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We have to track down Dardis.

Did your husband ever mention Goliath?

He was an assassin.

Pat Keenan is dead, so Goliath is dead.

- Where are we going?
- Another safe house.

I know where the gold is.

[GUN FIRES]

The gold belonged to Goliath.

The man's dead, Niamh. End of story.

Who stole it?

A criminal organisation called the
Savage Family are responsible.

- What are you doing here?
- I'm the guy who owns the gold.

It's footage from the neighbour's
doorbell camera.

[KNOCKING]

What are you doing here, Birdy?

Did you kill Rob Dardis?

Are you going to kill me?

- I'm arresting you for...
- Birdy, turn that off.

It's your gun, Tom...

..and it's got your DNA all over it.

Birdy wasn't the first.

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

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

It's the rifle that killed Colin.

Where's he?

I don't know.

That has to be the weapon Dardis used.

What?

Birdy's car has been located, sir.

- No!
- Niamh, no, no, no!

He might still be alive.

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

Where's my gold?

I don't have it.

No more time.

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

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

Why didn't you tell me?

I need you to swear to me that you
will find Birdy.

You think he was onto something?

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

He loves you and you will find him.

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

and I'll kill them.

Where is it? The gun, the gold.

I will do whatever you want.

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

Well, he has a daughter.

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There is a farm attached to our
property. We own the land.

You're looking for an old stone barn
with a red tin roof.

Do we really have to do this?

If we don't, we lose the house.

Congratulations.

I thought your offer would be accepted.

No doubt yous'll want to go out and
celebrate.

OK, so, the house will be in your
name, Isabelle, is that right?

Izzy.

Grand.

If you can just sign here and here,
confirm the agreed price,

and we can get that over to the
solicitors.

Thanking you.

Oh, I didn't own my own house, until
I was well into my '30s.

Thank God for the Bank of Daddy, eh?

Sorry...

..do you need me for anything else?

No.

No, I can do the rest with your dad.

Sorry, did I say something?

No, no, I'm sorry. She's not feeling
quite right.

Poor wee thing. Today of all days.

- Oh, sod's law, eh?
- Mm-hm.

Right, so, you're paying for this
with a mortgage

and an authorised overdraft,

- is that right?
- That's correct.

Grand.

Oh.

There's quite hefty interest
payments on this overdraft here.

I'll be grand.

I'm, um...

I'm coming into some money.

Right.

I'm sorry you had to go through
that but...

..we can't stand still.

I don't want you to kill anyone.

What?

I've been thinking about what you said,

about what you'd do to somebody
that... that would hurt Birdy,

and I don't want that.

And I know that you have a gun and I
know that you've used it before,

but it shouldn't be easy.

- Izzy...
- I know that you would do it for me.

I know that.

And I don't want you to.

- Will we go?
- Birdy wouldn't either.

There's not a violent bone in that
boy's body.

I know.

I mean, what's he even doing in the
police?

- Is that what do you think of me?
- Oh, my God, you know what I mean.

Listen, the job is confrontational,

you know, and we might see the worst
in people...

..but, believe me that...

..it's people like Birdy,

like Niamh, Jackie even...

..me...

..we're just trying to make things
better.

He's a natural investigator.

That's why he's in the police.

He's very good at it.

I'll tell him you said that.

Izzy.

I love you.

Where are you going, now?

Back to work.

That you done for the day, Noel?

Pubs aren't open for another couple
of hours.

I... I have to head to a meeting.

Well, let's you and me have a wee
talk first.

Did you give Olivia Foyle her
husband's will?

Aye.

I wasn't aware that probate had been
granted.

No, well, it hasn't, yet.

All right, But Colin Foyle's
children agreed to it?

Aye.

I wouldn't have expected that.

Still, I'll... I'll give them a wee
call, iron this out.

No, you don't need to do that.

Why would that be?

They don't know.

So, how did she get you to break the
law?

Listen, anything for an easy life,
you know.

She's some piece of work. I just
wanted to get them off my case.

- Them?
- What?

Who's "them"?

- No, I... I didn't mean that.
- Yes, you did.

This... this is what it looks like.

Are you happy for us to put it out?

You think it'll do any good?

Honestly?

No.

But we're not left with many options.

Tom.

