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Not a secret any more, then. We should probably
tell your dad before he finds out on his own.

The man's dead, Niamh. End of
story. This has connections...

Just stop!

Oh, Jesus!

Ryan Savage.

What are doing here?

I'm the guy who owns the gold.

My family sent eight bars
of gold to this country.

The gold never reached
the people we sent it to,

and the men tasked with
receiving it disappeared.

He's in the police.

You're working with a dirty cop?

Well, this is the graveyard
where Colin is buried.

The gold.

Why throw it from all
the way over there?

Well, show me the
work that means

that we can't tell my
daddy about us. I can't.

It's a document that Colin added
to his will on the day he died.

Seven. That's all of them.

What are you doing here, Birdy?

Why do you have to be
here? What are you doing?

Birdy, can you turn
that engine off now?

It's your gun, Tom.

Birdy!

ENGINE STARTS

Don't move! Stand
still! Where is it?

Don't know what
you're referring to.

The gun. The gold. You
tell me where it is.

No. You can search the
house all you like,

you're not going to find it.

What are you doing?

I'm arresting you.

No!

I don't think you've
thought this through, Tom.

Think very carefully
about what happens next.

You know? What are you
going to tell them,

the people that you've worked
alongside day in, day out?

How are they going to
react to your deceit?

Hm? And the gold. Huh?

What happens when forensics
start looking closer,

when the gun lands
in their possession?

Because it will, you know, I
mean, if all this goes ahead.

I've made sure of that.

And what about your
daughter, Tom? Huh?

Didn't you want the gold to
be able to secure her future?

What happens to all of that?

What happens to her prospects,

to having to live
her life without you?

Huh? I know that you're
angry now but, really,

you're being very selfish.

You should really be
thinking about Izzy more.

Maybe try and stop being a
police officer for a second

and just try being a daddy.

Get out.

Get out!

What were you going to do,
huh? Were you just going to,

what, let him run away? Were
you going to let him arrest you?

I'd have thought of something.
I did think of something.

It wasn't your decision to make!

Why are you still here?

You've got the gold.
Why didn't you leave?

Cos I need you, Tom.

Are you fucking crazy?

Otherwise I would have shot you.

Ah. Birdy wasn't the first.

Your husband had second
thoughts about keeping the gold.

You found out that he'd written you
out of the will, so you killed him.

Who told you that about the
will? Stop pretending, Olivia.

Look, Rob Dardis killed my
husband, Tom. You know this.

Aye, but you gave the
order. Didn't you?!

I'm no murderer.

You killed one of my officers
right in front of me!

But I did that for us.

Fuck you. I see who you are.

Have they found
the body yet, Tom?

I have something I
need you to do for me.

What?

I think you'll be happy
with what you find in there.

It's the rifle
that killed Colin.

Dardis told me where he hid it.

Or you told him to put it there.

I want you to feed it
into your investigation.

Remove all suspicion that I know
your colleagues have for me.

It won't work. Yes, it
will. And then I will leave.

I want to be able
to enjoy that gold,

Tom, without being a fugitive.

And it gets you off the hook for
the murder of your colleague.

Only when you've given me the
gun you killed Birdy with.

And I want a cut of the gold.

Anything's possible, Tom.

You need to prove you didn't stand
to gain from your husband's death.

You still need me, Olivia.

Don't ever forget it.

CAR ENGINE STARTS

What? What, you're just
going to leave me here?

Walk. I did.

You OK? You look
rougher than normal.

Oh, I was just up
half the night trying

to work out where
Dardis has gone.

Sir.

Judith, will you take a
look at my terminal, please?

It's acting up. I
can't get anything.

Will do, sir.

Niamh. Where's he?

Er... I don't know.

Something I should know about?

No, he's probably just on
task. I'll give him a call now.

COMPUTER CHIMES

Birdy? It's me. I don't
know what you're doing with,

um, your one, but could you

please stop and maybe
come and do your job?

