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Not a secret any more, then. We should probably tell your dad before he finds out on his own.
The man's dead, Niamh. End of story. This has connections...
Just stop!
Oh, Jesus!
Ryan Savage. What are you doing here?
I'm the guy who owns the gold.
My family sent eight bars of gold to this country.
The gold never reached the people we sent it to,
and the men tasked with receiving it disappeared.
He's in the police.
You're working with a dirty cop?
Well, this is the graveyard where Colin is buried.
The gold.
Why throw it from all the way over there?
Well, show me the work that means
that we can't tell my daddy about us. I can't.
It's a document that Colin added to his will on the day he died.
Seven. That's all of them.
What are you doing here, Birdy?
Why do you have to be here? What are you doing?
Birdy, can you turn that engine off now?
It's your gun, Tom.
Birdy!
ENGINE STARTS
Don't move! Stand still! Where is it?
Don't know what you're referring to.
The gun. The gold. You tell me where it is.
No. You can search the house all you like,
you're not going to find it.
What are you doing?
I'm arresting you.
No!
I don't think you've thought this through, Tom.
Think very carefully about what happens next.
You know? What are you going to tell them,
the people that you've worked alongside day in, day out?
How are they going to react to your deceit?
Hm? And the gold. Huh?
What happens when forensics start looking closer,
when the gun lands in their possession?
Because it will, you know, I mean, if all this goes ahead.
I've made sure of that.
And what about your daughter, Tom? Huh?
Didn't you want the gold to be able to secure her future?
What happens to all of that?
What happens to her prospects,
to having to live her life without you?
Huh? I know that you're angry now but, really,
you're being very selfish.
You should really be thinking about Izzy more.
Maybe try and stop being a police officer for a second
and just try being a daddy.
Get out.
Get out!
What were you going to do, huh? Were you just going to,
what, let him run away? Were you going to let him arrest you?
I'd have thought of something. I did think of something.
It wasn't your decision to make!
Why are you still here?
You've got the gold. Why didn't you leave?
Cos I need you, Tom.
Are you fucking crazy?
Otherwise I would have shot you.
Ah. Birdy wasn't the first.
Your husband had second thoughts about keeping the gold.
You found out that he'd written you out of the will, so you killed him.
Who told you that about the will? Stop pretending, Olivia.
Look, Rob Dardis killed my husband, Tom. You know this.
Aye, but you gave the order. Didn't you?!
I'm no murderer.
You killed one of my officers right in front of me!
But I did that for us.
Fuck you. I see who you are.
Have they found the body yet, Tom?
No.
Good.
I have something I need you to do for me.
What?
There is a farm attached to our property. We own the land.
You're looking for an old stone barn with a red tin roof.
I think you'll be happy with what you find in there.
It's the rifle that killed Colin.
Dardis told me where he hid it.
Or you told him to put it there.
I want you to feed it into your investigation.
Remove all suspicion that I know your colleagues have for me.
It won't work. Yes, it will. And then I will leave.
I want to be able to enjoy that gold,
Tom, without being a fugitive.
And it gets you off the hook for the murder of your colleague.
Only when you've given me the gun you killed Birdy with.
And I want a cut of the gold.
Anything's possible, Tom.
You need to prove you didn't stand to gain from your husband's death.
You still need me, Olivia.
Don't ever forget it.
CAR ENGINE STARTS
What? What, you're just going to leave me here?
Walk. I did.
Morning, sir.
You OK? You look rougher than normal.
Oh, I was just up half the night trying
to work out where Dardis has gone.
Sir.
Judith, will you take a look at my terminal, please?
It's acting up. I can't get anything.
Will do, sir.
Niamh. Where's he?
Er... I don't know.
Something I should know about?
No, he's probably just on task. I'll give him a call now.
COMPUTER CHIMES
Birdy? It's me. I don't know what you're doing with,
um, your one, but could you
please stop and maybe come and do your job?
Whose location is he tracking?
OK, thanks. Bye.
What? He had a trace on the burner phone belonging
to Dardis. Let me see if I can take a look.
Tom, do you know where he is? Tom?
Yeah? Where's Birdy?
I don't know.
