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We think Dardis is alone.
The house is abandoned.

I'll lead my team in for a hard
knock through the window.

- We've arrested Dardis.
- Show me your hands now!

He's not a murderer.

Is he?

Did your husband ever mention
Goliath? He was an assassin.

Are you sure you've never
heard of it before?

- What do you make of this?
- A sort code of some kind?

If you turn the numbers around,
you get the 21st of February, 1998.

This could point to the Goliath case.

As far as we're concerned,
Pat Keenan was Goliath.

Pat Keenan is dead, so Goliath is dead.

The M24 rifle.

A trained sniper
will aim at the chest from distance.

Dardis fits the bill.

And seeing as how you made this
mess, it's up to you to sort it out!

This is a targeted attack, Rob.

There's at least a dozen pairs
of eyes on what you do next.

- I like spending time with you.
- I do, too.

That's... That's pretty great.

I know where the gold is.
I helped Colin move it.

- And then you killed him.
- The man lost his nerve.

But you don't know where the gold is.

I am very good at keeping secrets.

Are we ready?

The time by the interview room clock
is 6:15pm.

This interview is taking place at
PSNI Dunfolan in an interview room.

- Also present are...
- DCI Brannick.

For the recording, can you
state your full name, please?

Olivia Foyle.

AJ Boyd, solicitor.

Mrs Foyle, I would like to remind
you, you are not under arrest

and you are free to leave
the station at any time.

You have the right to legal advice

and your solicitor, Mr Boyd,
is here for that purpose.

You are here in connection with the
murder of your husband,

Colin Foyle,

and, as explained to your solicitor,

we would like to speak
to you about your movements.

- Do you understand?
- I do.

I want to begin by saying that
you've brought my client here,

on the day before her husband's funeral,

in a clear attempt to catch her
in a state of emotional distress.

She wouldn't be here
unless we had reason.

It's OK. Please, ask the questions.

Mrs Foyle, approximately 48 hours
after the murder of your husband,

you were pictured entering
this storage facility.

Yes.

It's a wee bit strange, don't you think?

You find out your husband
has been murdered

and this is the first place you go to.

I had my reasons.

Storage unit 174 at the time
contained two large rifle cases,

one sheet of hessian sacking
and one M24 sniper rifle.

The same as the rifle
that was used to kill your husband.

This is two evenings before,
when your husband was killed.

We believe this man to be Robert Dardis.

The tracksuit, jacket and cap

match those we know
were in his possession.

And we think this is
the other M24 sniper rifle.

May I ask how you came
by this information?

No.

Right, well...

..what you are neglecting to say
is that there are three units

in that facility,
all rented by Colin Foyle.

Units 174, 175 and 176.

Yes, we're aware of that.

I knew about two of those units.

We used them to store stuff
while we were moving homes,

but Colin did the paperwork.

I mean, how could I possibly
have known about this?

What were you doing there, then?

I keep my jewellery there and...

..just after Colin was killed
I was reminded of a ring

that he'd got me just shortly
after getting together

and I went to retrieve it.

Hm. You dismissed your family
liaison officer the day before.

Do you not think that looks suspicious?

I wasn't thinking about how it looked.

Do you have footage
of my client entering unit 174?

The facility only has cameras
at the main entrances and exits

and on the perimeter walls.

Do you have footage
of my client entering

or leaving the building with
the aforementioned rifle cases?

No.

Then I think we're done here.

Have you any idea why your husband
would keep these sniper rifles?

Honestly...

..no, I don't.

I was only married to him
for 18 months and...

..now, unfortunately,

it seems that I didn't know
all there was to know.

Is it true Rob Dardis killed my husband?

With a weapon your husband knew about,
it seems.

Will that be all?

Actually, there's one more thing
you could help us with.

- Er, no, I...
- No, no, sh.

Please, go ahead. Ask your questions.

Robert Dardis rented a car,
a black BMW, from his employers.

They had fitted GPS vehicle
trackers in all their fleet.

We believe Dardis disabled his.

But a fuel card he used
on the job flagged him

at several locations close
to clients of your husband.

We were led to believe
he only drove you.

Could you tell us
who was making these journeys?

