All language subtitles for Borderline.2024.S01E02.720p

Drunk stags and hens
in a wee Irish town?
She's asking for trouble.

The body washed up
from the North,
so we've a duty to investigate.

Starting with the post-mortem.
No way. We're doing the PM.

Belfast and Dublin want
this investigation

to showcase positive
cross-border cooperation between
our two forces.

Here in the South, it
will be you, Regan.
In the North, Detective Boyd.

Apparently, she was staying
with friends in a rental cottage
outside Drumbay.

Seeing as we found her,
perhaps I should be there, too.

OK, girls,
I'll need you to make
formal statements,

so stay put till you
hear from me.

What time did you
leave the bar?
Half-eight.

Didn't want to cramp
their style.

Where were you Saturday night?
Here with me ma
watching telly.

Sinead's blood alcohol
was moderate, but she did test
positive for fentanyl.

I warned her, and
I'm warning you.

(SIRENS WAILING)

We found this,
it looks like Sinead's jacket.

JOE'S MA: You're making
a mistake,
he didn't do it. Joe!

Are you free?
Aye, hop in.

What are you doing?

I'm trying to help you.
Get off me!

What do you know about
Patrick Gorman?

He killed your father
when you were a kid,
or so they say.

So they say? There's no proof.

Well, he's back now.
What?

He came back two years
ago. He runs a furniture store
in Castleblayney.

She wore a wedding ring,
but it's missing.

REGAN: Any marriage problems?

Simple question.
No.

She thought he was
having an affair.
Was he?

If I tell you, do you promise
not to tell the others?

♪ There's a ghost screaming
over the river

♪ It's a sound only clear
to the sinners

♪ It's a sound only clear
to the sinners

♪ So we know what
to do, what to do

♪ So we know what
to do, what to do

♪ So we know what
to do, what to do

♪ So we know what
to do, what to do

♪ Pay the Devil his due

♪ Pay the Devil his due

♪ Pay the Devil his due ♪

(BIRDSONG)

(KNOCKING)

Niamh?

Niamh?
What's going on?

Did either of you see Niamh
come back inside last night?

I didn't notice.
I wasn't bothered.

Niamh?
What?

Thank God.

You had me worried.

Good afternoon, sir.
How can I help you?
Just looking.

No problem.
Feel free to ask me
any questions.

Actually, I do have a question.

Did you kill my father,
James Boyd,
in 1991?

Yes.

I thought so.

(PHONE RINGING)

DC SHAKIR: Sir? Sir?

Chief wants to see you.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

OK. Thanks.

(HANGS UP)

Philip!

Got your email.
Aye, sir.

Sorry I couldn't make it work.
Clash of personalities
more than anything.

In my view,

DC Shakir would make
an excellent alternative to
liaise with Regan.

Look, I know it's
difficult working
with another force,

especially one we've had,
at best, a chequered past with.

But you need to make this work.

It reflects badly on
us if we're the ones
seen to be walking away.

So, don't let them show us up.

Do I make myself understood...
detective?

Aye, sir.

What size are they?

What?
Them shoes?

36.

They'll do my daughter.
Give 'em here.

Have you never heard
of recycling?

We've only the one
planet, you know.
We need to look after it.

You're welcome... Greta.
(PHONE RINGING)

Regan. Yes, ma'am.

It was his decision, not mi...

Yes, ma'am.

DOYLE: If I remember
anything else,
I'll be sure to let you know.

What was that about?
Some girl in my
cab did a runner.

So, I reported her.
Oh.

How much?

Does it matter?

Sure I'll never see it.

REGAN: I like what
you're thinking,
but I don't see the connection.

Boss.

I'll take that coffee
now, Maguire.
Yeah, all right, boss.

You too?
Me too.

If we're going to make
this work, we need to establish
some rules of engagement.

Like in a war?

Yes, only we're not
at war, are we?
At least, not any more.

OK, I'll tell you what.

You write down your
list of rules, I'll write down
mine, then we can compare.

OK. Good.
We can come back to
this further...

Done!
What?

My list. I just
sent it to you.
(PHONE BUZZES)

"When you're in the South,
you do as I say."

