All language subtitles for Hidden Assets.s01e04.Episode 4

The warrant. Oh, this is just
surface, squeaky-clean and perfect.

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

We found these in a hidden
safe in his workplace.

This programme contains
strong language.

This Hadi Mansour is not
giving up anything.

So, right now, Fionn Brannigan

is all we've got
to stop this bomb.

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 can handle.

If they find
this other thing,

I go to jail
for a really long time.

I need you to destroy it.

ALARM GOES OFF

They caught me, the guards.

It's a declaration of trust.

And I need you
to get me out of here unseen.

Siobhan... The hard drive.
They didn't get it.

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

Hey, they're just
following protocol.

I have an ear I can bend.

I think I might have
put you in danger.

What sort of danger?
He's here, Emer.

He's handing himself in.

Something's not right.
He's not here.

He was going
to take a deal?

It's what the sister says.
You can ask for yourself.

She's still here.
What do you think he has?

We think he's laundering

and crossed paths
somehow with the bombers.

We think he wants
to give us that connection.

Does it look like
someone got to him

or he changed
his mind and ran?

No sign of foul play.

No-one entered the airport
who wasn't already

on a passenger
or staff list.

Most likely, he went over the
fence. We're looking at that.

Can I take your bag?

What about
outbound flights?

Well, two in the timeframe.
One to Charleroi.

We had it searched
on landing, nothing.

And the other is a private
plane to Tangiers.

Where he could
get beyond extradition.

Yeah. Yeah, this is
where he was last seen.

His sister left him there to get
her husband and the police.

Any crew here that worked
for any of his companies?

Could have
helped him get out?

Vince is on that.

And the contact list
his sister gave us.

Follow me.

What about the pilot
that brought him here?

Admitted to smuggling him
on the cargo plane.

Says he was threatened
with his job if he didn't.

Ha! He'll be losing
a lot more than that now.

We think he got help
getting to the airport.

We're tracing that car.

This is what
I want to show you.

The fence wire
is pushed down.

Hard to tell if it's even recent
and nowhere to lift a print.

But he definitely
could have gone over it.

If you come out
of the hangar,

it's the first place
you'd try to hop.

Good blind spot.

Yeah, and the camera
is facing outwards.

Yes, set up to get people
breaking in, not out.

Also in his favour.

He could be out
there now, running.

We have search parties
and road checks for miles.

Nothing yet.

Frau Melnick, this is Detective
Sergeant Emer Berry

from Ireland's
Criminal Assets Bureau.

Why are CAB here?
We're looking for my brother.

Yeah, well,
CAB got the information

that can help us do that.

Why did he come here to you,
Mrs Melnick?

He wasn't making
much sense.

He... Hmm...

He said he was in danger

and it would be
safer for him

to talk to the police
and leave me out of it.

He was coked
to the gills.

I thought it was
mostly paranoia.

Did he gave you any indication
what he wanted to tell us?

No. I've no idea.

I'd like to ask you again.

Are you sure your
brother didn't know Sana Retz?

He may have met her,
I don't remember.

The last time Fionn
was here was when?

Two months.

Sana was in my employment then,

but I don't remember
them meeting.

He came to my office for lunch.
Maybe then, but...

Why?

He owns the apartment
where she was murdered.

What?

Wait, Fionn owned the apartment?

I thought it was
this dealer...

Darren Reid
fronted the purchase

for your brother.

Wait, that's...

That's where the bomb was...

Fionn, he wouldn't have
any involvement in that.

No.

How often
does he come to Antwerp?

A couple of times a year.

That's how often we see him.

It's not the same as how often
he's here, I suppose.

You didn't know he had
acquired property here?

No. He'd know
I wouldn't be pleased.

Look, it doesn't surprise me
that Fionn is on CAB's radar,

but this...

..this sounds like
what he was running from.

He was really scared.

Please, just find him.

Well, that's what
we're trying to do. Thank you.

You think
she's telling us everything?

Her employee at the apartment,
her brother owns it.

She's been fully
cooperating.

And background checks threw nothing
up.

There is, however,
a line of inquiry into him.

James Melnick's law firm
represented a company

accused of shipping illegal
chemicals to Syria.

Isopropanol. Used in the
production of sarin nerve gas.

And the company
had no export licence.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

He lost the case

and appears to have had no
contact with the company since.

That was seven
or eight years ago.

Yeah?

OK.

Plane to Tangiers just landed.
Four passengers.

One pilot, one crew.
They're all females.

I want a fucking cigarette.

