Just up here.
Right, let's set her down.
One, two, three.
On your knees, both of you!
Don't turn round!
Put your tools down and get on your knees!
- Easy, young man. - Do it!
No!
Jesus.
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- Sir, Niamh. - Leah.
We think he's been here about 12 hours.
The round entered through his upper back, exited through his chest.
- Has the body been moved? - Not that we can see.
And the shot itself? Was it up close or from a distance?
Doesn't look like a contact shot,
but otherwise there's no telling how far away they were, not yet.
That's the only other footprint we found near him that wasn't his own
or from the person who discovered him.
We'll check it against the database.
Could just be a gumboot from a walker made before the shooting.
Best for us to take a look, though.
Right.
- Any sign of the bullet? - Not yet.
- No phone on him, no? - No.
Driving licence has him as Mr Colin Foyle.
An address at Lissern Abbey.
- Birdy. - Sir.
This is Mr and Mrs Ford.
How do you do? I'm DCI Tom Brannick.
I'm sorry you had to come across this.
I wouldn't let her anywhere near it.
You could see the blood. Twenty-twenty vision, you see.
What time was this?
9:53. I checked my watch.
And there was no-one else around?
You don't get too many out at that time in the morning.
Mmm.
- OK. - Boss.
Erm... Birdy, will you see if you can get Mr and Mrs Ford
a wee cup of tea?
- Sir. - Thanks.
Colin Foyle's an accountant.
We've a liaison officer out to his next of kin,
but she says he no longer lives at 19 Craigavel Road.
He moved two weeks ago.
What about calling his office?
He's registered from home, sole trader.
Get out to the estate agents, the solicitor.
Someone has to have a forwarding address.
Sir.
Judith, are you there?
- Aye, Sarge. - Erm, what company sold the house?
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Forwarding address for Colin Foyle is Curran Isle.
They completed on the house just two weeks ago.
£1.9 million.
I should have been an accountant.
Constable Kenny. Are you the FLO?
I am indeed, sir. They shine a spotlight in the sky, I come running.
How's yourself?
Not too bad, Judith. What's the situation?
It's just Mrs Foyle here. Olivia's her name.
This is quite the place for two people.
You're telling me.
He has two grown kids from the first marriage,
but they're both across the water.
- This is wife number two? - Only married 18 months.
She reported him missing last night.
They were supposed to meet for dinner, but he never showed up.
- Who did she talk to? - The duty officer in Dunfolan.
He told her what you'd expect.
You know, wait until morning, he's not a missing person
- for 24 hours, just the usual. - OK.
I've let her know that her husband's
been involved in a serious incident,
that we're waiting on further information.
Nothing else?
I wasn't told anything else, Sarge.
Just to establish contact with the families,
- make sure everyone was safe. - Grand. Where is she?
Mrs Foyle?
Well?
Please, no more assurances. Just tell me what's happening.
I'm sorry to inform you that your husband is dead.
What? How?
- He was shot. - Someone shot him?
Mrs Foyle, I'm... I'm very sorry.
This is your fault. This is your fault.
- No, Mrs Foyle... - I told you. I told you he was missing.
Mrs Foyle...
Erm...
Mrs Foyle, you were meant to be meeting
your husband for dinner, is that right?
Yeah.
Erm...
He was going to be coming into town
and when he didn't show up, that's when I called the police.
Straight away?
No. I tried his phone first, obviously.
Mmm. Where was dinner?
It was at Benetti's. It's in Belfast.
Mmm. I know it.
What do you do for a living?
Oh, well, I was in M&A in New York.
That's mergers and acquisitions.
But I haven't really worked since I moved back here to Ireland,
about 18 months ago.
Where in the south are you from?
Dublin.
And your husband,
he was an accountant?
Mmm.
He was...
..successful?
Colin, er, isn't...
He wasn't, erm...
He wasn't big on spoiling himself,
so I was the one that encouraged him to get this house.
How come?
New beginnings.
His first wife died. Did you know that? Of cancer.
I, er, I didn't want...
..I didn't want him to live with those memories.
Do you know who his clients were?
No, not really. Erm...
He was a specialist. Erm, it was...
I mean, there weren't many.
Mainly, erm, local CEOs and executives.
Sir.
The DCS is here, sir.
