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SHIP HORN BLARES

DOOR SLAMS

Who's there?

MEN SHOUT

Stop that man!
- Hey! Come back here!

Come here.

- MEN SHOUT

ECHOING SHOUTS

HORN BLARES

DOOR HANDLE SQUEAKS

SHE GASPS

Come with me.

Take this.

- Where is Hassan? Where...?
- Sh, sh.

Be quiet.

Cover your eyes and come with me.

Good. Take my hand.

Stand up.

SHE BREATHES DEEPLY

- Where is my husband?

- Move fast and be quiet.
- Where is Hassan?
- Keep on moving.

DOOR SLAMS

TYRES SQUEAL, HORN BLARES

SHE BREATHES DEEPLY

SHE WEEPS

ENGINE TURNS OVER

CAR RADIO PLAYS

SIREN WAILS

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

LOCK CLICKS

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

MUSIC PLAYS

Oh, good evening, Grace.

- I'm surprised to see you here.
- Oh?

- I didn't think you could afford a
ticket.

- SHE CHUCKLES

I see your sense of humour hasnae
changed one bit.

You know, she's never forgiven me for
being head girl at school.

- GRACE COUGHS

- Detective Chief Inspector MacMillan.

- You were friends?

- We...drifted apart, I suppose you
might say.

- Aye.

I suppose you might.

- His wife, Ruth.

- Oh. I'm, er, I'm loving your work,
by the way.

- Sorry?
- Oh, the wee mushroomy things were
spectacular.

- Oh, thanks. The bistro's branching
into more corporate events.

- Congratulations.

- Tonight's refreshments are provided
free of charge

by the McFadden Family Group.

It's our contribution.

- And all you ask for in return is
that the McFadden Family Group

get first dibs on any investment
opportunities.

- We've put a proposal together.

- As have most people here.

- It's just the way the world works,
eh?

If you'll excuse me.

- Please, take all the time you need.

- MacMillan.

I'll be right there.

Bart.

- Good evening, DS Bartlett, I think
you mean.

- Sorry. It's just a bit noisy where
I'm at right now.

- Where are you?
- What's up?

- We're up. A body's been found on the
wasteland at John Street.

- All right. Send me the location.
I'll be there as soon as possible.

- Are you going to tell me where you
are?

- Later.

- 84 minutes.

That's why I missed my connecting
flight.

Border Force? Border farce, more like.

- You need to keep your voice down,
Daddy.

- Are you telling your father what he
needs to do?

- Of course not.

Change of plans. Me have to put you in
a taxi to my flat.

- What kind of welcome is this?
- It's work, Daddy.

- Is it urgent?
- Emergency.

- CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

- Overdose?
- Doesn't much look like any addict
I've ever met.

- CAR PULLS UP

- Evening, boss.
- Evening.

- Erm, the deceased is a 50-something
Caucasian male.

Narcotic paraphernalia at the scene.

No ID, but the car is registered to a
Mr...
- Lucas Galloway.

- You know him?
- Aye.

I was just at a party with his boss.

Oh, here's Mallick now.

DOOR BEEPS

- Hey, you! Stop.

Stop!

Stop! Come here.

Hey, come here.

- SHE GASPS

Nice of you to join us, Jay.

- I've requested traffic cams and CCTV
footage of the surrounding area.

- So our pal here is, er, old school.

In the '80s and '90s, he was Billy
McFadden's go-to enforcer.

- Billy was pretty old school himself,
wasn't he?
- Absolutely.

I mean, he's been gone a few years
now,

but Grace is trying this whole rebrand
thing.

You know, the McFadden Family Group's

an entirely legitimate business.
- Is it?

- MACMILLAN LAUGHS INCREDULOUSLY No.

It's got a long way to go yet.

- Shall we start the door-to-doors?

Folk tend to go a bit Three Wise
Monkeys in these parts,

so I don't actually know how much good
it'll do.

- Oh, turn on the charm, OK,

but don't mention any names.

Nae word of Galloway's death until we
release it. OK?

See, none of this feels right to me.

Jay.
- Mm?
- I want you heading this up.
- Of course, boss.

- How far is Balmoral?

- About an hour, hour and a half, I'm
not sure.

- You never been?

Seriously?
- Seriously.