That's it?
That's it.

What was Sinead Connelly's
jacket
doing in your house?

I found it on the beach
Sunday morning
when I was walking the dog.

I thought that it might belong
to one of the girls,

but when I got back
to the cottage
there was no sign of life.

I assumed they were sleeping off
the night before,

so I decided to wait
until they were checking
out to ask.

So, why was it still
in your possession?
I forgot about it.

You forgot about it?

Did you, er... "forget"
where you were
on Saturday night?

That was me ma's idea.

She said you'd try
and pin the murder on me.

Mammy's boy?
Do you always do what she says?

She's right, isn't she?

Did you speak to Sinead
while you were at the bar?

I spoke to all of them.

According to the CCTV,
you left the bar
around midnight?

It was a hen night,
and I am no hen.

And you went straight home?
Yes.

We trawled through the CCTV.

There's no sign of your car.
I was wasted, so I walked.

I'm a law-abiding citizen.
Except when you're
supplying drugs.

No comment.
Did you walk home
along the road?

No, the beach. When
the tide is out,
it is quicker that way.

REGAN: Did you see anyone else
on your midnight jaunt?

Not a soul.

So, you got home, went to bed,

and didn't surface
till the morning when you walked
the dog, correct?

Yeah.

REGAN: And you never
saw Sinead again?

No.

BOYD: He has no alibi.
And we have no witnesses
or fentanyl.

What about searching
his house again?

Maybe you missed something.
His ma will have got
rid of anything.

How much longer
can you keep him?
Not long enough.

The place was heaving, you know.
It was full of stags and hens.

I remember the girls, though,
cos of what they were
wearing, you know?

Do you remember anyone
bothering them at all?
Especially Sinead?

I can't honestly say.

Do you know this man?

Joe Dooley. Local lad.
He comes in here sometimes.

Ever see him selling drugs?
Not inside.

I'd kill him.
What about outside?

It's not my job to spy on people
unless they're in here.

Can I ask the witness
a question?

Go ahead.
I need her permission.

Permission granted.
Thank you.

Has anyone ever reported
having their drink spiked?

It happens.
Not just in here, all
the bars in town.

We always tell the girls,
"Keep an eye on your drinks."

You know how it is.

Aye, aye. Any recent incidents?

There was one a few weeks back.
I remember cos it happened
on my birthday.

When's that?
26th May.

It was a Saturday night.
Town was rammed.

Polish girl. Don't
know her name.

She was completely out of it,
but insisted she hadn't
been drinking.

Hm, so what did you do?

I offered to call an
ambulance, but she refused.
Said she just wanted to go home.

She got in a taxi
and that was the last
I saw of her.

Would you recognise the taxi
or the driver?

I couldn't tell you.
There were loads
of taxis there that night.

I want you to check
out which taxis
were operating that night.

See if we can find the one
that took the Polish girl home.

Yes ma'am.
Actually, I was just
about to call you.

Sinead's phone record's come in.

Anything?
She texted twice
on Saturday night.

Once to her husband, Sean.

And the other?

Permission to question
these witnesses?
OK, Boyd, you made your point.

You don't need to keep
asking, but when I tell you
button it, you button it.

Is this a reciprocal
arrangement? In the North I can
tell you to button it?

Yeah, whatever. Now button it.

Officers. How can we help?

REGAN: Mr Walsh, according
to Sinead's
phone records,

she texted you at 2:15am
Sunday morning.
That's right.

You didn't think to
mention it before?

It was just a confirmation text
for the canoe experience
on the Sunday.

To be honest,
I didn't think it was important.

In this type of investigation,
every little detail
is important.

Of course. I'm sorry.

We talked about it
with the girls
the night before in the bar.

Like I told you, it's
a marketing tool.
Do you still have the message?

Sure. If I remember
right, it was just a thumbs-up
emoji, so I made the booking.

You can see for yourself.

You never said about
a text message.
I forgot, OK?

It came at two in the morning,
what do you want me to do?

Wake you up so I can
make the booking?

I'm sorry, love, I...

This whole business is
just so upsetting.