Colin. My husband.

He was driven by Dardis?

Yes, that's right.

So he didn't drive only you?

No, not all the time.

Why didn't you tell us that before?

Well, you never asked me.

Your husband knew how to drive.

What was he doing riding with Dardis?

A few months ago, Colin asked Rob
to take him on certain trips.

How come?

Well, I assumed it was
so that he could appear important.

You know, a man with a driver.

Thank you.

Any news from Niamh?

Found a footprint,
sir, by the safe house.

- It might be of interest.
- You were good in there.

Thanks, sir.

Not that we're ever going
to make anything stick.

- Not with a lawyer like that.
- Justice is a rich man's game.

Or woman's.

I'll see you in the morning.
Stay out of trouble.

I'll try, sir.

[BELL TOLLS]

Because God has chosen
to call our brother, Colin,

from this life to himself,

we commit his body to the earth.

For we are dust
and unto dust we shall return.

But the Lord Jesus Christ
will change our mortal bodies

to be like his in glory,
for he is risen from the dead.

[ALARM RINGS]

Shit!

- Where are you supposed to be?
- At Strangford.

The boss is going to kill me. I mean
your da.

Your da's going to kill me.

- Want me to have a word?
- No. No, no, no, no. Absolutely not.

So does that mean this isn't...

..going to happen again?

Are you mad?

Are you OK?

I'm grand.

You're a buck eejit, Birdy.

- Mm. Go. Get ready.
- Yeah, yeah. Ow!

If your life is measured by
the people who attend your funeral,

Colin Foyle must be pretty fucked off.

- Huh!
- Good performance from her.

Maybe.

- Still no sign of Dardis?
- No.

She knew about those rifles.

That was a hell of
an interrogation yesterday.

I have a job to do.

Oh, if only you'd always
come on that strong, Tom.

Your, erm...

..junior officer, he's a sweet boy.

What about him?

The questions he was asking
about Dardis driving Colin,

it made me think.

Wherever he took Colin,

just a couple of days
before he was murdered,

something happened at that meeting.

How do you know?

Well, he came back like
the wind was kicked out of him.

Any suggestion as to what it was?

No.

But there was...

Well, there was tension
between Dardis and Colin.

- About what?
- They didn't elaborate, but...

..maybe whatever it was
came to a head that trip.

Look, this is why I didn't want to...

..name Dardis to you.

I didn't want to seem
like I was framing him.

So why are you telling me this now?

Cos we have a deal.

And even if we don't...

..the foundation and secret of
a good relationship, Tom, is trust.

Hm.

My address.

In case you think of anything else.

Thank you.

DCI Tom Brannick.

- Stephen Foyle.
- Louise.

Your mother?

That's right.

I'm sorry.

To lose both parents
within a couple of years.

Aye, it's tough.

Olivia telling you all about us,
was she?

You don't think too kindly of her?

What?

- Did I say something wrong?
- Oh, not at all.

- Just that woman and her lies.
- Easy!

You can't trust her
as far as you can kick her.

- And I could give her some boot.
- Louise.

The man's a police officer.

Please, don't hold back on my account.

What did she tell you
about her life before this?

- In New York?
- Aye.

Have you had the same version
more than once?

- She said that's where she met your da.
- Did she?

They met in a bar in Dublin.

He was near the end of caring
for our mum.

Olivia was glamorous,
offered some escape.

Glamorous is one word for it.

She knows her effect, that woman.

She plays on it.

And imagine her ego in
a small community like this.

She made sure all the men knew
who she was, that's for sure.

Bunch of retirees looking at her

like the last power tool in the shop.

He did go to New York to see her,
not long after Mum died.

Aye. We thought,
what harm could it do, you know?

Aye.

She didn't hang about.

We barely had time to talk to him
before they were married.

He proposed to her, though, eh?

He said as much.

And maybe it's true.

He was all about doing things
the right way.

But he was not the one calling
the shots in that relationship.

I had heard that something went on

around her departure
from her firm in New York.

We've an investigator
looking into it over there.

Have they found anything?

The whole thing is shrouded in NDAs.

Look, I know you weren't here
when your father was murdered,

but I have to ask you this.

