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[ Dramatic music plays ]

Your warrant.

All this is just surface squeaky clean and perfect.

And what we're looking for is in here somewhere.

We found these in a hidden safe in his workplace.

CHRISTIAN: This Hadi Mansour is not giving up anything.

So right now, Fionn Brannigan is all we've got to stop this bomb.

EMER: I don't have you down as a class of terrorist, Fionn.

I think you lay down with dogs

and got up with more than you could handle.

FIONN: If they find this other thing,

I go to jail for a really long time.

I need you to destroy it.

-[ Alarm beeping ] -SIOBHAN: They caught me --

the guards.

NORAH: It's a declaration of trust.

FIONN: I need you to get me out of here -- unseen.

-Siobhan, the -- the hard drive. -They didn't get it.

They've done it, James. They've suspended my license.

Hey, they're just following protocol.

I have an ear I can bend.

I think I might have, uh, put you in danger.

-What sort of danger? -CHRISTIAN: He's here, Emer.

-He's handing himself in. -BIBI: Something's not right.

He's not here.

[ Engines roaring ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

-He was going to take a deal. -That's what his sister says.

You can ask for yourself. She's still here.

-What do you think he has? -We think he's laundering

and crossed paths somehow with the bombers.

We think he wants to give us that connection.

Does it look like someone got to him

or he changed his mind and ran?

No sign of foul play.

None entered the airport

who wasn't already on a passenger or staff list.

Most likely he went over the fence.

We're looking at that.

Can I take your bag?

What about outbound flights?

Well, uh, two in the time frame.

One to Charleroi.

We had it searched on landing. Nothing.

And the other is a private plane to Tangiers.

Where he can get beyond extradition.

Yeah. Yeah. This is where he was last seen.

His sister left him there to get her husband and the police.

Any crew here that worked for any of his companies

could have helped him get out.

Vince is on that and the contact list his sister gave us.

Follow me.

What about the pilot that brought him here?

Admitted to smuggling him on a cargo plane.

Says he was threatened with his job if he didn't.

EMER: He'll be losing a lot more than that now.

We think he got help getting to the airport.

We're tracing that car.

This is what I want to show you.

The fence wire is pushed down.

Hard to tell if it's even recent and nowhere to lift a print.

But he definitely could have gone over it.

When you come out of the hangar,

it's the first place you'd try to hop.

Good blind spot.

EMER: Yeah, and the camera's facing outwards.

Yeah. Set up to get people breaking in, not out.

Also in his favor.

He could be out there now, running.

We have search parties and road checks for miles.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Music builds ]

[ Siren wailing in distance ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Door opens ]

CHRISTIAN: Nothing yet.

This is Detective Sergeant Emer Berry

from Ireland's Criminal Assets Bureau.

Why are CAB here? We're looking for my brother.

Yeah.

Well, CAB got the information that can help us do that.

Why did he come here, to you, Mrs. Melnick?

He wasn't making much sense.

He...

He said he was in danger

and it would be safer for him to talk to the police

and leave me out of it.

He was coked to the gills.

I thought it was mostly paranoia.

Did he give you any indication what he wanted to tell us?

No. I have no idea.

I'd like to ask you again.

Are you sure your brother didn't know Sana Retz?

He may have met her. I don't remember.

The last time Fionn was here was when?

Two months.

Sana was in my employment then,

but I-I don't remember them meeting.

He came to my office for lunch. Maybe then, but...

Why?

He owns the apartment where she was murdered.

What?

Wait. Fionn owned the apartment?

I thought it was this dealer.

Darren Reid fronted the purchase for your brother.

Wait. That's...

That's where the bomb was...

Fionn -- He wouldn't have any involvement in that.

No.

How often does he come to Antwerp?

A couple of times a year.

That's how often we see him.

It's not the same as how often he's here, I suppose.

You didn't know he'd acquired a property here?

No. He'd know I wouldn't be pleased.

Look, it doesn't surprise me that Fionn is on CAB's radar,

but this...

this sounds like what he was running from.

He was really scared. Please just find him.

CHRISTIAN: Well, that's what we're trying to do.

