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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.

This Hadi Mansour
is not giving up anything.

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

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.

If they find this other thing,

I go to jail
for a really long time.

I need you to destroy it.

They caught me --

the guards.

It's a declaration of trust.

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?
-He's here, Emer.

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

He's not here.

-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.

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.

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.

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.

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

Thank you.

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.

He lost the case

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

That was seven
or eight years ago.

Yeah?

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.

Do you have a spare?

Sure do.

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.

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?

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.

What the fuck?

Hey!

-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?

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.

Have you got anything
on the Audi?

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.

Double-shot espresso.

Thought you might need it.

How are the boys?

Huge.
I have to scold upwards.

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?

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.

-Any word?
-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.

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.

Hold on.

I thought we were investigating
an Islamic terrorist attack.

We're investigating
a terrorist attack.

Interpol have requested

the release of his particulars,

so the Colombian ambassador
will be expecting you.

-Mm.
-Okay. Let's go.

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.

-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.

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.

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 --

Give me a minute.

I need a cigarette.

Don't do it.

Same registration.
They cloned the fucking plates.

Fuck.

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.

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.

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 --

"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.

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.

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.

I'll spare you the agony,
Christian.

The wires are all cut.
Every one.

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.

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.

Okay. Cool.

Yep, Sean. What is it?

We found the Audi
we thought Fionn Brannigan

maybe escaped in.

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.

Okay.

How did you end up here?

So, do you think it's him?

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...

Oh, God.

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?

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

We'll have to wait
for the forensics report.

Damn.

A guy like that, Emer,

was always going to meet
a bad ending.

I wanted answers from him.

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

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?

I don't know.

Just listen, I guess.

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...

...before they...

Look.
I know somebody I could call --

No.
We've got it.

Thank you.

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.

Always.

You did everything you could.

Yeah.
It's me.

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

Yep.

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.

Brilliant.

Hey.

Red.

-What have you got, Norah?
-Look.

I'm looking.
What am I seeing?

Senne van Eyck?

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.

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.

-What?
-Yeah.

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

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.

Just some coke.

So he did have a hidey-hole.

Shit.

Nothing else there.

I'm so sorry.

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.

This one.

No.

Blinded in a knife attack.
No.

Autopsy pictures.
Definitely dead.

Okay.

Wait a minute.

This guy.

A lifer.

Denied parole.

Died by suicide...

...11 days before
the Brussels bomb.

It's him.

It's him.

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.