Were you aware of his criminal activity?

You're not going to be asked
to testify against him now.

We were aware, aye.

- Did you know what he was doing?
- No.

It's Northern Ireland.

We don't talk
about what we don't want to talk about.

ANSWER MACHINE: You've reached Chensey
Cohen Associates.

Please leave a message.

Good morning, this is Detective
Chief Inspector Tom Brannick

from the Police Service
of Northern Ireland.

I'm hoping to talk to someone
about a former employee of yours,

a Miss Olivia Deegan.

Erm, we're five hours ahead here,

but if someone could give me
a call back I'd appreciate it.

Have you got pictures
of everyone in attendance?

Aye. We've cross-checked
each person with former

and active paramilitary members,
organised crime affiliation,

to see if anyone raises a red flag.

OK.

Do you think we should treat
his kids with suspicion?

Neither of them was in the country.

Aye, but they could have
hired someone to do it.

But why now, after all this time?

Nah, doesn't feel right.
I'd stick with what we know.

Birdy?

- Sir.
- Where were you?

- Erm... I slept in. Sorry, sir.
- Hm.

Thought you grew up on a farm.

Up with the sunrise and all that.

Erm, sir?

I need to find out the last time
Dardis used his fuel card.

How do I do that? What's your login?

Well, it's against the guidelines

to share login information
with another officer, sir.

Of course it is. Sorry.
Can you look into it, eh?

Oh, excuse me.

Erm, yeah, just see if you can find out

if he refuelled close
to any of Colin's clients.

Sir?

What's this about a footprint?

Erm, we found it at the back
of the safe house.

It's a match for the one we found
beside Colin Foyle's body.

Is it Dardis?

Doesn't match the footwear he had on,

but it might give us an accomplice?

What size?

10.

It'll be a man, then, most likely.

Tom!

Let me know.

Forensics have confirmed traces
of banknotes in Colin Foyle's car.

Looks like he was handling
large quantities of cash.

And with the high value cash
robberies in Armagh recently,

I shared our results with detectives
there

to see if there's a connection.

Right. So we need to look harder
at who Colin Foyle was working for.

We don't need to bash the heads
of organised crime, Tom.

It's a murder investigation,
pure and simple.

Sit down.

Did you get lucky?

Did I get... Why would you say that?

- You did!
- Shut up. Shut up! How did you know?

I'm good at my job!

- Any joy?
- Birdy got lucky, sir.

No. Erm...

Billy Bird. Do we need to have a talk?

Sir?

Was she family?

- What?
- Well, you never know with farmers.

There's laws against that kind of thing.

Oh, aye.

Erm...

The last time Dardis used his fuel card

was two days before
Colin Foyle was shot.

Erm...

The closest client of Foyle's to
there is a Mrs Lauren Fitzpatrick.

- What's her line of work?
- She's a jeweller, sir.

I thought Foyle's clients were
all high-ranking business types?

Mostly they are.

I mean, we don't know that he
definitely went to see her.

To make sure of that, we'd have to
have either Foyle's

or Dardis' phones.

- And any sign of Dardis' other phone?
- Not yet.

A jeweller could be a conduit
for high value items.

Let's go talk to her.

We've been spotted.

Excuse me!

- Can I help you?
- Hello there.

PSNI.

Come on in.

Mrs Fitzpatrick?

Miss.

This about the motorbikes?

- No.
- Should be.

They fly up and down here
like it's the Ulster Grand Prix.

No, we're here to talk
to you about Colin Foyle.

That's a sad business.

I've been one of his clients
since the beginning.

- How long is that?
- 35 years.

Older than you.

- Someone shot him, is that right?
- Aye.

You don't seem surprised.

I'm beyond that, love.
He was a good man.

Good accountant.

He'll be missed.

- Did he come to see you last week?
- He did.

Talked me through my books.

And that was it?

I reckon so.

He, erm... He was driven here by
someone from Belfast Executive Cars.

Can't say that I noticed that.

The driver was a man
called Robert Dardis.

Right.

- Do you know him?
- Dardis, you say?

No. Come away from that, love,
I don't want you touching things.

Did Mr Foyle ever buy any items
of value off you with cash?