There's a tour bus if you want to get
to know my hometown instead.

- You're clearly settled in here,
Davis, but hometown?

I don't think so.

- Full Scottish?
- Please.

- That is breakfast?

- Mm-hm.

- For one person?
- Yeah, man.

- Impossible.

- Me need to make a move. I wish I
could witness your first...

..tattie scone.

- DAVIS CHUCKLES

Young lady, let me loose in that
kitchen,

I'll cook up a real breakfast in no
time at all.

- Absolutely soaked.
- Don't worry.

- I'll grab you a glass of water when
we get in, yeah?

- I'm not thirsty.

- The doctor said you need to stay
hydrated.

- Oh, doctors!

- You used to want me and Naz to go
into medicine, remember?

- You've done OK for yourselves.

He has a beautiful new car, your
brother.

- Have you seen it?

- Not yet, no.
- Took me out for lunch on Sunday.

Lovely place. Very expensive.

Oh, did I tell you?
- You mentioned it, Mum, yeah.

OK.
- That's it.

- There we go.
- Oh, thank you.

- OK.
- Oh.

- Here.

Drink.

Right, you'll be OK?

- Yeah, yeah. The guards are in and
out all the time.

- They're not guards, Mum, they're
carers.

- If you say so.

- OK.

Speak to you later, yeah?
- Yeah.

- Preliminary autopsy results on Lucas
Galloway

showed that he died of a massive
ketamine overdose.

And I mean massive.

More than you would take for
recreational purposes.

- So an accidental OD is unlikely.
- Very.

And we can probably rule out suicide.

Minor bruising and traces of blood on
the neck

revealed another puncture, consistent
with a syringe.

- Mm. So someone's injected him in the
throat

and tried to make it look like he died
shooting-up.

- Yeah, it seems the most credible
scenario.

- If your aim is to take out a major
player in organised crime,

that doesn't seem very organised.

- That's exactly what I was thinking.

- There has been a spike in ketamine
use over the last few months,

particularly in conjunction with
cocaine.

They call it CK.

It's showing up a lot in the streets,
clubs.

The students are into it, too.
- You got pals in narcotics, Bart?

- I just like to keep myself informed.

- You know, it makes sense if you're
gunning for promotion, eh?

- Oh, ho-ho!

- Right, play nicely, boys and girls.

OK, so MDMA, cocaine, heroin,

we know that mainly comes up from
south of the border.

Same could be true of ketamine.

- Are the McFadden family involved in
drugs?

- Oh, aye.

They're involved, all right.

Yeah, but Grace likes to keep all of
that at arm's length.

You know, that's why she needed
someone like Galloway around.

Right, Monty. Anything from the car?

- The GPS was turned off. Seems he
wasn't keen on being traced.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Yep?

- Sorry, ma'am. There's a woman here
asking to see DS Bartlett.

- Well, if it's not in connection with
this case...

- She did say she knew DS Bartlett and
it was urgent.

Name's Katie Forsyth.

- It must be about a year that you've
had this gig?

- Yeah. It feels a lot longer most
days.

- Katie, listen, it's great that
you've found something

you're so passionate about.

It's just, refugees, asylum seekers,
none of that's really our field.

- Yeah, I'm not sure we can help you
with that.

- Look, I get that I would normally be
below your paygrade,

and, yeah, I was called in to help a
suspected illegal migrant

arrested for shoplifting. But I...

- SHE SHOUTS IN FARSI

My passport! Entry card!

- OK. It's OK. You'll get it back. All
right?

This is Mariam Faraki.

She's 26 years old, six months'
pregnant,

and she wants to report a murder.

- Mariam.

This is Detective Constable Lindo. I'm
DS Bartlett.

Katie here is a friend of mine.

If you can tell us everything that
happened in your own words.

- We were on a ship, hiding.

My husband, Hassan...

SHE SPEAKS IN FARSI

I was sick.

He said, you cannot be teshne.

- He went for water. She was
dehydrated.

- You speak Farsi?

- A lot of interpreters went in the
last lot of budget cuts,

so I've been learning for over a year.

- Then he left.

SHE SPEAKS IN FARSI

- Erm... She heard people shouting and
running.

They were angry.

- How many people?

- Four or five.

- Did you see anything?

- No.

- Can you tell us the name of the
ship?

