All language subtitles for BDR.S01E03.720p

DI Regan, Garda Siochana.
DCI Boyd. Pleased to meet you.

You don't want me here
any more than I want to be here.

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

Who's senior investigating
officer?
You both are.

Both?
In the South, it will
be you, Regan.

In the North, Detective Boyd.

Belfast and Dublin want
this investigation to showcase

positive cross-border
cooperation
between our two forces.

You're in the Republic
of Ireland now.

Down here, you're not a cop.
You're a nobody.

You probably only got this job
because of your father.

What did you say?
The son of a murdered
RUC sergeant

now works with An
Garda Siochana.

Next thing you know,
they'll be arranging
a photo shoot with you
and Patrick Gorman.

What do you know about
Patrick Gorman?

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

BOYD: So they say!
There's no proof.
Well, he's back now.

What?
He came back two years ago.

Runs a furniture store
in Castleblayney.

Does he give orders,
take orders?

No offence, boss,
but what the fuck's
he even doing here?

One good thing about
you being here.
What's that?

They hate you more
than they hate me.

I'll do the talking.
You're out of your jurisdiction.

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

Who's C?
No one.

Can I have your number?

No.

You need to make this work.

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

(DRONE WHIRRING)

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

Assuming that's what it is.
What else could it be?

Republican dissidents
flexing their muscles.

Nothing they'd like
more than packing
one of those full of explosives

and sending us all
to kingdom come.

OFFICER: Sir, there's something
in the grass.

Just there, in the corner.

Can you move closer?
Yes, sir.

BOYD: There's our driver.

Is he dead?

BOYD: Hard to tell.
He's not moving.

DC SHAKIR: Sir?

Your friend's here.

Local farmer called it
in two hours ago.
The PSNI have been on the radio.

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

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

Did he now?

So, it's on their side
of the border,
not ours?

By a few hundred metres.
Then let them deal with it.

MAGUIRE: Except the tanker
has our licence plates

and the fuel company
is based down here in the South.

Shite! Get him on the radio.
Yes, boss.

What the fuck?

Oh, yeah.
And they're showing
off their new toy.

Guess I should probably
go talk to her.
Mm.

You're still here?
Yeah, don't remind me.

Been a couple of weeks.
What have you been up to?

One stabbing,
one sexual assault, two arsons,

one armed robbery
and a partridge in a pear tree.

Busy bee! I've been...
Yeah, anyway...

So, I'll leave this
with you, then.
It's not even our side
of the border.

Cooperate that's
what they said.

Do you always do what
you're told?

If you like, I can deal with it
and you can deal with your boss.

OK, Chief, you win.

Let's get on with it
so I can go back
to fighting crime in
me own country.

I suggest, given the
nature of the
incident, you might want
to turn that off?

I wish I could turn you off.

Look, Regan, we have to wait
for the bomb squad.
It might be a trap.

And you're in the North now,
so I'm in charge.

REGAN: Yeah, whatever.

Regan, slow down.
It could be a trap.
Ssh.

Hey, there's a body
on your left.
OK.

Smell that? Oil.
And burning.

Hey, careful. Watch
out for trip wires.
Trip wires? Enough!

OK?

REGAN: He's burnt to a crisp.

Paramedics can rest easy.

An exit wound.

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

(METALLIC BANG)

Hear that?
(BANG)

Hey, careful. It could
still be a trap.
Ssh!

Regan!

For God's sake!

♪ There's a ghost screaming
over the river

♪ 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

♪ Pay the Devil his due

♪ Pay the Devil his due ♪

BOYD: Paramedics confirmed
two deceased

one shot, one asphyxiated
one survivor in a bad way.

First it's fuel,
now it's people.
It's a sign of the times.

But why use such a lethal
method when they
could just drive them
across in a car?

We've always done spot checks
on the border on the quiet,

but since Brexit we
stop more drivers.

Especially if they're black?

Their colour has nothing
to do with it.

If they're illegal immigrants,
they need to be stopped.

How do you know they're illegal?
They could be genuine
asylum seekers.

