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- Are you happy to be back?
- Yes, I am, yup.

- Thank God they've done a good job.
- Thank you, Robert.

- And thank Mark.
- Thank Mark!

Take care of yourselves,
take care of your neighbours

and take extra care on the roads.

It won't Always Be Like This by Inhaler

* Always be like this... *

Daddy!

Oh!

You found it.

There was an element of luck.

Come meet Larry.

Are you ready for this?

Can I kill him if I don't like him?

Larry, this is my dad.

Yes, hi, Mr... Mr Brannick.

For God's sake, Larry, it's Tom.
Call me Mr Brannick,

I'll be looking over my
shoulder for my old man.

Good to meet you.

- He's a nice lad.
- Really?

- You like him?
- I do.

Oh!

A little something.

- Can I open it now?
- Mm-hm.

Daddy, this is yours.

Your mum and I both had one.

I know.

But you can't give me this.

I want to.

Your mum used to say
it helped her see in the dark.

Thank you.

I love it.

Happy birthday, sweetheart.

Hello.

How long ago?

OK. I'll be there in an hour.

I've got to go to work.

OK.

Make and model of the car
match those of Pat Keenan.

Nobody saw it being dumped.

The ferry crew were
the first to notice it

on their way to work at around 7am.

Then the call to us to say he'd been
kidnapped came in at around 7:30.

Confirming it's his vehicle will
take a little longer without

- the numberplates.
- No bodies, explosives?

Divers found nothing.

Let's listen to the phone call.

Police emergency.

I've taken Pat Keenan.

This is Major White.

Sir! It is his, sir!

Patrick Jarlath Keenan!

Let's issue a missing person's report.

And his address is
flagged in the system.

- Sure.
- Sir.

Sir?

Make sure everyone
has a photo of Keenan.

Something wrong?

Bring everyone over.

All right, everybody!

Pat Keenan, 48, married, three children,

runs a successful haulage business.

He also has a past as a senior
member of the IRA.

His disappearance
could well be political.

It could also be gang-related.

Keenan is known to have
connections in organised crime.

Could they not just be joyriders?
If the call was wee lads?

They used a paramilitary
authenticating code

which makes that unlikely.
We're looking into it.

Make no mistake, the people Keenan
was associated with in the past

and the ones he's involved
with now are an unsavoury bunch.

I shouldn't need to remind you
that the lines between gang-related

activities and political
paramilitaries are blurred at best,

so tread carefully.

Whoever his associates are,
we'd expect them

to be looking for him already.

No. Hold tight on that.

Take his life apart.

See what you can find
that might point to this.

Phone, financial records,
personal life, work. OK?

All right!

Birdy, go down the shops
and houses and see

if there's any CCTV
over the road into the village.

Is there something you're not
telling me?

Yes. Carry on.

DCS Twomey.

Jesus Christ!

Tom Brannick!

Talk about a blast from the proverbial!

I can indeed.

I'll see you there.

Come here!

How's Izzy?

She's third year medicine at Queen's.

You've done a grand job.

I drove past 19 pubs on the way in,
why'd you want to meet here?

The postcard was taped inside the
wing mirror of Pat Keenan's car.

Police emergency.

I've taken Pat Keenan.

This is Major White.

Major White?

It's in the form of a
loyalist Parliamentary code.

We're looking into it.

It was never proved

but God help us if it's Goliath.

Who else has seen the postcard?

- Niamh, and the CSIs at the scene.
- Niamh?

My DS, Niamh McGovern.

We have to look into it.

- It's more complicated than that.
- Why?

The fact that Pat Keenan
is your missing person...

You were on the Goliath case before.

The senior shut you down,
now you're one of the seniors.

You can go after it!

Tom, you know yourself,
as soon as word gets out

that an ex-IRA man's gone missing,
all hell could break loose.

You start adding all this,
you'll start a war!

It's in the past.

Best left there.

Not for me.

Life must go on, Tom.

Nothing's going to bring her back.

