All language subtitles for Borderline.2024.S01E04.720p

Detectives continue
to investigate the case

of two migrant stowaways,
one of whom died

whilst being smuggled across
the border in a fuel tanker.

- Can you move closer?
- Yes, sir.

There's our driver.

REGAN: He's burnt to a crisp.

I'm sorry to inform
you, your husband, Fred,
was found dead this morning.

- Oh, my God!
- What's going on?

It's your dad, love.

The tanker arrived
and he tell us to get inside.

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

- Murphy picks us up in his van.
- What make of van? Colour?

- White.
- What can you remember
about it?

Football boots on the mirror,
and he had a knife.

- It's warm in here.
- He'll have left
the heating on.

He was always doing
that at home.
It drove Mum mad.

- REGAN: And you are?
- David Duggan.

This is about those
migrants, right?

Those men shouldn't have been
inside that tanker.

These people need to
be stopped from coming into
Ireland in the first place.

Fred was due to make nine
deliveries that day,

and one here up in
the North at PPL, which is a
horticultural processor.

Nicola Patterson's husband
runs this business.

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".

We found this scratched
on the inside of the tanker.

It means "God forgive me".

- 'He's lying.'
- There's a third man.

There was something nagging me
about Samir's interview,
now I know what.

- Mum?
- (SCREAMS)

Utility room, now!

Philip? Help! Quick!

♪ 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 ♪

She's in here, sir.

SAMIR: He was wearing a mask.

BOYD: Won't be a second.
ELLIE: I'm scared.

- Anyone hurt?
- No.

Thank God.

This isn't on.

This is Minister Adam Mason.
This is Detective Regan.

Don't you have a Christian name?

- I'm not Christian.
- A first name, then?

You don't know me well
enough to call me anything other
than Detective Regan.

Sorry.

ROSIE: Where are you taking him?

BOYD: He's just got
a few questions
to answer.

I'm not happy about
leaving you here
on your own.

We're not on our own!

That patrol car is going
to be sitting there all night.

- All the same.
- No, don't you see?

This is what they want
- to intimidate us.

But we don't scare
easily, do we?

No.

So you go and you do
what you have to do.

- (CAR DOOR SLAMS)
- And be gentle with him.

- He was great with the kids.
- OK.

(CAR DOOR SLAMS)

Where were you
the morning that Fred
was murdered?

What?

You said you'd be
here first thing but you didn't
get here till gone midday.

- I had stuff to do.
- What stuff?

What's this about?

I gave you an alibi.

I lied to the police for you.

I had to go to the site
for a meeting with a client.

All right?

I didn't kill Fred,
as much as I would've liked to.

(SIGHS) OK.

I believe you.

Come here.

Everything's gonna be all right.

OK?

BOYD: Samir,
I'm gonna be honest with you.

I took you into my house,
and you haven't told
me the truth.

We know you lied to
us about a third person being
in the tanker with you.

If you're found guilty
of assisting a fugitive,

you could go to prison
and then be deported.

Forget about getting asylum
here again.

If, however, you cooperate,
the CPS have agreed

they will not pursue charges.

You may still be deported

but that decision will rest
with the immigration service.

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

Tell us about Hasan.

SAMIR: 'We met in the
detention centre.

'He saw me and Jamal
talking to Murphy.'

He asked if he could join us.

He was in the Afghan army,
so he could protect us.

BOYD: 'What else
do you know about him?'

Um...

His wife and daughter
live in England.

They escaped Kabul
two years ago,
but he was caught.

The Taliban tortured him.

(SCRAPING)

SAMIR: 'It was Hasan
that wrote our names.'

(IN ARABIC)

(BANGING)

What did you do?

I did nothing.

Hasan, he did it.

Help is coming! Do you hear?

Hasan!

Stop!

If you shoot in here,
we all die.

FRED: Come back! Come back here!

You fucker, come back!

Everything else
I told you before is the truth.

I swear on God.

From what Samir says,
Hasan was ex-army,
Fred was no match.

He took his gun,
shot him and made a run for it.

Let's get the dog
unit out there,
see if we can pick up his trail.

There's a chance he
could be hiding in an abandoned
farm or something.