If they were, they wouldn't
have to hide
in a fuel tank, would they?

And you call yourself
a Christian?

My faith has nothing
to do with it.
SHAKIR: Sir.

We found the driver's
wallet in the cab
and this knife on our survivor.

Oh, yeah.

He was probably intending
to use this
to steal our women and our jobs.

What?
Ignore her.

Fred Murray, aged 55 years old,
lives in Innishkirk.

Well, what do you know?
He's one of yours.

Good to have you back on board,
Detective Regan.

(DISTANT DOG BARKING)

(DING-DONG)

(BOYD CLEARS HIS THROAT)

Bridget Murray?
Yeah?

DI Regan. He's from the PSNI.
May we come in?

Yeah.

(SIREN WAILING)

This is Shane, my daughter's
partner.
These people are detectives.

What's going on?

I'm sorry to inform you,

your husband Fred was found dead
this morning on a border road.

Oh, my God!
Shit!

SHANE: Mandy?

Mandy?
WOMAN: What?

We'll need formal
identification,
but we're certain that it's him.

We're so sorry for your loss.

Well, what happened?

That's what we're trying
to establish.

He was crossing the
border in a tanker.
Did he crash, or...?

We I can't say too much
at this stage of the
investigation

but indications suggest
foul play.

Oh, my God!

How was he
when he left for work
this morning?

I've no idea.
He doesn't live here any more.

We separated about a year ago.

Have either of you spoken
to him recently?

BOTH: No.

I... I sent him a text last week
asking him to stop
sending flowers.

Did he respond?
Yeah... Yes, by sending those.

Don't forget I need
a lift to work.

What's going on?

SHANE: Come here for a minute.
It's your dad, love.

What about him? Is he OK?

I'm sorry.

Oh, my God, no. Oh, no.

(MANDY SOBBING)

What happened?
We're still investigating.

When did you last see him?
A few days ago.

I... I went to his flat
to bring him some food.

He wasn't looking
after himself.
Can you take us there?

I'll come with you.
No, I'll go.

Oh, my God...
You never said you
went to see him.

He wasn't eating, Mam.
What was I supposed to do?

I just have to tell work
I won't be in today.

OK. No rush.

Sounds like Fred wanted
to get back
with his missus, but
she'd moved on.

Maybe that's why he got
into trafficking.

Flowers like that
don't come cheap.

Yeah.

BRIDGET: Do you think they know?

SHANE: They don't have a clue.

It's warm in here.
Oh, he'll have left
the heating on.

He was always doing
that at home.

Drove Mum mad.

Is your ma seeing anyone else?
No.

She likes being single.

To be honest,
she's been happier these
last few months

than I've seen her in years.

What's with all the
medical stuff
in the bathroom?

Da had, um... leg ulcers
from sitting in the
cab too long.

I used to dress them
with supplies
I took from the hospital.

Please don't tell them,
I could get in trouble.

No, we won't.

Do you want a lift home?

I'd like to stay here
for a while,
if that's OK. Shane
can give me a lift.

We're going to have to
take this with us.

Needy man with leg ulcers.
No wonder his missus didn't
want him back.

You're all heart, Regan.
Till our survivor can talk,

let's pay that fuel
company a visit.

BOYD: So, Fred worked here
for the last seven years.

MAN: You can search
all you like,
but you'll find nothing.

WOMAN: They just barged
in, Mr Duggan.
This is all on Fred.

If I'd have known what
he was up to,
I'd have contacted you myself.

We're a legitimate
family business

delivering fuel north and south
of the border and been
doing so for years.

Except now competition
is stiffer,
margins are tighter

so companies like yours need
to find ways to make
up any shortfall.

I dislike your
tone, detective.
I dislike people traffickers.

That is an outrageous
comment! In fact,
I don't know what you're
doing here...

Da...
And you are?

David Duggan, marketing manager.
This is my father.

Like I said, legitimate
family business.
This is about those
migrants, right?

You know anything about it?

Only what I saw on the news.
Terrible tragedy.

Those men shouldn't have been
inside that tanker.