Yeah.

Yeah, OK.

Sergeant?
Yeah?

There's a woman here,
says she has information

that might be relevant
to the murder inquiry.

Thanks.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

REGAN: Mrs Dooley?
He didn't do it, that's
all I'm saying.

Come on, Lola.

He drove your car
on Saturday night

and he's dealing drugs
from your house,
making you an accessory.

You could go to prison,
and then who'll look
after little Lola?

I heard the front door go,

so I got up and saw Joe walking
towards the beach with
a bottle of wine.

BOYD: How long was he gone?

Ten, 15 minutes tops.

You saw him come back?
Yes.

He saw I was awake
and came to check I was OK.

He was fine!

Said he just fancied a
drink on the beach.

Believe me, if he
had just murdered
someone in cold blood, I'd know.

(LOLA BARKS)
(ENGINE STARTS)

Told you Joe was lying.
Doesn't make him a killer.

Doesn't not make him
a killer either.

(PHONE RINGING)

DC Shakir.

Yeah, just a quick heads-up,
sergeant.

Very soon, there's going to be
a United Ireland

so I suggest that
you join us now
in An Garda Siochana.

You know, to beat the rush.
What do you want, Maguire?

Well, there's a woman
here, she's the wife of Paddy
Doyle, the taxi driver?

What about him?

(PHONE RINGING)

Regan.
Hi, boss. Maguire here.

I'm just after interviewing
Annie Doyle there.

She's the wife of Paddy Doyle,
the taxi driver?

She said on the night
of the murder,
he didn't get in until 6am

and he told her he fell
asleep in his car
at the end of his shift.

She said when he got home,
he put his clothes straight
in the wash.

Anyway, I ran a background
check on him.
And?

Nothing. Then I checked
with DC Shakir

and she found a conviction
for assault
against his first wife.

He was living up North
at the time, which is why he
didn't show up on our records.

But, yeah, get this.

A young female made a complaint
about him yesterday.

Says Doyle came on
to her in his cab.

Where's Doyle now?

(TYRES SCREECH)

BOYD: Take it easy, Regan.

Ah, relax!
Regan! Come on!

(EXCITED CHATTER)

That's a big flock of
hens for our fox.

There he is.

Go, go, go.
(STARTS ENGINE)

Get out of the way!
(HORN BLASTS)

Catch me up.
Regan!

Damn it!

Police! Open the door!

Open this door!

(HORN HONKS)

Open the door! Open this door!

Open the fucking door!

He's heading for the
ferry terminal.
I know a short cut!

(HORN HONKING)
Move! Come on!

Shite!

(PHONE CHIMES)

Yeah?
Drive round. Meet me
on the other side.

That'll take 40 minutes.
You'll be there in 20.

Then drive faster.

Let's not make a scene.
We'll wait here quietly till we
get to the other side.

(LAUGHS)

You can't touch me.
No?

Why's that then?
See that red post out there?

That marks the border.
We are now officially
in the North.

Which means this is
not your turf.

You can't lay a finger on me.

(ON PHONE) We can
get a unit there
in 30 minutes.

Is there no one closer?
No, sir. Sorry.

OK.

Uh! You're not allowed in here.

Turn around.
What?

Do as I say. Turn and go back.
I can't.

There's not enough
depth here to turn.
OK, then, slow down.

What for? What's this about?
There's a fugitive on board.

I need time for PSNI officers
to get to the other side.

I can't. This is the last run
before low tide. It's
too dangerous.

(PHONE CHIMES)

Yeah?
Where are you?

Be there in ten minutes.

Shite!

I've called for back-up, so...

Regan? Regan! Regan!

Hey, you!

Come on, I need your help.
Get down there.

Fuck!

He says after his
shift on Saturday
he went to see his girlfriend.

Girlfriend?
So he says. That's why he ran.

He doesn't want his
wife to know.

Can he prove it?
Girlfriend lives
here in the North.

So, we can check the
border cameras.
What about the Polish girl?

Never heard of her.

Says he picks up drunk girls
and drops them home all
the time safely.

What a superhero(!)

