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What's the status of the body?

We're bringing her out now.

DI Strandhed, this is DS
McAndrews. We're with the MHU.

MHU stands for
Marine Homicide Unit.

- She knew that.
- Did she know that?

I feel like people look at
me like they don't know that.

Maybe they look at you
because of something else.

Edinburgh Police have
got us an incident room.

- Are you staying over?
- Mm-hm.

Morgan's away on
the bushcraft trip.

- Is the tent holding up?
- Why? What's wrong with it?

- Well, it might not rain.
- Great.

I'll probably go
home each night.

Is that OK?

Well, it's a nice home to go to.

Should have come by train.

Train gets in at...

- Oh, Waverley.
- Oh, no.

Yes, correct.

Oh, no, as the plot of Waverley
takes, oh, it's 400 pages,

so we need to carve
out some dedicated time

to talk about that in detail.

I've got to say, and this is not
me ducking out of that challenge.

Oh, glad to hear it.

I find Walter Scott a bit dry.

Ah, dry as in dull
or dry as in funny?

Because he's definitely funny
in the same way that I'm funny.

Well, I'd agree that you're
as funny as Walter Scott.

You see, now I feel that
you're implying I'm not funny,

whereas I'm the
funniest person I know.

You're not even the
funniest person ♪♪♪

Oh.

Yeah, I haven't told him yet.

Waverley is Walter Scott's
first go at a novel.

It's a big moment which
calls for an epic sweep,

and so he sets it
during a civil war.

The hero, Edward Waverley, is this
Englishman who has to pick a side.

And this creates a range
of problems in his life.

Family tension, split loyalties,

even accusations of treason.

But his biggest problem

is meeting a romantic
revolutionary

who fights by his
side every day,

distracts him with
songs and stories,

and then completely
messes up his home life.

Maybe I shouldn't get
Michael to read it.

OK. Firstly,

this incident room is fine,

except it doesn't have a
view of the Scott Memorial.

I know. We're all devastated.

And so you should be, because it
has 68 statues on its buttresses,

including one of his
beloved dog, Rover.

Secondly, where's
our attachment?

DC Harper Weston,
Edinburgh Police.

I'm at the prison now.

I'm sorry I couldn't get
you a space in our station.

Do you want me to find
you somewhere else?

No, no, it's fine.

It's big enough for the trial.

Frankly, too, if we catch them.

Never been seconded to a
specialist unit before.

- Is there anything I should know?
- Don't give her a reading list.

You'll be fine.

OK, so the victim is Gemma Kerr.

She's 28 years old
and an ex-prisoner.

She was given six years for
causing death by dangerous driving.

The man she hit was Zuri Keita.

She was released after five from
Thorninch Prison three days ago

and taken to a halfway house in
New Haven, north of the city.

By a relative?

Probation officer.

She was dropped off OK and then missed
all her subsequent appointments.

- Which might put her back inside.
- Exactly.

She got a 70 quid release
money and then two days later

she's in a cage in the Forth.

And how did she get on inside?

Model prisoner, apparently.

But I'll pull some stuff together
about her original offence

and the trial.

Maybe get hold of the
visitor logs as well?

Sure.

- And it's Maida, by the way.
- What is?

Walter Scott's dog.

Named after a battle.

OK.

Good knowledge.

I think she's gone.

The victim was knocked
unconscious before drowning

and was in the water
for two to three hours.

There were scratch marks on the
cage, tyre marks at the scene.

Door to door gives us a report
that there was a white van

driving erratically
nearby at the time.

It's a pretty unwieldy cage,

so you need something like
that to transport the body.

No van ID, though.

I've got a team
trawling through CCTV.

And is this thing like
a regular dog cage?

Yeah, widely available.

The larger ones have wheels.

This one had been painted.

- Who paints a dog cage?
- I know.

We're getting it analysed.

So, aside from Walter Scott,

how many dog owners
are there in Scotland?

