All language subtitles for Hidden Assets.s01e03.Episode 3

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.

This programme contains
strong language

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 racist.

James!

It's talcum powder.

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

Bibi Melnick,
the woman you asked me to check,

her brother's number
was found in 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've heard,
he's a sneaky little prick.

Sometimes, Darren
would pay me to use the phone.

That's Fionn Brannigan's mobile.

Get us a search and seize.

We have him. On this.

MUSIC: AVE MARIA

# Ave Maria

# Gratia plena

# Maria, gratia plena

# Maria, gratia plena... #

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

Copies of everything.

# ..Ave Dominus

# Dominus tecum

# Benedicta tu in mulieribus

# Et benedictus

# Et benedictus fructus ventris

# Ventris tui, Jesus

# Ave Maria... #

Let's get Brannigan's
assistant in here.

May God Almighty bless you

with the Father, Son
and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

ALL: Amen.

INDISTINCT SPEECH

KEYPAD BEEPS

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.

Now? You've got to be joking.

Would you rather we'd do it here?

You better have a good reason
for doing this.

Come on.

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

Everyone place their mobile
phones in the tray.

No need to touch them.

The kids too.

OK. No problem,
but leave the kids out of it.

All the phones.

It's OK. Daddy will
buy you a better one.

Your watch too.

Sorry... 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.

OK. Come on, guys, let's go!

Well done today. Come on.

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 CLICKS

The tax man's never out of them.

There's nothing there.

There's something not right here.

Get the torch to open it up.

Hope there's no Semtex in the back.

CHURCH BELLS RING

Hey! See you!

See you!

Very special day.

Congratulations! See you!

I dread to think
where that came from.

We got him. Darren Reid's call from
Crossroads Tavern is on his log.

1 minute 35.

Ask and you shall receive. Yeah.

You said you weren't
going in today.

Oh...

I can't just drop everything.

At least give it a couple of days.

Until 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.

OK, look, I'll...

I'll think about it.

OK.

Is that your dress
for the fundraiser?

Mm-hm.

Hmm...

SHE LAUGHS

The Children's Hospital thanks you.

How long do you think
is left of his movie?

Seems like a long one.

Nice try!

I have to go to work.

Try not to call anybody
any names today.

Bye, sweetie!

DOOR CLOSES

DOOR BEEPS

Holy shit!

Hey, hey, hey!

EMER: He is neck-deep in this.

The apartment used the 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 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.

But 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 is 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.

If he's such a big deal,
why's 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.

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

I didn't think you'd pick up.

Apparently I have
a few minutes to kill.

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.

11-03 DS 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 ring him up,
he delivers, type of thing?

Any other contact? No.

He ever call you?

No. You sure?

I'm sure.

Do you know a pub called
the Crossroads Tavern?

Darren Reid travelled
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.

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.

It's not hard to guess.

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

That a Belgian Counter
Terrorist 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 going to 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.

DRAMATIC MUSIC

Sorry. W-What?

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 AND CLOSES

What the fuck was that?

Is there 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, DS Berry.

Let him go. 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 this 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.

THEY SIGH

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.

FOOTSTEPS DEPART

Reid's. Yours.

Identical.

Which binds the two of you
beyond question

in some sort of hefty transaction.

No comment.

Is this how he bought
the apartment for you?

Cos it would certainly explain
why we couldn't trace it.

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 lay down with dogs

and got up with more
than you could handle.

We have intel that
another bomb is imminent.

You can 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 got
certificates or something,

it's speculation.

Speculation.

Watch out for motor bikes.

TENSE MUSIC

Surveillance? On it.

NO AUDIBLE DIALOGUE

SHE EXHALES

SHE COUGHS

PEOPLE CHATTER INDISTINCTLY

PHONE VIBRATES

Yeah?

We lost him.
We had to let him go.

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.

Keep a tail on him and go
through his paperwork until...

He's looking at Darren Reid's blood.

Come on, Fionn, turn around.

TENSE MUSIC

Shit...

Sorry.

Ah, don't be.

It's a hard job we do.

And I think you're pretty...

What?

Carolyn.

Why are all our vans still here?

The Harbour Master was here.

No! No!

Our trading licence
has been suspended.

Citing that we pose a threat
to the port security.

He can't suspend our licence
without a hearing.

He just did.

PHONE RINGS

It's your mum.

Hey!

They've done it, James.
They've suspended my licence.

Hey, they're just
following protocol.

Look, they have to hold
a hearing within ten days.

Then you get your full licence back.
Ten days?

I'll usher everything
through myself. I promise.

OK.

Thanks.

Thank you for meeting me.

It's not a problem, what's up?

The Port Authority
have taken my licence.

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 ten 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
under Kleston Holdings.

Impressive.

There's at least three
generations of companies here.

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 going to catch him.

Like a car chase, Josh.
Only better.

I'll just stick to the tech.

Yeah.

This will take months, Nora.

I just need to get enough
to get Brannigan back in here

and crack him.

And what we're looking for
is in here somewhere.

And what exactly
are we looking for?

A 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.

DISTANT SHOUTS

ENGINE STARTS

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC

There you go. Thanks!

Thanks!

MOTORBIKE ENGINE REVS

LINE RINGS

ON PHONE: You've reached
Bibi Melnick.

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

SOFTLY: Fuck.

Ah, I really 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.

Ah, fuck!

TENSE MUSIC

EMER: What's he up to now?