Or did he ever agree
to sell items you made?

No. He was just my accountant.

Did you ever make
anything for Mrs Foyle?

Which one?

The new one.

Hm. No, I did not.

Hm. Really?

That's strange.

Why do you say that?

Ah, we'd heard talk that
she'd married him for money.

[SHE CHUCKLES]

God forbid the police are relying
on County Down gossip!

What's this?

That?

Well, it's a piece of material.

What are you doing?

That's my property!

Those red stripes.

- Very distinctive, eh?
- Mm.

And this oil mark.
What do you think that is?

I don't know. Whatever tool it was
wrapped in. What's this about?

Two rifle cases were recovered from a
storage facility

in Dunfolan yesterday.

One of them had a sniper rifle inside it

and beside it was a bit of hessian
sacking very much like this.

The other rifle is missing.

I don't know anything about that.

- Niamh.
- Miss Fitzpatrick,

we will be conducting an
Article 20 search of the premises,

which is permitted when it is authorised

by an officer of the rank
of inspector or above.

Now hold your horses...

Lauren Fitzpatrick, I am arresting
you in connection to the murder

of Colin Foyle.

Sir!

The tool is called
a single-stage reloading press.

The boxes contain primers.

The cannister contains gunpowder.

Your jeweller is making ammunition.

- What kind?
- Any kind she wants.

She just needs the old cartridge
and then with the crucible

she has the facility
to create a new bullet.

Why would you do that?

It's cheaper.
It means you don't need a supplier.

You can use the same casings
again and again.

Forensically, it can be easier to spot,

but if you're good enough you know
what the telltale signs will be.

- She's an old pro.
- Looks like it.

She won't give us anything.

At least we can connect Dardis
to the murder. That's not nothing.

Yeah, but we don't have Dardis.
Just dead ends.

Leah's going up
to the Dardis house crime scene.

- I said I'd go with her.
- Grand.

Niamh?

Don't beat yourself up about it.

You would,
if you were the one who lost him.

We shouldn't have let him go in
the first place. Remember that.

- Tom.
- I'd like to come and talk to you.

It'll be strictly between you and me.

Do we understand each other?

Oh, yeah, of course. When?

I'll be there in ten minutes.

What, Lauren Fitzpatrick, the jeweller?

Yeah. What do you know about her?

Oh, Colin wouldn't talk about her.

I asked her once to do
a commission for me,

and he said he didn't think
she'd be interested.

I was almost jealous.

Anyway, this doesn't give us
very much, does it?

Because Dardis disconnected
the GPS tracker on his BMW,

all we have to go on
are any ANPR cameras

that would have picked him up.

Erm, he didn't always drive
the BMW, you know, Dardis.

What?

The last couple of times
I saw him with Colin,

he was in a silver car, a Mercedes.

He said us staying was like a way
for her to find a way back home.

Mummy.

Staying in the house?

No, just in the area, I think.
The country.

And that upset you?

Is that because you hold on to hope...

..like he does?

Because you don't have that resolution?

Tell you what it is.

It's like...

..home itself...

..has become like a weight, you know.

Like an anchor.

And not in a good way.

Cos, no matter how hard I try,
and I do try...

..I can't get away from it.

It's not like I want
to be away from Daddy.

But at the same time...

..my life here,

you know, the place...

..it's never going to let me go.

It's always...

It's always going to keep
pulling me back down.

It's like I've no choice.

So he did take out a different car?

A silver Mercedes?

Can I take the registration number,
please?

Mm-hm.

OK. Thank you.

_

_

_

_

_

_

You managed to get away.

Yeah, I've got time for lunch.

- Thanks for meeting me here.
- No bother.

Just wanted you to see it.

To know.

What are you thinking?

I think you're brave...

..talking to someone, like.

- You do?
- Aye.

If my daddy were to find out about us,

could you not tell him about this place?

Course.

I just don't think he'd understand me
needing to speak

to somebody else.

We've no plans for him to find out
about us now, though, right?

Well, when would be a good time, Birdy?

No, that's not what I'm saying...

Is it easier for you to get out if
my daddy doesn't know? Is that it?

No, I'm not going to...

I don't want to get out. I...

