All language subtitles for Hidden Assets s01e01.eng

[ Water dripping ]

[ Soft thudding ]

[ Hand sliding ]

[ Doorbell buzzes ]

[ Doorbell buzzing ]

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Exhales ]

[ Exhales ]

[ Inhaler hisses ]

Alright, boss?

EMER:
Morning, all.

[ Engine starts ]

[ Tires screech ]

[ Engine shuts off ]

[ Police radio chatter ]

Main bathroom,
top of the stairs.

Master bedroom has an en suite.

So make sure you get to the top
before he starts flushing.

Got it!

[ Explosion ]

MAN:
Go, go, go!

Get down!
Get -- Get down!

Hands on your heads!
Stay down!

Don't move.

Kitchen clear!

Bathrooms clear!

-All clear!
-Clear!

NORAH:
Here we go.

[ Clears throat ]
That door cost four grand.

You're replacing it.

-DARREN: Fuck you!
-Keep her in the front room.

You're fucking paying for it.

Yeah?
And anything else you break.

Here, you, fuckface.

-MAN: Hand down.
-DARREN: Shut the fuck up.

MAN:
Alright. Take it easy.

SHARON:
Don't touch me!

DARREN:
You're hurting me.

My name is
Detective Sergeant Emer Berry.

I'm with
the Criminal Assets Bureau.

I want my fucking solicitor.

EMER: I have a warrant,
under Section 6

of the Criminal Justice Act
2006,

to execute a search of your
house, garage, and gardens.

We'll be seizing anything

we believe to be the proceeds
of crime

or anything purchased
with the proceeds of crime

and any evidence
that pertains to such.

Are you deaf?

I want to call
my fucking solicitor.

We'll be seizing all phones
and electronic devices,

so that'll have to wait.

Where's your fucking warrant?

EMER: This is the original copy,
if you'd like to take a look.

That's your copy.

We need you downstairs, Emer.

We found another suspect
hiding in the garage.

He's unarmed but aggressive

and refusing to take
any instructions from us.

Says he wants to speak
to the officer in charge.

So maybe if you'd have a word
with him, before we move in.

Okay.

[ Baby crying ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

I'm Detective Sergeant Berry.
I'm coming in.

So stay back from the door
and get down on the ground.

I'm an armed officer.
Get down on the ground!

[ Monkeys chattering ]

Jesus!

[ Laughter ]

I didn't know it was Bring
Your Kid to Work Day, John.

[ Exhales deeply ]

[ Baby babbling ]

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Uh, that's my car.

You can't take that.

I own that.
It's not Darren's.

[ Cellphone buzzes, chimes ]

[ Cellphone chimes ]

EMER: Josh?

This message app
just disappeared.

That shouldn't be happening.

-[ Cellphone chimes ]
-What the...

Someone's wiping this remotely.

-Can you see who it is?
-I don't think so.

-Try to block them.
-It won't let me shut it down.

Open up the call log
and hold it up.

-[ Camera shutter clicks ]
-Scroll down.

-[ Camera shutter clicks ]
-Again.

-[ Cellphone beeping ]
-JOSH: Oh, shit.

We're losing them.

See if there's any bank apps
or any diaries

-or anything useful.
-[ Cellphone chiming ]

JOSH: I think they're deleting
everything now.

Oh!

It's gone.
It's all gone.

MAN: Shh, shh, shh, shh.
Here. Here.

[ Whistles softly ]

Come on.
Here. Here. Go.

Shh, shh, shh.
Shh, shh, shh, shh.

[ Police radio chatter ]

[ Dog barking ]

-Shh, shh, shh, shh.
-Problem?

It got a scent from the cage.

EMER: You sure it's not
doggy/monkey issues?

Could be that.
Most definitely got a scent.

EMER:
Let's open it up.

Diamonds.

Unpolished.

[ Applause ]

[ Up-tempo music plays ]

[ Music continues in distance ]

[ Tires screech ]

[ Elevator beeps ]

[ Elevator beeps ]

[ Applause ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Music continues ]

[ Applause ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Applause ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Cheers and applause ]

[ Explosion ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

[ People coughing ]

[ Shouting continues ]

[ Beep ]

[ Gate whirs ]

[ Ship horn blows ]

[ Car alarm chirps ]

Captain Koshinen is
waiting upstairs for you.

