Bloodlands - Second Season

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.

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?

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?

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...

SHE SOBS

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.

DOOR CLOSES

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?