You smoke?

Well... I'm trying to quit.
Got a patch.

Yeah. You're very calm.

I cheat. Got one
over here as well.

Do you have a spare?

Sure do.

Oh, thank you!

I've got gum too.

So maybe Fionn Brannigan
changed his mind. I wonder why.

I just don't want
to hear that more people

have been blown up
before we find him.

Yeah.

Been looking at that apartment
on the news all week.

It was owned by your brother.

And how...how does he get
himself mixed up

with people
who blow people up?

You know what I don't get?

How does Sana fit
into all of this?

Hmm? Huh! Pretty girl.

Catches his eye. Drugs?

He might be dead.

No...

No, he scrapes his way
out of everything.

I'm sure he knows
plenty of shady people

who can help him run.

Plus, he knows the airport.

If he was OK, he would've
called me or Siobhan by now.

It's only been a few hours.

I should have made him
come with me.

The state he was in.

No... Hey...

He'll be back.

He'll be back to give us plenty
more sleepless nights.

I'd take them.

SIREN WAILS

What the fuck?!

Hey!

CROWD SHOUTS

Yes?
I have an appointment.

I phoned earlier. Thank you.

The Irish police again.

What? You fell out
with your Belgian partner?

How would I verify if these
come from the same source?

Read the accompanying
paperwork.

They're from the same mine.

You can tell,
just like that?

Hmm... Blue.

Both exposed to boron
during formation.

Rare.

Expensive.

And they have
the same-shaped atoms.

Expressed
in their outward shape.

Round now because the edges
are worn, but look.

12 faces.

Hmm...

Everything comes
to the surface eventually.

To answer your question,
it is highly unlikely

that two people in Ireland have
these stones by coincidence.

Hang on, I didn't say...

You're not the first cop
to ever come in here.

To ask me about
illegal diamonds.

It happens all the time.

Have you seen this man?

His name
is Fionn Brannigan.

You, I remembered
straight off. Him, I never saw.

Looking is what I do.

But I tell you, these are
no good to him like this.

They have to be cut
and polished.

And they can't without
a Kimberley.

He needs someone disreputable
to do that and certify them.

And your friend has beautiful
laundered diamonds.

Someone like that is
who I'd be looking for.

Where?

Anywhere in the world with
an exploited work force

or a system open to bribes.

China, Russia,
India, Africa.

So, anywhere?

Hmm.

Have you got anything
on the Audi?

CCTV footage
is a complete wash-out.

No match on either the guest
list or the staff list. Nothing.

And Emer, we can see the car
pull out onto the road

then it literally disappears.

Nothing on the next camera
in either direction.

We're probably chasing
our tails here but keep at it.

Will do.
Put Norah on.

She's not here yet.

OK, I'll talk to you later.

Double-shot espresso.

Thought you might need it.

How are the boys?

Huge. I have
to scold upwards.

Ha-ha! Brian?

The way your team's been
in the headlines lately,

you didn't bring me here
to ask about my family.

I need to know everything
Revenue has on Brannigan.

Hmm! You know what we know.
You've seen what's in the files.

But what I really want
is what isn't in the files.

What's in your head.
What makes you think...

You wouldn't stop digging
on a scumbag that big.

He is scum.

Maybe posh scum
with a tan on a yacht,

but every penny is diddled from
the Irish taxpayer,

so real scum.

What can you tell me?

Without clearance?

SHE LAUGHS

You think I don't know
why I'm here, Norah?

Sorry.

Sorry, but I really want
to get the little fucker.

The rules are the reason
we didn't get the little fucker.

We're too bloody slow.

We'd over a decade

to recover what him and
his father hid from the state.

Revenue doesn't want
the real figure out there.

But the Brannigans
must have hidden 600 million.

Say 5% compound on that.

Makes 400 million
tax free.

Shit!

It's an obscene
amount of money.

I've hardly had the time.

I just can't break
through his books.

I really need a steer.

OK.

Surat. What?

Fionn Brannigan tried
to put three properties

beyond our reach at the time
his father topped himself.

We got two of them.

You wouldn't believe
what we had to go through

in Moscow and in India.

Not just twists and turns,
but real threats

from Brannigan's
new-found friends and partners.

But there was something in Surat
too that we didn't get.

He was travelling in and out
of there the whole time,

and we don't know why.

You think that asset
is still there?

Something is.

Surat.

That's where I'd be looking.

Any word? No.

You look exhausted, Bibi.

You really need
to be here?

If I'm at work,
I don't have to think.

