All language subtitles for Hidden.Assets.S01E03.720p.AMZN.WEBRip.x264-GalaxyTV__

The commissioner wants you
and your team to assist

Christian's anti-terrorist
department on this.

If we mess up this case now,
Gately will shut us down

and pack us all back to Dublin.

We believe there's another bomb
already in Antwerp,

which means the next attack
is imminent.

Viktor Maes' National Reform
Party issued a statement.

Viktor Maes and his party
are racists.

Oh!

James!

It's fucking talcum powder.

I'm not taking the rap
for anyone. That clear?

Aah!

Bibi Melnick, the woman
you asked me to check.

Her brother's number was found
on Darren Reid's phone.

Fionn always finds a way of
dragging me back into his shit.

Do I need my lawyer here?

I would put him on notice.
You're not a fan of his.

Pardon my French,
but from what I heard,

he's a sneaky little prick.

Sometimes Darren
would pay me to use the phone.

That's
Fionn Brannigan's mobile.

Get us a search and seize.

-We have him.
-On it.

* Ave Maria *

* Gratia plena *

* Maria, gratia plena *

* Maria, gratia plena *

Let's go, boys and girls.
Everything on the computers.

-Copies of everything.
-* Ave, ave, dominus *

* Dominus tecum *

* Benedicta tu in mulieribus *

* Et benedictus *

* Et benedictus
fructus ventris *

* Ventris tui, Jesus *

* Ave Maria *

Right.

Let's get Brannigan's assistant
in here.

May God almighty bless you.

The Father, the Son,
and the Holy Spirit.

-Amen.
-Amen.

Play nicely, and no one
need be the wiser.

This is my daughter's
First Holy Communion Mass.

And you're a flight risk,
so no time to stand on ceremony.

Rubber-stamped by the judge
who just issued the warrant.

Sorry. What is this?
What's happening?

This is a Criminal Assets
Bureau search, Mrs. Brannigan.

So if you'd like
to step out here.

What, now?

You have got to be joking.

Would you rather we do it here?

You better have a good reason
for doing this.

Come on. Come on.

It's okay.

We'll be at the restaurant
in no time. All right?

Everyone place
their mobile phones in the tray.

No need to touch them.

The kids, too.

Okay, no problem,
but leave the kids out of it.

All the phones.

It's okay.

Daddy'll buy you a better one.

Your watch, too.

-Sorry.
-Ah, don't touch it.

-I was only --
-In the tray,

where we can see it.

Your car keys, too.

Thank you.

Only the one phone?

No doubt you won't take
my word for it.

Mrs. Brannigan, you can take
the children outside now.

-No. I want --
-Siobhan, they've seen enough.

Go on to the restaurant.

This shouldn't take long.

Okay, come on, guys.
Let's go.

-Well done today.
-Come on.

Your warrant.

What I want is my solicitor.

He's a bit busy right now.

He's being searched, as well.

"To seize and retain
any material with your name on

which the officer believes
to be evidence of assets

or proceeds deriving
from criminal activities."

This also covers your house,
your office,

all your financial records.

All being searched as we speak.

Your every recess.

The taxman's never out of them.

There's nothing there.

Something not right here.

Get the torch.
Open it up.

Hope there's no Semtex
in the back.

Hey, John.

Good to see you.

Mia.

A very special day.

Congratulations.
Yeah.

I dread to think
where that came from.

We got him.

Darren Reid's call from
Crossroads Tavern's on his log.

1:35.

Ask and you shall receive.

Yeah.

You said
you weren't going in today.

Oh...

I can't just drop everything.

Let's give it a couple days...

till we can be sure
that this nutcase

doesn't have
any more plans for us.

He'll be posting his talc
to someone else today, James.

He's a crank.

The Pegasus is docking today,
so...I have to be there.

I think we need
to talk about security.

What? No.

Thanks to my father and his
brilliant advice, this guy...

knows where we live,
where you work.

-Arthur.
-No, James, please.

-I grew up like that.
-Yeah, me too.

Men in earpieces
making everyone edgy.

I don't want that for him.

There's a lot
I don't want for him.

Okay. Look. I'll...

-I'll think about it.
-Okay.

Is that your dress
for the fundraiser?

Mm-hmm.

Mm...

The Children's Hospital
thanks you.

How long do you think
is left to this movie?

It seems like a long one.

Nice try.

I have to go to work.

