Evidence. There isn't any.

He could be completely innocent.

You're a witness.

He was wearing a balaclava.
I only saw his eyes.

Your da got a shot in, right?

Aye.

He always kept a gun by his bed.

My mother said he hit the gunman
in the right shoulder.

So, if Gorman did do it,
he'd have a scar.

Take a civil action against him
and force him to reveal it in court.

That could take 30 years.

Anyway, he could just say he got it

from falling off a bike
or something.

Anyways, I can't afford lawyers.

No, if I want justice, I'll have to
find it a different way.

We can't wait indefinitely.
I have other cases.

This is Tariq Malik,
our interpreter.

Are you the SIO?
Yes.

Why didn't you tell me before
I trekked all the way from Belfast

that your witness is
being uncooperative?

I can't interpret someone
refusing to speak.

He's traumatised and vulnerable.
And I'm short of time.

Our case load has exploded
in recent months,

unlike our budget.

FYI, I tried Arabic, Urdu,
Punjabi, Kurdish and Farsi.

Zero.

Excuse me.

Wait, I have some words I need
to show you that we found.

Email me.

Now what, Chief?

Can I uncuff him?

Sure.

What are you gonna do?

There is one language
that we haven't tried.

DOOR OPENS

BOYD CLEARS HIS THROAT

Our Father, who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name,

thy kingdom come, thy will be done
on Earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses...

BOTH: As we forgive those
who trespass against us.

Lead us not into temptation...

BOTH: ..but deliver
us from evil. Amen.

Philip.

Samir.

Pleased to meet you, Samir.

There's no physical reason
to keep him here,

and we do need the bed.

I'm sorry.

Where will he go?

There's a detention centre in
Belfast that might have a space.

We need him here
for our investigation.

Everywhere's full.

If I can't get him in there, I'll
have to house him in a police cell.

You can't put him in a cell.
Do you have a better idea?

You've changed your tune.

Yesterday, you wanted
to send them all home.

Stop!
What did I just say?

Daniel!

Give me that back.
I'm trying to work!

Mummy.
Enough!

I can hear you two from outside.
You're late.

Yes. There's a reason for that.

The only alternative
was to put him in a cell, OK?

He's traumatised enough
without doing that to him.

It's only a few days.

He's wearing a surveillance tag
so he can't skip off anywhere.

If you don't like it, I'll bring him
right back to the station.

I will.

"Do not neglect to show
hospitality to strangers,

"for thereby some have
entertained angels unawares."

I'm not sure he's an angel,
but still...

Thanks, love.

REGAN ON VIDEO: 'Oh, my God,
Caitlin! That's disgusting.'

CAITLIN: 'Disgusting!'
'I told you to follow the recipe.'

CHATTER,
LAUGHTER ON VIDEO

'Oh, get away from me.

'Don't try to help me now
because you feel bad.

'Get away.'
'But the colours are nice.'

BIRDSONG

Why didn't you do this last night?
I'm nearly done.

Ah! Welcome to the madhouse, Samir.
Sit yourself down.

Did you phone your mother?
My phone does not work.

We'll sort something out.

Here you go.
This is called an Ulster fry.

It's traditional.

Made from the flesh
of murdered animals,

who, during their pitiful
short lives,

were stuffed with growth hormones
and antibiotics

and belched greenhouse gases that
cause irreversible climate change.

OK, then.

You ready?
Yes.

APP DIALLING

Mama?
WOMAN: 'Samir?

'Samir!'
SPEAKING IN ARABIC

SAMIR CRYING

Sink with that.
Have you got your bits?

PHONE CHIMES

Have you washed your hands?

BOYD CLEARS HIS THROAT
Right, you, out.

Regan, this is my wife, Rosie.

That one's Daniel.

And this is Ellie.
Pleased to meet you.

We've heard so much about you.
I bet you have.

He's very complimentary. Mostly.
He's mostly a pain in the arse.

Aye, he can be that, too.
Totally.

I am here, you know.
Right, come on you. We are late.