What are you doing here?

I was on my way
to meet a client.

Thought I would drop in.

You're not just
doing admin, are you?

I saw your vans heading down
to the docks as I drove in.

I was going to tell you
last night but...

Richard got the suspension
lifted.

What?

You know him.
He always has to fix things.

He has to know that
they're broken, first.

It's just until the hearing.

Wait, you went
behind my back?

This is my area of the law

and you would rather
take his advice?

If I have to close until the
hearing,

I could lose half my business.

If you bend the rules, Bibi,

you could lose
all your business.

Which is why I counselled
you as I did.

You hired an illegal, OK?
That isn't nothing.

These people could bring
their full weight down on you

if they want to.

I know them and
they're not going to like

you pulling their strings.

This could really backfire.

James! James!

What should I do?
Ask my father.

Detective Sergeant Berry,
please come take a look at this.

This... This dark grey Volvo.

This is the road
behind the airport.

The hangar where
Fionn Brannigan was.

Nothing unusual.

Only, the same car passes

at the exact same spot
nine minutes later,

but in the opposite direction.

But this is a no-through road.

So there's nowhere to go
or come back from in that time.

So it stopped
and had business.

Yes.
Nine minutes.

That's enough time for him
to jump the fence

and that car to drive him away.

We picked it back up
on the airport road.

And we have much
better cameras there.

We have the licence plate.

And we have the address.

OK. Let's go.

Oh, chief,
forensics are here.

Dr Marianne Baert,
Head of Forensics,

this is Detective
Sergeant Emer Berry.

Hi! From Ireland.
I've heard about you. Welcome!

Christian, we have managed
to extract a sample of DNA

from the explosive device.

And Interpol have a match.

The bomber?
Yes.

But it doesn't make sense.

The match says he's Colombian.

He's what?

DNA from an explosion
is notoriously

difficult to extract.

Any sample
potentially contains DNA

from 15 different people.

But we rechecked every step.

Colombian, you say?

Hmm-hmm.

Makes no sense at all.

Makes sense for him
blessing himself.

Narcotic-funded terrorism?

And the cartels aren't
exactly unknown here.

And drugs would link in with
Darren Reid and Fionn Brannigan.

Hold on, I thought
we were investigating

an Islamic terrorist attack.

We're investigating
a terrorist attack.

Interpol have requested
the release of his particulars.

So the Colombian Ambassador
will be expecting you.

Thank you. Let's go.

So, you've ruled out
ISIS, then?

Yeah, well, it doesn't smell right.

They haven't claimed it.
We have no intel.

This cell just appeared
out of nowhere.

So either these guys
are dangerously good

or the men we hauled in

have absolutely
nothing to do with it.

I'm keeping
my options open.

Chief Inspector De Jong?

Detective Sergeant Berry. Welcome.

My office has sent through
everything you asked for.

Let me know if you need
anything else.

Maybe something to eat?

No, thank you. OK. Bye.

Luis Eduardo Spinola.

Born in Bogota, 1978.

Parole denied.

Two counts of burglary, assault,

four counts of armed robbery.

No drug-related offences,
and no known drug affiliations.

This guy doesn't seem to have any
connections to the drugs at all.

Doesn't look right.

Because it's not.

It's not him.

"Se ahorca".

Hung himself.

Spinola can't be the Antwerp bomber.

He died in La Modelo prison
four weeks ago.

This fucking case.

What are we even doing here?

There must be a mix-up.

NEWSCASTER: Live in Antwerp
this evening.

We spoke to members of
the public voicing fears that,

despite police questioning of
four suspects detained yesterday

in the 2060 district,
no charges have yet been brought.

Chief Inspector Christian De Jong
of the Counter Terrorism Unit

has declined to comment.

And the predominant fear is that

whoever is mounting this
campaign is...

Give me a minute.

I need a cigarette.

Don't do it.

PHONE RINGS

Same registration.

They cloned the fucking plates.

Fuck!

Not a single hit.

No leads to a hotel or
a business park.

Any commercial property, nothing.

No mention of Surat in any
of his correspondence, either.

No-one is taking our jobs.

That's what he wants you to believe.

Viktor Maes,
a right-wing politician.

Cynical, profiteering low-life

using the bombings to stir up
racial hatred for votes.

But they are taking our jobs.

My wife, she's been looking for
a job for eight months now.

Eight months? Yeah?

Well, she's not going to be too
happy when you lose yours.

Dark grey Volvo.

Right reg.

Sitting all night in a
disused car park.