Try not to call anybody
any names today.

Bye, sweetie.

Holy shit!

Hey-hey-hey!

He is neck deep in this.

The apartment used to build
the Antwerp bomb

is "owned" by his drug dealer,
and the woman murdered in it

is an employee of his sister,
Sana Retz.

Darren Reid called him
when he found out

that the Belgian police
wanted to talk to him

and then ends up executed
by the same men

that the Belgian CTU believe

could be the same men
that executed Sana Retz.

That is four connections
between Fionn Brannigan

and the terrorist attack.

You still can't link him
directly.

And you'll have to let him go
if you don't come up

with something more solid.

Thanks, Josh.

And there he finally is.

The Dry Cleaner.

Why is he called that?

Because for the right price,

he can get any amount of grime
out of a white collar.

Pshh!
If he's such a big deal,

why is he so late
for his client?

Tactical.

He's eating into my time.

He'll still need time
to brief his client.

He shouldn't have been late
then.

By the book, Emer.

This isn't one you want to blow.

Hello?

I didn't think you'd pick up.

Apparently I have a few minutes
to kill.

What have you got
out of Brannigan?

Nothing yet.
I'm just about to go in there.

This Hadi Mansour
is not giving up anything.

Maybe he doesn't know anything.

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

No pressure then.

I need some more time
with my client.

I gave you loads.

You weren't here.

1103. D.S. Emer Berry
commencing the interview.

Just a few informal questions.

No need to look so worried.

What was the nature of your
relationship with Darren Reid?

That's a no comment.

We are not pursuing
your client's personal drug use.

That was the extent
of our relationship.

So, what, "you'd ring him up,
he'd deliver" type of thing?

Any other contact?

No.

-He ever call you?
-No.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

Do you know a pub
called the Crossroads Tavern?

Darren Reid traveled
all the way out there

a few hours before he died
to phone you.

Call log.

Why?

He wanted paid.

I hadn't settled my bill.

Hardly a call he'd try to hide.

No. Darren Reid had something
very important to impart to you.

And the next day, he was dead.

That was gangland.

No. It was a highly professional
ex-special-ops execution.

And not something
we typically see in Ireland.

You don't think I had
something to do with that?

Well, then convince me
otherwise.

What is it he so badly needed
to tell you?

No comment.

It's not hard to guess.

He couldn't tell you fast enough
what we'd just told him --

that a Belgian
counterterrorist agent

was coming to interview him.

Speculation.
Don't comment.

And he ended with a bullet
in his head.

Because he wouldn't take
the fall.

He was gonna give us
the person who roped him

into buying that apartment.

Pure speculation.

We know he didn't buy it.

He's never been to Antwerp,

and he hasn't got
that kind of money. We looked.

And he didn't want to be
involved in an apartment

that was used
to engineer a bomb.

I'm sorry.
Wh-- What?

-14 innocent people.
-What is this?

This, Mr. Galvin,
is a terrorist investigation.

What? You're CAB?

This is strictly no comment
from now on.

Don't open your mouth.
Take those photographs away.

Are you going to charge him
with this ridiculous...

-You charge him now or --
-Your client needs a break.

Interview suspended
for short recess.

What the fuck was that?

Is there anything
we can keep him on?

Anything in his paperwork,
those boxes?

Even if we have to
trump something up.

I'll pretend I didn't hear that,
D.S. Berry.

Let him go.
From what I've seen,

you don't have anything
for an extension.

We can't.
He knows way too much.

I need full compliance here.

There are a lot of eyes
on this case

from a lot of agencies
across two countries.

Maybe all doubting
that a subsidiary office

way out here
can even handle this.

Sean might have something
that could help.

Well...

We found these in a hidden safe
in his workplace.

And, look.

This is one of Darren Reid's.
And even better.

Identical. That's Reid and
Brannigan connected beyond doubt

into something way bigger
than a bit of weekend coke.

That's direct evidence.

You still need proof, Emer,
that these are indeed the same.

They are the same.

We never get raw diamonds,
and now twice in one case.

-Verification could take days.
-Then start working on it.

Because until then,
it's just more speculation.

Let him go.

I'm sorry, Emer.
I wish I could do more.

Put surveillance on him.
And if you get anything else,

come straight back to me.

I need another shot, Norah.

The sight of these
might make him crack.

Go on.

Reid's. Yours.

Identical.

Which binds the two of you
beyond question

in some sort
of hefty transaction.