Did you go and see Noel Timoney?

I did. He confirmed the will. It's
genuine.

Aye, but do we trust him?

The man's been Colin Foyle's
solicitor for over a decade.

- He has to have known what was going on.
- I agree.

He said Olivia Foyle came to him to
ask him to provide the will

but he seemed to suggest that she
wasn't on her own.

What?

It could've been a simple slip

but he used the word "them" instead
of "her".

So, she took AJ Boyd with her?

I asked that and I checked on Boyd's
movements at the time.

He was in court.

I also asked about Robert Dardis,

but Timoney insisted that it was a
slip of the tongue.

He went to great lengths to stress
it was just her.

Sounds like a man trying
to cover up a mistake.

Mm.

I've made sure we've got a
copy of the will. I'll go through it.

OK.

What are you doing, now?

I'm headed to Birdy's house.

We're conducting a search of the
property as a precaution.

Grand.

I'll pay a visit to Mrs Foyle.

Maybe she'll reveal who her friend is.

She trusts you that much?

Oh, he has ways of making her talk.

Birdy didn't have a laptop or hard
drive here, no?

Haven't seen one, Sarge.

All right?

- Can I help you?
- Yes, you can.

[PIANO MUSIC PLAYS]

Where's my gold?

I don't have it, yet.

He hasn't brought it to me.

He can't get away from work.

I thought he was at your beck and call.

He is, but he's being careful.

I appreciate careful...

..but I have no time for caution.

And the reason he can't get away
from his work,

would it have anything to do with
you shooting one of his boys?

The only reason you're not already dead

is because I prefer no-one knows I'm
here

- but that can change.
- I'll get you your gold.

Mm.

What do you plan to do with him?

People who don't get what they're
promised are seldom reasonable.

- I'll think of something.
- I'm afraid that won't cut it.

You see, I'd rather not have to
worry about an angry Irish cop.

- 439, Broomfield Avenue, Brooklyn.
- What?

That's where your son lives, right?

My associates say he's a very good chef.

And usually, they would not be the
kind of guys that would go for...

What's that called?

Fusion food?

Please.

They're more meat and potatoes, if
you know what I mean.

Salty.

But they're going there for lunch
again today, so...

Leave him out of this.

There's nothing to worry about, Olivia.

We've got each other's backs, don't we?

There's no loyalty like
incentivised loyalty.

I think you have the wrong table.

Who are you?

Not your date, clearly.

How do you know Olivia Foyle?

Let's start again, shall we?

"Hi. Do you mind if I sit down?"

"Not at all. Make yourself comfortable."

"Thank you. That's kind. My name is..."

DCI Tom Brannick.

Pleasure to meet you, Tom.

Your ears must have been burning.

My name is Ryan Savage.

Savage.

You're here from America.

Is it that obvious?
Man, I thought I was blending in.

And you're controlling Olivia Foyle.

Are you one of these detectives that
does all their thinking out loud?

You've come for the gold.

Yes, I have. Have you brought it for me?

What?

You have it. Where is it?

Says who?

Do you have it or not?

Not here.

Answer me this, Tom. Are you and
the widow planning something?

Like what?

Do you still believe you can divide
the gold between you?

Because it's not yours to divide.

Does she have an agreement with you?

I'm not the only one who doesn't
trust her, then.

Mmm. What's your agreement?

Oh, we don't have one.

She just understands what's at stake.

And what's that?

The usual, life, limbs,

and ze pursuit of a penis.

Nah, I'm just kidding, of course.

Nothing going on between her and I.

You, on the other hand.

She's wild, isn't she?

She's the kind of woman that would
use the shards of your broken heart

to cut your throat.

I like her.

Are you the jealous type, Tom?

Is that why you followed her here?

I just like to know who I'm...

..I'm really dealing with.

Oh, we don't have a deal.

I'll tell you what to do,

and you'll do it. The same as Mrs Foyle.

- Is that right?
- It is.

Because you're a dirty cop.

And the last thing you want is for
people to find that out,

so, you see, that puts me in an
advantageous position.

I have the high ground.

It makes you a clearer target.

Right.

I had hoped to stay in
the background, unseen,

but now that you've announced
yourself like this,

you should be in little doubt that
were things not to go my way,

I will ruin your life, possibly with
death, whichever's more convenient.