It's madness

and these people need
to be stopped from
coming into Ireland
in the first place.

There's no room for them here.

Detective Boyd would
agree with you,
wouldn't you, detective?

DAVID: Da, chill, OK?

I've got this. We've
nothing to hide.

Please tell me, officer,
what can we do to help?

We need a full breakdown
of where your drivers were going

and the customers they
were delivering to.

I'll sort that out, personally.

BOYD: I'd prefer if
you didn't disclose
my personal views in
front of witnesses.

I'd prefer you weren't
here but you are.
Look, Regan,

someone needs to get
a grip of this
migrant situation or more
people will die.

It's got out of hand.
The rules of entry are
there for a reason.

It's our job to enforce them
without fear or favour.

You're all heart, Boyd.

(BOYD SIGHS)

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

Course I didn't.

Then we've nothing
to worry about.

(♪ CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(PHONE DIALS)

ROSIE: Hi, love.
When are you home?
About 40 minutes.

Well, dinner's in the oven.
OK.

Thanks, love.

(MUSIC FADES)

(SKIPPING THROUGH STATIONS)

ON RADIO: 'Patrick Gorman here
from Carrick Suite Dreams.

'Come to my store,
where I have a sofa with
your name on it.

'And a dining table.

'And a bed. In fact
I have everything
you need to furnish
your home...'

Daddy!

(RADIO OFF)

(RETCHING)

MARY FARRELL: (ON TV)
'Detectives continue
to investigate the case

'of two migrant stowaways,
one of whom died

'whilst being smuggled
across the border
in a fuel tanker.

'Councillor Nicola Patterson,
who is seeking re-election

'in next month's
local elections,
is demanding action
from the PSNI.'

Until the police clamp
down on illegal
immigrants pouring into
Northern Ireland,

it's only going to get worse.

'These people are economic
migrants.

'Why should they get
help when our people
are suffering financial
hardship...'

(DOORBELL)
'...and a lack of affordable
housing?'

This came for you!
Weighs a tonne!

Think I put me back
out lifting it.

Sciatica is my middle name.
Cheers.

Don't mind me!

I'll just crawl back home
on me hands and knees!

(DISTANT SIREN WAILING)

Ballistics say
the gun that fired
the fatal shot

was the same one used
in an armed robbery
near Dundalk two years ago.

Dissident republicans
were suspected,
but there were no convictions.

Why would dissident republicans
want to kill Fred?

Maybe he was working
for a rival gang,
muscling in on their turf

and they killed him
to send a message?

Setting him on fire was
like adding a PS.

(PHONE RINGS)

Shakir.

SHAKIR: OK, thanks.

Our survivor is conscious.

OK. Call Regan. Tell her
to meet me there.

(HOSPITAL PA ANNOUNCEMENTS)

Physically, he's getting
stronger.
Mentally, I'm not so sure.

Why is he handcuffed?
WOMAN: Flight risk.

Julie Cooper, Border Force.
DCI Boyd, PSNI.

DI Regan, An Garda Siochana.

I wouldn't normally handcuff,
but I've no choice.

We're understaffed
and these guys just
keep on coming.

Has he said anything?
Not a word.

He doesn't seem to
understand English
and he's got papers.

We're waiting on an
interpreter from
Belfast, but they're
also understaffed.

What about Google Translate?

Interpreters must be
officially validated
or the legals don't like it.

My guess is he and
his dead friend
were trying to make
it to England.

Because of the chaos
in the English Channel,

we're seeing more migrants
trying to access
the UK this way,

through the back door.

My name is Philip.

We're here to find out
what happened to you
and your friend.

Parlez-vous Français?

Wow. It's like I'm in Paris(!)

Je m'appelle Philipe.

BOYD: We have two
lines of enquiry.

First, who's behind the
people trafficking
which led to the death
of a migrant?

Second, who killed Fred Murray
and how might these two
crimes be linked?

Fred was due to make
nine deliveries that day,

eight of which were south
of the border,
mainly in and around
the Monaghan area,

and one here up in
the North at PPL,
which is a horticultural
processor.