Yes, sir.
Shall we make it public?

Not yet. We don't have enough
to start spooking the locals.

This is still only a hunch.

Besides, we don't have
any photo ID of Hasan
to circulate.

Without that, every
person of colour
in a 50-mile radius

- is gonna get reported to us.
- (KNOCK ON DOOR)

- SHAKIR: Excuse me, sir.
- CASEY: Constable?

Checking Fred Murray's
phone record.

The last call he made
on his regular phone was
the night before.

- Who did he call?
- Shane Gibbons.

That's Mandy Murray's
decorator boyfriend.

Oh, he does more
than decorating.

I spoke with your colleague,
Garda Detective Brady.

Shane was questioned
about that armed robbery

near Dundalk two years ago,
but was released without charge.

There you are.

That proves this collaboration
between us is really working.

- Don't you agree, detective?
- Let's not go there, sir.

I can certainly tell
Councillor Patterson
when I see her.

She's asked
for an urgent meeting.

I'd like to attend that meeting

as the representative
of An Garda Siochana.

Thank you for your
offer, detective,

but that might only serve
to throw fuel on the fire.

Ay, that's why she wants to go.

I spoke to Mandy.
Shane's working on a
house in Clonamore.

- I know the way.
- Boyd.

Your family... Are they OK?

Yeah.

- Thanks for asking.
- Good.

- That way.
- Thanks, Jim.

DI Regan. DCI Boyd.

We're looking for Shane Gibbons.

- Join the club.
- He's not here?

Meant to be. Probably too busy
shagging one of his girlfriends.

- More than one?
- So the lads here reckon.

Look, I'd fire his arse,
but I don't like messing
with him.

He knows people, you know?

- He has a past.
- MAN: Boss?

- Give me a minute.
- Yeah, we know.

Was he here
last Saturday morning?

- No.
- You seem very sure.

He missed
a meeting with the client.

Didn't rock up
till the afternoon.

But, er... speak of the devil!

Suspect male, age 25,
driving a black Renault van

licence number one, two,
Lima, 0, one, two, nine, nine.

Driving north on the R81.
Could be armed.

He's heading for the border.

- Left.
- Right.

We're in the North so I'm SIO.
Turn left, that's an order.

Regan!

I know someone who suffers
from the same issues
as you, Regan.

- Maybe you two should talk?
- Look up ahead. I told you!

I could report you
for insubordination.

You can't, I'm not a
police officer here.

Then I'll give you
a speeding ticket. There,
he's turning in. Go, turn!

REGAN: All right, hold tight.

Get out!

Hands behind your back!
Get on the ground!

On the ground.
Hands behind your back, now.

Shane Gibbons,
you're under arrest.

You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defence

if you fail to mention something
when questioned

which you later rely on
in court.

Anything you do say
can be given in evidence.

- What issues?
- What?

You said I had issues
like someone you know.

She's also uncooperative,
defiant and hostile,

especially
to those in authority.

Difference is she's my daughter
and she's only 14.

BOYD: Where were you
on Saturday morning?

I was working
at Mandy's mother's house.

- The whole morning?
- Yes.

What were you doing
the evening before?

Helping her mother move
some furniture so we
could decorate.

- What time was that?
- From about seven till nine.

We have CCTV of your van
on the Monaghan road

at 8:19pm.

I must've got me times wrong.

BOYD: That's the road
to Fred Murray's flat, isn't it?

Is it?

Fred called you
two hours before. Why?

He wanted my advice
on getting back
with Mandy's mother.

What did you tell him?

I told him forget about it.
She's moved on.

Did he tell you
what he was doing the next day?

No.

You were questioned
about the armed robbery in
Dundalk two years ago.

The same gun used to kill Fred
was also used in that attack.

Did you supply Fred
with that same gun?

No comment.

Fred was worried
things were going to go wrong.

You were the only person he knew
could get hold of a weapon.

That's what you were doing
that evening, wasn't it?

- Delivering a gun to Fred.
- No comment.

Are you having an affair
with Bridget Murray?

May I remind you, detective,
she has no jurisdiction here

and therefore
cannot ask questions.

You're right. Apologies.