Think of Izzy.

You've raised her in a world
without all this.

Just...

...find Pat Keenan.

Don't go down any other roads.

You don't know where they lead.

Just his car in the
water and no sign of him?

No, ma'am.

Nothing else?

There was a postcard
taped to the wing mirror.

No message.

Does this postcard have a picture?

The cranes of Harland & Wolff.

I've been there to check it out
but nothing.

But the fact that the numberplates
are missing as well, ma'am,

we're into something here,

we just don't know what it is yet.

So what do you want to do next?

Go see the wife, Claire Keenan.

Has she reported him missing?

Not yet.

I suppose even if she wanted to,
she wouldn't report it to us,

- she'd go to her own people.
- I agree, ma'am,

but we still need to find
out what we can from her.

I know. We need to mind
what we're walking into.

We have a side of our community
that looks at us as the enemy

and the Keenans are right
at the very heart of that.

When did you last see him?

- Yesterday. Morning.
- Are there any witnesses to that?

- I'm his wife.
- Mrs Keenan...

Sorry, do we need
witnesses now to married life?

- Mrs Keenan...
- Or maybe it's just

the Catholics that do.

Has anyone contacted
you about your husband?

No.

- What was his car doing in the water?
- We don't know that yet.

Is he dead?

We can't speculate.

Well, what CAN you do?

Right, I am not waiting
for you lot to solve this.

You have a much better chance with
us than you do with anyone else.

Mrs Keenan, in cases such as these,

it's best not to tell anyone.

People could take the law
into their own hands,

we risk a much more volatile situation.

And you could put your husband
in more danger.

Um...

...do you have a toilet?

No, we shit in our hands.

Outside, under the block.

He went up yesterday morning.

For a conference.

And he sent me a text in
the afternoon to say that

something had come up and he was
going to be staying in Belfast.

Did he say where?

The Europa.

Is your husband the type
of man to keep secrets?

- In what way?
- I mean...

...secrets that might be about his past?

- Other women...
- No.

- It could be just the smallest...
- I said no.

What you doing?

Niamh.

I fucking knew it.

I couldn't trust youse as far as
I could throw youse. Get out. Out!

- Mrs Keenan...
- Both of you! Now!

She'd never tell if her husband
was up to something.

Pat had a hospital appointment
at noon yesterday. The Royal.

We're making enquiries about
a patient called Patrick Keenan.

He was referred by
his GP for blurred vision.

Certainly. Take a seat.

Got a message from a friend
in a local policing team.

Apparently, Keenan has a
bit of a reputation in the area.

For?

Word is he's a bit of a ladies' man.

Sometimes he pays for it.

No surprise.

Yes, this is DCS Twomey.
Our people down at Dunfolan

have a missing-persons case
a Pat or a Patrick Keenan.

Yeah, could I get everything on
that as soon as possible, please?

Thanks.

Well, that was a waste of time.

Whoever invented patient confidentiality
wasn't in the police.

"Causes of blurred vision."
Astigmatism. Pr... presbyopia?

What's that?

Something to do with Presbyterians?

It can also be caused by
dry eyes, pregnancy, migraines.

How do we get out of this place, then?

Down here?

Will this lift get us out?

Aye, it will.

You visiting?

Er, no, we're police.
Just asking a few questions.

Oh, police? I apologise in advance.

Probably come across
a few of my students.

Are you at Queen's?

- Just starting, God help me.
- My daughter's third-year medicine.

What's her name?
And I'll keep an eye out for her.

Izzy Brannick. She'll be the one
chewing your ear off.

- Here we are now.
- Let me ask you something.

Why would somebody er, a
middle-aged man, say

a ladies' man...

Why would they be suffering
from blurred vision?

It's not really my area of expertise.

I mean, I'm a trauma consultant.
But a ladies' man?

Sure he doesn't have syphilis?

I mean, he could also be
taking too much Viagra.

That affects your eyesight?

Let that be a warning to you.

Thank you.