Oh. Good.
Thank you.

[ Indistinct conversations,
telephone ringing in distance ]

Well, if the captain is here
there must be a problem.

Uh, no.

I brought you a gift.
I was in Cork.

I thought it might be nice
to bring you a --

a little taste of home.

Oh!
That's much too generous.

KOSHINEN: Uh, you take good care
of me, I take good care of you.

Well, thank you!

Is it too early for a nip?

-It never is.
-[ Chuckles ]

I saw your ship was in.
I was going to come and see you.

I saved you the trip, then.

I came in with a purser.

Well, seeing as you're here, I
wanted to double-check with you

what date you're returning.

-The 27th, I think.
-27th.

KOSHINEN:
I have the exact time in my log.

BIBI:
See you then.

[ Glasses clink ]

Cheers to you.

[ Ship horn blows ]

NATASHA: They haven't indicated
whether they're gonna

charge you with anything.

We won't know until they've
gone through all the evidence.

Some of the stuff they took,
I need it back.

Unless you can prove it was
something that was bought

with money legally earned,
it won't be returned.

Um, are they going to
fix the door, at least?

It was a reinforced door,
and they had a warrant

that allowed them entry
to this property.

They took all our phones.

I need your mobile
to make a call.

Sure. But there will be
an official record

of whoever you're
calling on my phone.

Fuck!

[ Engine shuts off ]

Thank you.

[ Keypad beeps ]

[ Indistinct conversations,
telephone ringing ]

EMER: Good morning!
What have we got?

The translator says
the documents from the cage

are in Flemish.

They're title deeds
to a property in Antwerp.

Do we have an address?

Apartment 4, Oostenstraat 53,
2018 Antwerpen.

That's outside our jurisdiction.

EMER:
Mmm. Fancy.

It's valued at 1.3 million.

Bought through
an Antwerp notary.

-No mortgage.
-When was this?

SEAN:
Little over a year ago.

Josh, when you went through
his bank accounts,

were there any unusually
large withdrawals?

Uh, nothing like that amount.

EMER: What about flights
to and from Belgium?

So he has luxury apartment
in Belgium

and, as far as we know,
didn't view it before buying

or visit afterwards.

That's odd.

And why Antwerp?

I can see someone
like Darren Reid

with a pad in Spain or Dubai,
but...Antwerp?

He's a drug dealer.

And Antwerp port is
a major hub for smuggling.

It's also known
for its diamonds.

And the two things
he tried hardest to hide

were the diamonds
and this apartment.

Let's see what we can find out
about the apartment.

See is it rented it out,
or is it for personal use?

If you want to pursue
the apartment,

we need to officially contact
the Belgian authorities.

They're going to be up to
their eyes with that bombing.

Then we wait.
We can't do anything

without Belgian cooperation.

Okay.

So where are we
with the diamonds?

I left a message
with a broker in Dublin.

I'm hoping they might be able
to give us a valuation.

It might be better if I just
take them to Antwerp.

The chances are they're
from there, too,

and there may be records.

You know you can't go near that
apartment while you're there?

Not our jurisdiction.

[ Insects chirping ]

-Hello.
-Hi.

Hey, my father called today

to remind me we were all meeting
on Thursday.

He was very, uh,

cloak and dagger
about the whole thing.

You know what that was about?

No.

What is he even doing
in Belgium?

You know it's not
a social visit.

I don't know.

Have you been watching the news
coverage of yesterday's bombing?

A little. It's awful.

They're trying to
identify a woman.

She worked for me.

JAMES: What?
Have you told the police?

No.

How come?

How many companies will want
to work with us

if they think we're linked
to a terrorist attack?

You're hardly
"linked to the attack."

Well, that's how it will
look like.

We have access to
the whole port.

Imagine how useful
that could be to a terrorist.

JAMES: I'll cancel
the restaurant.

We'll come up with a plan.

[ Sirens wailing ]

[ Doorbell buzzes ]

[ Doorbell buzzes ]

[ Doorbell buzzes ]

WOMAN: Hallo?