Are you having an affair
with Bridget Murray?

No comment.

Lucky guess?

No. The way those two
look at each other.

The amount of time they
spend together
while Mandy was at work.

- It all added up.
- Hm.

And it gives Shane
a motive to kill Fred.

Payday for lover boy!

Ssh.

Can I help?

Sure. (CHUCKLES)

I asked the kids,
but suddenly they're busy. Here.

Can I make confession, Mr Boyd?

Of course. Call me Philip.

I have sinned.

Well, the Bible tells us

that whoever conceals their sins
will not prosper.

But he who confesses
and renounces them
will find mercy.

I'm the murderer
you're looking for.

Samir,
before you say anything else...

I killed Jamal.

I made him get inside
the tanker.

He didn't want to go.

He was scared.

It's my fault he's dead.

Hey.

Sit.

It's not your fault, OK?

You did what you thought
was right.

It's the people who put you
in the tanker that
you should blame.

And when we find them,
we're gonna punish them.

I promise you. OK?

Do you want to come to church
with us on Sunday?

Say a prayer for Jamal?

That's settled.

You know, I need to get
some more paint remover.

You want to come to the shop?

Right, hop in.

You driving?

At home, we drive on the right.

Well, the left here.

- What is he doing?
- He does this sometimes.

Wanders off into his own world.

I've heard him
talking to himself.

He's a Bible thumper,
they all do that.

SHAKIR: Some of the
other detectives
call him The Preacher Man.

Is that so?

There's a scent trail
heading towards
that tree and then it stops.

Tell them to go further
into the field.

We need to determine
in which direction Hasan went.

I don't take orders
from a Guard.

Guard or woman?

I've no problem taking orders
from women, even from your sort.

My sort? You mean those lesbians
you jerk off to online?

Ay, yeah. Hm!

BOYD: Don't bother sending
the dog into the field.

- Why not?
- Hasan left this way.

BOYD: See these tyre marks?
They're freshly made.

You can tell by the imprint
in the muck

the vehicle was travelling
in that direction

We don't get many tyre
marks in the muck in Dublin so
I'll take your word for it.

Meaning the vehicle
was the wrong side of
the road. Now...

Come on over here.

You see? On this barrel?

Paint?

Fresh paint.
From a vehicle also
heading this way.

OK, so...?

So, instead of running away
on foot,

what if Hasan waits for Murphy
to show,

then uses the gun to hijack
his van to escape?

But Hasan is from Afghanistan

so he naturally drives
on the righthand side
of the road.

He doesn't realise his mistake
until an oncoming vehicle

forces him to swerve over here,
losing control momentarily

and scrapes the paintwork
of the van right here.

OK, I could buy your theory
but for one issue.

That paint is not white.

Samir said Murphy's van
is white.

- It looks white to me.
- It's silver.

Constable, what do you think?

It's white?

SHAKIR: Hm...

- Silvery white?
- Really?

I doubt any of this is relevant.

Take a sample to the lab,
just in case.

Yes, sir.
I have a question, sir.

If Hasan was trying so hard
to get into the North,

why would he drive this way
back into the South?

Good question, constable!

Thank you ma'am.

Quit ganging up on me, you two.
Both of you.

Sir? We've found the route
on Fred Murray's satnav

that isn't in his delivery
itinerary, in the North, about
ten miles from here.

They won't find any migrants
in there.

Where you coming from, sir,
and where you going to?

- Mind your own business!
- Excuse me?

- You've no right
to demand that.
- Actually, she does

under the Justice
and Security Act
of Northern Ireland.

Step out of the car,
both of you.

- Now!
- OK, OK, OK.

Sorry, sir.

She's with me.
Unfortunately.

COUNCILLOR PATTERSON:
What the hell?!

A brick through a window
is old school.

What makes me really angry
is seeing my party's name

scrawled on a wall
like graffiti.

Sends out the wrong message!

It was him that done that,
not me.

I want to talk to him.

Now, then,
how is my favourite team?

BOYD: This is the area
that was in Fred's satnav.

REGAN: No house name or number?

No, just this road.

It's nine miles long.

It could take all day,
we don't know what
we're looking for.