- Jambo bastard!
- Shit!

Fucking Prod!

Uniform from Sierra Romeo 45.

Sitrep Dunfolan Police Station.

Attack, two petrol bombs, two male...

- Some help here!
- ..running towards New Street.

It's going to be OK. I've got you.

Some help here!

You're all right,
you're all right. Up, up, up.

Let's clear that away
as quickly as possible.

I want a TST on standby
in case of any follow-up.

Get him inside.

Niamh, grab Birdy, set up a room

with some privacy.
Let's get to work, OK?

- Tom? Ma'am. You saw it happen?
- Yeah. Because of us.

It's because we went to see Mrs Keenan.

How do you know?

She convinced herself that we've
no interest in finding her husband.

She's managed to convince
the lot that did this, too.

What are you doing about it?

We're pursuing the
leads that we do have.

Nothing concrete yet.

- All right, Tom. Get on with it.
- Ma'am.

I need two more over here now!

That's good. Good.
Keep on going, keep on going!

Police emergency.

I've taken Pat Keenan.

This is Major White.

Major White was a code used by
loyalist paramilitaries

in the early '90s.

The last person to use it
is long since dead, and the kid

whose voice we can hear was no doubt
slipped a 20 to make the call.

The handset was wiped clean. There's
nothing on it that we can use.

Keenan told his wife he
was staying in a hotel in Belfast.

And?

He never booked it.
We have a copy of his joint account

statement, his personal account.
Nothing of note.

We know that he was IRA
over 20 years ago,

but there's been
no overt activity since.

Most of his contacts from those days

have moved into
"legit" businesses, anyway.

Int Hub have confirmed
he's not on their radar.

Birdy, any CCTV into the village?

Nothing.

And his hospital appointment raises
the possibility that he has

an illicit sex life.

That guy?

He's known to pay for it.

How much?

He gets it half-price
with his tenth cup of coffee.

I don't know, Birdy!

Right, you lot,
you know what you need to do.

Piss off and do it.

Potentially, it could all relate
to his personal life.

Going on what we know, it's possible.

But I think it goes
much deeper than that.

How does the postcard fit?

I need to know what
you're not telling me.

If it's anything to do
with that postcard,

I want you to bring me up to speed.

It's nothing you need to worry about.

Understood.

Where are you going, DS McGovern?

To ask McCallister to take me
off this investigation.

Don't.

Just, er...

In the early part of 1998,

in the months leading up
to the Peace Agreement...

...a handful of us were made aware of...

...a possible assassin

who, it seemed,
had access to police intelligence.

He was never identified,
but the suspicion was...

...that it could only have been
an inside man.

We called him Goliath, after the crane.

So you think he's still out there?
You think Keenan's dead?

In '98, the thing that linked
Goliath's victims was that

each one of them was made to look
as if they'd done a runner.

Fear, debt, reputation they all
had a credible reason to leave.

And that's the version of events
that everyone chose to accept.

How many targets?

Four.

So Goliath's a serial killer.

That makes it sound indiscriminate.
These were targeted assassinations.

Peace was on the table. If word got
out that a member of the police was

picking off targets at will, it
would destroy that, just like now.

It would risk a return to all-out war.

Reports are coming in that
the petrol bombing of PSNI Dunfolan

is directly linked to the disappearance

of former IRA man Pat Keenan.

Police have faced heavy criticism
of their handling of the case.

MLA for Dunfolan Aiden O'Neill
had this to say earlier.

Naturally, I condemn the petrol
bombing of Dunfolan Police Station.

No-one wants to go back to those days

of running battles in the streets.
But a member of my community

is missing, and so far the police
appear to have no answers regarding

his whereabouts or a possible
motive behind his disappearance.

What am I to say to the poor man's
wife when I believe,

as she does, that the police are
failing our community once again?

- Sir?
- Get me the ACC

District Policing Command.

These are the original
Goliath disappearances,

the ones who preceded Keenan.

David Corry.

Joe Harkin.