Now, this latest turn of events

means I need to, um, move a little
faster, shall we say?

So, how about you bring me
my gold tomorrow?

I'm not bringing it here.

Somewhere more private.
No chance of being interrupted.

Just the two of us.

You, me, and the widow makes three.

Then we can talk through
any misunderstandings.

There you go.

Oh, tell me, do you give
the leftover food to the pigs?

Because there's one right here
that doesn't look so good.

[HE CHUCKLES]

[CARD MACHINE BEEPS]

[MACHINE BEEPS, WHIRS]

That's all gone through for you
there, Mr Brooks.

Thank you very much.

No, thank you.

How exciting.

I've had Boston cops in my
pocket before.

Never a small-town Irish one.

Maybe you can be my lucky charm.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because I thought I could handle him
on my own.

That's why you took my gun?
To kill Savage and frame me?

No, I took that to protect myself.

He is under the impression that
I have his gold.

- Yeah, because I needed more time.
- Time for what?

To figure out what the hell
to do with him.

So you put me in the crosshairs?

Oh, Tom, he's already after both of us.

I could have told him the truth.

But you didn't.

Because you know neither of us get
the gold if he gets what he wants.

[SHE SIGHS]

Is he travelling alone?

I believe so, yeah.

Why?

I want half the gold.
I want you to agree to that.

I'm agreeing to nothing
without knowing your intentions.

I'll frame him for Birdy's murder.

He'll get tried or extradited,

and we'll be free to split the gold.

How will you do that?

Half. Say it.

- Course.
- Olivia!

If you can do that, I will give you
half the gold. It's a deal.

I need the pistol you used
to kill Birdy.

- Nuh-uh.
- Do you want rid of him or not?

- I do.
- Well, then, the pistol.

No.

Not until I know you've got
a good enough plan.

[PHONE BUZZES]

Yes?

Your cop was following you.

I've just found that out.

I don't like that.

Then kill him.

[CALL ENDED TONE]

- Just through here.
- Yeah.

All right. Just wait here a moment, OK?

Aye, no bother. On you go.

So is there a reward or something?

No.

Are you sure?

Er, we don't give money
for information from the public.

What about £100?

Did you not hear what I just said?

But I'm skint.

You're an untested source
with uncorroborated information.

I... I don't know what that means.

You're a firefighter.
You think, we, have money?

Either you want to hear what I have
to say about this fella

or you don't.

£40?

Aye, that'll do.

Are you sure it was him?

- Oh, aye.
- I never forget a face.

Explain what happened.

I was driving home from work.

It was maybe 11:30 at night.

I stopped at the traffic lights
and a car pulls up beside me.

I look over, as you do,

and I see this fella looking back at me.

And he looked really concerned,
like dead serious.

And I recognised him.

You recognised him from where?

Er, I go clubbing with my friends.

- We go to this one place, Angels.
- It's in the town.

And we used to go every Thursday night.

It was like a pound a shot.

And this fella worked the doors.

He's probably the only bouncer
who wasn't a complete smick.

He even tried it on with our
Jeannie, so he did.

And did he recognise you
at the traffic lights?

Um... no, I don't think so.

I smiled, like, but he was away
with the fairies.

Was he driving?

No, he was on the passenger side.

Did you see who was driving?

Am I going to see that £40?

We've had about a dozen reported
sightings of him around the country,

but this feels like
the first credible lead.

She brought up the club he works
at without prompting.

Did she remember anything useful?

She didn't see the driver.

She doesn't remember anything
specific about the car,

- just that it was big and dark.
- Mm-hm.

So £40 well spent.

Well, she does remember
the road she was on

and the junction she was at where
she saw him.

Any camera footage to back that up?

I've requested it, aye.

Hmm. Tom!

Any luck with Olivia Foyle?

I didn't get to talk to her.

I tailed her as she left her house.
She was driving her own car.

She has a driving ban.

Well, I wasn't going to pick her up
on a traffic offence,

not when she looked to be making a move.

And was she?

It's hard to say.

I followed her to the Glencorrie Hotel.

She was in there 20 minutes,
and then she drove home.

Well, let's get a list of everyone
staying at that hotel.

- Sir.
- Sir.

Did you find anything at Birdy's?