He took seven flights
to Surat that year,

and no attempts to hide them.

But I can't find any, no evidence
of what he was doing there.

No sign of any
high-yielding properties.

No leads to... Hold on.
Seven trips to Surat, in India?

They cut diamonds big time there.

If those raw diamonds
were illegal... "If"?

We found some in
the bottom of a monkey cage.

Norah, this sounds
completely dodgy.

He was laundering.

We're looking for a place
that cuts diamonds.

I'm on it.

Do you know how many of those
there are in Surat?

Most diamonds go through there.

Hey, Marianne.

Hi.

So, all this.

And whoever we're looking for
was probably wearing gloves.

Oh, Jesus, it's like someone
tipped a bin into it.

It's that one over there.

Are you kidding me?
No, it's DNA soup in here.

I mean, we have four different
colours of hair already -

and that's just human hair.

Tissues, plastic cutlery, straws...

So, no matches any time soon? No.

Any sign of blood? Minimal.

Consistent with minor
cuts and scrapes.

And, judging by the grade,
yeah, it's mostly old.

Any sign of a struggle? None.

Good. And if he were dead,
why take him?

All the roadblocks last night,

these guys would've had
to switch cars.

Let's see if any cars were
stolen from here.

Or they were met here.

I'll spare you the agony, Christian.

The wires are all cut. Every one.

Sure. Of course they are.

Dead end? Yeah.

Well, I'm giving Emer a
fucking tour of them.

I'll expedite what I can here.

Are you still double-checking
the DNA of the bomber? Mm-hm.

That wasn't our guy.

He died in a Colombian prison
just under a month ago.

OK. Ohh, yes...

..so, we'll keep checking.

But this is very strange. Come on.

Thanks, Marianne.

This is a needle in a haystack.

There are hundred of diamond
polishing houses in Surat.

I still can't join the dots.

Well, Revenue, they couldn't find
a connection in ten years.

Do you really think we can now?

Not if we keep looking for it
the same way they did.

We need to find a different way.

Antwerp.

The Revenue never had
reason to look there.

It's only popped up recently.

And it's the obvious place for
him to be getting raw diamonds,

or moving them through to Surat.

Antwerp.

OK, let's start again.

OK, cool.

PHONE RINGS

Yep? Sean, what is it?

We found the Audi we thought
Fionn Brannigan maybe escaped in.

This sounds like bad news.

We didn't get it on any street CCTV

because it drove straight
under the ground again.

Into the shopping centre next door.

It belongs to two teachers from
Galway who were having an affair.

Go, Galway.

So, Siobhan was definitely lying.

If he didn't exit
the car park, Sean,

the chances are he didn't enter.

The logical conclusion here

is that he was never
in the Strand Restaurant at all.

That you lost him en route.

So, Siobhan Brannigan didn't
go there for someone

to rescue her husband.

He was already gone.

She knew the document was there
and went to get it.

Fionn was a regular,
and he could've hidden...

Shit.

That's why she was in the...

Get a search warrant, Sean.
Search the men's toilets.

See if there's anything else there.

Yes, boss.

Where are you headed?

I've gone through every hospital
admission in the country,

but no luck. So, maybe I'm scraping
the bottom of the barrel,

but I'm heading south.

South? Local PD called it in.

A guy out walking his dog
found a body.

Bit of a mess, no ID.

And you think this might be
Fionn Brannigan because...?

Same height. Ish.

Found close to Charleroi.

Caucasian, brown hair,
platinum wedding band,

Louis Copeland suit...

Shit.

It's him. What?

Louis Copeland -
it's the suit of choice for

the wealthy businessman in Ireland.

It's him.

OK.

Tell them we're coming, Vince.

I'm coming with you. No, you're not.

OK. How did you end up here?

So, do you think it's him?

It's him.

And here!

It's radiating everywhere.

That blood here.

And over there.

You'd expect that would be in a
straightforward trajectory, but...

AIRPLANE OVERHEAD

Oh, God. Fuck!

The plane that left
for Charleroi last night

would've passed right over here.

We're about seven kilometres
from the airport, just about

where the landing gear comes down.

Maybe he was trying to escape?

Or maybe there's a bullet
in the back of his head.

Sorry, could you just...
turn him ever so slightly?

Hard to tell if that's a
bullet wound or not.

We'll have to wait for
the forensics report.

Damn!

A guy like that, Emer,

was always going to meet
a bad ending.

I wanted answers from him.

RETCHING

Erm, I'm going to have
to call Siobhan, and...

I called. I called her.