It's grand, I can log in to the location software from here.
The signal looks like it came from
a location just outside Castlewellan.
Get out there now. Boss?
Yeah, let's go.
IntHub says the address we're headed to belongs to
a mining business called Gemicore.
This mine's been out of use for a few years.
Perfect hiding place, then. Support's not far away.
We don't know if this is the only entrance.
What's on your mind?
We should see if he's there. We're sitting ducks here anyway.
If something goes wrong and Jackie finds out...
Ach, I'll have your back, sir. Please.
Don't pick today to be cautious. I can't let Dardis away again.
Boss?
The files belong to Colin Foyle.
Get Birdy to set up a team to go through them.
When he shows up.
That has to be the weapon Dardis used.
Wouldn't bet against it.
Why is it in the same place as the files?
We have to talk to Mrs Foyle again, sir.
Did your husband ever talk about going to Castlewellan?
Er... I mean, sure, it's nearby.
There's an iron mine there.
Really?
He didn't mention it?
As far as I'm aware,
he didn't own a hard hat and a pickaxe, no.
The mine is disused.
We found files there relating to his illegal activity.
Really?
Also an M24 rifle we believe to be the weapon used in
the murder of your husband. Oh, my God.
We found it because Rob Dardis
activated his phone in that location.
Colin's work and the murder weapon in the same place?
I don't understand.
Someone else had to have known about the mine.
Dardis.
Or that's the proof you need, isn't it?
That he's the one that murdered my husband?
PHONE RINGS
We've a way to go yet.
Excuse me.
Go ahead, sir.
So Rob Dardis' phone helps your lot locate
the murder weapon,
but you're the only one who knew where the rifle was.
So you have Rob's phone.
How did you get it? Where's Rob?
I don't know.
I recovered it from his father's house when we arrested him.
And you didn't tell anyone?
I wanted to see if there was anything on it
that would lead to the gold.
And what was on it?
OK, thanks, sir. Bye.
Nothing.
That was Jackie. Er, Mrs Foyle,
the mine we've been talking about belonged to
a former client of your husband's, a Hugo McNamara.
I believe the DCI has already spoken to you about him.
Has he?
Oh, I... I think he has, yes.
I believe I told him that I knew nothing about the man.
Isn't that right, Tom?
It's clear Colin Foyle took advantage of
a location he knew would be undisturbed.
Er, Hugo McNamara's Alzheimer's is in its late stages.
His former COO, Martin Chepstow,
said that all his property is in limbo until after he dies.
KNOCKING
What?
Birdy's car has been located, sir. It doesn't sound good.
Niamh. Over there, sir.
No, no, no, no, no! Niamh.
No, no! Niamh. No!
Niamh. No, no! Don't! It's a crime scene.
..Later rely on in court... Please don't. Birdy, please don't do this.
It may harm your defence. Anything you do say will...
Don't do this, son! Don't fucking do this!
Great shot. Right down the middle.
Ah. Here comes the 19th hole. You go on ahead. I'll follow.
Next time you want to see me, could you warn me about the terrain?
You bring me what I want?
Surely there's some other recreational activities you're into.
I'm not one for pick-up lines, Mrs Foyle. Where's my gold?
I don't have it. Who does?
My detective. Why?
It's safer. I'm under investigation.
Let me get this straight.
You gave a dirty cop all of my gold.
He'll do what he's told. Oh, will he?
I have something on him,
which is good for you and me for now.
You're gambling with my gold, Mrs Foyle. I don't like that.
It'll work.
For your sake, I hope it does.
So, when can you expect to get it back from him?
Well, we haven't agreed that yet.
An unknown quantity with an unspecified amount of time.
This just gets better.
I'm in control.
No, Mrs Foyle. I'm in control. You will get me my gold.
I know. I just need a little bit more time.
No more time.
I'm not asking for much. I just want to know
the police aren't investigating me while they try
and collect seven bars of gold.
That's something you should have thought about already.
I'll play you for it.
Play me for? More time.
A little desperate, don't you think?
One hole to decide.
You're gambling again. Why are you so determined to stall?
What's the matter? You scared?
Leah.
The marks on the road look like
a body has been dragged from the vehicle.