We must get you around some time.
Oh, no, don't feel obliged.

Right. Be safe, love.

OK.

Right...

So, Samir's inside talking
to his mother, so...

Can I get you a coffee or...?

Yeah, go on.
Yeah.

How long have you lived here?
15 years.

It used to belong to Rosie's mother,
but she got too old.

You know you can rent your old house
where you grew up?

It's a holiday let.
I do.

You ever been?

No.

Why would I do that?
Might help your PTSD.

Who says I have PTSD?

What would you call it?

One day, Jamal and me
are walking to school.

It was beautiful day,

and my little brother, Amir,
he runs ahead to class.

He loved school.

Then the missile came.

The army say it was a mistake,
but they always lie.

I found Amir's body in the rubble.

Also my teacher, two of my friends.

My cousin live in the UK.

Tell us how to get there
and he send us money.

We fly to Ireland,
but the border police,

they put us in a detention centre

with the other migrants.

We stay there for six months.

And one day, a man come.

He say he can help us.

Tell us about this man.

Erm...

He is Irish. White.

30 years old.

Did he give a name?

Murphy.

Murphy. That's original.

He say for 10,000 euro,
he can bring us to the UK.

But we have no money,

so he say if we work for him
for one year to pay him back.

'So we agree.

'Murphy picks us up in his van.

'We hide in the back.

'We drive for two hours to some wood
where we must wait.'

And then he leave.

What make of van? Colour?

White. Make, I don't know.

What can you remember about it?

Um...

Football boots on the mirror.

And he had a knife.

What sort of knife?

Big.

We stay in the woods that night.

In the morning,
the tanker arrive with the driver

and he tell us to get inside.

Is this the driver?
Yes.

That was him.

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

The fumes, they make us sick.

Then what happened?

We drive, but Jamal
he is very sick.

BANGING
Help!

BANGING

Help!

BANGING CONTINUING

Help!

BRAKES APPLIED

Help!

Shut up!
Please, my friend is dying.

We must get out.

If I don't take you where
I'm meant to, I don't get paid.

I'm sorry.
Please.

I beg you.

Then what?

He, er... talks on the phone.

I can't hear what he say.

We stop for maybe one hour.

A car comes.

I hear gunshot.
MUFFLED GUNSHOT

And then I...

I don't remember,
I wake up in hospital.

We found this scratched
on the inside of the tanker.

I wrote that.

What does it mean?

It means...

"God forgive me."

Rosie will be back in a few hours.

Stay inside or your tag
will alert the border force

who will take you
straight to a police cell,

no questions asked.

Understand?
Yes.

OK.

Samir, I'm sorry about what happened
to you and your brother. OK?

OK.

I'm off.

I thought you were on earlies.
I'm covering.

How are you getting in?
Your car's in the garage.

Shane's giving me a lift.
He's just pulling up.

See you.
DOOR CLOSES

VAN DOOR SLAMS

OK, so Fred is driving
along this road

when he hears Samir making a noise.

He parks up and opens the hatch.

DI Regan. Please, take a seat.

Thanks for coming all this way.
I'm charging mileage.

Philip is running through
various possible scenarios.

OK, so I got to the part
where Fred opened the hatch.

Samir tells him that Jamal is dying.
He pleads with him to let them out.

Fred panics, closes the hatch
and makes a call. To who?

Murphy the white van man?
Seems the most likely candidate.

OK. So Fred calls Murphy who tells
him to hang tight, he's on his way.

Murphy arrives,
Fred tells him he's out,

he never signed up for this,
that he's calling an ambulance

before he's facing
a double murder charge.

Thank you. They argue.

Fred pulls a gun, but
he's a tanker driver not a killer,

so Murphy quickly takes it off him
and shoots him.

After he murders Fred,

he could've opened the hatch
so Samir and Jamal could escape.

He didn't, which means
he's responsible for two deaths.

So, for now,
Murphy is our prime suspect.

So, we've an Irishman called Murphy
who drives a white van in Ireland.

Yeah. There can't be more
than a million of those, so...

I have another theory.
Here we go.