Whose location is he tracking?

OK, thanks. Bye.

What? He had a trace on
the burner phone belonging

to Dardis. Let me see
if I can take a look.

Tom, do you know
where he is? Tom?

Yeah? Where's Birdy?

I don't know.

It's grand, I can log in to the
location software from here.

The signal looks
like it came from

a location just
outside Castlewellan.

A mining business
called Gemicore.

This mine's been out
of use for a few years.

Perfect hiding place, then.
Support's not far away.

We don't know if this
is the only entrance.

What's on your mind?

We should see if he's there.
We're sitting ducks here anyway.

If something goes wrong
and Jackie finds out...

Ach, I'll have your
back, sir. Please.

Don't pick today to be cautious.
I can't let Dardis away again.

Boss?

The files belong to Colin Foyle.

Get Birdy to set up a
team to go through them.

When he shows up.

That has to be the
weapon Dardis used.

Wouldn't bet against it.

Why is it in the same
place as the files?

We have to talk to
Mrs Foyle again, sir.

Did your husband ever talk
about going to Castlewellan?

Er... I mean, sure, it's nearby.

He didn't mention it?

As far as I'm aware,

he didn't own a hard
hat and a pickaxe, no.

The mine is disused.

We found files there relating
to his illegal activity.

Really?

Also an M24 rifle we believe
to be the weapon used in

the murder of your
husband. Oh, my God.

We found it because Rob Dardis

activated his phone
in that location.

Colin's work and the murder
weapon in the same place?

I don't understand.

Someone else had to have
known about the mine.

Dardis.

Excuse me.

Go ahead, sir.

So Rob Dardis' phone
helps your lot locate

So you have Rob's phone.

How did you get it? Where's Rob?

I don't know.

I recovered it from his father's
house when we arrested him.

And you didn't tell anyone?

I wanted to see if
there was anything on it

that would lead to the gold.

And what was on it?

OK, thanks, sir. Bye.

Nothing.

That was Jackie. Er, Mrs Foyle,

the mine we've been
talking about belonged to

a former client of your
husband's, a Hugo McNamara.

I believe the DCI has already
spoken to you about him.

Has he?

Oh, I... I think he has, yes.

I believe I told him that I
knew nothing about the man.

Isn't that right, Tom?

A location he knew
would be undisturbed.

Er, Hugo McNamara's Alzheimer's
is in its late stages.

His former COO, Martin Chepstow,

said that all his property is
in limbo until after he dies.

KNOCKING

What?

Birdy's car has been located,
sir. It doesn't sound good.

Niamh. Over there, sir.

No, no, no, no, no! Niamh.

No, no! Niamh. No!

Niamh. No, no! Don't!
It's a crime scene.

It may harm your defence.
Anything you do say will...

Don't do this, son!
Don't fucking do this!

Great shot. Right
down the middle.

Ah. Here comes the 19th hole.
You go on ahead. I'll follow.

Next time you want to see me, could
you warn me about the terrain?

You bring me what I want?

Surely there's some other
recreational activities you're into.

I'm not one for pick-up lines,
Mrs Foyle. Where's my gold?

I don't have it. Who does?

My detective. Why?

It's safer. I'm
under investigation.

Let me get this straight.

You gave a dirty
cop all of my gold.

He'll do what he's
told. Oh, will he?

I have something on him,

which is good for
you and me for now.

You're gambling with my gold,
Mrs Foyle. I don't like that.

It'll work.

So, when can you expect
to get it back from him?

Well, we haven't
agreed that yet.

An unknown quantity with an
unspecified amount of time.

This just gets better.

I know. I just need a
little bit more time.

No more time.

I'm not asking for much.
I just want to know

the police aren't
investigating me while they try

and collect seven bars of gold.

That's something you should
have thought about already.

I'll play you for it.

One hole to decide.