Do you want me
to bring him in?
Not yet.

We need to talk to Joe first.

Seize his passport for now.
He's a flight risk.

OK.

By the way, he says
you owe him a tyre.

Tell him he's mistaken me
for someone who actually cares.

REGAN: Your mother told
us she saw you go to the beach
with a bottle of wine.

So, are you going to tell us
the truth this time?

OK, I admit I did follow Sinead
down to the beach.

Just for a drink. That's all.

I swear. We hit it
off in the bar so I thought why
not? In for a penny.

No, you thought
she took one of your pills

so you two could have sex,
with or without her consent.

It wasn't like that.

She was smoking. It
was very quiet.

The water was dead
still, it was like a mirror,
and she said something like...

Sorry, did we wake you?

And I said, "Yeah."

But you can make it up to me.

And did she?
No.

She asked to be alone,
so I left.
She seemed distracted.

I assumed it was
cos of what happened in the bar.

JOE: At first, they
seemed to be having
a good time together.

I sat at the bar. I got a drink.

I saw Sinead and Niamh dancing
and I decided to go over.

REGAN: What were you doing?
JOE: We were dancing together.

Having a good time,
then Sinead said something
to Niamh.

NIAMH: Sinead...

Sinead...

REGAN: What did she say?
JOE: I couldn't hear it.

But it upset Niamh.

You make out like you're
Mr Sensitive,
but in truth you're a predator.

Like you preyed on
that Polish girl
a few weeks back,

and who knows how
many other women?

I've no idea what you're
talking about.

What Polish girl?

I think Sinead did agree
to have a drink with you on the
beach that night.

When you started coming
on to her, she wasn't interested
so you spiked her drink.

Pure conjecture.

You're a drug dealer.
You carry fentanyl
when you're out hunting.

It's your insurance
policy in case your victims
don't fall for you rustic charm.

Stop now, detective.
Good luck with that.

You do remember the Polish girl.
How many other women have
there been, Joe?

This interview is over.

He was in the vicinity
at the time of the murder,

he's a drug dealer
and his only alibi
is his mother.

BOYD: It's not enough.
I wasn't asking you.

Our CPS wouldn't accept it.
I doubt your DPP would either.

You don't know how
we do things here.

I certainly know
how you do things.

He's right, Regan.

Charge him with possession
with intent to supply
and let him go.

And while you're at it,
tell those hens they
can leave, too.

They've been through enough.

Fuck!

If he kills again, it's on you.

I tried stalking you online,
you know, how your
friend stalked me?

What did you find?

There is a Sergeant
Regan in Limerick,
but he's a he.

It appears you don't exist.

Which leads me to believe
that Regan is not
your real name.

Which suggests
that you're hiding
from something.

Or someone.
Aren't we all?

BOYD: What are you doing? Regan?

What is it?

Just saw Sinead's husband.
What's he still doing here?

That's my question, too.

REGAN: I thought
you were leaving?
SEAN: I was.

Until the girls organised
a memorial service for tomorrow,
so I'm staying on.

Everything OK?
Yeah.

I just want a bit of peace.

(PHONE PINGS)

That'll be Sean telling
you we're here.

NIAMH: I'd already decided
before coming here

we needed to stop seeing
each other,
before Sinead found out.

But it was too late.

We were dancing,
having great craic,
like the old days.

She'd known for weeks.

I know.

But she didn't believe it.

So, she went on the
pill in case.

So she planned it.

She waited for the right time,
when my guard was down.

That's why she didn't get drunk
or take an E.

She must've spat it out.

I told her I loved you,
but it was over.

I couldn't do it
to her any more.

How did she respond?

NIAMH: Angry. Upset.

We both were.
We went to the bathroom
and talked.

Then she calmed down.
She didn't want the
others to know.

She didn't want to spoil
Charlotte's weekend.

Typical Sinead
always putting others first.

So, no one else knows
about you two?

No.

And we want
to keep it that way, don't we?

So, you did go looking for her
on the beach?

NIAMH: Yeah.

(HOLLERS) Sinead!

Please!

(SOBBING) I'm sorry.

I love you.