- A million.
- Great.

250,000 suspects each.

Michael with Blair
to the halfway house.

- We'll do next of kin.
- It's just her dad.

He lives on the coast,
only family left.

Then I shall be kind to him.

Oh!

Can you tell us about
your daughter, Gemma?

She was emotional the last
time I saw her, you know.

Kind of... overwhelmed.

It's a big thing,

- getting released.
- Did she get many visitors?

Her mum tried to come
along at the start,

but she got too ill.

Gemma had day release
for her funeral.

I'm sorry.

And you didn't go
and pick her up?

I can't drive.

She called me, though,
the afternoon she got out,

to arrange a visit.

She didn't turn up.

Now I know why.

How did she sound?

You'd think she'd be dim-wab
happy, but she was drunk.

Called from some hotel,
I don't know which one.

We can get that
info off your phone.

I didn't quiz her.

She always thought
I was being...

- critical.
- Ah.

Well, dads can be a bit...

- What?
- Nothing, you know, just...

Were you like that
with yours, huh?

No, I'm saying it would
help if they reared back on

the relentless
disapproval, a bit.

Carry on.

She did her time, my wee girl.

She paid her debt.

But I suppose no-one can
forgive a drunk driver.

Did you?

I loved her.

I'd forgive her anything.

Even that.

Are you going to be
OK to ID her body?

She was in a cage
for five years.

What monster puts
her in another one?

Can your mum get a
helicopter to airlift us out?

She'd come by moose, probably.

Think our reputations
would suffer.

Well, you've got reputations.

Well, you have.
You're pretty cool.

I'm not cool. I'm
bloody freezing.

OK, Beaumont-Nelson's
school, let's get moving.

What is it now?
Foraging for berries?

Navigation by the sun.

- There is no sun.
- I know.

There is no sun.

I just said you were cool, Femi.

Try and keep it together.

Edinburgh's where you
came to school, then?

I was kicked out of two of them.

What for?

Hacking in one,
trespassing in the other.

Hacking came in handy for us.

See that?

Is that her room?

No, hers is number seven.

Shall we open it?

I mean, that's my problem.
It was always too easy.

Probation said she was dropped
off, but clearly she didn't stay.

Yeah, and if she
didn't lock the door,

she wasn't planning
on coming back.

Then something else happened.

It's the police.

Need you to open the door.

Well, either it's a dog lover
or someone's planning...

five more murders.

Well, her prison money wouldn't
get her very far in this hotel.

I mean, if she'd been
in for bank robbery,

you might have guessed it,
she had a stash somewhere

for when she got out.

She knocked over
a guy while drunk.

It's not a nest egg, is it?

Yeah.

Hope you've brought
your handcuffs.

Is Gemma Kerr listed as
a hotel guest, Valeria?

Can I ask what this
is about, Tyrone?

It's police stuff.

Which room?

Er...

And which parts of the hotel
are covered by your CCTV?

The lobby, bar, some
of the public areas.

Not the rooms, obviously,

given what some
people get up to.

You found her yet?

Yep. She's booked
into the penthouse.

She cancelled all
her room service.

We'll take the key
then, please, Valeria.

- Whoa.
- Mm.

Was she attacked in here?

It'll be hard to drag
a body out of a hotel.

Well, she smashed it up herself.

Wow.

Looks like Morgan's
room after I stopped her

transferring to her
girlfriend's school,

minus, you know,
all the alcohol.

Oi! Police!

Walter Scott's first published work
was a translation called The Chase,

as it happens.

It's a poem about a girl who
goes hunting on a holy day,

despite being warned not to.

Hmm.

During the hunt, the Earl destroys
crops, tramples over sheep,

ruins the livelihoods
of everyone in his path.

He shows such a callous disregard
that at the final reckoning,

he ends up in hell.

Whereas, in my experience, most
chases end up in the kitchen.