He just pulled
into the Strand Hotel.

He might be meeting with someone.

What are you up to?

Fuck!

KEYPAD BEEPS

Now, he's just heading
back to his car.

OK, keep in touch.

INAUDIBLE CHATTER

THUNDER RUMBLES

All's still quiet at the house.

SEAN: Let me know
if anything changes.

Copy that.

Keep your eyes peeled.

Check in every 20 minutes.

Hey!

No buns?
I thought you were on a diet.

I thought you were my friend.

Sorry, I'm on a diet.

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.

Fionn?

Fionn?

Fionn?

Siobhan.

Fionn. You scared me.

HE SIGHS

Have you slept?

We'll fight them.

In court if we have to.

They're not getting everything
we worked for.

I haven't told you everything.

I need you to do something.

What?

I need you to get rid of something.

What is it?

Without asking me that.

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

I think I'm being watched.

What have you done?

I don't know exactly.
But I'm trying to fix this.

And listen, if CAB take
everything, we start again.

But 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 will all be OK, I promise.

POLICE: Mrs 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.

Did you see anyone?

No.

You sure?

No.

We're nearly there.

Shit!

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC

Fuck!

CAR HORN BEEPS

What the fuck? Come on!

For real?

We're at the taxi rank.
This is as close as I can get.

OK. 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.

They can't do anything to you.

OK?

CAR HORN BEEPS

Fuck!

I love you. Go, go, go!

DRIVER: Where to, sir?

Just hang on a minute.

Fuck!

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 grey estate.

Can you see him? No.

Look again.

Shit!

Security desk, how can I help you?

Just a moment, sir. Come on! Lift.

Yeah, I see him.

You don't have to do it, Siobhan.

I can do it.

There's enough time.

Siobhan! I can do it.

All right. Burn the document.

Sorry for the inconvenience.

Have a nice day!

Shit! They've split up.

Siobhan's going in.

EMER: I'm at the hotel.

You stay with Fionn
and call for back up.

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

They have to be meeting someone.

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

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC

Fuck!

STAFF: Sorry, we're not open yet.

Did a woman come through here? No.

FIRE ALARM BEEPS

From there.

Keep her there! Ugh!

What is it, Mrs Brannigan?

It must be something very important.

Get security to not let anyone
leave the building.

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...

RADIO SWITCHES OFF

Where's your husband?

You'd be wise to tell me.

Cos if you think I'm his problem,
you're both very stupid.

Thank you for doing this!

Glad to.

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.

Hmm...

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.

But it was silver.

A silver Toyota, I think it was.

What did he look like?

About 40.

Dark hair.

Oh, and a wedding ring.

That's all.

Then what?

Fionn got in the back seat.

And 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.

And...anyone following
would look there last

and it would buy me some time.

Nearly worked.

Did Fionn know him?

Maybe.

I don't know, they just...

They just took off.

Recess.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

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 can't make it out.

You'd have gotten better
pictures from Mars.

I'm trying to locate
any Audis coming in.

See if we can get a better view
of who's driving.

Emer, I'm so sorry.

You wouldn't have lost him today
if I hadn't lost him yesterday.

Do me a favour 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.

I don't want to know about it.

PHONE RINGS

FIONN: 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.

The CAB woman says you're not safe.

I'm safe.

How?

I'm handing myself in.
To the police.

What?

If they have that document now,

there's nothing else I can do
anyway.

Just come back.

Siobhan... The hard drive.

They didn't get it.

It's still up there
where you left it.

I love you, Siobhan.

DOOR OPENS

INDISTINCT CHATTER

CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS

AUDIENCE APPLAUD

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 licence problem.

..respected institutions.

Let's secure
the next hundred years

with the very best personnel,

resources and equipment we can.

Thank you!

APPLAUSE

Everybody drink up!

I want you all to regret tomorrow
how much you spent tonight.

ALL LAUGH

That was great. Thanks!

Richard?

No, no.

Viktor!

Viktor Maes.

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

NO AUDIBLE DIALOGUE

PHONE RINGS

I'm sorry,
I have to take this call.

I'll be back in a few seconds. OK?

Hello?

Fionn?

Fionn, slow down.

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

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.

I can't just abandon my brother,
James.

Where is he?

The airport.

Come on. We'll be there
and back in an hour.

No, 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.

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!

I have friends and employees
who are ethnic minorities.

I'm not racist.

I've learned not to
take the criticism personally.

It's...just politics.

I've...
I admire that you had the mettle

to air your stance publicly.

How did Richard take it?

Oh, you...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.

TENSE MUSIC

Fionn?

Hi!

Hi!

Does anyone know you're here?

Just James.

I told you not to tell anyone.

Sorry!

Come on.

What's going on?

I...

I think I might
have put you in danger.

What sort of danger? Real danger.

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

But these people, they...

They...
I'm going to sort it, OK?

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 any more.

But I've changed my mind.
I'm going to tell the police.

The police?

I'm dead otherwise.

Yeah, but Fionn, the police?

You sure? I'm sure.

OK. OK.

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.

TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES

NO AUDIBLE DIALOGUE

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

He's here, Emer. In Antwerp.

He's handing himself in.

Fionn Brannigan's in Antwerp.

Get me a flight, Norah.

SIRENS WAIL

JAMES: Fionn?

Fionn!

Fionn?

Fionn, it's me!

It's James!

Something's not right.

He's not here.