You're gambling again. Why are
you so determined to stall?

What's the matter? You scared?

Leah.

The marks on the road look like

a body has been dragged
from the vehicle.

They stop abruptly, suggesting it
was then loaded into another vehicle,

but there are no obvious tracks.

And not a camera for miles.

What was he doing here?

Do you...

Do you think the
body is Birdy's?

But his belongings are still
inside. It doesn't look good.

Do you want to
take a wee minute?

No. I do not.

All but one of the six
shots was fired into

the driver's side from a position
in front of the windscreen.

Shot number six was fired
into the passenger side.

There were two
targets in the car?

Hard to say. Could
just be a stray round.

Of the six that
punctured the windscreen,

two are unaccounted for
somewhere in the car

and one is in the seat itself.

Judging by the blood and tissue,

it looks like that one has
gone through the driver's body.

Do you think we'll have
enough to identify the weapon?

Oh, aye, if it's been used before.
The rifling on the rounds recovered

and the terminal ballistics will
tell CIFEX everything that they

need to know. Any casings?

Looks like they've
been collected.

A professional job, then.

Or someone who knows what
we look for, at least.

Boss. Um,

The fact that he's been moved
means that he might still be alive.

Do it.

This is Ted. He's the club
pro. You can use his clubs.

Ted, this is Mrs Foyle.

She's about to give
us a lesson in hubris.

Hi, Ted.

They say this is the
hardest hole on the course.

The dog leg, the
bunkers, water hazard.

Great shot!

Thanks.

Shot.

It's a long time since I lost
an officer under my command.

And Birdy, of all people.

Birdy and Izzy are
seeing each other.

Izzy Brannick? Uh-huh.

Jesus Christ! Does Tom know?

I don't think so.

I hope whoever did this is
dead before I get to them.

Where'd you learn
to play, Mrs Foyle?

Oh, my dad used to take
me out when I was younger.

Well, I know that's not true.
You never knew your father.

Had some people check you out.

So, what else have
you learnt about me?

You were raised by

a single mum in a
poor neighbourhood.

You worked your ass off to
put yourself through school.

If we were on a chat show,
I'd be crying right now.

Don't be a dick. I forget.

In my country, that would
be a matter of pride,

but here, you keep it secret.

You're nothing in
America without money.

Is that why you want
the gold, Olivia?

So you can go back to
New York as something?

Ah! I can play this ball,
can't I? It's in bounds.

Two-stroke penalty.

Ah, come on. Let
me play the ball.

You can't. It's out of bounds.

Come on, Ted, that's not fair.

I feel like you might be
learning something here.

Are you sure? I'm sure.

Are you absolutely sure?

I admire your
perseverance, Olivia,

but you need to recognise
when you're beaten.

That ball is out of bounds.

Was that a two-stroke
penalty, was it? Yeah?

SHE CHUCKLES

Well done, Mrs Foyle.

Thank you, Ted.

Yeah, thank you, Ted. I'll
see you back at the clubhouse.

See you up there. Mrs Foyle.

So, you'll give me more time?

I mean, you could always
use it to improve your game.

Oh, don't worry. I won't
give up my day job.

We'll play it your way.
You bring me my gold,

and no-one ever knows I'm here.

Ah!

And if you fail...

Argh!

Well, you're not going
to fail, are you?

No.

SHE GASPS Good.

That's good.

Excuse me, ladies.
I'm looking for Davy.

He's just over there.

Oh, thank you.

How's it going?

Hi. Er, sorry, we haven't met.
I'm Olivia, a friend of Rob's.

OK.

He used to drive for me.

Is he OK?

I was going to ask
you the same thing.

We had peelers in here,
saying he'd gone missing.

Yeah, they came to see me too.

I'm worried that he's
fallen foul of someone.

Who?

An American.

I think Rob took one look at
him and saw an opportunity.

How much of an opportunity?

North of four mil.
And it's all gold.