Well, when you run
the bar, you spot

if a guest is
carrying cash or not.

And I took the odd 20s from
their rooms when they were out.

They didn't miss it.

Wouldn't they tip
you that anyway?

Pfft. Hardly ever.

They're rich and rude.

What, including the victim?

Yeah, a bit.

She was angry and drinking hard,

so it was easy to go into
her room in my break.

And you came back
for more today?

Yeah, well, she had a
big bag of it somewhere.

Was she... Was she a gangster?

Did she act like one?

Don't really know how they act.

Who was she angry with?

I don't know. She didn't
really want to talk about it.

She shut me down pretty quick.

But you robbed her anyway.

Yeah, well, I didn't do
anything else to her.

Hmm.

So, where were you last night?

Working here. Until three.

Not sure that's ice cream.

Mm-hm.

Oh.

Maybe she was a gangster.

Hm.

She was as good as gold in prison
and worked in telly sales before.

Oh, so exactly the same
backstory as Al Capone, then?

Identical.

I'd find it hard to be angry if
I had a bag with 20 grand in it.

Depends what you expected.

Do you fancy a drink?

Need to get the taste of
gravy out of my mouth.

The room at the halfway house
is occupied by an ex-con,

Billy Gleeson, career criminal.

Mostly assault, but
more recently, theft.

It could be dogs.

The place stank of them, but

we can't ignore a
room full of cages.

What about the blood
on the door handles?

Blair's off to the lab with it.

Hey, Michael, don't
sleep in your car

unless you want to wake
up oily in the morning.

That's a pun on early.

- Wow.
- Right?

Want to rethink who's
the funniest in the unit?

What, you think that changed it?

Get uniforms. Take a shift
and come and join us.

See you later.

Very calm, isn't he, Michael?

Very level. Never
loses his temper.

I don't know, there was that
thing with his brother before.

He got pretty angry.

Yeah.

Family touches a nerve.

- Yeah.
- I mean, he really lost it.

- He...
- Yeah, OK.

But anyway, the
assessment centre.

Liked your application.

Well played.

Thanks.

Just waiting for a
post to open up now.

You're half hoping one won't?

Well, it's big.

It feels big.

I'm going to have to
make some tough calls.

And that's new.

I don't know how
I'll handle that yet.

I'm going to have to
earn a lot of trust, too.

But you know all this already.

Hmm.

You carry a lot.

But you can also
carry a lot of...

salty licorice, which
goes a long way.

It goes on forever,
'cos no-one eats it.

Er...

It's my dad.

Then you should answer it.

- I'll see you tomorrow.
- Yeah, being a DI means

you can't go out dancing
with hotel receptionists.

It's a good thing I'm
not one yet, then.

Hi, Dad.

This place is covered
in fingerprint dust.

It gets up my bloody nose.

And who's going to
pay for my door?

It was put through because
there's blood on the handle

and you've got a
room full of cages.

They're for the dogs.

Isn't that obvious,
even to the police?

Their owners are
away on holiday.

So this is a kennel service?

- Are you a tax inspector?
- No, no, no.

I'm the guy who's investigating
the murder of a woman

who was found in a
dog cage last night.

Into some dark stuff, was she?

Well, you tell me. She
was your neighbour.

Only for ten minutes.

Long enough to get blood
on her door and yours.

One of the bloody dogs bit me.

I snooped her room after she
was away off with her stuff.

I never said a word to her.

Aye? 'Cos I'll check.

You do that.

Where was she going?

Oh, em...

I don't know.

Why don't you ask the driver of
the van that was tailing her?

Tell you now,

if I was going to
murder anything,

it'd be that wee chihuahua.

Even though I've accepted that
my dad doesn't like me very much,

I still have this hope that
something will shift, you know?

And...

one day he'll reflect
on his life and

remember those times he made
me clear out the bilge tank or

told me I was a disappointment.

And he'll feel regretful

and want to try and start again.

