Borderline

How are you? You visiting, yeah?

Beautiful here, isn't it?

God's own country which means you must be an angel on holidays.

Seriously? Tell me, what's your name, angel?

Buy me a pint and I might tell you.

Yeah? Orla!

Gonna be a busy one.

Tell me about it.

So far, I've had nuns, unicorns and vampires in the car.

Vampires? You'd better keep the garlic handy!

Please be seated.

Uh-huh? Understood.

What time is high tide?

OK. I'm on my way.

What are you doing?

I have to go.

It's Sunday.

Who's C? No one.

Can I have your number?

No.

Judging by what she's wearing, I'd say she was in a hen party last night.

No doubt south of the border in Drumbay.

You know what that place is like on weekends.

I don't. Really?

Funnily enough, constable, I don't get invited to many hen parties.

No, sir. It's mental.

Stags, too. It's big business for the town.

Any missing persons reports? Not according to Garda Siochana.

The Garda been informed? Yes, sir. They're sending someone over.

In fact, that might be her.

Done some walks of shame in my time, but this one's the muddiest.

Christ! Look at my shoes!

Detective?

DI Regan, Garda Siochana

DCI Boyd. This is Constable Shakir.

Pleased to meet you. No, you're not.

Excuse me?

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

Last time I was north of the border,

Ireland won the Eurovision and you were still in Europe.

So, let's just dispense with the niceties and get this over with ASAP, OK?

As you wish. Detective Ormonde, our FMO.

She's been in the water about five or six hours.

Several significant head injuries

that suggest she was hit by a blunt object in a frenzied attack.

There are grip marks on the wrist,

indicating she attempted to escape her attacker.

We reckon she entered the water near Drumbay.

The current would have swept her in this direction,

crossing the border, which runs down the middle of the lough.

Drumbay, hen capital of Ireland. Presumably, that's why I'm here. Any ID?

No phone, bag, purse. Nothing.

Probably all out there somewhere. Tell me, Detective Boyd.

On weekends, when you dress up as a French maid, do you carry a handbag?

I don't do fancy dress. You surprise me(!)

May I?

Ma'am?

When I went clubbing at her age... Oh, happy days!

..I carried my ID so I could buy alcohol.

Never took a bag. Kept my card in my pants.

You wore pants? You surprise me(!)

Touché.

Not pants, but close enough.

Sinead Connolly from Sligo.

She's one of ours.

OK, sergeant, text me the address.

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

I'll go down there and talk to them.

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

You want to come to Drumbay?

On our side of the border? If I may.

Whatever. Try and keep up.

I'll do the talking, OK? Down here you're outside your jurisdiction.

Fair enough.

Detective Regan, Garda Siochana.

This is Detective Boyd from the Police Service of Northern Ireland.

Are you with Sinead Connelly? Yeah, but she's not awake yet.

None of them are. Why, are they in trouble?

Can we?

You spent the evening together in town drinking

then came back in a taxi about what time?

Two. Two-thirty.

Then what?

Er... A nightcap.

To our hen.

And her cock!

And then we went to bed, except Sinead.

She went for a smoke. Alone?

Yeah. She's the only one who smokes.

Her husband Sean has been trying to get her to quit. They're trying for a baby.

Were.

Does he know?

Yeah. That's how we learnt she was staying here.

He's on his way to formally identify the body.

Excuse me.

They were real close.

When Sinead went out for a smoke, was she still wearing heels?

Yeah, and a jacket.

Do you have a photo?

Did any of you do any drugs? No. We just drank.

This jacket.

Give me your mobile.

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

so stay put till you hear from me.

I'll speak to Joe. Joe?

Joe Dooley, he's the owner. He just lives in the farmhouse across the way.

Where's Sinead's bedroom? Up the stairs, first door on the right.

Sorry for your loss.

Liars!

I told you not to speak.

Actually, what you said was, "I'll do the talking." I never agreed not to speak.

What are you doing?

I'm just trying to get a broader understanding of our victim.

OK, stop, listen up. You're in the Republic of Ireland now.

Down here, you're not a cop. You're a nobody, just another member of the public.

A very irritating member of the public. They're hiding something.

At least, Sinead was. Don't make me arrest you.

Charlotte said Sinead and her husband were trying to start a family.

Clearly, Sinead didn't get the memo.

Gimme.

We'll take it from here.

I'll be in touch about repatriating the body.

It has been a blast(!)

What do you mean "repatriating the body"?

Sinead was an Irish citizen.

What happened to her happened on this side of the border.

It was purely by chance she ended up in the North.

I only agreed to let you tag along to be nice.

You can do nice, can you?

A body washes up on our shore, we've a duty to investigate.

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

How do you propose doing that without a body?

I never understood why you lot only have DI and not DCI.

I mean, we're the same rank, but I get to call myself Chief.

Where the hell is she? It's Sunday.

That means she probably wasn't expecting to be in.

So, Chief, were you at church? Yes, why do you ask?

Like to know what I'm dealing with. Were you?

Born again atheist. At least you're not a Catholic.

DI Regan.

Chief Superintendent James Casey from the PSNI.

Detective.

And you must be DCI Boyd? Yes, ma'am.

Good to see you, Philip. How's the family?

Good, thank you, sir.

Forgive me, I was bogeying the ninth hole when I got the call.

Much appreciated, James. Right, let's go.

He's talking about golf. Thanks(!)

The victim lived in Sligo and is an Irish citizen.

Her husband, Sean, is on his way to identify the body.

Which is in Galgorm Hospital mortuary,

awaiting a PM. Which, in my view...

Yes, Regan, we all know what your views are.

So, here's the deal.

Given the new world we live in, Belfast and Dublin want this investigation

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

Which, as you know, hasn't always been as good as it could be.

That's an understatement.

What do you mean by "new world"?

Post-Brexit.

We want to demonstrate that it will not impact negatively

on crime detection or clear-up rates.

However, given, shall we say, "political sensitivities",

we want to keep this arrangement informal.

Oh, so you mean "secret".

Need to know. How will this even work?

Who's senior investigating officer?

You both are. Both?

Here in the South, it will be you, Regan.

In the North, Detective Boyd.

Any other logistical details, you can iron out between you.

OK, so, I'll inform Sean that our investigation into his wife's death

is a showcase exercise to show what good neighbours we are.

See what I mean?

Regan, you will work closely with Detective Boyd on this case

or so help me, I will showcase your arse straight back to Dublin.

Understand?

Yes, boss.

Your man can shove that idea up his ninth hole!