All language subtitles for shetland-s03e04-eng

Bella! What are you doing?

Bella!

There's no fire!

I promise you, Bella,
there's nothing to be frightened of.

(Fire alarm wails)

You're all right, Bella darling.
You're OK. You're OK now.

- You're all right now.
- (Fire alarm continues)

- (Grunts)
- Oh!

Oh, go back to bed, Alec!

It's all right, sweetheart. Come on.

(Bleating)

- (Whistles)
- (Dog barks)

(Dog whining)

(Door creaks)

(Distant bleating)

(Door slides open, footsteps)

OK?

- How are you feeling?
- (Grunts)

The doctors told me it would be OK
to ask you a few questions. Is that all right?

Do you have any idea what happened to you?

Someone at the camping b�d told me...
about a walk.

I caught the bus.

- He must have followed me.
- Who? Michael?

Mm-hm.

Is that because he knew
you'd smashed up his girlfriend's workshop?

You weren't... looking at him.

Leanne, when you got off the bus,
did you see anybody?

No.

No-one? No-one at all?

OK, what happened is...

...is that you got shot.

Now, you weren't the intended target.

Michael Maguire's real name
was Michael Thompson.

He's dead.

Now he had his own story,
you just got caught up in it.

You were unlucky.

Robbie?

We still don't know who killed Robbie,
but I don't think it was Michael.

Now, when you saw them together on the ferry,

did it look to you as though they'd met
by accident or by arrangement?

Er, I don't know.

OK.

They're nice flowers.

The place that Robbie worked sent them.

All right, look...

It's only small...

...but I figure if you're gonna
be stuck here for a while...

(Gulls cry)

PEREZ: Here's a theory.

What if it was a pure fluke that Michael and
Robbie bumped into each other on that ferry?

What if it was the first time that they'd
seen one another since Robbie was a kid?

And Robbie recognises Michael,

but Michael, knowing that
he has to stay hidden,

er... pushes him away

and says, you know,
that he's made a mistake... or whatever?

So he waits for Leanne to go to sleep

and then he goes to try and find his dad.

And then he sees something
that he shouldn't see.

- Like what?
- Somebody following Michael.

Passing information back to the gunman.

- A scout?
- Yeah.

Just a theory.

Whatever happened on that ferry, I don't like
that McCall's gunman had help on Shetland.

I don't like that his reach extends this far.

Boss. It's Tosh on the line.

OK, just put her on speakerphone.

So it turns out Kings Caf�
isn't a chippy any more.

You can't get a special
fish supper after work.

I'm not convinced the march of progress
in this city is going in the right direction.

All right.
You had any luck tracing Brian McDade?

Nothing from the hospitals, and his family
haven't heard from him for days.

I've put flags on his phone, his passport,
his number plates, his bank cards.

Other than that I've got a list of his friends
that I'm gonna start following up.

Tommy's promised someone to help,
but I'll believe it when I see it.

OK. Well, keep us posted.

Will do.

- So what now?
- (Phone rings)

Well, someone moved the gunman's car
after he was done

and we don't know where to.

But we do have the tyre tracks,
so let's use them.

Sandy, see if Forensics
can find what we're looking for -

size of vehicle, type of tyres...

- Boss?
- Billy.

It's the sound lab.

They've managed to clean up the message
Michael left on Freya Galdie's answer machine.

Freya. I wanted to commit to you.
I did, truly.

I want you to burn...

Level Nine.

I need to run.

Everything... I love you.

Is there anything in there
that you feel you recognise?

No.

He uses the word "burn".

Could he be referring to anything that he
might have given you? Any documents or...

Birthday cards? One Valentine?

Maybe he wanted me burn them.

What about the phrase "Level Nine"?

Is that familiar to you?
Did Michael ever talk about it?

Freya, is there anything you know
that might help?

I don't know!

I've told you everything
I ever learned about him.

You told us that Michael never mentioned
anything to you about family,

never mentioned anything about children.

Robbie Morton, the boy that was killed...

He was Michael's son.

We know that they were...

...estranged for a long time.

I really didn't know the first thing, did I?

You know that he left you a message.