(♪ TRADITIONAL SYRIAN MUSIC
PLAYING)

Plus, I have to listen
to this noise.

That's traditional
music from Syria.
Samir put me on to it.

Jesus!
You'll be adopting him next.

(LAUGHS, CLEARS HIS THROAT)

Stop the car,
there's stuff there.

(MUSIC STOPS)

That's a lot of recycling
for one household.

Yeah.

If you were living a
long way from home
for months on end,

doing backbreaking work
for little or no money,

you might get homesick
for your favourite food.

Yeah.

REGAN: Smell that?
Someone's cooking.

Hello?

Hello? Police!

Police! Anyone here?

- You can't use that.
- I'm not going in without it.

(DOOR CREAKING)

Come out with your hands
where I can see them.

- (GASPS)
- It's OK, OK.

It's OK.

Police. Police. It's OK.

Where are you taking her?

We've a special unit
for pregnant women.

She'll stay there
while her asylum application
goes through the process.

Thanks.

Sir. I checked
with the Land Registry.

This farm is owned by
Patterson Processing Limited.

- They're a fruit company.
- Let's go.

(SIRENS BLARING)

- Quick, let's go.
- Yes, sir.

They're on the way in.
Yes! They're outside
my bloody door!

Put the phone down.
Step away from the computer now!

What's all this about?
I've done nothing wrong.

Bill Patterson, you're
under arrest
for the suspected assisting

of unlawful immigration
into the UK under the Modern
Slavery Act, 2015.

'You don't have to say anything,
but it may harm your defence

'if you don't mention something
which you later rely
on in court.

'Anything you do say,
can be used...'

None of this would've happened
if you hadn't hired
that idiot driver.

It's not my fault
you can't find enough workers.

You voted for Brexit.

Right, then, how are we looking?

OK.

(GROANS)

Good to see you, Billy!

Talk to the gang-masters.
They find the workers, not me.

So, not you or your wife?

I told you, Nicola
is not involved in the business.
She just rents a space here.

So, while she's busy
with her politics,

you make full use
of the migrants -
for business and pleasure?

I don't know what you mean.

When we spoke to
the Filipino woman in the house,

the one who told us
she was pregnant
with your child.

It's not mine.
She swore to me.

Shit!

OK, Billy Boy, here's the deal.

We'll leave you to tell Nicola
the happy news about
the wee babby,

if you tell us who's
been supplying you
with illegal workers.

David Duggan.

Who'd have thought
a well-educated
marketing man in a suit

would be a people trafficker?

You want me to bring him in?

Let's get a positive
ID from Samir first,
then we'll arrest him.

How did you know about Patterson
and the Filipino woman?

- That was a lucky guess.
- Detective Boyd?

You can add sexual exploitation
to his charge sheet.

With pleasure.

By the way, I've found a place
for Samir in Belfast.

Take him off your hands.

Should be sorted
by the end of the week.

Thanks.

You're not still working?

- No, I'm done. I'm done.
- Another cuppa?

Sure.

When are they collecting him?

Sunday. After church.

The kids are gonna miss him.

- Me too.
- Yeah?

I was thinking...
maybe he could stay longer.

How much longer?

As long it takes to have
his asylum application
considered?

Sure, that could take months.
Years even.

Yeah.

Are you serious?

Regan gave me the idea.

Well, then, she can take him in.

(SCOFFS) I doubt anyone
could live with her.

And after the other night?

I'm not so sure everyone
would be so welcoming.

- I know, but like you said...
- (CHILDREN LAUGHING NEARBY)

..sure we don't scare easily.

(SAMIR, CHILDREN LAUGHING)

(ROSIE LAUGHS)

I think that's your answer.

ROSIE: Everything all right?

- Can you stop?
- Thank you.

- Stop!
- ROSIE: Daniel!

I think he's nervous
about seeing that man again.

Could you not do it
at the station,

behind glass or something?

He wants to do it this way.
At least it speeds things up.

- When are you gonna tell him?
- Let's save it till tonight.

- Tell him as a family?
- Yeah.

BOYD: There he is.
Do you recognise him?

Can we get closer?

Yeah.

- Lost something?
- Aye.