They stop abruptly, suggesting it was then loaded into another vehicle,
but there are no obvious tracks.
And not a camera for miles.
What was he doing here?
Do you...
Do you think the body is Birdy's?
I honestly don't know. It's his car.
No sign of his radio or phone,
but his belongings are still inside. It doesn't look good.
Do you want to take a wee minute?
No. I do not.
All but one of the six shots was fired into
the driver's side from a position in front of the windscreen.
Shot number six was fired into the passenger side.
There were two targets in the car?
Hard to say. Could just be a stray round.
Of the six that punctured the windscreen,
two are unaccounted for somewhere in the car
and one is in the seat itself.
Judging by the blood and tissue,
it looks like that one has gone through the driver's body.
Do you think we'll have enough to identify the weapon?
Oh, aye, if it's been used before. The rifling on the rounds recovered
and the terminal ballistics will tell CIFEX everything that they
need to know. Any casings?
Looks like they've been collected.
A professional job, then.
Or someone who knows what we look for, at least.
Boss. Um,
we need to shift whatever resources we can from
the Dardis manhunt onto looking for Birdy.
The fact that he's been moved means that he might still be alive.
Do it.
This is Ted. He's the club pro. You can use his clubs.
Ted, this is Mrs Foyle.
She's about to give us a lesson in hubris.
Hi, Ted.
They say this is the hardest hole on the course.
The dog leg, the bunkers, water hazard.
Great shot!
Thanks.
Shot.
Come on, Ted.
It's a long time since I lost an officer under my command.
Dear God, I hope today isn't one of those days.
And Birdy, of all people.
Birdy and Izzy are seeing each other.
Izzy Brannick? Uh-huh.
Jesus Christ! Does Tom know?
I don't think so.
Call her, will you? Only spare her the details.
Just say he's missing and we're looking for him.
I hope whoever did this is dead before I get to them.
Where'd you learn to play, Mrs Foyle?
Oh, my dad used to take me out when I was younger.
Well, I know that's not true. You never knew your father.
Had some people check you out.
So, what else have you learnt about me?
You were raised by
a single mum in a poor neighbourhood.
You worked your ass off to put yourself through school.
If we were on a chat show, I'd be crying right now.
Don't be a dick. I forget.
In my country, that would be a matter of pride,
but here, you keep it secret.
You're nothing in America without money.
Is that why you want the gold, Olivia?
So you can go back to New York as something?
Ah! I can play this ball, can't I? It's in bounds.
No. It's out of bounds.
What?
Two-stroke penalty.
Ah, come on. Let me play the ball.
You can't. It's out of bounds.
Come on, Ted, that's not fair.
I feel like you might be learning something here.
Are you sure? I'm sure.
Are you absolutely sure?
I admire your perseverance, Olivia,
but you need to recognise when you're beaten.
That ball is out of bounds.
Good. Because it's yours. Tailor-made.
Mine's a Srixon. It's over there, on the fairway.
Was that a two-stroke penalty, was it? Yeah?
SHE CHUCKLES
Well done, Mrs Foyle.
Thank you, Ted.
Yeah, thank you, Ted. I'll see you back at the clubhouse.
See you up there. Mrs Foyle.
So, you'll give me more time?
I mean, you could always use it to improve your game.
Oh, don't worry. I won't give up my day job.
We'll play it your way. You bring me my gold,
and no-one ever knows I'm here.
Ah!
And if you fail...
Argh!
Well, you're not going to fail, are you?
No.
SHE GASPS
Good.
That's good.
Excuse me, ladies. I'm looking for Davy.
He's just over there.
Oh, thank you.
How's it going?
Hi. Er, sorry, we haven't met. I'm Olivia, a friend of Rob's.
OK.
He used to drive for me.
Is he OK?
I was going to ask you the same thing.
We had peelers in here, saying he'd gone missing.
Yeah, they came to see me too.
I'm worried that he's fallen foul of someone.
Who?
An American.
I think Rob took one look at him and saw an opportunity.
How much of an opportunity?
North of four mil. And it's all gold.
Rob always said he could trust you. Is that right?
Let's have a talk in the back.
What was the plan, Noel?