Rob always said he could
trust you. Is that right?

Let's have a talk in the back.

What was the plan, Noel?

Hm! I want a copy.

Oh, I can't.

I never.

Did you tell your wife? Because
I was good enough not to.

I am not afraid of you.

What about the police? Do you
think they'd be interested

to know what my husband
was paying you for,

in cash, over all these years?
Because he kept records.

Come on, Noel.

Much better to deal with me than

the man that follows
in my footsteps.

Get air support to
cover the coastline,

all the way down from
Killard to Ballyquintin.

Sir?

I've managed to obtain a
copy of Colin Foyle's will,

in which you will find that,
with my client's consent,

she was written out of
any major inheritance.

See here, on the
29th of January?

Says you still stand
to gain £100,000.

A comparatively small
sum when put alongside

Mrs Foyle's own private assets.

Wouldn't you agree?

Why would you consent to
be written out of the will?

And agreed that her husband's estate
should be split down the middle

a payment order from Noel
Timoney to a Robert Dardis

which Mr Timoney paid
on his client's behalf.

You'll see that Colin
had Timoney pay Dardis

a considerable sum of money
two days before he died.

Again, it's £100,000.

I thought you said that
wasn't a lot of money.

I said it was a comparatively
small amount for my client,

but for a man like
Robert Dardis, well,

I can only imagine
it was life-changing.

Can I ask how you got
hold of this information?

No. You were right, though.
I don't want to speculate,

but perhaps Mr Dardis looked
at the £100,000 bequeathed

to him by my
client's late husband

and thought he could
take more by force.

For someone who doesn't want to
speculate, that's very specific.

The clear inference is that

Mr Dardis got greedy
and wanted more.

We have evidence to suggest
that a considerable amount

of illegal gold was in
Colin Foyle's possession at

the time of his death.

The fact that it was illegal

and kept secret would mean
that it wasn't covered by

Am I right?

If it's illegal then, yes,

it would be outside the
parameters of the will.

So your client still has
a substantial motive.

Unless you have £4.5
million in another account

that you want to show us?

But you're assuming that my
client knew about this gold,

which we've just
established she did not.

This document is more
than enough to make

a compelling case for my client

and remove any motive you might
otherwise seek to furnish her with.

Why are we only seeing it now?

Up until recently,
the idea that I was

a suspect has been laughable,

but now I realise no-one
here has a sense of humour.

Yes. I have a taxi
receipt there and back.

Why do you ask?

Because one of our
officers is missing,

and his car was found
beside St Theresa's Church

with six bullet holes
in the windscreen.

Oh, my God!

Surely you don't
suspect my client?

Your client has been

a person of interest since
her husband's murder.

He's buried at St
Theresa's Church.

What was your
officer doing there?

We don't know that.

Could this be Dardis? Am I safe?

It's hard to say.

Why did you go see
him last night?

To supply him with the documents
and to discuss my case.

Your case?

I think the courts would be

interested to hear
what I have to say.

Er, can you wait for me outside?

That's enough, isn't it? To
keep the suspicion off me?

Maybe. Do we have a deal?

Fine.

What's going on?

Just make sure your lot
stop investigating me.

So forensics have recovered
fingerprints belonging

to Robert Dardis
from the M24 rifle.

But even with the utmost speed,
ballistics will still need time

to come back with anything.

But now Leah is pretty
confident that the rifle matches

the bullet from Foyle's murder.

Olivia Foyle is
entirely self-serving.

Oh? What happened to
being misunderstood?

Yeah, but I still don't
know if she's guilty.

When the evidence is stacked
up, what have we got?

Like I say, I don't like her.

But a fucking harassment
case? She's some neck.

Yeah, well, knowing her, I'm
not surprised by it. Jesus, no.

We have to stop treating her as

a person of suspicion
in her husband's murder.

But she has proved beyond doubt
that she cannot be trusted.