What did she say?

Thank you for telling her.

I mean, what can you say?

Still. I need to call her.

What shall I say?

I don't know.

Just listen, I guess.

Here.

Dropped from a plane.

Do you think he was alive?

No. No, no.

Who would do something like that?

Here, it'll help. No.

I've sent my plane for her.

For Siobhan? Mm-hm.
She's coming tonight?

I thought I could do
something that would help.

The police need somebody
to formally ID the body.

I said I would go.

We're not going to be able
to make arrangements yet, are we?

Not yet, no.

It's probably going to be a couple
of weeks before they release...

Before they...

Look, I know somebody I could call.

No, we got it.

Thank you.

Oh, my God!

The children.

How do you tell your children
something like that?

What if they ever see photographs?

I didn't even return
his calls yesterday.

Bibi...

You've always been there for him.

PHONE RINGS

Always.

You did everything you could.

RINGING CONTINUES

Yeah, it's me.

He couldn't have asked for
a better sister than you.

PHONE RINGS

Yeah. Hey, Sean.
You got your warrant.

Someone's running it up to you now.
Thank you.

Search warrant's just been issued
for the River Restaurant.

Brilliant.

Hey.

Red.

What have you got, Norah? Look.

I'm looking. What am I seeing?

Senne van Eyck?

All these companies used him.

And here.

And here, too.

This guy is everywhere.
Aircraft insurance.

An insurance underwriter?

I was expecting a fixer,
or a dodgy lawyer.

Looks like he's hiding
in plain sight.

That's what makes him
valuable to us.

Because Fionn overlooked him.

He overused him.

Norah.

He was an underwriter on the
hotel in Moscow, too.

The one Revenue recovered.

And the business park in Bulgaria.

This means there's a good chance
that Fionn Brannigan might have

used him in Surat, as well.

If we get to this
Senne van Eyck's files,

and find a company in Surat
he might have done business with,

we might get to Fionn.

Cos the insurance will have
required full disclosure.

Christian!

You were right.

Your victim was on that plane.

Blood found in the left
wheel-well is a match.

Here, gunshot to the head. OK.

Why, though? Why not just
leave him there in the hangar?

So we would waste all this time
looking for him and not them.

Not a bomber.

Did they leave anything?
No, only the bullets.

They're from a Glock. See?

Here.

Same weapon that killed
Darren Reid.

These guys have got to be
someone's private little army.

Someone with serious money,
serious range. Not ISIS.

They've got their own foot soldiers.

But made to look like ISIS.

This case keeps going in
too many directions.

You're not going to like this, then.

The DNA we extracted from
the Antwerp bomb -

it does belong to the prisoner
who died in Bogota.

What? Yeah. We reran the tests
with a fresh sample. It's him.

How can he be dead on the other side
of the world, and here, in Antwerp?

He wasn't dead.

DNA doesn't lie.

OK, but how...?

Someone faked his death and
got him out of the prison.

Why would an escaped Colombian
prisoner come over here

and blow himself up? I don't know.

Someone might've been threatening
his family or offered a fee,

or he had a debt to pay.

Any number of reasons.

He was doing life and denied parole.

He could've been persuaded.

And, Christian,
the Brussels bomber -

he could be Colombian, too.

So, this Spinola guy died 11 days
before the Antwerp bombing.

We need to find out if any other
prisoners died in the same

sort of timeframe
before the Brussels bomb.

Yes. Mm-hm. We need to go back
to the Colombian Embassy.

OK, let's go.

Thanks, Marianne!

DOG WHINES

Just some coke.

So, he did have a hidey hole.

Shit.

Nothing else there.

TEARFULLY: I'm so sorry.

QUIET SOBBING

ENGINE IGNITES

Thank you for waiting, detectives.

Four inmates who died
in the last two months

in La Modelo prison.

What records there are.

They aren't exactly known for
their record-keeping at La Modelo.

OK. Thank you. You're welcome.

Thank you.

HE CLEARS THROAT

No.

Blinded in a knife attack. No.

Autopsy pictures -
definitely dead.

Wait a minute.

This guy.

A lifer?

Denied parole.

Died by suicide...

..11 days before the Brussels bomb.

It's him.

It's him.

Hector Hernandez.

Born in Soacha, 1976.

In and out of prison
his whole life.

Stealing food, escalating
to armed robbery.

These poor bastards are just
easy pickings for someone.

Christian.

Luca Rivera.

Denied parole.

Hung himself.

One week ago.

He's on his way.

Or he's already here.