Colin cuts me out of the will and you get a handsome pay-off?
He said you agreed to it.
Hm! I want a copy.
Oh, I can't.
Probate hasn't been granted yet. Stephen and Louise...
You grabbed my arse at a party four months ago.
I never.
Did you tell your wife? Because I was good enough not to.
I am not afraid of you.
What about the police? Do you think they'd be interested
to know what my husband was paying you for,
in cash, over all these years? Because he kept records.
He had a ledger in his car. The police have it,
but they don't know what it means. But I do.
Come on, Noel.
Much better to deal with me than
the man that follows in my footsteps.
Get air support to cover the coastline,
all the way down from Killard to Ballyquintin.
Sir?
I've managed to obtain a copy of Colin Foyle's will,
in which you will find that, with my client's consent,
she was written out of any major inheritance.
See here, on the 29th of January?
Says you still stand to gain £100,000.
A comparatively small sum when put alongside
Mrs Foyle's own private assets.
Wouldn't you agree?
Why would you consent to be written out of the will?
My client wanted to avoid any conflict with
the children of Colin Foyle
and agreed that her husband's estate should be split down the middle
and shared between them.
You're unusually quiet.
I've done more than enough talking in this room.
I think it's time for my lawyer to do what I pay him to do.
I also have in my possession
a payment order from Noel Timoney to a Robert Dardis
which Mr Timoney paid on his client's behalf.
You'll see that Colin had Timoney pay Dardis
a considerable sum of money two days before he died.
Again, it's £100,000.
I thought you said that wasn't a lot of money.
I said it was a comparatively small amount for my client,
but for a man like Robert Dardis, well,
I can only imagine it was life-changing.
Can I ask how you got hold of this information?
No. You were right, though. I don't want to speculate,
but perhaps Mr Dardis looked at the £100,000 bequeathed
to him by my client's late husband
and thought he could take more by force.
For someone who doesn't want to speculate, that's very specific.
The clear inference is that
Mr Dardis got greedy and wanted more.
We have evidence to suggest that a considerable amount
of illegal gold was in Colin Foyle's possession at
the time of his death.
The fact that it was illegal
and kept secret would mean that it wasn't covered by
the will. Is that right?
This is the first that we've heard of any gold.
Am I right?
If it's illegal then, yes,
it would be outside the parameters of the will.
So your client still has a substantial motive.
Unless you have £4.5 million in another account
that you want to show us?
But you're assuming that my client knew about this gold,
which we've just established she did not.
This document is more than enough to make
a compelling case for my client
and remove any motive you might otherwise seek to furnish her with.
Why are we only seeing it now?
Up until recently, the idea that I was
a suspect has been laughable,
but now I realise no-one here has a sense of humour.
Where were you last night?
I was at Mr Boyd's house. Can you prove it?
Yes. I have a taxi receipt there and back.
Why do you ask?
Because one of our officers is missing,
and his car was found beside St Theresa's Church
with six bullet holes in the windscreen.
Oh, my God!
Surely you don't suspect my client?
Your client has been
a person of interest since her husband's murder.
He's buried at St Theresa's Church.
What was your officer doing there?
We don't know that.
Could this be Dardis? Am I safe?
It's hard to say.
Why did you go see him last night?
To supply him with the documents and to discuss my case.
Your case?
I'm considering taking out a harassment case against the PSNI.
I think the courts would be
interested to hear what I have to say.
Er, can you wait for me outside?
That's enough, isn't it? To keep the suspicion off me?
Maybe. Do we have a deal?
Fine.
What's going on?
Just make sure your lot stop investigating me.
So forensics have recovered fingerprints belonging
to Robert Dardis from the M24 rifle.
But even with the utmost speed, ballistics will still need time
to come back with anything.
But now Leah is pretty confident that the rifle matches
the bullet from Foyle's murder.
Olivia Foyle is entirely self-serving.
Oh? What happened to being misunderstood?
Yeah, but I still don't know if she's guilty.
When the evidence is stacked up, what have we got?
What's her motive? She's no inheritance.
Her husband's driver double-crossed him and did a runner with the gold.
Look at how she's behaved, though.
Like I say, I don't like her.