Do you speak English?

WOMAN: Yes, a little.

I'm here to see my friend
in apartment 2,

but I don't think
her intercom is working.

-[ Buzzing ]
-Thank you.

[ Door clangs ]

EMER: I speak English.

I speak English!

English.

I'm a police officer.

I'm a police officer
from Ireland.

[ Handcuffs click ]

Can you prove this?

My passport and my police ID
are in my bag, there.

[ Siren wails ]

[ Indistinct chatter ]

OFFICER: Follow me, please.

[ Police radio chatter ]

Our Embassy in Dublin contacted
your bosses to confirm

your story.

Hm.

I bet that went down well.

Yeah, well, uh, I made it clear
you actually had done us a favor

turning up like that.

I'm guessing this is
about the bombings?

I saw the apartment is a crime
scene, and this is CTU.

The man who owns the apartment,
what can you tell us about him?

Darren Reid. Irish drug dealer.

Lots of cash, flash cars,

and a pet monkey.

"Pet monkey", what is that?
Is that slang?

No. He owns pet monkeys.

Okay.

He came to our attention
when his bank tipped us off

about unusual
financial behavior.

-Mm-hmm.
-Large amounts were passing

through his accounts
that originated

from the Philippines.

As far as we know,
he bought the apartment

without even seeing it
and has never used it.

None of this is normal
for someone like Darren Reid.

I want to know what he's doing
and seize his assets.

And if we can help each other,
even better.

Okay. [ Clears throat ]

The suicide bomber who
carried out the attack

here in Antwerp, he stayed in
the apartment the night before.

-Shit.
-Yeah.

We believe this is where
he prepared for the bombing.

We also found the body
of a woman

who had been murdered
in the bathroom.

May have been his girlfriend
or a co-conspirator.

A neighbor disturbed a number
of men inside the apartment.

They had to leave in a hurry.

We had hoped they may return.

But you caught me instead?

Yeah.

This Darren Reid guy, does he
have any links to terrorism?

Not that I know of and certainly
not Islamic terrorist groups.

We're not sure
these terrorists are Islamic.

That's not what the news
is saying.

Yeah, well.

CCTV showed the bomber

making the sign of the cross
before detonating.

Your suspect, does --

is he aware that you know
about the apartment?

Yeah.

We found the deeds during a raid
on his house.

They were hidden
with a quantity of diamonds.

-Like this one?
-Yeah.

There was 47 of them like that.

That's the reason why I'm here.

To find out about the diamonds.

[ Door opens ]

Follow me, please.

Wait in here, please.

Thanks for doing this.

What time do you have
to be back at?

Uh, when I'll have a moment,
I'll help you with the diamonds.

Can I at least
have my phone back?

Sorry, that's being processed.

Well, what am I supposed
to do here?

Yeah, well, uh,
read a magazine.

I'll send someone over
with some coffee.

EMER: Thanks!

In the interest of
clarification,

are you here as a husband
or as your wife's lawyer?

Husband. I don't believe my wife
requires a lawyer.

She couldn't afford me anyway.

I believe you have information
about the woman

we're trying to identify.

BIBI: Her name is Sana Retz.

She worked for my company
for a short while.

When exactly was this?

BIBI: She started about
four months ago,

and stayed right up
until the other day.

What exactly does
your company do?

BIBI: We're ship chandlers.

We service the ships
in the port.

Anything they need --
food, cleaning supplies,

electronics,
and we provide it.

Sana worked in the warehouse.

Did she have family or friends?

Honestly, I -- I don't know.

Since we released that sketch
of her yesterday,

you're the only person
to have come forward.

That is strange if she was
living here and working.

I suspect Sana was an illegal.

So family or friends might be
reluctant to come forward.

And what makes you think
she was an illegal?

Well, she was only with us
for a short period,

but any time we asked
for her work permits,

she always had an excuse.

She either had forgotten
them or lost them or...

I had to have a word with her
about it last week.

When she didn't show up
for work,

I thought that was why until
I saw her picture on the news.

How is it you ended up
employing an illegal immigrant?

I remind you, Chief Inspector,
that my wife is here voluntarily

to help you
with your investigation.