Reset, or something.

And then he rings up and
for a moment I think,

all these things are happening.

But then it turns out he just

pocket-dialed me and
can't wait to hang up.

Don't want you coming home every
night 'cos you think I need you to.

I like to see the kids.

At two in the morning.

Do you want a beer?

Oh, come on.

It's just for tonight. She
wasn't safe where she was.

Right. OK, as long as
the kids don't see it.

What are you going to feed her?

What does you lot have?

Lasagne.

That's what cats eat, isn't it?

Is this a sort of gateway dog?

Are you going to soften me
up with this little thing

and then bring
home a great Dane?

Would that be bad?

Well, we're at full
capacity, Mike,

so you'd have to swap it
out for one of the kids.

You got me a puppy?

I am just going to let
you deal with that one.

She's cute, isn't she?

She's bumming me over.

Well, telling her that isn't
going to help, is it, Morgan?

I mean, you're more
outdoorsy than she is.

Whitewater kayaking
isn't for everyone.

So what do I say to her?

Say, erm, it's got a proud
Inuit and Aleut history.

Then tell her about the navigations
of the Snake River in Wyoming.

Didn't they nearly starve?

Yeah.

Maybe try a different example.

I am so out of here.

OK, she's running. Speak later.

Sammy!

The hotel's given me
way too many of these,

so help yourselves.

Body lotion.

Sewing kits.

Bath cap.

Where's Michael?

I don't know. Traffic.

So is it, erm, just crimes in
water that you specialise in,

or do you get to
investigate other stuff?

- Are you planning something?
- No.

I'm just wondering why
it was me they assigned.

Yeah, you seem too tired.

That was a motorbike
gag, wasn't it?

You can quit at any point.

How about we start?

OK, so in our original crash,

our victim was on the way to a
party when she hit Zuri Kater.

A lot of upset people at the
trial, including his sister Amara,

who applied to be informed
through victim notification

when our victim was released.

Being quite vocal about the
justice system on social media.

Tough on the family
when they get out early.

- You spoken to her?
- Tried to. She wasn't in.

She's a stage techie, gigs,
expos, she might be on the road.

OK, timeline.

- Where are our gaps?
- We've got two.

The first is after she leaves
the safe house in the afternoon,

but before she
arrives at the hotel,

during that gap she picked
up the holdall for the cash,

the one we found in her room.

Did we find anything on that?

Yeah, we got this
lost luggage barcode.

It's a partial, but we
should be able to trace it.

And the blood on the
door of the room.

Oh, that's the dog guy's, Billy.

He came into her
room, sniffing around.

Sorry I'm late, by the way.

That's OK, made
Harper our new DS.

- Wait, I thought I was next.
- You as well, then.

So, Billy saw a white
van trailing the victim.

Didn't see the plates, but there
was a company logo on the side

and a word: Stand.

I found three places within
an hour of Edinburgh.

Scaffolding firm, legal firm...

And a comedy club, right?

Well, we know which one
I'll be visiting first.

Scaffolders.

And the second gap is
after she left the hotel

the next morning at 11am, up until
her body was found that night.

OK, we know she was
angry with someone.

So, theories, anyone?

- Anyone?
- Somebody killed her.

You see the level we operate at?

It's really intimidating.

OK, Tyrone and Blair
do the luggage tag,

Harper, chase the cage paint,

Columbo, you're with me.

OK, then.

Has Morgan ever asked for a dog?

Wait, you didn't bring
one home, did you?

Well, you bring animals
home all the time.

There was a pigeon and a fish,
both of those are low maintenance.

Never bring a dog, 'cos
I know what happens.

- You end up with a dog.
- Exactly.

It's all Morgan asked for.

- Can't have that in my life.
- Well, we're probably going to get one

so she can come over and
walk ours if she wants.

Oh, come on!

Here's one. Two detectives
walk into a comedy club.

- Yeah, very good.
- You heard it?