Constable, I want you
to find out about
them and also to check
the tanker satnav,

in case there were any stops
not listed on the schedule.

Yes, sir.
OK.

Our two men must have
climbed aboard
the tanker somewhere
along this route.

Someone might have seen or heard
something. I want us
to check any CCTV.

It's an isolated area

but there could be cameras
on farm buildings, that
kind of thing.

DI Regan, I suggest your
team do the same
down south of the border.

Yes, sir.

♪ South of the border,
down Mexico way ♪
(LAUGHTER)

That's good. Do you want to join
my church choir, sergeant?

No, boss.
Then be quiet, OK?
On to forensics.

Three words scratched
on the inside of the
tanker using the penknife
we recovered.

It looks like Arabic to me.
I'm not an expert.

Assuming none of you are either,
we're going to ask
our interpreter

who's on his way from
Belfast soon,
so we hope.

OK, any questions?

BOYD: Nicola Patterson's husband
runs this business.
You heard of her?

I've heard of her Ulster
Freedom Party
right-wing fanatics

who'd like to build
a 50-foot fence
along the border to keep us out.

Try not to pick
a fight with her.
We're north of the border!

You're the boss!

You were scheduled to
be Fred Murray's
last call on his delivery round.

Is that correct?

I haven't a clue
whether we were first or last.

All I know is we never
got our fuel

and now we're running low
during one of our busiest times.

Do you always buy
fuel from Duggan's?
Have done for years.

Doubt we will in the future.

Ah, this is my wife.

Nicola.

DCI Boyd.
This is DI Regan, An
Garda Siochana.

Why is there a Guard
north of the border?

We have an informal relationship

where it's deemed
a joint operation
might improve the outcome.

That sounds more like
an illegal operation to me.

We're investigating the death
of the delivery driver
Fred Murray

and the refugee found
inside his vehicle.

You say "refugee",
I say "illegal migrant".

His legal status is yet
to be determined.

He was found trying
to enter the United
Kingdom hidden in a fuel tanker.

I think it's fair to say
we all know what his status is.

Presumably, this operation
requires
a lot of workers here
and in the field?

Yes, we employ gang masters
who, I might add, are
all registered.

They provide our seasonal
workers.

And these workers
are all foreign?
Many are, but not all.

That's ironic.

Something to say, detective?
BOYD: No, she doesn't.

We welcome anyone
who's been invited to come here.

You say "welcome",
I say "exploit".

How dare you?
You've something to say, too?

It's fine.
Detective Regan is
Garda Siochana.

They have different standards
to our police force.

BOYD: That was you
not picking a fight, was it?

Someone needed to challenge her.

That's not our job,
Regan. The PSNI is
an impartial, non-political
police force.

We don't choose sides.
At least, not any more.

Believe that and you'll
believe anything.

Anyway, I'm not PSNI
so I can say what
the hell I like.

(PHONE RINGS)
Flat white for me.

(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)
Regan?

ON RADIO: 'Patrick Gorman here
from Carrick Suite Dreams.

'Come to my store
where I have a sofa with
your name on it.

'And a dining table. And a bed.

'In fact, I have everything
you need
to furnish...'

(SCREAMS)

REGAN: Interpreter's there.
I said we'd meet him
at the hospital.

ON RADIO: ♪ Golden,
golden, golden
Carrick Suite Dreams ♪

For a second there
I thought you'd had
a heart attack.

FYI, if you ever need
CPR, count me out.

There's no way
I'm giving you mouth-to-mouth.

Sorry.
How long's this been going on?

On and off for a few years.

More since you told
me Gorman was back.

You need to sort this shit out
before you do something stupid

like blow his brains
out, or your own.

I'd never do something
like that.
No?

No.

I bet you haven't thought
about killing him, either?

I knew it.

I used to visit my
father's grave

and promise I'd get
justice for him
one day.

So, what are you waiting for?

Evidence. There isn't any.

He could be completely innocent.

You're a witness.

He was wearing a balaclava.
I only saw his eyes.