You want to ask her
about anything else,

you can formally invite her
to be interviewed.

I'm only interested in catching
the people behind these attacks.

I saw Sana in a coffee shop
in town asking for work.

We got talking, I liked her,
and I offered her a job.

So you just offer this woman
you met in a coffee shop a job?

No, I told you, I spoke
with her first.

She told me she had traveled
from Syria with her family.

-She was Syrian?
-Yes.

Her father drowned when
the boat capsized

on the crossing from Turkey,
and after they were rescued,

her youngest brother was sent
to a different holding camp.

She'd been trying to trace him
for months.

And you believed all this?

If I met you and you told me
your life story,

should I suspect you of lying?

Or is that just immigrants?

You're Irish?

I was born and brought up
in Ireland,

but I have joint Irish Canadian
citizenship through marriage.

Do you know a man
called Darren Reid?

No. Why?

[ Shouting in Flemish ]

Fucks sake!

Does your company
deliver all over the port?

BIBI: Yeah.

So, uh, your employees,
they can access anywhere?

Well, the delivery drivers can,
but Sana only worked nights

here in the warehouse, so this
is all she had access to.

Carolyn, can you please
get Chief Inspector De Jong

the information
we have on Sana Retz

and help him
with anything else he needs.

Yes, Mevrouw Melnick.

I hope you don't mind,
but I have a call scheduled.

If we need anything else,
we'll let you know.

Yeah.

Um...

CHRISTIAN: Are you hungry?

Well, it's kind of
a local delicacy.

It's, uh...

yep, gray shrimp, uh...

We say "une croquette".

Basically a fancy fish finger.

You don't like it?

I would have liked it much more
two hours ago.

I'll finish it for you,
I'm as hungry as a horse.

That's true.

So, uh,
the Criminal Assets Bureau,

your department,
what is that exactly?

We target criminals and seize
anything they own

that we believe might be
the proceeds of crime --

houses, cars, cash, bank
accounts, watches, anything.

So you're like an accountant?

I'm a police detective.

Who investigates assets
and money?

I was in Serious Crime
until eight months ago.

And I know that CAB has greater
powers than any other unit

I've worked in.

We get the targets
and their money.

The accountant squad.

MAN: Passport, please.

Place your right
index finger on there

and look into that camera.

[ Beeping ]

If you have any dark secrets,
it will show up now.

Aren't they interested
in your secrets?

It's okay.
They already know all mine.

And there's no Kimberley.

It was seized from
a criminal in Ireland.

MAN: Mm, without
a Kimberley certificate

I cannot tell you
where it came from.

But if I had to guess,
I'd probably say Angola.

And how much is it worth?

MAN: Mm.

Colors are a good G.

Clarity is excellent,

and there are some inclusions
which I like.

I'd say they're round
G 4.18 VVS.

How many did you say there are?

47.

47.

Well, if they're all like this,
I would say they are worth about

600,000, maybe more.

Thank you.

If diamonds didn't exist,
criminals would invent them.

So easy to hide and transport.

And turn them into cash
without a paper trail.

The perfect currency
for crime and terrorists.

Your guy had a bag
full of diamonds,

and his apartment was used
by my terrorist.

We need to question him.

I'm sure that could be arranged.

Getting permission
to interview a suspect

in another jurisdiction
takes more time than I have.

Well, perhaps I could
interview him,

and you can come observe.

Even suggest the line
of questioning?

That would be very helpful.

When you were investigating
this Darren Reid,

did the name Bibi Melnick
ever come up?

No. Why?

[ Cellphone rings ]

One second.

Ja? Christian.

Okay.

Uh, I have to go.

You can make your own way
to the airport, right?

Yeah. Right.

[ Loud thud ]

-Clear!
-Clear!

Fuck!

All clear.

EMER: Norah, call Judge Martin's
registrar and notify her

that we'll be making
an emergency application

to her first thing
in the morning.

Yeah. Now.

It's only 9:30.
She's hardly in bed already.

I'll do up the application
when I get home.

Just get us on her list,
will you?

[ Car alarm chirps ]

Oh, shit!

Customer number is
3-6-3-3-2-6.