- I do not know.

- That is pretty common.

A dock worker, delivery driver, sneaks
people on board

and they hide out until they reach
their destination.

- How did you get off the ship?

- There was a man, he helped.

- Can you describe him?

- SHE SPEAKS IN FARSI

I was...scared.

And then I was, erm...

SHE SPEAKS IN FARSI

- So she was given a blanket,

told her to cover her eyes and led her
to the harbour.

- And then you went to the memorial.

The meeting point for you and Hassan?

- Memorial? Yes.

We agree, if we separate - memorial.

- It's not enough.

Sorry.

- What?!

- There's no evidence that a crime has
been committed,

never mind a murder.

- Hassan is dead.
- How do you know?

- Because he did not come back to me!

MARIAM SOBS

- So as far as we know, the woman
travelled here with her partner

and by the time she reached, her
partner disappeared.

- Well, it doesn't seem like there's
enough to justify an investigation.

- I agree.
- The woman desperately needs some
help.

- Well, desperate people do and say
anything.

- I think she's telling the truth,
boss.
- Maybe not the whole truth.

I got the impression she was playing
her cards pretty close to her chest.

- Yes, because she's all alone in a
strange country

and we don't know what she's going
through.

- OK, OK, go down to the harbour.

But talk nicely to the harbour master.

I need to try and avoid any
jurisdiction minefields.

- And if he doesn't cooperate?
- Well, then, you'll be scunnered.

That's why I said talk nicely to him.

Right, come on, you two, go, quickly.

Both of you.

Need you back on the Galloway case.

Chop chop.

- I want you operating at the full
100, so that...

Oh, I'm afraid we're closed, Chief
Inspector.

- Don't be afraid, we're not hungry.
We're here to see Grace.

She around?

- Inspector.

- SHE SIGHS

- Problem?

- Oh, just Katie.

She's after an update already.

Got to admire her dedication.

- How you know her?

- I saved her life.

- For real?
- Yeah. I told you about it.

The heroin addict.
- Oh, yes.

You stopped to help her, and Mallick
ended up getting the promotion.

- MESSAGE ALERT

- She really turned her life around.

Rehab, drug counselling,

now the refugee stuff.

- MOBILE VIBRATES

- You should be proud, you know?
- Yeah.

- MOBILE CONTINUES TO VIBRATE

- No, I am, I just...

I can't help but think she's wasting
our time.

You can get that if you want, I can
charm the harbour master.

- It's just my father.

- Bit early to be calling from
Jamaica.

- He's not in Jamaica.

- WIND GUSTS

- Where was he found?

- His car was parked on wasteland.

Around John Street.

- Would he have any reason to be in
that area?

Something work-related?

- I don't know.

- Visiting a lady friend?

- As far as I'm aware, Lucas wasnae
seeing anyone.

- So he was just there on business,
then?

- Grace, let's not kid ourselves on
here.

Galloway's been on your family payroll
for forever.

- Exactly.

So I'd appreciate a minute to process
the fact that he's dead.

- And you'll appreciate that time is a
factor in a murder investigation.

- You're certain he was murdered?

- Well, unless he took it upon himself
to try ketamine for the first time

and massively misjudged the amount.

- Lucas wasnae a drug user.

- Was he a dealer?

- You expect me to answer that
question?

- We're trying to ascertain if a
lifelong friend

was involved in narcotics and if that
got him killed.

- I think I might need legal
representation

before we go any further.

- Only if you've got something to
hide.

- Please, don't insult my
intelligence.

- Wouldn't dream of it, Grace.

- Lucas was a loyal family friend

on the verge of retirement.
- Retirement?

How did he take that?
- Is everything OK?

- Far from it, Duncan.

Far from it.

It has to be this one. It's the
closest to the main road.

- Thank you.
- Thanks.

- Three vessels docked from Oslo in
the last 24 hours.

- How long's your dad in town for?
- About a week.

- Are you going to pick his brains?

Can't hurt to have another senior
officer staying with you.

- He is so annoying.

He wants a tour guide and me have to
work, you know.

- Oh. Well, I can find something for
us to do.

- Us?

- It'd be better to show him around,
eh?

- The Stolthet is the kind of size
Mariam described.

- Right. Remember, no throwing your
weight around,

kicking down the door.