No.

We do have an eyewitness who saw Dardis

the night he went missing
from the safe house.

Are you sure?

I think so.
I've yet to confirm on any cameras.

Who's the witness?

Sadie McIntyre.

Where did she see him?

The Dunfolan Road.
He was the passenger in a car.

Could she ID the driver?

No.

Hello, this is DCI Brannick
for the ANPR team, please.

Hello, who's that?

[INAUDIBLE]

Hi there, Sergeant. This is
DCI Brannick down at Dunfolan.

Aye. Um, you've had a request
for any traffic camera footage

from the Dunfolan Road on
the night of February 13th?

That's right.

Er, it's part of another investigation,

so you need to make sure you send
all the findings

to me only, please, as the SIO.

Indeed. Thank you.

[HE PANTS]

[PHONE RINGS]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

My doorbell works, you know.
You don't have to call me.

Oh.

Find anyone of interest?

None that I can see.

The hotel says this is everyone.

Maybe check them against Colin
Foyle's client list, just in case.

Aye.

What have you got?

It's the wording of Colin Foyle's will.

It talks about the house, of course,

but says it was bought in two lots.

The land around it was sold
separately from the house itself.

Look at this.

125 acres?

Jesus.

Why didn't we know about that before?

It was on a long
lease to a local farmer.

It's only just become available again.

So it's not currently being used?

No.

You think there's buildings there we
haven't searched?

Well, you'd have to think it wouldn't
be short on places to hide gold.

I'll get the land information
from the agent who sold it.

We can look at satellite imagery.

Great.

What are you doing here?

It's Ryan Savage.

[VOICE BREAKS]:, He's got your daughter.

No.

- He just called and told me.
- How did he know about her?

Well, I don't know.

- You're lying.
- No, I swear.

It's the same with my son.

He just has this way of finding out.

I'm so sorry, Tom.

Do you have the gold?

- Yes.
- Do you have the pistol?

- Yeah., Show me.
- OK.

- Let's take it inside.
- Why?

Change of plan.

I'm going to need that pistol
off you now.

You're not going to plant
the gun on him now, are you?

No.

Well, whatever you're thinking,
he's got your daughter.

He's going to be ready for you.

There's no way you're getting near
him with a gun.

I'm a police officer.
I'm supposed to be armed.

Yeah, and he knows that.
And he'll make you get rid of it.

So I've come up with something else.

And what is that?

Are you telling me the truth,
Olivia? Are we in this together?

This isn't about you and me, Tom.
This is about the gold.

Judith, where's the DCI?

I haven't seen him yet, Sarge.

_

_

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Yeah?

Sir.

The DCI put me on to something
in the Foyle will.

Colin Foyle owned more farmland
around the house than we knew about.

I just found a barn on it that we
haven't searched yet.

You think there could be something
out there?

I think it's worth applying
for a further warrant.

[GULLS CALL]

Nearly there.

[MUFFLED SPEECH]

And I wanted to make sure you're
still alive,

which is good that you are.

Deep breaths.

In through the nose
and out through the nose.

Your dad's a dirty cop. You know that?

He's been sleeping with this woman.

Not step-mother material, I'm afraid.

She killed one of his officers.

[SHE MOANS]

And together, they've been trying

to divest her dead husband
of some gold. My gold.

And now you and I are going to
collect it.

You see?

[MUFFLED SOBS]

I know.

We grow up thinking our fathers
are giants,

and then it's just one hidden secret,

one pathetic excuse away
from them shrinking to nothing.

I'm telling you the truth.

Come on, don't tell me he hasn't
been dreaming big recently.

Spending money he doesn't have?

There it is.

[SHE GRUNTS, SOBS]

Today's going to be tough
for you, sweetheart.

[PHONE CHIMES]

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

Hi, this is Tom Brannick. Leave
a message and I'll get back to you.

Belfast have just come through
with a missing person's case.

Someone we apparently spoke to last
week, a Davy Sinclair.

His housemates say he's gone for 48
hours, no sign of him anywhere.

He's the one who connected
Rob Dardis to Olivia Foyle.

Works at Angels nightclub.

I see.

Right, let's get her in.

[SEA BIRDS CALL]

[RATTLE]

Sir, uniform went to the Foyle house,

but they said there was no-one there.