I'm inclined to
agree with Niamh.

Yeah, and I don't disagree, but
you're the one who's always on

to me about treading carefully.

You know that the right
thing to do now is

to say that we're not
looking for anyone else,

that we only suspect
Robert Dardis.

You can't be serious!

Even more fucking
rope to hang us with.

Short of checking with Noel
Timoney that all this is legit,

there's nothing we can do. But
we will check with Timoney.

OK.

I cannot be the only one...

the slightest chance
that she's involved.

We just have to be smarter about
how we go about it. Agreed?

Sir.

Niamh?

Sir.

Leah. Sir.

What's going on? As we searched

the graveyard, it became clear
that this grave had been disturbed.

It belongs to Michelle Foyle.

Disturbed?

The top had been removed and
something hidden underneath.

Judging by the
pressure marks left on

the top layer of soil,
I'd say we're looking at

the place your missing gold bars
were hidden - at least for a time.

Birdy was on to it.

Sir? Where do you get

to if you keep driving
past this church?

The yacht club.

Dardis and Colin Foyle weren't
going to the yacht club

to sail the gold out. They
didn't make it that far.

They were coming
here to hide it.

Then Dardis shot Foyle.

Yeah. I mean, there was
no rush to move the gold.

Dardis was the only one that
knew of its whereabouts.

Birdy must have stumbled
on him as he was trying

to recover it last night.

Niamh?

If Dardis hadn't have gotten
away, this wouldn't have happened.

You don't know that.
This isn't your fault.

Birdy was taking a
risk being here alone.

He should have let us
know what he was up to.

Then why didn't he?
Birdy's no eejit.

Maybe he didn't know
what he was on to.

Birdy's good at his job. I
mightn't have told him that,

but why didn't he let us know?!

I'll give you two some privacy.

Has she not told you?

Told me what?

Sir.

Me and Birdy, we've
been seeing each other.

It hasn't been long, but
it's serious, you know.

What?

We both felt like... We
wouldn't have done it

if we both didn't
feel something.

I'm sorry that you had
to find out like this.

Why didn't you tell me?

Well, we were going to,
at dinner last night,

but then Birdy cancelled.
What is it, Daddy?

Why didn't you tell me?

Daddy?

Birdy's car was
discovered a few hours ago

with bullet holes
in the windscreen.

There's no sign of
Birdy himself, but...

..it doesn't look good.

No... No.

Izzy, I'm so sorry.

No, I'm not going to...
This is not going to happen.

Izzy! No, no, no.

Izzy! Birdy should
have been with me!

We should have been together,
telling you about us,

hoping that you would
be happy for us,

but he felt like he couldn't
because of this fucking job!

Izzy, I didn't...

Darling, I can't...
Yes, you can. Swear it.

I am not going to lose every
person that means something

to me. I need you

to promise me that you're
going to find Birdy

and you'll bring him home to me.

It's my fault.

Don't be stupid.

You said so yourself...

It looks like Dardis
shot at Birdy.

If we still had him in custody,
that wouldn't have happened.

Well, there were many
contributing factors.

I think...

..I'm responsible for Birdy
being in the wrong place.

I was working on
something on my own...

..in an office in the basement.

Goliath.

I found Birdy
looking at my work.

Why? I don't know, but I...

I'm well aware of
how you feel about it

and I told him to
leave it alone.

I didn't ask.

And you telling him to go away,

you think that forced
him to go off on his own?

Where does Goliath fit in
to Birdy's disappearance?

The gold.

So the likelihood is that
Dardis pulled the trigger?

They've been working on
Birdy's computer for hours.

They say there's nothing
unusual or out of place.

They haven't found anything
that points to Goliath.

Birdy was working the case.

I'd say he turned
up at that church,

If he had suspected it,

there's no way he
wouldn't have told us.

I know that young man. And
if it was Dardis shot him,

then it's our job to go
and find the bastard.

Sir.