You know that in that moment he called you.

To tell me to tell them!

(Exhales)

Michael was negotiating to take you with him.

He wanted a future. With you.

What future?

- Take me where?
- I don't know.

I'm not supposed to know that.

But I thought you should.

Someone brought Michael here,
invented a life for him,

- and they were negotiating our future.
- Aye.

They know more about
what's happened to me than I do.

They're the ones I should be
talking to, not you. Them!

Please?

Please. Please.

Get them to talk to me.

I'll do what I can.

(Mobile rings)

- Sandy?
- Forensics came back on the tyre tracks.

We are looking for a small, two-wheel drive.

Billy's checking for vehicle thefts and I've
just done a trawl on the traffic reports.

Now, the station at Brae is unmanned at night,

but they had a phone message
left on the night of the shooting.

A woman reporting an incident
on the B9075 at Skellister.

A close shave with some joker driving around
at speed with one headlight out.

- I think that's worth following up.
- Yeah. On my way.

(Phone buzzing)

(Snoring)

(Buzzing continues)

Kyle had suspected appendicitis.

By the time they'd decided it wasn't,
and we were away from the hospital,

it was one o'clock in the morning.

Idiot came out of nowhere.
One headlight, can you believe?

- On that stretch of road!
- Did you see the driver?

No.

I mean, I assume it was a
man, but I didn't see.

- I couldnae honestly say.
- What about the car?

(Sighs) It was dark, I was braking.

By the time I'd turned round, he was gone.

Sorry.

Here, the kids might know.

They were still awake playing their game.

If you get a Lexus, you get ten points.

Nine. A Lexus is nine. A Ferrari's ten.

So... what did you get that time
that you ran into the stupid driver?

Nothing.

It was a Ford Focus. We see loads.

A Ford Focus? You're sure?

- And what about the colour?
BOTH: Silver.

Billy, I need a list of every silver
Ford Focus registered in Shetland.

OK, thanks for your time.

If Brian does get in contact,
can you let us know?

- Brilliant. Thank you.
- (Mobile rings)

- Billy McCabe!
- Sergeant McIntosh.

Just sending you over a little something
we thought you should have.

Oh...

It's a message Michael left
on Freya Galdie's answer phone.

Sound file and transcript.

Level Nine. What's Level Nine?

Yeah. Well, I can tell you

it has over 24 million hits on Google,

of which I am on number 12.

"The final dungeon of the First Quest
in the Legend of Zelda."

Maybe he got a really high score
he wanted to tell her about.

(Door opens)

- DS McIntosh?
- Yes...

You put in an ANPR request
for a car owned by a Brian McDade?

- Yeah.
- Congratulations.

Cameras just picked up the plates
driving south through the East End.

Billy? I've got to go.

If the family were coming from Lerwick...

...then this must be the other car.

And this must be where they went off.

What do you think?

Same tracks as Skolland?

It's hard to tell.

- We need a print of this.
- (Phone rings)

- Billy?
- Boss.

Do you believe in ghosts?
Cos I think we might be looking for one.

24 silver Ford Focuses,
registered to owners on Shetland.

And the 21 st belongs to a Mr...
Robbie Morton.

- And where is it now?
- SORN'd in the garage at his place.

But I've checked the forensic report
we got on it after he died.

It has a broken headlight.

Where's the key?

It's locked safely in my evidence cupboard,

where it's been since the day
Robbie's body was found.

I think somebody has a spare.

WOMAN:
"The friend of age, and guide of youth.

Few hearts like his, with virtue warm'd.

Few heads with knowledge so inform'd.

If there's another world, he lives in bliss.

If there is none, he made the best of this."

That's a nice poem.

You probably know a lot about Robbie now.
Things I don't know and may not wish to.

But he'll be remembered here
with nothing but fondness.

Got the bastard yet, Officer?

Oh, geng dee wis, Alec.

Aye, thought not.

Sorry.

We had a fire alarm in the night,

and what with the memorial,
we're all a bit out of sorts.

Are you just here to pay your respects,
or was there something else?

I was wondering,
did Robbie have a locker here?