We only go where we're invited.

- You think this is a waste of time?

- I think there's a genuine murder
investigation under way,

and we're not part of it. Hi.

Can we have a word?
- Yes?

- I'm Detective Sergeant Lara
Bartlett.

This is my colleague, DC Lindo

Would it be possible to ask a couple
of questions, Mr...?

- Axel Berg is my name.

I'm the lasterom... I mean, the cargo
hold supervising officer.

- Great.

- Yeah, now is a bad time.

Busy time.

- We need to see the captain.

- Sorry, not possible.

- Did you miss the part where we said
we were police officers?

- Right. This way, please.

Would you say you were close?

- Sometimes he'd tell me tales of the
old days with Grandpa Billy.

But I sort of outgrew them.

- When was the last time you saw
Galloway?

- Night before last.

He was in for a drink and ended up
having a few too many.

Ruth asked me to take his keys and
drive him home.

- So if we were to find your prints
and DNA in a dead man's car,

you'd have a ready-made explanation.

- Do I need an alibi? I'm not a
suspect, am I?

- Well, two things we need to be at
the start of a murder investigation

is thorough and open-minded.

- Oh, for heaven's sake, Cora, we were
both with YOU when Lucas was killed.

Is that enough of an alibi?

- Time of death was a few hours
earlier, actually.

- I was getting my hair and nails
done.

I like to make an effort for a party.

- And what about you?
- Working from home.

- Alone?
- Ruth was there, too, till she had to
go and supervise

the reception catering, anyway.

- Look, see, I realise that this is
the McFadden brand image nowadays,

you know, the civic receptions, the
urban renewal.

But we both know that you're still in
the business

where a hostile takeover can come with
a body count.

Is this the start of a turf war,
Grace?

- You tell me.

You're the detective.

- SHE SCOFFS

- I'm a little confused here, but am I
being accused of people smuggling?

- No, Captain Nielsen.

- No?

Then I don't understand.

- We're acting on information that a
violent incident

may have taken place onboard your ship
shortly before you docked

in Aberdeen, involving a person or
persons travelling illegally.

- Well, there was no such incident.

- You sure about that?
- Yeah.

I'm the captain of this vessel.

Nothing happens onboard this ship
without my permission.

- It's a big ship.

- Oh, yeah.

And a great responsibility.

- It's a fascinating environment.

I'd love to have a look around.
- I'm afraid that's not permitted.

- You're the captain of the ship.

What's permitted is up to you, right?

- I have a duty of care to the
organisations who actually pay me

to transport their goods.
- What kind of goods?

- The manifest dictate every trip.

Right now, we are reloading cargo for
our return voyage.

And in 72 hours, I believe we will be
back on sea.

- Mm. Not if we impound the vessel.

- NIELSEN CHUCKLES

- Obviously, I doubt you have the
authority for that.

Come on, I give you my word, no laws
were broken here.

- Might take a bit more than your
word, Captain.

- Yeah. Nevertheless, I insist that
you return to shore.

- OK. We can see ourselves out.

- Yeah, I'm sure. But, you know, good
manners dictate that I escort you.

So, follow me, please.

Officer.

- Wow. And I thought people in our
line of work were arrogant.

- Whisky on his breath at this time of
day.

- Yeah, I noticed that.

Maybe there's something heavy on his
mind.

Maybe he just loves a drink.

Does it even matter?

They'll be gone in a couple of days
unless Mac can find someone

with the clout to impound this thing.

- There must be a procedure, Bart.
- Yeah, there is,

but step one is present evidence, and
we can't gather any

without permission to search the ship.

- So, we just abandon Mariam and
forget about her dead husband?

- We don't know he's dead, Davis.

Can't even be sure he exists.

- SOCO reports finding DNA of two
other individuals in Galloway's car

besides the deceased, and fingerprints
on the outside.

Neither are showing up on our
database.

- One of them is almost certainly
Duncan McFadden.

- He drove Galloway home the other
night.

- Yeah, but he doesn't have a record.

You know, Grace has managed to groom
him to be the acceptable face

of the McFadden family business.

- You think if this other person was a
rival gang type,

they'd be on file, no?
- Well, possibly. Aye.

Right, anything else at the scene?

- Yeah. SOCO found fibres in
Galloway's hair.