Which one's the fucking door?
Will you excuse me for a moment?
What are you doing here, Jackie?
I've just heard that your victim is a man named Colin Foyle.
We could have updated you at the station.
Aye, but Colin Foyle, the accountant?
Do you have an interest in the case?
The Colin Foyle I knew wouldn't have put his head above the parapet
with a house like this.
I should go and talk to Michelle, poor woman.
Michelle Foyle died...
..sir.
The new wife is called Olivia.
There's a new wife?
She's inside?
- How do you know him? - I was a client of his.
- Long time ago now. - How long?
16 years.
Must be 2006 since I saw him last.
Is there something the matter?
Mrs Foyle, my condolences.
I'm Detective Chief Superintendent Jack Twomey.
I was once a client of your husband's.
Oh... Oh, I see.
When the news came through, I came to...
To see his wife.
Well, that's correct.
Michelle.
Well, thank you, and I'm...
..sorry to disappoint.
For the love of God.
This shooting looks like a proper job, Jackie.
Right.
What can you tell us about him?
Well, Tom, he certainly has a story, that's for sure.
There's a reason things ended between us the way they did.
Mrs Foyle, we've just been informed that in July 2006
an armed gang stole £11 million from the Irish Savings Bank in Belfast.
Your husband was questioned
in relation to that robbery
about possible money laundering.
Yeah, I believe so, but it was before we met.
He actually said he took it as a compliment
because they were only questioning
the half decent accountants in the country!
You, erm...
You say you didn't really know his clients, though.
Do you think Colin worked for terrorists?
Oh, I didn't say anything about...
And I know enough about it to know who they think did that robbery.
OK.
Do you think your husband worked for terrorists?
My Colin...
..was an honest...
..hard-working gentleman.
Detective Chief whatever shows up
and suddenly it sounds like my Colin is at fault?
I, erm...
..I apologise. That wasn't my intention.
Mrs Foyle, did your husband have an office
that we could take a wee look at?
Yeah, down the hall.
This wouldn't have happened if you lot had acted sooner.
Yes, it would.
Your husband was in a secluded place at night.
The likelihood is that his killer was waiting for him.
You think she's right?
He worked for terrorists?
Oh, God.
Sometimes when people deal with terrorists,
they don't actually meet their clients.
Your husband didn't talk about any unusual means of communication?
Markers?
Burner phones?
- No. - What about codewords, or, erm...
..code names?
I need a glass of water, so...
That car.
Do you know who that is?
No.
Are you sure?
Yeah. I have no idea.
Niamh.
Judith!
I'm going to need you to turn your engine off.
Shit. Judith, stop the car! Stop the car!
Tiny, stop the car, stop the car.
Stop, police!
Shit!
Tiny!
Tiny! Are you all right?
Index from Sierra Romeo four five.
We need a vehicle check on a black BMW saloon,
VRN Uniform, Echo, Zulu, three, two, eight, one,
headed southeast from Curran Isle.
I want the details circulated and the vehicle stopped on sight.
Call me back as soon as you have it.
He's managed to shake us.
McGovern.
Uh-huh.
OK. Grand, thanks.
Got a Belfast address.
The driver's called Robert Dardis.
He rents the car from his employer, Belfast Executive Cars.
How long will that take us?
Erm... 30 minutes?
- Birdy. - Boss.
Birdy, we've lost the car we were after.
We're heading to an address in Belfast.
Uniform have been on to me.
The address you have is for an executive car service in the city.
Yeah, we know that. The employee is a Robert Dardis. We're on our way.
Dardis hasn't reported in today.
The company say it would be best to try him at home,
which is in Dunfolan.
Are you sure?
Aye. I've just sent you on his address there now.
Crow Park Estate.
- There's something else. - Go ahead.
Robert Dardis is an ex-soldier.
Sierra Romeo four five from Uniform, over.
Go ahead.
Units inbound, figures one zero minutes.
Hold your position.
Understood.
Suspect vehicle is not visible at this location.
Received. Wait out.
- Ten minutes? - We should stay put, sir.
McGovern. Go ahead.
Uh-huh.
Thanks a million. Bye. Bye.
Olivia Foyle was booked on a flight for this morning.
City Airport to London Heathrow then a connection to New York.