But a fucking harassment case? She's some neck.
Yeah, well, knowing her, I'm not surprised by it. Jesus, no.
We have to stop treating her as
a person of suspicion in her husband's murder.
But she has proved beyond doubt that she cannot be trusted.
I'm inclined to agree with Niamh.
Yeah, and I don't disagree, but you're the one who's always on
to me about treading carefully.
You know that the right thing to do now is
to say that we're not looking for anyone else,
that we only suspect Robert Dardis.
You can't be serious!
She's coming after us with a harassment case.
And if we step out of line, it'll give her
even more fucking rope to hang us with.
Short of checking with Noel Timoney that all this is legit,
there's nothing we can do. But we will check with Timoney.
OK.
I cannot be the only one...
What we say and what we do are two entirely different things, Niamh.
There's no way we're going to lay off her if there's
the slightest chance that she's involved.
We just have to be smarter about how we go about it. Agreed?
Sir.
Niamh?
Sir.
Leah. Sir.
What's going on? As we searched
the graveyard, it became clear that this grave had been disturbed.
It belongs to Michelle Foyle.
Disturbed?
The top had been removed and something hidden underneath.
Judging by the pressure marks left on
the top layer of soil, I'd say we're looking at
the place your missing gold bars were hidden - at least for a time.
Birdy was on to it.
Sir? Where do you get
to if you keep driving past this church?
The yacht club.
Dardis and Colin Foyle weren't going to the yacht club
to sail the gold out. They didn't make it that far.
They were coming here to hide it.
Then Dardis shot Foyle.
Yeah. I mean, there was no rush to move the gold.
Dardis was the only one that knew of its whereabouts.
Birdy must have stumbled on him as he was trying
to recover it last night.
Niamh?
If Dardis hadn't have gotten away, this wouldn't have happened.
You don't know that. This isn't your fault.
Birdy was taking a risk being here alone.
He should have let us know what he was up to.
Then why didn't he? Birdy's no eejit.
Maybe he didn't know what he was on to.
Birdy's good at his job. I mightn't have told him that,
but why didn't he let us know?!
Izzy, this isn't a good time.
I called her. Why did you do that?
Have yous found Birdy yet?
We're looking for him. How do you know about Birdy?
I'll give you two some privacy.
Has she not told you?
Told me what?
Sir.
Me and Birdy, we've been seeing each other.
It hasn't been long, but it's serious, you know.
What?
We both felt like... We wouldn't have done it
if we both didn't feel something.
I'm sorry that you had to find out like this.
Why didn't you tell me?
Well, we were going to, at dinner last night,
but then Birdy cancelled. What is it, Daddy?
Why didn't you tell me?
Daddy?
Birdy's car was discovered a few hours ago
with bullet holes in the windscreen.
There's no sign of Birdy himself, but...
..it doesn't look good.
No... No.
Izzy, I'm so sorry.
No, I'm not going to... This is not going to happen.
Izzy! No, no, no.
Izzy! Birdy should have been with me!
We should have been together, telling you about us,
hoping that you would be happy for us,
but he felt like he couldn't because of this fucking job!
Izzy, I didn't...
How can you keep doing this when it takes
so much from you?
I need you to swear to me that you will find Birdy.
Darling, I can't... Yes, you can. Swear it.
I am not going to lose every person that means something
to me. I need you
to promise me that you're going to find Birdy
and you'll bring him home to me.
It's my fault.
Don't be stupid.
You said so yourself...
..after Dardis disappeared, I let it happen.
I... I spoke out of turn.
It looks like Dardis shot at Birdy.
If we still had him in custody, that wouldn't have happened.
Well, there were many contributing factors.
I think...
..I'm responsible for Birdy being in the wrong place.
I was working on something on my own...
..in an office in the basement.
Goliath.
I found Birdy looking at my work.
Why? I don't know, but I...
I'm well aware of how you feel about it
and I told him to leave it alone.
Do you think he was on to something?
I didn't ask.
And you telling him to go away,
you think that forced him to go off on his own?
Where does Goliath fit in to Birdy's disappearance?
The gold.
So the likelihood is that Dardis pulled the trigger?
They've been working on Birdy's computer for hours.
