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DOOR SLAMS

Who's there?

Stop that man!
- Hey! Come back here!

Come here.

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.

Where is my husband?

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

Oh, good evening, Grace.

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

I didn't think you
could afford a ticket.

I see your sense of humour
hasnae changed one bit.

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

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.

Hey, you! Stop.

Stop!

Stop! Come here.

Hey, come here.

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.

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 pay grade,

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?

I was... scared.

And then I was, erm...

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!

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.

She really turned
her life around.

Rehab, drug counselling,

now the refugee stuff.

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

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.

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.

LINDO: - 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.

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 on board 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 on board 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.

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?

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.

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 on board, 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.

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...

Stop! Stop!

Stay down, stay down.

No!

Come on!

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

Go!

Oh!

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.

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

SARCASTICALLY: - 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.

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.

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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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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?

Hey!

You're not allowed down here.

Keep your hands to yourself.

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

That's enough, Axel.

The officer understands he has
no business on board 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.

- 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 on board.

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.

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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?

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.

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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.