Thank you.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Indistinct talking on radio ]

[ Jet engines humming in distance ]

Do you think she's telling us everything?

Her employee at the apartment, her brother owns it.

She's been fully cooperating.

Background checks threw nothing up.

There is, however, a line of inquiry into him.

James Melnick's law firm represented a company

accused of shipping illegal chemicals to Syria.

Isopropanol, used in the production of sarin nerve gas.

And the company had no export license.

-[ Cellphone ringing ] -He lost the case

and appears to have had no contact with the company since.

That was seven or eight years ago.

Yeah?

[ Engine starts ]

Okay.

The plane to Tangiers just landed.

Four passengers, one pilot, one crew.

They're all females.

I want a fucking cigarette.

You smoke?

Well, I'm trying to quit.

Got a patch.

Yeah.

You're very calm.

I cheat.

I've got one over here as well.

[ Chuckles ]

Do you have a spare?

Sure do.

[ Exhales deeply ] Thank you.

I've got gum too.

So maybe Fionn Brannigan changed his mind.

-I wonder why. -I just don't want to hear

that more people have been blown up before we find him.

Yeah.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Engine starts ]

[ Insects chirping, dog barking in distance ]

[ Music continues ]

Been looking at that apartment on the news all week.

It's owned by your brother.

I mean, how -- how does he get himself mixed up

with people who blow people up?

You know what I don't get?

How does Sana fit into all this?

Huh? [ Chuckles ]

Pretty girl catches his eye, drugs --

He might be dead.

No.

No. He scrapes his way out of everything.

I'm sure he knows plenty of shady people

who could help him run.

Plus he knows the airport.

If he was okay, he'd have called me or Siobhan by now.

It's only been a few hours.

I should have made him come with me.

The state he was in.

No.

Hey. Hey.

He'll be back.

He'll be back to give us plenty more sleepless nights.

I'd take them.

[ Siren wailing ]

[ Music continues ]

[ Music continues ]

[ Lock beeps, door opens ]

What the fuck?

Hey!

[ Crowd shouting ]

[ Bells chime, woman speaking indistinctly on P.A. ]

[ Indistinct conversations, horns honking ]

[ Buzzer sounds ]

-Yes? -I have an appointment.

-I phoned earlier. -Yes. Please come in.

Thank you.

The Irish police again.

What? You fell out with your Belgian partner?

[ Chuckles softly ]

How would I verify if these come from the same source?

Read the accompanying paperwork.

They're from the same mine.

You can tell just like that?

Mm. Blue.

Both exposed to boron during formation.

Rare.

Expensive.

And they have the same-shaped atoms --

expressed in their outward shape.

Round now because the edges are worn, but look.

Twelve faces.

Mm.

Everything comes to the surface eventually.

To answer your question, it is highly unlikely

that two people in Ireland have these stones by coincidence.

Hang on. I didn't say --

You're not the first cop to ever come in here

to ask me about illegal diamonds.

It happens all the time.

Have you seen this man?

His name is Fionn Brannigan.

You, I remembered straight off. Him, I never saw.

Looking is what I do.

But I tell you, these are no good to him like this.

They have to be cut and polished.

And they can't without a Kimberley.

He needs someone disreputable to do that and certify them,

and your friend has beautiful laundered diamonds.

Someone like that is who I'd be looking for.

Where?

Anywhere in the world with an exploited workforce

or a system open to bribes -- China, Russia, India, Africa.

So anywhere?

Mm.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Vehicles passing, horn honks ]

Have you got anything on the Audi?

SEAN: CCTV footage was a complete washout.

No matches in either the guest list or the staff list.

Nothing.

And, Emer, you can see the car pull out onto the road,

then it literally disappears.

Nothing on the next camera in either direction.

We're probably chasing our tails here, but keep at it.

Will do.

Put Norah on.

She's not here yet.

Okay. I'll talk to you later.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

[ Birds crying ]

COLLETTE: Double-shot espresso.

[ Bell tolling in distance ]

Thought you might need it.

How are the boys?

Huge. I have to scold upwards.

[ Laughs ] Brian?