_

The silver Mercedes is on an ANPR camera

turning into Royal Down Yacht Club.

I also checked with
the executive car service.

The vehicle was booked by Dardis.

- Did Colin own a boat?
- No.

- What about his clients?
- Oh, I'm sure one of them does.

Excuse me?

Hi. Sorry, are you the club chairman?

Erm, no, no, I'm not, I'm the secretary.

Oh, well, you look like you
should be the club chairman.

Can I help you with anything?

Erm, yes. Erm, well...

Like a total eejit I'm here because
I don't know where else to go

and I want to buy a yacht.

- People do sell their yachts here.
- Do they?

Oh, great!

I thought you were going to send me
off to a yacht shop or something.

- Oh, God, how stupid do I sound?!
- You don't sound stupid.

You are sweet.

What kind of yacht are you looking for?

I'm sorry, I didn't get your name.

- Tony.
- Tony, lovely to meet you.

Erm, well, I'm hoping to surprise
my boyfriend, you see.

- OK.
- Mm.

And like a proper novice,
I'm thinking style over substance.

Nothing wrong with that.

Oh, Tony, you're officially
my new best friend!

I suppose, if I knew what types
of boats you had here,

maybe I could look them up,

or even if I could contact
the owners directly?

You could do that, right enough.

Oh, Tony.

Tony, Tony, Tony!

- Oh, no, no, I couldn't...
- No, you must.

Call it a finder's fee.

We're in this together now.

You get a better view from over there.

Our camera's position in the eves?

Aye. Whoever threw the petrol bomb
did it from around here.

Multiple routes of escape.

Either way down the alley.

Through any of these gardens.

Through those bushes, at a push.

Still nothing from
the surrounding houses?

No-one saw the petrol bomb being lit,
no?

No.

- And no-one else has cameras?
- Not that we're aware of.

Let's say the intention of
the attacker was to hit the shed.

Nice and combustible.
Sends out a clear warning.

Why throw it from all
the way over there?

You might miss.

Unless you knew where the camera was.

A list of everyone who owns a boat here.

I'm impressed.

I have my ways.

Birdy, it's me.

Can you look again at the
concealed camera footage we have

from the Dardis house
the night it was petrol bombed?

We need to make absolutely sure
there's nothing we've missed.

[MOBILE PHONE BEEPS]

You just got a message.

I'll check it later.

I'm not going to hurt you.

I swear.

You don't know that.

Aye, I do.

Anyone?

Erm...

Yeah.

Noel Timoney.

He's not a client of Colin's.
He's his solicitor.

Why would Colin be coming to see him?

I'll look into it.

OK, I'll see you tomorrow.

That's the hope.

[CAR HORNS BEEP]

We've been tracking
the movements of Colin Foyle,

and it appears he met up with you
at Royal Down Yacht Club

on Thursday the 10th.

I can neither confirm nor deny that.

Hm.

You're his solicitor.
You saw him on the day he died.

You may have been
the last person to see him alive.

How do you think that looks to us?

Well...

..he did come to the yacht club,
aye. We had a drink.

Why have you not come forward
with this before?

There wasn't anything unusual
about our meeting.

What did you talk about?

We caught up.

Family, old acquaintances.
I'm sure you can imagine.

So no official business?

Would you prefer to talk about this
at the station?

He wanted to make an amendment to
his will and a payment to someone.

To who?

I can't disclose that.

One of your clients changes his
will on the day he is murdered

and you don't think to tell anyone?

You have to understand,

conversations about Colin's will
weren't irregular.

He was a very thorough man.

What was the amendment?

I'd certainly need some
official documentation

if I was going to show you that,
DCI Brannick.

Until probate is granted, only
the executors are allowed to see it.

I understand.

Detective Chief Inspector Brannick?

Yes. Thanks for calling me back.

You wanted to know about Olivia Deegan?

That's right.

And I'd love to help you,
but we have a lot of legal issues

surrounding her departure from our firm.

Any information you can share with me

would be extremely useful
to an ongoing investigation.

What did she do this time?

- I can't disclose that.
- No, of course you can't.

Erm, I shouldn't have said that.
Please, forget I said that.