I've got a flat tire, and I'm
in the airport car park.

Seriously. How long?

Is he walking here?

[ Sighs ]

[ Cellphone chimes ]

[ Airplane engine whirring ]

[ Exhales deeply ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Clangs ]

[ Groans ]

[ Door opens ]

Seeing that I was woken for
this, it better be good.

We are seeking an order
under Section 67,

sub-section 4 of the
Criminal Justice Act 2010,

pertaining to Money Laundering
and Terrorist Financing,

to compel the telecoms companies
listed in Appendix 1,

to provide us with
the personal details

of all the account holders

of all the numbers
listed in Appendix 2.

We believe the discovery
of the deeds

to a property in Antwerp
and diamonds concealed at

Mr. Reid's house
are significant.

These print outs in Appendix 4
are what exactly?

They're copies of photos
of the phone log taken on

Mr. Reid's phone.

It was being wiped remotely
when we were seizing it.

This was our only way
of recording the numbers.

Hm.

You state that the apartment
in Antwerp owned by Mr. Reid

was being used
for terrorist activities,

but I don't see any evidence
to support this claim.

It was where the terrorist

that carried out
the Antwerp bombing was staying.

The Belgian police found
the body of a woman there.

I could seek official
confirmation from Antwerp,

but it is imperative that
this investigation

is not delayed while we wait.

There's an officer coming from

the Belgian Counter Terrorist
Unit tomorrow

to observe
our questioning of Reid.

SEAN: So I open the app, you
know, to do the exercises,

like every other day,

and Aoife says she doesn't
believe in mindfulness.

And I say, "Mindfulness isn't
like the Tooth Fairy or UFOs,

it exists,
how can you not believe in it?"

And she says she thinks
mindfulness is evil.

That escalated quickly.

Her theory is that mindfulness
perpetuates the idea

that all our problems
are "within ourselves"

and can be fixed with a few
minutes of meditation every day,

which distracts us
from the truth,

which is that the world we're
living in is the real problem

and we're being screwed over
by corporations

and governments all the time.

Fuck!

She might have a point.

That's what I thought.

Now that's all I can think of
when I'm doing my exercises.

She's ruined mindfulness for me.

[ Laughs ]

I wouldn't mind,
but the app cost me 15.99.

[ Laughs ]

Oh, here we go.

Nice car.

It's a rental.
I have the contracts.

EMER: Relax, we're only here
to tell you

we'd like to interview you
about issues

arising from the search
of your property.

Ideally we'd like you to present
to the station voluntarily.

Or, if not, we can issue
a warrant for your arrest.

Up to you.

When?

Tomorrow morning, 10:00 a.m.

I'd also like to inform you
that a Belgian police officer

will be observing the interview.

What for?

The apartment you own in Antwerp
is under their jurisdiction.

But what's this got to do
with them?

It's not an offense
to own an apartment.

We'll discuss all that
at the interview, shall we?

You see his face
when you mentioned Belgium?

Yep.

More scared than guilty I'd say.

Definitely.

[ Engine starts ]

[ Engine starts ]

[ Indistinct chatter ]

It's me. I need to see you.

[ Sighs ] That's too late.

CAB are hauling me
in tomorrow about it.

They're all over the apartment.

No, I won't fucking calm down.

It's not your name that is
on the fucking title deeds.

This is not what
I fucking signed up for.

And I'll tell you this now.

I'm not taking the rap
for anyone.

That clear?

[ Knock on door ]

What is it?

The port authority just called.

They want you to remain here,

as they're sending
over an officer

from their Department of
Security to interview you.

This is because of what's
in the papers?

Yeah.

Reid's late.

Only a few minutes.

Norah, call his solicitor
and see if he's coming.

NORAH: Right.

EMER: Tell her if she can't
verify his whereabouts,

we'll assume he's absconded
and issue an arrest warrant.

Notify the airports
and ferries immediately.

It's going straight
to voice mail.

Will I get an arrest warrant?

[ Car horn honks ]

Hang on.

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

It's him.

[ Motorcycle engine revving ]

[ Panting ]

Ah!

[ Gunshots ]

[ Gunshots ]

[ Police radio chatter ]

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