- Just her? - Yeah.
If we're looking for a motive there's one right in front of us.
The reasons spouses kill each other are ten a penny.
She has an alibi.
So she had help.
We were told to hold on, boss.
Try the doorbell.
Yes?
Sorry, big man.
Mum!
Who's this?
Erm... Detective Chief Inspector Tom Brannick.
What are you doing in my garden?
I'm sorry, ma'am. I'm sorry, son.
It's just I heard his football against the fence.
I thought it was...
You thought you'd scare a wee boy out of his wits?
He says you've a gun.
- Mrs Dardis... - I'm a police officer.
I don't care who you are! Leave.
What's my Robbie done?
We have a lead suspect. We're trying to find him.
This is Robert Dardis.
Sir, his wife, Sandra,
says she hasn't seen him since 5pm last night.
Well, I've just had a message to say
that her child is in need of counselling
because a PSNI officer threatened him with a gun.
I didn't threaten him.
I'm sure you didn't.
The FSNI have concluded their search
around the crime scene around Foyle's body,
and they've discovered a bullet, which they've sent off for analysis.
What are your thoughts?
The Foyles had just bought an expensive house, sir,
so money is front and centre.
But the method doesn't chime with a robbery.
After what you told us about the Irish Savings Bank investigation,
logic dictates that it's a paramilitary.
But I also told you that it was never proved.
You still ended your relationship with him.
I did.
Because senior officers who used his services were warned off him
and I do what I'm told.
As I said, it was 16 years since I was a client of his.
I think Mrs Foyle knows more than she's saying.
- What's the new one's name again? - Olivia.
They've only been married for 18 months.
She had a connecting flight booked this morning
to London then New York.
The house was bought in both their names, so she stands to inherit.
Well, that is interesting.
If she is involved then this cannot be the work of one person.
We have to track down Dardis.
All right. But check her movements as well.
These flights, her finances,
anything that puts her close to a motive.
- I'll look at paramilitaries. - What did I just say?
There was never any proof of that. No.
Eliminate her from the investigation.
Then we can talk about alternatives, if we have to.
Sir.
Niamh.
- Sir? - Hold on.
Shut the door.
What actually happened at the Dardis house?
The wee boy?
- I believe it's as the DCI said, sir. - Is that right?
We shouldn't have been in that situation in the first place.
I told him more than once
to wait for support.
And he had to behave like a fucking dinosaur.
Why doesn't that surprise me?
Once he'd made the decision he was screwed either way.
What were YOU doing?
I'm not his minder, sir.
Hey, watch it, you.
Jesus.
Just the other side of a lengthy investigation into his use
of lethal force and he...
..and he carries on like this.
Keep an eye on him. Let me know the moment he steps out of line.
Sir.
What was that all about?
Nothing. Wrong side of the bed. Where are you going?
- I've been thinking. - Dangerous.
If we are talking about getting to the bottom
of what Mrs Foyle is all about, maybe it would be easier
if one of us seems more sympathetic towards her.
Ah, I saw you holding her hand.
No, she held MY hand.
Why not me? I can be sympathetic.
You really think so?
- DCI Brannick, come in. - Good morning, Mrs Foyle.
I'm sorry to drop round so early.
No, it's, erm... I wasn't sleeping.
I was told you dismissed your Family Liaison Officer.
Yeah.
Are you sure you want to do that?
- Yeah. - OK.
We've identified the man who was here yesterday.
His name is Robert Dardis. He's missing.
Oh, I see.
He works as a driver out of an executive car company in Belfast.
Do you know him?
Erm, no.
But my husband used that service so maybe he's one of them,
I don't know.
You were meant to take a flight yesterday morning. Is that right?
Yeah.
To New York, to see my son.
You didn't order that car to take you to the airport, no?
Oh, erm...
Yeah, Colin must have done that.
I'm...
I'm so sorry.
You're not trying to pick holes in my story already, are you?
Why would you say that?
Well, because I know I'll be considered the easy option,
blame the wife.
There are witnesses who saw you at the restaurant.
Yeah.
And yet...
..if you can twist it that it is something between Colin and me,
it just keeps the politics out of it, doesn't it?
We were interrupted before.
When I was asking you about the people
that your husband worked with.
Erm, possible code names.