REGAN: Did you hear anything?
NIAMH: No.

Just the waves lapping
against the rocks.

HOLLY: How could you?

Her husband? Her best friend?
You disgust me, both of you.

See this? Sinead's wedding ring.
The ring you put on her finger.

Why do you have it?

When she went out for a smoke,
I knew something was wrong

so I went out to talk to her.

She told me Sean was
having an affair,
but she refused to say who with.

She was so upset.

She was going to throw
it in the lough,
but I persuaded her not to.

I offered to look after it
till she was ready to
make a decision.

But now you can keep it,
to remind yourself
of your treachery.

(RING CLATTERS)

Sinead texted you on
Saturday night.
What did she say?

"I still love you."

Right.

Why are we stopping here?

Let's talk in the pub.
It's quieter and I need a pint.

I don't drink.
Against your religion
is it, Chief?

I was an alcoholic.
I haven't had a drink
in nine years.

See?
You don't know everything
about me.

You can buy me a Coke.

Sean's alibi checked out.

Five people are willing
to testify he was with them till
three in the morning

and was too pissed to walk home,
let alone drive 90
miles to Drumbay.

That leaves Doyle and Joe
still in the frame.

But Joe is about
to be released from custody.

Thanks.
You're welcome.

Does anyone here like you?

I didn't come here
to be liked.
Oh, why did you come here?

We're talking about Sinead.
And I'm talking about you.

It might help to share.
You ever "shared" about
Patrick Gorman?

No.

There you are, then.
We do have something
in common after all.

We both don't talk
about our past.

I didn't know about Gorman
until I joined the force.

There were rumours about
his involvement but, like I
said, there was no evidence.

I still think about
what happened that night but
not all the time, just...

..things trigger the memory.

(GUNSHOTS)

Now he's back and he's
reinvented himself
as a furniture salesman.

Clearly, he's moved on.

Like I should.

Thanks for the drink.

Boyd...

If I tell you why I'm
here, you have to swear not to
talk about it again

to me or to anyone.

No more sharing.

Cross my heart, hope to die.

Somebody I helped put away
is out on parole.

This person wants to kill me
and has the means to do it.

So, for my safety,

and the safety of certain people
close to me,

I was sent here a
few months ago.

None of them know where I am.

I cut all ties.

So, until this person
can be safely put back
in their box,

I'm stuck here.

That's why I don't exist.

A-hem!

How are yer?

One muddy gift deserves another.

I hate carrots.
That's cos you haven't
tasted real ones.

Are you spying on me?
Yes!

You're welcome.

ROSIE: You should put that
in your sermon!

You know what Tom's
like! (LAUGHS)

Ah, there's the man himself!
Adam, sorry I missed
the meeting.

I'm afraid there's no cake left.
It was too good.

As ever.

ROSIE: You could have phoned.

I didn't have a minute.

We said a prayer
for the wee lass who
lost her life.

That's good. Alan,
look, I promise I'll be at the
next Bible meeting.

Don't make promises
you can't keep.

(♪ PIANO PLAYING CLASSICAL
MELODY)

Daddy!
(GUNSHOT)

(STOPS PLAYING)

I'm glad she's a lesbian,
or I'd be worried.

I was thinking,
maybe it's time we
got a new sofa.

That one's had it's day,
don't you think?

Can we afford it?

Yeah. I know a store.

Leave it with me.

(CONTINUES PLAYING)

MAN: Where there's hatred,
let me sow love.

Where there's injury, pardon.

Where there is doubt, faith.

Where there's despair,

hope.

Where there's darkness, light.

And where there's sadness, joy.

Now, please, bow your heads
and pray in silence.

REGAN: Look at him.
He's got a nerve.
Ssh!

Don't shush me. I
don't do prayer.

No, Regan, listen.

I don't hear anything.
That's the correct answer.

Boyd?

On the night of the murder,
Joe said the lough was
still and silent,

"like a mirror" he said.

But Niamh said she heard waves
lapping on the shore.

So?

So, maybe what Niamh
heard wasn't waves lapping on
the shore, but against a hull.