- And Father Simon Quinlan.
- A priest?

And an IRA arms dealer.

Joe Harkin was an IRA quartermaster.

And Corry, he was from the other side.

He was a Protestant
paramilitary godfather.

That's what made it all the more
puzzling it wasn't one side

or the other. His targets were people
who were a threat to

the peace process on both sides.
He kept it even-handed.

You said there were four targets.

Mm-hm.

He also murdered my wife.

Why is your wife not in the files?

Cos her disappearance is not official.

Was she a threat to the peace?

She was military intelligence.
The nature of her job.

At the time, they said
that her cover had been blown,

- she went to ground.
- But that's not what happened.

She was kidnapped.

Same as Keenan.

If we find the files
of the original victims,

we can compare them to the Keenan case.

When Joe Harkin went missing,
the investigation said it was

because he owed money
all around the country.

There was a list of all the people

he was thought to have
owed on that file.

I remember seeing it.
Keenan's name was on the list

and maybe our potential Goliath, too.

- When did you say?
- Last week of February '98.

There's nothing here.

There has to be!

Joe Harkin is the name
you're looking for.

He was the first of them to disappear.

I'm telling you, there's nothing,
so there's not.

Something's going on. Goliath was a
name known only inside the police,

and now these files have upped
and vanished. There's someone...

...someone who doesn't want us
to get to the truth about

the Goliath disappearances.
We can't hold back, ma'am.

So don't. Find Pat Keenan.
That way, we can unlock Goliath.

Use whatever resources you need.

Pull people from other jobs,
if you have to.

You have my backing. Now get this done.

Keenan's disappearance
is similar to David Corry.

He was a prominent Loyalist paramilitary

involved in numerous attacks
on the Catholic community.

Nasty piece of work.
He has a brother, Adam.

Lives out on the Cumber Road.

Adam never bought the official
version of what happened.

He's spent years trying to disprove it.

And if we're short of information,

he could be the one
to fill in the blanks.

All right, then, let's go.

Jesus, that smells like
you're a 50-a-day man.

Aye, well, the lining's burnt to shite,

but the money I paid for it,
there's no way I'm not wearing it.

Every pound's a prisoner, eh?

As Pat Keenan and David Corry
were paramilitaries,

was Adam a paramilitary, too?

No.

He was never one for violence.

Much happier up here.

He ran a bakery in the local
village. But he loved his brother.

He's dedicated the last 22 years
of his life trying to find him.

Tom Brannick.

That's right, Mr Corry.

- You've still got a good boot on you?
- I don't play any more.

Best out-half these parts have seen.

Rugby.

If youse want a cup of tea...

...you should've had it before you came.

We're grand, thanks, Mr Corry.

Do you, er...

- Do you mind if I record this?
- No.

The others that went missing
at the same time as your brother...

Joe Harkin. Simon Quinlan.

- Your wi...
- Aye.

We're following a new line of inquiry.

A "new" line of inquiry?

My God. After 22 years!

You lot move with some urgency...!

Mr Corry, you don't believe the verdict,

that your brother ran,
just like the others.

He ran from nothing.

It was only because of the ceasefire

that everyone swallowed that shite.

And youse were all so drunk
on the idea of peace,

youse stopped doing your jobs.

Look what the peace has brought us.

Unanswered questions!

Where's my brother? His wife?

What peace do you think
he's known all these years, huh?

That's enough.

We think the connection between each
of the 1998 missing persons

including your brother is credible.

But we're short some information.

All right.

Jesus.

Well!

You have a system?

Of course I've got a bloody system!
I'm not daft.

So we're looking for
the last week of February 1998,

anything relating to that.
Joe Harkin, particularly.

When I called for police help,
your lot treated me like I was

sitting in a press with a tinfoil hat...

...telling them all that the...

...little green men
were footering up the path.

I-I don't have a great deal
on Joe Harkin. That much is true.

But, er...

They don't like a man like me
snooping around his neighbourhood.