Listen, I'll have a word
with our lawyers here

and see if there's anything
we can do to help you out.

Much appreciated. Thank you.

No problem. We're always on
the side of law enforcement.

Noel Timoney said
that your father requested

that something be added to his will
on the day he died.

Have you any idea what it was?

To be honest, Tom, we haven't
finished going through it.

But I'll let you know
if we find anything of interest.

Thanks.

We just checked the headlines,
so we did.

Made sure she wasn't getting the lot.

- And she isn't?
- No, thank Christ!

Actually, she's, erm...

She's been written out of it.

- Oh.
- Noel says she agreed to it.

But that doesn't sound right.

Is that why you're having her
investigated?

For when she objects?

She's got a move up her sleeve,
we know it.

And we need to be prepared for that.

This is the fire starting
on the Dardis shed.

You can see the petrol bomb
coming over the fence here.

Do you think whoever did this
knew where our cameras were?

I suppose it's possible.

But Dardis would have known
where they were.

He could have tipped someone off.

Hm.

Keep looking.

The hessian sacking found
in your workshop

has a long oil mark
running down the centre.

Our analysis shows that oil to be
a match for the type of gun oil

found in the recently recovered
M24 rifle.

It's not the murder weapon, Lauren,
but it's the same type of rifle.

Do you know where the missing one is?

No comment.

Would you say that could be a rifle?

- No comment. No comment.
- Do you know who that is?

- But you do make ammunition.
- No...

No comment?

A concealed cabinet in your workshop...

That's never a good start.

..containing a single-stage
loading press,

primers and gunpowder.

Our investigators say that these items,

along with the crucible
in your workshop,

and certain moulds they have found,
present enough forensic evidence

to suggest that you have been
casting and reloading ammunition.

How long were you a member
of Real Republican Youth?

Oh, aye.

We have you being let off for a
caution at a demonstration in 1995.

You were sticking up posters
saying "Disband the RUC".

Know your audience, Lauren.

No comment.

Is that where you were
recruited as an armourer?

No comment.

- Do you know who killed Colin Foyle?
- No comment.

- Did you kill Colin Foyle?
- No comment.

Did you make the ammunition
for the murderer of Colin Foyle?

No comment.

Did someone come to collect
the ammunition from you?

Did this man...

..leave the piece
of hessian sacking behind

that covered the murder weapon?

No comment.

How many times did you
speak to Robert Dardis?

No comment.

Lauren.

Now we have the machinery
you used to make the ammunition...

..how many other shootings
do you think ballistics

will be able to connect you to?

How many murders?

I'd say you're going to prison, Lauren.

How you answer these questions
right now...

..might just determine for how long.

No comment.

Please tell me you've something.

The bomber...

..was wearing a watch.

- That doesn't narrow things down.
- But it might be a smartwatch.

Can you track a signal?

No, not unless we know
the phone it's tied to.

- So not much use, then.
- Maybe more luck here.

The matching footprints, the gumboot.

One by Colin Foyle's body,
the left footprint,

and one in the garden where Dardis'
safe house was, the right footprint.

Mm-hm.

But we know Dardis' right foot
is in a protective brace.

He couldn't have made this print
by the safe house.

So this is the accomplice, then?

Maybe.

Have you checked DC Ruddy's footwear?

- Yeah, nothing that matches.
- Argh!

There's something we're not seeing here.

It does look like...

What?

Well, the difference between
the two... the two footprints.

This one is worn away
and this one looks... looks new.

So the accomplice favours
a particular brand,

disposes of the contaminated ones
from the Foyle murder,

buys a new pair to get Dardis.

Unless...

Doesn't matter.

Boss?

Sir.

Inform the DCS.

The hallmarks on the gold are American.

Made it easier to identify.

Someone high up got on the phone
to the US

and now they want us to talk to the FBI.

- FBI?
- Don't go all culchie on us, Tom.

We don't want to scare them off
with our banjos and our buck teeth.

- Jackie.
- Niall, how are you?

Good. Come in.

Sit yourselves down.
We'll get this call up and running.

Assistant Director Paula Halcrow,

this is Detective Chief
Superintendent Jackie Twomey

and his team.

How are you, Paula?