Forget about Murphy for a minute.

What if there was someone else?
Like who?

Someone who knew what was going on

and decided to use it
for political gain.

There's a local election coming up.
You've someone in mind?

A friend of hers?

I love you.
I love you, too.

I'm on my way.

Ten minutes.

Yeah, well, it's like we discussed,
isn't it?

Uh-huh.

Aye.

I'll put you on hold.

What is it?
Remember the PSNI detective?

DCI Boyd?
What about him?

He's playing host
to that boy in the tanker.

DOORBELL RINGS

ROSIE ON PHONE:
'It's called Tabakh Roho.

'It's a lamb stew.'
Bye, sir.

'And he's also making her ladyship
a vegetarian dish.'

Aye, it sounds good.
You should keep me some.

Are you going to be late?

It's mad busy here.

Right, well,
we'll see you when we see you.

Good night, sir.

SAMIR: 'We say it's too dangerous,
but he say, "No, it's OK."

' "It's empty. No fuel."

'So we all climb inside,
but he's a liar.

'There is fuel inside.

'The fumes, they make us sick.'

RECORDING REWINDS

'So we all climb inside.'

THUNDER RUMBLING

Number three.

That'll be 40 quid. Anything else?

Bottle of Scotch.

Tap there when you're ready.

COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING

All right?

All right.

Pint?
Yeah. Can I order some food?

Kitchen's closed.
Packet of crisps, then?

Bitch flavour? Arsehole?

Bitch.

PHONE RINGS

Regan.
'Tariq Malik. The interpreter?

'You sent me three Arabic words
to translate.'

You're too late. We already know
it means "God forgive me".

'Who told you that?'
The witness.

'He's lying.'

What the fuck?

GUNSHOTS

Daddy!

PHONE RINGING

Regan.
'Where are you?'

Er, I'm at home. Why?

Those Arabic words scratched
on the inside of the tanker.

It doesn't mean "God forgive me".
No?

The three words are three names.

Jamal, Samir
and someone called Hasan.

There's a third man.

'There was something nagging me
about Samir's interview.

'Now I know what.'
Slow down. Slow down.

We need to talk to him urgently.
I'm on my way to your house.

No, wait. I'm not there.

Er... I'm at a friend's.

I told you you're a shit liar.
Chat tomorrow.

Boyd?
PUTS PHONE DOWN

THUNDERCLAP

Hey, Ma, listen.
I'm going to stay at Da's tonight.

Why? 'I need some time alone
there, you know.'

Are you OK?
'Yeah.'

I called Shane,
but he's not picking up.

'If you see him, can you ask him
to collect me in the morning?'

Sure.

She knows.

Olive.

Best part, the salt.

Daddy!

This looks so good!

You know, I could get used to this,
Samir.

Mum?

SCREAMS

Utility room now!

Daddy!

Look, Boyd, if you're gonna
fall off the wagon,

at least do it with Irish,
not Scotch.

Look, I appreciate your concern,
but you stay out of this.

I'm not concerned about you.

I'm concerned about me if
you go on a fucking shooting spree.

My life is complicated enough
without you making it worse.

If you wanna play Dirty Harry,

do it on your side of the border,
not mine.

I just want to know if it was him.
He's not gonna tell you.

He doesn't need to.

I just need to see
if he has that scar.

He's not Harry fucking Potter.

You'd have to strip search him
to see it.

If that's what it takes.
And when he refuses to cooperate?

You'll threaten to kill him, right?

CAR KEYS RATTLE

Get out!
Make me.

Regan!
Give me the bottle!

PHONE RINGS

Maybe your wife can talk
some sense into you at least.

Philip? Philip? Help!

'Help! We're being attacked!'

'I'm on my way!'

We know you lied to us.

If you're found guilty of assisting
a fugitive, you could go to prison.

Come out! Hands behind your back!

Bingo!

Did you supply Fred
with that same gun?

No comment.

He's turning in. Go, turn!

Police!

Come out with your hands
where I can see them.

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

Tell us about Hasan.

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