- No, Mr Corry, this is April '98.
- Huh!

The peace deal was struck
on the 10th of April.

Then, the 11th of April...

...a woman reports suspicious
activity on an island in the lough.

She says it happened
the end of February,

around the time that Joe Harkin
went off the map.

The bodies could be out there
on that island.

Why so long to report it?

Well, maybe she...

Maybe she was one of the few
who believed that this ceasefire

- might actually hold.
- Who did she report it to?

Your lot!

What, you didn't know?

Well, sure all I did was drink
what you boys were drinking.

Merely wigged on idle talk.

Well, here, I don't have
the actual statement.

I never did.

I just knew of its existence, like.

And I asked for it many times.

Do you have ID, sir?

It's Jackie's car.

Boss?

- You in charge now?
- I am.

McCallister was doing a good job.

It's a delicate situation
which has been mishandled.

That's not her fault.

Yes,
it is. She's allowed you to run amok.

I'm looking for Pat Keenan.
You told me to focus on him.

Fuck up! I know perfectly well
what you're up to.

McCallister filled me in.
You're after Goliath.

- It's connected to the Keenan case.
- I told you to keep the peace.

Every hour that Pat Keenan is missing

is another hour of problems for this
service. Have you seen outside?

We don't have time for flights
of fancy or going on a hunch.

It all makes sense now, why you're here.

Given my knowledge of the area and
the fact that I previously worked...

No, no, no. You could have supported
McCallister from Belfast,

given her all the assistance she needed,

but you had to come down here
yourself to stop me

investigating Goliath.

Don't talk shite.

I came here to make sure you find
Keenan and put a stop to the unrest.

And, obviously,
as a senior Catholic officer,

they're more likely to believe
that I'll move heaven and earth

to find him.

Now, you can start by making peace
with his wife,

cos I can guarantee you, all of this is

because she's taken a dislike to you.

That means she'll put the word out
against the whole operation.

Can you do that?

I came to you because I needed
an old friend's support.

And you have it, Tom.

There's no reason for you to doubt it.

That's it, then? DCS Twomey's in charge?

Aye, come back to his
old district to sit on me.

Ah. I think I'll keep out of that.

What's that?

The missing statement
Adam Corry was talking about.

Constable Scott found it
in the files for April '98.

The witness was Muriel Busby
of Deacon's Farm

on the Bannbracken Road.

She said she was out feeding
the cows on a clear night.

She saw activity on an island.

From that distance, she says,
it looked like digging.

She identifies the location as
being between a bothy and a tree.

Jesus.

Let's go take a look.

I don't think we can.

The record shows
that it wasn't actioned.

They put it at the back of a file
and forgot about it.

If the Pat Keenan and
Goliath cases are linked,

we have to go out there.

We have to!

Who's that, Izzy?

Daddy? Could it be Daddy?

Where's Daddy?

Good girl!

Hello. Can I help you?

- Hello, there. Uh-huh.
- We're with the Police Service.

Is Mrs Busby here?

Ach, no. She died maybe 12, 13 year ago.

- Are you family?
- Nah.

This place was empty for
a wee while before we bought it.

- Do you mind if we look around?
- No, look away.

Gilder, if you need me, all right?

There. Between the bothy and the tree.

That's where she saw someone digging.

We'll get a search team ready
to go out there on the morning tide.

Here.

Yeah?

Sir, I've got TSG Ops up on the phone.

They said more boats are available
if we still want them.

Boats?

This fucking cunt!

You two! I want a word!

Does Claire Keenan have
a holiday home I don't know about?

Jackie...

I told you to make peace
with the missing man's wife

so that we could find the missing man.

Yet here we all are,
halfway to the Galapagos,

- checking out a 20-year-old tip-off.
- DS McGovern identified this

as an unactioned witness statement
and burial site, and I agreed to it.

You know about this place, sir?

Did he not tell you
I was stationed here?

I was leading the investigation in '98.

One of my boys took her statement.
That farmhouse, over there.