Your da got a shot in, right?

Aye. He always kept
a gun by his bed.

My mother said he hit the gunman
in the right shoulder.

So, if Gorman did do it,
he'd have a scar.

Take a civil action against him
and force him to reveal
it in court.

That could take 30 years.

Anyway, he could just
say he got it
from falling off a
bike or something.

Anyways, I can't afford lawyers.

No, if I want justice,
I'll have to find it
a different way.

We can't wait indefinitely.
I have other cases.

This is Tariq Malik,
our interpreter.
Are you the SIO?

Yes.

Why didn't you tell me
before I trekked all
the way from Belfast

that your witness is
being uncooperative?

I can't interpret someone
who refuses to speak.

He's traumatised
and vulnerable.
And I'm short of time.

Our case load has exploded
in recent months, unlike
our budget.

FYI, I tried Arabic,
Urdu, Punjabi,
Kurdish and Farsi.

Zero.

Excuse me.

Wait, I have some words
I need to show you
that we found.

Email me.

Now what, Chief?

Can I uncuff him?

Sure.

What are you going to do?

There's one language
that we haven't tried.

(DOOR OPENS)

(BOYD CLEARS HIS THROAT)

Our Father, who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name,

thy kingdom come,
thy will be done
on Earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day
our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses...

As we forgive those
who trespass against us.

Lead us not into temptation...

BOTH: ...but deliver
us from evil. Amen.

Philip.

Samir.

Pleased to meet you, Samir.

There's no physical reason
to keep him here, and
we do need the bed.

I'm sorry.

Where will he go?

There's a detention
centre in Belfast
that might have a space.

We need him here for
our investigation.

Everywhere is full.

If I can't get him in there,
I'll have to house him
in a police cell.

You can't put him a cell.
Do you have a better idea?

You've changed your tune.

Yesterday,
you wanted to send
them all home.

Shut up!
What did I just say?

Daniel!

Give me that back.
I'm trying to work!

Mummy.
Enough!

I can hear you two
from outside.
You're late.

Yes. There's a reason for that.

The alternative
was to put him in a cell, OK?

He's traumatised enough
without doing that to him.

It's only a few days.

He's wearing a surveillance tag
so he can't skip off anywhere.

If you don't like it,
I'll bring him right
back to the station.

I will.

"Do not neglect to show
hospitality to strangers,

"for thereby some
have entertained
angels unawares."

I'm not sure he's an
angel, but still...
Thanks, love.

REGAN: (ON VIDEO) 'Oh,
my God, Caitlin!
You're cooking!'

(CHATTER, LAUGHTER ON VIDEO)

(BIRDSONG)

Why didn't you do
this last night?
I'm nearly done.

Ah! Welcome to the
madhouse, Samir.
Sit yourself down.

Did you phone your mother?
My phone does not work.

We'll sort something out.

Here you go. This is called
an Ulster fry. It's traditional.

Made from the flesh
of murdered animals

who, during their pitiful
short lives,

were stuffed with
growth hormones
and antibiotics

and belched greenhouse gases
that cause irreversible
climate change.

OK, then.

You ready?

Yes.

(APP DIALLING)

Mama?
WOMAN: 'Samir?

'Samir!' (SPEAKING IN ARABIC)

(SAMIR CRYING)

Sink with that.
Have you got your bits?

(PHONE CHIMES)

Have you washed your hands?
(BOYD CLEARS HIS THROAT)

Regan, this is my wife, Rosie.

That one's Daniel.

And this is Ellie.
Pleased to meet you.

We've heard so much about you.
I bet you have.

He's very complimentary.
Mostly.
He's mostly a pain
in the arse.

Aye, he can be that, too.
Totally.

I am here, you know.
Right, come on you.
We are late.

We must get you
around some time.
Oh, no, don't feel obliged.

Right.
Be safe, love.

BOYD: OK.

Right...

So, Samir's inside talking
to his mother.

Can I get you a coffee or...?
Yeah, go on.

Yeah.

How long have you lived here?
15 years.