- Right, but not in the car?

- They're aligned to some minor head
injuries revealed in the autopsy.

- Ketamine overdose can cause
seizures.

But if he was thrashing around on the
floor,

those fibres could be from a rug or a
carpet.

It would mean he was killed elsewhere.

- Well, we've got no leads for where
elsewhere might be, so...

- Well, did you two make any progress
down at the docks?

- Mm-hm. We speak to the captain of
the ship

that could fit the description of
Mariam's story.

- "Could fit" it?

- Arrival time matches.

- I mean, we're going to need more
than that.

- And the captain denies any incident
involving stowaways.

- Of course. Historically, stowaways
were set adrift in a rowboat.

Let the sea decide their fate.

- You don't think that still happens?

- There have been some cases in modern
times.

- Right.

Well, we've got no reason to believe
anything like that happened.

- Well, if we had more time to
investigate, then...

- Well, we don't. OK?

So let downstairs process Mariam for
the shoplifting,

and that will be the end of it.

I want you two to get Galloway's keys
from his personal effects

and go to his flat, OK? Just see what
you can find.

- On it, boss.

- Mallick, you can help Monty trace
that ketamine.

I mean, that is our murder weapon.

- Boss.
- Got an idea, actually.

- Do you, aye? Can't wait to hear it.

- Are you kidding me?
- Our chief inspector doesn't feel

there's grounds for an investigation.

- So, find some. A man's dead.

- We don't have any proof Hassan was
on the ship

or proof that he even existed.

- Do you see this?

SHE SPEAKS IN FARSI

- Her baby is her proof.

- I didn't mean to...

I apologise.

- We've arranged for a hospital visit
to check on the baby's welfare.

- That's good of you...

- And after that, you'll be formally
charged with shoplifting.

- SHE SPEAKS IN FARSI

- A van nearly hit her at the harbour.

Maybe the driver remembers her.

Prove that she was there, that she's
telling the truth.

- It doesn't confirm she was on the
boat.

And it doesn't actually prove that
anything happened onboard, either.

We've done all we can.

- I'm sorry, Mariam.

Monty.

Monty!

You have a minute?
- Well, not really, but go on.

- Make it snappy, Lindo.

- Who's the best person to contact to
access CCTV?

- Well, it depends where. Commercial
property? Residential area?

- Er... The harbour.

- Sorry, aren't you supposed to be
letting that non-case go?

- Yes, we are. Come on, Davis.
- Cool.

- SHE MOUTHS

- What is the point of getting the
harbour CCTV?

- So there is something else we can
take to Mac.

- I'm sure she'll be delighted.

- You ready to give up?
- It's not our decision.

- OUR decision?

Wow, Bart, you really want this
promotion this time, huh?

Come on.

Bart, I'm sorry. It's a joke.

- Maybe try DS Bartlett now and again,

just so we understand each other.
- Of course.

- It's 14. This is us.

Keys.

- LOCK TURNS

- OK.

Keep an eye out for any drug
paraphernalia, obviously.

And we should probably get some rug
and carpet samples on the...

- SHOUTING

- Stop! Stop!

- Stay down, stay down.

BART SCREAMS

- No!

Come on!

EXASPERATED GROWL

- Bart, are you all right?
- Yeah. Go, get after them.

Go!

Oh!

- EXASPERATED CRY

- Jeez...

- An upstanding member of the
community, no doubt.

- Indeed.

How's your mum doing?

- What?

- Well, it can't be easy looking after
an elderly relative.

I remember towards the end of my mum's
life...

- She's fine, thank you.

- Well, does your brother help out
much?
- When he can.

- Good. Good.

- Oh, look.

Tut-tut.

- Leave it there.

- Anything I need to be concerned
about?

- Do the words "plausible deniability"
mean anything to you?

- Of course.

But I could have...

- You fulfil a role within this
organisation,

within this family.

I need you clean,

far removed from anything remotely
criminal.

- I knew Lucas.

And I'm nae a kid any more.
- No, you're a grown-up.

So show some maturity.

- Do I need to come round there and
serve myself?

- If Grace is keeping you in the dark,
I think it's a good thing.

- BANGS GLASS

- I thought I kent everyone on the
drug squad.

- Why doesn't that surprise me?