The way your team has been in the headlines lately,

you didn't bring me here to ask about my family.

I need to know everything Revenue has on Brannigan.

Mm. You know what we know. You've seen what's in the files.

Yeah, but what I really want is what isn'tin the files,

-what's in your head. -What makes you think --

You wouldn't stop digging on a scumbag that big.

He isscum.

Maybe posh scum with a tan on a yacht,

but every penny is diddled from the Irish taxpayer.

So real scum.

What can you tell me?

Without clearance?

-[ Laughs ] -[ Sighs ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

You think I don't know why I'm here, Norah?

Sorry.

Sorry, but I really want to get the little fucker.

The rules are the reason we didn't get the little fucker.

We're too bloody slow.

We had over a decade

to recover what him and his father hid from the state.

Revenue doesn't want the real figure out there,

but the Brannigans must have hidden 600 million.

Say 5% compound on that.

Makes 400 million, tax free.

Shit.

It's an obscene amount of money.

I've hardly had the time.

I just can't break through his books.

I really need a steer.

Okay.

Surat.

What?

Fionn Brannigan tried to put three properties

beyond our reach at the time his father topped himself.

We got two of them.

You wouldn't believe what we had to go through

in Moscow and in India --

not just twists and turns, but real threats

from Brannigan's newfound friends and partners.

But there was something in Surat, too, that we didn't get.

He was traveling in and out of there the whole time.

We don't know why.

You think that asset is still there?

Something is.

Surat.

That's where I'd be looking.

[ Music continues ]

[ Birds crying ]

[ Indistinct conversations, telephone ringing ]

-Any word? -JAMES: No.

You look exhausted, Bibi.

You really need to be here?

If I'm at work, I don't have to think.

What are you doing here?

I was on my way to meet a client.

Thought I would drop in.

You're not just doing admin, are you?

I saw your vans heading down to the docks as I drove in.

I was going to tell you last night, but...

Richard got the suspension lifted.

What?

You know him. He always has to fix things.

He has to know that they're broken first.

It's just until the hearing.

Wait. You went behind my back?

This is my area of the law,

and you would rather take his advice?

If I have to close until the hearing,

-I could lose half my business. -If you bend the rules, Bibi,

you could lose allyour business,

which is why I counseled you as I did.

You hired an illegal, okay? That isn't nothing.

These people could bring their full weight down on you

if they want to.

I know them,

and they're not gonna like you pulling their strings.

This could really backfire.

James. James! What should I do?

Ask my father.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Detective Sergeant Berry, please come take a look at this.

This, uh, this dark gray Volvo.

This is the road behind the airport,

the hangar where Fionn Brannigan was.

Nothing unusual.

Only the same car passes the exact same spot

nine minutes later but in the opposite direction.

But this is a no-through road,

so there's nowhere to go or come back from in that time.

So it stopped and had business.

Yes.

Nine minutes.

That's enough time for him to jump the fence

and that car to drive him away.

We picked it back up on the airport road,

and we have much better cameras there.

We have the license plate...

...and we have the address.

Okay. Let's go.

Oh. Chef.

Forensics are here.

Dr. Marianne Baert, head of forensics.

This is Detective Sergeant Emer Berry.

Hi. From Ireland. I've heard about you. Welcome.

Uh, Christian, we have managed to extract a sample of DNA

from the explosive device, and Interpol have a match.

-The bomber? -Yes.

But it doesn't make sense.

The match says he's Colombian.

-He's what? -The DNA from an explosion

is notoriously difficult to extract.

Any sample potentially contains DNA from 15 different people.

But yeah, we rechecked every step.

-Colombian, you say? -Mm-hmm.

Makes no sense at all.

It makes sense for him blessing himself.

Narcotic-funded terrorism.

And the cartels aren't exactly unknown here.

And drugs would link in with Darren Reid and Fionn Brannigan.

VINCE: Hold on.

I thought we were investigating an Islamic terrorist attack.

We're investigating a terrorist attack.

MARIANNE: Interpol have requested

the release of his particulars,

so the Colombian ambassador will be expecting you.

-Mm. -Okay. Let's go.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

So you've ruled out ISIS, then?