It used to belong to
Rosie's mother,
but she got too old.

You know you can rent
your old house
where you grew up? It's
a holiday let.

I do.
You ever been?

No. Why would I do that?

Might help your PTSD.
Who says I have PTSD?

What would you call it?

One day,
Jamal and me are walking
to school.

It was beautiful day,

and my little brother Amir,
he runs ahead to class.

He loved school.

Then the missile came.

The army say it was a mistake,
but they always lie.

I found Amir's body
in the rubble.

Also my teacher, two
of my friends.

My cousin lives in the UK.

Tells us how to get there
and he sends us money.

We fly to Ireland, but
the border police,
they put us in a
detention centre

with the other migrants.

We stay there for six months.

And one day, a man come.
He say he can help us.

REGAN: Tell us about this man.

He is Irish. White.

30 years old.

Did he give a name?

Murphy.

Murphy. That's original.

He say for 10,000 euro
he can bring us to the UK.

But we have no money,
so he say if we work
for him for one year
to pay him back.

So we agree.
Murphy picks us up in his van.

We hide in the back.

We drive for two hours
to some wood
where we must wait.

And then he leaves.

What make of van?
Colour?

White. Make, I don't know.
What can you remember
about it?

Um...

Football boots on the mirror.

And he had a knife.

What sort of knife?

Big.

We stay in the woods that night.

In the morning, the
tanker arrive with
the driver and he tell
us to get inside.

Is this the driver?
Yes. That was him.

We say it's too dangerous,
there is fuel inside.

The fumes, they make us sick.

Then what happened?

We drive, but Jamal
he is very sick.

(BANGING)
Help!

(BANGING)

Help!

(BANGING CONTINUING)

Help!

(BRAKES APPLIED)

Help!

Shut up!
Please, my friend is dying.

We must get out.

If I don't take you
where I'm meant to,
I don't get paid.

I'm sorry.
Please? I beg you.

Then what?

He, er... talks on the phone.

I can't hear what he say.

We stop for maybe one hour.

A car comes.

I hear gunshot.

(MUFFLED GUNSHOT)
And then I...

I don't remember, I wake
up in hospital.

We found this scratched
on the inside of the tanker.

I wrote that.

What does it mean?

It means... "God forgive me."

Rosie will be back
in a few hours.

Stay inside or your
tag will alert
the border force

who will take you straight
to a police cell, no
questions asked.

Understand?
Yes.

OK.

Samir, I'm sorry about
what happened
to you and your brother. OK?

Yup.

I'm off.

I thought you were on earlies.
I'm covering.

How are you getting in?
I thought your car
was in the garage.

Shane's giving me a lift.
He's just pulling up.

See ya.
(DOOR CLOSES)

(VAN DOOR SLAMS)

OK, so Fred is driving
along this road
when he hears Samir
making a noise.

He parks up and opens the hatch.

DI Regan.
Please, take a seat.

Thanks for coming
all this way.
I'm charging mileage.

Philip is running through
various possible scenarios.

OK, so I got to the part
where Fred opened the hatch.

Samir tells him that
Jamal is dying.
He pleads with him
to let them out.

Fred panics, closes the hatch
and makes a call. To who?

Murphy the white van man?
Seems the most likely
candidate.

OK. So, Fred calls Murphy
who tells him
to hang tight, he's on his way.

Murphy arrives, Fred
tells him he's out,
he never signed up for this,

that he's calling an ambulance
before he's facing a double
murder charge.

Thank you.
They argue.

Fred pulls a gun,
but he's a tanker driver
not a killer,

so Murphy quickly
takes it off him
and shoots him.

After he murders Fred,
he could've opened
the hatch so Samir and
Jamal could escape.

He didn't, which means
he's responsible for two deaths.

So, for now,
Murphy is our prime suspect.

So, we've an Irishman
called Murphy
who drives a white
van in Ireland.

Yeah.
Can't be more than
a million of those.

REGAN: I have another theory.
Here we go.

Forget about Murphy
for a minute.

What if there was
someone else?
Like who?