A knife.

Oh, no.

BOYD: Is that the man
with the white van?
Is that Murphy?

Are you sure?

- What's wrong?
- Ssh.

Mr Duggan, good morning.

A few more questions for you,
if you wouldn't mind
answering them.

Do you two think
that I have nothing
better to do?

BOYD: What are you doing?
Stop! What are you doing?

REGAN: Samir, no!

(HANDCUFFS CLICKING)

BOYD: I should have
seen it coming.

- We both should.
- Samir!

You know what's gonna happen
to you now?

They'll deport you.
I don't understand.

I did it for Jamal.
An eye for an eye.

Just put him in.

An eye for an eye.

That's a quote
from your favourite
book, isn't it?

BOYD: Nice house!
Duggan did well out
of trafficking.

- Yup.
- One white van.

Bingo!

No sign of damage or retouching.

Told you it wasn't white paint.

Yeah.

That'll be the knife
Samir was talking about.

At least we found
my graffiti artist.

BOYD: So, the good news is,
we've found our traffickers.

We've passed the file on to
the Border Management
Unit in the South,

who will follow up.

However, we still have
a missing migrant
who is possibly armed

and is our main suspect
in the murder of Fred Murray.

What's the latest on forensics?

The spray cans
found in Duggan's garage

matches the paint used
to vandalise your home.

However, the paint found
on the barrel at the crime scene

is not white, it's silver,
from a Hyundai car

manufactured
some time between 2016 and 2022.

OK. Ring any bells, anyone?

Shakir.

OK, search all Hyundai owners

in that timeframe
living in or around the border.

- Yes, sir.
- OK, so...

We have three main suspects
with a motive to murder Fred.

Hasan.

(CRIES OUT)

Hasan ambushes Fred.
Remember, Hasan is ex-army.

(GUNSHOT)

BOYD: Does he then
burn the body?

Suspect number two,
Shane Gibbons.

Shane visited Fred
the night before.

CCTV disproves his account
of his whereabouts.

He loaned Fred the gun
so when Fred got in trouble,

the first person he phoned
was Shane.

(CRIES OUT)

(GUNSHOT)

Fred knew too much.

Shane burns his body,
drives away with Hasan in his
van and drops him somewhere.

And Duggan?

Same scenario,
only he calls Duggan
instead of Shane.

What about the paint
on the barrel?

Perhaps Regan is right
- it has nothing
to do with this investigation.

"Regan is right."
Can I get that in writing?

So, of our three suspects,

the migrant's on the run,
decorator's saying nothing

and the fuel fella's in hospital
with stab wounds.

Meanwhile, there's little
or no forensics to pin the
murder on any of one them.

- That is correct.
- We need better, Philip.

Councillor Patterson's friends
have been busy again.

BOYD: "Irish not welcome."

"UFP"
At least they didn't
draw a penis.

We're missing something obvious.

On that we can agree.

(♪ CONGREGATION SINGING
"ABIDE WITH ME")

♪ Abide with me... ♪

This past week has seen terrible
tragedy in our community.

And while our politicians argue
about what to do,
people are dying.

They shouldn't be here
in the first place!

- That's not the point.
- No one asked them to come!

When we do catch them,
we put them up in hotels.

- Yes, but...
- Oh, God no.

For pity's sake,
show some compassion.

These people are desperate.
Some of them are fleeing
war and famine.

Remind you of anywhere?

You'd think we, of all people,
could relate to that.

That was so embarrassing!

Come on!

- Well, I'm proud of you.
- OK.

- Sorry, Adam.
- Don't be.

In fact, you've inspired me
for next week's Sunday sermon.

Is that so?

The parable
of the good Samaritan.

ROSIE: You might need
to borrow Phil's flak jacket.

Adam, can you give Rosie
and the kids a lift home?

(PHONE RINGING)

I was asleep.

Do you remember the parable
of the good Samaritan?

What's this,
fucking Sunday school?

'A man is walking
from Jerusalem to Jericho'

when he gets attacked by robbers
and left for dead.

- Who is it?
- Preacher Man.

- Not you, too?
- Cut to the chase, Boyd.