Why didn't you tell me?

Oh, come on,
Tom! The peace deal, of course!

And I knew you'd've torn the arse
out of the whole thing.

This has implications
for the Pat Keenan case, sir.

He could be buried here, too.

Remember the times we were living in.

It wasn't my bloody choice!
Off limits then and off limits now.

His wife was taken, sir.
She could be here.

You could have been here 20 years ago.

Fuck!

Tom!

Boss...

What else did you keep from me?

Nothing.

You know, there was a part of me...

...didn't want to find the bodies.

I didn't want to see my dead...

But Goliath...

Goliath...

No!

I promise you, Tom...

...there's nothing else.

We're alive, man.

Being on this island is a waste
of time and resources.

You know that.

You've dug.

There's nothing here.

We need to shut it down.

DS McGovern...

...stay and make sure everyone
gets off this island.

You come back with me.

All right, come on,
let's get away back on the boats.

You coming?

Sarge?

Between the bothy and the tree.

There's another tree.

- Look, Birdy, another tree.
- What?

We should have been here.

But I can't see the farmhouse.

What can you see?

- Cow shed.
- Exactly. She says in her statement

that she was out feeding the cows.

We... We were digging
in the wrong place?

Ask them if we can borrow their GPR.

- Oh, but...
- Ach, come on, Birdy!

We owe it to the boss. To the families!

All right.

Good morning.

I'm Tori Matthews. I'm a trauma
consultant over at the Royal,

and for some stupid reason
I've agreed to teach you lot

from time to time.

You won't be laughing
when you get to know me.

Right, let's get started, shall we?

What's he doing here?

Dunno.

- Er, see you at the house?
- Yeah.

I was in the area,
just thought I'd pop by.

Mm...

You OK?

Fine.

Really?

Things are a bit difficult at work.
I just need a break.

- Oh!
- Mm.

- It's nice to see you wear it.
- Course.

- If you want it back...
- No!

I held on to it
for all this time because...

...I thought that one day,
you know, your mum and me...

...might still be reunited.

But it's not going to happen.

We move on.

It's important to me that you have it.

- Hello.
- Boss, it's Birdy. Keenan's...

Suspect vehicle heading south.

All units be advised,
I am in pursuit with HMSU,

with Int Hub overwatching UAV support.

Keenan's numberplates
were spotted at a petrol

station on the Dundrum Road,
just outside of Newcastle.

- And we're sure it's them?
- Absolutely.

Should be getting a visual
on them any time now.

And there they are.

The police were screwed on to
this red Peugeot 207, male driver.

We pulled a UAV from another job
and we're tracking him from the air.

Where's he going?

Vehicle still making
its way along Brianford Road.

Roger that.

He's turning off the road.

The sign at the gate
is for Mourne View Hotel.

- Stand by. Stand by.
- Received.

- Go.
- Go, go, go!

Hands in the air, now!

Keep your hands up! Keep your hands up!

Secured.

- Go to the ground floor.
- Go, go, go!

Who are you? Where's Pat Keenan?

My name is Ben McFarland.
I own this hotel.

Why are his numberplates on your car?

I didn't even notice they weren't mine.

Hold him.

All the rooms are clear.

- He says he's alone?
- Yeah.

Pat Keenan?

Don't come in!

I said do not come in! The door's
booby-trapped. I can see it.

- The numberplates are bait. Stay back.
- Fall back!

I am putting a camera
under the door... now.

No! Get back!

Coming up under the inside door handle.

I have the device, detonator.

It looks like a mechanical trigger
attached to the door handle.

Hang on.

This isn't right.

The trigger and the detonator
aren't connected.

I'm going through.

All clear. Device is a hoax.

All clear. Device is a hoax.

Pat?

Pat? You're OK. I'm Detective
Chief Inspector Tom Brannick.

You're all right. You're safe now.

Sir? Deep breaths.

- Boss?
- Niamh.

- We're still on the island.
- What?

We've found something.

This way, sir.