- You are police, though, right?

- What gave us away?

- Didn't look much like a couple
trying to spice things up, so...

- We're here on police business, yes.

- Brilliant.

- All right, this can go one of two
ways.

One, we take you in and charge you
with possession with intent to

supply, based on whatever's in your
pockets there.

You clam up, get a lawyer.

- Well, whit's the other way?

- You give us some drugs. CK, to be
precise.

- Is this a shakedown now?

You just want free gear?

- It's for lab analysis.

Look, you cooperate, we'll be on our
way.

- Aye, OK.

- Make sure it's the good stuff.
- It's ALL the good stuff.

- Business is booming, I take it.

- No competitors to speak of?

Rivals encroaching on your territory?

- Folk ken better round here.

End of chat?

- Mr Pierce, a known associate of
Lucas Galloway

and a long-term dealer for the
McFadden family.

- According to Narcotics, the ketamine
spike started about six months ago

and shows no sign of letting up.

Matey boy over here is on to a good
thing.

No news of any turf wars.

If Galloway was killed by a rival
gang,

that must have been their first move.

- It's not out of the question.

- I've sent the CK sample off for
analysis,

but we'll be relying on the cocaine
for anything distinctive.

- Why is that?

- Well, ketamine is a purely
pharmaceutical product.

You know, it's made on an industrial
scale.

It's not a compound, you know, like
crystal meth.

So any ketamine that you get in the
street,

it's probably come from a legitimate
source.

- Is that our next step, then?

Contact hospitals, veterinarians,
pharmacies?

See if any ket's gone missing.

- If the drug's been flooding the city
for a six-month period,

it must have taken more than a one-off
robbery or a dodgy vet.

- Well, maybe there's a whole network
of dodgy vets.

- Mm.

Anything to show from the flat?

Apart from your bumps and bruises.

- We've taken carpet fibres and sent
them for analysis.

See if they match those on the
deceased's hair.

- Well, that's something, potentially.

- Well, as far as we could see, there
was nothing missing

but the laptop. So either we disturbed
them or...

- Or that's exactly what they came
for.
- Mm.

- Right, I'm going to need all hands
to the pump tonight. OK?

While I go and follow a lead, Bart,
you can help Monty and Mallick.

Davis...
- Mm?
- ..I want you on the footwear
database.

- There's a footwear database?

- Ha-ha!
- Oh, it's fascinating.

And sometimes productive.

- SOCO found some decent footprints at
the crime scene.

I want you to find a match.

- Great.

- Have fun with that, Lindo.

- MALLICK LAUGHS

Heh, heh, heh.

- HE SIGHS LOUDLY

You've never been to prison before,
have you?

- I have not.

- Ah, I don't think you'd enjoy it
much.

- Isn't that the point of prison?

- If I find out it was your men who
raided Galloway's flat

and assaulted my officers, I'll see to
it that you go down

for conspiracy to defeat the ends of
justice.

- I don't know what you're talking
about.

- No?
- No.

- Well, there was no sign of a
break-in at the flat,

which means the guys must have had
keys.

And that suggests to me somebody that
Lucas was close to.

Somebody he'd leave a spare set with.

- We didn't have that kind of
relationship.

- OK, well, maybe somebody for the
company

who built the flats he lived in?

The McFadden Family Group.

SHE LAUGHS

See, this tightrope that you're
walking,

it won't hold forever, Grace.

When I was starting out, my SIO, he
nicked your dad,

but we couldn't make the charges
stick.

But I'm promising you now,

I'll make sure they stick for you.

Need a lift home?
- My taxi's booked.

- I get the impression you're quite
an, an organised person.

- I try to be.

- Aye, I mean, the bar seems to run
like clockwork.

- Hopefully.

- You must, well, see lots of things,
the hours you work.

- I'm not sure I understand.

- Well, you know, people coming and
going,

conversations, confrontations.

- I prefer to mind my own business.
- Huh?

- Customers, they sort of insist.

- What about family?

- Family? Even more so.

- This is me.

- DOOR SHUTS

- OK. Yeah, yeah.

Thanks for your help. Bye.

- Having a productive evening?

- Oh, massively. You?

- Oh, it's fascinating.

- I mean, I can see why they think
it's a stupid question.