You mean a boat?
That's how the
killer got here.

All this time
we've been looking
the wrong way.

But they would've
heard an engine.
Not if it was a canoe.

Hey.
Detectives.

Do you keep a record
of all your rentals?

Yes, why?
We need to see your bookings.

Sure. This way.

We rented out six canoes
to a stag party from Dundalk.

They picked them up
on Saturday morning

and returned them on
Sunday afternoon, I can print
out those details for you.

Did you book them out?
No, Ian did.

Is he here?
No, he's on the beach
with a group.

If it's urgent I
could radio him.
It's urgent.

Base to Ian. Come in. Over.

It might take a minute,
he's on his own
cos my back's not up to it.

Ian, are you there?
Come in. Over.

Are you injured?
Aches and pains.

I'm getting too old
for this game.
Are you on any medication?

Fentanyl. I have to take
it now and again,
but it knocks me clean out. Why?

What's up? Over.

Tell him it's nothing.
Tell him you made a mistake.

Roisin? Everything OK? Over.

Do it.

DO IT.

Ian, the police are here.
What have you done?

You're under arrest
on suspicion of murder.

You're not obliged
to say anything
unless you wish to do so,

but whatever you say
will be taken down in writing
and may be given in evidence.

Cuff her!
Don't move.

Stay there.

I swear I didn't know,
just please, don't hurt him.

Just try and remain calm, OK?

REGAN: Stop right there!

You, go! Go!

Stop running, Mr Walsh.

Shite!
BOYD: Regan?

Go ahead.

Someone named Magda Kominski did
a canoe experience on May 26th.

The same date the bouncer said.
She used her Polish
passport as ID.

He must've drugged her, too,
but she got away. He's our man.

He's in the water.
He must be trying to
cross the border.

In this current? No,
he'll never make it.

I'm going in after him!
You're what?

Regan!

Regan!

Don't move.

Regan!

Ian!

Ian!

Ian!

Ian!
I didn't mean to kill her.

Come back. Let's talk.
It's too late.

You'll never make it across
to the other side.

I know.
Ian!

Ian! (SPLUTTERING)

Ian, please help.

Help, Ian!

Ian, help me!

Regan!

I've got you.

Hold tight.

Tell me what happened,
for the sake of her family.

Sinead wanted to do
the night-time canoe trip.

The others didn't, so
she said she'd do it
anyway. She didn't tell them.

But by the time I met
her at the beach,
she'd changed her mind.

REGAN: But you didn't
change yours.

You drugged her
with your wife's fentanyl.

Fucking bitch!

(GROANS)

NIAMH: Sinead!

Sinead!

Please!

I'm sorry!

(SOBBING) I'm sorry.

Sinead!

Come on!

Sinead!

Sinead!

I'm sorry.

Talk to me, please!

Tell her family I'm sorry.
You tell them.

What are you doing?

She led me on.

No! Let me go!

Ian Walsh, I'm arresting you
for the murder of
Sinead Connolly.

You are not obliged
to say anything
unless you wish to do so,

but whatever you say
will be taken down in writing
and may be given in evidence.

Let me go!

Let me go!

The coastguard will pick you up,
though if it was up to
me, I'd leave you.

By the way, thanks
for saving me!
Fuckwit!

You fucking bitch!

Come back, you bitch!

Come back, you fucking bitch!

Regan!

REGAN: I'm bloody freezing.

I thought you were drowning.

You OK, boss?
I arrested him. Call
the coastguard.

School swimming team.

You're crazy, you do know that?

What do you want me to do?

See yourself out, Chief.

I didn't know they still
smuggled fuel
across the border.

Assuming that's what it is.

They've called the bomb squad,
who are on their way.

DCI Boyd?
Yes, boss. He asked for you.

There's the body, to your left.

He's been shot.
Oh, so now you're interested?

(BANG)
Did you hear that?

Careful, it could
still be a trap.

We're a legitimate
family business,
north and south of the border.

Promise me, Da, you didn't know
what Fred was up to.

BOYD: Maybe he was working
for a rival gang.

Muscling in on their turf.
They killed him to
send a message?

Help!