OK, so two people walk straight
past him ignoring his plight.

They don't care.

But then a good person
full of love and compassion
walks by

'and saves him.

- 'He's the good Samaritan.'
- So?

'We've been focusing
our attention on the bad people
instead of the good people.'

And in our story,
there's only one good person.

(POWER TOOL WHIRRING)

BOYD: Fred was a fool,
but he wasn't evil.

When things went wrong that day,

he called the only
medically trained
person he could trust to help.

REGAN: There.
10:15, leaving halfway
through her shift.

That gives her enough time
to reach the border.

I reckon there's medical
gear in that bag.
Shift to the staff carpark?

Silver Hyundai! You were right.

- Can I have that in writing?
- She'll be at her mother's.

- Let's go and arrest her.
- Wait.

- I reckon she's not there.
- Where is she?

Remember when we brought her
to Fred's flat, she was texting?

She wasn't texting work.

She was warning someone
that we were on our way.

'That's why the heating was on.'

Someone was staying in the flat,
someone who's been
hiding from us.

(GROANS)

That's healing nicely.

Thank you.

(DOORBELL)

Shit!

You need to go into
the other room.
You need to hide now.

Hi.
Sorry, I was asleep
on the sofa there.

- It's been a long shift.
- Can we come in?

I'm really knackered.
Can we talk another time?

No.

- Is there someone else here?
- No.

We know you went to
help your father
the day he was murdered.

We also believe
you're harbouring a suspect

wanted in connection
with that murder,
and who may be armed.

We want to help you, Mandy.

We can either do it the
cool and calm way

or we can call the armed
response unit and believe me,
they don't do calm and cool.

Da called me at work.

Mandy, it's your da.
Says he's been calling you.

Six calls from an
unknown number.
Have you got a new phone, Dad?

I need help, love.
People are dying here.

I got there just as Hasan
escaped from the tanker.

- Da, what the fuck?
- If gets away, I'm a dead man!

Da, no!

He couldn't bring himself
to shoot someone,

so he fired in the air.

'But Dad reeked of petrol.'

(SCREAMING)

'The gunshot must have
ignited it.'

Hasan came back
and he tried to save Dad.

(GUNSHOT)

'But his gun went off
accidentally.'

Your coat! Quick!

'His arm just caught fire.'

(MOANING)

No!

(SOBBING) No!

Then he saw a van coming, but...

'But he was scared and...'

We have to go.
The man is coming. He
will kill us both.

We have to go, please,
I beg you!
Please!

(ENGINE STARTS)

We drove off. We nearly crashed.

(HORN BLASTS)

Hasan saved me.

I had to help him.

So I made him drive here,
and none of this is his fault.

He's done nothing wrong.
Please, arrest me not him.

- He's in there, isn't
he, with the gun?
- Please don't hurt him.

Hey, stay here.

- Regan, my gun?
- On this occasion, yes.

Hasan? We know you've a gun.

Leave it in there
and come out with your
hands raised.

Hasan, I'm coming in.

Put the gun down!

Don't send me back there.
Please.

Put the gun down,
then we can talk.

I'd rather die than go back.

Take it easy. No-one's
going to die.
Just put the gun down.

BOYD: Hasan, put the gun down!

Hasan, if we arrest you,
you'll be deported, OK?

But no one knows we found you.
You don't exist.

Mandy's our witness, not you.

Cooper said she found a place
for Samir in Belfast.

They can bring him
there instead.

What if you hit a checkpoint?

Who's going to arrest
a good Samaritan like me?

I will, if you put
the gun down now.

OK.

- Thank you. Thank you.
- Good luck.

What happened to the Boyd
that always stuck to the rules?

He fell in with bad company.

(ENGINE STARTS)

BOYD: Hurling is strictly
an amateur sport.

REGAN: Until someone
decides it isn't.

Male, head smashed in,
blood everywhere.

- Murder weapon?
- Blunt instrument of some kind.

Great!
The whole town's a suspect.

Don't argue, she's the bad cop.

- She's not all bad.
- I heard that.

WOMAN: You need to
shut your mouth when the police
ask about Conor Byrne.

Don't screw up, cos now you know
what happens if you do.