His stuff's in here.
I thought it might have been claimed by now.

Here...

Sir.

Is that what you're looking for?

- Who else would have had access to this room?
- I lock it when I'm not here.

Always?

If you think someone got in and took that key,

I might have left the door open
once in the last week, but not twice.

They would have had no way of putting it back.

When the fire alarm went off...

would that door have been opened then?

- Yes.
- Do you have any idea what set it off?

We don't know.

Yeah, it's a mystery.

Aye, I only joined the police because
the careers officer told me there'd be dogs.

And did they put me in the Dog Unit?
Did they bollocks!

Shoved me into Organised Crime
with Tommy Monro.

- He doesn't even like dogs!
- (Police radio trills)

Oh. Hold on.

Go ahead.

Boyd, we've picked up the car parked roadside.

No sign of the driver.
Do you want us to stay with it?

Fine. But keep in the background.
Don't get seen.

What was that? That place we just passed?

(Distant raised voices)

(Dog barking)

(Boyd coughs)

Hi, can you check out a name for me, please?

Sir?

Somebody held a flame to that alarm
and set it off deliberately.

I want to talk to Craig Cooper.

Craig?

What would be his motive?

(Exhales) I don't know.

But he knew more about Robbie
and those drugs than he was letting on.

And now Robbie's car's been used in a murder

and Craig had access to the key
because he delivers the laundry, and...

There's just too many connections
to ignore, Sandy.

I know.

(Knocks on door) Craig!

(Door creaks)

(Ringing tone)

Billy, can we put obs out
on Craig Cooper's van?

And can we get somebody
to check the pubs, bars,

anywhere else that has a fruit machine?

(Chatter and laughter)

- Table for two?
- Oh, yes, please.

- Take a seat, I'll get you menus.
- Thank you.

- (Sighs)
- Nice?

Mm.

So what do you want to drink?

- Erm... A vodka Martini.
DINERS: Cheers!

- Who's that?
- Calvin Sarwar.

The go-to lawyer for every B-list footballer
and minor celebrity in Glasgow.

They get excited by the vicarious association
with his most infamous client...

Arthur McCall.

Ms Brenan. My client would like another round
of drinks when you're ready.

- Waiting for a table?
- We're fine.

- I'm sure I could have a word.
- No need.

It's really no trouble.

Why don't we just go
and get a fish supper instead?

I've always found this place
slightly up its own arse.

- It's nice to meet you.
- You too.

(Phone buzzes)

(Phone rings)

- Hello?
- Asha. It's Jimmy Perez.

Michael Thompson and Robbie Morton,
they were father and son.

Did you know that?

No, I-I didn't.

Michael never mentioned seeing his son?

- Michael never said he had a son.
- OK.

Er... there's something else.

I've been talking to Freya Galdie,
Michael's girlfriend.

Yeah, I know who she is.

OK. She wants to talk to you.

She doesn't know your name
and she doesn't know who you are...

but she knows that Michael
wanted to make her... part of his future.

- Well, Michael never told her that.
- No.

I told her that.

- Asha?
- I came to you in confidence, Jimmy.

Yes, I know, I know you did.

But, you know, right now
she needs something to hold onto

and she's, she's got nothing.

She's not even got a memory she can trust.

And life has to feel worth living.

(Phone buzzes)

Tosh.

Do you want the good news
or the bit-of-a-breakthrough news?

Yeah, both. Where are you?

A bar. I'm meeting Cassie.

Students are really,
really young, aren't they?

We've found Brian McDade's car.

There's a squad car keeping it
under observation at the moment.

OK, that is good news.

Well, it is for me.
I'm not the one on an all-night stakeout.

The bit of a breakthrough is even better.

Level Nine's a club in the East End.
At least, it was.

Must have been after your time
and before mine.

I've asked Billy to have a trawl, see if
he can find any reports or incident logs.

- Tosh!
- My date's arrived. I've got to go.

All right. Well, send your date my love.
And good work, Tosh. Well done.

- I know, right?
- Yep.

(Dance music)

(Car horn)

McDade's credit card has just been used
in a hotel near Kelvinbridge.