No comment.

Is this how he bought
the apartment for you?

'Cause it would
certainly explain

why we couldn't trace it.

Or are you both on the payroll
for someone higher up?

Someone who killed 14 people?

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

I think you laid down with dogs

and got up with more
than you could handle.

We have intel that another bomb
is imminent.

You could help us stop it,

and we can talk about
lessening your sentence.

But I suspect
what you really need most

from us now is protection.

You're the same threat to them
now as Darren Reid was.

Sitting here
in the police station

all day
talking about God knows what.

I won't be making you
another offer.

You help us now,
or don't bother.

Fionn.

Get me out of here.

My client has told you
everything he can.

Those are pretty, by the way.

But unless you've got
certificates or something,

it's speculation.

Speculation.

Watch out for motorbikes.

Surveillance?

On it.

Yeah?

We lost him.
I had to let him go.

I'm not sure how much he knows
about this terror campaign,

but I'm pretty sure
he knows enough

to get you to someone who does.

Uh, surveillance?

We'll get him back.
We'll keep a tail on him

and go through his paperwork
until he's...

He's looking
at Darren Reid's blood.

Come on, Fionn.
Turn around.

Shit.

Sorry.

Uh, don't be.

It's a hard job we do.

And I think you're
pretty verbazingwekkend.

What?

Carolyn.

Why are all our vans still here?

The harbor master was here.

No. No.

Our trading license
has been suspended.

Citing that we pose a threat
to the port's security.

He can't suspend our license
without a hearing.

He just did.

Oh, there he is!

It's your mom.

-Hey.
-They've done it, James.

They've suspended my license.

Hey, they're just
following protocol.

Look. They have to hold
a hearing within 10 days.

Then you'll get
your full license back.

10 days?!

I'll usher everything through
myself.

I promise.

Okay.

Thanks.

Thank you for meeting me.

No problem.
What's up?

The Port Authority
have taken my license.

No warning, nothing.

What am I going to do?

Did you talk to James?

He says they'll lift
the suspension

right after the hearing,
which is in 10 days.

I'll have lost everything
I've built up by then.

All my clients.

Everything.

I have an ear I can bend.

Leave it with me.

-Thank you.
-It's what I do.

Hmm?

Kleston Incorporated
is under Kleston Holdings.

Impressive!

There's at least three
generations of companies here.

The Brannigan family DNA.

Running all around
the offshore world.

All of it legal,
all tax avoidance.

And we need to know
every twist and turn

and inside track and rat run
if we're gonna catch him.

Like a car chase, Josh.

Only better.

I'll just stick to the tech.

Yeah.

This'll take months, Norah.

We just need to get enough

to get Brannigan back in here
and crack him.

And what we are looking for
is in here -- somewhere.

And what exactly
are we looking for?

Pattern maybe.
Gaps. A mistake.

All this is just surface,
squeaky clean and perfect.

We need to understand,
why would a man

with a corporate structure
this sophisticated

be stashing
or dealing uncut diamonds?

For what?

Small. Valuable.

Untraceable.

And I guess...

forever.

-Here you go.
-Thanks. Thanks.

You've reached Bibi Melnick.

Please leave a message,
and I'll call you back.

Uh, fuck.

Bibi, I need to talk to you.

I really need to see you.

But there's something
I have to take care of first.

But I'm coming.

I'm really sorry, Bibi.

Fuck!

What's he up to now?

He just pulled
into the Strand Hotel.

He might be meeting
with someone.

What are you up to?

Fuck.

Now he's just heading back
to his car.

Okay, keep in touch.

All still quiet at the house.

Let me know if anything changes.

Copy that.

Keep your eyes peeled.

Check in every 20 minutes.

Hey.

No buns?

I thought you were on a diet.

I thought you were my friend.

Sorry. I'm on a diet.

Warrant's been granted

for the burner phone
he bought yesterday,

and Norah's going through
the reservation list

for the restaurant
at the Strand Hotel

in case he was meeting someone.

No names of interest so far.

Are you sure that's where
he was headed?

Yeah. According to
his credit card, he's a regular.

Something spooked him. He
did not want to be caught there.

I'm sure of it.

Did you see the house?

Oh, yeah.

How many people do you think
you'd have to shaft,

and how often, and how hard...

to get to live in a house
like that?

Regretting your career choices?

Nah.

Eyes everywhere, Sean.