If you'd had a load of ketamine
nicked, you'd have reported it, right?

- That's what I'm saying.

- No luck with the trainers, then, no?

- The ground near the car was a bit of
a short cut.

Lots of foot traffic. Six matches.

- That's not bad.

- The two men at Galloway's place were
wearing boots, right?

- Oh, yes. I got a good look at them
when I hit the deck.

- MOBILE PHONE VIBRATES

- Mac wants to see me in her office.

- That's never good.

Have you been chasing the harbour CCTV

instead of doing what you were asked?

- As well, not instead.

There's nothing to see, anyway.

No clear view of the van driver.

And no Mariam in sight.

- Oh, so you got yourself into bother
for nothing, then?

- I had to try.

- Oh. MACMILLAN LAUGHS

Oh, he liked that hat.

- That was his favourite hat.
- You can tell.

- Boss.

Daddy, why you there?

- Getting acquainted with the
Detective Chief Inspector.

Who is very charming, by the way.
- Oh, thank you.

Your dad's brought us some old photos.

Look. Aw, very bonny.

- We've known from an early age where
his future lies.

- He's a natural.

Well, it has been lovely to meet you,
but you must excuse me.

- Of course.

- Erm, you can't just show up to my
workplace, you know?

- Ah, yes. I understand you're looking
at pictures of running shoes.

- No, actually, Mr Lindo...
- Grantley, please.

- Actually, what I said was he's
cross-referencing crime scene

evidence with an analytic database.

- Of course. I meant no offence.

- I'll walk you out.

- Well, I want you to know that your
son is a valued member of my team.

- This has been a wonderful experience
for him.

I'm grateful for all you've done.

- What was that all about?
- Me don't like your tone, son.

- I think you come to Scotland to
attend my graduation?

Not to embarrass me in front of my
boss.

- That was not my intention.
- Then what is, Daddy?

- Me hoping you will see sense.

- Hello.

You must be Davis's dad.

Good to finally put a face to the
name.

I've heard a lot about you.
- All good, I hope.

- This is Detective Sergeant Bartlett.

- A sergeant, and you're in charge of
catering.
- Fish and chips.

These are for a prisoner. Mariam's
being transferred.

- Who's Mariam to deserve such special
treatment?

- She's a young woman that Davis has
been trying to help.

Anyway, hopefully I'll see you again
sometime.

- Likewise, DS Bartlett.

- Mm. Now I understand.

- What?
- You want me to come home.

That's what "see sense" means.

- You're busy, and there's a lot more
we need to discuss.

- DAVIS BLOWS EXASPERATEDLY

- Well, it's nice of you to come and
wave her off into the system.

- It turns out her passport's forged.

- Look, she had no choice, all right?

- Katie, it's out of our control now.

- I've advised her to claim asylum.

- Is Mariam even her real name?

- What difference does it make?

- You know where they take her?

- The hostel on Powell Street,

with all the other lost souls.

- OK.

- Why are you acting like you even
care?

- BART SIGHS

Come on.

Right, what have we got?

- Not a sausage.

- If any ketamine has been stolen or
sold off,

nobody knows about it, or at least
nobody's saying.

- So we are looking at stuff coming in
from down south

or being smuggled in from abroad?

- I'd say that's more than likely.

- There is an option we could try.

- All right, Monty, don't keep us in
suspense.

- The Northern Region's Procurement
Service is responsible

for the ketamine in the first place.

They import to order and then
distribute amongst the NHS,

the private sector, veterinarians,
everyone.

Their records will show precisely

how much went to each hospital and
clinic.

- So you cross-reference it with the
individual records

and see if any fail to match up.
- Mm-hm.

As I said, it's an option.

- Yeah, great.

- Let me get the ball rolling with the
NRPS.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, I've got a contact there.

- Fine. Yeah. Do what it takes.

RING TONE

- Hiya. Yeah, I need some information.

Are you busy?

Right. I'll see you soon.

I am going to take
two steps and have...

What do you mean, my safety? My safety
needs fresh air.

We have mental health. We are human
beings.

You cannot...
- I'm sorry.
- You are not sorry.

- Please go back inside.
- Look, I am not a prisoner

and you are not my custodian. I wish
to step outside for fresh air.

You are not empowered to restrict my
movements.

- Hey, yo, yo.