It's your gig. You lead.
I'll take my cue from you.

Mr McDade? It's the police!

We know you're in there.
Open up, please, or we will.

Mr McDade?

(Thudding)

(Gasps)

- Is anybody in?
- Sandy?

Jenny?

We're in here.

They're gonna find me, Sandy.

He says he wants to speak to Perez.

I'm in real trouble!

Why did you run, Brian?

What are you hiding from?

If you don't start talking,
I'm gonna arrest you for obstruction.

Is that what you want?

You couldn't protect Michael Thompson...

You can't protect me.

From who?

Ah, come on, man.

What are you gonna do?
Spend the rest of your life holed up in a hotel?

Look, I've worked with Sergeant McIntosh
a lot of years, and I'm telling you,

if anybody's gonna be able
to help you, it's her.

It's kind of her thing, you know?

Brian, seriously,
if we found you, someone else can.

(Phone rings)

Tell me what you know
and let us find a way to help you.

(Boyd speaking on mobile)

I think I'm in danger.

From whoever killed Michael Thompson.

- Why would you be in danger?
- I was in a room alone with him.

When whoever killed him finds that out...

...they're gonna assume I know what he knew.

Which is?

The only thing he said...
is that what he had to give us...

...was "bigger than just Arthur McCall".

That enquiry you put in about the licensee
at Level Nine?

They just got back to us.
It was owned by an associate of McCall's.

These... need your signature.

You know, there's a...
an article in this newspaper,

talking about house prices in the East End.

You know what it says?

It says...

"They were known to be once the stomping
ground of alleged crime boss Arthur McCall."

You know what I think when I read
slander like that? It puts me off my Sudoku.

I think... my Paki lawyer
should be working a lot harder.

Yeah?

- Where are the kids?
- They're safe. They're upstairs.

He's hasn't touched the gun,
he's not threatening anyone.

- What about himself?
- I'm not sure.

He's scared. I mean, really scared.

No.

It's empty.

- Where did that come from?
- It was in the car.

Robbie's car.

OK. Do you want to tell me...

...why you took Robbie's car key
from the office at the care home?

Robbie...

Robbie had a thing... going at the home.

Prescription drugs, right?
Selling them on, you know, recreationally.

He liked old people, he really did.

He just... He just liked their pills too.

OK, so that's how it started?

But that's not how it ended, is it?

Someone found out.

He offered or threatened, I don't know,

but... him and Robbie
went into business together.

Real drugs.

He put up the money,
Robbie ran a risk for a cut of the profits.

I just gave a hand sometimes.

That time on the ferry,

Robbie was supposed to put the holdall
in the back of my van.

But when he disappeared with the drugs,

his partner said I was liable,
that I owed them.

How much do you owe?

Sixteen and a half grand.

I told him I couldn't pay!

The next thing I know, some guy phones me,

says the debt's been sold on

and all I had to do to
cancel it is steal a car.

They told me where to leave it...

...and where to pick it up again.

It took longer than they said.

When I did eventually pick it up again...

...the gun was in the back seat.

I thought they'd come back for it.

OK, the thing is, Craig,

you could have told us all this days ago,
and you didn't.

So what's changed?

They're calling again.

I might be stupid, but I'm not that stupid.

This debt's never going to be paid, is it?

What do they want you to do now?

Petrol through a letterbox.

Got an address?

Get down to my house. Take some uniforms.

Just make sure there's nothing going on.

And once you've done that,
I'm going to have to ask you to step down

until I've got Craig formally charged
and processed.

Cos you're family,
and we're gonna have to play this by the book.

So that we don't do anything
to threaten the case. OK?

OK.

I'm gonna need the name of Robbie's partner.

Look, I know, I know you're scared.

And I will do everything I can to protect you.

But see the guy that sold on your debt?

He was throwing you to the wolves
and he knew it.

And he doesnae deserve your silence.

(Door rattles)

Can you confirm your name as Alec Ramsay?

You obviously know fine well who I am.

Alec Ramsay, I'm charging you
with being concerned in the sale or supply

of controlled drugs.

Drugs? My arse. What are you talking about?