I don't want someone
getting him before me.

Not again.
And make sure you tell that

to the replacement units
on their way.

It's got raisins in it.

It's part of your five-a-day.

Fionn?

Fionn?

Fionn?

Siobhan.

Fionn, you scared me.

Have you slept?

Go fight them.

In courts, if we have to.

They're not getting everything
we've worked for.

I haven't told you everything.

-I need you to do something.
-What?

I need you to get rid
of something.

-What is this?
-Without asking me that.

You're the only person
I can ask, Siobhan.

I think I'm being watched.

What have you done?

I don't know exactly.

But I'm trying to fix it.

Now, listen.

If CAB take everything,
we start again.

If they find this other thing,

I go to jail
for a really long time.

I need you to destroy it.

Please, Siobhan.

And I need you
to get me out of here.

-Unseen.
-Of the house?

The country.

I need to see someone
who can help us.

I'll be straight back.

This'll all to be okay,
I promise.

Ms. Brannigan looks to be
getting ready to leave.

I have a visual on Brannigan.

Brannigan's in the rear footwell
of his wife's BMW.

Aye, aye.

Emer.
The Brannigans are moving.

And whatever they're up to,

Fionn felt the need
to hide down the back seat.

I'm on my way.

Do you see anyone?

No.

You sure?

No.

We're nearly there.

Shit.

Fuck.

What the fuck?

-Come on!
-Go around!

We're at the taxi rank.

This is as close as I can get.

Okay.
Don't take any chances, Siobhan.

Get the document.

If you do see someone
following you,

destroy the envelope.

Then they've got nothing on you.

And they can't do anything
to you.

Okay?

Fuck.

I love you.

Go, go, go.

What's your problem?

Where to, sir?

Just hang on a minute.

Fuck.

She's heading to
the Strand Hotel, Emer.

That's where he was going
yesterday, at that restaurant.

I'm not far.

He's behind you,
in a gray estate.

-Can you see him?
-No.

Look again.

Shit.

Security desk.
How can I help you?

Just a moment, sir.

-We've got to reset the machine.
-Give it to me.

Yeah, I see him.

You don't have to do it,
Siobhan.

I can do this.

There's enough time.

Siobhan.

I can do it.

All right.
Burn the document.

Sorry for the inconvenience.

Have a nice day, and welcome
to the Strand Hotel, sir.

Shit.

They've split up.

-Siobhan's going in.
-I'm at the hotel.

You stay with Fionn
and call for backup.

I'm going in. Keep an eye
out for anyone coming or going.

They have to be meeting someone.

Aye, aye. The restaurant's
on the top floor.

Fuck.

Sorry.
We're not open yet.

Did a woman come through here?

No.

In there.

Keep her there!

Oh!

What is it, Mrs. Brannigan?

It must be something
very important.

Get security to not
let anyone leave the building.

-Yes, ma'am.
-Where'd you get it?

Who'd you meet?

He's gone, Emer.

The fucking car is empty.

-Fuck.
-I'm sorry, Emer.

I got delayed on --

Where is your husband?

You'd be wise to tell me.

Because if you think
I'm his problem,

you're both very stupid.

Thank you for doing this.

I'm glad to help.

It's a declaration of trust.

"I, Darren Reid,
of 12 Ashbury Way, Clare,

hereby acknowledge and declare

that I hold the property
described in the schedule

and in trust
for Fionn Brannigan, the owner."

Do you even know
who you're married to?

Your husband owned an apartment
in Antwerp, Mrs. Brannigan,

where a bomb was made
that killed 14 people.

You still have nothing
to tell us?

Where is he?
Who took him?

Before 14 more people
are killed.

A bomb?

You need to tell me
what you do know.

Um, he told me to take him
to the restaurant.

There was a man there waiting
in a car to get him away.

It was pretty dark
in the car park, and fast.

Um, but it was...

silver. A silver Toyota,
I think it was.

What did he look like?

About 40.

Uh, dark hair.

And a...

um, wedding ring.

That's all.

Then what?

Fionn got in the back seat,
and, um,

told the guy
to give me the envelope.

Told me to get rid of it.

To go inside and --

Why not destroy it
in the car park?

CCTV.

It was the driver's idea
to go into the men's.

Um, anyone following
would look there last,

and it would buy me some time.

Nearly worked.

Did Fionn know him?

Maybe.
I don't know.

They just...

