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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. Do you know
who that is? No comment.

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?