We have a warrant
to search these premises for evidence.

That gobshite Craig Cooper.

He'd say anything to save his own skin.

- He told me he owed you money.
- Aye. He did.

But not for drugs.

The little shite had a gambling habit
like an itchy rash. Ask anyone.

He also told me that you sold the debt on.
So who did you sell it on to, Alec?

Someone in a pub who gave me a number.

- I don't have it now.
- Then I'll need your phone.

- I lost it.
- Where?

If I knew that, it wouldn't
be lost now, would it?

OK.

Search.

You might want to take a seat.
This could take a while.

(Phone rings)

- Tosh.
- I've just spoken to Brian McDade.

The only thing Michael told him
was that the information he had

was bigger than just Arthur McCall.

But there's something else.
That club, Level Nine...

It was owned and run by one of McCall's men.

Basically it was a money-laundering front.

Sir, whatever Michael Thompson
was gonna tell them,

that was bigger than just Arthur McCall.

It's connected to that place.

Phone?

Right. Add on a charge of obstruction
and bring him in.

You cannae arrest me!

I'm 70 years old.

You know, Robbie Morton was 19.

He died in a metal box choking for air

wi' a bag of your drugs for company.

So you and me,
we haven't even got started yet.

(Scraping)

(Scraping continues)

Billy, that gun that we got off of Craig
Cooper, is it with Forensics yet?

- Aye.
- Let me know as soon as they get back to us.

Sure. Sir?

There's someone here to see you.

Just off the Glasgow flight.

So your client sent you to Shetland...

...to tell me that he's feeling persecuted?

Mr McCall is disappointed and distressed that
despite the collapse of the case against him...

Distressed?

Arthur McCall?

He is still the subject of sustained
and repeated harassment

by both yourself
and your colleagues in Glasgow.

However, as a gesture of conciliation and
cooperation, he's asked me to give you this.

An address in Aberdeen.

He thought that a visit to those premises
might prove useful in your investigation

into ecstasy tablets containing PMA.

And in return for this gesture,
your client would like me to?

Refocus your investigation.

Mr Sarwar, you and I both know that I'm gonna
give this to my colleagues in Aberdeen,

and it's not gonna make a slightest bit of
difference as to how I conduct my investigation.

So...

Why are you here?

You overestimate my client's subtlety.

I'm here because he sent me
to deliver a message.

OK.

Well, I've got the message.

You'll forgive me if I feel free to ignore it.

Your choice, of course.

Is that it?

All the way to Shetland just for this?

Doesn't that just make you
a very, very expensive errand boy?

Whatever I am, I'm not in the habit of
challenging Mr McCall's requests.

Certainly not these days.

My client has always been a man
who likes to demonstrate his power.

And the older and more unpredictable
he becomes,

the more forcibly and randomly
he likes to demonstrate it.

You should be careful.

Thank you.

(Door closes)

- OK?
- Och, aye.

Just a bit tired, you know.

Sit over there.

Boss. It's Duncan.

Hey, Jimmy.

Sorry to disturb you at work, erm...

I was just wondering, erm...
now Cassie's not around,

is there any chance I could...
crash in her room?

- Or I could just give you a lift home. Just...
- No, no.

I didn't mean just for now.

- See you later.
- Jimmy? Thank you.

Oh, boss, Forensics got back to us.
The gun you took from Craig Cooper

is the one that was used to shoot
Michael Thompson and Leanne Randall.

Right. Get me Craig Cooper's first statement.

He was late.

The gunman was late dropping off the car.
He missed the boat.

Wait, wait, wait a minute.

We have a witness who said
they saw him get on the boat.

No. We've got an eyewitness who said that they
saw a man getting on the boat carrying a bag,

"the kind that's used for fishing rods".

He thought it was the gun.
We all thought it was the gun, but it wasn't.

Forensics have just confirmed it.

- So it was a bloody fishing rod?
- Yes.

What about the woman
who saw a man dumping the car?

That was him. You see, my guess would be
that once he realised he'd missed the boat,

he went back to the car, put the gun in there
and made it somebody else's problem.

That means he's still on the island. Now,
if we can get to him before Arthur McCall...