- No.
- Then don't heckle.

One, two, one, two...

You got a minute?

We're the Marine Homicide Unit.

The sound check
for Axe is at two.

- No, it's police.
- Amara, isn't it?

McAndrews and Strandhead.

That sounds even
more like an axe.

OK, hang on.

Shouldn't it be
Strandhead and McAndrews?

- Why?
- Because it's important to get the billing right.

The billing is right, it's fine.

This where we clap?

Ah!

Wait, so did she try to escape
and just throw it in reverse?

Yep.

Yes, she did.

And does Oban know
that her car's trashed?

I think the best thing is for
me to just buy the same model

and pretend nothing's happened.

Like when the
Skullhamster died on me.

So, the paint on the cage
is black trade paint.

And here's a fun fact.

The brand's used to
cover stage floors.

There's some in her van.

- Jeez, she asked for a solicitor?
- No.

Anything with the barcode
on the bag of money?

Yeah, it's from a flight
to Monaco a year ago.

First class. The passenger's
name is Jason Craig.

Got an address in Newton.

Likely where the
money came from.

OK, let's try and
put it together.

Michael's getting the car towed.

You want to be the bad cop?

He was just walking home

when this car took a bend wrong.

It veered into a wall.

Crushed him against it.

He was getting a pizza for us.

If he got chips like he wanted,

he wouldn't have
been on that road.

You must feel guilty about that.

Hey, she was the guilty one, OK?

She looked all noble
hearing a sentence,

like she was being
brave or something.

Six years for a life.

Didn't even serve that.

So, what did you do about it?

I wanted to see where
she'd be living.

I didn't want to bump into her.

I was trying to get
some closure, OK?

But when she left the house,
you kept following her.

So, what sort of
closure were you after?

I don't know, I didn't
have time to think.

She was so quick.

She went to pick up a
bag from the station.

Waverley, right?

Did someone give it to her?

Maybe it was from lost luggage.

From six years ago.

Look,

all I know is that
she came out with it,

then pranced into this
luxury hotel. I mean...

Nice reward for knocking
your brother over.

I'd have been OK if she
stayed in that crappy house

with the dogs barking at her.

Right, but as it is,

we've got a white van
seen near the body.

Tyre tracks at the
scene, and your van

is full of the black paint

that's found under the dead
woman's fingernails, so...

Look, the night that she died,

I was in a room with 100
people and four comedians, OK?

She was killed by somebody
who hated her more than I did.

Like who?

You might want to read
the trial transcript.

You ever been?

Monaco?

Wanted to when I was a kid, but

I think I just wanted
to get over Edinburgh.

Edinburgh seems nice.

I wasn't in this bit.

Parcel for Jason Craig?

The police do deliveries.

How did she die? Are you...

- Are you allowed to tell me?
- She was drowned.

Your husband's bag was
found in her hotel room.

It contained nearly
£20,000 in cash.

Yes, I gave it to her.

Why?

Well, we were old friends.

Oh, God, this is awful.

Very generous gift.

Well, I wanted her to take more.

I own a gallery.

I've been lucky.

Is your husband all right with
you giving away this cash?

It's mine to give.

He's on a work trip overseas.

He's been there a week.

And where were you
two nights ago?

I was here.

Of course I was here.
I've got a toddler.

Has someone spoken to her dad?

We broke the news
to him yesterday.

No. I mean, that's why
I gave her the money.

So she wouldn't have
to stay with him.

And his belt.

Or even see him.

So he hit her?

And me sometimes.

He even got to her in prison.

Went for her in
the visitor room.

I just wish that
she'd used that money

to get to the other
side of the world.

Waverley is set during
the Jacobite rebellion,

when treason was
punishable by gibbeting.

Death in a cage, basically.

The idea behind it
was to send a message

to anyone thinking of
betraying the cause.

There's definitely been
a betrayal in this case.