Yeah. Well, it doesn't smell right.

They haven't claimed it. We have no intel.

This cell just appeared out of nowhere.

So either these guys are dangerously good

or the men we hauled in

have absolutely nothing to do with it.

I'm keeping my options open.

[ Indistinct conversations, up-tempo music playing ]

[ Engine shuts off ]

[ Buzzer sounds ]

[ Music continues ]

-Chief Inspector de Jong? -Yeah. Detective Sergeant Berry.

Welcome.

My office has sent through everything you asked for.

Let me know if you need anything else -- maybe something to eat.

Okay. Bye.

Luis Eduardo Spinola. Born in Bogotá, 1978.

EMER: Parole denied.

Two counts of burglary, assault, four counts of armed robbery.

No drug-related offenses and no known drug affiliations.

This guy doesn't seem to have any connections to drugs at all.

Doesn't look right.

Because it's not.

It's not him.

"Se ahuerca." Hung himself.

Spinola can't be the Antwerp bomber.

He died in La Modelo prison four weeks ago.

This fucking case.

What are we even doing here?

There must be a mix-up.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

NEWSCASTER: Live in Antwerp this evening --

We spoke to members of the public voicing fears

that despite police questioning of four suspects

detained yesterday in the 2060 district,

no charges have yet been brought.

Chief Inspector Christian de Jong

of the counterterrorism unit has declined to comment.

And the predominant fear is that whoever is mounting

-this campaign is -- -[ Button clicks ]

Give me a minute.

I need a cigarette. [ Exhales deeply ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Don't do it.

[ Vehicles passing in distance ]

[ Cellphone ringing ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Siren wailing in distance ]

Same registration. They cloned the fucking plates.

Fuck.

[ Music continues ]

Not a single hit.

No leads to a hotel or a business park,

any commercial property.

Nothing.

No mention of Surat in any of his correspondence either.

[ Music continues ]

[ Indistinct conversations, telephone ringing ]

No one is taking our jobs.

That's what he wants you to believe.

Viktor Maes, a right-wing politician,

cynical, profiteering lowlife

using the bombings to stir up racial hatred for votes.

But they aretaking our jobs.

My wife, she's been looking for a job for eight months now.

Eight months, yeah?

Well, she's not gonna be too happy when you lose yours.

Dark gray Volvo, right reg,

sitting all night in a disused car park.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

NORAH: He took seven flights to Surat that year

and no attempts to hide them.

But I can't find any, no evidence,

of what he was doing there.

No sign of any high-yielding properties.

-No leads to -- -Hold on.

Seven trips to Surat, in India?

They cut diamonds big-time there.

If those raw diamonds were illegal --

EMER: "If"? We found some in the bottom of a monkey cage.

Norah, this sounds completely dodgy.

He was laundering.

We're looking for a place that cuts diamonds.

I'm on it.

[ Music continues ]

Do you know how many of those there are in Surat?

Most diamonds go through there.

Hey, Marianne.

Hi.

So...all this.

And whoever we're looking for was probably wearing gloves.

[ Sighs ] Jesus.

It's like someone tipped a bin into it.

That one over there.

-Are you kidding me? -No. It's DNA soup in here.

I mean, we have four different colors of hair already.

And that's just human hair.

And tissues, plastic cutlery, straws.

So no matches any time soon?

No.

Any sign of blood?

Minimal.

Consistent with minor cuts and scrapes.

And judging by the grade, yeah, it's mostly old.

Any signs of a struggle?

None.

Good.

And if he were dead, why take him?

All the roadblocks last night,

these guys would have had to switch cars.

Let's see if any cars were stolen from here.

Or they were met here.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

I'll spare you the agony, Christian.

The wires are all cut. Every one.

CHRISTIAN: Sure. Of course they are.

-Dead end? -Yeah.

Well, I'm giving Emer a fucking tour of them.

I'll expedite what I can here.

Are you still double-checking the DNA of the bomber?

Uh-huh.

Well, that wasn't our guy.

He died in a Colombian prison just under a month ago.

Okay. Uh, yes.

So we'll keep checking.