- But where is he?
- Boss, we had a burglary reported yesterday.

A farm near Whiteness.

So when you came out, you checked
every building and there was no sign?

I'd been in the pen an hour.
They must have got clean away.

Anywhere round here he could shelter?

Within walking distance?

(Keys in phone number)

(Ringing tone)

Rhona.

We missed him.

(Singing and laughter)

Logan says you're a detective.

Where's your badge?

I didn't bring any of my policing stuff today
because it's my day off.

I don't have my badge. But I do have...

(Children squeal)

(Laughter and squealing)

Run! Run fast!

Come on, Logan.

Good boy.

Gillian. Elizabeth.
We have to get the bairns out of here.

We've gotta get them on the bus.
Get them to round up their things!

We're gonna go back on the bus, Logan.
Good boy.

(Metal clangs)

(Groans)

TANNOY: Flight 170 boarding now...

(Announcement ping)

Would all passengers
travelling to Shetland on flight HF605,

please note this flight has been delayed.

Further information will be displayed on the
departures board when it becomes available.

Unbelievable, huh?

Sorry. I saw your reaction. Delays, huh?

Sumburgh. Why am I even surprised?

Is it a... two-pint delay, or more?

(Chuckles)

I've had more. Definitely.

- Did you get him?
- No. He stole a bow rider.

Too small for the coastguard to track.
And now the weather's coming in, so...

- You OK?
- He knocked me out. From behind.

Didn't waste any time.
Didn't want me getting up.

Hm...

Logan here has to shine a torch
in my eyes every hour.

Make sure my brain's still working...
So what now?

We've still got Level Nine to be looking into,

but Tosh is gonna be back in a couple of
hours, so we'll make a plan then, OK?

OK.

- Ready in five.
- (Sizzling)

- What?
- I cooked.

- I'm going to the airport, to pick up Tosh.
- Oh, come on, indulge me.

- Eat fast.
- Aye, OK.

OK. Right. Thanks.

- You're welcome!
- (Phone buzzes)

- Hello?
- Look, er... I'll meet Freya.

But er... not here. Shetland.

OK.

Look, I just er... I just need a reason
to be there. In case anyone asks.

Well, you could always say
you're coming to see me, a friend.

Well, I mean... If that helps.

I'll let you know when I'm arriving.

Jesus, you always been that bad,
or is it just that you're out of practice?

I-I... I don't know.

I don't know if there's an undercurrent, er...
everything, or whether it's just my imagination.

I mean, I don't know how you've got the
mental energy to play around. I really don't.

The undercurrents
are the best thing about it, Jimmy.

Neither quite knowing what the other
one's meaning... Stuff of life.

Right, well, then could you not just
find a way of being cryptic with your wife?

You should try a career in
marriage guidance. That is...

That is a rare gift of insight you got there.

You could double it up with master classes
in telephone technique.

Come on. Help me clear the table.

If you're gonna bring work home,
at least tidy it up, will you?

Oh, somebody had a crap Burns Night.

Tosh, call me when you pick this up.

The message that Michael left for Freya on her
answer phone, I don't think he's saying "Burn".

I think he's talking about Burns Night,
January 25th.

I think something happened
in Level Nine on Burns Night.

(Laughter)

Come on. One more.

- All right. But it's my round.
- OK.

- When is your flight anyway?
- I've got time if you have.

I've got all the time in the bloody world.

Hello.

(Excited greetings)

(Keys in phone number)

Hi, this is DS McIntosh.
Try me at work on 01632349671.

No, she definitely said
she was on that flight.

- Just let me check with Glasgow.
- OK.

Passenger A McIntosh.

She was?

I see.

No, Tommy, I've just spoken with Loganair.

She definitely had a ticket,
she just didn't get on the flight.

I've got a trace on her phone.

The coordinates are saying
she's in the East End.

We'll get officers over there right away.

(Police radio chatter)

No, no, no. Down here. Down here.

(Phone rings)

(Keys in phone number)

Sir? It's DS Boyd.

I've been working with DS McIntosh.

I'm in Level Nine.

I think we've found something.