Borderline

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.

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.

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.

Sir, there's something in the grass.

Just there, in the corner.

Can you move closer? Yes, sir.

There's our driver.

Is he dead?

Hard to tell. He's not moving.

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.

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.

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?

He's burnt to a crisp.

Paramedics can rest easy.

An exit wound.

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

Hear that?

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

Regan!

For God's sake!

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. 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.

Bridget Murray? Yeah?

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

Yeah.

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!

Mandy?

Mandy? 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?

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?

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.

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.

Do you think they know?

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.

So, Fred worked here for the last seven years.

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

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?

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.

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.