But this is very strange.

Come on.

Thank you, Marianne.

[ Music continues ]

NORAH: This is a needle in a haystack.

There are hundreds of diamond- polishing houses in Surat.

I still can't join the dots.

Well, Revenue, they couldn't find a connection in 10 years.

Do you really think we can now?

Not if we keep looking for it the same way they did.

We need to find a different way.

Antwerp.

The Revenue never had reason to look there.

It's only popped up recently.

And it's an obvious place for him to be getting raw diamonds

or moving them through to Surat.

Antwerp.

Okay. Let's start again. [ Claps hands ]

JOSH: Okay. Cool.

[ Music continues ]

[ Cellphone ringing ]

EMER: Yep, Sean. What is it?

SEAN: We found the Audi we thought Fionn Brannigan

maybe escaped in.

EMER: This sounds like bad news.

We didn't get it on any street CCTV

because it drove straight under the ground again,

into the shopping center next door.

It belongs to two teachers from Galway

who were having an affair.

Go, Galway.

So Siobhan was definitely lying.

If he didn't exit the car park, Sean,

the chances are he didn't enter.

The logical conclusion here

is that he was never in the Strand restaurant at all,

that you lost him en route.

So Siobhan Brannigan didn't go there

for someone to rescue her husband.

He was already gone.

She knew the document was there and went to get it.

Fionn was a regular, and he could have hidden...

Shit.

That's why she was in the...

Get a search warrant, Sean. Search the men's toilets.

See if there's anything else there.

Yes, boss.

Where are you headed?

I've gone through every hospital admission in the country,

but no luck, so maybe I'm scraping

the bottom of the barrel, but I'm heading south.

South?

Local P.D. called it in.

A guy out walking his dog found a body.

Bit of a mess. No ID.

And you think this might be Fionn Brannigan because?

Same height. Ish.

Found close to Charleroi, Caucasian, brown hair,

platinum wedding band, Louis Copeland suit.

Shit.

It's him.

-What? -Louis Copeland.

It's the suit of choice for the wealthy businessman in Ireland.

It's him.

Okay.

Tell them we're coming, Vince.

-I'm coming with you. -No, you're not.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Engine starts ]

[ Indistinct talking on radio ]

[ Indistinct conversations, bird cawing ]

CHRISTIAN: Okay.

How did you end up here?

So, do you think it's him?

EMER: It's him.

And here.

It's radiating everywhere.

That blood here...

...and over there --

You'd expect that would be in a straightforward trajectory,

but... [ Exhales deeply ]

[ Jet engines humming in distance ]

Oh, God.

CHRISTIAN: Fuck.

The plane that left for Charleroi last night

would have passed right over here.

We're about seven kilometers from the airport,

just about where the landing gear comes down.

Maybe he was trying to escape.

Or maybe there's a bullet in the back of his head.

Sorry. Could you just turn him over so slightly?

CHRISTIAN: Hard to tell if that's a bullet wound or not.

We'll have to wait for the forensics report.

EMER: Damn.

[ Birds chirping ]

A guy like that, Emer,

was always going to meet a bad ending.

I wanted answers from him.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

BIBI: [ Sobbing ]

[ Coughs, exhales deeply ]

[ Vomits, coughs ]

[ Liquid pouring ]

[ Sniffs, exhales deeply ]

[ Footsteps approaching ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Uh, I'm gonna have to call Siobhan and...

JAMES: I called. I called her.

What did she say?

Thank you for telling her.

I mean, what can you say?

I still need to call her.

What should I say?

JAMES: I don't know.

Just listen, I guess.

RICHARD: Here.

Dropped from a plane.

Do you think he was alive?

-No. -No, no.

Who would do something like that?

Here. It'll help.

No.

I've sent my plane for her.

-For Siobhan? -Mm-hmm.

She's coming tonight?

I thought I could do something that would help.

Um, the police need somebody to formally ID the body.

I said I would go.

We're not gonna be able to make arrangements yet, are we?

Not yet, no.

It's probably gonna be a couple of weeks before they release...

[ Sighs ] ...before they...

Look. I know somebody I could call --

No. We've got it.