I've spoken to AJ Boyd, but he said
he hasn't heard from her either.

Where's Tom?

I still don't know, sir.

Get a search on his phone and his radio.

[PHONE RINGS]

Yeah?

Oh, Niamh?

Great, thanks.

The warrant has come through

to search the barn on the Foyle
property. I'll come with you.

Could you get a search on
DCI Brannick's phone and radio?

Right, let's go.

No-one here.

Not the time of year for a holiday.

Tom.

Olivia. Tom.

Where's my daughter?

[MUFFLED WHIMPER]

Nuh-uh, stay back.

Ditch the gun.

Slowly.

Now put it on the ground
in front of you.

Kick it away.

[SHE EXHALES]

My people don't hear from me
in 20 minutes, your son dies.

- You motherfu...
- Olivia.

Where's the gold?

It's in the car. I'll show you.

No, you won't. Go get it.

I need your word
you won't harm my daughter.

You give me my gold, I give her to you.

Your word.

My word's not worth shit, Tom.
You should know that.

I won't ask again.

[SHE WHIMPERS]

No.

Come on, Tom.

[HE BREATHES RAPIDLY]

Hey. Let's give the man his gold,

get your daughter, and save my son, OK?

Yeah. Yeah. Hold on, hold on.

Olivia Foyle met with a guest
at the Glencorrie Hotel.

He checked out this morning.
An American.

I think he's here for the gold.

Sergeant, yeah, I'm still here.

We have to treat this man as
a suspect in the disappearance

of DC William Bird.

There. You have your gold.

Open the bags.

This one first.

Show me.

What were you expecting, Ryan?

Now give me my daughter.

The others.

She's all yours.

Come here, love.

Come here.

[GUNSHOT]

No!

[IZZY GASPS]

No. My son.

My son. My son. My son!

Argh, come on!

How do I disarm the bags?

[IZZY BREATHES SHAKILY]

There.

- Oh, Christ.
- Oh, Birdy.

I am so sorry, young man.

She fucking left him for the rats.

[SHE INHALES DEEPLY]

That's it.

[GUNSHOT]

Olivia, don't do this.

[HE GRUNTS]

I don't need you any more, Tom.

Ryan's gone. My name is cleared.

And alive you'll only
come looking for me.

Don't.

[GUNSHOT]

NO!

Izzy.

Izzy!

[IZZY PANTS]

DCI Brannick's desk?

It's there.

No, the other one.

Thanks.

[HE GRUNTS, MOANS]

Izzy.

You knew Birdy was dead.

Were you there?

Were you?

[HE GRUNTS]

Yes.

And did you help her do it?

No. No, I...

I was sat beside him.

I was talking to him.

But you and her are close?

She was going to kill me.

- Who are you?
- What?

I don't know you.

Yes, you do.

It's me, Izzy. It's me.

Hi, this is Tom Brannick. Leave
a message and I'll get back to you.

[SHE SIGHS]

This...

..all of this, the reason we're
here like this...

..it's about the gold.
It's for you, Izzy.

It's yours. Take it.

It's yours.

I don't want it.

- You have to.
- No.

I don't want that.

But I protected it
all this time for you.

You've killed someone now.

What are you going to do about that?

[HE MOUTHS]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

[STIFLED SOB]

I can take the blame.

[HE MUMBLES]

I...

I'll take the blame.

But please...

..please take the gold.

No.

Here. Tell them I did it all.

Tell them what I've done,
that it was all me.

Fuck.

VOICE BREAKS: Tell them who I am.

[FROM RADIO]:, Sierra Romeo 4-5
from Uniform, over.

Showing you a live location
for DCI Tom Brannick, over.

Sierra Romeo 4-5, do you read me, over?

Go ahead.

DCI Brannick's phone is transmitting
from St John's Point Lighthouse,

7.3 miles south-east
of your current location.

Closest available units are six
that is six minutes away.

Do you require Uniform assistance, over?

Sierra Romeo 4-5, should units
approach DCI Brannick, over?

We can put the gold in the car.

You can be gone
before they get here, huh?

[HE GRUNTS]

I love you, Izzy.

I did it all for you.

Just tell them.

Tell them everything.

[HE SOBS]

Izzy.