They say there's nothing unusual or out of place.
They haven't found anything that points to Goliath.
Birdy was working the case.
I'd say he turned up at that church,
not realising that he was in over his head.
If he had suspected it,
there's no way he wouldn't have told us.
I know that young man. And if it was Dardis shot him,
then it's our job to go and find the bastard.
Sir.
Why is this happening? Is it a case that Birdy's on?
I can't say. Course you can.
Izzy, it would be wrong of me to draw conclusions with
the little we have.
So what do we do now?
We keep going.
Like you did when Mummy went missing?
Yeah.
But I want to find Birdy.
We all want to find Birdy, love.
There's a lot of people working on this.
What about his house? Have you been there?
Well, we sent a unit round. There was no response.
And did they go in?
Izzy, there was no need for a forced entry.
His belongings were found with his car.
And blood, too. Darling, I'm so sorry.
I want to go to his house. Izzy. Please.
Do you have a key?
No. But he...
He leaves one with his next-door neighbour.
Why do you want to go?
I've got some stuff there,
and what if he's come home?
He might have come home. Please, Daddy.
Birdy?
He's not here, love.
Do you want to go and grab your things?
You have one saved message. Saved message.
BEEP
I didn't, I didn't, I just didn't want to do this in a message.
Er, we can't... I can't meet your dad tonight.
We...
Something's just come up at work and it's just stressful,
you know, and it's just not the right time.
I... I'm sorry. I know you'll be upset,
and I'll... I'll make it up to you.
Look, I'll talk...
I'll talk to you a bit later, OK? All right, I love...
Some of Birdy's work things. I'm going to take them in.
They might be important.
Birdy's not a threat to anyone.
I know.
I mean, who would even... Why would they...?
Must be a hostage or something, like,
I just know it. And you just... You have to find him.
We're looking. Really?
Because right now we're here.
Well, like I say, it's a big operation.
Why aren't you on it?
I'm here, with you, making sure you're OK.
Have you given up on him?
No. Because you can't.
I know. I won't let you. I know.
And it just feels like he's on your team
and, if you're here, then who's looking for him?
Er, would you rather I got someone else to come and look after you?
Daddy, I would rather you were tearing the place apart, trying to find my boyfriend!
Yeah, yeah, it'll be OK, it'll be OK.
But how do you know that?
He loves you.
What?
He admires you. Thinks you're the greatest.
And when he talks about you,
it's like a wee boy talking about his hero.
I love hearing that.
Because I love you. And you will find him.
No, run me through it again.
You're saying Birdy's computer is clean?
Yes, Sarge.
So clean, like he never worked on it?
He probably used an external hard drive, Sarge.
Well, where's that?
Take care of yourself now. Thank you.
Is that your camera?
No, no, that belongs to work. I need to take it back.
Will I come up? What?
Well, Jackie and Niamh have everything under control, you know.
They know I want to be with you and make sure you're OK.
I'll be OK.
Look, I'll be back looking for Birdy in the morning.
It's important I'm with you now.
BEEPING, VIBRATING
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Please leave a message.
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Davy, it's Olivia. Where are you? Have you...
Have you done it yet? Call me back.
PHONE RINGS
Hello, Olivia.
Ryan.
Have you opened the box?
Problem with choosing a body part is your being sure of
the person it came from.
I need you to take a careful look.
I need you to recognise the man you sent to kill me.
I will do whatever you want.
Oh, I know you will.
And you'll start by telling me everything about that cop of yours.
I need to know. Tell me.
I've been going to counselling.
What?
I talk to someone an hour a week. It helps.
We don't need to talk about this now.
I want to.
I want you to know.
Why?
Because it means something to me. Like Birdy does.
And I don't want to keep these things secret from you.
Have I not been there for you?
Always.
It's just that there's some things counselling can do that you can't.
Like what?
Help me understand my life...
..what's going on in my head.
Nearly everything good has come from you.
I know that in so many ways I'm just like you.
That means I have your darkness.
I think Birdy can see that.
But he makes everything better.
If something's happened to Birdy, I'll find who did it
and I'll kill them.
I need to know. Tell me.
Well, he has a daughter.