- Things like that. - Mmm-hmm.
Well...
..perhaps I was asking the wrong questions.
Maybe what I really wanted to know was...
..did your husband only do accounts?
As opposed to?
Well, did he buy and sell anything physical?
Did he hold on to items of value for clients?
Not that I know of.
You haven't heard anything that might have suggested that?
Where's your partner?
She, erm...
She doesn't need to be here.
Are you all right?
Yes, why?
Well, erm...
You seem sort of ill at ease, like you're tiptoeing around something.
I mean, you don't have to be nervous around me.
I had nothing to do with my husband's death.
But I will do anything to find his murderer.
Thank you for your time, Mrs Foyle.
Olivia.
Please.
We will find who did this.
You have my word.
It's on at a very reasonable price.
Houses around here used to sell for a lot less.
But what is it they say about a fool and his money?
- Seen enough? - Mmm.
Just give us a wee call if you've any questions.
Will do, thanks.
- All right. Bye. - Thanks.
You hate it.
I don't hate it.
I think it's...
Uh-huh.
..a lot like one of my crime scenes.
All we can do is put in our offer.
- You think it's too low? - She did say offers in excess of.
- Why don't we increase it then? - We can't.
Can we?
- I think we can. - Are you sure, Daddy?
Well, I'll have to look at what I've got, but, erm...
..aye.
You're sure?
I thought you were the one that wanted to be more independent.
I feel like that's the one thing that you took
- from that conversation. - No, no, no, I agree!
Erm, it's just, you know...
..it's hard for your poor oul dad!
Buy me breakfast and I'll get over it.
Parked just there.
My card's been denied.
Do you not have any money?
No, I do.
Or I will. I'm just waiting on my loan coming through.
Hmm.
Wait outside then.
- How's it going? - Grand.
I don't think we've ever talked.
No, but I've... I've noticed you.
I've seen you about, like.
Birdy.
I do know that.
Aye.
What has you driving Daddy?
I was coming up this morning anyway, so I was.
Our financial forensics office is up here.
It's just...
What do youse talk about in the car?
We don't.
You don't talk?
I mean, aye, about work stuff.
There's no, like... There's no craic.
Really?
Well, your dad's a wee bit terrifying.
Oh, but you're not.
How do you know?
What?
I'm having you on, Birdy.
What's going on?
Nothing.
- Will we go? - Uh-huh.
Thanks, Birdy.
Good luck.
Here.
This, erm... This'll tide you over.
- Daddy... - Come on.
Thank you.
Here he is.
You two still at it?
- It's complicated. - You need to sort that out.
He went out of his way to arrange this elective for me.
- Izzy, how are you, love? - I'm grand, Jackie. How are you?
Oh, not too shabby.
Thanks for organising this placement for her.
Soon as you asked, I knew I could help.
It's useful to have friends who owe you favours.
Thanks, Jackie. It means a lot.
This lady here runs the office. She'll show you around.
- See you later. - See you, love.
- Hi. - Good luck.
They'll look after her, don't worry.
Are you using Niamh to keep tabs on me?
Now why would I need to do that?
See you back in Dunfolan.
We've found a hidden compartment alongside the spare tyre casing
in Colin Foyle's car.
It's been put in professionally.
A complex system that would normally be opened
by a specific sequence in the car's electronics.
We're going to circumvent that.
That's all there is.
Have this submitted to evidence.
- Sir. - Thanks, Leah.
So much for our respectable accountant.
I guarantee he was moving dirty money.
Aye. But for who?
Financial forensics on Foyle look legit.
The house was bought off the back of a mixture of bonds and ISAs
he liquidated last month.
Are we taking a closer look
at where the money for these ISAs and bonds came from?
- Where we can, aye. - Mmm-hmm.
What about Dardis?
Company he works for not have GPS trackers in their vehicles?
They say they do, but they're having no luck finding him.
The technology they use isn't hard to disable.
Security Services say he's not on their watch list.
His 11 years in uniform is a clean sheet.
Two tours of Afghanistan, two in Iraq.
He's also a bouncer a few nights a week at a club in Belfast.
Which club?
- Angels. - You should go.
I hear they do a seniors' discount.
I ju...
Er, yeah, a few of the bouncers on the payroll have also done time.
Paramilitaries?