But since we're not in
the middle of a civil war,

the betrayal is probably
going to be a bit more...

domestic.

I'm sorry. I said I'd check
the trial stuff earlier.

It's fine. I've got it now.

We've got something on the dad.

Hmm. You're not the only ones.

He made a few visits to the prison,
but then got banned for violence.

And he drove there. They logged his
plates. He said he didn't drive.

I've got confirmation that
he was removed from court

because he was shouting about how
she was bringing shame on his family.

He even called for
the death penalty.

I guess she got it.

What does the friend do?

She's an art dealer.
She had some up at home.

What's it like?

So, out of everything, that's
what you're interested in?

You know, is it abstract,
figurative, symbolic?

Just kind of, like,
hang in there?

On the wall.

It's not your thing. It's fine.

Check CCTV. Let's see
her collect this money.

Avengers assemble.

Sorry.

Well, an early version.

I was halfway to the road.
I had an Uber coming.

This is the best bit.

If I die, it's on you.

You can swim, though, right?

See? You're doing great.

It's OK for you.

- You're into this stuff.
- So are you now.

Hey!

Femi!

You're OK.

You're OK. It's fine.

You need me to come and get you?

I can easily get
a hold of a car.

Or I can see if Astrid's free.

Or Michael's wife, you know.

At a... at a... at a push.

It's OK. I'm going to stay.

I'm so sorry I made you go on
this trip and you nearly drowned.

I didn't nearly drown. I'm fine.

I'd better go.

Femi's trying to organise
a parade or something.

Stay brave. Stay proud.

I mean, that's heroic
friend stuff, isn't it?

Big crisis.

She throws herself into danger,
doesn't even think about it.

She's got years of credit with
her pal now, that's for sure.

Yeah.

Yeah, she definitely has.

Does he have to
stand here like this?

It's very intimidating.

Just so you know...

I have a problem with anyone

that touches a hair on
her own child's head.

Anyone who makes them cry.

Anyone who makes them
scared, even for a second.

So I apologise if it comes over

- with the way I stand.
- Hey,

I didn't even want a kid in the
first place. It was her mother.

Or anyone that makes
them feel unwanted.

See if you can get the
whole list. Go on, Bruce.

So why the loving father act?

Don't relatives get some
kind of compensation

when their kid is murdered?

Well, not if they did it.

Well, I didn't do it.

And I'll give you the
name of the bookie,

- he'll tell you where I was all night.
- Aye, you'll do that.

I still get comments
after what she did.

Nearly lost my job here.

- It was my bloody car.
- The car you can't drive?

I had her pal go and take it.

Had to get a new one.

What pal?

The stuck up one.

Always talking back,
mouthy little...

There was no report of
two people in the car?

Apparently. She dropped her
pal off before the accident.

Lucky for her.

Someone at the trial said...

your daughter looked noble...

on the stand.

It's a weird word
to describe her.

Not one I'd use.

Like she'd done something loyal.

Like what?

You're not going to understand
that concept, are you, Bruce?

The cameras at
Edinburgh Waverley

do not show a happy
reunion between old mates.

It's a very bad temper exchange.

Even though she's
getting 20 grand.

The gallery owner looks
really freaked by it.

And the parcel outside her door was
delivered the night of the murder.

The courier says
the house was empty.

Her phone pinged near the
gallery the day of the murder.

I'm just checking streetcams.

Could have been going
to work, I guess.

- Or maybe meeting a friend.
- Is she there now?

I think so.

There's an exhibit
about to be installed.

Oh, can you see if
the gallery has a van?

Shall we take a floor each?

Yeah, she's going to
feel cornered, though,

so keep your wits about you.

So this gallery owner was the
one who was driving the car.

But her mate took
the blame for it.

Yeah, it looks like it.

Would you do a time for someone?

It depends on what they'd done.

I'd want a lot more
than 20 grand for it.

Yeah, I think her
mate feels the same.