Someone who knew what
was going on
and decided to use it
for political gain.

There's a local election's
coming up.
You've someone in mind?

A friend of hers?

Love you.
Love you, too.

I'm on my way.

Ten minutes.

Well, it's like we discussed,
isn't it?

Uh-huh.

I'll put you on hold.

What is it?
Remember the PSNI detective?

DCI Boyd?
What about him?

He's playing host
to that boy in the tanker.

(DOORBELL)

ROSIE: (ON PHONE)
'It's called Tabakh Roho.

'It's a lamb stew.'
Bye, sir.

'He's also making her ladyship
a vegetarian dish.'

Aye, it sounds good.
You should keep me some.

Are you going to be late?

It's mad busy here.

Right, well,
we'll see you when we see you.

Good night, sir.

SAMIR: 'We say it's
too dangerous,
but he say no, it's OK.

'It's empty. No fuel.

'So we all climb inside,
but he's a liar.

'There is fuel inside.
The fumes, they make us sick.'

(RECORDING REWINDS)

'So we all climb inside...'

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Number three.

That'll be 40 quid.
Anything else?

Bottle of Scotch.

Tap there when you're ready.

(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING)

REGAN: All right?

All right.

Pint?
Yeah. Can I order some food?

Kitchen's closed.
Packet of crisps then?

Bitch flavour? Arsehole?

Bitch.

(PHONE RINGS)

Regan.
'Tariq Malik. The interpreter?

'You sent me three Arabic words
to translate.'

You're too late.
We already know it means
"God forgive me".

'Who told you that?'
The witness.

'He's lying.'

What the fuck?

(GUNSHOTS)

Daddy!

(PHONE RINGING)

Regan.
'Where are you?'

I'm at home. Why?

Those Arabic words scratched
on the inside of the tanker.

It doesn't mean
"God forgive me".
No?

The three words are three names.

Jamal, Samir and someone
called Hasan.
There's a third man.

'There was something
was nagging me
about Samir's interview.
Now I know what.'

Slow down. Slow down.

We need to talk to him urgently.
I'm on my way to your house now.

No, wait. I'm not there.

Er... I'm at a friend's.

I told you you're a shit liar.
Chat tomorrow.

Boyd?
(PUTS PHONE DOWN)

(THUNDERCLAP)

MANDY: Hey, Ma, listen.
I'm going to stay
at Da's tonight.

Why?
'I need some time alone
there you know.'

Are you OK?
'Yeah.'

I called Shane, but he's
not picking up.

'If you see him, can you ask him
to collect me in the morning?'

Sure.

She knows.

Olive.

Best part, the salt.

Daddy!

This looks so good!
You know, I could get
used to this, Samir.

Mum?

(SCREAMS)

Utility room now!

Daddy!

Boyd, if you're gonna
fall off the wagon,
at least do it with
Irish not Scotch.

Look, I appreciate your concern,
but you stay out of this.

I'm not concerned about you.

I'm concerned about me
if you go on a fucking
shooting spree.

My life is complicated enough
without you making it worse.

If you want to play
Dirty Harry, do it
on your side of the
border, not mine.

I just want to know
if it was him.
He's not gonna tell you.

He doesn't need to.
I just need to see if
he has that scar.

He's not Harry fucking Potter.
You'd have to strip search
him to see it.

If that's what it takes.
And when he refuses
to cooperate?

You'll threaten to
kill him, right?

(CAR KEYS RATTLE)

Get out!
Make me.

Regan!
Give me the bottle!

(PHONE RINGS)

Maybe your wife can talk
some sense into you at least.

Philip? Help! Help!

'We're being attacked!'

BOYD: 'I'm on my way.'

BOYD: We know you lied to us.

If you're found guilty
of assisting
a fugitive, you can
go to prison.

Come out! Hands behind
your back!

Bingo!

Did you supply Fred
with that same gun?

No comment.

He's turning in. Go, turn!

Police!

Come out
with your hands where
I can see them.

If someone out there has a gun,
we need to know about it.

Tell us about it, Sam.