Thank you.

BIBI: Oh, my God.

The children.

How do you tell your children something like that?

What if they ever see photographs?

I didn't even return his calls yesterday.

Bibi.

You've always been there for him.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

Always.

You did everything you could.

Yeah. It's me.

He couldn't have asked for a better sister than you.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

Yep.

MAN: Hey, Sean. You've got your warrant.

Someone's running it up to you now.

Thank you.

Search warrant's just been issued for the River restaurant.

JOSH: Brilliant.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Hey.

Red.

-What have you got, Norah? -Look.

I'm looking. What am I seeing?

Senne van Eyck?

NORAH: All these companies used him.

And here.

And here too.

This guy is everywhere. Aircraft insurance.

An insurance underwriter?

I was expecting a fixer or a dodgy lawyer.

It's like he's hiding in plain sight.

That's what makes him valuable to us.

Because Fionn overlooked him, he overused him.

Norah.

He was an underwriter on the hotel in Moscow, too --

the one Revenue recovered.

And the business park in Bulgaria.

This means there's a good chance

that Fionn Brannigan might have used him in Surat as well.

If we get to this Senne van Eyck's files,

find a company in Surat

he might have done business with, we might get to Fionn,

'cause the insurance will have required full disclosure.

[ Music continues ]

Uh, Christian?

You were right.

Your victim was on that plane.

Blood found in the left wheel well is a match.

Here. Gunshot to the head.

Okay.

Why, though?

Why not just leave him there in the hangar?

So we would waste all this time looking for him and not them.

Not a bomber.

Did they leave anything?

No. Only the bullets.

They're from a...Glock.

See?

Right here.

Same weapon that killed Darren Reid.

These guys have got to be someone's private little army --

someone with serious money, serious range.

Not ISIS.

They've got their own foot soldiers

but made to look like ISIS.

This case keeps going in too many directions.

You're not going to like this, then.

The DNA we extracted from the Antwerp bomb --

It does belong to the prisoner who died in Bogotá.

-CHRISTIAN: What? -MARIANNE: Yeah.

We reran the test with a fresh sample. It's him.

CHRISTIAN: How can he be dead on the other side of the world

and here in Antwerp?

He wasn't dead.

DNA doesn't lie.

Okay. Yeah. But how?

Someone faked his death and got him out of the prison.

Why would an escaped Colombian prisoner come over here

and blow himself up?

I don't know.

Someone might have been threatening his family

or offered a fee or... he had a debt to pay.

Any number of reasons.

He was doing life and denied parole.

He could have been persuaded.

And, Christian, the Brussels bomber --

He could be Colombian too.

So the Spinola guy died 11 days before the Antwerp bombing.

We need to find out if any other prisoners died

in the same sort of time frame before the Brussels bomb.

We need to go back to the Colombian embassy.

Okay. Let's go.

Thanks, Marianne.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

[ Indistinct talking on radio ]

[ Whistles ]

[ Dog barks, whines ]

[ Music continues ]

MAN: Just some coke.

So he did have a hidey-hole.

Shit.

Nothing else there.

[ Jet engines humming in distance ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Voice breaking ] I'm so sorry.

[ Exhales deeply ]

[ Engine starts ]

[ Engine starts ]

Thank you for waiting, Detectives.

All inmates who died in the last two months

in La Modelo prison -- what records there are.

They aren't exactly known for their record-keeping

at La Modelo.

Okay. Thank you.

-You're welcome. -Thank you.

[ Clears throat ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

This one.

No.

Blinded in a knife attack. No.

Autopsy pictures. Definitely dead.

Okay.

Wait a minute.

This guy.

EMER: A lifer.

Denied parole.

Died by suicide...

...11 days before the Brussels bomb.

It's him.

[ Beeping ]

CHRISTIAN: It's him.

EMER: Hector Hernandez.

Born in Soacha, 1976.

In and out of prison his whole life.

Stealing food escalating to armed robbery.

These poor bastards are just easy pickings for someone.

Christian.

Luca Rivera.

Denied parole.

Hung himself...

...one week ago.

He's on his way.

Or he's already here.