Do you always get
this many lifts?

Blair has the victim on her street
camera a block away from here

in the afternoon she was killed.

Look at this.

A painted cage.

Which seems to be missing.

She's coming out of the lift.

Firearm!

Armed suspect at
Riverview Bank Gallery.

Looks like a shotgun.

Four officers on the scene.

No, it won't fire.

I'm fairly sure it won't fire.

Look, it...

It's art! It's...

Um...

It is art, isn't it, Briony?

Shotgun wedding
or something. Ah.

This one.

Painted.

Like the cage. Is that
the artist's thing?

It would be a lot
safer for all of us

if you just let me
walk out of here.

Yeah. Yeah, it would.

Pretty sure I'm right, though.

Just as I am about you driving
the car when it crashed.

You offered to make it right...

if your friend took the blame.

She was my friend then.

Didn't feel that way
when she came out.

That toughens you up, prison.

She turned into her father.

Cold,

mean.

She wanted more money.

More everything.

Did she threaten you?

And my son.

He was here, too.

She told me I'd never
know if he was safe.

That she'd come back
again and again.

And she was right
up in my face and...

I pushed her

down the stairs.

She hit her head.

And I just

sat there...

in the dark.

And took her away in an exhibit?

I thought she was already dead.

- It's okay. You don't have to do this.
- I'm fine.

I have a child.

Well, we've all got children.

Um, thanks for the opportunity.

Well, you weren't
the back-up at all.

If you ever need,
you know, like stuff

- for the future...
- I'll call you first.

Then Abel can leave them.

So, listen.

There was quite a big gap
between Scott writing Waverly

and it getting published.

Why is that? Do you know?

I think it was just sitting
in a drawer somewhere

until one day he was scrabbling around
for a fishing tackle, wasn't it?

And he found it.

I guess he thought it wasn't
doing any good hidden away,

so he just put it out there.

Makes sense. Thanks.

- Oh, after you. See you.
- See you.

Oh, apparently the tent died.

We'll get you a new one.

- She's wearing my hat.
- Is that thing yours?

Yeah, it must have been left
in a tent from a festival.

It's the only thing that
kept my hair at bay.

She looks great, doesn't she?

Yeah, she does.

Quick drink?

- I've got a surprise for you.
- Yeah.

Me too.

This is the Sprite.

It's a Walter's, eh?

They're not dry
at all, actually.

Must be the rum.
I quite like them.

I'm glad it's turned you around.

- You still got the puppy?
- We traced the owner.

He's worse than Billy.

I think we're going to keep it.

It's the last stray I
can bring home, mate.

OK, well...

About that.

OK, welcome back.

I understand if you have some
very strong feelings about this.

Our next act sounds great.

Please give it up for Detective
Inspector Annika Strandhed.

- You said you were funny.
- You stand me up.

So, that was a surprise.

But then, um...

Well, it's been
a surprising day.

And, um...

Surprises aren't over, frankly.

Let's hear a shout-out
to Walter Scott.

Thank you, sir. Only one
Scott fan in tonight.

But let me tell you,
he's very insightful.

And he shed a lot of light

on the case of a dead woman

who was pulled out of the water

after being pushed
down some stairs,

stuffed in an
artwork and drowned.

She was found bloated
and gibbeted in a cage,

which, as it happens, is
the punishment for treason.

Although I don't know who was
the treacherous one there.

It's not always clear.

When a friendship breaks down.

I suppose you had to be there.

I was there and it
still wasn't funny.

OK, so here's another one.

And I've been working on
this one for a while now.

- Two detectives walk into a comedy club.
- Nailed it.

There are these two
detectives and...

one stands at the mic and
in a clear voice says...

to the other one that

he's the father of
her teenage daughter.

And that particular joke has
been hidden away in a drawer

for many years, so you probably
haven't heard that one.

You've been a great
audience. Goodnight.

I'm here all week.

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