Why is this happening? Is
it a case that Birdy's on?

I can't say. Course you can.

Izzy, it would be wrong of
me to draw conclusions with

the little we have.

So what do we do now?

We keep going.

Like you did when
Mummy went missing?

Yeah.

But I want to find Birdy.

We all want to find Birdy, love.

There's a lot of
people working on this.

What about his house?
Have you been there?

Well, we sent a unit round.
There was no response.

And did they go in?

Izzy, there was no need
for a forced entry.

His belongings were
found with his car.

And blood, too.
Darling, I'm so sorry.

I want to go to his
house. Izzy. Please.

Do you have a key?

No. But he...

He leaves one with his
next-door neighbour.

I've got some stuff there,

and what if he's come home?

He's not here, love.

Do you want to go
and grab your things?

You have one saved
message. Saved message.

BEEP

I didn't, I didn't, I just didn't
want to do this in a message.

Er, we can't... I can't
meet your dad tonight.

We...

Something's just come up at
work and it's just stressful,

you know, and it's just
not the right time.

I... I'm sorry. I
know you'll be upset,

and I'll... I'll
make it up to you.

Look, I'll talk...

I'll talk to you a bit later,
OK? All right, I love...

Some of Birdy's work things.
I'm going to take them in.

They might be important.

Birdy's not a threat to anyone.

I know.

I mean, who would even...
Why would they...?

Must be a hostage
or something, like,

I just know it. And you
just... You have to find him.

We're looking. Really?

Because right now we're here.

Well, like I say,
it's a big operation.

Why aren't you on it?

I'm here, with you,
making sure you're OK.

Have you given up on him?

No. Because you can't.

I know. I won't let you. I know.

And it just feels
like he's on your team

and, if you're here, then
who's looking for him?

Er, would you rather I got someone
else to come and look after you?

Daddy, I would rather you were tearing the
place apart, trying to find my boyfriend!

Yeah, yeah, it'll
be OK, it'll be OK.

But how do you know that?

He loves you.

What?

He admires you. Thinks
you're the greatest.

And when he talks about you,

it's like a wee boy
talking about his hero.

I love hearing that.

Because I love you.
And you will find him.

No, run me through it again.

You're saying Birdy's
computer is clean?

Yes, Sarge.

So clean, like he
never worked on it?

He probably used an
external hard drive, Sarge.

Well, where's that?

Take care of yourself
now. Thank you.

Is that your camera?

No, no, that belongs to
work. I need to take it back.

Will I come up? What?

Well, Jackie and Niamh have
everything under control, you know.

They know I want to be with
you and make sure you're OK.

I'll be OK.

Look, I'll be back looking
for Birdy in the morning.

It's important I'm with you now.

BEEPING, VIBRATING

LINE RINGS

The person you have dialled
is currently unavailable.

Please leave a message. BEEP

Davy, it's Olivia. Where
are you? Have you...

Hello, Olivia.

Ryan.

Have you opened the box?

Problem with choosing a body
part is your being sure of

the person it came from.

I need you to take
a careful look.

I need you to recognise the
man you sent to kill me.

I will do whatever you want.

Oh, I know you will.

And you'll start by telling me
everything about that cop of yours.

I need to know. Tell me.

I've been going to counselling.

What?

I talk to someone an
hour a week. It helps.

We don't need to
talk about this now.

I want to.

I want you to know.

Why?

Because it means something
to me. Like Birdy does.

And I don't want to keep
these things secret from you.

Have I not been there for you?

Always.

It's just that there's some things
counselling can do that you can't.

Like what?

Help me understand my life...

..what's going on in my head.

Nearly everything good
has come from you.

I know that in so many
ways I'm just like you.

That means I have your darkness.

I think Birdy can see that.

But he makes everything better.

If something's happened to
Birdy, I'll find who did it

and I'll kill them.

I need to know. Tell me.

Well, he has a daughter.