Let her go. I'll accept full
responsibility.

- How nice of you, sir.

Did you prefer it when I was scared
and stupid?

- Mariam, you asked us to trust you.

- We were advised to be pathetic.

"Don't be confrontational, Look for
mercy and compassion."

Well, I did. And it puts me in a
hostel waiting to be deported.

My husband gone.

- You make it almost impossible for me
to help you now.

The forged passport.

- Without a forged passport, I'd still
be trapped

where women are killed for showing
their hair in public.

I'm from Iran.

- I understand.

- Do you?

Because I don't.

And I was born there.

And because I chose to burn my scarf,

show my hair, and dance in public in
defiance of a tyrannical regime,

I am now an enemy of the state.

I am apart from my country,

my people.

Hassan and I decided we wouldn't bring
a child into a society

that punishes them for how they're
born,

especially if they're a girl.

But now Hassan is gone.

And I could be sent back there.

HE SIGHS

- Me not going to make a promise me
can't keep,

but I believe you're telling the
truth.

I want you to know that.

- It does mean something.

You believing me.

But what are you going to do about it,
detective?

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

Hey!

You're not allowed down here.

- Keep your hands to yourself.

This is how you deal with people you
don't want onboard?

- That's enough, Axel.

The officer understands he has no
business onboard this ship.

It won't require force to remove him.

- Let go off of me.

- I've already informed the harbour
master of this incident.

- Efficient of you.

- Elsa is our manifest director.

She's, er, responsible for cargo
security.

- Does she know there's a lifeboat
missing?

- She knows you're incorrect.
- Oh...

Because I think somebody on this ship

put a terrified man in a little
inflatable lifeboat

and pretended they were letting the
sea decide his fate.

- I believe the sea decides all our
fates, Detective.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Captain Nielsen has nothing more to
say, Detective.

- That right, Captain?

- You'd better not say nothing.

- OK. Have a good one.

- PHONE KEYS BEEP

Good evening, boss.

- Could you repeat that, please?

- Good evening, boss.

- Ah. Right, no, I heard you the first
time, but I thought,

I mean, that cannae be right.

- Well, me learn my lesson.

- He doesn't treat me like his
superior officer.

He just does what he bloody well
likes.

- I apologise.
- Good.

- But, boss, listen, there's a
lifeboat missing from the Stolthet.

They're lying about what happened
onboard.

- I don't want to hear, "But, boss,"
or anything about lifeboats, Lindo.

OK? I just want you to follow
instructions.

Understood?

- Yes, boss.

- Magic. OK.

Instruction number one.

I want you to forget about Mariam

and concentrate on the Galloway case.

Have you got that?

Davis? I said, have you got that?

- Loud and clear, boss.

- PHONE KEYS BEEP

DOOR INTERCOM BUZZES

Cheers, buddy.

Relax, man.

No-one here speaks Danish or
Norwegian.

Another round, please.

- No, no, no.

- I saw the mother, Axel.

I saw her.

She was pregnant.

I couldn't leave her.

I had to help her.

- Do you realise what you've done?

- You don't have to tell me what that
means.

- You put us all in jeopardy.

- I made a terrible mistake.

- You let her go.

You let her go.

- It's Elsa. I think we have a
problem.

Can you come meet me?

- THEY ARGUE

- This is on you.

- Good evening. I'm here to see...
- Hey, you!

I'll take care of this reprobate.

- Thanks.

- So, to what do I owe this honour?

- I need a favour.

- Of course, anything. You know that.

- Can you tell me what I need to know
about the importation

and distribution of ketamine?

- Well, if I can't, I'll point you in
the direction of someone who can.

- Good enough.
- This way.

Er, Julie here will print off the
distribution lists.

And if you come back tomorrow, I'll
give you the guided tour,

answer any questions you have.
- Thanks.

Actually, would it be too much trouble
to get those lists emailed

over as well, please?
- Not at all.

Give me two seconds to make a call,
and I'll walk you out.

- Yeah.
- I'll be... I'll be right back.

Hey, keep an eye on him, Jules.

- Here you are.
- Thanks very much.

- PHONE VIBRATES

- Yeah, it's me.

The police are here and they're asking
questions.

They want information

about ketamine imports.

And...

..it's not just any cop.

It's my brother.