ODCs, two charges of GBH and one for robbery.
- What kind of robbery? - Non-domestic.
It's worth checking out.
You OK?
DCI Tom Brannick. This is DS Niamh McGovern.
Wondering if we could have a chat with you
about one of your employees, Robert Dardis?
Youse want to talk to Davy.
He knows the security lads better than me. Davy!
You think someone here, what, tried to recruit him?
Erm, we're investigating all possibilities.
Most of the lads who work the door are thick as champ,
and Robbie's only part-time.
His main job's as a driver for that posh car service.
Far as I can tell, he ferries rich people round the country.
Has he ever talked about any of his clients?
In what way?
We're interested in an accountant, recently moved to Curran Isle.
- A woman? - Why do you ask?
There's a woman client of his that moved up there, a few weeks back.
The way he talks about her, if he hasn't already,
I'd say he'd like to ride her like a stolen bike.
DCI Brannick.
Tom, please.
Any news?
Unfortunately not.
Do you mind if I take a walk round the property
to see if there's any areas of concern
- with regards to your security? - Yeah, of course.
Erm...
- Would you come with me? - Sure.
Why did you tell me you didn't know Robert Dardis?
We got the car company to submit their client logs.
He's been driving you around for five months.
Oh, erm...
Look, I lost my licence during the summer. It was...
..too many points and speeding and...
..Colin got Dardis, Rob, to just drive me about.
You said he didn't recognise him.
Didn't want anyone to get the wrong idea.
You do know you've made things worse for yourself, don't you?
I'm sorry.
You lied.
That's all people will see.
Everyone tells lies.
Not when they're being investigated.
Why did you want to know if Colin had a client
he'd never met before, Tom?
Are you keeping something from me?
Yes.
What is it?
I'm the policeman.
I ask the questions.
This is a warrant allowing us to conduct a search of your property.
We have to do our job.
I can't help you
if you don't tell me the truth.
You'll need to call your solicitor.
Sir.
Will we go, Sir?
Like a fly to shite, in walks the most expensive solicitor in town.
Thank you.
Mrs Foyle, you failed to disclose your connection to Robert Dardis.
In fact, you lied when asked if you knew him.
My client had not been cautioned for some...
The reason I didn't caution her
was because I believed I was talking to a witness,
someone I took at face value to be a grieving widow.
Now the enquiry has moved on.
- Are you insin... - No, please.
Tom went out of his way to make me not feel like a suspect.
I remind you that you ARE under caution now.
Robert Dardis has driven you from both your former
and current address for the last five months.
What was the purpose of these trips?
- Pleasure, mostly. - "Pleasure"?
A physical relationship?
Oh, you've got a vivid imagination.
Well, you are aware
that Rob Dardis is attracted to you?
He stares at me.
Do you encourage him?
What an old-fashioned question, Tom.
His staring became uncomfortable,
so I told him on our most recent trip
that the next one would be the last.
You mean the booking to take you to City Airport?
Yeah.
You were booked on a Flysure flight to New York via London
the day after your husband was murdered.
Yeah.
And you're making the two events appear connected.
What was the reason for your trip?
- To see my son. - For how long?
- Two weeks. - And just you?
You wouldn't have booked to go with your husband?
He isn't his son!
Look, the...
..dinner with Colin and I, it was meant to be...
It was meant to be our last dinner before I left.
I'm fine.
I don't know what else to say.
I'm telling you the truth.
- We'll have officers drive you home. - Thank you, but I'll get a cab.
She thinks she's going to get away with this.
The firearm used to kill Colin Foyle was an M24 sniper rifle,
American made, probably intended for military use.
Dardis has the army background
and we have a strong financial motive.
The new wife, the driver.
Either of them, or both.
Let's tighten the noose.
Niamh, a word.
Go, go, go, move!
Come on.
Quickly.
Quickly!
Jesus.
Fuck's sake.
Go straight home, OK?
I will, of course.
Curran Isle, is it, ma'am?
Actually, can we go to the Whiteside Industrial Estate, please?
Birdy.
Aye?
Have you had a look at this accounting ledger
- that came from Foyle's car? - No.
What does that look like to you?
A sort code.
Or a date.
That date's come up before.
And what's this?
Why didn't the DCI flag this?
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