They just took off.

Recess.

Is there anything
to substantiate

this silver Toyota story?

Not a Toyota.

The car park CCTV
caught a silver Audi exiting,

but the footage is so grainy
I couldn't make it out.

You'd have gotten
better pictures from Mars.

I'm trying to locate
any Audis coming in,

see if we can get a better view
on who's driving.

Emer, I'm so sorry.

No. You wouldn't have
lost him today

if I hadn't lost him yesterday.

Look. Do me a favor and process
his wife. Let her go.

I can't bear to see Joe Galvin
gloating at me again.

All right.

There'll be a hearing.

Probably early,
so get some sleep.

I need to use your phone.

I need to use it.
Now.

There's one in
the glove compartment.

You have two minutes, Siobhan.

And I don't want to know
about this.

Hello?

They caught me.
The guards.

And they know you bought
that apartment.

Did you know what
it was being used for?

No, Siobhan. No.
Not until yesterday.

I had no idea.
I promise.

I believe you.

That CAB woman says
you're not safe.

I'm safe.

How?

I'm handing myself in.

To the police.

What?!

If they have that document now,

there's nothing else
I can do anyway.

Just come back.

Siobhan, the -- the hard drive?

They didn't get it.

It's still up there
where you left it.

I love you, Siobhan.

Please let's dig deep tonight.

Jacob Crevitz.

Minister of Transport.

Get to know him
if you can tonight.

These people were very good
to us with your license problem.

...respected institutions.

Let's secure
the next hundred years

with the very best personnel,
resources,

and equipment we can.

Thank you.

Thank you.
Thank you.

Everybody, drink up. I want
you all to regret tomorrow

how much you spent tonight.

-That was great.
-Thanks.

Hm.

Okay. Richard?

No, no.

Viktor!

Viktor Maes.

Sick children don't care where
the money comes from, I suppose.

I'm sorry.

I have to take this call.
I'll be back in two secs. Okay.

Hello?

Fionn.

Fionn, slow down.

Just...tell me what's happened.
Where are you?

Okay.
Okay, okay, okay.

Stay there.

I'm coming.

-I have to leave.
-What?

Fionn is here.
In Antwerp.

-He didn't sound good.
-When does he ever?

I have to go.

No, Bibi, you really don't.

He's a person of interest
in a criminal investigation.

You need to protect yourself
and your reputation.

I can't just abandon
my brother, James.

Where is he?

-At the airport.
-Let's go.

We'll be there and back
in an hour.

No, no.
You're needed here.

So we'll send a car.

He wants me to come.

He really, really
didn't sound good.

-I'm sorry.
-That's okay.

Let's go.

Yes.

They're your voters.

Unfortunately.
A small contingent.

But there's no policy or win
I want badly enough

-for anyone to get hurt.
-Well, thank you.

I have friends and employees

who are ethnic minorities.

I'm not racist.

I've learned not to take
criticism personally.

It's...

just politics.

I-I admire that you had
the mettle

to air your stance publicly.

How did Richard take it?

Oh. You do know
that your father-in-law

is one of my campaign's
biggest donors?

You do know that
my father-in-law

has made donations
to all the candidates?

He just wants to be sure
he's backed the winner.

But don't take it personally.

It's just politics.

Fionn?

Hi.

Hey.

Does anyone know you're here?

Just James.

I told you to not
to tell anyone.

Sorry.

Come on.

What's wrong?

I, uh...

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

-What sort of danger?
-Real danger.

I thought I was just moving
money around, the usual,

but these people,
they, uh -- They...

I'm going to sort it, okay?

Fionn, what are you
talking about?

I wanted to tell you in person
because phones have ears

and I have no idea
who to trust anymore.

But I've changed my mind.

I'm gonna tell the police.

The police?

I'm dead otherwise.

Yeah, but, Fionn, the police?

-You sure?
-I'm sure.

Okay.

Okay.

You'll need a lawyer.

I'll get James to meet us
at the station.

No. No. No.

I'm not leaving here
except with the police!

I'm dead otherwise.

-Fionn...
-No!

Just bring them here.

Just hurry up, Bibi.

All right.

-Hello?
-He's here, Emer.

In Antwerp.

He's handing himself in.

Fionn Brannigan's in Antwerp.

Get me a flight, Norah.

Fionn?

Fionn?

Fionn?

Fionn, it's me, James.

Something's not right.

He's not here.