I'm fine, thank you for asking.

This is DCI Tom Brannick
and DS Niamh McGovern.

They're running the investigation
that discovered the gold.

Hm, nice job.

Can I ask you, Paula,
what is your interest in this?

I mean, it's not every day
we get dolled up

to sit in front of the FBI.

Hm, of course.

What you found was one of a consignment

of eight 400 ounce gold bars
that were stolen in transit

on their way to the Federal Reserve
in Boston in 1998.

- How are you with ounces?
- Mm...

Sorry, Paula, could you give us
that in metric, please?

Sure.

That's 12 and a half kilos per bar.

100 kilos in total.

And so, in terms of cash,
how much are we talking about?

Current value is $6 million.

That's �4.5 million, I believe.

Who stole it?

They never apprehended the perpetrators.

But I spoke to our office in Boston
and they believe

a criminal organisation called
the Savage Family are responsible.

Is that their name or their reputation?

I think they trade off both.

They're an Irish-American crime family,

strong links to your part
of the country.

Used to work closely with the
Irish Northern Aid Committee,

- but it says here that...
- Is that the same as NORAID?

Aye.

..the Savages disagreed with the
Committee's support

of the peace process.

So do we think that the gold
was intended for the IRA?

The same as all the other money
the Irish-American community

sent this way to fund terrorism?

That's what we believe, yes.

But there's no evidence to suggest
that it ever got to them?

According to information we received,

the gold never reached the IRA.

It was hijacked in transit.

How did you learn that?

We had an informant.

- You had?
- We...

..mislaid him.

Happens to the best of us, Paula.

And the Savage Family?

Are they still active?

Absolutely.

They've made a name for themselves
over the past 20 years.

Doing what?

They have a wide portfolio of interests.

Jesus, you make them sound
like an investment bank.

They're one of the major players
in organised crime

in the north-eastern United States,
so pretty close.

- I like this woman.
- Hm.

Paula, would you be able
to keep an eye on them?

You know,

and let us know if anybody
is making noises about us over here?

I can put the word out, sure,

but beyond that you're talking
about a major redistribution

of time and resources,
neither of which we have right now.

So what do you want from us?

We'd like to know
when you find our gold.

And when you do,
you can return it to us.

It would be much appreciated.

Is that everything?

Yes. Thank you, Paula.

Speak again soon, hopefully.

I hope so too. Thank you all.

- Nice to meet you.
- Thanks.

Get back to Lauren Fitzpatrick.

Tell her we're going to
extradite her to the FBI

unless she gives us something.

Make it sound like we're picking out
her jumpsuit for Guantanamo.

And you had a go at me for using
social services as a threat?

Yeah, but I'm not bluffing.

Colin brought it to me,
wrapped in the hessian sacking.

He asked what I could do with it,

whether there was a way
I could turn the gold into money.

He thought I could melt it down.

I looked at it and I knew
straight away what it was.

The hallmarks and serial numbers.

I was meant to have seen this gold
20 years before.

I'd been expecting it then, but...

..it never came.

I told Colin I wouldn't do it.
It wasn't his gold to be selling.

He didn't listen?

He said he knew that.

Said the man who owned
the gold was a client of his.

But I knew that to be nonsense.

It was meant for the IRA.

So did you tell any of your
IRA contacts from back then?

No.

Why not?

Colin was spooked enough.

He gave me the bar, told me
to get on with turning it into cash

while he went to check some things out.

After that, I didn't hear from him.

Then he was shot.

Leaving you with the gold?

Aye.

And you thought you'd keep it.

The IRA no longer exist, after all.

This client of Colin's...

..the one he said owned the gold,
did he say who it was?

An assassin.

Say that again.

Colin learned this assassin was dead.

That's why he thought
he could steal the gold.

Who was it? The assassin?

A man named Pat Keenan.

Shot by your lot.

Colin said you'd been looking
for him for a long time.

Hello?

Got your message.

Did you really find the gold?

One bar.

We're in this together now.

The gold belonged to Goliath.

Here.

I don't know how many times
I have to say this...

..but Goliath is dead.

I understand what you're saying,
sir, but what if we're wrong?

What if he's still out there?